#naraweek

[jomaitje]

I made this little comic for the @naraweek: day 4 - “what if”  The original script and scene is from Modern Family S01E17. Hope you guys like it! 🦌

[industriallee]

Day 1 of @naraweek: War | Anbu

[misssunflowersandsangria]

(Wo)Man’s Best Friend

Happy @naraweek day 4!   I’ve loved everyone’s submissions!  The Naras are the best!!!! Hope you enjoy this quick ficlet starring the real star: Kamatari the Weasel!  Lol I think we need more stories with Temari’s summoning animal. Oh it’s a Modern AU too. Okie, enjoy!

Summary: A way to meet the new neighbor.

Prompt: Pets

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“Kamatari! Are you hungry? I picked up the treats you like!”  Temari announced stepping into her apartment. The move from Suna to Konoha was a tough one but she needed a change of pace and to branch out from the watchful eyes of her brothers.  The tiny apartment was a far cry from the palatial home she once knew but it was all her own. Her mother and father had also been wary of the move but her family knew that there was no changing her mind after it was set. 

They had come to help her move in but once she was settled headed back home.  The silence of the apartment was a little startling. Thankfully, she had her pet weasel that would keep her company. 

“Kamatari?  Where are you? It’s time for dinner?”  She’d set up a comfortable space for her roommate that was as similar to back home as she could get it. Kamatari had been her pet since she was little and he was as good of a pet as they came. It may have been an odd choice but she’d raised him from infancy and he’d become her loyal companion. 

Temari searched high and low through the small apartment, not finding Kamatari anywhere. It was dinner time and like clockwork, he’d be ready for his meal. She began to worry that the move had been too traumatic for the small animal.  She started to dial her brother's number hoping they weren’t too far away and could come back to help her search the neighborhood. 

“Ahh!  What the hell is that?” Temari looked up hearing the muffled cry from the other side of the wall.  She ran outside and stormed into her neighbor’s apartment with a sneaking suspicion of where her errant pet was hiding. 

She wanted to laugh out loud at the terrified expression on the man's face as he held a book and a spatula in front of him while Kamatari jumped and danced.

“Kamatari! Get back here! This is not how we meet our neighbors.” 

The man’s panicked eyes turned towards hers.  “Is this thing yours?”

“He’s not a thing. He’s my pet weasel Kamatari.”

The pineapple haired man rolled his eyes annoyed at the lack of worry.  “Oh of course I’m the crazy one.  Is he dangerous?”

“Only if he thinks you're a threat.  I think that he might actually like you?”

Her neighbor looked unconvinced. “How can you tell?” 

“The way he’s moving. He dances like that when he’s happy.”  She explained grinning at the cute way he was moving around. 

This seemed to calm the man’s fear and he lowered his “weapons.” “Okay….well, it’s nice to meet you then uhm... Kamatari and you are?”

“Temari.”

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Shikamaru.” 

“Here give him a treat. He’ll love you then.” She placed a few pellets in his hands before pulling him closer to the small mammal.

She kneeled down and he followed suit still unsure. “Hold out your hand.”

“Come here Kamatari, this is Shikamaru, he’s our neighbor and friend.”  The small animal seeing his owner and food presented to him crawled over and began eating out of his hand. 

“He’s pretty fun once you know he’s not going to bite your face off,”  Shikamaru admitted feeding the creature a few extra pellets.

“Meh, give it some time.”  His eyes widened in worry. 

“I’m kidding. You’re doing good with him so far.”  Temari could admit that she was impressed.  Kamatari could be very overprotective and was very selective about who he liked.  It was unusual to see him bond so quickly to another person. He was still wary of Kankurou at times. What was so special about her new neighbor.  

“Thanks, my family has a long history with deer keeping and veterinary work. Although I’ve never encountered a weasel this close.”

They sat there together while Shikamaru fed Kamatari a few more treats. He asked Temari a little more about her history and how she could have acquired a pet weasel.  She was surprised at how easily the conversation flowed between them. It took away the pang of loneliness she felt since moving away.  They stayed up long into the night, Kamatari falling asleep in his owner's lap. 

