#fightingdreamcrs

[kikaichuno]

@fightingdreamcrs

"Kurenai-sensei...!" The tone Shino took suggests that he's been doing something slightly illegal and she just walked in on the wrong moment.

[scariestnara]

plots please!

@fightingdreamcrs asked for plotty plots!

me thinks u want the nara bois so i'm giving u the nara bois

shikadai and yoshino deserve grandma/grandson time. i like to imagine him begrudgingly going with her on walks after she insists but really, he's happy to spend time with her. also i need her to tell him about shikaku; he won't only know of his grandfather from history books and sugarcoated war stories. also pls consider older shikadai still spending time with his grandma and catching up with her thank u

i want shikamaru learning about yoshino's past. i want him to have that conversation with her, about who she was, about how his parents became who they were, about her generation and the wars they went through. i also would love to explore his taking over of the clan and its responsibilities, up to even his marriage with temari and her own arrival into the hierarchy. i am also and will always be a sucker for grandma yoshino still mothering him when he's a grown adult.

there are so many things i want to explore with shikaku and yoshino's relationship. their youth, how they fell for each other, but also their trauma and the war and how they handled being in love, wanting a future while being soldiers. i would love to explore how your shikaku fits within all my hcs about yoshino's pregnancy, how she quits duty and becomes a full time parent. and i'd love to see an AU where he survives and how they manage to heal, but always together. how they finally can see an endgame, despite everything.

[kyousei-a]

     @fightingdreamcrs​ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ: “ if you're not ready to talk about it, let's not talk about it. “ // hurt comfort prompts

     The Nara compound is filled to the brim with green. Green grass, bushes, trees... This place is alien to the Sunan prince whose home is made in shades of brown. Shinki is sitting at the edge of the wrap-around porch in the middle of the homes that branched from this area and watched the breeze tussle the leaves of the largest tree.

     Shinki wondered if they took their prospering garden for granted.

     His father told him it was to be a day to bond with his family, hence the lack of armor and face paint that particular day. Morning was spent trying to decline Aunt Temari’s efforts to feed him much more than he needed, followed by a walk around the village. Shikadai was made to finish his daily training with Uncle Shikamaru rather than join his cousin, which was fine for Shinki. This family is much... much more exciting than he is used to back home.

     Upon his return it wasn’t a coincidence that Shinki looked annoyed, far more than usual. Attempts from his family to discover why were met with iron walls and “I’m fine”s that weren’t convincing in the least.

     So he sits and practices his breathing techniques and watches the leaves and enjoys a moment to himself. Until he hears footsteps coming up from behind him and Shikadai sits a bit further away than normal. He speaks and Shinki wrinkles his nose. This again.

     ❝Then let’s not.❞ He turns away. A beat passes between them. ❝How was training with Uncle?❞

[loveoaths]

@fightingdreamcrs​ liked for a starter ! ( ages ago )

once upon a time, shizuma would have embraced kagura as his own. after all, he belongs to shizuma, and no one else. shizuma pulled him from the common rabble. shizuma taught him where to cut, to love the smell of blood, to follow orders without question.  shizuma painstakingly molded him into someone — no,  something new. 

something useful. something precious. something beloved.

then kagura betrayed him.

and shizuma wound up... here.

in maximum detention.

locked away in a glass cell so far beneath kirigakure that the sounds of the sea sneak through his pitch-black cell each night and whisper at him from all sides, seducing, unceasing, maddening. the sea only says one thing: revenge is your birthright. claim it.

during his second week in maximum detention, an inmate had laughed, “Aw, the guppy’s lonely in his fishbowl.” shizuma tore the inmate’s tongue out with his teeth and ate it in front of the others with a lazy sneer. 

the officials stopped giving him roommates after that. shizuma’s been alone ever since. 

he hates it here. he craves human contact, human voices, human touch. those are malleable things, those are flesh and blood, those are malleable; without them, shizuma has nothing to transform, nothing to fuel his hunger for change.

so yeah. he fucking hates it here.

but not nearly as much as he hates his sweet, stupid, backstabbing karatachi kagura.

he knows it’s him before the overhead floodlights zap on, before the guards boots near his cell door, before the light catches those wide, rabbit pink eyes that shizuma would like nothing more than to loll over his tongue and squish like grapes. he knows because shizuma memorizes the smell of all of His Things, and marks them with the scent glands between his knuckles so the world knows who they belong to.

