((I don't usually finish a lot of my writing stuff))
Real quick
To clarify, I got my inspiration from another fic I've read, a song with ten names, it includes like all the akatsuki members, soo you might see more for them too If I come up with more
aswtn it is created by the lovely @immoralimmortals , you should definitely check it out (I quiet enjoyed it)
They referred to the reader as takara, and I quite like that
I use it like once
You don't need to know their fanfic before reading mine it's just I came up with a one shot that fits into their kisame and reader dynamic
So no worry for any major spoilers
Fic below the cut ↓
A Princess of the night
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Takara, a princess from another land
What a beauty she was
Her eyes held the stars
And her voice was as calming as the night
It could enchant anyone who heard it
Kisame was glad to protect such a lady
She held to the beauty of the moon
A girl sent from space as Tobi would say, if he recalled correctly
He couldn't understand how such a woman could be so gentle and kind to him
What a treat it was really, he wouldn't ask for any more than what he gave
She truly was a princess of the night
He stood guard just outside her room
The halls were dark
It was quiet, the lady should be sleeping at this point
It was so late
Anyone could come and scoop her up if he's not careful
Hed hate for that to ever happen
He would miss her kind smile
And wonderful voice
…
He can be her knight in shining armor if such happened
His face felt warm as he thought of saving her
Holding her close to keep her safe
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A soft creek
Kisasme turned his head over to look at the small lady
“Princess, what are you doing up” he mumbled his voice rough, almost like he was incapable of being gentle
She rubbed her arm looking off
She was so meek
It was adorable
“..could you come in” she muttered
…
He wasn't going to disagree, so he followed in with soft clunks of his metal.
It was dark in her room beside the open curtain letting in the glow of the moon.
“Are you alright?” he was concerned
The princess nodded her head softly
She wore a long loose flowy dress
She looked lovely in the moonlight
The curse he wants to hold and touch her
“I'm okay” she hummed rubbing her neck “I wanted company…” she muttered
Kisame forced his gaze away from her, gosh he had too much power over him
“C-could you take off the armor?” she asked softly
She had the power to make him do anything if she wanted
Yet she was so nervous to ask him to do anything
It was endearing really
He grunted in response, he tried to sound gentler that time
God, she's softened him up
He took off his helmet, arm bands, and chest plate, setting them aside with a light clang.
He still had the bottom half of his armor on with his black under-turtle neck.
Her footsteps were quiet as she stepped closer to him
Gently leaning against his chest
…
He was nervous
What if he was too rough
He was never super good at being gentle
“It's cold… you're warm” she mumbled sleepily
“Could you stay”
He was cautious about how he held her, Gently wrapping his arms around her form.
He didn't want to hold her too tight
“If that's what you want princess” he murmured
“You should go to sleep,” he said lifting her onto the bed
Soon joining next to her “It's awfully late y’know” he hummed
Be soft, be quiet, be gentle
She scooted next to him.
“im sorry…” she muttered laying her head on his tough chest
“I wanted you here with me” she whispered closing her eyes
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She hummed listing to his pounding heart
“Your quite nice” She nuzzled her head against him
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He could be gentle
He can't treat her carefully
He was her knight in shining armor
He could protect her through the night and be the one to keep her safe
…
She lay next to him, her head resting on his chest. His arm wrapped around her, keeping her close to him so he could feel her warmth.
He quietly looked at her the moonlight just barely lighting up her face
Her eyes were closed as she slept quietly
She was so beautiful
The title of princess befitted her
The lady from the stars
She was truly something magnificent.
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Everything drifted off…
...
…as Kisame awoke in his own bed
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Rain pattering outside
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Samehada leaning against his bedside table, his Akatsuki robe hanging off the top of it
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Just a silly dream
Most of these here will be inspired by @immoralimmortals fic
Which you should check out!!!
(the zombies pare have both of their fic done!!
As a reminder, go check out @immoralimmortals fic, it's super good and is the backbone to what I've written here, there's no real spoilers for the story here
Just the dynamic of sasori and the reader
One last nite before you go on read, the reader's name is takara(as it is in aswtn) , and I do use it to refured to you as the reader here too
Fic below the cut↓
“Art is eternal”
Thats was the puppet boy thought
Something that will last forever
Something that could outlast him
Something so beautiful that it should stay for years to come
For it's beauty to be admired
That's what the puppet boy thought
The puppet boy made with wood, hollow on the inside, cold and empty
Truly dedicated to his craft, he made himself art, perfect and eternal
A puppet, forever lasting
He needed no one else
Not a single person
his mother and father made into puppets by his own hands
He felt nothing
Not a single thing
He was cold and empty
Sitting in the small dark space
That was the comfort he needed
It was all he needed
He sat quietly
Absent mindedly thinking
What else was there to think about here?
He was only dreaming...
....
A lovely melody intruded
How odd…
It sickly sweet too
Before he could notice he followed after the sound
In a room sat a girl by a piano
It was dark, a spot light shined on the girl
That was all he could see, as she sat there
Fingers gliding across the keys as she sung
The lady was alluring
She was beauty as he saw it
Her voice just as lovely
His insides burned
He did not understand such feelings
A fire ablaze inside him
It burned
How could a lady so simple and ungraceful as herself
Cause him to feel like this...
It almost hurt
But her voice soothed him
It made the burning in his wooden body feel nice
He felt warm as he sat on the floor looking up at the singing doll, performing for him
She could the be a perfect eternal figure of his art
He could make her something beautiful, something to admire
She had so much potential to be such lovely art for him
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He was a sculptor
And she was the marble
He could chip her to be something perfect
Something he could admire
His ultimate art…
Deidara knew not a thing about art
His art could only be the best, she was not yet perfect
She was appealing yes
she made his insides smokey
Such things about intrigued him, made him curious about her
It agitated him, the burning annoyed him
He wanted it to go away
Sasiori was not a patient person
Hed try to tear himself open
To put out the flames on his heart to get this burning ache to extinguish
He was no longer hollow with this burning flame singe his wooden body...
