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𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥?

𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

He won’t lie, he likes you clingy. However, you hadn’t been spending much time with him. Megumi knew that you would be free today. So a scary movie it was. He needed an excuse.

He had called you over and had the movie playing. Your hands were gripping his, knuckles white, and you had them pulled in front of your face. He smiled a little when he realized you were still peeking through them.

“You scared?”

He was being a little mean. He knows you know, as if the quick glare you sent him didn’t speak volumes. Freeing his hands from your death grip, he throws one arm around you. Within a second, your hands were gripping his again, and he couldn’t help but laugh right against your ear, breathy and deep.

When he feels you shiver against him, Megumi has a feeling that the jump-scare on the screen wasn’t the reason.

A few moments pass, and his head is propped up against the wall. During the dialogue scene, you glance over at him.

“Aren’t you scared?”

His eyes slid over to meet your’s. “Hm?”

You huff a little in frustration at his face. “You have no expression on your face. I’m feeling a little silly over here.”

Megumi pulls you closer to him, and your dogs bound onto the bed. Scratching them behind their ears, you continue, “They have more feeling on their face than you.”

Megumi listens quietly, snuggling his face against your neck. The movie continues, and during the next jump-scare, he kisses your neck from behind, effectively distracting you.

Your pulse thunders right against his lips as he feels you tighten your hands around his. As the movie ends, he rubs your shoulders, massaging the tension and fear away slowly.

Once you’ve relaxed against him, he kisses your hair, your neck, your shoulders. He doesn’t notice you and the dogs getting ready to pounce him.

“Rah!” You turn in his arms, throwing your weight against him as the dogs tackle him from the sides. He laughs, falling, as all three of you pepper his face with kisses.

After calming down, he opens his eyes and looks at you. Your hands are holding his face, and he knows there’s a flush in his cheeks as your thumbs graze it.

“There we go. Much better.”

Pulling you to lay down on him, he sighs. With you hugging him tightly, he knows you’re gonna spend the night because you’re scared. You’re clingy.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ， Ｉ＇ｄ ｆｉｇｈｔ ｔｈｅ ｇｏｄｓ

⇝ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺

✦ 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘞𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘗𝘈𝘋 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺-𝘴𝘢𝘯)

✦ 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

⋆ 𝘍𝘦𝘮. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳

⋆ 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵/𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘜

⋆𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

When the youngest son of the Kazekage was born, around the same time, a girl was born.

One is a monster.

One is claimed to rival the intellect of those in the Nara clan.

Both were born for each other. [Name] was trained for the longest time, by the best shinobi the village had to offer, to protect their best weapon.

A master for a sword.

But she didn't do what they expected her to do. Even though no one would go near Gaara, [Name] was the one who stuck by him, through thick and thin.

It was only a matter of time before they fell in love with each other. And the moment Gaara became Kazekage, she became Anbu Captian and the Head of the entire army the Sand Village had to offer. The second most powerful, right behind Gaara.

And everyone knew not to say bad things about the Kazakage when she was around. It always ended with someone in the hospital. And it wasn't her.

They all whispered about how much she loved him. All talked about how the Captian had lost control the minute she saw him.

Saw her life, her everything, her Gaara, motionless, on the ground, being sat on.

Ｈｏｗ ｄａｒｅ ｔｈｅｙ？

Sleepless nights, ever since the kidnapping of Gaara reached her ears, while she was on a mission. She came back to the village so fast, that people say she rivalled the speed of the Yellow Flash.

And now they are telling her that he is dead? Dead? No, she refused it. Because when he died, her heart would automatically stop. Her love would kill her right there and then.

And she wasn't dead.

Deidara had only started speaking about art, when his head hit the ground, rolling away from his body.

ʎzɐɹɔ ǝɯ ǝpɐɯ ǝʌol 'ǝɯ ǝɯɐlq ʇ,uoᗡ

Sasori jumped back, shivers running up his back, because of the look in her eyes. The absolute hatred and rage, that promised his death. Those eyes held more death than those of the Tailed Beasts.

In the end, there were two Akatsuki dead, and only one person fighting. The Konoha shinobi were shell shocked. Shocked at how she moved.

But she didn't care. Because Gaara wasn't waking up, no matter how much she shook him.

"Gaara-sama, Gaara-sama!"

There were tears forming in her eyes. She's never cried before. Sakura came around, her hands glowing green with chakra. She glanced up at [Name] before she placed them on his chest.

"Pulse, none. Time of death-"

She was cut off abruptly as [Name] pushed her away, placing her own hands on his chest.

"I was meant to protect. I was made to protect. To serve. He changed me. He saved me. My life is his as long as he exists."

Chiyo's eyes widened as she noticed how the speaking girl manipulated her chakra.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙂𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩."

Chiyo gave a hand signal to Sakura, who quickly got up and circled behind [Name]. Who was too busy pouring her life essence into Gaara.

One nerve. Three ounces of pressure. And a distracted captain.

[Name] was unconscious.

Everyone knows how that mission ended.

But after the war. After everything, [Name] got the one order that she dreaded.

ʇɥɓıɹ ʇı ɓuıop ʇ,uıɐ noʎ 'ʇ,usǝop ʇı ɟI

"[Full Name], as of right now you are being taken off of duty for your lack of management during your latest mission."

Her heart dropped. 

"I'm sorry?"

Gaara just stared ahead, looking at the wall behind her.

"I'm taking you off duty."

[Name] searched the eyes of her beloved, trying to see if he was messing with her. To see if he was understanding how this would hurt her. Hurt them.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

Gaara's eyes flicked to hers.

"I'm not going to change my mind."

"You can't do this! This is the one constant that's been in my life, Gaara. I'm a damn good shinobi. And, I didn't do anything wrong. I was trying to protect my teammates and eliminate the enemy! It was the best option I could up with! ME! The Genius of this village."

