Today I'm bringing you the continuation of the sexuality headcanons, it's time for my ships (I'm actually a multi shipper but these are the ones I usually default to, and particularly for this canon divergence I have where the Uchiha massacre didn't happen, Neji and Asuma lived and Obito actually died at Kannabi Bridge so there's really no 4th war, Minato and Kushina are still dead tho)
I'm only going to put down the shops, any further elaboration will be shown in other posts through small vignettes.
Okay so:
- narusasusaku, also known as poly Team 7. 3 bi people in love with each other, they're actually the last of the konoha 11 to get into a relationship.
- Sai x Ino, a lesbian and an agender person together because I love me some really queer relationships, it's like keeping canon somehow but this is literally how I see them.
-Shikamaru X Temari, canon but make it bi X bi, also shikamaru will wear anything Temari feels like, they even coordinate outfits sometimes.
- Choji X karui, we're keeping canon here
- Gaalee, oblivious due to upbringing X oblivious because he holds so much love for everyone
- Tenten + Neji + Lee, surprise fuckers, Lee might be in a romantic relationship with Gaara but he has so much love to give he is also in a QPR with Tenten and Neji (I'm an aroace person, I never see enough QPR rep)
- Kiba x Shino + Hinata, kiba and shino are romantically involved, and Hinata is in a qpr with both of them because they're cool like that.
- Tenzo/Yamato & Iruka, these two have a friends with benefits type thing going on, open to anything but with discussed boundaries and they're actually pretty good friends anyways
- Gai + Kakashi + Genma, these 3 started a qpr at some point when Kakashi was still in Anbu (particularly because of how my AU works) and it's been like that ever since.
If Rin and Obito had lived (but that's for another AU), they would've got together with Kakashi but the genkakagai QPR would've developed anyways.
Outside of this I also kept Asuma and Kurenai as a canon ship but made it bi X bi.
wings (and other hidden things) - lemon_ee - Naruto (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
Naruto’s wings are sunshine yellow tipped with vibrant orange, always bright with energy.
Sasuke’s wings have always been dark and sleek, glowing slightly purple under moonlight.
Sakura’s wings shine soft and pink, and never, ever flutter.
Kakashi’s wings… well. He hides them just like he masks his face, never letting even a hint of feathers out.
(Or: Five times people thought about Kakashi’s wings, and one time he let everyone see.)
This is an AU where shinobi have wings, but they’re similar to chakra constructs except more permanent and solid. They evolve as the user gets more powerful or has a life-changing experience, and are directly connected to chakra coils. Wings are also a symbol of diplomacy, status, and identity. Enjoy!
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Kiss on a dare and “This isn’t who I am.” for Kakagen. There, it's official. :P
Well, this isn’t a 500 word drabble or a micro drabble as I intended. Have 2000 words of KakaGen because I couldn’t help myself. Still accepting asks (and filling them slowly lol) from here.
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Sunlight pierced through the blinds, tormenting Genma’s oversensitive eyes. He rolled onto his side, groaned, and threw an arm across his face. He needed something to erase the memory of alcohol from his tongue, but he prefered that the room stopped spinning first. While he couldn’t remember the exact events from the previous night, they definitely involved too many shots.
As Genma started to push the covers off, two things occurred to him: someone else was in the room, and his bed didn’t have a green blanket patterned with black shuriken Genma’s eyes slid toward the opposite side of the bed and found it empty. Then, he noticed the shinobi lounging on the window sill like it was the most comfortable seat in the entire world. He did a double take when Kakashi eye-smiled. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”
“Fuck you,” Genma ground out, scrambling for a fragment of last night’s memories. He came up empty handed.
Kakashi sat with his right leg bent, arm resting on the knee. An Icha Icha book dangled open in his hand as he supported the majority of his weight on the ball of his other foot. Kakashi wore the sleeveless black of Anbu rather than the jonin uniform that he typically favored. It had been a long time since Genma saw him wear that, too long. His eyes skimmed across lean muscle and pale skin.
“Interesting choice of words,” Kakashi snorted, snapping the book shut.
Genma refused to rise to the bait. Tossing the blankets aside, he stood. His mind scrambled for memories, but he forced himself to calm down. After a moment of too long silence, Kakashi pushed to his feet and nodded toward one of the doors. “The bathroom is through there."
