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ichatake · 7 months ago

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Yandere Obito and Yandere Kakashi with the same girl 👀👀👀 I loved it. Can we get a part 2 when they are older?

Request are open! Request rules here!

Part. 1 Here!

Pairing: Yandere! Obito x reader x Yandere! Kakashi

Warning: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, slight manipulation, mature content and slightly suggestive content.

A/N: thank you for requesting a part. 2, I love it when people like my works so much they ask for a second part! I hope you enjoy it!

As Teenagers:

✧ Obito was a very charming boy around you after he had warmed up to the idea of you staying on his team for the rest of your lives. You had now become the light of his day, completely replacing Rin. It was ironic how the last thing he wanted to happen was actually the first thing he’d come to love. Sure, he missed Rin, but you were there now. He surrounds you with his presence and surrounds himself around you at all times. That means that his pictures of Rin he had so dearly kept up in his room were suddenly taken down and replaced by your lovely face. If you compared the amount of pictures he had of Rin with the ones he has of you now, you definitely win. Apart from completely revolving his life around you, he makes sure to always be there for you; asking how you are, if you need anything, if you ate, etc. He wants you to enjoy his presence as much as he loves yours, and he wants you to feel loved by him. He doesn’t hide his growing crush, and it makes a certain silver haired boy boil inside.

✧ Kakashi gets fed up with Obito easily, as always, but when it comes to you, he can’t help but let his mouth move on his own. He always tries to embarrass Obito in front of you, and make himself seem better than his friend. Although you quickly shut Kakashi off and tell him that what he had just said wasn’t nice, he rolls his eyes and mutters a small apology just so you’re not mad at him. Thankfully, you never stay mad at him for too long, which he deeply appreciates. Like how he appreciates how naïve you are sometimes, because he loves to lie. He had never lied before, but once his feelings for you began to blossom, it became a habit of his. It started off as a small, harmless lie. When you asked him if he had seen your lovely bracelet that Obito had gifted you, he said no, while stuffing his hands in his pockets nonchalantly. Your disappointed frown made him slightly smile as he clutched that stupid bracelet of yours. He could always give you a new one. From then on, he began to lie more constantly, and he couldn’t stop himself from doing so. He lied to keep you interested in him, or to make you look for him. He liked when you needed his help, and he wasn’t shy to sabotage a few things just so you asked him for help.

✧ Both Kakashi and Obito knew that they were in love with you. They hadn't mentioned it to each other, but it was pretty obvious for the both of them. At first, they didn’t mention anything about it, but as they fought for your attention, it became obvious they needed to get this sorted out. At least, that’s what Kakashi thought. The boy knew Obito wouldn't be very flexible with you, considering how possessive he was, but once he caught said boy pressing his lips onto a framed picture of you while he passed by his house, he found that as the perfect opportunity to either blackmail him or make a pact. “If you don’t want (Y/N) to think you’re a total freak, then you’ll listen to what I have to say,” Kakashi’s threat made Obito sit still and quiet. There was no way he could live with himself if you ever thought he was a weirdo! So, with much irritation, he hesitantly listened to what his rival had to say. Kakashi explained that he knew Obito had feelings for you, and unfortunately, he did too. Of course, Obito wanted to speak and argue, but Kakashi shut him off immediately. “Let’s make a deal. We don’t have to fight over her. On the contrary, let’s work together. It’s obvious you want to keep her safe just as much as I do, and I don’t want her to end up like Rin,” The mention of Rin made Obito tense. At the end of their talk, they decided to put their rivalry aside when it came to you. They trusted each other enough to ‘share’, and they were very selfish kids, so that was surprising.

✧ The boys spend all their time with you. They are there at your beck and call, and you’re glad they’re there for you! You don’t really notice how they’re unnaturally obsessed with you, so you allow weird things to happen from time to time. Like how you let them pick you up and take you home everyday. How you take food or drinks from them, never questioning if they had anything in them, because they couldn’t possibly ever put anything in your food, right? They don’t really show their weird tendencies flat out, since they’re still in denial that they’re actually doing anything wrong. They simply liked you. That’s all. This was a simple crush they developed, nothing else. It wasn’t weird that the only thing they could think about at night was you. How you would take care of them, heal them, help them, feed them. How you were so nice and gentle when it came to them. How they would try to think of different ways to make you smile, because it was the only thing they were looking forward to in the day. Your smile was contagious to them, intoxicating even. To young boys like them, this was completely normal. The most in denial was Kakashi, but to be honest, he was the one who’d act out on his impulses. As stated before, Kakashi would be willing to lie just to get you on his side. If he didn’t like someone, he’d start telling you how bad of a friend that person was because “I heard them making fun of you”. Of all people you would expect to lie, you never thought Kakashi would be one of them. So, you believed Kakashi, and cut ties with a lot of kids because of him. This was a big victory for him, because now you would look for him even more. You invited him to eat, walk, and train. Sure, you would ask Kakashi if Obito would like to go too, but his answer was always “I don’t know, I think he’s out training again with one of his clan members. Let’s just go, just the two of us,” Apart from slowly becoming a pathological liar, he also made sure to go with you everywhere, whenever he could, of course. That includes when you’re not looking. You would complain about feeling watched sometimes, and he’d try to brush your concerns off by saying “Maybe you’re being paranoid. Maybe you’re used to Obito and I walking you home that it feels weird when you don’t,”

✧ Speaking of acting on impulses, Obito had become a little self aware that his love for you was becoming dangerously weird. Despite Kakashi being in denial, Obito knew that it wasn’t normal to think about you as if he had to. He needed to know what you were doing as much as he needed to eat, sleep, and breathe. He even felt a little guilty, in contrast to Kakashi. He felt so guilty the first time he stole from you. It was a simple hair tie you always kept around your wrist even if you never wore it. You had used it as some sort of bracelet. As he got home and pulled it out of his pocket, his heart dropped to his stomach as his eyes scanned the tie. Shame ran through his body as blood rushed to his cheeks. He couldn’t believe it. He just stole from you! He was such a freak! He considered giving it back and apologizing, but he couldn’t do that! Then you would totally think he’s sick! So he decided to keep it. He promised himself he would never steal from you ever again. He doesn’t steal. He was a good kid! But, you never know where you might end up in life, and he found himself taking other things from you. Everytime he stole, he felt like a total thief, and he was. The guilt would consume him, but his desires were satisfied. So, he stole and stole and stole until stealing small things from you wasn’t enough. He was left unsatisfied, even if he had a drawer dedicated to placing all of the things he had stolen from you.

As Young Adults:

✧ Now the three of you were older, and had matured! Both Kakashi and Obito grew taller and bulkier, making them attractive young men. Meanwhile, you had also grown and developed in every way. Your personality, your face, your body. Everything changed in ways that satisfied them. To them, you were even more gorgeous than before, and they hoped you thought they were attractive as well. You see, despite them obviously crushing on you, nothing really happened throughout the years. You still considered them friends, and showed no sign of romantic interest in them, much to their dismay. However, that doesn’t mean they stopped obsessing over you. On the contrary, it only fueled their desires. Kakashi had grown an interest in very… detailed literature. The ones you wouldn’t really let children read. His desires developed and changed as he grew, and as he entered adulthood, he found himself thinking of perverted fantasies involving you. He didn’t mean to, but his mind couldn’t help wonder off on how your breast grew a little more, or how your hips became wider. He didn’t really feel guilty about it either. He told himself these fantasies and thoughts were normal for hormonal men like him. His eyes would wander on your body a little longer than usual, and when you noticed him looking at you, he would simply smile and tell you how you haven’t changed a bit. But you had. And he loved it. Now that you weren’t kids, you didn’t need them walking you home anymore. You didn’t need him to watch over you, and you were now getting missions that didn’t involve them. Although it disappointed both of them, they tried to keep their calm. Obito would think about following you while you were out on a mission, but he never did it. He considered it an insult to your skill. You were strong enough to protect yourself, right? Kakashi, on the other hand, didn’t care. He followed you on your mission to keep a close eye on you. You were weaker than him, therefore, you needed his protection. The best part was that you never noticed him. He found it to be a win-win for all parties involved, that being you and him.

✧ Kakashi wasn’t the only one with perverted fantasies, because Obito found himself waking up with a red face and sweat on his forehead while thinking back on the dream he just had about you. He’d be blushing the whole day while being with you, and when you’d ask him what was up, he’d brush it off saying it was just hot outside. What a big lie. Thanks to those dreams, he found himself sitting on the edge of his bed, hand clutching onto a piece of clothing he had slipped into his pocket the day you invited him and Kakashi to your house for your birthday. He felt disgusted at the fact he felt so aroused with you. That the simple faint scent of your perfume intoxicated him. The thought of owning your clothes without your consent drove him insane, much more than he already was. And the fact that he was holding the fabric close to his nose as his pants felt tight and uncomfortable had him questioning what he was doing. He asked himself why he acted this way, but made no effort into putting a stop to it as his hands fumbled with his belt to find peace from the heat and tension building up in his body. His thoughts would wonder what it would be like if it wasn’t your clothes he was holding, but it was you yourself. What would it feel like to have you sitting on his lap, holding onto his shoulders for dear life while you enjoyed how he made you feel? He had no idea how he could look at you in the eyes the next morning after a night full of dirty fantasies.

✧ Obito and Kakashi had also developed jealous tendencies that would annoy you at times. It was hard to deny that they liked you, at least a little more than just friends. And you didn’t mind it. You had also developed strong feelings for them, but that didn’t mean they could act as if they were your boyfriends when they weren’t. You hated the way you couldn’t talk to a guy because Kakashi would suddenly pop out of nowhere to try and slip you away from the guy. It annoyed you even more when he would start trying to insult the guy—not directly, but he would throw sarcastic and degrading comments just to see the guy’s confidence crumble. God forbid Obito ever sees you flirt with a dude either. He was even worse than Kakashi. When you mention how they should stop treating you as their girlfriend, they simply told you you were taking things out of proportions and how “The guy had been with half the village girls already,” They could stop if you wanted, but they were just being good ‘friends’. They were guys and they knew what their intentions were. You needed to believe them, but if you didn’t, that’s fine. If you wouldn’t stop talking to the guy, then the guy would just need to stop talking to you. Kakashi would make sure of it. And when you did come crying to them, saying how the guy was just a total joke and that they were right, they wasted no time in being by your side, “See? You needed to trust us. We told you,”, “At this point, the only guys you need in your life are us,” Maybe they were right.

✧ Kakashi was the one that took care of all your personal connections. He decided who you kept in your life, and who would need to leave immediately. Obito, on the other hand, took care of your emotional state. Whatever Kakashi did, it would leave you in shambles, and Obito would be there to pick up the pieces. He was well aware of what Kakashi was doing behind the scenes, I mean they both agreed on it. Obito wasn’t innocent, and you didn’t know that the two men you trusted with your whole life, were actually the ones ruining it. Speaking of ruining, you seemed to be stuck in the same rank rank ever since you became a chunin. Both Kakashi and Obito had ranked up and were currently Jonin, but you were still a chunin. You wondered why, because you were doing everything right. All your missions were completed and well executed, yet you still made no progress. You even asked the Hokage, your former teacher, why you hadn’t ranked up yet. “I’m sorry (Y/N), you're just not ready yet,” he’d tell you, making you storm off angrily out of his office. To you, your missions were perfectly executed, but the anonymous reports that would reach Minato were completely different to what actually happened. They would absolutely botch your hard work and explain how you made many rookie mistakes that belonged to a genin more than a chunin. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this. Maybe you were better working at the hospital than the field. This was highly supported by Kakashi and Obito as well “You’re one of the best medical nin I’ve seen! You should put your skills to work,” Obito would say, trying to motivate you to drop trying to complete missions outside.

✧ Let it be known that if you ever choose one of them, no you won’t. If it’s one of them, it’s both of them. They agreed on this. They both had a ‘right’ to you, so you couldn’t just choose one of them and leave the other. They had always shared you as teenagers, there was no way that would change now. They were insufferable, and they weren’t even in a relationship with you, imagine what it would be like if you actually dated them. Time was running out, and their patience was running thin. They had waited so many years for you to make up your mind, they couldn’t wait more. The more they fantasized about you, the more they craved you. Kakashi needed you to hold him, Obito needed to hold you. They needed you in every way of the word. They needed you in mind, body, and soul. They need you, and they would do anything to have you.

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i2rizz · 24 days ago

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Stuck in a storm Pt.1

Summary: You get stuck in a storm with the Blue Lock boys.. how will they react?

Featuring: Isagi,Rin,Bachira,Kunigami,Chigiri

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Yoichi Isagi

•At first, he tries to act calm and logical. He scans the surroundings, pointing out where to find the best shelter. "Over there—it looks like there’s a covered bus stop. Let’s head there before it gets worse."

•He’s the type to immediately offer his jacket even if it means standing in the rain himself. When you insist you don’t need it, he shakes his head. "No, seriously, I’m fine. Just take it. You’ll get sick if you don’t."

•Checks his phone obsessively for weather updates or to see if the storm will pass soon, only to groan when the signal cuts out. "Figures. Of course, the one time I actually need my phone…"

•He’s not used to moments like this and fidgets awkwardly while trying to keep you comfortable.

•When thunder cracks loudly and you flinch, his protective instincts kick in. Without thinking, he grabs your hand, his voice soft and reassuring. "It’s okay, I’m here."

•Later, when he realizes what he’s done, his face heats up, and he stammers out an apology. "Uh, sorry. That wasn’t weird, was it? I just… wanted to make sure you were okay."

•Deep down, though, he’s secretly happy he got to hold your hand, even if it was for a brief moment.

Rin Itoshi

•The moment it starts pouring, Rin groans in frustration. He pulls his hood up but glares at the storm like it personally offended him. "Just my luck," he mutters, his tone icy.

•He doesn’t say much at first, just scanning the area for shelter. When he spots a small abandoned shed nearby, he gestures for you to follow him. "Over there. Let’s go."

•The atmosphere is awkward at first because Rin doesn’t exactly know how to be comforting. Instead, he silently shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders, avoiding eye contact. "Don’t argue. Just take it."

•Stands stiffly by the entrance, crossing his arms and muttering about how inconvenient the storm is. "I could be doing something productive right now."

•You try to lighten the mood by pointing out how pretty the lightning looks, and he gives you a sidelong glance. "It’s just light," he says flatly, but the faintest smirk tugs at his lips when he catches you staring at it in awe.

•When thunder rumbles and you instinctively grab his arm, he freezes but doesn’t pull away. His voice softens slightly. "You don’t have to act scared. It’s just noise."

Meguru Bachira

•When the rain starts, Bachira laughs like it’s the most exciting thing to ever happen. "This is awesome! Free shower, anyone?"

•He doesn’t even bother running at first, instead splashing through puddles like a kid. He turns back to you with a playful grin. "What? You’re gonna stand there and miss all the fun?"

•Eventually, he notices you shivering and drags you under a tree for some shelter, shaking out his hair like a wet dog and accidentally spraying water all over you. "Oops! My bad."

•To keep you distracted from the cold, he starts playing silly games like “Would You Rather” or “I Spy,” but his answers are always bizarre. "Would you rather fight a hundred duck-sized horses or one horse-sized duck?"

