Being Shikamaru's little sister has always been a drag.
Everytime I would walk in the village, there would always be villagers asking how Shikamaru is, how his mission is going and telling me that I'm so lucky to be Shikamaru's sister.
There are some days where I don't feel that way.
People always call me "Shikamaru's little sister" and not by my name, not by my identity.
The only person who would really acknowledge me for me is my brother's best friend, Naruto Uzumaki.
I remember the first I met Naruto, we were picking up Shikamaru from the academy, Naruto by his side.
I had heard my mum and dad talk about him, how he was rejected by the entire village when he lost his parents because he had something bad inside of him and no one wanted to approach him, he was always alone, on the swings, staring at the other kids with his parents.
I had always felt bad seeing him like this but remembering what my parents had said, I was scared of him and didn't want to go near him.
We were having dinner one night and Shikamaru asks dad:
"Dad, I don't understand why no one wants to play with Naruto, he seems like fun, even if he's a bit dumb in class sometimes. Why does everyone avoid him like the plague ? Did he do something wrong ?"
I remember my father looking at my mother, she nods her head:
"Tell me Shikamaru, what do you think about Naruto ?" my dad asks
Shikamaru rubs his chin with his hand:
"Well, I never really thought about it before... he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer but he's pretty funny. I don't think we'll ever be buddies or anything like that but it's not like I want to avoid him"
"Then don't. Do whatever you want to do, treat him however you want, don't listen to the others, do what you want to do" my dad replies
Shikamaru shakes his head, his focus on the plate in front of him.
My eyebrows furrow, wondering why my parents would let him be friends with Naruto, knowing that there is something bad inside of him but I was too young to understand at the time.
When Shikamaru introduced us, Naruto had the biggest smile I had ever seen on someone's face.
His eyes were bright, full of kindness and fun, it didn't seem like something bad was inside of him when I met him.
Throughout the years, Naruto became a part of the Nara family, Shikamaru and him being like brothers, my parents treating him like their son but something was different with the way he was with me.
He treated me like his little sister but he didn't treat me like Shikamaru's little sister.
He knew in some way that I had my own identity and never said that I was "Shikamaru's little sister" when he talked about me, he would always call me by my name and that made the difference, for once I felt like myself with someone and not hiding behind my brother's shadow.
With time, Naruto and I grew closer, we would sometimes hang out together just the two of us as he would talk to me about his missions.
As the years went by, I realized that I didn't feel for Naruto what I felt for my brother.
There were moments where I would despise my brother with his nonchalant kind of way, barely making any effort to get to where he is now because he has an IQ superior to everyone else and need I say more ?
But with Naruto, everytime I would be around him, he would take interest in me, in my studies, he would give me advice when it came to handling an enemy, we woudl laugh together, create a real bond.
Whenever I'm near him, I feel at peace but I also feel my heart racing like crazy, worried that I would do or say something stupid in front of him, always wondering what he thought of me, how he saw me.
It has been two years now that he has left for his training with Jiraiya and I miss him deeply.
His laughter, his voice, his smile, I miss everything about him.
Since he has left, I have graduated from the academy and become a shinobi, since he left, I have been on a few missions, wondering if I would ever see him again, wondering if by chance, we would bump into each other, a little bit of hope igniting in me everytime I would leave for a mission but I would always be disappointed.
It was a random day in the village, I was walking around, seeing kids running after each other, reminding me of sweet memories when Shikamaru, Naruto and I would run around the village, they would always try to catch me just to annoy me, sometimes making me cry because I would be fed up.
Shikamaru would always huff when this happened but Naruto, he would apologize and pull me in his arms, rubbing my back to stop me from crying too much.
I smile, watching the memories making me nostalgic and missing Naruto even more, my heart was aching just thinking about him.
I keep walking towards Ino's flower shop, the smell of the flowers filling my nose sweetly:
"Hey Ino !"
"Well, well, if it isn't Shika's little sister ? How are you ?" she says amusingly
I frown hearing her say that, pulling my tongue out at her as she laughs:
"I'm good, just popping by to say hi and I have to admit, the smell of the flowers dragged me in here" I answer, smelling the flowers.
I see Ino move from behind the counter, looking around the different flowers.
I look around, my back facing her when I hear her say:
"Your favorites are tulips right ?" she asks
"Yep, pink ones to be precise"
I turn around to find her with a small tulip in her hand:
"It looks just like you, it's going to bloom soon and I know that you're on the right path"
I smile, taking the flower out of her hand:
"Thank you" I smile at her, her long hair cascading her shoulders as she heads back to the counter
I head back to the entrance of the shop when I hear a loud bang in the back room:
"Oh no, the wind must have knocked some stuff around" she justifies, blushing, her eyes looking at the back room then me.
I look at her quizzically but then thinking nothing from it, I turn around and smile as I close the door, holding the tulip close to me while I walk around the village again...
Ino's POV:
I smile stupidly as she closes the door, worried that I got caught:
"Naruto, you idiot, you almost ruined the surprise" I say, slapping him on the head
"Hey, it's not my fault that it's dark in there and that I couldn't see anything and unfortunately bumped into some flowers" he shakes his head, rubbing the spot where I hit him
"Did you hear her ? Pink tulips are her favorite, I'll get a bouquet ready for you" I reply, shaking my head as I choose the tulips to compose the bouquet:
"Thanks for helping me out Ino, I don't know what I would have done without you"
"You can thank me later you idiot, an idiot in love. When did you realize that you loved her more than a friend ?"
Naruto looks up, his hand rubbing his chin:
"Well I kind of already knew, ya know. I always knew that she was special, whenever we would be just the two of us, I would feel selfish because I loved having her only for me. She would always be there when I came back from a mission, whenever I'm with her, I feel at peace, as if we're the only two people on earth. I really realized it when I left, it was like a part of me stayed behind and I know that that part of me is her and it'll always be her. I missed her like crazy while I was training, I thought about her everyday, she's the reason that I kept going on my training, just thinking about her made me stronger and that's when I realized that I truly love her. It kills me knowing that I was so close to being near her but I want to do this properly, I already asked Shikamaru is he was okay with it but I want to do things properly"
I watch him intently as he keeps talking, his eyes filled with stars, his hands moving around as he speaks, I knew that it was sincere.
I stand close to him and hand him the bouquet.
He reaches in his pocket but I shake my head:
"You break her heart, I'll break your skull, got it ?"
He shakes his head quickly with a stupid smile and runs out of the shop, screaming:
"Thanks Ino, I owe you one !"
I head back to the house, the sun setting on our village, the faces of the hokages fading as the light goes out.
I start taking my shoes off in front of the entrance of the house when the door opens, Shikamaru staring at me:
"Don't take your shoes off, let's go for a walk" he says
"But I already went out for a walk and since when do you want to hang out with me, I thought I was your dumb little sister" I answer
"Don't be a drag and just come with me or I'll drag you out of the house"
I sigh, putting my shoes back on, wondering what Shikamaru has up his sleeve.
I hope it's not a stupid joke again.
We walk around in silence as he leads me through the village, my mind racing, wondering why he's doing this or what he wants.
We walk up the hill, Shikamaru in front me, as usual, always hiding behind my brother's shadow:
"Shika, I don't know why you're doing this, considering that you..." my breath hitches, my mouth opens and my eyes fill up with tears when they land on him. Naruto, with pink tulips and a picnic...
WAIT NARUTO ?!
Completely stunned, I smile widely, tears streaming down my face, I see him, smiling at me, tulips in his hands and shaking his head:
"Surprise"
His voice gets me out of my transe.
I run straight to him, his arms wide open.
I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he holds me, his hands on the small of my back.
"I'm sorry I hid this from you, I was dying to see you" he whispers in my ear, his voice slightly
I lift my head to look at him, at his beautiful blue eyes, his face, everything:
"I don't care, you're home, that's all that matters, thank goodness you're okay" I whisper, my forehead pressed against his.
I get off him, realizing that Shikamaru is probably still behind me.
I turn around and see him smiling...
WAIT, SHIKAMARU IS SMILING ?!
"I always knew that you two would get together" he shakes his head as I feel heat creeping up my cheeks, I look at Naruto, his hand rubbing his neck while the other is still holding the bouquet:
"Aren't you forgetting something ?" Shikamaru's eyes widen, staring at Naruto.
Naruto looks at Shikamaru quizzically until he looks at the bouquet.
He grins, a stupid laugh coming out of him.
He turns to me and says:
"These are for you"
"That's so weird, Ino has the same tulips at the shop and how did you know..."
I put two and two together, looking at Naruto with a sly smile:
"It wasn't the wind that knocked down the other flowers in the back room was it ?"
Naruto starts laughing shyly, his hand reaching the back of his neck:
"It might have been me..."
I shake my head as I laugh.
He grabs my arms and faces me:
"Listen, I need to say this because if I have to leave again for this long, it'll kill me if I don't say it, I love you, not I love you but I'm in love with you. I always knew that deep down I had feelings for you but these two years without you were so hard, I couldn't even contact you because it was intense training and nobody was supposed to know where I was but it killed me not seeing you everyday, not seeing your beautiful face, your eyes that shine everytime I look at you, your blinding smile, your infectious laughter, it killed me. I love you, I'm so completely in love with you..."
Tears of joy fill my eyes as he keeps talking, his hand on my face, his thulmb rubbing my cheek during his confession.
I couldn't hold back anymore, it felt like I was losing all ability to breathe.
I grab my courage and pull his face closer to mine, our lips melting together, creating a perfect mix...
"I have always been yours Naruto, no matter what happens, I have and I will always be yours..."
He grins once more, his eyes never leaving mine as we hold each other watching the sunset...
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My relationship with Kakashi is somewhat peculiar: we are friends who have seen each other naked, can't be any clearer than that.
It all started when we met each other at school, at the small age of 6, when we were young and innoncent, our only goal being to pass our examens, become shinobis and start having our own missions.
Throughout the years, Kakashi and I grew closer together, he was always my partner in crime.
Most of the time, I would be the one stirring up trouble and he would try to convince me out of it.
He would be able to convince me out of it but when he couldn't, he would watch the trouble unravel, it would end up with me running around Konoha being followed by shinobis trying to catch me, he would always have his nose in a book, looking up whenever he would hear me scream, running away from the adults, his eyes showing that he was right and that I should have listened to him.
When we turned thirteen, we were out of school and started our missions, they started out as very low ranked missions, like saving a cat from a tree or helping the elderly but with time, they got harder.
On my 16th birthday, we were on a mission, looking for a very powerful shinobi who wanted to destroy Konoha, Kakashi and I being partnered up with other old classmates of ours.
After a long day, the team decided to turn in, Kakashi and I staying together around the campfire, his nose in a book, my eyes staring at the stars.
I start dozing off when I feel his hand on my head, my eyes opening only to find Kakashi with a flower in his hand:
"I know I usually have a better gift for you but this is the only thing that I could find that is as pretty as you"
My eyes widen at his compliment, wondering if I had heard him correctly.
I sit up, staring at him, the flower still in his hand.
I look into his eyes and see something different in the way he looks at me.
I raise my hand and take the flower out of his hand, our fingers intertwining, our breaths getting heavier by the minute:
"I have another gift for you but you have to be okay with me giving it to you and you have to close your eyes"
I shake my head hesitantly, our fingers laced together as I close my eyes, my breath hitches each second that passes until I feel something on my lips, something moving, something connecting itself to my mouth, something soft, something sweet, something needy, as if the moment lasted for an eternity.
I feel his hand on my face, his fingers grazing my skin as it moves to my hair, putting the strands behind my ear, our lips melting into each other as if they were puzzle pieces that found each other.
He lets go of me, his hand still in my hair, his fingers playing with mine as I wrap my head around what just happened: Kakashi being my first kiss.
"Is this okay ?" he asks gently, his eye staring into me deeply, as if he was trying to reach my soul with his beautiful gaze. I shake my head, smiling at him to reassure him that everything is okay.
I put my hand on his face, his eye closing when my hand touches his sweaty skin, his head resting in my hand.
He opens his eye and put his forehead against mine, he slowly pulls down his mask, I feel his breath near me, our breaths mixing, our noses rubbing against each other.
I take a deep breath and pull him closer to me, our lips touching again, the sweet taste of his lips.
He pulls me on top of him, his hand on my hip and the other on my face while my hand is on his face and the other one on his chest, our bodies melting, becoming one.
Since then, Kakashi is the only person I have ever slept with and it has been the same for him.
In front of other people, we would just be friends, buddies, pals, we would hide behind closed doors, keeping our secret to ourselves, having our own bubble.
Whenever one of us would come back from a mission, once we had given our report to the Hokage, he would head straight to my place or I would go straight to his place and we would always end up in a bed, naked, our bodies stuck together, covered in sweat, his lips on my forehead, my hand tracing the outline of his chest as we would talk about the mission one or the other had but then, it all changed...
I left for a mission, quite a dangerous mission, I had to protect the Hokage as she traveled to Suna to meet the Kazekage.
During that mission, things got extremely out of hand, a lot of criminels wanted the Hokage dead.
I was almost part of the people that were supposed to die but thank goodness, another team had followed us, that team being Kakashi's team.
The last thing I remember was seeing Kakashi's face, his eyes especially, he seemed so worried, almost terrified, that's the last thing I remember before I passed out.
I wake up with pains in my chest, grunting from the pain, bright lights hurting my eyes.
I was about to sit up when I felt a weight on my arm.Âľ
I turn my head to find Kakashi, his head on the hospital bed, my hand interlaced in mine, his fluffy hair grazing my skin.
I smile softly, my heart fluttering.
I lift my arm and touch his head, my chest hurting from the mouvement but I couldn't care less about the pain.
I feel him shift, his eye slowly opeing when he sees me awake, he jumps out of the chair, his hands grabbing my face as he kisses me, his lips kissing mine softly even though I know he's holding back, worried that he would hurt me.
Taking my breath away, he lets me go, his forehead on mine, he whispers:
"I thought that I had lost you, don't ever do that to me again"
His voice cracks through his voice, his fingers caressing every inch of my face, tears rolling down mine as I chuckle:
"You're not getting rid of me that easily" I say with a tone of humour, his face relaxing under my fingers
A couple of days later, I'm able to leave the hospital, with crutches unfortunately but that's the risk of the job.
I leave the hospital, Kakashi by my side carrying my essentials.
We start walking back to my place when he says:
"The gang wanted to see you so I planned a small get together at your place tonight, don't worry, I will take care of everything"
"Kakashi Hatake, you are my hero, you know that ?" I answer with a smile, walking at a slow pace
Remembering that we are in the outside world now, I keep my distances from Kakashi, my hand on my crutch and the other one hanging by my side.
Our hands keep grazing each other, how I wish I could hold his hand but I contain myself.
During the way home, the villagers stop to say hello to me, asking me how I'm feeling and wishing me to get better soon.
We continue walking when I feel his fingers in between mine, his thumb grazing my hand as we walk
Stunned, I pretend as if it's normal, yeah it's totally normal to hold his hand in public.
We start heading near Ichiraku Ramen, I see familiar faces: Asuma, Guy and Kurenai around bols of ramen.
I look at Kakashi, he keeps my hand in his, his feet going to the others, I follow him:
"Hey guys, we were so worried about you, we came to see you a couple of times but you were asleep and we didn't..."
"I KNEW IT" Asuma yells, his eyes on Kakashi and I
"I knew that something was going on between the two do you !"
"What are you talking about Asuma, they're only friends, I don't know how you... WAIT WHAT ?!" Guy adds, his head going from kakashi to me.
I start blushing, my hand holding Kakashi's tighter, I purse my lips together, trying not to laugh because of Guy's reaction:
"Guy, you owe me a bowl of ramen" Asuma replies, laughing as he shakes his head.
contains: brotherâs best friend gojo, protective older brother geto, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), unprotected sex, slightly mean gojo (but he ends up soft and sweet, I promise), dirty talk, overstimulation, mutual pining, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), cheesy and happy ending <3
summary: satoru had promised suguru that there'd be no funny business while he takes care of his heartbroken baby sister... but he's never been the greatest at keeping promises.
âStop being so mean to her, Satoru.â Satoru looks over at his best friend, who's clicking his tongue in disapproval, with a nonchalant grin.
âNot my fault sheâs such a crybaby, Suguru.â
âCome on.â Suguru shoots him a warning look. âThatâs my little sister you're talking about.â
âHey, hey,â Satoru laughs, raising his hands in mock defense. âYou gotta teach her how to grow thicker skin. Not my problem.â
âEvery time you come over, she ends up crying.â The black-haired man sighs. âDonât be a jerk just for one moment, wonât you?â
âMmh, no promises.â Satoru grins. Sue him, heâs simply too addicted to the way your face scrunches up indignantly whenever he teases you, the futile yet endearing clenching of your small fists at your side, and most of all, the uncontrollable blubbers that leave your lips as tears roll down your cheeks.
Years later, youâre still the same. Just a little crybaby coming apart at the seams, completely at Gojo Satoruâs mercy.
-
âS-SatoruâŚâ The high-pitched whine of his name only elicits a laugh from the man between your legs, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.
âBaby, you gotta stop movinâ so much.â Satoruâs large hands grip your thighs, holding them firmly in place as he continues to feast on your dripping pussy. âGotta let me eat you properly.â He punctuates his point with a loud suck on your clit that has you mewling and twitching under his hold.
âT-Too much!â You sob, hands curling into the silky white stands on his head, tugging uselessly. âSâtoo much, S-SatoruâŚâ
âYou wanna take my cock later, princess?â He hums against your cunt, licking a hot stripe up your slit, chuckling as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His gaze lazily travels upwards, greeted with the sight of you nodding furiously as tears stream down your cheeks.
âYes,â you plead with wide, teary eyes. âN-need you.â Satoru smirks.
âThen be a good girl and let me prep you,â he coos, before diving right back between your folds, enjoying the broken sob that leaves your lips as he draws zigzags across your swollen clit.
-
âI really donât understand you,â Suguru bristles, frustration evident by the way his eyebrows furrow as he eyes Satoru.
âHmm?â Satoru looks at him with feigned innocence. âWhatever could you be talking about, dear Suguru?â
âYouâre unbelievable.â He sighs. âThose gifts you bought her⌠theyâre worth almost a million yen. What the hell is wrong with you, really.â
âWell, you told me I made her cry.â The white-haired man shrugged. âI had to make up for it, didnât I?â Suguru squints suspiciously, at a brief loss for words.
â...You are not normal,â he finally scoffs.
âOf course not,â Satoru agrees, unfazed.
