#RarepairBingo2019

[zombie-honeymoon]

They had been roommates for almost a year, had known each other since university, and Kisame had never seen Hidan sick with more than a mild cold, or a hangover. So when he walked in to find Hidan home from work early and lying on the couch, wrapped in their thickest blanket on a warm summer day, with a box of tissues next to him and used ones littering the floor, he knew something was wrong.

Walking over, he placed his hand against Hidan’s forehead and frowned, he was burning up.

“You have a fever.” “No shit. I just about passed out at work, my boss sent me home.” Hidan’s voice was hoarse and he looked miserable as he spoke.

“You drove like this?” Hidan nodded.

“You should have called me, I’d have come to get you.” He pulled his hand back, “Wait here.”

“Like I’m goin’ somewhere?” Hidan muttered just as he was sent into a violent fit of coughing. Sitting up, he reached for the water on the coffee table as Kisame made his way into their small apartment kitchen and set a kettle on the stove to make tea. He knew Hidan preferred coffee, but he was getting some tea with honey in it instead.

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@naruto-rarepair-bingo Board C - sickfic  Rated: G Warnings: None

[kalira]

Lone Cub

Written for @naruto-rarepair-bingo - filling in the spaces ‘accidental child acquisition’ on Board B & ‘sickfic’ on Board C.

M; 14.9k Sakumo/Orochimaru (Sakumo & Kakashi; Orochimaru & Kakashi)

Orochimaru finds young Hatake hunting alone deep in the woods of Hi no Kuni, and learns upon questioning him that his father is gravely ill or worse. Kakashi, convinced Orochimaru is his mother, is relieved to lead him right to their camp to offer assistance. 

I had many more plans for this event (I’ll write those plots later. . .) but here I am skating in before the deadline with my bingo-finalising piece! Because I don’t plan out very well, it took me 16 works across three boards to finally get a bingo line. XD

[naruto-rarepair-bingo]

Naruto Rarepair Bingo 2019

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Almost did not bother to post this one but here we are anyway. Last of my small fills for the @naruto-rarepair-bingo, today’s prompt: gods and goddesses. 

Pairing: IzunaTobirama Word count: 3200 Rated: T+ Summary: Promised away in an arranged marriage to the greedy king of their land, Izuna appealed to the God of Compassion, ruler of all gods, to save him from this unwanted fate. All he wanted was an escape. What he found was love and so much more.

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Transcendence

In a world of gods and beings with immense power there once lived a man of simple beginnings. Born to a family of modest wealth, Izuna wanted for very little that his elder brother did not provide. For many years he lived a happy life surrounded by comforts and he was content in his place with very few complaints. Perhaps a little arrogant, maybe sometimes a little impatient, underneath the selfishness he presented to others there lay a heart of gold that wanted only to please the brother whom he loved.

Until the day his world was rocked and his heart betrayed by an unexpected decision.

Hungry for power beyond his position, the elder of the Uchiha brothers sought friendship with the king that ruled their lands and availed himself of whatever the king asked from him in return. For a time Izuna thought little of this. Always before his brother had considered what was best for him and always he had been allowed to seek whatever path in life made him happiest. That changed on the day he was presented to the king, when the monarch of their land saw his beauty for the first time and fell madly in love with him – or so he claimed.

The king’s love was a selfish, thoughtless thing, worried only for his own desires with no care for what Izuna may want. When his attempts to capture the young man’s attention failed the king went to his older brother to whisper quietly in his ear. In exchange for Izuna’s hand in marriage he offered riches and power, jewels and soldiers, influence and a place at his side for years to come. Seeing such an easy path to all he had ever wanted, Madara accepted the king’s offer without consulting his sibling first. It was his right as the head of the house, he claimed, to determine the fate of those under his care. And unfortunately he was correct.

Unhappy with this decision, Izuna pleaded with his brother not to make him do this. The king was not a kind man, he said. The king would not treat him well but would make him unhappy. Madara did not listen.

In desperation Izuna fled to the temple of the God of Compassion, Tobirama. On his knees he prayed at the altar for many hours, confiding his worries to the ruler of the gods, begging with all his heart for Madara’s will to be turned aside. From sunup to sundown he poured out his heart but, to his devastation, received no answer. With the heaviness of fate in every step he left the temple thinking himself doomed to a life he had never wanted with no one to hear his cries of despair.

Yet there was someone who had listened, unbeknownst to him. Though he had not shown himself the God of Compassion was sworn to listen to all who prayed for his aid and he had taken heed of Izuna’s plight. He found himself confused and intrigued by the passion in the young human’s words. To have someone plead so strongly against their own marriage prospect was foreign to him, something he had yet to witness in all of the many arrangements he had blessed. So unusual was it that the god Tobirama vowed to watch over Izuna.

So it was that Tobirama watched from afar to learn what he could of this fascinating human and the situation he struggled so desperately to escape. And the longer he watched the more deeply he fell in love with this human who turned his nose up in someone’s face and then granted them favors when their back was turned. Izuna was beautiful to the others of his kind but to a god it was his soul that shined the brightest and it wasn’t long before Tobirama knew that he wanted to meet with this man. That he had to know this man who could surprise even a god with his actions. Truly Izuna must be one of a kind, surely they must be destined to meet.

He appeared before Izuna on a hot summer evening with little fanfare for Izuna was not one to be impressed by those who thought too highly of themselves.

“I am the God of Compassion,” he said, “and I have heard you words. Your plight has touched me and I have come to grant you the freedom you prayed for so fervently. Ask of me, young Izuna, and I shall grant your wishes.”

“Oh highest of gods I ask only that you free me from this unwanted marriage to a man who desires nothing more than the pleasures of my body.”

With a magnanimous nod Tobirama vowed, “As I have promised so shall I do. Tell me, Izuna of the Uchiha family, where do you wish to go.”

The question gave Izuna pause and he admitted that he had nowhere else to go but that surely anywhere must be better than to spend the rest of his days chained to a selfish and pompous king. His answer brought thoughtfulness to the supreme god’s face.

“I would not wish to see you untethered and alone in this world. Seven days from now I will ask you again where you wish to go and your answer shall be my will.”

But that was not all there was to the god’s promise. For six days Tobirama returned to visit with this human who had captured his attention and for six days they spent many hours together. Izuna wove tales of his people and the great myths of their land. In return Tobirama recounted the beginning of the world and told stories of the gods’ cavorting. So well did they get along that the seventh day arrived almost as a surprise and still Izuna had not taken a moment to think of a place he might flee to in order to escape his unwanted marriage.

