#genma/sakura

[ruslanan]

1/2 shinobi

[kumeramen]

More ShiSaku school & sport AU 📚⚾️ Previous arts [ i | ii ]

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[mayskalih]

Big fan of your Sakura photos! Maybe a photo of her with any guy of your choosing

day 13: candles

[poele-sexuel]

:))

Once upon a time, during a mission with team Minato...

Kakashi got chakra exhaustion (again) and broke both his legs because of a fight with enemy nins.

Rin was too tired to properly heal them and Minato-sensei were trusting them to work together on their own to go back to Konoha as he finishes the job.

Kakashi completely refuses to be transported, and Rin is too weak and tired to deal with him. And honestly, Obito doesn't have to patience to deal with that brat of a pomeranian child-

Wait...

Obito : Rin, hold him down. Keep him from moving away.

Rin : huh ? Um okay...?

Kakashi : What the fuck you think you're doing you failure of an Uchiha ?!

So Rin sit on the boys lap (making sure to not harm Kakashi's with her weight) as he rage on and on... She also uses a bit of chakra hold both his wrists with one hand and the other to hold one shoulder to keep his back straight. After Rin got a good grip of the wiggling Hakate, Obito kneel behind him, back to back, and grab the back of the weird armour ? Clothing ? That form a cross with a circle on the middle both on Kakashi's chest and back (you know the thing if you've saw kid Kakashi). He pulls it far enough for what he has to do to but not so much he would choke Kakashi or damage the armour cloth. With some (a lot of) difficulty, he now is also wearing the armour cloth. At the same time as Kakashi.

And he is know on his back.

Like a backpack.

Rin couldn't keep in her snort and giggles as she watch the annoyed Uchiha and shocked to silence and immobility Hakate.

It's to this scene that Minato comes back too. He too couldn't keep the snort and giggles in.

When Kakashi finally breaks out of his shock, it's already too late, Obito is now using chakra to keep him stuck on his back, much to his despair. Obito is way to tired and annoyed to mock him, but the badly restrained giggles of both Rin and their Sensei are more than enough to humiliate him.

This is how team Minato comes back to Konoha, the guards blinking at the scene : the jonin instructor and only kunoichi and medic of the team barely keeping it together from laughing their asses off, Obito Uchiha looking like an actual Uchiha in his constant annoyed grumpy face and the last Hakate, hiding his burning red face behind his hands as he transported like a puppy in a harness backpack.

How embarrassing for this poor little chunin...

That was the talk of the village for years to comes, too the growing horror of Kakashi.

Let's hope for him that this story becomes forgotten completely, so that his future anbus teammates (specially a certain kouhai) and cute little genins never ever learn this humiliation. ;)))

[whotookmysenbon]

you made me cry with the answer of if you knew who Naruto's father was It would have been cool to see something like that. I think he would have shown another approach than being with Iruka and/or Kakashi

Now, here’s the thing: on paper, Kakashi was the best teacher for those kids.

He was intimately familiar with the Yondaime’s teaching styles, his sealing, his techniques, even going as far as to be able to use Minato’s unfinished rasengan. Not only that, but with the Sharingan he had the ability to keep the Kyuubi in check should Naruto’s seal ever leak in training.

With Sasuke, he was not only another sharingan user, but also his brother’s captain in ANBU. He knew clan jutsus that Sasuke never got to learn that were his birthright. He shared a lightning release with him, and knew what it would be like to be a kid clan head, as he’s the last Hatake in Konoha.

Sakura would have been the best for him though. They both scored in the 99th percentile for chakra control, and both typically work on a shoestring budget of chakra. They’re both suited less to flashier techniques and more assassination (or healing, the two have a scary amount of overlap) techniques. Something that also was mentioned and never worked with is that Sakura is a genius. More so than Sasuke, I’m talking she had the genius to rival kid Kakashi or the Yondaime at her age. Her test scores were always a fraction of a percent behind Sasuke’s, because beating him would be ‘unladylike’ or some shit. In the intel gathering stage of the chunin exam, she didn’t cheat. Not once did she look up from her paper, and answered questions 1-9 accurately. A genin barely six months out of the academy correctly answered questions most high level chunin or new jonin would struggle with. I was sorely disappointed when she lost out in the preliminaries, as I would have offered to train her myself if Kakashi chose not to.

… sorry for that last tangent, but yeah. Kakashi could have been really good for those kids.

