When the stakes are raised while on a mission away from the village – her first as a Jounin-sensei – Rin has to make a decision that could possibly make waves for not only her country, but all of the elemental nations.
Or
Rin and her adorable genin head to the Land of Waves only to be stopped by someone who is NOT a bandit or thief.
Notes:
Written for @lookacryptid for @narutosecretsantas
I hope you enjoy and that you and yours have a happy holiday season!
Characters: Takashi Shirogane, Keith Kogane, various background characters.
Pairings: Keith/Shiro
Summary:
Keith knew something wasn’t right after Shiro had been found and returned to them, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Not until suddenly he was running from the man he loved, the man who was trying so hard to kill him right then.
Notes:
Written for @theclichefortunecookie for @voltron-ss
I hope you enjoy and that you and yours have a happy holiday season!
“Pidge?” The Green Paladin looked up, somewhat surprised to see Shiro standing nearby looking...nervous? ‘That’s odd,’ she thought quickly before smiling to the older Paladin.
“Hey, Shiro, what’s up?” Her chair swiveled as she turned to look closer, trying to see if anything looked obviously wrong -- and when nothing came up, her gaze moved to his face.
“This -- I-I know this might sound awkward,” Shiro was stumbling over his words, and if nothing else, this was a sure sign something was wrong. Pidge’s heart rate rose, thinking something must have happened, someone must be hurt -- or worse -- but then he was speaking again. “But do you have any, uh, pads? Or -- or tampons, tampons work, too.”
“Shiro...you’re...why do you need those things?” The wheels were turning quickly in the smaller Paladin’s head even as she hopped up, moving over to a set of drawers she kept in the hangar just to keep certain things sorted, opening up one of them to pull out a pad, earning a somewhat relieved smile from Shiro.
“Thank you. I’m ah -- I have, I was born with a vagina,” one hand -- his flesh hand -- moved to scratch at the back of his head, eyes not quite meeting hers as she handed the pad over. “I hope that doesn’t change anything.”
“Are you kidding? Of course it doesn’t change anything! I can see why you wouldn’t tell everyone, but your secret is safe with me, honest.” Pidge looked...oddly happy about that, moving so that Shiro had to look at her, which he did, even if he was a bit surprised. “If you’d told me earlier, I would’ve made sure you had these earlier!”
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That evening, in the men’s restroom...
Shiro hated using public restrooms -- even if there were very few people who could use said restroom -- because it was always awkward when that time of month hit, and he didn’t want to have to change pads where someone could hear, but he didn’t have a choice...
He took a breath, hoping he was right and no one was there before pulling the wrapper open, exhaling as it seemed no one heard.
....until...
“Hey, Hunk, are you in here, bro? Sounds like someone’s opening a bag of chips over there.” Lance’s voice came from a stall not that far away -- oh shit, oh shit oh--
“Dude, eating chips in the bathroom is not something I would do,” Hunk called back, his voice harder to hear given he was in the shower. “That’s disgusting and unhygienic.”
“Guys, can we stop talking about chips in the bathroom?” Shiro tried to sound like his normal self -- and likely did pull it off if only because he was somewhat irritated, but part of him wanted to laugh. If they thought it was chips...
Hello! After much consideration, I’ve decided to open up writing commissions to whoever would like to inquire here on tumblr. I like to think I’m fairly open on what I will write, and will go into some detail down below, but feel free to send me a message and we’ll talk about it! More information under the cut so as to not clutter dashes.
So, the probably least favorite part of commission info -- yet the most important -- we’ll list first. The prices.
I’m not going to sit and go ‘oh each word is this much’ no, I have a flexible range for each price to allow myself some creativity within what you ask for, as well as to not punish you if suddenly I go over on something.
Up to 1000 words -- $5.00USD
1000 - 1500 words -- $10.00USD
1500 - 2000 words -- $15.00USD
Add $5.00USD per 500 words afterwards.
Add $5.00USD for NSFW content.
Now, you might ask why the additional charge for NSFW content? Simple -- while I’m perfectly capable of writing it, it takes me much longer to do, thus taking more of my time and in turn making it longer before I do other things.
