#Kisame Fluff

[or0ch1maru]

••••••CRY BABY••••••

Warnings: none? Crying, being called a cry baby. Sensitive female reader

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-you were sensitive, always have been, but you never thought you were a cry baby. It wasn’t until you got together with your boyfriend that you realized just how soft you truly are

-“aww, what’s the matter pretty girl?” Your partner coo’s towards you when he walks into your shared room. Seeing your blood shot eyes, mascara smeared under your lashes, and streaks of the black ink stained against your soft skin

-“such a little cry baby, hm?” despite your lover’s teasing, he hates seeing you upset, let alone to the point that tears were shed. He’d kill anybody who upsets you, especially if they called you a cry baby. Only he’s allowed to do that.

-all you manage to mutter out is a faint ‘m sorry”, using your sleeve to wipe away the evidence of your feelings.

-“tsk, none of that baby” his words are soft, devoid of his usual taunting nature. He climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around you, pulling your small frame against his chest.

-you always felt safe around your boyfriend, allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable with him. Which, of course, causes you to let out a soft sob and a few more tears, forming a small wet spot against his shirt.

-you relax further into his chest, feeling a large hand move up and down over your back, something he took to the first time you cried in front of him. Something he does to keep you grounded. Focused. Calm.

-“come on, talk to me mama. Let me know what upset my baby.” His voice is gentle, his tone full of patience as he waits for you to catch your breath.

-he’ll never admit it, especially to you, but he loves this. Loves being able to be the one to make you feel better, allowing his own vulnerability to show, which goes against his tough nature. It only fuels his need to protect you

-he loves nothing more than having a cry baby as a girlfriend.

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SATORU, Suguru, SUKUNA, TOJI, Choso, Renji, KENPACHI, Kakuzu, Hidan, OBITO, Zetsu, Kisame, pain, orochimaru, + whoever else you see fit ^.^

[iambilliejeanok]

How they react to seeing reader cry.

Fandoms: Naruto( Akatsuki) || Jujustu Kaisen|| Record of Ragnarok

Featured: Buddha, Itachi, Orochimaru, Geto, Kisame

FLUFF OVERLOAD

🩷Buddha 🩷

He absolutely CANNOT afford to have you shedding tears and not solve whatever problem you have immediately.

Whenever he sees those tears running down your cheeks he lovingly lifts up your chin with his fingers, wiping them away with his thumb before pressing a few kisses to your lips. “What’s the matter?”, he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. He really hates seeing you like this.

And he has many times before and will always be ready to fight the other gods for you. (Even though I genuinely don’t know what kind of mess you’re getting into to be stirring up gods and stuff) But since he is a god, which you don’t like to take advantage of, you try to keep things to yourself to not feel bad about the extra leg and a half you have in life. Since he loves you so much though, he will get to the bottom of this issue himself if it really comes down to it. If you’re struggling at work, with a project, family and friends or you’re not feeling well in general, he’s sure to immediately attend to those issues. But that’s only after he cuddles you to pieces.

He does show major signs of being clingy, so when your feeling upset he’s wrapped around you all day like a sweater, until he’s convinced that you’re well enough for him to leave you on your own and go sort out those issues. He’s like a personal hero. A very clingy one.

🩷Uchiha Itachi 🩷

He’s not as clingy as Buddha is, but when he does see you feeling upset enough to start crying, he will baby you to death. He turns into a koala and will literally wrap his arms around you and never let go. Not until he’s 100% certain you’re okay. And even then, he might spend some time being extra close to you just to make himself feel better.

He’s very susceptible to depression and when he sees you crying, it triggers a deep somberness inside of him that he can’t explain, and he starts overthinking, growing terribly paranoid about you getting hurt or being in any other kind of situation that would make you cry. He doesn’t tears, nor does he like the sound of crying, especially coming from you. So now you experience a season of clingy, overprotective, extra soft Itachi.

Even if you’re only upset in the moment and soon recover and get over whatever mad you cry, he still can’t help but linger around you for a week or two, taking many days off of work or finishing earlier than usual. He bathes with you, cooks each of your meals throughout the day, helps you get ready for bed and tucks you in at night. He will even treat you to a story while scratching your back before bed, and holds you tighter than usual, throughout the entire night.

You know he has some kind of a problem since his behavior is definitely not normal, but if it helps him in any way, you’ll always allow him to treat you like and you also try to reciprocate the treatment to help him snap out of it sooner rather than later.

🩷Orochimaru 🩷

He’s usually the reason as to why you cry to begin with, which at first, he pretends he doesn’t care, immediately turning around to walk away from you so he doesn’t have to watch you break down. But over time, he does take an interest in your feelings. He just feels guilty sometimes and doesn’t know how to approach you.

He knows you love to cuddle though, so he will try to use that during times like this and invite you to come and spend time with him while he works. He’ll rub your back and hold you close to him as he walks around his home and might even suggest going for walks around the large base hand in hand. He went as far as nurturing a garden with his own hands for you two to walk through whenever he upset you like this.

He doesn’t make you cry on purpose. It’s never his intention to begin with, but it happens and when it does, he kind of hates himself for a while. But he’ll never mention it and hides his guilt quite well. He loves it when you lay on his chest sometimes and he can rub your back, and slowly feel you begin to calm down.

Sometimes the poor man gets so frustrated over the sight of tears flooding your eyes, he’ll gently smoosh you into his chest and wrap his arms around you and just hold you, petting your head and rubbing your back while he tries to hush you. It’s only when it gets to this point that he’ll mumble and apology while he’s hugging you. He doesn’t mind standing with you like this until you finally calm down.

🩷Geto Suguru 🩷

He sees you crying and you’re surprised to see a warm smile plastered on his face. “Oh babe, it’s okay”, he chuckles, pulling you close against him to hug you. He’s so good at making the situation seem less dire than it actually is and prefers to distract you from your problems than talk about them.

He will address whatever cause those tears to begin with at later stage, but tries to focus on getting you passed your balling. Sometimes he’ll pick you up and rub your back while you wrap your limps around him and cry into his shoulder. He coos at you and baby talks you while he rocks you in his arms.

After endless kisses against your forehead while he cradles you in his arms, the moment he feels like your breakdown is over, he’ll tickle you. He tickles you until you’re breathless with laughter and have long forgotten to cry. You can only run away from him, and you try your best to wriggle out of his hold, and then he’s after you and the chase builds up adrenaline inside of you that totally distracts you from whatever made you cry.

You end up having to play fight him until there’s a winner, which he freely gives over to you. Once’s it’s been established that you’ve won, he’ll reward you with taking you out to your favorite place and doesn’t mind stopping to get some popsicles with you. He’s a total sucker for you when he tries to make you feel better and will even let you ride his dragon with him, the two of you flying over the nearby ocean, laying on your backs ontop of rainbow dragon, enjoying the wind brushing against your skin while you suck on your popsicle.

It’s during peaceful moments like this that he’ll finally ask you why you were so upset and now you can tell him without feeling too depressed about it.

🩷 Kisame 🩷

He’s not good with tears. He doesn’t know what to do whenever you cry and will quietly separate himself from you when he sees you getting emotional. It’s never with negative intentions, it’s just very awkward for him. What does he say? What should he do? He’s never really seen an example of how to approach the situation.

I mean at least he understands that you’re clearly having a hard time, so he will try and get as many chores out of the way as possible and will work extra hard to ensure that you don’t have to do a single thing around the house. He does grow very quiet though and won’t say much when he does find himself within your vicinity.

If you ask him to shower with you or do anything for you, he will of course. And he heavily relies on instruction during this time or else he’ll just excuse himself. If you’re having an episode and he notices you’re crying almost everyday, he becomes a bit scarce and when he’s away from you he’s constantly stressed out. He really doesn’t know what to do. He’ll humbly ask another member of the org for advice when it gets that bad, and will only come home at night to tidy up the entire house to make sure you’re chore-less the next day.

It’s only when you vent to him with tears in your eyes about why he’s avoiding you does the thought come to him like a lightbulb that he should probably spend more time holding you. He’s trying his best though I mean his traumatizing past is all he got sometimes. But he kind of likes it when you cling to him and your crying goes from making him nervous, to making him feel needed and protective.

