temari and karui would be THE couple...their outfits match aesthetically even if they have different styles. they’re always touching somehow, even when they’re sitting, their pinkies are usually interlocked or karui is resting her legs on temari’s lap. they both smell like leave in conditioner. when karui becomes raikage, temari becomes suna’s diplomat in kumo
oh hey look it’s that time of year again! so my askbox is once again open for any naruto wlw ships/prompts you’ve got for me (or if there’s another fandom you wanna see then feel free to ask, I’ll let you know if it’s something I’m into or not) and tbh I actually kinda really wanna write some midzel someone please send me that.. as always, I can’t 100% guarantee I’ll write it, depending on content and how many asks I get, but if you follow the set rules then there’s a good chance you’ll get your req!
Rules:
No abusive ships of any kind
No smut (implied or pre/post intimacy is fine though)
No male characters, this is all about the girls so I’m not writing any genderbent ships (trans headcanons/woman-aligned nbs are totally cool though, e.g. trans girl Ino, nonbinary lesbian Tema)
Light angst is ok, but no heavy subject matter please
Poly ships and rarepairs are MORE than ok!
I’ll be doing this throughout the rest of Feb, so there’s no rush and there’s no limit on how many prompts one person can send, just separate them into different asks so it’s easier for me to write them one at a time!
oh and dw if you want a ship but can’t think of a prompt, I’ve got loads saved so just send a ship name and I’ll pick one out for ya!
Hey what are sum of ur fav rarepairs? And some hcs for them too? 👀(if you dont mind)
i like…a lot lol but i love gairuka & temarui especially rn (whatever u see on this blog is what i like rly)
gairuka:
iruka has an awful habit of feeding the neighborhood strays (especially the black cats because it’s said they bring luck), so when he & gai start dating and gai comes over for the first time, he’s like “…okay so dont be alarmed…” and opens the door and gai sees like ten cats all chilling on the balcony and the door that leads to it and gai is immediately excited to learn all their names (his favorite is syrup)
after they get married, they become so in tune with each other that just as iruka starts to reach or ask for something, gai is already giving it to him and vice versa. naruto think it’s real creepy when they do it at the dinner table and often tells them to cut it out
temarui:
both of karui’s mothers are deaf, so karui is used to living in silence despite omoi complaining about her being loud, so when they’re at home, temari is often startled by how quiet she is and temari jokes that karui will need to start announcing every time she enters a room. (karui absolutely takes her seriously and booms “I HAVE ENTERED THE KITCHEN,” scaring temari anyway)
they start dating two years after the war ends due to them being busy with their respective villages and trying to maneuver through this new era of peace. they start talking to each other at a kage summit, laughing over jokes and having a good time. it’s when gaara says in passing one day that he’s no longer temari’s favorite redhead that she realizes she has a crush on karui
*stumbles into the party five years late tripping over the doorstep on the way in* sO! i guess it’s nart femslash week! Cool! Nice!! why did nobody bloody tell me
ok yeah i’m p late but i wanted to at least write a short-ish drabble for each day, they won’t be very long but w/e, and where better to start off with, than rival war goddesses Temari and Karui! (possibly kinda dark imagery? some talk of death at least)
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It wasn’t the first time they’d met like this – and with the way those mortals bickered, it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Technically, they were enemies, borne of two lands, two faiths, but to the same purpose… War. They were often called upon by their separate worshippers, to each destroy the other; but such petty things had never constricted them, even as rivals. There was far more to admire in their sole equal, than in the hundreds and thousands of fleeting lives ending around them, quick and messy and so, so insignificant.
Not like the vision of Temari, gliding in on wings finer than silk, but stronger than iron, the wind dancing wildly around her, idly sweeping away whole regiments, her dark eyes teasing and enticing, as she struck at her rival with her scarred battle-fans.
Not like the thrill of Karui, dancing around the field, crashes of thunder following her movements, too fast to see, but for the brief flashes of gold and the graceful trailing of red, the tickle of warm laughter against a long neck, the quirk of a beautiful mouth, her ornate, pristine blades mocking, keeping the unbearable distance between them.
They fought for no side, for no reason, other than a selfish desire to clash against an equal, seeking those brief moments where skin met skin and when they stared each other down so close, that they breathed the same air.
It wasn’t a battle that would ever be won – not even the slaughter of their peoples would decide it, their existence would long surpass such fragile things as civilisation – but in this one case, they would not seek to overwhelm, to conquer, to destroy, for be without each other, would be far worse a fate, than to lose all the battles on Earth. No pride would be worth those moments after battle, when the air was still and sticky with blood, when the two Goddesses of War were left panting and calmed, leaning on each other for support, heads touching as they took these far-too-short moments where they could truly bask in the other’s beauty, hands twisted together and murmured praises and promises trapped between them.
Soon they would have to leave and it would be a time for their respective populations to recover, but they knew they would meet again in this bitter clash of hate and fear, where love had unexpectedly thrived, and that was all that was needed.
Girl you’re special, I wanna protect you and I’ll kill so you could live
But when the last body goes down, it won’t make any sense
I’d rather lay you back, down on your back, than killin' and shit