#Sasori x oc

[akamikazae]

Christmas Gift for @moonamayillu 🪭

[rinisasaki]

Anime vs Edited

Chiyo was around ~40-45 when Sasori was 5. So I wanted her to draw her more age appropriate!

Sasoris poor parents just didnt look that good so I wanted to give them a glow up. 🫶

[immoralimmortals]

A Song With Ten Names

Chapter 48: Puppet Loosely Strung (3)

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Chapter Summary: Petty revenge feels really good…until it doesn't.

Author's Note:

I'm evil so there's three songs to keep track of this time. The chapter title and breaks are provided by Puppet Loosely Strung by The Corespondents. The song sung within the chapter is Victoria by Jukebox the Ghost. The song played prior to Victoria, though without lyrics it could technically be anything, is imagined by me to be Ailments by autumn keys.

Additional note: idk why some underlining works and some doesn't, I can't easily edit it to be one or the other on tumblr

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Let me put myself in your shoes

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“I suppose it’d be apt for me to provide an apology.”

Leader-sama has placed himself in the entry of the attic, not even bothering to close the hatch. Is that part of it? Is humiliation intended as an aspect of this punishment? It certainly won’t be a substitution for it, Sasori finds. It’s more like being backhanded after getting a palm-forward slap.

“The delay was unintentional,” he continues, voice too loud for the space they’re in. It should be noted that those ringed eyes are the same; Sasori has always wondered if it was some sort of front Pain put on, pretending to be the holder of the mystical Rinnegan. But no. It’s here, staring him down like he’s a dog on the street. How asinine. The redhead ensures his face holds no expression, lest the Akatsuki leader gets some sort of vindication from it.

“You must understand the reasoning for my decision…” He’s fishing for a reaction. “...Don’t you?”

…

Sasori doesn’t give it to him; a poker face remains. He will not object, and nor will he embarrass himself trying to when it’s going to happen anyways. Unlike someone else— very cause of all this, in fact—...he isn’t a child about it when people do mean things.

“Then you are dismissed,” Pain says, as if he didn’t barge into his space, uninvited. “I expect results promptly to make up for the risks you’ve so recklessly taken.”

A hop down the hole, then the taps of feet...and the self righteous head of the Akatsuki is gone. Despite himself, despite a stated lack of need for such physical actions...Sasori’s eyes narrow, still focusing on the wall behind where Pain stood.

Images pasted there reflect in his cold eyes.

There’s her face. Amid the bits and bobs and mechanical necessities for his art, a collage of his subject. Swift strokes of ink capturing the shape of her chin, the bend in her knees, the flow of her hair, across different pieces of paper. It is somehow both perfect and wretched.

The performer is both a subject of study and a subject of his frustration. He has yet to not perfect an art he has attempted.

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As a puppet loosely strung

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Despondent again...like a broken toy, indeed. Like a yo-yo, back and forth between frozen and fine. Just yesterday, she was chipper. Now? Slumped over the piano, looking at it like it called her a vulgar name. Sasori’s eyes narrow again. ...Yes. That’s a good idea. Might as well do her a favor...

“Girl.”

Her head turns up; she looks exhausted. For what? What did she do? For a man that tires so easily from emotional labor himself, he’s quick to dismiss the signs of it in other people.

“I’m heading into the village,” he states. “We’re beginning patrols to maintain relations with our new...’allies.’” A bitterness enters the back of his mouth, just enough to taint how they sound to her ears. “Since this is a problem you started, you’re going to accompany me.”

Out of all the things he could have come in to say...she wasn’t expecting that. Last time they talked, it seemed...fine? Maybe even more than fine, at least by the standard the prickly scorpion has set in their months together. Both him and the burden in question begin to stew in the awkward quiet, and it becomes a question of who can withstand it longer— who will break first.

...But, as already known, the woman is far too weary from these long talks with Kisame, and then the day prior in the village with the leader duo. She starts with a stammer, hoping to stall until he metaphorically reaches in, sees she needs help here to have an actual productive conversation. “I-I…”

But those soft brown eyes somehow harshly demand she explain why on earth she has the gall to disagree.

“I...I guess I figured Leader would want me to stay here for that.”

A swift answer: “You guessed wrong.”

She blinks with a frown, but does not verbally disagree. She can’t; when you’re muddled in your feelings, the reasonable thing to do is stop and think, versus going in headfirst and self-righteous on a position you must apologize for later.

And so, nearly satisfied, he slips away.

“Meet me on the front porch,” the venom drips from pretty lips. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

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Did you feel the weight of other's views?

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Her behavior is something that Kisame would enjoy. It might even be novel enough to humor Deidara, easily amused fool that he is. The way she sticks her arms out for balance, stretches her legs to emphasize each step crunching in the snow… Sasori notices, but does not appreciate. Sasori is not Kisame, especially not Deidara, and Sasori does not readily see the value in whimsy— at least not when he’s pissed. A deeper voice than his own exhales through wooden teeth and a black mask. The paper panels attached to Hiruko’s hat shift ever so slightly as he trudges forward, one drag at a time, like a massive black and red slug. Staring at him begins to tickle part of her brain— the exact part that she usually begs to shut up.

“Sasori?”

He does not answer. She looks down at him as she tip-toes across a log like a tightrope walker, embedding her marks across frozen, chipped bark.

“Why do you travel in that?”

…

Maybe he just can’t talk in that thing; she hardly saw him in it, after all, and never spoke as long as it sat on her front porch first day they met. But just as she’s about to dismiss it all for good, a voice speaks; it isn’t Sasori’s usual dulcet tone, rather something more like gravel in a rock tumbler.

“...I don’t believe that’s any of your business.”

The surprise makes her slip on a hidden layer of ice across her makeshift banister. A puffy “shoof!” sounds as snow breaks her fall, compressing until there is a performer-shaped hole a foot deep towards the ground. A small, unblinking eye lined with thick wrinkles pierces in her direction, the puppet staring in leau of Sasori as she lifts herself up by the palms and shakes snowflakes off her hair like a dog.

“Well—” she continues; she’s so single-minded in this that it comes off as resilience. “It isn’t. Not really, I know. But still…I’m kinda curious—”

“And curiosity killed the cat.”