•When thunder strikes and you jump, he doesn’t miss a beat. "Woah! Scary stuff, huh? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you!" He says it dramatically but ends up clinging to you instead.

•By the end of it, he’s convinced this whole situation is a “romantic adventure” and teases you about it. "See? Told you we’d make the most of this. Now we’ve got a stormy love story to tell everyone."

Rensuke Kunigami

•The responsible one, Kunigami immediately takes charge when the storm starts. "We need to find shelter before this gets worse. Come on, let’s move quickly."

•He keeps a protective arm around your back, guiding you toward the nearest safe spot he can find, which turns out to be an old pavilion.

•Once there, he insists on giving you his jacket, brushing off your protests. "I’ll be fine. You’re the one I’m worried about."

•Always prepared, he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and offers it to you to dry your face. "It’s not much, but it’s better than nothing."

•To keep the mood light, he starts joking about how this feels like the beginning of a survival movie. "Think we’ll have to start rationing snacks soon?"

•When thunder rolls, and you cling to his arm, he chuckles softly but doesn’t say a word, just pulling you closer. His steady presence alone is enough to make you feel safe.

•After the rain lightens up, he looks at you with a gentle smile. "You okay now? Let’s get you somewhere warm."

Hyoma Chigiri

•When the rain starts, Chigiri lets out a dramatic sigh, already annoyed. "Great. Just what I needed today."

•He’s not a fan of running in the rain but picks up the pace slightly to make sure you’re not completely drenched.

•Finds a small overhang and guides you there, pulling you close so you can both share the limited space.

•Starts fussing over his hair, muttering about how it’s going to take forever to fix. "You don’t know how much effort it takes to keep it looking this good."

•Offers you his jacket with a teasing smirk. "But only because you’ll owe me after this. I don’t just hand out my stuff for free, you know."

•When thunder roars and you instinctively grab his arm, he raises an eyebrow but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he smirks and leans closer. "Scared? Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. You’re welcome."

•By the end of it, he’s back to teasing you, calling this the “most dramatic storm adventure ever.” But there’s a warmth in his eyes that shows he secretly enjoyed looking out for you.

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sanaexus · 1 month ago

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social's as oliver's girlfriend

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 year ago

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Eccentricities

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: DDDNE, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, NSFW, masturbation, spying, camera usage, Miguel being an overall gross creep, stalker behavior, possessiveness, obsessiveness, mentions of murder from the previous chapter, manipulation tactics

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Woot! Sorry it's taken so long, everyone! I reinjured my back somehow so hopefully I can relax and get comfy enough to be a bit more regular with uploads to this! This chapter is a bit of filler before we once again, get into the heavier stuff later on. (And yeah I totally looked up the recipe for that drink because UGH I want it so BAD)

Part 2

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Pt. 3

Several weeks had passed since the incident with the man in the alley, since Spider-Man had come to your rescue.

Several weeks since Miguel first felt the taste of euphoria from claiming you verbally. Even if you didn't know it, or knew he was Spider-Man.

Snapping that disgusting prick's neck was satisfying. It would only have felt better if he had sunk his fangs in his throat and just ripped it out, or curled his talons deep, his fist wrapping around his windpipe and yanking it free of his body.

No, no, he had no time for that, though. He had to hurry up and get home so he could comfort you, his scared Little Bird.

His precious Little Bird.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders and patting your back filled him with such a sense of accomplishment. Not even fighting and detaining anomalies felt that good. Protecting the multiverse paled in comparison to feeling your trembling little body beneath his hands, seeing your body visibly relax under his touch and in his presence.

Fuck, did he want you so badly. But, he couldn't. Not yet. He had to earn more of your trust.

Or at the very least, coerce it from you.

He felt pangs of guilt whenever he would think too deeply on it, but he realized when he checked your canon events, that... well. There was nothing saying you couldn't be his. That your universe would collapse.

You were safe, because you were in his native universe. You were safe because you were his.

Or, you would be. One way or another.

He wouldn't lose you the way he lost Gabriela. He wouldn't watch as you crumbled in his arms.

He wouldn't be alone again.

The way he rationalized it when his morals clouded his drive to possess you, was that you were precious. A cool drink of water after a run in the desert, a calm spot in the middle of a hurricane.

You were something pure that he needed to have. He needed to keep you safe.

Pulling up the statistics of your previous apartment district definitely solidified his reasoning that you simply couldn't be trusted to make decisions on your own. Why else would someone as naive as you move somewhere with a crime rate that reached nearly 76% in petty violent crime?

Which brought him back around to the garbage he tossed into a random alley in the city.

His fingerprints and DNA tied him to assaults and break-ins at your building and the neighboring district.

So once again... Miguel was merely doing what was best for you.

Thankfully you didn't have many friends, your busy work schedule from before saw to that. You were simply too raggedly worn to make friends. You even admitted that Lyla was probably the only friend you had (Miguel heard in the recordings of your conversations that you were still too new to Miguel as a person to count him as something so intimate just yet).

Another reason he was taking care of you.

You couldn't manage your work-life balance on your own, and you were struggling financially and mentally from the workload and lack of funds.

But because you were living rent free and with a paycheck to boot... Miguel knew that was the first turn of the proverbial key for your situation.

Soon, you would be locked inside your guilded cage where only he could touch and hold you.

You would thank him for it, eventually. He was sure of it. He would have you on your knees, smiling up at him happily, a pretty gold, necklace-like collar around your neck, the key would hang over his heart.

The thought alone made his cock throb.

No, no...

First things first.

He needed to earn you a bit more. He'd realized that with his work in Alchemax and the Spider Society, you and him hadn't had much interaction save for the end of the day, just after he'd come back from patrolling and you were headed off to bed for the night.

Well, lucky for him... Miguel had put in that he was taking a week away from work, and he even let Jess, Peter, and Lyla take control of things back at HQ, just so he can have time to spend with you.

He needed to make sure that you knew he wasn't afraid to be social with you, that he could be friendly and charming. Maybe once he hammered your walls down a bit... Things might be able to flow naturally. Maybe you would be interested in a relationship with him. It would make manipulating you that much easier.

'It's all for her own good. Nobody else can protect her like I can.' He kept telling himself.

'She'll realize that.'

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You had just let the dinner you made finish baking in the oven.

It was nice, you discovered, to have a conversation with your boss and Lyla while you worked.

Miguel--as politely as possible--convinced you to let him help you cook. He made some interesting dishes that smelled amazing, plus you two worked together to make a tres leches cake just for the two of you. He even showed you how to make homemade whipped icing! (That was messy but you two had fun doing it, of course)

He promised he'd teach you how to make chocoflan and a few other sweets, sometime. Maybe over the next week, since he had the coming days off; and your skills lie in appetizers and main dishes, not desserts.

And it was because of this topic that you learned Miguel had a hell of a sweet tooth. You made a note to add a few new items to your grocery list to make up for this oversight.

Because, hey, he's been working so hard, comes home ragged... who wouldn't enjoy coming home to a nice sweet, homemade treat after working all day and most of the night?

Thankfully your time as a bartender, you knew some things about making some good cocktails without skimping on the liquor.

Like, right now.

Miguel had a bar in his mansion (like most rich people in Nueva York, you assumed), and he allowed you free reign of it because he trusted you.

That knowledge made you feel a bit more pride than you normally would, because this rich and powerful man trusted you with bottles of liquor and champagne that cost more than a year's worth of rent at your old apartment.

At the moment, you were making him a cocktail you've always wanted to try, but menus priced them too high and you couldn't afford the proper stuff to make it right at home.

It was difficult, however, because he was so close, with his Adonis-like good looks and the body that surely made any woman's eyes wander. You had to snap your eyes away when he leaned on the counter, his biceps flexing beneath his partially unbuttoned dress shirt; the sleeves rolled up revealing his thick forearms and the veins lacing the gorgeous tanned skin that probably had phlebotomists fainting or swooning at the sight.

You tried so hard to stay on task as you carefully dipped the rim of the martini glasses in marshmallow fluff and rolled the rims in the crushed graham crackers. It took a few tries, because you were so distracted by the sheer inhuman beauty that was Miguel O'Hara, but his voice snapped you to attention.

"So... What is it you're making?" He hummed curiously, his brow quirking up from behind his glasses.

You cleared your throat and held up the two dusted glasses, "It's called a s'mores martini. It's a bit of a pain to make, but I'm told it tastes amazing."

"Ah." He smiled at you, resting his chin in his palm, his plush and pouty lips curled upwards as he watched. "But you've never made it before, hmm?"

You cringed. "Er... Well. I mean... I've seen other people make it plenty of times..."

Miguel laughed a little, the noise softly escaping his lips as you first poured in the Irish cream, heavy cream, the chocolate syrup, and finally the chocolate liqueur into the shaker.

"Of course. We learn from watching others experience, right?" He hummed softly, eyes tracking your hands.

You awkwardly avoided eye contact as you closed the shaker and held it above you, shaking the contents to make sure they were well mixed. You didn't notice because you were a little embarrassed, that Miguel was staring shamelessly at your cleavage as they jiggled with each over-the-shoulder shake of the metal shaker.

"Well... Yeah! Exactly!" You smiled, finally looking back at him. He'd corrected his line of sight swiftly so you wouldn't notice his hungry leering.

Once it was done, you strained the mixture into the glasses slowly, smiling proudly at the fact you didn't accidentally drop or--god forbid--throw the shaker into the glass bar behind you or across the goddamn room.

You then impaled two marshmallows on both of the smaller skewers you'd prepared, and held them up one at a time, lighting them with the small handheld torch.

You always liked yours a teeny bit more burned, so you let yours bubble and blacken a bit more to ensure optimum gooey-ness before placing it above your cocktail, leaving Miguel's lightly toasted before placing his.

They looked damn delicious, if you did say so yourself.

Miguel gave a tiny congratulatory clap as he watched you finish garnishing the drinks, his lips still curled in that smirk of his.

He took the stem of the glass and plucked the skewer from the rim, making a small show of his tongue curling around the sweet fluffy treats before pulling them off the stick and into his mouth.

He felt his gut twist with a fire as he watched you awkwardly avoid looking at him once more as you munched on yours a bit less eloquently than he did, getting some of the delicious sticky treat on your bottom lip. Miguel continued to watch with ravenous eyes as your tongue swiped the excess off and into your waiting mouth.

Miguel cleared his throat to get your attention again, and lifted his glass in a small toast, "Salud."

Your smile could melt his heart any day, and he felt it do a funny little flip as you returned it. "Salud!"

You wanted to squirm with glee when you saw his eyebrows shoot up when the flavor hit his mouth. You could tell by his expression that it wasn't bad; on the contrary, it was the look of someone who tried something new for the first time and absolutely loved it.

"Muy Bien." Miguel grinned. "You're right. This is good. I didn't know this cocktail existed 'til you showed me."

"See?" You chuckled, licking some of the fluff and crackers off the rim before taking another sip (something Miguel couldn't help but shamelessly watch). "I love looking up drink recipes. There's this one made from melon liqueur that involves soaking chunks of the melon in the alcohol, right..."

"That sounds good... Sprinkle a little chili-lime salt on it, it could almost be like a treat I used to eat as a kid with my brother." He grinned at you.

"We'd go to the park, buy a mango fresh from the bodega, some of the salt, and just sit on a bench and eat it after school."

"Oh! You can make it with mangos, too! We could try that." You chirp helpfully, ignoring how your heart skipped a beat

"I'd like that." Miguel chuckled, taking another sip. "Perhaps I can make you a white Russian, too?"

"Oh! That sounds good! I've never had one of those..."

You smiled, taking in the quiet, budding camaraderie between you and your boss. Lyla had long since moved her little holographic self to the kitchen, carefully monitoring the food so it didn't burn, so it was just you and Miguel in the comfortable silence as you enjoyed your drinks.

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God, of course you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. The moment you finished your chores and bade Miguel goodnight, you ran to your room, your heart fluttering like a wild hummingbird.

It was the booze. It had to be the booze.

Especially with these thoughts running through your head. He was your boss.

He was your boss.

You couldn't think about him like that, it would only complicate things. Being friends you could do, but... job romances always ended nasty. Like when you broke up with your coworker at the insurance office.

Bryce was still pissy about that and would harass you on occasion, sending hurtful and suggestive e-messages to your addresses.

But... working for a guy who may as well have been molded by the gods themselves; how the fuck were you to function properly without your mind wandering to less family-friendly thoughts?

The answer: not fucking easily.

Like right now, you were laid back on your cushy, soft bed, your fingers rolling soft circles onto your clit as you plunged your silicone dildo in and out of your wet and messy channel, your slick and juices leaving a shiny and creamy trail along the length as you twisted and pulled, desperately trying to get that orgasm you wanted. Thankfully you had a towel cushioned beneath you to contain your mess...

Hell, you tried watching porn on your phone, but even that could only get you so fired up. And thus, you were stuck with what your imagination could cook up.

And right now it was a heated image of Miguel leaning over you, whispering filthy things into your ear;

"Ah, so wet and needy, doll? Need my help to work you through it?" He would growl, his teeth just barely grazing the shell of your ear.

"That's it, just tip it up a bit more, thrust it harder--like that. Good girl."

You couldn't help the small moans and breathy gasps that trembled free from your lungs as you felt that wonderful pressure begin to curl your toes.

Your fingers slid down, gathering some of your slick as you imagined Miguel praising you, encouraging what you were doing as you used your wetness to lubricate your fingers so you could do smoother rolls on your little bundle of nerves.

"Good girl." He'd breathe softly, his voice a hair above a whisper as his breath fanned over your cheeks. You could imagine smelling his cologne and aftershave wafting off of him, his natural musk bleeding beneath it all...

"Get yourself nice and wet. Keep going. So close now, muñeca, so close."

You imagined him then, behind your closed eyes, hissing through clenched teeth as he would smack your hand off of your toy, taking the base in his palm before shoving it roughly up into you.

"Need my help, huh? Your little hands not good enough? Fine."

He'd lean back, staring down at you with heavy, lidded eyes as he roughly fucked you with that pale imitation of a real dick; the bulge in his pants straining against the seams in a way you'd swear they would burst.

Miguel would bring a hand back, slicking his messy hair, the sticky gel coming loose from the sweat and heat that was shared in such a small space between you; and he would rip the buttons of his shirt open as he watched you squeak and mewl as your orgasm got closer.

He'd grin down at you, his crooked teeth gleaming like shark teeth on display as he'd twist and thrust the toy up further and further, hitting every spot you needed with every deft curve of his hand.

"And once I'm done, magdalena, I will show you what a real cock can do to that cute little pussy of yours."

You tossed your head back when your imagination spat that line of dialogue out, and moaned wantonly as your orgasm gushed out of you, every muscle in your body tensing and relaxing all at the same time as the euphoria crashed into you like a violent surf.

You just couldn't contain yourself, crying breathily at the mental image:

"Miguel."

You laid there for what felt like forever, breathing, trying to regain from the intense orgasm that made your head and heart pound.

That's when the post-coital clarity began to set in, and you sat up abruptly, covering your mouth in sheer shock at the fact you just called out his name.

Your boss's name.

You looked around, knowing it was stupid, that he couldn't have possibly heard you from elsewhere in the house, but the flush that crept up your body was there all the same.

Equal parts shame and arousal, honestly...