"[Name]-"

"NO! This is bullshit. I know I came back injured, but that's part of the job description! The reason you're giving me is shitty as fuck! I couldn't really think of another fucking escape plan, and I thought being injured but ALIVE was better than being tortured and DEAD."

They were standing toe to toe. She couldn't believe her ears. [Name] understood that her plan wasn't perfect, but her plan promised escape, alive, without any casualties. And that was more than enough for her to take a couple of kunai to her body to escape with her comrades.

"I won't. Change. My. Mind."

"Fine. Then don't talk to me. Because you're not listening."

And with that, [Name] turned and left his office, tears swimming in her eyes.

The next few days, it was absolute radio silence. Neither of them spoke to the other. And Gaara had appointed Temari as the new Captain.

A few days turned into a few weeks and nothing changed. Gaara had gotten better at expressing himself. But that entire fight he had with [Name] still made him want to jump out of the window.

He just didn't want to lose her. He wanted her to be safe. To be with him.

But you were right. It came with the job description. And you were a damn good shinobi. Plus, if you were saying that the plan you came up with was the best option, then you must have thought through everything else.

So, yeah, he realized, he was in the wrong for this. But how was he going to apologize to you after being so dumb?

In the end, he decided a little drink would help him think up a solution. So he dragged along Kankuro and headed over to the nearest bar for some sake.

---

After a couple of drinks, and a complete breakdown on his brother's shoulder, Gaara stumbled his way to the hotel room you were living in.

"[Name]~~, open up baby. I need'ta," he hiccuped, "Need'ta ta'k to you babe."

The door creaked open, and your stoic face showed up in his blurry vision.

"Gaara-sama?" his heart hurt that you used the honorific, one that you had reluctantly left behind. Gaara's eyes flashed, something low and guttural swimming in his eyes. His hands grabbed the edge of the door and pushed it open, while he finally stood up to his full height.

"Don' ta'k like that, baby~"

[Name] looked on, unimpressed but slightly surprised that he was drunk. She led him inside and laid him down on the bed, pulling his shoes off and bringing a bucket to him in case he throws up.

"I'll be leaving now, Gaara-sama. I hope you have a good night's rest."

She turns to leave when a hand catches onto her wrist and yanks. [Name] stumbles backwards and falls into the bed, her back flush against his chest.

"[Name]," his voice vibrated through her body, and she couldn't help but sink into his arms, finally feeling at home after a long time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should've trusted you, and I can't express how regretful I am I said those things to you, and how mad I am at myself for not trusting you."

Her breathing stills, as she realizes that Gaara wasn't as drunk as he had acted. If anything, he might be just a little tipsy at best.

"I was, I was just so scared of losing you after everything we've been through. Terrified that after all the fighting, blood, and war, I'd lose you and I, I would've never lived."

Turning, [Name] planted a kiss on his lips, his hands immediately flying to her hips and pulling, deepening the kiss.

"It's okay," she replies after pulling away, "I understand how you feel."

Gaara gives her a puzzled look. She laughs, hollow and empty as if she was in a place that robbed her of light.

"That time when the Akatsuki got you, Gaara, I was gone. Terrified, angry, and so sad. So, so sad I wanted to die thinking you were dead. And now, I never, ever want to see that again, so I try to do everything in my power to prevent that from happening."

He just squeezes your hips in return leaning in and touching your foreheads together.

"I think, I'm gonna sign us up for some therapy, and maybe we could have a date tomorrow? Oh and also, you have a lot of work to do 'cause Temari has been doing nothing 'cause she is mad at me."

She laughs, happy and feeling like a burden has been lifted off her shoulders. The rest of the night is spent with laughter and love, feeling as if the two had gotten closer to each other than ever before.

⇝𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Stop. Appreciate.

Imagine this scene as you walk into your kitchen in the morning. With your darling husband bundling your son up to take him to his karate class.

You walk into the scene, give them both a kiss, grab your breakfast and send them on their way from the door.

Katsuki gives you a warm kiss on your cheek, and your son makes grabby hands from where he is standing on the porch. You laugh as you lift him up, and he gives you two kisses on the cheek and turns to face his dad, a smug look plastered on his face.

Katsuki plays along, growling playfully as he snatches his gremlin out of your hands and pretends to drop him.

Your son’s shouts and giggles ring down the drive way. And as the car pulls out of the driveway, your two darling boys wave and blow kisses at you.

⇝ 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘓𝘮𝘢𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘶𝘮𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

You are power incarnate, in his eyes

Katsuki can never forget. The way he thought he had power. The way he thought that he was a villain because of said power.

He loved and simultaneously despised his quirk.

Until you. You with pure, undiluted power thrumming through your veins.

The way you can stand up to his demons for him and drive them away. Rip them to shreds. The way that you make his world brighter by just being in it. The way in which he forgets about PR and rankings.

The way you fight villains. The way that he has never seen you in a hospital until you had his daughter.

He couldn’t describe how much he loved you. How he was so grateful for you. How he worshipped you.

You were his.

That was pure power.

Katsuki adored you with every cell in his body.

Lord forbid he ever let you forget it.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Darling, You’re glowing (1)

There are no words to describe how much you adore Naruto.

Ever since you and him met each other when you were children, you have always loved him with your entire heart. You made sure that he had someone to come home to. You made sure he had balanced meals and helped him with whatever Academy stuff you could as a civilian.

But you both were hiding secrets that you didn’t even know about. How he was a weapon for the village, a power chip in the grand scheme of shinobi politics. How, with a flick of his fingers, entire landscapes would change to follow his command.

And you? You also had a power lying dormant in you. A last, desperate ditch for the village. A sacrifice that would buy them time to run, to protect their weapon. It was woven into your very being, cells riddled with seals.