âYou canât keep doing this. Youâre gonna end up spoiling her.â
âAnd whatâs so bad about that?â
-
âGimme another one, baby.â Heâs faintly aware that if he makes you cum again, you really might pass out. However, he canât really bring himself to be too concerned about that, not when heâs quickly becoming addicted to the taste of your dripping cunt and cries of pleasure.
âC-Canât, I canât â â You sob, entire body shaking around his mouth; youâre so sensitive.
âYou can,â he insists between hungry slurps, not letting any of your arousal go to waste. âFuckâŚâ Youâre so sweet. Just how did he survive this long without having a taste of you?
âPleaseâŚâ Youâre still shy, trying your best to stifle your cries even as they fall in a steady stream from your trembling lips. Each loud squelch of your sopping pussy still has you cringing a little, not to mention the embarrassment that washes over you every time you catch a glimpse of your juices all over Satoruâs face.
âDonât hold back anymore, sweetheart.â He reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your mouth even as you blubber out a weak protest. âWanna hear you this time, say it loud. Say my name when you cum.â One more combined thrust of his fingers, deep into your hole with a flick of his tongue across your clit has you creaming on his lips for the fourth time.
âS-Satoru!â Youâre unable to control the beautifully loud whine of his name as Satoru greets your orgasm eagerly, savoring every last drop of your release on his tongue.
-
âYou made her cry again.â Suguru says, rolling his eyes as he approaches his best friend at their meeting spot.
âHuh?â Satoru raises a brow. âHavenât even seen her since two weeks ago. Whatâd I do?â
âSheâs sad youâre moving away.â Suguru tuts. âCanât imagine why. Probably because she wonât be able to use you for your wallet anymore.â
âYou implyinâ Iâm just a wallet to her?â Satoru exclaims, a little offended. The black-haired man shoots him a deadpan glare.
âYou know youâre not. But even youâre not enough of an asshole to use that against her.â
âItâs just college,â Satoru muses. âKid thinks I wonât be back for her?â
âIn two years sheâll be going off to college too.â Suguru shrugs. âSheâll get over you.â
âWhat a cruel thing to say.â Satoru laughs it off, ignoring the small flicker of jealousy that flares to life deep in his chest.
-
Satoru watches as your chest heaves up and down, in your effort to try to recover from the multiple orgasms he had just given you. Youâre lying limp on your bed, unable to move save for the periodic twitching of your thighs.
âSorry, princess, was that too much?â Heâs teasing, but thereâs a genuine edge of concern to his voice as he cups your cheek in his hand. You nod, a few tears falling down your face. âAww, forgive me. Youâll forgive me, right?â In response, you tug weakly on his shirt collar, asking him to come closer. He relents, allowing you to drag him down towards you. Satoruâs about to ask what you need, before you suddenly tilt your head upwards to kiss him.
Satoru lets out a small noise of surprise as your soft lips press against his, hesitant at first, but deepening once your fingers find further purchase in his shirt, gripping tightly. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up into his lap.
You kiss him a little clumsily, still boneless from your release but Satoru doesnât mind. Doesnât mind at all, of course, when your lips are so soft against his, and he can swallow every quiet whimper that escapes you.
âSatoruâŚâ Your voice is raspy and small, but your eyes are wild as you cling helplessly to him. âA-Am⌠Am I ready yet?â His jaw goes slack in awe at the adorable, troubled expression on your face. Your lips are swollen into a permanent pout now as you look up at him with those wide doe eyes that always had him weak.
â...Think you are,â he heaves, realizing that heâs just as fucked out as you are. It takes everything in him to hold back the urge to just take you.
-
âSheâs grown up.â Satoru raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise at the pictures that Suguru shows him. Your family had recently gone on vacation, so Suguru had been gone for an entire week, leaving his best friend and roommate all alone.
âThatâs what youâre looking at?â Suguru shoots him an annoyed look.
âOh,â says Satoru, glancing back at the picture. âUh, nice waterfall.â
âOne of the seven natural wonders of the world and all you can see is my baby sister.â Suguru exhales deeply.
âWhat? You canât blame me too much. Kidâs changed,â the white-haired man shoots defensively.
âSheâs twenty, not sixteen anymore. Of course, sheâs changed.â Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose.Â
âI know that, I justâŚâ Satoru pauses, glancing back at the picture. Youâre still tiny, only reaching up to your brotherâs, and by extension his, chest. Your face has matured, though, baby fat gone from your cheeks. That didnât stop you from being any less adorable, though â your smile is as radiant as ever. He canât help but let a small smile of his own slip onto his face.
âHopeless,â Suguru mutters in disbelief. âHopeless, the both of you.â
âHuh?â
âNothing.â
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Satoru lets you unbutton his shirt, watching in amusement as your eyes narrow with focus as each button pops open, slowly revealing more and more of his skin.
âUmâŚâ Youâre nervous. Itâs plain as day from the way your lip wobbles as your eyes sweep down the view of his chiseled chest and torso, only to end at the prominent bulge in his slacks.
âYou sure youâre okay with this, princess?â He cups your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to look straight at him. âNeed to rest?â
âN-No!â You protest immediately, shaking your head. âIâŚâ You glance back down at his erection, a flicker of desire in your eyes. âI needâŚâ You trail off, unable to say it.
âOkay.â If he was feeling meaner, he would make you tell him exactly what you want. But he wants to be nice today, especially since youâve already cried so much for him. âOkay, baby. Donât worry, youâll have it. Can you unzip me? Can you do that for me?â You hesitate for a moment. Satoru briefly wonders if heâs perhaps pushed you a bit too hard.
But then youâre reaching for him, small hands finding the top of his pants and slowly undoing the button. Your fingers close around his zipper, slowly tugging it down.
âGood girl.â He pecks your forehead. âTake me out of my boxers, alright?â As his angry, swollen cock springs free from his underwear, you canât contain your gasp.
âOhâŚâ The soft sound leaves you almost involuntarily as you stare and wonder at how the hell thatâs gonna fit in you. Heâs thick and long, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. You slowly wrap your own hand around his cock, lips parting as your fingers fail to meet in the middle. Your own pussy clenches in a combination of fear and excitement.
âSee why I needed to prepare you, now?â
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âSorry to spring this onto you all of a sudden, especially since you just got into town.â Suguru sighs over the phone.
âDonât worry about it. If youâre not around to take care of her, duty falls on me,â says Satoru as he reverses his car out of the parking lot, heading to the location Suguru had sent him.
âLet me know when sheâs home safe. Tell her Iâll be back tomorrow.â
âYeah, will do.â
A pause.
âAnd⌠no funny business, got it?â
âDonât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
âIâm serious, Satoru. She just confronted her asshole cheater ex. She doesnât need you drooling all over her right now.â
âRelax, dude. Iâm not that desperate.â Satoru rolls his eyes.
âGood. Keep it that way.â
-
His conversation with Suguru lies in the back of his mind, forgotten, as Satoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder. âLay back and relax for me, sweetheart.â You immediately obey, laying yourself down on your bed, heart beating fast in anticipation.
âSâgonna hurt, right?â you ask softly.
âDonât worry, baby. Iâve gotten you ready, see?â Satoru comforts you, brushing his fingers against the wetness still soaking your entrance.
âOh.â Tears suddenly well in your eyes. âUm, s-sorry, it just always hurt with himâŚâ
âWhat?â Satoruâs eyes darken, unsure if you mean what he thinks you do.
âHe justâŚâ You bite your lip, trying not to let your tears fall. âH-He just p-put it in, yâknow?â His heart drops in his stomach. Two years, two whole fucking years with that asshole, and he had never given you proper foreplay? No wonder you were so sensitive and responsive to his touch, your body had never received the attention itâs always deserved.
âBaby.â Satoru squeezes your hand, fighting down the urge to find that asshole and beat him up. That could come later. Right now, he has to focus on you. âItâs not gonna be that way this time. Not with me. Okay?â You nod, squeezing his hand in return.
âO-Okay.â
-
Itâs the first time heâs seen you in person in four years, and here you are in the passenger seat of his car, crying your eyes out.
You feel absolutely humiliated. You had called Suguru to ask him to pick you up from your ex-boyfriendâs house after you dumped him, but he had told you he couldnât.
âIâll send someone to get you. Hang tight,â heâd said.
You just didnât know it was going to be Gojo Satoru, who hadnât returned to your hometown since he graduated high school.
âIâm gonna bring you home,â Satoru had told you, getting out of the driverâs seat to open the car door for you. âRelax, okay? Youâre safe now.â He had buckled your seatbelt for you before settling in himself, starting the engine without another word.
The car ride back to your house is silent, save for the continuous sniffles that wrack your body as you try your best to stop your tears. Satoru silently puts a box of tissues in your lap at some point, and your heart stutters at the action.
Youâve known for many years now, that you never got over your first love.
-
Clothes fully discarded, Satoru lowers himself on top of you, enamored with the way you shyly glance down at`his cock, gaze wavering for a moment before slowly looking back up at him, eyes begging for him to do something.
âTell me if you want to stop.â He brushes his fingers, tender and gentle, across your cheek. You nod, hand curling around his bicep.
âKiss me,â you request, and he gladly obliges, leaning down to peck your lips.
âMâgonna go slow,â he tells you. âYou want me to stop, hit me real hard â â He smacks his own chest. â â Right here. Got it?â
âI wonât,â you say bravely, eyes glimmering with determination. âI⌠I can take it.â Satoru laughs quietly.
âAlright, princess. Donât act all cute, youâre just rilinâ me up now.â You smile, a little mischievously.
âOh, you caught me.â
âFuckâŚâ Satoru groans, pressing his forehead against yours. âYouâre gonna kill me.â His fat tip taps against your clit once, twice. You gasp, eyes going glossy as you feel your swollen pussy clench desperately around nothing.
âSatoru,â you plead. âP-PleaseâŚâ
âIâll give you what you need. Relax for meâŚâ He aligns his tip with your entrance, prodding between your folds. Inch by inch, he sinks his cock into your warm, throbbing cunt, almost blacking out himself at the sensation of your tight, velvety walls clamping around his cock.
âA-AhâŚ!â You whine, gripping his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut. The stretch is almost too much, but the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim has you seeing stars.
âYou okay?â Satoru pants, willing himself to stop from splitting you open on his cock to check on you.
âYes,â you whimper. âYes, a-ah, please k-keep goingâŚâ Satoru rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to push himself in, enjoying the soft, labored whimpers as you take more and more of him, deep into your sopping hole.
âAlmost there,â he coos. âAlmost there, princessâŚâ After what feels like an eternity, he finally sheaths the last of him in you, biting at your shoulder as he finally, finally feels exactly the sensation of being one with you.
-
âDrink. Youâll feel better.â Satoru places a glass of water in your hand as he leads you to your living room couch. You stubbornly refuse to look at him, letting the glass sit uselessly in your hand as you stare down at your lap.
He sighs, not sure what he should do. Heâs never been good at comforting others, let alone his friendsâ kid sisters. He knows youâre not a kid anymore, youâre a full grown adult, but the way youâre sulking and ignoring him says otherwise. Still, his fondness for you wins above all else as he takes the water back and puts it on the coffee table, letting you sit in silence.
âYou gonna be okay by yourself?â he asks instead. Satoru doesnât want to leave you alone, but heâs not sure if his presence will even help. He hasnât been an active part of your life in years, and he has a feeling that this incredibly vulnerable moment isnât the best time to barge back in. You donât reply, twiddling your thumbs.
âCall me if you need anything,â Satoru says hesitantly. âYou have my number, right?â No response. âIâm gonna write it down for you.â He finds a spare stack of Post-Its and does just that. You donât react even when he sticks the note right on top of your forehead, in a shitty attempt to lighten your mood. Your deadpan glare, so much like your brotherâs tells him it did not work.
âSuguruâs gonna be back tomorrow,â he tells you, taking the note off and soothing the annoyed crease between your eyebrows. âGo get some rest now, yeah?â You look away. Satoru sighs. Seeing you upset like this hurts him way more than he would like to admit. âMâgonna leave. Get to bed soon.â He pats the top of your head, just like he always used to do, which always made you whine when he messed up your hair. Youâre quiet now, not a peep of complaint leaving you.
He really misses hearing your voice.
âBye, then.â Satoruâs about to turn around and leave, but you do something that seems to shock both of you. Your fingers curl and grab onto the hem of his collared shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He stares down at you in surprise, trying to process the sight of your small, thin fingers holding onto him for dear life.
âStay.â The one word was enough to crumble his self-control.
-
Youâre struggling to adjust to his size; he can tell from the way youâre digging your nails into his arm and the trembling of your thighs around his waist. Satoru stays still, waiting for your permission to go any further, right hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.
âDonât stress yourself, baby, just tell me what you want, when you want it,â he murmurs against your neck, waiting patiently, torturously, for permission to move.
Youâre so overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full; Satoru is much bigger than your ex-boyfriend and yet, the feeling isnât painful. Itâs so good, a throbbing ache that extends outwards from your core all the way to the top of your head and the tip of your toes. You can hardly form thoughts, let alone words, as your pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.
A few more moments pass, and you feel like youâre going crazy. The feeling of being so, so full is one that youâve never felt before, but you think youâre already addicted. Your thighs flex instinctively, closing tighter around Satoruâs waist and pushing his cock even deeper, pressing right against your sweet spot. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, silently begging to be closer to him.
Satoru leans into the kiss you give him, groaning as your walls suddenly clench once around him, brain filling with nothing but white noise. âFuck,â he grits out against your lips. âFuck, baby, I donât know how much longer â â
âMove.â Your command is quiet. Satoru almost wonders if heâs misheard you. But one look into your pleading, begging eyes confirms what you want. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls his hips upwards, snapping right back into you with one long, hard thrust. You cry out, nails sinking into his shoulder blades.âM-More,â you whisper. âNeed more.â
He doesnât need to be told twice.
-
Satoruâs at a loss for words and actions as you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up and bringing his head down to kiss him. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you, craning his neck to allow you better access â oh shit, what the hell is he doing?
He lets go of you like heâs touched something on fire, pulling back from the kiss. As your heels land back on the ground with a soft thud, heâs greeted by the sight of you looking like youâre about to cry again. âWait â â He reaches for you, but retracts his hand; heâs not sure if he can trust himself to stay in line. His heart is beating so fast, you had just kissed him, completely out of the blue.
Satoru knew about your crush on him when the two of you were younger. You started having feelings for him when you were thirteen and he was fifteen, making it painfully obvious. You followed him and Suguru around like a lost puppy whenever he came over, despite Satoruâs constant teasing.
He thought your actions were funny at first, becoming the root of his continued teasing. Despite still making you cry all the time, you always came right back to greet him with a smile upon his very next visit. After a while, Satoru looked at you with fondness, in the way that one would gaze at a small animal. You were harmless, sweet, and so very adorable.
Satoru didnât return your feelings at the time. You were just Suguruâs kid sister that he liked to toy with sometimes. You were awfully cute when you were mad.
But now, as you look up at him with desperation and longing, his heart clenches faintly in his chest. Youâre so, so beautiful â the pictures Suguru had showed him hadnât done you justice in the slightest. You somehow look so enchantingly gorgeous at this moment, even with tears glistening in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.
Would you hit him if he tried to wipe away your tears?
He never gets to find out, because you speak his name softly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Satoru leans down to carefully listen to what you have to say. âW-Want you.â
-
âSo good, so fuckinâ good for me, princess,â Satoru groans, reveling in the dizzying heat of your pussy as he drags his cock in and out of your walls, fucking you at a steady pace. âYou feel me in there? You feel me in your little cunt?â
âY-Yes,â you manage to sob out between moans, each rough snap of his hips into you melting your brain into jelly just a little more.Â
âWhat a perfect lil pussy,â He chuckles as you squeal after a rather rough thrust, the loud squelch of your hole sucking him in echoing through the room. âNo sane person in this world would ever give this up this tight wet cunt.â You whine at his filthy words, drool dripping out of the side of your mouth as Satoru continues to ram into you, faster, harder.
âSatoru!â Youâre crying out his name over and over, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, pushing him deeper and deeper. âS-Satoru, I-I â â
âYou likinâ this, baby? Tell me how much you like this,â he coos into your ear, hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit.
âI l-like it s-so much, i-itâs so ahhâŚ! I-itâs so good,â you sob out. You never thought sex could feel like this â you never understood why the people around you were so obsessed with it, especially with the treatment you received from your ex.
Now, though, as each rut of Satoruâs dick into your cunt kisses your sweet spot, you get it. You donât know if youâll ever be able to forget this feeling of being filled by cock so brutally sweet.
-
âHold on.â Satoru had tried to protest, he really had. Youâd just broken up with your boyfriend. Like Suguru said, the last thing you needed was any funny business. âListen â â He sighs out your name, making your bottom lip wobble. âYou have to go rest, donât be reckless.â
âPlease.â You tug at his sleeve, staring at him with that puppy-eyed look that always gets you what you want. He really had spoiled you, hadnât he?
âNot now,â he tried to reason with you. âYouâre still hurting, youâre not in the right mind.â You glare at him.
âWhoâre you to say mânot in the right mind?â you whine. âIâŚâ You suddenly seem to lose your confidence, staring down at the floor. â...I only ever wanted you.â
âWhat?â Satoru stares, wide-eyed, at your confession.
âKnow you donât want me that way,â you continue, voice small. âBut I⌠donât care.â You sniffle. âDonât care, Satoru. Just want you.â
And when you tug desperately at his shirt again, this time, Satoru is too far gone.
-
âFuck, Iâm close.â He growls into your neck, his pace picking up as he chases after his release, He coaxes you to join him, thumbing at your clit and cooing for you to âLet go, cum for me, câmon. Cream all over my cock, princess.â
The only sounds in the room are a symphony of your moans and the slick sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your hole as a coil forms deep in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel tears stain your cheeks as Satoruâs pace increases, pounding into you so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.
âS-Satoru, Iâm g-gonna â !â You cut yourself off with a loud, lewd moan, cunt clenching down hard around him as you come undone for the fifth time just this night. You swear you lose consciousness for a second, lost in the euphoric feeling of your release as your swollen pussy throbs in satisfaction.
âShit..â A few quick, shallow thrusts later, Satoru finishes as well, thick ropes of cum splurting into your womb, filling you with a warm sensation.
âA-AhâŚâ you whimper out, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening cock, which is still fully sheathed inside you. A white ring remains on his dick as he gently pulls himself off of you, cum dripping from your spent pussy onto the sheets. Satoru tuts, placing a pillow under your hips so you wonât leak.