Thus if you ask for something under 1000 words, the price is flat out $5.00, even if I go over a little bit. And so on with the other ranges. I DO request payment in advance just to be certain it’s there, but it will NOT be touched until I deliver what I’ve said I would give. I have PayPal specifically for commissions and other interactions like this, but I also have a Ko-Fi if you would rather go through that (which goes through PayPal anyway).
If you haven’t been driven off by that, then to get into the more fun parts (to me at least). What content I will write! So, I’m a part of several fandoms, most of which I’m willing to write for. Among those are Voltron: Legendary Defender, Naruto, Sailor Moon, Dragon Ball Z, Gundam Wing, Harry Potter, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Yuri!!! on Ice, Mystic Messenger, and probably quite a few others I’ve forgotten. If in doubt, please do feel free to ask. I’m even willing (and in fact, excited) to do crossovers and rare pairs (and even crossover rare pairs)!
The only things I absolutely will not write are underage smut, adult/minor relationships, Sasuke and Sakura as a pair as portrayed in canon (for Naruto, AU SasuSaku is okay though!), miscarriages, still birth, or harm/death coming to young children. Everything else is at least negotiable.
That said, I think that is it for now? Feel free to ask questions and I’ll do my best to answer them as they come and thank you for considering commissioning me or even just reblogging this post!
Immediately following the aftermath of the last battle with Zarkon (or at least, the last battle assuming season 4 onwards doesn’t change it), emotions were running high. On the one hand, things were going well. The Galra had been seriously hindered, Zarkon seriously injured and unable to retaliate, it should’ve been easy to remain happy with just those two things. The things they’d been fighting for since they had been taken away by the Blue Lion on Earth, however long ago.
But leaving their lions, running to the hangar where the Black Lion and the leader of their team, their family, should have been waiting, only cast a shadow over the entire situation.
Shiro was gone. His bayard was still where it had been inserted, but not a trace of him remained – not even a single hair, almost as if he’d never been in there in the first place. (Of course, they knew that wasn’t true, he’d been there – he’d been with them, they’d been able to form Voltron in the first place – but why wasn’t he here now, when the biggest battle of their lives was over?)
At first, everyone had been trying their hardest to find him. How could a person vanish from inside a lion in the midst of space? He wasn’t floating among the debris, nothing had picked up on his signature anywhere. They had kept an ear out, when visiting planets, helping people – maybe there would be a hint of his survival left somewhere. He couldn’t just be gone, he couldn’t.
Hunk did what he always did. He made what food he could manage from the supplies on the castleship, what they’d find on their travels, trying to make it palatable for his fellow Paladins.
Keeping an eye on Pidge, trying to keep her from working too hard – between searching for her dad and brother, and Shiro, and their duties as Paladins, it couldn’t be easy on her.
Making sure Keith hadn’t trained himself into exhaustion, hadn’t left the castle again without any backup (though he managed to do so often, Hunk tried to prevent it if he could).
Lance was the easiest, yet hardest of them all to read. Shiro had been his hero…but he was also his friend. Of course, Lance being Lance, he had only seemed to get louder, rowdier than before – but anyone who knew him could tell, he wasn’t as sincere as he had been before. All Hunk could really do for him was be there.
Allura and Coran, he wasn’t as close to – couldn’t read as well – but he tried his best to help them as well. Food and hugs were fairly universal comforts, after all.
When Allura had told them they needed to find a new Paladin for the Black Lion, even as he volunteered, Hunk hoped there wouldn’t be a fit. That Shiro would come back to them, and they’d be a team again, and everyone would be happy once more.
Of course, life goes on. Even the lions recognized that, and when Keith was chosen, all Hunk could do was support it – support the lion’s choice, and the fact that their team dynamic would never be the same. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what they’d known, wasn’t what they were comfortable with, and it was hard.
The first fight after the switch around, after Keith and Lance had changed lions, and Allura had joined in the fighting proper – that had been one of the hardest nights since Shiro left. Because the world couldn’t wait any longer for Voltron, no matter how much they wanted to wait for Shiro, how much they needed training to learn to work together again.