And yet something had begun to grow between them as they spent their days together and as he learned more about the god who promised to solve his problems Izuna finally recognized the warmth that was blossoming under his breast. On the morning of the seventh day he went to his brother the moment he woke with his heart in his hands.

Calling upon their brotherly bond he confessed that he had fallen deeply in love with the God of Compassion himself and asked that he be unbound from the king he did not want so that he might follow the path to happiness. But his brother refused him and forbade him from ever seeing Tobirama again. Izuna could see that his brother had been blinded by the promise of riches, taken in by false promises until he forgot the things that should truly matter. Though it hurt him Izuna knew what he had to do.

When Tobirama came to him that day with a patient smile he asked the question as he had promised to; where did Izuna wish to go if he were taken away from here?

“I would stay by your side,” Izuna told him and Tobirama received him happily, both of their hearts’ desires fulfilled.

Borne by a golden chariot they fled the Uchiha estate to the place where the gods made their home. There they alighted and were together and they both were happy to have found the other half of their soul. Their union was one of partnership and equality, a give and take that spoke to many happy years ahead of them.

Yet not all were pleased. In the kingdom from whence he fled the suitor Izuna had scorned burned hot with rage and shame, filled with insult to be so callously rejected and humiliated to have been judged as less than a god. All his life had his subjects worshipped him and told him that he, their king, was like unto a god himself. To have his intended flee the rich life he offered for the hand of another left a darkness that rotted in him until he could bear it no longer. Filled with rage, he made a plan.

In secret he called his forces together and amassed a great army. The kingdom was large and his influence strong, far-reaching. Word was sent by a secret messenger to the Uchiha estate where Madara was called upon to test his loyalty. Would he support his king in this hour of need or would he break all bonds of fealty and stand by the brother who had betrayed them both? Madara's answer was swift and short. He marched for the capital the very next morning with as many strong men as he had to offer riding at his back for he too had felt spurned by Izuna’s quiet exit which cost him his path to riches and power.

When all of his forces had been gathered and the points of their swords stretched from horizon to horizon the king bade his servants to fall on their knees and pray.

“Pray to the god of compassion that he come and meet his doom. Beseech him appear and face the calamity that he hath wrought for I declare that I will wage war upon he who has stolen what is rightfully mine.”

In the home of the gods Tobirama heard the prayers of those who sent him worship, as he listened always to the words spoken to him, and in these words he found amusement. How very much the king must think of himself to challenge a god, to declare war on the heavenly host. With laughter on his lips he went to Izuna and told him what prayers had reached his ears but instead of mirth he was met with fear that he quickly tried to sooth. No mortal could hope to meet a god in battle and triumph, he assured his love.

Still Izuna’s worries were not soothed. He worried for the crops that would not grow with so many men gone to war, for the wives that wept over husbands who might never return. More than his divine lover he knew the effect that war could have on the peoples below them and this was not what he had wanted when he fled his own situation.

Izuna begged Tobirama to put a stop to this without letting it go any further and Tobirama, seeing that this was truly important to him, agreed. Moved as he was by the emotion in Izuna’s voice, how could he do less than anything his beloved asked of him? With utmost confidence in his own abilities he girded himself for war and selected the finest weapons from his holy arsenal. As he made to leave he was stopped by a gentle hand and the press of soft lips against his cheek – and surely no wine could ever taste as sweet as having the love of this man at his side.

He listened gravely to Izuna’s warnings to be careful. To remind him of his purpose Izuna tore a strip of silk from his own clothing to tie around Tobirama’s wrist as a symbol of his favor for all to see. With courage roaring like a fire in his breast Tobirama set out from the place where the gods made their home and mounted the same golden chariot with which he had carried them both to a peaceful escape not so long ago.

The battlefield stretched out before him with grave silence when he alighted upon the earth, endless miles of spears and swords standing in orderly rows before the wicked king who hid behind their might. In disgust Tobirama called upon the king to face him like a man rather than hide behind others.

In answer the king sent his champion to face Tobirama in battle – Madara of the Uchiha family, the brother spurned. And although several attempts were made with honeyed words and sincere reassurances that Izuna’s life was happy and safe now Madara was not to be soothed or deterred from his path. So strongly did he perceive some injustice done to himself in his brother’s refusal to marry for his gain that Madara was willing to throw his life away meeting swords with a god.

When it became clear that words would not spare him from this ridiculous farce Tobirama unsheathed his blade and lifted his shield. Gird in armor from a heavenly forge, armed with weapons shaped from a fallen star, it was little wonder that the battle swayed easily in his favor almost the very moment it commenced. Yet he found himself surprised by Madara's skill. Far from the pampered and lazy noble he had expected, his opponent demonstrated great skill from the first clash of their blades and it quickly became clear that they were a better match in battle than anyone could have predicted. What should have been a quick and resounding victory became a struggle for the highest of stakes.

For Tobirama had given his word when he accepted the challenge and it burned in his heart to know that if he fell in this battle it would be the end of Izuna’s freedom, that to be vanquished now would doom his beloved for the rest of his pitiless life. Such a thing could not come to pass.

And yet his arms grew tired. His parries grew weak. So long had it been since there was need for him to take up sword and shield that Tobirama found he had forgotten the rigors of war. It did not take long for Madara to sense that victory may have been closer to his grasp than many believed. His grimace of exertion became the feral grin of a creature on the hunt, a predator that senses the weakness of its prey. With a great war cry he brought all of his skill to bear and pushed forward in a relentless attack that drove the god of compassion back until his knees folded and he knelt upon the earth with both arms raised to protect himself.

Then it was that a breeze happened across the sandy plain where they had made their battlefield and lifted the scrap of silk tied about Tobirama’s pale wrist. Vibrant red woven with golden thread, an outfit he had willed in to existence to match the fiery passion of his lover’s heart.

“For Izuna,” he whispered and Madara paused in his wrath.

“For Izuna,” he murmured and the strength returned to his arms and his legs.

“For Izuna,” he declared and a fire was stoked inside him that could not be dimmed.

“For Izuna!” he roared and his purpose was made anew, the love he felt rushing through him and giving him the power to push himself back to his feet and drive Madara away.

