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faevi · 6 years ago

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oh my god pain sharing soulmate au for kakashi i love me some hurt/comfort. like they can feel each other so they feel each others pain but also comfort each other by like hugging yourself or smth like that. maybe kakashi doesnt know about this “condition” so he thinks hes going crazy when he feels hugged or comforted by some sort of crazy force without the knowledge that someone else shares his pains and wants nothing but to make it better.

“you could also take that pain/touch sharing soulmate au and turn it into something dirty like when one of them is having a good time the other feels it? it could be funny like it happens at an unconventional time or it could be angsty because while kakashi has no idea that these touches means he have a soulmate, the other person knows and the thought of their soulmate being with another person really hurts them. sorry I got carried away but you write kakashi so well“

——-This was such a beautiful idea! I still feel like I could have done it a lot better. It’s complex, you know? Needing to include such detail but I tried my best. Soulmates are so cute and I just relived my love for Kakashi (drools tbh)

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SCENARIO: Kakashi feels things he shouldn’t supposed to. SOULMATE!AU | NSFW!

Note: 4,224 words. - Um, wow. Long? Excuse any grammar errors, i cbf re-reading it rn. I still hope it’s decent though D: Let me know what you guys think!!! I really hope it’s still good and you guys enjoy it. This was also more from Kakashi’s perspective obviously, hope that’s okay, too. Thank you for believing in me, guys

It feels as if fingertips ghost against his bare arms; delicate and gentle brushes up and down, almost even tracing his prominent veins but that’s just his mind playing tricks on him. The silver-haired jōnin is rather confused. How could he be feeling this light tickle? It must be some sort of breeze in his closed up bedroom that’s licking at his skin. That must be it and despite his mind trying to rationalise the variety of touches and feelings lately but, his mind continues to wonder. It all began on the first day of spring. Kakashi was training vigorously beneath the shining sun when he felt his heart suddenly clench so unpleasantly and the feeling of his stomach twisting in knots till he couldn’t breathe. It was awful and it reminded him of the days where he lost those he cared deeply about. Broken hearted.

Since then, there have been spontaneous moments where Kakashi could feel something. It’s not every single second of the day but it’s frequent enough for the jōnin to be silently frustrated about it but not the kind of man to make others concerned for his health. Instead, the silver-haired male decided to research the issue on his own. Late nights in the village’s library, slumber being no threat to the jōnin because of the mere fact that it was determination flowing through his very veins. Kakashi is aware that this is probably not the most ideal way to go about this. He could ask his old student, Sakura for help but this must be even out of her expertise. It’s a Saturday night and there are curious glances to the silver-haired male. It’s rare for him to be here. Especially since he’s known to prefer his steamy, romance novels. Kakashi’s long fingers glide along the books mindlessly, slowly losing hope to find anything.

He feels himself bump into another as he turns around a corner, barely flinching as he witnesses a gorgeous female attempt to keep the books from tumbling out of her hold. Kakashi swiftly catches the novel that escapes, tilting his head to the side as his eyes shape into crescents, smiling beneath the mask. “Apologies, miss.” He murmurs softly, admiring the sight of the female’s cheeks glowing red. Wait— Why does his own feel hot? He rarely blushes. Y/N gently plucks the book from his hand, biting down on her bottom lip. “It’s quite alright. I’m just putting these away. I’m done with them. I think I found what I needed.” Y/N speaks softly, silently scared of being caught by the strict librarian. The jōnin hums softly, reading the title of the novel. ‘Legends of Love’. How interesting.

“Is it a fiction piece? Is that what you’re researching? Stories?”

Why is he even asking? He really should mind his business.

“It is sort of research. It’s about the legends based off of love. You know, the red string… Things like that. Quite an eye-opener.” Y/N extends it back out towards the shinobi, heart thumping hard against her chest. He’s handsome and even she couldn’t ignore that. Especially how his hair looks so soft that her hands are desperate to touch or that his gaze upon her is warm. Kakashi adjusts the collar around his neck, hating the new feeling his heart is making him feel. Simply because he has never felt it before and so, doesn’t understand. The female is quite cute and so it convinces him to take the book. “Guess I better give it a read. Who knows, might even help me understand things I’ve been feeling lately. Thank you.” Kakashi jokingly remarks before gesturing his farewell by waving the book before he wanders off, exploring through the long hallways of books, stomach twisting and fluttering as if they were holding butterflies.

