Summary: A failed proposal spurs Kakashi Hatake to seek out a mystical river renowned for curing the broken-hearted and downtrodden. Frustrated and desperate, Kakashi rids himself of the engagement ring meant for his intended by throwing it into the river.
Unfortunately (or maybe not?), someone didn't get the memo.
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A gift for the lovely @kankuroplease. Thank you for always creating such wonderful characters. Botan Hoshigaki is a precious baby and he deserves lots and lots of love.
Summary: It's set in the Naruto universe and is about a humble malewife working at a bathhouse and an assassin with mommy energy.
TW: Gore
Just a little more… There! The last bit of skin withdrew, shrinking back a smidge as I finished decapitating the man I just assassinated. It was a hassle really. How is someone supposed to be sneaky when you’re lugging around an entire head? Looking down at the ground, there was a large pool of blood, much of it starting to sink and wet my tabi. I sighed, forgetting for a moment that I was supposed to be quiet, though… What would be more unrealistic? Not a single sound in the room this man was supposed to be staying in? Or some sounds that might not be what was expected but still within reason?
Whatever the answer, it was already done, and at least now I can inactivate my sharingan. I took a look at the head that I was holding by the hair. The eyes still looking back at me made me shutter, so I lowered the lids to close those icy grey eyes. Bath houses… One of the easiest places to assassinate men. Let them drink up, relax, and when they’re nice and buzzed! Slit to the throat! I shook my head and looked around the room, only to find there was no window… Just the one singular door from which I came through. If I were to try to leave that route, the bath would be in clear line of sight of the body and pool of blood.
I really didn’t want to have to clean up… I hate cleaning! Maybe I should’ve just done it outside. Something quick and then run. Always carry a katana, I thought while shaking my head as I stepped out of the pool of blood. Sure, they’re bulkier to carry around, but at least it’s a quick clean sweep. Gripping onto the wet yukata, I shrugged and grabbed onto the man’s shoulders, trying to drag him further away from the door after having placed the head on the nearby table.
The man was a lot heavier than he looked, must be more muscle in there than I thought. Just as I turned the body so it was now out of the line of sight of the door leading to the spring, the door behind me to the hall opened. "Mr. Hashimoto, I-" the sound of ceramic breaking and more liquid splashing was behind me as I froze.
"Oh dear…" I expressed while I straightened. "That sounds like more mess to clean." I remarked before looking over my shoulder, my neck hanging back to see a tall man already in a defensive stance.
He had black hair that framed his face, strands tucked behind his ears and one strand that fell between his eyes. It was silky and smooth, much like his skin. There were lines, nay, gills beneath his eyes that demarcated the Hoshigaki decent. Not surprising given who owned the bathhouse… Some Hoshigakis. Between those lines and his eyes were some black marks like a part of his skin. It framed his eyes… Made the icy blue that much more vivid.
"Well aren't you a cutie pie?!" I chimed before twirling around on the balls of my feet to face him. He staggered for a moment, his face flushed and brows furrowed before shaking his head and regaining his defensive stance. "I'm not looking to fight sweetie…" I explained before taking a look at the severed head. "I'm just looking to complete a job." I warned while peeking at him from the corner of my eye. He tightened his grip around the handle of the kusarigama. "I can feel the sexual tension between us!" I giggled while spinning the kunai in my hand before letting it hang with my finger still through the hole.
He grunted before loosening his grip, flustered but still watching cautiously as I lowered my hand and placed the kunai on the table next to the head. While letting out a sigh of relief, he started to tuck away the chain and weight into and around his obi, letting the weapon hang. It was cute how defenseless he was and how oblivious he was about it in these small little moments. While he was tying his weapon up, I started to approach him, sliding up my mask and letting my hips sway.
Those pretty eyes widened a bit, his hunched demeanor getting a bit more stiff and erect as I approached. It was like he was both trying to hold his ground but inch away from me at the same time. I clicked my tongue while running my clean hand down the hem of his yukata, letting my fingers brush against his skin. When I looked up at him from behind my lashes, it was clear to see his cheeks dusted pink, but the frown still remained.
"I'm sorry I made such a mess… I normally take the money I find on them, but… I'll leave that for you for your trouble." I purred while resting my hand on his chest before he brushed it off. After taking a step back, he looked away. Rather, he looked up past and above me towards the wall behind.
"Why aren't you on your way?" He shifted with his arms now across his chest, but still looking away from me. Can't have that…
My hand gripped his chin, forcing him to look at me. I think I like him…
Smoothing my other hand over his shoulder, I rested my hand at the back of his neck. Before I gave him a chance to react, I made him hunch further so his ear was by my lips. "You're handsome." I stated before biting my lip. "I'll make sure to come back." As I backed away I let my hands smooth over his chest, walking back to the head as I heard him coughing.
