#THE INUZUKA CHARM IS ON

[eiloveir]

→﹐naruto hc! <3

‹𝟹 :: ⭑⭒  🗨 !!   𓏲  what naruto men would be like as boyfriends!

✰ pairing: them x f!reader

✰ warnings: none, except maybe being a bit cringy? it’s rushed too, there might be errors since i didn’t proofread.

i was bored and had nothing to write, so i came up with this idea to occupy someone’s delusional thoughts — though the characters might seem out of their usual paced.

the sunshine boyfriend

uzumaki naruto, rock lee, inuzuka kiba, akimichi choji

a surge of energy that is consistently buoyant in your life. they make you laugh with their jokes and antics, and their contagious laughter and lively humor makes your day. they are the gregarious person that infuses the group with spontaneity and a sense of joy during social events. they may be that social, but beneath that there’s a side that comes out in the way they treat you. they always make sure you feel supported and loved—paying close attention to your happiness and well-being. they are there for you with effort and loyalty, whether it’s celebrating your victories or providing you with comfort during your most vulnerable times and they constantly bring warmth and positivity into your being—in your life, like a ray of sunshine.

the reserved and protective boyfriend

uchiha itachi, hyuga neji, gaara, aburame shino

prioritizes your happiness above all else, their actions speaking volumes about their commitment to your well-being. they don’t rely on words to show their affection; instead, they express their love through thoughtful gestures that make your heart flutter. their confidence in your bond is reassuring—as they know your heart belongs to them alone. they’re attuned to your every need and desire—noticing the smallest details that make you feel truly understood and loved. your relationship with them resembles as each other’s safety nets—like the archers, both are holding onto one another.

the ideal boyfriend

uchiha obito, hatake kakashi, nara shikamaru

they radiate a sophisticated poise and a playful charisma. they always know how to make you laugh and feel at ease while adeptly balancing a relaxed style with courteous care. their dependability make you feel consistently loved—their protectiveness guarantee that you feel safe and treasured. they are the kind that are good at flirting—the tease one and those who can be called a “playboy”—but they are extremely loyal. they are often perceived as having many women in their lives, but in reality, that is just their aura; they only have one person in mind, and that someone is you. they are the combination of carefree and playful, which makes them an ideal partner in every way.

the black cat boyfriend

uchiha sasuke

someone who, like a feline, keeps a cold exterior, appearing remote and aloof. despite his outward demeanor, his heart races in your presence, and he blushes when he sees you. he may reject inquiries about his thoughts with a flippant “it’s nothing,” but his actions scream louder than words, much like a black cat’s intriguing charm. although expressing feelings vocally is difficult for him, he expresses caring through actions and intimate moments shared only with you (just like with the second one)

[wito-chan-bla-bla]

I think Kakashi, after quitting his job as Hokage, should go to work for the Inuzuka clan. What? There are dogs. There is time to read books. There are (not always) intelligent people. There are also only people around who are as interested in dogs as he is. With his experience, he will become the best employee there!

Live, rejoice, cuddle puppies.

(And that would be so sweet and charming. Simply… you come to the Inuzuka clan to find yourself a dog, and there Kakashi is lying on the floor with puppies and teaching them to roll over on command. And just a thought "And this man was once a Hokage… Why didn't he stay in this place? He was so perfect!")

(And it would also allow him to quietly spend his "retirement", but at the same time not stop being a Shinobi and not turn into something incomprehensible. I am sure that daily tinkering with dogs takes a lot of energy and keeps you in good shape)

[usagirln120]

Hinata Hyuga: Hogwarts AU

Hinata Hyuga is a Pureblood witch that was born on the 27th of December 1979 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1991, being sorted into Hufflepuff House.

She comes from a long line of Purebloods with her family wanting all of their children to work for the ministry and marry a fellow Pureblood but while she was the heiress of the family, her status as a late-bloomer made her a little bit of a disgrace to the family since they thought she was a Squib at first.

She didn't have many friends when she first started at Hogwarts with her older cousin not wanting to hang out with her but after the Gryffindor Naruto saved her from bullies, she was introduced to a few of his friends and became best friends with Kiba Inuzuka and Shino Aburame.

She also developed a crush on Naruto due to this which is why she always strive to go after his example to never give up and treat everyone in her life fairly even if they don't deserve this all the time.

She eventually became a member of Makarov's Army alongside her friends and it was during this time that she proved herself to be a very talented duelist which is what caused her and her cousin to become friends again.

She eventually participated in the Battle of Hogwarts which she survived but at the cost of her cousin Neji who sacrificed his own life to save her which she never forgave herself for and she lived with this guilt until she passed of old age.

After graduating from Hogwarts, she started working as a healer until she retired and became a housewife after she got married to Naruto who she ended up having two children named Boruto and Himawari together with.

She has an Apple wand with a Unicorn Hair core.

Her Patronus is a Snow Leopard.

Her favorite subjects were Charms and Astronomy.

Her least favorite subjects were History of Magic and Transfiguration.

[scenequeenwritingmachine]

Howl at the Moon

Pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x Fem Reader (Smut)

WC: 4.8k

Summary: After having a get together with your friends, Kiba notces your behavior seems... off

Warnings Under the Cut

Warnings: semi-public blow jobs, dacryphilia, face fucking, biting, friends to lovers

Notes: I imagined the characters in their early 20s when I wrote this. Neji is mentioned to still be alive, so the story isn't fully canon-compliant

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You had been uncharacteristically quiet at dinner. It was the first time you and all of your friends were able to get together in a long time. Sure, many of you ended up in groups together on missions, but that wasn’t really hanging out. Today, however, you were all able to kick back and relax, enjoying eachothers’ company. You had all met up at a local restaurant that was open late, or at least they stayed open for you guys. You weren't really sure, but it was sweet regardless. The food was delicious and the chatter was lively, but you mostly sat back with a quiet smile. Nobody seemed to notice or care too much, though. Shino noticed, but didn't say anything. He thought it was rare for anyone to be quieter than him at a gathering. He could understand Hinata being a little bit quieter, since she was shy. However, you weren't exactly the shy or silent type. He couldn't help but wonder what was up with you.

Your gaze wandered across the table. Naruto and Choji were having an eating contest, with Lee cheering them on. Hinata was a blushing mess since you and the other girls made sure she got the seat next to Naruto. Neji, Shikamaru, and Tenten were chatting casually about something and Sakura and Ino were lightheartedly bickering. Whatever argument they were having ended in giggles. Shino sat adjacent to you, he was unreadable, not responding or reacting to anything. Shikamaru was sitting directly to your left, and Kiba was to your right.

“What idiots,” Kiba said, gesturing towards Naruto and Choji, “is it bad that I kinda want to join them?”

You weren’t sure if he was talking to you, but you couldn't help but chuckle.

He turned to you. “Do you think I should join them?” he asked.

“Only if you want to be an idiot too,” you replied, amusement laced throughout your tone. You soon turned back to your food, going quiet again.

He thought it was kinda weird, usually your banter with him, or anyone for that matter, would last a bit longer. Also, usually you’d initiate interactions with your friends, or at least jump into conversations you were interested in. There had to be an interesting conversation at this table that you’d want to jump into, right? These were your closest friends and you rarely had a chance like this to socialize. Once Kiba came to terms with the idea of you wanting to be left alone, he eventually did jump into the action surrounding Lee, Naruto, and Choji.

You smiled to yourself. He really is just a stupid boy, it's one of the charming things about him.

Eventually, all the food was eaten and the chatter began dying down. You had all stayed at the restaurant into the wee hours of the morning. As much fun as you guys were having, you were also extremely exhausted. Slowly, your friends started leaving, some in pairs and some on their own. You were pretty content and comfortable, so you ended up hanging around until everyone else left. Well, almost everyone. You got up from your seat at the table and stepped outside.

“Hey, you wanna walk back together? We’re going the same direction, it might be kinda awkward if we just kinda follow each other home.” His words caught you off guard, of course you were going to walk home with Kiba, you always did. His place was just a couple blocks down the street from yours.

You looked at him, a puzzled expression on your face, “we always walk home together, I thought that was a given.”

“I don’t know, you’ve been really quiet tonight. I asked ‘cuz it seemed like you might want space or somethin,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze drifting to the ground as if avoiding eye contact.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been spaced out a lot tonight. It doesn’t have anything to do with you or the others, I could actually use the company right now. I honestly didn’t notice how out of it I’ve been,” you explained.

“Okay, I’m just not used to seeing you all quiet. Usually you’re the life of the party,” he said with a slight chuckle at the end.

You looked at him and smiled warmly, “let’s get this show on the road then.”

“You got it!” He hoped you didn’t notice the blush rising to his cheeks. Luckily his clan markings were there to deflect suspicion. Something about the way you smiled at him made his heart rate pick up.

It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. The full moon illuminated your path as you walked at a leisurely pace. Neither you nor Kiba were in any rush to get home. It was late, but the air was warm and although you hadn’t shown it much all night, both of you were in high spirits. Everything felt comfortable with Kiba, he was easy to talk to, but he was also just nice to be near. Both of you were usually pretty outspoken, but silence with him was nice too. There were no other people on the street, nothing was happening at all. Just you and him and the sounds of birds chirping. It was nice to just be.

Eventually, you broke out of your thoughts and glanced over at him. He walked with his hands in his pockets. His brows were knit and he was chewing on the corner of his lip, clearly lost in thought. You studied his face, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hair was fluffy and swaying in the summer breeze, his skin was warm and golden. Your eyes followed the projection of his nose, then over his lips and cute little fangs, and to the curve of his jawline. You always thought Kiba was cute, it was the first word that came to your mind when you met as children, but you had never stopped and really looked at him before.

You broke the silence,“Kiba, you know, you’re kinda beautiful, right?”

He was instantly caught off guard and let out a snort, “WHAT? You’re such a cheeseball, dude.” He was trying to stifle his laughter, but he failed miserably. “That was one of the worst things I’ve ever heard, how did you say it with a straight face?”

You rolled your eyes. “I guess that was pretty bad, but it broke you out of your weird thought trance,” you told him with a giggle.

“You’ve been in a thought trance all night! I spaced out for a sec, but with you I can practically hear the cogs ticking,” he jabbed. Although he thought you were joking with your dumb pickup line, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He never really thought of having feelings for you, or maybe he just didn’t think about the feelings he had for you. You were such a bro to him. He tried to think of you as one of the guys, since you were so chill to hang out with. However, memories of you all dolled up in dresses and applying lip gloss in front of him bubbled up. The way you’d brush your hair and style it to perfection. He even thought of the times when you, Sakura, Tenten, Ino, and Hinata would form your ‘no boys allowed circle’ and whisper and giggle with each other. He couldn’t help but wonder if boys were one of the topics you all gossiped about. Most girls are boy obsessed, right? He wondered if you liked anyone. Although he thought of you as one of his bros, he also really liked how much of a lady you were. Pretty and polished, fun and smart, you were the real deal to him. He just hadn’t noticed until you smiled at him right before starting the trek home, that’s what got him so lost in thought.

You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, he stumbled a foot to the side. He proceeded to do the same thing back to you, this time making you stumble. You kept repeating these actions back and forth, starting with a giggle, but eventually bursting out in full on laughter. After a while, you stopped, your laughter died down and your faces both fell to relaxed smiles.

“You know Keebs, I’m glad I have someone like you in my life, you're pretty cool. Walking home would be pretty damn boring alone.”

His face went bashful again. “You gotta stop saying stuff like that. It almost seems like you like me or something.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. Boys are so stupid and oblivious. Now you fully understand what Hinata has been going through with Naruto. The thing is though, you’re a lot bolder than her.

You and Kiba turned down the last alley before your street. It was pretty narrow and cut between two tall buildings. The alley was a bit dark and creepy, but it beat traveling all the way around the wall of buildings. Kiba was humming to himself and you trailed behind him. However, halfway down the alley, he noticed your footsteps were no longer audible behind him. He turned around.