As Naruto had left the village to train, Tsunade calls you over. As a lowly civilian, this would’ve shocked you, but by being so close with Naruto, his connections in the shinobi world were yours as well.

“You called for me, Hokage-sama?”

Tsunade turns towards you, her hand just barely crushing a file as she moves to sit down at her desk.

“It seems like my sensei has hidden a far bigger secret in this village.”

You stood there, baffled and confused. Yes, you knew about Naruto. When you both had learned about his secret, he was devastated, and you were there to console him. Told him that you would never see him as a monster, and he is Naruto, not the demon fox spirit sealed inside. You didn’t care, because you would love him regardless.

“It seems that you are a fail safe. A last resort of defence for the jinchuriki of the village.”

As Tsunade went on explain how you were a dormant ninja, with powers rivaling the Shodiame Hokage, there was a high pitched ringing in your ears. Seals. Thousands of them. The thrum of them loud now that you were aware. All throughout you. In you.

Nonononononononononono…

Did you love Naruto? Or was it controlled by the seals inside of you? Was the love you felt for him real? Are your own thoughts real?

Did you belong to yourself?

“It also appears,” Tsunade continues, “That the power will kill you due to the strain it will put on your body, as it is not developed.” She sighs, “Therefore, up on the activation of the power, you would die by the time the danger is over.”

why

Your mind was silent. Or too loud, you couldn’t tell. You stared up to the Hokage. Tsunade’s eyes are filled with anger, rage and sadness.

“I was hoping that we would be able to train you, help you harness the power, but according to the notes written here, that will result in immediate death, as a attack if anyone was trying to control you.” Her eyes flash. “It is more likely that we may heal you, but we won’t know what side effects will occur.”

whywhywhywhy

Your heart had already shattered to a million pieces, but it seems like your life wanted to follow. But, you have to push it all aside. You have a duty to Naruto.

You will love him, no matter if it was written into you, or by your own violation. You will always love and protect Naruto. You couldn’t care less about yourself.

“… what would you like me to do, Hokage-sama?”

Because even if you were a civilian, even if you would die, the only thought that echoed in the remnants of your heart was that at least you could finally do something for Naruto.

Tsunade eyes harden, and you know your talking to a military leader of deadly humans, and not a leader of the village anymore.

“Since the anchor of the seal, my sensei has died, we are gonna to have to seal you. It will be like jail, constantly monitored with reapplications of seals by Kakashi until Jiraya returns.”

The dread, the hopelessness, and the anguish that fell upon you brought you to your knees, although you didn’t let a single tear fall.

“I understand, Hokage-sama.”

With a wave of her hand, Kakashi shunshins into the office. With his one eye, he looks at you with sorrow. You are close with Team 7, by always wanting to tag along with Naruto. You might as well be apart of the team.

And as you are led to the gutters of the village, as you are stripped into nothing but your undergarments, as the shackles clamps around your hand and feet, bringing you to your knees, you can only think of him.

Naruto

His name is a tattoo your heart beats into your chest, his face the only thing you can see in your mind. The first tear trickles down your face. Kakashi looks down at you with sorrow, even as his steady hands start the application of the seal around the ground you kneel on.

“Kakashi-sensei?”

He looks down at the ground. You continue.

“I am never going to leave until I have to die, am I?”

You voice cracks on the final words, and Kakashi flinches as if it were a whip. You were barely thirteen.

As the first cold stroke of the ink settles on your lower back, your final wish for Naruto to be able to move on echoes in your mind.

Then, Kakashi’s chakra wraps around you, and all you know is pain.

Part 2

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (2)

⇝Part 1

Naruto bounded into his village after three years. Three years of no friends, only Ero-sennin and training, training, training.

Well, that’s the gist of it.

But now, he can go and meet you, Sakura, Kakashi-sensei. Maybe he should buy flowers for you first.

Jumping up onto a near by pillar, he scans Konoha’s roads for flower shops, and perhaps you.

“Naruto!” Sakura shouts from the bottom.

Naruto jumps down, gives her a hug, and they slip into their usual banter. But Naruto’s mind hasn’t forgotten about his previous endeavour. So, in true Naruto fashion, he stops Sakura in the middle of her sentence to ask where you were.

Her face shutters in a way that sends him back to that one morning where he lost his friend. Sakura’s face is a haunting memory and for one second, a second that felt like eternity itself had sat down to watch the show, the worst of his imagination fills his mind.

Naruto turns around and bounds, leaps, soars above the houses in a mad rush to the Hokage tower.

Pleasepleasepleasenononononono

His heart is barely beating but it’s also a thundering drum in his chest. Naruto crashes through the window of the Hokage’s office, eyes wild and panicked. Tsunade heaves a sigh as she turns around to scold him.

“Naruto! You know that you can’t-“

He cuts her off.

“Where is she?!”

His chest is too tight for him, and as Tsunade’s face hardens, it tightens even more until he can’t breathe.

“She didn’t leave the village, Naruto. Breathe.” Tsunade commands as Kakashi-sensei and Sakura burst through the door.

Naruto takes a breath, then follows it with another, and continues until he calms down just enough to comprehend people.

Because no matter what they say, their faces are louder than their words. And you aren’t in his arms, aren’t safe, aren’t with him-

“Where is she?” He asks again, but couldn’t stop the hysterical note from falling into his words. The tone of authority. He stares up at them, and his eyes narrow on Sakura’s face as her lips flatten into a line.

Naruto wonders if he has given into the Kyuubi again as his vision starts reddening in the corners.

wherewherewherewherewhere

He faintly registers Tsunade calling for some Tenzo as his senses flare to search for you. Kakashi-sensei shouts as his hands fly through seals and Sakura backs up and leaves. In the back of his mind, he heard Tsunade telling her to go get Jiraya.