And it’s like an icicle fell and splintered to pieces, the way he breaks her humor in a snap. So grim, so serious, such a tone finally makes a silly girl begin to feel her place as she stares at him from her burrow in the snow.

“I—...okay...”

And they continue in silence, at least of a kind. Crunch, crunch goes the snow, the woman leaving pairs of shoe prints and the man a thick trail like you’re pushing a boulder.

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Or was their ignorance a source of fun?

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A small relief it is, to go from the cold air to the inside of a familiar place. Er...almost familiar. The dim lights feel less warm, and though all the furniture is the same, it’s all shoved towards the corners. The bar itself— where patrons sat and drank on high seats— is the only thing unmoved and that’s just because you can’t physically haul it away. As the woman takes it all in, the large puppet carries itself forward, uncaring if she gets in the way. A jump back and a gasp, and he doesn’t apologize as she backs up.

How does he control a doll like that anyways…?

“Ah. You must be one of those Akatsuki.”

A judging silence. He’s wearing the cloak, idiot. Takuya abruptly stammers to save face.

“Well— ‘preciate you comin’! I got word of a couple of those star folk poking around the old farm up north. Ain’t none of us shinobi anyways, but it’s an old lady holin’ up there by herself this winter so she of all people deserve the help first. I’ll give ya directions if you got what ya need.”

Further silence.

“...Okay then,” he drawls awkwardly, providing a few blinks under furry eyebrows and opting not to argue. Maybe the big brute is mute, after all. He’s heard stories of ninja having their tongues ripped off and such. It’s enough to make a grown man shiver. Ugh…!

On the other side of the room, the performer is in the middle of observing dusty, abandoned cobwebs when she with no warning hears a bell ring and a door close shut. She whips around in a flash. Shit!! “Sasori—!!! wait for—”

“Noooo you don’t lass.”

A grip on her shoulder keeps her in place, the woman spinning around in a panic. “I have to go, I need to—!”

“This is dangerous work,” is the stern answer she gets; even though it’s just one hand on her, it’s a strong hold that won’t leave— not until he’s sure she’s not going to run head first into death or injury. “I reckon he left you behind for a reason.” But inexplicably, she argues:

“But...he told me that I was here to help.”

“...Eh?” The old man blinks. “That doesn’t make sense… Must be some kind of miscommunication. Calm down and tell me why the hell that’d be.”

The woman has her doubts— has had them, honestly. “Leader—” she stammers at first, but begins to work back from the start of her reasoning. “I figured, too. That it was a mistake. I thought Leader wouldn’t have wanted me here around stuff like that…but...Sasori told me I was asked to go.”

It’s only now, that he can feel the tension in her muscles relax, that Takuya lets the confused lady go. A darkness washes over her expression, a lip pursing a pout towards the floor.

“Come on, lass...head over this way.”

A cup clacks against the bar tabletop as weathered as he is after all this, opting to give her a pour of sake from his dwindling supply. (Not much to do with the booze besides drink it if you’ve been stuck in renovation hell the past few months.) He nearly feels guilty, her moping over the slab of wood like a kid would left behind by her friends.

...Eh, if she’s not old enough, she’s earned it, he decides.

After pouring himself a glass and taking a shot in one go, the old man exhales, long and heavy, holding his cheeks by the palms as he leans onto his inherited bar table as well. The woman, in turn, looks down at the liquid; it’s clear, doesn’t have much smell. She knows it’s alcohol, but...if he can take it in one gulp, it’s probably pretty light enough for her to do the same—

What remains in her throat after choking on it burns. Holy SHIT—!

“Not much of a drinker, huh?” His words are softer in her ears than the sound of him reaching over to slap her back. She sputters a few coughs, and she can’t tell if her face is hot from the booze or embarrassment.

“N-No. Well— Drinks I’m used to are— sweeter?” Half true! She’s only had a piña colada at her cousin’s graduation party, and she’s finding that’s not much of a base to measure against other drinks.

The guilt returns on the twin’s heart, and with another grumble he takes the glass—

“Wait.”

Her eyes pin it down, fingers twitching as if they can’t decide. But Takuya abides. He waits, and waits...until she decides to take the shot glass and down it after all. There’s a horrible frown on her face, a bit of a squeak in her throat, but she manages the feat.

…

…

There’s nothing more effective to one’s own self-reflection than to let them stew in it, no distractions. He never owned a bar before— not until it unceremoniously got dropped on him— but he’s been to plenty. So...as little as he knows the side of the bar he’s on right now, he certainly knows hers. At least, if nothing else, she’s not about to run off the stool and chase down someone who couldn’t care less.

It’s a bit longer than he had guessed— around five minutes of her looking sorry for herself, face getting rosier and rosier— but she eventually sighs and starts to open up the shell.

“...I think Sasori isn’t happy with me,” the performer eventually mumbles, staring at scratches on the wood, how the condensation from his glass seeps into them.

“Now why’d that be?” the old man prods, attempting to be gentle about it.

“He thinks him having to do this...is my fault.”

Takuya raises an eyebrow. “Lass, you’re raising more questions than answers here.”

“It gets worse— It kind of...is my fault. I got him in trouble. I ran away. And then the hoshi people—”

…

It’s despicable how the tears come to her eyes so quick. Absolutely heartbreaking. But despite himself— the desire to end the conversation there— curiosity gets the best of him.

“Lass. That still doesn’t make sense.” A sip of his own sake and he continues. “The hoshi-nin stuck around with or without ya. Them coming here in the first place is your doin’, sure—” He carries on quickly, lest she frown at nothing even more. “—But it sounds like to me that this big guy of yers dragged ya along today ‘cause he's mad at ye pointing out he did a bad thing.”

“But— but— I wasn’t supposed to run away. If I didn’t, then…”

…

“Then what?”

…

“It doesn’t make sense, does it, lass?”

…

“Explain to me why he’d think it’s your fault. In honesty.”

…

…

“He...didn’t like what I said to him,” she whispers, gripping with anxious, fidgeting fingers the hem of the dress Sasori made her wear. “And he told me I should leave.”

“It’s awfully cut and dry hearing it like that. Isn’t it?”