“Why did you stop?” He asked.

“I was just thinking…” you trailed off.

“Yeah, you’ve been doing that all night,” he cocked a brow. “Why’s this time any different?”

You took a step closer to him, and then another. Again, his heart rate picked up. You stood practically nose to nose with him. He studied your face with furrowed brows, usually he could figure people out pretty easily, but all he could tell right now was that something was off.

“Kiba, I wasn’t joking earlier.” His breath hitched. “You are really pretty, and nice…” you trailed off again and his breathing went shallow. You lifted your fingers to his chest, gently pushing him towards the wall of one of the buildings bordering the alleyway. You leaned into him and whispered, “... and, you smell really good, it was so hard to even function sitting next to you at dinner.”

A surge of energy shot through his body, his eyes went wide and his head fell back, hitting the wall behind him. He made eye contact with the moon and realized what was off about you all night. You were just really fucking horny. He never thought of you as the type, that’s why he didn’t clock it before. Boys tend to have dirty minds, so of course he had his fantasies, but he was oblivious to the idea of you thinking those kinds of things. He had figured girls were too put together to get turned on like that.

“Kiba?” You broke him out of his thoughts for the second time.

He slowly turned his head back down to look at you. The expression on your face sent him reeling. The flush on your cheeks was illuminated by the moonlight. You had heavy eyelids and hazy eyes, your dark lashes framing them perfectly. You looked so pretty, and so damn hungry. Was this really all for him? He wondered how he got so lucky.

You spoke up again, teasingly, “it’s not like you to be left speechless.” Your hands drifted down from where they had been planted on his chest, fingertips gently trailing down the front of his abdomen. He had his leather jacket unzipped tonight due to the warm, summer air. It was such an innocent decision, but now the implications have changed. The only thing that separated your fingertips from his bare skin was his thin, mesh undershirt.

You waited for him to say something, unable to read his expression. Your heart was racing, did you make the right choice? You definitely felt the speed of his heartbeat when your hands were on his chest, but maybe it was due to shock more than it was shared feelings.

He broke the silence, “jeez woman, you really are bold.”

“Yeah? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you asked.

A wide grin spread across his face, “you tell me, sweetheart.”

In an instant, his hands found residence on either side of your face, fingertips lacing into your hair. He pulled you closer to him, closing the last couple inches of space between you with a kiss. You let out the cutest little gasp, eyes fluttering closed. The sound sent another shockwave through his body. You clenched your fists around the part of his shirt where your hands were resting, fingertips finding their way through the gaps in the mesh. Kissing him felt so damn good. His lips were so soft and the way he nipped at you with his perfect, pointy teeth was amazing. Your chest felt so tight, it was hard to breathe, but you couldn't find it in you to pull away from him. The kiss got deeper and deeper. Your fingertips fell lower, first grazing the waistband of his pants and then drifting under his mesh top. You ran your fingertips up over his bare skin and then raked your nails down the front of his abs. Now it was his turn to groan, and it was the prettiest sound you had ever heard.

You suddenly pulled away and looked at him. His pupils were blown and he was panting.

“Heh, what did you pull away for?��� He asked, slight disappointment in his tone.

You flashed him another smile, but this one was laced with mischief. You were clearly planning something.

You slowly sank to your knees, not breaking eye contact with him. His head rolled back again. He closed his eyes as it hit the wall, taking a deep breath to regain composure. After he felt calm enough, he looked back down at you. Your face hadn’t changed, your eyes were still sparkling up at him and your wild smile hadn’t faltered. Now that you had his attention, you could continue with your plan.

Your right fingertips wrapped around the hem of his shirt, you quickly shoved it up over his left pec, palm grazing over his sensitive nipple. Your left hand perched on his right hip. His chest was heaving, eyes fully clouded with lust, his skin was flushed a pretty pink and he was biting his lip so hard you thought he might draw blood. You slowly leaned in and began leaving love bites. He began letting out tiny noises each time you bit him, your kisses felt like heaven against his warm skin. One of his hands fell to the top of your head, gently petting your hair. His other hand was braced against the wall.

Soon though, kisses and gentle nips didn’t feel like enough. You began littering his abdomen with deep purple bruises, but he didn’t seem to mind.

It was getting hard for him to keep his hips against the wall. He was desperately trying not to buck up into your chest. He had been hard since you first whispered in his ear, but now it was starting to get painful. Luckily, you caught on.

You brought your left hand down from his hip and gently brushed it against the prominent bulge in his pants. His teeth released his lip and his eyes rolled back. He let out the most audible noise since you started touching him.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, but it almost sounded like a statement.

You hummed against him before replying. “I could make it worse, Ki-ba~,” you said, annunciating each syllable of his name in a sultry tone. You leaned back.

Kiba opened his mouth, trying to think of something clever to say in response. However, he ended up deciding not to say anything, shutting his mouth once again.

Your right hand let go of his shirt, fingers once again grazing down his chest and abdomen. They drifted through the cute little patch of hairs on his lower belly and then came to rest upon the waistband of his pants. Your left hand pulled away from his bulge and then wrapped around the side of his right thigh, just above the knee. Once you were situated, you leaned in and placed your lips around the outline of his clothed erection. This time it was your turn for your eyes to roll back. He really did smell amazing. Maybe it was just your raging hormones and the pheromones emanating off of him, but you almost felt like you were going to pass out from being so close.

Kiba could barely hear anything over the pounding of his heartbeat, this whole situation was so incredibly hot. He was trying his best to stifle the little gasps and moans that threatened to escape his mouth. His body was rigid, he didn’t want to mess anything up, but the feeling of your mouth was so nice. The contact wasn’t direct, but the way the fabric of his pants was dampening from your saliva sent his mind spiraling.

You pulled away, sitting back on your heels. “You know you can loosen up Keebs, it’s just me~”

“Babe, I think you’re forgetting we’re in an alleyway, practically out of the open, we could get caught,” he pointed out.

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” you asked innocently.

“Fuck...” he thought about it for a moment taking a deep breath. “No,” he breathed out, “I guess it is the middle of the night, and we haven’t seen anyone since we left the restaurant.”

“Okay.” You smiled, now both of your hands were at the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping under them. “Then Kiba, may I?” you asked,” please?”

Your puppy dog eyes and slight pout were impossible to ignore, he nodded his head. That was all the confirmation you needed.

You took a deep breath and began slowly pulling his pants and briefs downwards, uncovering more and more of the hairs that trailed from his belly button downwards. Once you got to the base of his happy trail, you knew it was time. You pulled his clothing down over his bulge. His cock sprang up and slapped against his abdomen. It was such a pretty sight. He had a delicious upward curve, a pretty pink tip, uncut, you were practically drooling at the mouthwatering sight.

“Stop starin’ at it, you’re making me feel all vulnerable n stuff,” he said, looking away from you with a blush.

“Sorry, you just look really nice.”

He looked like the most erotic piece of art you had ever seen. His mesh undershirt had fallen down when you let go of it, but you could see all the hickies you left across his body through the gaps in the fabric. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was wild, falling in pretty waves that framed the top of his face. His lips were parted and puffy, swollen from the earlier kisses and the bites he used to muffle his sounds. His skin was dark and tan, with a beautiful pink flush. He looked ethereal under the moonlight.

He couldn’t deny how cute you looked, either. Your small hands holding the waistband of his pants a quarter of the way down his thighs, your eyes big and shiny. The shadow of his cock over your face only added to how pretty you already looked.

You leaned in a little closer, starting by taking one of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently.

He groaned, “jeez, you’re crazy, you know that?”

You hummed in response, the vibration adding to the wonderful feeling your mouth was giving him.

After a few moments, your right hand let go of his pants and you lifted it upwards. Your thumb was the first thing to touch the tip of his cock, then you let your palm and the rest of your fingers wrap around the upper half of it. You used your thumb as leverage and began to pump up and down, gliding with small strokes. You released the ball you were sucking on from your mouth, moving your attention to the other one.

You watched his eyes close. His brows were knit and his jaw was clenched tight. He was trying his best to maintain his composure, he had a funny feeling that you were just warming him up.

He was right.

“Hey hey, Kiba, look at me,” you said gently.

He opened his eyes again. He looked down to see your mouth had pulled off of him, but your hand was still lightly pumping him. He lifted his hand off of your hair and used his fingers to smooth out what he had messed up. Then he brushed the hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear.

“Are you ready?” you asked.

He nodded vigorously.

He watched as you moved your hand from the head of his cock down to the base. The anticipation of you lowering it towards your glossy, spit stained lips was almost agonizing. Then his head reached your mouth. You started by giving it a gentle kiss, and then a couple kitten licks while lazily pumping the base. Finally, you wrapped your lips around him.

He couldn’t help the loud groan he let out, your mouth was just too warm and wet and perfect. He silently prayed that this wasn’t just a wet dream he’d wake up from at any moment. If this was real, even if you never touched him again, he’d have the best jerk off material he could ask for saved in his mind for the rest of his life. If there is a next time, he hopes he gets bold enough to make sure you take your shirt off first.

He wasn’t really sure what to do with his hands once your head started bobbing up and down his cock, inch by inch. He decided to try to keep brushing your hair back every time it fell into your pretty face. He moved the hand that he had been using to brace himself against the wall up, using it to wipe away the sweat that had been accumulating on his face.

After working him for a while, you decided he was being too quiet and pulled off. “Kiba, please use me,” you told him. “I want to hear you.” You let go of his cock and grasped the hand that had been playing with your hair, maneuvering it until his fingers were fully entangled against your scalp. “You can be as rough as you need, I promise I don’t mind.”

Again, you wrapped your lips around his cock, this time without using your hands, and sucked it down as far as you could go comfortably, stopping at that point. Then, you just looked up at him patiently, mouth full. You were as comfortable as you could get while on your knees in an alleyway. You sat with your hands resting on your thighs, waiting for his move.

He stared at you for a moment, unsure of exactly what you wanted him to do. Then, it hit him. He began gently thrusting up into your mouth. You hummed in approval, he finally got the message. He began speeding up, still trying to hold back as much as possible, not wanting to hurt you, but it started feeling too fucking good. Expletives left his mouth as you sucked him, he had never felt anything like this before.

“Shit, shit, fuck, sweetheart,” he cried out. Eventually he gave in, it wasn’t enough. “I’m so sorry, babe,” he reached his limit and his control broke.

In an instant the hand that he wasn’t already using threaded into the hair on the back of your head. He then forcefully shoved your head down until your nose was buried in the patch of hairs at the base of his cock. Tears welled in your eyes and you choked, the constriction of your throat increasing the wonderful sensation of your mouth tenfold. He proceeded to practically pull you all the way off, only to shove you right back down again, hard. He was wildly thrusting up into you as he used your mouth as a fleshlight, setting a relentless pace. He wanted to control himself, but he was too far gone at this point. He was getting loud, moaning and gasping, letting out a mixture of curses and your name. At this point, you were whining against him and full out crying. As your tears ran down, they mixed with the saliva pooling on his cock. It was pretty clear that you had put on mascara today from the way it was now all smudged and running down your face. He was so scared that he was hurting you, but his worries were quelled by the way you moaned and hummed against him as he fucked your face. It was hard for him to really process anything aside from the pleasure he was receiving, but he just barely managed to catch the way your left hand moved up under your top towards your breast, which you soon began to knead. You were definitely enjoying this.

“Baby, honey, sweetheart.. FUCK, I’m getting s-so close. Gonna cum soon,” he babbled.

You tried to nod in acknowledgment, but that was pretty difficult, given your predicament. You instead opted to let out a little “mmhm” around his cock and braced yourself to the best of your ability.

“Yeah, yes~ oh please, baby please,” he was practically shouting at this point. You weren’t too concerned about anyone waking up or hearing you guys before, but you didn’t expect him to get quite this loud. It was hard to care about getting caught though, he was being such a good boy for you.

