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#en music showdown #polls #fraternity #akatsuki #ensemble stars #enstars

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I like to try and untwist Hidan's "sharing pain" belief system from "get off of torturing someone for hours on end" to like "ways you can empathize with somone's suffering" only Hidan would do it in a weird poorly though through way. Like he's confused but still, it's a sweet gesture from someone as selfish as he is. Either way Kakuzu is left trying to figure out if he is mad at him for doing something so stupid, or touched because he would do something so stupid for him.

It's interesting to me, because Hidan's technique functions so much like ninshu. The principle of ninshu being a spiritual connection between people, to communicate and understand each other without words. Strangely enough his curse technique let's him do that on a physical level, he can connect to physical energy, which is most commonly pain. I think the origin of technique just like ninshu started out as something peaceful and then became weaponized.

oh and shoutout to akatsuki fraternity: missed memories chapter 4 because I was like there it is, my motivation to finally draw this because I am not alone with this brainworm!

#kakuhida #kakuzu #hidan #this technique would hit so hard for tantric/slow sex #physical empathy is interesting conceptually very easy to twist tho #my art #naruto #akatsuki #brainworms #their dynamic is interesting because used on others their abilities are weapons but on each other they provide relief #so like jiongu can make hidan whole and the curse mode can help kakuzu with alleviating emotional toll of pain #I DONT KNOW I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS

[f4erienotk4t]

Masterlist of Information (FTNewGen - kkumri)

The information on this page was collected from old Tumblr posts of kkumri. All the information was said directly or implied by kkumri.

Luna Dragneel. She is eccentric and acts out alone. She is oblivious when people hit on her. She uses color language (curse words). She is, secretly, a bookworm. She loves strawberries dipped in tuna paste. Gale and Storm call her a “Luna-tic”. She fawns over Storm’s “battle mode”. Luna is afraid of revealing her feelings for Storm, because he already goes soft on her when sparring. She spars with Gale. Her guild mark is located on her right shoulder and pink. She is a tsundere (harsh personality, but gradually becomes kinder). She is seventeen years old. She is a Sagittarius.

Nash Dragneel. He is gay. He has a huge appetite. He was born with heterochromia (one eye is a different color than the other). He is approachable, loud, and easily bashful and irritable. His emotions are easily wavered as well. He blushes crazy and cannot think straight when complimented, leading to people using his weakness to their advantage. He also tends to overthink. He is very forgetful. He is oblivious when people hit on him. He inherited his father’s fierce glare (when upset) and uses colorful language (curse words). He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). Nash and Storm like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder blade. He likes to marathon tv shows and sports. His hobbies include boxing, writing, and gaming. He is a Celestial Mage and uses Gun Magic. He takes and learns advice from his mother. Nash and Sylvia get along well! His parents accept him after his relationship with Reiki becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Nash and Reiki open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He is sixteen years old. He is a Pisces.

Storm Fullbuster. He is very frank (direct) in terms of communication. He tends to drift off in his daydreams. He has learned his father’s stripping habit. He likes soft things and ice pops. His hobbies include dancing, skating, and cooking. He uses Water Body and Ice Make Magic. He curses while in “battle mode”. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral and blue. He feels confident and secure of Luna’s reciprocal feelings for him. He understands Luna’s fears, of their relationship changing if she reveals her feelings for him, once he sees the gleam in her eyes when she spars with Gale. Storm and Nash like to spend time together and drink hot chocolate when it’s cold. He is seventeen years old. He is a Leo.

Sylvia Fullbuster. She is the most proper of her siblings. She can be dramatic. She had some complications during her birth, so she is weaker than her twin brother. She is older than her twin brother, Rin. She idolizes Asuka Connell. She uses water based magic and mainly uses them for healing purposes (she learns from her mother and Wendy Marvell). She has the ability to summon rain. Sylvia and Nash get along well! She is bolder than Akatsuki. Her guild mark is located on her right hip. She is eleven years old. She is an Aries.

Rin Fullbuster. He has a fraternal twin sister and he is protective of her. He is hot headed, dramatic, and easily jealous. He is also the worst to anger, because he causes the most destruction when upset. He is labeled as the joker of the FTNewGen. He is tanner than his twin sister, because he is sporty, and the time he spends outside, means he is in the harsh sunlight. He has a “big potty mouth”. He learned his father’s stripping habit. He idolizes Asuka Connell. He likes Rosemary (“the plant”) and betting. HIs hobbies include dressing up and sleeping. He has a cross tattoo on the back of his neck. He uses Plasma Beams and Earth Elements Magic. His magic requires a lot of high pain tolerance and he has the ability to summon lava from the ground. His guild mark is located on his right hip. He is eleven years old. He is an Aries.

Reiki Fernandes. He is bisexual. He can be bossy and competitive, yet is cool headed, well-mannered, and polite. He inherited his mother’s intense glare. He also is prepared for anything and finds cleaning swords therapeutic (like his mother). He loves his mother. He can be a “drama queen” and is a trusted leader. He usually steps out of brawls victorious and unharmed. He is an S-Class mage. He is a “lousy assed drinker” (he turns to it when he gets too stressed). He is quite vague in terms of communication. He is more buff than Storm. He tends to “baby” his little sister. He thinks Gale is hot (platonically). He begged Gale to “make him look more like his father”, so Gale gave Reiki his facial tattoo. He dated Nova for a bit, before breaking up with her because she was not her true self like how she was with Gale. He helps out his father with cooking at home. He likes strawberry cakes and corny films. His hobbies include teasing guildmates (especially Nash), training and exploring. His parents accept him after his relationship with Nash becomes public, and the news shocks the guild because “it wasn’t obvious”. In the future, it is likely that Reiki and Nash open an orphanage (basically adopting dozens of children). He uses Destruction Magic and is a sword wielder. His guild mark is located on his right shoulder blade. He is nineteen years old. He is a Leo.

Rosemary Fernandes. She loves her father. She is cool headed and well-mannered, but also a kamidere (self-absorbed). She loves awards and profit, yet is not greedy. She was born with an insane amount of magic power, leading to multiple failed kidnappings by evil wizards. “Holding back” is not in her dictionary. She is an S-Class mage when she becomes a teenager. She prefers solo missions. She uses Crystal Control and Energy Manipulation Magic. Her guild mark is located on the middle of her lower back. She likes nature, mementos, and music. Her hobbies include sword fighting, sewing, and dancing. She is ten years old. She is an Aquarius.

Gale Redfox. As a child, he was all “sunshine and rainbows”. He used to be weak and timid, causing him to be bullied frequently. He was a HUGE mama’s boy and, now, tries his best to overcome his attachment to his mother. He got involved in bad company, which turned him into a rebel. He used his magic power to prank people and destroy public property. He started to work out and hone his powers to prove people wrong. He dyed his hair dark blue to appear more intimidating. The more trouble he got into, the more his father got worried, leading to fights between the two to vent out frustrations. Gajeel tells Gale about his time in Phantom Lord and how he doesn’t want his son following the same path. Gale returns to Fairy Tail to make amends. His guild mark is located on his left pectoral. He prefers solo missions. The Fullbuster twins seem to have taken a liking to him! He spars with Luna. He learns tattoo art in his free time and believes his mother’s Script Magic is the prettiest art there is. He is a much better singer than his father and, secretly, has singing lessons with Mirajane Strauss. He likes to eat mutton with mint ice cream. He never curses, but he does label or nickname people. He is a kuudere (shut out, cold, shows no emotions). Gale is the one who gave Reiki his face tattoo after Reiki was begging him to make him more like his father. His feisty relationship with Nova causes him to fall for her (unknowingly). Her mental strength encourages Gale to become more powerful to win her heart, even when he knew she fell for Reiki. When Nova breaks down, after learning Reiki is together with Nash, Gale comforts her and confesses his feelings. He tells her he loves her sassy, prideful, vulgar, and hot headed self (along with her good, kind heart). He starts to go out on more missions with Nova and realizes the reciprocal feelings. He is eighteen years old. He is a Scorpio.

“Little Redfox daughter”. Her possible names are Mackenzie, Venetia, or Izusa. She is possibly short or "little". She is possibly younger or "little(r)" than her brother.

“MIRAXUS son”. His possible names are Kai, Raiden, or Kakumi. He is an S-Class mage. He looks scary, but is not.

Nova Dreyar. Her father treats her like his little princess. She is sassy and powerful. She can be intimidating (like her parents). She prides herself in maintaining Fairy Tail’s powerful reputation, but stresses out because of the public’s expectation of her being just as powerful as her parents. She trains herself extensively to the point of exhaustion, and her parents intervened to convince her that she did not have to live up to anyone’s expectations. Nova would taunt and tease Gale to pressure him into becoming more powerful to prove her wrong. She keeps a close eye on Nash and Rin (the more destructive members of Fairy Tail). She is closest to Asuka Connell, Reiki Fernandes, and Gale Redfox. She falls for Reiki and that becomes glaringly obvious. Nova and Reiki dated for a while before the relationship ended. She becomes vulnerable with Gale, who comforts and confesses his feelings for her, and reveals her frailty when it comes to the matters of her heart. The pair go out on more missions together and Nova realizes her true feelings for Gale. She vents her frustrations through witty sarcasm. She likes horoscopes and horse riding. Her hobbies include bartending and biking. Her guild mark is located on her right thigh. She uses Omnicounter Magic. She is eighteen years old. She is a Capricorn.

Akatsuki Eucliffe. He is Sabertooth’s log keeper and, possibly, has no magic power. His guild mark is located on his left shoulder. He is very intelligent. He likes bowties and ties. His hobbies include reading, writing, and photography. He believes Sylvia is a pretty girl, and he is shy and secretive about his feelings for her. He is eleven years old. He is a Virgo.

#fairy tail #ftnewgen #fairy tail new generation #kkumri #luna dragneel #nash dragneel #storm fullbuster #sylvia fullbuster #rin fullbuster #reiki fernandes #rosemary fernandes #gale redfox #venetia redfox #gajevy daughter #kai dreyar #miraxus son #nova dreyar #akatsuki eucliffe #not my ocs #masterlist of information (FTNewGen) #ftng #fairy tail next generation #fairy tail kids #ftnextgen

[gakkubi]

Yahiko and Konan are in college and in love ♡ | Based on @foriamproud 's fanfiction The Akatsuki Fraternity on Ao3!