The ich in the back of his head
Subconsciously feeling an emotion he didn't quite grasp
He didn't want to let this lady closer
She had burned him horribly
Yet he itched for her to extinguish the flame
To cool his heart
The puppet boy was at odds with himself
The lady before him was intriguing, how could she make him feel this way
How could she , with her inelegant stature
He could only admire the most perfect work, nothing less
She was not that
This, lady from another place, beyond the stars
Had made his cold heart burn painfully, made him feel more then he knew he could
Now before him
In a empty ballroom of sorts
Eerily quiet, there as perfect as can be
She stood wearing a dress of his own
His art made her prefect
Even still, his body burned, more so then before, flames a blaze inside him
Why… why does it burn still
What was this foolish feeling he felt
The annoying warmth in his stomach that made him feel whole
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Feelings were stupid…
The lady now as graceful as ever stood before him
His eternal figure of art and beauty
Her hands reached out to his heart
Coming closer then he would allow
Raging flames sizzled away as she clasped her hands on his heart
She quelled the burning within him
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He couldn't believe she had gotten so close
She was eternal beauty
She always was...in ways he refused to acknowledge
…how could she not be a creation of his own
He could only acknowledge his art
For his art was superior
His art was the embodiment of perfection and gracefulness
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And she was his marble statue
He had carved so delicately to make perfect
He could not let her crack and crumbled
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She could be his perfect masterpiece
His distant eyes carefully admired his art
takara, a beautiful perfect porcelain doll
One he kept for himself to admire
One where he could make all sorts of pretty dress for her and listen to her sing
He could brush through her lovely hair
And admire her endlessly
She was his art
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Too bad she wasn't a porcelain doll who could quell the burning ache in his heart
He could not love her, he was incapable, He was cold and empty…
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Sasiori knew that
What a stupid dream to have…
He subconsciously knew what he wanted from her, but yet denied the answer
He would not love something as ungraceful as her
He couldn't…
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...
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The puppet boy laid absentmindedly
The subtle flickers of flames in his wooden body
He could not recall his dream from that night…
Most of these here will be inspired by @immoralimmortals fic
Which you should check out!!!
(the zombies pare have both of their fic done!!
I might rewrite it in the future I'm not sure if I liked how this one played out 🤷
If you've seen my other one shot you would know that I'm pulling my inspiration from @immoralimmortals
Im a real big fan of their fic a song with ten names and decided to make my own one shot backed around each of the akatsuki relationships with the reader
Oh btw! The readers name is takara same thing applies here!!
Now just below is the fic ↓
Hidan was a religious man
one who worshiped his lord with blood
and offered tributes of death and destruction for his lord
jashin, such a holy name
one that gifted him an angel
takara
a lady that jashin himself had sent for him
he didn't believe it at first, till jashin showed him her beauty
not to mention the wonderful melodies she brought with her
…
there she was as radiant as ever
the jashinist didn't quite understand intimacy like how most would
he enjoyed hurting and destroying things, leaving his mark on the world in the name of jashinist
He found pleasure in both his own and the pain of others
And yet here he laid his head in her lap
resting on her pale dress
her eyes were closed
as she lightly dragged the sharp blade of a kunai across his skin
if she applied any pressure shed surly cut him
it made him antsy
she was so gentle
yet she carried so much sorrow
and a sin of her own
he had found her frazzled and scared
and yet, she had it in her to kill
just that had made him believe jashin had set them to meet
he could almost say it was meant to happen
his lovely angel…
hed carve her sins into a prayer...
To clear her head and rid her of sorrow
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she pressed down just a it more
the pain was almost euphoric
blood seeped into her dress
dying what was white to red
she continued to slit and slash at him
much to his delights
His hand reached out to the hazy light above him
the tips of his fingers leave marks of blood on her face as his hand cupped her cheek
he could feel the blood loss seeping into him
it felt so nice, he was on cloud 9
he felt warm, a smile tugged at his lips as he half lidded stared up at her
It was ephoric
she was glowing like an angel
she was here all for him
and gosh red complimented her skin so well
his eyes flicker closed for a moment
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she was glorious
covered in blood
everyone else died around them
a wonderful tribute to their lord
he met with her in the clearing of the village looking at the wonderful destruction they had caused
his hands held hers, hands red and pure a symbol of their love
he brushed her hair out of her face hands now cupping her cheeks
her eyes were closed
at this moment he felt truly happy
what better then to express his admiration for his angel
he firmly held her still as he pressed his lips against hers
the light taste of iron on his tongue
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she leaned back
looking down at him his head on here lap
his blood on her pale dress
she was beautiful
her eyes glimmered so nicely
she smiled, creases forming in the corner of her mouth
she was so soft, so gentle with the way she harmed him
she was delicat, like glass
he was careful not to break her
what a pitiful state she would be in
hed wouldn't want to see her so pathetic
hell hold her close
nice and tight
no one could take her from him
she could never break
she was so small
the symbol of jashin pressed between them
oh he was grateful for his lord
he'd never doubt him again
what a great disciple she was
wonderful listener too
he could never find a replacement
not ever in is immortal life
she was his angel...
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…
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And just like that ...
It all faded away...
lazy eyes opened, he was annoyed his dream was cut short
it hadn't even gotten to the good part
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maybe it wasn't so good he dreamed of her so often …
And here he thought she was the one clinging to him
Most of these here will be inspired by @immoralimmortals fic
Which you should check out!!!
(the zombies pare have both of their fic done!!