He couldn’t help but glance back and already, his mind is full of images involving the female. The way she so clumsily tries to carry the stack of novels. The way she bites down on her bottom lip. Her flushed cheeks. The jōnin shakes his head frantically, cursing at himself. There’s no time for admiring beauty or how gentle the stranger is. Even so, his body is never the type to react so wildly and it must be the ‘curse’ that his body has succumbed to. With a brief pat to the toned stomach and internal pleads, Kakashi checks out the book of legends and departs for his home.

—

It’s been several months and the jōnin’s research came to a halt. The book laid on his bedside table, untouched. The library informing him that there’s no rush to bring it back as no one besides the lovely girl has borrowed it. Currently, he’s panting heavily, back firm against the trunk of the tree in the midst of others, frantically unzipping his vest. He only hopes that it could help and put a halt to the intense urge to break down into tears. He feels lost. Alone. Sad. He’s used to such feelings since he was a child but it was if life wanted to be cruel to the shinobi and forced him to feel double.

Kakashi’s gaze shifts to his body and despite not seeing it with his own eyes, he once again could feel a pair of hands hugging him. It’s like a warm embrace and manages to calm the jōnin down, eyes falling shut. As he listens to the sounds of the birds fluttering from tree to tree, the silver-haired male finds himself actively appreciating the invisible hands squeezing his shoulders or smoothing along his toned arms. Perhaps ghosts were existing and one possessed his body. He really should be used to the touches or overwhelming angst. Not that it happens 24/7 happen but it happens often enough and yet… every time it’s a new experience and leaves him confused. He absolutely despises being confused and would very much rather know everything. He has knowledge in tactics, fighting styles and even how to lead but he couldn’t figure out what’s wrong with his own body.

The silver-haired jōnin perks up suddenly from hearing a soft sound. It wasn’t animal-like or even leaves rustling. It sounded like childish sniffling. Was there a lost child? With the speed of lightning and no threats of panting heavily, Kakashi lands gently on the fresh soil, gazing down at the familiar female. There are tears gliding down Y/N’s flushed cheeks, her arms crossed against her chest and hands gripping her shoulders, forming a hug; a barrier to protect herself. The jōnin temporarily feels awkward to witness the library girl from being so down but pushing that aside and knowing he needs to slip into a friendlier role, he crouches down before her.

“No love stories to read?”

“H-Huh?” Y/N glances up and soon enough a short gasp escapes her lips, frantically rubbing at her face. Kakashi smiles beneath the mask, respecting the distance between them as he watches Y/N attempt to smile sheepishly. His heart flutters at the sight. Even from second meeting, Kakashi could tell that she’s rather clumsy or oblivious and it’s cute. Y/N pushes herself off of the ground, her hand now resting over her heart as she silently pleads for it to stop beating so fast just because the handsome Kakashi is before her.

“So what’s wrong? I know I may appear to be the worst listener because I get the dazed look on my face but I am actually great at it. One of my many talents.” Kakashi brags with a playful spark in his eyes. Y/N couldn’t stop the snort from escaping, her own gaze lingering on his toned body, admiring the toned muscles beneath the fishnet fabric. “My friend hasn’t come back from her mission. It’s been months. I’m just… thinking the worst. I have a habit of doing that. I’ll be fine. I don’t really want to be a burden but I appreciate your kindness, sir.” Y/N rambles out nervously, fanning her cheeks with both of her hands.

Kakashi hums thoughtfully, remembering of his unzipped vest and so, quickly zips it up to appear more professional. He understands all too well. It’s not just the soldiers of the village who suffer from the loss of those who they care about. Anyone between the walls feels the true heartache. “Do you believe she is strong?” Kakashi asks, plucking away a fallen leaf from the female’s soft hair.

“I- Yes, of course.”

“Then you should believe in her. I’ll check in with current missions and will let you know.”

“You’re right.. Thank you. It’d mean a lot to me to have some form of news. Comforting, even.”

“What is your name?”

“My name is Y/N… I know who you are. Kakashi Hatake.”

The corners of Y/N’s lips curl up to form a warm smile, her fingertips pressing together. “Have you read the book? Any of the legends that you are fascinated by?” The female asks with eagerness and for a split second, Kakashi notices a certain look on her face. Hope. Kakashi grimaces beneath the dark fabric, stepping back. “I haven’t read it yet. I will soon, Y/N-san.” Kakashi promises, dusting his hands off by patting them against his pants. He really should get back to training. The female just makes him feel…. even more than he usually does and he should be blocking it out. No time for romance or even mutual attraction in his life.

