rocky's crew dying from radiation exposure, something humans go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of and ryland's crew dying in their "sleep" with nobody watching, something eridians go to great lengths to prevent and are very scared of. cool book that is easy to read through your tears.
Exactly 2 years ago I decided to do a giveaway because I reached 500 followers and I opened up for prompts which.... I wrote some of them! But didn't post them all. So. Suddenly I have 1k followers??? THANK YOU SO MUCH. You guys rock. So here it is, one of the prompts I didn't post and it's now finally ready to see the light of day xD Thank you so much @waytoo for prompting me and for being an absolute sweetheart who I treasure very much <3 And thank you @twofortea for betaing!!
Also, I'm not gonna post this on AO3 rn but I would really appreciate it if you guys commented on a possible title for it because I just suck at giving names to stuff lol pls and ty
Rated: T
Length: 1.7k
Pairing: KakaSaku
Fandom: Naruto
Kakashi didn’t know when it happened. The years after the Fourth War started to blend together fairly quickly, just like it always did once the horrors were done with and all that was left was celebrating and picking up the pieces. He quite literally didn’t have recollections of the first two weeks after the Third War. Back then everything felt bittersweet, but now there was only relief left. Team 7 was almost inseparable during those first few years.
It was to be expected, really, especially with the way things had ended, only Kakashi hadn’t seen it coming. While his involvement with the team back when they were genin often ended after training sessions or a few dinners a month, this time Kakashi found himself quite literally bound to them via a tight grip on his wrist.
Sakura didn’t seem to ever be in the mood to take no for an answer, and while Kakashi was consoled by the fact that quite often Tenzo’s wrist was in her other hand, it somehow always felt like she had a tighter hold on him. Maybe she expected him to disappear instead of going along with it but Kakashi always stayed.
It wasn’t like it was a chore, really, and Kakashi appreciated being included even if most of the outings weren’t really considered fun by most people’s standards. Random trips to grocery stores, setting up Naruto’s new apartment, helping Sai redecorate his studio, buying shoes once, and more meals than he could count… Kakashi was there for it all, and over time, it became harder and harder to remind himself that he probably should be trying to get away from them, to keep to himself like he always did.
Things calmed down for a while after Sasuke left and Naruto dived head first into training for Hokage, like there wasn’t as much urgency between their meetings. But they were still just as frequent and somehow Sakura stayed right where he had gotten used to having her; by his side.
She became his preferred partner during missions, mainly because that meant he didn’t have to go to the hospital after coming back, but also because nowadays they barely needed words to communicate. It was only in the past few months that he started to realise how… odd it was.
The first time he became aware of it had been when he noticed Genma with his eyebrows raised high up on his forehead and a surprised, almost blindsided look on his face.
Kakashi had sat down in their usual booth with Sakura in tow. It wasn’t unusual for them to head to the bar but it had been a coincidence to find his fellow jounin already there. Sakura had only stopped her rant about something that had happened that day at the hospital to say a quick hello to everyone but Kakashi had listened quietly without interrupting. He had taken advantage of a slight pause in her venting to order the greasiest plate of tempura they had and a warm bottle of sake even though it had been a hot night, because he knew that’s what she craved at the end of a bad day.
Once the sake had arrived without her food, he had put a protein bar in her hand because he knew her crankiness probably came from not having had enough to eat that day and that she would be in an even fouler mood if she got hungover from drinking on an empty stomach. Kakashi had ignored Genma and his too expressive face.
The next time was when he got an undercover mission from Tsunade. He had to infiltrate an onsen down south that was holding a special promotion for newlyweds, and get back a priceless necklace one of the attending grooms had stolen from a minor lord. He immediately requested Sakura, out of habit, and Tsunade’s stare felt particularly pointed when she handed over the scroll.
The mission was incredibly easy by their standards and they decided to go for the necklace only on their last day there, enjoying a village paid vacation for their trouble before stealing it back. Sakura suggested they get close to their target to make it easier and Kakashi didn’t have enough reason to say no, so he sat down next to her across from the couple and pretended to be a freshly married man.
Of course, his brain had forgotten to remind him what exactly that entailed. Casual touches everywhere, double-entendres about how nice the private onsen were, Sakura pressed as close as possible to his side and her scent constantly in his nose, which he had to have bared because he couldn’t exactly wear his shinobi uniform on an undercover mission.