Youâre only faintly aware of what heâs doing as he leaves briefly and returns with a warm, wet towel, gently asking you to open your legs for him. You obey, but youâre so exhausted you canât help it as your eyes droop shut. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Satoru leaning forward to peck your forehead, praising you for taking him so well.
-
You wake up a few hours later to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window, making you squint a little as you sit up in bed. You immediately gasp at the ache between your legs, and the soreness racing up and down your body.
Memories of the previous night come flooding back as a sleepy groan sounds from next to you. Satoru stirs, awakened by your panicked sound, asking softly, âYou okay, baby?â
Oh god. Shit. Fuck. You actually had sex with Gojo Satoru.
âHmm?â He looks a little concerned at your lack of response, pulling you against him. âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart? You in pain? Sorry, did my best to clean you up and everything.â Only then do you realize that the place between your thighs is no longer sticky, and that youâre wearing a fresh set of underwear with Satoruâs unbuttoned shirt wrapped around you.
â...What did we do?â You whisper in a muddled mixture of shock and amazement.
âYou regret it?â he asks carefully, pulling back a little to gauge your reaction. You shake your head vehemently, snuggling back close to him. You breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering closed. You feel so right at home in his arms.
âNo.â You ponder for a bit. âBut itâs never gonna happen again, right?â Satoruâs breath catches in his throat.
âWhat?â
âI know last night mightâve given you the wrong impression.â You swallow hard, trying to contain the feelings bubbling up within you. Satoru just looks so beautiful under the morning sun, his crystal blue eyes glittering in the light. You know youâre not mistaken, youâve never been so sure about it â you love him. âI donât⌠do this. Thank you for being with me for this one night, butâŚâ you trail off.
âHey, hey.â Youâre crying again, and this time, Satoru wipes the tears off your cheek, cupping your face between his hands. âWhatâre you talkinâ about?â
âDonât want just this from you,â you continue vaguely, looking away shamefully. âBut I donât⌠I donât expect you to want the same.â He stills at your words, trying to decipher them properly.
âYou still in love with me?â He deciphered them spot on, but that doesnât stop a humiliated squeak from leaving you. Youâre huffing, face on fire with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.
âF-Fine, whatever! You know already, soâŚâ You look away, gnawing at your lower lip. âThatâs w-why â â
âDonât really know why youâre so upset, princess,â he cuts you off, pulling you out of the downward spiral he sees youâre about to fall into. âThinkâŚâ Satoru pauses to swipe at a tear at the corner of your eyes. âStill such a crybaby,â he canât help but say, watching with amusement as you scowl at him with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.
âUgh, jerk! Four years later and you still canât take me seriously, God, why do I even bo â â He cuts you off again, this time with a kiss. When he pulls away, heâs smiling gently, chuckling at your dumbfounded expression.
âThink I love you too,â he finishes. âSo youâve got nothing to worry about.â A few moments pass.
â...Are you fucking with me?â You look him dead in the eye.
âTechnically, I already did,â he replies cheerfully. You look at him in disbelief. âOkay, sorry, sorry, sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.â Satoru holds you close to him, tracing slow, comforting circles along your back. âBe my girlfriend?â
You answer him with a kiss of your own.
-
Suguru sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys as he approaches the front door. Heâs worried about you; although the bastard had cheated on you and deserved to have you dump him, he knows youâre still probably heartbroken.
Or at least a little heartbroken. Suguruâs aware you never really that into your ex, if your drunk phone calls about how much you miss Satoru were enough evidence. Hiding those from his best friend was tough work; he would have to sit in the bathroom or the closet with his headphones and speak as quietly and carefully as possible to not rouse any suspicion.
Either way, he knows you definitely need some cheering up right now. Heâs brought you a box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery, hoping it would be enough to at least get you in a talking mood.
Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and the first thing he sees is Gojo Satoru. Not only is Gojo Satoru standing in his kitchen, but heâs wearing Suguruâs apron, a gift from you many Christmases ago. To make things worse, heâs nearly butt naked under it, only wearing a pair of boxers that are â wait a second, are those Suguruâs as well?
âOh hey, Suguru!â If Satoru is nervous or embarrassed, he plays it off well as he turns around and waves, flashing the stupid, faded picture of Remy from Ratatouille on his apron right in Suguruâs face. âYou hungry? Was just makinâ some eggs.â
âWhat the actual fuck,â Suguru grits out, putting two and two together as you choose that moment to wander out into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar collared button down that reaches down nearly to your knees. Satoruâs.
âS-Sugu.â Your eyes go round, stopping in your tracks. No one speaks for a moment. Satoruâs still happily cooking eggs. Suguruâs expression is stone cold. Youâre staring at your brother with embarrassment written all over your face.
âBaby, you ready for food?â Satoru steps away from the stove to wrap an arm around your waist, smooching you on top of your head. You make a stuttered noise under your breath, glancing back at your brother.
Suguruâs smiling now, but not in the traditional sense. He looks almost maniacal as he slowly places the box of cupcakes on the table before locking eyes with Satoru. Finally, the white-haired man has enough shame for his casual grin to falter.
âWhat happened to no funny business?â
Satoru is forced to abandon the stove, running away from a fuming Suguru chasing after him with the first thing he could find on the dining table â a carrot.
âSugu, stop, itâs okay â â Your pleas fall on deaf ears as your brother is hell-bent on finding a way to murder his best friend with a vegetable. You sigh deeply, moving to go after them when you suddenly smell something burning. Your head snaps to where the eggs Satoru was cooking are now sitting blackened over the flame.
Needless to say, the first morning with Gojo Satoru as your official boyfriend was far from perfect.
Thankfully, you would have many, many more mornings with him, each more wonderful than the last, that this one quickly faded from importance.
But not from Suguruâs.
âI still remember,â Suguru says, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. âWhen I opened the door on that one morning, and you were not only in my house, but you were half-naked wearing my apron and my underwear â â
Satoru groans as the audience bursts into laughter at his best manâs speech, burying his face in your shoulder. Youâre giggling right along with them, sparing your new husband a peck on the cheek as his best friend continues to tear him apart.
âThen you had the audacity to pretend nothing was wrong â â
Satoru knew he would never live this down, but he had zero regrets. Not when youâre sitting right next to him in a pretty white dress holding his hand under the table.
âWell.â Suguru looks over at him, raising a brow. âGot anything to say?â Satoru takes the mic from him, face splitting into a shit-eating grin as he says two words:
I spent all night pacing around my room, my heart telling me to go but my brain has decided not to cooperate with me.
What if I regret not telling him ? What if I regret telling him ?
I know we don't speak a lot but what if he rejects me ?
I keep filling my brain witfh negativity when I feel Suki rub herself to my legs, her purrs making the negative thoughs go away.
I pick her up, her green eyes staring deep into my soul:
"I have to go see him, don't I ?"
She meows, as if she's replying to my question.
I look outside and see the sun come up, I have to hurry.
I change quickly and start running around Konoha.
I end up at the Nara house, hesitation coursing through my body until I end up face to face with Shikamaru's father, I must have unconsciously knocked:
"Hi Y/N, how can I help ?" he asks
"I was wondering if Shikamaru is home ?" I reply, my mouth becoming dry as I hear his answer
"He's supposed to leave for a mission today, he should be at the gates of the town" his father answers.
I shake my head, I still have time.
I start running and shout:
"Thank you !"
Knowing that his house is on the other side of town, I had to hurry up and get there on time, before it's too late.
As I run, I feel myself getting closer to Shikamaru, feeling his chakra circulate.
I finally see the gates of Konoha, the sight of seeing no one at the gates tightening my heart.
I missed him, he's gone.
No, I can't give up that easily.
I step out of Konoha, hoping that I can feel him around.
I look all over me, the trees all looking the same, the branches following each other as I use them to run.
My breath starts to feel uneven, the worry starts to install itself.
What if yesterday was the last time that I saw him, what if something bad happens to him during his mission, what if I never get to see him every again ?
I take those thoughts out of my head, focusing myself on finding him...
Shikamaru's POV:
It felt weird leaving the village this time, I felt like I was forgetting something or missing something.
I shake my head, telling myself that I need to focus on this mission:
"So Shikamaru, has your soulmate shown up ?" Choji asks as we run through the forest, the morning breeze softly hitting my skin
"Honestly, I don't think this is the best moment to ask me, we have to stay focused" I reply as Choji decides to move in front of me
I have to be honest, I have been thinking about it, it's been 2 years now that I have these words engraved in my skin, without even knowing who will say them or when and I hope that its the person that i'm thinking about.
"Guys, I smell something" Kiba stops in his tracks, Akamaru growling.
We look around, slightly panting
"Hinata, use your byakugan" Ino says
"Byakugan" Hinata looks behind us
"I see someone coming but I can't see who it is"
Akamaru's tail start wagging excitedly, he pants and stars barking:
"I recognize that smell" Kiba answers, his nose moving around.
Hinata squints, her face leaning towards the forest:
"Guys, its Y/N !"
What on earth is Y/N doing here ? Why did she follow us ? Is she coming with us as backup but arrived last minute:
"Wait up Hinata !" she says as she leans herself to a tree, her hands on her knees.
She looks up at me, her E/C shining with the early rays of sunshine:
"Don't go" she spits out of breath.
My heart stops, my eyes making their way to my wrist as I lift up my sleeve...
"Don't go..." I spit out, my heart racing.
I observe Shikamaru, his eyes widen as they go to his sleeve. I see him lift up his sleeve and touching his wrist.
He smiles at me, he lifts up his wrist to show me his tattoo.
I go up to him, a smile beaming on my face:
"I was hoping it was you" he says, his hand caressing my cheek
"Well honestly, deep down, I was hoping it was you too" I reply, I put my hand on his
"And you could say other sentences than this, now I have this on me for the rest of my life" I tell him as I lift up my arm.
He guffaws, loud laughter eminating from his whole being, the sound of the forest dimming as his fills it up, his hands now on my arm and tracing the words:
"I do say that a lot"
"Great, my soulmate is a grump" I snark at him
"Well you're gonna make my days happier now that I know it's you. I really hoped that you were my soulmate.."
"Disappointed ?"
"Well I can't say that you're a drag yet, maybe after the second date"
I punch his arm as he laughs, my cheeks heating up.
"I have to go to this mission but I promise that I'll come back and I'll come back to you"
He holds me close to him, I hear his heart beat fast.
I wrap my arms around him, his scent invading my nose, I take a long wiff of it.
"Come back to me, you hear me Nara ?"
"I promise" he kisses my forehead as he starts leaving, the others to stunned to move or speak
"Well that answers my question, bye Y/N"Choji shouts as they start moving.
I watch them leave, Shikamaru turnong around and looking at me as he leaves, a beautiful smile plastered on his face.
Prompt: You wake up the day of your 18th birthday with a strange tattoo...Â
(Hey guys, I know I havenât written anything in a long time and I want to be honest and say that Iâve been having an enourmous amount of writerâs block, like no inspo but Iâll try my best and hope you guys enjoy this)
My eyes stare at the ceiling of my room, my mind going over the day, my 18th birthday.
Wait, you guys donât know what iâm talking about.
Letâs go back to this morning.
I woke up with a smile, beautiful and warm weather and Iâm greeted by my cat, Suki.
She purrs while rubbing herself to me, her fur as soft as a teddy bear.
I pick her up and go to the living room, the smell of food making my stomach rumble:
âHappy birthday my loveâ my mother sneaks up behind me, hugging me, Suki landing by my feet:
âThank you mumâ I hug her back. She came back from her mission last night, her eyes dark with circles underneath them, her knuckles bruised, her arm in a cast:
âYou donât have to do anything too big for me, mum. You need to rest after your mission and didnât Sakura say that you had to rest ?â I say, watching my mother struggle with the cooking.
I slightly push her away as she understands the message, she sits down, replying:
âBut itâs your 18th birthday, we need to celebrateâ she commentsÂ
âI would rather celebrate it when you are back to health and feeling better, donât worry about meâ I answer.
I hear my mother sigh, her fingers playing with the surface of the table when I hear:
âOh Y/N, youâve got it !â
âGot what ?â I replyÂ
âYour tattoo !âÂ
I completely forgot about that.
Basically the day of your 18th birthday, you get a tattoo of the first thing that your soulmate will ever say to you, even if you know them.
âI canât read it, what does it say ?â of course mine had to be behind my arm.
My mum lifts my arm and says:
âWhat a dragâ
âI know itâs really annoying that itâs behind my arm, I canât read itâ
âNo, honey, it says âwhat a dragââ she finishes her sentence, a smile on her face as she lets out a small laugh
âSeriously, that is not funnyâ I huff, wondering who would say that kind of thing
âThis guy must complain a lot, just like your fatherâ she laughs, my face showing discontent, my brain almost boiling wondering who would say that.
I look at the clock, 9:30 AM, IâM GOING TO BE LATE AND KAKASHI IS GOING TO KILL ME.
I scoff down my breakfest, kissing my mum and yell goodbye as Iâm running out of the house, my mother nodding, her good hand holding her head as she watches me leave.
I start running through Konoha, a few people wishing me happy birthday as I shout thank you.
I arrive at the meeting point, Sakura and Naruto waiting for me, their hands crossed while their feet are hitting the ground, seemingly annoyed:
âIâm so sorry Iâm lateâ I pant out, having the impression that the air in my lungs has disappeared:
âY/N you are always lateâ Naruto says.
I stare at him quizzically, Sakura rubbing her eyes as she nods:
âYou have some gall saying thatâ I reply staring at him
âI was supposed to say it, you idiotâ Sakura sighs, Naruto rubbing his neck
âOh yeah, heheâÂ
âHAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/Nâ I turn around, letting out a scream, to find Kakashi and the other teams.
âHappy birthday Y/Nâ Hinata apporaches me, a chocolat cake in her hand
âOh Hina, thank youâ I say, tears forming in my eyes
âCome on Y/N, letâs celebrate!â Naruto shouts, wrapping his arm around me as we head out.
We spend the day in the park, the teams all together with their senseis:
âYour mum asked us if we could plan this knowing that she just came back from a mission, she asked me when she came to get checked out yesterdayâ Sakura says, putting a big piece of cake in her mouth.
I look around, seeing everyone laughing and smiling warming me up, although I have noticed that Shikamaru has been very quiet:
âIs Shikamaru okay ?â I ask Ino, who was sitting next to me
âOh, you know him, Y/N, heâs a grump and not very socialâÂ
I observe him still, worried about him.
He and I have never had long conversations and we have never hung out alone but thereâs something different about him, I donât know how to explain it.
I see Kiba approaching him, the two boys start having a conversation:
âShikamaru, we have to leave for a mission tomorrowâ
Shikamaru puts his head in his hands:
âWhat a dragâ
My eyes widen and the air is kicked out of my gut, his words echoing as IÂ remember the tattoo that I have on me.
I start shaking my head, my brain processing the information:
âY/N, are you okay ?â asks Sakura, her hands on my foreheadÂ
âYeah, I think Iâm starting to feel tired, I think iâm gonna goâ
I start getting up, Sakura and Naruto seemingly concerned get up as well
âThank you guys for everything, I had the most amazing dayâ I say.
I look at Sakura and Naruto, reassuring them that I could go alone.
As Iâm walking in Konoha, my mind wanders, I mean, Shikamaru, how could this be ?Â
I always thought that it worked on a level of affinity or something.
I arrive home, my mother asleep on the couch.
I wrap her in a blanket and head to my room, pacing around.
Heâs leaving on a mission tomorrow, I donât know what could happen.
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Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Neji and Itachi.
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A/N: Lately I've been fucking tired mentally, and I assume there might be a follower going through it too so...
A/N²: I will probably do this with Tokyo Revengers too.
Naruto Uzumaki
From the moment you woke up, you've noticed that you've gotten worse from the day before.
"Holy shit, today is going to be a rough day." You thought, closing your eyes tightly.
So yes, you decided you wouldn't go to school today, you don't have the strength for that
You snuggled into bed again to spend your depressing day in bed, when you heard your cell.
You sighed and reached over to answer the phone without reading the name.
"Are you ready yet? I'm coming to get you." Your boyfriend's excited voice came on the other end of the line making you want to cry, he was your ray of sunshine.
"I'm not going to school today."
"Why not? Are you sick?"
"I just... I can't."
With just that sentence, Naruto stops walking on the sidewalk and understands everything.
He had already noticed signs of your a few days ago.
I think she finally closed in on the edge. Naruto thought
"Well then, it looks like we'll be skipping class today."
"What? Naruto no-"
It was too late.
After almost an hour you hear someone knocking on your door and when you open it, you see your boyfriend full of bags and with an affectionate smile on his face.
He drops them on the floor and pulls you into a bear hug.
"My baby won't go through this alone."
Sasuke Uchira
Sasuke noticed that you weren't well from the moment he picked you up from your house, but decided not to pressure you.
He made it his mission to get you at least one smile.
He sat in the seat behind you during every class, so he could write little letters on his notebook paper, and deliver it to you without the teachers noticing.
"You look beautiful today, even with that tired face"
"Look, I think Naruto is going to drool on the table."
Those were some of the cards.
And Naruto was really about to drool if you ask me lol.
During the break, Sasuke took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, and winked at you with a soft smile, showing that he was there all along.
As you sat in the cafeteria, Naruto sat between the two of you, making Sasuke put on the funniest disgusted expression you've ever seen.
You smiled slightly, and Sasuke felt like a sun had risen in his head.
"Holy shit, what a beautiful thing" He thought.
"Sooo what are we going to do today?"
"Get out Naruto!"
Yes, seeing these two arguing is something we are all used to.
Skikamaru Nara
Shikamaru loves silence and everyone knows.
Turns out he doesn't like YOUR silence.
He loves to hear you just talk about his day, or tell him a bad joke, he just wants to hear your voice.
He looks at you sitting on the grass next to him in silence from the moment he arrived.
There was something wrong, and he needs to do something.
"Do you want to talk about that?"
"I'm not sure..."
He approaches you and you lean your head on his shoulder.
He leans his head on top of his and sighs.
"You're too precious for this world, you know?"
So during the afternoon you all sit there in silence, until he starts to feel his shoulder getting wet.
You're crying right now and as much as it hurts him, he knows you need it.
"I'm fine here love, it's okay."
Kiba Inuzuka
"You're not fine are you?"
It's the first thing he says to you as soon as you open the door.
"I'm here my love" He hugs you tight and you cry into his chest.
He brought Akamaru with him because he knows how much you like each other.
"Want to do something? we can just sleep too if you want"
He sits you on the bed and takes your face with both hands kissing your forehead, cheeks and finally your mouth.
"You're amazing okay? Let's get through this together."