All of a sudden, he pulled you down as far as he possibly could and held you there. You were squirming and choking around him as he came, his eyes squeezed shut as his body spasmed. You tried your best to relax your jaw, focusing on soaking in the wonderful groan he let out as he orgasmed.

After a moment of shaking, he finally released your head and you pulled off. You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to open his eyes again and look at you. You had a surprise for him.

Once his eyes fluttered open again, he looked at you. “Fuck, that was really something else.”

You smiled at him sweetly, then you proceeded to open your mouth. You hadn’t swallowed his release yet. You stuck your tongue out and some of his cum dripped off onto the dirt below you. The rest of it was pooled in your mouth, white and shiny. It was utterly filthy. Once you made sure he got a good look and was paying attention, you closed your mouth and swallowed. You then opened your mouth again to show him exactly what you just did, now it was clean and empty.

“Fuck, dude,” was all he managed to say.

It made you giggle. Oh how you love dumb, pretty boys.

You slowly began to stand up, trying your best to dust off your knees. “I can tell you aren’t the kind of guy to pump and dump from the way you’re still hard, but I don’t really want to be stuck in an alley all night,” you told him.

Once you were at eye level again, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, seemingly not caring that he just shot his load down your throat. You let out a squeak and melted into him. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you felt his out and proud cock brush against your hip. His right hand drifted down from your neck to your waist and he pulled your body flush against his. He flipped your places as he made out with you, caging you against the wall. You were like putty in his hands. He pulled away, saliva still connecting your mouths together.

“Ya know, surprise alleyway blowjobs are great and all, but I really like kissing you.”

Now it was your turn to go bashful.

He leaned in again, peppering kisses along your cheek and jawline until he finally reached your mouth again.

“Kiiiibaaa,” you drawled.

He pulled off of you and stepped back. “Yeah, yeah, I guess I don’t wanna be stuck in an alley all night either, we should get home,” he replied to your unspoken question. He leaned down to pull his briefs and pants up, getting a glance at your legs in the process, “damn, you really do have hooker knees right now.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to wear shorts again for the next week or so as you wait for the bruises to dissipate.

“You’re such an idiot Keebs,” you giggled, but soon your tone got a bit more serious. “I was thinking though, my place is before yours and since we’re both still dealing with a little problem, do you maybe wanna come in?”

A wide grin spread across his face, “yeah, I think I’d like that.”

[kankuroplease]

What skills or any traits do Uchiha clan members like from the other clans they know in your AU?

Tajima - absolutely nothing. Uchiha is the best and there is not a single thing he’d ever admit to liking about any other clan

Sumi - she thinks the Hyuga have pretty eyes.

Madara - he’d probably think the red hair and the chakra of the Uzumaki were appealing

Inari - Akimichi women, enough said

Kota - what Tajima said

Tenko - would think the sharp teeth on some of the Hoshigaki and Hozuki are cool.

Izuna - I think he’d be fascinated by all kekkei genkai tbh, even if he doesn’t vocalize it

Ringo - the Inuzuka’s bond with their ninken is very charming to her

[superbiam]

another NaruHina fic drabble

Professor! Naruto & Professor! Hinata - Modern Konoha setting

Naruto sat in the teachers lounge as he talked about proposing to his girlfriend over the weekend.

They had only been dating for 3 years, more like 2 years since they weren’t really exclusive for the first year but she insisted on making it count.

in all honestly, even though he sounds like a coward and an asshole, he didn’t want to propose but after constant scrutiny of his soon to be father in law that he wanted his only daughter to be happily married and probably just want an heir to their clan, he gave him the ring his daughter had been gushing over for him to pop the question.

clan shit Naruto couldn’t be bothered with.

Also, his fiancee wanted to get engaged as it seemed her well put together and successful friends were either engaged or recently married, her being the only one without a boyfriend let alone a serious relationship took it upon herself to claim they had been serious since the beginning of them dating. God forbid she was left behind.

She kept nagging him to basically propose to her.

Naruto could’ve easily walked away clean since the hints started to drop but he just ended up convincing himself it was time to settle down and start a family.

The couple got along, for the most part. Naruto got along with his family as he was funny, charming, and very handsome.

He was easy going ... too easy going.

Naruto knew he was attractive to a healthy point, he was far from narcissistic, and he knew he had many admirers at work and anywhere he went he always had some flirtatious interaction with other women without him engaging or indulging them, women were bold.

As the conversation went on the vice principal walked in with three unknown people trailing behind him.

Two women and one man.

Iruka, the vice principal started to introduce them three new employees but all sound drowned out of Naruto’s ears and he hyper focused on his new colleague, a beautiful woman with the softest lavender eyes.

His breath caught on his throat when he noticed her looking at him.

“Naruto are you listening? hello!” Iruka sensei now obstructed his view of the gorgeous ninja.

Naruto snapped out of his trance.

“Gee as the head of administration you’re really not making a good first impression to the new teachers.” Iruka huffed feigning annoyance.

All three greeted Naruto.

“Nice to meet you. My name is Kiba Inuzuka.”

“Hello, my name is Sakura Haruno.”

“Hello, i’m Hinata Hyuga, it’s a pleasure to meet you Naruto-kun”

Hinata Hyuga.

He was indeed fucked.

Lol i suck at writing pt.2

idk what will come of this. i suck at writing but i love drama and drabbles, pointers will be greatly appreciated!

[usagirln12003]

Hinata Hyuga: Hogwarts AU

Hinata Hyuga is a Pureblood witch that was born on the 27th of December 1978 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1990, being sorted into Hufflepuff House.

She has a Willow wand with a Unicorn Hair core.

Her Patronus is a Tiger.

Her favorite subject is Charms and her least favorite subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

She was one of Hufflepuff's Chasers from her fifth year onward.

As a child, Hinata was soft-spoken and polite, always addressing people with proper honourifics. She is kind, always thinking of others more than for herself, caring for their feelings and well-being. She doesn't like being confrontational for any reason. This led to her being meek or timid to others, as her overwhelming kindness can render her unable to respond or act for fear of offending somebody. Her father's constant push to alter this personality trait when she was younger only made it worse, eroding Hinata's self-confidence and making her even more bashful because she gained so little faith in herself and opinions. Despite being disinherited, Hinata loves her family very much, as shown when she "agreed" to marry Toneri in order to rescue Hanabi even though she knew it meant breaking Naruto's heart and the possibility she and Toneri actually would get married.

Hinata's outlook sees a shift after she befriended Kiba Inuzuka and Shino Aburame. Whereas her father and much of the Hyūga family had decided she was a lost cause who would never amount to anything, her friends considers her a valuable person with her special strong points. Originally, she would over-rely on her boys, looking to them in times of difficulty to save her from situations that make her uncomfortable. It is for her friends - among other reasons - that Hinata starts seeking to change herself, as she wishes to help her friends rather than burden them.

Hinata's primary motivation is Naruto Uzumaki, with whom she has been fascinated since meeting him. He initially gained her attention because of his kindness to her and outspoken nature, and then kept her attention because of similarities that Hinata perceived to herself: Naruto had a painful childhood without the love of parents, a fate worse than the mere difficulty she had with her own father, and he craves the attention and acknowledgement of anybody, just as Hinata wants to please her father. But whereas Hinata lost faith in herself, Naruto always believed he can accomplish any given task if he tries hard enough. She admires him deeply for this courage and over time fell deeply in love with him, which manifests as increased shyness and speechlessness when around him, something that became apparent to everyone, apart from ironically Naruto himself. Hinata strives to prove herself to others, but mostly to gain the attention and worthiness of Naruto. She emulates him to this purpose, adopting his life-code of never giving up to improve herself. To that end, she stops running from confrontation, instead doing all that she can to face it, even in the face of failure to keep trying, and willing to risk her life for her loved ones and the Wizarding World. By the end of her fourth year, her families' faith in her is restored and strengthened.

Throughout the years, Naruto remains her primary motivation; she willingly faced Pain to protect Naruto, despite knowing she has no chance of winning. She even defends Naruto from himself when he's in doubt, repeating to him his refusal to never give up. Two years after the war, upon achieving her greatest dream of having her love reciprocated by Naruto to form a deep and committed relationship together, she became more expressive about her feelings. She is even able to laugh openly because of it. After marrying Naruto and he becomes the new Minister of Magic, Hinata remains supportive of him and his increased responsibilities, even though she yearns for him to be home more often. As a mother and wife, she has become a master homemaker, keeping the family well-structured yet well-adjusted and happy. While very loving and supportive of her family, she is equally strict and assertive. Her newfound structured nature made her very intimidating and more easily angered when her family acts up, easily keeping them in line and swiftly punishing them for their misconduct. She is also insightful and wise with her words, realising that her children, particularly Boruto, take after Naruto in the desire to prove themselves to others and that she must believe in them to do things on their own.

[fictionaladoptionpolls]

Tsumugi Inuzuka

Age: 4

Home: Musashino (Sweetness and Lightning)

Likes: Yummy food (especially cherry tomatoes), Magi-Girl

Dislikes: Green peppers, classmates being mean

Most of the kids in this bracket are exceptional in some way. They’re dragons, or magical girls, or robots, or they were ordinary kids until they ran into a magical fairy or an apocalypse or a middle-aged con artist or something. Most truly ordinary children here are children in extraordinary circumstances. Tsumugi is four, and she likes cooking with Daddy.

Tsumugi is, in many ways, a normal preschooler. She wants to be good, within the limits of her understanding and attention span. She wants to do fun stuff, and avoid boring stuff, and eat good food. She doesn’t quite understand where Mommy went. She has a vivid imagination, unhindered by what she doesn’t know about the world and fueled by what she does.

Tsumugi is in this bracket not because of her concept, but because of her execution. If you’ve watched (or read) Sweetness and Lightning, you know what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, I’m not sure what I can tell you to convey the way she’s written, animated, acted. Maybe you’ll get some idea if I show you what Tumblr thinks? (You'd get a better idea if I showed you the gifs, but I'm not doing that. For reasons.)

Props to Sweetness and Lightning for being one of the few anime where the child characters are played by actual children. I feel like if they'd taken the easier route and cast adult seiyuu to do squeaky voices, it'd have a lot less charm and the cute or more emotional moments wouldn't hit as well as they do with child VAs

Fanart of Tsumugi Inuzuka! Her relationship with her father is so wholesome and there is also cooking/food involved in the Anime just chef's kiss man

baby tsumugi has a spell that makes me need to see my neices [sic] or ill die

(Also this post, which I'm not sure anyone would believe was real if I quoted if instead of linking it.)

[jacksgreysays]

Primadonna Girl (this and that and everything, etc), (2023-03-15)

Primadonna Girl (fills the void up with celluloid)

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As head of the Nara clan’s R&D, Takatori has the authority to approve sabbaticals, training trips, and other long term research projects of those nature by himself. Normally, he wouldn’t bother pushing it further up the chain, but this application has one particularly glaring detail he’d rather not deal with.

So now it’s Kinokawa-kun’s problem.

“Ah,” says Kinokawa-kun upon reaching the part of Nara Souichi’s application that also gave Takatori pause. There is a long moment of considering silence before he asks, pointedly, “Is he… motivated?”

The old adage that word references used to be more joke than threat: after all, a focused Inuzuka, an angry Aburame, and a motivated Nara were so rare that it would be more likely to be struck by lightning. Without the use of ninjutsu, that is. But since the professional debut of the generation between Takatori and Kinokawa-kun, that idiom has transformed fully into the warning it always seemed. For the Nara it has also become a precautionary tale.

Nowadays the clan as a whole is motivated, a grim and bitter spite-fueled sort of motivation, but it’s when individual clan members become noticeably motivated that the situation becomes… concerning.

Takatori mentally runs through what he knows about Nara Souichi: Eighteen years old. Chuunin rank as of two years ago. Born out-village, originally from the eastern indigo farm. For the Academy, he was fostered in-village with Shingon Ritsu—one of the Seal Research Group’s more prolific members—it’s from her that Takatori knows the more interesting anecdotes.

