Kina

ShikaNaru Nara Fixation

(For the poor and needy)

It had started as a passing curiosity, Shikamaru thinks.

When he'd seen the scar cleaving its way up Naruto's calf, disappearing under the garish orange fabric of his bunched up sweatpants, he'd only idly wondered how far up it went at the time. If it stopped above the knee or went higher, curving around the muscle of his thigh, digging into the bone of his hip.

It was so pale against his tanned skin, this stark white lightning bolt that looked deep enough that it would've impaired anyone else for life. Naruto's fortitude was likely the only thing that had saved him from having to retire as a shinobi entirely, with his immense pool of chakra and tendency to heal like a young plant growing towards the sun.

Seeing it wasn't supposed to turn into this. He'd only gotten a glimpse of it before Naruto had flipped himself to his feet, pant leg falling to obscure the old injury once more. A scar like that is nothing of consequence in the shinobi world. It's a given that a lifestyle like this will break you down— not a matter of if, but of when.

The fixation forms the same way a worm wriggles its way into an apple. Slowly, but no less sure of its goal to make it to the center. Shikamaru had been teetering on some unspoken edge since Naruto got back from training with Jiraiya, and perilously, it seemed this was what had tipped him over.

Would the scar be rough, or smooth and shiny like some old wounds got? Did it diverge from its straight path, twining its way elsewhere as evidence of an attempt to dodge? How did it look when Naruto's leg muscles tensed? When he crouched, ready to propel himself up into the branches of Konoha's towering trees?

It's a stupid thing to want to know, but Shikamaru does. Only slightly at first, and then with a growing fervency every time his dark eyes meet starry blue. Naruto has always seemed impervious to permanent harm, has always bounced back so readily from every challenge thrown his way.

To think something could truly mark him made that heavy thing in Shikamaru's chest finally blink itself awake and turn its head. Lazily, it seemed to genuinely consider what it saw— the bright supernova that is Naruto Uzumaki, and the one injury that'd managed to stick.

Every time Naruto laughs, Shikamaru imagines sliding his hand up that scar. Using it as a guide, following it like a law. The most contact he and Naruto have ever had have been friendly bumps of the shoulder and brief touches during assignments at the academy, but what if Shikamaru touched him... more?

What if Naruto let him?

"I thought your tailed roommate handled the permanent stuff." Shikamaru's with him again. He seems to find himself with Naruto a lot lately, drifting closer like a moth to a flame. "That scar on your leg, I mean."

"Oh, that? I think it was a bit too gnarly for even him to handle, believe it." Naruto laughed embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his neck with a bashfulness that made his cheeks go a pleasant pink. "It's a lot longer than it looks! The guy got me good!"

More questions than answers, and really, it's all one great, big drag. There's no point to this. There's no conceivable reason Shikamaru should be so latched onto this one, painstaking detail about Konoha's brightest dressed shinobi.

Yet, his fingers itch to touch. He wants to ask a million questions and get detailed answers to every single one. He wants to see it, feel it, maybe even taste it if Naruto would let him. He wants to bend Naruto in every possible way, just to see how it warps.

"How long is long?" Shikamaru asks as casually as he can muster, gaze locked on the smooth hollow of Naruto's throat. "Coming from you, that could honestly mean anything."

"I'm choosing to be the bigger person here and not to take offense to that, so. You're welcome." Naruto side-eyed him. Shikamaru's favorite color might be blue. "And I mean far, dude. Kinda up and across, all the way to my shoulder. It took forever to stop hurting when it finally closed."

Shikamaru's tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Naruto looked golden in the sun, like the second coming of a lost god nobody could remember the name of. He was so determined, yet someone had caught him unaware. For as fast and versatile as he was, even he had been subject to a close call.

To think something had almost taken him away made something cold shiver down Shikamaru's spine. It made him want to see it even more, made him want to understand. Made him want to—

"Can I see it?" Shikamaru blurted out. When Naruto's head tilted, Shikamaru couldn't stop himself from clarifying. "The scar. Can I see it?"

It's just the two of them out here. It's been just the two of them for a while now, paired together on missions more often than not. Naruto has grown, no longer the loud, all-bark-no-bite boy from the academy. He's become something far greater, a person Shikamaru knows will rise to unimaginable heights.

The thing inside him wants to be right there with him. It wants to claw its way up after him just so it can bask in the warmth he exudes. Shikamaru craves it with a ferocity that scares him, as though having a single taste is all it's taken to get him addicted.

Naruto is amazing. His kindness, his inherent goodness is so rare that Shikamaru feels in constant awe of it. To think such a person can exist. To think he'd have the privilege of being with him.

"The scar?" Naruto asked cluelessly. If he found it weird, he didn't show it. "If you really want to. It's kind of more embarrassing than anything else."

He shucks his shirt off before Shikamaru can say much else, and there it is. The very roadmap Shikamaru had known it would be, and every inch as horrifying as he'd feared.

It's not even an inch from his heart, far thicker where it cuts down his chest and across his abdomen. It had started at his left shoulder, and Shikamaru can envision the exact way Naruto must have turned for it to slide across him and down his leg the way it had.

It was too thick to have been any kind of blade, jagged at the edges and much too large. It had healed beautifully on Naruto, looking like the rippling foam of a wave crashing to shore. It shifted when he did, highlighting the lean plane of his stomach. It disappeared beneath his waistband in a way that made him shiver.

Shikamaru stares at it, unblinking. He wants to touch it. He needs to touch it. He needs to memorize it from end to end, to burn it into his head so it can never leave.