Thankfully, Miguel didn't hear you.

But you were still none the wiser to the cameras above your bed, pointing straight down at you; feeding right to Miguel's office so he could watch you like his own private peep show.

And you were definitely none the wiser about the thick ropes of cum that covered Miguel's fingers, or how his lips curled into a sick smile as he licked his warm spend from his own hand, his face awash in the dim glow from the monitors in front of him.

Yes. You were going to be a fun little project.

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Inextricable P2 (Sasuke x Fem!Reader)

a/n: okay plz don't hurt me im so sorry...this one is brutal, and we'll definitely need a part three to wrap this all up and I will need your help with a decision so look for the poll i'll link!!

summary: Sasuke has left the village and training has yielded amazing results. Kakashi grows anxious about your future, Sasuke finds a way to communicate, and you've unlocked your Mangekyo sharingan...but how?

warnings: a shit ton of angst you guys, spoilers for Shippuden, major character death, decently long once more

pairings: sasuke x uchiha!fem!reader, slight naruto x uchiha!fem!reader

wc: 6230

part one // part three

“No.’ Comes from Kakashi sternly, his hand closing around your wrist quickly. “It’s even more dangerous for you now.” He says, hoping you would understand.

You try to, tilting your head to the side to contemplate the risks. “I’m strong enough to handle them.” You reply after a while, giving Kakashi a crazed look of your own. He knew you harbored the same hate and desire for revenge in your heart, so what had stopped you from joining Sasuke when he had asked?

Naruto cleared his throat. “Kakashi-Sensei! We have to go after him right now! You know I’ll keep Y/N-chan safe!” He protested alongside you to no avail.

“We need to alert the Hokage, she’ll decide how to proceed, you two. I’m sorry, but if you went after him you would be doing the same thing he is.” He said meekly, he was fighting himself. Your arrival had changed everything about him, made him a more careful and thoughtful person. He cared for you deeply, this was known. The danger you faced now put a lump in his throat. Sasuke was unpredictable, and as much as Kakashi had changed, he started out in a very similar place. Kakashi didn’t have anyone dear to him at that time, but he knows if he had known Rin then he would have done anything to keep her safe. Kakashi could only hope Sasuke considered you dear to him. He couldn’t rest his hope on that alone, knowing the risks involved.

Naruto grumbled at Kakashi’s ruling. Kakashi knew what he would have to do. He would have to tell Tsunade and Naruto your true persona when you all briefed her on Sasuke’s desertion. Knowing the truth, Naruto would be motivated to keep you and Sasuke apart for the time being and Tsunade would prevent you from being put in harm's way.

Boy was Kakashi disappointed by the results. He had miscalculated. Naruto was surprised, mouth hanging open at Kakashi’s every word, even if he didn’t quite know who Shisui Uchiha was. It hurt him to think that his friend, a boy he views like his family, would hurt you. He had known you for a short time, but he valued you. You were kind to him, you were very strong, and you always shared your snacks with him while you waited on Kakashi to start training.

But Tsunade heard the implied part of the story, and her thoughts were focused elsewhere. She, unlike Naruto, knew exactly who Shisui Uchiha was, and the way she studied you like a bug under a microscope made you nervous. “Younger sister of Shisui…a secret Uchiha. Kakashi, your daughter is already a top chunin, correct?” She asked, still staring at you.

Kakashi’s heart rate quickened. “Uh, you could say that, sure.”

“And she’s not using her doujutsu or any abilities associated with the sharignan?”

He shifted his weight uncomfortably. He knew what she was really asking. “I’ve helped her harness her abilities in private, but as that would expose her identity, no, she doesn’t use them for her missions and classes.”

Tsunade smirked, very interested in the power you truly held. If Sasuke was led astray, perhaps Naruto could persuade him back on track. Or maybe you could force him. “So she’s already hailed as a Hatake prodigy, thanks to you. Yet if what you tell me is true, she’s only using a percentage of her abilities.”

Kakashi doesn’t know how to respond. He’s not exactly sure what Itachi’s motivations behind all this were, but he does know it wasn’t his choice and that certain people would send assassins after the female Uchiha if she was discovered to be alive. He didn’t like the hungry glint to the Hokage’s eye, he had made the wrong decision. Tsunade would use you and Naruto as weapons.

“She’s supposed to be dead. It would be a great danger–”

“Danger? Is she not stronger than Sasuke?”

“I am.” You declare, knowing that in your heart Kakashi was worried about you, but your worries lay elsewhere.

“She is–Lady Hokage, I’m not concerned about Sasuke, if I’m truthful. There are leaders, people from other nations that fear the Uchiha name, people of our own village.” Kakashi points out, folding his arms over his chest gruffly. He looks at you sadly before he continues. “If word were to get around of a female Uchiha, a second survivor. That leaves the younger brother of Itachi Uchiha alive and the younger sister of Shisui. There is potential for Sasuke and Y/N to rebuild a pureblood powerful line of their clan, and they won’t allow this. She would be under attack.”

Tsunade sighs. She organizes her words in her brain before she says them. “That’s why she’ll need more training. Naruto will leave for training with Jiraiya soon.”

“Are you suggesting I send her to train alongside Naruto?”

“It’s something to consider, but I would also be interested in students. I’ll take both your girls.” She smirked, knowing medical nin is something Kakashi has introduced and taught the basics of, but there was no better teacher than the Tsunade Senju. Plus her chakra seal would increase your power by a large margin.

You look to Kakashi expectantly, hoping he accepts this proposition for you and Sakura.

He sighs, knowing he couldn’t get out of this. “I think that would be wonderful for the two of them. On one condition.”

Tsunade shakes her head, knowing what Kakashi was about to propose. “No can do, Kakashi. She needs to train and go on missions using her true talents. If assassins come, we will deal with them. You can keep her safe, you have this far.” The fifth Hokage stands and folds her arms, leaning against the front of her desk. “Besides, if she never fights with her all, we’ll never know what she can do.” She reaches her hand out and pats your head.

Later that day, Lady Tsunade sends Shikamaru to round up a team to go after Sasuke. He doesn’t ask you to go, probably because the way your fight against him went back during the chunin exams. It still upsets you when Naruto comes to say goodbye, promising Sakura and yourself that he would do whatever it took to bring Sasuke back, and not to worry.

The years pass seemingly slowly. Naruto left the village to train with Master Jiraiya, a lively and funny man. You knew Naruto would have fun, and hopefully develop rapidly.

This left you and Sakura to train with Tsunade. Admittedly, Sakura was better than you, naturally drawn to the art. Don’t misunderstand, you were very talented, but you would much rather spend your time learning more jutsu from Kakashi.

You can’t deny how helpful the chakra control has been, though. You earned your seal, able to use it for your jutsu and not consume any power. This impresses Kakashi every time he sees you do it, mentally proud that he has taught you to be more powerful than him. You were brilliant, he thought. You already exerted amazing chakra control before, but Tsunade’s training has made you a well rounded threat.

He loves you, he realized this when Sasuke left the village. You see, he had known for a while that he cared for you, he thought it was similar to the way he cared for the members of his team. He would do anything to get Sasuke back, to protect Sakura, or to make Naruto feel encouraged. Anything that wouldn’t require him to leave you too long, of course. For you, there was truly nothing he wouldn’t do, and he wonders how he could feel so powerfully for a child that isn’t his own.

“Check this out!” You call out, dissipating yourself. Kakashi can’t see you anywhere, a puff of smoke clouding the air. He pushes his headband up and scans the area, no sign of your chakra. He becomes worried instantly, the issues since your reveal as an Uchiha seemingly endless. Had another assassin come, jumping you at the perfect time?

His troublesome thoughts are interrupted by a swarm of leaves swirling around in the wind and pooling at his feet. He realizes a second later, as you start reanimating in front of him. You smile, a girl three years older, a girl proud of what she’s learned seeking his approval.

You make it easy to give it, the jutsu powerful and sneaky. Most times, you would be too quick and unsuspecting that it would be hard to catch that it was a leaf substitution jutsu at all. “Nice work Y/N. Keep practicing and you’ll get faster.” He nods, a smile of relief cloaked beneath his mask. “It’s a nice ode to Shisui’s flicker.”

You nod, still beaming. “It worked on Shikamaru!” You share animatedly. Shikamaru was always your test subject before you showed Kakashi a new move, his wits being top of the line. Your rule of thumb was if he figured it out, it wasn’t ready. “I have another, if you want to see!”

He leaned against a nearby tree, arms lazily folded across his chest. “Let's see.”

You smirk. Instantly, your sharingan sings to life, all three tomoes swimming to their rightful positions before your eyes even open again. “Plant style: lifeless limb!” You call, weaving the corresponding sign. The tree Kakashi leaned against started to move, the branches growing to wrap his body in their clutches. Kakashi jumps out of the way, looking at you to read your next move. You lock eyes for a moment and continue weaving signs, incorporating some fire and some wind style into your barrage, but only the minor stuff. You wouldn’t want to hurt him too badly after all, he hadn’t realized he was in a genjutsu just yet.

This was the one you were most proud of. This delayed sense genjutsu makes the opponent see your movements 20 seconds later, giving you plenty of time to get in the finishing blow. For the purpose of showing Kakashi, you just used your extra time to get up in his face and make a silly pose.

When he realizes what’s happened, you’re standing in front of him, making a goofy face with the assistance of some of your fingers to give you a pig nose. He chuckles, it’s genuine and warm. He’s overwhelmed with pride, that genjutsu enough to make your name feared, if it wasn’t already. He gives you a fond smile, resting his hand on your head. Yes you had grown in power, but not much in height. “That’s amazing! You sure have made me proud.”

You didn’t realize how hearing those words would make you feel. You begin to tear up. If it wasn’t for Kakashi, you didn’t know where you would be. Would you even be a fraction of this talented? Loved? Supported? You crush him in a hug. You two had an amazing bond, but were both horribly awkward. Neither of you ever knew the proper protocol for interaction or physical affection. He wasn’t your father, but he absolutely was your Dad. Life was short, you would know. Losing everyone you care about will put things in perspective in that regard. Kakashi has been the only constant in a life full of variables, and for that, you love him. “Thanks, Dad.”

His eyes widened, surprised by the force of your hug and then the words that followed. He only places his hand on the back of your head, the other returning your hug.He looked down at you, your hair pushed back by the same purple headband he gave you at six. He was moved by that, for it was no accident. You had let it slip before, but always turned red and apologized profusely after. This time, it was carefully chosen, and it almost meant more now that you were nearly grown. You recognized everything he had done and continues to do, and you wanted to thank him for all of it, not just today’s training. The other jounin often asked if he felt like he lost the ability to have his own real family, or if he felt like he didn’t get to live a full life. He always answered honestly. ‘No, she is my own family, I just didn’t have to deal with a crying baby.’ and ‘I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything.’

He takes the time to carefully craft his own reply. After all he realized the answer to his earlier question: it was him, his influence is how you tame your rage and why you stayed in the village. “Always, my girl.”

You hum, relinquishing him from your hug. “I’m going to meditate, then I’ll be home.” You say, neither of you keen to sit in emotion.

He nods, taking a deep breath. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it then. I’ve got to meet with Tsuande later, so I may not be back for dinner. Don’t wait up.”

It’s your turn to nod, letting him walk away entirely before you turn to address the other wave of chakra you detected while your sharingan was still active.

“You made it.” You say with a deadpan tone. “You’re lucky he didn’t see you.” You add, wondering when the bird got there.

The black bird’s head twitches, talons gripping the lowest branch of the tree closest to you. “I’m not worried about him.” The deep voice said calmly, it had lost its lilt of arrogance.

You sigh and move to sit down, leaning your back against the base of the tree. “I am, and you claim to worry about me. So by association…”

“I worry about you because you could be stronger, he’s holding you back.” The voice says from the mouth of the crow.

You chuckle. “Any stronger and you wouldn’t stand a chance at beating me.” You declare, shaking your head from his earlier comments. “Kakashi means a lot to me, so be nice. He was your sensei.” You add, trying to imbue some respect.

He scoffs. “That’s why I would win. I didn’t have anyone to cuddle me through my nightmares.” He spits, and you know he doesn’t mean it the way it sounds.

“I know, I wish you had.” You say sadly, staring into Sasuke’s sharingan. His crow cocks it head toward you. “I mean something to you, that’s why you send this crow, is it not?”

Silence reigns for some time. “You’re my only competition. I like to keep close tabs on you.” The bird hops down from the branch, landing conveniently on your thigh. Now you have to look slightly down at the creature of chakra.

This causes you to smile, you try to hide it behind your hand, but from the way the crow’s eyes narrow you can tell he’s already seen it. Sasuke quickly cleared up any concern about being a threat to you, sending this crow for the first time just two weeks after he left. “Yeah, you like to spend your days chatting with the enemy?”

He groans. “It’s not exactly that.”

“I know. It’s you worrying about me.” You correct, lovingly stroking the bird above the beak. “Or is it a coincidence that you started visiting me again when the first assassin came?”

Again, the crow just tilts its head side to side for a few seconds. “Idiot Kakashi for telling that moron of a woman!”

You bite your lip, knowing when to pick your battles. “I’m glad I get to be myself now, in any event.” You say cheerfully, adjusting your headband carefully, before reaching down for your shinobi headband tied around your thigh. “It means I get to go on missions and fight with my full power. It feels good.”

“Imagine how free you would feel with me.” He hummed, the crow spreading its wings but unmoving. “Your training is finished, Y/N. Face it. I’m almost finished myself. My offer stands, my dear, I can still come get you when it’s time for revenge.”

You bite your lip. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. You missed him horribly, despite how things went the last time you spoke in person. You had been communicating like this for three years, and it only brought you closer and reminded you both of a simpler time. You still want revenge on Itachi. Of course you do. He killed your brother and entire clan, forcing you into a life consumed with fear and guilt. As grateful as you are for Kakashi, you would have much preferred your brother and true parents.

Kakashi. That’s the reason you hadn’t left already, along with your other friends. You see the way Sasuke’s departure has tortured them, and you don’t know if you’re capable of doing the same. Maybe he was right, the day he left. In most ways, you’re so powerful. In this way, you are weak.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about leaving Kakashi?”

“He’s the only family I know!” You defend, irritated by the complexity of the emotions squeezing down on your heart. “Of course I don’t wanna hurt him by leaving! I miss you, it feels horrible to miss someone this bad. But Sasuke..your path, I’m worried about what you may become. It’s only natural to feel the way you do–”

“Shut up.”

You furrow your brows, prepared to keep going.

“You either miss me, or you don’t.” Sasuke states plainly.

“Sasuke…”You pause, gathering your thoughts. You feel the way his eye scans over you, like he was worried you would lie. “You are all I have left. I’ll join you…for a time, and if you promise me something.”

His bird leaned in, anxious to hear your conditions.

“It’s just you and me. We don’t work with anyone evil. We can work to be pardoned that way.” You reasoned. Part of you knew he wouldn’t agree to it, part of you hoped he would. Despite the disappointment that Kakashi would still face, you ached to see him again. You knew Kakashi would eventually understand, he would forgive you.