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Caught Looking

I'm thrilled to share my fic for @kumeramen's gorgeous, ultra-sweet prequel baseball artwork! I had a ton of fun putting a sporty 50s twist on this beautiful ship. Enjoy! 🧡⚾

Pairing: Shisui/Sakura

Rating: T

Summary:

“Go! GO! Shisui-senpai!” Turning toward the bleachers, Shisui spotted a petite girl in the front row waving her pom-poms a little too ardently, her long pink hair whipping through the air. The other cheerleaders had about half her intensity and vocal projection. It wasn’t unusual for the cheer squad to practice alongside the baseball team. Shisui just wasn’t used to having such an impassioned admirer—a strikingly pretty one, at that.

Read the one-shot on AO3

[eiloveir]

y’all, i’m lowkey obsessed with the idea of a naruto fic inspired by harry potter’s marauders. imagine kakashi and obito as one of the marauders (with gai, genma, and others) tagging along. like, for real, as a fan of both, this would be chef’s kiss. just think about it—the legendary friendship and mischief of them (as i mentioned, the marauders of konoha) being passed down to the 12 genins. it’s so clear in my head, i’m practically fucking seeing it in hd. kakashi and remus lupin share so many fucking similarities—or am i the only one who sees that? (fucking hell, yeah) both are the chill guys who somehow manage to keep their more hyperactive friends from fucking destroying everything in sight. they’re the kind of characters who, despite their exteriors, are secretly the glue holding their squads together.

now, about damn time to consider the great sirius black. he, for me, somehow mirrors both kakashi’s and obito’s traits in different ways. kakashi, with his demeanor and character depth, is the sirius who’s always ready with a dry comeback or an eye-roll that says, “seriously?” on the other hand, obito, with his dramatic ass, embodies the untamed essence of sirius. if i were to create an au, obito could absolutely be sirius—i love to fucking think about it. imagine him trying to drag kakashi into some shitty scheme, only for kakashi to sigh and follow along, muttering, “this is going to end badly.”

let’s also talk about my glorious king itachi and his parallels to fucking regulus—i love both of them so much; y’all would never understand. like, the uchiha prodigy, in the world of ninja shit, has the same cool detachment that regulus showed while dealing with his family’s pureblood drama. so, he’d be regulus black (well, my preference if i were to do an au, like what i’m saying, if i were)—noble, tragic, and with a fanbase ready to build them a shrine and bow at their feet. like, they’re always the angsty character in every fanfic—portrayed as the most painfully beautiful and tortured soul, yet somehow, they’re everyone’s go-to comfort character. how fucking wild is it that they’ve never experienced a moment of real comfort in their lives, but we’re all out here writing the most soothing and emotional fanfiction about them (so fucking me)

then there’s the whole slytherin coding of the uchihas. uchihas are totally slytherin-esque with their ambition, cunning, and secrecy. they’re that elite noble family of the ninja world. now, picture obito in this setup. he’s from a family that’s basically a slytherin convention—loyal, ambitious, and ruthless to the core. but obito is a total shit—if naruto had hogwarts-style sorting, he’d be the gryffindor in a sea of slytherins. (and it would be so fucking funny to picture, like how i imagine the black family reacting to sirius being the only gryffindor).

[sannysly]

Sempai~~~

[yuri-101]

BYEEEE I asked ChatGPT to make me a Genma Shiranui fanfic and GIRL IT DELIVERED !!!!

[issybee06]

Because…

Part IV

Warnings: blood, stab wound, messy medical treatment, drinking, smoking, deep talk, scars

Pink is for horny people, and princesses…you are both.

Andddd we are back!

Latibule

(n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.

………………………………………………………………………….

Smoke swirled up into the night sky, replicating the old and forgotten Uzumaki sigel. Dawn would break soon, yet I never slept.

Looking back into the room, Kakashi lay motionless on my futon. He looked at peace, younger and unaffected by the horrors we had faced since we could remember. Kakashi was a strange man, and was a stranger child in his youth.

I sigh again, turning away from him and leaning on the balcony more. Inhaling, the familiar taste of smoke filled my lungs, and after they were filled I blew the smoke out, letting it swirl once again.

“HOLY SHIT, KAKASHI!”

I rushed in, falling to my knees as I look over kakashis blooded body. He groaned, loud noises alwayed bothered him more then anyone.

“Shut up…” he mumbled, half knocked out. I scoff slightly at him as I check him over.

“You are so fucking stupid Kakashi…youre gonna die here..,” Not because I would just leave him there. No, id never do that no matter how much he pissed me off, he was going to die because he chose to go to the one Shinobi who couldn't do medical ninjutsu for shit…and he knew.

I stand up quickly, and rush to Genmas room. He was sure to have something in there, he was the medic in the house.

