✩pairing: Lee Know x reader, ot8 if you squint really really hard
✩genre: fluff, a little spicy, established relationships
✩tags/warnings: protective Lee Know, yearning,
✩authors note: Im back!! Its been so long omg but Lee Know has been on my mind nonstop so i decided to write about it LOL. Anyways it gets a little spicy, and i do have a continuation of that if you guys wanna see it but other than that i hope you enjoy!
Lee Know is the definition of soft luxury when it comes to you.
He pretends he's not spoiling you..but everyone knows he absolutely is.
If you mention you're craving a specific snack? It shows up in the dorms the next day. Say you like a certain hoodie? Hes "accidentally" wearing it less and less so you can "borrow" it indefinitely.
If you so much as sigh tiredly, hes tugging you into his lap and insisting you rest on him
"Its not spoiling, you just look comfortable here"
He buys things for you quietly, without announcing it.
Hell hand you a small bag like its not a big deal.
"Oh, you said your earbuds were breaking. So..yeah"
he looks away so you wont see him smile at how excited you get.
Not to mention if you ever go with him when he goes out. He just needed to go out to grab another wallet and insisted you go with.
Little did you know it was just an excuse to spend more money on you. You end up staring a little too long at a purse in the Gucci store? His getting it for you in every color.
And don't get him started on the vast collection of collars necklaces he has for you.
"They all just look so good on you lovely, I couldn't resist"
The other members notice immediately, but that doesn't stop him.
Chan raises an eyebrow every time you walk in wearing something new.
Hyunjin teases him about being an overly attentive boyfriend. As Lee Know acts unbothered "They needed it, leave them be" but his ears go pink every time.
Even though he trusts his brothers with his life he gets a little possessive.
Not jealous just..quietly claiming.
If Changbin ruffles your hair, you suddenly feel a warm hand around waist. Felix hugs you a little too long? Minho ghosts his fingers over your lower back like a reminder as he walks by.
"You're mine, they can look but they know"
Never rude, never controlling. Just subtle signals that makes the others smirk.
But dont get him wrong.
He actually loves when the other members adore you.
He'll sit there with is arm around you while the others dote on you, answer your questions, try to make you laugh.
He watches with soft eyes, like he's thinking: "Yeah, they love you too. Good.
As long as everyone remembers the unspoken rule, you come home with him.
His favorite way to spoil you is physical affection.
He pretends he's not clingy, but the moment the two of you are alone, he melts.
Pulls you into his lap on the couch with no warning, Kisses your shoulder slowly while pretending he's just "getting comfortable" He whispers things like
"You know i love taking care of you, right?"
"You deserve to be spoiled properly"
His voice gets low, warm, dangerously soft. Never crossing the line, but enough to make your stomach flip.
Minho gets off on teasing you on front of the other members just a tiny bit.
Nothing too inappropriate, subtle touches and smug smiles.
Like tracing circles on your thigh under the table, or massaging your shoulders making sure you let a small soft groan slip out when he's feeling a little playful.
The blushes apparent on some of the other members faces. Seungmin groaning dramatically and yelling at you two to get a room. He secretly liked it but cant say that out loud
And yet he has the softest moments too
When the members leave the room, he pulls you into a quiet hug.
Face hidden in your neck, voice muffled: "I like when they treat you well. Makes me less worried when I'm gone."
You tell him he doesn't need to worry as he hums in response.
"I know. But you're precious..cant help it"
At the end of the night, you always end up wrapped in his arms.
Half-asleep, he whispers:
"Let them adore you..I'm just the one who gets to keep you."
And you fall asleep knowing Minho spoils you not because he feels he has to, but because to him, you're the one thing in the world worth giving everything to.
It’s late at night, and you’re lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep refuses to come, your chest heavy with the weight of everything you’ve been feeling. All day, you’ve been avoiding Mark — dodging his texts, his calls, every attempt he made to reach you. Jealousy had been gnawing at you ever since you saw him training alone with Eve, her eyes on him in a way you couldn’t ignore.
A soft knock breaks through your thoughts. You freeze, turning toward the window. Sure enough, when you push back the curtains, he’s there — floating outside, hair a mess, his expression tight with frustration and something else you can’t quite place. Desire.
