#learn to hold your drink tenzo

[oprescuewagon]

He's always gotta annoy his kohai

Serves you right tenzo for passing out on his couch

@yeehawnojutsu

A slightly duller version

[lex-nite]

Space AU previews

For the wonderful @hexadecimal00. Here are previews of the 3 space AUs I currently have in the works. This includes the start of chapter 1 for each of them. None of these have been edited yet, so they may contain errors.

Starbound: 

Kakashi flipped through the folder that Tenzo had dropped on his desk. “Why am I being handed a file for a twelve year old?”

“Because said twelve year old damaged the air recycling unit in sector seven. He says it was a prank, but someone higher up thinks it warrants an investigation.” His kohai told him as he sat down across from him. “And you get the crap assignment since you pissed Ibiki off.”

The silver haired man wanted to groan. He knew he should have taken that mission to Snow when he’d had the chance. “You know that wasn’t my fault, Tenz. Genma was the one drunk off his ass who thought it was a good idea to mess with his desk.”

 “Yeah, but you didn’t stop him, so he’d holding you partially responsible. Next time, rat the asshole out. You know how he gets when he drinks.” Kakashi stared down at the assignment in his hands. Yeah, he knew how Genma was and how pissed Ibiki would be.

“Who the hell is Iruka Umino?” He was listed as his point of contact for the investigation. He was listed as a chunin, but there was no other information.

Tenzo shrugged. “Don’t know, but it sounds like your problem.”

“You’re so cruel, kohai!” Kakashi snapped the file shut and headed for the door. “See if I ever take you out for drinks or dinner again.”

“Again? Last time, you conveniently forgot your wallet. The time before that you accidentally let the waiter scan my chip for the bill. I can’t afford going out with you anymore, you ass.” He made a rude gesture towards his senpai.

Kakashi blew him a kiss as the door shut behind him. Naruto Uzumaki was the nightmare of sector seven and now the boy was his problem. He pushed aside the twinge of guilt that rose up as he thought of his mentor, Minato. Now wasn’t the time for regrets. Civilians and soldiers alike gave him a wide berth as he walked through the halls of the space station. Konoha was one of the largest stations in the galaxy and the pride and joy of the Daimyo. It orbited the planet of Fire and was home to a large section of Fire’s shinobi. There were several civilian sections as well, those critical to helping run the station.

His first step was finding this Iruka Umino and finding out how a chunin got saddled with the problem child. The guards at the sector entrance didn’t even stop him. It helped that he was well known in Konoha. The large scar that bisected his eye and silver hair made him easily recognizable. He stopped at the first computer he came across and typed in the chunin’s name, scanning his chip to gain access to the man’s location on the station. He frowned when it directed him to a classroom. He double checked the directions and confirmed the chunin was supposed to be there.

It was late enough in the day that there were no children in the room when he entered. He found a dark-haired man slumped over the desk grading what looked like schoolwork. “Iruka Umino?” He looked up at Kakashi, a bit startled. A scar cut across his tanned face, adding a roguish element to an otherwise plain looking face. He was cute with his hair pulled out of his face, not that Kakashi had taken note of that. He was wearing a standard uniform for a chunin, but he filled it out well. Kakashi shook himself, reminding himself he wasn’t here to check the man out. “I’m Kakashi Hatake. I’m here to talk to you about the incident involving Naruto Uzumaki.”

Far, Far Away (inspired by the Mandalorian):

The cantina feel silent as he entered, but that was common. Half of the so called customers were probably in someones’ bingo book, which meant the sight of his armor and mask was enough to bring their focus entirely on him. His fingers ached to touch his blaster, an old habit that he found soothing, but he’d better not risk it with this crowd. They looked trigger happy. His current bounty wasn’t any of them so he ignored them, other than to assess them for threats. No, he had his eyes set on one Iruka Umino, barkeep of this particular shit hole. He recognized him immediately by the scar that bisected his face. This job was too easy.

He could feel the gaze of everyone in the cantina as he slowly made his way to his target. Instead of engaging him outright, he took a seat at the bar. The tension in the room immediately became more relaxed as it became clear he wasn’t there to fight, not yet at least. Iruka made his way over to him, face full of forced cheer. “What can I get you?” He asked with a smile. Wolf could see the fear behind that smile, but his voice had been steady. His face was too open, too easy to read, but he had guts enough to speak directly to him. Interesting.

“Information,” he said simply.

Iruka laughed. “Well, I don’t know what information you think you’re going to get out here, ANBU, but I can tell you what I know. For a price of course.” Everyone had their price. It was a lesson Wolf had learn far too well over the years.

“Just trying to track down some parts to fix my ship. Figured this was the best place to start asking around.” It was a plausible enough cover story. His ship was older and constantly in need of repairs. If you broke down in a backwater place like this, parts would be hard to come by.

“You’re in luck then. We had one place that you might be able to scavenge a few things from. It’s mostly scraps, so hopefully you can scrap together what you need. If you need something more, you’re going to have to head into the main city. You can rent a speeder, get there in a few hours.” The man sounded like he genuinely wanted to help, which was perplexing. The kind man in front of him did not match the information he’d been given. Maybe he had a better poker face then he’d first assumed.

Wolf slid a handful of credits across the bar. “Think you can take me there once you get off?”

Iruka leaned across the bar, getting far closer than most dared to. “Depends, you going to help me with that?” Help him with what? He wondered before realizing his choice of words. So he wanted to flirt, eh? Not the first to get off on the thought of being with an ANBU.