I open the door, and my nose curls. It’s no wonder he never brings anything girls here, he’s a slob even into his adult years. I sigh, and head to his desk to rummage.

“Come on Gen…give me something….” I open another drawer, sighing in frustration. Books he’s never opened. Scrolls he’s never used. Loose Chakra pills. “For fucks sake…!”

I open the lower drawer, and grin, “Finally.” It was a gift from Asuma, a small med kit that could fit into someone’s pocket. Genma had scoffed at it, dubbing Asuma an ass gift-giver because he had given him the same gift for Asumas birthday.

I grab the kit, and shut the drawer quickly. I stumbled over Genmas dirty clothes-or clean clothes- and rush out of his room and back down the hall to the bathroom.

“Got it!” I yell, forgetting he was unconscious. I fall to my knees before him, and with shaky hands peal the sticky skin-tight ANBU shirt. It was worse than I thought, long and gross. The skin was ripped, most likely from a curved blade. Clean going in, nasty coming out.

“Okay…okay.” I roll the kit out, and start looking for something to clean the wound-alcohol or some kind of infection killer. Shit. Whatever it was Genma must of thought it was the only good thing in the gift cause it was drunk, not even a drop remained. “Of course you used medicine alcohol as a shooter…”

I stand, and rush to the kitchen, it was a stupid idea but it might work.

I open the cabinet, grabbing the half drunk Sakè. I head back to the bathroom, and kneel once again in frog the tub. Kakashi groans, and he’s eyes squint open, “…that for me?”

My jaw tightens, and I glare at him, “you are such a fucking Baka, why did you come here of all places?”

I began twisting the cap, but my hands were slippery from the blood. I used my teeth, tasting the alcohol and blood on the cork, and he scoffed.

“Oh…I don’t know…death wish and shit…” he watches me as I pour some of the Sakè on my hands, sterilizing them. The lean over the tub, and shove his glove into his mouth, “bite.”

I pour the Sakè onto the wound, and he groans in pain. His eyes strew shut, and his head falls back against the wall but he doesn’t wiggle or thrash away. After the area is cleared of any blood, I pull away and he breaths heavily.

“Sorry…I think you deserve this.” I hold the bottle up, and he takes it. Removing the glove, he replaces it with the bottle as he greedily tries to numb the pain.

“H…how do I do this? Just…stitch you like I’m stitching a hole in a shirt or some shit?” I ask, looking up at him as I analyze the wound. He scoffs again, and with lidded eyes looks down at me.

“No…stupid…it’s different.” I scoff this time, glaring at him, “oh I’m sorry, I’ve never fucking done this genius.”

“Clearly.”

“Fuck you.”

“Not now…” he takes another sip, closing his eyes as he thinks, “you need to clean the needle first.”

“It’s never been used.” I huff, and he shoots me a glare, “right, right. Clean needle. Hand me the bottle.”

He passes it over, and I pour the alcohol on it. I pass the bottle back, and he sits it onto of his bent knee, “ya gotta thread it, then push it in at a 90 degree angle. 90 (Y/n).”

“I heard.” I snap, lining the threaded needle up against his skin. I swallow, and push it through. He winces slightly, but relaxes after its on the other side. I pull it all the way through, and wait.

“Knot it, tightly so that it doesn’t come loose but not too tight that it tears the skin. Then repeat.”

I nod, tying it. I continue, slowly but surely as my work turns less and less mediocre. He drinks, numbing himself as he stares off into space. He absentmindedly pets the cat, who had been oh so good at protecting the almost 6’ foot man who was bleeding out only a few feet away from the litter box.

I lean back, admiring my work. Tsunade always said I stitched like a drunk silk worm, but looking down at the closed wound all I wanted to do was send letter after letter to my mother’s cousin to stick it in her face.

I was not a drunk slick worm.

“So…you gonna tell me how the great Kakashi got in paled like a damn pig?” I ask, wiping my hands of his blood. He huffs, rolling his head to look at me. He’s eyes were tired, and he looked worn and beat. I didn’t know what he did on missions, the extensive stuff, but I did know it was swallowing him up and eating him from the inside.

“…classified.”

I scoff, standing and he weakly tries to protest, “(Y/n-”

“No. If you don’t want to talk about it then we won’t talk about it.” I start cleaning the needle as the sink, and the dried blood on my hands. He watches me, I could feel his eyes, and they’re sad.

“…it was the same shinobi…from that night.”

My heart stops, and so does my hands, but I slowly move my hands again under the water, “…really?”