kagura, like buntan and the rest of the Seven, like this village, belong to him. 

kagura has forgotten that.

shizuma intends to remind him. 

soon.

very soon.

for now, shizuma shows his hands when the guard orders him to, then steps forward until his bare feet just barely cross the perimeter line keeping him from the glass protecting (ha!) kagura from him. there’s six feet between them. there are no mirrors here and no clocks, but shizuma has kept himself as clean as a cat as can be while incarcerated. shizuma scrapes a hand lazily over his shaved head, then braces the same hand on the security glass and draaaaaags it down, leering at the jarring shriek of claws on glass.

shizuma presses his face to the glass and inhales deeply, gills aflutter, lips parting slightly to taste the air, eyes slipping shut as the scent of sea and sweat and nerves and kagura wash over him.  

it tastes like kagura is right beside to him.

right where he belongs.

“It’s been awhile, Kagura. Come to check up on your old friend?” shizuma drawls boredly, uncomfortably casual as if he would not wrap his hands around kagura’s heart if he could just reach. he feigns boredom as he scans kagura, his peripheral settling on kagura’s throat. he can see the pulse jumping. saliva builds below his tongue. that’s right, kagura; i’m the only one who can do that to you. your heart starts and stops at my discretion. “As you can see, I’m being a very good boy.” he doesn’t wait for the guards to answer. they don’t matter. kagura’s pink eyes darken to blood in the low light. shizuma is the shark in the deep, hungering for a taste.

[daybreakrising]

@fightingdreamcrs​ liked for a starter | Genma & Habiki

“So, I hear you’re getting a little impatient with your missions.” Genma eyed the kid knowingly, wondering if they knew just how alike they really were. He remembered being that age and eager to get to the serious stuff. “I get it. It can be frustrating being stuck with the everyday tasks when all you want is to get your teeth stuck into something exciting.” He leant his weight back against his heels, arms crossing over his chest as he thoughtfully switched his senbon to the other side of his mouth.

“And before you start complaining,” he cut in, sensing the other was about to do just that, “I’m going to make you a deal.” Settling a hand on Habiki’s shoulder, he turned them around and pointed to a target carved into a tree several feet away. It was a fair distance, far enough away not to be easy but still close enough that Genma considered it fair. After all, it would defeat the point if he made it next to impossible.

He stepped up beside them and, without hesitation, spat the senbon in his mouth towards the target. It struck the dead centre, sinking deep enough into the wood that it didn’t even quiver. “If you can spit a senbon anywhere into that target by the end of the day, I’ll see what I can do about you accompanying me on a minor mission outside the village.” He gave Habiki a very pointed look at the word minor. “Providing your sensei and the Hokage sign off on it, of course.”

[godsand-archive]

* *     @fightingdreamcrs​ .     |      temari

                                      ❛  i no longer wish to be feared .  ❜        

                                                         by you , by you , by you .

[scurriilous]

@fightingdreamcrs 

  Strained, guttural sounds that leave the Jashinist’s lips reveal his current predicament. See, Hidan was by no means weak, but when you’re hauling the unconscious body of a 6′2, 250 pound of pure fucking muscle shinobi, you might just STRUGGLE. 

   ❝ Well - don’t just fucking stand there !! ❞ barks the voice of a man who’s far surpassed the limits of both his body and psyche, ❝ Give me a hand, will ya? The Boss wants this guy alive and if I have to lug him any farther myself I’m gonna start SLICING OFF LIMBS. ❞

[kyousei-archive]

     @fightingdreamcrs​ sᴀɪᴅ: don’t leave me. [ kagura to yagura ] // miscellaneous angst starters

     ❝Kagura...❞

     The boy looks so broken like this, crumpled to his knees on the path that leads to Yagura’s home. What happened in Kiri for him to come here with such a request? What was said to him?

     Yagura’s hands curled into tight fists at his sides, mouth thinning into a line. So his nephew’s situation hadn’t improved as much as he wanted... Not with his training or the knowledge that the former Mizukage wasn’t as much of a monster as he had once thought. Heart aches in his chest when he finally relaxes his fingers.

     ❝Kagura, look at me,❞ Yagura continues as he steps closer and crouches to put them on the same plane. Once his eyes meet familiar magenta a hand is placed upon dusty blond hair that so resembles his own. ❝Tell me what happened. Please. I won’t leave; you know I won’t leave. I’m here to help you.❞