As though the Fates themselves had blessed him Tobirama gathered his godly strength and brought all of his skill to bear until it was Madara kneeling in the dirt with a blade at his neck, begging for mercy he did not deserve. Yet Tobirama granted him mercy – of a sort.

Long was the noble Madara's hair, long enough to brush the back of his knees for all who looked upon him to see that he had yet to be defeated in battle. And firm was Tobirama’s grasp as he held the cruel brother’s hair in one hand as with the other he sheared it in one swipe of his sharp blade. Madara's horrified screams mingled with those of the evil king still hiding behind the ranks of those he had gathered to defend his selfish cause.

“Are you or are you not the God of Compassion?” Madara cried, weeping to feel the wind against his scalp as he was shaven bare for all to see his shame. “Have mercy upon me! Have compassion as you are named!” He shrank away when Tobirama drew himself up in stern reprimand.

“You mis-define the word for your own purposes. I have had compassion upon the weak and the suffering. You are neither. I grant you mercy in the form of your life, in giving you the chance to repent your sins. Pray, my most wretched brother in law, pray that someday you may understand the things that you have already lost.”

Leaving his opponent defeated and broken, Tobirama turned towards the king’s armies and bade them to part. Seeing the fire of holy purpose in his eyes, they did so, stepping aside to make him a path to the king who had brought them all together. Tobirama’s justice was swift and unyielding. Although the king made an effort to defend himself he too had fallen victim to laziness during the long years of peace and had grown accustomed to having others perform tasks in his name. Whatever skill he might have had in times gone by had long been forgotten. He fell beneath Tobirama’s blade with little fanfare and not a single voice raised in his defense. When the king lay dead before his army they looked to the god before them for instruction, the clear victor on the field and the one they most feared to displease.

Tobirama had no interest in tending to human lands or meaningless golden crowns. It was not for him to take the throne he had so easily vacated. Yet there was another who he knew deserved all the good in the world, whose heart was deep and warm enough to guide these peoples in need of a kinder leader. He returned to the home of the gods to find Izuna with his nails bitten to the quick with worry and his beloved hurried to greet him with grateful relief to see he remained unharmed. Quiet and solemn were his words as he told Izuna of all that had passed on the earth below.

“It is for you to rule them,” he told his lover. “You who were to be their Prince Consort, now you may rule over them as a kind and benevolent King, clever and quick with your heart of gold.”

He listened carefully to Izuna’s worries that this new duty would part them but this Tobirama was quick to soothe as well. Though he may have endless worshippers to tend to and Izuna may have an entire land of subjects to watch over there was nothing on the earth or in the heavens that could keep them apart for he had found happiness in their bond and it was clear to him that Izuna felt the same.

And so it was that the supreme ruler of the gods took his first spouse in a human who deserved compassion as only he could give. The ignoble Madara returned to his estate alone and well-chastened where he would in later years reach out again to the brother he had treated so poorly. Far and wide across the conquered land the peoples agreed that peace and prosperity both had increased under Izuna’s ruling guidance. The land was quiet and happy and all was well.

Thus is the legend of Tobirama who answered the prayer of one in need and in return found an answer to prayers of his own.

[something-like-air]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uzumaki Mito Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Mito, Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: background hashimada, implied one-sided HashiMito, Arranged Marriage, Rarepair Bingo, and by implied i mean.... very VERY lightly implied, tobirama is somehow a lot more into this than mito is, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Series: Part 3 of RarePair Bingo 2019 Summary:

"He asks if Konoha is to her liking, if it is a change that is manageable for her, and Mito answers in the affirmative. She says nothing more, her words bound to her as if with one of her seals.

Tobirama’s fuuinjutsu prowess may not equal hers, but he understands equally well the need to select words carefully, to use them sparingly, and so he does not press her."

@naruto-rarepair-bingo !

[ubeetlebum]

Tobidei / Obidei

Rated G

For @naruto-rarepair-bingo Board B: Missing nin/akatsuki

Basically just fluff and angst

Summary: Deidara tucks his hair behind his ear, brings the bottle to his lips and takes a long gulp. Obito just stares. It's pointless to argue now whether feeling something for him is right or not. He doesn't care anymore, he just wants Deidara to stay. With him. To the end.

[crystallized-shadow]

Rating: Teen Pairing: Hashirama/Madara/Tobirama Word Count: 1373 Warnings: Past child abuse, hurt/comfort Summary:  Hashirama and Tobirama finally learn why Madara never takes off his gloves.

For @naruto-rarepair-bingo Board A: h/c

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Uchiha were strange creatures to the Senju, that much isn’t new, and even all the years spent both at war and during peace hadn’t changed that. To Hashirama and Tobirama, the strangest one of them all was Madara; the Uchiha clan head had more ticks than a stray cat. The two brothers would often spend their free time coming up with crazy reasons for each odd quirk of Madara’s. Their favorite one to guess at was Madara’s refusal to ever remove his gloves, Hashirama hadn’t seen his bare hands since they were children. Hashirama’s theories were often childish, maybe Madara had really ugly fingernails, while Tobirama’s were often darker, perhaps the Uchiha was hiding a missing a finger and was too vain to let anyone know. The Senju brothers had tried unsuccessfully to ask Izuna, apparently Madara had picked up the habit shortly after the incident by the river and had never shared his reasoning.

It wasn’t until after the brothers had finally convinced the stubborn Uchiha to move in with them that they learned his reasoning. Even as the more realistic of the two, Tobirama is caught off guard by the story behind such an innocent article of clothing. The night in question had started out simple enough, it was Madara’s turn to cook dinner and Tobirama was forcing Hashirama to finish up the paperwork he’d tried to hide under his desk at the end of the day. None of them liked to bring work home, they rarely got a break from their duties, but this stuff was important and Hashirama really needed to learn better time management anyway.

“Fuck!” The snarled curse breaks Tobirama’s concentration and he’s in the kitchen before he even realizes he’s moving, Hashirama a few short seconds behind him.

“Madara?” Tobirama mutters, eyes following the blood trail to the sink, “what happened?”

“Hand slipped,” Madara grumbles, not bothering to turn around and look at either man, “I’m fine just go back to bossing Hashbrown around.”

“Madara!” Hashirama whines, hating when the two team up on him, “are you sure you’re okay? That seems like a lot of blood.”

“Let me see,” Tobirama insists, moving to Madara’s side as he ignores his brother’s whining. He gently grabs the Uchiha’s wrist as Hashirama moves to the other side so Madara can’t make a run for it.