“Depends. Is that extra?” The words left his mouth before he could second guess himself. He wasn’t much of a flirter, but his efforts paid off when the man laughed.

“You can’t afford me, ANBU.”

“Call me Wolf.”

Safety First:

Kakashi almost hated going back home because it was always more of a headache than it was worth. Admiral Sarutobi had ordered him back for a debriefing after his latest incident with Sand. There had been a lot of run ins with them over the last six months as they had stepped up border surveillance. Their Admiral had been acting oddly for months and the higher ups were worried something was going on. Sand had few livable planets in their system, but their access to rare materials made them important enough to be a part of the Galactic Alliance. Though the GA was more or less worthless in Kakashi’s eyes since it wasn’t a true alliance and had done little to stop the last few wars.

His vessel was refueling which gave him just enough time to stop by his favorite bookstore and grab a bite to eat. As much as he loved Konoha, he ached to be off world. Too many memories here. He pushed aside his dark thoughts and focused on his excitement about finally picking up Jiraiya's newest book. He was already a decent way into the book by the time he headed back to the hangar where Konoha’s Pride was docked. Refueling should be done which meant he could leave within the next hour. Since it was just a quick stop, his crew had mostly opted to stay onboard.

His cheery mood lasted until he saw Anko waiting for him with a man he only vaguely recognized, surrounded by several bags. She used to be a good field agent and probably would have made captain if she hadn’t taken on a desk job. They were friendly enough, but she looked like she was here in a professional capacity. Anko worked in the Tower which meant he as much as he’d hoped he’d be able to leave without further bureaucracy, she was most likely coming to add more crap to his plate.

“Captain Hatake, it’s been a while.” Anko grinned at him as he approached. He wished he could share her enthusiasm. “I tried to catch you before you left, but you really booked at after your meeting with Admiral Sarutobi.” He shrugged rather than responding to her. Maybe if he didn’t add anything she would get to the point faster. “Right, well, I wanted to introduce you to your new CO.” She gestured to the man standing next to her.

“CO?” He asked finally taking stock of the other man. He was younger than Kakashi by a few years, well groomed, and had a very serious look on his face. The only thing of note about him was the scar that bisected his face.

“Compliance Officer. The Admiral should have mentioned you were getting a new crew member. He will be over seeing any safety issues on Konoha’s Pride.” He half recalled the old man mentioning something about some staffing changes. He honestly hadn’t paid much attention to the information.

“No thanks. I don’t need a CO. I decide what happens on my vessel.” He said, dismissively.

“1257. An exploratory vessel, Destiny, was returning from a mission on Gamma 5. The captain received a report that there were some electrical fluctuations. He decided they weren’t a safety issue and the crew entered cryo sleep. The fluctuations caused their alarm system to fail. During this time their oxygen recycling system went down. A secondary alarm system managed to wake the crew, but hypoxia had already set in. The entire crew of 57 died. I could name a dozen more incidents like this, but that won’t be necessary since Konoha's council has deemed it necessary for every vessel to have a CO, even military vessels. So you really have no say in the matter, Captain Hatake.” The man was smiling, but there was a hardness behind his words.

Kakashi tried to stare him down, but he didn’t even flinch. Maybe he has dismissed the man too quickly before. “I will be speaking to the Admiral about this.”

“Please send my regards to Admiral Sarutobi. I’ll be boarding now, if that’s fine with you, Captain.” He was still utterly polite, but Kakashi felt like he’d just been told to fuck off.

These are still in the works as I am trying to finish up some of my older stuff, but I just wanted to share some of what I’ve been working on. 

[historicfailuremasterpost]

Yamato/Tenzo FanFiction

“It was a Long Way” Yamato/Tenzo x Reader Fiction

As a nurse, you have a strict codex of dealing with injured ANBUs. No hasty movements, don't look them in the eyes, speak calm and slow. The whole time, you followed them meticulously, knowing firsthand what an ANBU was able to do without a trace of regret.

Until one day, an injured ANBU comes in you can't ignore like the others. Until one day, the ANBU breaks into your apartment to give you his regards. Until one day, the same ANBU does something you wouldn't think he is able to do. Be human.

Word Count: 133,668

16 Chapters

Chapter 1 - Meeting

Chapter 2 - Following

Chapter 3 - Learning

Chapter 4 - Building

Chapter 5 - Blooming

Chapter 6 - Falling

Chapter 7 - Confessing

Chapter 8 - Denying

Chapter 9 - Breaking

Chapter 10 - Comforting

Chapter 11 - Judging

Chapter 12 - Waiting

Chapter 13 - Deciding

Chapter 14 - Concluding

Chapter 15 - Starting anew

Chapter 16 - Savoring (NSFW)

Also on AO3

~ X ~

“The Forest Cat Café” Yamato/Tenzo x Reader Fiction | Modern AU

Being cheated on by your boyfriend, without a question, is already bad enough. Unfortunately, he destroys your confidence so thoroughly in the process, you have no idea how to recover from it.

To your luck, a friendly stranger is more than happy to show you that there is a life after such betrayal, through his friendship, calm nature and delicious food.

Word Count: 109,157

20 Chapters

First Chapter: A Night at the Club

Second Chapter: The Forest Cat Café

Third Chapter: How about a job interview?