More silence followed. “I’ll think about it.” He finally said, parroting your earlier words through his crow. You hum in response, absentmindedly reaching for your hair to play with. “If Tsunade revealed your true identity, why are you still coloring your hair?” He asks, hoping to change the subject to something more palatable. However frustrated you made him, he does care for you. He struggled to admit this for a time. He would see the color green in the oak trees around him and the quaint ponds he passed on his journey, and he would think of your tricycle and the way your childhood giggle sounded. He remembered the emotional whirlpool from the night of the massacre: the relief of seeing you alive, the fear that you would still be killed, the sadness as Itachi confirmed that he was to blame for everything wrong with your life, the agony as his brother suggested he earn a Mangekyo from killing you, the grief as he watched Itachi cart you away. He remembers the relief he felt, seeing your face again during chunin exams. He remembers letting Naruto and Sakura close to him in hopes they would earn him Mangekyo someday. He loves you, in his own warped way. He doesn’t know exactly what that entails, just that he could never harm you or allow anyone else to.

“I like the way it looks, the colors make me feel part of both clans.” You reply with the truth as always. You were ever honest, and he valued that part of you too. “Plus, it still throws off the occasional assassin.” You chuckle softly.

He groans again. He also likes the way it looks, you are impossibly beautiful. Sasuke was no slouch with women, as you remember from adolescence. Yet no girl compared, they didn’t glow like you did. No one could possibly understand him the way you did either, he didn’t have to watch his words around you. He didn’t have to wonder who you were loyal to, despite his annoyance with your fondness for your adoptive father. He can’t exactly compliment your appearance, so he decides on, “That was so stupid. She put a target on your back.”

“She wanted me to fight with my full ability.” You argue, trying to put it in perspective.

“By declaring to the world that the Last Uchiha Princess is in the Leaf? Moronic.” He huffs, very dissatisfied with the attempts on your life. “You would be safer with me too.”

You arch your brow, a small blush creeping its way up your neck. “Last Uchiha Princess huh? I kinda like the sound of that.”

Your neck catches a sudden chill and you power up your eyes, scanning for the reason. Sasuke’s crow flies back to his original position on a tree branch, wondering what came next. It always made him nervous to visit you like this for this reason. If this was an assassin, he wouldn’t have time to get to you. The leaves rustle,, it gets closer before a tall figure emerges from the treeline.

“Y/N-chan! Sakura told me you were here!” His raspy voice calls as you get to your feet. Your mouth drops open, Naruto’s appearance a total surprise.

“Naruto-kun? I didn’t know you were coming back today!” You giggle, closing the short distance to give him a hug. He holds his arms open for you with a blush on his features. Sasuke wants to throw up.

“Yeah I kinda wanted to surprise everyone! Your hair looks great by the way, you look pretty great.” He says smoothly, pinching a few strands of your hair in his fingers.

“Oh–well, thank you…” You tuck your cheek to your shoulder, embarrassed that Sasuke was listening to all this. “You’ve gotten so tall! I trust Jiraiya-sama taught you a lot?”

The blond nods eagerly. “Oh yeah, koibito! I’m back to keep you safe and get Sasuke back!” He says, features coming together determinedly, an arm slung around your shoulders. The crow caws in protest, making you chuckle.

Koibito? Why would Naruto call her that after so many years apart? Surely he didn’t feel like she was that close to him, Sasuke wonders angrily to himself. Maybe Naruto had noticed how beautiful you were the whole time and wasn’t afraid to make it known.

“Who says I need anyone to protect me?” You ask, arching a brow at him, but it applied to Sasuke as well. “I’ve been training this whole time too, I’m a powerful kunoichi!”

Naruto smirks, looking at you with a renewed sense of determination.”Wanna bet? I’ll take you right now!”

You tilt your head to the side, sorry Sasuke. You can’t turn this one down, you wanted to see how much he had grown and if you were strong enough to keep up.

Sasuke watched as his two closest comrades sparred, every action being countered accurately. Sasuke was impressed with your speed and tenacity, the way you used your talents was much different than him. You were aggressive, but it was fun. Naruto was on the defensive for quite some time, not able to fool your sharingan with shadow clones. Sasuke didn’t care for it much when the fight went to the ground, his rival hovering over your body. He would peck his eyes out if he could.

But it was just the opening you needed, activating your delayed sense and leaf substitution consecutively. Naruto fell abruptly when your body turned to leaves beneath him. He springs back to his feet, searching for where you would reappear. But you rematerialize right behind him as if you had been there the entire time. You turn and smirk at Sasuke, pointing a kunai to Naruto’s back.

When Naruto feels the kunai, he gasps. He hold his hands up, “You got me! But what the hell was that?”

You giggle. If you giggle at Naruto one more time, he may just go ahead and attack the leaf before he kills Itachi. “You just haven’t faced my sharingan abilities! It was genjutsu.”

“And you punch harder than Sakura! You’re amazing, Y/N-chan.”

“Thank you Naruto, your fighting has certainly come along. I’m sure Kakashi will be excited to see your progress.” You smile softly.

As if you had reminded him, he jumps slightly. “Oh yeah, I gotta go see Granny Tsunade! Maybe Kakashi-Sensei will be there! See you later Y/N-chan!”

You wave goodbye to the boy, turning back to Sasuke’s dissatisfied crow. “Oh don’t look at me like that, mister. I’m the Last Uchiha Princess after all!”

You’re not sure if crows can roll their eyes, but maybe Sasuke’s chakra beast can. It certainly looks like it anyway. “You two basically made out in front of me.”

“It’s nowhere near like that, don’t be jealous.” You pout, fixing the purple headband once more. It strikes Sasuke then that you wear it as a reminder of him. It almost made him forget your taunts.

“I don’t even know what it feels like to be jealous, and I certainly wouldn’t get jealous over you.” He asserts, his voice corrupted with annoyance. You can tell he’s lying.

“Oh good, so I guess now's a good time to tell you I can’t make tomorrow’s session.”

“What? Why?”

“My date with Shikamaru.” You tease, throwing out the first name you can think of.

“You would choose that bag of slime over me?” He growls, disgusted by the idea of you in the hands of anyone else. No one could ever understand you like he does.

“You’ve never asked me on a date.” You giggle, knowing just how to press his buttons.

“I’ll take you on a date when I see you again.” He huffs, shutting down your giggling fit. He was satisfied with the blush on your cheeks and the way your lips parted with surprise. He knew just how to shut you up.

A few months later, you walk into the forests to ‘train’ as per usual. You expect his crow to be there waiting for you, but it isn’t. You search for it with your sharingan, refusing to believe Sasuke would stand you up. You hoped he was alright, nerves getting the better of you as you slid your back down the trunk of your meeting tree. The ground stops your momentum when you sit. You resign yourself to wait, just hoping he would show up to ease your fear if nothing else.

Within the next hour, his crow materializes on your knee. “You’re late.” You smile softly, reaching out your finger to pet the bird. You wonder if Sasuke can feel the touches, and what it feels like for him.

The air is different, you realize. He’s not clinging to his only happy emotion right now, he’s consumed with grief and darkness. “What happened?”

“Itachi is dead.” He announces, but it clearly brought him no relief. You can tell there’s more to this story, so you arch your brow and wait for him to continue. “It was all a lie. All of it. He showed me the truth.” He said with a tragic fondness in his voice.

“Wait, a lie? He killed them all, I saw the blood on him.”

“That part is true. The 3rd Hokage and some other pigs I’m going to kill arranged it. Our clan was about to revolt against the Hokage, they had been treating us like an infection. My dad was leading it…they made Itachi kill them all. He told them he would spare me, but he couldn’t expect them to spare you as well.”

“I don’t get it, we were kids, why wouldn’t they allow it?”

Sasuke’s answer reminds you of what Kakashi delicately explained to Tsunade that day your identity was revealed.

“Because the two of us can revive our clan and keep our kekkei genkai strong by not diluting it with other clan blood. Given Itachi and Shisui’s relationship, it’s natural that they expected us to be close and maybe marry later in life and rebuild.”

You open your mouth to express your feelings, but close it quickly when you realize you don’t know exactly how you feel. You suppose the logic makes sense, and if the entire village was at stake you understand why Itachi made the decision he did, to prevent the 4th Great Ninja War. Yet still, is that what Itachi designed? “Well that’s a silly thing to be worried about.”

“Is it? You feel the affinity we have for one another. I think they are right. Itachi placed you with Kakashi for safekeeping, he felt he owed that to Shisui. He never killed him, Shisui also tried to stop this but it didn’t work, Danzo Shimura attacked him and stole his right eye..he gave the other to Itachi and then..”Sasuke pauses, taking a shaky breath through his already shaky tone. He wanted to pick his words carefully, to best comfort you when he could not physically be there. “He threw himself into the river, activating Itachi’s Mangekyo. Itachi loved Shisui, and it hurt him to take the blame for his death. He felt horrible, letting you believe that.”

He watched you take it all in, your eyebrows furrowed together as you analyzed everything that you heard. Finally, you make a choking sob sound, making Sasuke frown. “B-but he wanted you to kill me! For your Mangekyo!”

Sasuke flashes his new eye for you. “Hearing all this, seeing it from his brain…it was enough to awaken.” He explains quickly, watching as tears fall from your eyes. “He needed us to hate him, it made it easier that way..he needed me to grow up alone so that I could pursue this journey of truth. But now, now that I’ve learned the truth I’ll make sure anyone involved in this is dead, and then I’m coming for the leaf!”

You blink several times, soaking in the reality he just presented. Your tears are quiet but ever flowing, and Sasuke wishes more than anything to be there, to hold you when he told you this, to take you with him on his journey. But he couldn’t, you would probably seek Naruto or your teammate Kiba’s comfort, and the picture of that made his stomach feel like he swallowed fire.

“Attack the leaf? Sasuke! If what you said is true, then Itachi did all of this for the leaf!” You say once the latter half of his declaration soaks in. “I’m in the leaf, what, you’re gonna let your emotions take over you again and kill me anyway?”

He grimaces, he shouldn’t have mentioned that part of his plan to you yet. “I could never hurt you, Y/N-chan. You are my koibito.” He asserts, yearning to reach out a hand and wipe away your tears. He always hated to see you cry, and his childhood self would wipe your tears every time.

“Killing my friends would still hurt.” You state, blinking away any trace of emotion.

“I’ll think about it. Y/N-chan, please don’t treat me like this.” He asks quietly, noticing your guarded apprehension that was caused by his promise to destroy your home.

“If this is who you are, then I’m going to treat you like it. Kill those involved and no one else, this village as it stands now didn’t do anything to us.”

“Alright.” He relents, and you know you’ve made some distance with him. He called you koibito earlier, a sign of his true affection for you, a thought that makes you smile.

“Koibito, eh? Sakura-chan will be heartbroken.” You hum innocently, dying to see him again. He can see you, but you had no idea how he had grown since he left.

He chuckles softly. He honestly could not care what Sakura thought, but you’ve always been more thoughtful. “She’ll move on.”

Tsunade tried. She tried to make sure Naruto was ready, she tried to send out her most powerful teams to stop the damage. That’s what you tell yourself as you jump tree-top to tree-top on your way back to Konoha. You had a sinking feeling in your gut when you left for the Sand a week prior, but you didn’t know it would lead to this. You could see the destruction for miles, and all you could hope for is Naruto to make it back soon. You were definitely powerful, but no match for this Akatsuki member alone.

When you make it to the scene, all you can see is injured shinobi and confused, fearful faces. Ahead, you see a massive light, Kakashi’s chidori blade, you thought to yourself as you bounded that way, tuning out the protests of your classmates and higher ranked shinobi.

When you get to him, there’s two bodies. One you can identify as Pain himself, the other looking just as mutilated and powerful. Kakashi fights, by himself, against these two powerful villains. You couldn’t have that. You were smart enough not to call him dad here in the battle scene, knowing it would only make both of you easier targets. You jump into the fight, capitalizing on the element of surprise. You weave signs to grow your plants, but they’re easily crushed by Pain’s pushing jutsu.

“All their eyes are connected, Y/N!” Kakashi calls out, and you return a nod.

A look of recognition flashes across Pain’s face. “Y/N Uchiha…what an honor.” As Pain throws an attack your way, Choji and his father appear to help.

The fight continued, your jutsu being rendered useless, if you could just get one under a genjutsu…but no, they were expecting that, younger sister of Shisui, prodigy of Kakashi.

You find yourself throwing fireballs and wishing Naruto would just show up already. Pain’s Almighty Push traps you and Kakashi under a pile of destroyed building rubble. Kakashi breathlessly begs Choji to get back to Tsunade and report Pain’s abilities, staring at the man with his Sharingan. Pain holds a nail between his fingers, the metal tool gleaming in the sun.

Kakashi tries, kamuing the first nail away. “Y/N..you have to get out of here..I don’t care what you see. Get out of this village. I love you very much, you have given me something I didn’t know I needed, child.” He says, your eyes immediately pooling up with tears. This sounded an awful lot like a goodbye, and there was no part of you that could leave him to die.

“Kakash–” You blink rapidly, the tears dropping in fat pools in the dirt. You could only move one arm, the rest of your body swallowed by dirt and debris, but you reached for him. If this was the last time, you could risk it now. “I love you too, Dad, that’s why you gotta keep going! I know you’re tired, but please!”

“Kakashi of the Sharingan,..Y/N Uchiha. Green Goddess of the Leaf, both of you shall know Pain.”

The nail was flung from his fingers like Kakashi was a magnet. The sound it made when it killed him was the same sound your heart made as it shattered. Kakashi’s head flopped forward, and with the change in chakra evident immediately–you knew he was gone. You scream out, kicking and screaming against the rock caging you in. The sound you make is horrible, even the other group of shinobi hears you wailing. You feel a new wave of chakra, using it to turn on your eyes, you know what you’ve done. Your Mangekyo Sharingan.

Shisui’s Kotoamatsukami was so powerful, you hoped your own ability was somewhat close. In fact, you gamble your life on it. You should be able to enter Pain’s thoughts, and from there, control them so subtly he never knew he was being controlled. You point a finger at him, feeling your control seeping into his mind. You smile, knowing you would avenge Kakashi.

“You will know complete devastation.” You challenge, resigning control of your own body in favor of controlling his. You realize you can’t influence his thoughts, but you can control his movements. You use this ability to dig yourself out, looking through this murderer's eyes, you see your eyes staring back. The rage that you see almost makes you fear yourself. You slide back into your own consciousness as more shinobi show up on the scene, Pain choosing to engage them first.

Naruto will be here soon, you think to yourself, staring at the forest ahead of you. Kakashi was once the only reason you stayed in the village, and he was the very thing begging you to leave. You have officially lost everything. People have schemed against you your entire life, giving you nothing but heartache and an immense appetite to square away your depression. Your feet move themselves into the treeline, numbly trusting that Naruto would save the day.

Or not, you can’t find yourself caring anymore. The Leaf was home because that’s where your people were, but now that they were all dead, friends and teachers alike, you didn’t care what happened to that place.

Your only thoughts were Kakashi, and what he meant to you, his last words. He wants me to go find him, you say to yourself. And then your mind shifted to your newfound ability, this baby kotoamatsukami that could be harnessed, and the only person who could help you do that.

“I’ll be there soon, Sasuke.”