Yeah, this had been a shit week, but you had Kiba Inuzuka with you so that was fine.
Neji Hyuuga
Neji is a very observant guy, so just from your walk he knew you weren't doing well.
"I get it, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."
He gives you a kiss on the forehead and a peck on the mouth.
So all day he spoiled you in every way possible, buying you ice cream and carrying you on his back.
"Fuck leave her alone!" He would tell anyone who came close wanting to talk to you.
"I feel useless Neji."
That phrase took him by surprise.
"Hey! Don't you dare say that about yourself never listening again?"
He hugs you tight and lets you cry into his chest.
He doesn't want you to go through this alone because your pain is his pain.
Itachi Uchiha
"Why didn't you tell me you were at your limit my love?".
"I didn't mean to bother you..."
"You never could, come here let me take care of you"
So all day he made nice things for you to eat, since he knew you preferred his food.
He also combed your hair with all the care and love in the world.
Not to mention he watched all your favorite shows and cartoons with you.
And still listened to all your outburst with attention and affection in the eyes.
"I know things are tough right now, but please don't forget I'm with you."
Summary: To escape the likes of Jason Carver, the reader has to play a little game of pretend with Eddie Munson himself.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Warning: sexual tension, swearing, some kissing, fake relationship
Type: Oneshot
Word Count: 4,647 words
It had been one hell of a day and it was only lunchtime. During first period, Jason Carver had gone to extreme lengths to pass a note across the room to Y/n L/n. It read something along the lines of âmeet me by the lockers after class.â
In response to reading the note, Y/n turned her head to look over her shoulder. She immediately spotted were the basketball jock was seated near the back of the class. He sent her a sly smile and a wink.
an: a story written for an absolute sweetheart who always encourages me with the kindest of words. This is for you, my darling @tired-teacher-blog, I hope you enjoy taking care of Kakashi.
pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader
warnings: talk of injuries, blood, wounded Kakashi, lots of hurt/comfort, bags of fluff with the adorable idiot, lots of kissing, love bites, soft Kakashi, unprotected sex, a lil nipple play, reader on top, creampie
The overwhelming smell of disinfectant stung your nostrils. It made your eyes burn and it was nothing to do with the threat of tears that pulled from the depths of your anguished mind â of course not.
Your heart thundered in your ears, and you tried valiantly to at least steady your breathing, or you were going to end up in one of these damn rooms as well. You raced through the unfamiliar hallways in search of the correct room, cursing your decision not to intern here when you had the chance.
Where is it? 325, 326, 328⌠wait, what the fuck? Where is 327?!
Your feet skid to a halt on the tiled floor, and the squeak of your soles caught the attention of two men you only knew as brief acquaintances at best. The state of your overworked brain meant you had not seen them at all, had not noticed the looming presence of two males dressed in the familiar jonin uniforms nor the smell of blood, heavy enough to overpower the disinfectant.
A heavy hand fell to your shoulder mid-spin, trying to get your bearings and still puzzling over how a room could simply vanish? Snapping your head around; your gaze came to rest on the blood-soaked features of Asuma Sarutobi.
Instantly, you switched into work mode.
An expert eye took in the nasty gash that covered his left brow as the reason for the reddish-brown blood that smeared around his eye and down his cheek and neck. It had stopped bleeding but would need stitches to keep it from re-opening and your fingers were lifting to turn his chin when he cleared his throat loudly, enough to pull you out of your assessment.
âY/n, Iâll be okay,â he assured with a determined nod of his head.
The dark-haired male looked over his shoulder and you followed his gaze to see Gai, leaning against the wall. The normally exuberant male was pale, and his lower lip quivered as he stared at you. His eyes were puffy and tender, not filled with their usual mirth and youthful good humour.
It was enough to cause your heart to palpitate even worse, sweat-slicked your palms as you gripped Asumaâs forest green jonin vest. You tugged at him, shaking with all the strength you possessed. It shouldnât have been enough to make him budge but the Sarutobi swayed like a tree caught in a ferocious wind.
âWhere is he?â you demanded.
Gai sniffled at the sound of your raw, broken voice and Asuma slid a hand through his hair. It was strange seeing him without a lit cigarette pressed between his lips but apparently, even he knew when it was best not to break the rules.
âIn there,â he pointed back with his thumb to a door that was tucked into the corner, âbut listen, we gotta talk first. He ââ
You brushed him off, rounding his imposing frame with eyes fixed on the door that now you could see clearly emblazoned with 327 next to the panel of frosted glass. Before you could reach for the handle, Gai intercepted, blocking the door with a lowered shake of his head. He refused to meet your eyes, content with inspecting the depth of the highly polished floor and you bared your teeth in annoyance.
âHey â y/n. Weâre not tryinâ to keep you from him, but you need to know -â
Anger exploded through your veins, hissing like an angry cat you turned back to Asuma who had followed you the few steps to the closed door.
âTell me what? Why canât I just see him? You can spout your bullshit inside there,â you yelled, pointing at the room you were desperate to enter.
Asuma sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he rubbed at the back of his neck. You stared him down as if you werenât a good foot shorter and only equipped in the basic self-defence that all medical-nins were required to master.
It was Gai that spoke up.
âK-kakashi doesnât want to stay in hospital. Says heâll manage by himself at home. He â he told us to stop you from seeing him like this, thinks that itâll make you think less of him. My eternal rival is truly a foolish man.â
You frowned at those words, heavy lead settling in the pit of your stomach. He doesnât want me to see him. Thinks Iâll think less of him? Why did I fall in love with a damn idiot?
âMove, Gai. Iâll only ask you once.â
He did as he was told, even he knew that Kakashiâs demand was utter lunacy, and he thanked the heavens above that you had graced his best friendâs life when you had. Kakashi Hatake was a stubborn man, but he had met his match in you.
The air was cool inside the room, and most of the light was kept out from the shuttered blinds that lined the window. Only the low hum of the air conditioning unit could be heard as you stared at the man lying asleep in the bed. Your vision swam with tears at how small your towering man looked in the standard hospital bed.
He had the sheets pulled up and over his nose, refusing to allow the mystery of his lower face to be solved even in his injured state. Eyes closed with dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, his usually perky silver hair slumped low over his brow and a pained expression decorated what should be his handsome face, twisting his features into something upsetting.
You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and bit down hard enough to draw blood from your lip. A hand gripped at the chart clipped to the end of his bed as you skimmed over the details; his vitals on arrival, the exact details of the injury and what treatment had been administered.
It seemed straightforward enough, a deep laceration to the right side of his abdomen from an unknown assailant. No major arteries or organs had been compromised and he had responded to the immediate healing to stop the bleeding from the physician on call.
You hadnât known you were pacing the floor as you tried to distance yourself from the fact that you were reading the medical chart of your boyfriend, not until a warm hand grabbed at your free wrist and held you in place.
Kakashiâs steel grey right eye peered up at you from the bed, a resigned look painted his face as he let the sheet fall away. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he pulled you down to perch on the edge of the bed.
âKnew they wouldnât be able to keep you out,â he croaked out.
It was a hard choice between throwing yourself down into his embrace or smacking the shit out of him â it was a real hard choice. You settled for a combination; your head draped against the crook of his neck whilst your palm smacked lightly against his shoulder. You grimaced at the smell that permeated from his dewy skin, there was no familiar tang of his unique scent, it had been replaced by a mixture of old sweat, blood and the lingering smell of antiseptic.
âYou need a bath.â
Kakashi chuckled and it hurt your heart at how he winced from the gesture. You tried to lift yourself from his embrace but a firm hand held tight against your head. Fingers smoothed against your hair, playing with the strands as he shifted slightly until his chin rested atop your head.
âYou offering to bathe me, princess?â
His tone was low and husky, the familiar pet name sent a surge of feelings to coil in your stomach, and you marvelled that he could think in such a way given how injured he was. Then again, this was Kakashi Hatake, and he had the libido of a permanently smouldering volcano. He was ready to âblowâ at the smallest action, given adequate opportunity and he was taking it without question â consequences be damned.
You dodged his suggestive question in favour of asking one of your own, âwhatâs this I hear about you not wanting to stay in hospital?â
The silver-haired patient let out a grumpy huff at being side-tracked onto more serious matters and you finally managed to detangle yourself from his grip. He eyed you cautiously as you sat in the chair by his bedside, dragged as close as it would allow, and taking the time to wipe away the stray tears that pooled from your eyes. He saw it, he didnât miss a thing, but he pretended not to and gave you that minute of repose before you were seeking out the warmth of his fingers.
âI donât need to be here, Iâm more than capable of caring for myself at home,â he sulked, at least having the decency to look away from how childish he sounded, âIâve had worse wounds than this and even you should know that my medical supplies are well stocked.â
âThatâs all well and good, but why choose to grit your teeth and manage, when you could stay here and be taken care of? Youâll heal all the quicker if you just allowed yourself to relax,â you had hurried on at the opening of his mouth, knowing that he was going to argue until he was blue in the face.
Kakashi wiped away the fresh sheen of sweat that had beaded on his forehead, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he met your pleading gaze.
He knew you were right; you knew that he knew you were right, but he wasnât going to roll over on this one. Hell would freeze over before he stayed any longer than he absolutely had to in a hospital.
It was more than simple dislike; it was a deep hatred â an abhorrence of a place that had brought him nothing but pain and misery in the past.
âIâm going home as soon as I have the strength to leave this bed, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.â
You huffed through your nose, the dying desire to throttle your beloved returning to the surface in record time. Kakashi was not the only one that was stubborn, you could be equally difficult when you wanted and right now you were determined that he would not win â not entirely.
âFine,â you mused softly, âbut Iâll be moving in as your care provider until I deem you fit enough to discharge you from my care. Got it?â
He stared at you, openly ogling as if you had, in fact, gone completely mad. You had spent the night at his place as many times as he had spent at yours, but it was never longer than a night or two. It was a bold move to invite yourself to stay temporarily, but Kakashi had to know how seriously you deemed his situation and his injury.
Ready for a verbal battle, you startled as one brow arched high. He licked meekly at his dry, chapped lips and wriggled his shoulders to sit a little more upright in the bed. All you could do was watch, curious as to what he was up to and instantly on guard for the worst.
âFine,â he ground out before his voice became a heated whisper, one that you were intimately familiar with, âbut only if you promise to help me bathe whenever I ask.â
He would be the death of you bothâŚ
~
Kakashiâs house was far nicer than your own, and it was kept in immaculate order. However, it held little in the way of homely touches that you filled your small apartment with. Very few things hung on the walls, and the units in his living area were devoid of the little trinkets that cluttered your own. No wonder your boyfriend always appeared endlessly fascinated by them whenever he visited.
You thanked Asuma and Gai for their help in getting Kakashi from the hospital and into his own bed. Asuma looked much better now that his cut was stitched up and his skin scrubbed of the remnants of blood. Even Gai was able to crack some jokes as the two men each braced either side of their friend, helping him hobble slowly towards his home.
It hadnât taken you long to familiarise yourself with his set-up, it helped that you already knew where his bedroom, bathroom, toilet and kitchen were located. You dumped the hastily packed duffel bag in what appeared to be a spare bedroom and headed for his medical supplies.
He hadnât lied when he said he was well-stocked, the kit he owned could rival your own and you frowned at the implication. You hated thinking about the times when Kakashi had shunned help in favour of tending his own wounds, locking himself away from any kind of human comfort.
The melancholy of these thoughts spurred your footsteps, speeding you back to the master bedroom and scrambling atop the empty half until you could curl against his uninjured side. Kakashi roused from his doze, a grumble in his throat as his head lolled to look down on you, tearful and quivering as your arms grabbed onto his bicep, hugging it close to your chest.
âWhatâs wrong?â he slurred.
âNothing really,â you mumbled with your face buried deep into his shoulder once more, âI just â I hate that you spent so long dealing with your injuries all alone. Please, please donât shut me out.â
He didnât answer and you peeked up at his face, flushed and shiny in sweat. Sitting up quickly, your palm met his forehead and you hissed through your teeth at the intense flash of heat that radiated from him. His eyes fluttered behind their lids, and you were increasingly aware of the tension within his muscles, the short sharp spasms that were accompanying his fever.
âShit!â
Is it just a fever? Sign of infection? Fuck, I should never have allowed him to leave the hospital so soon!
The next thirty minutes were spent in a panic-induced silence. A moist rag, cold but not too cold rested on his forehead as your chakra pulled into your hands. The sensation was comforting, this was something you did well and as the warm feeling flowed to the tips of your fingers, it became a calming sense that eased the worst of the fear from the room.
His wound, although deep and jagged was not bleeding. Nothing had popped open under the strain of the transport home and there was no smell of infection. Your chakra hovered closely against the site, prodding as gently as was possible until you were reassured there was no further immediate danger.
The fever had dipped enough to allow you to sigh in relief, standing on shaky legs as you wobbled your way into the kitchen in search of two glasses of water. Your resolution of remaining in another room for the night scattered to the wind as you stared from the doorway at the sleeping man.
Your man.
The man you loved with all your heart.
The man that deserved love as much as anyone else did â and you were going to give it all to him.
~
Kakashi felt like shit, worse than shit. He groaned, trying to find a comfortable position but the stab of pain in his abdomen put an end to that thought. A rag fell over his eyes which he quickly grabbed and threw across the room. He was unsure what time it was, but it had to be early from the way the warm amber sun filtered through the partially opened drapes at his window.
A soft snore echoed near his ear; his neck craned as much as was possible and the pitter-patter of his heart spoke more than mere words ever could. Curled into a tight ball, your eyes were squeezed shut and fingers clutched into the pale blue bedsheet as if it were your only lifeline in this world. It should be him that you held that tightly, selfishly, Kakashi wanted to be your anchor over all else.
Every muscle ached as his palm met your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin and he smiled as you nuzzled against his warmth. He tried to recall the events that had transpired once they had arrived at his house, but it was a bit of a blur. Kakashi remembered you thanking Gai and Asuma after they had rather unceremoniously dumped him atop his bed, and after that, there were only mumbled words and heat â a lot of heat.
He felt and smelled disgusting and no longer could he lay here caked in grime and stale sweat. Without disturbing you, Kakashi managed to sit up with only one wince of pain. His bare feet swung to the cool hardwood floor, and he gingerly stood, swaying like the last leaf on an autumn-kissed tree, but remaining upright.
It pained him to leave you asleep, but he knew that you would protest him even being on his feet unaccompanied, and some things a man needed to do on their own.
He caught sight of the unfamiliar bag tossed on the bed in his spare room, before he could stop himself, he was lifting it by the long strap and dragging it back into his room. If you thought for even one second that you were going to sleep in another room, you had another thing coming.
Once more, his gaze softened as he stood to watch you sleep for a moment.
Kakashi had taken plenty of lovers over the years, but never one that burrowed under his skin quite like you. He was enamoured with your no-nonsense attitude, how you challenged him and refused to simply roll over at his âbullshitâ, as you called it. You were passionate, funny and so pretty it made his teeth set on edge â as if you were the sweetest treat in the candy shop.
It was his greatest pleasure in life to turn that fierce scowl into a shy blushing mess.
You were so affected by his words that he barely had to try to get a reaction from you, so eager for whatever he fed your desires. Whispered words, affirmations of love along with the lewd thoughts that were never far from his mind â especially when he was around you â it all worked like a charm.
Your cunning man adored making you just a little nervous when he set his predatory gaze on you, he could see your âfight or flightâ instinct kick in and more often than not he would take chase until you were squealing and giggling in his hold. Thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, playful swats at your lovely rump and low growls just to hear your cute little noises. Kakashi lived for these moments. They gave him a reason to get up in the morning, to regain the strength he had lost through lack of use and after months of hard work, he was back to peak condition.
Those thoughts wilted as he realised he had been set back by his injury, that he would be out of action for at least a few weeks, and all the lustful memories crashed out of his head in one fell swoop. He stomped to the toilet to take care of business before heading into the attached bathing room where his walk-in shower stood.
He set the water to just below scalding, then lowered it again given the wound under his wrapped abdomen. For long minutes he debated how to go about this whilst the steam curled to the ceiling and fogged the mirror in front of him. The reflection was not a welcome one and he was glad that it quickly became obscured as he brushed his teeth.
Time to prove I am no invalid.
~
It wasnât the sunlight that caused you to wake, nor was it the incessantly chirpy dawn chorus. No â it was the absence of warmth.
Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you wriggled around like a worm as you tried to force yourself back to slumber without opening your eyes. The softest of inhales pricked your ear, one eye opening to see Kakashi framed in the doorway with a white towel draped loosely around his lean hips.
He held a second smaller towel to his hair which he used to dry the wet strands and a knowing smile graced his lips as he took a further step into the room. The scent of his spicy pink peppercorn body wash permeated the air, it made your mouth salivate as you drank in his self-assured pose.
You shook your head, there was no time for admiring him, no matter how damn gorgeous he was, not when he was doing exactly what you didnât want him to do!
âThe hell are you doing out of bed by yourself? Why didnât you wake me?â
You rose to your haunches on the bed, fisting the sheets and shaking one at the silver-haired man that dared â dared â to roll his eyes in response. He came to sit on the corner of the bed with a heavy sigh, and you could tell that the exertion of showering had taken it out of him.
âI managed just fine, didnât I?â he quipped, throwing the small sodden towel in your enraged face.
âAnd what if you had collapsed in the shower dumbass? You had a raging fever less than twelve hours ago as well as a wicked wound that hasnât had any chance to heal yet,â you thundered after throwing the wet towel over the damp silver spikes adorning his head.
One minute you were walking on your knees on the mattress, railing at your idiot of a boyfriend for being so careless, and the next you were flat on your back with a smug face inches from your own.
âHave I ever told you how sexy you are when youâre mad at me?â he purred, letting his nose run along the length of your own.
He was too close and too far away.
The kiss was sinfully slow, lips meeting as if reuniting after a great time had passed, relearning their softness and taste. Kakashiâs tongue licked into your mouth as your lips parted on a soft moan, he explored the wet cavern with a gentle dominance. He tasted like minty toothpaste, his chapped lips from the previous night replaced by dew-kissed petals that were soft yet firm against your own.
Your fingers curled around his neck, carding into the damp hair at the nape and twisting just enough for a quiet groan to rumble in the depths of his chest. Kakashi held himself up on one forearm as his free hand trailed over your shorts from yesterday.
We should stop â I should stop. Gods, why does he have to taste so good? Smell so tantalising?
Against your better judgement, you didnât put an end to the kisses, didnât halt him when his lips danced over your cheeks, jaw and down to your throat. You were lost in the feel of him, sucked under the waves of mutual desire with no chance of resistance.