Fourth Chapter: A Realization per Day

Fifth Chapter: New Old Discoveries

Sixth Chapter: Building Bonds

Seventh Chapter: A New Development

Eighth Chapter: Let Them Eat Cake

Ninth Chapter: A Day At the Lake - 1

Tenth Chapter: A Day At the Lake - 2

Eleventh Chapter: A Day At the Lake - 3

Twelfth Chapter: Past Catching Up

Thirteenth Chapter: Something New to Learn

Fourteenth Chapter: Growing Close

Fifteenth Chapter: Drama Ensues

Sixteenth Chapter: Everything Stays the Same, Does it?

Seventeenth Chapter: Filling in the last Gaps

Eighteenth Chapter: Showtime - 1

Nineteenth Chapter: Showtime - 2

Epilogue

Also on AO3

~ X ~

“Braids for A Crush” Yamato/Tenzo x Reader Fiction

Tenzo's long hair is hindering him, so you offer to braid his long mane for a single day, just to try it out. And the boy has the best day of his young life. 

Word Count: 6,988

On Tumblr

On AO3

~ X ~

“Waking Up” Yamato/Tenzo x Reader Fiction

After the war, Yamato wakes up. Not from the Infinite Tsukuyomi, that was long gone. But the longer the following day goes on, the more it feels like he's still dreaming.

Reality can't be that good.

Word Count: 5,451

On Tumblr

On AO3

~ X ~

“New Plans, New People, New Places” Yamato/Tenzo x Reader Fiction (NSFW) | Modern AU

Sitting in a bar, dressed and dolled up, you wait for something to happen. You're nervous, but still hold out, holding onto the brightly colored drink like your life depends on it.

That's when Tenzou sits down beside you and the real game of the evening begins.

Word Count: 7,362

On Tumblr

On AO3

~ X ~

“One + One is...?” Yamato/Tenzo x Reader x Kakashi Fiction (NSFW) | Modern AU

All alone on a business trip, Yamato gets a pleasant surprise by his girlfriend, send onto his phone. A surprise he can't resist at all.

Unfortunately, in his daze, he makes a mistake which cuts the surprise short.

Word Count: 14,724

2 Chapters

Chapter 1 - Business Trip

Chapter 2 - Shared Intimacy

Also on AO3

~ X ~

“Past and Present” Yamato/Tenzo x Reader Fiction (NSFW)

A night out with his senpai and good friend opens Yamato’s heart for a new emotion he doesn’t like at all: jealousy. 

Word Count: 5,085

On Tumblr

On AO3

[keepyourpantsongohan]

And Tomorrow Late

‘See you later,’ huh? Maybe he did change a little. (Part II, Ep. 361) | AO3 |

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Kakashi is too early precisely four times.

The first is when he is four years out of ANBU. He is in an apartment which is not his own, having seen a familiar face carrying groceries through the door. He had jumped up to the window on a whim.

“Senpai,” Tenzō says, as if it still applies. He sounds surprised, but it is likely less at the intrusion than the intruder. “What are you doing here?”

“This isn’t ANBU barracks.”

“It isn’t,” Tenzō agrees. “Would you like some tea?”

Kakashi thinks on it for a moment, and then nods. “When did you get your own place?”

Tenzō sets his groceries down, and puts the kettle on. “Six months ago, on the last room rotation. I thought it was time for a change.”

Kakashi stares at the room around him. It does not betray any particular sense of homeliness, but Kakashi also knows if Tenzō wanted that, he could have it instantly. Instead, the only sense of permanence in the room is the plants. They hang from hooks installed in the ceiling, sit on windowsills, and on shelves that face the sun. He is either home often enough to water them, or has carefully selected his houseplants to fit his lifestyle. Kakashi suspects the latter.

Considerate to the needs of greenery. It makes Kakashi smile.

In Kakashi’s musings, Tenzō has already had time to prepare their tea. He is handed a cup, and he murmurs his thanks.

“Why are you here, Kakashi?”

Kakashi shrugs. “I was passing by,” he answers honestly, though he’s certain it’s not what Tenzō is asking.

He’s right in his assessment, by the way Tenzō taps his fingers on his thigh. Tenzō still doesn’t have any tells in his expression. What he does notice in Tenzō’s face, however is a slight swelling beneath his eye, where a bruise might be if his skin were more wont to showing it.

“You’re a squad captain now, aren’t you?” Kakashi asks, though he already knows the answer. “Congratulations on your promotion.”

Tenzō nods his affirmation and his thanks. “I heard that your genin team disbanded,” he says mildly. A long drink covers Kakashi’s pause.

“That’s old gossip. Sasuke has been out of the village for a year now.” Kakashi says. To his credit, the tightening of his hands around his cup is barely perceptible.

“Uzumaki Naruto and your other student are training under Jiraiya-sama and Godaime-sama now, is that right?” The question for politeness’s sake; given Tenzō’s particular position, he would know better than anyone about the status of the village’s jinchūriki and Hokage’s protégée. When Kakashi offers one brief nod, Tenzō adds, “Do you intend to return to ANBU?”

Kakashi shakes his head. “No. I’ll continue taking A-ranks until my squad is ready to reform as a unit.” With a wry smile, he amends, “Or whatever else the Hokage asks of me.”

“Good,” says Tenzō, surprising Kakashi.

Kakashi feigns indignity. “You’re so glad to be rid of me?”

“ANBU will be fine without you, senpai,” he says, forward and sincere. “And you’re doing fine without ANBU.”

