#kakaoc fanfiction

[lemony-snickers]

1 - Naruto / Kakashi Hatake

when the party's over - billie eilish.

Kakashi felt the hard wood of the the auditorium chair digging into his back and adjusted. It was dificult not to roll his eyes as families settled into their seats, turning to talk excitedly with one another about the show.

His eyes flitted to the decorations fixed to the front of the stage, the hand painted banner with "A Time to Remember" scrawled on the front.

Kakashi had never participated in a recital like this. Even in his youth, because of who his father was and what he did for a living, Kakashi's education in movement had been exceptional. Professional from the very start.

He had taken adult workshops instead of classes with children his own age, and he had featured in a few of his father's residency works before his death - had been taken under the wing of Sakumo's friends and contemporaries thereafter.

Kakashi was grateful he had never had to demean himself in such a way, wearing cheap costumes and trying to bend and break some artistic vision into a malformed box that suited A Time to Remember.

What did that even mean? What was it supposed to convey to the audience?

Kakashi huffed, rolled his neck from one side to the other to quell his irritation. An unfamiliar hand tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to look at the person attached, seated behind him, with only the thinnest veil of social politeness pulled over his natural expression of annoyance.

"Hi," a woman said, pointing toward the curtained stage with a hand-folded program printed on too-bright green paper, "who are you here to see?"

That was the questions, wasn't it? Becasue the person he was here for was not even performing, likely had done almost as few of these types of recitals as he had himself.

But Saya Tsunematsu was a peculiar thing, a person he still did not have a good read on, despite his proclivity for undrestanding people at a glance, in most cases.

The woman behind him, for example, leaning too close and hoping desperately he too was a single parent - something they could bond over before she inevitably asked him to help with some ridiculously small home repair project in a bid to finally seduce him.

"No one," he said flatly, turning to face the stage again. He heard the woman's half-shocked sound of confusion, felt the warmth of her hand as it crept toward his shoulder again before retreating. Kakashi closed his eyes, breathed through his nose. An hour and a half, one twenty minute intermission, and he could lay to rest whatever questions he had come here to answer.

Or, at least, if he didn't, he would forcibly bury them and move on. He had spent too much time already on trying to understand Saya; her determination to challenge him at every turn.

He had originally dismissed her when she auditioned for him with a piece of his father's choreography and she had snidely retorted that he was an egotistical fraud who could never live up to his father's legacy.

The remark had stung, the fear of inadequacy which Kakashi so easily pushed down most days writhing its way up his esophagus, curdling in his mouth.

Perhaps it had been a good thing - he'd never admit it - because it had forced Kakashi to truly think about the path he had set himself upon, the goals he wanted to achieve by reviving the White Fang Dance Company. To rewrite his childhood, to bring closure to a part of his past which had remained until recently an open, festering wound.

Saya had helped with that, had challenged him repeatedly as they reworked his father's choreography. He'd never met anyone who knew the movement as well as he did until Saya. It was strange, to find someone so devoted to Sakumo's work who had never known him.

The lights of the auditorium dimmed and Kakashi settled into the familiar darkness, the hush before the curtains pulled apart to reveal another hand-made (and similarly nonsensical) set piece - a backdrop painted with a mountain range in the distance, a field of flowers in the foreground; neither of which seemed to evoke a time to remember.

The first half of the recital was devoted mostly to the youngest children, few of whom knew their places or their steps, several of whom froze mid-stage, terrified of the lights and the sea of shadowed faces. One who cried, and three who tried to climb off the stage shouting, "Mama!" or "Papa!" with delight.

Kakashi had to forcibly unclench his jaw several times.

Intermission brought headache-inducing fluorescent lights and the opportunity to buy cookies and brownies and boxes of sugar water masquerading as juice in the hallway to support the dance studio's competitive endeavors. Kakashi purchased a single red carnation, unsure why except that it gave him something to do with his hands.

When he returned to his seat, the one behind him remained vacant and Kakashi wondered despite himself whether the woman had moved on his account or if her child was one of the young ones permitted to leave early so as not to miss their bedtime.

The second half of the recital was at least slightly more interesting. The children were older, more dedicated to their burgeoning craft. And while none of them danced to a professional level, several of them showed promise, and Kakashi found himself clapping a little louder, hoping it would encourage them to keep going.

And then, finally, the last piece of the night was all that remained. Kakashi straightened in his seat as a familiar person took the stage, standing in the center wearing a simple black dress and sensible heels.

"Good evening," Saya said, smiling, the long earring she wore catching the spotlight and reflecting it back in sharp refraction. "My name is Saya Tsunematsu and I'm a performer with the White Fang Dance Company."

Kakashi felt his pulse quicken a little at the mention, the acknowledgement that she was tied to him in some way. Professionally, of course.

"I am honored to have been invited to collaborate with some of the senior students on a piece for tonight's recital. When considering the theme A Time to Remember," Kakashi almost laughed but quickly converted it to a cough before anyone noticed, "I thought back to my own childhood, to the joy that dance brought every day, even when it hurt or when I didn't get the part I wanted and my parents listened to me cry the whole way home."

Several knowing chuckles erupted from the audience and Kakashi found himself, not for the first time, slightly jealous that Saya seemed so capable of connecting with the people around her, even if they could never attain her level of talent.

"I wanted this to be a truly collaborative effort and I'm so proud of the work these students have put forth to create this piece. I will admit, their choice of music was outside my usual realm, but that only made the challenge more fun for me, and - I hope - for them. Thank you and enjoy."

Applause followed Saya into the wings and the curtain pulled open again. A single performer stood on the darkened stage, wearing a loose sleeveless top and tightly fitted shorts, all a dull grey.

When the music began, it was a soft harmonic humming until a cracking voice joined.

Don't you know I'm no good for you?

The lights slowly came up, soft blue washing over the stage as the dancer at the center began a measured adaggio - as close to a hallmark of Saya's work as Kakashi had ever been able to pinpoint.

The girl's foot trailed from her ankle to her knee, and then higher - her thigh pulling tight to the side of her body as her foot extended overhead. Even Kakashi had to admire the control and flexibility the movement required. Her leg trembled only a little as she stared blankly forward, mouth parted slightly, hands soft at her sides.

I've learned to lose you can't afford to.

Her foot flexed but she remained otherwise still as two other dancers joined her, falling from the wings with a soft flourish, pulling at their shirts as if trying to escape their confines.

Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding.

More dancers, suddenly, running swiftly onto the stage as the dancer at the center released her leg extension and joined them in a cluster, disappearing as she melted back into the sea of grey; no longer alone, but no longer special, either.

The lights flashed from blue to red, the whole ensemble moving together as one entity - expanding and contracting, lifting up onto the toes of one foot, leaning preacriously to one side until they nearly toppled over.

But nothing ever stops you leaving.

They all tugged the shoulder of each other's shirts, appearing to try and stabalize one another before it became apparent they were trying to pull each other off balance.

Kakashi did not notice he was leaning forward, perched on the edge of the uncomfortable auditorium chair as he watched.

The cluster dispersed, dancers flying in every direction, some cascading to the floor while others leapt through the air, each face painted with an expression of anguish, remorse, fear.

They all stopped suddenly, swaying on their feet; turned away from each other, staring at the floor, solemn.

The lights cut out.

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own.

Bright yellow lights burst across the stage like the flashes of cameras, the music swelled.

One dancer fell to the floor, clambered forward from one knee to the other, rolling over each pointed foot, clutching their chest. Another fell on top, resting his head on their shoulder, wrapping his arms around them as if to cradle and reassure.

But the first dancer struggled against it, tried to pull themself free.

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that.

Kakashi watched as the piece evolved, as moments of sadness and anger were punctuated by joy, by love. The lights wavered back to blue, ripened to orange and then rotten purple.

Slowly, those better moments overwhelmed the others, quelled the upset and the regret and replaced them with exultation. The dancers saw one another struggle, helped one another overcome. Rather than separate and isolated, they moved together again, one dancer propping another up as they fell.

The music crescendoed.

Let's just let it go, let me let you go.