“Do you need help getting home? The forests around the training grounds are safe but best to be careful.”

“I’ll be fine, Kakashi-san. Thank you for— Well. I’ll see you around.”

“Take care..”

A sigh of relief escapes him as he watches the female move gracefully between trees until finally, disappearing. His heart appears to be beating twice each moment and once again, Kakashi shivers from feeling loving caresses against his neck. He glances towards the direction where Y/N left. He couldn’t help but imagine that someone out there must be attempting to comfort him with these ghostly touches and after seeing Y/N crying. Even he had desired to comfort the girl. With no one around to judge him, Kakashi wraps his toned arms around himself to hug tightly as his eyes fall shut momentarily. If only Y/N could feel what he does.

——————

Several, long weeks have passed since the private meeting between the pair and it wasn’t their last meeting. They’ve bumped into each other on the streets and Y/N’s confidence seems to be blossoming before his very eyes. He finds himself becoming slowly addicted to her attention. The jōnin had also becoming addicted to something else. To something so special and thrilling to him. At first, he rejected it. Out of fear of driving himself crazy from hyped up emotions or physical touches that some ghost must have been blessing him with. No more, was it viewed as a curse.

The silver-haired jōnin relaxes into the seat in the booth, eyes glancing along the words on the pages. The words sinking into his brain and informing him of legends involving love. Usually, he didn’t find romance to be particularly interesting unless it came from his favourite novel series but that… came with some more steamy content. With the darkness covering his face, he pulls it down with swiftness to take a sip before pulling it upwards. It has become a habit to do so and so, never really a bother.

“Kakashi-san. So you finally read it.”

He glances up through the strands of silver hair, laughing softly before he closes the book, loving the feeling of the ghost’s fingertips against his wrist. Y/N’s rubs at her own before sitting down opposite of the shinobi, grinning. “My friend is back. Apparently, you sent another group to find them… She’s okay. A little injured but okay.” Y/N says with excitement in her tone, eyes full of gratitude as she gazes at the male. “Thank you.” The female whispers, reaching out to tenderly squeeze his hand resting on the table.

The shinobi straightens up in his seat, brushing his calloused fingertips against her palm before pulling away with a chuckle. “Firstly, I do finally read it. They’re quite interesting. The red string, matching eye colours… Still reading, though. I’ve never been interested in soulmates but I do say, always happy to learn new things.” He muses quietly as their gazes lock together. Despite being surrounded by citizens and other shinobi, it feels like they were completely alone. That only the sounds of their calm breathing could be heard. There’s a spark and they both could feel it. Y/N mindlessly takes a sip from her own drink of choice.

The pair continued to talk and about anything that came to mind. Kakashi was surprised to find himself opening up further than he usually does. He couldn’t put up the usual facade of a strong, calm warrior. Especially when the topics were so raw and emotional. The silver-haired man finds it difficult to focus, feeling her foot brushing up lightly along his leg and the desire for her continued to grow stronger. Y/N is special. She really is. He wants her and while it warms his heart… It also leaves him feeling unsettled.

The alcohol flowing through him leaves him light-headed, cheeks red beneath the mask and the jōnin could barely process the fact that his hand is resting on her bare thigh and that she was now next to him. “You probably will never understand this, Y/N-san.. For months, something has been happening to me. I feel ghostly touches. My emotions are not only mine anymore. It makes no sense, I know. No logical sense even in the mind of a shinobi. I feel sadness that isn’t my own. I feel such gentle hands touching me. Especially caresses against my wrists or neck… I am not deluded. If it’s a form of unknown genjutsu, I can’t help but embrace it now.”

There’s a pause between them and Y/N is gazing up at his expressionless face. Her own eyes are full of hope. Something clicked inside of her. It makes sense now. The female always had a gut feeling and now it’s answered. Yet, she says nothing. She couldn’t. There’s a mixture of happiness and fear settling within her but she just smiles. “You should continue to read it tomorrow. A certain legend. You’ll see. For now, I better go.” Y/N whispers softly, her warm breath fanning against the side of his face as she inches closer.