[dira333]

If I’m not too late for the most recent game I’m going to say Kisame 24!

The plotbunny game is always ongoing, so there's never a "too late"! Thanks for calling in!

Your prompt: Lonely water, won't you let us wander (how fitting!)

Lonely Water - Kisame x Reader

The ground is slick from recent rain as you run, the mist swallowing all color.

"Wait for me!" You call out with the annoyance only a five-year-old can muster, "Kisame!!"

"You're too slow!" He grinds out only moments later when his arm shoots out from your right, pulling you down a narrow alley.

"I'm not!"

"Are too!"

You huff and try to step on his foot, but he moves out of the way just in time.

“Come on,” he grumbles, clearly annoyed, “We’re going to be late.”

-

It’s not easy growing up in Kirigakure. But it helps to be a child, quick on your feet and small enough to get into all the spaces grown-ups can no longer slip through.

There’s work at the docks for children, but you have to come at the right time and know the right people if you want to keep the money that you earn.

Kisame’s good at that. He’s taller than most of the children your age, so he’s not good for most of the work, but the fishermen are afraid of him and the Shinobi let him get away with almost everything. 

“Here,” he pushes you toward one of the older ships, “I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

-

There used to be a time when your father didn’t want you playing with Kisame. Back then you still had money, a nice house, and people working for you instead of the other way around. But father got into fights with the wrong people. One day he just never came home.

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“What’s a nice girl like you doing at the docks?” The guy asking has no teeth left. His gums have turned grey and his eyes have turned cold. You press yourself against the walls, well aware of the small sum of money that’s hidden in your pocket. The captain of this ship pays fairly, even though it’s never enough for the amount of work, never enough for the rising prices.

“Hands of my girl!” Kisame snarls from behind you, teeth bared. The threat is effective.

He guides you down the dock and up the streets, through the market where you buy a loaf of discounted bread and a few small fish. It eats up most of your earnings, but Kisame’s hand is warm around yours, his grip strong and self-assured. Everything will be okay.

- - -

The rich women of Kirigakure love their luxuries. Expensive dresses, expensive food, and, most importantly, cosmetics made from the finest ingredients.

It had been Kisame’s idea to get you into a pharmacy family when you didn’t show any signs of talent for the Shinobi traits. 

You’re good at this kind of work, and it pays well. Well, enough to feed Kisame and you. If he keeps rising in the ranks like this, making more and more with each mission, there might be something like a future for the two of you. If he thinks like that of you, that is?

-

You’ve barely turned sixteen when he steals you from your bedroom one night, whisks you out of the village in a heartbeat. He’s gotten taller, broader in the shoulders, wears a proud smirk even when there’s nothing to be proud about - you’ve heard about the Chunin Exams. “Where are we going?” You ask, breathless. He’s too handsome for his own good, his light can’t be dimmed by neither nightfall nor mist.

“To the water.” He urges until you hit the shore, freezing cold water running over your toes.

“What’s going on?” You ask, hand curling around his. You don’t want him to let go. But he does.

“Nothing,” he insists, looking up at the stars, “I just can’t breathe properly in the village. I need to be out of that damned mist.”

You laugh. “You’re lying. Something’s up.”

He grins at that. “Fine, you caught me. I got promoted.”

“Really?!” You press your hands to your lips before they can do foolish things, like take a hold of him.

“Really! I’m working directly under Fuguki! If everything goes well, I might be a member of the Seven Swordsmen too, soon.”

“And then?” You ask, regretting the words the moment they spill from your lips.

“What do you mean?” Confusion draws over his face like clouds over the moon. 

“I-I mean, I… what do you plan to do… when you reach that?”

“Well, be rich and famous, I guess.” He shrugs. “I don’t know how much they’re paid per mission, but I guess if I saved a little, it wouldn’t be too hard to buy a house. You could come by and cook for me then.”

Something cold and uncomfortable wedges itself into your heart. Your lips move on their own again.

“Wouldn’t I live with you then?” 

You’re painfully reminded that Kisame is a Shinobi. He freezes, face completely still, but you know his mind is running a mile a minute just by the way he fixates on you. That’s how he used to look at the fishermen, trying to figure out who to avoid and who to trust.

You know he’s figured you out when he speaks up.

“Listen,” he says, “We’re friends. We grew up side by side, but if you want to have a husband and a little cozy house, I’m not the man for you.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you rush to say. It’s a lie. Kisame’s always been able to tell when you were lying, but this time he’s not calling you out on it. 

When he takes you back to your room shortly after, he does not look back when he leaves and you wonder if you’ll ever see him again. 

- - -

Kisame Hoshigaki is a name known by all and feared by many. 

They praise his loyalty, ready to slaughter all his comrades to keep the village safe. 

It’s been almost two years since that day at the shore so you’re a little surprised to find him in your bedroom once again.

“Hey,” you’ve learned to go along with his antics long ago, so don’t scream when you find him slumped over your bed late at night, the bandages around his arm an ugly shade of red.

“Hey.” He grinds out. “Long time no see.”

“Whose fault is that?” You ask, unable to keep yourself from being a little petty.

He does not apologize, not that you expected him to. 

“Did you get hurt?” You step up to him, hands reaching for the bandages. He moves away before you can reach him, his eyes boring holes into you.

“Why are you always nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” You ask back. 

“You don’t owe me anything, okay? I kept you safe, but you kept me fed. We’re even.”

“I know Kisame,” you insist, voice softer than it probably needs to be, “I’m not doing this because I owe you.”

“Then why?”

Your hands clench and unclench next to you, your heart heavy in your chest. You don’t want to say it, but what good does it bring to keep it in when he already knows anyway?

“I love you,” the words hang heavy in the air, “Love cares. Just because.”

Kisame buries his face in your bedding at that, body stiff as a board. You give him a minute to gather himself, to leave or do something else, but he doesn’t. When you reach for the bandages this time, he lets you.

When it’s time for you to sleep, he still hasn’t moved. Gingerly, you slip into bed next to him. He rolls a bit to the side so you can properly get under your blanket, face blank of any emotion. But his good arm comes out to pull you close as soon as you’re under the blanket. 

Kisame doesn’t apologize nor does he address the topic at hand. But you should have known that that’s not something he would do.

- - -

The sky is clear for once, the ever present mist retreating from the shore.

The sand is cold underneath you, but you’re not willing to budge. 

Something’s bothering Kisame, enough to drag you here. His knee is pressed against yours, the only form of touch he allows outside of the walls of your bedroom. His skin is warm and reassuring even though his silence is not.

“Do you ever feel stuck in place?” He asks suddenly, his voice barely above louder than the waves crashing.

“Sometimes,” you admit. “But I guess for different reasons than you.”

“What are yours?”

“There’s this guy I love and I guess he likes me too,” his lips quirk up, just a little, “but he won’t allow it to be official. So we have to hide in my bedroom when all I want is to hold his hand and make him breakfast and lunch and dinner.” You rest your head on your knees and look out onto the water, “What are your reasons?”

“There’s this girl that I love,” he admits, voice barely quivering at the last word. You force yourself not to look at him, but your knee presses harder against his. “And I want to give her a life that she deserves, a life that she had growing up. Where there’s food on the table everyday and she doesn’t have to worry that I won’t come home one day. Where our kids won’t have to fight for their life and people are honest to each other.”

“But?”

He sighs. 

“But I fear we can’t have that life in Kirigakure.”

You swallow against the tears that are threatening to fall.

The waves keep crashing, like they’re stuck too, forced to come in again and again and again.

“Lonely water,” you sigh out the prayer your mother tought you, “Lonely water, won't you let us wander? Let us hold each other.”

Strong arms pull you in until your head is resting against his chest, his heartbeat loud and steady in your ear.

“Will you leave with me?” Kisame whispers into your ear.

You listen to his heartbeat that’s as steadfast as the waves and close your eyes.

“Yes.”

[cosmic-glow]

Warnings: slightly salacious ending (Minors do not interact!); mention of insecurity, fighting and blood; Kisame x gn!reader.