Then, Ero-sennin shows along with an Anbu, and Naruto is caged and slammed into the ground. Ero-sennin slams a seal on his forehead, and then all he knows is darkness.

Part 3

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⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (3)

⇝Part 2

Naruto woke up feeling dizzy, and thanked the lords that all of was a dream. His fox tended to give him the worst ones.

But that illusion soon shattered, as he moved his hands above his head, he couldn’t. Chains clinked.

They’d chained him. To the hospital bed. It was as if a bucket of ice had dropped on him as yesterday’s events soon came to him in clarity. His heart roared only one thing.

Get her back

He moved frantically, tugging on the chains until his wrists were raw and red. Just as he was about to start dislocating his thumb, Tsunade walked in with Jiraya, Kakashi, and Sakura.

He immediately started begging.

“Please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please, let me see her, I’m begging. If this was a test, I probably failed, but please let me see her-“

He was rambling, he knew, but he couldn’t care. You were his, and he was yours. It went beyond a romantic or platonic bond. You belonged with each other. By each other’s sides. No matter the circumstances. You were his first team and teammate.

Sakura’s eyes tightened around the corners, in a way Naruto realized that she was getting angry. She came forward towards him, then turned to face the adults.

“Hokage-sama” she wasn’t addressing her teacher right now, “When asked about the whereabouts of her, you told me that she left the village to go trade in the Wind Country to better our relation with them around the same time Naruto did. You had letters from her for me.”

“Well,” Naruto thought, “Gaara wouldn’t mind a visit from me.”

Sakura continues “But when Naruto inquired her location, I clearly heard you through the door, mention that she was in the village. If she is, why aren’t we able to see her?”

Naruto’s heart dropped. Three years? Nobody had seen you in three years?

Tsunade walks to the front of his bed. “I cannot-“

Sakura and Naruto move in sync. He yanks his hands out, disregarding his broken and bleeding thumbs, just as Sakura punches the window open. Her hand comes to his, glowing green, all the while moving towards their escape.

“She a was a important part of our lives, Hokage-sama, and we are not above breaking and entering for a friend.”

Naruto nods his head and one of his hands finish healing. “Yeah, those who abandon friends and comrades are scum.”

“I’ll take her to you.” Jiraya’s voice echoes.

“Just, don’t do anything stupid nor rash when we see her”

Part 4

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⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (4)

⇝Part 3

Naruto moved with caution as he went to sit down. Sakura moved with him, hands flickering green. He was thankful for her presence, and reminded him that even though nobody would help, she would be with him. Help him find you.

Jiriaya heaved a strangled sigh as Tsunade looked as if she was trying to murder him with her eyes alone.

“Well, I’m not exactly sure how to put this in words…” Jiriaya trails off as he looks to Kakashi for help. In turn, Kakashi pointedly looks at Tsunade.

“Lord, all of you lot are baboons,” she turns towards Naruto, and the previous gravity of the situation hits him full force again. You. And you not being with him.

“What happened to her?” His choked voice escapes him without his permission, as if a deeper part of him is seeking you out. His soul, being, and entire existence of Naruto, wailing for you.

Tsunade finally looks at him with remorse, well hidden, but noticeable because he has seen her at her lowest, knows what to looks for-

“I don’t want you to hate anybody, Naruto, Sakura. You both understand the, implications, of Naruto’s situation, yes?” She asks.

Sakura looks up from her hands, confused. Unable to hold in his want, his need for information, he whirls to her, grabs her face and drops the first bombshell of the day.

“I’m the Kyuubi’s host. It’s sealed inside of me.” Sakura’s eyes widen, but she’s been treating this as high risk surgery, so she internalizes, then promptly moves on. His hands drop.

The adults in the room watch dumbfounded as the two have an unspoken conversation (look at the irony of that) and then turn to look at them in unison. Tsunade takes this as a cue to continue.

“It’s no unknown fact that being a jinchuuriki is something that is very important to the village. They are mostly seen as very powerful beings in the military strength of a Hidden Village. Therefore, many others seek this power for themselves, such as the Akatsuki.”

Naruto felt as if he had split into two pieces. One was paying rapt attention to all of this, and the other was irked at the fact that this isn’t telling him where you were.

“When Naruto was born,” and now with this new tone of voice, he could tell that this is the Hokage and not Baa-chan talking to them anymore. “I believe, the council and Third Hokage thought it was the best choice to create a dormant ninja with astounding abilities to protect him from danger.”

There was a high pitched ringing in his ears again, and Naruto’s mind made the connections. Because no matter what people say, he is a ninja worthy of training under one of the Sanin. He learns to understand the unspoken, but lord, he didn’t want to now. Not if it meant what he thought it meant.

“She’s the dormant ninja, isn’t she?” Sakura’s voice cuts through, stating the obvious.

Tsunade nods.

“Then what does this have to do with anything?! This isn’t as bad as my secret! I won’t treat her differently, I promise! Let me see her!” He begs. Because he’s been without you for so long, Naruto feelings like he’s slowly shattering.

Sakura places a hand on his shoulder, “I think, that this is still the background we need to understand what happened.”

Tsunade clears her throat and continues, “Since this is a dormant ninja, they gave her the powers through seals. Her entire being is covered in them, and they connect to the corpses of the first two Hokage.”

Naruto’s breathe catches in his throat. Everyone knew that the corpses of the Hokages are preserved and kept somewhere very secret. To have that sort of power-

“But, all of this needed an anchor, and since the village had just been attacked, the Third Hokage became that anchor.”

He was making the connection. Uzumaki’s excelled in Funinjitsu and he had Jiriaya teach him. He just prayed that whatever his mind came up with, was wrong.

“After his passing, I soon found the scroll holding all of this information, and found that since she didn’t have an anchor, she was extremely unstable. We had to create a new anchor for her. Kakashi started it, Jiriaya fixed it.” Tsunade faltered. “I think it’s best if we go see her now.”