Her soft lips brush against his covered cheek. One of her hands threads through his silky hair until finally, she massages his scalp. Kakashi groans softly from feeling the pleasant pressure against his scalp and it was as if the invisible fingers were massaging the stress away. Y/N smiles to herself upon the sight before she pulls herself out. It isn’t time. He isn’t completely focused to understand anything and Y/N desires for him to discover their connection by himself. She’s thankful for his honesty, especially with no hint of hatred or implications that he’s suffering.

He simply smiles in response to her response and with the book in his hand, drinks paid; Kakashi stands up tall, following her out of the low-lit bar. “It was a pleasure for even a moment of your time, Y/N-san. Get home safely.” He mutters in a low tone and with a playful wave from Y/N, they depart; both leaving their separate ways. With his head in the clouds for once, his hand closes on the air. Whoever his angel is, the shinobi silently hope they can feel his warmth. The warmth he is willing to give for once.

—————

The jōnin couldn’t fall into his usual light slumber. Book laying was forgotten temporarily on the bedside table as he continues to lay on his comfortable bed, eyes focused on the cracked ceiling. Y/N. Only Y/N is in his mind. The feeling of her delicate lips pressing against her cheek and it’s now, that he immensely regrets wearing a mask to keep his identity hidden. A small groan of frustration escapes, large hands rubbing against his bare face.

It’s as if someone knew of his growing frustration and decided to bless with the feeling of being calm but also, lust. Lust for her. The jōnin’s breath becomes heavy, fingers curling into the crinkled sheets. This feeling is complete bliss and Kakashi relaxes into the mattress, simply closing his eyes. There are jolts of pleasure that rush through his body and prompts a sigh to escape. The silver-haired male quietly tugs his singlet off until he’s laying in only boxers that rest low on his hips.

He sees her in his mind. The mischievous smile as Y/N hovers above him, her smaller hands gripping onto his shoulders as she leans in, voice quiet and soft. “Kakashi… Touch yourself for me. Won’t you? Just imagine it’s my hand instead. Imagine hearing my sweet moans as..” Y/N trails off with a teasing purr and it’s now that Kakashi realises that no fabrics have been keeping her body trapped. He chokes on his own saliva at the sight of her breasts move with each movement. Y/N’s hand is between her open legs, fingers coated in her wetness as they rub against her sensitive clit.

Without his usual thinking, Kakashi’s hands frantically tug his boxers down until his hard length was exposed. Gaze still focused on the image of Y/N his mind created, his fingers curl around the slightly curved thickness and strokes slowly. “Fuck..” The jōnin mutters quietly. His body reacts wildly and never like before compared to other times Kakashi experienced sexual activities. He could feel her pleasure and it leaves him choked up, thigh muscles clenching and the sounds of her delicious moans.

Y/N’s legs tremble as fingers eagerly rub against her own clit, kneeling at his side. “Kakashi, I need you..” She whimpers quietly, dripping from between her legs, palm pressing gently against the throbbing clit as a finger gently pushed into her tight entrance and a breathless moan parts from her lips. The man who usually keeps his composure lets out a low growl of hunger for Y/N. Kakashi wishes that she’s real. That her physical form is really there as his hand strokes up and down his own cock, doubling the pleasure that flows through his body, muscles flexing.

Y/N throws her head back as she cries out in ecstasy, waves of pleasure crashing over her trembling body as she lays down beside the male. The pure pleasure of her climax overwhelming the shinobi and sparks his own. As his hand lightly squeezes his cock, white, sticky cum spurting out of the tip of his cock and dripping onto his hand. Kakashi groans loudly, slowly stroking his length. The jōnin feels almost oblivion from the amount of high and intense pleasure. It truly felt like it had doubled just from fantasising of Y/N touching herself, quietly begging him to touch her.

Kakashi relaxes, head dropping down onto the pillow as he sighs out, opening his eyes. She’s not there. He ignores the disappointment that lingers and grabs tissues to mindlessly clean himself up. “What is wrong with me? Fantasising about sweet Y/N… There’s no time for that..” Kakashi trails off, glancing towards the book. Soulmates. His mind tells him to forget it all and to focus on protecting the village and yet… His heart yearns for all of it. To protect his village, his friends and to experience romance for once.

“Tomorrow, I’ll finish it.”

The jōnin rolls onto his side and is quick to fall asleep and once again, his mind full of images of Y/N.