You hesitate, then unlatch the window. It creaks open, the cool night air brushing against your skin.
“What do you want?” you whisper, your tone sharp.
His eyes flash at your coldness, and his jaw tightens. Without waiting for an invitation, he steps inside, closing the window behind him. His tall frame towers over you as he crosses his arms.
“To talk to my girlfriend, who’s been ignoring me all day.”
You roll your eyes, refusing to back down. “Right. But I’m not going to talk to you.”
His scowl deepens as he drags a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “Well, that’s too bad, because I’m not leaving until you do.” He steps closer, lowering his voice. “You’ve been ignoring my calls. My texts.”
“I know,” you reply flatly, retreating a few steps toward the bed. His gaze follows your every movement, hungry, restless, like he can’t stand the distance anymore. In two long strides, he’s behind you. Before you can sit down, his hand wraps firmly around your wrist.
“Enough.”
You glare up at him. “What do you want, Mark?”
His eyes burn into yours, frustration warring with something much darker, deeper. He leans down until his breath brushes your lips, his voice rough and low.
“I want my girlfriend back. I want you to tell me what’s wrong.”
Your chest tightens. “What’s wrong? You know what’s wrong.”
Confusion flickers across his face, then realization. “Is this about… that? About me training with Eve?”
Your jealousy slips out before you can stop it. “I don’t like that she’s always around you. I see how she looks at you, Mark. Don’t act like you don’t notice.”
His features soften slightly at your words. He takes a slow, steadying breath before meeting your eyes again. “Baby, there’s nothing between me and Eve. It’s just training.”
“Don’t call me that,” you snap, shaking your head. “She wants you. And you know it.”
His jaw clenches. His grip tightens on your wrists as he leans even closer, his voice dropping to a growl.
“Listen to me carefully.” His gaze is unrelenting, pinning you in place. “I don’t want Eve. I want you. Only you. Only your hands get to touch me. Only your name leaves my lips when it matters. She means nothing to me.”
He lets go of your wrists, his hand sliding up to tilt your chin gently, forcing you to look at him. His thumb brushes over your jaw, his voice softening into something almost tender.
“I’m not going anywhere. You hear me? She can try all she wants, but I’m yours. Only yours.”
His lips press against yours in a soft kiss, testing, waiting for you to melt into him. His lips move against yours, soft at first, but you don’t give him much back. He pulls away slightly, searching your face with furrowed brows.
“Do I need to kiss you until you melt?” he murmurs, noticing the stubbornness in your eyes — and the faint blush on your cheeks.
You look away, embarrassed, but his hand cups your jaw, forcing your gaze back to him. His voice drops, low and possessive.
“You know what? I think we both need a reminder of who I belong to.”
Without waiting for your answer, his lips crash onto yours in a heated, hungry kiss. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest as his mouth claims yours. You tug at his shirt, pulling him toward the bed, and he lifts his arms easily as you peel it off. His toned chest and shoulders glisten in the dim light, and his smirk deepens when he catches the flicker of heat in your eyes.
“You can keep pretending you’re mad at me all you want…” he murmurs against your lips, pinning your wrists gently above your head with one hand while the other trails teasingly down your arm. His mouth finds your neck, pressing slow kisses that make your breath hitch. “…but your body is telling me something completely different.”
Goosebumps rise on your skin as his hand slips beneath your oversized shirt, pulling it up and over your head. You’re left bare to him, and his gaze darkens as he drinks in the sight of you.
“Still cold?” he teases, kissing along your collarbone before trailing lower.
You bite back a whimper, whispering stubbornly, “…yes.”
He chuckles low against your skin, amused by your defiance, and his lips trail down your chest, your stomach, until he’s kneeling between your thighs. His fingers hook into your underwear, tugging it down slowly, eyes locked on yours the whole time.
His fingers brush teasingly over your wetness, and you can’t hold back the quiet whimper that escapes you.
His tongue doesn’t dive right in — instead, he teases you, dragging the flat of it up your folds, slow and deliberate, never giving you enough pressure where you want it most. Each pass leaves you trembling, hips twitching, desperate for more. When you try to grind against his mouth, he pins your thighs down with a firm grip, holding you open, controlling every move.