On the way to wherever she was, Naruto was dazed and completely unresponsive. Sakura was a comforting presence behind him, and his hand was fisted in Kakashi’s flak jacket.

Pleasepleaseletmeseeherpleaseiloveher

In the basement of the building they were in, they near a room with a window, which had an ominous blue light spilling from it. Naruto screwed his eyes shut, clamping them with force. He lets Kakashi steer him.

He doesn’t want to see what he did. Because this is his fault. Had he not been here-

Naruto hears a gasp escape from Sakura, followed by stifled sobbing. At that, he lets go of Kakashi’s jacket to cover his eyes before taking a deep breath and opening them. Although he didn’t want to see what he did, the need to see you would always overpower anything.

And there you were. The first thought in his mind is that you had grown even more beautiful as time passed. You look like the gods had spent time carving you out of stone. He never wanted to kiss you more.

Then the rest processed.

You were kneeling, ankles bolted to the ground, shackled hands clawing at the ground beside your thighs. Dressed in undergarments, seals littered every available space on exposed skin, glowing a bright blue. Hair brushed your back, swaying softly to their own dance, while your back arched as you stared at the sky with your mouth open in a silent scream going to the heavens.

There were people fluttering around you with brushes, dripping with ink as they scribble around the floor that surrounds you.

Naruto’s vision flashes black before coming back wavy, distorted. A sound escapes him, and he sees Tsunade with glowing hands near him. Distantly, he thinks that he is screaming for you, with you, your pain and agony flowing through him.

Then, Tsunade’s chakra wraps around him, and all he knows is darkness.

@kissyhalik @the-holy-trinity-l @lennyleoo

⇝ Final Part

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

⇝𝘖𝘬, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘎𝘜𝘛𝘛𝘌𝘙. 𝘉𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺. (𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬?) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴.

⇝Fem! Reader x Gojo Satoru

Shut the fuck up the latest chapters are LIES

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Satoru, absolutely flabbergasted when you ask if you can try on his blindfold.

“You though you had t’ ask, baby?”

But regardless, his hands are excruciatingly gentle as he ties his most favourite pair across your eyelids, asking you if it’s too tight.

He laughs as he spins you around to get a look at you, and then promptly loses every train of thought after that.

Because you look so fucking hot with his blindfold on.

Flushed, breathing loudly as you struggle to catch your breath from laughing, a tiny “Toru!” Falling from your lips.

He needs to kiss you. So bad, right now.

His hands slide down your shoulders to your waist, and his tight grip makes you lose your words.

“Toru?”

And god fucking damn it all, the breathy way you say it has blood pulsing down south, and he kisses you as if he will devour you whole. Your hands come to fist in his shirt by his chest, and you feel exhilarated, the blindfold having your nerves on overdrive.

Satoru feels every one of your gasps and whimpers against his skin, and he feels ignited. Your hands trail down under his shirt, and the ten points of contact on his abs kill all the leftover brain function he had in one fell swoop.

He picks you up, and never leaving your lips, takes you over to his bedroom, laying you gently on the bed. Pulling back just enough to rip your shirt off. Your gasping in tiny little breaths, and he can see the pleasure and confusion warring on your face.

It makes him want to fuck you till he can’t.

His mouth is everywhere and nowhere at once, and the unknown sends sparks of pleasure shooting across your skin.

You’re under him, broken moans leaving your mouth as he snaps his hips into your’s over and over again, never keeping his hands in one place.

Satoru leans forward, one hand leaving your hips and the other trails down until it hits your clit. Once his finger starts moving, you arch, muscles tightening as your moans reach another pitch. His name leaves your mouth continuously, littered with “Fuckin-hahhhh~” and he just wants you, needs you, can’t get enough of you.

His other hand goes up, until he hooks a finger underneath the blindfold and snaps against your skin. You whimper against the onslaught of light, before you finally see him.

He’s towering over you, his body the best thing you’ve seen, but it’s the overwhelming amount of love he has in his eyes that makes your breath catch itself in your throat.

He continues to snap the blindfold, and he can feel you clamp harder and harder, and he knows that your close. Your moans reach another level again, and all of a sudden you don’t know what’s coming out of your mouth. Your body tightens before it convulses under the weight of your orgasm.

“Fuck-Toru~”

And all he can think is your pussy around his cock, your eyes covered with his blindfold, increasing your pleasure, and all he says in response is:

“One more, sweetheart. Gotta’ pay me back for taking my blindfold”

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

⇛ 𝙄 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢...

⊛ 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘒𝘪'𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦!

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⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

⇝ 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴: 𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰, 𝘫𝘶𝘫𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢, 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘶, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭, 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 (𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵)

⇝ 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

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𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 ⇝ 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴

⇝ 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴

⇝ 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺

⇝ 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴

✦ Gaara

⇝ 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦.

⇝ 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦

✦ Katsuki

⇝ 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨

✦ Naruto

𝘎𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

✦ Satoru

⇝ 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬

✦ Kozume

⇝ 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘯𝘬 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴

✦ Suguru

⇝ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥?

✦ Megumi

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𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 Authors note: it's October. Don't read this if you're a minor. Shoyo has always had this habit. He'll

Shoyo

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Darling, You’re Glowing, Part 5

Part 4

Final part. Message me and I can add some more after the ending.

Silence. Whispers. Pain. Silence again.

Where am I?

The pain. The pain.

Sunshine, blue skies. Laughter. Love. So much love.

You love him. I love him.

Your eyes snap into focus as you roar, the world coming undone around you.

He’s in danger. You love him. You have to protect him.