It was something absolutely simple and innocent that set him off, probably a kiss on his cheek or even another one of those sly looks she had been sending him. Kakashi couldn’t remember. All he knew was that one moment everything inside him was consumed by her—her scent, her smile, her hands, her lips—and the next second he was pushing her away and briskly making his way outside.
The onsen had a large backyard which led to a forest that would seem daunting to a civilian but was blessedly quiet, which was exactly what Kakashi craved at that moment. He leaned both hands on the trunk of a tree with low hanging branches and took a few deep breaths before straightening up just in time for Sakura to arrive.
“What the shit, Kakashi,” she hissed furiously and if he had enough balls to turn and face her, he knew he would find her face flaming red with rage. “I had to do so much damage control, they’re not the dumb kind of targets! I’ll have to send a clone tomorrow to get the necklace because we sure as shit can’t keep up our ruse for long—”
Kakashi was embarrassed to admit he didn’t listen to a single thing she was saying. It was like his brain had checked out on him and was instead reliving every single moment he had shared with the woman in front of him for the past four years. In vivid detail. He stood there with a blank expression on his face while words like groom and lovers spat and doghouse left her mouth but didn’t otherwise react, too busy dealing with his own feelings and subsequent ineptitude at dealing with them.
“Look, a snake.” His hand snatched at the snake hanging from one of the low branches next to Sakura and grabbed the animal before it could move away. Sakura screeched in frustration and left him without another word and Kakashi couldn’t tell if he was relieved or not. The snake stared judgingly at him until he placed it on the ground.
-
He wasn’t in the doghouse. Sakura hadn’t put his pillows on the couch near their bed and hadn’t done anything other than turn off all the lights before he got there, but somehow Kakashi felt like he was. The distance between them in bed when he climbed in later that night felt poignant, and it was only in that instant that he realised that they had fallen asleep together more than once, be it on missions, or after having one too many at the bar, or either of their places, to the point that now Kakashi was intimately aware that it was unnatural for Sakura to sleep on her right side like she was, as far away from him as possible.
He tried to will himself to sleep, end this hellish day and figure something out in the morning, but he couldn’t. After several minutes of trying, he reached for her. It was just a slight touch to her bare shoulder but just the feeling of her soft skin beneath his fingers brought him comfort.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly into the darkness between them, suddenly scared she would ignore him. No matter his own emotional rollercoaster of a day, he knew it felt even worse to have her mad at him like that. He didn’t even try to pretend his heart didn’t skip a beat when Sakura turned on her back, even if she still wasn’t looking at him.
“I might have…” Her voice was scratchy and just as quiet as his but he didn’t look away from her even as she stared at the ceiling. “... overreacted. I’m sorry too.”
Kakashi frowned, using all of his so-called genius to help him out. She probably was so frustrated with him because of the very same things he had been recalling earlier that night. Sakura wouldn’t have let any of their newfound closeness escape her notice, unlike him, and it was his fault for only beginning to realise it just then. He hadn’t meant to send her mixed signals, he hadn’t meant to play it hot and cold with her. Never with her. She was simply too special to him, too vital, too much.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he blurted out suddenly and it startled Sakura into looking at him. Finally. Her expression turned into something soft when she turned fully on her side to face him and he felt exposed without his mask, but warmth still spread through his chest when she laid her hand on the centre of the bed between them.
“We don’t have to have everything figured out overnight, Kakashi.”
It was embarrassing, the way his breath stuttered out of his chest, but not enough to make him pull away. The truth was, he never knew the actual effect her voice, soft and intimate like it was, would have on him. In fact, it was probably the easiest thing he’d ever done, putting his hand on top of hers and turning his head to kiss her on the forehead.
They stayed like that for some time, Kakashi’s heart galloping in his chest like he was a minute away from a heart attack and Sakura’s body gradually relaxing into his until she broke their peaceful silence with a snicker.
“I can’t believe your best diversion tactic today was ‘Look, a snake.’”
Kakashi grumbled his response but Sakura started giggling and he could feel her lips brushing over his when she snuggled closer even and before he knew it, he was kissing her. Or she was kissing him, he wasn’t sure, and it didn’t really matter because they didn’t stop kissing until the sun came up.
Oh my god, the set-up in the first two pages really built the anticipation for the pay-off. Kakashi is such a troll!