Kakashi refrains from any rebuttal of the other’s word choice, and inspects his host more carefully. Tenzō’s posture, while straighter than Kakashi’s, is more relaxed than it has been. His eyes, still dark and wide, offer a gaze which is warm and open.

“You seem different.”

“You are different,” Tenzō counters.

Kakashi hums, taking a sip of his tea. “Different suits you.”

Tenzō laughs. “That’s a backhanded compliment,” he replies, but he is pleased.

“A shinobi must train all sides of his hand,” says Kakashi, philosophically.

Tenzō laughs again, proving Kakashi’s earlier point. He leans against his kitchen counter. It is identical to the one in most jōnin apartments, but for the wooden surface. “At least you know how to talk out of both sides of your mouth.”

“You learn to adapt,” Kakashi muses, on a sigh, “when people are always giving you lip.”

Tenzō mimics the sound. “It really is the tail wagging the dog. It’s a shame no one instilled a sense of propriety in your teammates.” One hand raises to his face, comically aghast.

Despite Kakashi’s amused huff, the ribbing is nearly discomposing. He decides to return the favour with a change of tack. “How did this happen?” Kakashi asks, tapping his own cheek.

“Mission,” Tenzō says, and Kakashi gets the feeling he won’t offer any more details.

“And why not heal it?”

“You don’t need to use chakra for every problem, Kakashi-senpai.”

“Hm,” says Kakashi, setting his cup down. He puts his hand on Tenzō’s chin and tilts his face up, letting the light hit his cheek. “I think you’re showing off for your rookies.”

Tenzō opens his mouth, perhaps to contest Kakashi’s definition of ‘showing off,’ but then he pauses. His gazes flickers down, and the muscles in his lower body seem to shift, moving neither closer nor further. But Kakashi can tell he wants to do one or the other. It occurs to Kakashi that they are standing very, very close.

Tenzō is flushed. It takes Kakashi a moment to figure out it is not from embarrassment.

When he does think of the reason, Kakashi also realizes he is not immune to it. There is some part of the back of his mind that categorizes Tenzō’s face as one he might find attractive, though he can admit he’s never given serious thought to it before now. So Kakashi looks at Tenzō, at the set of his jaw and his hand tight around his tea and the redness crawling up his face.

It would be hasty, he thinks. Hasty and thoughtless and without the consideration of their years of friendship, even having spent years apart.

But Tenzō looks at him too. He looks like he has been thinking of this for longer than Kakashi. Then he shifts, just an inch, so the distance between him and Kakashi decreases by half.

Kakashi is very close to meeting him the middle when Tenzō says, “We shouldn’t.”

It’s unexpected. “Why not?”

Tenzō closes his eyes. “Because it won’t change anything.”

Kakashi raises a brow. “It’ll change a few things.”

“Nothing that matters.”

Kakashi thinks about pressing the subject, discussing whatever strangeness is in the air, something that he knows Tenzō doesn’t have the resolve to hold himself aloft from twice. But Tenzō is right. It doesn’t change anything.

Instead, he leans his head on Tenzō’s shoulder. It’s nice. Warm.

“This is worse,” Tenzō says, and there’s a smile in his voice.

“How is this worse?”

“You don’t touch me like this.”

Kakashi realizes his hands are on Tenzō’s back. “I don’t?”  

“Kakashi,” he says. Angry, but not. “This is not what I want.”

Immediately, Kakashi steps back, finally creating some distance between them. “Sorry,” he says, and he means it.

Tenzō finally moves forward, sureness in his step. He bumps his head against Kakashi’s, and lifts one hand to press at his neck, just past the collar of his flak jacket. Firmly, but kindly, he says, “If something does change, let me know.”

Kakashi’s neck is uncomfortably hot on the narrow patch of exposed skin. “I think we’re doing this flirting thing wrong.”

Tenzō looks heavenward. He drops his hand, only to squeeze Kakashi’s fingers. Leaning in, he says, lips at the other man’s ear, “Goodnight, Kakashi.”

--

The second time is the night before he is set to be given an ill-fitting hat.

“I’m going to be the Hokage,” Kakashi says quietly into the darkness of their tent.

Tenzō’s eyes open. “In four hours,” he agrees, eyes trained on the timepiece sitting atop a hastily constructed cabinet. “How are you feeling?”

“Reluctant,” Kakashi admits. The word sits heavily, and he feels the urge to bury it. “It’s not a choice I anticipated having to make so soon.”

Tenzō’s head turns, gaze on him now. “Tsunade-sama has discussed her succession with you before,” he discerns.

Kakashi would laugh at being so soon caught-out if it were anyone else. “In passing,” he agrees. “Though I doubt anyone could’ve predicted a war of this magnitude.”

“I’m sorry that the seat couldn’t come to you in better circumstances,” Tenzō tells him. In the quiet night, they lack the urgency or audience they’d had in Iron Country, only a day past. Tenzō’s words chip away at something inside Kakashi.

Kakashi’s lips curl into what could almost qualify as a smile. “That’s probably the first time anyone has ever apologized for someone becoming Hokage.”

“You’re a special case,” Tenzō says, with an edge of irony. “Do you need back-up for tomorrow?”

He shakes his head. “We’ve already set the rebuilding back far enough. You’re needed here.” With a quiet laugh, Kakashi adds, “Besides, someone has to console Naruto. I’m jumping the line for his dream.”