You could feel the little love bites that littered every inch of bare skin he could reach, knew that his wandering fingers had started to unbutton your blouse to expose even more to his hungry mouth and you couldnât find the will to care how dangerous this was.
It wasnât until your thighs parted further, lifting to wind around his waist, that you were ripped from the chokehold of rampant lust. Kakashi winched as your leg brushed against his stomach, almost dropping atop you as his forearm shook with the exertion to keep him up.
You pushed him back with steady hands and forced him to sit up as you folded your legs into a knot with a worried expression on your face. He looked away from you, not liking that expression one little bit. It wasnât hard to identify that you had inadvertently hurt his pride.
With kiss-swollen lips you took his head into your hands, cupping his jaw and rubbing both thumbs over his cheekbones, âI need to check you over, donât misinterpret my stopping you.â
Kakashi continued to look toward the door but didnât stop you from unwinding the fresh bandages he had applied after his shower. He remained silent as you pressed him back onto the bed, not even a whisper fell from his mouth as you gathered your chakra and swept the abused flesh surrounding his wound. It was looking good, in fact, it looked better than you had expected.
âTold you I could care for myself.â
You straddled his knees, planting both hands against his shoulders. The flash of carmine from the Sharingan dazzled you for a moment, that look of raw need mingled with a stubborn will not to appear weak.
Mindful of his injury, your face lowered to his just as he had done to you moments ago. Your nose rubbed against him, pressing feather-soft kisses to his cheek.
âI didnât doubt you for a moment, but you are not alone â not anymore. Let me in, you donât have to walk this path alone.â
His palms cupped your butt, trying to tug you further up his body and you knew what he wanted, but it would be wrong â you knew that now.
âPlus, I havenât had a chance to bathe you yet,â you teased. With one quick peck on his nose, you stood from the bed and picked up the white bandages.
You ignored the feigned groan of pain. Kakashi pressed a palm to his face, and you knew that if he were at full strength, you would be in a world of trouble right now. However, you were the master until he recovered and what you said was law. He may look as delicious as always, but the wound on his belly and the dark shadows under his eyes were a reminder that he was not well.
âLetâs wrap you up and Iâll cook some breakfast.â
~
The day slipped quickly into the next.
A mixture of soft domesticity and playful bickering. He fought against the sleep that constantly tried to smother him into slumber, only succumbing to napping when you would gingerly curl next to him. Lulling him into the velvet void with your hushed voice and delicate finger that drew patterns of unknown design against his chest.
Kakashi found that he had no desire for you to ever leave his home, even after such a short time. You brightened a place that he had previously found little comfort in, and the idea of you leaving him here alone was not a welcome one.
For all his previous admissions that he could manage just fine on his own, he didnât want to and for the first time in a long time, he found strength in leaning on someone else.
You had tried to retire to his spare bedroom that evening under the guise of letting him get proper rest, and he had pouted like a petulant child until you caved. You made him swear that he would sleep and not try anything âfunnyâ, to which he had scoffed. The ideas in his mind were anything but funny, and yet he agreed to your ridiculous demand â forced to seal it with an equally ridiculous pinky promise â and he had not blushed, you couldnât prove it!
In truth, he had not the energy to truly press the matter. Falling deeply asleep the very second after you mumbled a sleepy âgoodnightâ and ushered into what he hoped would be a dreamless sleep.
He was not so lucky...
Kakashi found himself in an unsettlingly familiar clearing.
Faced with an unknown shinobi with no identifying forehead protector. His face was concealed by the hood that shrouded him in darkness, even with the Sharingan he could only make out the faintest traces of a sneer and cold navy blue eyes.
He moved with a speed that was unexpected, and Kakashi followed the movement as he had done when he encountered this enemy with Asuma and Gai. However, this time he would be ready to intercept the strike that had caused his injury. Chakra pulled along his forearm and lightning prickled his palm.
In slow motion, he twisted his torso and struck out with his fist.
A sharp pain had him faltering as his left eye blacked out entirely. Kakashi stumbled as the scene changed in the blink of an eye. Where he should have stood, you were there, arms thrown wide as if shielding him from the attack. All he could do was watch as you fell to your knees and then face first into the dirt.
The world spun to black as he tried to run for you, never getting any closer as he roared your name.
Kakashi jolted awake as two tight hands shook at his shoulders, and he rolled instinctively to pull his attacker under his body. The loud shriek of surprise and fright roused him enough to blink his eyes and look down to see your timid face peering back at him.
âPrincess, itâs you,â he whispered.
He roamed your features, watching them soften under his expert gaze. You squirmed for release of his tight hold but Kakashi had to be sure â had to know that you were safe and whole. He yanked at the soft cotton of your sleeping top, exposing your midsection that quivered as he ran exploratory fingers over the soft smooth skin â unmarked and perfect.
âKashi, itâs me. Iâm â Iâm okay. Look at me,â you pleaded, and he should have known that you would be smart enough to realise that he had been trapped in a nightmare.
His face crumpled as he rested his weight atop your body, accepting him like only a lover could â cradled between your thighs with arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stroked at his naked back and felt the hairs raise as you did your best to soothe his fear from him.
Kakashi nuzzled against your neck, insistent lips pressed to your beating pulse and the primal noises from inside his chest sparked something equally as basic in you.
Wrapped in the dark of the night, you held the face of your beloved and listened to his most earnest plea, âNeed you, y/n. Please â I just â I want to wrap myself in only you.â
You were a slowly burning match, ignited by the love and need so openly displayed. Not hidden behind a playful facade, no teasing or messing around â this was something more and it transcended simple intimacy.
A soft kiss was your answer.
Lost in the feel of the man in your arms, drowned by his taste and aroma. He was the very air that your lungs needed, the reason you greeted each morning with a smile on your face and the other half of your soul.
The pale blue sheets twisted as Kakashi let his hands roam your pliant frame, he may need you urgently but he was still going to savour the moment and enjoy your treasure of a body now stripped of clothes.
He had no desire to stop kissing you. Stealing your moans and swallowing them down hungrily, but your writhing movements spoke of how he was needed in other places.
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
Expert fingers spread through your folds, the roughened pad moving in precise time as his mouth closed around your soft nipple. The gasp in your throat spurred him on, tongue swirling the budding peak and lips rolling it gently.
You were so wet and eager, hips pressing against his hand in the hopes of just a touch more friction and Kakashi delivered â as he always did. His thumb nestled against your clit, moving gently from side to side as he knew you liked. Not more than a ghost of pressure as he slowly stoked your fires.
âLove you so much princess,â he cooed against your breasts. The wet disconnect of his lips snapped at the chains of desire, pulling taut and resonating deep in your stomach.
âKashi â fuck â wait!â
He growled in answer, pearly white teeth nipping at your neglected nipple and almost entirely feral eyes snapped up at your face. The blazing intensity of the Sharingan never ceased to steal the breath from your lungs.
You had to use all of your strength to roll him over, flipping your positions and drawing a deep grunt from Kakashi. His mouth refused to budge from your trapped nipple, the tip tickling against the sensitive skin as he rubbed his excited erection against your slick pussy. A part of you wondered when he had even removed his pyjama pants, but the thought was banished as he deliberately caught your hood with the blunt head of his cock.
It was hard to think straight, to reassemble your mental faculties enough to remember why you had wanted to be on top. Your short nails scratched into the velvet-encased steel of his chest, catching his pretty perked-up nipples as payback for his teasing ways.
âMm,â he groaned out and finally let his head fall back against the pillows.
âLet me love you, you deserve the world Kakashi.â
He brushed the tears from your eyes with his thumb, a ghost of a smile pressed on his lips as you gazed at him lovingly. Your heart clenched and it only heightened the points that connected you to him, thighs pressed tight against his hips, hands braced on his chest and the gentle sway of your lower lips that encased his shaft coated in your arousal.
You reached between your bodies, mindful of bearing your weight partially on your haunches, and cupped his heavy balls â rolling them slowly and enjoying the catch of breath in his throat. Dextrous fingers continued the massage until you could take it no longer, your need to unite completely overpowering your rational brain.
His cock was hard and straining in your tight fist, sliding easily from base to tip with how drenched he was in your wetness. You guided him to where you needed him most and slowly inched down. Every vein dragged against your walls, forcing you open. The whine from your pouty lips, the writhe of your hips as you stalled at only a few inches deep only tightened his hold on your waist.
Kakashi rubbed soothing circles against your soft tummy, letting you bounce on half of his length as your tight pussy unfurled like a blooming rose. Each descent was easier than the last, the stinging burn of being stretched overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling him deep inside.
You blushed under his heated stare, the one that spoke of carnal thoughts but was softened by the equally pretty blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Teeth sunk deep into your lip, embarrassed by the lewd noises that were close to escaping your throat.
Kakashi gripped your chin, pulling you down so he could kiss you soundly. It was a clash of teeth, a war of tongues that swirled and fought to come out on top, interrupted by the guttural sound as you finally â finally â came to rest flush against Kakashiâs hips.
âThatâs it, princess. So tight for me. You feel me here?â he asked, pressing a hand against the slight bulge on your stomach from the angle of your body.
You writhed like a snake, hissing and whimpering through the deep kiss against your cervix. Clenching around his thick cock, catching every intimate spot with practised precision.
It was slow and intimate.
Both hot and intense â lovemaking and primal sex.
Hips faltered from their rhythmical bounce, losing tempo as fatigue set in. Kakashi kneaded at your butt, spreading the cheeks as he dug his fingers into your yielding plush flesh. He took over, fucking up into your pussy that gripped him so tightly, trying to fix him in place and milk him dry.
Your sweaty face pressed into the crook of his neck, a hand on either side of his face to keep you from pressing your weight against his torso and he cursed his injured body. His hips drove harder, making to demonstrate that he was no weakling, he could still fuck you dumb and that was his intention.
Planting his feet on the mattress, he raised his knees and pressed kisses to your cheek, âlean back princess, I gotcha.â
You were as limp as a noodle yet you managed to press your back against his thighs. You gifted him a perfect view, captured by the bright flare of the Sharingan â sweat-soaked smooth skin, breasts moist from his saliva and where his cock disappeared into your pretty pussy.
âLove you Kashi â love you so much,â you slurred.
Silver hair fell into his eyes as he fixed you with a tender smile, linking your fingers to give you the added stability from his arms. His hips snapped upwards and you yelped in surprise, head lolling back as he didnât dare to give you even a second reprieve.
âI love you too y/n.â
Kakashi drove into you like a man possessed. His butt contracted with every stroke, tightness flooding his belly and making the wet smack of his heavy balls against your ass sound so lewd in the dark room. The precipice approached, your walls squeezing the life out of him as your keening noises reached a crescendo that only animals would be able to hear.
âCum for me princess,â he coaxed, releasing one hand to let his thumb rub feverishly at your achingly sensitive nub. He wasnât prepared for your orgasm to knock the breath from his lungs. You exploded like the most spectacular firework â it truly was a sight to behold.
Kakashi gritted his teeth in a desperate attempt to hold off his own release but it was too much. The vice-like grip on this pulsing dick, the heavenly sight of your blissful expression along with your panting chants of his name were too much for him to hold back.
Warm, comforting heat spread throughout your body. You were distantly aware of Kakashiâs orgasm, sensing the hot flood of milky cum that coated your walls and lowly moaning at how it tried to dribble from your still stuffed pussy.
Slowly, you returned to earth.
Grounded by your anchor that was the silver-haired honey lying beneath you. He rubbed your soft stomach, thumbs tracing your sides as he twitched in your tight hold. Each time made you jolt a little, a small giggle cooling the air that was heavy and sticky with the scent of sex.
âYou know,â Kakashi purred, fixing you with his steel grey eye, âyou still havenât bathed me yetâŚâ
He grunted as you unseated yourself, head falling to his thighs as your supple, boneless body melded into the sheets. You grinned at him from your position, watching his softening cock twitch in the thick sheen of your combined essence.
âHow about an extra special kind of bath?â
The answering smile was wicked, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you took him in a firm hold and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his sensitive cock.
âYouâre so good to me. Better than I deserve. Will â will you stay?â he asked in utter reverence.
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Warning(s): Some angst, profanity and maybe some spoilers?
Note: any Ino, Sakura or Hinata slander will result in a block, this isnât meant to make any of them villains so if you have something nasty to say about the girlies then youâre not welcome here :) This is just angst, none of this shit is cannon and shouldnât be taken seriously. ALSO I read this over quickly so donât be afraid to message me about any grammar or spelling errors!! It helps me out so much and I wonât take it to heart!!!!!!
âAs long as you return, you have my permissionâ
The sixthâs words echoed through my mind as I stood at the edge of my bed. I had been home in Kumogakure for three months now and it was time to return to Konohagakure- and I was dreading it. I sighed as I looked over my things, making sure everything was there for the tenth time. I slowly zipped my bag closed as I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. I had really enjoyed my time back home and boy was I going to miss it- in fact, I didnât want to leave at all. Iâd much rather stay here and ignore the mess waiting back in the leaf for me. My brows raised as my head turned towards the opening door as my brother Omi pops his head in. âReady? Karui is waiting for us outside!â I smiled widely at the boy as I remembered. Karui and Omi had offered to travel back to the leaf with me and help me settle down. When I had first suddenly appeared at the gates of my home village with my deep eye bags and fatigued figure, Karui and Omi were not happy to learn what had happened.
âThat fucking idiot! He thinks he can treat you like this? Look at your face (Y/N)! Iâll beat his to a bloody pulp! I did it once- Iâll do it again!â Karui fumed as Omi held onto me with a deep scowl on his face when he suddenly spits out his lollipop cursing, âNo one treats my sister like this. Iâm taking you home and then Iâm going after him. Fuck the peace treaty-â I held up my hand, having heard enough from both of them. âNo. We canât break a peace treaty just because a boy hurt my feelings. Iâm back now and I just want to spend time with you two, you know? Youâre the two most important people in my life, Iâll be okay.â Omi pulls me closer as Karui smiles, coming to my other side while placing her arm under Omiâs. âLetâs get you home. Okay?â I smiled back, nodding my head as I let them lead me home.Â
I was pulled from my thought at the sound of the door clicking shut. Shaking my head, I pulled the bag off the bed and onto my back, preparing myself for hell that was waiting for me. Wrapping my hand around the handle of the door, I paused- quickly glancing at the trashcan full of crumbled up paper in the corner of my bedroom. The stems of wilted flowers peaking through the gaps. I force myself to open the door and I rush out the house, coming into contact with an annoyed Omi and an⌠overly happy Karui? I raised my brow at the girl.Â
âWhats got you so happy?â I questioned her, placing a hand on my hip. Omi quickly smirked, âOh sheâs happy to go see her little- or should I say big, boy toy.â He snorts out, finding humor in embarrassing Karui for once. The comment granted him a smack on head from Karui who was wide eyed and slightly embarrassed. âHeâs not my boy toy- idiot!â she shouts at my twin as he nursed the back of his head, but that didnât stop Omi.Â
âOh! I forgot! Heâs your boyfriend.â andddd now they were fighting.
âGuys! I canât believe that Iâm the one say this but- we have to go, we can chat about Karuiâs new man on the way.â I smiled at them as they separated, slightly curious about who they were arguing about. Karui gave Omi one last smack before turning to me. âHow do you survive being related to that one?â pointing at my brother. Omi quickly straightens up and crosses his arms. âWho wouldnât want to be related to me? Iâm great!â I rolled my eyes at them. âKarui, youâre basically our sister at this point, welcome to the shit show.â I smiled as I walked up to them, jumping to the tips of my toes as I threw my arms around their shoulders, forcing us to walk. âIâm so happy you two are traveling back with me!â I cheered excitedly, I needed some people in my corner- even if it was just for a week. Omi turned his head to me and grinned. âYeah, Samui is going to take my place guarding the Raikage for the week.â He happily replied.
I was grateful for their old teammate. Samui was a capable kunoichi and I was sure she would be fine taking Omiâs place for the week. I smiled in response, slightly tightened my grip around their shoulders. On the outside, I was keeping it together and I thought I was doing a pretty good job. On the inside though.. I was scared and tense. I looked up, squinting from the bright sun shining down on my little group as we made our way to the leaf and I let out the tiniest sigh.
âMy legs are killing me.â Omi complained as we neared the end of our journey. It was about a five day trip considering the amount of breaks we took- and the fact that I was in no hurry to be back in the leaf. I smiled tiredly at my brother, tilting my head a bit. âI know, but look- I can see the gates!â The two familiar figures in view, but they didnât seem to notice us approaching. We continued to advance on them until we could hear their conversation.
âGate keeping Is so boring! We should ask Lord Hokage for something fun!â Kotetsu yells, raising his hand up in a fist. Izumo shakes his head bringing his other hand up and wrapping it around Kotetsuâs fist in an attempt to calm the goofball down. âBut guarding the gate and the villagers of Konoha is the best mission we could possibly get!â He yells back, trying to encourage Kotetsu to take more pride in their jobs. Karui, Omi and I glance at each other with furrowed brows and widened eyes as they stand together basically holding hands. Were we intruding on something? I cleared my throat, smiling at the boys as they quickly snatched their hands back. They scramble away from each other before recognizing me.
â(Y/N)!â They screamed in unison, I stiffened as they embraced me. I let out a deep sigh. These two idiots.. missed them though.
I gave in, hugging the two Leaf gate keepers in return. âYou left so abruptly!â Kotetsu whined. âYeah, and youâve been gone for three months!â Izumo adds. I giggled at their goofiness as I try to pry the two of them off. âIâm back now! You two can let go now.â They donât budge. âIzumo. Kotetsu. Seriously, Let me go. I need to go see the Hokage. I was gone for three months, remember?â I stress to the two chĹŤnin clinging to my arms. They let go, apologizing and making me promise them that Iâd stop by the JĹnin Standby Station to visit, I hesitantly agreed, vividly remembering gagging as I watched Kotetsu inhale an entire container of plain syrup the first and last time I visited the place.
I turned and waved to them as the three of us walk through the gates, Kotetsu and Izumo recognizing Omi and Karui from preview visits. âThose two are a trip.â Karui mentions as I turn to face the direction we were walking in. âTell me about it. Theyâre really sweet once you get to know them though!â I replied, letting the last of my giggles slip out my lips. I let my eyes linger on the people of konoha, a smile gracing my face as I watch them calmly go about their day. A strange sense of peace passed through me. The village I had called my own for the last few years, the village that I had scurried out the gates of, was somehow bringing me comfort- calling me home. The three us us walked in a comfortable silence as we made our way to the Hokageâs tower, a familiar path for all of us.