“But what I said was mean—!” She’s so quick to justify what has happened to her. "I...—”

He’s waiting. The silence hurts more than any words could.

“I said...he was like me.”

Takuya doesn’t have to say anything for her to know how ridiculous that sounds. She swears under her breath and doubles over, at least as much as one can while seated. After hearing he "tonk!" of her forehead falling onto the table, he exhales. This is probably where he should stop and move on, he decides.

“Listen...it’s still good yer here. You were told you could help, right? You wanna help?”

…

Her head raises, but only just enough so it is still dipped and hiding her face. Meekly, she nods.

“Then help me figure out what to do with the damn place.”

“...What do you mean?”

“Well—” he grumbles— nearly growls in frustration; she has her form of embarrassment, and he has his. “Just take a look!”

And she does yet again. The disarray...it’s so distant from the nights she used to perform here, Kakuzu in the corner and Hidan at her heel. It’s a far trip from a place that gave her routine, comfort. So it makes sense she asks first...:

“Why’d you start to change things?”

He hums as if he’d never imagine such a question. Despite the tone of it, how defensive he is, a heart beginning to embolden with spirits and emotional labor is capable of stepping up to task.

“It seemed...pretty good as before. Why change it?”

“Lass, Taiga is gone. Everything as it is will just make people miss ‘em. No business can run on sympathy alone.”

And finally...finally...those big, sad eyes turn to look at him. “...I don’t think that’s true. Not like how you think it is.”

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I hated the whispers in the street

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“What do you think you’re gonna do, slime on me, you huge ugly snail?!”

He has them in a corner, old hay and straw their metaphorical rock and hard place. They’re cowering, and he knows it. They do, too, even if they won't admit. The puppet has no emotions, at least not with his face. Voice, however...it’s seeping with the finest, most potent of his poisons.

“I’m going to gut each and every one of you until you’ve atoned for what you’ve done to me.”

“What? What did we ever do to you?” This first shinobi is a bit more cagey than the other. There’s a twitch in his face, a fear that can’t hide no matter how well he tries; that’s why he’s so subtly begging for mercy with his choice of words.

“Oh?” the monster’s voice groans. “You don’t know?”

The second ninja grins wider in the face of certain doom; it’s the only choice when you’ve spent weeks bullying your way into the stores of a helpless grandmother, living the high life at the cost of nearly nothing. The bravado...that’s the most heinous of sins, in Sasori’s eyes. “You’re just the next plaything for that little whore, always bringing different men around! You think you’re special?” The hoshi-nin nudges his comrade with an elbow, displaying confidence that is not shared. “Betcha someone as hideous as him was just happy to be next to a girl.”

Whip, pierce.

A scorpion tail of steel stabs the first shinobi straight through the heart. Closer and closer, unblinking beady eyes gleam in the shadow cast over Hiruko's face. The untouched loudmouth still can’t shut up even as he watches his comrade being carried like a fork picking up a slice of meat, quivering as he utters small exclamations of fear that mean absolutely nothing. The snow falls, as soft and as delicate as the woman they shattered. Holding the twitching, screaming ninja above his masked head as he dangles from jointed metal and bleeds onto ice, the puppet as low to the ground as its owner’s namesake stares at him. There’s either no emotion or every last one hiding in those eyes at once— whichever is worse is what lies behind rounded, foggy glass. Sasori allows the living whelp the honor of get a nice, long stare at a fate better than what he’s going to have for having a big, careless mouth. His death is going to be much, much slower. After all, having to wait is the worst thing of all.

“I suppose you need a reminder, then...”

But just because he’s quick to start the punishment doesn’t mean that they’ll get their end so mercifully soon. Think of it as retribution for that day. If it wasn’t for them, she could have run off and be recovered, safe and sound— no big deal and nothing more to it. But whatever they did...it changed her, and it is resistant to his mending. It should have been him. It should have been him on the front lines, not shacked up with her and Deidara and the idiot in the mask. Maybe then, it wouldn’t have happened like this. She wouldn’t have been rash. He wouldn’t have been there to make her upset.

And he would have ended this so much more quickly.

With his last coherent breath, the pig squeals— a curse, a condemnation. It makes the man beneath the shell smile.

Why, yes, he isn’t human. Not at all.

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Till you repose a greeting

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The woman does what she does best: use a song to communicate. The sake makes her head a little dizzy, and she can’t really keep her shoulders in one place as the etiquette typically requires...but she does it anyways. It's the only real choice.

It’s gorgeous, the way it drifts to the outside, compliments the mood of warm candlelight drifting from under the crack of the door as Sasori sits on snow-speckled stone. Slow, mournful, thoughtful. The piano is playing, Sasori can hear, as he approaches the bar entry. Yes, he is assured, the time spent swatting at flies is worth it, so long as the musician regains her strength and grace. It was a good choice to bring her, even if she complains. Perhaps knowing what he does to exact revenge on her attackers is what makes the song come back, bright again with no more moping as she did this morning.

But as soon as it begins to push open, the song changes. A woman is ready, and now the song is the audio equivalent of the loop-da-loops tiny insects make as they fly in the sky.

And then...all of a sudden, it feels heavier. Grand, staged, and confident. She begins to sing, seated all away across the hall from where Hiruko stands.

Victoria approached me with a fire in her eyes

And I swear and I swear, I was burning alive

And now you're crying wolf out to the moon

Yeah, is anybody there or am I just as scared as you?

And now you've given me a mission to do

I've got to rearrange the stars so that they're not as far from you

The man in the doll ever so slightly purses his lip beneath his guard. Not even so much as a glance, even after the bell rang to alert his arrival. She's never ignored him before. Surely she knows he’s there.

Right?

And you are causing me physical pain

It's like you're handing me a knife and from my insides

And without any shame

...Wait.

Victoria's been crying, I can see it in her eyes

And yeah, a part of me is sad, but a part of me is having such a good time!

Wait a damn minute—!

"GIRL!"

But she hardly flinches. She grimaces with wide, shaking eyes so, so angrily at that piano, and it sounds like the keys are in agony from how hard she’s pressing. It’s how she feels.

