#temariweek2020

hey y’all! long time no see! sorry I disappeared for so long, I had to take a break to deal with some personal stuff and to finish writing my thesis, but I’m back now and ready to get back into drawing! 

[August 17-23]

We have reached our 4th year in celebrating Temari week! So let’s get started!

Rules!

1. Anything is accepted: fanarts, fanfiction, GIFs, edits etc. with the only condition to post your own work! We will not accept any stolen artwork!

2. Tag your work with #temariweek in the first tags and mention @heartofthesand so we can find it easy and reblog it. You can also submit to us.

3. The event starts on 17th of August and will end on 23rd August

 (no pressure with the dates. you can submit after 23th as well. The whole month is her month ♥)

4. We absolutely won’t accept any other character hate/bashing. This is for everyone who loves and support Temari. No hate towards other characters is allowed.

5. There are 2 themes per day so you can choose one, both or combine them, depending on your own liking.

The daily themes for the event:

DAY 1. Family reunion/New Mission

DAY 2. Memories/Summer view

DAY 3. Favourite fight/ Weapons

DAY 4. Role model/ Teacher

DAY 5. Fantasy/ Medieval AU

DAY 6. Modern AU/ Fashion Icon

DAY 7. Gift

 I love that so many people still show support and love for our Temari. Let's enjoy another year of Temari love ♥. Help us spread the word and have a great week full of wonderful works. Let’s have fun ♥

Happy Day 6 of Temari week everyone!  Thanks to @heartofthesand for hosting the event! I had another story written for today but I super fell down a rabbit hole with this prompt, so enjoy!

Prompt:  Fashion Icon

Summary:  She always did love long walks. 

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Runways 

Temari took slow, delicate steps across the large runway.  Remembering a similar walk just hours ago.  The empty seats and silence were startling compared to the earlier mass of people, music, and camera clicks. 

The cheers were deafening as Temari stepped out as a model into the bright lights for one last time. She strode down the walkway with the same confidence and assurance that she’d perfected over the years. The chaos of music, cameras, lights, and sounds would be disorienting for a regular person but not for her.  The runway raised her.  This was her home, her kingdom and she commanded the stage as a queen would. 

Her focus in all the madness was drawn towards her family smiling brightly at her. The tears in their eyes matched her own. 

She stood at the end of the walk taking a deep breath to capture the moment.  Allowing herself to enjoy the experience while a million memories ran through her head.  One last pose. With a sense of gratitude and a kind of peace, she made her final walk back. 

Temari laid back on the cool surface reflecting on the journey that led her there.

This was it. She was done. 

She’d started working for the Nara House of Fashion when she was 16. They were the first label willing to give her a chance when she’d started off on this modeling journey. From that day she never looked back.

They eased her in with photoshoots and magazine spreads before hitting the runway.  She would never forget the feeling of stepping out onto that huge stage.  Even now that rush is incomparable. 

She had worked for other designers and companies but her relationship with the Naras had been special. Their fashion line was a luxury, worldwide brand with its inspired designs and creativity. At first, she’d been in complete awe over the operation, wide-eyed and afraid of making a mistake. Now after so many years they were her family. 

Shikaku and Yoshino the husband and wife duo and CEOs took her under their wing. Keeping her safe from anyone that may have tried to take advantage of her lack of experience. Her own father had practically disowned her when she went off on her own. Whereas Shikaku and Yoshino welcomed her with open arms. 

Temari looked up curiously hearing a slow soft melody played through the speakers. Her eyes drifted to a handsome, dark-haired man in a well-fitting suit. 

“Dance with me, my Love?”  She grinned up at him taking his offered hand. She settled into his arms, her head rested against his heart. They swayed back and forth slowly under a diamond chandelier. 

“You were breathtaking tonight Tem.”

Shikamaru Nara, son of Yoshika and Shikaku Nara, now CEO and creative director of House Of Nara.  And her new husband. 

She’d met him when he was just an awkward 14-year-old boy dragged along to fittings, meetings, and fashion shows. 

He was annoying and complained the entire time getting on her nerves. Leaving her in disbelief that he didn’t appreciate the life he was born into. His parents would often force him into fashion shoots and even make him work right along side her.  Now she treasured those photos.

Over the years though his genius began to show.  He grew into the role he’d been bred for. His own line, Shadow Stitches, could be found around the world and kept the Naras at the top of the fashion world.  For Temari, even when she was younger, knowing that he was there at the end of that runway always made fashion shows that much better. 

She was thankful that she had him there for the entirety of her career. He’d supported her and held her through the highs and lows. They accomplished so much together. Exploring the world while growing up side by side. 

“The dress is gorgeous.” She sighed into his chest.  His fingers at her hips gripped the delicate fabric.  

“Good, you designed it.” 