Like the time Souichi petitioned the Academy to give boys the option to join the kunoichi lessons. Or how he spent three weeks pestering the various bat summoners of the clan so that he could survey the different species’ calls. Or the way he invented a code based on the Seal Research Group’s founder’s original notes and mostly used it to play word games with his peers.

Intelligent? Yes, even amongst the clan. Passionate? Almost frustratingly so. Determined? Undoubtedly.

But… the specific, concerning type of motivated that caused their members to push too hard, too fast and lose themselves?

“No,” Takatori finally answers, “he should be fine.” Glancing at the section of the application specifying location, he continues, “If it were anywhere else, I’d have approved without bothering you, but as it is…”

“Yes, I understand,” Kinokawa-kun says. There is a pause before he adds, “I’ll ask Temari-nee, if she thinks it’s safe enough we can approve him for a short trip at least.”

Takatori nods, accepting the acting clan head’s decision. He is simultaneously relieved that the matter has been taken out of his hands, curious as to what the outcome will be, and worried.

It will be the first time in over a decade that a Nara goes to Sand.

—

He is not allowed to stop being the Kazekage—his heaviest, least wanted role—but when he goes to the Garden, at least he can also be Kankurou again.

“… it wasn’t the worst performance, but most of the charm is lost when you replace the puppets with actual people,” he says, the kind of incessant chattering that would have once made Temari threaten to suffocate him, or lament not having done so when they were kids.

Now she just rolls her eyes and ignores him, perusing through the files of Suna personnel he brought for her. Is this treason? Maybe. But if he has to be the Kazekage, then he’s going to make it work for him.

Or for his understandably cautious sister as the case may be.

Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

“Why’s this one here?” Temari says, pulling out one file in particular: Kiriue Tomoyo, nineteen years old, special jounin, medic nin.

Kankurou barks out a laugh, he knew she’d go for that one.

“I asked for jounin,” Temari complains even as she goes through the file more thoroughly. None of the other files received more than a cursory glance.

“She’s more than qualified, certainly would have kicked my ass at that age. She’d be a jounin already if she weren’t so misanthropic.” Kankurou says. Then, with another laugh, he adds, “Hell, I’d make her Kazekage if I thought I could get away with it.”

Temari purses her lips. The moment of silence is old, well worn, absent echoes of her retaliation and his frustration.

“… how misanthropic are we talking?” Temari, ever the diplomat, breaks the silence.

Kankurou, more appreciative of such things, jumps to answer. “Above average,” he says, because even he has to admit that the shinobi of Suna are far from friendly. “But not, you know, Sasori levels.”

No murdering people to make human puppets, thank god.

“But she’s a medic nin?” Temari prompts.

“She’s mostly in research since her bed side manner sucks. She thinks people are annoying and stupid.”

“And you think she’s fit to bodyguard a Nara for a month?”

Kankurou shrugs. “If it doesn’t all end in disaster, I can probably use this to promote her to jounin,” he says, and doesn’t bring up the fact that Temari also hasn’t taken a second look at any of the other files. “I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

—

Seikou Houshi is lucky. Or, at least, that’s what they’ve been told.

From the outside, it’s not a great look that a descendant of one of the excommunicated councilors is in the Poison Corps, but Houshi’s reputation is pretty harmless and more about research than combat. The only reason why they’re in the Poison Corps in the first place is because they’re fascinated by the conservation and maintenance of the most poisonous and venomous creatures in the world rather than any desire to use said poisons or venoms against another human being.

And, also, most other corps and departments have a soft ban on Houshi… for the whole “their grandfather was part of a conspiracy that nearly sent Suna into war with the literal most powerful village in the continent.” So no combat roles for them. That’s fine.

The fact that Houshi could even achieve chuunin rank is testament to that supposed luck, though they would argue that effort definitely went into it. After all, the eclectic mixture of seemingly noncombat skills wouldn’t normally make an effective shinobi, but that’s perhaps the point.

Houshi will likely never be sent out on missions. Houshi will probably never achieve a higher rank. Houshi will never be given any amount of authority in Suna.

But, unlike the rest of the Seikou family, they’re not dead. So Houshi is lucky.

They have a fulfilling job in a lab in the Garden of Life from Death studying the various once-extinct-but-no-longer flora and fauna that live in the oasis. Every so often, when the Academy sends a class on a field trip to the Garden, they’re in charge of teaching the students about lesser known poisons and venoms. And nobody looks too closely at the fact that Houshi has been desperately, heartbreakingly alone since they were six years old and their grandfather risked the entire family line on a stupid political maneuver that failed utterly.

But Houshi is lucky, right? They don’t know enough to think otherwise.

~

A/N: I had an idea to set up these three for a B-sides outsider POV for the bleak!Primadonna AU--but then I didn't really know what to do with them, I don't know if they would be finding out what happened to Gaara or if they become a support system for Shikadai, Kako, and Kankurou to secretly train in the Gardens or what... But by the time I realized I had no idea what to do with them, I was already two thirds of the way through and I just figured let's finish it, post it, and future me can always come back and use them for whatever.

Also, part of it is that similar to Shikako's genin students in vows under the auspices (only shooting stars) these characters are not entirely OCs in that they are just adapted into the Naruto world. I even made stats for them. Unfortunately, they are real people from a podcast that I listen to and I then got weird about it.

[kiljoius-writes]

Cooler Than Me - Chapter 4

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Chapter 4: Day One - Hanabi

Hanabi huffs as she stomps through the gates, throwing her glare at anyone who looks at her questioningly.

That damn Konohamaru.

That damn Kiba.

He’s just so annoying. So stupid, so rude. So ridiculous. So cute.

NO.

Hanabi has to remind herself she’s mad at him when his face flashes across her mind. He’s just so damn charming. If he wasn’t, he’d have been dead long ago.

She looks over her shoulder to see Tenten sitting on the edge of the railing of the watchtower, swinging her legs. Hanabi’s stomach flips as her gaze lingers for a little too long.

Tenten’s hair is just so perfect, Hanabi thinks. She wonders if it’s transformation jutsu that keeps her buns so perfectly neat and high, even after hours of sparring or combat. And her uniform is just so crisp, her weapons always shiny and dangerous-looking.

Hanabi doesn’t think it’s fair for one person to be so good looking. It makes her want to blind herself so she doesn’t have to be graced with such beauty.

The worst part is that Tenten is nice. So nice, in fact, it is impossible for Hanabi to dislike her, even though she really, really wants to.

They may have been trying to keep it a secret, but they were so obvious. Kiba and Tenten are seeing each other, and it makes Hanabi want to scream. Some days, she’s tempted to write a letter to her cousin, pretending she’s in danger, to get him to return faster. That way, Tenten will go back to being enamored with his stupid face instead of the stupid face Hanabi’s enamored with.

Ever since she caught them making out outside of an izakaya at the devil’s hour, whenever she sees Kiba, she can only see Tenten’s lips on his, and she wants to cry like some pathetic baby. It’s just not fair. Everyone tells her she’s beautiful, but she just can’t believe it. Not when Kiba Inuzuka of all people hasn’t told her so himself. She wonders why his eyes always glaze over when she’s around.

She’s tried everything. Changing her shampoo from something flowery to something scentless. Showing more skin to the point even Natsu was scolding her. Bringing him his favorite barbeque. But no, Tenten brings him ramen and he’s over the moon.

Idiot.

Hanabi waves at her older sister as she passes the field of the Academy. She flashes as bright a smile as possible despite her headache at the children who look at her. Hinata told her some weeks ago that she scares children with her classic Hyuga stone-cold expression. Hanabi said she’d try harder not to look like such a bitch. Hinata immediately kicked her out of her room.

“Hey!”

She groans when she hears Konohamaru’s voice. She rolls her eyes and spins on her heel to face him. “What?”

“Are we going to the Hokage’s tower, or…?” he asks while rubbing at his abdomen.

Hanabi clicks her tongue. “You are. I have to drop off this scroll to Itachi.”

“Gonna leave me to do the report?” Konohamaru’s face falls and she wants to laugh.

“Yep. Better get to it, Honorable Grandson.”

“Hey—I’m sorry, okay?” Konohamaru steps forward, tilting his head down at her.

Hanabi wants to groan, but doesn’t. He’s too kind for her to belittle, at least right now. “It’s fine, Konohamaru.”

“Really, I am,” he tries again, stepping closer. She steps back and shakes her head. Sometimes, she wishes Konohamaru would be better receptive of her feelings. “It just kind of came out.”

“Can you go now?” Hanabi presses, shifting her eyes.

“Are we good?”

“As good as we can be.”

“And that means…?”

“It means what it means. Goodbye.”

Hanabi ignores the crestfallen look on his face and turns around.

Sometimes, she wonders why she even still does this stupid job. When she signed up to be part of the Hokage’s guard, it was to skirt clan duties. But then Konohamaru followed her like the puppy he was, and now she’s with him nearly every day.

Their relationship was complicated. A lot of people liked to pair them up based on their statuses, pushed them together like they did Naruto and Hinata. Heiresses of the Hyuga with the son and grandson of Hokage’s just seemed to be everyone’s jam for some reason. Konohamaru is too much like Naruto, and she sees how Naruto turned out. No thank you.

No, Hanabi had a crush on Konohamaru when they were kids, but it remained there as far as she was concerned.

“I’m here to see Itachi.” Hanabi leans on her right foot in front of two Uchiha guards standing outside of where she knew Itachi would be.

“He’s busy at the moment,” one of them responds, tartly. She rolls her eyes and activates her byakugan. “Hey! You can’t use that here!”

“It’s just him and Shisui in there.” She quickly deactivates it, perking an eyebrow up at the one who told her no. She sucks in a deep breath. “SHISUI!!!”

“Is that my bratty Hyuga I hear?!”

Hanabi lets a smirk tug her lips up as the Uchiha men visibly grimace as the door flies open, Shisui’s grin greeting her. She groans when he charges at her, throwing her over his shoulder and swiftly carrying her inside, slamming the door closed behind him. “Put me down! I’m too big for you to do that now!!!”

“Nahhh—” Shisui chuckles as he tosses her down and she huffs, smoothing out her skirt.

“Or rather, you’re too old,” Hanabi snarks and Shisui bellows out a laugh. “That why you didn’t come to my party last night?”

“I am getting up there, little Hyuga.” He roughly pats her head and she swats at his hand. “Can’t keep up with you babies. I heard it was fun, though.”

“Yeah, until Udon pulled down Moegi’s shirt,” Hanabi growls.

“Yikes.” Shisui grimaces. “Glad I wasn’t there, then. I’ll stick to my beer and books.”

“Hanabi,” Itachi cuts in, looking tired of this conversation. “I’m happy to see you, but what is it you’ve come for?”

“This.” Hanabi fishes into her satchel, pulling out a scroll. Itachi tilts his head curiously as she hands it over. She shrugs. “It’s from father. Dunno what it is.”

“Thank you.” He nods, accepting it.

“Probably making more demands,” Shisui comments loftily, settling next to Hanabi. “Maybe he’s trying to get Hanabi married off to you, huh, Lord Itachi?”

“Gross.” Hanabi sticks out her tongue, then immediately frowns when Itachi perks an eyebrow at her. “Sorry. I just mean, well. You’re old.”

“Good ol’ Hanabi.” Shisui roughs up her hair. “When are you going to come play shogi with me? Itachi’s too easy to beat, I need a challenge.”

Hanabi snickers as Itachi sighs, unraveling the scroll. She looks up at Shisui and shrugs. “Could always ask Shikamaru? I’ve been busy.”

“You’re busy? Have you seen that guy?” Shisui coughs into his fist and shakes his head. “We’re on our 100th dojo. I’m kind of wondering where all the money for this is coming from. Shikamaru seems like the kind of guy who has connections for dirty money.”

“Loaned out from the Hyuga.” Hanabi sets her hands on her hips and puffs out her chest. “With a heavy interest rate.”