The first dancer took her place at center stage again, but this time, instead of alone, the others joined her, all sweeping their leg up, up, up. Some weren't as steady, some not as flexible.

They all smiled.

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that.

They flexed their feet as one as the music ended with a soft tinkling of piano keys.

The lights faded to nothing, darkness swallowed their beaming faces.

The audience erupted in applause, parents and friends and family all celebrating as the lights came back and the performers took their bows. Some in the crowd stood, many shouted. The dancers all laughed, giddy and pleased with themselves, as they beckoned Saya on stage to take one final bow with them.

Kakashi was the first to leave, the excitement of the crowd trailing behind him, falling quiet as the heavy door swung closed in his wake.

He smiled the entire way home, the carnation still clutched carefully between his fingers, and he finally understood why Saya did not find recitals or their preparation to be a waste of her time or talent.

[lemony-snickers]

CANON. <3

'And you said, "Don't live in your head", The world's so wide, why not explore? And you said I got good legs, No one's ever told me that before.' | Kakashi & Saya

Merry Christmas @lemony-snickers!! This year is surely one to forget for you, I understand, but I want to thank you anyway for all the companionship, the times you let me rant and cry in your arms. The times we supported one another and even the times we argued. You are oh so very important to me even if we lately don't talk as much as I would like to. I love you very very very much and I hope you enjoy this little gift for you. <3

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Kakashi x OC

Based on the story "to answer the call" on ao3

thank you @qettleqorn for the help with the idea.

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It was a rather ordinary sentence, a total random utterance, something you’d say for friendly smalltalk to break a silence. It should have been something he’d acknowledged and moved forward instantly from. It should have been something that he would forget as soon as it was out of his head. It absolutely, under no circumstances, should have been an earth shattering revelation.

And yet, Kakashi couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You hold your books with your middle and ring finger, did you know that?” 

They’d been sitting side by side as Kakashi watched Saya’s recovery from the chakra surgery and his own genjutsu. He had told himself that he needed to be the one to supervise her improvement, as he had been the one to initiate it all in the first place. Sure, Tsuade had done the heavy lifting and she was the attending physician, but Kakashi wanted to be there too.

Always reading books and for Saya, sometimes magazines about dancing and theatre, they would sit in silence for many hours without it even becoming weird. Kakashi had always enjoyed these moments of quiet with her, never feeling the need to escape and go somewhere else. Well, maybe not always, but everything else was so long ago, that he didn’t remember.

That's when she had looked up and said those words with a smile and a little wave of her pointer finger. Kakashi had raised his brows. “Is that abnormal?” he had asked and turned the book around to look how he was holding it. It was with the middle and ring finger.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else do it,” she said. “I wouldn’t call it abnormal, but I think most people would either hold it with both hands on both sides or, if it's small, with one hand in the middle, but you do neither.”

Kakashi had never particularly thought about the way he held his books, but he saw now that she must be right then. He hadn’t watched her or other people hold things, that was not something he paid attention to. Saya, apparently, did.

“That you noticed such a thing,” Kakashi murmured into his mask and turned a page, his fingers now feeling insecure in their normal holding position. Was he wrong to hold a book like this? What was she implying?

Saya hummed. “I noticed a while back”, she said and then looked to the side out of the window. “I thought it was an odd way of holding it at first, but the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to me like it was just so - how can I describe it - gentle. It’s like you think the book is so precious that you can’t grab it, you can just hold it softly.” She turned to him with a smile. “I think that's amazing. That you care for this narrative so much that you don’t want to hurt it.”

Inside of him, a wall broke. He could hear the pieces of it falling off in loud chunks, crashing to the floor of his consciousness like Saya had personally rammed the hammer into them. Though usually not at a loss for words he found himself utterly speechless for a moment, before he murmured something like “I don’t particularly care…” and then quickly went back to reading what was in front of him and escaping the smile on her face.

Kakashi was observed a lot. People in the village liked to follow him around wherever he went, ever since his father had died when he was small. He was used to the eyes on him, the eyes on his back, his hair, his scars. He was used to people whispering when he returned with blood on his west, the stares when he brought the passed out Naruto home, the hushed tones when he had come out of the hospital after he passed out on an important mission again. People spoke about him,they admired and envied and hated and loved him. But nobody had ever looked at the way he held his books before. 

It seemed so very little in comparison. A tiny, tiny thing that should not have made any impact. And yet, it would not get out of his head. Saya had watched him sit in her space, reading, for such a long time that she had noticed that very little habit of his and her judgement had been that he was caring, gentle, loving with it. Saya thought his hands held books lovingly.

Logically, this should not have been a discussion. This should have been something he would dwell on, but the sentence stuck in his mind even after he returned home as if it was a constant echo. It was nothing special, just an observation a friend had made about him. But why then did it feel like it was so much bigger than that?

The more he turned over the moment in his head, the more confused he became about his own reaction to it. There was nothing especially outstanding about it. They’d been sitting together and reading for a while now, even before her surgery, she had broken the always comfortable silence to make an observation and had backed up when he asked about it. Sure, she’d smiled and her hair had looked a little messy from laying for too long, but that wasn’t special. He’d seen it several times.

Right? It wasn’t special that her eyes had sparkled in this beautiful green colour they had when they had complimented him and it wasn’t special that her cheeks had been just slightly pink as if she was embarrassed to admit it. None of these things mattered, those were just observations. Just like hers.

It was late at night when he realised that the feeling he felt was happiness. Saya complimenting him about something nobody had ever even noticed about him before made him happy. It made him really happy, actually. Like she had just personally cooked him his favourite meal or told him she’d treat Naruto for Ramen next time so he could save money. 

Incredible how such a tiny thing could make one so very happy. But that was how it was between friends, right? They were close and he was glad she wasn’t mad at him for giving her this wonderful genjutsu dream only to take it away from her. That was all that was.

He returned to her the next day, as usual, striding into her room with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding his Icha Icha novel. He had spent much too much time in the morning trying to adjust his hands to see how “usual” people carried a book around, but he couldn’t quite fit his hands to do it.

“Good morning,” she said, “I made tea.” Saya had apparently expected him to come by, because that's what he had been doing the last few weeks. Kakashi could clearly see her eyes flicker up to his hand in the book and then she smiled and though she said nothing about it, it felt like Kakashi was in the middle of a collapsing building in an earthquake.

Once again, it felt like something he had built inside his mind was falling away in big parts. As if each time her eyes found his and it made her smile to see him, there was a part of a wall that came crumbling down. This wasn’t just happiness, Kakashi analysed. He had been happy many times in his life but he’d never been happy like this. This was a completely new level of feeling, as if everything Saya was doing or saying was somehow illuminated by a sudden gush of evening sun.

He only got what was happening to him when she handed him his teacup.

She’d done that many times that they had been sitting together and chatting. That had, after all, been how their whole friendship started in the first place. They had carried each other, wiped away tears, comforted each other and then, for a long time, slept next to one another and yet her touch never quite left the burn behind it did now as she lightly brushed over his fingers to give him his hot tea.

Kakashi only knew the sensation from books, he had never personally felt it before. At least not that he remembered and definitely not in this intensity. But there was absolutely no mistaking it. Every sign pointed to only one thing.

“Ah.” Kakashi could hear the penny drop in his mind. 

He didn’t notice he had spoken out loud until Saya turned her head in amusement: “Did you burn your hands?”

“No,” he replied, pouting a little. “I just don’t think I know how to hold things anymore now that you think I’m a person that holds books like a freak.” He sent a quick thank you to his father for teaching him quick wit.

“I meant that as a compliment. I do agree you are a freak, but not because you hold books other than normal.” She shook her head and laughed.

Kakashi wondered if he’d ever seen a laugh that he liked as much as hers and then his heart hammered against his chest.

Ah no. What to do with this?

[akamikazae]

Love me Mercilessly Kakashi x f!Oc Chapter 37 Frostbite word count: 14k tw: Ptsd episode (brief canon typical violence/mentions of blood), brief mentions of trauma, brief mentions of childhood trauma/neglect/abuse, a couple mildly suggestive lines. And a bit of overindulgent fluff at the end hehe [previous chapters on Ao3] Kakashi is faced with a life changing decision. Akami and Sasuke navigate their changing relationship, and struggle to find the right words to define what that relationship really means.