“I’m fine!” The snapped words are ignored as Tobirama pulls the injured hand closer so he can inspect it. Unfortunately, the glove prevents Tobirama from actually seeing the wound and he yanks it off despite his partner’s protests. It’s only the sight the severely discolored skin that makes everyone pause.

“Madara…?”

Madara remains silent, his head ducked enough for his hair to block his face from view. Taking a moment to get past the shock, Tobirama frowns as he looks closer at the damage, taking in the faint tremor of the other’s hand as he does.

“These look like burns,” Tobirama mutters, making sure to keep his tone even and non-judgmental, “training accidents?”

It takes the Uchiha a long moment, but when he finally meets Tobirama’s eyes, the Senju knows these scars were no accidents. “Like most of my clan, I've always had a knack for fire,” Madara mumbles, his voice smaller than either Senju has ever heard it, “but I wasn’t an accident-prone child.”

“So, if they weren’t accidents…?” Hashirama questions, finally finding his voice again now that he desperately needs to know the truth. The fact that it’s also way past time Madara actually talked about the trauma is just a bonus for the elder Senju. The Uchiha doesn’t fight as Hashirama gently heals the relatively minor cut and leads him to the couch. Hashirama presses himself against Tobirama’s side as the younger Senju pulls Madara down so he’s seated in both their laps.

“I got in trouble a lot as a kid,” Madara admits as he settles more comfortably against his partners’ chests, “I thought the war was stupid and I was pretty vocal about it when Tajima forced Izuna to start fighting. Befriending a Senju was the last straw for my father, he cracked down on me and his punishments were severe.” Madara trails off as he stares at his hands. “Tajima used various methods to burn my hands before he’d make practice hand signs, beating me with his belt for each one I got wrong.”

“Those scars on your back?” Tobirama mutters and Madara nods with a frown.

“Depending on the method Tajima used, there were times I couldn’t move my fingers at all,” Madara admits, his gaze a million miles away as he speaks, “when that happened, he’d just beat me into unconsciousness. I took to wearing gloves because Izuna freaked out the first time he saw my hands.”

“How often did this happen?” Hashirama demands, his tone dark in a way that should scare Madara, but he’s too detached to feel much of anything at the moment.

“Couple times a week, unless I really pissed Tajima off, then it might happen every day,” the Uchiha states neutrally and Tobirama calms enough to realize Madara is zoning out. Drawing his brother’s attention, both Senju loosely wrapping an arm around Madara’s waist, resting their chins on the shoulder closest to them. They wanted Madara to know he’s not alone without startling him. “Right after that day at the river was the worst.”

“What happened?”

“He held my hands in the fire until my skin was blistered and bleeding, then he doused me in boiling water.” Madara lapses into silence for several long moments before he sighs and places his hands over the arms around him. “The clan healer was forbidden from helping me; he did the second Tajima was gone, but even he couldn’t do much. My hands hadn’t even healed before he shoved them in a pot of boiling water.”

“How can you even still use them?” Tobirama asks, shifting so he can gently cradle his Uchiha’s hands, “with all that damage the nerves should be dead.”

“It would be easier if they were dead,” Madara mutters with a frown, “a dead nerve can’t transfer pain. Depending on the day I have very little to no feeling in my hands, and on the days I can feel anything, the nerves just register pain.”

“I know how to heal nerves,” Hashirama points out as he places a chaste kiss on Madara’s cheek, “why haven’t you ever told me so I could help you?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Madara glances over his shoulder to glare at his hashbrown, “why would I want you to know I’m damaged?”

“You’re not damaged!”

“At least not anymore damaged than the rest of us,” Tobirama chuckles, his dark humor get the quickest twitch of a smile from the Uchiha, “seriously though, you should let Anija look at them; the longer the nerves are damaged the harder they are to heal.”

“I appreciate your concern, honestly I do, but I’m fine,” Madara insists, turning around into their laps so he can pull Tobirama into a kiss, “really, I am.”

Instantly knowing what his partner is doing, Tobirama pulls back and glares at him. “Madara you are constantly in pain; you are not fine.”

“It’s no one’s business besides my own,” Madara growls, glaring right back, “I hadn’t planned on you two finding out!”

“Do you think we like knowing you’re in pain?” Hashirama mutters, his eyes watering like someone just kicked his favorite puppy, “you are precious to us, I don’t like knowing you’re hurt.”

“Hashi….” Madara mumbles, anger deflating and leaving him feeling hollow. “I...I’m sorry…”

“This isn’t your fault Madara,” Tobirama says firmly, grasping Madara’s chin and forcing eye contact between the two because he needs Madara to understand this, “don’t you ever think for a second that needing to ask for help so you can live pain free is a weakness.”

Madara is silent for a long moment before he smiles shyly. “Tell you what, let me get drunk and then Hashirama can look at my hands; I refuse to deal with his inevitable blubbering while sober.”

“When you put it like that,” Tobirama chuckles, “I’m going to need a drink too.”

“Hey!” Hashirama huffs, “I’m not that bad!”

[toughluckbuddy]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Kagami Characters: Uchiha Kagami, Senju Tobirama, Shimura Danzou, Sarutobi Hiruzen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Survival, Blink-and-you-miss-it sex scene Summary: Tobirama wiped his forehead with a sigh of defeat. “I don’t think the Jeep will start again.”

@naruto-rarepair-bingo for the prompts post-apocalypse/distopian (board A), Tobirama (board B) and Kagami (board C)

[cherryblossomshadow]

I don't need a medic (but my dog does)

Universe/Fandom: Naruto Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Hana Inuzuka

Rating: crack pairing, pining, etc.

A/N: So this plot bunny attacked me in the middle of the night, and I mean ... how could I not write it?  I’m not sure if it makes sense, and I feel kinda bad for putting Kakashi through this but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.  So, a couple notes - Kakashi was around 26 in part I and Hana was 18-ish, so there’s an eight-year age difference, but this is set five or ten years after part I.  Sasuke didn’t leave, so no major angst there.  Kakashi’s just ... back to the grind.  Missing his teammates, particularly Rin Nohara.  In this fic, she was an Inuzuka (or Inuzuka-adjacent), possibly related to Hana.  

@naruto-rarepair-bingo Board B - Injured & Board C - pets

Now that his cute little genin™ were now Chunin, he was back to the deadly A-ranks again.  For a former ANBU, of course, that was no sweat.  His life was never actually in danger (that's a lie, it was always always in danger, but at least it was always well within his capabilities for now), but that didn't stop him from risking injury to ensure success.  Repeatedly.  