“So eager already,” he murmurs against your skin, the vibration making you shiver. He presses a lingering kiss just above your clit, then pulls back slightly, watching you squirm. “Mark—” your voice breaks, frustration dripping from your tone. He smirks, breath hot against your swollen heat. “Patience, baby. I wanna hear you beg for it.” One finger slides inside first, slow, curling upward just enough to make your stomach flutter.
He doesn’t move right away — just keeps it there, filling you, teasing you with stillness. The ache builds so fast it’s unbearable, a needy whimper spilling past your lips. “That’s it,” he says lowly, starting to move his finger in and out, unhurried, watching your face twist with every drag. A second finger joins, stretching you, pressing deeper, making your back arch against the sheets. He twists them just enough to graze that spot inside you, but never keeps the pressure long enough to let you tip over.
“Did you miss my touch? My mouth? My cock?”
“I… I missed everything,” you moan softly, threading your fingers through his messy hair.
The sudden combination rips a moan from your throat, your body jerking against him. “Good girl,” he breathes against you before sucking your clit between his lips, harder this time, while his fingers curl just right inside you.
Your thighs twitch violently, pleasure flooding you so fast it’s almost painful. That’s when he groans into you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers press inside, curling just right. Your thighs twitch as waves of pleasure build.
He groans into you, sucking your clit into his mouth as his fingers press inside, curling just right. Your thighs twitch as waves of pleasure build.
“That’s it, baby. You like that?” His voice is muffled against you, tongue flicking faster, fingers thrusting deeper.
“Mark… fuck—” Your body trembles, your moans spilling out uncontrollably as your climax crashes over you.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, licking and sucking you through the waves until you’re shaking under him, your body oversensitive, breathless whimpers falling from your lips. Only then does he pull back, his lips glistening, eyes dark and hungry.
You reach for him, tugging him up into a kiss, tasting yourself on his mouth. “I need you… inside me,” you whisper desperately.
His groan vibrates against your lips as he shoves down his pants and boxers, his cock heavy and hard against your thigh. He doesn’t waste time, lining himself up and kissing you deeply as he pushes inside, slow but relentless, until he’s buried completely within you.
“Fucking hell…” he groans into your mouth, his hips starting a slow, steady rhythm. One hand grips your hip firmly while the other slides into your hair, tugging gently to angle your head for another kiss. “So fucking perfect… so fucking mine.”
Your nails dig into his shoulders as your body clenches around him, every thrust hitting deeper, harder.
“Only yours, Mark,” you whisper breathlessly, eyes rolling back when he slams into that spot that makes your legs shake.
“Mine,” he growls, his thrusts rougher now, possessive. “Always mine.”
His thrusts grow rougher, faster, each one slamming into you with a desperate need that steals the breath from your lungs. His grip on your hip tightens, surely leaving bruises, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
“Mark—” you whimper, clinging to him as the bed creaks beneath you.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, swallowing your moans. His words spill against your mouth between thrusts. “Love… seeing you… like this… taking all of me… fuck.”
Your body arches into him, trembling, overwhelmed with pleasure. “You’re mine too,” you whisper, your voice shaking.
His eyes soften for a split second, raw emotion flashing across them even as his pace grows erratic.
“Forever,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m yours, forever.”
The new angle has him hitting that perfect spot again and again, your walls tightening around him as your body spirals toward release. His hand slips between you, rubbing fast circles against your clit.
“Come for me, angel,” he urges, his voice a mix of command and plea. “I wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”
Your moans turn into broken cries as the heat in your stomach snaps. You convulse around him, your orgasm crashing through you in waves. Your legs shake, your walls clamp down so hard he groans loudly, nearly losing himself at the feel of you.
“Fuck, fuck—” He buries himself deep, thrusts faltering as your body milks him. “I can’t… hold it—”
“Come in me,” you whisper, voice wrecked but steady. “Please, Mark. I want it.”
That’s all it takes. With a guttural moan, he slams into you one last time and spills deep inside, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. His forehead drops to your shoulder, groaning your name as he empties himself completely, heat flooding your core.
For a moment, the room is filled with nothing but your ragged breathing, your bodies pressed tight together, sweat-damp skin sticking.
He stays inside you, chest heaving, placing soft kisses along your neck as you both come down. His hand rubs gently over your side, grounding you, his voice low and tender now.