Kakashi had been on assignment for well over a month. Akami tried hard not to count the days, it set her teeth on edge when he’d been absent for so long and unable to send word. She was afraid that she still was not enough.  Akami'd worry her hands through her hair, frightened that he’d die in battle in a foreign land— for his county, for a comrade, some innocent life he thought he could save. It’s what he was supposed to do–it’s what they’re all supposed to do but Akami slept better knowing that if it came down to it she would walk away--come home to Sasuke and Kakashi the rest of the world be damned; they were her world. 

Her pupils pulsed with terror each time Kakashi crossed the Village gates chakra exhausted and covered in blood. She knew he would give his dying breath to save them both…he would do it for almost any Konoha nin. She wouldn’t admit that it made her feel like a failure that he couldn’t put her before his duty. All it would do was start a fight and make him feel guilty and the very last thing Kakashi Hatake needed was another reason to feel guilty. He'd defend both his love for her and his love for Konoha and Akami would argue that was the problem right there. 

At the very least work kept her busy and her mind occupied.  The Jonin department had a meeting scheduled with Kusagakure. Officially the meeting would take place on the 22nd of March—unofficially the meeting was set for the 28th of April. Kusgakure was known for their diplomacy, and though the Hidden Village was never outright foe— due in part to their proximity—terms were shaky at best. The Nations had been sending correspondence since a little after her hire. Akami and Shikaku’s slow growing self proclaimed startup, better known between the two as the ‘strategic division’ proposed the formal sit down; for once the Council consented. 

Konoha wanted to get their hands on Kusa’s intelligence. Their prime location and unpredictable terrain aided their abilities to so successfully read and anticipate the movements of other nations, so it came as no surprise the Hidden Village pumped out shinobi highly skilled in espionage. Although Konoha’s aim was to get signatures stating peace between borders, another nation would always be a threat, treaty or not; as the saying went, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

The meeting was a couple months away…hell even the phony meeting was two months out but Akami was anxious. Shikaku requested that she come along for negotiations. Aside from Hiruzen’s hand selected escort, Shikaku wanted Akami to choose the rest of their detail. She’d been on diplomatic missions before, accompanying Danzo, disguised in a henge or hidden in the shadows–those meetings ended by jamming a spear of ice right into some noblemen's brainstem. Or better yet slaughtering the entire councilroom the second the sound seals went up and the door locked. This time it was different, she’d be playing the part of herself, Akami Ketsueki assistant Jonin Commander of the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

While Akami went over the roster and upcoming mission schedules for the evening, Sasuke popped a movie in the VCR.

Despite it being his night to choose, he knocked out halfway through the film, head nestled on Akami’s lap. She tried her best not to disturb him, in the same ways she’d get trapped beneath one of Kakashi’s ninken happily snoozing while her legs went numb, she managed to drape a throw blanket over Sasuke and dragged the mission request forms across the coffee table with her foot. 

She lowered the volume on the television to soothe Sasuke and not distract her. The voices and dim lighting faded into the background like a crackling white noise in her focus.

Genma Shiranui and Radiō Namiashi, both expertly trained under Lord Fourth, now often employed as Hiruzen’s personal guard were already appointed to their detail. She was certain the Hokage would be taking an Anbu escort as well. Their aim would be to project the Hokage and listen from the Shadows; so she could expect at least two additional bodies.

For the ‘strategic division’s escort she considered Gai. Akami looked over his file. While she never questioned his intelligence or skill he was a bit of an acquired taste. She struck his name from the list of potentials. 

‘Plink’ 

Akami glanced at the television beneath her brow, assuming the sound of droplets must have come from the movie. The paper fluttered as she flipped through the next document. 

Aoba Yamashiro. A Tokubetsu Jonin, assisted in T and I. Inochi was a fan. His special techniques worked well in interrogation, which meant he should function well in a negotiation. He summoned crows — Akami was all too familiar with crows. Shikaku sent him out with Raidō a lot. Raidō — and Kokutō for that matter — would be accompanying them. Seeing as Aoba often provided assistance to swordsmen, theoretically he would be able to adapt to Akami’s fighting style, if need be. 

‘Plink’   ‘Plink’  

Akami smiled with the pen cap between her teeth. She circled his name, the nib scraping against the parchment. 

‘Plink’  

Sasuke snuggled in her lap. Akami brushed the hair from his forehead, smoothing the wrinkles from his brow. She shuffled her paperwork again, the files cascading from the corner beneath her thumb.  

‘Plink–Plink’ 

Kurenai Yuhi- recently appointed Jonin. Kurenai was calm, sharp and resourceful. A sensor type specializing in genjutsu. Akami’s sensing abilities were roughly that of an experienced genin. Shikaku was strong enough thanks to his yin release, but Kurenai would make a far better tracker and was skilled with seals. Her mastery of genjutsu had her seeing through any and every illusion–making her a good second for Shikaku’s Clan techniques as well. Akami circled her name. 

‘Plink’ 

‘Plink–Plink’  

Akami snapped her head up. She was certain now it wasn’t the television. The sound was too clear and crisp to come from the neighbors especially given the hour. It sounded like water droplets hitting the floor. Did she leave the tap on in the kitchen? 

She craned her neck over the backend of the couch in an impossible attempt to see the sink–though she would not be able to tell from that angle. She frowned in the dark and turned back to Sasuke. 

Akami jumped when she saw the figure shrouded in shadows lurking in the entryway. She laid a hand protectively over Sasuke.

‘Plink’ 

Kakashi stood still as a statue, even his gaze looked carved from stone. He concealed his chakra–his entire presence so excellently the hair at the nape of Akami’s neck stood on end. 

It made her uneasy to have been unable to smell the blood pooling at his feet. Coating his armor, dripping from his hair and splattered across his mask–the viscous blood red of his eye illuminated by the flickering colored light from the television.    

Akami discarded the documents, lifted Sasuke’s head from her lap and placed it gently on the cushion. She stood, rounding the couch moving as little as possible. 

“Kakashi,” she whispered, attempting to lull him from his catatonic state.  He didn’t react, eyes trained on the wall with his thousand yard stare. “Kakashi?” Akami tried again, when he did not so much as blink.  She evaded a puddle of blood. The floorboards groaned beneath her steps.   Hound snapped to attention. Pupils blown, eyes narrowed in distrust. Akami didn't need to see his face to feel that his teeth were bared. 

His body took over, a preservation instinct ingrained into every ninja–– it did not matter if that preservation was for your own life or the intel you carried—it was that instinct that brought you back home even if your mind was miles away, out in the thicket trudging through enemy territory. So as Kakashi stood there in the dark it was only in the flesh, the rest of him was still struggling to come back home. 

And though Akami knew he couldn't help it, it made her angry to see him look at her like that. “You’re home now.” She said, unable to contain a slight bitter sneer. 

She reached out to touch his shoulder, he swatted her hand away. Ensnaring her wrist. She felt her bones creak in his hold, but did not attempt to wrench herself free. 

“Why don’t you shower—change.” He’d feel better if he washed the blood off. It was harder to re-assimilate to life in the Village than it was to be elbow deep in the enemy's guts, — she’d been there plenty herself. For all the lessons they learned at the Academy no one ever taught them to compartmentalize, either you figured out how best to manage or the paranoia ate away at you.   

“It’s okay.” She said, His pupils fluttered and focused on hers, “you’re okay,” the curl of his lip rescinded and his grip loosened. “You’re safe—“ She started, opening her mouth to attempt to lull him from his mission-like trance just as Sasuke stirred in his sleep. 

In Kakashi’s state of hypervigilance he could hear the fabric of the couch rustle. His grip tightened and his neck eerily cranned toward the sound. 

Akami’s muscles tensed, “Stand down.” 

He did not heed her order. His chakra boiled over like a kettle on an open flame and killing intent seeped out in a screeching steam. 

Despite herself Akami could not help but panic, “Calm down or leave!” she demanded, tearing her wrist from his hold, effectively reclaiming his attention. Which in hindsight was a mistake and Hound pushed them back against the wall, boxing her in. He was seeing threats everywhere.   