“He’s resilient.” Tenzō says, pride apparent. It’s soon followed by a sigh. “He’s going to end up being a key player in all of this.”

“They all are,” Kakashi agrees. He sees his team, bruised and aching beneath a broken bridge. “It’s enough to make you wish they were still genin.”

“We won’t be able to spare them much pain this time,” Tenzō says gravely. His arm reaches out for Kakashi in the divide between them. “But I will do my best to protect what’s precious to you.”

Kakashi reciprocates the motion. “I trust you to look after Team 7.”

“And I trust you to look after all of us.”

Kakashi doesn’t know if it’s because their hands are already on each other’s bodies, or because they have been edging closer to one another since Tenzō became Yamato, or because of that vice tightening around his chest every minute that comes closer to sunrise. But he twists his body, half hovering over Tenzō, until Tenzo’s hands are at his rib cage and then he has settled his weight on top of the other man.

“Senpai?”

“Tenzō,” he replies.

He can tell that Tenzō is thinking about kissing him. He doesn’t know if it’s a new or old feeling. All he knows is that he is thinking about kissing Tenzō, and now that he’s thinking about it, he cannot stop thinking about it.

“Kakashi,” Tenzō says, in a way that shakes loose every thought in Kakashi’s head.

They lean in.

Their lips only brush for a moment before Tenzō shifts to the side, pressing his face against Kakashi’s cheek. He still hasn’t lowered his mask, and the motion tugs at the fabric, wrinkling between them.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you,” Tenzō says gently. His hand, now resting on Kakashi’s hip, falls to his side.

Kakashi lets out a noise halfway between a groan and a laugh. “Who’s taking advantage? I’m the soon-to-be Hokage trying to make a move on a subordinate.”

“It’s been a very difficult few days,” Tenzō says, as if they need a reminder. “And you have an important meeting in the morning.”

Kakashi finally lifts himself off of Tenzō, rolling onto his back with a sigh. “I suppose you’re right.”

Willing himself to sleep, Kakashi’s right eye begins to fall shut, but Tenzō draws his attention with shoulders shaking mirthfully beneath his blanket. Curiosity getting the better of him, Kakashi asks, “What is it?”

“Were you really going to kiss me with your mask on?”

Kakashi elbows him. “Go to sleep,” he says, in a stern tone that hides his amusement from neither of them.

“Yes, Hokage-sama.”

--

The third time is on the roof of the Hokage tower, when the sun is low in the sky.

“Your shift ended an hour ago,” Kakashi says, half-hoping to startle him.

Tenzō nods, unruffled. “I know. I felt like staying up here, I guess.” He turns his head. “Done for the day, Hokage-sama?”

“Ah, no. Avoiding my duties,” Kakashi says. It is one side of the truth. “What are you avoiding?”

“Konoha,” Tenzō replies, grasping onto the railing. His gaze turns downward at his admission.

Kakashi looks at the monument behind them, newly displaying a carved impression of himself. “This is an odd place to choose for that,” he says lightly.

Tenzō shrugs. “People aren’t usually up here.”

“Do you come here often?”

At this, Tenzō and Kakashi both look at each other, and Kakashi raises a hand. He opens his mouth to rephrase his question, but it comes out as a laugh instead. Which leads to Tenzō smiling, and to Kakashi walking closer, joining his companion at his lookout. They stand side by side at the railing as the sky turns orange.

It takes Kakashi a moment to remember his line of questioning. “Is this why you come here?” he asks, raising his head to the horizon.

“To watch the sunset with you?” Tenzō asks teasingly. “Never. The other ANBU would get jealous.”

Kakashi pretends that it’s the sun that’s warming him. “Once upon a time, you used to take me seriously.”

“You complained about that too, if I recall correctly.”

Kakashi rocks back on his heels, humming. “Is this your subtle way of telling me to get lost?” he asks, not fully in jest.

In his periphery, Kakashi can see Tenzō raise his eyebrows. “I’m not so bold as to kick you off of your own building, senpai.”

“I think we both know that’s not true.” Kakashi says fondly.

Tenzō chuckles. “Alright. Stay if you want. I’m avoiding crowds, not company.”

Looking below, Kakashi sees several dozen distant faces milling around just outside the tower. “We’ll have to get used to busy streets. We’ve had more migrants and visitors in the last year than in the past two decades. Our village is outgrowing itself.”

“I know. Shikamaru keeps calling on me to look at the new zoning laws.” Tenzō’s hand slides along the rail, and they both try not to pay attention to how close it brings their fingers. “Naruto has really changed things. Every shinobi village believes in our newfound era of peace.”

“Do you?”

“It’s hard not to,” Tenzō says, pensive. He sighs. “I’m just trying to figure out where I fit in it.”

“Where you’re standing is fine,” says Kakashi, without thinking much about it.

Tenzō looks at him then. “I can’t be in ANBU forever, Kakashi.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Kakashi says. But he is asking something, he realizes, both from the thumping in his chest and the way Tenzō is looking at him. He tries to find more words, but they do not come.

Tenzō is waiting for an answer, face coloured by the sun’s red light. And Kakashi, as much as it surprises him, wants to give him one. So he does, as best he can.

Kakashi starts to pull down his mask.

When it has slipped just past his nose, Tenzō’s hands, immediate, but gentle, halt him. They press against the mask where it sits at his ears. “Sorry,” says Tenzō, with a frantic look in his eyes.