#foriamproud #myart #yahikona #konan #yahiko #naruto au #college au #naruto #i love this fanfic so much i'm just çlsçasasokasçsasa #yahikonan

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Kabuto Yakushi x Reader Headcanons

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Kabuto Yakushi Relationship Headcanons, Modern/College AU

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Again (Kabuto x reader, angst)

Fraternizing and Spineless Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part VPart VI Finale

Male Nurse

My Boy (Kabuto x Rival!Reader) Part I Part II 

Idiot (Kabuto x Rival!Reader)

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Consequences (Kabuto x Reader) Oneshot

Addition (Kabuto x Reader)

Too Many Questions (Kabuto x Reader)

Persistence (Kabuto x Reader)

Persistence (rewrite) Part I

The Good Menus (Kabuto x Reader) Modern AU Oneshot

And they were roommates... (Kabuto x Sick!Reader) Oneshot

Do You Remember?/Not There Yet (Kabuto x Reader) Oneshot 

A Perfect μl (Kabuto x Reader) Oneshot

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Orochimaru Relationship Headcanons Boruto Era

Orochimaru x Naive!Reader Relationship Headcanons

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[phlebaswrites]

International Fanworks Day 2022

Thank you so much to the Creative Lounge for making these bingo cards for International Fanworks Day 2022!

I filled out both cards and there are a lot of stories so I’m putting the rest of this post under a cut.

Favourite Trope: Seducing Tobirama for the pining trope. So much pining!

SO much research: Courting Culture Confusion. I keep having to break for research spirals. 🤣

Smallest thing you made: No Stars in the Sky. Only 41 words.

Was supposed to be a one-shot: Escape and Evade. This was only ever supposed to be a short thing - the first chapter was supposed to be a stand alone one shot. Whoops. It ended up being 38K and the first part of a series that is currently 490K... and still ongoing.

Flowed from my fingertips fully-formed: (Im)pure Chaos. It just happened!

Created during a weird rush of energy: Founders Fairy Tales. I wrote 11K over two days - I don't know what happened.

Cried while creating this: Not Even the Law Can Help You. Oh yeah. Buckets of tears.

Train wreck turned into awesomeness: Orienting an Orbit. This story fought me like hell, but I quite like how it turned out.

I had to create new tags: Sharks Hug With Their Mouths. I definitely had to create new tags for this, including a new tag for the relationship.

No beta no regrets: Almost everything I've ever written. Only one of my stories has been beta'd - Silence is Golden.

I invented this rare pair: Blondes Save the World. This relationship tag didn't exist on AO3 before I wrote it, and this is still the only story on AO3 with this ship.

Au/crossover that no-one asked for: The Wrong Question. Definitely no one asked for this one. 🤣

Successfully wrestled into submission: Slither and Stalk. Another story that fought me, but I actually like.

Fave OC-centric work: Home is in the Heart (of the Ocean). Niko is my very first OC in Naruto fandom and she's dear to my heart.

Was supposed to be fluff, (I swear): The Closing of Our Shared Narrative. I don't know how the angst crept in...

I sleep-created this: Bad Moon Rising. The second chapter was entirely plotted in my sleep - I'm a lucid dreamer so I do that sometimes.

Biggest thing you made: To Tempt a Target. 114K words. The only thing bigger is the series bible which currently stands at 141K.

The one that haunts my dreams (finished or un): There are three of these, all unfinished. Death is Not the End - because the short story that I posted is only the beginning of a giant AU, Hold Your Children Precious - a really dark cannon divergence AU, and an as yet untitled (and utterly crack) idea in which Naruto canon is actually a D&D campaign played by the members of the Akatsuki IRL. Hidan is a med student and health nut, which should really tell you exactly how crack it is...

So underrated: The Mirror Wheel Eye by @pentapoda​. I cannot believe this only has 157 kudos!

Made you feel emotions (how dare): A Gift Just for You by @creative-sweets​. Super sweet and cute!

Brought you into a fandom/ship: As Is the Sea Marvelous by @blackkatmagic​. The story that dragged me screaming (with joy) on to the MadaTobi ship and gave me an understanding of the Founders Era.

Learned so much from this: a symbol of subjugation by evocates. A seminal foundation of this fandom for me.

Fanwork that inspired me to create fanworks: naruto short fic tumblr fills by @robininthelabyrinth​. My very first Naruto story is based on chapter 89 (Run) and written with nirejseki's permission.

Fave twist on a trope: Konoha is the Clownfish AU of the shinobi world by drelfina. Amazing take on the mpeg trope, just amazing.

Made me scream in the comments: Wingtips by @good-grievance​. Scream, keyboard smash, everything.

A+ characterisation: blood rare and sweet as cherry wine by @asukaskerian​. Fantastic characterisation, just wonderful, and such fantastic world building! Fraternal polyamory! Incredible!

So fluffy it gave me cavities: Storehouse Treasure by @dahtwitchi​. This is the story to reread when I want to be happy. I could just squeeze Kura forever, she is so cute! (Although Madara would murder me.)

Helped me to heal: (If you are not by my side) What does it matter if I can ascend to the highest peak? by drelfina. The very first story I read with the MadaTobi pairing and the one which made me go, “wait, is this Naruto?????”

The one everyone should read: Under a Teardrop Moon by @writhingbeneathyou​. To describe this would be to ruin it. Just read it, it's wonderful.

Reread immediately: Of Demon Fish and Time Travel by @kitsunekage88​. Amazing time travel AU. I cannot help but re-read it whenever I see it.

Spiciest smut: Gentle Scales by @artbythedarkside​. I'm a huge fan of this story. HUGE.

Hurt so good: We Bleed the Same by @madmothmadame​. Oh god. So good, and so painful, I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Lost sleep, no regrets: In the Eye of the Beholder by @hali-ra​. I read all 90K in a single night and I regret nothing. NOTHING.

Hats off to this mash-up: oh, but the revelation of stardust by @pearlescentpearl​. MCU and Naruto are not fandoms that I ever thought could be smashed together but WOW. I read this story before I even knew who Tobirama was, and it's only gotten more excellent since.

The head cannon that lives in my head rent-free: Eyestealer by @robininthelabyrinth​. Amazing. I have never seen this concept done anywhere else and I cannot write Hashirama without thinking of this story.

Is it weird that I want to fic this fic?: Tobirama-Centric Snippets and Oneshot Collection by @kitsunesongs​. Chapter 7 (To the Waters and the Wilds) and chapter 9 (The Senju Spring Festival) are especially inspiring!

Pulled off a really tricky scenario: I'm powerful (with a little bit of tender) by @silverutahraptor​. Beautiful lyrical story telling. Chapter three is my favourite.

Wish it were canon: War In Times of Peace by @raendown​. Oh this one, how I wish it were canon, I really do!

Fave OC-centric work: Doing the Work by MarbleGlove. An absolute joy to read, an incredible example of how an original character can impact canon.

The one that I hold out hope that it will be updated one day: Captured Crimson by @emilx311​. I waited... and it happened! Good things do come to those who wait! 💚💚💚💚💚

#IFD2022 #fandom #OTW #naruto #fanfiction #Phlebas Writes #Phlebas Reads #Phlebas Recs

[kunoichihatake]

A Taste of Heaven

Prompt: “Can I get a modern au seven minutes in heaven scenario with Deidara? It can just be the Akatsuki friend group so that’s less characters to deal with lmao but maybe they’re in high school or something?” @butterfly-showers

A/n: Chloe bby I know this is like 8 months late I am so sorry...I hope you still enjoy it tho 😖💞

Pairing: Deidara x female reader

Words: 1.5k+

Warnings: smut, mentions of drinking, Hidan being a nutcase

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“Want to come to a frat party with me on Saturday?” It was a crisp fall day, and you and your best friend, Itachi Uchiha, were walking to class together.

You blinked, surprised. “A frat party? That doesn’t sound like your scene.”

Itachi laughed gently. “Well, it’s not exactly a frat. It’s more of a social group -- they want me to join, so they invited me to a party to get to know everyone.”

“So like...a group of fraternity rejects, then.” You chuckled.

Itachi blushed slightly. “Yeah, I guess. I just think it’d be good to expand my horizons, especially since I was such a bookworm in high school.”

You nodded. You and Itachi had been best friends since sophomore year of high school, and you could attest that he had always had his nose in a book, not being one for sports or the social scene. You were glad that now that the two of you were in college, he was beginning to branch out a bit.

“So, do you want to come with me? I’d, uh, appreciate the company.”

You smiled. “Yeah, that’d be fun.” The two of you had reached the English building by then, and you waved goodbye as he headed off to his Asian Literature class and you walked into your Intro to Communication lecture.

The professor was late, as usual, and you found yourself staring dreamily at the blonde in the front row, as you always did. You didn’t know why, but something about him was so captivating to you; he was always molding bits of clay on his desk, completely oblivious to the rest of the world. Sometimes he talked to himself, causing all the other students in the class to sit a good distance away from him, and each time you couldn’t help but laugh.

As if reading your thoughts, the blonde paused and turned around, his bright blue eyes meeting your own. You felt your face grow warm and quickly hid your face behind your textbook, though not soon enough to miss the grin that spread across his face.

--

“Hey, Itachi, glad you could make it.” A very tall man whose skin was slightly blue opened the door, and the loud music playing inside the small house crashed into you like a tsunami. “I see you brought a friend?”

“I’m Y/n,” you said, giving him a small wave. The man grinned, showing a row of pointy teeth.

“Kisame,” he offered in return. You nodded, and Kisame moved out of the doorway so you and Itachi could enter. You took a look around as you walked in. The party was small -- only about a dozen other people were there, mostly guys, and they all seemed to know each other. There was a shirtless white-haired man dancing on a table covered in what you hoped was fruit punch, and a guy and a girl, each with a ton of piercings, standing in the corner talking quietly to each other.

“Itachi, my man!” A bright voice emerged from the kitchen, and you turned to see no other than the guy from your communication class in front of you. “Hey, aren’t you in Intro Comm with Smith?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” you said, your cheeks warming again. The blonde grinned brightly, walking over and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“I’ve noticed you staring at me,” he said quietly in your ear, his tone darker than just seconds prior. “What’s that about?” Your face grew even warmer.

“I, uh,” you stammered, “I really like your art. You know, like the little clay models you make.”

The blonde broke out into a huge grin again. “Glad someone here appreciates my art,” he said loudly, shooting a glare at a redheaded guy across the room. He looked far too young to be at a frat party, but had the air of an old man. The blonde turned back to you. “I’m Deidara.”

“I’m Y/n.”

“Alright, whores! Let’s play seven minutes in heaven!” The white-haired man jumped off the table and ran to the couch, plopping dramatically into the cushions and waggling his eyebrows at you. You frowned, and you felt Deidara’s grip on your shoulder tighten.