The chill of the porcelain mask against her cheek was startling compared to the heat blazing off him. Akami’s eyes met his, pupils so thin they were swallowed by yellow. The cushions on the back of the couch shifted, Sasuke grumbled. 

“Kakashi, you need to calm down.” Yet his eyes both the smoky charcoal and unsettling red, were blown, dilated beyond belief from adrenaline. He still wasn’t there. 

He gave Akami no choice…

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A troublesome quirk. A simple request. An awkward favor.

Gravitational Constant - Rated T, Izuku MIdoriya/Ochaco Uraraka, Minor Manga Spoilers, Pre-Chapter 306

Every object in the Universe exerts its own gravitational force. As a principle of physics, your gravitational attraction is proportional to your size, and most people–even BMI Hero Fat Gum–aren’t massive enough to exert much force at all. Still, we are each constantly drawing others into our orbit, even if our individual energy isn’t very powerful.  But what if someone’s pull is so strong you can’t escape it?

Green Tea Excerpts (IzuOcha Week 2021 Prompt One-Shots) - Rated T, Izuku Midoriya/Ochaco Uraraka, Alternate Universe-Various, Minor Manga Spoilers, Pre-Chapter 306

Unstoppable / Perfect Union (Modern/Quirkless AU)

Dreamscape / Nightmare (Soulmate-if-you-squint AU)

Wooden / Mirror (Fantasy AU)

Luck / Risk (Modern/Quirkless AU)

Touch / Stare (Not an AU, just at UA!)

Silver / Sparkle (Circus AU)

Wander / Adventure (Sci-Fi/Futuristic AU)

Lost / Found (Aged-Up/Pro Heroes)

Fierce Love - Rated T, Minor Manga Spoilers, Inko Midoriya-centric, TW Limb Loss, Pre-Chapter 306

Inko Midoriya believed a father’s goodness should be taller than a mountain and a mother’s love should run deeper than the ocean. For her son Izuku, Inko realized she would need to be both and more. So she grew tall and dove deep. She learned to be patient and devoted. She steeled herself until she was stoic and strong.  And she prepared to have her heart broken.

The Divination Series - Rated G/T, MAJOR Manga Spoilers, Post-Chapter 306

Tasseography - Four times Ochaco Uraraka made tea.

Astromancy - Izuku Midoriya taks a much needed rest and gazes up at the stars.

Pyroscopy -  Pull the pin. Aim at the base. Squeeze the trigger. Sweep side-to-side.  (Katsuki Bakugo)

Ailuromancy - Shouta Aizawa returns home.

Dririmancy -  Promises are broken and secrets kept. The weight of the world is too heavy to bear, but still it must be shouldered. (Toshinori Yagi)

Abacumancy - For the first time in many years, Tenko Shimura is afraid.

Valor in Calamity - Rated M, MAJOR Manga Spoilers, IzuOcha Hurt/Comfort Week Submission, Post-Chapter 306, Izuku Midoriya/Ochaco Uraraka, TW Depression, TW Limb Loss, TW PTSD, TW Character Death

Izuku Midoriya grieves what he’s lost. Deku defends an uncertain future.  Uravity grapples with the aftermath. Ochaco Uraraka nurtures an ever-diminishing spark of hope.

That Place You’re Searching For, I Know You’ll Find (Because the Stars Are on Your Side) - Rated T, IzuOcha Temple 4th Anniversary Masquerade Event Submission, Bittersweet Ending

Izuku’s expression is sincere when he presses his lips to her cheek, pulling away with an exaggerated smack that makes Ochako giggle.  “Dummy,” she says, and he nuzzles his face against her cheek hard, as if he’s trying to scrub the freckles from his skin and transfer them to hers. “Your dummy,” he whispers, green eyes sparkling with amusement. It’s true.

The Mother & the Maiden - Rated G, MAJOR Manga Spoilers (up to chapter 323), Inko Midoriya-centric

True love is selfless.  It might be patient or kind, but it is also strong; prepared to sacrifice, to protect and defend.  To fight like hell when required.

Escape Velocity - Rated E, Angst, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Izuocha Smut Week 2021

Escape velocity; the minimum speed needed for a free, non-propelled object to escape from the gravitational influence of a massive body, that is, to eventually reach an infinite distance from it.

What Dreams Will Come (IzuOcha Week 2022) - Rated M, CREATOR CHOSE NOT TO USE ARCHIVE WARNINGS,  Izuku Midoriya/Ochaco Uraraka, Canon Divergent

The future is not fixed. But even within the unevenly splintering depths of eternity, some fundamental answers remain the same. The Earth is round. The sky is mostly blue. Deku is always a Hero. Everything else is tenuous at best—the rest of the story can change in an instant.

Weight - Rated M, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Whumptober Prompts Crush Injuries/Force, Angst, Hurt No Comfort

In the end, it is gravity that betrays her.

Simple Syrup - Rated T for exactly one chapter, Semi-Related One-Shots, All Quite Short, IzuOcha Fluff Week 2021

The life of a Pro Hero can be complicated, but with the right partner at your side, Ochaco and Izuku know some things are simple. The way they rest their head against your shoulder after a long shift or make your favorite meal on your day off. The softness of their hair between your fingers or the reassuring sound of their quiet snoring. Even for busy Pros Deku and Uravity, life is pretty sweet. As long as they have each other.

Chasing Sunrise - Rated T for grief/mourning, dementia, major illness, hurt no comfort, Izuku Midoriya, Toshinori Yagi, Ochaco Uraraka, Inko Midoriya

Getting old is supposed to be a privilege, so why does this feel more like a curse?

Beneath the Tea Leaves - Rated T for minor character death

Children are told from an age too young to recall not to wander into Yuuei Forest alone. There is magic in these woods, and not all of it is kind to visitors. There are tricksters in the trees, strange voices babbling in brooks. A pretty woman sleeping in the moss, wreathed by pink flowers.

Cowboy Bebop

Cowboy Philosophers - Rated G, No Warnings

The four members of the Bebop crew answer one question: “What would you do if it was your last night alive?”

Into the Void - Rated T, Whumptober Prompts Scars/Recovery/Aftermath, Whump, Angst, Swearing

In the wake of loss, the Bebop is too quiet.

Justified

The Kentucky Wildflowers Series - Rated M, Timothy Gutterson/OFC, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Past Rape/Non-Con

In the Fields of Solidago -  Being the best marksman in Kentucky has its pitfalls, like being loaned out to every state or federal agency in the tri-state area in need of a dead-shot sniper. When just such an arrangement is made, Tim Gutterson finds himself pulled into a case that has nothing to do with his job, but everything to do with his humanity.

A Spider in the Bluebells - Tim Gutterson had always considered himself a rational man. But the latest case on his desk has forced him to uncomfortably assess his fundamental understanding of right and wrong; good and evil. It made him feel anything but sensible. As a Deputy U.S. Marshal, does it matter whether the fugitive you’re hunting is truly guilty? Should it?

Thorn & Thistle - Introspective companion pieces from Kathryn Geller’s POV.

[masayumesworld]

When it comes to my fan-fiction stories, I  publish on the following platforms:

Fanfiction.net as masayume2126

ArchiveOfOurOwn as masayume2126/dreamyvanilla

Current WIPs:

1. Catching Fire (ItaSaku) Naruto Fan-fiction [Chapters]

2. Not Spring, Only Cherry Blossoms (ItaSaku) Naruto Fan-fiction [Chapters]

3. La Petite Fleur (MadaSaku) Naruto Fan-fiction [One-Shot]

Completed Stories:

1. Kotaeru (SasuSaku) Naruto Fan-fiction [One-Shot]

2. La Petite Mort (KakaSaku) Naruto Fan-fiction [One-Shot]

3. Au Clair de Lune (IzaToga) Inuyasha Fanfiction [One-Shot]

4. Shinobi: Road Not Taken  (KakaOC) Naruto Fan-fiction [Chapters]

5. Taiyou to Tsuki (SeshOC) Inuyasha Fan-fiction [Chapters]

Future Stories: 

1. Omnia (Harry Potter Fan-fiction) [Chapters]

2. A Serpent’s Tale  (Harry Potter Fan-fiction) [Chapters]

[lemony-snickers]

sa;dlfjasdl;fksjdfsadf <3 <3

finishing up the last request from like.. 3 weeks ago :D Oops. anyway || Konohamaru x OC / Shino x OC / All Might x OC / Kakashi x OC / Kakashi x OC reloaded

"why are you doing this?" "because i love you."

for @lemony-snickers

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“Alright, lets do this,” Kakashi sat down with his legs folded right in front of her holding a piece of paper in his left hand. “You ready?”