“I guess our boring talk made him fall asleep.” Temari glanced at the clock surprised at how late it was.  It felt like no time had passed at all. 

“Thanks again Shikamaru.  Most people tend to get very freaked out when they meet him, I think he can smell the fear too.  I appreciate that you didn’t just try to hurt him or call animal control.”  She didn’t want to think about what could have happened if Kamatari made his way into another person’s home.

“No problem, he is cute.”  He wouldn’t admit that she was pretty cute too holding the furry creature carefully in her arms.  

“Well, I’m next door if you need anything.”

He replied in turn with a soft grin.  Thankful for the wandering weasel that led to this experience.  

“Same here.  Good night Temari.”

“Good night Shikamaru.” 

Shikamaru shut the door and began to get ready for bed.  He smiled faintly hearing Temari scold her pet next door.  It was quite obvious how much she adored that furry thing.  

He’d wondered who would eventually move into the vacant apartment next to him.  In all his imaginings he could have never conceived that it would be a gorgeous blonde with a pet weasel.  All he knew was that this would be very interesting.

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Kamatari as a wingman :D Thanks for reading deers!  This was initially going to be a multichapter work but for now it’s just this quick one shot.  Maybe one day I’ll finish it up.  Thanks again!!! Love you my sweet fawns! 

[naraweek]

It’s one troublesome event after another for these Naras as we proudly present: Nara Week 2020!

This year, let us show our appreciation for this brainy, shadow-weaving clan by celebrating on the week leading to Shikamaru’s and Shikadai’s birthdays!

Prompts:

Sept. 17 - War / Anbu

Sept. 18 - RTN / Crossover

Sept. 19 - Fall / Timeskip

Sept. 20 - What If / Pets

Sept. 21 - Redesign / Cooking

Sept. 22 - Scars / Happy Birthday, Shikamaru

Sept. 23 - Legacy / Happy Birthday, Shikadai!

Rules / Guidelines:

1. We will accept any kind of content—fanfictions, graphics, gifs, artworks, and any other creative works you can think of. Of course, stolen works are NOT ALLOWED.

2. This event has double themes for each day: you may choose to work on one theme, both themes, or combine the themes if you feel like it.

3. Keep in mind that this event is to celebrate ALL our Nara favorites, so you don’t have to limit your piece to just Shikamaru and Shikadai. The more Nara, the better!

4. We will not tolerate any character hate, ship bashing, incest, adult/minor, or reposting / editing / tracing of any kind.

5. Please tag your work with #naraweek2020 in the first three tags so we can easily find and reblog it. You may also tag @naraweek in your post.

6. We also have a Twitter account under the same username. You may opt to post your content on either or both platforms.

7. This is an open event dedicated to showing our love and support for the Nara clan, so anyone can participate as long as you don’t spread hate.

8. If you have any concerns or inquiries, send us an ask or message either of the hosts (@shikamarubase and @shikanaradai) directly. You don’t need to be shy!

9. Don’t forget to have fun! :)

@narutoevents

[vainkaz]

@naraweek redesign...honestly satisfied w his og

[lucigra]

@naraweek

DAY 7- LEGACY

[kr15xxx]

Nara Week|| Day 1||

Prompts|| War | Anbu||

Here’s an aesthetic for @naraweek​‘s first day!

[industriallee]

Day 4 of @naraweek: What Ifs | Pets

A prompt combo with my headcanon that the Nara deer are predatory

[industriallee]

Day 7 of @naraweek: Legacy | Happy Birthday, Shikadai

I’m a firm believer that Shikadai should have Magnet Release

[industriallee]

Day 2 of @naraweek: RTN | Crossover

BNA x Shikamaru, ft a Qilin/Kirin Shika

[misssunflowersandsangria]

Crowns

Happy @naraweek  my deers!  I was going to wait till day 7 to post this but uh it kind of works for today's prompt too!  Yay!!!  I've never done one of those 5 + 1 things so I hope that you enjoy it! 