“That’s Hidan,” he said, speaking in your ear once more. “He’s insane. I think he has every STD known to man.” You paled, and Deidara laughed.

“He won’t stop being annoying until we join him, so you may as well sit,” murmured a hooded man as he passed. You and Deidara took a seat on the couch opposite Hidan. Itachi smiled at you when he sat, moving his eyes to where Deidara’s hand remained on your shoulder and giving you a suggestive look. You rolled your eyes at him, and he smiled.

A black bag was passed around, and each person in the circle put an object of theirs in. The bag eventually made its way back to its owner, and the game began. First, Hidan and the hooded man -- Kakuzu -- were paired, and for the seven minutes they were locked in the coat closet all you heard was yelling and thudding from behind the chipped door. You were so unnerved you made a face, but Deidara only rubbed your shoulder and assured you that they’d be fine, they’re just like that. You nodded, still a bit put off by the two.

Too soon, the bag had made its way to you. You took a deep breath, reaching your hand in cautiously and grasping something smooth and round. You pulled it out and saw that it was a beaded bracelet, each bead a smooth and polished cherrywood.

Deidara squeezed your shoulder. “That’s mine, muse.” For what seemed like the millionth time that night, your face grew hot as a furnace. Hidan oohed, and you felt as if you were having an out-of-body experience as Deidara helped you up and walked you to the closet. Someone shut the door behind you, and suddenly you were in the dark, his face so close to yours you could feel his warm breath on your nose.

“I know about your little crush on me,” he said, and you could tell by his tone he was smirking. Deidara’s hand fell to your waist, gripping your side and pulling your body against his. “I think it’s cute.”

“Deidara…” you said, but were cut off when he placed his lips on yours. You leaned into his kiss, feeling his lips move against yours, soft and warm and somewhat wet. His hand traced circles into your side, and each movement sent electricity through your body.

Deidara pulled away. “We only have seven minutes, y’know.” He pulled out his phone and shone the flashlight on his hand, illuminating a tattoo that looked like a mouth with teeth and a tongue emerging from his palm. “Why don’t I show you what this tattoo means?”

You blinked, confused, but realization dawned on you when Deidara grasped your belt buckle. He paused, waiting for your consent.

“Yes,” you breathed, feeling your body grow warm. Deidara unbuckled and unzipped your pants, and cupped his hand over your sex. You felt the wetness pooling in your pussy at his touch. He slipped a finger inside.

“My, my, so wet already.” You could do nothing but nod and grip onto Deidara’s shoulders as he pumped his finger in and out. He added a second finger and almost simultaneously started rubbing your clit with his thumb. You nearly collapsed, gripping onto his shoulders for dear life and biting your lip so hard you knew you would draw blood.

Deidara inserted a third finger and kept pumping and rubbing, and you began to see stars. He leaned his mouth toward your ear, hot breaths panting into your hair.

“Say my name.”

You paused for a moment, anxiety freezing your words; but Deidara stopped pumping, and you knew you needed to give him something too. “Deidara,” you moaned into his ear, whispering as quietly as you could. He began his ministrations again, faster this time, as if he were trying to pull your orgasm out as quickly as possible. You gasped. “Dei-deidara!” You felt your orgasm wash over you in no time, stars clouding your already obscured vision.

Deidara pulled his hand out of your pants, and you heard him lick your fingers. “Mmm, you taste so good, muse.” He gave you a sloppy kiss, and you tasted yourself on his lips, making your core ache despite your orgasm. Deidara helped you zip and buckle your pants, pulling his hands away just as the door opened.

You blinked, finding Itachi’s face grinning at you from the light. “Did you enjoy yourself?” You tried to stabilize your breathing, and heard chuckles in the background.

Deidara placed his hand on your shoulder once more -- the hand that had been inside of you only a minute prior. “Yes, she did,” he said cockily, and the party erupted into laughter. As the two of you sat down, Deidara pulled out his phone once more, an empty contact open on the screen.

“Mind if I get your number? I could show you some more of my tattoos.”

You grinned, already excited about what else he might do. “Of course.”

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[pinkrelish]

The Night Bird's Plea

Chapter Summary: Skin contact. Bare fingers tracing his palm. That's all it took and he was done for. The cursed seal warned him, time and time again, but as frequent customer of misery, Obito ignored it until it was too late.

Kotori looked on in horror.

Chapter: 6/13

Words: 6.3k

Read: AO3 / FFnet

Chapter 6: Coincidences

Across the lifespan of a single human, events are bound to repeat themselves. Coincidences happen. Select words or phrases spoken elicit a sense of deja vu. Memories play tricks on those susceptible to seeking where things should not be sought. Actions contributed to one are faulted for another; brain growing fatigued with age and not recalling as sharply as it once did.

Thus, Kotori dismissed Tobi’s exact replications of scenarios from the past as innocent spur of the moment nonsense. Nothing to be examined further. He wasn’t aware they were another knock on the door of her heart. Asking permission to open a world of regret. Tobi wasn’t to blame for her sudden disappearance, either.

She felt horrible about abandoning him there. Leaving him at the lake when they were both susceptible to staring off into the viciously white distance. Lost in memories after what he said. Deserting him when he mirrored her abject silence. When everything became too much.

Which is why she was in this position now, hunched over the counter in her modest kitchen in her unconventional teashop in her mystical town, kneading ground matcha pigment into mochi dough to be used for wagashi under the single dark eye of her suitor. If she were to believe she were being courted and not duped for the only person in entirety of the Akatsuki and their retinue who could withstand being in Tobi’s vicinity for more than two minutes.

The man in question leaned against the counter next to her. Dressed in his usual black garb. Orange swirl mask freshly polished with citrus peel. Scarf resting on his chest, under his folded arms. Head tipped watching her work, legs crossed at the ankles. Exuding a casual, calm demeanor she was growing accustomed to. Getting the idea he did not show it often. And ignoring the delightful twinge in her core at the implication of her being special for seeing this side of him.

“Sorry about leaving you the other day,” she apologized for not the first, nor the second time.

Tobi lowered his voice to a soothing tone, “I said it was okay-” He ducked out of the way as she wrenched open the cabinet door behind his head.

Any excuse to stop the hunger in her blood when he spoke to her that way.

Kotori rose to her tiptoes and curved her body around his, scoping out the containers on the shelf. Hands foraging, filling her arms with the items she needed. Loading the ingredients one by one. Not touching him. Never touching him in this space where they were alone without interruption. Maintaining a barrier of understanding between their bodies.

He kept his hands to himself. Reserved. Restrained. Because one of them had to be, so he bore the responsibility of denying themselves the temptations they could not succumb to.

Tobi may not have meant to create such visceral responses to the things he said, and the soft touches he gave her, but the nightmares were all the same.

Sure, she fraternized with the Akatsuki, but falling for a criminal who could not devote his time to her--could not make her a priority--and the constant worry he could be dead and she wouldn’t know was not a life she was willing to lead anymore. Not since the accident in her youth..

A destined spy, Kotori’s espionage skills granted her a rank in the ANBU as soon as she graduated the Academy. Secured her the ability to protect the village, which in turn meant protecting her friends. Ensure their safety. Except for the one she loved--left one night on a standard mission during the war times, never to return.

The shattered ANBU mask was placed before the Hokage’s desk the day she learned of Obito’s death through whispers of gossip, not from the mouths of adults feigning to care about her. Resigning from her duty with as much respect as she was shown; she left the village and never looked back. Damned to roam from country to country in search of a purpose. Something to occupy her time until her very end.

Attachments weren’t worth it.

They never were, but especially not now.

Spending mornings, noons, and nights with Tobi was a mutual agreement that it was a fun waste of time. Nothing could come of it. They could never be. Entertaining each other until he could no longer come see her; body bloating in some far off country, then decaying, feeding the earth.

She wasn’t wise as to why he experienced the same apprehension in regards to growing close to her, but it was apparent--screaming loud--when their chakras touched in the snow. So familiar, so wanting, yet so repulsed when they met.. If you ignored the seedy undercurrent of longing before the disgust slapped at their joined fingers.

He had his secrets, painful secrets, that kept him from connecting to anyone. Or at least her.

It was unfortunate she found him so curious, so enchanting, and so unwittingly disastrous to those vows she made about never falling for anyone again.

These dates, these scheduled meetings, weren’t like the others she experienced over the years with incompatible men who hardly kept her interest for more than a night.

These felt different.