The cave was shiveringly cold, but you were sweating from the adrenaline rushing through your body after your near death. You and Kisame have been sent on a mission to the Hidden Cloud Village. It seemed like an easy mission, so you were still having a hard time assimilating how Kisame got so injured. It wasn't supposed to have guards in that region, you were taken by surprise, were they warned of your arrival? You didn't have time to think about it, even tired with the unexpectedly intense fight, and also hurt, you needed to help Kisame. After verifying that they didn't follow you and that you were alone and safe, you went to help your colleague.

- Take off your cloak, Kisame, I need to get a better look at the wound - you grabbed the small first aid kit you had, praying you could do something with it.

- No need, I'll be fine - he said breathlessly, leaning against the wall, he was also sweating - I just need to rest a little.

- Stop being an idiot and take off your cloak, you're bleeding!

- Look who's talking, you should see your forehead. Don't waste supplies on me when you need it too.

It was true that there was a small cut on your forehead that was bleeding, but the proportion of the injuries was not comparable. Concern began to share space with the irritation that his stubbornness was causing you.

- Unlike you, I'm actually going to be fine, now stop being so macho and let me see that wound before you get worse!

Amidst grumbling, your colleague took off his cloak, revealing he wasn't wearing his usual "armor" this time, since he also thought it was an easy mission, he wasn't wearing any shirt underneath. The sight made your anger fade and reminded you of your secret crush on your colleague, your face would have been more flushed had your attention not wandered to the large bloodstain on his waist. Promptly, you grabbed the cloth to wipe the area, but before you touched it you whispered an "excuse me", Kisame turned his head to the opposite side of where you were, you then continued.

After cleaning it, you bandaged it, luckily it wasn't a very deep wound, it would take time to heal but he would be fine. You sometimes felt Kisame flinch at your touch, you were taking the utmost care not to make him feel even more pain, but that wasn't the reason. The truth was that Kisame was ashamed, he didn't want you to see his body, he didn't want you to disgust him even more, his monstrous form, his icy blue skin, he was ashamed of his body. How could you be attracted to him like that?

- I'm done - you turned your face shrinking a little, giving him privacy.

- Thanks - he took the cloak to cover himself again - Sorry for having to see this, I know it's not a pleasant sight.

- Oh no! I - you hesitated, but decided to risk it - I actually think you have a very nice body, in shape... - courage vanished and you preferred to remain silent.

- Really? - he smiled, curious - I was talking about the injury actually, but thanks - he laughed.

An awkward silence stretches through the cavern.

- Well... - your voice echoes when you break - ... We should have a fire, right? It's cold.

Kisame agrees and you prepare what is necessary since you are the one with the fire chakra. You tell him he should rest so he can recover and you take over the watch tonight. He doesn't dispute it, he just lays down, as comfortable as he can on a stone floor, but he doesn't sleep right away, he's actually staring at you. You try to ignore it, it's happened before. You have been a duo for a while now, and a great one at that, you understand each other very well, but you still don't know what that look means. You turn to him, determined to find out.

- What?

- Nothing, I was just thinking.

- In what?

- ... If I kissed you, would you kiss me back?

You froze in your place, once again you were taken by surprise that day, since when did Kisame desire you the same way you desire him?

- Why don't you find out? - You disguised the nervousness in your voice well.

Kisame stood up, a different smile on his lips, mischievous, he knelt on one leg to be at the same height as you sitting, leaned down until he was close enough to feel your anxious breathing, stopped and looked into your eyes, asking permission without saying with words. You leaned towards him and with one hand cupped his face, it was enough for him to understand that he should continue. Kisame's lips were warm, wet, he started slow, you could feel his desire build as the kiss developed, you wrapped your arms around his neck, you wanted him closer, Kisame held tight to your waist, you knew there would be a mark, and when you started to gasp he pulled away from your lips, taking leave with a light bite on the lower one.

- I think I already have my answer - he smiled holding your chin.

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𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨…

(Naruto cast Edition)

Featuring - Kakashi, Kisame, Gaara, Juugo, Yamato, Obito, Might Guy, Asuma, Itachi, Iruka, Jiraiya, Konoha 12 males, & Anyone else you see fit <3

Rating - Lovey-Dovey Cutesy-Wutesy Fluff

Song Choice - My Girlfriend (TV Girl)

Men who love you unconditionally as if it's a second nature to them. They lived the majority of their life with the idea that they're undeserving of the love they see on display in public, but you changed that for them. You mean the world to them and they'll do anything in their power to make sure you never feel the way they felt before they met you, your smile is worth more than any amount of Ryo in the world to them. (Kakashi, Choji, Kisame, Gaara, Juugo, + Anyone you see fit)

Men who will remember every single detail and aspect of you and your life. They'll easily be able to list your likes and dislikes perfectly without a single detail missed, some may even say they know you better than you know yourself. They just cant help it, seeing you happy and content means everything to them and being the cause of those feelings are a huge bonus to them. (Shikamaru, Shino, Neji, Rock Lee, Yamato, Obito, Might Guy, Asuma, + Anyone you see fit)

Men who are adorably romantic in their own unique way. Although they aren't the lovey-dovey romantic type, they still show you just how much they absolutely adore you, even if the world doesn't see it. Instead of expensive dinner dates, they prefer spending time chatting about the future you see having with each other while helping you prepare dinner. They appreciate the time they spend with you above anything, even if it's something as simple as tagging along with you while you run errands or the extra 2-5 minutes you two spend with your limbs intertwined with each others before the alarm goes off. (Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Kiba, Itachi, Iruka, Jiraiya + Anyone you see fit)

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Do you have any headcanons regarding the akatsuki and cuddling?

Pein/Nagato: Uses his bodies to make a giant cuddle pile with his partner in the center. Without his other paths, though, he doesn’t give the best cuddles; his original body is very frail, so his partner may be wary of engaging in cuddles.

Konan: Loves to cuddle but doesn’t express it (you can’t really tell), so her partner just thinks she doesn’t like it. Prefers being the little spoon and having arms wrapped around her because it makes her feel safe.

Deidara: Gets bored quickly so he likes to cuddle while doing something, whether that’s talking his partner’s ear off about his art or watching TV. His partner must keep his attention or he might just fall asleep on them.

Sasori: Not much of a cuddler, but likes to run his hand through his partner’s hair as they lay on his lap (while he is simultaneously working on a puppet).

Itachi: Great cuddler and hug giver. Firm, but not tight. Soft, but not squishy. Gentle, but not weak. He prefers cuddling while in bed and is mostly silent through the whole thing (usually because he’s just content to lay there).

Kisame: Gives the best hugs/cuddles by far. He has very strong arms and is (probably) a lot bigger + taller than his partner so he completely engulfs them. Being the polite gentleman he is, he would keep checking in with his partner and adjust to their preference.

Hidan: Would cuddle all the time and always accepts if his partner wants to or initiates it. Be aware, though, that being covered in blood won’t stop him from cuddling; in fact, he thinks the warmth and slickness of the blood only adds to the experience.

Kakuzu: Stiff, but surprisingly comfortable. He’s not used to giving physical affection (the closest he gets is beating the shit out of Hidan), so his partner would have to bear through those first few seconds of him getting used to the idea.

Obito: Cuddles like this is the last time he’ll be able to do it, so he’s very possessive and reluctant to let his partner go for any reason once he’s wrapped them up in his arms. Warning: may activate his Sharingan in order to capture the memory, which could then result in his partner falling through him and suffering a heart attack.

Zetsu: Doesn’t know how to cuddle. After teaching him, he would be very awkward, uncoordinated, and stiff with it. He’d just wrap his arms around his partner and say “Like this?” then sit there for a few minutes until his partner gets tired of his ineptitude.

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♡ JJK : gojo, NANAMI, Hanami, ITADORI, MEGUMI, geto, CHOSO.

♡ GENSHIN : ITTO, venti, diluc, wanderer, KAZUHA, xiao, AETHER, ZHONGLI, CHILDE.

♡ NARUTO : KISAME, NARUTO, omoi, JIRAIYA, minato, ASHURA, killer b.

♡ HAIKYUU : kyoutani, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, KENMA, MIYA ATSUMU, semi, akiteru tsukishima, TENDOU, daichi, terushima, TANAKA, NISHINOYA (and my baby TSUKISHIMA KEI <3!!!!).

