#naraweek2020

[jomaitje]

I made this little comic for the @naraweek: day 4 - “what if”  The original script and scene is from Modern Family S01E17. Hope you guys like it! 🦌

[shikanaradai]

Nara Week 2020 - Day 4: What Ifs

An AU where Shikaku would live and had a fun time trying to tell his grandson how he got his scars 🤭

[industriallee]

Day 1 of @naraweek: War | Anbu

[shikamarubase]

Nara Week 2020: Day 2 → RTN

[Summary: Shikadai hated being a witness to his parents’ disgusting PDA]

Shikadai hated public displays of affection, but he hated it even more whenever he witnessed his own parents doing it.

But that’s exactly what he came home to one afternoon after a particularly troublesome D-rank mission, which involved an excessively hyperactive dog. After running around the entire day, he was exhausted and famished by evening.

“I’m home,” he grumbled as the door shut behind him. “Mom, what’s for dinner? His stomach rumbled as he lazily dragged his feet down the hall. He paused when he heard voices and giggles drifting out from the living room.

“Mom?” He peeked inside, and the last thing he expected to find was his dad draped around Temari on the porch.

“Oh, welcome home Shikadai,” his mom greeted back. Shikadai’s eyes narrowed at the bright glint in her eyes.

“You’re home early, dad.” His eyes flew to the clock.

“Well, I had to come home early for my family sometimes. Am I not allowed to spend time with my wife?” He turned his attention back to Temari and they shared a small smile. Shikadai felt goosebumps on his skin at their ‘subtle’ exchange.

“You have your own room for that!” He deadpanned.

“My house, my rules.”

“You mean our house,” Temari purred and clung even more to his arm.

Shikamaru grinned down at her slyly. “How could I forget?”

Ugh. Disgust curled at the pit of his stomach, and he all but ran away from the room when he saw his dad leaning down for a kiss.

After seeing that slimy exchange, Shikadai lost all appetite and decided to head straight to bed. He was hoping to laze around and play video games while waiting for dinner, but now he’d rather sleep it off. His eyes shut the second his head hit the pillow, and darkness took over.

The next time Shikadai opened his eyes, he realized he was sprawled on the ground somewhere outside, his fingers digging into soft soil.

“When did I get outside?” He asked out loud. And more importantly, where was he?

He was at a clearing surrounded by an abundance of trees. A small breeze blew past him and the smell of nature and plants assaulted his nostrils. A quick sweep of his surroundings confirmed that he was in the middle of the Nara forest.

“Hey, are you ok?” A shadow fell over his side. Shikadai tipped his head to look at the stranger’s face and his heart jumped to his throat.

He was staring at a boy who looked exactly like him. Aside from the wacky and oversized glasses over his eyes, both their hair were in ponytails and they wore the same clothes. He scrambled away quickly and stared at the other him as if he saw a ghost. What the hell happened while he was asleep?!

“Oh, hey. You look just like me.” A disturbing grin slowly spread over his double’s face.

No duh. He could only gape, jaw slack, and briefly wondered if he was dreaming.

“How are you so calm in this situation?!” His other self was surprisingly unreactive and only tipped his head at him, as if he was the crazy one. Maybe his eyesight was worse than he’d thought.

He watched his other self ponder for a moment before a wide grin broke out from his face. “You must be my long lost twin!”

“No! Wait, what?” Before Shikadai could respond with anything comprehensible, his ditzy counterpart had already wrapped a hand around his wrist and forcefully dragged him out of the forest.

“I need to show Mama and Papa!” He cheerfully skipped back home, with poor Shikadai in tow. Being dragged by himself was already weird enough, but little did he know things were about to become even stranger.

“Mama! Papa! I found my long lost twin!” He cheerfully announced when he burst inside the house.

Shikadai blinked at the other versions of his parents. Shikamaru looked nearly identical to his dad except for the star-shaped ponytail gathered on top of his head, while Temari’s ponytails drooped towards her shoulders. Both pairs of eyes lit up at their son’s good news.

“Oh? That’s wonderful, Dai-chan! I didn't know we had twins. Shika-chan, did you?”

“No, Mari-chan~”

Shika-chan? Mari-chan? What the hell is going on? Was he stuck in a genjutsu? This was his worst nightmare.

Temari chirped, a bit too happy for Shikadai’s comfort, “What’s your name?”

“S-Shikadai…” He blinked.