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tags: @cococola-cocaine @hinari27

#naruto x reader #sasuke uchiha #sasuke x reader #dad kakashi #naruto shippuden

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aboutchigiri · 1 year ago

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the better brother

disclaimers: literally just a brothers best friend au and i had to keep their dynamic because i refuse to live in denial. kinda ooc but not really..

not proofread. brain too dead for that. will proofread later.

rin itoshi knew who you were. you were the only person that his brother brought home, sae's bestfriend.

rin had encountered you in the hallways or in the common areas of his childhood home and was polite, making sure to acknowledge your presence.

from your few interactions, rin found it odd that you actually enjoyed being around sae. sae was miserable and bitched at you, 99% of the time. rin never understood the dynamic.

one day as he walked past sae's bedroom, he caught wind of the conversation.

"i'm just saying, rin's the cuter brother." your voice sounded through the crack of the door, leaving rin stunned.

"don't make me hate you. those are fighting words." sae mumbled, his face scrunching in disgust.

"i'm just saying the truth. you guys are way more alike than you think. you created an extra emo, dramatic version of yourself. no wonder you can't stand him." you sigh, small grin coating your features.

"y/n, please. i can tolerate you and your attitude but this is just insulting." sae straight faces as he throws a pillow at your head. rin takes that as his chance to stalk off towards the kitchen.

'cute?' rin repeats in his mind, your words resonating with him for multiple reasons.

1. you thought he was cute?

2. him and sae being alike? yuck, rin would rather eat dirt.

3. he is not dramatic, nor extra.

so, it was safe to say that you were on rin's mind a lot heavier than you ever had been. however, rin had never interacted with you for longer than 2 minutes, so he had no idea of what you were like.

****

a week later, rin pulled open the door to see your face. you happened to be coming over to help sae train but rin was too busy studying your face to step aside and allow you in.

"earth to rin, i'm trying to come inside." you straightfaced, eyebrow raised as you stared at the blue-eyed boy.

"oh..my bad." he mumbled, stumbling awkwardly to the side and allowing you to proceed further into the house.

"'ts fine. sae out back?" you questioned as you slipped your shoes off.

"yea, he's waiting for you. i think.." he replied. "cool, thanks rinny." you chirped before bounding out to the backyard where your energy was flipped by sae who wanted to train earlier today.

"rinny?" rin mumbled to himself as he wandered to his room.

rin had finally gotten a good look at you. you were beautiful, he's never really been interested in anything other than soccer but suddenly, he had an infatuation with the one thing, he may never be able to have.

there was a pro to this situation. if rin successfully managed to 'woo' you and become your friend, or boyfriend, he would have successfully one-upped his brother and managed to get himself a (girl)friend in the process.

but to do so, rin needed a strategy. so, rin devised a plan to make you his.

***

step 1: get you alone.

rin decided that the most difficult step, would be to find time to pry you away from the leech, that was his brother. therefore, he decided to deploy his first plan.

"sae." rin knocked on the door, awaiting his brother's irritable face. as if on routine, sae swings the door open harshly, his hands crossed over his chest. you were sitting at his desk, spun around to watch the interaction.

"there's a package at the door for you." he answered before sae could reply with an irritable "what".

sae scoffs before turning back to let you know that 'he'd be right back', you shrugged it off and leaned further into the desk chair. rin moved to the side as sae strolled downstairs to sign for his 'package'.

rin watched carefully as sae descended down the stairs before his eyes focused on you.

****

step 2: talk to you.

"um...how are you, y/n?" rin asked, awkwardly as he plodded in the entryway.

"i'm fine. you?" you replied.

"i'm alright, i was just wondering...why do you hang around sae?" he asked, the question hung in the air for a moment while you thought.

"hmm...sae happens to be one of the few people with a personality like mine. so, i hang around." you answer honestly.

ever since you and sae were in highschool, you've heard your fair complaints about your nonchalant attitude and intense behavior when it came to your passions. but, there came a day when you met sae itoshi and you immediately argued with him. a day later, you approached sae with a lukewarm apology and the odd friendship grew from there.

"do you like him?" rin asked, his hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.

"absolutely not. he's a drama king. if i was with him, i'd loose my mind but, why do you have so many questions?" you asked, your curiosity peaked as you slowly crept towards the entryway.

"just...curious. i'll leave now, sae 'll be back soon." rin rambled before stalking off to his room.

you were left confused by rin's sudden curiosity but this sudden interest piqued your infatuation with the dark-hair boy.

****

step 3: get closer with you.

"y/n, let's go to the convenience store." sae started as he laid off the edge of his bed.

"i'm not feeling great, actually. i'll rest for a bit, get me something healing, yea?" you asked, leaning into the corner of the bed, curled into yourself.

"hmm, you better not be getting sick. i'll run and grab some medicine for you. i'll start some tea and ask rin to bring it up for you." he muttered, sliding his body to his feet before slipping out the door.

sae hobbles downstairs before preparing a cup of tea and gathering his belongings before looking towards rin, who was sprawled against the couch.

"i'm going to grab some medicine, can you bring y/n this tea once it gets hot?" sae asks as he throws his coat over his shoulders.

rin hummed as he watched his brother walk out the door. the tea finished warming up and he immediately set out to deliver your tea.

"you alright?" rin questioned as he placed the tea onto the side table.

"mm, just feeling a little gross." you mumbled before slowly reaching towards the tea cup.

"hmm, sae 'll be back soon but i can stay with you until he gets back?" rin offered as he stood at the side of the bed.

"i dont mind." you mumble before sipping the tea, quietly.

rin silently sat in the room, watching you as you gently fell asleep. he reached out to feel the crook of your neck and you were warmer than an average, healthy person.

"you feel like you have a fever... you probably feel way worse than you seem." rin mumbled as he ran downstairs to grab a cold towel so he could help alleviate the heat of your body.

"rin, you're s' handsome." you mumble as he places the cold towel on your forehead.

rin's cheeks lit on fire at the unconscious compliment. it gave him a slight insight into how you felt towards him, despite the lack of interactions between you two.

"t-thank you. sleep... i'll be here until sae gets back." he answered hurrily, rushing his words.

"don' go." you mumbled. when you came to your senses, you were definitely gonna slap yourself for all this whining, you were exposing yourself and you didn't like it.

"i'll be here y/n. just rest, ok?" rin confirmed, smiling at you sweetly and brushing the hair off of the cold towel. making sure to keep a check on your health until his brother comes back and kicks him out from his room.

"all i said was bring her tea. not sit with her and play nurse. out!" sae quietly yells as he watches rin take his final glances at you before walking out.

****

step 4: confess? or attempt too?

"y/n, can we talk?" rin peeped his head into sae's room when he noticed him run to the bathroom.

"yea, what's up?" you asked, head hanging off the side of the bed.

"i was wondering..if you wanted to go-" rin started, hands nervously rubbing against each other before sae bursts into his room, staring at his brother and his best friend.

"why are you in here, rin and why do you keep bugging y/n." sae straight-faces, staring at his dark-haired brother.

"me and you both know he's not bothering me, sae." you reply, face deadpan as usual causing sae to roll his eyes slightly.

"your number....i was asking for y/n's number." rin blurted out, ignoring the side conversation that was seemingly about to begin between his brother and you.

"oh..." your head turns immediately, eyes widening slightly before holding your hand out, waiting for rin to hand it to you so you could enter ur number.

"but why do you need their number?" sae questions, eyebrows raised unnaturally high.

"none of your business." rin answers before taking his phone and walking towards the bedroom door.

"i'll text you..." rin mumbles as he catches your eyes in a quick glance before walking out of the room.

*****

final step: actually confess

you and rin had been texting and calling back and forth for weeks now, just taking time to get to know each other a bit more before the two of you had finally decided to meet up at a small cafe that was in the busier part of town.

rin was sweating bullets, now that he had taken time to learn about you and all the things you enjoyed doing. he fell even harder and let you into his life, even allowing you to call him while he does his daily mediation, sometimes.

you, were normally a very calm person. your crush on sae's brother had never been a problem until rin's sudden interest and now that you two were finally going out...alone. you were starting to feel a bit nervous.

sae was aware of the situation and contrary to what many would believe, he could care less. he thinks it'd be weird to see you happy to be around anyone, especially someone like his lukewarm brother but, at the end of the day. you're his bestfriend and despite how bitchy you get with him, he only wants to see you happy.

as you walked into the cafe, you caught rin at a table in the corner. conveniently looking disgusted to be there, as he normally did in public.

"hi rinrin!" you wave, even though you're right in front of him.

"hey...so i made you come all the way out here so we can talk but, are you hungry?" he asks, glancing away slightly. his ears we're currently glowing a shade of cherry red that could be perfect for a makeup pigment.

"not really but they have good smoothies. i think i'll order one....also, it must be an important talk for us to come all the way out here." you answered, flipping through the menu before choosing a smoothie flavor.

"i'll pay...don't worry about it." rin mumbles, sliding some cash on the table as you place your order.

"oh....thank you." your face warms slightly, you have to thank yourself for your lack of blushing.

"so...there's honestly no more beating around the bush. i'll be honest and say that i have a thing for you...a romantic thing. and don't feel forced to reciprocate...i understand if you're uninterested or don't want to ruin your friendship with sae." he word vomits, face a beautiful shade of pink as he stares into his water cup. your eyes widened, partially in disbelief and partially in awe.

"you've gotta be stupid if you think i wouldn't reciprocate. i've liked you for a while and sae knows, he doesn't care much. just finds it weird, i don't think anything could come between our friendship. i'm the only person who'll shag balls for him during his trainings." you reply, trying to control your excitement considering rin itoshi, just confessed to you.

the same rin itoshi that you've liked for a weird amount of time. rin, your bestfriends brother who doesn't really like anything except his self care and soccer...rin, who you thought hated you.

"that was actually way easier than i thought... i've been stressing about this for a while. since you had the flu, actually." rin breathes out, small grin gracing his features. "kind of surprised sae doesn't care, i thought this would piss him off." rin chuckles gently, running his fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

"wow, confessing just to piss your brother off? you guys are a new breed of haters." you laugh, savoring the small grin, knowing that you'll hopefully have plenty of opportunities to see this rare scene, more often.

"i really like you y/n...and i'd like to be your boyfriend." rin asks gently, allowing the laughter to subside.

"of course, rinrin. i'd love to have you as my boyfriend." smiles gently, reaching over the table to rub his knuckles softly.

a/n: love-hate relationship for this fic. but i must feed the rin stans. i'm determined to convert you guys into sae stans. accept he is the better brother 🤞🏿🤞🏿.

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themidnightguardian · 3 months ago

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Day 1: Panic Attack & Race Against the Clock -- Kakashi (ft. Team 7)

gen | AU of the hospital rooftop fight | Warnings: panic attacks, hints of PTSD, referenced childhood trauma, referenced child deaths, canon-typical violence, Kakashi's guilt complex, brief suicide idealization (specifically with Kakashi feeling he can only be redeemed in dying)

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Kakashi knew something was wrong by the increasingly familiar trickle of dread down his spine that he had come to associate with his students’ lives being in danger. It wasn’t anything tangible, nothing he had proof of. It was just a gut feeling, but nothing good had ever come of ignoring his instincts.

(He might have managed to save Obito if he’d learned to listen sooner. Might have been able to stop Itachi from slaughtering his clan. Might have fought harder to keep Naruto from going to an orphanage, instead of into Kakashi’s care, like Minato-sensei would have wanted.)

Instinctively, he changed his course from the Memorial Stone back towards the hospital. He’d just been discharged half an hour ago, and he’d left Naruto and Sakura at Sasuke’s bedside where he was still recovering from Tsukuyomi. He’d thought they’d be safe there.

Had something gone wrong medically? It wasn’t like Tsunade to make mistakes, and besides, Sasuke seemed fine when Kakashi left, if grumpier than usual.

What if Orochimaru is making another play for the sharingan? he thought, picking up the pace. His own chakra reserves were still drained from his last fight with Itachi and the weeks he’d spent in a coma, but he pushed himself faster, using shunshin to cross rooftops in the span of seconds. What if the Akatsuki have sent someone else to collect the kyuubi?

Another twenty seconds—so slow, too slow, why couldn’t he move faster—and the hospital was finally in view. The hospital, which had a lumpy mass of orange on its roof.

Naruto’s shadow clones. Fuck.

Faster. His gut had been right; there was a problem. Some kind of fight was happening on the hospital rooftop, and Naruto was involved. And if Naruto was involved, then Sasuke would have followed him, too determined to not get left behind. And if Sasuke had gone, then Sakura would be there, and if they were facing down an S-rank nin—hell, even an A-rank or B-rank nin—then they were all going to get wiped out.

Kakashi refused to let that happen. He’d made a promise to himself when Sarutobi made him take on Team 7 that he wouldn’t fail them the same way he’d failed his own genin teammates. That he would do anything to keep them alive.

(It was a promise he couldn’t hope to keep, not in the world they lived in. But he knew if he lost any of the kids, it would destroy him in a way none of the other deaths of his precious people had managed. His father’s death had been crushing. Obito’s had ripped him in half. Rin’s had shattered him into a million pieces, and Minato’s had left him a shell of a person.

But if Naruto or Sasuke or Sakura died, Kakashi didn’t think he had any pieces of himself left to lose to grief.

If the kids died, Kakashi was certain he would follow them one way or another.)

He was one building away when the clones dispersed rapidly, and the crackling chirp of chidori filled the air. He launched himself forward. If Sasuke needed to pull out an attack of that caliber, then they were in danger, they needed him, they—

Kakashi landed on the edge of the hospital rooftop, momentarily frozen in place.

On one end of the roof, Sasuke ran forward, chidori a bright burst of lightning in his palm. On the other end, Naruto, racing towards him, arm outstretched with a swirling rasengan.

Aimed at each other.

And Rin Sakura—always forced to play peacemaker between the boys—was trying to step between. As if she could stop them. As if they might stop for her.

(Brown hair. Purple marks on her cheeks. A smile. Blood on his hand, warm and wet. Blood, spilling from her mouth. Dead. Dead, dead, dead.

Everyone was always dying, and it was always his fault.)

He was moving before the image in his head fully faded. He was faster than Sakura, faster than Naruto or Sasuke. Faster and stronger, and he would stop them, he had to, he had to—

It was easy. They were inexperienced, and they were too focused on each other to see him coming. He wrapped his hands around their wrists, wrenched them apart just as Sakura went stumbling past.

(Too close. Too close. Too close.)

The rooftop fell silent, but Kakashi could hear his own heartbeat thundering in his ears, smelled the lingering singe of lightning, and he suddenly he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t—his lungs wouldn’t work, too heavy, weighed down, like they were being crushed, crushed like Obito—

Black creeped in at the edge of his vision, and suddenly the heaviness in his lungs felt less like crushing and more like stabbing, like they’d been torn through, like Rin—

(God, like Rin, when Kakashi killed her.

He killed her.

He killed her. He killed her. He killed her.)

“Ka—”

He tried to breathe in, but it didn’t work, or maybe it did but it didn’t matter, and the dark creeped closer anyway, and maybe that was what he deserved. Yes. It was what he deserved, and when he died, maybe then Rin and Obito could forgive him. When he died, maybe that would be enough.

“Kakashi—”

It would never be enough, but it would be a start. And he was dying—he had to be dying, because he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t see past the darkness, and everything was heavy, and his body must finally be quitting on him. He’d known it would, one day.