Different, and unfathomably right.

~~~

For a long while, Obito watched her decorate bite-sized squares of spice cakes, alternating between holding in shallow breaths and blue-faced sighs as the cursed seal rinsed his heart of blood.

She was having a fierce stare down with the stencils on the cakes. Peeling back the edges, they left a knife-sharp outline of a maple leaf in powdered sugar. Except a speckle here and there ruining the image. Still, somewhat satisfied with the result, she wiped her hands free of crumbs on her linen half apron cinched snug around her waist and started on the next project, spinning around for her piping bag. Frantic. Like a busy bee buzzing about a hive. A streak of flour on her cheek from when her bangs tickled her and she swiped at them without thinking. Looking so domestic and attractive and alluring in the most horrible ways.

Taunting him with a life he couldn’t have.

“There’s a gift exchange with the Akatsuki tomorrow night,” he said. “Do you want to go to Yugakure with me? I drew Konan’s name from the hat.”

“And how do you suppose I’ll be of any help?” she asked, piping a swirl of white icing on chocolate wafer cookies in the shape of trees.

“You’re a woman. You’d know better than me what women like.”

“You’re a man. What do men like?”

Bent over like that in form fitting pants, he could think of a few things, but chose sinlessness. “Tobi likes sweets. Tobi would appreciate lots of snacks! Cakes, cookies, ice cream-”

“Okay, Tobi,” she consented, plopping down her piping bag, dripping icing from the tip and solidifying her playful annoyance by cocking her hip.

Awareness coiled between them like a viper ready to strike, looking at each of them with almighty glassy eyes, imploring them to heed their warnings that this was a bad idea. It would only end in heartache. Disaster. They should stop now. Stop the inclination to spend more time.. all their time together.

“How do you suppose we get to Yuga?” she asked, crushing the viper’s head despite its wisdom and certainty. “Even with my speed that is, uh, a journey, and I have to finish these desserts by tonight.”

“I have a way.”

One step and he was at her side. Another step and he was at her back. A skip in her heartbeat and his gloved hands were over her eyes. Depriving her of her skill. Her ability. Her gift.

The world he gave her was pitch black.

“Tobi?” The wobble of uncertainty in her voice matched the one in her knees.

“Kotori,” Tobi shushed her gently.

Unrivaled heat etched itself over her eyelids, her forehead, the top of her cheek. She memorized it not in fondness, but in the fevered stress of adrenaline signaling danger.

Tobi shushed her again. “You can let go.”

Words so loud in her ear, she couldn’t help but listen. Listen and drop her strained fingers from clawing at the pressure point in his wrist. Not realizing she was doing it in the first place.

Acute panic rose in her throat. “Why are you-”

“I’m taking us to Yuga,” he answered.

The room tilted under her feet. Then the floor disappeared. She stood on nothing but air. The rush of wind on her face. Landing on solid ground. A pause in time. An area with no temperature. No smell. No sounds other than Tobi’s breathing. Nothing to gleam of her other senses. Hollow, except the body heat at her back. A waiting room. Purgatory.

Overwhelmed. Disoriented.

Kotori stumbled back. Away from whatever this was.

Tobi caught her with his entire chest, squeezing his arms around her. Leather gloves creasing as if he too wanted to solve this puzzle if it meant consoling her. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” he promised her, breath flowing from under his mask, cooling the sweat on her nape.

“Sorry,” she exhaled. “I know, you’re.. you’re just playing. Being you,” she stated the lie to comfort herself. Buy her time.

She was rusty, but the gut instinct to contract her important muscles and relax the rest kicked in. Pretend she wasn’t afraid. Conserve energy and then explode in power on her assailant. Ambush them with trickery, because that was her strong suit. Being dressed down in her kitchen meant she didn’t have blades on her, but he didn’t know that. Regardless, her fists were fine weapons. Her muscles--still able to shield her organs to some degree. Tracking rogue-nin for Kakuzu came with minimal hand to hand combat, but her taijutsu could impair him long enough to-

“Kotori.”

She went pliant.

Tobi enveloped her, rocked her steadily, enshrouded her in all the sweet things the rational side of her wanted to reject. Repetition of what he’d done before at the festival, in the snow. Holding her while her mind was in contention with her very self. Needing to draw the line between their intimacy; remove herself from becoming attached. But she couldn’t.

He felt right.

How nice it was to be hugged to his chest. Falling into it. Shunning the rational side. Greedily wrapping herself in his warmth. Inhaling his unique scent carried by the citrus on his mask. Able to discern the minute twitch of his right thumb over her cheek before he moved it more purposefully. Stroking the expanse of her cheek bone to rid her of the dusty flour. Lulling her into his embrace.

The expanse of his firm chest swelled with a question asking the world of her. His taut jaw went lax and he whispered, strong arms drawing her in, “Trust me.”

The unknown world tilted, floor disappearing, but not falling away. It was replaced by the crunch of frozen grass, chilled under drops of morning dew. The smell of sweet pine sap. Humid air mixing with frigid temperatures to create a chilly mist clinging to her skin.

The telltale signs they arrived in Yugakure; the tourist village consisting of more hot springs than you could imagine uses for.

“We’re here,” his words were muddled, lips pressed to his mask, mask pressed to her hair. Nose mashed to the facade. Wishing it wasn’t there. Wishing he had the bravery to dispose of it while her eyes were incapacitated.

Above all, wishing their circumstances were different.

“Do you trust me?” Kotori asked.

Tobi didn’t answer.

Unknotting her hands from her apron, she reached up. Slow, so as to not scare him. The length of muscles holding her up went rigid. Biceps pinned her upper arms to her sides. Thumb no longer stroking her cheek. Bent legs bracketing hers. Readying themselves for defense, suspicious of her next move.

Gentle fingertips grazed his gloves.

He went weak in the knees.

Kotori traced his long fingers hidden under the thick leather. Admired the intricate stitching over his wide hand. Trailed her nails over his knuckles jutting out, poised to stop her, yet they didn’t. He didn’t resist; and when he didn’t dissuade her, she proceeded with her modest desire.

With featherlight urging, she persuaded one hand to peel away. Cloudy daylight burned through her eyelids, turning her dark world piercing orange for the briefest moment before his other hand slid across her face. Covering one eye with the heel of his palm and the other with his fingers. Each digit twitching and settling to obscure her from the truth once more. Relapsing into the darkness.

Without sight, she rested his obedient hand in both of hers. In the midst of his uncertainty, that’s all he could allow himself to give, one hand. To Kotori, that was wonderful. She cradled it in the nest of her palms like an injured bird. Delicate and patient in her discovery of what laid beneath the leather. She ran her thumb under the glove, testing his fortitude, his willingness to let her explore, and he gave no objection.

But would he let her give in to a temptation?

Tobi’s breath came heavy. His shoulders slouched forward, forcing the expanse of his chest to bend around her frame. Legs and arms on either side of her. All of him around her like a cloak, keeping her from view like she was the one with an identity to veil. Leaning on her like she leaned on him. Relying on each other to keep themselves upright through sheer tension.

He buried his cold mask to the crook of her neck, hoping she would think he was looking over her shoulder to make sure she wasn’t up to no good, but the gentle sigh that escaped made it all too obvious his endeavor was not of the distrustful kind.

“You can take it off,” he murmured. His fingers fidgeted over her eyes. Her fingers fidgeted with the glove. Fumbled. Clumsy with anticipation. Tamping down the urge to rip it off and throw it away; she instead collected what patience she had and undressed the bottom of his hand.

A simple gesture being met with a not-so-simple backstory.

“Why does it feel so..” She struggled to find a non-offensive adjective to describe what she was discovering, but gave up when words evaded her.

She slid her nimble forefinger further up his glove and dipped it between his ring and middle finger, running it down the middle of his palm to his wrist like she was finding her place in a book. A marvelous tale of mystery in which the male lead had the most intriguing hand she had ever not seen.

His hand appeared to be two lost puzzle pieces shoved together with odd curved edges puckering below her fingertip where they met. On one side, his thumb twitched when she prodded the muscle below his warm skin. The other side, it was dense. Lacking heat. A bit rubbery to the touch and had little give. Smooth, hairless. Unresponsive to her investigation.

“You can think of it as a skin graft,” he mumbled the string of words like he was under a spell she unknowingly cast. “It- It is a skin graft. From an injury. It covers a lot of me.. Scar tissue too.” Substantial information coaxed with each pass of pacifying brushes of her thumb in the center of his palm, circling his feeling and unfeeling skin. Massaging away walls between their converged bodies one humble graze at a time.

“That sounds painful, whatever caused it. I’m sorry you went through that.”

“Don’t be sorry.” His hand slipped from her eyes. Wandered down her face to cup her jaw. Unpossessive, weak. Anchoring himself to her. Body failing. No longer able to stand. Going slack in his last moments. Black curtains in the corner of his eye drawing in. “Never be sorry for me,” he said. Exhausted.

Obito would remember the one word that crossed his mind when Kotori’s bare fingers made contact with the naked, sensitive side of his palm: joy. Turbulent joy that spread elation through his feeble body in the frigid mountains bordering Yuga. Giving him a second wind to combat his heavy lid from his final blink to survey her beauty like it was a gift bestowed upon him. The side profile of the one woman he disappointed time and time again. He didn’t deserve her kindness. Not back then, not now.

Summoning his ebbing strength, he concentrated his chakra to their joined palms. Smiling when she squeezed his hand and sighed, lulling her head to the column of his neck, mouth hung open in pure bliss.

Hopeless as ever, Obito spent his final shallow breath to indulge in what the cursed seal forbade. He placed a chaste kiss to her hair, his mask acting as a barrier between them. An unremarkable kiss for someone he owed much more.

Still, he remained brave when faced with his imminent demise.

She was happy.

All was well.

He was happy.

“Tobi?” Kotori yanked his glove back on. Her feet were starting to slide out from under her, thighs burning in effort to stand as he bore down on her shoulders. He had brought her to a hill and she was on the slope.

“Tobi?” she asked more urgently, patting up his arm, feeling her way to his mess of hair and ruffling it playfully. Misconstruing the situation as one of his jokes. Until it very much wasn’t.

“I’m opening my eyes,” she warned. Desperate to keep herself talking, interacting. Anything to distract herself from the horror lurking in the back of her mind. Unconsciously keeping track of the fact he hadn’t spoken, hadn’t drawn a breath in some time. In reality it may have been fractions of seconds, but her brain couldn’t process that. Not when he was slumped over like a fresh corpse.

Twisting under the weight piled on her shoulders, she came face to mask with his unresponsive body. Zeroing in on the closed eye in the blur of orange. Softened wrinkles at the edge. Long black lashes fanning skin with a slight tan, no puffiness nor a dark circle in view. Just the tapered ends of scars tearing through the tissue in the same pattern as his mask.

His chakra dimmed.

She bit her inner cheek to silence her terrified whimper and fought his body from sending them both down the hill. Flattened her palms to his chest and pushed with all her might. Shoes slipping, digging in the balls of her feet for purchase, ripping out the dead brown blades of grass, snapping their roots in clumps. Forehead pressed to faux forehead, pleading for the eye to open.

Shouts became pitiful cries. “Tobi? What’s wrong? Are you hurt somewhere? Please tell me. Please tell me what’s wrong. I’ll go to the village and find help, just wait here. Just-”

Kotori was beyond herself.

His eye darted behind the eyelid, but hers were shut. Owlish eyes closed, rejecting all that they perceived. Shut off from the world of truths and facts. Lips merely moving to mumble things to occupy herself from the trajectory she was headed, spiraling into memories she wished she’d forget.

“Please, Tobi,” she whispered, balancing his weight on her forearms to prop his face between her palms, careful to not knock the mask. “If you faint and break your neck on those trees down there, what am I supposed to tell the Akatsuki, huh?”

The eyelid lifted, showcasing a glazed over eye. Charcoal black. Pedestrian and unassuming. Ashes covering secret embers.

“What sort of present would Konan like? Does she take baths? Like candles? Does she read a lot?” she rambled, grasping at anything to fill the void.

“She likes paper.”

Kotori snapped out of her miserable spiral to stare into the single eye very much alive, and awake, and mocking her.

“Konan likes paper,” he clarified.

“You fucking moron,” she gasped out. Rearing back, she thumped her forehead on his mask in a weak headbutt, her hands falling from his cheeks to smack his chest; intending to shove him away, but she lingered too long. She was further down the slope than she realized and her hands were stuck catching him until he gained his footing. Trying her best to appear nonchalant about her face flushed with frustration at the imbecile, the absolute provocateur, who had the gall to pull one over on her after such a tender--to her--moment. Who insisted on taking his time to find his balance, hovering so close they could be mistaken as lovers about to share a kiss with their bodies pressed together like that. “That wasn’t funny.”

Tobi edged backwards more than necessary to put distance between them and rubbed the back of his neck to rid him of nervous energy. “Tobi is sorry! Just playing a prank on Miss Kotori.”

“You scared me.”

“Tobi is sorry.” Her face softened from its sternness, but the glint of unease reflected in her narrowed eyes, and her mouth wrung in wariness. He lowered his voice to his natural register, “I’m sorry, genuinely.”

“Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t.”

Drained from the waning adrenaline, she didn’t have it in her to confront the metaphorical and literal uphill battle, continuing her dispirited descent to the woodland edge of Yuga. Not having the energy to explain why she couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the panic from intertwining itself in her words, nor the streaks on her cheeks from the stir of emotions she kept locked away behind the door of her heart. Excruciating reminders of another year without him. Another year drumming up an excuse to not visit his grave in Konoha; if he had one.

Ignoring the past like she ignored the guilt and regret.

Kotori mindlessly puttered through spiderwebs refracting frozen droplets, tromped on waterlogged twigs, and pulped inedible mushrooms in her daze weaving in and out of the hazy fog to the city of hot springs.

The hill was warmed in the stunning sun, surrounded by a forest of pines casting her desertion in shadow. A squirrel dropped its acorn to follow Kotori, sensing beyond its natural senses that she needed a companion.

Obito watched her retreat with wicked mirth.

He watched her leave. Because he could.

She was upset and he was alive to see it.

The curse did not kill him. It was beatable. He could endure it. Conquer it. Master it. Deconstruct Madara’s contingency plan and reassembled it to his liking. Madara’s benevolent seal was insurance on his life; allowing him to live because he had no other choice, no other disciples. No other wolves in sheep’s clothing.

It hurt like hell--dying, that is. It was far from pleasant, but the temporary pain proved worthwhile once more.

Obito could touch Kotori. Hug her, stroke her hair, dare to press his ungloved hands to her skin, invite more and more intimate acts between them knowing it was survivable. Confirming his threshold for pain was a mere hurdle to be jumped if it meant perfecting his vision for the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

The crescendo of his life plunged to a faint stutter of off tempo beats missing the fineness of rhythm only to be swept into the gradual growth of another climax.

He took a step towards the direction Kotori left in. A hearty one, stamping his foot down with renewed vigor. Taking leaps down the hill. Swinging his arms wide through the forest. Slapping water off the low hanging branches. Breathing his collapsed lungs full of sickly sweet scent of sap. Turned his face up to the clouds and laughed. And laughed. Maniacal. Insane.

Victorious.