That last page, of Shikamaru’s attention being caught when he looks at Kakashi and gaaaah his face! HIS FACE repeatedly with that expression of what the everloving fuck is happening here–Shikamaru even drops his own sticks because the genius does not compute what strange magic is at play here. Thank you for making me smile!
Maybe a mission where they have to distract some people or maybe Sakura marrying someone in a mission and Kakashi popping up as the groom, idk just bouncing the idea here.
Extra bonus if he says to her "look, a snake" during it
Lots of love 💕💕💕💕
Thank you so much for the prompts, babes!!! This isn't really too Festa Junina-y but that's okay bc we're way past June either way lmfao Also, I could write a whole fic about casual intimacy (cough Daughter of Fire cough) so... xD Thank you <3 @everydayholic & @waytoo
Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/ Haruno Sakura
Rating: T
WC: 1716
Kakashi didn’t know when it happened. The years after the Fourth War started to blend together fairly quickly, just like it always did once the horrors were done with and all that was left was celebrating and picking up the pieces. He quite literally didn’t have recollections of the first two weeks after the Third War. Back then everything felt bittersweet but now there was only relief left. Team 7 was almost inseparable during those first few years.
It was to be expected, really, especially with the way things had ended, only Kakashi hadn’t seen something coming. While his involvement with the team back when they were genin often ended after training sessions or a few dinners a month, this time Kakashi found himself quite literally bound to them via a tight grip on his wrist.
Sakura didn’t seem to ever be in the mood to take no for an answer and while Kakashi was consoled by the fact that quite often Tenzo’s wrist was in her other hand, it somehow always felt like she had a tighter hold on him, like she expected him to disappear instead of going along. Kakashi always stayed.
It wasn’t like it was a chore, really, and Kakashi appreciated being included even if most of the outings weren’t really considered fun by most people’s standards. Random trips to groceries stores, setting up Naruto’s new apartment, helping Sai redecorate his studio, buying shoes once, and more meals than he could count, Kakashi was there for it all and it became harder and harder to remind himself that he probably should be trying to get away from them, to keep to himself like he always did.
Things calmed down for a while after Sasuke left and Naruto dived head first into training for Hokage, like there wasn’t as much urgency between their meetings. But they were still just as frequent and somehow Sakura stayed right where he had gotten used to having her; by his side.
She became his preferred partner during missions, mainly because that meant he didn’t have to go to the hospital after coming back but also because nowadays they barely needed words to communicate. It was only in the past few months that he started to realize how… odd it was.
First, it had been Genma with his eyebrows raised high up on his forehead and a surprised, almost blindsided look on his face.
Kakashi had sat down in their usual booth with Sakura in tow. It wasn’t unusual for them to head to the bar but it had been a coincidence to find his fellow jounin already there. Sakura had only stopped her rant about something that had happened that day at the hospital to say a quick hello to everyone but Kakashi stayed listening quietly without interrupting. He took advantage of a slight pause in her venting to order the greasiest plate of tempura they had and a warm bottle of sake even though it was still quite hot that day, because he knew that’s what she craved at the end of a bad day.
Once the sake arrived first, he put a protein bar in her hand because he knew her crankiness probably came from not having had enough to eat that day and that she would be in an even fouler mood if she got hungover from drinking on an empty stomach. Kakashi ignored Genma and his too expressive face.
The next time was when he got an undercover mission from Tsunade. He had to infiltrate an onsen down south that was holding a special promotion for newlyweds, and get back a priceless necklace one of the attending grooms had stolen from a minor lord. He immediately requested Sakura, out of habit, and Tsunade’s stare felt particularly pointed when she handed over the scroll.
The mission was incredibly easy by their standards and they decided to go for the necklace only on their last day there, enjoying a village paid vacation for their trouble before stealing it back. Sakura suggested they get close to their target to make it easier and Kakashi didn’t have enough reason to say no, so he sat down next to her across from the couple and pretended to be a freshly married man.
Of course, his brain had forgotten to remind him what exactly that entailed. Casual touches everywhere, double-entendres about how nice the private jacuzzis were, Sakura pressed as close as possible to his side and her scent constantly in his nose, which he had to have bare because he couldn’t exactly wear his shinobi uniform on an undercover mission.
It was something absolutely simple and innocent that set him off, probably a kiss on his cheek or even another one of those sly looks she had been sending him. Kakashi couldn’t remember. All he knew was that one moment everything inside him was consumed by her—her scent, her smile, her hands, her lips—and the next second he was pushing her away and briskly making his way outside.