“Kakashi-sensei, please!”

There was a sharp slap to his face, and the shock of it yanked him abruptly back to the rooftop. For a moment, all he could see was pink-orange—the sunset, he thought, until something blue-black edged in, and no…those were his students leaning over him. Sakura, face wet. Naruto, eyes wide and frantic. Sasuke, white-knuckled grip on Kakashi’s vest.

Kakashi inhaled, and the air in his lungs hurt, but it was there. He became aware of the pavement under him. Somehow, he’d ended up on the ground. He must have collapsed.

“Sensei?” Sakura asked, voice wobbling.

“Hm?” He couldn’t manage more than that, his throat still tight enough he worried a single word would be enough to choke him.

But instead of asking a question, she let out a sob and all but tackled him, Naruto following a second after. It was a good thing he was already on the ground, or else they’d have knocked him over.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Naruto said, and now he sounded like he was crying too, face half-buried in Kakashi’s shoulder.

Slowly, carefully, and with his arm still feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds, Kakashi lifted a hand and patted the top of Naruto’s head. Then Sakura’s. And then, because Sasuke had always been pricklier about that sort of thing, even if he needed the same reassurances the others did, Kakashi reached out and clasped his shoulder.

“Me, too,” Sasuke said, much more quietly and without the tears. But there was a heaviness to it. Shame, Kakashi thought. “I’m…sorry.”

Kakashi nodded as much as he was able, and then let his head thunk back down on the pavement.

(Later, when the crying finally stopped and Kakashi was back in the damned hospital again—because apparently he’d re-drained his chakra reserves and also passed out, and that required inpatient care—he’d tear them all a new one, Sakura included. The boys were in the most trouble for fighting each other like that, but to get between two deadly jutsus? It was suicidal.)

(And if, when Kakashi was done lecturing from his hospital bed—and Tsunade was done yelling, twice as loud and with significantly more swearing thrown in—the kids refused to budge from the hospital room, clustering around Kakashi’s bed and taking turns maintaining a point of contact like they thought he would disappear if they let him go for even a second…well.

This wasn’t the way Kakashi had wanted to make them all act like a proper team, but he wasn’t about to argue with the results.)

#whumptober2024 #no.1 #Panic Attack #race against the clock #naruto #fic #Hatake Kakashi #Team 7 #Uzumaki Naruto #Uchiha Sasuke #Haruno Sakura

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thvkei · 2 years ago

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hi kira! me again lol

I got this idea while trying to sleep last night but what if the haitani brothers had a sister (maybe their twin? like rindou or ran's twin since they're different ages) who's deaf? and if tenjiku meets her, how will they react?

- love Ria ✨

IMAGINE ME, BUT TWICE !

ft. rindou, ran, izana, kakucho, shion, hanma, kokonoi x fem!reader

genre. sprinkle of angst, fluff, headcanons

notes. HI RIAAA<3 this was so cute my heart hurts :,)) + this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you're a minor.

growing up with a disability with your two brothers took not only great hardships, but also a huge amount love.

in your case, you were born hard-of-hearing and was completely deaf by the time you were three.

being rindou's twin sister was something you'd always known. you'd never known a life outside him, and your older brother, ran.

you and the boys had a rough childhood. your parents were bums, resulting in the three of you deciding to make a life for yourself at the measly ages of 12 and 11.

ran was only 1 when you two were born, but he quickly began to grasp that you didn't respond to his voice like rindou did. it hurt him deeply, especially more so when your mother refused to attend any type of therapy or sign language lessons.

so, as soon as he was able to, he took it upon himself to learn how to attend to yours and rindou's needs. it was hard. extremely. but he couldn't let you be treated the way he was. neglected and alone, ran fought to keep the two of you safe under the so called 'guidance' of your two useless parents.

by the time he was 10 and you and rin were 9, you developed your own methods of conversation.

as most kids make fun of things they don't understand, such as disabilities, you were teased for your voice from a young age - which caused you to shy away from speaking and only rely on writing and sign for communication.

meeting new people was hard, but, under the protection of your two big brothers, no one dared question you or your lack of speech. any one who did or had previously was left with a broken nose - at least.

due to growing up with them, it was almost a given that you would adopt their attitude. how someone could convey so much sass through their expressions alone, the brothers weren't sure. but they loved it; they loved how you expressed yourself regardless of other people's opinions, even if sometimes it was at their expense.

you'd also, thanks to years of practice and close observation, taught yourself how to lip read. it's always funny when you would appear out of nowhere during, well, what they assumed was a private conversation, and easily answer any inquires or issues they were facing despite not asking you directly.

of course, you knew they were delinquents. and good ones, at that. even though their lifestyle was dangerous, you were drawn to it, naturally. seeing how much fun they had always enticed you, especially since you'd spent so many years of your life living under the armor they forged themselves.

the boys knew you were strong. they'd taught you everything they knew over the years. so when you asked them if you could join tenjiku and fight by their side and they refused, you responded by wrapping your legs around your older brothers head and slamming him against the ground.

yeah, they changed their minds pretty quickly.

tenjiku wasn't aware of the haitanis' little sister until they were face to face with her, staring in confusion at the little girl who closely resembled their cogent executive, rindou.

izana tilted his head at you, staring in confusion. this was the powerful up-coming new member of his gang? a girl?

"she may be deaf, but trust me-" ran smirked, standing at your side with his arms folded. "she gets what she wants."

it was ironic, really, how good you were at convincing people. it had been a skill you'd never lacked in. when you wanted something, you got it. and you prided yourself in that fact.

kakucho is immediately drawn to your ambitious and fearless demeanor, the way you handle yourself - the way you handle others. he admires it. you almost make a weakness look like a strength.

izana is familiar with the basics of sign language, he'd learned it back in the orphanage he stayed in out of boredom and curiosity.

kokonoi isn't familiar with the language nor does he care. sure, you may be useful, but your weakness is so great that he assumes that you will only drag tenjiku down. however he doesn't object.

shion finds it rather amusing, a deaf girl trying to interfere with hardcore gang shit, deciding not to conceal a short laugh. that mistake immediately earned him an almost lethal punch from rindou. sending him towards the ground with a crack.

kisaki thinks it's stupid to get someone like you involved in a gang war. you will only be a liability to them, he thinks. my, how wrong he is.

hanma is, like izana, curious. it's clear to everyone here that you have rin and ran wrapped around your little finger. which consequently meant that you basically had an army of men at the of every whisper, weep or cry. you're powerful. he likes that.

as the days passed by, you continued to prove yourself to them, rounding up new members, strong ones, and leaving them at your disposal. the tenjiku members, apart from ran and rindou, of course, who already knew how you operated, were left speechless.

they found themselves learning sign language on their own will, wanting to understand more about you and how your brain worked. even shion picked up a goddamn picture book.

kokonoi finds himself reluctantly interested, refusing to admit to any one else that your abilities really did outshine your drawback.

however, while you're good at fighting, you aren't the best.

this becomes apparent when a deranged and practically nuts member of a rival gang lunges for you and you barely dodge him, scarcely avoiding a knife in your side.

kokonoi grabs you quickly, shoving you behind him without even thinking. his own actions leave him completely shocked and confused.

tenjiku in turn leaves him permanently paralyzed, discovering that over time you had also swooned them. they weren't sure how, or why, but it just happened.

even though he would never admit it directly, kakucho enjoyed your company and respected you as a fellow member.

the first time hanma made an effort was when he learned a pun in JSL, which came as a huge surprise to you.

that was also the first time he heard your voice - when you tried to hide your laughter from him by covering your mouth with your hand.

he was immediately smitten.

over time, tenjiku progressively become more protective. it's like an instinct. one bad word of you, and their opposition is dead. that's just how it works.

ran and rindou continue to be your number one boys, the brothers you can rely on above all else.

izana trusts you with plans and keeping everyone in order and respects you as his underling. but on a personal level, he thinks even more of you.

even kisaki learns some of the basic cues, giving you at least a little respect even though you often make it known that you don't enjoy his company.

overall, being the haitani's underestimated little sis had its perks. having a disability didn't change how much they loved you in the slightest. it just made you stronger.

please do not repost or steal my work ─ i don't allow translations or resposts on any other platforms.

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tteokdoroki · 2 years ago

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Wow vampire bllk has me feeling some type of way.... can you elaborate more on it, with any character(s)?

૮ ͈>◡< ͈ა warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, suggestive, vampires, descriptions of blood, blood drinking, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, dub-con-ish, slight!yandere (just in case), vampire!isagi, gn!reader — not beta read !

⭑ notes — i hope it’s okay that i used isagi for this… he consumes my brain fully !!! pls feel free to ask me about the others !!

vampire!isagi is probably the ring leader of their anicent little hoard. though some of the other members like rin and shidou hardly ever listen to them — he has the most influence over the decisions they make as a pack as well. he takes anyone in, whether he turned them himself or he was giving them a better chance and a new way of life with the changing times as a vampire. isagi is basically the sire of most of the blue lock boys, most of the time they follow his lead.

since vampire!isagi is the one who found you, he’s definitely most possessive and protective of you for sure. after all, he’s was human once before — he understands why you screamed, why you cried and begged for him to go home the first time you came to the manor. you were scared. he knows that emotion better than anyone.

if vampire!isagi were to subject you to the hungry mouths of his peers now, there’s no way you’d make it through the first night — let alone the ones after. his vampires are bloodthirsty creatures, they could drain an entire town at their own will… if he let them. besides, you’re too pretty to be torn apart, even when your eyes are big and watery and pleading. you can’t die just yet. not when he’s so fond of the way you tearily say his name.

he has a lot of choices to make. weighing up all the possible options — he can’t let you go. otherwise they’ll starve and he can’t keep you here without making you want to be here. vampire!isagi has to make you understand just how important you are to them. to him.

maybe it’s a little manipulative of him to keep you locked up in one of the rooms on his floor — promising you protection whenever he visits you with food and company. isagi let’s you curl up against him even though he’s dead cold, rubs soothing circles into your back when you let him get close and charms his way into making you trust him. his eyes stay blue and deep and oddly safe while you ask him questions about what it’s like to be part of the undead. to be a vampire.

“is it true, that you can’t go out in the sunlight?” you ask him on one of his visits to your prison quarters, perched on isagi’s lap— craving human contact even though he’s far from it. “does it hurt?”

“far from it,” the dark-haired vampire coos, taking your wrist in his hand as he fights back the urge to sink his fangs into it and drink you dry. he’s had centuries to practise his patience, but something about the scent of you and your blood makes his fangs ache with need. vampire!isagi noses up your arm, let’s his supple lips brush against the warmth of your flesh before he looks at you with a devilish smile. “we’ve adapted to walk amongst man-kind. you wouldn’t even know i was a vampire, had i not told you. precious. i can go anywhere i please.”

“oh…i see,” you’re so cute when you’re solem, your face falls into a pout when you’re reminded of who you really are and what isagi really is and how you’re nothing but a hunk of meat to him. it’s as if you’re his pretty little songbird trapped in a cage and he wants nothing but to devour you.

vampire!isagi cocks his head to the side as if he doesn’t know what he’s cost you. sacrificing you like a lamp to keep his clan of vampires alive, throwing away whatever life you had before. “you can come outside with me, if you behave—“ he speaks and you perk up like a pet being rewarded. you want a taste of freedom. “you still have to meet the others. be nice to them like you are for me.”

“but…i don’t want to meet the others.”

“then i’m afraid you can’t come outside with me—“

“n-no! it’s okay, i’ll do whatever you want yoichi. i just…please take me with you next time…”

it is most definitely manipulative, what vampire!isagi has done to you in the weeks that he’s had you in his clutches. but it earns your trust, it makes you happy enough to comply with his wishes. to make you the perfect little blood bank and mould you into what’s right for him and the others.

your final test is when vampire!isagi pushes himself off the edge of insanity, to the point of ultimate hunger where he feels as if his insides might curl in on themselves and he really might just die. if it were possible. all in the name of making sure you’re willing enough to walk the line of death in order to keep himself and his fellow vampires sedated — stopping them from killing others who might not be so fortunate as you. you pick up on it instantly, how weak and pale (even more so) he looks when he visits your room at his usual time. and you’re so scared, because you know exactly what yoichi needs as he weakly takes you into his lap like he always does.

“blood,” you choke out. “you need blood.” you don’t even know why you’re crying for him. a monster who had ripped you away from your friends, school and family. he’d taken everything from you and now you were going to let him have more. “drink from me, yoichi. it’s okay…i-i know you need it. please, take it.” you feel him pulse with life (again, if that were even possible) as you tilt your head back and expose the expanse of your neck — the way your throat bobs and your pulse races because you’re afraid of who and what you might be subjected to if you lose isagi. “take from me.”

and that’s all vampire!isagi needs to hear before he’s latching onto the junction between your neck and shoulders, the sharp edge of his fangs puncturing your skin as he milks your veins, takes your life force. his calloused hands run up the expanse of your back, tying you down to him, to his clan for an eternity. you taste like heaven to him. feel like a sun against him — whimpering and whining from both pain and pleasure in his lap. he sucks on you happily, red swirling with the cerulean in his eyes while his instincts take over and he feeds on you like his life depends on it.

but then when he looks up, his blood smeared across his bruising lips — vampire!isagi sees tears and feels guilt. you’re crying because your human decency was all you had left, and now you’re nothing but the shell of a person you once more. you’re his. nothing but a doggy bag of blood to vampires that can no longer hunt or kill. you’ve given up fighting for freedom, for the life that you actually have and deep down isagi knows he’ll have to find some way to fix that.

to make this arrangement better.

but for now vampire!isagi can’t help but feel a little bit horrible, however. knowing what it’s like to leave a human life behind and never look back — to have loved and lost innocence. he decides then and there, that after his crimes he won’t take any more from you until he absolutely has to. he doesn’t want to hurt you anymore, but instead preserve what’s left of his precious human.

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itischeese · 2 years ago

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Team Minato really got dealt the worst possible hand by fate.

First, Kakashi has to watch the boy he loves “die” to save him, has the only remnant left of that boy be his literal eye, forever cementing him a part of Kakashi. He’s left unable to do anything but wish for Obito back fighting beside them, for their team to be whole again, but that’s never going to happen, now.

Then, Obito has to watch the girl he loves get KO’d by the boy she loves, and by the time he finds out she jumped, his hatred for Kakashi—the boy he gave his life to save, the boy who loves him, who promised to keep Rin safe—is already cemented. What is he to do but to lose faith in the world, after that? After having the first he sees of his teammates after months trapped in a cave with a madman be her last moments at Kakashi’s hand?

And Kakashi, Kakashi tries to be as much like Obito as he can, tries to save as much of the boy he loved within himself as he can, and then he loses one of the only other people he has—the person whose safety was the last request of the boy Kakashi loved—to his own hand. And he tries to remember her as best he can, models his disguise after her to keep her alive in the only way he can just as he did Obito, but it’s not enough.

And Obito is driven so far over the edge, believes so deeply that the only way to be happy in a broken world is in a dream that he attacks the village that used to mean so much to him, attacks—tries to kill—the people who were like parents to him, because he’s angry, and what does it matter what he does in this worthless world if it’ll be as if it never happened in his dream?