Naruto was fighting for the sake of the village. A right hook, duck, roundhouse kick, clone attack, fight back, fight. He’d been here since the beginning, fighting and running, bringing the focus of the paths to the Hokage tower. The entirety of Anbu were waiting. Kakashi-sensei with his dog mask. Jiriaya had disappeared halfway through the invasion, whispered words from Tsunade’s mouth sending him running.

Fight

But now, the Anbu were pushed back. He was fighting with sage mode on, Ma and Pa with him as he moved. He was losing. He could feel it.

Pain had levelled the area, the entirety of the shinobi district now nonexistent. However, with the help of the T&I division, the Anbu had erected a large barrier, so majority of the civilian and merchant sectors were standing. Still, Naruto moved. He pushed back thoughts of you, knowing if he lost, you’d be brought here. And then, he would have to live without you.

Right then, Naruto feels himself get punched and grabbed. He struggles against the hands of the path, but his sage chakra runs out. He looks up and sees Pain’s mouth moving, but his breaths are getting shorter and he thinks:

“Am I going to die?”

The sand on the ground vibrates, small but he notices. They start bouncing, pebbles flying away. He feels like his heart flies away with them, too.

Because, you’re there. You’re there, fitted with shinobi clothes, hair pushed out of your face, and that sight alone steals his breath. A flicker of your fingers, and roots pull themselves out of the ground. His restraints are gone, and before he can catch up with his thoughts, your lips are on his and lord heavens above, he missed you. The relief, grief and joy all tangle together but he can kiss you, kisses you, until he can’t breathe.

His words fall out of his mouth, spilling against your lips as he moves his hands everywhere to memorize you. You both whisper I love you and I missed you and it’s been four years. His heart feels like its ripping in all directions and healing itself simultaneously. Naruto doesn't close his eyes, doesn't shut them even for a second, scared that he'd miss any part of you. He was memorizing every color in your eyes, every dip between your ribs, every breath, everything.

Naruto is crying, he’s sure of it, but you capture his lips again and he's grabbing your hips and pulling you in closer, as if someone might snatch you away from him. You both share a few more kisses before you crumple, an agonized scream tearing itself out of you. He shouts your name before your eyes glow, no pupils or irises to be seen, as you turn before tearing out of his hands towards a Path.

Nimble fingers fly through seals at super sonic speed, and he can see the water pull itself out of the ground, the wind from the air, whirling around you as you mold them to your liking. It rips into the body, pieces of it flying before turning into dust before his eyes and-

“…god…”

It was terrifyingly beautiful, the power and destruction you were brimming with. The air around you hummed with chakra, vibrated the fabric of existence with it. His clone winks out of existence, and the world turns brighter as sage chakra flows into him. Naruto stares, drinking you in, frozen.

Another Path moves towards him, but your clone is there, and he can feel you unlock your own chakra, nostalgic lighting charging the air, the scent of fire heavy in his nose.

Then, with utter awe and disbelief, he watches as you turn fire into lighting, force it to your liking, whipping it against the Path. It obliterates it into nothing, the hum of its power singing as it moves. Three gashes mark the ground, or trenches are more apt of an description, but you're ripping through them all. The trenches remind him of the claws of a beast.

No one could stand in your way.

The battlefield was silent with the exception of you moving through the enemies, cutting away at them. Oddly, Naruto is reminded of the time when you went to a festival a few years back, watching you move through the different Paths. Every step is a mimicry of the dance you did, and he feels his eyes water. There are cracks adorning your skin now, glowing, and he knows at some fundamental level that you don't have much time left.

Knows he can’t have you anymore.

He flies through the dust you've kicked up, and lands beside you. You both move together, a melody and harmony. The rest of the shinobi watch as you move together, Naruto observing you and matching every step, just like he did all those years ago at the festival. He can hear shouting. But he can’t care, because you’re there. He keeps moving, and soon, fight finishes in a blur. In victory. Until you collapse against him.

"I love you"

And then he’s grabbing at you, pushing your hair back, whispering it back with a fierceness. Your skin is cracked and raw, just like his after he accessed the fox’s power, and he can feel it bubble up. Naruto pushes against it, pushes it down to have some more time with you.

Tsunade pushes him away, her hands glowing green and Sakura rushes behind her with medical supplies. Naruto moves to you, but Kakashi sensei’s there, pulling him back.

“We have to find who was controlling those Paths…”

So, as his heart rips itself out of existence, he leaves, giving you a longing glance as he runs with Kakashi. The forest moves past them in a blur, tears falling from his eyes and then he’s staring at a shell of a man. Rippled eyes stare at him and he finds himself talking. Talking about himself, but talking about you the most. He almost faints at the thought of your body cooling-

Kakashi sensei shocks him a little.

Soon, green illuminates around him, and Naruto heads back, Kakashi sensei’s back strong against him. The crowd greets him, but he moves in a daze.

“Naruto!” Sakura’s voice breaks through the loud rushing in his ears, and he looks to see a smile on her face.

Hope ignites itself like a wildfire in his chest, and the tears flow earnest but he’s running, running to you and there you are. Hooked up and in a coma but not dead, not dead and you’re breathing. Naruto rushes to your side, grabbing your hand, as his body shakes with the force of his sobs.

Tsunade walks into the tent, and explains. How she gave Jiraiya the order, how Nagato’s gift helped them push you into a safe zone.

“However, Naruto, no one can access her mind. We don’t know when she’ll wake up.”

Naruto feels his heart break, but the rise and fall of your chest allows him some room to breathe. Then, Sakura comes and explains the rest.

“She, she’s accessed colossal levels of chakra, and we thought that she wouldn’t survive with none moving through her pathways.” Sakura move along the bed, checking your pulse.

“With the sheer amount she’s used, they’ve been blown open. However, during her comatose state, Kakashi sensei had been doing chakra therapy with Tsunade-sama.” He feels a sense of gratitude wash over him, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever repay them.