But it was almost like a slap to the face, when shortly after that, Shiro was returned to them. When they’d finally ‘manned up’ and moved on, acknowledged that the world wasn’t a kind place – the universe wasn’t a kind place – they got him back.
Prompt: AO3 Tag of the day “Oh No There Is Only One Bed What Do” (pt 2)
Thematic sequel to this piece.
Characters: Uchiha Shisui, Nohara Rin
Pairings: Shisui/Rin
Warnings: Not for minors. Sexual content. (More than the last piece at least, though nipple blades aren’t all that sexual…) Semi-realistic first time.
In the end, the pair of shinobi from Konoha had been a day late picking up the scrolls they had been sent after. Shisui had been good about sending word of their location, both ahead and behind, so everyone was well aware of their progress.
Rin herself seemed to not have noticed how far behind they were, and now that they had the scrolls, Shisui wasn’t inclined to tell her. Getting there had been the more urgent task of the two, as long as they returned safely, that was what mattered in the end.
For all that they were both aware this was a mission, it seemed the longer they were gone, the more the pair treated it like a vacation – which, in a sense, it was. For Shisui especially, there had been absolutely no messages sent from home, reminding him to ‘keep an eye’ on the medic, on trying to solve what her motives were when in reality he already knew what they had been. Likewise, Rin hadn’t received any messages from the village, and the longer she heard nothing, the more she relaxed.
The more she relaxed, the more it seemed the ‘reprogramming’ that had occurred at the hands of the Uchiha (Rin refused to say who it was to the day, but Shisui had his SUSPICIONS) was coming undone. She would wake more tense than she had gone to sleep, but by the final day, she seemed to be back to her old self, if somewhat subdued.
Walking into their shared room, with one bed, she didn’t even make a token protest at seeing the bed – it had become a running theme that each night, there were only single rooms left. There would sometimes be multiple rooms with a single bed each, but the two had silently agreed, at least for the trip, that they would just share a room.
It helped Rin sleep, at least, if not Shisui too.
After the fiasco with the water the first night they had shared a bed, they had taken turns on who showered first. This time, Shisui hopped in first, leaving Rin alone in the room. This time, their lodgings weren’t quite so nice – the floor was wooden, though there was a rug to give a splash of color along with the blankets, but no other furniture aside from the bed.
Carefully, she moved around, checking the room, making certain there wasn’t anything…unsightly in the room, anything that would be an irritation, but naturally there was nothing there. Letting out a breath, she pulled out her pajamas, and waited for Shisui to come out.
Luckily for her, he didn’t take nearly as long as she did – and there was a distinct lack of girly screeches as he opened the door, grinning and pointing behind him with a thumb.
“Shower’s all yours. Just don’t stay in there all night, yeah?”
Sticking out her tongue, Rin brushed past, their arms making contact for a brief moment before the door was shut, now leaving Shisui, curls still wet, alone with the barren room. Rather than rest on the bed, he shuffled on over to the single window that looked out onto the small village they’d stopped for the night in.
And that was how, half an hour later, Rin would find him. Shutting off the light to the bathroom, she dropped her dirty clothing on her pack before moving to stand beside him, looking to see what he was looking at. Of course…given it was getting late, there weren’t many people outside, everyone was heading home, the only thing that seemed out of the ordinary being a small family, two parents and their little boy between them, the child being a child, trying to pull away as his parents laughed.
Leaning slightly against the Uchiha, Rin smiled. “Don’t they look happy…”
“Mm?” Head turning to look down at the small medic, it didn’t take much for Shisui’s focus to turn outward. Despite many claims to the contrary, he could be quite serious when he needed to be, and he had been thinking – not really looking at the figures below.
And by now, the family had passed.
“Ah, it was nothing.” She shook her head, the smile on her face remaining as she turned to head for the bed. “Just a thought.”
Confusion fluttered across Shisui’s face before he shrugged and went to follow. “If you say so. Tuckered out already?”
“Mm, not really,” yawning even as she spoke, crawling into the bed. “C’mere anyway?”
“Here I thought ladies didn’t like it when men came fast,” Shisui snickered even as he had to dodge a flying pillow tossed by a groaning Rin.