Grunting a thanks, Genma moved off in that direction. Only once the door was firmly shut behind him did he allow the panic to close in. What the actual fuck was he doing in Kakashi’s apartment? What the hell happened last night? He still had clothes on, which, depending on how one looked at things, could be considered good or bad.
Genma crossed the room to splash cold water onto his face. He’d met up with Raido and Iwashi for a rare night out. They’d become few and far between since Iwashi got married and Raido got serious about his latest girl. An hour or so into the night, some of their other friends showed up. Then, the shots and tall tales started. Genma didn’t remember the details or the faces, except for one, Kakashi. But, they’d been on opposite sides of the room, a million miles apart, as usual.
Other details fought for attention, but Genma couldn’t be sure that they belonged to reality. He could almost recall his arms around Kakashi’s shoulders, followed closely by the heat of the other man’s chest. Laughter rang in his ears as their lips brushed.
"Fuck,” Genma growled, scrubbing through his hair with both hands. His reflection judged him from the mirror, bloodshot eyes disapproving. Genma steeled his nerve. He had lived through enough awkward morning afters to know how this went. For now, he needed to get out. Stalling in the bathroom was only going to make it worse.
When Genma stepped back into the bedroom, it was empty. He cut his eyes toward the window, wondering if he could open it without–
“I figured you’d still be the type to run the next morning.” Kakashi’s voice behind him shattered Genma’s resolve.
Genma turned and offered his signature grin. Thankfully, that came easily to him even though he had no idea where his senbon had gotten off to. Or his bandana for that matter. He raised his shoulders in a shrug. “I wasn’t thinking of running off, I was just admiring your decorating skills.”
Kakashi laughed, but didn’t point out the obvious lie. The plain white wall beside the window had a single shelf on it, covered with dust and a plant that looked like it had seen better days. A teasing lilt entered Kakashi’s voice. “Planning of making a habit of waking up here?”
If only. A blush rushed onto Genma’s cheeks before he could stop it. Hopefully, the dim light covered it. Nervousness washed through him, a relic from another lifetime. “Dunno, you planning to take me to bed more often?”
Genma cringed at the words as they came out of his mouth. Lately, all of his wit and confidence bled out in Kakashi’s presence. The man reduced Genma to a bumbling idiot and didn’t even realize it. He couldn’t remember when this stupid crush started. One day he’d looked at Kakashi and seen something different, felt something different. There were far more interesting men out there, women too. And honestly, the last thing that Genma needed in his life was a grumpy, moody Hokage. But still, the feeling persisted.
“I’m surprised you remember last night.” Kakashi’s voice took on a tone that Genma wasn’t familiar with, almost gentle with an undercurrent of uncertainty. “You were pretty drunk.“
Genna considered lying, but he didn’t want to make things any worse than they already were. He shrugged. "I remember bits and pieces.”
“Which ones?” At some point during the awkwardness, Kakashi had crossed the room. The proximity of his voice made Genma jump. He offered a glass of water. “Did you mean any of it?”
Genma took the cup and drained it, buying himself a moment to think. He hated the uncomfortable feeling of being exposed as a fraud. Did he mean any of what? “Hell, I barely remember my own name.”
Kakashi hummed under his breath and pulled away, the almost closeness disappearing like it had never been. The man nodded toward the side of the bed. “Your armor and weapons are there.”
Genma gazed at the flak vest and pouches folded neatly in the corner. He had missed those when he stumbled from the bed in shock, but he knew that he’d never left them so orderly. Genma raised one eyebrow. “Why don’t you fill in the blanks?”
“This,” Kakashi paused and exhaled, dark eyes searching. Then, he gestured vaguely at the bed and Genma. “This isn’t who I am.”
The words stunned Genma, especially since he had no clue what Kakashi was talking about. What wasn’t him? The way the room was decorated? The uncomfortable tension suddenly between them? His eyes had lingered on the bed–ohhh. Realization crashed in as the implication hit home. “What if I said it wasn’t me either?”
“You’d be lying.” Kakashi chuckled under his breath, offering a half shrug.
Genma took two steps in Kakashi’s direction, anger burning hot in his chest. He hated the suggestion that he was an easy lay. He hated that he couldn’t read Kakashi’s face like a normal person. “It is impossible to know what you’re thinking with this damn mask on.”