“Oh.” Something has changed. Or hasn’t. Kakashi isn’t sure. “My apologies.”

“No,” Tenzō says, his fingers uncurling to cup Kakashi’s face. He takes a deep breath, and stands up straight, letting his hands fall to his sides. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“It doesn’t?” Kakashi asks, with only a hint of disbelief.

“No,” Tenzō says again. He seems scattered in a way he hasn’t in years. “I do… think of you.”

Kakashi waits. “Oh?”

Tenzō’s hand rises back up, fingers drifting along the part of Kakashi’s robe. “Yes,” he says, more certain. “You are someone whom I… That is, to me, you are…”

“I think the same of you,” Kakashi says, sparing him. It isn’t fair to ask Tenzō to articulate something he cannot find words for himself. “So then, what’s got you looking at me like that?”

“It’s spring,” Tenzō breathes, like the words are being dragged out of him. “The last season was difficult. Autumn more so.”

It has been foolish of Kakashi, not to wonder what it is like for Tenzō to be touched, or to touch others. He is so unwavering that none of the wears of what they have been through are visible in his duty. Kakashi counts himself thankful that their mortality can be laid bare before each other now.

“Still need to work on my timing, hm?”

“Your timing is fine. It’s me who isn’t meeting you when we were supposed to.” Tenzō replies wryly.

“I don’t have any other plans,” Kakashi promises.

Tenzō lets out another breath, slow and full. He bumps Kakashi’s shoulder with his own. “Do you think if we left now, I could walk you home before your current guard finds us?”

“Only one way to find out. I’ve always liked to keep them on their toes.”

--

The fourth time is only hours before he is meant to be there.

Although Kakashi, along with Tenzō, has spent the last several months planning Naruto’s wedding, it is with unforgiving hearts that he is summarily dismissed by the marriage party for hovering too much over the last minute security measures while all of their top shinobi are off-duty.

So, assigned to relax, Kakashi finds himself headed in one familiar direction.

There is a part of Kakashi which is terribly endeared by seeing Tenzō in formal wear, staring seriously at a bunch of flowers in his hand. It is a part of him he decides to set aside in favour of one of his favourite pastimes: causing trouble.

“You know, Tenzō, there are traditions about people who hold bouquets on wedding days.”

Tenzō quells Kakashi’s teasing with a look. “Sakura sent me on a mission. Apparently, Shino’s bugs have been eating some of the flower arrangements that Ino and I spent days organizing. Though, now that I’m here, I can’t tell which ones she was talking about.”

“You aren’t able to sense the plants in need?”

Tenzō snorts. “It’s mokuton, not omniscience.”

“That’s a shame,” Kakashi says solemnly. “I’ve been telling Naruto if he thinks any indecent thoughts before he’s married you’ll be able to sense it.”

Laughing, Tenzō says, “He can’t still be afraid of my face.”

“It’s a very good face,” Kakashi insists.

“I’m not sure that’s a compliment,” Tenzō replies, flushed and smiling.

Kakashi shoves a hand in his pocket, and shuffles forward to prod his free one at the bouquet Tenzō is holding. “Then why are you smiling?”

Tenzō sets the bouquet back in its vase, busying himself with adjusting the petals. “It’s a wedding,” he says, good-naturedly. “Aren’t people supposed to smile?”

The other man shrugs. He tries to not let his face crease up too much, so as to give away his own bright expression. “Usually they direct their smiles at the happy couple, don’t they?”

This time, it is Tenzō who moves a little closer to him. “Depends who they’re here with,” Tenzō says. Their fingers brush, and Tenzō doesn’t hesitate to hold onto Kakashi’s hand.

“Tenzō,” Kakashi says pleasantly, “are you asking me to be your date?”

Their fingers interlock. “I’m asking you to stand beside me while I search for bugs in bouquets,” Tenzō replies, but he leans closer to Kakashi as he says it.

“How romantic.”

The quip is undercut by the gladness Kakashi is unable to hide.

“I didn’t hear an answer,” Tenzō points out blithely. He doesn’t sound at all concerned about what Kakashi will say.

Kakashi stares at the trees blossoming above their heads, feeling a little mischievous. “I didn’t hear a question.”

“Sorry I’m late,” says Tenzō, with entirely too much humour. “But I’m here now. Will you attend the wedding with me?”

“Technically, we’re already here—”

“Really—”

“Yes.”

For several moments, as Tenzō looks at him with a warmth that overtakes all other things, Kakashi’s mind is completely, blissfully blank. And then, slowly, a foolish grin crosses his face.

“Senpai,” says Tenzō, smiling widely. “Please don’t ruin Naruto’s wedding.”

“I would never,” Kakashi says, with mock indignation. “We spent months planning it. Besides, why are you so certain I’m going to do something to upset him?”

“I know that look on your face,” Tenzō says. “And if you do what you’re thinking of doing, it’s going to make Naruto react.”

“He’s about to be a married man. He doesn’t need us to shelter him.”

“You say that now.”

“We can compromise,” Kakashi offers. “I can kiss you, and you can turn your head. That way you’ll only get half the blame that I do.”

Tenzō sternly says, “Kakashi,” but he is purposely avoiding Kakashi’s eyes and pressing his lips together so as not to widen his smile any further than it is. It would be remiss not to kiss him, Kakashi thinks. So he does.

(As promised, his lips land on only half of Tenzō’s mouth. Even less, when Tenzō’s frame shakes in silent laughter.

