#Kakashi shrine

[violetvelourr]

Isn't it funny how I went from "nah he's not cute enough I don't want this figurine" here…

… to "Sir... please... have mercy 🥵🛐🫠” every time I walk by my Kakashi shrine and this, and always this particular, figurine catches my eye… 🙈

He's looking at you like he KNOWS you don't stand a chance against his charm 🙈

And thinking back at how I purchased this figurine: I knew I was doomed the moment I saw him on display 🙈 and that I would not walk out of that place without him, even though by that time I had purchased around 17 other Kakashi items, both vintage and new 🙈

I don’t know, there’s something about this particular figurine when you look at it in real life… even the painting finish of his uniform… it’s a bit unusual… you have to see it to understand 🫠

[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - mdni. self ship coded. kakashi is in his mid 30s, reader is in their late 20s. f!reader, mentions of female anatomy. kakashi is a virgin welcome to my ted talk. there's not full blown sex but we're talking about the lead up OKAY.

“Can…can I?”

You ask the question from atop Kakashi, straddling his hips with your thighs framing either side of his. Hands are clasped, yours and his, fingers entwined and held at his sides. A breath catches in his throat when he glances up at you, brows knit together in anxiety, his body on fire and his mind racing.

You’re so beautiful it makes his racing mind quiet for a moment, long enough that his brow unfurrows and his eyes rove over your form. He’s awed at what he finds when he truly looks at you in all your glory. Supple and soft, freckles and faded stretch marks dotting your skin but he finds they only make you irresistible. They serve as reminders that you’re a human with a life lived behind you covering your body, something he wishes he could see more of in himself. 

He’s scarred and gouged and hard, nothing in comparison to you. He has never let another soul see him like this and he’s starting to remember why, humiliation weighing him down so heavily he can hardly think despite the goddess atop him.

Despite his trepidation, his body isn’t all that is hardened though. He’s reminded of this when you wiggle your hips atop his, shifting enough that your eager cunt drags wetness along the hardened length of his cock that rests between the lips of your labia. You hum softly at the sensation, heat rising from your core to your chest and your face. 

The sweet noise, the sound of you, is what finally gets him to nod, swallowing down his uncertainty at being so exposed to you. 

“Yes you can,” he finally expresses and you bend at the waist, pressing your chests together to envelope his mouth in a kiss. He is no stranger to kissing you, the two of you having shared more than just pecks in the past, but he bristles at how much more intimate this is than anything the two of you have previously done together.

It was less intimate for him to have his tongue laving through your pretty folds than it is for him to be nude in front of you, giving you access to something he has denied anyone who was ever brave enough to try in the past. He hopes you know the power you wield and that you use it responsibly.

The worried voices in his mind fade into a murmur when your tongue swipes against his bottom lip, teeth gently nibbling to follow the motion and he groans. His hips cant and you giggle, pressing your own hips down against his to create some kind of friction that’s satisfying for both of you. The sensation makes him whimper, a noise coming from somewhere deep in his throat and you break the kiss, lifting your face so that it's hovering over his.

His lips are slick and partially open, eyes wide and full of depths of emotion and wonder you can’t quite place but you focus on making him feel good rather than the particulars, kissing down his jaw and his neck. You take liberties, gently nibbling at the skin on the front of his throat and his hips jerk again, reflexive and desperate for something. He’s no stranger to that familiar feeling, the nights when he’s longed for more than just the strong grip of his fist, imagining the way you’d feel wrapped around him, hot and wet and eager. 

Some wishes really do come true, he supposes, watching while you continue your barrage of kisses down his chest. Your fingers dance over the scars that dot his chest, no hesitation or revulsion, and he exhales deeply. 

He can relax, he’s in good hands, the sweet ones he loves to hold between his own. The hands he loves to watch write and pet the dogs and pluck flowers from your garden. He’s in the only pair of hands he ever wants to be in and his head swims, your kisses delving ever lower across his torso and leaving a hot trail in their wake. He feels each wet mark you leave on him, the trail glistening in the light.

“You okay up there?”

Resting your cheek on his chest for a moment you pause, taking the time to look at him. Shifting your position so that you can continue to work even lower across his body, he groans at the loss of your warm cunt over his cock. You respond with a gasp of your own, drinking in the sight of his sticky cock and the way it rests against his stomach naturally with gravity.

“I’m great,” and he means it. He has never been better, felt more loved, than he does under the weight of your gaze and your hands and your body. His cock jumps and you smile, sitting back on your haunches between his spread legs for a moment to truly show him how much you love to merely look at him.

He may be hardened and scarred and gouged, evidence of a life lived hard and fought for, but he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. He deserves some pleasure considering all the pain and you’re going to be sure to give it to him. It may be his first time but he deserves to have the best one a person can possibly be given.

“You are beautiful,” you mutter lowly and he chuckles nervously in response, cheeks heating with your praise. Your hands remain locked with his despite your change in position and you view him from above like one may view the world from atop a mountain - powerful and humbled all in one.

He’s your land to be discovered and you plan on mapping out every single inch of him.