Omi holds the door open for Karui and I as we stepped into the Hokageâs presence. We all bowed our heads in respect to him. âLord Sixthâ I spoke out greeting the man, slightly angling my head back up to meet his gaze. Kakashi was leaning forward on his forearms, hands intertwined looking⌠bored? He arched an eyebrow at me, before letting out a bored sigh.
âThree months can make a person forget a lot, huh? Please drop the formalities.â
I smiled, âYes, Kakashi Sensei.â I correct myself, the three of us straightening up to address the Hokage. He eyes Omi and Karui, the gears grinding in his head as he remembers the notable cloud shinobiâs standing beside me. âAhâ he starts, âYou have bought company along for the long journey, yes?â He questions, giving a small nod in their direction. I shake my head, âYes, you remember Omi and Karui right? They fought in the war and have been here multiple times on cloud business. Theyâve come to help me settle back in.â I confirm.
Kakashi leans back nodding his head as he motioned to Shikamaru. âSee to it that (Y/N) is informed on the status of the leaf.â He says seriously. I furrow my brows- that didnât sound too good, I thought the shinobi world was at peace? I snap out of my thoughts as I turn to Omi and Karui, motioning for them to wait for me outside the building.
I turned back to face Shikamaru, raising a brow as he gestures for me to follow him. I hadnât forgotten that he was on that faithful mission as well. I silently walked beside him, throwing him a few side eye glances, as we exited the Hokageâs office. He stuck his hands in his pockets and let out his usual deep sigh before explaining to me that the shinobi world wasnât as peaceful as I thought it was.
I pushed the doors to the building open, the sunlight hitting my static face. I was on edge, as I uneasily walked back to Omi and Karui. Did I just put my brother and my best friend in danger? I was starting to undestand why the leaf wanted to keep me here. Omi was the first to notice me approaching, his smile drops as he looked at me sideways. âAre you okay? You look a little space out there sis.â He asks as Karui brings a hand up to her hip as she makes her own observation, âYeah, you good?â she adds. I shake off my thoughts as I give them a reassuring smile, gripping the straps to my book-bag a bit tighter, using my hand to shield my eyes from the sun.
âWe should probably make our way to my place- and be prepared, itâs probably dusty as hell. Itâs been vacant for three months.â My shoulders drag down as I think of how stale the two bedroom apartment was going to be. Omi slaps a hand to his forehead groaning, âI didnât sign up to do your spring cleaning!â bracing himself as Karui threatens to smack him- again. âShe left in a hurry, remember?â Karui spits at Omi. Oh no. I groaned out loud, throwing my head back as I rolled my eyes. âKarui, you promised you wouldnât cause any trouble with..â I trailed off as I still struggled to say his name. She shrugged, waving a hand at me, âIâm not gonna beat him up again!â I let go a breath of relief, âIf the blonde dumbass keeps his goddamn distance.â She ends with a smug smile. In reality, I knew that Karui had no chance against Naruto- but that surely wouldnât stop her from trying on my behalf. The way Naruto is, he might let her do it- again, but I couldnât handle the drama. âIf I donât get to a bed soon, my legs are going to fall off! What will you guys do when I donât have legs, huh?â Omi interrupts us with his complaints. Karui rolls her eyes at her her former teammate, âListening to your wild imagination makes me tired.â She sighs, âLetâs go then.â I nod my head, leading the way to my apartment.Â
As I turned the doorknob I smiled to myself. I remembered how excited I was when I had finally saved up enough to purchase it from going on missions. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open, preparing myself for the messy apartment I had left behind. I fully stepped into the apartment, snatching the key from the door as I looked around in surprise. The apartment was⌠clean? I furrowed my brows. I knew I was in no condition to clean for weeks before I left, so why was everything suddenly in place? Omi sidesteps me and enters the apartment, followed by Karui, who was also looking around. âI thought you said it would be a mess?â He questioned. âLooks fine to me.â He adds, holding his lollipop in his hand as he points around. I shrug my shoulders. âI guess it wasnât as bad as I thought. Karui you can have the guest room- Omi the couch has a pull out.â I commanded as I moved to my bedroom in a rush. Now I knew it should be a wreck, I was throwing everything around for fucks sake.
I walk into the room and my eyes widen, It was clean as well- however, some things were strangely out of place. Someone had absolutely been here. I glance at the bed, one side unmade. Yeah someone was here for sure. I drop my bag by the door as I stretch my tired limbs and start to make my way towards the bathroom when it caught my eye. The desk. I approached it and looked at the papers scattered across it with a questioning expression, I surely didnât do this. I pick up a piece examining it. it was.. a letter? or at least the start of one. I placed the paper down as I looked at the messy handwriting and the name at the top- my name actually and it clicked. I closed my eyes, Naruto. He had been here. The clean apartment, the letters, his side of the bed unmade.Â
I think back to my room in the Cloud, the trashcan full of flowers and the letters. All of them from Naruto. He sent me letters everyday and in return, I crumpled them up and threw them in the trash, not bother to give them a second glance. What more did he have to say to me? I grab the trashcan beside my desk and use one arm to sweep all the paper into the bin, cleaning off the desk. I walk over to my bed and make the side that no longer belonged to him. After getting rid of all traces of the boy, I finally make my way to the bathroom to clean myself from the long trip. The fear of Shikamaruâs words creeping in the back of my mind as I scrub the dirt from my skin.
I came out my room refreshed, clean and starving. Omi and Karui had seen to getting themselves clean as well. âWe should go out to eat!â I suggest to them, I knew there was nothing in that fridge. Omi smirks as Karui crosses her arms. âActually- Karui here has plans, with her man.â he teases the annoyed girl. I smiled, Karui might be embarrassed, but I was really happy for her and whoever she was seeing. Omi continues, âYou wouldnât mind if (Y/N) and I intruded on your little dinner date, huh?â Karui rolls her eyes, âItâs not a date.â
âThen itâs settled, (Y/N) and I will be joining you two love birds!â
A gentle breeze blew across my face as I walked beside Omi and Karui. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didnât even notice the familiar path we were walking in. Karui came to an abrupt stop and I finally turned my gaze up to look at our location. The small brown building adorn with sturdy wooden stools caused my eyes to widen, Ramen Ichiraku. I snap my head back to Karui, just who in the hell was she seeing? I take in the familiar appearances of the people sitting, their backs facing us on the stools and I start to panic. No, no, no. God Karui! what the fuck?
âChĹji!â I hear Karui shout as she went to embrace him and I had to consciously fight keep my mouth from dropping open. Sheâs dating ChĹji? Now where did that come from? I mean heâs a great kid and all- actually one of the nicest guys in the leaf but when in the hell did they even connect? Omi made his way up the stand greeting Kiba and Lee, starting up a conversation with them, but I was still I felt like I had missed an entire chapter as I stood outside thinking back to every time she had visited. When did this happen! Not to mention, where thereâs a ChĹji, thereâs a Shikamaru, and where thereâs a Shikamaru, thereâs a-
âYouâre back.â
Thereâs a Naruto..Â
I closed my eyes a forced myself to inhale, glancing over at Karui entirely annoyed as I bring a hand up to squeeze my temple. She said she wouldnât cause issues if Naruto kept his distance, but failed to mention that she was running around with one of his childhood best friends!Â
âYouâve been gone for so long..â
I hear the rough voice behind me speak up again. I look forward as everyone is occupied, eat and talking. I turned to face the blonde, annoyance written all over my face, still silent. â(Y/N)â He repeats and I roll my eyes. âI heard you the first time, Naruto.â He ignored my snarky reply and moved in close to me, bringing a hand to my cheek. âPlease tell me youâre back for good.â I furrowed my brows as I smack his hand off my face and huffed. âYeah, Iâm back for good- but trust me, If I had the choice Iâd never come back.â He shook his head, âThe Leaf is your home.â He says with confidence, I could tell he was annoyed with my statement. I let out a humorless laugh. âNo- the Leaf is your home, and those are your friends. That was made very clear to me.â I stepped into his space, sticking my finger in his chest. âBut I guess youâre kind of right. For a long time I thought that the Leaf was my home because loved you, and I thought you were my home, anywhere that you were was my home!â I stepped back in disgust. Naruto looked at me in distress, fumbling over his words. âWhat? Are you going to tell me that you missed me? Did you miss me on that mission? Did you miss me when you were falling in love with another woman? Tell me Naruto!â I demanded.
âAnd I know youâve been in my apartment, you can give me the key back. Ex boyfriends shouldnât have the key to your place.â I mumbled as he struggled to respond.Â
âI wrote to you everyday.â
âI donât care about your fucking letters!â I shouted. Everyone stopped their conversations and turned their attention to us. I turned my back to everyone crossing my arms, angry at him for approaching me and angrier at myself for getting worked up. I hear footsteps as I glance back and see Omi coming straight for Naruto. âBack away from my sister, idiot!â He growls as he steps between Naruto and I. âOmi itâs fine, we were just talking.â I tried to explain. âTalking? If just talking to him is making you this upset, then you two donât need to be speaking.âÂ
I could feel the tension rising as they both stepped closer together and I decided to step in. âGuys, back up. Itâs fine, letâs just go back to my apartment-â but Omi interrupts me, âItâs not fine. Iâm not gonna let this asshole make my sister cry anymore than he has.â I had enough, they needed to just- shut up! placing my hand on my hip, I open my mouth to express my distaste for the situation when the screams reached my ears. My head snapped to Shikamaru- who was already out of his seat, his words from earlier racing through mind as I naturally took a fighting stance, clenching my fist with a sense of uneasiness seeping into my veins.
For fucks sake, why did I ever step foot back into this place?
I sat in the stiff plastic chair, eyes closed as the steady sound of the machines filled my ears. I squeezed the hand in mine and I slowly opened my eyes.âThank god youâre okay.â I mumble out rubbing circles on the back of my twins hand, ignoring my own throbbing head and sore ribs. The turning of the knob caught my attention as I sniffled and turned my body.
âKarui,â I spoke softly, smiling as I gesture her closer, standing and wrapping an uninjured arm around the red headed kunoichi. âIâm so happy youâre safe, I wouldnât forgive myself if you werenât.â I confess, my eyes welling up. âThis is my fault,â I inhale deeply as I look to Omi. âIâm a big girl, a god damn Kunoichi, I shouldâve came back myself- Karui Iâm so sorry.â She shakes her head, tightening her grip around me.
â(Y/N), If you think for a minute that Omi and I would ever let you face anything alone, then youâre wrong. Big girl or not.â She states searching my eyes. âOmi is your brother, he would do anything to make sure youâre safe.â I ponder on her reassuring statement for a minute. She was right- family first but I couldnât shake the guilty feeling, he followed me here. I shook my head.
âIt was a mistake bringing you two here,â I shoot a glance at Omi as he laid peacefully in his bed. âWhen Omi wakes up, Iâm going to speak with the Hokage. Weâre going back to the cloud- for good. Even if that means I have to retire from my duties as a Kunoichi.â I whisper the last part, grabbing Omiâs hand once again as I take a deep breath. I loved being a Kunoichi, but I loved my brother more. My mind starts to wonder when I realized that Karui was awfully quiet.
â(Y/N), I canât.â
I let out a short chuckle, âItâs okay Karui, being a Kunoichi isnât everything to life. Iâll be okay.â I tried to reassure her that I would be okay if that decision had to be made. She slowly shook her head as she spoke again. âNo, I meant that I canât leave.â I froze, immediately dropping Omiâs hand as I gaze up at her. âWhat do you mean you canât leave? You donât even live here!â I ask her, confused at her sudden change in demeanor.
âChĹji wants to marry me-â She starts as I cut her off, âOkay? He is free to move to the Cloud. I donât see the Issue here. And when did he have time to propose!â but she shook her head at me. âHeâs slated to become the sixteenth head of his clan, he canât leave (Y/N). Iâm going to move here.â I snap my eyes shut as her words rang through my head. I could hear her speaking but I didnât bother to make out any of the words, I felt sick. I felt like I was being pulled from both sides, like there was no escape from my hell.
I slowly nod my head in response after a while, âI understand Karui.â How could I be mad? I pulled the same stunt with Naruto. I fully turn to her, âI want you to be happy and if ChĹji does that for you, then I support it. Iâm happy for you,â I sighed. âBut I canât leave Omi alone, Iâm going back to our Village- no matter what it takes.â I conclude. The silence in the room overtaking me as I tuned back into the steady beating of the machines.
âYou know itâs okay to miss him, right?âÂ
I gently stretch my arms out- groaning a bit from the pain in my ribcage, pulling myself from the chair while rising to my full height. I pat the railing of Omiâs bed before turning to face her. âI think I miss myself more.â I smile nudging her softly as I motioned towards the door. âWe should grab something to eat, he should be up soon and the way he talks, we wonât have a chance to eat for a while.â And with that we went in search for a meal.
I walked down the hall, cup of coffee in hand as I made my way back to Omiâs ward. Karui had left to visit with ChĹjiâs family. She was hesitant to go but I assured her that Omi and I would be fine. I hummed as my eyes spot a vending machine tucked into the corner of the hallway, just calling my name. I know I had just eaten at the cafeteria with Karui but hospital food was so.. mediocre. There was no way I was leaving this hospital without Omi so this vending machine was just what I needed. I scurry up to the machine, my eyes scan the options as I swirl the cup of coffee in my hands. I made my decision, quickly shoving my bill into the slot- only for the machine to spit it right back out at me.
What the- oh come on! I go through hell and back- for christ sake I just want a fucking bag of chips and now I canât even have that? After several attempts at trying to force the bill through the slot I have up with a huff. Maybe it was a sign. I another take a sip of my coffee and continue my walk back to the room. The hospital seemed to have calmed, the two nights before it was chaotic. People of all kinds being rushed in with injuries left and right. It was a lot to handle, but the medical staff here was amazing and I was thankful to them for helping Omi.
I had just rounded the corner when I spotted him. Whiskered cheeks covered in bandages, messy blonde hair and bruised knuckles gripping the handle. He seemed hesitant to enter the room, consumed in his own thoughts as he debated with himself. But I was hesitant too, should I let him figure it out himself or approach the boy? Kauriâs words tumbled through my mind, âyou know itâs okay to miss him, right?â and miss him I did. As much as I didnât want to admit it, he was apart of me and if I missed myself, I missed him too.
I down the rest of my coffee, biting the bullet as I made my approach. âHave you come to visit?â the suddenness of my voice startling him, as he turned to face me. His wild blue eyes examining my body from head to toe, searching me for injuries. His his lingering at the bandages adorning my forehead and taking notice of the leg I was favoring.
âYouâre injured,â He starts, but I shake my head. âIâm fine, Iâve been worse.â I could tell my words gave him no comfort as he turns his head to peer through the small window on Omiâs door. âHeâll be fine as well, really Naruto- weâre fine.â I confirm as the silence swallows the both of us. I look down at the empty coffee cup as I avoid his vivid blue gaze. He forces out a frustrated breath of air. âStill, youâre hurt because of me and If I wasnât such an idiot, your brother wouldnât of even been here.â The words rang through my ears as I glanced up with a confused expression. âNo- I brought Omi here, that was my mistake and mine alone. Karui as well.â I correct him, but he didnât accept that answer.
âIf I wasnât a shit boyfriend, then you wouldâve never stepped foot out the village.â
I sat there for a moment before finally catching his gaze with my own. âNo arguments here..â I whispered, âBut weâll be back in the Cloud soon, no worries.â His eyebrows shot up at the statement, panic visibly filling his body. âYouâre leaving? Again? You canât, I just got you back!â The words quickly tumbled out of his mouth. I was shocked, âI canât keep having the same conversation with you. We havenât been to together in months! We were done the night you came back with that stupid fucking scarf and I shouldâve just left that night!â I sneer back at the blonde. âWe argue every time we speak, itâs tiring. Not to mention it kinda fucking hurts.â.
His usual stubbornness making its appearance as he refused to accept what he had done. âYou canât leave again, no matter what you say youâre apart of the leaf, we need you here! You belong here! This is your village (Y/N)!â He throws in my face. I was shocked- and angry, actually the more I pondered on it, the angrier I got. âThis is not my village, and you are not my boyfriend, so you donât get to patronize me! Youâre not upset about me leaving the village, youâre upset because Iâm leaving you.â I was done talking about this, I just wanted to go sit by my brothers bedside.
âNaruto, move.â I demand, tossing my empty cup at the trash can beside the door. I place a hand to my hip as he makes no motion to leave, a repeat of our last argument at my apartment. I let out a humorless laugh, âOkay, Iâll play your stupid little game,â I step closer to him, lifting my head to meet his eyes. âSo what, I stay and what?â I go to make a motion between the two of us when he snatches my hand.
âIâm an idiot, okay? Iâll not afraid to admit it. I can save the fucking Shinobi world and still be clueless. I havenât got a clue on how to fix this!â He shouts, his grip on my hand unwavering. âShe told me she loved me, and at some point in my life I think I really did love her- but I didnât understand it and I let it go to waste.â
âAnd that waste was on me, huh?â His eyes widened as his grip wavered. Taking this as an opportunity, I pulled my hand out his grasp while shoving my way around him. I finally set foot into the room, turning back to face him. âYou know I waited for you. I fucking waited for weeks! I withered away in my apartment just waiting for you to tell me it was a fluke. That I was enough for you- how pathetic.â I shake my head as I reach for the door handle, âI guess you just ran out of time.â
A/n: Sorry for the delay! Wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this but it came to me in the shower (as all good ideas do). Hope you enjoy it! This story is far from over.
Summary: You attend the group training session where, to your dismay, Kakashi is in attendance.
Word Count: 1800
Warnings: fem!reader, SFW (but won't be in future chapters), violence, angst
Fanart!: Please check out this fanart inspired by this fic by the talented @szamasza <3
If this training session goes like any other typical training session, you are in for a long one. Training usually begins around mid-day and lasts several hours until everyone feels like theyâre on the brink of death. Then, when face down in the dirt, Asuma tries to convince everyone to head to the bar on the main street that gives discounts to shinobi. After a few minutes of resounding Iâm-too-tireds and maybe-next-times, everyone gives in and spends the remainder of the night into the next morning crammed in a booth getting absolutely sloshed.
This night was like any other night, except not because your anxiety was at an all-time high.
Kakashi showed up about an hour into training, aloof as ever. You were deep in your spar with Genma when you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Genma must have noticed your distraction, as he didnât hesitate to spit his senbon at you with full force. Luckily you were refocused in less than a second and caught it between your fingers.