“You okay, baby?” he murmurs, brushing damp strands of hair from your face.
You nod weakly, pulling him closer, whispering against his ear, “I missed you… so much.”
His chest tightens at your words, his lips finding yours in a slow, lingering kiss that feels more like a promise than anything else. “I missed you too,” he breathes.
When he finally pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression is soft, vulnerable. He presses his forehead to yours again, whispering, “I love you.”
A tired smile curls your lips as you whisper back, “I love you too, Mark... You’re mine.”
His lips curve into a smirk at your words, though his eyes are shining with something deeper. He kisses you one more time, slow and tender, before murmuring against your mouth, “Always yours, angel.”
uhmm hmsmsmsmsms an idea i really liked for a long time...
fluff or maybe bittersweet??
reader taking care (kinda) of leo experiencing sensory overload
i think platonic is enough
take your time!! \\(๑╹◡╹๑)ﾉ♬
-Sensory Overload-
Ft. Leo, obviously
Divider credits: @saradika-graphics
a/n: Thank you so much for requesting this! It’s such a cute idea. Honestly it wasn’t meant to be this long, I was gonna write some headcanons and then I just kept writing and thinking of ideas. I had a couple people read it over because it’s still weird for me to write oneshots hehe. Have a nice day! ✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡*.✧
Background: I wrote this with Leo and the MC being friends for a bit in mind. I think MC would be quite used to his antics by then.
Tags: Fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, oneshot, 950+ words
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Leo thought it would be the perfect day to go out and take photos. After all, Darkwick was hosting a carnival to celebrate the beginning of spring. There’d be games, seasonal anomalies that appear, food trucks, vendors—but you weren’t going there to enjoy yourself. You were there for one goal, and one goal only—to make sure Leo looks good for his social media pages. You had your hefty backpack in hand and Leo’s phone in the other. It was a gold mine for photo-ops.
Although, there were way too many people than you expected. You opened your phone and checked the Darkwick event planner that was emailed to every student…
Of course the two of you ended up going when there’s a special deal for two person admission. For you, it wasn’t a big deal for you since it cost less money to get both of you in, but when you turned to look over at Leo and you could see his face awkwardly scrunched up.
“What’s up?” You asked with a quizzical look, when he realized that you were looking at him he had that look he gave when he was about to bitch you out.
“What do you mean ‘what’s up’ there’s too many people here. Seriously, don’t they have anything to do or are they all idiots…” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started walking along the gravel road. “Whatever, let’s just get the stuff we need.” Referring to his content. Leo is always irritated at something or other, but he looked more bothered than usual. I mean it was warmer than usual and everyone packing together doesn’t make it better, even you couldn’t help but feel anxious.
You got through most of the spots that Leo planned to take photos of and record, he wanted to hit the most popular first to beat the crowds. To your disappointment, one of the final attractions had a massive line of at least 40 people waiting to take a photo around a tree. It wasn’t any tree that you could skip, it’s a highly sought after sight because it’s a tall tree that’s home to fairy anomalies that help the spring flowers bloom. It’s one of the seasonal anomalies that only makes its appearance for a few days every year.
Leo lifted a hand to rub his temple before throwing his hands up in annoyance, “Are you fucking serious?” Regardless of his reaction he soon joined the end of the line.
“Hey let’s just do this tomorrow, the line’s too long and it’s getting pretty hot.” You suggested, Leo seemed to hate this idea because he looked at you and rolled his eyes.
“I don’t know what you don’t understand about ‘limited time’ but I’m not waiting another year for this.” You don’t think you can take this any longer. Not only is it hot and there’s lots of people, Leo looked like he was about to explode and he started to aggressively tap his fingernails on his phone. Leo didn’t bring his headphones because he thought you would be in and out, but you thought something like this might happen. He gets irritated too easily so it’s not safe for him to go without them. You fished around in your backpack and pulled out his headphones to shove them on his head, ruffing his hair slightly.
Before he could open his mouth to complain, you spoke loudly, “they’re noise canceling right? Don’t complain about your hair, you need this.” You turned forward and refused to listen to any fussing that Leo had, but to your surprise he stayed quiet. After a while you looked over and his face was still scrunched up with sweat forming on his forehead and under his eyes. You sighed and went through your backpack once more. You were going to save it, but you supposed that you could just buy another one later. You pulled out a cold water bottle and gave it to Leo without saying a word.