“Yikes again.” Shisui tuts. “Using those eyes to find hidden treasure?” He blinks down at her and she watches his eyes flash red. She squints at him and puts her hand over his eyes. He laughs, forcing her hand off. “Man, why are you soooo cool, Hanabi?”

“Why are you suuuuch a jerk, Shisui?” Hanabi retorts, glaring now.

“ITACHI!”

Hanabi whirls around, blinking at the door and the voice screaming from the other side. She looks back at Itachi. “You’re popular today.”

“Just—it’s fine, send them in.” Itachi sighs out, beckoning a hand. Shisui dutifully rips open the door once more, and a blond head of hair comes skipping in.

Ah, yes, another woman who makes Hanabi want to be blind. Ino Yamanaka. Effortlessly (but with much effort) beautiful. The way her hair cascades up and out, her gem-like eyes, her smooth skin.

Hanabi thinks it’s just wrong that her sister’s entire class of ladies are drop dead gorgeous. How is that fair?

And of course, the beautiful bouquet she’s holding only makes her prettier. Shisui whistles. “That’s a pretty nice arrangement. One of my admirers must have been feeling colorful today, huh?”

“Sorry, not for you.” Ino shakes her head, making her way straight to Itachi. Hanabi giggles as Itachi’s expression turns confused. “For the one and only leader of the Uchiha.”

“What?” Itachi asks, dumbly. “For me?”

“Are you the leader of the Uchiha?” Ino asks sarcastically, rolling her eyes as she shoves them into his chest.

“I-uhm-I’m flattered, Ms. Yamanaka—”

“Oh my GODS,” Ino screeches, a look of disgust coming over her face. Hanabi and Shisui immediately buckle to their knees in laughter. “These are not from me, who in the world do you think you are?!”

Hanabi doesn’t think she’s ever seen Itachi turn such a deep red that it matched the sharingan, but it is thoroughly amusing.

“O-of course—” Itachi clears his throat, still looking confused and embarrassed. Ino tosses her hair over her shoulder effortlessly and flashes one of those dazzling smiles.

“You have a secret admirer, Lord Itachi.” She giggles, looking back at Hanabi to wink at her. Hanabi pales.

“The way you just looked at me makes it seem like they were from me,” Hanabi snaps, squinting her glare at Ino now. Ino cackles.

“Not for me to reveal!”

“Not like it isn’t obvious, anyway,” Hanabi scoffs, folding her arms. Everyone turns to look at her simultaneously and she raises her eyebrows at them.

Is everyone around her stupid? “Darling Hyuga, please indulge us.” Shisui tilts his head at her, blinking his pretty black eyes at her.

Hanabi shakes her head. “Inuzuka. The older one.”

“HANA?!” Shisui gasps and Hanabi thought it would be impossible for Itachi to turn even redder than he already was, but here they are.

“My my,” Ino tuts, folding her arms and tapping her foot, “called her out just like that, huh, baby Hanabi?”

“Can everyone please stop calling me a baby!” Hanabi groans, throwing her head back.

“This is truly a remarkable conversation, Shisui, Ino—” Itachi cuts in again, setting the bouquet to the side. He casts his gaze at Hanabi before continuing, “but if you’ll excuse me, baby Hanabi, I must pen out a reply to your father.”

Now it’s Ino and Shisui falling over each other in laughter as Hanabi’s eyes turn veiny.

Shisui wipes a phantom tear from his cheek, then stumbles over to Hanabi. “Sure thing, boss. Allow me to take out the trash.”

Hanabi’s eyes go wide as Shisui’s sinister grin turns to her. She squeals as she bolts away.

A/N: Hi. Uploads will be erratic at best. I hope you'll be patient with me. Thank you. &lt;3

[historias-multorum]

FULL NAME : Hana Inuzuka

NICKNAME : None

TITLE : Medic, Animal specialist, Field operator 

» bold: applicable » italics: somewhat or conditionally applicable » strikethrough: … goes to great lengths to hide it

╳ FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical |cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive

♔ STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring| brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

🖌 SKILLS & HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | beach combing | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | sparring in general | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing

tagged by: @mistdaze​ (This was from a looong time ago najkdsand)​

tagging: @galaxyinfinitum @lunaferrous @apocalypta-secundus @erthlyheavn​ and anyone who wants to give it a go!

[firecoloredwater]

Okay apparently AO3 is having issues?  Seems to be working for me but full fic under the cut anyway.  4.5k words

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There are shinobi in town today.

A lot of shinobi, stopping on their way back from the capital, or possibly the coast, if the rumors Isamu has heard are accurate. The rumors disagree about which clan: Uchiha, Senju, Hatake, Inuzuka, Uzumaki; Isamu had heard all of them at least once.

He’ll find out more later, once the shinobi clear out. For now, Isamu is staying as far away as possible. Can’t attract attention if they never see him in the first place!

Also, the rice always needs something, and Isamu is good at noticing which fields are getting dry or too wet or infested with pests before real damage sets in. So he has a very good reason to be out here, making his way slowly through the fields, all day.

Sometimes Aunt Keiko says that it was the only reason she’d taken him in, when he acted like a brat and had such an obviously bad history. But she’d taken him in years before anyone realized what good intuition Isamu had for plants, so everyone just laughs when she says it. Including Aunt Keiko; she's good at keeping a straight face, but not that good, once everyone else is laughing already.

Hanako’s father also said once that that was why he’d let Isamu marry Hanako, because he knew Isamu would be good at taking care of flowers. Isamu hadn’t known how to respond, and his words had mostly just tripped over themselves, trying to thank his father-in-law and promise to take care of Hanako at the same time, but everyone else had laughed.

If his father-in-law ever makes that joke again, Isamu will have a cleverer answer. Something about… gardens? Coming from the forest? Hanako makes it really hard to joke about taking care of her, the way she likes to look at him even when her parents are present, so that's probably out.

He should bring her flowers. There are plenty growing wild near the rice fields; he can stop and get some before he goes home. Whenever that is. Hopefully soon, because the shinobi had arrived last night, so Isamu got up and left for the rice fields before dawn to avoid them. He’s not tired yet but he will be by mid-afternoon, probably.

He goes back to inspecting the fields. One feels a little weak, probably too wet, which will be annoying to deal with. But better than if the rice was sick. Pests are the worst.

There are a few other farmers scattered around the fields, checking on the rice and pulling weeds, but not close enough for Isamu to talk to them. There’s also a man Isamu doesn’t recognize, who walks out of the woods and into the fields, which would normally be Isamu’s cue to go confront the stranger in case he’s a bandit.

But the man has light hair and blue armor that Isamu has seen before, and he walks on top of the water, seeming to peer down into it as he paces slowly around the edges of the fields and along channels. He’s definitely not a bandit, and Isamu isn’t going to confront a shinobi no matter what he might be up to. If he wants to poison the rice or tear up the entire field, they’ll deal with that after he leaves.

The man leaves after a few hours, without having spoken to anyone. Isamu goes back to trailing his hands through the rice, searching for the feel of weeds that haven’t yet grown tall enough to see the normal way.

The town’s head is Taro. He’s friendly, and a little arrogant, but it’s the charming sort: he thinks so highly of himself that he thinks highly of everyone around him too. And he named all of his sons something-taro, even though that wasn’t any sort of tradition.

Kintaro is the third. He’s twelve, with a lot of his father’s personality, good-natured and energetic and only slightly more humble. It’s getting close to noon when he comes running over to the rice fields. To Isamu, which isn’t a good sign at all.

“The ninja want to talk to you,” Kintaro says. He’s very clearly out of breath, and trying to hide it, but he’s not so preoccupied that he misses Isamu’s expression. “Um, not about you. About the rice.”

Isamu starts back toward town. A fast walk, so that Kintaro can keep up and still talk, and hopefully the shinobi won’t mind the wait. They can’t expect too much speed, Isamu hopes. “Why do they care about the rice?”

“They’re building a village, or they have a village, they weren’t clear—anyway, they want to know what it would take for us to grow more rice.”

“So it’s the Senju?” The town is in Senju lands. Off on the southeastern edge, so they don’t see the Senju that often and do see shinobi from other clans passing through regularly, but the Senju are the only ones that might turn to them for more rice. Unless some other clan’s lands are having a drought or a blight, but Isamu hasn’t heard of anything like that.

“It’s the Senju and the Uchiha,” Kintaro says.

They’re enemies, Isamu almost says, except that hasn’t been true for a few years. He’s the only one that seems to have trouble remembering. Which is worrying, except his memory is fine about everything else since he woke up here as a child.

He has way bigger things to worry about, anyway. Maybe the shinobi won’t care about him—he runs his hands through his hair, pulling it forward to hide the scar on his face—but he’s probably not going to be able to tell them what they want to hear.

And with Uchiha here too… Isamu doesn’t want to tell any shinobi something they don’t want to hear, but especially not an Uchiha. All shinobi are dangerous, but Uchiha are unreasonable.

Of course, Taro should have been able to tell them that. It’s not difficult to figure out; anyone in town could have told them. So why they want Isamu specifically….

There’s nothing Isamu can do to get out of it, though.

There are four shinobi sitting around a table with Taro: a red-haired kunoichi, a shinobi with long brown hair, and two Uchiha. They all have tea, but there’s no sixth cup; probably they weren’t expecting anyone else to join them. Isamu bows and tries to look forgettable.

The brown-haired shinobi jumps up, and leads Isamu over to the table. “Come sit with us!” His voice is loud, boisterous, friendly; it would be reassuring, if not for the other shinobi in the room, and the Uchiha, and Isamu’s certainty that no shinobi would have trouble faking friendliness. “I have a feeling this might take a while.”

Isamu really hopes it won’t. But if it does, that would mean they were talking and not jutsuing him as soon as he said the town couldn’t grow much more rice, so it wouldn’t be the worst outcome, probably….

The introductions don’t help. The brown-haired shinobi is the Senju clan head, Hashirama, and the kunoichi with red hair is his wife, Uzumaki Mito. The Uchiha are their clan’s head and heir, Madara and Izuna. And of course three of the four are legends that terrify even other shinobi. Two more shinobi stand back by the wall, but aren’t introduced.

And on the other side: Taro the town head, three of his sons who are only present to listen and learn, and Isamu, a rice farmer and occasional guard who can mostly handle himself against regular bandits. Who used to be a bandit, even if he doesn’t remember, and barely escaped being slaughtered by the Senju once.

Not that he blames them. Or Taro, who hired them to do it. Maybe it would be different, if Isamu remembered anything of the bandit gang, if he missed any of the people who must have raised him before he was nine, who probably included his real parents and siblings—but he doesn’t. Isamu only remembers the town, only remembers being raised by Aunt Keiko and Uncle Hiroki, with all their kids as his cousins. And he knows how much trouble the bandits he came from caused. They’d deserved to be killed.

Isamu just doesn’t want to die himself. And everyone knows that shinobi take pride in completing every mission. So if they realize—

He can’t do anything about it.

“Taro-san believed you might know of a way to grow more rice,” the Senju matriarch says.

Yeah, Isamu was afraid of that.

Better to get it over with. Isamu bows as much as he can while sitting. “My apologies, Uzumaki-hime, but I’m afraid I don’t. We could grow a little more, maybe a few fields, but not a lot.”

“Why not?” the Uchiha clan head demands.

“We don’t have the people to harvest it, Uchiha-sama,” Isamu says. Maybe that will make them less likely to kill him? He's a person who can harvest rice. “We don’t have the fields, either, or the seed rice—we could build more fields, but it would take time.”

“What if you had help building the fields?” the Senju clan head asks.

Isamu isn’t sure what his face does at that, but the Senju clan head and his wife both look amused. It's a small expression on her, a slight shift at the corner of her eyes, but much bigger on him. The Uchiha look… bored, optimistically.

“I’m not sure what help you mean, so I can’t really say, Senju-sama,” Isamu says. “We could add a few fields—building them is the hardest part. We could save more rice to plant, and get more fish and crabs for the fields.”

“Fish and crabs?” the Senju clan head repeats.