âNice try, buddy,â you teased him, âItâs going to take more than that to throw me off.â
Genma raised his eyebrow at you. âI donât know, (y/n), you seemed a little distracted,â he teased.
And just like that, you were back at each otherâs throats.
Kakashi ended up finding a spot sparing Gai. Typical of him, as usually Gai is the only one who can keep up ability-wise. Although, Kakashi hasnât seen how much youâve grown and a part of you is hoping youâll get a chance at him. You still have yet to use your chakra sword-whip, your most brutal weapon, in front of your fellow shinobi. Itâs remained in its sheath strapped across your back, waiting to be used against the most brutal opponent.
âAlright, alright,â Genma pants, curled up on the ground holding his left side where you just landed a forceful kick, âPlease show me some mercy, (y/n).â
âOnly if you admit that Iâm a better shinobi than you in every way,â you say smugly, crossing your arms across your chest.
âYes, you are a better shinobi than me in every way. You're stealthy, quick, strong, intelligent, adaptable, beautiful, and, most of all, kind. Which is why youâll give me my senbon back.â He pleas, still laying on the ground with his hand out to you.
âMmm, fine,â you tease, pulling the senbon from your hair where you used it to hold it in a bun. âIt does make a great hair accessory though. I think I might have to get one for myself.â You help Gemma back up to his feet and stick the metal needle back into his mouth.
He gives you a smirk, still grasping onto your hand. âYou should see my collection. I have at least two hundred of these,â he boasts, taking the senbon out of his mouth to twirl it in his fingers. âIâll make sure to pick one out for you.â
âI would be honored.â You smile warmly, squeezing his hand.
At this moment you could sense a set of eyes staring at you from the other side of the training field. Well, one eye, you should say, as Kakashi is staring directly at you while he holds Gai in a headlock. His expression is unreadable as his eyes flicker from you to Genma and then back to you. You could swear that you saw his shoulders drop a bit before he brought his attention back to Gai who is currently struggling to breathe in his grasp.
âKa-ka-shi-ple-ase-le-t-me-go-â Gai gasps, holding onto Kakashiâs arms currently wrapped around his neck. Kakashiâs eyes widen when his attention is brought back to his opponent and he immediately releases Gai from his grasp. With a thud, Gai drops to the floor and sucks in one big breath.
âAre you trying to kill him?!â Kurenai yells as she runs to tend to Gai who is sitting on the ground rubbing his neck. Everyone else on the field stops what theyâre doing when they notice the commotion and circle around Gai wondering what happened.
âIâm sorry-â Kakashi starts, hands back in his pockets still staring at Gai wide-eyed.
âApologies are unnecessary my rival!â Gai cuts in, still gasping for air. âFlashes of my youth came to me as I was falling out of consciousness. It reminded me how much there is to live for. I thank you for the near-death experience, Kakashi!â Gai quickly recovers and stands up, dusting the dirt from his green jumpsuit. âYou win this round, but I wouldnât get used to it!â Gai challenges, holding out a hand for Kakashi to shake.
âDamn, Kakashi.â Genma starts, a smug smile pulling at his mouth. âThe Anbu made you a pretty ruthless fighter, huh? I didnât realize friend-killer Kakashi applied to us too.â
You could hear everyone in the circle try to hold in their gasps after registering Genmaâs statement. Kakashiâs whole body stiffened and you could see the appearance of a grimace form under his mask. He is visibly uncomfortable. Yet, instead of looking at Genma who just addressed him, he is looking at you.
You suck in a breath, feeling terrible for Kakashi. Rumors spread, nicknames are formed, itâs all a part of being a shinobi. But âfriend-killer Kakashiâ is on a whole other level of petty.
That jerk.
âAre you fucking kidding me, Genma?â You turn to him and yell. âWhat makes you think you can say shit like that?â
âOh câmon!â Genma retorts. âWe were all thinking it! This is the first time heâs been back training with us since the Anbu. Youâve heard what people have said about him. Iâm surprised one of us isnât already dead!â
This time no one was able to hold in their reactions as gasps escaped everyone in the circle.
You are fuming.
âActually, Genma, the only one you should be worried about killing you is me because I am a second away from shoving that stupid senbon down your throat.â You take a step forward, challenging him.
âHey, hey,â Genma retreats, taking a step back with his hands up in defense. âI was just trying to look out for us, for you especially. I mean out of all of us, you should be the most concerned. You know, with the whole situation that happened with Ri-â
You close the gap between you and Genma in seconds, grabbing the collar of his vest, you yank the senbon from his mouth and hold it against his throat.
âIf you finish that sentence it will be the last words you ever speak.â You threaten. âYou have no idea what youâre talking about. You have no idea the details of what Kakashi has been through. What Rin went through. What I went through. It isnât your place to speak about a situation you know nothing of. So do us all a favor and shut up.â You let go of his vest and shove him back a couple steps.
âWow, damn, okay, sorry.â Genma apologizes, a hint of annoyance in his voice. âI was just joking around. Thereâs no need to be so serious about it, (y/n).â
âMy hand went through Rinâs heart,â Kakashi speaks up from his silence. âThereâs nothing to joke about.â
Hearing Kakashi speak this hard truth sends a sharp pain through your heart, and you instinctively grasp onto the part of your shirt lying over your chest.
You turn and look back at Kakashi, who meets your eyes.
Pain.
So much pain.
You turn to step towards him, but heâs already retreating from the circle.
âI think thatâs it for me today guys. Iâll catch you around another time.â Kakashi says as he turns away from the group giving you one last glance. Heading towards the forest, he reaches around to his pouch and pulls out his Icha Icha novel, bringing it in front of him to pick up where he left off.
After a few silent beats, Asuma claps his hands together to bring attention to him.
âSo,â he starts, âdrinks anyone?â
Everyone immediately becomes more relaxed now that the focus has shifted. You, on the other hand, are feeling so tense that you start to hear ringing in your ears. You get that Asuma is just trying to relieve the tension in the group, but you canât help but be annoyed that heâs trying to move on from what just happened so quickly.
Kurenai meets your gaze and can read your annoyance. She gives you a pleading look that says drop it for now, (y/n).
Everyone in the circle, including Genma, give a resounding âyesâ and head in the opposite direction of Kakashi back towards the village. You're left alone standing in the middle of the grounds as they make their way out.
â(Y/n), are you coming?â Kurenai calls out to you.
You contemplate for a second and begin to wave her off.
âI think Iâm going to stay here for a minute. You guys go on ahead, Iâll meet up with you later,â you reply. Honestly, you have no intention of getting back together with them, as any place where Genma is hanging out is the last place you want to be.
âOkay,â Asuma shouts back at you, âwe will be at that one bar on main.â
âAs always.â you joke back, trying to sound light-hearted.
Once they are out of sight you turn to look back at the trees that Kakashi exited through. You have absolutely no idea where he could be headed to or how fast he could be traveling through the trees. It might be a waste of time to head out after him. After all, if Kakashi doesnât want to be found, you have no chance of finding him.
Feeling slightly defeated, you plop down to the ground and sit criss-cross in the dirt. You sit up straight and put both of your hands palm-up on each knee. Taking a deep breath in, you feel the breeze rustle through your hair. Taking a deep breath out, you hear the sound of the trees flowing in the wind.
If he wants to talk, he will come to me. In the meantime, I will meditate.
The next time you open your eyes, itâs dark out.
Damn, how many hours have passed?
You close your eyes.
More time passes.
The next time you open your eyes, Kakashi is sitting a few feet across from you mirroring your position.
His eyes are open.
As if your thoughts are mirroring each other as well, you both speak in unison.
Since the Battle of Hogwarts, a lot of things have changed for a lot of people.
Harry could finally live a normal life, Ron lost his brother, a lot of people have lost many loved ones but that hasnât stopped them from moving forward, even with the pain that they have to hold on to for the rest of lives.
The Battle has affected everyone, some more than others.
Draco hasnât been able to recover from it.
Since that day, he has been a changed man, his happiness disappearing when he became a Death Eater, since he was forced to choose the Dark Lordâs side and become one of his minions.
Being a Malfoy has a lot of qualities, he had a big mansion, a family that would have done anything to protect their son, even if it meant following the Dark Lord, the Malfoys intention was to protect one another, no matter the consequences, even if it meant betraying certain people.
Thatâs how I felt when we entered our sixth year at Hogwarts.
That year, Draco had barely written to me over the summer, worrying me while I sent out letters but he never responded so I hoped that all of that would change when we went back to school. Sadly, I was wrong.
I tried talking to him, sending him notes, waiting for him after Quidditch practice but I would fail everytime, wishing that he would at least give me an explanation until I finally got one, they day Harry and Draco fought in the bathroom, Harry leaving Draco on the ground, water and blood surrounding him.
When Professor Snape came to see to tell me about Draco, I ran to the infirmary, even though we were in a tough spot, I still loved him.
When I got to the infirmary, Draco was awake, surrounded by Pansy Parkinson, she was laughing, her hand on Dracoâs arm:
âPansy, can talk to Draco please, alone ?â I asked, anger seeping through my voice as she started leaving with a smile on her face.
âDraco, are you alright?â I will never forget what he did, he turned around, ignoring me, as if I wasnât in the room.
Anger boiled inside of me, rage finally coming out of me:
âDraco Lucius Malfoy, Iâm fed up of you acting this way towards me, I donât know what I have done for you to act this way but Iâm tired of fighting for us, I donât even know if thereâs an us any...â I will always remember, my breath hitched in my throat when I saw it, the Dark Mark on his arm:
âDraco, what...â that day I felt like I had lost someone, that I was mourning over someoneâs death. I remember Draco telling me that he would never be like his father and that he would fight, but he didnât go through his wishes.
He put his arm down and started sobbing, thatâs when I knew that it was over.
Dumbledore died that year, under the hand of Professor Snape and that year everything changed, Hogwarts was held by the Death Eaters, certain students deciding to go back to school but not us.
We all stayed at the Burrow during the summer, preparing for Bill and Fleurâs wedding but things didnât go to plan when a message from the Order was sent and that everything unravel.
We traveled far and wide to find the last horcruxes left and when we did, we went back to Hogwarts, hoping to find the last two horcuxes.
That night, when we went back to Hogwarts, Draco tried to convince me to leave but I couldnât leave the people I love behind.
We all lost loved one that night and I knew that I had lost Draco to the dark side that night until a few months later when we met again.
We had a good timme together, talking about our future and all.
We decided to try again, everything being so different now since the Dark Lord died, we thought, why not.
At first, we were happy, in love but then, it all changed.
Draco started having nightmares, the guilt clearly gnawing at him but one night, it was bad...
âDraco, come with us, darlingâ my mother said to me, holding her hand out
I look around, feeling them staring at me, observing me, wondering if I will go to her or not when I see Y/N.
Her face covered in bruises, her wand in her hand, her clothes ripped, her hair dishevelled, her eyes showing sadness and pain, pain that I had caused when I took my distances from her, when I showed her the dark mark on my arm.
âDraco, listen to your mother, itâs the right thing to do, unless you want to die like these muggle lovers â the Dark Lord adresses me, a smile on his face, staring at me
âDraco, donât do itâ I turn around, Y/N talking to meÂ
âYou said you wanted to be different, to be better, you never wanted to take this road, you are a good person Draco Malfoy, I know thatâ she finishes
I smile at her, taking her hand in mine:
âVery well then, I will take the thing that you love the mostâ the Dark Lord says, looking straight at Y/N
âWait, I-â
âAvada Kedavra !â
My eyes open suddenly, panting while I look around, finding myself in bed, Y/N beside me, peacefully sleeping, her breath slow and calm.
I wipe my forehead, sweat beading all over my body.
I get out of bed, putting on a shirt and heading to the balcony, my eyes wide awake.
The fresh air hits me, chills creeping up on me as I turn back, knowing that Y/N is still here, still alive and that it was all a dream, a nightmare, really.
I sit in a chair, rubbing my eyes and head, tears rolling down my cheeks.
I almost lost her during the Battle, I decided that day to leave her behind and she still loves me to this day.
I donât deserve her, I really donât deserve her:
âDraco, darling ?â I wipe my tears, lifitng my head up to find Y/N leaning against the window frame, wearing shorts, a tank top and covering herself with a light scarf:
âYou had a nightmare again ?â she asks, concern appearing on her sweet face
I donât say anything as I hear her move closer to me, taking my hands in hers as she sits on my lap, my head lying on her chest while she strokes my hair:
âY/Nâ I sayÂ
âYes my love ?â she asks
âWhy are we together ?â
âBecause I love youâ she repliesÂ
I lift her up and put her on the chair as I stand up, approaching the balcony and leaning on the rail
âYou shouldânt love me, I betrayed you, I lied to you , I ignored you, I hurt you, I joined my parents when I promised myself that I would never do such a thing, that I would never become like my parents and yet I didnât, I broke my promise to you by not doing so, I had to kill people that I know, some that I had appreciated at the time but it was my duty. Iâm a coward...â
I take a slight pause, taking a deep breath in:
âIâm a monster...â I whisper the end of my sentence, tears rolling down my cheeks once again, my head in between my hands.
I hear Y/N move out of the chair, her light footsteps coming closer when I feel her arms around me, making me jump of surprise but also making me tense. She puts her hands on my shoulder, rubbing them, making me relax:
âDraco, I canât stop myself from loving you, I have always loved you and I always will. I know that you had a different mindset about the Dark Side but you did what to had to do to protect yourself and the people you love. You did hurt me Draco but we were kids, we didnât know what to do or how to feel, we didnât know what was going to happen and at which degree. You arenât a monster Draco, I know you, you are kind, smart, gentle but you hide yourself by being mean to everyone. Itâs not too late to change that Draco, we have our whole lives ahead of ourselves...â she ends her phrase, turning me around to face herÂ
âI have loved you since third year and I thought to myself, he would never go for someone like me, a half-blood witch from *Y/H/H but when we would sneak off and meet at the astronomy tower late at night, I knew in those moments that I would always love you no matter what. What happened Draco is in the past, weâve all done bad things in the past but you can change that in the future by not making the same mistakes. You are a good man Draco, you just need to forgive your past self, move on and become someone better, it takes time but Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
A tear falls on her face but a smile reigns on her face, her eyes shining.
âI really donât deserve you, princess. I love youâ her forehead against mine, I graze her lips, kissing her longingly, with passion to prove to her how much I love her.Â
âI love you too, darling. Shall we go back to bed, we start early tomorrowâ she says, a yawn cutting her sentence
I take her hand as she leads me back to the bed. I sit on the side, taking my shirt off and lying on my side, Y/N putting her head on my chest, her hand caressing my chest:
âI love you Draco, always and forever, like we promisedâ
âI love you too Y/N, always and forever my loveâ I say before falling in a deep slumber...
Moving on After Fred Weasley Passes Away - Headcanon/Would Include
Warnings: This broke my heart to write):
You wouldnât cry much towards the beginning. Of course when the news hit a barricade of tears fell freely but after that, you learned how to bottle it all up. Everything was so unreal you werenât even sure if it what was real anymore.
Fred was your best friend, your other half, the love of your life.
After the Battle of Hogwarts youâd travel back to the Burrow with the Weasleyâs.
He was buried shortly after the Battle. His casket was a sleek black color and shined in the rain that fell. You placed a flower on the top of his casket and choked on a shaky sob. George stood behind you and his hand found itâs way into yours, giving you a squeeze of reassurance as he cried with you. You had never felt more lost in your life. Your fingers twiddled with the diamond band wrapped around your finger. It felt more like a piece of mockery, there to remind you everyday of what you could now never have.
Molly spent an entire week in the twinsâ bedroom. She didnât talk, hardly ate, just stared blankly at the wall next to Fredâs bed. He had pictures of his Hogwarts adventures taped to the wall and she had memorized every prospect of the photos so much she couldnât rid the image from her brain when she closed her eyes, but she didnât want to forget.
At the end of the week George entered his and Fredâs bedroom for the first time since the Battle. He spent an hour talking to his mother. You never did find out what he said, but you remember the burning visual of Molly exiting the room with reddened eyes full of heartbreak.
Ginny spent the nights sleeping in her room with you and cuddled against your chest, silently weeping to herself. Your presence made her feel close to her late brother, like he had never actually left.
George, Molly, and you would clean out Fredâs half of the room. It was full of tears and once happy now sad memories. Like the large maroon tie blanket you had made for Fred on your anniversary. Or the book on Magical Creatures that Fred had stolen on accident in Diagon Alley while he spied on you from behind a bookcase. You were shopping for all your school supplies and the redhead had torn from his family, catching glimpse of you in the robes shop and managed to follow you two stores later not wanting to leave you. You eventually caught him as he tripped over a pile of books, the binds of knowledge cascading to the floor with a crash. You smiled and helped him up while introducing yourself. The rest was history.
Arthur stood in the doorway of the room watching the three of you clean. Deep aging wrinkles indented his forehead making him appear older than he really was. His face was long, drowning in sorrow. He didnât say a word, just watched.
Ginny cried alone in her room. Harry tried to comfort her but his success was no avail. She locked herself away for three days, lost in a sea of depression.
Ron turned to Harry and Hermione who welcomed him with open arms. He was the first to open up after his older brotherâs death.
You stayed at the Burrow for a almost three weeks before flying to France. You choice was rash but you needed to get away. Molly understood and wished you well. You didnât know how long you would be gone but you hoped it would give you some time to come to terms with the heartbreak you were experiencing.
Fred used to tell you when you were in school together that he always dreamed of going to France. He never knew why. He was rubbish at speaking French and had no idea how heâd survive, but it was a dream of his.
Percy, Bill, and Charlie all stayed at the Burrow for a month or so. Their hearts ached at the lose of their younger brother.
George⌠George no longer felt like himself. It was as if a part of himself was missing, torn from his soul. He dragged through the dayâs, closing down the shop for a while. After spending two weeks at the Burrow he moved back to the apartment above Weasley Wizard Wheezes that Fred and him shared. The second he walked through the door he broke down. Tears splashed against his cheeks as he finally let all his emotions pour out. He called you, practically begging you to keep him company.
Of course you obliged and flew back home immediately. You lived with Fred in the apartment too. It was your home as well and you had been putting off going back to the apartment as much as possible. The home held so many items from your past involving Fred and you. Where he proposed to you, where you had you first blow up fight, where you had you first time together, where you had the million of talks about your future together, and so much more. Â
This made Molly feel a little better when she heard you would be staying with George for a while. She hated the thought of George being all along right after losing his best friend, his twin, his other half.
You left France still clutching a box full of Fredâs belonging. A heavy feeling invaded your heart. You took a train to London after landing then joined George at the shop.