“That WASN’T what I meant and you know it!” Face all scrunched up in an amused looking pout, Rin reached for the other pillow before a smirk started pulling at her lips. “Does this mean, however, you’re…unskilled in the bedroom?”
“Hey, now, I never said that.” Laughing, he scooped up the tossed pillow before hopping up into the bed, setting the pillow down before leaning over the brunette, a matching smirk of his own on his face now. “Do I need to prove it?”
Rin…had not been prepared for that much closeness, his face so close to hers their lips were already close to touching. It took her a moment before, eyes wide, she looked up at him with a grin. “Mm, maybe you do. I mean, I need to see what I’m working with…”
“Oh, really? I’m sure that could be arranged…” Even as she opened her mouth to protest, she found herself quite unable to – it was hard to talk when there was another set of lips atop your own and, well, she certainly didn’t mind this, her heart rate picking up as she sighed softly into the kiss, hands already reaching up to clasp behind his neck, gently pulling him down towards her – or trying to.
“Hey now,” Shisui’s voice was husky, but still tinted with laughter. “I don’t want to crush you, you are tiny.”
“I’m not that small,” Rin pouted before pushing gently against his chest, causing him to roll over, blankets flying until now, she was straddling him, leaning over until the fabric of her t-shirt was brushing against his bare chest, her hair hanging on either side of her face, tendrils tickling his nose. “Now who’s crushing who?”
“Got me right where you want me, don’t you?” Arms reached up, resting about the small of her back, giving a gentle tug until she was fully laying on him, her face quickly tucking into the side of his neck. “Now, oh mighty small one, what will you do with me?”
Her only response was a soft hum, before slowly leaving a trail of kisses, along his neck, up to his jaw, until finally landing back on his lips, this time taking her time, her tongue pressing lightly against his lips until they parted, letting her in. Rin’s hands moved to cup either side of his face as his hands moved to explore more of her body, sliding up beneath her t-shirt, her skin tingling along the trails his fingers made.
Finally, when she had to pull back (breathing was important after all), his hands tugged on her shirt, pulling upward as she sat up, leaving her top half completely bare and open for inspection. Contrary to popular belief, she did have a nicely sized bosom, nipples pink and quite perky.
There was a moment of silence, before, “…nipple blades.”
“What.”
Rough hands reached up to cup her breasts, Shisui grinning. “You said I had nipple blades the other night…I think you’ve got them now.” Fingers brushed over her nipples, which only made them more firm. “Mm, I don’t think I want you ever using these on other shinobi, though. I kind of like being the only one to see them. You can use these on me any time.” Giving the pair one last, gentle squeeze, his hands moved to the small of her back again as he sat up, keeping her straddled over her lap.
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” the woman smiled, head tilted upward as he grasped her chin, claiming her lips once more, their chests touching as he slowly lowered her back again, leaving a matching trail of kisses along her jaw, her neck, and down her chest, his hands brushing against her sides gently, eyes looking upward, watching her expression all the while.
If there was any indication that she would stop him now, he would – but there was none. Rather the opposite, her eyes wide with what looked to be desire, cheeks flushed, and already he felt his own desire growing as his hands moved to remove her shorts, tugging gently until she lifted her rear up to let him fully remove them.
He took a moment, just drinking in her almost bare body, her scent tickling his nose before leaning back over at an angle, their foreheads touching as one hand trailed down her body, sliding beneath her panties to feel the slickness already there with a soft chuckle.
“Excited, are we?”
“Maybe, just a bit,” Rin bit down on her lip as a single finger slid between her slit, finding her entrance and gently pressing inward, her walls pressing down against his finger as she whimpered softly.
Rather than pull out, he kept his gaze on her face, close as they were – they hadn’t talked about this before, and he did not want to hurt her. Slowly his finger moved, in and out, in and out, as her face steadily grew a darker pink.
Focusing, her eyes locked on his, the corners of her lips quirking upwards once again. “I’m not made of glass, Shisui,” she near-whispered. “You won’t hurt me.” As if to emphasize the point, she lifted her hips, in an attempt to encourage him.