“Oh honey, we named both our sons Shikadai! How wonderful!”

“It’s an amazing name, sweetie. I’m glad we thought of it.” Shikamaru enthusiastically pulled her into an embrace and started peppering her with kisses.

Shikadai shuddered. Gross. To his horror, his other self was smiling as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Oh it’s not yet their smooching hour but they started already. They must be happy to see you!” He said brightly. Shikadai’s eyes twitch.

Smooching hour? Someone kill me. He scrunched up his nose in disgust. As annoying as his parents were, they would never explicitly make out in front of him.

“Are you...enjoying this?” He dared to ask. His worst fears were confirmed when Shikadai energetically nodded at him.

“Yep! When I grow up I wanna be just like them!”

“YOU WHAT?” It came out a bit louder than he’d wanted.

Shikadai would sooner dig a hole for himself than grow up to be like...that.

Now is a good time to wake up from whatever genjutsu someone casted on him. He turned away when they got more heated. He wanted to scream, but luckily for him his wishes were heard. Shikamaru swept Temari off her feet and waltzed up to their bedroom, leaving a very excited Shikadai and his traumatized ‘twin’.

“Oh! Is this the day they finally give me a sibling?!” Shikadai wanted to stab himself with a kunai. Is this his punishment? Did his parents cast him in a genjutsu while he was asleep?

Before he could wrap his head around today’s surreal turn of events, Shikadai grabbed his arm again and started dragging him up to follow them.

“C’mon, let’s go watch!”

“No, we are not! LET GO OF ME YOU WEIRDO!” He desperately shook away from Shikadai’s grasp and turned his heels into a run.

“Why’re you running away?! Come back, twinny!”

“NO! AND I AM NOT YOUR TWIN!” In all his time as a ninja, he had never ran so fast in his life.

“Come back!” Shikadai yelped when Shikadai started chasing after him and only willed his legs to run faster. How the hell could he be so fast?! He was so mortified and only concerned with getting away, he didn’t notice the gigantic tree in front of him. He slammed into it with full force and blacked out.

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Shikadai’s eyes cracked open. He sat up so fast his head spun. Groggy from sleep, he tried to recall the last thing he remembered and gasped. He nearly died from being chased by his very dumb and clueless alter ego. He almost had a panic attack before realizing he was back in his own bed, trembling under the thick blanket.

“Shikadai! Breakfast!”

Mom?

He jumped to his feet and tackled Temari the moment she opened the door.

“You’re back to normal!” He screamed in relief when he caught a glimpse of her gravity-defying hair.

Temari broke away from his embrace and shot him a weird look. “What do you mean normal? Nara Shikadai, you better have a good explanation for this.”

Shikadai couldn’t even bother to feel scared. In fact, he was even more elated to have his strict and angry mother back. He tackled her back into a hug and clung on as if he would never let go again.

“Wow. You’re such a momma’s boy,”

He had never been happier to see his father’s pineapple hair. “Dad! You’re back to normal too.”

Shikamaru leveled him with a look and turned towards Temari for an explanation. “Did he hit his head while he was asleep?”

Temari could only shrug in response.

Shikadai happily inhaled Temari’s familiar scent and made a mental note never to complain about his lovey dovey parents ever again. He was finally back to where he belongs.

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Disclaimer: No Shikadai was harmed in the making of this fic. Only brain cells.

A/N: HAPPY DAY 2!!!!! This is a collaboration fic with @shikanaradai and it is possibly the dumbest thing either of us has ever written combined. We had a lot of laughs while writing this so we hope you all enjoy it! Thank you for reading <3

[naraweek]

It’s one troublesome event after another for these Naras as we proudly present: Nara Week 2020!

This year, let us show our appreciation for this brainy, shadow-weaving clan by celebrating on the week leading to Shikamaru’s and Shikadai’s birthdays!

Prompts:

Sept. 17 - War / Anbu

Sept. 18 - RTN / Crossover

Sept. 19 - Fall / Timeskip

Sept. 20 - What If / Pets

Sept. 21 - Redesign / Cooking

Sept. 22 - Scars / Happy Birthday, Shikamaru

Sept. 23 - Legacy / Happy Birthday, Shikadai!

Rules / Guidelines:

1. We will accept any kind of content—fanfictions, graphics, gifs, artworks, and any other creative works you can think of. Of course, stolen works are NOT ALLOWED.