And I know that likely I am at fault

Oh, but what the hell, I can't even tell if she's putting me on

This...this is the thanks he gets? After all she’s done? After all HE has done?! He growls her designation of "girl" with all the intimidation he can muster, but words have already gone as far as they can take him. Nothing he can say will back her down. She mocks him, a hand to her heart and face towards the ceiling like a Shakespearean actor; her eyes still refuse to look at him.

But you are certainly my poison of choice

And when I drink you down

My heart makes a sound

Her head lowers; she abruptly seems so serious.

Yeah, when I drink you down

My heart makes a sound

Like

Finally, finally. She looks at him. Her expression does not change.

This

A horrible, discordant sound, one that isn’t with feeble, scared hands but entirely wretched on purpose. It isn’t a mere mashing of keys; it is a calculated choice, a selection based on how poor the black and white sound next to each other. Somehow, some way, a wooden doll can glare.

“What?!”

“WHAT?!” she spits back to him, spinning around on the bench. Sasori can tell immediately something is in her system; she never has such poor balance, bob her head side to side this much. The girl’s never pointed at him before, but he can still reason that this, too, is altered under the effect of a substance. “Yeah, that’s right, I got wise to you! You brought me here because of some petty fucking GRUDGE you got! You could have just asked! Not make it sound like it’s MY fault!”

“Watch your words, girl.”

“Or what? You asshole!” She’s so loud. She’s so crass. Where did she go? The delicate little thing that hardly knew how to recognize an insult let alone give it? “You’re gonna LEAVE me here?!” the performer shouts, making her already burning throat hoarse. “Alone? To die?! Sure! I’m fine with that! Sasori, I thought you could actually CARE about me!”

…It’s a spectacle, the way she’s disgracing herself. For once, a talking doll is at a loss for words; he should be grateful his face is hidden, lest his visage of disregard slip.

As before with the barkeep...it’s the silence that does it. Her heart makes a sound; it starts to break.

“Sasori…!”

A slam of her fist on the keys. She’s clenching so hard that her muscles are twitching under her skin; he can see it. It must hurt. The notes echo until they fade, mingle into the sound of her breath as she attempts not to outright sob. Once again, the tears gush and stain her trembling face.

“I owe...the Akatsuki,” she admits. How can such a promising start— in Sasori’s eyes— turn so sour? “I owe...you. Yes! I know I do! I fucking KNOW, okay?! You gave me the dress, and the cape, and— and—”

…The puppet does not speak. She begins to quiet down, but it doesn’t make it much easier to listen to. Discordant notes are still discordant notes, regardless of the volume you play them at.

“Sasori...if I’m a burden, this is the wrong way to go about it. I’m an adult, you know. I’m stupid, I’m silly, but I’m a grown woman and you can treat me like one. You should...treat me like one. If you’re mad at me...can’t you just fucking say it?”

…

“Yeah. I owe you. But you owe me. The bare minimum. The bare minimum of respect from one human being to another. Kill me, maim me, do whatever you want. I just…!”

Smack, smack. Her tears are so heavy it’s nearly a shock they don’t sound the piano as they fall, too. That’s what it takes for Sasori to want this to end.

“...Grave mistake.”

“What?”

“Grave mistake to think I’d ever care about someone like you.”

She looks at him again, a horrid sort of bravery on her face, and the woman is grave herself.

“If I’m not worth the trouble...just say so.”

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Pulling the rug beneath their feet

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...But she is.

Work done for the day, the killer and his girl take the moonlit trail back home, guilt on her heart silencing her tongue. The wind picks up and she wraps her midnight-black cape around her, biting her lower lip. Dizzy...dizzy...dizzy. Each step is capable of taking her off her balance. What an asshole...getting drunk for the first time and saying things she’d never say otherwise. It was necessary, but…

...

...Oh god. She really said all that, and he still took her home, she realizes like a train running her over. Maybe it wasn’t necessary.

Holy shit and Jashin and Jesus. She really said all that, for real, out loud.

The sickness that twists her body is eventually so bad she witlessly stops in place.

The creature that houses Sasori’s real body trudges...trudges...and she wonders if he’ll leave her behind. The winter scares her, after all. It’s what she’d deserve after talking to him so harshly. Even if she apologized...maybe...maybe he didn’t accept it after all. Maybe this was all a ruse, to leave her in the forest so even the village won’t be there to help her out of pity.

…

…

Just on the cusp of the next hill, the beast ceases his march. Sounds that have haunted her dreams carry despite the whistling wind. The stars are bright on the indigo sky, no leaves to hide a lick of their glitter, and the snow glows a shade of white so pure it verges on blue.

Click. Clack. Slip.

The mask props open with a creak, the scared child in her remembering splintering trees that fall down. As such, she instinctively braces herself for what’s to come. The massive cloak custom woven for such a strange shape wraps around the limbs of the puppet. A man with red hair stands up, back to her...and slowly...turns around. From this far away, he’s so flawless that he resembles a doll himself. The kind with porcelain skin airbrushed to look soft, just the tiniest bit of pink on the nose and cheeks.

“Come here.”

She stares at him a long moment, observing the way the wind plays with his perfect locks of hair...before choosing to obey. Step, step, step. Each lift up and drop down of her boots crunches into the snow, making it just difficult enough to move that it causes the performer to be oh so aware of the choice she is making— the choice to abide. As she does, the bizarre man exits the belly of a walking corpse. A hand reaches out; unsure what to say, she takes it.

It may just be the cold, but his palm is somehow so strange to the touch. Something about it...just so unexpected.

“I won’t let you be harmed by your own incompetence,” he tells her, and despite herself, she feels relief hearing his real voice again. Before she can ask how, pray tell, that is, he begins to guide her movements. Almost like a dream, she watches herself step into the hollow of the empty puppet more than she chooses it; it reminds the woman of how she’d imagine it would feel to fly with Peter Pan, weightless on starlight. How does he do that…?

A shimmer of blue is barely seen stringing at the edges of her skirt.

Finally, finally, her countenance of stubborn anger fades before him, though she could say the same about Sasori.

As she kneels down, understanding what is about to happen, she asks him, “What about you?”

A sliver of his face is all she sees by the time he answers, voice echoing in the dark chamber as the mask hinge shuts.

“I don’t need pity.”