A Nara's hair was a known and familiar symbol.

Prompt: Timeskip

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Crowns

1- Shikaku/Yoshino 

“I got you!”  Shikaku announced proudly.  He might be considered a genius and excellent strategist but Yoshino managed to always demand the best out of him when they sparred. Ever since they were younger she was always one of the best at evading him and managing to just escape his shadow possession. Whenever he did catch her it was cause for celebration.

Yoshino frowned, annoyed at being caught. She may not have plans to become some great shinobi like him but she always pushed him hard during training. This was to help calm her worries for when he left on missions. Knowing that he was at his absolute best, ready for anything helped quell some of the fear.

Her frown turned into a grin as she looked at him curiously.

“What?”  He asked aloud seeing the change in her expression.

Her hand reached up to trail her fingers along his cheek and up to his hairline.  Her nails scored across his scalp sending shivers along his spine.

“Your hair.”

“My hair?”  He asked curiously, reaching up to touch at his head. 

“It must have gotten caught, your ponytail is coming undone.”  She explained her hands working gently to remove the tie from his hair. Midnight locks fell through her hands and around his shoulders. 

Shikaku just stared as her fingers played through the strands her eyes filled with amusement.

“What’s with the fascination with my hair?”

“Don’t act surprised it's been like this since we were kids.”  She’d only seen his hair down a handful of times and just like now she became enchanted by it. 

The dark locks gave his sharp features a sort of softness. She knew that a Naras’ hair was a familiar and known symbol of their family. It reminded her of the antlers of the deer that they cared for. His hair was strong and healthy. Very much like its owner.  It annoyed her that her own hair wasn’t as well taken care of. Perhaps when she officially became a Nara she’d learn their hair care secrets. 

“I’m just not used to seeing it down.  You look very handsome like this.”  She shrugged but smiled at the blush across his cheeks.  

He caught her hand placing kisses on her palm. “Didn't realize how much you like it.  Okay, for you I’ll leave it down more often.” She grinned biting her lip wondering if he knew how sweet the gesture was.  Not just anyone got to see him like this. 

Her hands tangled themselves in his hair to pull him down for a kiss.  The strands acting like a curtain around them.

Just another day with her Love.  

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2- Shikamaru & Temari

The first time Temari saw Shikamaru’s hair down she stomped off in a rush leaving him standing there perplexed. It was early morning and she’d arrived at his home with little warning or notice. He answered the door with sleep still in his eyes and his hair loose around him. 

The view rendered her still and speechless causing her to forget just why she’d come by in the first place. 

“What’s going on Tem?”  Shikamaru asked with a yawn scratching at his scalp. 

She felt her face heat up and looked away.  “Uh..nothing I’ll see you later!”

He just watched confused as she ran off into the distance. He shrugged hoping that this wasn’t something he’d be punished for in the future. 

Temari couldn’t believe her reaction. It was just some hair. Why did it matter that it made the already attractive Nara even more so? Just because she could easily see herself running her fingers through those loose locks wasn’t a reason to react that way. 

She groaned shaking away images of sweat matted hair that fell around her as they kissed-

‘Stupid not so pineapple head ninja.’

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3- Shika & Tem

“Damn it!  Can’t you tie your hair up?”  Temari demanded slamming her hands against the desk.  

Shikamaru looked up startled, pushing the long strands back.   “What? Why? Does it bother you?”

“Yes, I’m not used to it down! It’s distracting.”

“My hair is distracting?”

Realizing what she admitted she stood up and gathered her things “Ugh, never mind.”  She grumbled before she wrenched the ties from her own hair and dropped them in front of him. 

“I’m going to work from home today.”  Shikamaru stared at her retreating form a soft grin across his lips. 

The next day he found a pack of hair ties on his desk. 

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4- ShikaTema

Temari smiled to herself, tucking her head into Shikamaru’s neck. Soft strands of hair tickling her cheek. 