2. This event has double themes for each day: you may choose to work on one theme, both themes, or combine the themes if you feel like it.

3. Keep in mind that this event is to celebrate ALL our Nara favorites, so you don’t have to limit your piece to just Shikamaru and Shikadai. The more Nara, the better!

4. We will not tolerate any character hate, ship bashing, incest, adult/minor, or reposting / editing / tracing of any kind.

5. Please tag your work with #naraweek2020 in the first three tags so we can easily find and reblog it. You may also tag @naraweek in your post.

6. We also have a Twitter account under the same username. You may opt to post your content on either or both platforms.

7. This is an open event dedicated to showing our love and support for the Nara clan, so anyone can participate as long as you don’t spread hate.

8. If you have any concerns or inquiries, send us an ask or message either of the hosts (@shikamarubase and @shikanaradai) directly. You don’t need to be shy!

9. Don’t forget to have fun! :)

@narutoevents

[misssunflowersandsangria]

Paper Crowns

Happy last day of @naraweek and Happy birthday Shikadai!!!  Enjoy some cute, family fluff!

Summary:   You're never too old for precious traditions.

Prompt: Legacy/Happy Birthday Shikadai

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Paper Crowns

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“Good morning Fawn, wake up, it’s your birthday!”

The said birthday celebrant wiped the sleep from his eyes before rolling over. 

“Thanks mom.”  He mumbled in reply. 

“No, no.  No sleeping in.  It’s time for our breakfast.”  Every year they would have a special breakfast carved out just for the two of them before the day’s celebrations.  Even now she sent Shikamaru out to pick up the food and cake so that she could just have some time with her not so baby boy. 

Shikadai shut his eyes pulling the covers back over.  “Can we just cancel it this year?  I just got back from a mission.  I want to sleep in then go see my friends.”

Temari was struck speechless.  “What?  That’s not what we do on your birthday.  It’s our tradition.  We have breakfast together then we celebrate as a family.  You’re welcome to invite them to come over tonight.”

“Mom, I’m a little too old for birthday parties.”

Temari could feel heat rising in her.  “You can see your friends whenever you want.  Today is for us.”

He groaned into his pillow.  “Do you have to be such a nag about this? It's my birthday, shouldn’t I be allowed to do what I want?”

“Excuse me?”

He realized too late what he just said. “Sorry-”

Temari felt her body shake with restrained rage and a kind of sadness.  “No, I get it.  You’re too old to spend time with your mother now.  I understand, fine.”

Shikadai sat up trying to make his point.  “I didn’t say that, I just think it would be nice to take into account what I might want to do.”

“No I get it.  Fine.  I’ll see you later then.”

“Mom-”  The door slammed cutting him off. 

Shikadai groaned, running a hand through his hair.  He knew that it was a little unfair of him to act this way.  Birthdays had always been a big deal in their household.  His birthday was right after his father’s but his mom always did her best to make sure that the day was special just for him. 

He decided to give her some time to calm down before apologizing hoping that they could restart the day.  Upon arriving to the living room he found it filled with decorations and a packed picnic. His mother though, was nowhere to be seen. 

On the table he found a large box addressed to him.

“My Dearest Fawn,

Happy Birthday son.  I am so proud of you and the man that you are becoming.  You are kind, strong and intelligent beyond compare.  I am so thankful to be your mother.  I know that things will not always be the easiest but your father and I will always be there for you.  I love you and no matter how old you are, you will always be my baby.”

In the meticulously wrapped box he found a set of carefully constructed fans from Suna.  They were smaller than his mother’s but could easily be taken along and used during missions.  

There were 3 different fans.  One that had the Nara clan symbol, green with black lines mimicking shadows.  The second one teal with a desert landscape and a bright sun.  The final one incorporated all elements of who he was.  Gold, an intricate designed deer with shadows representing the antlers, carried on beds of sand.  His mother had clearly spent time thinking about the design of each.  He’d been training with his mother on how to use the war fans but wanted to adapt it to his own style.  The smaller fans were easier to maneuver and he could utilize them in a variety of ways.

“Who’s ready for birthday cake?”  Shikamaru walked in expecting a nice celebration rather it looked more like a funeral.

“What happened?”

Shikadai rubbed at his tired eyes.  “I told mom I didn’t want to have breakfast this morning. I wanted to sleep in.”

Shikamaru knew his wife was probably off somewhere leveling the landscape.  

“Shikadai.”