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*Hidan laying on his back in bed, trying to fall asleep*

Kakuzu: *opens door a crack* Hidan? Are you still awake?

Hidan: Yeah?

Kakuzu: *comes in, shuts the door, sits at the edge of the bed and starts taking off his cowl and mask*

Hidan: What are you doing?

Kakuzu, softly: I had a shitty day and I need to not be alone. 

Kakuzu: *lays down with his head on Hidan’s chest*

Hidan, a bit overwhelmed: D-do you need me to —

Kakuzu: I don’t need you to do anything. Just be here with me.

Hidan: *hesitates a few seconds, then lifts his hand and starts gently stroking Kakuzu’s long hair* I’m here, ‘Kuzu. Don’t worry.

Kakuzu: Good.

*the two are quiet for a while, the only sounds are them breathing and the wind outside the windows*

Hidan: Can I ask you something?

Kakuzu: Mm?

Hidan: Me and you … we fuck and stuff, but, this is the first time we’ve ever done shit like this. Are … are me and you … together?

Kakuzu: You don’t feel disgusted with my age?

Hidan: Do you give a shit about mine?

Kakuzu: No.

Hidan: Then, no. We’re both gonna go to hell; we might as well walk in holding hands.

Kakuzu: *smiles* Eloquent way to put it, brat. But, okay. Together. Now be quiet and let me sleep.

Hidan: It’s my room, asshole. I don’t have to be quiet if I —

*from the living room*

Itachi: My ice cream is no longer in the freezer. Does anyone know why?

Deidara: Dunno, but I thought I saw Hidan eating a bowl of it earlier, hm.

Kisame: Itachi, is that the ice cream you were saving for your snack?

Itachi, sadly: Yes …

Kisame: Hmm; seems as though I need to pay a visit to Hidan’s room to talk things over.

Hidan, to Kakuzu: Well … *laces their fingers together* Looks like we’re makin’ that trip to hell a lot sooner than expected, eh?

Kakuzu:

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Valentines Day with the Akatsuki<3

18+, suggestive themes

•

Kakuzu:

Hates spending money, but will go broke simply on buying your gifts and taking you places during the day.

Will literally spoil you rotten. You’ll wake up to chocolates and other assorted gifts on the empty side of bed where he usually sleeps.

After a long day full of fun, just know this grouchy giant will D you down for the rest of the night. If you’re not wobbling by the end of it, it’ll be round after round until you can’t even remember your own name.

Hidan:

This man shows his love best through physical touch and sex so don’t be surprised when you’re woken up by his tongue between your folds.

In between all the sex he plans on having with you on this special day, he’ll make you breakfast in bed, and then take you out for a shopping spree in the nearby village.

If you try on clothes in a shop, just know you’ll barely make it outside to the alleyway behind the plaza, your shorts pulled down as he stuffs you full.

Itachi:

Sweet boy. Will have one of the members keep you busy for the first half of the day so he can decorate your shared room. Rose petals, balloons, candles, the whole works.

All the gifts he bought will be lined up on the bed in pretty red and pink bags with matching gift paper. A long and heart felt message written on the inside of a card will be placed neatly in front of one of the gifts.

To end the day, he’ll either cook you your favorite meal or take you out to your favorite restaurant to enjoy a nice meal.

Kisame:

Didn’t really understand the point of the holiday as he feels that everyday should be spent cherishing and loving your partner. Not just on a specific day.

So after speaking with Konan, he ran into town and bought the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers, a case of chocolate, and a few other things that you’d pointed out to him prior.

The rest of the day would be spent wrapped in each others arms, watching movies and getting wine drunk while eating a hot, homemade dinner.

Deidara:

He’s so infatuated with you that he’d spend two weeks prior to v-day hand crafting pendants for jewelry and other little handmade gifts to give you.

Not only will your presents be hand made, so will your card. His somewhat sloppy script will cover the card front to back, explaining how much he loves you and how he wants to spend eternity by your side.

Deidara would order your favorite take out and take you on a picnic in a nearby flower field. Where when the night comes and the sky turns dark, he would send up some of his clay creations, lighting up the sky in pretty fireworks and explosions.

Sasori:

Just like Kisame, Sasori didn’t really get the whole craze about some dumb holiday. But, he wanted to spoil you nonetheless. So he told you to get dressed, which you gladly obliged.

The two of you visited a village nearby and had brunch before going to the theatre to watch a movie. After the film, he took you to your favorite shops, paying for anything and everything.

Sasori wouldn’t let you go the whole time, his hand wrapped securely around yours as you walked about. Planting soft smooches on your face as you enjoyed the day together.

Tobi:

For days before Valentine’s, he’d be so anxious, but in a good way of course. He had planned the whole day out weeks ago. Starting off by bringing you your favorite coffee and sweets for breakfast.

Repeating the same for lunch. It was after that, that he had you get all dolled up. Taking you into town for a museum date.

Good boy Tobi would finish the day with your favorite food, before stripping you of both your clothes. Buried deep in your cunt, as he whines and mutters about how much he loves you.

Zetsu:

Flowers. Everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He loves plants, and knows people gift their partners roses and such on this special day so what does he do? Buys a few different flower bouquets that end up littering your shared room. Bedside table? Yep. Bathroom counter? Best believe it.

Zetsu loves pampering you. He’d paint your nails to match his bright pink color. Sitting behind you as he brushes your hair. Applying your makeup for you if you wear any.

The two of you would take a long walk, enjoying the peace and crunch of the gravel under your shoes as you walk. Would find a nice place to sit near the water as you talked and shared a meal together.

Konan:

Just like Tobi, she’d have everything ready and prepared days ahead. Dinner reservations? Check. Nail salon date? Check. Making sure the book shop has that book you’ve been wanting in stock? Check.

After lunch in the village, it’s time for your nail appointment. The two of you sitting side by side as the nail techs paint and work on your nails. After paying, it’s time for the next stop. Konan would watch with a smile on her face when you pick up the book you wanted. Knowing she made sure the staff kept a copy specifically for you.

Konan would have rented out a private booth in your favorite restaurant. Keeping the entire area empty so you two would have your much loved privacy. Once the two of you have ordered your drinks is when she’d give you a heartfelt speech before dropping to her knee with a ring. Planting a deep kiss on your lips when you say yes.

Pain:

Would clear his schedule and make this a week long affair. Each day, you’d wake up to a new present or date planned. One day shopping, the next day, a movie. And so on.

On Valentine’s Day, he’d wake you up with soft kisses along your jawline before spending the whole day in bed. Watching your favorite movies and eating snacks. The room full of your shared laughter or screams if you watch horror movies.

Just like Tobi, he’d end the day covering your body in bite marks and hickeys. He’d take his time on you too, drawing out every orgasm, pulling moans and whimpers outta you into the early hours of the night.

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Happy Valentine’s Day bbys🫶🏻 if no one’s told you today, you’re beautiful and I love you. Thank you for your continuous support for my writing. Here is a bouquet 💐 from me to you

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To be loved is to be changed - Kisame x Reader

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Angst and Fluff, Canontypical Violence and Death mentioned - requested by @snuggleboots for the Follower Celebration

Soul Mates

Two people bonded over time and distance, who are able to communicate via thoughts. Unlike the Yamanaka Family Jutsu, sight or Chakra usage is not needed. It has been reported that the two parts of the bond do not have to know each other before activating the bond.

The first ever documented case was reported in Yugakure. The subjects noted that they could only hear the voice of their partner the moment one of them turned eighteen. 

Ever since then it has been hard to find test subjects since the existence of a bond can only be proven after they’ve turned eighteen.

Soul Bonds are not a genetic inheritance, since their existence is not inherited, as the Hyuuga-Study proved. They can also not be transferred, as a study from Iwagakure proved.

It has proven wise, however, to eliminate bonds between different Nations since the bond can be used to transfer state secrets, willingly or unwillingly. 

Most female bond partners die shortly after the male bond partner has been eliminated, as an extensive Study from Konohagakure, Orochimaru, showed.

-

It had been business as usual.

A Shinobi life did not offer much chance for celebration. A birthday is nothing more than a way to calculate age. Kisame knew people who celebrated every day they survived, but he’d never been one for celebration. He certainly didn’t learn it from his parents.