And after a second, the journey begins again. The smell of something almost like mahogany seeps the air around her, the warmth of her own breath and body cycling inside the barriers of this...thing. It must be terrible in the heat, she figures, but tonight it is just fine. Wrapped up in the cape Sasori made her, skirt he wove bundling around her legs like a blanket...this is nice. Curled up, entirely in the dark with nothing to see, all she can do is listen to the sounds that carry through the structure that keeps her safe.

Thump...slide. Thump...slide.

The puppet drags itself across the fields of snow. She can’t even feel any control mechanisms in here, nothing ready to be pulled or gripped. It’s just a smooth cave, like a burrow for hibernation— just made out of wood. How does he use it…?

Jutsu and magic aren’t far apart at all, she is affirmed yet again.

Click...clack. Click...clack.

This is her world now, the soft darkness and the melody of a machine, the ever so slight rocking like a cradle. At some point along the journey, the sensations and sounds of the skeleton lull...her...to sleep...

…

…

And eventually, the shell opens up, almost like a locket. The careful touch of a bitter man lifts her up without so much as a stir of her body, a whine from her lips. His knuckles brush the hair off her face once its propped onto the pillow, and he stares until something in him is satisfied.

"How'd the day go, un?"

One artist looks over his shoulder to another, the blonde ready as usual for bed in his green pajamas, about to sleep in the opposing chair. For the first time, Sasori has a guess why he does that, night after night. Deidara's chin tilts up as the redhead walks away, and he sighs.

"Danna..." he mutters, though out of earshot of his partner. "Things would just be easier if you actually talked when you wanted to..."

But instead, Sasori goes back up the attic, to continue his studies of how to find the diamond in the rough. "Takara..." It's the only time he says her name today, and she isn't even around to hear it. His hands attempt to draw while his mind remembers through the haze of fury the song on the piano before she went off the rails. Something soft...something sweet. Maybe it means there's something beautiful in her after all.

"I don’t need anything,” he lies to himself so, very, easily.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I'm tied to so many things I don't need to do

I'll loosen my strings to feel more like you

I'm tied to so many things I don't need to do

I'll loosen my strings to feel more like you

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[spiritamongdarkness]

A pixel divider I commissioned from Suzumeny-chan on DeviantART, back in March, of all my Naruto x Oc pairings

They are Orochimaru x Sarah, Kabuto x Izume, Sasuke x Akari, Itachi x Aki, Utakata x Ohta, Nagato x Ahmya, Sasori x Sute, Deidara x Kei, Sai x Sonsu, Gaara x Take, Menma x Utano, Ruiga x Onaya, Mitsuki x Moyasano, and Kimimaro x Kana

[jaskittea]

sketchbook dump~

I draw my oc and him a lot when i'm feeling down and it shows.

[silbaria]

Comic featuring Sasori and @/Hem0lyze's OC Sumi inspired by The Tea Scene from Utena ☕

Commission info (Buy 3 get the 4th free!) ✨ || Ko-fi ☕️✨

[unknownrpstories]

NARUTO RP SEARCH !

Hello, 21+ NB I am searching a Naruto rp!! And in search of someone to play as Sasori(human) and/or Zetsu (the plot technically needs both- but ill explain in PM'S) It can be single OC X CC or a double up! I actually prefer double ups! But if we did that i would feel better if we did the threads in Discord. I have a plot that I would really love to do with Sasori!! But I'm open to plotting

I don't mind if the thread is mostly smut, but as long as there's still a plot to it. (As mine calls for quite a bit of smut haha but there is story)

Also, I prefer to add really, really dark, twisted stuff!! Like non-con, manipulation, torture ect. But when I do have some no go's.

But if you're interested, Like, send a PM or leave a comment and I will get to you asap!

[reiketsunomizunomegami]

Akatsuki boys reaction to my oc Jana Diamond

Warning: cursing mainly on Hidan, Fluff, SFW to the Rest, some spoiler, changes of some plot

Feat: Itachi, Kisame, Hidan, Kakuzu, Sasori, Deidara, Zetsu, and Tobi/Obito

Pain had suddenly recruited me while I was on my way home from my previous Mission.. He talks to me and explain his Organization's cause and afterwards he Invited me to join the so called Akatsuki... I told him that I will think about it and he agrees before he vanishes from the dark leaving me inside the Cold and dark forest...

After a few days I went inside the Forest again and call for his name.. Pain stare at me with a serious face “I'm In” I said in a Calm tone “Come with me” He said sending me the same vibe.. The redheaded man makes me to follow him to the weird looking place “You have to meet the others” he said making me hum in agreement

When we reach at wide looking cave he opens his mouth and calls out a numerous name that I never heard before.. Slowly some unknown people to me approached us gathering in a circle “Everyone I want you all to meet our Newest Member Jana Diamond”

*Their POV*

Uchiha Itachi

-I Silently Stared at her emotionless Eyes while trying to find out what is she hiding from us

-Jana was very Odd to me.. She has this weirdly dominating Aura around her making not only me but the whole group avoided her

-Until she proven her worth to us.. Her power was very Alluring for me..

-we all become more attached to her and she also opens herself to us.. She would even smile or cook for all of us like she was our mother

-And I honestly loved it

Hoshigaki Kisame

-Man she's creepy! Creepier than the Leader himself

-I often Stayed myself away from her until the Leader notices it and makes me to accompany her on her first mission

-Jana was very quite! Like she will only talks to me when she needed something! Like what?! She's creepy as f*ck!

-But my View lf her Changes when she saved my ass from getting killed.. She healed me before taking my fight into her hands.. I stared into her fighting skills like what?! She's so Elegant and very Stunning!! Like a Goddess

-afterwards we took the 8 tails back to the hideout and then I approached her again “U-Uh Thank you so much for saving my ass back there” She smiled at me making my poor heart jump “You're welcome” She turns around before making her towards her room

-She's so beautiful! I loved her!

Hidan

-What a Hot chick!

-She's a solid 1000000/10!!

-But she was very cold and I couldn't just constantly Flirt with bef because she actually creeps me out! Like what kind of f*cking Beauty has this kind of menacing Aura?!

-Wait?! Did she just talks to Kisame and smiled at him like an angel?! But how?! How the f*ck does this fish face manage to talk to her so casually?!