And Kakashi loses the last two people he has, loses them to the boy he loves. Finds out nearly two decades later that Obito never died, that Obito has become everything he would have loathed, once. And then Kakashi has to try and kill him, kill the man whose memory Kakashi built himself around, and when they’re finally on the same side again, when Kakashi can finally fight alongside the man he loves again like he had always wished, it is the last time, because Obito dies again, and this time he’s not coming back. This time, it’s over, and Team Minato is down to one member as Kakashi had thought it for so many years, but it is so much worse, now, and Kakashi can do nothing but move on, because he has people who need him, now.

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cafedanslanuit · 2 years ago

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☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ HOW THEY SEE ROMANCE BASED ON THEIR MOON, VENUS & MARS SIGNS

isagi, bachira, kunigami ☼ chigiri, reo, nagi ☼ rin, sae oliver

why those signs? well, you see, those three are the most relevant in our charts when it comes to romance. our moon sign shows how we deal with emotions, how we express them and our emotional needs. our venus sign tells us how we approach romantic relationships and what brings us pleasure. and lastly, our mars sign reveals our truest desires, our instincts, and sexuality.

tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, suggestive

note: i based my calculations on the birthdays shown on the egoist bible since they sometimes differ on different websites :) gOD im a sae whore but oliver's chart makes me wanna wreck him sgsksbs

masterlist

RIN — libra moon + scorpio venus + virgo mars

Rin, as a romantic partner, is someone you can always count on. If he loves you, he will take care of you while remaining loyal and committed to your relationship. He’s very practical, so he needs his relationship to be able to work like that as well. Doesn’t do well with long-distance relationships since he needs physical presence and reliability when he’s sharing his life with someone. For him, sex is a physical expression of love, and needs it to reassure himself. He relies on his sexuality to feel loved and connected to you, which means he can’t go on without you for much time. He’s not very communicative, even if he can be very concerned about your emotions. Doesn’t take relationships lightly, and neither does he let go without being sure he did as much as he could to make it work. He’s really attracted to people that express loyalty paired with a little fragility. If he’s really into you, he’s willing to concede in order for the relationship to work. He likes relationships where he feels safe and reinforced.

SAE — pisces moon + scorpio venus + virgo mars

While Sae may have fun here and there, it takes someone special for him to consider a serious relationship. Sex is also an important part of him because even if he values his solitude, he needs physical proof of commitment. He takes his time, rejoicing in the feelings rather than achieving pleasure and calling it a day. He sees sex as a complex layer of desire, love and control; and he has the ability to feel confident in any level of control he wants. He may consider long-distance relationships and give them a try, only to quickly figure out he needs you close. He can easily become jealous and it can translate into either moodiness or the need to be alone for a quick minute. He’s not the best at communicating his feelings and, sometimes, he may expect you to understand them as they come. He grows to really care about you as a partner, especially if you can provide reliability and steadiness to his life and is really good at picking up what you’re feeling. He tends to burn out emotionally with ease, so a relationship with constant fights will tire him out.

OLIVER — capricorn moon + leo venus + libra mars

Oliver loves to feel useful when he’s in a relationship, so he will always be looking out for ways to help you. When in love, he’s spontaneous and always open to new experiences. He’s very independent and tends to get straight to the point when it comes to saying what he needs. Very attracted to people with whom he can talk about everything and anything. He has the tendency to separate sex from feelings, even if he can be quite passionate and daring. He thrives on the idea of perfect love and might lose himself with many superficial lovers as he looks for this perfect and sometimes, unrealistic, ideal. This, however, only delays him from meeting the one. He’s very flirtatious and naturally attractive, and you just know you’re gonna have a fun time with him. For him, the perfect relationship is one where he can extend the thrill of courtship for the longest time possible while also basking in a sense of safety and security. He tends to keep his strong emotions under check and is very competent, but he will not wear his heart on his sleeve, rather waiting for the perfect person so he can finally let loose.

#blue lock x reader #bluelock x reader #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #oliver aiku #oliver aiku x reader

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ninapi · 1 year ago

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Suna Version ╝

Premise: Being the first born of the most prominent house in the village, it was a pressing matter for Suna to deliver as future head of his clan. High expectations were set for him which sent him your way, only for him to realize you were all he really needed.

Word Count: 2908

Chapter 2: Doubtless

Adulthood came in many ways, age was the most common, but responsibilities could come at any moment, accelerating said process.

In Rin’s case came right after he met you, in every single bit of its definition.

To most, adulthood means working, bills, worrying about having enough food to survive, boring commute time and awkward social interactions, but Rin had always had all those present in his life. He’s been working in the inn since he has memory, even as a child he would help bring out the futons every day, and would be sent out daily to the kitchens to peel potatoes and help choosing grains.

When your family owns a business, not having responsibilities is a foreign concept.

So, he always thought he already knew how to be an adult, that he was one already.

He had to take their guests money, keep it safe, break guest fights, make inventory decisions, order supplies, things most teenagers have no idea what they even mean, but Rin was far from mature, and he was not aware of this.

When you came to his life, not only did these responsibilities multiply, but the concept of an uncertain future came knocking at his door.

Since he was a young pup, he’s been hearing his mother and other older ladies of the community discuss the low birthrate problem, his mother in fact, was one of the most recognized among the village for being able to bare a girl.

It was a rare thing for the foxes of the south after all.

For some reason, lost in history books by now, the south has always brought high born male foxes to their race. In ancient times, the foxes of the north would send out their daughters in exchange for produce and other goods, but after the last big forest war things changed.

Now only having one girl of age to bare pups in a near future, their numbers were perishing and the need for pups to arrive was intense, ever since Rin was barely of age to understand the role he was being given, he’s been hearing of the moment he brings new ones to the clan, how his existence is so important as first male born for the clan and how he had to ensure his little sister find a perfect match, a very fertile one at that, even if he didn’t know what they were talking about, until fairly recent.

The lack of girls in town meant none of the boys his age had actually dated someone.

Aran, one of his oldest friends, was the only one that experienced the concept of love, and it hit him so hard that he ended up turning his back on his entire clan by running away with said girl.

Mixing races was a taboo, especially for someone as high in society as the first born of the Ojiro clan, having a bakeneko join their family was not accepted by any and running away seemed like the easiest way out, this of course impacted even more the birthing problem as he was the heir to their clan, leaving his very young little brother as a the only option left for the future of their growth and preservation.

As for the Suna family, everyone had high expectations from them, not only did they have an established business in the community, but the strong responsibility of preserving not only the clan in numbers but their traditions as well as time went on.

The Miyas had two boys, same as the Ojiros, the leader had only one grandson and while the Omimi clan had two boys and one girl, the girl was still pretty much a pup, making the Sunas be the closest promise of a brighter future for the village.

But while the girl was promised to the leader’s grandson the day she was born, their son was yet to find a match, regardless of his precious value among the elders.

Rin had given up on finding a mate and had been living his life as the son of the owners of an inn, nothing more, nothing less.

He did as he was told, never went to an extra mile, didn’t enjoy his job and his only entertainment was mocking his friends and their stupid antics.

But when you came to the village doors opened for all of them and while he knew he wasn’t supposed to go in said fight, his mother would have had him skinned if he didn’t even try.

A human, yet a beautiful one.

Not what it was intended for any of them, high born foxes. But all that was to take.

He went into this battle blind, thinking of it as one more of his responsibilities, something else he had to do to please his parents, something more that was expected of him.

But when he got to meet you and spend time with you his entire world went upside down.

Adulthood not only meant responsibilities or working, also meant dealing with changes, in your heart, your way of thinking, and your own body.

Never did he think he would be considering having children of his own, yes, his mother kept pressing for him to just do it, but this was your decision, not hers, one that had to be throughly considered given your current health issues.

After the rest of the family left the inn in your charge and the house empty for you to use as you pleased things escalated quite quickly though.

The first change happened on the very first night you spent together on your own.

It was a stormy night, after closing early due to a lack of customers, you both went to bed early, trying to enjoy the rare change of pace. What he didn’t expect was having you knocking at his door not even an hour into the night.

When he slid his door opened, he saw you on nothing but your sleeping yukata holding your pillow to your chest. He’s seen you dressed that way many times, but for some reason it felt much more intimate than all the other times, maybe it was because you two where completely alone for the first time, or maybe it was the way the lightening outside lit your face so beautifully in the dark, how tight you held your pillow in fear, how much your face told him you needed him by your side desperately.

It set a fire within him, one that he didn’t know was possible to feel. One so intense that his brain stopped working for a couple of minutes and he even forgot to ask what you were doing outside of his bedroom.

The house being this big and now empty, plus the thundering outside made you want some company. By this point you hadn’t done more than hold hands and a couple of soft friendly hugs, nothing to be considered intimate, not even a kiss to the cheek, so this felt quite bold of you.

When he regained his bearings, all he could do was move aside so you could go in; his eyes going as wide as they physically could as he saw you going into his futon with pillow and all. “(Y/N)…?”

“Hm? What is it Rin?” you were patiently waiting for him to lay by your side as if this was the most common and natural thing in the world, an every day happening.

“Why are you in my bed? Is this about what you said to my mother-?”

“What- NO! I’m just a little scared of the storm and can’t sleep…do you mind…if I…stay with you tonight?” his ears were bright red, and he couldn’t be more thankful to the darkness imposed by the searing storm.

“I- well…whatever, if that helps you sleep it’s fine with me..” he walked over to the other side, laying there impossibly still, eyes glued to the ceiling, barely breathing.

The stiff way he was acting made you giggle, scooting closer to lay your head on his shoulder and hold one of his hands in your own, “Relax, I don’t bite~” your playful tone made his muscles tense even more, he wasn’t ready for this, he knew how to…do it…but he never had before, he needed a second to process life.

“(Y/N) I don’t think I can do this tonight- I need to…ugh…are you sure you want this? I mean like tonight? Can’t it wait for tomorrow maybe?” you blinked up at him slightly confused, not really getting what he was trying to say.

“You want me to sleep until tomorrow?”

“No, not that…you know…the…the….ugh…for fuck sakes (Y/N) you know what I mean, dammit!” he was now covering his face with the blanket, making you smile in realization.

“I didn’t come here to seduce you, Suna Rintarou. I’m just afraid of loud thundering…” peeking an eye out of the blanket he stared at you in awe, this is why he liked you, he never felt pressured or rushed in your presence, it was an odd feeling for him, like if you had no expectations of him whatsoever, but not in a bad way.

“Does that mean it can wait until tomorrow, or-?” your cute chuckles made him come out of his hiding place at once, bringing you closer to his chest as a loud thunder in the background had you all jumpy. “Yes, Rin. It can wait until tomorrow, or the day after, or until you actually want to well…you know…” running his fingers through your hair, he hummed in thought. Truth is, he never thought of building a family of his own, he thought he’d be forever the cool uncle, the one who treated his sister’s pups to fun snacks and took them out to play; but since you came to his life, the thought of having his own little replicas wasn’t as intimidating any longer.

“(Y/N) do you really want to have them? You know…the babies? Wouldn’t it be too harsh on your body? You’re still sick and we don’t know how to cure you and what if the pregnancy is rough? What if I end up losing you in the process? What if-“ you placed a finger over his lips, smiling up at him.

“Yes. I really do want to have your babies, Rin.” for some reason his body moved on its own, bringing your face up to his to press a short loving kiss to your lips. Those words meant so much to him and he didn’t know why. You wanted to have his babies, not the future prince of the village, not one with the hot idol twins, you wanted his babies. Out of all your options you chose him and only him, it was your own will, out of his own efforts he was able to get your heart, and you ended up stealing his in the process.

He never thought his first kiss would be in his bed, with his future wife pressed cozily against his body in a stormy night, but what a lovely kiss that was.

One that would go on to live in his heart for the rest of his days, one that triggered his entire future as an adult, one that would help him understand the concept of happiness.

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After that first night, sharing bedding became part of your routine.

The next day it wasn’t a storm, it was Rin having indigestion and needing belly rubs, he really loved the way you devoted yourself to his care, how your tiny hands rub his fake pain away while whispering reassuring things next to his ear; he never felt that way before and wasn’t going to let the feeling go.

Then the next day was your turn, suddenly being afraid of the dark, even if that had never happened before.

After a while looking for excuses to sleep together became unnecessary and you both moved into his parent’s old room, the biggest in the house, a decision that spoke louder than words.

It was an unspoken rule to keep the touching to the minimum, after that short kiss the first night nothing else had happened between the two besides perhaps some soft cuddling.

He wanted to respect you as his woman, as his future wife, but in reality, it was getting very hard to breath in your scent every morning so closely pressed to his body and keep his paws to himself became an impossible task.

Not long after, soft touches turned to heavy ones and the heat of the night brought a magical gift to the village, one that has never been more desired, a baby girl.

There was no need for a wedding of sorts, the entire village recognized you both as a married couple months before you even shared your first kiss, and you had even been living together for well over a couple of years at this point, formalities were welcomed in this village, but was deemed unnecessary when your belly couldn’t be hidden anymore by tight obi around your waist.

With just one try, the Suna clan brought another girl to the village, celebrations were in place the very next day of her being welcomed to this world, visitors coming from all over the place to see the beautiful bundle of joy.

She looked a lot like her father, her eyes could barely open, while her hair matched the color of yours. As for her fox ears, seemed to come and go each time she yawned or sneezed. A mystery, indeed.

Suna Ririna, was born on a hot summer day.

The pregnancy itself wasn’t great, the fact that your sickness continued getting worse along the way just worsened everything.

The inn had to close its doors to the public for a couple of months as a very diligent Rintarou tended to your every need. The doctor had recommended for you to go on strict bed rest since you started your third trimester, and he just wasn’t able to focus on work while you were on your own being miserable.

Thankfully the delivery wasn’t as complicated and she seemed unaffected by your condition, an extremely healthy baby girl came out of you without hassle; her first wails could be heard down the block gathering neighbors and friends outside waiting to meet the new member of their clan.

But something was off…

The legend said true love should bring Inari’s blessing and you were still quite sick. Did that mean he didn’t really love you? Or was it you? He was certain that what he felt for you was love in the purest of ways, he could voluntarily die for you if it was needed. So why were you not getting any better?

There was little to no information about the blessing, or your sickness for that matter, your time was getting shorter as days went by and he felt as useless as a lizard against a dragon.

But the moment his daughter opened her little eyes to look at him for the first time… that moment, time stopped.

Love doesn’t always look the same for everyone.

You had kissed multiple times, chant your love for each other constantly, even made a baby together, yet the moment she was out there, with you holding her to your chest, with Rin holding her tiny hand…that moment a glow started to come out of you, a warm welcoming glow, one that made you feel better almost instantly. Not even the birthing pain was there anymore, it felt like seeing the world for the first time once more.

Everything felt more vivid, crisper.

Rin’s gentle touch on your shoulder felt like heaven, you felt so alive, so full of energy, so full of love.

Your daughter’s cries brought you back to reality as a very hungry baby was there waiting for her mother to feed her for the first time.

Rin just couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she was the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his life. A mix of his distinct features, mixed with your softer ones, a true Suna clearly, but he could see you on her little face, and that made his heart feel complete.

He thinks of the days he felt nothing but emptiness, when life was as boring as it could be and all he did was live because he had to, work because he had to and eat because he had to. Those days would never come again.