The onsen had a large backyard which led to a forest that would seem daunting to a civilian but was exactly what Kakashi craved at that moment. He leaned both hands on the trunk of a tree with low hanging branches and took a few deep breaths before straightening up just in time for Sakura to arrive.
“What the shit, Kakashi,” she hissed furiously and if he had enough balls to turn and face her, he knew he would find her face flaming red with rage. “I had to do so much damage control, they’re not the dumb kind of targets! I’ll have to send a clone tomorrow to get the necklace because we sure as shit can’t keep up our ruse for long—”
Kakashi was embarrassed to admit he didn’t listen to a single thing she was saying. It was like his brain had checked out on him and was instead reviving every single moment he had with the woman in front of him for the past four years. In vivid detail. He stood there with a blank expression on his face when words like groom and lovers spat and doghouse left her mouth but didn’t otherwise react, too busy dealing with his own feelings and subsequent ineptitude at dealing with them.
“Look, a snake.” His hand snatched at the snake hanging from one of the low branches next to Sakura and grabbed the animal before it could move away. Sakura screeched in frustration and left him without another word and Kakashi can’t tell if he’s relieved or not. The snake stared judgingly at him until he placed it on the ground.
He wasn’t in the doghouse. Sakura hadn’t put his pillows on the couch near their bed and hadn’t done anything other than turn off all the lights before he got there but somehow Kakashi felt like he was. The distance between them in bed when he climbed in later that night felt poignant, and it was only in that instant that he realized that they had fallen asleep together more than once, be it on missions, or after having one too many at the bar, or either of their places, to the point that now Kakashi was intimately aware that it was unnatural for Sakura to sleep on her right side like she was, as far away from him as possible.
He tried to will himself to sleep, end this hellish day and figure something out in the morning, but he couldn’t. After several minutes trying, he reached for her. It was just a slight touch to her bare shoulder, but just the feeling of her soft skin beneath his fingers brought him comfort.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly into the darkness between them, suddenly scared she would ignore him. No matter his own emotional rollercoaster of a day, he knew it felt even worse to have her mad at him like that. He didn’t even try to pretend his heart didn’t skip a beat when Sakura turned on her back, even if she still wasn’t looking at him.
“I might have…” her voice was scratchy and just as quiet as his but he didn’t look away from her even as she stared at the ceiling. “... overreacted. I’m sorry too.”
Kakashi frowned, using all of his so-called genius to help him out. She probably was so frustrated with him because of the very same things he had been recalling earlier that night. Sakura wouldn’t have let any of their newfound closeness escape her notice, unlike him, and it was his fault for only beginning to realize it just then. He hadn’t meant to send her mixed signals, he hadn’t meant to play it hot and cold with her. Never with her. She was simply too special to him, too vital, too much.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he blurted out suddenly and it startled Sakura into looking at him. Finally. Her expression turned into something soft when she turned fully on her side to face him and he felt exposed without his mask, but warmth still spread through his chest when she laid her hand on the center.
“We don’t have to have everything figured out overnight, Kakashi.”
It’s embarrassing, the way his breath stuttered out of his chest, but not enough to make him pull away. The truth was, he never knew the actual effect her voice, soft and intimate like it was, would have on him. In fact, it was probably the easiest thing he’d ever done, putting his hand on top of hers and turning his head to kiss her on the forehead.
They stayed like that for some time, Kakashi’s heart galloping in his chest like he was a minute away from a heart attack and Sakura’s body gradually relaxing into his until she broke their peaceful silence with a snicker.
“I can’t believe your best diversion tactic today was “Look, a snake.””
Kakashi grumbled his response but Sakura started giggling and he could feel her lips brushing over his when she snuggled closer even and before he knew it, he was kissing her. Or she was kissing him, he wasn’t sure, and it didn’t really matter because they didn’t stop kissing until the sun came up.
I’ve been working on Sannin Swap AU on and off since 2014! I spend so much time thinking about it! Finally sharing some of the sketches I’ve done in the past six years!
Part 2 (Shippuden) will be posted soon! EDIT: HERE!
(jsyk this is unabashedly an inosaku and sns AU and will be even more so going forward)
have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS
sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me
there was once a little boy.
he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.
somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.
the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?
he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.
as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.
he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.
and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.
yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real
but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.
tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child
his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.
but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.
tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.
and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.
but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best
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