#utakata.

[cajoled]

zabuza pauses in front of utakata, eyes trailing down to the slightly exposed skin of his chest, catching instantly on the glimmer of stone and jewel hanging comfortably between his collarbones. it's beautiful, zabuza can admit that much to himself, but the sentiment comes second to minor embarrassment, and he clears his throat. ' you don't have to wear it, if you don't want. ' (uwu)

* UNPROMPTED / @GODMIST !

zabuza calls him ‘princess’ (at least sometimes) .        his skin is thicker now (thankfully) ,    a gooey-sticky thing he has wrapped around himself and perhaps it’s just saiken’s chakra stacking up over time     ———     maybe it’s a sort of apathy he had adapted in order to survive .        even as son of the mizukage ,     he’s never possessed anything valuable (material or not) .       the weight around his neck feels restricting (the cold metal of it searing the word ‘commitment’ into his skin) and yet it doesn’t feel wrong .        it’s simply strange      :      but this whole situation is beyond strange ,     a pair of trained killers on the run with two soon-to-be killer children in tow ,     practically playing house (as if they didn’t have to fight for survival every season of every single year) .

he notices the shade of red on his lover’s cheeks (a smile-worthy sight regardless) ,     glistening in the glaring sunlight hitting their forms on the clearing he had been working on .        for lecturing so much about emotions ,     utakata really didn’t have himself nearly as in check as he had thought .          ❛  forgive me for running off earlier .      i …  ❜          even his words do not come to him as easily as they normally did (why now !)      ———      saiken’s laughter is all that ricochets in the hallows of his skull .        but he looks at the precious stone and thinks that zabuza could have certainly been executed if caught stealing it (and yet that only leaves him to swallow harder around the lump in his throat) .         why is this so hard ?

instead utakata chooses to let actions speak for him .        a hand finds its way to a cheek (and it’s sticky with sweat ,  but when has either of them ever cared about that) to gently urge zabuza to meet his eyes again ,    making sure to prove with his softened gaze how much the man had spoiled his heart .         ❛  of course i want to wear it .      it’s beautiful .  ❜         his tip-toes help press his lips to the other shinobi’s lips and it’s all the adoration utakata feels within him (expressed in a simple romantic gesture) .        his confidence seeps back as their eyes meet again (and saiken is finally silenced again)      :          ❛  just don’t risk your head over something like this ever again .      i can’t raise haku and hotaru on my own .  ❜

[fernwehig]

sore and exhausted, stamina depleted from a non - stop, thirteen hour work day, zabuza all but collapses forward against the man's chest, careful of the burning twinge in his back. / for utakata 👀

⁑  unprompted.  /  @godmist​ !

it’snot every day  [ or maybe it is now ]  that utakata has such a mass of a mancollapse in his arms , but his grip is jinchūriki - strong as he curls his armsaround the older man’s torso     :     zabuza was obstreperous when it came toworking  [ as if trying hard to scrub clean a broken slate ]    &   utakata knowsbetter by now than to wave his pointer finger   &   preach.        the swordsman’sinexhaustible strength was merely a legerdemain , as he had come to find   &   he muses that it’s not surprising   /   for they were all human  [ for the most part ]    :     so a careful palm soothes over the clothed back of his lover   &   even if he cannot feelthe pain , the muscles are tense.          ❛  it’s fine , i have you …  ❜         is a gentle murmur against the junctionof zabuza’s neck   &   shoulder before , with a heavy breath  [ just like he hadwanted ]  , zabuza’s body goes lax in his grip   &   and utakata bears it all so very easily.