Instead, this seemed to have the opposite effect, the finger being removed, the Uchiha putting a short distance between them. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked over, worried…only to find she shouldn’t have worried at all. While now Shisui was still a bit more covered than she was, he was down to just a pair of boxers, his own pants quickly discarded.
“I want to be sure I won’t hurt you,” he said softly, eyes alight with an emotion Rin couldn’t immediately identify as he leaned over her once again, hands gently grabbing her waist before – they flipped again, with Rin sprawled on top of him, not actually straddling him, instead her legs both on one side of him. “So now, you get to take the reins!” Now, the almost goofy expression she was accustomed to seeing returned, beaming up at her as she shook her head.
“SO not fair, Shisui, working me up then…woosh.” Cheeks puffed and air blew out of her mouth as she lifted a leg to straddle his waist, moving so that she was sitting instead of just sort of lazily laying on top of him. “Though I suppose this does mean I can tease younow…”
Despite her words, however, she seemed content to remain still on top of him. Almost…nervous. Excited, yes, but nervous as well.
“Hey, who’s the one who was talking about being skilled in the bedroom?” The teasing was gentle, rough hands still resting on her hips as he watched her, content to remain like this for however long was needed.
“Well, ONE of us needs to know what we’re doing, at least,” face scrunched up, the brunette pouting before sticking her tongue out, moving her hips against his crotch, able to feel just how excited he was. “…and it certainly isn’t me.”
An eyebrow raised as the man looked upward at the brunette, mouth opening to say something, but then there were soft, almost delicate fingers tugging at the waistband of his boxers, Rin lifting herself up just enough to let the material pass, freeing his length from the material…
…but not his legs. Now his boxers were just awkwardly sitting on his legs, only partially pulled down as she straddled him again, the only thing separating them there being the thin material of her panties as she rocked her hips slowly against his, cheeks growing brighter and brighter.
“Are you sure you don’t know what you’re doing?” There was a soft groan as Shisui asked, looking up at her with a hooded gaze. “You seem pretty good at this to me.”
Giggling, she nodded, leaning over slightly before moving back, down his legs, tugging his boxers the rest of the way down until he was left completely bare before her – not that he seemed to mind this, no.
Especially not when he felt her hair brushing against his skin, and then eyes slammed open as he felt himself engulfed in a moist warmth, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at Rin, who had taken him in her mouth. Well, partially, slowly, eyes wide as she looked up at him.
It was almost enough for him to come UNDONE right then and there.
Her head pulled back, sucking gently, her eyes remaining locked on his, his hand going to rest atop her head and grasping gently at Rin’s hair, tugging just enough to keep her from going back down.
“Mm? Was – was I not doing it right?” Uncertainty was plain as day in Rin’s voice, lips tugging downward even as the Uchiha shook his head, moving his hands down to tug her upward, back onto him.
“No, that’s not it at all,” his voice, in contrast, was husky, rough even as he chuckled. “I just – we don’t want to ruin the main event, DOwe?”
“O-oh!” If possible, her face got brighter. She was straddled over him once more, the dampness from her saliva and her own arousal serving to make her panties uncomfortably wet. “I – you’re r-right, we, ahem, we don’t.”
“And…you’re still sure you want to do this?”
“….Shisui Uchiha, if you ask me that again, I won’t be happy. Yes, I’m sure.” The redness faded from her face, though he couldn’t really see that as Rin leaned forward, pushing him back onto his back, their chests pressed together as she pulled an unexpectedly bold move.
One slender hand reached down, tugging her panties to the side, not even taking the time to pull them off before lining herself up, his tip against her entrance and in one quick moment she pushed herself down on him. Beneath her, Shisui let out a low moan, his hands moving to grasp her hips as his eyes shut.
Rin, however, merely whimpered, grabbing the man’s attention quickly. “…you alright?” His voice was soft, looking up at her unmoving, their bodies still connected with her clinging to him. She took one breath, two, before nodding, giving a small smile.
“I’m fine, I just, wasn’t expecting that, is all.” To prove her point, she lifted herself up, almost off of him before moving back down, this time a bit slower than the initial penetration had been, her hands moving to either side of his body, pressing against the mattress to give herself leverage, the initial pain she had felt fading into a building pleasure, one that (if she were any judge) was shared.