Right now, he faced those infuriating Mist ninja and their precious Kirigakure jutsu (every single one of those bastards mocked "What good is your precious Sharingan now?" 🙄).  In the interest of speed (and apathy), he took advantage of the gift given to him from Rin.  Her last gift.  

A/N: So, yeah, I also snuck in some Iruka x Hana in, too.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  What can I say?  Iruka deserves love, too.  I have this idea of a complicated love polygon involving Anko as well, but that may never exist anywhere except my mind.  

He swiped a hand through the blood on his chest and summoned the ninken.  

"What d'ya need, boss?" Pakkun asked in an all-business tone, perched above Rin's other former ninken.  It had been tricky for the dogs to become accustomed to Kakashi.  Now, though, it was with experience that Kakashi commanded them.  He directed them to find the Mist nins that he has marked with his scent.  They did so immediately, hounding them as Kakashi put his tracking skills to use.  

"Good work," Kakashi huffed, having cleared his objective.  He wondered if he was slipping; that should have been a quick, bloodless encounter.  

"You know, there's a better way to mark your opponents," Pakkun drawled, eyeing at the long line of blood across Kakashi's body.  "Have you tried peeing on them?"

"I confess, I have not." Kakashi whipped out some cloth to bind his wounds.  "Wait, where's Bull?"

"Aroo~"  The pack took up a howl, leading Kakashi to the clearly wounded dog.  "Oh, Bull," Kakashi knelt next to the big bulldog.  "Are you alright?"

Bull keened long and low, unable to form a response.  Kakashi bundled the dog up in his flak jacket and rushed Bull back to Konoha, heading straight for the vet clinic.  Unfortunately, it was the middle of the night and the clinic was closed.  Kakashi cursed then swept a hand through the blood of a reopened wound.  He wove the signs for the Summoning Jutsu again, this time only summoning Pakkun.  "Can you track the veteranarian's scent to his home?"

Pakkun took off with a yip and led Kakashi to a small apartment not too far away.  He rapped on the door, calling through the wood, "Please, I'm sorry to bother you but my ninken-"

The door opened to reveal a young Inuzuka.  A girl.  

Rin, his traitorous mind whispered.  For a second he could see his teammate's face overlaying that of the girl in front of him.  He shook himself.  No, of course not.  This is Inuzuka Hana.

Her eyes were sharp, though edged with sleep dust.  They quickly took in his appearance and that of the dog's cradled in his arms.  "Come in," she ordered.  

She directed him to lay the dog on her table and she disappeared into another room.  She returned quickly with supplies and set about stitching Bull up and calming the nervous animal in her foyer.  Kakashi, that is.  

"He'll be fine," she assured him, after caring for the dog.  She had bandaged him up and swaddled him on blankets on her table, and she now petted him softly.  "I've sewn up the wound, and it'll heal in matter of days.  You, however," she turned a critical eye on the injured human.  He moved cautiously trying not to bleed all over her floor.  "You definitely need a hospital."

"No." The argument left his lips before he could even think about it.  

"I didn't say want; I said need," she said with the patience of working with dogs for patients.  "And you need to be sewn up."

"I don't do hospitals."

She sighed, "Well, do you know any medical ninja who are willing to stitch you up in the middle of the night?"

"Well, I-" but he stopped, because Sakura's out on a mission.  

"Mhmm," she nodded.  "Go to the hospital."

"No."

"This dog will not calm down until he knows that you've been cared for, too.  It is important for their emotional health," she crossed her arms.  

"Then why don't you do it?" He asked petulantly.  "You're a medic."

Her mouth dropped.  "I'm an animal medic.  The medicine I practice isn't the same as for humans."

"Well, it's good enough," he answered decisively.  "Please?"

Hana sighed again, but she consented to take a look at the long gash before it bled into her carpet.  She cleaned it up and bandaged him as quickly as she was able to.  She repeatedly told him to get himself to that medic nin he knows for a better suture.  

He didn't.  

It wasn't two months later, that he showed up at her door again with another downed dog.  After a while, he just bypassed the clinic altogether and went directly to her apartment.  She stitched up his dogs, sometimes him, and always bugged him to go to "a real medic."

"Don't sell yourself short, Hana," he protested one day.  "You're a miracle worker for these dogs."  She blushed and stammered a half-hearted response but didn't bring it up again.  

It wasn't until one day, returning home from a mission, that he realized the depth of his attachment.  His feet led him to her door even though he was distinctly dogless and woundless.  He stopped himself before he raised a hand to knock and berated himself on his abnormal behavior.  

It's just because she reminds me of Rin, he told himself even though that was far from true.  He had stopped comparing her to Rin after the first visit.  

The light clicked on and he just barely had enough time to get out of sight before the door opened.  A dark figure stepped out of the door, but it wasn't Hana.  It was that scar-nosed chunin that felt so protectively of Naruto.  He bowed and went on his way, oblivious to their observer.  

Kakashi watched Hana watch Iruka disappear into the night.  He waited her to disappear into her apartment so he could leave.  But to his surprise Hana also stepped out of her apartment and looked straight at him.  "I can smell you," she announced.  

Oh.  When he had reflexively suppressed his presence, he didn't account for the splattered enemy blood.  

"Just you, this time?" She asked, noting the absence of dogs.  She began to go back inside for her needle and thread, but he stopped her.  

"No, it's not my blood.  I was just in the neighborhood," he lied.  "I was just leaving actually.  Hope you had a nice night."

"Oh," she blinked.  "Thanks.  I did."  She blushed slightly and looked away.  In the direction Iruka had left, Kakashi noted.  

"Well, I'll let you sleep then," he said roughly.  "Sorry to disturb you."

He turned on his heel and sped away, springing over the rooftops, he berated himself.  He had never thought he would ever feel that way again ... And he was surprised by who he felt for.  Well, no matter, he sighed forlornly.  She's got someone better.  He deserves her.  He remembered all the times the Chunin had stood up for Naruto, even when no one else would.  Yes, he deserves her, he thought wretchedly, pledging to think no more about it.  

"I guess I've actually got something to talk to you about this time, Obito."