the smaller man lifts him up easily , careful of thesensitive arch of his spine as he makes sure to gently lay the other missing -nin into their bed.       he used to be so vitriolic about this     ——–     now bitternesshas no place left in his heart.       aware of his job as linchpin , utakata gentlypeels at the bandages on zabuza’s face   /   making soft , cooing noises  [ he hadinitially learned to calm saiken with ]   to ensure he wouldn’t accidentallytrigger any flurry of shinobi reactions.         ❛  i will get an ointment.     feel free to sleep for awhile , i can take over dinner today.    you did well.  ❜        it’s the last sentence  [ thatcontradicts his existence as a beastly vessel ]  , the fondness in his eyes ashis thumbs stroke over zabuza’s cheekbones   /   brush a bit of sweat - sticky hairfrom his forehead before pressing a kiss to his temple , waiting until hislover succumbed to sleep until he left the room , smile still resting easy  [ inhis eyes as well as ]  on his lips as he slipped into the kitchen with soft determination.

[fernwehig]

utakata is the son of the third mizukage , thanks for your time UWU

[fernwehig]

blows smoke @ one of utakata's bubbles...

* unprompted.  /  @onigamis​ !

thereis the obvious line splitting across his delicate features , harsh where itdidn’t fit in as he knit his eyebrows  [ but akon had always been somethingstronger ]   /   sleek fingers curling around the polished bamboo of his pipe.      thiswas annoying.        ❛  isit so hard to keep your deadly exhale to yourself ?  ❜      he had only come here to have somethingfixed  [ would even go as far as to pay generously ]  , but apparently the otherwelcomed a distraction like this.      utakata was about to complain again ,just as his iris got caught on the dance the two elements performed in the air  [ as much as he hated to admit it ]  with a quite surprisedlook.

akon wouldn’t grace him with a second look , but onedoes not waken his creativity to evade it so easily  [ as hotaru knows bitterly]    &   thus he gently kicks the back ofakon’s knees   &   gestures to theother’s pipe.      ❛  do you think you can replace the air inmy bubbles with smoke ?  ❜      that would actually make a fair weapon if it waspoisonous gas used  [ even if akon didn’t seem very impressed ]    &   thus utakata pushes out his lip a bituntil he hears a groan   &   the edgeson his face smoothed over as he brings the pipe to his smiling mouth again.

[fernwehig]

' y'know, there was always something familiar about you that i just couldn't place. ' an almost dangerous smirk curves his maskless face, ' i didn't know you were a /princess/. '

* unprompted.  / @godmist​ !

hisnose scrunches up in distaste   /   how his past haunts him to this day  [ thoughthe in famil(iarit)y dashes right past him ]  , tilting his chin up stubbornlywith a glare gouging into the other missing shinobi  [ yet the tilt of his lipsspeaks louder than his eyes ]   :       ❛  it’s a surprise you lived until today , seeing howslow you are.  ❜        being vague has become a state of being   &   he blames it on saiken  [ flip - floppy & hard to grasp as if dancingon water ]  as he leans into the flaky façade of their little residence   /   armscrossed as lankily as his intentions.      out of all people , it really had to beanother prodigy of their former village to find him out here in this wilderness [ not that he cared ,since the reaction was rarely positive ]   /   thus according measures had to betaken , he concludes with a smile that hints at more than just a nasty threat.

his sensory abilities told him that haku   &   hotaruwere still by the river bank  [ not that they needed to know anything at all ]   /   the droop of his kimino off his shoulder dangerously low as he kicks himselfoff the wall , over to the other shinobi with steps feathery  [ as water surfacetension had taught him ]    &   his eye gleam in the most sinister of ways , atrained drag of his palm over the outline of zabuza’s biceps   &   blendinginto prominent line of his collarbone  [  & hotaru would be proud of the nethe was spinning ]  until he reached the left pectoral muscle   &   caught theother’s eyes again   :       ❛  what i can say for certain though , is that your worship of meleaves much to be desired , then.  ❜      is sleek off his tongue  [ guided by the long bat ofdark eyelashes ]    &   dances under zabuza’s nose in all its impertinence   :   but before he is caught , he glides away to their laundry bag   &   thisscorned title has never felt more liberating.