He had a family of his own now, and his lovely wife had developed the cutest fox ears he’s got to pleasure to see around just now, meaning he would have you for a very long time. He didn’t have to worry about the short lifespan of humans anymore, and his daughter was the last piece of the puzzle needed to get you back to health.

Life has a funny way to teach you things. Sometimes you think you have it all, sometimes you think you have nothing at all, but everything comes when it has to come not a minute early, not a minute late, and happiness is one of those things.

Turns out the blessing is just the result or the outcome of true love, whatever form that might take for the ones involved. There was no recipe, no book to follow. Of course, not everyone can get it regardless of the love they have for each other, the fact that you were the one destined to save the village had much to do with this. But at the end of the day, true love is what saved you and true love has different ways of showing itself.

As for Suna Rintarou that moment was when he got to hold in his arms the love of his life and the result of their undying love, his beautiful daughter, that moment when time stopped itself just for him to be able to memorize the scene for eternity. That moment he understood what being truly in love and connected with someone really meant.

She was just the first one of many to come though, but that’s a story for another day~

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This had to be the fault of aliens.

That’s the only thing you could think of as you woke up to get ready for your day. All the strange shit that had started happening in the world over a decade ago, that had to have contributed to where you were now.

Aliens. Wizards. Killer robots. Literal gods. All of them disturbing what was already a nonsensical planet full of greedy assholes and stressed out meatbags.

How else would life have gotten to be like this? How else would you have ended up in the criminal island Madripoor of all places, living this life?

You swung out of bed and started getting ready for the day. It was strange to get ready for work when it was already pretty dark out. That’s what you get for working a night job though.

You wandered out into the kitchen and pulled open the fridge. A small plate of food wrapped in plastic wrap with your name written on top was set inside amongst the chilled sodas and eleven different condiments. You popped it in the microwave and grabbed a soda while you waited, you were going to need the caffeine.

As you sat down at the rickety table to eat the door opened and one of your roommates walked in, a Korean girl with short black hair and a drawstring gym bag over her shoulders. “Hey,” she said as she passed you and pulled out a similar plate of food to yours. “Rekha make curry again?”

“Hey Ha-rin, and yeah.” you yawned. “How was work?”

“Same old.” she put her food in to heat. “Glad to go to sleep now though. You excited for another fun night of work?”

“Always.” the sarcasm drenched your words, “How are the streets?”

Ha-rin frowned slightly. “Not great, actually. Franks is back on his shit so probably try to stay out of the neon district on your way to work. Do you want me to walk with you? Strength in numbers?”

“No. I’ll be fine.” you told her. You didn’t want her to have to go out after she just got back, not when you could defend yourself just fine. “So Franks is back to trying to recruit girls for his club? Why doesn’t he just give it up? He has to know that no one is going to willingly work for him after what happened with Doozie and Ditzy.”

“I know. I think his new game is to get them to come in as guests, drug them, and then get them to rack up a big bill they need to pay off by working. The other girls from work are trying to spread the info as best we can so everyone knows to stay away from his place.”

“God, he’s such a fucking creep.” you finished the last of your food. “I gotta get ready for my shift. You get some sleep, I’ll see you after work.”

“Be safe.” she waved you off as she sat down to scarf down her reheated leftovers.

You were really appreciative of your other roommate, Rekha. Because all of your schedules were so chaotic it made getting together in any capacity hard. But Rekha always made portions enough of dinner for you and Ha-rin before or after a long day at work. In exchange you and Ha-rin endeavored to keep the apartment as clean as possible as means of showing gratitude. That meant doing the gross stuff like unclogging the shower drain and replacing the roach traps around the apartment.

You went back to your room and started getting dressed, styling your hair and putting on your makeup. You needed to look pretty for work but then you also had to put on a shirt over your work clothes so you had less chance of being accosted in the street. You tied on some tennis shoes, packed your heels in your bag and set off into the dilapidated underbelly of Madripoor that was Lowtown.

You kept a wide berth of the neon district like Ha-rin suggested and cut through the fighting ring district to make up the time. In any normal situation you would have been terrified to walk around the city like this. But you were in no normal situation, far from it.

There was a can lying in the street that you unwittingly gave a light kick to and it went flying, just narrowly missing someone’s window. Yep. You had definitely left normal a long time ago.

You made it to work and used the employee entrance to the locker room. You changed out of the street shirt you had worn and kicked off your comfortable tennis shoes. You pulled on your heels, gave yourself a once over in the mirror and plastered on a bright smile that you knew you were going to be fighting to keep in place after an hour.

For as shitty as your life was living in Lowtown, you had managed to land a pretty nice job as a server in one of the Hightown clubs. The hours were long and the heels you needed to wear killed your feet but it paid the rent and there was less chance of you getting hurt here than somewhere else. Of course, less chance didn’t mean zero chance.

You went about the usual routine, pulling bottles and serving cocktails to the numerous patrons crowding the club. About three hours into your shift your manager called you over. “Queenie, I need you to cover one of the private rooms.”

“But I thought I was off private rooms.” you told them. You really hated private room service, even more than general club work. People were already handsy when it came to being in public but they always ended up leaving any decency behind when they thought they were alone.

“You were requested. Now go.”

You sighed and took a moment to breathe before entering the fray again. You went back to the private room you were directed towards and entered. There was a whole group here, four men and two women. So at least you weren’t being left for one-on-one service like you had feared.

“Hello, what may I get you?” you asked.

“You can get over here and settle something for us.” one of the men said. “We hear that you are the undefeated arm wrestling champion of the club.”

Oh, this again.

“I am indeed. The reigning queen bee at your service, or everyone just calls me queenie.” you gave a little mock curtsy.

“Queenie,” one of the other men, who had a full on waxed mustache with the curly ends, scoffed, “It’s some kind of joke or a trick or something. You don’t look as if there’s much to you in the way of strength.”

“Well, you know what they say, arm wrestling isn’t about brute strength, it’s about leverage.” you came to the table. “Did someone want to play?”

“I will.” curly mustache said and put his arm on the table. “I’m not going to humor whatever stupid trick you have either.”

“Of course, sir.” you were going to enjoy this at least. You knelt across the table from him and put out your arm. He grabbed your hand, you waited for one of the other guests to say go, and then you focused intently to not slam his arm down as soon as possible.

You went through your whole act, letting your arm stay still as he tried to push against yours, watching the confusion build in his eyes, then letting your arm fall a bit to the side to make him think he had the upper hand, before then slowly pushing back and slamming his arm down in victory. The moment his arm went down the others in the room gave little cheers and claps. You stood up again, gave another mock curtsy to the room and pulled out your notepad. “Thank you. So, what may I get for you to drink? Any appetizers for the room?”

Curly mustache was still knelt by the table staring at his hand in bewilderment. “How did you do that?” he demanded. “What sort of cheating trick did you pull?”

“No trick and no cheating, sir. I told you, it is all a matter of leverage.” you responded with syrupy sweetness in hopes that he would drop it.

“But--but--”

“Delano, the girl beat you. Let it go and let us get some drinks.” one of the women said with a roll of her eyes.

Delano huffed and sat back down but his glare followed you as you took the order and left. God, what you wouldn’t give to be able to punch assholes like that right in the face. He was going to be a problem tonight, you could just tell.

You returned to the room with the drinks and the food they had ordered. Delano was still glaring at you and had requested a rematch. You indulged him but put on a quicker show so you could move on. You knew you could just let him win. It would probably end all the glaring and demands for rematches but you had very little and fuck if you were going to give up your arm wrestling title to save this asshole’s ego.

The night continued on and you were still working the private room. You had hoped that they would do some club hopping but they seemed more than content to stay here. Normally you would have been a little excited cause it meant that you were more likely to get a bigger tip. Outside of Delano everyone else in the party seemed to like you. But Delano was still there and still glaring and huffing and muttering “bitch” under his breath along with some other choice words in what sounded to be French.

You just had to get through the night.

As the night and your shift was coming to an end the muttered comments from Delano had turned into drunken threats. His friends chided him and told you that there was nothing for you to fear from him, he was all bark and no bite. You didn’t trust them though. You had seen that look before, it was one worn by men who felt their pride wounded and had no other way to face it than with anger. There would be one more trick from him before the night was out. You’d bet money on it.

You had cleared away some of the empty glasses from the room and were about to return when you felt a presence at your back. You turned to see that Delano had left the room and was leering at you from the corner. It was happening now was it? Fine. Get it over with.

You turned to face him, plastering on a smile. “Hello sir, did you need something? Directions to the restroom perhaps?”

“There’s something not right about you.” he said, his words wavered as badly as he did.

“How about we get you back to your friends? Something tells me that you could use a glass of water.” you tried to scoot past him but he lashed out and grabbed your arm in a vice like grip. Damn it all.

He pulled you so you hit the wall. “Not so strong now, aren’t you?”

“Apparently.” you wrenched your arm away from him. “Now, if you are satisfied, I have to get back to work.”

“Get back here you cheating bitch!” he grabbed your arm again.

“Get off me!” you shoved him off and he fell to the floor, skidding quite a ways across the shining linoleum as he went. Shit. Too much.

Security came over to see what was happening. Before you could explain that Delano was at fault he scrambled to his feet and started shouting. “That fucking bitch shoved me! Is this how your club treats its highest paying members! I want her fucking head!”

“Now sir--” the security tried to reason but Delano was far past words.

“Her head! I want her stupid bitch head!” he pulled a switchblade out from his pocket and charged at you.

You didn’t mean to. You really didn’t. But when you saw the knife your body moved on instinct. You grabbed Delano’s wrist and you could feel the bones crack as you squeezed and made him drop the knife. He cried out in pain and tried to wrestle himself away from you. He kicked but you were faster. Your shoe collided with his shin and there was an unmistakable snapping sound. He collapsed to the floor, his leg now bent at an awkward angle.

All eyes went to you. People were crowding around, starting to whisper. Security stared at you baffled by the show of effortless strength you exhibited. “How did you--”

“I didn’t.” you said. “I just kicked him. I think he’s just lacking calcium. Weak bones and all that.”

Their eyes narrowed. “Queenie, I think the boss is gonna want to talk to you.”

“Oh no, there’s really no need to bother them.” you dodged out of the grab they made for you. “Come on Terry, this was just an isolated incident. Never to happen again.”

“You shattered his shin with one kick. We both know that’s not normal.” both of the security guards went to grab you this time. “The boss is definitely going to want to know how you did it.”

No. No! Not the boss! Anyone but the boss!

Your heart was hammering in your ears and you realized you had a choice. Go quietly and you would most certainly become some sort of prisoner and science experiment, or you could do something incredibly stupid.

As their grip latched around your arms you sighed as your mind was made up. Something stupid it was.

You planted your feet and with all the strength you had fought to keep under control, you slammed your elbow’s into the guts of the security officers. They immediately doubled over, gasping for breath at the sudden blow. They looked up at you through the pain and you knew that they had just gotten confirmation on what was going on. What you really were.

So, you did what you did best. You turned and ran for it. You were shoving people out of your way as you rushed through the club. You kicked off your heels and started sprinting down the stairs as fast as you could. The echo of feet thundered after you in the stairwell.

If they were smart someone would be waiting on the ground floor for you. You ducked through one of the doors leading out onto a different floor and kept running. There wasn’t a lot on this floor outside of storing miscellaneous stuff like cleaning supplies and office materials. You wove through the boxes as you made your way to the other end of the room. There were different ways to get in and out of the building. One was the main entrance, the other was the employee entrance, and then there was the freight elevator. It was mainly used to move large art pieces and furniture. It wasn’t the quietest but hopefully it could get you down to the ground floor without having to take another twenty flight of stairs.

You got inside and hit the bottommost floor. The doors creaked shut and with a shudder the elevator started to go down.

What were you going to do? Everyone back there saw what you did. Word would have gotten back to the boss too. You were screwed. All you had to do was keep your strength in check! Almost eight years you had been able to keep this under wraps and because of one drunk asshole it all went up in smoke! Where were you going to go? The apartment would be the first place they checked.

Oh no. Ha-rin and Rekha. You had to at least warn them that some people may be barging in. You still had your phone. You quickly dialed Rekha since she was the one most likely to be awake at this hour. “Hello?” she answered with a yawn. “What’s up?”

“I’m so sorry.” you said, “But some people may be coming by the apartment later. They’re looking for me. I did something and its not safe for me here anymore. If they ask where I am or if you know anything just tell them the truth. No need to get on their bad side.”

“What are you talking about?” Rekha sounded more awake. “What did you do? What’s going on?”

“The less you know the better. I’m so sorry. I wish I wasn’t leaving you guys with this mess. I have to go now. I’m sorry.”

“Wait, you just can’t--” you hung up, tears welling in your eyes.

The elevator came to a halt. You dropped the phone on the floor and kept running. You would have liked to have grabbed your shoes from the locker room but that wasn’t an option now. You just had to pray that you didn’t step on something now.

As you had guessed, the ground floor was swarming with security. There was an emergency exit not too far from you but there was someone standing guard. Damn it. You had hoped to be more covert but looks like you were getting out of here the guns a blazing approach. You snuck as far as you could until sneaking was no longer an option.

You took a deep breath and ran straight at the security guard. They pulled a gun but you were faster and had the element of surprise. You grabbed the barrel of the gun and felt the metal bend in your hand as your other hand swung to punch him in the face. You saw an honest to god tooth fly out of his mouth as he careened sideways and fell to the ground.

He was down though, the door was open, and you had attracted the attention of the rest of the security. You ran out, bare feet pounding the pavement as the sound of shouting and gunshots rang behind you. You saw a cab ahead and pulled the driver out. You started driving, weaving through traffic, your heart beating a million miles a second.

Where to go? Where to go!

You saw a bridge in the distance, the lights of the city glittering on the ocean. You could get out the same way you got in. You hated it but wherever they would take you was better than staying here.

You drove to the docks and parked the car. There was no telling who was coming in and out of port but you had a pretty good memory. You could remember where you were when you were brought here at least. That was as good a lead as any to find one of the trafficking ships.

You crept through the docks. Your feet were starting to numb from the cold. With some luck though, you found what you were looking for. There was a ship being loaded. It looked to be like they were dealing in knockoff handbags but that was just the cover. The real cargo was lined up by a shipping container. There had to have been over a dozen girls scared and shivering on the dock.

This wasn’t going to be fun.

You made your way towards the group and purposely made a lot of noise as you got closer. Heads turned towards you and weapons raised. You gave them a lazy smile. “Hey!” you said, trying to slur your words, “What are we all doing over here? We going sailing?”

The men looked confused and you saw one of them do a headcount of the girls. “She’s not one of ours.” one of them said.

“Probably a hooker someone left alone and drunk.” another shrugged. “I mean, she’s not bad looking. No reason we couldn’t add her to the cargo.”

“Okay, grab her.” one of the guards grabbed you and put you with the rest of the girls.

You waited and followed the girls onto the boat when it was your turn. You were taken into a space down below decks. You sat down and braced yourself for the long journey to a destination you knew not.

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“Hey Buck,” Sam said, “We got a location for where the trafficking ring is going to be docking. They should be arriving in L.A. at 0600 tomorrow. If we want to get there in time we gotta get to the airport now.”

“Alright.” Bucky sighed. “I’ll drive.”

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