“Have I ever told you that I love your hair down?”  She asked curiously her hands gently brushing stray hairs from his eyes. 

“Do you?”  He asked with a grin. 

“Yes as much as I hate to admit it.  You’re annoyingly attractive on most days but when your hair is down you’re pretty irresistible.”  He just grinned in response before placing a warm kiss against her forehead. 

“I kind of had a feeling.”  He admitted drawing her closer. His own face moving into blonde wisps. 

“Really?”  She asked with an amused expression.

“You could barely look at me if it was down. It was kind of fun seeing you so flustered.” 

“What?” 

“You didn’t notice that I was wearing it untied more often?”  Temari pouted, annoyed and embarrassed that he’d noticed. The soft kiss against her shoulder shifted her thoughts. 

Now that their relationship had changed she had unfettered access. She was the only one that would get to play with the strands and know the feeling of them through her fingers. 

“Fine, you caught me. No more wearing it down in the village when I’m not here.”  She demanded pushing a finger against his chest. 

Shikamaru just chuckled, pulling her in closer. “Same for you my love.”

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5- Shikadai

“Ow. Mom it hurts.”

“Well if you could do it yourself correctly then I wouldn’t have to.”  Temari explained and despite what Shikadai thought she was running the brush through as gently as possible. Her son's hair was naturally very thick and easily became tangled. She had to get hair care tips from Yoshino when she found out that she was pregnant. Knowing she would have to help her son with keeping up the tradition. 

Shikadai would prefer to keep it loose rather than tied up so tightly. It was boring and troublesome but he was sure that one day he’d miss having his mom brush his hair. 

“You have to keep your hair neat. A Nara’s hair-“

“Is a symbol of our clan and family.”  He finished with a bored expression. 

“Yes but you, my little fawn, have the added title of being our prince. So your hair is like wearing a crown on your head. It represents the role you’ll one day step into as the Nara heir as well as the role you'll play in Suna.  Wear it proudly son.” 

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5+ 1- Naras

Temari leaned her head back enjoying the warm water that cascaded through her blonde locks. Shikamaru was sitting behind her and worked the shampoo into her hair massaging her scalp as he moved. The action caused her toes to curl beneath the water. 

“Mm… this feels amazing.”  She sighed, sinking further into the water. Once her hair was thoroughly shampooed he began pouring the water back over. He watched as the rivulets trailed down along her neck, shoulders then down her spine.  It created a golden waterfall along her back. 

Like him, she rarely wore her hair down in public.  Even at home it would often be tied up or pulled away from her face. When it flowed down her shoulders so gently it always did something to him. 

He settled next to her in the bath before pulling her into his arms. Both of them with their hair wet and loose around them. 

She’d found a silver strand amongst raven tresses the other day. It was a stark reminder that they were older now.  Neither of them lamented that fact.  Rather they were thankful that they were able to grow old together.    

Temari’s fingers curled around a dark lock. Just as fascinated as she had been the first time she’d run her fingers through those strands. 

Shikamaru gazed at her affectionately layering kisses along the crown of her head.  Those precious locks tangled in his fingers. 

“I love you Tem.”  Her heart fluttered in a familiar beat.  Through the trials and miracles of life their love endured.  It would continue to do so even when all those threads turned silver.  

“I love you too Shikamaru.” 

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Hope that you liked it! I've been obsessed with the idea of hair down Shikaku ...ugh....and also Shikamaru one day being a silver fox! :D  I have one more ficlet I could use for tomorrow and I don't know I have an idea for Shikamaru's bday but I don't know that I will be able to get it out in time.  Either way, thank you all for reading my sweet fawns!  Love you babeys! 

[industriallee]

Day 6 of @naraweek: Scars | Happy Birthday, Shikamaru

[industriallee]

Day 5 of @naraweek: Redesign | Cooking

just some simple blackwash drawings, with sharp teeth for fun

[industriallee]

Day 3 of @naraweek: Fall | Timeskip

Didn’t feel like drawing autumn vibes so i took out my black paper

[misssunflowersandsangria]

Paper Crowns

Happy last day of @naraweek and Happy birthday Shikadai!!!  Enjoy some cute, family fluff!