[zombie-honeymoon]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Relationships: Hidan/Kakuzu (Naruto) Characters: Hidan (Naruto), Kakuzu (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino Summary: Hidan attempts to hitch a ride into town after backpacking for two and a half weeks. No one wants to offer him a ride until Kakuzu, against his better judgement, lets Hidan into his truck. He hopes to make some money off Hidan while Hidan is hoping to get a ride all the way home for free. Things don't go as planned for either of them.

 Written for @naruto-rarepair-bingo

Board B- Weather and Board C- Only One Bed

[kalira]

Arrangements and Abandonments

Written for @foundersweek2019 - Day 2: Soulmates

Also for @naruto-rarepair-bingo - arranged marriage, Board B & fate/soulmates, Board C

T; 1.6k Hashirama/Mito, Hashirama & Tobirama

Mito has found herself growing surprisingly fond of her prospective husband as their families settle on the details of the arrangement to bring them together. There is one . . . final concern to be sure of, however; one underlined by the painful reminder etched on her skin by fate.

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Thank you everyone! I’m sorry for the technical issues with the masterlist. I hope everyone enjoyed the bingo!

[raendown]

First story for the @naruto-rarepair-bingo. Today’s prompt: body swap!

Pairing: HashiramaMito Word count: 3742 Rated: T+ Summary: When one of his brother's half-finished experiments switches Hashirama in to his wife's body and her in to his, only Tobirama can help them both get back in to the right skin. Or he would if they could figure out where in the village he's disappeared to.

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A Mile In Your Shoes

“Oh. That doesn’t feel quite like I thought it would.” Hashirama stared down at his chest with both eyebrows raised and tried to figure out if he had enjoyed that sensation or not. For scientific purposes – brother would be so proud – he swatted at the heavy breast once more and watched the silk covered flesh jiggle.

“Husband,” Mito’s warning voice sounded a lot less terrifying when it was delivered in his own deep voice. When he looked up he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Was that what he looked like when he was trying to intimidate people? He supposed he understood now why some people had such a hard time taking him seriously.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I was just curious. The noises you make- I thought it would feel…nicer?”

“Can we discuss our bedroom activities another time? We need to figure out what happened. And how to reverse it. As much as I love your body I am not interested in keeping it as my own.”

His wife narrowed his own eyes at him and Hashirama bit his lip again.

At least this whole debacle was not his fault – for once. No, this time it had been his wife that picked up an innocuous looking sheet of paper only to have it ignite with a burst of chakra and before either of them could react they both found their consciousness shoved in to another body that was not their own. When they eventually found their way back to normal he was absolutely going to tease her for this. No retribution she might think up could possibly sway him from the opportunity to hang it over her head that she had been the purveyor of chaos for once, not him. It was simply too good to pass up.

For now though he could agree to focus on finding their way out of this situation. The whole reason they had entered Tobirama’s home in the first place was to find him and since it was his day off this seemed as good a place as any to start looking. Neither of them could have been expected to guess that the papers so messily strewn across the kotatsu would be so dangerous. Or active. Apparently he was not home, however, or else he most certainly would have come running out of whatever corner he had buried himself in to chastise them for touching his things again.

Hashirama wasn’t entirely sure why Mito insisted that no one should know of their predicament. If this body was good enough for her then it was good enough for him, he was far from ashamed to borrow it and he had already mentally sworn not to damage it. But if it made his beloved wife more comfortable then surely it wouldn’t cause too much trouble for them to conceal this odd little adventure from anyone outside of themselves and the one man who might help them fix it.

Of course, those were the intentions they headed out with when they stepped outside the house and headed for the next first place they thought Tobirama might be. Problems cropped up immediately when Mito turned her head and looked down at Hashirama waddling around in her own body.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “You’re making me look like a duck with three left feet. Walk properly!”

“But this is how I always walk!” Hashirama paused and looked down at himself in confusion.

“Have a little dignity. My walk is much more proper. The way you walk is fine for a man but right now you are not a man. Try to step more lightly, shorten your stride, and for the love of the sea please straighten my shoulders.” The pained look in his own eyes encouraged Hashirama to at least try to follow her directions.

After pausing to take stock of the body he was currently inhabiting and stepping out to try again he sighed, his voice coming out as a low whine he had never heard from her tone before. “This is hard.”

“Well of course it is,” Mito replied in a tone much more patient now that she could see he was trying. “Women carry their center of balance much differently than men.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“It’s the hips. You don’t have to worry about pushing anything out from between your hips.”

“Ah.” Hashirama dropped the subject with a shudder. Childbirth was natural and beautiful – but only when it was happening to someone else and he didn’t have to imagine it happening to himself. The possibility seemed all too realistic while he was trapped in this body and he really didn’t want to think about that.

It took a while but eventually Mito was able to coach him in to at least a passable approximation of her graceful walk. Taking such tiny steps was actually quite frustrating and it gave him the impression that he wasn’t getting anywhere but it made her feel better so he soldiered on like a good husband and tottered down the street while they worked on the next challenge: apparently he smiled too much. And conversely she didn’t smile enough.

Seeing his own smile and knowing that underneath it Mito was fairly burning with embarrassment to act so ‘frivolous and whimsical’ made it very difficult to keep his own expression calm and poised as she would have were they each wearing their own skin. Hashirama was wary of biting his tongue since it was actually her tongue and he didn’t want her to be sore when they switched back but he didn’t know what else to do. Clenching his fists would only make it look like his wife was angry and on the war path again. He didn’t want to frighten any of the innocent citizens passing them by.

When they arrived at the Tower only to have a passing file clerk inform them that Tobirama hadn’t been seen all day Hashirama looked over to see one of his own eyes twitching in a way that looked less threatening on him and more like he was battling a loose eyelash. Before his wife could show the world what it looked like when “Senju Hashirama” lost his temper he laid a hand on her arm and cleared his throat, preparing to do the best impression work of his life.

“Thank you Tora-kun. Should you happen to see him please ask him to find us. Good day.” Whether or not he did a good job at imitating Mito’s poise – and he thought he did fairly well – it was best to make their exit before anything else could be said.

“Of course Mito-sama, Hokage-sama.” The clerk bowed to each of them and respectfully stepped away to pass the word on.

Hashirama steered his wife away as she so often did for him, one gentle hand on his own arm and the other trying to form that stately wave he always saw her do. A few murmured words served as a proper farewell, although he winced when he remembered that Mito never mumbled, but they were back outside a few moments later and from the distracted look on the face beside him he was fairly sure his wife hadn’t even noticed that part. Strange, considering she usually noticed everything.

