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[kashi-prompts]

Flowers for a Shinobi

Chapter 1/?: Irises in the Field

Word Count: 715

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x OC

Irises. 

Bloom best in direct sun, she thought. Must be planted in late summer to early fall. 

Kneeling down, Ayame Hana picked the flower she had planted last fall. 

After blooming, cut the iris stem down to its base. 

The temperate Konoha sun was hot on the back of her neck. Her mind traveled away from her surroundings as she reached for another purple bud. Wistfully, she thought of the times when harvesting her flora would have only taken moments rather than months. A concentration of chakra and a field would bloom. Eyes scanning for another perfect blossom, she spotted one that had just the right shade of purple for her clients bouquet. The young Hana bent down, knees crunching under the dirt and picked it, carefully placing it in her basket.

“Three more, maybe,” she said softly to herself, finger lightly tapping her chin as she surveyed the small field.

Behind her, leaning against the hoary oak tree sat a young shinobi. His lazy, tired eyes skimming over the pages of an orange book perched on his bent knee. A shinobi thought to be the pride of the Leaf needed a rest. He was desperate to get away for a few hours, his head aching from the stress.

When he had begun his walk out of the Konoha gates earlier that afternoon, he wasn’t sure where his sandaled feet were taking him but he only wished for some solitude. It was only a quarter mile outside of the village he had noticed a blooming field and a large overhanging tree that invited his weary mind to rest. The quiet that had surrounded him for those few precious hours was just what he needed to recharge. 

“Hm?” He muttered to himself now, hearing the sounds of footsteps crunching under the dirt behind him. He turned his head over his shoulder, jerking his neck to move his silver hair from his one unhidden eye. His thumb held his place in his book as his other hand fell cautiously to a kunai in his pocket.

One onyx colored eye fell upon the young girl walking towards him, her eyes browsing the blossoming meadow. He observed her basket, the flower twirling between her thumb and pointer finger and he suddenly felt his stomach twist in an unusual way. The silver haired shinobi’s hand fell from its defensive stance as his eyes continued to follow her. 

She must be a citizen, he thought to himself. He had never seen her in the comings and goings of his missions. The tight braids of her auburn hair radiated off the mid-afternoon sunlight as they hung over her shoulder. Something tugged at his mind to look away, feeling slightly embarrassed to be staring even though she hadn’t noticed him. 

Carefully, she bent down again, picking a rather sad looking iris and twisting it between her fingers. It was at that moment he was able to fully see her face as the sun hit it at just the right angle. A dusting of freckles soaked the skin across her nose - a constellation of specks. He swallowed hard as his mouth became dry, his Adam’s apple dunking into his throat. 

Delicately, her fingers hovering over the lifeless perennial and a soft glow came from her touch. The petals of the flower quivered. A few hopeful moments passed, but the purple blades fell to their original state. Frowning, the young woman dolefully put the flower back into her basket, sighing heavily. 

The young Hatake narrowed his eye, his thin brow knitting together. 

She’s not a citizen, he concluded. Then who is she? 

He could tell her demeanor was different from moments before. His lips began to open to speak to her, but he quickly closed them, not wanting to frighten her. Looking past her, he noticed the sun and how close it was to the horizon. 

Oh no, he thought. I need to get back to the village and meet with Lady Tsunade. 

Quickly, Kakashi stood from his newly found retreat and shoved his book into his back pocket. Unable to look back in his haste, he headed towards the village. 

Beyond the oak tree, Ayame looked up from her knelt position and caught a glimpse of the silver-haired man walking away from her. Tilting her had, she wondered where he had come from and why she hadn’t noticed him. The Uzumaki crest that followed him on his back made her even more curious. 

A shinobi, she thought. Wonder what he’s doing over here. 

She watched him for a few moments more, unable to determine what to make of the situation. Finally she shook her head and looked down at her basket, assessing the number of flowers she had picked this late afternoon and nodded. 

“This should be enough for Ino,” she said to herself. “I’ll give them to her tomorrow.” 

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A/N: Hello all! Thank you for reading! You all really have no idea how much it means to me that you like my writing. I used to be an avid writer, but (tmi?) since I started taking anti-depressants a few years ago for anxiety/depression, it just doesn’t come to me as easily. I really hope I can get back into it, as this blog has been the first spark of imagination I’ve had in quite some time. I really appreciate your support and it keeps me motivated. 

This will be an ongoing story and there may be gaps where I don’t update for awhile. There may also be times where I don’t have screenshots bc its so much work to write, pose, and edit. That being said, I hope you like the story of Ayama and Kakashi. 

[oiloncanvas1888]

The Hatake family

(Lyrics from Two Slow Dancers by Mitski and Incomplete Kisses by Sampha)

[mytsukkishine]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

kakashi x iruka | cheating fic!! rated M | emotions and stuff | Kakashi needs a lot of love

Half of his portrait landed on the floor with a loud thud, and Kakashi followed soon thereafter. Sliding down on the floor as his eyes scanned the wreck he had made out of his office. He closed his eyes tiredly, his head spinning and his heart continuing to break as the image of Iruka kissing someone else replayed in his mind like a broken mantra.

At least he didn’t have the Sharingan anymore.

a/n: hmm, who is Iruka cheating with :D warning: don’t read if you don’t like affairs and stuff~ also, no intention to put hate on any characters involved, thank you!

[ladyxxdaydream]

(Banner by @naruto-magic-week)

Love Potion No. 9

Event: @naruto-magic-week

Prompt: Love Potion No. 9 // Time Turner

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka (KakaIru)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Summary: Head Auror Kakashi Hatake goes to visit the new face at the Ministry, except his face isn’t new to him at all. It belongs to an old flame from Hogwarts, which apparently, has refused to burn out.

Can he summon the courage to finally tell him how he feels? The answer is yes, but with a little help; help that actually, might not be that helpful at all.

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Excerpt —

“I don’t remember there being a window,” he said, as a way of announcing himself.

“There wasn’t. I charmed one. It’s too depressing down here. I felt like a goblin,” Iruka said, pushing up his glasses to smile at Kakashi, before turning back to a large pot of soil on the table.

“Herbivicus,” Iruka said, with a tiny flick of his wand, as the plant rapidly grew from a tiny seedling to a luscious shrub, it’s pink flowers in full bloom. Iruka clipped them off and dropped them into a beaker with clear liquid. It fizzled upon contact.

“What are you working on?”

“A modified version of Amortentia.”

A love potion? That peaked his interest more than it should.

“Modified?” Kakashi asked, curious.

[vaporeonmaster]

One Of Us - Team 7

Lyrics are by New Politics

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