“I messed up huh?  It's not that I didn’t want to spend time with her.  I just wanted to sleep in a little and do my own thing for part of the day.  She probably hates me now.”

Shikamaru shook his head ruffling Shikadai’s hair.  “She could never hate you son.  You mean everything to her.  It’s kind of our fault too because we’re not good at expressing our emotions.  Do you know why today is so important to your mom?”

“I mean it’s my birthday.”

“But it's more than that.  Growing up in Suna the way that she did she never imagined that she would become a mom.  Then when she decided that she wanted to be one we didn’t think it was possible.  She'd been injured a lot, the effects just compounded over the years because of various missions.  This made it difficult for her to conceive.”  He paused remembering the feeling of defeat each time the tests came back negative.  

“The day that she found that she was pregnant was the happiest I’d ever seen her.  Then when you were actually born, well it almost killed her.”  Shikamaru hated recalling the absolute terror that gripped him.  He didn’t know what he would have done if he lost her and his son.

Shikadai’s eyes widened.  “What?”

“It was a complicated pregnancy.  There were moments during labor that they didn’t know if she would make or if you would.  I know that if it came down to it she would have sacrificed anything to bring you into the world.  To us you’re a miracle, our legacy.  Your mother didn’t have the privilege of getting what she wanted in life, you were something that she wanted more than anything.  So on your birthday she has this special time scheduled just for the two of you, her precious fawn.  So yes, it’s your birthday but in a lot of ways this was a new start in life for the two of us.  Marriage, parenthood, these were things that we both considered a drag but that clearly changed.  We can’t imagine anything better. She should have told you why today means so much, but cut her some slack she’s still a troublesome woman.”

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Temari took a break, her arms screaming in pain.  She was clearly out of practice if she was tired in such a short time but her movements had been frantic and furious.  Thankfully she’d leveled this part of the forest years ago and they just kept it empty for her.  She knew that she was being difficult, she was old enough now not to just throw a tantrum when she was upset. Still, he hurt her feelings.  Was it so wrong to want to spend time with your son on their birthday?

The interlude this morning was just another reminder that her baby was older now.  Perhaps birthday breakfasts with mom were childish.  When he was younger he loved their birthday mornings together.  He’d cling to her as they enjoyed their morning in forest or at home or wherever their day took them. This was her time with him before the rest of the day and people took him away. 

Those were some of her most precious memories with her miracle fawn.  

“Mom.”  He walked up to her, his head lowered and shoulders drawn in. 

“I’m sorry Shikadai.  You’re right, you’re older now and you should have a say in what you want to do on your birthday.”

He shook his head before grabbing onto her similar to how he would when he was younger.  “No, I’m sorry.  I love our birthday mornings together mom.  I like that it’s just us and I was being selfish this morning but I want you to know that they do mean alot to me.”

Temari sighed, taking a deep breath.  “I’m sorry too Fawn.  I think that we could have both handled it a little differently.”

“So I know that it’s not breakfast time but if you’d like to maybe we can just have a nice lunch together.  Dad and I put together what we could.  Dad said it’s okay if some of my friends come over for dinner tonight.”  He suggested with a smile. Temari looked away brushing her tears.  

“I’d like that Dai.”

That night Temari looked on as Shikadai enjoyed food with his friends and family.  He even indulged her by wearing the silly birthday crown on his head.  

Their afternoon together was perfect.  And she couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that she brought something so wonderful into the world.  He may be older but she could still see the little boy that looked at her like she hung the clouds in the sky. It was easy to remember when she was a sad broken child back in Suna dreaming of a peaceful and fulfilled life. Even in her greatest imaginings she could have never envisioned this.

Shikamaru wrapped an arm around her drawing her in to place a kiss on her head. 

“You okay?”

She nodded, hiding her face against his shoulder, her tears drying against his shirt.  

“Of course, I don’t understand why some people take birthdays so seriously?”

Shikamaru grinned holding her tight.  Just another day in September for the Naras. 

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Thanks for reading deers.  I hope that you enjoyed it.  I have this hc that Temari actually had a tough time becoming pregnant and also delivering just as a consequence of what her body had to go through over the years because of missions.  So Shikadai is their little miracle child.  Thanks again for reading, any kudos/comments.  I am fawned of you my deers!

[vainkaz]

@naraweek redesign...honestly satisfied w his og

[lucigra]

@naraweek

DAY 7- LEGACY