~~~

Obito took the most direct route through the village. Bumping the shoulders of those in his way, pushing aside vacationers with arms full of excess consumerism, barreling through the town like a menace with one goal: following the trail of chakra leading him to his opulent gem hiding in plain sight all these years. Under his nose. Incensing him for turning down the numerous opportunities he had to travel with Kakuzu to her indistinct village, never imagining his spy contact would be her.

Now, he could throw caution to the wind and make up for lost time.

Take the plunge and treat her as he always wanted.

“Hey,” Obito whispered into her ear as a precursor for his phantom-like reveal in the small bookshop. She did not appreciate his exuberance. Nor his sleight of hand tucking a red maple leaf into her braids.

Kotori paid him little mind, surveying the options for gifts on the table in the middle of the walkway when entering through the door. She chose two things out of the array after eyeing the spread: a tanned leather journal, and a cloth bound novel.

Perturbed at being brushed off with a short, frustrated hum so mute it hardly disturbed the dust catching the light from the store’s windows, Obito made his intentions known.

Finally, he could act upon repressed desires spanning over a decade.

Obito placed his arm around her shoulders. No need to facilitate an excuse. He was simply acting on an impulse he no longer denied. He wanted to put his arm around her like she was his girlfriend, so he did.

Kotori shifted her weight, accepting her position as the personal stoop for his arm, letting it rest there without dispute. In fact, she leaned into his latch on reality. Flexed her bicep under his curious grazing fingers. Breaking down the steel in his muscles when he prepared himself to be told off like a scorned woman ought to do. But of course, she was full of surprises, and having the face of someone who dried their tears on their sleeve before entering the public and still managing to offer him a remorseful smile to soften his guilt, to console his feelings when he was the one who hurt her, was exactly how he should’ve predicted she’d respond.

“I’m sorry for earlier,” he whispered amongst the unspeaking books and mouthy patrons perusing the shelves behind them.

“You said Konan likes paper,” she said, “whatever that means. Were you talking about collecting books?”

Understanding she did not want to discuss what had her so fraught when, in her eyes, he fainted at most, Obito followed her lead. He usually did in his happier memories.

“She keeps track of stuff for our leader in notebooks. Writes in diaries. Collects journals with markings of the occult.”

“Alright.” Kotori returned the novel to the stack of similar ones and tilted the journal at him, rocking it back and forth to show him the gold foil moon and stars on the cover. Gazing up at him for his approval.