His shoes are filled with liquid and he doesn’t bother to check if it is blood or water. It had been raining all day, making the mission harder for his opponents and a hella lot more fun for him.

But he’s hungry, and cold, and he could use a bed instead of the damp ground.

He’s still pretty far from Kirigakure, but he remembers a small village he had come by a few days earlier and directs his feet toward the approximate location.

Soaring through the air, the rain pelting his face, he wonders what time it is. Not that it matters, but he was born around four p.m., something his father liked to remind him of because his mother had missed making lunch because of his birth.

A branch snaps under his foot and he topples through the air, cursing loudly as he manages to land on a different tree. A shiver runs down his back but before he can think too much about it, he can hear a voice, sweet and distinctly female.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” He turns around, and squints through the rain. He’s pretty sure he’s alone.

“Are you a Yamanaka? I heard about your Jutsu!”

“What the hell is a Yamanaka? Where are you? Show yourself?”

“I’m in the middle of the street, how can you not see me? You’re the one who started cursing at me!”

“What the- I wasn’t cursing!”

“Oh, of course you were! I’ve never heard such foulmouthery before! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” The voice is sweet and young, but the choice of words is a bit old-fashioned for his taste.

“My mother is dead.” He waits, can’t help the smug grin when the voice falters in its reprimand.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! When did it happen? And how? Are you okay?”

“Easy there, just tell me where you’re hiding and we’re going to get this over with.”

“Again, I am not hiding. But since you’re so blind, obviously, I am going to walk across the street and into the bakery. Can you see me? Can I see you?”

“What bakery?” Kisame’s pretty sure he’s still a long way off any bakeries.

“The main one, you know. Yamamoto’s golden bread, right at the main road.”

“What village?”

“What village? Are you kidding me? What village could I be talking about?”

Something heavy, most likely the truth, settles in Kisame’s gut. His feet suddenly feel a lot less sturdy and he lowers himself until he’s sitting securely on the thick branch.

“What time is it?”

“It’s a bit after four p.m. why? Are you okay?”

“Have you ever heard about soulmates?”

There’s Silence and it’s shocking how unwelcome it is all of a sudden. He hadn’t known a different voice in his head before, but its absence feels so utterly unwelcome now.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m just… Are you saying you’re my soulmate?”

“I guess so.”

“That means you just turned eighteen.”

“Guess so.”

“Oh, don’t give me that, you know how old you are, right?”

He laughs, can’t help it. You’re a whole other thing when you’re being sassy with him.

“What does it matter? It was nice meeting you. I will make sure not to bother you again.”

“Wait! WAIT!”

“What?” He blinks into the rain. This, this whole Soulmate thing, is just a big fat joke. Fate hates him, and always has. A Shinobi can hardly hold up a relationship as it is, no less a happy one. A Soulmate Relationship? Where your partner's life is bound to yours to the point that you cannot survive without your other half? That’s just cruel.

“What’s your favorite cake flavor?”

“What?”

“Cake. What kind do you like most.”

“I don’t know. We don’t have much cake here. What’s yours?”

“I like Chocolate Cake. Would it be okay if I got one? For you? For today.”

“You can do whatever you want. I don’t care.”

-

He keeps the promise he gave himself.

He does not bother you. Well, at least he will as soon as he figures out how not to talk to you. 

You, however, have no qualms in talking to him.

“Today I got plums. I love plums. I’m going to make a Plum Pudding for my Grandmother, and some jam for my neighbors and if there’s something left over, I’ll make a cake with it. Do you like Plums? What’s your name anyway? Is it Ume? Like Plum? Or do you have purple hair?”

He’s pretty sure you’re not Shinobi. A Shinobi would not act so casually with a Soulmate bond. They are trained to be cautious about any attempt of espionage but you don’t seem to care that you blabber out too much that he should not know.

You’re from Konohagakure, it seems. Your parents died young and you’re raised by your grandmother, hence the old-fashioned way of talking. You like to bake and cook and play good housewife, but sometimes, when you pass a Shinobi on the street, you wonder how their life is. If you could be good at something that is dangerous. Something your grandmother carefully keeps you shielded from.

Your voice is as sweet as the jam you keep blabbering about. 

He wonders, not for the first time, how you look like. Are you as plump as the women of Yura? Thin and elegant like the people in Ishi? Maybe you like to put on colorful makeup and dance around in wild clothing like the people of Kimmun? 

Whatever you look like, he cannot imagine your body next to his, your life entwined with the one he leads.

Kirigakure has gotten scarier and he’s growing fed up with orders that make no sense, superiors who are more corrupt than the criminals he’s paid to bring in.

***

On your eighteenth birthday, you see the sun rise over an ocean. It’s a breathtaking view and you enjoy it from the safety of your bedroom, the windows facing the forest.

You’re not sure if your soulmate is a quiet man or simply has the self-discipline of a god. 

He rarely ever answers your questions, lets nothing slip beside a lot of curse words. But his dreams are vivid and wether he does it willingly or without his knowledge, he shares them with you.

You know they have to be his dreams. You’ve never traveled further than the next Village outside of Konoha. But you dream of lush landscapes, of mountains that pierce the sky, of the sea stretching further than your eyes can reach, of a village hidden in the mist.

He must be from Kirigakure. And while he kept quiet, you’ve read everything about Soulmates you could get your hands on. Most Hidden Villages demand of their population to come forward as soon as their Bond is forged. And while you’ve not heard of a execution in years, you don’t want to know what would happen to you if it got known that your Soulmate is from Kirigakure.

And a Shinobi too.

Some nights his dreams are gruesome and you wake up crying, your mind filled with pictures of dead comrades, of heavy rain that washes away the blood.

He never answers after that and you wonder what he feels about your bond. Is it guilt or would he rather have someone else?

But everytime you tell yourself to give this up, to stop your stories, to let his silence be silence, the wall he’s put up crumbles.

Like today. When he thinks of the ocean and allows you to see it too.

-

“I got a Kunai.” You tell him, the weapon heavy in your satchel. “Will you tell me how to use it?”

“Why do you need to know?” It’s been days since you’ve last spoke. You’re a little surprised that he’s answering.

“I want to be able to defend myself.”

“You’ll do more harm than good with a Kunai.”

“Don’t belittle me.”

“I’d never.” There’s sincerity in his voice. Exhaustion too.

“Bad timing?”

“Hide that Kunai away. Don’t use it until I tell you how. First you need to learn how to use your Chakra.”

“Should we do that later? You probably want to rest.”

“It’s okay.” You wonder what he’s doing right now. Does he sit down to focus on you or is he on the move? You think of him, a voice without a body, tucked into a bed and feel his amusement.

“That is new.” You comment. “I could feel your feelings.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be.” You interrupt him. “I want to know you.”

“I don’t want you to know me.”

“Oh…” He must feel it too, the pang of disappointment going through you, because he rushes to apologize.

“It’s better for you. Safer. I’m sorry you’re bound to me. I know if I die, you’ll most likely die too, but I don’t have to drag you down. As long as I am alive, somewhere far away from you, you can lead a happy, easy life.”

“Do you think I could love another men with your voice in my head?”

Silence. No matter how much you call, he does not answer.

-

Two weeks after your eighteenth birthday a pair of Shinobi knocks on your grandmothers door. 

You’re in the kitchen stirring a pot of compote, but your grandmothers quivering voice pulls you away from the stove. She sounds scared.

“Sit down,” you tell her, her frail shoulders shaking under your hands as you lead her to the kitchen table. “I will handle this.”

“But-”

“It’s all good, obaa-chan. The Shinobi work to help us. Drink some water, it’s all good.”

You return to the door, the woman already inside your house.

“I’m sorry, her health isn’t the best. How can we help you?”

“It’s just a checkup.” The woman smiles but it’s not a friendly smile. “You turned eighteen recently and you got quite a few books from the library, yet you never came to the office to register your soulmate.”

“Oh, of course.” You nod, for the first time glad that your Soulmate is so keen on keeping quiet. “I understand. Sadly I do not have a soulmate. I was hoping I would have one, since my parents were Soulmates, but the books were right. It cannot be inherited.”

“I’m afraid we cannot go by your word alone.”