“Her chakra reserves should be able to sustain her when she wakes, and her pathways should shrink enough for her to maintain mobility. We’ll have to teach her chakra control, when she wakes.”She finishes her assessment and leaves the room after giving Naruto a little pat on the back.

He finds her kind for using when and not if.

Days pass, and almost every time, after his shift of working to rebuild the shinobi sector, Naruto spends the rest of his time with you. Speaking to you while holding your hand, kissing your forehead, he’s there all the time. Tsunade reassured him, shows the scans of your brain, which indicate increased energy.

“Even though she burned through all the seals while fighting, she has to get through the mental block. Thankfully, Jiraiya was able to remove all seals from her body, but she’ll have to finish this on her own.” Tsunade gets a far away look in her eye, “finish this just the way she started it.”

And so he whispers encouraged words to you, telling you about the new taijutsu he’s learning, hoping it’d help if you were fighting. But the week moves with its feet dragging through the ground.

It was night when you woke up.

There was an angel on your bed.

Your mind had shattered itself but you’d pulled it back together, his words echoing through the chaos as you built yourself up again. You’d rather not remember it again.

He looked divine, holding your hand and moonlight painted the most gentlest of halos on his head. How blessed you were to see him first when you opened your eyes.

Your voice fought its way through your throat.

“Naruto?”

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

@kissyhalik @the-holy-trinity-I @lennyleoo

Bold means I can’t tag you for some reason.

Ｓｅｃｒｅｔ Ｌａｄｙ

⇝ 𝘎𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘍!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Temari was nervous. She’s been in the kitchen with her brothers, preparing to meet Gaara’s girlfriend. Lord, his girlfriend. Her youngest brother, her Kazakage, has had someone for years. Years, and he brings her home now. Which he might be late to pick up if he doesn’t leave.

“Gaara, get out of my kitchen right now!”

Kankuro flinches but continues to bring the dishes out onto the table. Gaara looks at her with confused eyes, before looking at a clock. Sand rushes around him, grabbing the bouquet on the counter before he leaves in a flurry. As she sets the table for four, Temari can’t help but think of when she learned about his girlfriend. All because they had been a little bold. She closed her eyes for a second, thinking about seeing the hickeys on her brother’s neck, another bundle of flowers in his hands yesterday.

“Gaara.”

A bit of prying later, she’s sitting on the couch, her head in her hands. 

“How long have you been dating her again?”

“…About two years.”

“Two years?”

“Yes.”

She looks up at him, and his face shows a bit of his fear. Good, because she feels slightly homicidal, but the shock overpowers that feeling for now.

“And never once, not once, did you think you should bring her to meet your family?”

Gaara looks to Kankuro, but his older brother takes one glance in Temari’s direction before he raises his hands in a surrendering gesture.

“I’ll bring her tomorrow.”

So, here Temari was. Ready to see if this person was a good fit for her brother. A knock on the door, and she moves with Kankuro to open it.The first thought she has is you’re pretty. The second is that her brother looks at her as if she’s the best thing in the world. 

Well then.

Temari hugs you and accepts the gift you offer before ushering everyone to the table. Gaara and you sit towards her and Kankuro. She can’t miss the way you look at Gaara either. Pure love and happiness. The conversation starts, bringing up how you guys met, how you had to ask Gaara out because he just wouldn’t, and so much more.

She noticed that Gaara smiled more this evening than he had this entire month. 

As the night progresses, Temari grows more satisfied. You’re polite, and make up for all of Gaara’s flaws while he makes up for your’s. You complement each other perfectly. One glance in Kankuro’s direction, and he agrees. 

Soon, it’s time for you to leave. You hug Temari and shake Kankuro’s hand, and then Gaara whisks you away.

“I like her.” 

Kankuro says as they move the dishes out of the way.

“I agree. They’re good for each other.”

And when Gaara walks through the door again, slight blush adorning his face and head up in the clouds, Temari can’t help but smile even as she smacks his head.

“Idiotic imbecile.”

But she ruffles his hair as Kankuro wraps a arm around Gaara.

“At least, she makes you happy, right?” She asks as she lightly touches his tattoo.

Gaara tangle his fingers with hers and presses them against the tattoo.

“Yes.”

“Good.” then she smirks in his direction with Kanuro as they move their youngest to the couch, “Now let us give you some tips.”

The mortification on his face was worth it. 

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Ｋｉｓｓ Ｍｅ Ｔｉｌｌ Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ Ｄｒｕｎｋ

⇝ 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

You were smiling at him. He was over at your house, and after a few snacks, you had taken him to your bedroom to play some games.

"We won!" you exclaim as you tackle him in a hug. Kenma hums in reply.

There was a literal fire burning in your eyes as you queued up another game, "Let's play another one,"

After many games though, he felt himself getting a bit frustrated. You weren't giving him much attention. He smirks as he leans back and vows to win this round. Hours had passed by, and the house was asleep, you guys being the exception.

He was getting a little bored.

The end card shows up once more, and you whirl to face him, raising your hand up for a high five. He looks at your hand, then at your face. He raises his hand just a little bit.

"Kenma..." you whine, but as he thought, you shuffle forward to reach his hand.

"Sorry, I'm feeling a bit lazy," he replies.

As you reach his hand, he grabs it and yanks. You let out a startled gasp and fall onto his chest. He presses a few buttons on his controller before the game shuts off.

The both of you shift until you're sitting between his knees, facing him, pouting. Absentmindedly, his hands go to your hips, slipping under your sleeping shirt to trace small circles on your skin.

"We had a streak! What's wrong Ken-" You stop mid-sentence as he leans forward, placing his forehead on yours. Moonlight streams through your window, and you look up at him. He thinks you look very pretty. Kenma says as much, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

He feels you huff in annoyance, but you don’t push him away. He pulls you closer, kissing your cheeks before backing up just enough to kiss the tip of your nose.