You could hear his “hmph” along with the sounds of plastic crinkling and the cap unscrewing to take a sip. When you reached the front of the line, Leo took the backpack out of your hands and searched for the items he brought specifically for the photos. You could tell he was rushing his process because he cut props out of the photoshoot he wanted. You didn’t mind, you wanted to get out of there as well, but he knew he was going to regret it later.
As soon as you were finished taking photos, you immediately packed up and urged Leo to follow you. “Come, there’s a place nearby to rest.”
Leo put his headphones over his head and protested, “You’re dumber than I thought if you think you can boss me around.” You rolled your eyes and walked in the opposite direction.
You flashed him a smile. “Fine, stay there if you want. I don’t care.” In reality, you knew he would follow you. You made sure to carry everything with you when you left. It took 10 seconds before you heard moody footsteps behind you.
“Where the hell are you going? Wanna spend more time with me, honour roll?” He seemed proud of himself, but you ignored the second part of that sentence—why would you want to entertain his delusions?
“We’re sitting down at a park nearby. There shouldn’t be many people there around this time,” You turned your head to look back at him, “I mean it’s your choice, but I know you don’t wanna go back out there with everyone.”
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This was inspired by a dialogue prompt, I hope you enjoy!!
The night seemed to be holding its breath. Heavy footsteps echoed down the empty hallway, the outdoor lights flickering in strength. It had been a long and exhaustive mission debrief, analyzing the mistakes, the failings, the cost.
His body was heavy, shoulders sagged and eyes dry. It had been almost three days since he had been back at base, back in his bed. Even with the growing bodily want for sleep, his mind was still working over time.
The memory replayed in his mind. The heavy gunfire overhead and his scarred hand put pressure on Soap's bleeding bullet wound. The ambush had come out of nowhere, intel had promised an abandoned warehouse and what they got was an active base full of militants.
Soap hissed, his own hand grabbing onto Ghost's as it pressed into the wound. The pair had taken shelter in a cleared room, door barricaded. The returning fire from other's assisting on the mission was slowly getting closer to their position. Laswell had advised the lieutenant and sergeant to stay put until the reinforcements had arrived.
Blood soaked the torn shirt that was pressed to gun shot, sticky on Ghost's fingers. Soap blinked heavily, "do yea think I'm fucked L.T?" Words slurred slightly as he speaks.
The lieutenant scoffed, covering his concern with indifference, "No, you stick around like a weed Johnny"
An explosion from a grenade shakes the walls, dust and plaster falling around the huddled men. It sounded much closer than before. Ghost cursed, "We may have to move, you think you can get up?"
His voice is uncertain verging on worried. Soap looks down, his uniform caked in red, "I dinnae aboot that Si."
Ghost watched him silently, Soap's head bobbing slightly, eyes fighting to stay open, and breathing heavy. Moving him would cause more harm to the wounded soldier, his mind supplied. Even so the want to take the Scottish man and move, to flee, was strong. Ghost's heart hammered in his ears as the sounds of fighting drew closer.
Soap reached up, hand stained in both blood and gunpowder. He put the hand gently on Ghost's neck and under the bottom of the skull mask. It's a silent ask, or maybe a plead. Ghost found he couldn't say no or want to say no as his free hand slips the mask off his face.
The lieutenant had always thought himself average, add the scarring and his appearance was largely undesirable. The way Johnny looked at him however made tingles spread down his spine. He hadn't been looked at with such adoration since his mother had still been around. His breath hitched involuntarily.
Johnny took advantage of his frozen position and leaned up. Chapped lips pressing onto Ghost's scarred ones. It didn't have force behind it, no rush for passion, instead it was warm, kind, like the sun had started to shine within the dusty warehouse room, oblivious to the violence that lay outside the walls. It takes a moment for Ghost's brain to catch up and when it does he pressed forward, cupping Johnny's cheek with a gloved hand.
They break apart, breathing in each others air. Time felt as if it stopped, only the two men existing together.
The peace was broken when Ghost's radio crackled to life.