Not once had he looked away from her face since entering the store. “It’s perfect.”

~~~

Paper bag in tow hanging from the crook of his arm, Obito walked hand in hand with Kotori. A little convincing was had in order to win her over with his charm. First they argued in hushed tones over who would pay for the journal. Then they had an altercation over who would carry it--precisely why one of the handles were torn. After that, it became too difficult to walk side by side with his arm around her shoulders all thanks to their mismatched heights and off kilter gait. So, as a compromise, she stuck out her hand like she stuck out her pouting lip at his insolence and laced their fingers together without waiting for his participation.

He snickered at her darkened cheeks when she realized her eagerness was as obvious as his pining was. An image he’d hold dear to his still-beating heart.

“Wait!” Kotori yanked him back a couple of paces to a food cart. “Two stacks please!”

Obito grumbled in bewilderment why she would want two whole stacks of those nasty things being handed over to her. “When Tobi said he wanted cookies, he didn’t mean those kind.”

“They’re not for you-” She sealed her lips shut before she added a mean name at the end of her sentence. “They’re for the animals.” Accepting and paying for the two handfuls of sugarless wheat crackers, she dragged him back to the forest. Shamelessly tuning out his whines for the village’s famous persimmon cheesecake, or the sour apricot daifuku, or even sharing a hot pot with him if it meant satiating his sweet tooth afterwards.

But no, Kotori wanted to giggle at the deer nibbling crushed crackers out of her hand in the dark creepy forest and then return to her cramped kitchen without adequate lighting to finish her Christmas sweets for the residents of her weird town.

“Oh, come on, have some fun,” she said, rocking on her heels, laughing in a mirthless, empty way. Putting forth her best attempt to convince him that her behavior was normal and not the desperate act of someone distracting themselves from the haunting inevitable. Trying to find some happiness in the little things as her brain drowned in sorrow she couldn’t spill with him around.

Crumbling the last fourth of a cracker in his upturned palm, she lost herself in the black pool of stitched leather. Eyes welling with tears. Nose running. Pretending for his sake. Turning away and smoothing out her apron to give her something to do.

“Kotori..”

“The squirrels are waiting,” she whispered.

He glanced at the substantial gathering of vermin skittering down tree trunks, heads bobbing as they got a whiff of the delicacy in his hand. Obliging, he crouched and fed them; their nails scratching at him in a frenzy while she idled there, twisting her fingers in worried tandem.

“My friend passed away when we were kids and I guess it still gets to me around this time of year,” she said, sharing a slice of truth with him, yet still downplaying the impact of overhanging dread evident in her daily life since his death.

Obito clapped the crumbs from his gloves and stood, watching the squirrels scurry over one another for their pitiful offering. “Kotori?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve carried the burden of a broken heart for this long?”

She tilted her head, studying the side of his face. “Of course I have. He was dear to me.” Intrigued by the profoundness of his question, she pried into his private life, “Have you never lost anyone before?”

Turning his mask up to the branches blotting out the sky, shrouding them in their dark boughs bowed with melted ice, he contemplated many things. “I have.” A droplet plummeted to his mask. Splashed. Dribbled a line over the carved swirls beneath his eye, traveling to his ear.

Their thoughts coordinated in harmony once again. Coming to a consensus that their preconceived apprehensions towards their increasingly muddled relationship could be analyzed some other day.

Obito righted himself at the first sound of her footsteps crunching fallen leaves. He extended his arms on instinct, becoming accustomed to his role as boyfriend--even if he would never live to see the fantasy actualized.

Validating his compulsion to seek comfort in completing their bodies in an embrace, Kotori molded herself to fit in his safe haven. Contouring the softness of her body to his firm one. Wrapping her arms viciously tight around his middle while he cupped her nape, circling his thumb over the curly baby hairs escaping her braids. Gentle, calming, befitting of a pillar.

Legs gone wobbly like the jelly she still needed to chill for her desserts, she leaned into him for support. Submitted to the nagging yearn itching to have her face nuzzled into his scratchy scarf, burying her nose there and pressing her forehead to the warmth of his neck. Chests exchanging swells of content sighs.

Obito worked his hand from the back of her neck to her face. Tucking her closer under his jaw and affirming her eyes were shut from perceiving his insidious truths with the tender swipe of his thumb.

The forest floor disappeared from under them, replaced by the lilac blocks of his domain, then the rickety tiled floor of her kitchen.

He dismissed his Sharingan from existence.

Kotori teetered, toes straining from making herself cozy in the nest of fabric around his neck. Extending herself as tall as possible, and still coming up short. “I should get back to work. Thank you for taking me out again, Tobi.” She tore herself from his clutches and smiled. It wouldn’t last, but she was in better spirits for now. Until he left and the loneliness settled in the empty space her arms created.

“Come with me tomorrow.”

“Where?”

“Headquarters,” he said, casually nodding at the present on his arm. “You bought it anyway. Come with me to the gift exchange.”

“But I’ve.. It’s not like I’m part of the Akatsuki. I’ve never been there.”

“You’ve met a lot of us-”

“Most of you end up dead, I have no idea who’s in the Akatsuki now-”

“It’ll be fine,” he expounded his confidence, grasping her by the shoulders and rectifying her worry, using his charming vocals to his advantage to render her to putty in his hands. “You’ll be welcomed there. Besides, Konan would figure out I didn’t pick this journal by myself.” When the anxious pinch between her brows didn’t cease, he drew closer, running his fingers down the dormant muscles in her arms and taking her hands. “I don’t want you to be alone tomorrow.. I don’t want to be alone either.”

She looked away from his endearments. “You don’t have to invite me. I didn’t even buy a gift for you! I can’t show up giftless--that’s rude. And what if Pain doesn’t want me there? What if something happens here while I’m gone? I have a job you know, and I cannot let my--or my yam manju’s--reputation be besmirched because they were thirty seconds under-steamed. They would come out all gummy and gross and-”

He collected her face in the center of his palms. Thumbs stroking sweet lines across everything within his great reach. His mask pressed to her face; forehead and mouth. Compelling her distraughtness to focus on the textured swirls and not at all on the longing growing in his pants as she sealed their bodies together.

Obito cleared his throat and adjusted his stance. “Your company is my gift.” Enunciating each word millimeters from her soft lips brushing his mask. Somehow, he continued on without ripping it off and taking her then and there. “Trust me, we’ll have fun. And if you don’t, I’ll take you somewhere else; whatever you want to do, even if it’s dressing me up in an apron and forcing me to bake cookies. I’ll do it.”

The sun was pitiable compared to her face lit in joy. Overshadowed in the way she roared the embers in his core to flames under the coaxing of her fingers at his sweater’s hem and the coy swish of her hips. Eclipsed every worry, doubt, and guess in his head as to what in the fuck he was accomplishing by dividing his time between the Infinite Tsukuyomi and her. Giving one of them scant milliseconds of fleeting thoughts, and the other, his world.

Kotori was at the center of it all. His sun. His purpose. What he did in the meantime between mastering his puppets and creating his perfect world were his moments to waste. So what if the fourth Mizukage was breaking his genjutsu and alerting his advisors to the demon with the glowing red eye who appeared in his bedroom late at night? The plan wouldn’t fail. It wouldn’t. Obito would live to see it through, and in turn, live in his perfect world with his perfect wife in their perfect home, full of love and happiness and justice. What he should’ve had if it wasn’t for the shinobi system ripping it from his soft fingers.

“Fine,” Kotori’s slurred speech awakened Obito. “I’ll join you for the party tomorrow.”

Hungry eye boring into rings of gold, he stopped the tender movement of his thumbs and found a better use for them; tipping her head up. Smashing his face to his mask, and her face to the other side. All eyes sliding closed. Aware of what this meant.

The torment of a goodbye kiss.

Obito twisted his scarred lips, a far cry from how she would’ve remembered them. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon.”

She answered somewhere in the fluttering of her lashes and gripping herself where he once did, watching him turn away and disappear out her kitchen door without another word. Begging his warmth to stay. Asking the traces he left on the back of her neck to burn themselves there. Nothing compared to his touch–and they’d hardly explored that sense.

If he braved more.. If he removed his gloves and entrusted his bare hands to sketch her body. If he disposed of his mask and treated her sensitive flesh to his lips. If his tongue discovered her likes and dislikes with parallel enthusiasm to his endless questions on their first date. If he rewarded her as delicately as his body wanted to. If he rewarded her as shamelessly as his body wanted to do.

Kotori tripped over her own feet. Scuffing the kitchen tile. Wandering backwards, catching herself on the countertop. Experiencing a heat wave, she rolled her head and trailed a finger down her throat, dragging down her shirt collar to reveal a peek of dewy cleavage. Chilling the sudden sweat overtaking her body. Grinning at the ceiling.

“Look at me; a third date.”

#obito #obito x oc #obito uchiha #naruto #obito smut #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #obito x reader #tobi x oc #tobi x reader #uchiha obito #obito uchiha x oc #uchiha obito x oc #christmas fic #tobi #obito uchiha x reader #tobi smut #akatsuki #the akatsuki

[babybottlepop96]

Always: Shikamaru x Reader

Warnings: death, sadness, fluffy shit.

A/N: this one is about 2.2k words, it kinda got away from me lol enjoy and request!

Being Naruto Uzumaki's fraternal twin sister had its perks. I mean, the excessive amount of friends, ramen 24/7, always having a best friend that would be there for me and have my back no matter what but would also put me in my place if he had too. Being born five minutes after the infamous jinjuriki he was also so protective. Threatening any guy that would just have the nerve to flirt with me, the sister of the future Hokage.

We only had each other for so long, sure, our relationship took a bad turn for a while. While he was usually ignored and looked at as a monster, I didn't get the kind of treatment. Being the "normal" one of the twins, I was treated with more respect because I didn't have a tailed beast to host. I always felt awful for that and no matter how many times I stood up for my brother, he refused to accept my sympathy. The Chunin Exams came and went when he finally came to me after a few weeks of ignoring me. It was after Saskue had left and he was a mess. He cried into my shoulder and told me he was sorry. I just held him close and told him that I was never mad at him. I could never bead at him for how he felt about everything. It was unfair to him to be treated that badly, unfair that he had no say in being a host and I told him that he was so strong and had such a kind heart and people would eventually see that. I mean, they had to right? He was going to be the future Hokage.

When he left for those years with Jiryia, it was hard. It was like half of me was missing and I felt kind of lost without him. While he was out training, I had passed the Chunin and the Jonin exams. I was so proud of myself, but it would've felt even better if my twin was with me. 

When he came home, I wasn't there to greet him. I was on business with the Kazekage. Gaara became a close friend, he accepted my friendship because he felt like he could trust me. He became like a little brother. And then everything happened with the Akatsuki and I ended up losing an arm trying to save a few children from a clay bomb. I laid in one of the beds while everyone was trying to get Gaara back and I felt like I failed. I was a fucking Jonin for kage sake and I couldn't protect or retrieve Gaara. It hit me hard.

When Temari, Sakura, Kakashi and Naruto arrived, they went straight to Kankauro. That poor boy was in such pain from the poison, it hurt my heart when I heard him scream from the extraction. I was so focused on not paying attention I hadn't realized Naruto had made his way over to me and held my left hand. Once I felt his hand touch mine, my eyes flew open and he had tears in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, (y/n)! I should've been here to protect you! I failed and I'm so sorry you got hurt." He his head dropped to the side of the bed and cried.