They’d spared no expense in the creation. The rare fabric hugged her form perfectly. Real gold spun thread was used to create elaborate patterns.  It was a design that honored her history and was inspired by her desert homeland. An actual work of art that would never be worn by another. It would be preserved and displayed back at their offices. 

She’d delayed her retirement for a year after Shikamaru approached her about creating her own line under the fashion house. She had modeled for so long and worn countless designs that he believed she could create something new. Something that the world had yet to see. His hunch had been correct if the reactions tonight were any indication. 

For the last show of her modeling career, she was able to wear her own creation and it made the decision to retire feel right. 

She was now going to work right alongside him for her own label. 

“It’s going to be so strange being behind the scenes.  I’ve done this for so long now.”

Shikamaru kissed the crown of her head. “I agree. It won't be as enjoyable for me not seeing you walking down the runway and towards me. But you’ll be sitting right next to me.  This is a good thing. A next step, and like everything you do, you’re going to be great at it.” 

She nodded.  They’d talked through this decision so many times now. She’d accomplished everything that she could dream of as a supermodel. Endless covers, shoots, shows, and runways.  She was an icon in every sense.  It was now time to settle into a new role. 

Being a high fashion designer would just be a new adventure. 

So would being a wife and mother. 

He pressed an affectionate kiss into her hair. “I remember that first show that I saw you walk in. I was in the back so annoyed with my parents for making me come watch this thing for girls, but then I saw you.  You were radiant. It wouldn’t have mattered what you wore. There was this ferocity and passion set in your eyes.  That I can still see today. I think that I fell in love with you that day.”

She grinned, her teal eyes shining in affection. 

Shikamaru couldn’t help but smile thinking about those first early years together.  “Growing up I’d always see this all as being so vapid and pointless. You made me see it in a new way. There is an art and a love to it. It’s bringing an emotion, an experience to life. Within whatever the length of a runway you manage to tell a story.  Now you’re going to be telling your own story with what you create.” 

She kissed him wordlessly, her heart and mind at ease. 

She’d missed the bright lights and rush of walking down a runway but there was nothing that could compare to this. Love, home, and family. 

Temari took his hand in hers.  A genuine smile cut across her face.  “Ready to take this walk with me?”

Shikamaru nodded squeezing her hand tight taking a step forward.  “I’ll walk with you anywhere my Queen.”

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Last day of Temari week!  Thank you to everyone who participated and @heartofthesand​ for a great week. 

It’s our Queens birthday!!!!!  Happy Birthday Temari!  Hope you have a wonderful day with your King(s).  The mood board is just a Temari/Shikatema inspired mood board I made to tag this story as smut.  It’s cute though!

Once again please click on the link above for the full story.  Please be very aware of the tags/content. Thank you @promptmaker​ for the great ideas!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nara Shikamaru/Temari Characters: Nara Shikamaru, Temari Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Shadow Binding, shadow clones, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, short and smutty, Birthday Sex Series: Part 6 of Lemonade

Prompt: Gift

Summary:

Temari gets a special treat on her birthday.

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Temari could feel her legs shaking with nervous anticipation. She sat on the bed excited while waiting for Shikamaru. 

They’d just arrived home after an incredibly romantic birthday dinner. Teasing touches and heated looks over the dinner table left her impatient for what the evening held for them. They weren’t terribly romantic people but he’d definitely put in a lot of effort to make her day feel special.  Their night together was what she was most eager for. 

She sat up surprised when Shikamaru entered the room. 

Temari’s eyes raked over his body.  The white shirt he’d worn for dinner was left unbuttoned showing off his toned muscles and defined abs.  His hair is still down and loose just as she liked it.   

His lips moved roughly against hers, his fingers gripping tightly into her hair.

She palmed his hard covered cock through his pants trying to draw the excitement out of him but he stepped back. 

“Don’t worry about me tonight princess. Today is all about you.”  He assured her with a gentle kiss to her forehead. Before she could protest, he pulled out a dark cloth.  

“I have one last surprise for you. So I need you to close your pretty eyes.”

She nodded, shutting her eyes before he gently tied the cloth around her head. 

“Safeword?”  

“Cake.”

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nara Shikamaru/Temari Characters: Temari (Naruto), Nara Shikamaru, Kankurou (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Nara Shikadai, Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sarada, Sarutobi Mirai, Sarutobi Asuma, Tenten (Naruto), Rock Lee, Hyuuga Neji, Hyuuga Hinata, Rasa (Naruto), Tsunade (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Yamanaka Inoichi, Akimichi Chouza, Inuzuka Kiba, Nara Shikaku Additional Tags: Family, Friendship/Love, Fluff, Angst, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Temari Week 2020, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

She is a fierce Kunoichi with the power to cut the forests surrounding Konoha in half without much effort. Temari fights without fear. But there are moments in her life she can show her weakness.