In reply, Saya rolled her eyes. She wondered why he even used the piece of paper for this every night when he for sure must have been more than aware of what was written on it. He had read the points on it to her so many times after all. Lady Tsunade had not tasked go through the entire checklist with her, the list had been more like guidelines for Saya to follow, still he had taken it upon himself to make sure she was checking herself everyday, if she liked it or not.

Expertly at ignoring stuff he didn’t want to see, Kakashi didn’t comment on her eyerolls, instead focusing on the paper in front of him as if she had enthusiastically told him she was ready to be checked out. “Have you done your daily chakra molding exercises”, he asked, one sharp eye aimed at her. “Where you put the piece of paper on your flat hand and-“

“Try to put chakra through it, yes, yes, I’ve done so,” Saya waved with her hand.

Kakashi tapped her knee in front of him: “Any new insights?”

“It does the molding thing,” she said and then truthfully, “and it’s happening much faster now than it did a week ago, but not different from how it was when you asked me this question literally yesterday.”

He ignored that snarky comment too and returned to the paper: “How is your head doing when you mold chakra? Do you have headaches?”

Saya laid her head onto her shoulder: “I told you that yesterday and it hasn’t changed: sometimes I do get them.” Wasn’t it bad enough that she had her entire chakra network destroyed against her will and now could no longer do the only job she was ever really good at? Did he have to remind her of that thing every day?

Truth was, Saya was doing chakra exercises everyday, even more than she was allowed to by Lady Tsunade’s instructions and yes they did make her feel weak and give her headaches, but it was better than to sit around and do absolutely nothing while outside somewhere the death machine that had recently cost Sarutobi Asuma’s life continued moving. It gave her something to do, some purpose.

Stil, she wished Kakashi wouldn’t harp so much on that. If only he treated her the same as she was before, as if she hadn’t been injured in the first place. It would probably make her life much easier.

“You should take this seriously,” Kakashi said with a strict look. “Your health is important.”

Saya sighed. “I am serious. I can’t improve as quickly as you ask me for improvement. It’s also not like you have to check up on me doing this all the time. I don’t really understand why you are doing this so thoroughly.”

“Because I love you,” he replied without missing a beat. “And as such your health is important to me, as I just said.”

She bit her inner mouth to keep herself from blushing like a teenager. Verbal confirmation of his feelings for her still shook her a little. She stretched and sat up straight.

“Fine,” Saya said. “Ask away then, I’m ready.”

[bouncyirwin]

🔥 Steamy Fics - Rec List 🔥

I decided to compile a list of some of my favourite smutty fics for you guys to enjoy as well! Remember to let the author know if you like their work ✨

Room Service by mummapaintstheblues || KakaSaku || 11.6k words

“If you've got a kink there, I can help work it out for you.” Sakura almost choked on her drink. Turning her whole body to regard him fully in a show of, what she hoped was obvious disgust. The sight of his smirk reigniting her fury. While it was attractive enough to send tingles of anticipation through her before, right now it only served to add to her misery

AU where Sakura struggles to resist the charms, and fingers, of Hotel Masseuse Kakashi.

Watching You Watching Me || KakaSaku(Gen) || 2.1k words

Sakura reveals that she wants to be on display for Kakashi. Kakashi asks Genma to help out.

Kakashi Candyman by Endoh || KakaSaku || 7.6k words

"Just how much did you drink before coming down here?" "Sakura," Kakashi murmured darkly, trailing his hands down her thighs as he knelt at her feet, "I'm still thirsty." Kakashi notices that his wife could use a little 'de-stressing' before hosting the Halloween Benefit Gala….

Better Man by Kakashisgf || KakaSaku || 179.7k words

Sakura and Sasuke have been married for over a decade, but things are far from perfect, and Sakura's beginning to realize that maybe she deserves better.

Follow Your Nose by TipsyRaconteur || KakaSaku || 8k words

Sakura decides to find her signature scent. Kakashi “helps”. Things get out of hand.

Icha Icha Fanfiction by TipsyRaconteur || KakaSaku || 12k words

Kakashi suspected that Sakura was writing Icha Icha fanfiction. And if she was the author… and she was pairing Junko with her former teacher… well, that had some very interesting implications.

Pin Me Up, Pin Me Down by J-Pop Princess || KakaSaku || 20k words

Sakura is in her third year of medical school and is struggling to pay the bills. When an opportunity comes to pose as a nude model for a men's magazine, she reluctantly takes it, but she didn't expect the magnetic pull toward her photographer.

Something Dangerous by moderndayportia || KakaSaku || 17.3k words

Sakura must submit to Kakashi's special training to prepare for a lethal mission.

Repercussions by AshleyTrecartin || KakaSaku || 3.9k words

Kakashi hates hospitals, and Sakura knows that. Usually she handles her boyfriend's checkups, but when he finds out that he made her an appointment to see Ino he decides to punish her.

The Gift that Keeps on Giving by ivegotpurple || KakaSakuShisui || 4.4k words

Shisui likes to buy his two partners gifts.

Based on the prompt "The skirt is short on purpose."

Hands To Yourself by TipsyRaconteur || GenIno || 6k words

Genma takes a very handsy, very drunk Ino home to NOT sleep with her. Yet.

Players by Kukaburraxxii || GenIno || 153.1k words

Ino joins the league of players.

Snapdragons and Steel by SomnificSheep || GenIno || 6.7k words

Fox doesn’t know why he continues to do this. Every mission he dons the mask it’s the same. He rolls deep in the oceans of regret, waves cresting and breaking over him with terrifying force. Years of this, and it never gets easier. Fox does his duty, comes home, pastes on a smile, and pushes through with a stoic determination he’s not sure anyone expects from him.~or~Genma comes home to something new.

magic in your hands by exarite || TobiSaku || 4.3k words

Haruno Sakura is a massage therapist. Senju Tobirama is her hot, older client.

Push My Buttons by mrssakurahatake || GenSaku || 5.7k words

Ino has set Sakura up on another blind date, but she gets trapped in the hospital elevator before her date can even begin.

Sakura looked around at the worn-out speaker and the dead security camera and for a brief moment considered just punching a hole in the floor. It would serve the board right for refusing to fix the stupid machine properly.

Genma's voice brought her out of her own spirling thoughts, "I don't like that look."

"I was thinking of just punching my way out, but the board would probably take the cost of fixing it from the general budget, and that would affect my patients."

"I guess we finally found a situation you can't just punch your way out of?"

"Don't push it, Shirunai. I would be more than happy to punch you."

Ask Me Nicely by TheCopyMistress || GenSaku || 4k words

He could give her what she needed. All she had to do was ask for it.

Supplemental Training by ohayohimawari || KakaOC || 5k words

At Jiraiya's insistence, Kakashi learns the art of seduction, as well as how to keep his inner demons at bay. A Konoha Brothel story.

Overindulgence by ohayohimawari || KakaMei || 2.7k words

Thanksgiving is a time to grow closer to your loved ones and indulge in the pleasures of the harvest from the year. Kakashi and Mei do both...with gusto.

Things you just don’t talk about by Enodia || ShikaSaku || 119.3k words

"Do you enjoy sex?" Shikamaru asked bluntly. I just can't believe I'm talking about this, and with Shikamaru, of all people, Sakura thought. Sakura is in for a surprise. Or, rather, a series of surprises.

Party of Three by J-Pop Princess || NaruSakuSasu || 63.1k words

Sakura has never really explored the world of sexual desire but after a little too much sake, all that could change!