“I understand.” You nod again. “What do you require me to do?”

The two of them stare you down and you blink up at them innocently. You might not be a Shinobi or have any talents beyond following recipes, but you certainly know how to lie.

“That will suffice.” The man nods curtly. “Sorry about the bother.”

“Oh, of course. Do you want to stay for some tea? I am just making a new batch of cake if you want to stay or come back later for a slice.”

“We cannot stay.”

“I understand. But please don’t hesitate to come back later. It was always important to our family to feed the Shinobi.”

“Why?” The woman puts her hand on her partners arm, halts him in his movements as she stares you down. You wonder what she’s thinking. She’s clearly not trusting you.

“We are only able to live in safety because of the Shinobi’s work. My mother was too sickly to work as a Shinobi and my father was a tradesperson and they instructed me to always be thankful for the hard work of the Shinobi. I wouldn’t dare to disappoint them.” You bow.

“I always wanted… to train too. But I do not have any talent, it seems.” You look at the floor in a show of shame and that seems to pacify them for good.

“There is no cake needed.” They agree quietly. “But thank you for the offer.”

The door closes behind them, but you don’t trust it to keep you safe. You heard of Shinobi who can see through walls, so you don’t dare to exhale in relief and instead keep yourself as busy as you would normally, tell your grandmother in a cheerful tone all about the conversation.

“Oh, I am so sorry that you do not have a Soulmate.” She clutches her chest as she speaks. “It was so lovely for your mother to find your father.”

“Like I’d ever leave you.” You tell her and she pulls you down to kiss your temple before leaving for another nap. She’s been tired a lot these last weeks.

***

“I want to see you.” Kisame shudders at your words. But no, it’s not the words but your longing. He can feel it so intensely, that he’s no longer sure if it’s yours or his.

Life has gotten lonely as a Missing-Nin, his Hitai-Ate no longer a thing he wears with pride.

He’s been building a home, telling himself that it’s meant just to house him and no one else, but his body betrays his mind when he builds it large enough to house a family. 

Yet, how can he tell you about it? How can he take you from Konoha, the safe village you grew up in, the arms of your grandmother, to a house on the shore with no neighbors 

“It’s not safe.” He tries to answer, but you’ve gotten better at getting him to answer.

“I’ve gotten better. I can already walk on water! I barely miss any more when I throw a Kunai. Please, I just want to see you!”

He doesn’t say no, cannot bring himself to accept the reality so how could he convince you?

But he dreams of you, of all the bits and pieces he’s gotten to know in the last five years. 

-

“I’m going to be in Kimmun next month.” You tell him a few days later, resolve audible in your thoughts. “It’s at the edge of the border. I’m going to be there for at least two days and there are plenty of hostels that won’t look too closely at either of us if we pay good money for a room.”

Anxiety closes up his throat. Kisame knows those hostels well enough, has killed in more than one of them.

“You will not go near them, do you understand me? I’ve got my ways, I can get into any room you could stay in.”

“So you’ll come?”

“Let me think about it.”

“Okay.” You give in easy. Too easy. He realizes why a few days later when you pick the topic back up, intent on making sure he knows exactly how much you want to see him.

He should feel flattered and he would, maybe, if not for the forbidden Jutsu that he took with him when he left Kirigakure. The Jutsu that transformed his body in more ways than one. 

No matter how sweet you are, no matter how much you’re supposed to be suited for him, can he really expect you to be fine with that?

-

Kimmun is lovely at this time of the year. The streets are bustling with people to the point hardly anyone takes notice of him.

It’s an important time for a merchant like you when everyone’s offering and you have to have a good eye and a quick mind to gather the best of the best.

Kisame spots you easily. You’re like a Sakura Tree in a field of wildflowers, all the colors in the world doing nothing but emphasizing your beauty.

You work alone and he wonders when you started, how you convinced your grandmother to let you. You don’t seem a novice anymore, he can see it in the way your eyes seem to catch everything, how you won’t let even the most charming seller convince you to buy something you don’t want.

He follows you up to the Hotel you’re staying in, not too cheap but not too fancy either. As the day turns into night he can see you at the window, looking out into the darkness. You’re obviously waiting for him and he wonders when he turned this way, when the fearsome warrior became a man following the mere wishes of a woman.

But you’re different, aren’t you? You were picked to be with him or maybe he was picked to be with you, either way, it’s a cruel choice for either of you. 

It’s best to get this all over with, so he moves even when he dreads it. He didn’t get out of Kirigakure because he was too shy, or unwilling to get uncomfortable.

…

“Close your eyes.” Your back is turned to the window - a grave mistake he will have to make you unlearn. But no, he will not, because this will end here.

“You’re here.” You say, and your voice is filled with too much delight. It makes him feel sick.

“Whatever.” He mutters before he can say “Of Course.” 

“Can I look?” You ask, hands over your eyes as you move from one foot to the other.

He puts Samehada down, closes the window behind him, and draws the curtain closed. Anxiety pools cooly in his stomach but he nods first and confirms loudly second.

His eyes are on you, can’t look away no matter how much he wants to. He doesn’t miss one second of your reaction. He waits for the disappointment, for the giddiness to flake at the edges. But you curl your hands into fists in front of you and look up at him as if he hung the moon and the stars. 

“What are you looking at?” He asks, his voice a bit too harsh. You’re too delicate to be treated this way, no matter his feelings.

“Can I hug you?”

…

When he wakes up from a nap he didn’t mean to take, your head rests on his chest and his water clone looks over with envy written over his face.

“Get one yourself,” he tells his clone, which is childish, but there’s no one to witness it but himself.

You’re a warm weight, your presence enough to convince him to stay in bed. No one’s been following him, he tells himself, he can enjoy this short time with you.

And even though he knows that he shouldn’t, that he should get as far away from you as possible, for his sake as much as yours, he finds himself bound to you through more ways than one. There’s the look in your eyes when you wake up, or the way you hold onto his hand when he pulls away - just to brush his teeth, okay - or how you insist on getting breakfast in bed and lean in to kiss jam from the corner of his mouth.

By the time another evening rolls around he’s lost sight of who’s the dangerous one of the two of you. You know what you want - him - and he’s never been able to say no to you, it seems. Not when Kisame wants you just as much, not when he’s never gotten anything that belonged to him and only him, before. 

He wants to take you home, to the almost-finished house at the shore. 

For you, he’d become a merchant or a stay-at-home Dad. 

He tells you, whispers it into each kiss until he’s sure you know, repeats it in the realm that houses just the two of you, and tells you over and over again even as you sleep to the point that he knows you dream of him too.

And Kisame’s convinced, he knows it must be, that he will not leave this town without you…

Until one of his Clones goes down, alerting him of the imminent danger.

He needs to leave, right now, when the morning is not even a thought yet in the minds of this city, when your head rests easy right over his heart.

Kisame needs to leave you behind, because there are at least three high class Nin looking for him and if he cannot lead them away from the city, divert their attention with a fight, they will keep looking and they will find you. 

He might not want to leave, but he will if it’s the one thing that keeps you safe.

So he does.

***

The bed feels empty when you wake up. His sword is gone from where it leaned against the window sill. Your mind is empty too and there’s no note left out for you to find. When you call out his name, out loud and in your head, you don’t get an answer. 

You want to wait, tie yourself to your bed until he shows up again, until he at least answers your questions in your head, but you’ve came here with a group of other merchants - for safety reasons - and you’re expected to leave today, having only a few hours to spare. 

So you make yourself go through the motions, wash the memories off your body as best as you can and leave Kimmun so unlike you’ve entered it.

Gone is the hope and anticipation. With every hour spent without his voice in your mind you feel surer of his decision. 

To you it might have been a beginning. To him it was an end.

-

One week after your return your grandmother has to be hospitalized.

You hold her hand as she fights for breathe after breathe, as her heart stutters to a stop. 

You don’t cry when her body burns, when all that’s left of her is ash and bone shards, happy memories and the ghost of her kiss, the feeling of her lips pressed to your temple or her hands folded around yours as she teaches you.

You return to your now empty house, wondering when you turned this resilient, this cold.

They say that to be loved is to be changed, but in your case it has to be different. Loving Kisame has changed you. You wonder if you changed him too, even just a little.