Naruto does catch them, and if the volume of his reaction is anything to go by, half a kiss is no better than a full one.)

--

Tenzō kisses like he speaks, Kakashi thinks, tugging the other man on top of him by the lapel of his suit. Slow and calm to begin with, but with another mouth to provoke him, hurried and heated. Despite all the hours they have been awake, there is no inertia in his advances. He is all motion, and keenness, and feeling. It is all Kakashi can do give as much honesty in his embrace.

It is far as Kakashi’s train of thought goes, as Tenzō’s hands slide into his hair. Kakashi arches his back.

By instinct, it seems, one of Tenzō’s hands reaches behind the other man to support him. Kakashi tugs on Tenzō’s bottom lip with his teeth to hide his smile.

“I can’t believe we made a scene at Naruto’s wedding,” Tenzō says, drawing away to take a heavy breath.  

“Technically, he made a scene. And I’m sure he has other things to think about on his wedding night other than seeing two of his teachers share a chaste peck.”

Tenzō shakes his head. “And if we’ve ruined intimacy for him forever?”

“I’ll refer them to a couple’s counsellor.” Kakashi kisses him again, and pulls back. “I’m going to need us to talk about something else.”

Tenzō thinks on it, stroking Kakashi’s jaw absentmindedly. “Have you filed your taxes yet?”

“I’m the Hokage. I don’t need to file taxes.”

Kakashi delivers the words which such sincerity, he can see the alarm grow on Tenzō’s face. It is probably more a testament to how thoroughly flustered Tenzo is, because he and Tenzō did their taxes together last year, helping each other sort through the new forms that have accumulated for their positions. His expression is so concerned that Kakashi has to press his lips against Tenzō’s neck so as not to give himself away.

Tenzō draws away from the kiss, and grasps at Kakashi’s face. “Kakashi, you need to—”

Kakashi kisses his fingers in between laughs. “You can lecture me on fiscal responsibility when we’re not on a date.”

Sufficiently distracted, Tenzō eyes the clock at Kakashi’s bedside. “This is still part of our date?” he asks, snorting. “Nine hours have passed since then.”

Kakashi tugs Tenzō forward again. “Well, we were overdue.”

[historicfailure]

Naruto Fanfiction

“It was a long way” Yamato x Reader Fiction

As a nurse, you have a strict codex of dealing with injured ANBUs. No hasty movements, don’t look them in the eyes, speak calm and slow. The whole time, you followed them meticulously, knowing firsthand what an ANBU was able to do without a trace of regret. Until one day, an injured ANBU comes in you can’t ignore like the others. Until one day, the ANBU breaks into your apartment to give you his regards. Until one day, the same ANBU does something you wouldn’t think he is able to do. Be human.

Word Count: 133,668

16 Chapters

Chapter 1 - Meeting

Chapter 2 - Following

Chapter 3 - Learning

Chapter 4 - Building

Chapter 5 - Blooming

Chapter 6 - Falling

Chapter 7 - Confessing

Chapter 8 - Denying

Chapter 9 - Breaking

Chapter 10 - Comforting

Chapter 11 - Judging

Chapter 12 - Waiting

Chapter 13 - Deciding

Chapter 14 - Concluding

Chapter 15 - Starting anew

Chapter 16 - Savoring

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“Braids for a crush” Yamato x Reader Fiction

Tenzo’s long hair is hindering him, so you offer to braid his long mane for a single day, just to try it out. And the boy has the best day of his young life.

Word Count: 6,988

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“Waking up” Yamato Fiction

After the war, Yamato wakes up. Not from the Infinite Tsukuyomi, that was long gone. But the longer the following day goes on, the more it feels like he’s still dreaming.

Reality can’t be that good.

Word Count: 5,451

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“New plans, new people, new places” Yamato x Reader Fiction

Sitting in a bar, dressed and dolled up, you wait for something to happen. You’re nervous, but still hold out, holding onto the brightly colored drink like your life depends on it.

That’s when Tenzou sits down beside you and the real game of the evening begins.

Word Count: 7,362

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“End my Loneliness” Kakashi x Reader Fiction

Living deep in the woods, all on your own. You like it that way. It’s silent, it’s peaceful and only occasionally, you’re bothered by people from a nearby village, the only point of civilization in close proximity. This life was your choice, for your own safety. Until a group of four shinobi set up a camp close to your home and no matter what you do, they don’t want to leave. You just want to be left alone, what’s so hard to understand? Begrudingly, you allow them to stay and that is - unbeknownst to you - the best decision of your life.

Word Count: 31,043 (current)

4 Chapter(s)

Chapter 1 - Mine alone

Chapter 2 - No more

Chapter 3 - Recovery above anything

Chapter 4 - My methods

Chapter 5 - A name is nothing

Chapter 6 - On your Own

Chapter 7 - Just an extra pair of hands

Chapter 8 - No way out

Chapter 9 - Underneath the Underneath

To be continued…

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“Maybe” Kakashi x Reader Fiction

Being a friend is easy. Being a friend with unrequited feelings is hard. Being a friend with unrequited feelings for your best friend you know since high school and visits the same university as yourself is almost impossible. But you managed until now, smiled and grit your teeth to not destroy the friendship you have with Kakashi.But a long movie night changes everything.