-Aweee man! What Am I supposed to do?!

Kakuzu

-Hmmm she's fine.. She not t noisy and annoying liked Hidan does

-But something in her that is very fishy to me

-I always keep my guard up around her like when I Notice that she's about to approach I will just constantly move away from her or sending her a threatening Look

-I always despises her presence until she helped to caught the biggest fish making me to earn 10x more bigger than it was used to be

-and more importantly she even declined my her part of the bounty.. I stared at her again staring at her now smiling face making my face turns red

-She was now my most favored akatsuki Member! And I will stay with her even if she pushed me away

Sarori

-She's fine

-She's not loud so I liked that

-Wait?! She thinks that beauty is eternal?!

-Marry Me! She's too perfect! Beautiful, Intelligent, Strong, powerful, and lastly she thinks the same way As I did!

-I would loved her to be my partner on my next mission

-*Frown* Why is she talking to Kisame?! She's smiling?! Why?! What she sees in him?! And also why does Hidan was staring at her like an idiot?! .. Oooohh I think I have rival already.

Deidare

-Ughhh I hate her! She agrees with Danna hm!

-But I had to admit that she's Quite a beauty herself

-maybe I should give her chance and talk to her to change her point of view about art

-Ohhhh man she's so Elegant! How Am I supposed to talk to her?! Wait! Maybe Danna knows how?! But he will ask me why would I wanted to talk to her so bad.. Well I have to give it a try right??

White Zetsu/Black Zetsu

-She reminds me of a carnivorous plant

-She's too serious all the time

-“I Hate her!” I actually Liked her “Oh Shut up!” No you shut Up!

-I was actually spying on her all time but not in a bad way tho “You can't Fool anyone by your Stupid statement” But ut was True! I'm doing it in a very friendly way! “Yeah Whatever you say Creep” *Sigh* You're so Irritating sometimes

-“I think that she was delicious” Please don't “Why not?! She looks tasty *Lick his lip* I would loved to devour her now” Oh My God! You're so Disgusting “As if you don't desired it too?! So don't act so innocent here and help me to lure her over so we can devour her!” No! “N-No?!” Yes! NO! And It will stay that way! Whether you liked it or not!

Tobi/Obito

-(tobi) I loved her so much! She's so cute and beautiful! But I have a question for her tho.. Why is she always wearing black??

-Well I'm always approaching her not Intimidated by her Dangerous Aura

-She seems mean but believe once you get to know her you will loved her liked I do!

-Jana~Chan is the best!

-(Obito) She seems normal to me

-She's not annoying so its okay too

-Oh she's very intelligent.. Very impressive

-She can be a great asset for the organization in the future..

[sanrio-gyal]

The cultural significance of

Akatsuki amvs to “calling all the monsters” or “pokerface”

the Kakuhida and Sasodei “anything you can do” I can do better animatics.

“Akatsuki funny pictures” with the songs hamster dance, witch doctor, and boom boom boom boom.

The yaoi, seme, uke, lemon discourse. The “ukes” randomly ending up in skirts and dresses

The various mpreg Akatsuki fanfics. The Akatsuki fan children.

Kisaita, Sasodei, Kakuhida and tobizet amvs with the “warning yaoi. Don’t like don’t watch.” Or “warning boy x boy. Please no flames”

The Akatsuki cat fics.

Them literally being the tumblr sexy men.

The random “glomps” and Japanese words throughout fanfics.

The skinny black jeans and converse fits in every fanfic.

The Akatsuki high school fics where they were all bad boys and wore hoodies with the cloud on it.

The rock band aus.

The random ocs that somehow always got with Itachi.

The Akatsuki cosplay videos on yt and the awkward cosplays posted on deviantart.

The Akatsuki forums.

The Akatsuki members having to share one bed while traveling.

The end notes where the author would argue with the Akatsuki members.

Naruto joining the Akatsuki. The various fanfics and artwork that had an obsession with collars.

The time where people were confused about Deidara and Konan’s gender, sasori was drawn with white hair, and people thought Tobi was a teenager.

The ships sasori x zetsu, konan x Hidan, Madara x Deidara, Tobi x Zetsu, Itachi x Deidara.

The fangirls and ocs harassing the members and konan being a fujoshi.

The Akatsuki dress up flash games.

Sigh….what a time to be alive

[rinisasaki]

iso mutuals who love naruto, have an oc, especially Akatsuki ones.

If you have a Naruto OC or just love OCs in general, please interact, I dont know how Tumblr works anymore and I want more friends on here. :)

(All art here made by me, unless otherwise stated! Sometimes I edit screenshots cause Im still learning, but Ill state it when I do.)

Some information about my OC, Rini:

She's Sasori's partner in the Akatsuki prior to Deidara's arrival.

The three are Akatsuki's artists, Rini is the 'grey' between their two ideals.

(To Deidara and Sasori) "Art merges both eternity and transience; you think just because the song ends, the music is gone? After the span of its life, the notes linger forever. It is both fleeting, but timeless."

She's a medical nin.

Rini is obsessive and Sasori's the sucker who is the object of Rini's overbearing affections.

Sasori want her clan's ability for himself, so he puts up with her.

Deidara think she's cute though.

Things I associate with Rini:

Persephone. Warmth. Paint smeared on your hands and face. Laughter. Fallen Angel. Haunted and Bleeding Heart. A balloon in the wind. Loneliness. Butterfly Kisses. Sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars. Candid photos. Pranks. Alluring Darkness. Temptation. Secrets at 2AM. Soft Touches. Cute dimpled smiles. Stuffed animals. Bunnies. Flower crowns. Baby Breaths. Bruised Knees. Red lips. Astrology. Thorns. Spring. Oversized sweaters. Bandanas and hair scarves. Music box. Midnight kisses under the streetlights. Freckles. Delicate lace. Drawing on your crushes skin. Messy notebooks. Watercolor paintings. Laughing so hard that you cry. Sunshine.