-

Work consumes you. 

There’s no time to bake, no time to make jams. 

You don’t dare stop to taste the plums, fearing it will unravel you at the seams.

They say one woman can’t manage a whole business alone, so you smile and nod and ask for their assistance, collect their money and open another shop in Kimmun, because why not? 

You keep yourself busy until you search for a painkiller and find your tampons, unopened, unused in, what… a month? Two?

That’s when you break, because what are you supposed to do?

You’re unmarried, have no relationship to name and your business is riding on your good reputation.

It’s on the bathroom floor, hugging your knees like a little girl, that you call out to Kisame for the first time in weeks, call upon his name like he’s God and you’re the sinner.

-

His response is the view of moldy ceiling, the wooden boards covered with black spots.

“What?!” Even your inner voice breaks with confusion.

Memories flood your mind after that. 

Running from Kimmun, someone following closely. A fight. Blood, so much blood.

Intense pain shoots through your left leg. A nameless nurse taking care of you.

“Where are you?” You ask.

“I’m hiding.” He says. “I’m not even sure this place has a name.”

“Why didn’t you answer?”

“I couldn’t. I had to focus on the fight and by the time I could answer you’d gone silent.”

“So? You could have called out to me first.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounds sincere. Not for the first time you curse your connection. You can tell that he means it.

“What happened?” He asks.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence follows, but it is not empty. You can feel his doubts wage war on him.

“Is it mine?” He asks, voice quiet, almost subdued.

“Of course it is yours!”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Take me with you. Please! I am all alone here and we could live together, right? I don’t care where we’d be, just let us be together, anywhere is fine.”

“It’s dangerous.”

“I don’t care.”

“But I care.”

“If you die, I die. It will always be dangerous.”

“Let me think about it. I want to, I do, but we need to be smart about this.”

“I love you.”

He does not say it back. But you can see what he sees, your head resting on his chest back in Kimmun, your hands joined together. And that is just as good as hearing those three words.

***

Your growing belly is hidden beneath a wide skirt.

You have not complained once since the two of you left Kimmun in the early morning hours.

It will take months for those back in Konoha to learn that you sold your shares in Kimmun too, just like you did with all of your belongings in Konoha. By then it will be impossible to find a trace of you, to hear even a faint whisper of what happened with the lone young girl coming from the village.

The scars on his leg have healed up. Kisame feels no pain as he lifts you up and carries you over the threshold like one does with their new wife, the future mother of their children. Like his father should have done with his mother. Like your father has done with your mother.

He’s twenty-four, a criminal by the laws of Kirigakure, and a Soulmate by the laws of nature. He’s a husband, a homeowner and in a few months, he’s going to be a father too.

Your savings will keep you two afloat for quite some time and there’s a small village a few hours by foot, that will sell them whatever they could need.

He’s not yet convinced that this can last, that you can be happy in a place as lonely as this, that he can keep you safe, but he wants to try.

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Mikio is six when he takes up the black coat with the red clouds. 

He doesn’t do it for the money and not for the name.

But the twins just turned three and you’re pregnant again, yet there have been Kiri-Nin asking for him in the village and he knows he cannot run forever.

Pain’s way might not be the nicest, but he promises peace. 

Is there anything he wouldn’t do to make sure you’ll be safe?

“Say goodbye to Papa.” You call out to Mikio who’s drying shells in the sun. The twins are running cirlces around him, probably thinking he’ll be back tomorrow from another trip to the neighbouring village. They don’t know yet about the meaning of missions, or how long three months really are.

But Mikio comes after you. He’s got a nose for things he shouldn’t know about.

“I don’t want you to go.” He says when Kisame steps closer. 

“I don’t want to go.”

“So don’t go.”

“‘s not as easy as that.”

Mikio looks away again.

“Listen.” Kisame kneels down beside him, aware how much he’s growing. He’s coming after him with his height. “I’m not going to tell you to look after Ma. That’s not your job. You’re a kid. I have to leave so that you can stay a kid until you grow up. That’s not easy, but I’m doing it for you.”

“Okay.”

“Can I have a hug goodbye?”

Mikio ponders it for a second before crawling into his lap. He’s much too big for that now, growing too heavy for it too, but there had never been a chance for this when Kisame had been a kid, so why should he deny his son something he’d never knew he could have for himself?

-

When he leaves, he takes your voice with you.

It follows him wherever he goes.

Kisame knows when you’re safe, he knows when you’re in trouble. 

Sometimes it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

To be loved is to be changed, you’d told him once when he’d complained about how his life had hardened you.

Kisame wonders how he’d have turned out without you.

He finds he doesn’t want to know.

[cosmic-glow]

A Beach Day with Akatsuki

Summary: how would each of the Akatsuki members be in the cliche anime beach episode.

Warnings: mentions of deaths and alcoholic beverages. SFW.

Characters: Pein; Konan; Tobi; Zetsu; Itachi; Kisame; Deidara; Sasori; Hidan and Kakuzu (from Naruto).

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Kisame

Kisame liked the idea from the beginning.

As soon as he gets to the beach he goes straight to the water.

Likes to surf.

And it's really good at it.

He doesn't wear sunscreen.

He spends practically all day in the water.

He just goes out to pull someone out to sea with him.

Or to buy some ice cream.

He randomly comes out of the water sometimes and brings a very nice shell or rock and gives it to someone.

He tries to pull Itachi out to sea with him just to provoke him.

Kisame would come out of the water in the afternoon to watch the sun go down.

While drinking something refreshing, like coconut water or a drink.

That man was so comfortable.

It upsets him to have to leave the beach.

The next day he is locked in his room, sunburnt.

He doesn't want to go out for  doesn't have to overhear Itachi saying "I told you" for refusing to apply sunscreen.

Still, he really liked his day at the beach and would do it all over again.

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Kakuzu

He didn't want to come.

Like, beach is just a warm place with salt water and sand, what's fun about that? That's what he thinks.

He is really in a bad mood.

He can't even cool off in the sea because he can't swim due to his stitched up body.

He tries to relax sitting in the shade of the parasol while reading a book.

But any noise bothers him.

And a beach with Deidara, Hidan and Tobi is sure to be noisy.

He eventually decides to walk to the edge of the sea away from the group while checking his bingo book.

Was that or kill those three.

In the end, when he is well away from the group he manages to enjoy the beach a little.

He sits near some palm trees.

The waves gently lap at him feet in a relaxing manner.

And finally the silence that he loves so much.

He would only reappear in the group in the evening, when started to cool down.

He is not sad that he has to leave.

And he would never admit that he enjoyed the quiet moments he spent alone.

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Tobi/Obito

Ever since he learned that him be going to the beach he has been extremely anxious.

He is wearing those bathing suits that cover the whole body, like surfers do.

But he doesn't surf.

Yes, he is wearing the mask even on the beach.

Doesn't stop at any moment.

He would go into the sea to jump the waves and end up falling as soon as they took their eyes off him.

Then he would get up as if nothing had happened.

He has been bothering Deidara since they arrived.

"Wow Deidara-senpai, I didn't know your abdomen was so defined" - would be just one of the comments he make to tease the blond.

Tobi is a good boy, so he put sunscreen on the parts that his suit doesn't cover.

Takes too much ice cream and ends up freezing his brain.

He would not want to leave the beach.

Would only do it when it was getting dark.

Definitely a happy child enjoying his day at the beach.

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Hidan

For Akatsuki to be able to go to a beach it would have to be isolated.

And well, I'm saying this because Hidan was responsible for offering Jashin anyone who showed up bothering.

He's a narcissist and made a point of getting a swimsuit that didn't cover too much and value his ass.

At first, he avoids getting into the water because he doesn't want to get his hair wet.

But when he enters the sea it's scary to see how he spends hours underwater since he can't die by drowning.

Enjoys bothering Kakuzu... as usual.

He purposely wets Deidara's hair.

Hidan wasn't worried about sunscreen.

After all, he's immortal, what difference does it make?

What no one knows is that he ended up going through the fear of losing the pale shade he likes so much.

He has who brought the alcohol.

He keeps drinking and bothering others with silly pranks.

Leave the beach at the end of the sunset already drunk.