“We raise fish and crabs in the rice fields, Senju-sama. It helps the rice grow better.”

“Don’t they eat the rice?” the Uchiha heir asks.

“They don’t, Uchiha-sama. We feed them, and they eat the bugs that would eat the rice. And the rice just… does better when they’re there. It’s happier.” Isamu swallowed under the Uchihas’ glare, and hurried on. “But we don’t have enough people to harvest the rice. If we add more than a few fields, the rest will just go to waste.”

The Uchiha heir rolls his eyes. “Just have Tobirama figure something out,” he tells the Senju clan head. “He’s probably already decided what to do, anyway, or he’d be here instead of looking around.”

The Senju clan head looks at the Uchiha heir for a moment with a glass smile. Then the smile turns more real, but sad, and his head bows to stare at the table. “I believe my brother is looking for… something else,” he says. “But he may have ideas.”

Then he straightens, with a brighter smile that doesn’t look fake, and turns back to Isamu.

The Uchiha heir cuts him off. “What’s he looking for?”

The Senju clan head pauses, then sighs. “Our younger brother died near here,” he says. “Fifteen years ago. He was sent to eliminate a gang of bandits… either there were shinobi with the bandits, or he encountered enemy shinobi afterward. We found pieces of his armor, but never a body. Tobirama usually looks, when missions take him this way.”

Oh. Oh Isamu is definitely going to die. And maybe pass out first; he can feel all the blood draining out of his face.

The Uchiha clan head frowns. “But—fifteen years? The body would—”

He cuts himself off and coughs. It sounds fake.

Taro clears his throat. “My sincerest condolences for your loss,” he says. “If there is any way I can assist with your search, I will gladly do so.”

The Senju clan head shakes his head. He's still smiling, and it still looks sad. “There’s unlikely to be anything to find after so long,” he says. “But I do appreciate the offer.”

The Senju matriarch clears her throat politely. “So the primary hindrance in growing more rice is the need for additional workers to harvest it,” she says. “Is that correct?”

Isamu nods silently. He wants to run. But that would be asking to be caught.

“Is that true of most villages?”

Isamu nods again. They keep looking at him, so he swallows. His voice comes out mostly normal. “I think so, Uzumaki-hime.”

“Would the workers need to be skilled?” the Senju clan head asks. “Or would inexperienced workers do?”

They’re still looking at him. Isamu wants out. “Experienced workers do better, but everyone has to learn sometime. It’s not a big difference. But… uh….”

“Yes?” the Senju clan head asks.

The last thing Isamu wants to do is give them another reason to be mad at him.

“Just spit it out,” the Uchiha clan head snaps.

Isamu flinches. Swallows again. “I just don’t know where you’d get workers, uh, Senju-sama, Uchiha-sama. Unless you mean prisoners. But—there’s not really that much supervision, and we couldn’t stop a shinobi from sabotaging the rice even if we could watch them all that closely, and if we did watch them then we couldn’t work on harvesting so there would actually be less workers… so, uh, I wouldn’t want to eat rice that prisoners harvested, and I figure shinobi are probably even more cautious about that stuff. So I don’t think it would work, uh, very well, is all.”

“I wasn’t thinking of prisoners.” The Senju clan head looks intrigued. “But you’re correct about the problems with them. Isamu… you’re a farmer?”

Isamu nods.

“Nothing else?”

“He helps protect the town from bandits,” Taro says firmly.

“Most of us do, if we can,” Isamu says.

The Senju clan head frowns. “You’re having problems with bandits?”

“Not recently,” Taro says. “But if we didn’t have guards, they’d be sure to move in.”

“Ah.” The Senju clan head smiles, then folds his hands together and beams at Isamu. “I just thought it was interesting! I thought only shinobi clans used ‘shinobi.’ I’ve only ever heard civilians call us ‘ninja’ before.”

“Oh, ah….” Isamu runs a hand through his hair self-consciously. “I must have picked it up somewhere? I, uh, don’t remember where.”

He can make a pretty good guess, though. Either there were shinobi with the bandits….

“You don’t?”

Isamu shakes his head.

“Isamu was injured when he was younger,” Taro says. “He doesn’t remember anything from before then.”

The Uchiha clan head snorts. “And his parents don’t know? You can’t have that many people passing through town.”

The silence that follows is terrifying.

“Were you born here, Isamu-san?” the Senju clan head asks gently.

Isamu shakes his head. His voice won’t come out.

“Are your parents here?”

He shakes his head again.

The Senju clan head makes a gesture. One of the shinobi that was by the wall walks out of the room.

The Senju clan head folds his hands. “When you talked about the fish,” he says. “You said the rice is happier. What did you mean?”

That should be a safer topic, but the change is so abrupt that Isamu is suddenly certain it’s going to kill him, even if he has no idea how. “It—” He has to swallow again to speak. “It grows better, Senju-sama. We get more rice from the same field when the fish are in it.”

“You should call me Hashirama,” the Senju clan head says decisively.

Isamu isn’t sure whether that would be terrifying normally, or if it’s just that everything is right now.

“How can you tell that the rice does better?”

“Because there’s more of it,” the Uchiha clan head interrupts. “He told you already. What are you on about?”

The Senju clan head all but ignores him. “You said it feels happier. What did you mean by happier?”

“I, uh—I don’t know how to explain it, Senju-sama, I’m sorry.”

“Call me Hashirama,” he repeats.

“Isamu is very good with plants,” Taro says. He sounds stressed.

“Good with plants how?”

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Isamu repeats, because intuition is one of those words that superiors sometimes get annoyed about a farmer using. The last thing he wants is to annoy any of the shinobi. More. “I just… have a good feel for how they’re doing.”

“Isamu is always the first to notice if a field isn’t doing well,” Taro says. “He’s saved us from poor crops several times.”

The Senju clan head bows his head. His hands are clenched painfully tight.

Then he looks up, beaming again. “Well! While we wait for my brother, I was actually thinking we could send genin to help with the harvest. How long would that take?”

“You want shinobi to waste time on harvesting rice?” the Uchiha clan head demands.

“Feeding the village is hardly a waste! And we wanted to create D-rank missions so genin could familiarize themselves with daily life.”

“Tobirama wanted to do that,” the Uchiha heir says.

“It would be great preparation for undercover missions….”

“As rice farmers?”

Isamu stays quiet while the shinobi debate. He feels like he just spent an entire summer day working as hard as he could, and will fall asleep the instant he lays down, if not sooner. If only he could sneak out while the shinobi were distracted….

But they’re shinobi; there’s no way he could do that. And if he did somehow manage it they’d hunt him down, which would be so much worse.

The shinobi that left returns, with the shinobi that was in the rice fields earlier. The one from the rice fields is frowning. “What did you need, Anija?”

“Tobirama! Stand there.” The Senju clan head jumps up.

Then he pulls Isamu up from the table, and over to where the newest shinobi has stopped, standing in the middle of the room with a raised eyebrow and a disapproving expression. The Senju clan head arranges Isamu so he’s standing next to the new shinobi.

Isamu is the tallest in the village by at least half a head. The new shinobi is the same height as he is, and the Senju clan head is even taller. He’s not sure if that’s weird, or if shinobi are all tall.

Then the Senju clan head turns back to the table. “Madara, you can see better than me—don’t they look similar? Like—twins?”

The new shinobi jerks, whirling toward Isamu. Isamu flinches, tries to move away before he catches himself, but the Senju clan head is still holding him in place.

The Uchiha clan head scowls. “What are you talking about, Hashirama?”

“Isamu has lived here for fifteen years,” Taro says.

“And before that?” the Senju clan head asks.

“We don’t know, but….” Taro gestures helplessly. “He’s just a farmer.”

“You have a scar,” the new shinobi says.

“I, uh—I have a few….”

“On your face.”

“That’s old—”

Isamu jerks his head to the side so hard his entire body turns away from the table. He realizes after he’s facing away that the Uchiha clan head’s eyes had turned red.

“Well that sure looks like a Senju reaction,” the Uchiha clan head drawls.

The new shinobi grabs Isamu’s shoulder and turns him the other way, so he’s facing the new shinobi. The new shinobi looks… scarily intense, his eyes narrowed, but Isamu can’t guess exactly what he’s feeling.

“Anija,” the new shinobi demands, which makes him the Senju heir which also makes him another living nightmare, and Isamu can’t even be more scared than he already was. “Why do you think—”

“The scar,” the Senju clan head says. “He’s lived here for fifteen years, and can’t remember anything from before then. And he can sense how well plants are growing.”

The Senju heir frowns. “You were the only one with mokuton.”

“As far as we knew,” the Senju clan head says. “Madara, can you see—?”

The Uchiha clan head huffs. “They look similar,” he says. “More than you look like Tobirama. But, look, Hashirama—you Senju marry in and out all the time, you look like anything. Which means anyone else can look like a Senju. It doesn’t mean much.”

“Why are we bothering with that,” the Senju heir snaps. He lets go of Isamu’s shoulders, finally, and his hands light up green.

Taro barely doesn’t shout. “Shinobi-sama, please stop, there’s no need to hurt Isamu!”

“Of course I’m not hurting him!”

“You don’t seem worried,” the Senju clan head observes.

“Uh—well, green is for healing, right?” Isamu really hopes green is for healing. Can shinobi kill with healing?

…Yeah, probably. It would be weirder if they couldn’t. Now he's scared of the green, too.

The Senju clan head beams. “It is! How did you know?”

“Uh….” Isamu doesn’t know. “It just makes sense?”

The Uchiha heir sounds annoyed. “I didn’t know that.”

“Not all healing jutsu are green,” the Senju heir says.

“Also,” Isamu says. “Today really can’t get scarier than it already is.”

The room goes still. Not cold, but frozen. Isamu can’t move, can’t breathe—

“Is there a threat?” the Senju heir demands. His face is blank but his voice is low and angry.

The Senju matriarch stands smoothly. It breaks a little of the tension. “Madara, Izuna,” she says. “Please do me a favor, and take my husband and brother-in-law elsewhere for a moment.”

“What? Mito,” the Senju clan head says. “I can’t leave—unless you know what the threat is—”

“He is clearly overwhelmed, and has been,” the Senju matriarch says. “Go. Come back when you have better control over yourselves.”

“I will stay,” the Senju heir says.

“You will not. Madara, Izuna, if you would?”

“You heard the lady,” the Uchiha heir says cheerfully. He stands, and the Uchiha clan head follows with a sigh.

The Uchiha heir hauls the Senju clan head out of the room, one hand on his arm and the other in his hair, and the Senju clan head goes reluctantly. The Senju heir gets into a very brief, subtle scuffle before the Uchiha clan head drags him out as well.

“Please sit, Isamu-san,” the Senju matriarch says.

Isamu manages to get back to the table without falling over his own feet. It’s a bit of a surprise.

She sits, and hands him the Senju clan head’s tea cup. Isamu can’t stop himself from staring at it like it’s a venomous snake.

He sets it on the table in front of him, carefully, and doesn’t touch it again.

“First,” the Senju matriarch says, “I would like to apologize for my husband and his brother’s behavior. They’re emotional for quite understandable reasons, but they will be calmer when they return.”

“Uh….” Isamu has no idea how to respond to an apology from a princess. Or a kunoichi. Or a kunoichi princess. There’s probably protocol and that’s all he knows. But she’s looking at him. “I don’t think they did anything wrong?”

“It’s quite alright,” Taro says. He still sounds very stressed. “As you said, very understandable.”

The Senju matriarch hums. “Be that as it may. How much did you understand, of what just happened?”

Drying sweat is cold on Isamu’s back and forehead. He’s not sure about anything that just happened, except that shinobi are upset and he’s involved. It happened too fast for anything other than that to make sense.

If he thinks about it…. “They… think I look similar to, uh….”

“Tobirama,” the Senju matriarch fills in. “My husband’s brother.”

Right. The Senju heir. They think Isamu looks like the Senju heir’s twin. He’s pretty sure the man doesn’t even have a twin. The Senju clan head and his brother are both legends, and Isamu’s never heard a single rumor of them having other siblings.