Blinking around himself as they walked along to the next place on the metaphorical list, Hashirama made a point of really looking for the first time.

“Wow,” he breathed. “I never realized…” Mito paused the incoming temper tantrum in favor of curiosity.

“Never realized what?”

“You can see so much better than I can. Everything is in so much detail from so far away! I…never realized that my eyes were getting so bad. Do you think I should start wearing glasses?” He looked up at her with a pout that cleared when he saw her frowning at his lips.

Once he had shuffled his face around in to a more proper expression Mito hummed thoughtfully. “I think glasses would suit you very well. Now that you mention it, however, I believe you are correct. I can usually read the market signs from here. Do not say a thing about this to your brother when we see him, not until after we have been returned to ourselves. This has gone on long enough already and I refuse to be trapped in this form for any longer than necessary by a beast who thinks only of his experiments.”

“Tobi isn’t a beast,” Hashirama protested mildly.

“And do not call him Tobi while you wear my lips.”

It was a close call but Hashirama managed not to break out in to a fit of giggles. He could only imagine the revenge she would seek if he did something so unsightly in her body while they were still in the public eye. When they set off towards the training fields he had to remind himself to step lightly and not lumber along as he usually would.

Thankfully the paths to the training fields were empty but when they arrived Tobirama did not appear to be using any of them. Both of them were slowly running out of places to look. After making sure he wasn’t bothering the gate guards again and peeking in on Touka there really wasn’t anywhere else obvious to look except his laboratory – which, to be fair, should have been the first place they checked. Yet that too yielded no results. Once they made sure that the building was sealed behind them to prevent any dangerous accidents Hashirama crossed his arms with a befuddled look.

“Has he disappeared in to thin air?” he wondered out loud. The possibility was one that used to wake him from recurring nightmares when Tobirama first revealed his work on the hiraishin. Sometimes it still did.

“Of course not,” Mito replied waspishly. He didn’t like his own voice when it was angry, he decided. “He has to be somewhere. Where else can we look? Somewhere that we wouldn’t expect him to be.”

“Maybe he took his students out to eat somewhere? He does that sometimes, I think.”

“Husband, you are a genius.” Mito turned to him with shining eyes that certainly did not suit her but he let that go by without comment and reveled in her praise. It wasn’t often someone called him a genius. He wasn’t stupid by any means but it was hard to shine brighter than Tobirama in the mental arts, harder still since the Nara had joined the village.

Together they turned back towards the village center. By the time they had marched up and down to peek their noses in to what felt like every restaurant in the whole country Hashirama was pretty sure he would be walking like this for the rest of his life, steps tiny and shoulders straight, expression demure for fear of one eyebrow out of place angering the man-trapped-woman at his side. At least watching Mito force herself to relax enough to lumber along like he usually did was enough entertainment to keep his mind away from how badly his feet hurt. How did she stand walking in these terrible shoes?

“I don’t get it. He has to be somewhere!” Ironically they had run in to Tobirama’s students eventually but he hadn’t been with them. None of them had seen him all day.

“Perhaps there is someone else we can ask,” Mito’s suggestion had Hashirama perking up with excitement only to force himself back down from where he’d been about to leap in to the air with a whoop of excitement.

“That’s it! Madara was supposed to be working on the rotation schedules with him for the new ANBU recruits. Maybe Tobi said something to him!”

Mito didn’t seem to enjoy his idea judging by the look of extreme apathy he could see stamped all over his own face. Which was weird. He was pretty sure he’d never look so unenthused by anything before in his life but hopefully he would never have to see it again. If the gods were inclined to smile on him then Madara would have at least some inkling of where they could go looking for his missing brother and solve this out of body experience.

Luckily his wife did not try to stop him, willing by now to try almost anything if it would get them both back to the skins they were supposed to be occupying. Hashirama led them both away from the marketplace towards the Uchiha district. When they arrived she insisted on walking ahead of him while he murmured directions in her ear since it would look strange to any onlookers if their clan head’s best friend needed his wife to show him the way. Hashirama agreed that such an anomaly would make it obvious something was off, although he was still of the private opinion that it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world for other people to know what was happening. It wasn’t like they were the first people to ever get caught up in the mad consequences of his brother’s experiments.

When they arrived Hashirama looked up and down the street to make sure no one was watching before barging right in without knocking. Madara was his best friend; he hadn’t knocked on the other man’s door since the village was built and they’d finally had a chance to pick up where they left off at the river so long ago.

Unfortunately it seemed like he might have to rethink this particular habit.

Neither Madara nor Tobirama seemed able to do more than stare at him in shocked horror – which was fine since Hashirama wasn’t able to do more than the same. He was having a difficult time processing the sight of them with half their clothes removed and their limbs so tangled it was hard to tell what belonged to who. Oddly, Tobirama seemed more inclined to stare at Mito than him. For some reason that incensed him.

“What in chakra’s name is going on here!?” he demanded.

“The hell’s it look like, witch?” Madara turned to sneer at him and Hashirama gasped.

“Don’t you sneer at me, young man! Unhand my brother!”

That certainly caught the man’s attention. Madara recoiled in confusion. “Your brother? This is his brother!”

“And that’s me!” Hashirama shouted with a stamp of his foot. “So keep your paws to yourself! How dare you sneak around behind my back like this?!”

In his anger he missed the way Tobirama’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he straightened, uncaring for the swathes of pale skin exposed by his open clothing. When he spoke his voice was low and warning and still Hashirama was too distracted to notice. “Brother. Mito. Have you been playing in my things again?”

“Maybe you should keep your house clean,” he huffed. “All she did was touch one paper and poof!”

“You’re the she,” Madara pointed out, visibly even more confused.

“No I’m the he! He’s the she! Or the…that’s not me! I’m me! UGH, Tobi can you please just fix this? I’m tired of having breasts, they’re heavy!”

A yelp escaped him when Tobirama stood up completely, both hands coming up to cover his eyes and prevent him from seeing things he really didn’t need to see. When he peeked through his fingers Madara was looking back and forth between the oddly animated body of Mito and the worryingly quiet body of Hashirama, confused and suspicious but clearly not having reached the ultimate conclusion yet. Tobirama cleared the matter up rather nicely by striding across the room to crash his first down on ‘Mito’s’ head.

“What is wrong with you? How many times must I tell you not to touch anything of mine if you don’t know what it is?”

“It wasn’t me!” Hashirama protested.