He found the day at the beach fun.

After all he didn't have to work and spent all day drinking and making fun of the members, why would he complain?

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Zetsu

He likes sunbathe.

Obviously him don't wear sunscreen, because he don't need it.

Would avoid going into the sea because of the salt water.

White Zetsu wants to make a sand castle.

But doesn't work out too well because black Zetsu refuses.

He likes to drink a lot of water.

Zetsu purposely walks away from the group.

He likes to be alone and it is no surprise to anyone.

He finds the sound of the sea very relaxing.

White Zetsu wants to take the little shells he finds home.

Black Zetsu wants to eat the crabs he finds.

At some point he would end up sleeping.

Would only wake up when the sun started to set.

And then finally would return to the group to leave.

White Zetsu really enjoyed the day at the beach and think was relaxing.

Black Zetsu didn't think it was bad, but he wouldn't admit it and would say it was a waste of time.

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Deidara

“Finally a rest day” - that's what he thought, until he saw how Tobi can be even more irritating on the beach.

The beach is a very inspiring place for an artist.

So Deidara is trying not to waste all his explosive clay on Tobi.

He wants to tan, not burn, so he put on sunscreen.

Deidara knows and likes to surf.

And he's annoyed that Kisame is better than him at this.

He was avoiding going into the sea until Hidan wet his hair.

His bathing suit is the prettiest.

This boy has style.

He would retreat at some point to make sand castles without being seen.

Prefer to eat slushies.

Would want to compete with Itachi on something.

And would say he cheated when he lost and walk away from the group.

Collect shells <3

He tries to sunbathe, but Deidara is the kind of person who can't sit still.

So it's useless.

The sunset is art for him, after all it is temporary.

Appears out of nowhere in the group when they are leaving.

At the end of the day he's sulking.

Because the day at the beach was not what he expected.

… But he liked it.

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Itachi

To be honest, he doesn't really like the beach.

Like, he can't deny the place is beautiful, but what is he going to do here?

He ends up sitting in the shade of the parasol watching others have fun.

Most of the shells Kisame brings from the water are for him.

He obviously use  sunscreen.

And brought it, in case anyone forgot.

In fact, the bag with everything needed for a day at the beach is his.

He doesn't really like the idea of ​​going into the sea.

The most he'd do is get his feet wet because it's relaxing.

He's the one who bought Kisame's ice cream while he was getting out of the water.

He's not paying attention to Deidara's taunts.

And he made no effort to beat him.

He likes the sound of the sea.

Take the opportunity to rest for a while.

He ends up getting so relaxed and quiet you could swear he's sleeping sitting up.

Itachi finds the sunset a bit melancholy but beautiful.

Is eager to return to the group's hideout.

The next day he know that Kisame doesn't want to leave his room because he's sunburned.

He didn't think the day at the beach was all bad, but he would have preferred to go somewhere else.

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Pein

Honestly, he only accepted all this because of Konan.

Doesn't like warm places, so the beach is not his favorite place.

He came just to make sure that nothing bad would happened.

He refers to Hidan, Deidara and Tobi in the same place for more than 5 minutes.

And he doesn't want anyone to bother Konan either.

Konan who reminded him to wear sunscreen.

Pain likes to eat watermelon when he is at the beach, is refreshing.

He won't go into the sea, don't even try.

Doesn't like ice cream very much.

He doesn't really like sweets in general, they make him thirsty.

He notices when someone moves away.

Being honest, he is just waiting for the day to end.

He understands why they think sunsets are beautiful, him thought too when he saw how Konan admired the sky.

Pein makes sure that everyone is present as they come back.

Tobi tests his patience by refusing to return "so soon".

He understands that a rest is necessary... But for him it was just a wasted day.

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Konan

She was who gave the idea to go to the beach.

Konan likes to sunbathe, even though she's very pale.

Hoped that this day would be at least a little relaxing for Pain.

Konan would read a book in the shade while listening to the sound of the waves.

Likes to drink refreshing drinks, eat scratch cards, eat watermelon, etc.

She is enjoying the moment.

Would go into the sea to cool off a bit, but she would be quick.

Konan is very stylish, so her bikini makes her look radiant.

She really wants to play in the sand for a while.

But as we know she is shy, and ends up being embarrassed.

Didn't approve of the idea that Hidan could kill anyone who came along.

But her understand why Pein thinks it's necessary.

She loves the different shades that appear in the sky as the sun goes down.

Left the beach a little reluctantly.

She who manages to convince Tobi to leave.

Konan liked her day at the beach but wishes she had enjoyed it more.

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Sasori

He wonders why he had to come along.

Like, there's nothing for him to enjoy on the beach.

Not that he can't go into the sea, but he's a puppet, the job he'd take to get the water out of his body.

Not to mention that salt water can wear out his body.

Definitely out of the question.

The only problem is that all that sand and hot sun just reminds him more and more of his old village.

He doesn't have a problem with the heat at all, he actually likes it.

He would try to distract himself by looking for pretty rocks.

Kisame would notice and bring some for him.

He'd be so focused on this that he wouldn't realize he'd ended up walking away from the group.

He ended up getting wet when he picked up a rock too close to the sea and a wave came to meet him.

He returns to the group grumpy after that.

Sasori lies down waiting for the sun to dry him and ends up sleeping.

Hidan and Deidara bury him in the sand.

He hasn't seen the sunset and is just grumpy wanting to go back to hiding.

But he is taking the rocks he found with him.

He doesn't want to repeat the experience.

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Masterlist

[uchihaxitachi]

Itachi-san, how do you rate the ships people give you ✨

PS.. An uchiha fangirl (mainly indra 😋✨)

i have an opinion on almost all of my ships. for example: 1) itashisu: itachi x shisui -> not very feasible i detest how extroverted and charming and weird shisui is. 2) itakisa: itachi x kisame -> no. just no. i don’t like someone who looks like a fish. anyways- itachi x deidara? interesting i love how he sees me in light of a god.

[ladykissingfish]

*Konan sitting in the living room, reading*

Deidara: Um, Konan? Do you have a minute?

Konan: *sets down her book* Of course. What’s up?

Deidara: It’s, well … h-here — *hands her a little heart-shaped box*

Konan: What … *opens it and sees its full of milk chocolate truffles* It’s my favorite! But what’s this for??

Deidara: Today is Sweetest Day, hm. *timidly leans down and kisses her cheek* You are the sweetest person I’ve ever met. Thank you for always being so good to me.

Konan, tearing up: D-Dei …

*Itachi and Kisame come into the room; Itachi has a white rose and Kisame has a pink carnation*

Itachi: *hands her the flower* Thank you for all those times you sat up and kept me company when I felt too sick to sleep.

Kisame: *hands her his flower* Thank you for all the meals you make for everyone.

*Kakuzu and Hidan walk into the room*

Hidan: *hands her a small blue teddy bear* Thank you for all the times you cleaned me up and bandaged me when I came home from sacrifices, beautiful.

Kakuzu: *hands her a lavender-scented candle* Thank you for being a calming presence in all of our lives. *kisses her forehead*

*Tobi, Sasori and Zetsu come in*

Tobi: Konan-chan! Tobi made this for ya! *hands her a little cat he carved out of wood* Thanks for being Tobi’s friend!

Sasori: *hands her a small fragrant box* Zetsu found the herbs, and I fused them together with the leaves to create tea. *takes Konan’s hand and kisses it* We thank you for allowing us to feel human.

Konan, bawling: Y-y-you guys! I can’t believe this! It’s such a surprise! *gets up and starts hugging everyone* You’ve all made this the best Sweetest Day in the world! I -

*Nagato comes in*

Nagato: What’s all this? So many presents … oh. Oh my god! D-did I forget your birthday?!

Konan: Nagi, it’s not —

Nagato: I’m so sorry, my dear! *throws his arms around her* I swear I’ll make it up to you! First off, no missions for you this week, and I’m sending you on a trip to the hot springs in the mountains!

Konan: I’d love that, but I’d love it more if everyone else had the week off and could come with me …

Nagato: Done. Whatever you want, my sweet. *kisses her cheek* And I’ll think of more, my darling, don’t worry! *leaves*

Konan, to everyone else: And now it’s the best day of the entire year!