"Hey, hey it's okay Naruto. This shit happens you know that. And it is not your fault, okay? You had to go and train. This was just a mission that turned wrong. But you're here now! And I just know you're going to go after Gaara and bring him home. And I'll be rooting for your success.. believe it!" I smiled, small tear trails staining my own cheeks. He looked at me and gave a small smile.

After everything that happened at the sand and Gaara's return home, no longer a host for the one tail, things seemed to go somewhat better. I got a fake arm that works well with my chakra and I had been training non stop with all my friends. But I mostly spent time with one particular ninja the most. A cute, lazy Pineapple haired Nara. You see, Shikamaru and I had been close and dating for about a year at this point. We never particularly told anyone, but people seemed to know. Well, all except Naruto. He was so oblivious to it all, he didn't realize how close Shika and I were until Pein attacked the Hidden Leaf. So, that's where I'll begin this little tale.

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"Shit shit shit!" I was running around trying to get civilians to safety, grabbing children and pushing other civilians towards the Hokage head mountain. A building was starting to crumble and fire and explosions were coming from everywhere it seemed. Once I felt like I got everyone I could I ran back to where the main event was happening. Thankfully Naruto wasn't here, I wouldn't even begin to imagine what they would do if they had captured him. I mean, they killed Gaara, but Lady Chio had that special secret jutsu that she took to the grave. I couldn't bear to lose my brother. 

To fight was lasting so long, there was no way to tell when it would all be over. I was separated from Choji, Ino and Shikamaru when everything began. The three started fighting while I helped get the civilians to safety, but I knew they had to be around here. Alive. They just had to be. Things were seemingly going fine until I heard a small child scream. I snapped my head to the sound so fast I swore I got whiplash. A small girl was cowering against a wooden wall, the enemy heading toward her. I ran as fast as I could and snatched the girl away. I tossed her to the side gently and told her to run. She just looked at me, her big brown eyes filled with tears and a worried look on her face. "It's okay, you go to the mountains and find your family. Okay? Go!" She nodded and took off. I fought off the enemy for as long as I could. My chakra was running extremely low, so low that I wasn't able to dodge the wooden spear that came hurtling towards me. It went straight through my chest, pinning against the wooden wall behind me. I coughed up blood and my vision started to go a bit fuzzy.

"Your time is now over. You were a decent Shinoni, but you were still weak." The enemy spat out. I didn't say anything as I clutched the wooden spear that pinned me to the wall, trying to take in air. It felt like I was drowning, I could feel my lungs filling with blood and tears start to run down my face. I would never see my friends again, see my brothers happy go lucky smile while down bowl after bowl of ramen. I would never be able to Shika that I loved him. Everything was fading to black, my head dropped and my arms went limp by my side.

I woke up in a dark place, no longer in pain. I was dead. "Hello little one." A voice spoke and I looked around to see a small light. I ran towards it, hoping maybe I'd wake up for real and I was alive and well. That this was just a sick dream or a gentusu. But what I saw when I reached the light was unbelievable. I saw the fourth Hokage with a woman with red hair. 

"Welcome, (y/n)." The woman came over to me and gave me a hug. "I'm your mom." She whispered in my ear and turned to the man. "And that's your dad." To say I was crying was an understatement. There was a river flow of salty tears streaming down my face as I hugged them both. 

NARUTO'S POV

I ran back towards the village at full speed, I just had to get back. I had to protect my friends and mentors. I had to protect (y/n). I saw the massive crater when I returned to what was supposed to be my village. Injured and dead ninja and civilians alike were being gathered in a clearing. I ran ahead, I had to find them, I had to find everyone. I spotted Sakura first and ran towards her, "Sakura!" She turned her head, tears running down her face and I stopped in front of her. "Where is everyone?" She pointed to our group of friends, everyone is there except for Kakashi-Sensei and my sister. "S-Sakura? Where… where is Kakashi and (y/n)?" She sobbed louder which caused all of our friends to look over. I walked towards them and the moment I spotted Shikamaru on the ground holding someone, sobbing, I froze. I knelt down and looked over him. He was holding my sister, cradling her head in his lap. Her body was paler than normal against the red stain on her shirt. I didn't move, I didn't cry, I just stared, not convinced that she was actually gone. After a few moments I got up and made my way towards the true enemy.

"N-Naruto? Where are you going?" Sakura asked me, her voice meek and breaking.

"To end this."

SHIKAMARU'S POV

The enemy had retreated for a bit, allowing us to gather our injured and deceased. I was frantically looking for (y/n) I had to make sure she was okay. "(Y/n)!!" I heard Ino yell from behind me. I ran towards her voice as fast as I could. Once I reached her, my blood ran cold. There she was, the one that I truly cared about and loved, pinned against a wall, spear straight through the chest. I tentatively reached out and touched her and my instantly moved back as I felt her cold, stiff, lifeless body. I stood frozen. The rationalist inside me was gone and I then pulled the spear from her form and caught her in my arms and she limply fell. The cry that ripped from my throat was inhuman, angry and broken. I fell to the ground holding her close to my chest. "W-wake up, please!" I cried even harder knowing it was useless. She was already gone. Passed onto the afterlife while I was here to deal with the heartbreak. The pain. I knew this love thing was a drag, but I endured it for her. She made my days brighter, the sun burn hotter, she made everyday so much better. 

"Sh-Shika? W-we should get her to the others." Ino whispered, scared her own voice would break, as she gently put a hand on my shoulder. All I could manage was a small nod and tried to suppress my cries. I carried her to where everyone was putting the deceased and all our friends stood there with wide eyes and I carried their closest friend in my arms. Everyone was shocked, too stunned to say anything as I put (y/n) on the ground. But I still cradle her head in my lap, I couldn't let her go just yet. The tears still slipping down my cheeks were enough for everyone to know this was real. When Naruto showed up I sobbed, he was just in shock as the rest of us. When he left to go confront the real Pein, none of us stopped him. If anyone could end this. He could.

YOUR POV

Talking to my parents had been the most calming time of my life. Well, afterlife. They told me stories about what it was like before they died, how Kakashi was like another son to him. How they never wanted Naruto to host the nine tails. I told them how life was growing up, how I was dating Shikamaru and my dad gave me a whole lecture on safe sex, even though I was dead and I wouldn't have to worry about any of that. Well, until I started to glow. "Looks like you still have a full life to live my sweet." My mother smiled and I looked at them with a smile and tears in my eyes.

"I love you both." I said as I faded back into the darkness. This time though, when I opened my eyes I saw a face I never thought I'd be able to see again. "Shika?" His eyes snapped open and he stared down at me, his eyes wide and mouth open. He stared at me for a moment, not believing what he was seeing. His dead girlfriend, breathing. Alive.he held me so close to his chest and sobbed even louder. Ino and Choji were all giving him sad looks until they saw my arms wrap around his neck and held him closer.

"OH SHIT!" Choji yelled as the other dead bodies were coming back from death. I sat up slowly and grabbed Shikamaru's face and kissed him. I kissed him like it would be the last time I ever would. 

"I… I thought I lost you for good this time." He spoke softly.

"I will always come back for you." I smiled at him, tear glazed eyes staring into his own. "Always." We kissed again, pulling each other close. We stayed like that for a moment until we heard a certain obnoxious blonde yelling at us.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?! SHIKAMARU THAT'S MY SISTER! WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Causing everyone to let out a laugh. Resting his forehead on mine Shikamaru spoke quietly. "I love you."

"I love you too, Shika. I love you too."

#shikamaru nara x reader #naruto #choji akimichi #sakura #ino #fluff fluff fluff #death #sad

[saddest-wettest-beast-tournament]

Ensemble Stars Music Showdown Bracket

The brackets have been all set up! Round one will begin tomorrow, 5/11, around 5 PM EST and will run for 1 day

Make as much propaganda as you want and if you want me to rb it make sure to tag me in it

Going to put the brackets in text format under the cut

Bracket A

Left Side

1: Crazy Roulette (Crazy:B) vs Date Plan A to Z (√AtoZ)

2: PARANOIA STREET (Crazy:B) vs Rakuen Tsuihou -Faith Conquest- (Eden)

3: Omoi no Kakera (Switch) vs Promise Swords (Knights)

4: You’re Speculation (ALKALOID) vs RIOT WOLF (Koga)

5: Sei Shounen Yuugi (ex-Valkyrie) vs TRICK with TREAT!! (2wink)

6: Yuukyou Seishunka (Valkyrie & AKATSUKI) vs The Beast of the End (Adam)

7: Little Little Prince Star (Tori) vs Zan -Ketsui no Yaiba- (AKATSUKI)

8: NA NA NA SUMMER NIGHT BeeAT (Crazy:B) vs Kanata e no Uta (Kanata)

9: Black Ball-Room (DEADMANZ) vs d’Arc (ex-Valkyrie)

10: Daydream×Reality (Trickstar) vs VIVID ROLE-PLAYING (Sora)

11: Sleeper Mystery Train (Double Face) vs Tell Your World (2wink & Switch)

12: Sajou no Roukaku (ex-Valkyrie) vs Yoru ni Kakeru (ALKALOID & Double Face)

13: Twilight Pentagram (Altered/Five Eccentrics) vs Heart aid Cafeteria (BLEND+)

14: Voice of Sword (Knights) vs Living on the Edge (ALKALOID)

15: The Tempest Night (fine) vs Ryusei Hanabi (RYUSEITAI)

16: Honeycomb Summer (Crazy:B) vs Kiss of Life (ALKALOID)

Right Side

1: Fight for Judge (Knights) vs Melody in the Dark (UNDEAD)

2: Midnight Butlers (XXVeil) vs VERMILION (ALKALOID)

3: U.S.A. (Crazy:B & UNDEAD) vs Moonlight Disco (Getto Spectacle)

4: Have you been naughty or nice? (Flambé!) vs Uruwashi no Nightingale (Valkyrie)

5: Magic for your “Switch” (Switch) vs Matsuriyo Emaki (AKATSUKI)

6: Meikyuu Denshi Kairou (Valkyrie) vs Heart Prism・Symmetry (2wink)

7: FIST OF SOUL (Butou-kai) vs Feathers of Ark (fine)

8: BRAND NEW STARS!! (All) vs Feather Heartache (Kaoru)

9: How to move’n chess (Izumi, Arashi, Nazuna, & Kuro) vs Unstoppable Love! (Trickstar)

10: Yukai Tsuukai That's Alright! (MaM) vs Shippuu Jinrai Shinobi Michi (Shinobu)

11: Savage Love Affair (UNDEAD) vs Nekketsu☆Ryusei Ninpouchou (RYUSEITAI)

12: Or the Beautiful Golden Drop (Knights) vs Birthday of Music! (Leo)

13: Death Game Holic (DEADMANZ) vs Noir Neige (La Mort)

14: Stippling (Double Face) vs Cloth Waltz (Shu)

15: FORBIDDEN RAIN (UNDEAD) vs PERFECTLY-IMPERFECT (UNDEAD & AKATSUKI)

16: Eccentric Party Night!! (Five Eccentrics) vs Genuine Revelation (ex-fine)

Bracket B

Left Side

1: =EYE= (Double Face) vs Awakening Myth (Eden)

2: Crush of Judgement (Knights Killers) vs Knights the Phantom Thief (Knights)

3: Be the Party Bee! (Crazy:B) vs Gate of the Abyss (UNDEAD)

4: Mystic Fragrance (Knights) vs Eternal Weaving (Valkyrie)

5: Poison Strategy (Ibara) vs Psyche’s Butterfly (Eden)

6: Hysteric Humanoid (ALKALOID) vs Marine Blue Rendezvous (Kanata)

7: Akatsuki Iroha Uta (AKATSUKI) vs Niichan Cheer Squad☆ (Nazuna)

8: Endless Vide (Fraternity) vs Gekkou Kitan (AKATSUKI)

9: RAINBOW CIRCUS (fine) vs See You Again (Madara)

10: Brilliant Smile (Switch) vs Sunlit Smile (Eve)

11: Kohaku to Ruri no Rondo (Mika) vs Melty♡Kitchen (Ra*bits)

12: Tenka Muteki☆Meteorangers! (RYUSEITAI) vs Secret Gravity (Natsume)

13: Little Romance (Knights) vs Artistic Partisan (ALKALOID & Valkyrie)

14: Coruscate Breeze (Knights) vs Ironic Blue (Izumi)

15: Ghostic Treat House (fine) vs Helter-Spider (Crazy:B)

16: Mayonaka no Nocturne (Ritsu) vs Bloody Moon Vampire (Rei)

Right Side

1: Yubisaki no Ariadne (Crazy:B) vs Distorted Heart (ALKALOID)

2: Acanthe (Valkyrie) vs Noisy:Beep (Crazy:B)

3: Article of Faith (Knights) vs Raisanka (Valkyrie)

4: RISKY VENUS (Crazy:B) vs FALLIN' LOVE=IT'S WONDERLAND (Ra*bits)

5: Believe 4 leaves (ALKALOID) vs Nightless World (UNDEAD)

6: Mémoire Antique (Valkyrie) vs Saql Faith (Adonis)

7: Play “Tag” (2wink) vs JEWEL STONE (Arashi)

8: Life is so Dramatic!! (SCREEN10) vs Rainbow Stairway (Jin & Akiomi)

9: Owaranai Symphonia (fine) vs Romancing Cruise (Switch)

10: Heart Heat Beat (RYUSEITAI) vs Fantastic Days◎ (Hiyori)

11: Majestic Magic (Switch & Eden) vs IMMORAL WORLD (UNDEAD)

12: Break the Prison (UNDEAD) vs Silent Oath (Knights)

13: Honey Milk wa Okonomi de (UNDEAD) vs No name yet (Double Face)

14: Tsubasa Moratorium (ALKALOID) vs Miwaku Geki (Valkyrie)

15: Melting Rouge Soul (Adam) vs Ruby Love (Eve)

16: Valentine Eve’s Nightmare (UNDEAD) vs Trap for You (Eve)

#en music showdown #tumblr showdown #brackets #polls

[kakashiswilloffire]

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Week