Word Count: 19,172

3 Chapters

Chapter 1 - Twilight is the darkest hour

Chapter 2 - Midnight, the magical hour

Chapter 3 - The first light of dawn

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“Find the right one” Kakashi x OC Fiction

Hiko Kobayashi. Small. Witty. IT-ler at the KPD - the Konoha Police Department. She’s also extremely scarred, but thanks to her family she lives now a mostly normal life.

Kakashi Hatake. Tall. Secretive. A detective at the KPD, freshly transferred from the Special Forces Unit. He’s not happy about being degraded, but appreciated the change in environment.

She has walls to protect herself, but he has too. Soon they will be thankful for the presence of the other, as friends and lovers. Because not only Kakashi has some secrets, but Hiko too and her’s are probably much bigger than his.

Word Count: 482,324 (current)

84 Chapters

Prologue

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“For her sake” Kakashi x OC Fiction

Hearing about Hiko’s past, Kakashi wants to do something special for her. He has an idea but the way to realize his plan is a long one. (Request)

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“Trough the eyes of an animal” Kakashi x Reader Fiction

One rainy day, you meet a cat who sits right in front of your appartment, the fur silver like a blade, with one scarred eye and a frightening intelligence for a cat.

What a coincidence that your neighbor Kakashi Hatake went on a mission and didn’t return yet…

Word Count: 43,809

6 Chapters

Chapter 1 - The evening where your fish and bed got stolen

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“Speak in a roundabout way” Kakashi x Reader Fiction

With Kakashi constantly out of the village, you start to doubt your relationship with him. But when he comes back, he changed significantly and you have also a little surprise for him in store… (Sequel to “Through the eyes of an animal”)

Word Count: 46,547

7 Chapters

Chapter 1 - A time of loneliness, anxiety and shock

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“Kakashi Smut Corner”

Just a collection of works, starring Kakashi and mostly himself, having some fun and private time.

Word Count: 4,322

Clones aren’t meant for this

A Hokage needs to de-stress too

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“Growing along the line” Iruka x Reader Fiction

Unusual circumstances force unusual solutions. After a really bad day at your workplace you meet Umino Iruka, who quickly makes you open up to him. But you certainly didn’t expect him to suddenly claim you two were romantically involved!

Word Count: 68,689 

9 Chapters

Chapter 1 - Bad Start

Chapter 2 - Defining the basic rules

Chapter 3 - Late vengeance

Chapter 4 - To fake a date

Chapter 5 - Too close to the fire

Chapter 6 - Crashing of the cloud castle

Chapter 7 - New horizon

Chapter 8 - Settling in

Chapter 9 - Another story for another day

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“Flowers and Chocolates” Iruka x Reader Fiction

Iruka wants to confess his love at Valentine’s Day, but has problems to decide on the flowers he should use to express his feelings. 

Word Count: 2,215

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“Before We Go” Iruka x Reader Fiction

Since childhood, Iruka was friends with you. Since Elementary School, the two of you were inseparable. Since Middle School, the boy is aware he's feeling more for you than mere friendship. Since High School, Iruka is pained to see you happy with others, but bears it in order to be the best friend possible.

Since graduation, since both of you received letters of universities, both so far apart he counted the days until you two had to part, since then, Iruka tries to hold on and smile at you. Unil you ask him something in a shy, shaking voice he never thought to hear.

Word Count: 15,872

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“Hurt me, hold me” Hidan x Reader Fiction

To your shame, you get wounded in a battle. You were prepared to die right there, with no competent soul to rely on. Surprisingly, your temporary partner Hidan stepped up to the plate, in his usual potty-mouthed manner and uncouth methods.

Word Count: 12,891

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“Training for the Heart” Madara x OC Fiction

Since a long time, Rahel dreamed of being part of the military. She studied, worked out and got so far to realize her dreams. Finally, she can call herself a soldier, part of the paramedics unit and will learn the customs in the Konohagakure-base. She lives her dream and when she sets her foot into the base, she thought it couldn’t become better.Until she met Captain Uchiha and realize her dreams could turn from one second the the next into a hellish nightmare.

Word Count: 20,053

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“I’m not whipped, I swear!” Genma x Reader Fiction

Genma was a ladies man back in the day, but now, when he’s in a relationship which turns into a much more serious direction than he would’ve ever thought, he can’t help but to settle into his new life with a little smile on his face.

Even though his friends won’t let him live that down.

Word Count: 7,987

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Kakashi Week 2018

All of my entries for KakashiWeek 2018 on Tumblr. Most of them will be angsty, one definitely will be NSFW and the rest Angst with a hopeful twist.

Word Count: 9,676 

5 Chapters

Prompt 1 - Jounin

Prompt 3 - Grief

Prompt 4 - Icha-Icha

Prompt 7- Ghosts

Prompt 8 - Family

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Tumblr Requests

A collection of all of my shorter requests.

Word Count: 976 (current)

First Chapter: Ebisu getting his glasses whipped off

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Overwatch Fanfiction

“Worth it” Jesse McCree x Reader Fiction

Jesse McCree is fed up with the constant judgement of the humans due to his nature. He never expected to find a meal which would intrigue him, but then he stumbles over you and finds himself mesmerized.He tries to stay away, but in the end, it would be worth giving up his walls.

Word Count: 6,134

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“A first time for everything” Gabriel Reyes x Reader Fiction

Usually, you let Gabriel take the reigns in the bedroom. But today, you make a bargain with him. One which he doesn’t regret at all…

Word Count: 4,026

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