The Senju matriarch hums again. She holds her tea cup, even though she isn’t drinking from it. Her fingers look like calligraphy, precise and elegant like brush strokes. Isamu can’t remember where he heard that that’s what the Uzumaki prefer to kill people with.

“Perhaps I should start from the beginning,” she says.

“I would appreciate it,” Taro says.

She nods. “Fifteen years ago, the Senju responded to a request to eliminate bandits from the area. My husband’s younger brother Kawarama was sent, as he was a talented enough shinobi that he should have been able to safely complete the mission, despite being a child. But he never returned. Investigation afterward found pieces of his armor and some of his weapons, and that the bandits were gone, so it was presumed that he had killed the bandits, then encountered enemy shinobi, whom he chased out of the area. But he was lethally wounded in the process, and animals took his body before it could be found.”

“We have a capable healer,” Taro says. “If he had come to us we would have helped.”

“The assumption was that he died before reaching town,” the Senju matriarch says. “But to focus on the present.”

She sets her cup down. “Kawarama had a scar on his face, quite similar to the one you have, Isamu-san. Do you recall how you got that one?”

Isamu shakes his head.

“I assume, then, that it happened prior to the incident which gave you amnesia?”

Isamu nods.

The Senju matriarch nods back. “Your description of sensing plants also resembles my husband’s description of his mokuton ability, which is not known to have ever existed outside of his family. And you know things which a Senju would, such as how to recognize healing jutsu, and that we prefer to be called shinobi. You also look and sound remarkably similar to Tobirama, who is Kawarama’s twin. So, they believe that it is possible that Kawarama did not actually die, and that you are him.”

Isamu understands the words. He just doesn’t know what to do with them.

He’s not a shinobi. He’s not anyone. He’s a rice farmer and a bandit’s son, but the second half doesn’t even matter, since he doesn’t remember it. He’s—

What does he do with this?

“What will they do, if he is?” Taro asks.

“My husband will be delighted to invite him to Konoha.”

“And his wife?”

“She will be welcome as well.”

“What if I’m not?” Isamu asks.

“Then they will be disappointed.” The Senju matriarch’s expression is polite, and completely impossible to read. “But I am certain they would rather know, and in either case, you will not be harmed.”

Isamu really hopes she’s right.

“Is there a way to be sure?” Taro asks.

The Senju matriarch hums. “Tobirama has been working on a bloodline test, which would likely require Isamu-san to return to Konoha with us. But he may also have something more immediate in mind; I presume that was the purpose of the healing jutsu he intended to use.”

Do we have to test it? Isamu wants to ask. He’s a farmer, and he feels like a farmer—he’s not prepared to get mixed up in shinobi business, and he especially doesn’t want to drag Hanako or either of their families into it.

But he also knows the answer. He’s a farmer, and they’re shinobi. It’s not what he wants that matters. “What do I have to do?”

The Senju matriarch smiles. “We will have to ask Tobirama. Shall I allow him back in?”

Isamu swallows, and nods.

An impulsive fic happened.

It's been fifteen years since Isamu was found, badly injured and unconscious in the forest. He woke up with amnesia, but his origin was pretty obvious, so he doesn't even miss the memories. It's been fifteen years. He's grown up, earned a place in the town that took him in, and even gotten married. His not-so-mysterious past doesn't matter. Not until shinobi wander into town, anyway. AKA: Kawarama's not dead

Tags:

Senju Kawarama, Senju Hashirama, Senju Tobirama, Uzumaki Mito

guest starring Madara and Izuna, and also some OCs, outsider POV, this is TECHNICALLY an, Everybody Lives, but in a weird way where they thought the canonically dead brothers died like in canon, and are just learning that they're wrong, more details in the notes, there's a lot of angst going on but the POV is just panicking, incorrectly to be clear, they don't exactly get to happily ever after but they will, it'll just take more time to sort out than this fic covers, mentioned violence and child death but not detailed or on screen

[usagirln120]

Kankuro: Hogwarts AU

Kankuro is a Pureblood wizard that was born on the 15th of May 1979 and started attending Durmstrang Institute on the 1st of September 1990.

He was born as the oldest son of the former minister of the Romanian Minister of Magic and was raised to fear his younger brother for "killing" their mother and being a werewolf.

Due to his upbringing, he wasn't the nicest student and often bullied others which his siblings often scolded him for but since he didn't know any better way to release his anger, he continued.

But this changed after the Triwizard Tournament where they met and befriended a few Hogwarts students with Kankuro forming a close friendship with Kiba Inuzuka who, at first, he was unaware that he was a werewolf like his younger brother.

But when he did find out, this helped him to make amends with his brother since he truly realized after this that all of the beliefs about werewolves that he was raised with wasn't true and his bullying tendencies stopped as well.

When he first graduated from Durmstrang, he didn't start working right away and instead helped with the evacuation of Muggleborns from the UK before he went there to participate in the Battle of Hogwarts which he did survive but he almost didn’t due to a deadly bite from an Acromantula but luckily he was saved by Sakura.

After the war was over, he started working at the Romanian ministry of magic as a hit-wizard but he never got married since he didn't trust himself to care for another person properly due to his anger issues.

He has an Ebony wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

His Patronus is a Barn Owl.

His favorite subjects were Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms.

His least favorite subjects were Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy.

[softnaruto]

Can i request any scenario\drabble(no matter genre,time,18+ or not) with KibaXYuki clan fem SO who is Kiri ANBU. Like they met during mission & tried to kill him by mistake. And under the mask she acts cool and badass, but without depressed & shy bean who thinks that his feelings are either cruel joke or not good as they are from different villages.

Death’s A Charm

author: hi hi! sorry for the late response! I hope you like it! 

pairing: Kiba x fem! Kiri clan! reader

words: 1949

genre: fluff, action

warnings: blood, wounds, death, and... fighting

this was too long so I cut it! pls keep reading after the cut! 

Kiba’s eyes slowly opened as he looked around, the shade of the forest limiting the sun’s harsh rays. He began to smell something… someone, to be specific. He immediately stood up straight, looking around for Akamaru. His last memory was foggy, and his surroundings did not look like Konoha’s forests either. He looked off to the side, noticing a small creek before cupping a bit of water with his hands.

He needed to find Akamaru and get the hell out of there.

“You’re really going to drink that water?” A strange voice asked, causing him to tense up as he lifted his hands up to his mouth. He let go of the water, looking around him, but finding no one. “God, you really are a dog.”

Kiba’s eyebrows scrunched together as he stood up straight. He took a kunai out of his back pocket, ready to defend himself from any attack. As he stood looking out into the forest, glances of the past came to him.

He was… with Hinata and Shino, on their way to Sato, the Village Hidden In the Mist in order to track and deliver stolen information that had reached the Land of Fire. They had to part ways halfway through as Hinata and Shino finished tracking the culprits and Kiba was left to deliver a scroll that had been found. However, after coming across a certain area in the Land of Water, Kiba had been surrounded by the culprits’ puppets and was outnumbered.

All he could remember was Akamaru standing bravely by his side; nothing else. He could easily be outnumbered now, but his mind kept going back to Akamaru… and the stranger mentioning a dog clearly meant that they had him.

“Where’s Akamaru?!” Kiba yelled, his eyes trying to trace the different scent in the air. All of a sudden, he heard a bark coming in from his left, and a big shape running towards him. He instantly recognized the shape, and a small smile appeared on his face, before remembering that there was an enemy out there.

A shape appeared by Akamaru, hidden in the fog that had accumulated through the forest. Kiba scrunched his eyebrows together, trying to see if it was an illusion or not.

“He missed you,” The figure said, standing in front of Kiba. Akamaru ran towards Kiba, barking and happily wagging his tail as he nuzzled into Kiba’s hand. Kiba ruffled Akamaru’s fur, before looking up at the figure questionably.

“This is definitely Akamaru and he’s not hurt either. Who are you?” His eyes trailed down the mask, and he noticed that the figure was a woman. She carried a sword with her, but nothing else. He recognized the mask as an ANBU from the Hidden Mist and raised his eyebrows. “You’re an ANBU. Why are you here?”

“I saved you, idiot. A thanks would be great.” The figure didn’t say anything after that, but gave him a gesture for him to follow.

“I didn’t need you to save me, whatever that means.” Kiba muttered, rolling his eyes as he cautiously followed the figure down the forest. The ANBU led him to a small clearing, before sitting down on a fallen log.

“You were outnumbered, of course you did.” She said, setting her sword down. “My orders are to help you deliver that scroll. Usually I would just take it, but truthfully… the Hidden Mist wants to show our trust in the Hidden Leaf, whatever that means. We’re waiting until you’re ready to go, since you’re just too weak. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re from the Leaf. You’re all weak cowards.”

“A coward? Are you talking about me?” Kiba asked, becoming quite annoyed by the stranger. He huffed, sitting down across from her. He noticed the wounds on his body, from the raggedy shirt down to his bruised legs. As he took notice of the wounds, the pain came suddenly. He groaned, softly leaning on himself as he tried to hold it in. “Where did all of these come from? I don’t remember them.” 

“You should wear a dog collar. It would’ve let me know that you were not the enemy. I accidentally—” She was cut off by Kiba, who huffed in anger.

“Now I remember! You tried to kill me.” 

“Yeah,” The figure said, shrugging, “But I barely even sliced you and you passed out. You would’ve died if it hadn’t been for me. Anyway, I gave you some food pills before you passed out, so you should be good to go soon.” The figure answered, before standing up quickly. “There’s someone here.”

Kiba had already noticed it. The change in scent—someone had arrived to their location. He tried to stand, but his wounds began to create a throbbing sensation throughout his body. The newcomer had begun to make its offense as a series of kunai began to attack the land surrounding them, causing Akamaru to growl in a certain direction. The ANBU began to defend Kiba and herself with her a kunai, deflecting and hitting any coming in their way.

All of a sudden, a second offender came up from behind her, causing Kiba’s eyes to widen.

“Behind you!” He yelled, standing up to his feet, almost losing balance. He drew his kunai out, deflecting the incoming weapons.

The ANBU shinobi turned around, beating the other’s sword away. However, her actions were a bit too late as the attacker’s sword sliced through her mask, letting it fall onto the floor. The ANBU quickly sliced her sword through the man’s skin, letting the man fall to his death.

She then ran to the other attacker’s location, and Kiba wasn’t able to see much of anything, but a loud scream echoed from across the forest. A shinobi walked form a shadow across from him, and Kiba drew his kunai closer to himself.

“Don’t stress out, it’s me.” She said, wiping a few of blood drops off of her face. Kiba’s eyes stared in wonder as he took in the shinobi before him.

She was… the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. Sure, he had his fair number of crushes throughout his life… but this felt different.

She walked over to him, adjusting a bandage around Kiba’s torso that he had failed to notice was there. She straightened up, looking at him before looking away quickly, her strong presence suddenly becoming docile.

“Your… mask,” Kiba mentioned, noticing the distance between them. A small blush appeared on her face, and she quickly stepped back, walking over to her mask before picking it up.

“It’s completely ruined,” She mentioned, her voice much smaller than it was before. “Damn it. Anyway, we need to get out of here.”

It was her sense of self; her safety blanket. She was a completely different person with her mask. Her mask was a persona of herself, a cruel shinobi that was trained to kill without a second thought.

But without it? She was… just her; a kind, soft, and shy individual.

The pair walked down the forest, trying to get away from the battle scene. They were now walking towards the Hidden Mist; there were no other options left. The walk was silent, and Kiba found his eyes lingering to her figure more than usual.

“You know,” Kiba said, looking over her as he tried to walk beside her. His hands lingered on his wound, trying to keep it from bleeding too much. “At first you were kind of an asshole, but then your mask came off and… you’re like beautiful.”

The shinobi next to him froze and her eyes looked over at Kiba, showing this disbelief.