He stays quiet, the only thing breaking the silence was the water rushing and Sakè purring. Finally he moved to stand, wincing, “(Y/n)-”

I catch him, and let his body weight flood over me like a sack of sand. I cup his face, and push his silver hair away. He frowns down at me, and he looked so old in that moment, so tired.

“I killed them…”

I frown at him, nodding, “let’s get you out of those clothes, yeah?”

“I don’t think I’ll fit into your clothes…”

“Genma can learn to share.” I help him slowly step out of the tub, and lean on me as we shuffle down the hall to my room. I let him softly flop on my futon, and he groans. He watched me as I leave, heading to Genmas nest of horrors.

I come back a few minutes later, having to thoroughly sniff check the clothes before giving them to Kakashi. Even as a Hatake, he’s nose was so much more sensitive then any Hatake or Inuzuka or anyone from my father side.

“Here, it’s not the best but it’s Gemma-” I stop, and swallow. He was passed out on my futon, shirt and pants off. I sigh, and place the clothes on my desk. I head over to him, and brush his hair back and away from his face.

I took in ever detail, every line and divot, the long scar, the mole. Everything. I never got to actually see him anymore, even with the mask, so I drank up the time greedily.

I sigh, standing up and headed to the balcony. I needed a smoke.

I boredly play with the dumpling, not really paying attention as my best friend Ichibangase Kaori ranted about the latest hot gossip circling the village. I could always count on her to keep me up to date on things while, in her words, I was “hiding in my science burrow and turning into a mole”.

“All im saying is that I just know the Hokage is hiding porn up there, he can’t possibly be working the whole time-(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” She leans over, snapping her fingers in my face. I hum, looking up. She sighs, sitting back in her seat.

“You’re distracted, and when you’re distracted you slump into your hand and then you get a mark.”

I furrow my brows, “I do not have a mark.”

She makes a face, and sips her tea, “sure.”

I sigh, pushing my short hair back, “I’m sorry…I’m just tired and you took me to lunch, it’s not fair.”

“Oh I don’t care about Lunch, gosh you apologized so much we gotta look back on that,” I make a deepened face, “all I’m saying if you work too hard, you barely get out anymore. I don’t think I’ve seen you since Gais birthday and I barely saw you!”

“It’s a lot of work! I mean, we just started this project and we’ve only just scratched the surface of this-”

“(Y/n). You work too hard. I worry about you.” She says sternly, and takes another sip of her tea. Soon, she goes back to talking.

I frown, and go back to playing with my food. She was probably right. I did work a lot.

She hums suddenly, looking up at me expectantly, “has your brother sent a message about the wedding?”

Oh yes, my oldest half brothers wedding. Soichiro was the next head of the Takamori clan in Suna, the lions of the sand. The Takamori clan and the Inuzuka clan were said to come from the same common ancestor, but even if Tsume and I had a drop of blood binding us we never seemed to agree on anything.

“He wants it the fall, won’t be excruciatingly hot then.” I responded, thinking, “it will still be hot though. It’s Suna.”

She hums, “are you excited? You haven’t been back there in two years.”

I shrugged, “I guess…”

I was excited, I had always loved visiting my father’s family in Suna. It was big, and loud, and everything my mother and i’s two-man clan wasn’t. I loved sand sledding with my older brothers, beading with my cousins, aunts and grandaunts, polishing the silver blades before my granduncle hammered them into wooded handles.

My father, Takamori Pazū, was the head of the Takamori clan, and had been since he was 10. It was war, and my grandfather had died tragically in battle leaving his wife and three children. My father took up the mantle quite quickly, and has been holding the fort down ever since.

His two sisters, Saeko and Hachi, were two of the first and youngest women to go to war and never let any of us younger kids forget. If we ever complained about the heat or being hungry or hurt one of them would always be there to say, “you think this is bad? I was in the desert for two weeks without water once. Tough it out.”

Of course, they did exaggerate, Aunt Hachi most of all. Aunt Saeko was in the war longer then Hachi, not marrying or settling down till the Suna council forced her. Hachi married young, 16, and now works with her husband’s weapons shop where they make chakra infused blades.

Saeko is head of ANBU in Suna, and won’t be retiring anytime soon from what my cousin Hachidori says in her letters.

Hachidori is Saekos only child, a seer like our Grandmother, who won’t stop telling me that I will “grow from the seed you think you’ll always be.”

Hachidori was the cousin I was the closest too, and I was glad I’d get to see her again most of all. If the council agreed to let me leave, of course.

“It’s a big “what if”.”

“Huh? But it’s your brothers wedding!” She exclaimed, frowning.