Punishment and Reward by thetoxicstrawberry || KakashixKakashi || 2.2k words

Kakashi finds a unique use for his own Kage Bunshin.

Give and Take by Stark_Black || KakaGen || 113.9k words

Genma made a mistake, a tragic mistake that may have cost him everything. He can't hide it from Kakashi though, and now the Copy Ninja is being torn apart by his honor, and by his feelings for one of his oldest friends.

Welp folks, that’s it ... or is it?

Find below the cut some shameless self-promo ✨

Cravings || KakaSaku || 3.8k words

When you mix alcohol and pent-up frustration, things are bound to go somewhere. Phone sex, sexting and mutual masturbation.

Let The Truth Sting || KakaSaku || 3.1k words

Sasuke's first glance at Kakashi's face comes in the form of Kakashi's open mouth pressed over Sakura's. Or, in which Sasuke sees Sakura has found her happiness with someone else. Quite graphically. [KakaSaku, Sasuke's POV]

Make Me Lose Control || KakaSaku || 6.4k words

A mission to Ame turns into a paid vacation, and Kakashi and Sakura find themselves crossing all sorts of lines.

Nocturnal Activities || KakaSaku || 3.7k words

Actions have always spoken louder than words. Book vs. Movie.

Knock Knock, Let The Devil In || KakaSakuShika || 29.3k words

Kakashi had always appreciated Shikamaru's ability to turn any situation in his favour. He just never expected to become a willing target to his whims.

Mission Report || KakaSaku || 6.9k words

Through a haze of confusion and a killer hungover, Sakura discovers she’s in Kakashi’s bed.

Every Last Drop || KakaSaku || 3.3k words

“This isn’t about you. You’re amazing at what you do. I just … the shower—well—you’re just not a showerhead. And sometimes that’s what I want.”

When she chances a look at Kakashi again his eyes have widened slightly, and he looks entirely taken aback. “You—the showerhead?” The amount of disbelief packed into that word would’ve made a lesser woman dissolve into uncontrollable laughter.

The blush steadily spreads down her neck as she contemplates this bizarre conversation he pulled her into having. She really hadn’t wanted to ever discuss this with anyone. “Yes, the showerhead. Problem?”

Sakura looks away again, feeling the slow, simmering burn of embarrassment.

A few moments of silence later, Kakashi shifts, and when he speaks he nearly purrs.

“Can I watch?”

Serendipity || KakaSaku || 11.7k

It's tough being a med-student but between running into her ex-boyfriend and his actress fiancée, and meeting her favourite author Kakashi Hatake, Sakura thinks that could be the least of her worries.

Stay With Me || KakaSaku || 2.6k words

Falling for her doesn't leave him with bruises and broken bones, it leaves him with warmth and the colour green and the rapidly addicting revelation that it might all just be alright after all. KakaSaku Proposal AU.

When You Awake || KakaSaku || 4.2k words

Prompt: Could you please do "We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we're just waking up and there's something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair"

Stolen Moments || ShisuiSaku || 1.8k words

Prompt: "all that blood really brings out your eyes"

Late Night Revelations || KakaOC || 4.1k words

Nousagi and Kakashi crash in an Inn after a gruelling ANBU mission. Things take an unexpected turn as Kakashi's more playful side makes an appearance.

[lemony-snickers]

“Let me help you” 

I was thinking Kakashi…surprise surprise...but really anyone you’re comfortable writing for/with…just love me some hurt/comfort (sorry if this is too vague!) hope your day is less annoying now :)

Kakashi shouldn't be here. What was he thinking?

It's bad enough he's already gotten blood on the window and now on the bathroom door.

Akami is not going to be pleased.

His fingers tremble as he tries to open the meager first aid kit she keeps under the sink. He's perched on the side of the bathtub, legs too shaky to stand.

As he sheds his flak vest, letting it fall back into the tub behind him, Kakashi wonders where Akami is. He expected her to be home when he tumbled through her window. The eerie emptiness of the house makes him uneasy so late in the evening.

Is he really here? Or has he hallucinated his return? Maybe he's still lying in that field, rain and blood pooling beneath his body--indistinguishable from one another as they mix in the mud.

Kakashi's breath heaves as he tries to apply disinfectent to the wound. He could try to heal it with medical ninjutsu, but his fingers are too shaky. And anyway, he's never been a very good medic. With his vision swimming, now, he might make the wound worse if he tried.

He yelps a little when he finally gets a good amount of the stuff on his wound. Fuck, that hurts.

He doesn't like to admit the wave of relief he feels when he hears the front door open and close, feels Akami's chakra step inside the house. He pushes the door open with his foot so she won't think someone's trying to hide from her.

Her footsteps are soft against the floor, but he can sense they're heavier than usual. Kakashi looks up when she stops in the doorway and it becomes clear why--Sasuke is asleep in her arms, head drooped against one of her shoulders.

Oh. He shouldn't have come here.

Akami glares down at him, the dark circles beneath her eyes standing starkly out against the pallor of her skin. She says nothing, just sucks her teeth and continues on to Sasuke's bedroom. Kakashi can just hear the sounds of his sheets shifting as she tucks him into bed.

He should leave. Clearly, Akami is not interested in entertaining him this evening.

When she returns to the bathroom, she closes the door behind her quietly and kneels down before him without a word. Normally, he'd love this--seeing her on her knees does things to him he isn't necessarily proud of--but she looks so exhausted now all he feels is guilt.

"Sorry," he says, his breath pushing a few strands of hair away from her face.

Her gilded eyes flick up to meet his briefly and she sighs. "It's fine."

It isn't. "I'll go."

She rolls her eyes. "Don't be stupid, you're already here. There's blood everywhere to prove it."

Kakashi winces, bites his tongue before he says sorry again, knowing she'll just be irritated if he does.

"Is Sasuke okay?" he asks instead.

Akami heaves a sigh, lets her forehead drop to Kakashi's knee. "He had a fever last night and it wouldn't go down. We've been at the Hospital all day."

Her fingers tremble almost as badly as his when she takes the disinfectant from him. He resists, not wanting to burden her any further than he already has. "Akami, it's okay, I've got it."

"Just let me help you," she snaps, glaring at him again, her pupils filed to the finest slits. "That's why you're here, right? For my help?" he nods mutely, recognizing that her irate energy is not entirely a product of his bloody appearance in her bathroom, but the culmination of all the stress Sasuke's condition surely caused her over the past twenty-four hours. "So let me help you," she repeats quietly.

"Okay," he says, relinquishing the bottle and the blood-soaked rag he'd used to apply it.

Akami cleans his wound without another word, wiping it clean and applying an antiobiotic ointment before wrapping a gauze bandage over it with much more finesse than he could have managed on his own.

"You should go to the Hospital tomorrow to have it better tended to," she says.

Normally, Kakashi would argue or lie, but he doesn't have the heart to do that to her now, so instead he threads his fingers into her hair and pulls her close so he can kiss her forehead through his mask.

"Okay," he promises, feeling her relax in his grip, her own hands coming to rest on his thighs, anchor herself. "I'm sorry about Sasuke," he says, "That must have been terrifying." She nods mutely, biting her lower lip in an uncharacteristic bid to keep her emotions from slipping out. "I'm glad he's feeling better."

Her voice is thready and thin when she answers, "Me, too."

There's still blood to clean off the window. And the doorway and the tub, but they ignore it, opting instead to make their way to Akami's bedroom where Kakashi lies on his good side and pulls her close. There will be blood to clean off the sheets in the morning, too, but that's a problem for then. All that matters now is that their breathing synchronizes, their nerves stop rapid-firing and the fight-or-flight they've both felt for different reasons over the previous hours dissipates.

Because there can be no danger while they hold one another. Akami is Kakashi's safe harbor. He thinks he might be hers, too. Suddenly, he's glad he stumbled through her window bloody and trembling and dazed. Not because she helped clean his wound, but so he can be here for her when she needs him.

There's nowhere else he'd rather be.

