Galaxy Brain!!!!

I went looking for you and-

Damn, we really do be fucked

These two pics are all I have left to offer in these trying times 🤡🤡🤡 *clown music intensifies*

Oh, but Kisame? Kisame was built to get physical, all broad shoulders and long limbs, hands and feet calloused by years of training. He was miles of a sculptor's dream, the thick bunch of muscles under smooth blue skin, all accentuated by darker grey ink that wrapped around his body. He was the six tattooed lines that lovingly traced the jut of his cheekbones, that crinkled with a smile that was as wicked as it could be amused, and that framed a laugh that was loud and rare as any precious gem.

He was all of that and more.

But right now? Shisui couldn't think past the large hand carefully braced on his waist, stabilizing and protective in equal measure. Why was he training topless again?

Right.

Desperate times, desperate measures.

"Maybe a weightlifting belt, next time you want to snatch something that big?"

Shisui opened his mouth, his hands making a valiant effort to grow clammy even through the chalk, and tried to quip something smart and irresistible.

"Hrngh?" Was what came out instead.

....Unbelievable.

I know this is supposed to be one word but CMON :0

Continuation:

Relationships: Hoshigaki Kisame/Uchiha Itachi, Hoshigaki Kisame/Uchiha Shisui

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Uchiha Shisui Lives, Uchiha Itachi Lives, Kisame lives, Post-Canon, Thinking About Things, Domestic, kisame deserves to be soft, seaside cabin

Summary: The sand underneath his hands was cold. The early morning breeze blowing across his face was cold. And he was sure that if he dipped his feet into the water gently lapping at the shore, that would be cold too. But Kisame didn’t really mind it, having grown up on the edge of a colder ocean. He just leaned back, putting more weight on his hands, and glanced over at their cabin. The sun had just barely risen and all of the windows were dark, making it almost seem like the cabin was asleep. Kisame was sure that both Itachi and Shisui were still asleep inside of it and wished he was there too, curled up in bed with his partners. But he had been dragged out of bed by a half-remembered promise.   

It's Kisame's fortieth birthday, and he's not quite sure how he feels about it.

"Can you tell me again why we're here?" Looking around the small shop, Kisame seems reluctant to move past the entrance, his body big enough to block it almost completely. Shisui just smiles at him, his left eye crinkling with delight and amusement while the bandages on the right side of his face moves accordingly to his expressions. "I told you already, Ki. We're here to buy flowers." Kisame huffs a bit at the nickname, by now almost used by it. "And why we're buying flowers, exactly?"

The woman behind the counter seems unfazed by them, and Shisui adjusts the big hat on his head to better see her, smiling. "It's for a small celebration." He says, but he's looking at her and not at his teammate. "Can you show me your selection?" And they stays in the shop for nearly an hour, and when they finally leave Kisame seems ready to strangle Shisui, but the boy merely takes him by the hand to drag him somewhere, flowers carefully kept in his free hand.