Tobirama snorted with disbelief – well-earned but unfair considering this time it was the truth – then stormed out of the room only to come back a moment later with ink and paper. “I’ll reverse this only because I can’t be bothered to deal with it any more than I have to but both of you are getting removed from my wards, damn it. That seal was experimental! It wasn’t finished! You’re lucky I don’t make you stay this way so I can run tests on the results!”

Shuddering with horror at the very thought, Hashirama did his best not to squirm as they all waited for Tobirama to draw out the seal that would send everyone back in to the body they were meant to occupy. Mito helped by sending him sharp looks each time he began to fiddle with her perfectly manicured nails – which, he discovered as he fiddled when she wasn’t looking, were fake. If they had a moment after this was over he very much hoped he remembered to ask what they were made out of. If he had fake nails then he could chew his real ones without Tobirama badgering him about looking professional.

“Alright, this should do.” At last his brother stood up to blow gently on the paper he had covered in ink. “I want you to pay very close attention to how it feels to revert back because I’m going to need you to describe it to me in detail.”

“What if it hurts?” Hashirama pouted.

“I certainly hope so,” Tobirama said callously.

With no further ado he tossed the seal down on the table and waved for both of them to touch it. Hashirama made sure to send him the most betrayed expression he could muster up when he still wasn’t wearing his own face, uncertain how well it worked. Mito wasn’t exactly used to people doing anything other than precisely what she wanted them to.

For almost a full second after he touched the seal Hashirama thought perhaps it had been drawn incorrectly since nothing seemed to be happening – and then something happened. It felt like being physically pulled out of his own body inch by inch and stuffed back in to another that at least fit better. Having experienced this same feeling earlier Hashirama turned to make sure his wife was okay as soon as he was able to figure out how to communicate with his hands again.

It felt incredible to be back in the right shape, to see the world from the right height and look down instead of up when he spoke to people. Mito was obviously used to it so it wasn’t that it hurt his neck or anything but it certainly had been annoying. He did briefly mourn the lack of clarity in the world, though. A visit to the optometrist was certainly due soon.

“That feels…much better,” Mito said quietly. Hashirama nodded in agreement.

“You know I love every part of you, my dear, but I prefer not to be a part of it all myself. Experiencing you from the outside is quite enough.” He chuckled easily, though the sound faded off in to a squeak when he saw the expression on his brother’s face. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“Am I smiling? Tobirama asked.

“Well, no, I suppose not. You’re just…showing me your teeth. It’s really creepy and you look like an animal about to go hunt its prey and I don’t like it.”

His worry increased as that feral expression grew wider until his brother told him very softly, “Run.”

Snatching his wife by the hand, Hashirama did just that. It was a joy to be able to run with his own legs – although he did not appreciate the way his feet seemed determined to take smaller steps and his brain kept reminding him to have a little dignity. What good would dignity do him if Tobirama caught up to them and exacted revenge for what he clearly saw as a terrible violation of privacy? It wasn’t like they had meant to do anything to his precious research!

Only when they had fled nearly halfway across the village did Mito finally pull him to a stop, windswept and visibly disgruntled by it. Hashirama cringed and frantically tried to help straighten her hair.

“Stop. Have you failed to notice that we are not being pursued?”

“Eh? Oh, I suppose we’re not. That’s weird. Well why did he tell us to run then?” Mito lifted one eyebrow as though he were supposed to be making some sort of connection. “I don’t get it. What? Stop looking at me like that!”

“When was the last time he fixed a problem that you created with so little fuss without at least letting you suffer for a little while first?”

That eyebrow stayed up and Hashirama pursed his lips. He could practically feel it judging him for not picking up on what she was trying to say fast enough. And then finally the pieces clicked. “Oh. Oooh. Ew! He just wanted us gone so he and Madara could go back to – no! That isn’t allowed!” He spun on his heel with every intention of marching back towards the Uchiha district but Mito caught him by the collar and pulled him up short.

“Do you really want to walk in on that twice?” she asked.

“Ah. You’re right.” His arms crossed petulantly. “That’s all I’m going to be able to think about now.”

Mito finally lowered her judgmental eyebrow and pressed close to him, pulling him further along the deserted path they had been fleeing down before they stopped. “I’m sure I can find something else to occupy your thoughts.”

“Oh?”

“I noticed several parts of you that were deliciously sensitive when I was trapped in there and I would very much like to take advantage of that knowledge.” Her words were casual but the salacious wink afterwards, the vixen side of her only he ever got to see, that was all he needed to cast all other thoughts out of his mind in favor of what she offered.

“Darling, you can take advantage of me anytime,” he said.

His wife gave him a wicked look, traipsing away up the path, and Hashirama scrambled to follow after. Of course the possibilities occurred to him only now when it was too late. Scurrying after Mito, he wondered if Tobirama would be willing to show him how that seal worked whenever he managed to perfect it.

Doing a few experiments of his own suddenly sounded like a great deal of fun.

[an-actual-ocean]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Senju Touka/Uzumaki Mito Characters: Senju Touka, Uzumaki Mito Additional Tags: Naruto Rare Pair Bingo 2019, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Cults Series: Part 3 of I Attempt to Write Romance Summary:

“Mito,” Touka slams open the door, “I accidentally started a cult and I need you help.”

Posted for the gods and goddesses space for Naruto rare pair bingo

@naruto-rarepair-bingo 

Board a: gods and goddesses

[kin-s-art]

"Can't you stay...just...just a little longer?"

"..."

"Please?"

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Minato Namikaze/Itachi Uchiha

Here, have some angst in rusty lines.

So I have literally no idea how but this ship crept into my mind yesterday night and...well, I just couldn't not draw anything. I even have a somewhat plausible story how elve!minato and itachi would meet and what would happen leading to this scene and all...but unfortunately I don't have time to write that out...maybe sometime in the future though.

magical realism (board a) for @naruto-rarepair-bingo

[sojalecithin]

Kakashi/Konan 16+

In Konoha nobody understood Kakashi’s passion for Icha Icha. One day he finally finds someone who loves the series as much as he does - Konan. He leaves the village for her and they live happily ever after.

Akatsuki do not dare to say anything against Kakashi living at their headquarters. They are actually pretty happy Konan is finally content and stopped torturing them.

Deadpool - international woman's day- reference

@naruto-rarepair-bingo for the prompts missing nin/akatsuki on board b and Konan  on board c