The minute the door swung open Georgeâs arms were thrown around your frame as he pulled you into a tight embrace. The barrier you had been working so hard to uphold, crumbled at his touch. Not because you felt you could finally let go of all the emotions being kept inside. No, you cried because Georgeâs embrace reminded you of Fredâs. The way his hold tighten as you sobbed mirrored Fredâs actions identically. Your chest ached as you came to realize you future with Fred was gone. Georgeâs salty tears splashed on the crown of your head.
The first week barely any words at all were exchanged. You would mumble a small âgood morningâ to each other during breakfast but that was usually it.
George spent the days in his room and the nights at a bar across the street. This continued on for a week until you confronted him. You waited up all night, worried sick. He stumbled in around three in the morning, eyes brimming red, breath stenching strong from alcohol.
âGeorge Weasley, what the hell?â You would screeched. His eyes snapped up at you resembling a deer caught in headlights. His gazed quickly fell to the floor as he shut the house door and brushed past you. You yelled after him making him halt in his path,
âGeorge pease just talk to me! I know this is hard for you, believe me I do. He was your brother. You two have never been apart so I canât even begin to imagine what youâre going through. George Iâm here for you and you can talk to me because I lost him too. You did everything with Fred, you two started this business together and we both know he just wants you to be happy again. Please⌠just try, George. Try for me, try for Fred. Please. I just want to be here for you. If thereâs something I did. If you hate me-â Your voice broke at the end and your knees gave up. Crashing to the floor a echoing cry invaded the air. George stood motionless watching you fall apart before his eyes. He could almost hear Fred scolding him and urging him to act. Fred would want George to comfort you, Fred would want you two to be there for each other.
George hesitantly crossed the room and bent to your level. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of messy hair from your face. Glancing up at him you started in to question him but George beat you around the bush. He seemed half sobered up and shook his head.
âY/n⌠itâs not you, I swear. Youâre the most purest human being in the entirety of the world, please donât think that way. Every moment you and Fred were together I could never shake that from my mind, how perfect you are. But god Y/n every time I see you I think of my brother. He loved you more than anything in this world and I know he would hate me right now for not being there for you. I feel like Iâve let him down and that hurts more than anything. I see Fred everytime I look in the mirror, everytime I see the pictures on the fridge, everytime I walk into the shop, everytime I come home and everytime I see you.â
His words took you by storm but for once, it made sense. You had been sleeping in Fred and your bed, helping start the shop back up (mainly by yourself), and it probably didnât help that you had been stealing items of Fredâs clothing, just wanting to be close to him again. For the first time since the Battle, you admitted the burden youâd been holding inside.
âI wish I couldâve saved him. If I wasnât distracted by the helping that student- if I would have been paying more attention to Fred⌠heâd still be here.â You quivered. Georgeâs eye soften and he shook his head.
âY/n you know no one couldâve stopped what happen. Iâve spent every night laying awake wondering if I couldâve changed something. Iâm not sure what god planned this, or if there even is one, but Y/n we had no control over this.â His arms locked around you pulling you against his chest. His lips planted against your forehead sweetly covering you in a blanket of comfort.
You spent the rest of the night in Georgeâs arm. You shared memories of Fred, some sweet, some funny, and some that made you cry again.
âRemember the time the two of you enchanted endless snowballs to pelt, well technically, Voldemort in the face and Quill in the back of the head?â You giggled into the glass of cherry red wine you held to your lips. George leaned into the cushion of the couch and shook his head with a smile.Â
âClassic!â
George spent the night in Fred and your bed- to keep you company of course.
He kept you company for the rest of the nights to follow
The two of you began to drift into a weird zone
You had always lightly fancied George but it was Fred you loved.
He would randomly start bringing you home flowers and other small gifts
Some days George would come home to find a bundled up new sweater placed on his work desk. You always claimed the things you bought him were on sale so you just couldnât resist but George knew better
A strong connection was growing and it confused you- George too. You wanted another shot at happiness but you werenât sure if you were ready yet until another vacant Friday night rolled around and you found yourself laying on the couch in Georgeâs arm talking about the week and before you knew it he was leaning forward.
The first time you kissed George you screwed your eyes shut tightly and imagined his lips as Fredâs. You knew it was horrible but you had no clue what else to do. It was like you were cheating on your fiance- your dead fiance, with his twin brother. But when you realized it was George, you didnât entirely hate it. It was actually quite a fulfilling kiss. A part from inside of you warmed up for the first time in a long time.
George had a sickening vibe settling in the pit of his stomach after he pulled back. His heart sped up at the newfound affection the kiss brought although kissing you made him feel like he was betraying his brother. Fred planned to marry you for Merlinâs sake and there George was, making out with his dead twinâs girlfriend.
But you kissed him again the next day and he didnât pull away
And the next
And the one after that too
Kissing you made George think of his brother. Fred loved you and George could understand why. Kissing you, sleeping beside you, comforting you, it all made George feel as if he was somehow growing closer to his twin.
At first your relationship with George was based solely on the fact that he was identical to your late lover but as time passed on George made you feel differently than Fred did. Despite you never thinking it was possible, George taught you how to laugh again. He would slowly crack back into his prankster self again. It took his almost a full year after Fredâs passing to invent a new product for the shop or even enter the store for more than passing to get to the apartment. He tested out the product on you during breakfast one morning. Pouring a lilac solution into the base of your black coffee and giving it a swirl, George carried on with breakfast as if nothing had happen. Dragging in, you hugged George from behind before taking a seat at the nook. You instantly sipped on the brewed mixture in front of you and spit it out in shock as the odd flavor set in.
George howled in laughed and bent over the kitchen stove pointing towards you. Furrowing your eyebrows you set the mug down and spoke up agitated,
âGeorge what the hell did you put in- oh my god!â
You realized the change in tone quickly and covered your face in embarrassment. Your voice was as deep as a well making you sound similar to that of a male that had spent over half his life heavily smoking. George rushed over and planted a kiss to your cheek.
âIt worked!â Although you were thoroughly ticked off at his choice of targeting you, you were happy he was back to his old ways. The bills were piling up by the second and the landlord wanted the shop either back up and running, or both of you to move out. Dumping your infected cup of coffee down the sink drain you started to make a new batch. Smiling to yourself you laughed softly,
âWell, Iâm glad to have you back, George.â
That was only the beginning. George and you spent almost every moment inventing and creating new sale items. The first handful were absolute rubbish but it didnât matter. Both of you were trying to get back in the swing of things and sometimes that took a while.
Within three months Weasley Wizard Wheezes was back up and running again.
Sales flooded in and shot straight through the roof steadily for a long term.
As a âthank youâ present for helping him get back on his feet George invited you out for a fancy meal out on the town.
You decided on a Muggle restaurant and dressed to the nines. Georgeâs jaw skimmed the floor when you walked out of your room and slipped on your heels. He held your hand and escorted you out.
During dinner you had ntoiced how fidgety and nervous George was acting. You made the choice to question him on it over a glass of champagne right before the main course and he physically stiffened. Tilting his glass back, George chugged down the large intake and wiped his lips on the red amber napkin. His hands clasped together then unclasped at his side. His soft eyes found yours and he darted them back down to the tablecloth.
âItâs just- well, Y/n⌠what are we?â
It would get silent very fast and he would instantly fill it.
âWhat I mean is, I like you⌠I like you a lot but I know how you felt about my brother. I saw the glint in your eyes that would sparkle whenever you saw him and how happy you two were together and Y/n I want to be able to make you as happy as Fred did. With that being said I donât want you to be with me because I remind you of him or because you canât stop thinking about Fred. Iâm not gonna lie at the start of our, uh, relationship I was hanging out with you because you made me think of Fred but all those late nights and million cups of coffee have made me realize the truth. I love you Y/n- and not because you dated my brother. I love you for you and I think I have for a very long time. What Iâm asking is⌠Y/n would you um, like to be my girlfriend?â
You cried, a lot. Georgeâs heart broke at the sight only confirming the love swelling in his heart. His feelings were genuine and it warmed your soul. You lunged across the table knocking over the bread bowl in the process and threw your arms around Georgeâs frame.
âOf course I will! Oh my god, George. Youâre making me cry like a bloody fool!â
George called his mother the second you got home. Molly was hit with a wave of shock at first. She gave both of you long speeches trying to inspect if the love was real or a mask to feign the hurt of bonding over the lose of Fred. She demanded both of you come home to the Burrow for the week so you did and the moment she looked into both of your eyes, it was clear as crystal.
âGood lord you are in love!â
It was hard for the rest of the Weasley family to accept at first. You understood completely since you had the same weary, unsure feeling as well but eventually they came to accept it. They were all happy to you and George happy once again.
But as happy as you were, small memories with Fred would constantly pop up.
Like one night when George and you were lying in bed together whispering softly realization would settle in and youâd comment,
âThis is where he proposed. We were lying right here when Fred asked me to marry him.â
You knew how horrid it was to put this on George but you had no control. George thought about this all the time and was reminded of your relationship with his brother at every corner he turned.
You would then apologize feeling god awful for saying such a thing but George would hush you saying,
âItâs alright Y/n. Just because heâs not around anymore and because weâre together now doesnât mean we have to pretend he was never alive or your relationship with him didnât exist. He loved you, and I know how much you love him. Iâm not upset- actually Iâm more than thankful my brother managed to snag a girl like you. You two were perfect together and he will always love you just like how you will always love him. Fred⌠he is⌠was my brother and for a long time I thought he would hate me for me being with you and for a long time I thought my heart tricked me into loving you. That maybe it wasnât love I was feeling but rather so the relationship my brother and I had and maybe because he loved you so much, being with you would make me feel less lonely about losing him but I know the truth. I love you, Y/n. Hell, maybe I always have but the important thing is I love you now and I will love you tomorrow and I will continue to love you years from now and thatâs not because of Fred, itâs because of you and who you are. I love you.â
You two learned how to live your life no longer feeling guilty for the love you shared. Fred smiled down his heart warming at seeing his two favorite people in the world relying on each other and sharing a piece of their heart together.
He proposed to you in the middle of a busy work day right as you were restocking a shelf. The rest of his family were there to see. Molly, Hermione and Ginny cried a river while the boys patted George on the back. On your wedding day the tears were never ending, though happy ones.
You two eventually moved to London- kept the shop but decided you needed more room, well of course your growing stomach demanded that. One cold night in the middle of December George and you were blessed with the birth of your first son, Fred ll. He had a head of wicked red hair and a small mischievous smile toying on his face and you had never felt more complete in your life. George planted a kiss to your head muttering a string of âthank yousâ. You knew in your heart this was exactly where you were meant to be.
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âFred, are you done soon ?â I ask, wanting to go home after a long day at the shop.
âYeah mate, just give me a secâ he answers, heading out the door, locking the shop with a spell.
âThat was a long dayâ I sigh, my back and neck killing me.
âItâs gonna be halloween soon so, people are stocking up on our candy and jokes boxes. Weâve got to start early tomorrow, we got some packages to prepare for a dozen peopleâ.
I sigh, already knackered from our long day. It was expected, considering that we were having promotions on our packages because Halloween is coming up in a few weeks:
âWell, Iâll see you tommorow Georgie, bright and early mateâ.
âSee you tommorow man and say hi to Angelina for me yeah ?â
âYeah and say hi to Y/N for meâ.  I shake my head as we part ways.
I take my broom, flying home.
Luckily we live in the center of London, Diagon Alley being 10 minutes away by flight.
10 minutes later, I arrive in front of our apartement building, building thatâs filled of fellow wizards and witches working at the Ministry of Magic or even in Diagon Alley.
I enter the building, eager to get home.
One flight of stairs later and a few doors down, I end up at the flat, putting my head on the door while I hear Y/N singing, her voice giving me the biggest smile in the world.
I silently open the door, hoping that she wonât hear me come in.
I discreetly close the door, turn around and there she is, in my shirt, underwear and mismatched socks, singing in the kitchen.
I absorb the view right before me, her hair swaying as she moves, her voice filling my ears, her sweet and beautiful voice.
I smile and bite my lip, wondering how I got so lucky to have her in my life and then I imagine what my life would have been like without her, sadness filling me up as I remember how I nearly lost her a few years ago during the battle of Hogwarts, how she protected me.
That day, I knew that I wanted to build my life with this woman, I knew that soon enough, I was going and I will one day propose to her, we will get married, have a bundle of kids and live a long and happy life together but right now the only thing I can see is her, dancing in our kitchen, in our small flat, singing her heart out, her beautiful and sweet heart.
Dreaming about her, her voice takes me out:
âGeorgie, I didnât know you were homeâ she says as she approaches me, her small arms wrapping themselves around my body.
I return the hug, holding her in my arms for as long as I can.
She lets go but I keep holding her, her arms coming back around me:
âLong day, my love ?â she asks, her hand on the back of my neck,it goes up to my hair, caressing my head ever so softly as I nod:
âYeah, I just want to cuddleâ
âWe will my love but first, you need to eat something, I was waiting for youâ she replies, we let go of each other.
She heads back to the kitchen but I grab her hand in mine, pulling her towards my body.
We look at each other, a smile appearing on both of our faces, our noses grazing each otherâs, our lips touching until that final release of feeling her sweet and soft lips on mine, my heart bursting of happiness:
âCome on, letâs get something in youâ she says, stepping away from me as she goes to the kitchen, grabbing the plates and knifes and forks before putting out our dinner.
She sits at the table, waiting for me to join her. I sit down and sigh, rubbing my head as we start eating:
âWere there a lot of people at the shop ?â she asks, putting a piece of meat in her mouth
âIt was filled to the brim, I honestly thought we were never going to close the shop tonightâ
âIt is a busy time of the year for you guys, Halloween is coming up in a few weeks, thatâll be funâ she replies with a smile.
I smile back, knowing that itâs her favourite time of the year.
We talk about our day, laughing at the few anecdotes about our work.
After finishing our dinner, Y/N uses her wand to put the cutlery in the sink, casting a spell to wash it:
âWhat would you like to do now my love ? Do you want to go get some rest ?â she asks, her eyes shining under the light, making bite my lip
âNo, I think I have something else in mindâ I answer, lifting her up as we start kissing, my feet leading us to the bedroom.
Letâs just say that I didnât go to sleep straight away...
âCome on, Y/N, admit it, you like himâ Luna whispers to me as we walk down the halls, heading to the main hall
âAnd what proof do you have, Lu ?â I answer, trying to hide my smile
âWell first of all, the way you look at him, second of all whenever his name pops in the conversation youâre on full alert and when he talks to you, you always flirt with each otherâ
âNo we donâtâ
âYes, you doâ another voice pops behind me, Ron and Harry sitting next to usÂ
âY/N, I know you, I know my brother and youâd have to be stupid to NOT see itâ
âY/N and Fred ?â Hermione chimes in, sitting in front of me
âCan we please stop talking about this guys ? There is nothing going on between Fred and I and nothing will ever happen, he doesnât see me that way and neither do Iâ I whisper the end of my sentnce, knowing that it was and is a total lie.
We eat our lunch, Harry, Ron and Hermione talking about potions class with Professor Snape when I hear a familiar laugh, my eyes landing on the entrance of the great Hall, Fred and George talking to Oliver about the next quidditch match, Fredâs laughter echoing throughout the hall.
I shake my head, a small smile making its way on my face, biting my lip to stop from chuckling but I fail at the task, letting out a small laugh:
âY/N, you like Weasley ?â I hear a voice I wish I didnât have to hear behind me.
I slowly turn around, finding the last person I want to see in front of me:
âAnd whatâs it to you Malfoy ? Maybe I do like him but maybe I donât. Why do you care ?â I stand up, getting closer to him
âYou could do better than a Weasley love, how about a little bit of Malfoy ? You know that Iâm better than those red headed losersâ he whispers the last part.
I hear Ron standing up, I turn around, Harry holding Ron as Hermione stands next to me, in case I need help:
âFor your information, Malfoy, I would rather be with Fred than you. You are evil, you think youâre superior to everyone else just because your âdaddyâ works at the ministry of magic and that you think that just because youâre his son, it means you can do the same but guess what Malfoy ? Just because you have all the money in the world, it doesnât mean youâre special and I for one, would be happier with Fred and I would take him any day over youâ
The hall becomes silent, the teachers staring while the students whispers between one another.
Malfoy looks around the hall, his eyes coming back to my face:
âYouâll regret this Y/Nâ he whispers, shaking his head, his minions following him out of the great HallÂ
I sit back down, everyone staring at me when I feel a hand on my shoulder:
âWhat again Mal-â my eyes widen, finding Fred in front of me.
âCan we talk somewhere private ?â he asks, holding his hand out.
I take his hand, standing up and heading out of the great Hall.
We walk down the hallway, his hand holding mine.I worry in my head, hoping that my hand doesnât start profusely sweating in his.
He leads us to the courtyard, the place where we usually hang out when its just the two of us.
He sits us down on our bench, the bench where we engraved our names the first year we arrived at Hogwarts, promising each other that we would be best friends forever and no matter what.
We both sit cross legged, our knees grazing, his hand still in mine as we barely look at each other:
âWas that true what you said back there ? That you would choose me over Malfoy?â Fred whispers, as if someone was around and could hear his question
I sigh, worried that my voice would shake if I answered his question. I take a deep breath:
âI would take you over anyone Fred, I mean, you are the most amazing person I have ever met. You were so sweet to me when we met and you havenât changed a bit since the first day. As they years went by, to me, my feelings for you changed, I saw you as more than my best friend but I didnât want to jeopardize our friendship, I mean losing you would be losing a part of me because you are a part of me Fred...â I ramble, finishing my sentence.
Silence remains between us, worry invade my core, knowing that from the moment that I said those words that I had lost him.
My eyes start to tear up, I stand up, preparing myself to leave when the grip he has pulls me back down to my seat.
I look at the ground, wishing that the ground could swallow me up.Â
He sits me back down, putting our hands in his lap:
âYouâll never lose me,Y/N. To be honest with you, I thought you would never see me that way, I was also so scared of telling you how I really feel by fear of losing you. I should have just grown a pair and told you how I felt but I didnât want to lose you...âÂ
I lift my head up, his brown eyes seeping into mine, tears streaming down my face and his lips graze mine. The kiss lasts for a few seconds, we step away from each other, a smile residing on both of our facesÂ
âI love you Y/Nâ
âI love you too, Freddyâ
He takes my hand in his, leading me to the great Hall.
We walk in, hand and hand when we see George, Ron, Harry, Hermione,Luna and Ginny standing up, George cheering.
We head to the table, sitting side by side, holding each otherâs hands under the table...