[immoralimmortals]

ok so what if, hear me out Takara was pregnant (gasp) nah like I want to hear your thoughts on this

So all cards on the table...miracle of life, wonderful, wonderful thing... Yeah, I know all that. But all the same, pregnancy to me is largely a form of body horror. A lot of this is going to be on the fly since it's not my cup of tea. So putting that aside and trying to make the subject warm and romantic, here are some thoughts on what it'd be like if Takara was pregnant:

You KNOW they dote on her. Absolute kings. There isn't a day that passes where ten separate Akatsuki members come up to her, if not multiple times, to make sure she's okay.

Itachi swears she's radiant, glowing like she's holy. You've heard this all before in other headcanons on this site-- he's over the moon with love. Glued to her side, yet somehow not overbearing. 10/10, I'd let this man be with me during my morning sickness. Takara will want for nothing. Probably becomes the most overtly sweet and romantic in al the time they've known each other, gently stroking her skin and kissing her head. When it comes to the point where she's "showing", he's quick to tell Kisame to do tasks for Takara whenever she's about to do something, and he has to be reminded she's not useless and it's good for both her and the pregnancy to continue being active.

You thought Kisame was awkward and cautious *before*? He's at the point where every single little touch, regardless how small or where it is on her body, is so, so purposeful. Nothing he does is haphazard. He will clear paths for her if necessary. He's her knight, her guardian, placing himself between her and the rest of the world. Definitely at one point rests his head on her belly and cries. He's very quick to answer to Itachi's orders and further enables inactivity. It is a lot easier to use his body to interact with other things than it is to use it to directly touch her; he's up for anything. He'll mow down a mountain just so she could go for a walk without having an incline. He will walk to town to buy her flowers every single day.

Hidan gets...quieter around her, especially as the pregnancy begins to show. He's more observant than before. Still gets into his usual attitudes if he doesn't understand or see something coming ("What? You seemed FINE a second ago! What do you MEAN you're gonna throw up!")...but he's certainly taking all this in. What does it mean to Jashin if someone brings forth life instead of takes it? He holds his prayer beads and feels the sigil between his fingers, only shutting his eyes to pray once she is surely asleep. He'll wonder a lot, eventually out loud, what the baby is going to be like, who they'll grow up to be, what it'll be like to have one around. He won't say it, but he's nervous as hell for that part. It's a whole new human being.

Kakuzu is so fucking stressed. This man is the closest in the group to being a normal-ass man with a normal-ass job and goal. He is trying to coordinate enough income for eleven fucking people to live at least somewhat comfortably. You're going to add a BABY? Good lord he might break. That being said, he's a worrywort that's always a little bit on edge. If someone is fucking around with her or the pregnancy too much, he will actually hit you. ...But not until he took you outside, she doesn't need to see it and stress herself or the baby. He is also especially concerned about accidentally being too rough. She'd have to convince him to touch her or sit next to her. Once she does? He finally relaxes, and he's in heaven. There's a whole world that fits right in his arms. He has a second chance not just with her but this child to have a life worth living.

Deidara is the most to treat her like...a normal human being undergoing a body change? I'm not saying he's uncaring, more like he's the best at not losing his fucking mind. Most willing to just hang out and not make it weird, let her do things on her own. Other people-- no, literally everyone else-- will see her reaching up in the kitchen cabinet for a mug and will scold him for not jumping to do it for her. He argues otherwise-- and it makes sense-- so therefore the other person gets pissed off. He tells Takara to be grateful for what he does for her independence, and she genuinely is, rewarding him with a kiss on the cheek that makes him bright red. It makes him stutter and try to move on so things are normal again. I think like Hidan-- even more so actually-- he's very curious about what it'll be like once the baby is around. It's fun to see her change little by little, day by day, too.

Sasori doesn't like change. That's kind of his whole bit. He isn't looking forward to the noise, the filth, the troubles of a baby and then later another growing person. So the pregnancy is kind of a precursor for that. Once it's clear that yes, this baby is coming, he has to make peace with it. He's the one that's most attentive about her physical health and body. He'll notice any change in color of her skin-- reddening or paling-- catch on to ANY morning sickness before she even says a word. She'd have to remind him that regardless of if the stretch marks stay, they're a part of her right now, and with that explanation he begrudgingly appreciates them. He eventually becomes entranced by the idea of teaching the child what he knows.

Konan is...wistful, I think, as well as in awe. She's kind of like Itachi in that she's very present, very gentle. But Takara being pregnant gives her a lot of...thought. Surely when she was born-- when Nagato and Yahiko were born-- their parents, too, had the best intentions in the world. A piece of her is afraid. The best laid plans can still fall into ruin, the intentions of being good parents and giving a happy life certainly did not happen to her and her friends. That being said, she finds comfort in being a pragmatic planner. She's the one that gets a routine for Takara both prenatal and then postnatal, the one that strategized how the baby is going to be educated, what kind of food they need, etc. So if nothing else-- if anything and everything goes wrong-- they at least have a plan to follow even if they panic. She also, like Itachi, finds her radiant in this time. I can see her sitting with Takara and holding her hand for hours on end, just finding peace in how much she loves her right now.

Nagato picks up where Konan leaves off on the whole planning thing. She is not to be alone at any time. She wants to go for a walk? Kisame, walk ten paces ahead, Kakuzu, ten paces behind, Deidara, go up in the trees. If she so much as scrapes her knee, there will be consequences. This will NOT be fucked up. He won't say it, but he loves her even more right now than he ever thought he could. He thinks that despite all her flaws-- any human has flaws, of course-- Takara will be the best mother to grace this universe or any other.

"Tobi" is so, so excited. While Konan is sitting next to her, he's on the floor, wrapping around Takara's legs, talking endlessly about how much fun the baby is going to be. He's also excessively careful and protective, which is in earnest at heart but also being played up so no one second guesses he's an idiot. He will throw away a cup of tea if he deems it too hot for her to drink, uncaring if it hits and spills on someone else. In private...he's quieter. I can see him putting on her socks for her as she has trouble bending, and he does it nearly reverently, looking up at her through that mask with a gaze she can feel as adoring. Obito is feeling every emotion possible. He's afraid, he's overjoyed, he's shaken, he's happy. This situation is the culmination of everything he's come to want while Takara has been here. He looks at her carrying this baby like she's Mary, mother of Jesus.