"Pretty ugly, right?" Naruto splayed a hand over it. Shikamaru watched the paleness of it gently cave slightly under the press of his fingers. "It definitely won't give me any luck with the ladies."

"Don't worry." Shikamaru's fingers burn. His tongue does too. "I don't think you'll need to worry about that."

Like I want Shikamaru to be insanely motivated to learn his clan's jutsu bc he is a freaky MF with so many ideas of what he wants to be able to do to Naruto

Like I want him being known as a someone groundbreaking, who takes their clan jutsu to new levels, who has his applications of it lauded publicly, only for the one reason he's actually doing all that being that he is one horny fucker who spends so much time daydreaming about how he's going to pleasure Naruto

He realized that there are shadows inside of Naruto that he’s never controlled before and goes about correcting that immediately

A Nara has never been so motivated

Okay guys I do have an unposted Shikamaru fic in my drafts but let's be so fr right now, it's sort of a copy-paste of A World Without You, as many of my fics are. Idk let me know what you think of this premise:

-The world ends. Shocker. I know, you guys never saw that coming from me.

-They time travel, only when they do it, they end up in their past bodies (I have two versions-- one where they're sixteen, one where they're twelve post travel)

-Shikamaru is full in the Nara Fixation-- if you don't know what this trope is, basically Nara's have a "fixation" that they dedicate their lives to and obsess over. Maybe it's gardening, maybe it's shoji, maybe it's puppies. In Shikamaru's case, it's Naruto.

-Honestly, they fuck more up than they fix. They're also very, very bad at keeping their time traveling a secret. Naruto and Kurama being friends doesn't help. Naruto just ripping his own seal off as soon as he's in the past also doesn't help.

-Shikamaru is Whipped, capital W intended. He just does anything Naruto says, at any given time, and he needs to explanation.

-Shikamaru does in fact follow Naruto everywhere. He does not care that he's really not supposed to. He doesn't care if he technically will lose his headband if he keeps skipping out on team trainings and meetings.

-Shikamaru thinks Naruto is in love with Sasuke. Naruto is 100% under the assumption that he and Shikamaru have been dating for the past year or so, and that Shikamaru has just been too shy to make any moves. Thus, he's been waiting until Shikamaru "feels comfortable enough to make the first move."

-Like Naruto, baby, he wants to eat you alive.

THIS IS MY TYPE OF SHIKA EVERYONE.

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I actually giggled when I drew this and for the life of me I can't draw it digitally and clean it (I like this better, and... I suck drawing everything especially hands and err... anatomy) I don't wanna ruin that juicy biceps of Hinata 🥴.

But, this year genderbend naruhina has been plaguing my mind whenever it can.

So I'm just drawing for fun (like doodling some Naruhina au whether it be Canon or genderbend) and then boogsh. Another genderbend Naruhina Hybrid AU (Highschool scenario) strikes me again! Obviously, Naruko is a one tailed hybrid fox but she is secretly the actual legendary nine-tailed fox hybrid (it was passed down to her or sumn). She's a troublemaker in her school and she belongs to the predator class, where all of the other hybrid animals known to prey on other poor animals are grouped together in a class. Her nine tails only appear if she's having emotional turmoil or something serious, for example uncontrollable anger, jealousy, possessiveness, or when she's experiencing her heat. Then Hinata (I kept his female name because it's cute for me when Naruko calls him Hinata ^^), he's the usual bunny hybrid. In this, he has glasses to have this sort of nerdy feeling (he doesn't wear them outside the school tho lol). Opposite to Naruko, he belongs to the Prey Class where most of the students avoid getting in the Predator's way whenever they can. It's a mystery as to why a fox and a bunny got together. Oh, and I think Hinata being a class president would suit him much despite his meekness. Since he's gentle and kind, his class would like his calm demeanor, soothing them away from those ferocious predators down the hallways.

So as I drew them separately, I thought most would think that Naruko would dominate Hinata since she's the predator and she's a sly fox. However, I don't think so! Hehe, here comes my favorite part!

In the drawing, we can see Hinata being all possessive of Naruko since he's on his rut at that time. He was so drunk off her that the need to protect her and his hidden possessiveness came through, shocking Naruko (she likes it so much and thinks it's so freaking hot, like girl same) Usually in their lovemaking, Hinata would be a loott gentler, like he's gonna ask her if it hurts, would totally rub her back in circles and voice out gentle encouragement as Naruko take his length inside her. He's not gonna thrust so hard, he's so fluffy and their sex is so freaking vanilla. I even see Hinata making a breakfast in bed kinda thingy after that night because he knew Naruko was freaking tired after that plenty of rounds last night (he might start off gentle but who knows he might turn rough as the night goes on 👀) That's so freaking cute to me. But when Hinata's on his ruts, he's unstoppable, he has this gaze that makes Naruko's legs wobble. Like he's gonna eat her whole, metaphorically. He's gonna say things such as, "You're only mine, Naruko." without the nickname because I think that's hot and sexier. Like Naruko's the only thing on his mind at that time. For sure he's gonna bite every skin he can reach, marking her and making Naruko his only. He'll be more chatty, teasing Naruko and babbling that he's the only one who can see her come undone like this. That this side of her is only for him, and he loves her so much. Things like that, and when he's back to himself again he's so embarrassed to remember how he acted like that but Naruko wasn't having it. She wants Hinata to be as honest to her as his rut self. He can be rough with her and she's not gonna mind it, besides she's not that fragile. He's not gonna hurt her or whatsoever. She admits it, despite blushing that she likes this rough side of him.

Ugh then they both blush because genderbend or not, they're still such dorks that love each other and that's the most important of all!

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