Without bothering with the wisdom of the movement, Genma reached for the fabric. Kakashi didn’t resist. His mask puddled around his neck and chest, forgotten. The man didn’t even have the decency to act surprised. In fact, Kakashi’s now visible lips curled into a smirk. Whiskey and tequila, the mixture of flavors on Genma’s tongue was nearly as potent as the mouth pressed against his. Neon lights flashed as the room spun. Catcalls and whistles, laughter. An arm tight around his shoulders. Whispered words too soft to recall, then a tug at his hand.
Fractured pieces began to fit themselves back together. Genma hissed under his breath. “Raido, Raido and that stupid dare."
"So, you do remember?” Watching Kakashi’s mouth move in time with his words temporarily distracted Genma from answering. He’d seen Kakashi without the mask one other time, back in Anbu. That night had etched itself into Genma’s memory forever, and not just because of Kakashi’s face.
Genma mentally shook himself away from those dangerous thoughts. “I know that Raido is an idiot, and I must have had a hell of a lot more to drink than I realized.”
Kakashi smiled, an honest to Kami visible smile, and Genma’s stomach did some kind of uncomfortable fluttery thing. “Would you like me to refresh your memory?”
Feeling his normal confidence flooding back in, Genma offered a cheeky grin. “Why don’t you hit the high points?”
“You were drunk and sloppy. Overeager with too much alcohol and too little common sense.” Genma’s heart plummeted at Kakashi’s words. Those were the good parts? “You slurred through some explanation about it being a stupid dare, that you had to fulfill. Honestly, I didn’t catch most of the words. Then, you kissed me.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to kill Raido. But first, I’m going to poison him, so that it’s slow and miserable. Then I’m going to--Kakashi’s next words interrupted Genma’s plotting. “We left shortly after that.”
Genma didn’t want to ask, he really didn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. “And then?”
“And then, we came here.” Kakashi let the silence drag out for a few moments, then shrugged. “Look, like I said last night, I’m not interested in a one night stand. I just want to get everyone off of my back about dating.”
Genma knew the feeling. Raido had been nagging him as well, but his friend’s teasing centered around Kakashi. He’d been hounding Genma for weeks, if not months, to make a move. Kakashi continued, totally unaware of Genma’s thoughts. “You were drunk and spouting nonsense, so I left you in bed to sleep it off.”
Left you in bed to sleep it off. The words repeated in Genma’s mind before it jumped back to the earlier ones. He turned to face Kakashi, trying hard not to stare at the beauty mark below his lips. “What kind of nonsense?”
Kakashi tugged at the mask around his neck, straightening the fabric in preparation to replace it. His eyes met Genma’s. “Nothing that needs repeated. Hopefully last night’s act will get them to leave us alone for a few days at least.”
Genma watched the slow movement of Kakashi’s hand, thoughts spinning in circles with every heartbeat. The dare. Raido’s teasing and the knowing looks. Dozens of almosts, constantly wishing that he’d said something, hating that he hadn’t. Wanting things to be different. He drew a quick breath. “What if it wasn’t all an act?”
Kakashi arched one eyebrow skyward, lips pulling into a frown that Genma had to restrain himself from kissing back into a smile. “What do you mean?”
“Hell, I’m too old for this shit.” Genma stepped into the remaining space between himself and Kakashi. The mask hung from the man’s fingertips, not quite back in place. It fluttered down in slow motion as Genma met Kakashi’s gaze without flinching. ““I don’t remember what I said last night, but I know what I needed to say. The only reason that Raido dared me to make a move on you is because he’s sick of me pining around like a lost puppy–his words, not mine.”
Even without the mask, Kakashi’s expression remained unreadable. Genma let the words run away with him. “I don’t know when it happened, or what the hell happened. But, I know that something has changed.”
As the silence continued, Genma huffed out a breath. “I guess what I’m asking is if I could take you to dinner or something sometime.”
“It’s a little early for dinner,” Kakashi observed, gaze flicking toward the window. His lips quirked into a smile that Genma wanted to memorize every facet of. “How about breakfast?”
“Breakfast,” Genma repeated, bringing his fingers to tangle in Kakashi’s mask. He tugged the man closer to brush their lips together. When he drew back, Genma half considered suggesting that they get breakfast in bed. But, he didn’t want to be that person any more. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tumble Kakashi back into the sheets, because he definitely did. But he wanted something more. Exhaling, he ran his fingers through his hair and nodded. “Breakfast sounds good.”