"Please don't." He finally mustered with me grabbing the hair and lifting the head off of the table.
"Too late." I hummed while swinging the head with my arm and a skip in my step while heading towards the back door. "Don't worry, next time I'll make sure the only mess I help make is yours ." I emphasized after sliding open the screen and peeking back to watch him cough into his fist. Once I noticed I caught his eye, I gave him a wink and disappeared into the night.
@kankuroplease before this years ends I just wanted to thank you for being such a sweet person and creating so beautiful art. This year has been a pretty bad one and discovering your blog was one of the few good things that happened in it. I’m pretty sure many others feel the same. THANK YOU FOR EXISTING 🫂
“can you read to me?” with shino and katsura for @kankuroplease EH (because i think theyd be so cute)
Shino lived for days like this. A quiet summer breeze in the afternoon, drifting through the open window. No assignments to grade or prepare because he'd already dilligently completed his work for the week.
He sat, reading quietly a text about the social hierarchy of the ambrosia beetle, a cup of green tea cooling at his side as he let the sounds of the village outside gently waft in and out of focus.
When the front door opened and closed, Katsura's soft, "I'm home," fiindng his ears, Shino closed the book over his index finger to welcome her back. His kikaichu buzzed happily, anxious as always for her return.
He tried not to smile when she came around the corner, the frustrated furrow of her brows already evident in the irritated huff of her voice when she announced her return.
"How was your day?"
Katsura frowned at him.
Shino did smile, then, as she settled down on the couch beside him, arms folded petulantly over her chest as she pouted. "People can be so annoying," she said, but didn't elaborate.
Katsura had been happy to retire from active shinobi work. Baking and writing had always been her passions, and Shino delighted in watching her pursue them. That did not mean, of course, that some days were just as frustrating as some she'd spent as a kunoichi.
Shino brushed a strand of Katsura's long hair back over her shoulder, letting his fingers trail gently over her neck just enough to make her scrunch up as she tried in vain not to snort.
"Knock it off!" she cried, swatting him away so he couldn't tickle her.
His smile broadened at the lovely blossom of pink over her cheeks and nose, licking up toward her ears. She was always beautiful, of course, but he thought he might prefer her a little flustered.
"Come here," Shino said gently, moving his hands so Katsura knew he meant for her to lie down in his lap, her head against his thighs like a pillow.
It took less than a moment for her to relent, sliding down so she could lie comfortably on her side, facing away from him. Her hands wrapped around one of his thights and Shino settled his hand into her hair, coming it with his fingers as he turned his attention back to his book.
"Can you read to me?" she asked, and he looked down to find Katsura closing her eyes.
"Of course," he said, taking a sip of his cold tea and clearing his throat before he picked up where he'd left off a few minutes prior: "Ambrosia beetles display a level of altruism once thought impossible for insects. First detected within their colonies, many members forgo the biological rites of reproduction in order to ensure the health and longevity of the whole..."
His voice continued softly long into the afternoon, with Katsura eventually dozing in his lap, his beetles humming contentedly beneath his skin.
The sounds of Konoha still drifted in through the window with the warm breeze, even as the sun began to set.
and here is my small little contribution to @kankuroplease 's immaculate tattoo shop au. based on this ask, i give you tsau itahana (and a few sidekicks, too). thank you for letting me dip my toes into the incredible world you've created, my dear. <3
Title: Chicken & Egg
Summary: Ah, yes, the age old question... Which came first; the overwhelming attraction, or the trepidation to pursue it?
Word Count: 3,776
Warnings: Itachi Uchiha/Hana Inuzuka, smut, porn with (some) plot, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, angst if you squint, modern au, tattoo shop au
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Hana woke slowly, pulled from the fog of her dreams by an incessant screeching noise she was still too drowsy to place. By the time her eyes batted open and her vision cleared enough for her to read the stark red 3:04 on her phone screen, the sound had ceased and she rolled back over with a groan, tossing the phone onto the comforter as she snuggled back into her pillow.
And then the sound began anew.
With a frustrated whine, Hana grabbed the phone and answered the call with her thumb without bothering to read the name on the screen.
“What? ” she asked, assuming Ayame was calling her drunkenly from some terribly loud after-hours party.
It was only when she was met with silence that Hana panicked, wondering if maybe something had happened to Kiba or her mother. She drew the phone away to check the caller ID and then her heart rate sped for other reasons.
“Itachi? Are you there, what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up in her bed, feeling her brows draw together in concern.
“Hana, I…” he sounded sober, so her confusion deepened. Itachi did not generally bother her in the middle of the night (their semi-frequent dalliances after a night of drinking or dancing at one of his cousin’s clubs notwithstanding). “I think my rooster injured himself.”