[lemony-snickers]

From the Hurt/comfort prompts:"ive got you" with KakaSaya if its not too much trouble and if u like the prompt c: <3 ily take care

oh, kali, you have no idea how much this prompt means to me considering the massive task i am currently undertaking to write some pivotal chapters in the ol' longfic. thank you, my dear. <3

prompt: "i've got you." pairing: kakaoc (oc: saya, my precious baby) .

"I don't need your help, Kakashi," Saya snapped as he stood from the kitchen table to steady her.

He exhaled irritably through his nose, but sat back down. "Of course not."

It was a lie, but Kakashi didn't mind playing along for Saya's sake. Her pride was still wounded, her body still recovering.

He knew how it felt be helpless, an unwilling prisoner to new and unfamiliar limitations.

The least he could do was let her pretend she was capable of walking on her own from one end of her apartment to the other. But he could see the perspiration gathering at her temples, the strain of the tendons in her neck as she fought her way to standing.

Her imprisonment, the damage to her chakra network, were still evident in all things. The numbness of her fingertips that caused her to drop things more frequently. The lightning scars tracing their way angrily beneath her skin like the roots of unruly weeds tangled in the dirt, persistent; nearly impossible to eradicate.

They were fading, he was certain, but he wondered if she stared at them when she showered, when she brushed her teeth and dressed herself. Whether she scrutinized them with the same cruel intensity he still studied the scar over his left eye. Did she judge herself upon their ridges as he did?

Saya shuffled her way slowly from the kitchen to the bedroom, and though Kakashi did not move from his chair, he remained attuned to her every movement. Listened to the hitch of her breath, the catch of her toenail against the carpet because lifting her foot took too much effort.

He knew every movement carved its way along her agonized nerve endings. His fingers curled to fists as he wondered whether she would ever move without pain again, as he vowed anew to kill the man responsible if he ever found the opportunity.

She rested briefly against the door jamb, took a shuddering, steadying breath before she stepped into the bedroom.

He heard her soft gasp as she tripped, the swift rush of air as she began to fall.

Kakashi met her in an instant, one arm around her waist and the other draped over her collarbone as he caught her. He flinched, knowing his hold likely hurt her.

Saya panted, and Kakashi felt the frantic flutter of her heartbeat against his forearm--her chest still as frail and thin as rice paper.

The heat of her embarrassment radiated from her skin, heating the air around her. He saw the judgemental crease of her eyebrows as she swore, cursing her own body for its new, unconquerable frailty.

"It's okay," he whispered against her ear, "I've got you."

Saya's delicate fingers found his forearm, dug their way into the muscle like leaving a bruise against his pale skin could prove she was still strong--still worthy of the title of kunoichi.

He pretended he did not see her blink away tears as she whispered, "I know," and then, softer still, "thank you."

[lemony-snickers]

ahhh soft fun spring prompts ! maybe a Kakashi and Saya for dancing in the rain...or unintentional kisses...? or whatever you like---sorry, I'm bad at this

you are far too kind and spoil me by choosing my favourite lady. <3 i didn't quite go with an unintentional kiss, but... well, you'll see, i guess, but i hope you like what i came up with. thank you again <3

Saya should have brought an umbrella.

As she races through the downpour toward the studio, she mutters a string of curses so vulgar and adamant that someone she passes actually shouts at her to watch her language.

Maybe she should, but she honestly doesn't care because Kakashi is going to kill her for being late, anyway. She gazes overhead at the ominous clouds, muttering a half-hearted prayer for a bolt of lightning to strike her as she runs.

No such luck.

"You're late."

Kakashi doesn't even turn around when she pulls the door open and Saya stands there, dripping onto the carpet like a drowned ferret.

"You really want me to come in?" she asks, and he finally looks at her.

The irritation is so clear in his posture Saya doesn't need him to say anything. He does, of course, anyway. Because Kakashi Hatake must always say every cutting thought that crosses his mind.

"So you're late and wet and now we can't rehearse."

Saya's face scrunches up as she bites her lip to keep from saying something equally condescending in return. "Yes, well, I wasn't home this morning and by the time I realized it was gonna rain, it was too late to go back and fetch my boots and my umbrella."

Kakashi crosses his arms over his chest and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"If you weren't home, where were you?"

Saya straightens, levelling him with a challenging stare. "I don't recall my personal schedule being any of your business."

Kakashi snorts. "You can screw whoever you like," he says, "but now your poor decision making is impacting my ability to work."

Saya rolls her eyes. "I don't think a single missed rehearsal is going to truncate our progress," she says, "At this point we're just running around in circles anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Kakashi hates when she disagrees with him. Their rehearsal time is split almost evenly between surly silence and sharp sarcastic jabs as they move together, weaving new choreography between the threads of Sakumo's original piece.

Will of Fire debuts as a duet in only six short weeks and they still don't have the final sequence figured out.

"I'm just saying, maybe taking a break isn't a bad idea. We haven't come up with anything good in two weeks. Plus," she adds, "I think i'm starting to resent you and that's not gonna help our chemistry on stage."

Kakashi growls, crossing the small studio in only a few long strides and plopping onto the small square of carpet near the door to pull his shoes back on.

"Great," Saya says, "I'll see you tomorrow, then."

She turns to leave, but Kakashi's strong grip strangles the back of her shirt and she stumbles backward. "What the hell?"

"I didn't say we weren't rehearsing," Kakashi says, heaving himself to his feet by using Saya as leverage, "I'm just not willing to let you damage my expensive flooring."

Saya rolls her eyes, but follows him onto the sidewalk anyway, standing in the torrential rain as he locks the studio doors behind him.

Kakashi says nothing as he turns, and Saya hates that she follows him without question. For all that he can be a haughty asshole sometimes, she trusts his judgement. Wouldn't have left her old company for the chance to dance with him if she didn't.

When he leads her to a small secluded park, Saya resigns herself to the least comfortable rehearsal of her life. Her shoes are soaked through, the pads of her toes probably already wrinkled and prune-like inside her sodden socks.

Kakashi stops, turns, and then it's, "Five, six, seven, eight--" and they begin to move without any further preamble.

The beginning of the piece is simple. Sakumo's Will of Fire began with a lengthy adagio, slow measured movements of his limbs always in opposition--pulling him in different directions, tearing him apart.

Their updated version uses this same concept, except instead of only their limbs, Kakashi and Saya use one another to create the push and pull effect. Saya begins in a slow passe, then a promenade en seconde, with Kakashi tugging her leg as she moves, trying to knock her off balance.

He almost succeeds this time, her shoe slipping on the soggy grass, but she manages to recover, shooting him the faintest glare through the haze of rain.

That he's already wearing a smirk when she looks at him only further irritates her.

At least in the next sequence, she gets to annoy him instead, climbing up his back to twine her limbs around his torso as he struggles ineffectually to shed her weight. Since they're outside, the formality of the studio several blocks away, she whispers against his ear, "You can't get rid of me that easily," before she lowers herself to the ground beneath him, wrapping around his left leg like a child.

She wondered when he created the sequence whether he did this with his father as a kid--wrapped around Sakumo's leg and begged him not to leave.

It makes her sad when she thinks about it too much; contemplates why it was so important for Kakashi to revive his father's defunct dance company, why he's so desperate to reinvent Sakumo's final work.

So she pushes the thoughts away, focuses on the movement, the way her palms sink into the mud as she scrambles to stand, the way the rain drips uncomfortably into her ear as she arches away from Kakashi.

Is the rain in his eyes, too? Is her face a blur like his is? Does he care that she's smeared muck across his cheek and his shoulder?

When they reach the point of the dance they have yet to complete, Saya slows. She's about to open her mouth to ask if he wants to start from the top when Kakashi's hands wrap around her middle, tugging her body close.

She gasps quietly, surprised, when he nuzzles into her hair, sinks to one knee with her balanced against the other so she can use his thigh as a chair. She looks at him over her shoulder, and the longing in the gesture is not wholly manufactured for the performance.

Because when she looks at his face this close, she can see something burning in his gaze she isn't quite prepared for.

Following his lead, Saya reaches a hand out and strokes Kakashi's cheek with the back of her hand. She exaggerates the movement, to make it clear it's part of the improvisation, an addition to the choreography.