He smiles as your pout melts away.

But he notices the way your eyes flicker down to his lips.

“You want something?” He knows he’s being a little mean, but he justifies it with the goosebumps that rise under his finger tips.

Kenma chuckles before grabbing and kissing you. Your hands fly to his shirt, and he looks at you through hooded eyes. You kiss him back, and he can’t help to smirk at how flustered you get.

Breaking the kiss, you turn away and lay down on the bed. He can’t help but think you look a little drunk. Coming up behind you, he balances himself on his hands as he kisses your neck.

“G-go to sleep, Kenma” You say as you turn to push him down.

He pouts in return, but you’re already pulling the covers up and snuggling into him. Kenma kisses you again before finally grabbing you and closing his eyes.

The last thing he sees is you smiling at him.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

hello darling i see that you write for haikyuu

would i possibly be able to request something fluffy for kenma? could be anything really just need some content for him 🫶

Hello love! Thank you sooo much for the ask. I love writing for him. And you’re right, there is not enough kenma content. Anyways, I’m so so so sorry that it took me this long to get to your request.

Your ask is now posted! Kiss me till you’re drunk! Have fun reading, and just ask if you want anything changed!

-SuriKi

𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘯𝘬 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴

⇝ 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Your breath ruffles his hair as you huff in frustration.

“Get off.”

Suguru just rubs his nose into your thighs, sighing contently, “Why? I’m not moving. Your lap is comfortable.”

It was a sunny day, and you had gone outside to read a book underneath the tree on the far side of field. Obvisouly, he was going to follow. So, here he was, head nestled on your lap, eyes shut as the wind blows the leaves above.

Your hands play with his hair, gentle like water as they undo his hairstyle. He looks up at you through hooded eyes, making a sound of inquiry. The look in your eyes make him pause. You were looking at him as if-

“I’m going to kiss you,” he raises an eyebrow at your statement. “Not now. You look too handsome to be ruined.”

There’s a burning in his face as his hair tumbles across your thighs as you rake your hands through them. 

“Your hair looks like ink spilled in the sky,” you say as you pick up a piece and kiss it, never breaking eye contact, “You glow like the moon.” 

And with a start, he realizes you were trying to fluster him. Fine.

He shuffles until his mouth is right against your thigh and kisses it. Suguru listens to your sharp breath and how your hands stutter in his hair.

Moving up, he kisses your waistband while looking up at you. 

“You could only ruin me if you left,” he says as his hands creep up your legs and sneak under your shirt, tracing his name into your skin over and over. Suguru smirks at you when you realize what he’s writing. God, he was so in love with you.

He needs to kiss you. But, you’ll have to work for it.

Sitting up, he gets close enough for his lips to hover over your’s. He stops smiling, staring as if he is going to eat you alive.

You strain your neck to kiss him. He pushes you down by your hips. You pout, but try again.

“Behave.”

He kisses the corner of your eyes, then your nose, then the corner of your lips. He keeps his hands on your hips, but relishes in the way your hands are over his shoulder, grabbing his hair.

“You want me to kiss you?” He smirks against the skin of your cheek. You nod, then move to kiss him. He pulls back. You let out a breathy laugh, face flushed and he can’t. You just always steal his breath. 

He pulls you sharply and then kisses you. You pull him closer, and he smiles into the kiss. Pulling back just enough, he kisses your jaw but doesn’t let you kiss him again. He just smirks at you, drinking in the way you were looking flustered at him, the way you chased his lips.

He lays his head into your lap again. 

“Keep reading. I’m going to relax."

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥?

𝘔𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

He won’t lie, he likes you clingy. However, you hadn’t been spending much time with him. Megumi knew that you would be free today. So a scary movie it was. He needed an excuse.

He had called you over and had the movie playing. Your hands were gripping his, knuckles white, and you had them pulled in front of your face. He smiled a little when he realized you were still peeking through them.

“You scared?”

He was being a little mean. He knows you know, as if the quick glare you sent him didn’t speak volumes. Freeing his hands from your death grip, he throws one arm around you. Within a second, your hands were gripping his again, and he couldn’t help but laugh right against your ear, breathy and deep.

When he feels you shiver against him, Megumi has a feeling that the jump-scare on the screen wasn’t the reason.

A few moments pass, and his head is propped up against the wall. During the dialogue scene, you glance over at him.

“Aren’t you scared?”

His eyes slid over to meet your’s. “Hm?”

You huff a little in frustration at his face. “You have no expression on your face. I’m feeling a little silly over here.”

Megumi pulls you closer to him, and your dogs bound onto the bed. Scratching them behind their ears, you continue, “They have more feeling on their face than you.”

Megumi listens quietly, snuggling his face against your neck. The movie continues, and during the next jump-scare, he kisses your neck from behind, effectively distracting you.

Your pulse thunders right against his lips as he feels you tighten your hands around his. As the movie ends, he rubs your shoulders, massaging the tension and fear away slowly.

Once you’ve relaxed against him, he kisses your hair, your neck, your shoulders. He doesn’t notice you and the dogs getting ready to pounce him.

“Rah!” You turn in his arms, throwing your weight against him as the dogs tackle him from the sides. He laughs, falling, as all three of you pepper his face with kisses.

After calming down, he opens his eyes and looks at you. Your hands are holding his face, and he knows there’s a flush in his cheeks as your thumbs graze it.

“There we go. Much better.”

Pulling you to lay down on him, he sighs. With you hugging him tightly, he knows you’re gonna spend the night because you’re scared. You’re clingy.

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Im so sorry for being so inconsistent. Im drowning in work and im trying very hard to catch up there. I promise I’ll get to all the requests and become more consistent!!!

But as smth to look forward to:

Thank you all for understanding and supporting me 🤗🤗🤗