“I—” She started, but no words dared to come out of her mouth. She stared at Kiba for a few seconds before shaking her head and walking forward.

Kiba raised his eyebrows as he saw her walk forward, using the opportunity to look at her figure.

She really was… beautiful. And, well, nice. She had fixed and bandaged his wounds when he had passed out… she could’ve simply just left him there and reported his dead body with a scroll in her hand, but she didn’t. She stayed until he woke up.

The curiosity got the best of him, and he walked faster to catch up to her.

“What’s your name, anyway?” He asked, giving her a charming grin of his.

“I’m… I’m not supposed to answer that.” She replied, her voice wavering a bit. She gripped her sword closer to her, as if to create a barrier between her and the rest of the world. She wanted to leave at that moment—just disappear and go back home. She wanted to get a new mask and report to another mission where no one knew what she looked like.

The couple of hours quickly melted away as the couple continued walking, taking breaks in between walks due to Kiba’s wounds. In their breaks, the mysterious shinobi would fix Kiba’s wounds, dressing them in new bandages. Kiba would take the small opportunities and question her about her life—what is her talent? Was she a leader in the ANBU? How old was she? What was her name?

Every time he asked her something, she would freeze and not say anything. Her cheeks would flare up and she would quickly stand up before walking faster than before. At some point, Kiba found her to be quite cute. Her mannerisms, although done in confidence, were different from her past self, which Kiba found quite interesting.

-

They soon reached the Village Hidden in the Mist, and as soon as Kiba gave the scroll, he was free to go back home. As he had his wounds checked out in the local hospital, his mind went back to the shinobi that had helped him get to the village. He wondered if he would ever see her again—the cool demeanor under her mask, and the shy, soft side of her.

He walked throughout town one last time after being released from the hospital, trying to see if he could catch a glimpse of the beautiful shinobi that wouldn’t leave his mind. However, he was quickly left with no trace of her whatsoever and decided that maybe she just wasn’t supposed to be in his life. As he walked towards the entrance to the village, he saw a figure standing in the middle of it. She wore a mask and was leaning against one of the doors to the entrance. Kiba looked at her as he began to get closer and recognized her clothing.

“It’s you.” He said, a small smile appearing on his face. “Missed me?”

“Please,” The figure said, almost sounding a little flustered. She quickly straightened up. “I was told to lead you out of the town. This is it. Now, leave.”

Kiba pursed his lips in surprise—what had happened to the soft girl he was talking to earlier? The shinobi that couldn’t even look at him without blushing?

“Actually,” Kiba said, stepping towards her, “I’d like to ask for your name. Yeah, yeah, the ANBU aren’t allowed to say anything about themselves, but I already know what you look like. I was thinking that if I were to ever find myself in the Village Hidden in The Mist… I would like to take you out.”

“You—what?” Her voice wavered and was completely taken aback by his confession. She crossed her arms, silently wishing she wasn’t there. She wished to run away and never talk to him again… but his presence was nice to have. “I—”

“C’mon, you can whisper your name to me. I promise to take you out next time.” Kiba whispered, leaning in towards her.

She leaned back, surprised by Kiba’s sudden movements.

“Uh—well, it’s… Y/N Kiri” She stuttered, trying to hide the surprise in her voice.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kiba Inuzuka.” Kiba smirked, leaning back and looking at her with a smile. “I’ll take you out next time, Y/N, for sure. Without your mask though, you’re cute without it.”

That Inuzuka charm.

[kankuroplease]

can you make a Hc for Elke or Leonie please 🐾🖌🎨?but you don't have to, I mean, do you enjoy doing Hcs, doing Hcs and drawing it's because we like doing it it's a little pleasure. I don't want it to be boring work for you so you don't have to do an Hc 😊🖤

OC headcons aren’t boring to me, but they’re a lot of work. It’s why I skip some request for them 😆 but I’ll do short versions for both Leonie and Elke

Leonie

She’s the eldest of the triplets

She was also the worst of their children in temperament as she would have tantrums over every little thing

Which, thankfully, she grew out of with time

Instead preferring to paint the side of their home, herself, and brothers with mud

She has piebaldism like father, grandmother, and two brothers

Even though she’s not alone in having it, she’s extremely self conscious about it as it’s not just her forelock or one one two patches. It’s all over her body

Which led to some mean comments from other kids

her sense of smell wasn’t heightened at all, so she felt less than her siblings and would cry to her mother about it

Despite feeling left out, her triplet Mika always made sure she was involved

It’s why he became her first muse when she got more seriously into art (he’s so nice compared to their triplet, Sena)

She did not want a ninken, but her parents insisted having one would make her feel more included with the Inuzuka

The compromised and ended up getting her one that’s a bit more self sufficient and also very small (a requirement of hers)

her father noticed she really enjoyed art and he made it his mission to get her an easel and materials to create with. Mika just made it easier to create

Her and Sena always argued. Not because of how he treated her, but because he was mean towards Mika

Asahi did a good job scaring off her bullies for her, but he also told her to use her fist. Their parents are shinobi, don’t let this peaceful little life fool her into thinking she can’t throttle these kids

Kuri tried to dress her up pretty but Leonie wasn’t a fan of frills and bows. She eventually stopped trying let Leonie be the wild child she was

Frederick made the best braids and she always asked (demanded) him to do hers and dance with her

She use to ask Sena why he hated everyone so much, but eventually came to accept that he didn’t hate them. He just wanted something different than what he had.

Her and Elke were always close. She would paint to Elke’s singing and when they were older, Elke did try to introduce her to some guys too

Arashi always knew how to make her smile and laugh. If there is one sibling she was sad to have move out, it was him

By the time she reach young adulthood, she didn’t care what people thought about her and she was gain some notoriety for portraits

With some affluent customers commissioning her (thank you, Elke)

Unlike her sisters, she didn’t have some super pheromones or some Prince Charming willing to sweep her off her feet

She had a love of oddities and a new muse she found to keep her mind busy

Nothing like getting chased by some men through the woods and some blur of a humanoid creature ripping them to shreds

She blacked out and when she woke up she was closer to edge near her town

those blacked out, yet glowing, eyes really stuck with her on her walk back home

She’s not exactly sure what she saw, but her paintings of it worry her parents and she’s heard them murmuring about if it was one of “them”

They even assigned her one of her father’s ninken as a bodyguard

So she got the feeling that creature wasn’t all in her head

And decided to bring her sketches to ask her grandmother about it

Who immediately told her to stay out of the woods because that creature is most likely from a very specific clan, and much too dangerous to risk running into again

She was unsure of how or why this person was somehow here too, but if it is, then everyone should be on high alert

She also gave Leonie a good thump between the eyes as she could see her excitement building

This person was a berserker who’s unpredictable nature was too risky to be around

Much to her grandmother’s dismay, Leonie had washed the set of clothes she could have used to track this person because they were covered in dirt

Even with a sweep of the woods with the Inuzuka’s best and their ninken, nothing came of it

Just dried blood where those men who were chasing her had been slain

Elke

She was the last girl Wolfgang and Ringo had

Their little full moon festival baby (it’s said to be a lucky time to be born)

Such a sweet and happy baby that blended into the family well

She was a quick learner in ninjutsu, polite, and had an angelic little voice she used to sing her favorite songs from a young age. So they really felt lucky!

Ebba told them that full moon births are said to be unfortunate as well, so they better watch Elke

Wolfgang didn’t believe in old wives tales and reassured Ringo their daughter would be fine

And she was! She made lots of friends and found her own ninken

Learned how to play the lute, harp, Kalimba, and Guzheng by age 12. She was truly a musical genius and was getting lots of fame for it

Then, it all got out of hand the spring of her first blood

All of a sudden Elke was extremely popular with members of a genders, as if they were under a spell

Wolfgang was getting tired of his door constantly being knocked and was even more worried at the looks his daughter was getting

He almost had a fight with a young woman over her not letting go of Elke’s hand while promising her the world if she would just be his wife

Turns out she was some duchess and really could, but that’s not the point!

Many letters professing love and poetry that could make a grown woman blush kept pouring in after every performance

Gifts that were to luxurious to expect, flowers, confections, etc.. you name it, Elke was receiving it

Elke decided to not leave the house with a family escort out of fear from this new found attention

It was at point they learned from some elders that Elke’s pheromones were very strong to say the least and appealing in a way that was extremely rare

She basically was emitting them at such a high level, that even non Inuzuka were being effected by it

Ebba and the elders began working on a perfume to help mask her scent and get her back to a level of normalcy with her interactions with other people

It was simi effective; enough to stop the overwhelming reaction

Elke was able to go back to being a performer. Traveling only a little bit with her ninken

choosing to live at home with Leonie and their parents

It took a few more years to figure some things out

But what was once an issue, she quickly learned how to utilize it in her favor. Less perfume, higher pay. More perfume and she can walk around like normal Inuzuka

It was fun to see how she affected others when it came to monetary gain, but with romance, she wanted to be loved for who she was not something as ridiculous as her pheromones

And she was able to find her true loves; two men an enby angel. The other pieces of her heart

It was tricky to navigate their dynamic as she didn’t have a polyam example (because her dad forbid her grandmother from talking about her romantic relationships) to go off of

one is strictly only attracted to her, another is her sweet cuddly asexual partner, and the other has social anxiety but has been her best friend and duet partner for years

She didn’t want to ruin a good thing being reckless

And what would her parents and siblings think?

But her grandmother told her as long as she communicates with them and make sure to respect their needs and boundaries, then things will work out if they’re meant to be

And she was right, like usual

She talked to her parents and their only concern was if Elke felt genuinely happy, loved ,and safe with her partners. If so, they were more than happy for her

Asahi said he was in no posture to judge others with his housemate situation

Kuri almost choked. She was shocked, but she knew all of them and they all were good people, so she can’t complain too much 😭

Frederick was just impressed. He can’t get one to stay, but she got three. Go baby, sis

Leonie felt very similar to Frederick, but added that she didn’t need to worry. They all support them

Mika was excited for her!

Sena was missing during this period (once again)

Arashi fully supports Elke! Especially because one of her girlfriends is an old sail mate of his

[kyugens]

In his attempt to be reasonable, Kiba considers her previous words, only to find himself with his cheeks burning and feeling embarrassed enough to stuff his hands in his pockets and shrug so hard his shoulders hurt. It wasn't necessarily a new experience. Kiba is known to jump to ludicrous conclusions and pick up fights with people for no good reason – why he's often called out on his impulsive behavior by Shino and Hinata and an idiot by everyone else. Nothing new. He's sulking now, barely acknowledging the girl at all, mumbling to himself when he hears the sound of her steps behind him. Good. She's still coming. “ Yah, 'tis that bad. ”   The Inuzuka muses, just mildly annoyed now, used to how sensitive his nose is and how the world around him isn't all that charming sometimes.   “ Not really that great, heh. Lady Tsunade gon' have yer ass for breakfast with that attitude. ”   He giggles, petty as always, petting Akamaru's head at the mention of the Hokage.   “ Try being a lil' nicer when we get there, and she might let you walk free 'til we figure this out. ”

" i didn't call you a weirdo, idiot! " hella can't help but to bite back, brow twitching in irritation over just how quickly he misheard her. men / so stupid. it's the same anywhere she goes, she comes to learn. damn it. damn it, why does she have to rely on this guy, of all people? still, that irritation fades quickly enough, thinking of how she honestly didn't know what planet she was on, as he'd put it. her expression softens and her fingers remain in her hair, wet with the very blood kiba so rudely pointed out. " i don't where i am, so i'm trusting you. " not that she really wants to / not like her trust goes all that far, but still. she sighs, gaze falling to her lap before she pushes herself off of the ground. " what do you mean i'm stinking up the place? it's not that bad. besides, it's just outside. "

whatever. who cares? she dusts herself off with little effort, still peering down at the pathetic state of her dress and jacket, groaning softly to herself over the rips and tears. cheeks flush when kiba's tune changes and she looks back at the guy and his gigantic dog. " really? great. "