Nothing else.

She maybe lingers a moment longer than she should, though, before she stands, leaning her body away from him as she looses herself in the story they weave together.

They might not remember everything for the next run through, but it certainly feels like whatever creative block they've been fighting has loosened a little. Saya's hair sticks to her face, soaked with rain and sweat, and Kakashi clings to her desperately, mirroring her movements and then retaking the lead so she can follow him instead.

It's a tug of war to see who will be in control when they reach the end, neither of them willing to cede to the other.

Kakashi hums the final bars of the music against Saya's ear and she turns to lean into him, wraps one leg in attitude around his waist as she lifts up on her toes and presses her mouth almost to touch his.

His lips part, like they are ready to meet hers, one hand sliding over the small of her back.

And then the humming stops. The dance is over.

Saya lingers only another single heartbeat before she pulls away, straightens her clothes where they've bunched awkwardly against her skin in deference Kakashi's strong fingers.

"Do you want to run the whole thing again?" she asks, "Or just the new part?"

Kakashi doesn't answer for a moment, just stares at her through the haze of the rain. Then, he blinks furiously a few times--whether to rid his lashes of water or for some othe reason, she isn't entirely sure--and says, "Just the new part, I think."

Saya gets into position.

"Ready?" Kakashi asks. She nods. "Five, six, seven, eight--"

prompt list for those interested. <3

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Seedlings for Kakashi and female reader please (this is PF and I’ve been going through it lately and my own kakarisa rambles aren’t making me feel better so I would really appreciate it <3 (not that I’m asking for kakaoc that’s too much of an ask) (equally if you have too many for this request that’s completely fine) 🌸🌸🌸

hey, @pfreadsandwrites it's never too much to ask for that <3

Risa glares down at the patch of ill-tended earth before her. Attempting to garden had clearly been a mistake, but she's too deep in it, now, and so she forges ahead, scraping her small trowel into the dirt as she thins a row of carrots.

She only hopes her brother will eventually forgive her for so completely demolishing the delicate plants he gifted her a few weeks ago.

"Who brings seeds back from a mission, anyway?" she wonders, shaking her head.

Risa's wide brimmed hat shades her face as she kneels in the small makeshift garden bed she constructed, the rich smell of damp soil mingling with the scent of freshly cut grass drifting from someone's yard nearby. She sneezes, wiping carefully at her nose with her sleeve to avoid smearing dirt across her face.

She's glad for the gardening gloves Zekuu delivered with the seedlings, at least. She can't imagine how her nails would fare against her new hobby without them.

She sighs, letting her eyes drift from the terribly limp-looking stalks of her meager future harvest to the hutch where her two rabbits sit happily nibbling on the greens she left for them when she first came outside.

"It would be nice to grow food for them," she mutters.

But any hope Risa might have for a hearty yield of veggies has likely already been dashed for the season. Maybe next year.

As she stands to brush herself off, the wind changes swiftly, lifting Risa's sunhat off her head. She chases it a few steps, but gives up rather quickly, frowning.

She should have ditched the gardening for a book about tending vegetables instead.

With her hat gone, Risa realizes the sun has disappeared behind a set of rather ominous-looking clouds and she scrambles to gather her tools and return her rabbits inside before it rains.

She's much more comforable once she's back in her kitchen, a cup of tea in hand as she stands by a window, watching drops of rain chase one another over the glass pane. With how hard it's coming down, Risa imagines whatever persistent plants might have perservered under her inept (and definitely not green) thumb are likely being pummeled into oblivion.

At least she can blame the garden's failure on Konoha's irate weather patterns instead of her own lack of skill if anyone asks.

She's about to go find a book to occupy the rest of her rainy day when there is a soft knock on her door. Not expecting company, she walks cautiously over, confused.

"Who is it?" she calls, leaning close to the wood so she can listen for a response.

"I have your hat."

Risa tugs her lip between her teeth, all her garden woes suddenly forgotten when she hears Kakashi's voice emanating from the other side of the door.

She yanks it open perhaps a little too quickly, already smiling.

And there stands Kakashi Hatake, soaked to the skin, holding a sodden and slightly trampled sunhat in his hands.

Risa tries not to laugh, but a slight giggle escapes her, anyway. "Forget an umbrella?" she asks.

Chuckling, Kakashi steps over the threshold, careful not to step too far inside while he's still dripping. He holds her hat out to her, "I thought maybe this would keep me dry, but it turns out it's much better suited to sunshine than a downpour."

Risa, still smiling, sets the hat aside and turns toward her bathroom, calling over her shoulder, "I'll be right back with a towel."

Once Kakashi is sufficiently dry, Risa offers to make him a cup of tea and he joins her in the kitchen, peering out through the rain-slick window at her unimpressive garden bed.

"I take it they haven't quite adjusted to your unique gardening style," he teases.

"Stop," Risa says, offering him a steaming mug, "I tried so hard not to kill them, but I think they were beyond saving even before they drowned."

Kakashi chuckles, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on Risa's nose.

"I'm sure I could ask Tenzo for some help. He's much better with plants than I am."

Risa shakes her head. "No, it's fine. If I kill them, I kill them. It's not like I asked Zekuu to give them to me, he had to know the risks."

That doesn't mean he won't mercilessly tease her over the failure, but she has no doubt he'd find something to tease her for, regardless.

Still, she frowns as she stares out at the little patch of dirt, lamenting the pools of water already collected between her careful lines of snap peas and butter lettuce.

When Kakashi's arms wrap around her waist from behind, Risa startles a little, but he catches her cup before she can spill tea all over herself before resting his chin on her shoulder to watch the rain with her.

"Once the weather clears up, I can rig a tarp over it so it won't flood again. And I'll bring Tenzo over in a few days to see if there's any way to salvage the harvest."

Risa turns in his grasp just enough to plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you," she says.

She doesn't really care all that much about the garden, but knowing Kakashi cares enough to help her make it a success means the world.

Maybe she'll make a stop at the library once it stops raining to check out the garening section. She can't be the only hopeless novice who's ever tried to raise crops in their backyard.

For now, though, standing in Kakashi's embrace, quietly enjoying a rainy afternoon, is all Risa cares about.

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hello. here is a little belated valentine's day upload for the ever wonderful and increasingly lovable (that's right, i keep finding new things to love about you!) @wind-becomes-lightning thank you for everything, nisi <3

Title: Unspoken Summary: Sometimes, when you know one another as well as Sayuri and Kakashi do, you don't have to ask to get exactly what you need. Word Count: 3,441 Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, Kakashi/OFC, smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings, vaginal fingering/hand jobs, vaginal sex .

Sayuri tried not to think about Obito.  Tried not to remember what it felt like to have him back—to have her family back—for such a brief time.

It was easier if she closed her eyes and pretended she could go on as she had before.  Easier if Obito had always been dead.  Died young—still bright and hopeful and funny and kind.

Before he became twisted by Madara Uchiha’s dark ideals.  Wasted his life away being tortured and molded into someone else.

But Obito as he had been was now just another thing the Uchiha clan had ripped away from Sayuri and claimed for itself.

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🍷 and 💖 please!!!

lololl. you & nisi have the same brain, it seems. thank you for playing, my dear. <3

🍷 Do you drink and write?

sometimes, lol. makes my writing even worse & the editing that much more of a headache, ahaha.

💖 What made you start writing?

hm. writing in general is just something i have always done, for better or [mostly] worse. i wrote my first poem when my cat died when i was eight or nine years old:

in memory of a friend / in memory of a pet / in memory of a family member / and i'm not done yet / i will always remember fun / i will always remember the way everything was / just in memory of...

yeah i haven't gotten much bettter since then a;dlfjas;dfljasdf

as for fanfiction, i started writing for a few reasons. 1 - i was quarantined and needed something to fill my time in a very cramped house. 2 - i had this idea for a kakaoc longfic for years and decided to finally write it down. 3 - i was stuck on an original story and ended up watching a series on hulu i thought she one of the characters fit into, so i used it as an opportunity to workshop her. (the original story didn't end up working out, anyway, but at least i got to write about her a bit before her actual story got rejected.)