“He’s not a Senju, and he’s not from Konoha, the council won’t see any reason for me to go and put myself in danger. Konoha and Suna might be allied now, but the relationship is still strained…they wouldn’t risk it.”

She huffs, crossing her arms, “…is it because of Danz-”

I hold up a hand, silencing her. I didn’t like talking about Danzo, in any scenario-with any person.

“It’s because I am the only Senju in the village. Kaachan is in the capital and Tsunade is Kami knows where, I’m…”

“Important?”

“…yeah, let’s go with that.” I sigh again, taking a sip of my cold tea. “I’ll figure something out, throw the guilt card at them, it’s worked before.”

“You weren’t engaged before.”

I throw her a glare, silencing her.

Oh yes, rule number “idgaf” of being a princess: get engaged to someone of equal or higher class then you to make more snobby rich babies.

She sighs, tucking her straight dirty blonde hair behind her ear, “youre a Senju princess, they won’t just let you leave no matter what your dating status is…this just adds to it.”

I hum, thinking. She’s right, they won’t just let me leave…unless…

I smile at her, taking a big gulp of my tea, “don’t worry, I have someone who owes me a big favor.”

[echoelena-ing]

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Summery:

In wich Haruno Sakura came from a clan, a crew, of the sea, of sailors and stormbringers. A Sakura that hides weapons in her unusual skirts and wields her axes with a fearal grin and movements so barbaric that her academy teachers would get a stroke.

[thottyimagines]

Yamato ask was 10/10 😂 best to worst peeps to have a one night stand with?

A weird amalgamation:

Ino is fine with a one night stand, likely gained some info from it, and treated her partner for the night so, so well. She made breakfast and sent them on their merry way. 10/10 experience.

Choji would be great, could be great, but he needs to let go. He is attentive and makes a feast for the gods in the morning, but god, he wants a date ASAP. Even if you aren't into seeing him again, the morning after makes the awkward turn down worth it. And if you do, well, perfect.

Shisui would be a glorious lay. He'd be so fun, and he wouldn't mind acquiring coffee before going your separate ways. But god, when he sees you in the wild, he stares at you like a predator.

Kakashi, if he could somehow manage a one night stand in him, would be a wondrous lover. But he'd be weird afterwards. Dead shark eyes staring at you in public, if you don't keep in touch. If you do keep in touch, though, food and gifts happen upon you periodically.

Hashirama would be a glorious lover, but a terrible one night stand. He cannot let go. He scares off any future lovers.

Genma kind of sucks. He has a twin bed to discourage his dalliances from staying over. He pretends it never happens, but at least he isn't weird and spreading it to the hokage and all of Konoha.

Sasuke would not let a one night stand lie. What do you mean you aren't betrothed after the fact?? How on earth is he to restore his clan??

Sakura wants to be normal and chill, but she fully stalks her one-night paramour. All of their potential love interests may find some unfortunate ends.

Tobirama would scorn the idea of a one night stand. Sleeping with him would be a culmination of flirtation and intellectual foreplay. You are not going anywhere.

[crows-and-cookies]

New headcacnnon: Gai is actually apart of a mlm (verging on cult) and he spent all of his jonin paychecks on the green jumpsuits (first level buy-in). He’s desperate to move up to the next level and be let in the cult, but Kakashi sees through the whole thing and fights against him trying to involves the students at every turn. Kakashi has been trying to get him out of the cult for years but Gai can only think of the 120 boxes of jumpsuits that crowd his apartment. Everyone once in a while the other jonins and students all join together and try to have an intervention. ‘This is madness’ they say, gesturing to the couch made of cardboard boxes covered with jumpsuits he’s sprawled on and the green pillows he’s made of jumpsuits. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ Gai says, propping his feet up on a coffee table made of boxes full of jumpsuits. ‘Lee, don’t you agree with me?’ He asks. ‘Don’t you drag Lee any further into this!’ Sakura cries. Yamato and Sakura lead a sobbing Lee out, and Tenten stakes out his apartment and has to stop him from going back to Gai’s later. Kakashi is genuinely at his wits end until Tsuande steps in and dispatches an ANBU unit (with Kakashi pulled out of retirement, of course) to go destroy all of the jumpsuits. Yamato and Genma go and shake down the mlm contract holder, and once he agrees to let Gai free of his debt, they let Sai and Sakura run him out of town.

The mission goes perfectly and though Gai is distraught, and they can all breathe easy. Until Gai discovers essential oils 2 weeks later.

[mrssakurahatake]

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A Fan-Stache-Tic Challenge Rating: G Pairing: Kakashi and Gai friendship, minor kakasaku

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