Summary:   You're never too old for precious traditions.

Prompt: Legacy/Happy Birthday Shikadai

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Paper Crowns

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“Good morning Fawn, wake up, it’s your birthday!”

The said birthday celebrant wiped the sleep from his eyes before rolling over. 

“Thanks mom.”  He mumbled in reply. 

“No, no.  No sleeping in.  It’s time for our breakfast.”  Every year they would have a special breakfast carved out just for the two of them before the day’s celebrations.  Even now she sent Shikamaru out to pick up the food and cake so that she could just have some time with her not so baby boy. 

Shikadai shut his eyes pulling the covers back over.  “Can we just cancel it this year?  I just got back from a mission.  I want to sleep in then go see my friends.”

Temari was struck speechless.  “What?  That’s not what we do on your birthday.  It’s our tradition.  We have breakfast together then we celebrate as a family.  You’re welcome to invite them to come over tonight.”

“Mom, I’m a little too old for birthday parties.”

Temari could feel heat rising in her.  “You can see your friends whenever you want.  Today is for us.”

He groaned into his pillow.  “Do you have to be such a nag about this? It's my birthday, shouldn’t I be allowed to do what I want?”

“Excuse me?”

He realized too late what he just said. “Sorry-”

Temari felt her body shake with restrained rage and a kind of sadness.  “No, I get it.  You’re too old to spend time with your mother now.  I understand, fine.”

Shikadai sat up trying to make his point.  “I didn’t say that, I just think it would be nice to take into account what I might want to do.”

“No I get it.  Fine.  I’ll see you later then.”

“Mom-”  The door slammed cutting him off. 

Shikadai groaned, running a hand through his hair.  He knew that it was a little unfair of him to act this way.  Birthdays had always been a big deal in their household.  His birthday was right after his father’s but his mom always did her best to make sure that the day was special just for him. 

He decided to give her some time to calm down before apologizing hoping that they could restart the day.  Upon arriving to the living room he found it filled with decorations and a packed picnic. His mother though, was nowhere to be seen. 

On the table he found a large box addressed to him.

“My Dearest Fawn,

Happy Birthday son.  I am so proud of you and the man that you are becoming.  You are kind, strong and intelligent beyond compare.  I am so thankful to be your mother.  I know that things will not always be the easiest but your father and I will always be there for you.  I love you and no matter how old you are, you will always be my baby.”

In the meticulously wrapped box he found a set of carefully constructed fans from Suna.  They were smaller than his mother’s but could easily be taken along and used during missions.  

There were 3 different fans.  One that had the Nara clan symbol, green with black lines mimicking shadows.  The second one teal with a desert landscape and a bright sun.  The final one incorporated all elements of who he was.  Gold, an intricate designed deer with shadows representing the antlers, carried on beds of sand.  His mother had clearly spent time thinking about the design of each.  He’d been training with his mother on how to use the war fans but wanted to adapt it to his own style.  The smaller fans were easier to maneuver and he could utilize them in a variety of ways.

“Who’s ready for birthday cake?”  Shikamaru walked in expecting a nice celebration rather it looked more like a funeral.

“What happened?”

Shikadai rubbed at his tired eyes.  “I told mom I didn’t want to have breakfast this morning. I wanted to sleep in.”

Shikamaru knew his wife was probably off somewhere leveling the landscape.  

“Shikadai.”

“I messed up huh?  It's not that I didn’t want to spend time with her.  I just wanted to sleep in a little and do my own thing for part of the day.  She probably hates me now.”

Shikamaru shook his head ruffling Shikadai’s hair.  “She could never hate you son.  You mean everything to her.  It’s kind of our fault too because we’re not good at expressing our emotions.  Do you know why today is so important to your mom?”