It wasn’t long at all, however, before his fingers dug into her hips – he tried to be gentle, oh how he TRIED but it seemed she honestly didn’t mind if not flat out enjoyed it – hips thrusting upward into her quicker and quicker until he reached his peak, crying out as his length twitched inside of her, the pair both out of breath, Rin’s gaze warm as she looked down at him.
No one could claim that their first time was glorious, no one could claim it was intense, or long, but one thing was certain.
When they fell asleep that night, they were both the most relaxed they had been in a long, long time.
It was strange how people assumed she would remember every last detail of that fateful mission, the mission that would change her life – their lives – permanently. There was absolutely no denying that she had vivid recollections of what had happened, but – not all of it.
She didn’t remember their entering enemy territory, or much of the bickering that was going on between her two teammates. She didn’t remember much about being taken aside from the sudden darkness that had overcome her.
She didn’t even remember much of the gejutsu that was used on her.
But what she did remember was that feeling of relief as she saw Obito and Kakashi – what was with his eye? Wait was that the sharingan…? – relief that she was free from her bindings, relief that the team was together again, that Kakashi and Obito were getting along.
Then it all blurred together, the rocks began to fall, they were running, running, but then Kakashi got hit, and then he was flying through the air and Obito–
Obito…
His eye – crimson, piercing, strange and different yet comforting because this was Obito, and Obito could never scare her – looking up at her, asking, begging her to take it – to give it to Kakashi as a gift – a promise, and she couldn’t deny him.
She couldn’t deny him. Not today. Not when it was the last thing he would ever ask of her.
Not when it would help Kakashi, give him a second eye where there would be nothing but emptiness otherwise if she didn’t act, didn’t do this now.
She remembered the feel of hot liquid over her hands – clear, red – removing what was left within Kakashi’s head, going to Obito and carefully, carefully removing the eye – that eye with the swirling tomoe, that meant so much to Obito, so much – her hands shaking as she used her chakra to cut it off at the right spot because if she didn’t do this right – didn’t do it perfect – his death would be completely in vain.
Even if his death was pointless, something of him could live on, she would still have something of both her teammates in Kakaashi and she needed that.
She couldn’t remember finishing, finishing without the proper tools for such a surgery, because surgery it was – an eye transplant the likes of which hadn’t been done as far as she knew, and certainly was never covered in instruction, and even later when asked she couldn’t tell how she had done it, she couldn’t, because she couldn’t remember.
She did remember sitting with Obito, selfishly wishing time would stop, that she could have all the time in the world for this last conversation she would have with Obito despite the fact that he was in agony – half his body crushed and an eye taken from his head, of course he was in agony! – but she didn’t want to let go, didn’t think that she could.
But then there was Kakashi, his hand reaching down, his voice urgent, and Obito’s grip slipped from her hand – sweat, tears, blood, it didn’t matter what was there, it only made the parting quicker – and with one last look she was up and running, hands grasping as she was pulled up from the hole.
Then there were enemies all around, and she was desperate, desperately clinging to the one she had left – sensei wasn’t here, after all, was he? It wasn’t his fault, but he wasn’t here, he wasn’t seeing what was happening without him here, and she couldn’t, wouldn’t lose Kakashi here too, as she confessed feelings that she wasn’t even certain of herself – desperate to have something to keep him there with her.
After he rejected her – though was it really a rejection or just heat of the moment and panic? – she didn’t remember anything more until finally, finally sensei had arrived–
–and she saw first hand why he was the Yellow Flash yet again–
–and down went the enemies, one by one almost like dominos, and then he was there, and Kakashi was on the ground, and there was a brief look of panic and confusion on sensei’s face but then it was gone and had she imagined it?
He didn’t ask what had happened. Not to her. Not then.
Not ever.
Even if he had, he would never have gotten anything clear from her.
Nothing but doubt – doubt about her skill, about her motives, about her very existance and place on the team.
A doubt that remained with her until the day she became the jinchurriki to Isobu.
The doubt that fueled her final decision in life, causing blood once again to run thickly against her skin, but this time her own rather than Obito’s.
And the last thing she saw, were the eyes of her two teammates. Together in the end.