Day 7: free space

meet my friend @wing-ed-thing.

here's the thing. wing posts something new literally every day. it's their project. they've got a schedule calendar and everything. so, I physically can't pick one fic to highlight, so we're spotlighting them as a whole.

here's some good ones:

click multi x fem!reader

honey stand shino x gn!reader

purple lettuce sai x gn!reader

guilty conscience kakashi x gn!reader

fraternizing and spineless kabuto x gn!reader

and their most popular ones that i still haven't read:

mob wife kakuzu x reader

senioritis high school AU, hidan x gn!reader (there's also other akatsuki series in the same AU)

cabaret gai x reader

#fanfic writers appreciation week #cheers wing #fic recs

[woman-child91]

The Yaoi Naruto Ships that I’ve never managed to get into.

Kakashi x Iruka (They’ve only seen each other a few times and in both, Naruto and Naruto Shippuden, they weren’t showing us any sexual chemistry.)

Itachi x Deidara (This has always felt extremely one-sided to me. Like, I understand why people think that Deidara has a thing for Itachi. But, Itachi never even seemed to acknowledge Deidara or anything! They were both in the Akatsuki together and he never once seemed to pay any attention to him.)

Itachi x Sasuke (To me they act more like brothers. There’s nothing sexual between them. Itachi said he loved Sasuke. I know that. But, he meant it in a fraternal way. Now if we were to replace Sasuke with someone like, Kisame, Shisui or Naruto. I would have squealed at the top of my lungs. Because, I wouldn’t think of it as being meant in a brotherly way.)

#anti Itachi x Deidara #anti Kakashi x Iruka #anti Itachi x Sasuke

[zitazombitch]

Guys

I've been thinking about my akatsuki AU (where my SasoDei stuff comes from) and I'm not sure about the whole gang... Sasori and Deidara go to art school, just like Konan so they know her from there... but what about the other guys? just friends from random...like neighbors or so? maybe a university fraternity? I though of them being criminals like in the canon but my heart would not handle that(?) You guys have any idea or suggestion?

#akatsuki #akatsuki au #sasodei

[gakkubi]

Nagato, Yahiko and Konan are in college! ☆ | Based on @foriamproud's fanfiction The Akatsuki Fraternity on Ao3!

#i love this ficccc #foriamproud #myart #nagato #konan #yahiko #ame trio #yahikona #college au #naruto

[wing-ed-thing]

Announcement

Hi everyone. I don’t know if it’s going to be an issue but I thought I’d make a post letting you know in case.

Something came up today in my personal life. It’s been going on for quite some time and until it’s over, I’m going to have to spend a lot of emotional energy. Usually when I get stressed, I throw myself into my work, but often times trauma (and when it hits) is unpredictable. 

I have a lot of your requests done. The line-up for the next couple weeks is as follows:

Thing-Winged's Fanfiction Playlist

Cabaret (Might Guy x Reader)

Click (Part IV: Rock Lee)

Savior (Might Guy x Medic!Reader)

Shino Relation Head Canons Part II

Akatsuki!Might Guy x Reader

Fraternizing and Spinesless (Kabuto x Reader)

Why not? (Might Guy x Pregnant!Reader)

Konoha's Comfiest Napping Spots

Idiot (Kabuto x Reader)

Oblivious (Shino x Reader)

Might Guy x Childhood Friend Relationship Head Canons

First Kiss with Might Guy Head Canons

Better to Hear You With, My Dear (Sosuke Aizen x Reader)

Lorem Ipsum (Ino x Reader)

Swoopy (Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader)

Unstoppable, Immovable (Sosuke Aizen x Reader)

Any of you who know me know that I never go back on the date I promise for requests, but with everything that’s going on, I might have to change the order of a few things. Or, I can stop the queue for a day or two if needed. The list above will definitely come out first before any other works or requests. 

Speaking of requests, I’m still taking them, but they’ll be on the master list as (2/?/21) until February 10th at the latest. 

Thank you for your understanding. My sincerest apologies.

#thing-winged announcements #thank you!

[jellypackedart]

HidaKona Month 2019 - Remembering You - Phantom Pains

HOOO BOY im tired this took too long and im late BUT i did have a lot of fun writing something for the purpose of publishing it! I originally wanted to draw this out but i dont know comic layout right now.

This is my entry for the first prompt of @hidakonamonth and im so glad it pushed me to start establishing my reincarnation/high school akatsuki au!! I felt like i had to start with hidan for this type of story since exploring his character is gonna challenge me and the prompts really helped in planning the story!

Phantom pains didn't seem like the accurate term. Organs, tissue and cells all strewn about the makeshift grave. He'll scream like always, but the words get muffled by the sound of blood gushing around him. Painfully too aware of his nervous and respiratory system making a shoddy attempt at reviving whatever carved out piece of flesh it belonged to, he’ll fully experience the pain in every severed limb assorted above and below him. It’s intense enough to identify what was detached completely and which limbs were desperately hanging onto each other by threads of tendon. The harsh sting of each laceration coupled with the smell of seared flesh is always unbearable.

But this dream was different. 

Normally, his vision would be blocked by pounds of dirt branches, and stone. The pressure amounted over top and even stifled his face from scrunching in agony, the bitter taste of soil settling in his mouth because he never learned to keep it shut. It was always the worst type of deep sleep. The kind where his mind is fully alert but his body had no chance of fighting. Darkness would cradle his body while shockwaves ran through him.

The faintest glow of a lavender light demanded his attention this time. It contrasted greatly with the void that enveloped his makeshift grave. The pressure that had been straining against him backed off, layers and layers were stripped away and allowed the little light to grow stronger. Whatever it was that dug him out from his grave was not doing so with any degree of desperation. But he was caught off-guard by the disruption of the fixed routine of his dream. Once he could feel the open air gracing her touch along his face, he started to spit out the remaining dirt in his mouth and took a large gasp of air, exiting through the gash of his neck. Iridescent eyes tried to blink away the gritty soil irritating his eyes then opens them once more to look up at his savior.

She was there for a second, too high in the sky to see her full figure other than the wings flapping softly, a black and red cloak being the only thing he recognized. As if that second was already spoiling him, the next time he blinked, magenta eyes frantically looked around at the enveloping darkness. Was he in his grave again?

No. Hidan relaxed into the worn, spring-mattress and allowed his eyes to get used to the light spilling over from the streets and into his studio apartment. He was here again. The same aches that followed after his reoccurring dream lingered, intensifying at the joints where he was previously cut up. No, phantom pains couldn't describe it well enough. His limbs were here, and fully attached just like they always were. But his whole being throbbed, dealing with the trauma of what once must have been his body long since rotted. Hidan grumbled to himself. He hated that dream. It made him confused that the remnants of a past life never stayed buried in silence, it always screamed at him and refused to die. Because that was always the extent to his dream. No indication of who and where he was, not even why he was in that hole or why he couldn't just stay dead.

He usually brushed it off once the pounding against his body settles into waves of dull pain. What was different was the lingering image of those wings and that robe. And the light. Hidan blinked, the feeling of hot tears that stained his cheeks now evident. Those were new, too.

Hidan rolled over to get up from his bed. He didn't have to check his phone to see that it was the middle of the night. The dream was relatively short, and since it always ended around the time that the veil between worlds was weakened, he figured it was the best time to go and find a sacrifice. It was long ago that he decided that if those dreams served any purpose, it was reminding him of his mortality. When he was mortal, at least. The periods between those dreams were long and often indicated to him that he hadn't had the opportunity to fulfill his mandated exchange of a life for Life.

The ending of this dream lingered on his mind as he pushed up his maroon denim jeans and adjusted his belt. He can admit that he didn't have much going for him in terms of intelligence but even he could tell the break in the pattern could not be reflective of his requirements to his God. The silver pendant shined despite the lack of light entering the room, it was cool against his exposed chest. Hidan shuddered at the touch and turned his head towards the window to watch the gentle mist hovering over the city streets. He opted to wear a jacket, at least.

Leaving through the fire escape was easier than locking his room, walking down 2 flights because the elevator stopped working at floor 4, getting into the working elevator normally not lacking in the assorted bodily fluids, and weaving through bodies fraternizing either through shared decomposition or lowered inhibitions. The steel rungs of the ladders practically sounded off that the natural born killer was on his way, but the cacophony was lost in the dissonant white noise of the city. Old sneakers landed on the pavement of the alleyway adjacent the apartment complex, dull waves of pain caught Hidan's attention when he popped back up and started strolling around the block.

Hidan felt that picking off the barely conscious vagrants littered about the streets was too easy. He would call it mercy, as the Reaper patrolled the area and often fought bigger foes to them such as police, thieves, and even other killers and disposed of them because the bigger a spectacle he put on meant higher praise from his God.

He tilted his head at the sight of a girl on the corner. She wasn't a regular, maybe a rookie trying to claim her turf? The streetwalkers he did know and ran into were already converted, some that taught him the ropes and others persuaded by him. They had clear identifiers that proved they were off limits. This girl was about their age, probably a few years above him. Her form, although slightly clouded by the mist, demanded nothing more obscene than appreciation. She leaned on her left leg, hands shoved into the pockets of a black bomber jacket that fit too big on her, evident by the zipper reaching past her denim shorts. No silver pendant adorning her chest, no patches sewn about her jacket, and no tattoos littered across her skin, nothing that could indicate she was safe.

Conversion or sacrifice. Hidan would give her that choice.

As he took a step towards her, amber eyes snapped back and watched him. She straightened her stance and crossed her arms. This mist was growing too thick for him to catch the slight hesitation of her deciding against meeting him halfway. Her eyes flickered past choppy layers of blue hair to look behind her, not scared but rather affirming herself of what was behind her.

Hidan reached the girl, just a small gap in height between the two as the result of her heeled boots. Placing his hands at his sides to puff out his chest, he cracked a smirk. “Eh, what's a babe like you doing out here so late?” He leaned in closer to examine her face. The only disruption in her statuesque build was her quickly glancing up and down at him.

“I'm looking for a friend.” She said, voice low and steady.

“Ah,” Hidan leaned back then rolled his neck over to the side. “I know someone that could be your friend. You ever heard of the way of Jashin?”

Amber eyes narrowed at him as she examined him further for something in his iridescent eyes. Something was up. “Way of Jashin.” It wasn't really a question. The words rolled off her pierced tongue in revelation as if they were the last clue to mystery bothering her. The mist began to clear and allowed Hidan to look at her face. Her eyeliner was smudged like she hadn't taken it off to sleep and an array of blues and lilacs were painted onto her eyelids. Her lips were stained with the remnants of some black lipstick while an opalescent septum ring managed to avoid the pigment.

Hidan stepped backward, a sudden ache in his heart pulsing as he looked at her, the mirage of a ghost he must have known long ago. She was familiar, but not quite right, not formed correctly in a way that he could trace the reason for his pain. Why does she hurt?

Amber eyes softened at his confusion as her lips broke in a smile. She took her hands out of her pockets, and extended a hand out, beckoning him to shake. “There's a clubhouse nearby,” Her head tilted to point in the direction behind her. “Come tell me about it there.”

Hidan cocked a grey eyebrow, carefully examining her but satisfied easily with the fact that she was willing to listen to him, wanted to, rather. Magenta eyes dropped to her hand, nails painted to match her eyes. Hidan shrugged and took her hand into his own. Her touch was soft, cautious but welcoming. “What about your friend?” He asked after releasing her.

“I found him.”

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