“I mean it’s my birthday.”

“But it's more than that.  Growing up in Suna the way that she did she never imagined that she would become a mom.  Then when she decided that she wanted to be one we didn’t think it was possible.  She'd been injured a lot, the effects just compounded over the years because of various missions.  This made it difficult for her to conceive.”  He paused remembering the feeling of defeat each time the tests came back negative.  

“The day that she found that she was pregnant was the happiest I’d ever seen her.  Then when you were actually born, well it almost killed her.”  Shikamaru hated recalling the absolute terror that gripped him.  He didn’t know what he would have done if he lost her and his son.

Shikadai’s eyes widened.  “What?”

“It was a complicated pregnancy.  There were moments during labor that they didn’t know if she would make or if you would.  I know that if it came down to it she would have sacrificed anything to bring you into the world.  To us you’re a miracle, our legacy.  Your mother didn’t have the privilege of getting what she wanted in life, you were something that she wanted more than anything.  So on your birthday she has this special time scheduled just for the two of you, her precious fawn.  So yes, it’s your birthday but in a lot of ways this was a new start in life for the two of us.  Marriage, parenthood, these were things that we both considered a drag but that clearly changed.  We can’t imagine anything better. She should have told you why today means so much, but cut her some slack she’s still a troublesome woman.”

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Temari took a break, her arms screaming in pain.  She was clearly out of practice if she was tired in such a short time but her movements had been frantic and furious.  Thankfully she’d leveled this part of the forest years ago and they just kept it empty for her.  She knew that she was being difficult, she was old enough now not to just throw a tantrum when she was upset. Still, he hurt her feelings.  Was it so wrong to want to spend time with your son on their birthday?

The interlude this morning was just another reminder that her baby was older now.  Perhaps birthday breakfasts with mom were childish.  When he was younger he loved their birthday mornings together.  He’d cling to her as they enjoyed their morning in forest or at home or wherever their day took them. This was her time with him before the rest of the day and people took him away. 

Those were some of her most precious memories with her miracle fawn.  

“Mom.”  He walked up to her, his head lowered and shoulders drawn in. 

“I’m sorry Shikadai.  You’re right, you’re older now and you should have a say in what you want to do on your birthday.”

He shook his head before grabbing onto her similar to how he would when he was younger.  “No, I’m sorry.  I love our birthday mornings together mom.  I like that it’s just us and I was being selfish this morning but I want you to know that they do mean alot to me.”

Temari sighed, taking a deep breath.  “I’m sorry too Fawn.  I think that we could have both handled it a little differently.”

“So I know that it’s not breakfast time but if you’d like to maybe we can just have a nice lunch together.  Dad and I put together what we could.  Dad said it’s okay if some of my friends come over for dinner tonight.”  He suggested with a smile. Temari looked away brushing her tears.  

“I’d like that Dai.”

That night Temari looked on as Shikadai enjoyed food with his friends and family.  He even indulged her by wearing the silly birthday crown on his head.  

Their afternoon together was perfect.  And she couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that she brought something so wonderful into the world.  He may be older but she could still see the little boy that looked at her like she hung the clouds in the sky. It was easy to remember when she was a sad broken child back in Suna dreaming of a peaceful and fulfilled life. Even in her greatest imaginings she could have never envisioned this.

Shikamaru wrapped an arm around her drawing her in to place a kiss on her head. 

“You okay?”

She nodded, hiding her face against his shoulder, her tears drying against his shirt.  

“Of course, I don’t understand why some people take birthdays so seriously?”

Shikamaru grinned holding her tight.  Just another day in September for the Naras. 

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Thanks for reading deers.  I hope that you enjoyed it.  I have this hc that Temari actually had a tough time becoming pregnant and also delivering just as a consequence of what her body had to go through over the years because of missions.  So Shikadai is their little miracle child.  Thanks again for reading, any kudos/comments.  I am fawned of you my deers!

[vainkaz]

@naraweek legacy LAST DAY!