Zetsu is the funniest one. He doesn't get it. Like he DOES-- there'd be a joke where he'd say he doesn't get it and Tobi begins to explain where babies came from and Zetsu would yell at him to shut up-- but he doesn't get it. He's like me, the author, in the sense that like...if you really want to experience parenthood...why are you making a whole new baby? There are so many babies out there who NEED a parent. And you're going to fill up that slot? Humans are really genuinely so selfish, what the hell. That aside, he's at least mindful of her, in a physical and medical sense. He asks her questions, in the rare moments she is alone, and he genuinely listens and tries to engage. I think he would, finally, in at least a little way "get it" when Takara invites him to put an ear to her stomach and listen.

Everyone is excited to see who the father is, regardless of how much they say it does or doesn't matter.

[spiritamongdarkness]

Another of my new Naruto Oc pairings, with Sasori and my Oc Sute

This was made using elements from a doll maker game by Hapuriainen on DeviantART

[katsuyuswritings]

— ᕦ kei ᕤ —

a lonely writer who has a few friends. asking for mutuals, also an employed attorney and has no social life 💗

— MALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

male; aether, dainslief, kaeya, diluc, albedo, venti, bennett, razor, mika, zhongli, chongyun, xingqiu, xiao, baizhu, tartaglia, itto, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, capitano, dottore, pantalone, scaramouche/wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, freminet, wriosthley

naruto uzumaki/namikaze, sasuke uchiha, kakashi hatake, iruka umino, kotetsu, izumo, asuma sarutobi, sai yamanaka, shikamaru nara, choji akamichi, aburame shino, kiba inuzuka, kankuro, gaara, itachi uchiha, kisame, sasori, deidara, kakuzu, hidan, orochimaru, kabuto, jiraiya, minato namikaze, neji hyuga, zetsu, zabuza, haku yuki, suigetsu, juuga, maito gai, boruto uzumaki, mitsuki

saiki kusuo, kaidou shun, aren kuboyasu, toritsuka reita, nendou riki, hairo kineshi, makoto teruhashi

denji, aki, angel devil, shark devil (that's literally all)

aifuyo hime/yuzuki, renyue yuzuki, kōhaku hayashi, eijiro yuzuki, aoi hime, anh hyu, eugene hyu, feng xiang

— FEMALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

female: amber, fischl, noelle, mona, jean, lisa, eula, klee, barbara, xiangling, xinyan, yunjin, ganyu, keqing, shenhe, ningguang, beidou, qiqi, yaoyao, kuki, kujou sara, yae miko, raiden ei/shogun, raiden makoto, kokomi, ayaka, sayu, yoimiya, faruzan, layla, nilou, dori, dehya, candace, dunyarzad, focalors, navia, lynette, yuelin, tsaritsa, la signora, sandrone, arlecchino, columbina, raiden makoto

sakura haruno/uchiha, hinata hyuga/uzumaki, karin uzumaki, konan, kurenai sarutobi, hanabi hyuga, ino yamanaka, tsunade senju, temari nara, tenten, anko mitarashi, kushina uzumaki/namikaze, guren (mommy), himawari uzumaki, sarada uchiha

kokomi teruhashi, chiyo yumehara/teruhashi, kuriko/kusuko saiki, aiura mikoto, rifuta imu, mera chisato

power, makima, yuro, himeno

katsuyu yuzuki/hime, chiyo hime, shinkkami ayakemi-sanjin (teiko), kohari hayashi, mina noshiro, maikka yue, yan xiang

— ᕤ can request ᕦ —

smut, suggestive, angst and fluff

aged up characters smut/suggestive

child!reader x parent!character or vise versa

song related storyline

ships and oc x reader

— ᕦ can't request ᕤ —

minor character smut

oc x canon (I have my reasons)

weird shit like armpit kink and others (I don't wanna name them 😨)

Also I know most of y'all are minors... You can't hide from me

[silbaria]

Sumi x Sasori (feat. core) for a Twitter moot!

Commission info ✨ || Ko-fi ☕️

[mayskalih]

WIP name game

Thank you @sakuradeservedbetter91 for nomination!

Unfortunately, I never name my art and it exists under 'Illustration XXX' since I embraced chaos, save everything to desktop and never organise, just cry instead. So I'm gonna just desribe sketches that I might or might not finish!

Shokohime and their deadly-hot lesbian stare

Three comms I'm working on (oc x rin, oc x oc and kakasaku)

SasoDei being hot in yukata

KisaSaku med exam comic

Shinigami Sasori

Two arts for secret server exchanges (shisaku and akasaku)

Couple of portraits of Ino and Hinata being strong and pretty

SasoSaku angsty comic (it exists in my brain, does it count?)

Steamy Sukea/Sakura art (also exists in my head)

Azula and Katara - these two are the sketches that I'm proud of and can't get my hands on for more than a year.. pls kick me in the butt to finish.

@renaerys @bouncyirwin @hallous @lightweaving I'm selfishly curious about your wips hehe

[11queensupreme11]

I love your stories, I can't wait for the next update!

Please don't push yourself to hard and take good care of your health.

Though my choices of literature can be... Questionable? I truly do enjoy the way you write your characters and how you slowly build them.

The theme of "yandere" has always been a difficult one for me.

Is it simply commiting immoral acts for the sake of love? Or is it something deeper than that?

Most yandere stories I stumbled upon has a swift narrative, one chapter the mc meets soon to be Yan character and then next their a yandere that has already fallen to the point of no return.

So, if you don't mind, can you recommend some for me to read?

since you didn't clarify which fandom or if you want original or not, i just put down my favs that i can remember!!

click here for a list of some pjo, alice in borderland, diabolik lovers, and baldur's gate 3 fics

click here for jjk and record of ragnarok fics

pandaemonium (chrollo x oc)

when the desert weeps, my soul cries out to you (sakura x gaara & sasori)

in which many things gang angly (sakura x gaara & sasori)

mother's song (sakura x gaara)

tamed (original)

breaking you (leon kennedy x reader)

insatiable (leon kennedy x reader)

fake it until you make it (sephiroth x reader)

the forest yearns (zenos yae galvus x oc)

the red string of fate (emet-selch x reader)

always mine (noctis x reader; need ao3 login!)

(wish i could find more, but i got too lazy to keep searching 💀)