——————

A legend from the beginning had one spoke of soulmates deeply connected in both a terrifying and wondrous way. If two were made for one another, the gods above bless them with the ability to feel one another. Soulmates who share this beautiful connection do not feel it with every breath they take. It is spontaneous. They can sense each other’s emotions. If one is happy, the other feels it. If they’re suffering from a broken heart, they suffer, too. Touches happen that feel as if the hands of a ghost are touching them. When they are apart, the soulmates can feel each other’s embrace or even kisses against body parts. Touches are not limited to anything. The legend also speaks of when finding one another, aspects of their gift can be controlled and so feel like a true blessing. Only the feeling of heartbreak and sadness be the curse.

The jōnin leans back against the couch, mask tugged down as he stares into space. He’s shocked from the news. How could such a legend be speaking the truth of his life? He went through several stages. Confusion. Anger. Crazy. Acceptance. Even gratitude. All of such emotions being a result of having a soul mate? The silver-haired male snaps the book shut as he stands up. His bare feet light against the wooden floor as he paces back and forth. Who could it be? Who did he have this strong bond with? Realisation crashes over him and leaves him breathless.

Y/N mentioned researching legends of love.

Y/N gave him the book.

Y/N insisted that he read it.

Y/N touches her wrists often.

Y/N was sad in the forest when he was overwhelmed with the feeling of loss.

That smile. That god damn smile when he whispered a confession. She knew. Months of interactions and she always hinted for things and finally, he knows, too. Y/N is his soulmate. There’s a strong need to see her and so he moves to his bedroom to change. There’s a gentle knock at the door and he knows who it is. The jōnin tugs the singlet over his head, adjusting for it to fit comfortably around his toned body as he answers the door.

“Did you finally finish it? Do you know?”

The silver-haired male couldn’t help but let out a laugh of disbelief, shaking his head till the point of silver strands falling over his mismatched coloured eyes. He didn’t care about his role of being the perfect leader anymore. If destiny is leading him to have a soulmate and signs were now constantly in his face, Kakashi isn’t going to let it pass. He’s been alone for the majority of his life. No girl to kiss or hold after he comes back from missions. No girl to take care of and them taking care of him. No partner. He had been scared in the past, merely because he didn’t want to lose whoever he falls for but, it just means he will have to protect them through their lives together.

Kakashi wraps his arms around her waist to pull her in, slamming the door shut. There’s a mixture of last night’s lust and love in his gaze. “I always knew there was something about you and I cannot deny the attraction any longer. Nor the feelings that are quickly developing. You’ve shoved signs in my face constantly and I understand now.” Kakashi says softly, fingers threading through her silky hair.

Y/N’s cheeks feel hot as she gazes up at his bare face. He’s even more handsome without the mask on. Her fingertips dance lightly along his toned arms and he shivers visibly. They didn’t feel like a ghost’s touch anymore. “You were so late to know.” Y/N remarks as she rolls his eyes and Kakashi chuckles in response, his finger against her chin as he tilts her head. He leans down and finally their lips meet. It felt as if they were in their own love story as they could both feel the intense explosion of fireworks as they kiss lovingly. The comfort of being in each other’s arms leaving them breathless.

They stayed like this for a while, until finally, Kakashi pulls away. “I have a terrible habit of being late to anything. You’ll soon learn that.” He states with honesty, leading her to the couch. For those several months, Kakashi pushed back the lingering feelings that he knew were there, whenever Y/N was in his presence. He always attempted to be ignorant about it, excusing it as just admiring her beauty but now with the knowledge of soulmates; everything fell into place. They are made for one another. They were two jigsaw pieces that fit perfectly into their finished puzzle. Connected.

Y/N smiles warmly as she cups his cheek, bumping her nose lightly against his. They both could feel their love for one another. It was much stronger than the lust from last night. This made them feel like there were a dozen more butterflies fluttering in their stomach. Their hearts beating such intense love that sometimes, they are silent together and admiring what they’re going through. The young female gazes into his eyes, her body pressing up against his and enjoying the warmth.

“Thank you for hugging me in the forest.”

Kakashi smiles from the memory, keeping his own arms wrapped around her body. “Oh, it’s my pleasure.” Kakashi says as he leans in to kiss her once more. With happiness flowing through them, they stay together with their bodies linked and simply enjoying each other’s presence for the rest of the day. The once lonely soldier, now free to love his soulmate for eternity.

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