"All clear Lieutenant Reily, Medical is coming toward your location."
He pulled away and tugged the mask back over his face. Mind racing with everything that just transpired. He moved the table that had been placed in front of the door and opened it. The field medic rushed in, quickly bypassing Ghost to kneel at Soap's side. Things passed quickly after that. The medic evacuated Soap back to base and Ghost was stuck finishing up clearing the warehouse out.
Now walking down the hallway, Ghost's feet carry him without much thought. His mind was a beehive, buzzing nervously with every step that connected with the concrete. It got louder and louder until it stopped all together. He didn't think and simply raised his closed fist and knocked on the door he now stood in front of. There is a shuffling from behind the wood and the door opened and a disheveled John MacTavish appeared in the opening. He looked like a truck had hit him, bruised to hell, and his shirt off revealing large bandaging wrapped around his abdomen. Soap looked surprisingly shocked that Ghost was standing at his door.
“You kissed me.”
“You kissed me back.”
There was a silence that followed, a tension that separated the men like a roaring river. Soap looked nervous and uncharacteristically small. He looked similarly to a kicked puppy, lips seemingly trying to form some response, explanation, or maybe an apology. Ghost gave him maybe three seconds before he took a step forward into Soap's personal space. Inches apart, the men share a look, one full of unsaid words. It took Ghost less then three seconds to rip his mask off with one hand and surge forward to kiss the man standing in the doorway. Hands cupping his cheeks. This kiss unlike the first was charged, it carried months of tension and want. When they break apart the blonde pressed their foreheads together, speaking softly, "Next time don't kiss me like your saying goodbye."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jedi Master Character(s) & Jedi Padawan Character(s), Clone Troopers & Jedi Characters (Star Wars)
Characters: Lissarkh (Star Wars), the only canon character in this fic, Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars), Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars)
Additional Tags: Jedi are space Buddhists and you cannot change my mind, Pro Jedi, jedi order, a mix of legends and canon lore, Philosophy, Martial Arts, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, no beta we die like the Republic, canon is an orchard and I am baking a single pie, Oneshot, Jedi June Appreciation Event 2026, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Clone Troopers and Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Training (Star Wars), Jedi Culture & Customs (Star Wars), Editing what editing
Summary:
Week 1 Prompt: Resilience
Knight Lissarkh starts a demonstration Soresu for her Padawan learner, discussing its philosophy, and ends up with more than one student.
Even under the risk of being noticed, he could not help but stop for a moment. He had forgotten about this. The autumn festivities. The streets were lined colorful paper lamps. Every shop was open. The air was pregnant with the scents of all the various foods being offered by the street vendors for this special occasion. Families were strolling down the streets. Children playing and laughing. It felt so unreal. As if he had just woken up from a dream into reality.
Three hours ago he had cut off a man's head close to the border. The head he was carrying in the bag in his left hand. Hokage sama had requested it. Kakashi strongly suspected it would be send to Handa as a warning. Threatening Konoha was never a good idea. Hokage sama's 'old grandpa' act just blinded the people who didn't know him very well. Sarutobi Hiruzen was not exactly a nice person. Being nice was a luxury Hokage sama could not indulge in too much. He did when it came to Danzō though. At least in Kakashi's opinion. He detested that guy.
He should go. If the head bleeded through the bag it might disrupt the festive mood ne?
"It's worth it" he said lowly to himself. This was why he did what he did no? Protecting this. All these people so they could live their lives.
"My balloon!" he heard the sad voice of a young boy just before a red balloon came into view on its way past the tree Kakashi was standing on. He just had to hold out his right hand to catch the cord.
On a whim he jumped from the tree, knelt in front of the boy offering the balloon back to him. The kid hesitated. ANBU was feared. Even among the villagers. They were killers. Everyone knew that. Tasked with the nastiest of jobs Konoha had to give. But they were their killers. So after a moment the kid took the balloon back and gave a deep bow.
"Thank you ANBU san" he said, now clutching the cord with both tiny hands. Kakashi nodded and disappeared before he caused too much of a ruckus.
It was still early. Once debriefed and rid of his cargo he might go to the festivities. Maybe have a quick dinner there before visiting Obito and Rin. They might appreciate to not just hear about murder for once.