[hazardous-who]

♥ Forsaken God and Shrine Maiden AU

Pairing: Obito Uchiha / Kakashi Hatake

Where Obito is a God from a time long past, known for his part in a catastrophic war due to the loss of his mortal love, Rin. Obito, who overtime lost any semblance of followers and whose last place of rest would eventually fall into ruin. 

One day, however, a father and his child started appearing, clearing overgrowth and cleaning stone. Being kind to Obito’s resting place.

Obito would watch them, invisible to mortal eyes lest he want himself to be seen. He had been alone and forgotten for so many years he could no longer identify the feeling that swelled in his chest when he saw the pair making their way up the path to his shrine each time. He felt it especially when the child, who he had eventually learned was named Kakashi, having heard his father call for him time and time again, would whisper things to his grave when his father wasn’t near to listen.

“I read you have a love of a color like brilliant sunset, but that everyone only ever brings you red flowers… I know if I was only ever brought one color flower, even if it was my favorite, I would start to tire of it- So I brought you orange tulips today.” He had smiled so softly as he had set the flowers carefully down, in the place where his loyal followers would once place offerings. His first offering in centuries. “Even if it’s not your favorite, I hope it’s something fun to look at because it’s different.”

Obito had honestly not cared for the color of red in the slightest, always agitated when he would be brought anything of such color in offering. Red reminded him of his family, of blood and heartache and war. Orange however… Was his favorite. He had almost forgotten what the color had looked like, no flowers of the sort anywhere near the place he was bound.

Little did he know at the time that he had accidentally bestowed a treasure upon Kakashi. Favor from a god. Something rare and powerful, and something Obito had only ever done once in his life, back when Rin was still alive. Had bestowed her long life so that she could stay by his side… But it did little to save her from the greed of others, who wished to drain the blessed blood from her veins and harness such powers for themselves.

His blessing was a curse, and now Kakashi bore it all the same as Rin once had, but he was completely unaware of it. Unable to stop the way in which it would alter the child’s life in such terrible ways.

The pair suddenly stopped coming one day, leaving Obito to watch as all of the work they had done would slowly be undone, as if they had never been there at all.

It had been several years until the next time someone entered his shrine after that, the person hidden in such a way he could not make out their face. Enchanted with a magic that kept their very being suppressed. Obito was always aware of them yet couldn’t quite see them no matter how hard he looked. But there was something so familiar, something he felt when the stranger brought him orange tulips.

- Ending Notes

I'm still working hard on 'To Lose Is To Gain' as it currently is, but I ended up taking a small detour when a new possible fic idea to pursue in the future came to mind. So here's a little drabble of said idea ! I'm not sure when or if I actually will pursue making a full fic out of it, but I'm definitely happy enough with it that I have several ideas flying all over the place if I do. Though I also have plenty of other drabbles that I'm feeling the same way over. Oops.

[imkakashisexual]

My Kakashi's shrine🥷⛩️

🤫

My big collection but its not all(i live in Japan and like to buy in Russia some goods)

うん,我々たくさんカカシのフィギュア,誰もが集めない。👈🏻

#kakashi

[kakairu-shrine]

I am so excited to finally be able to share my eighth, and (probably) final fic for @kakairu-rocks event, KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, written for the Happily Ever After prompt!

Please double check the tags before reading!

Enjoy!

The Cursed Prince (51058 words) by demonofabove Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Hatake Sakumo, Orochimaru (Naruto), Original Characters, Uzumaki Naruto Additional Tags: KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, Happily Ever After, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Magic, Royalty, Gore, Heavy Angst, Mental Torture, Mental Coercion, Curses, Invasion, Adventure, Fluff, Assassination Attempt(s), BAMF Hatake Kakashi, BAMF Umino Iruka, Tutoring, Secrets, Side Quests, Celebrations, Temporary Character Death, Speeches, Marriage Proposal, Light Smut, Found Family, Suicidal Thoughts Summary:

Prince Kakashi is next in line to rule the Land of Fire, and his dad is nearly ready to pass the throne to him; however, many people don't want Kakashi to rule because of an incurable curse that turns him into a powerful, uncontrollable monster; a raging demon.

When the village gets invaded & attacked by an army of animated corpses targeting Kakashi, he finds out that the necromancer is after his power; but not only that, they can take away the curse that has haunted him for all these years.

Will Kakashi seek the necromancer's help, or will he find another way to save himself, and the village?

And who is this mysterious mage he's found along the way?

[kakairu-rocks]

Fanwork Friday - January 5, 2024

Hi and welcome to our very first Fanwork Friday post!!! If you want to read about the concept please see our launch post on the forum. Now, without further ado, the first entry:

Fanwork title: The Rift Creator: @kakairu-shrine From event: KakaIru Maze Challenge 2021 Fanwork type: Fanfiction

Rating: Mature Warning(s): Major Character Death URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33175255/chapters/82363882

Description: Kakashi dies and finds himself in the afterlife, will he ever be able to return to the land of the living?

These posts are completely randomized by number, but still, it felt fitting that the first one also in a sense honours kakairu-shrine who is such a wonderful and caring person/mod/creator!

[gojobait]

i genuinely see sukuna as more of a threat to kakashi than gojo. and even then kakashi would still win

[lesbiankoby]

was tossing around the idea of narutwin au naruto trying to establish himself more as an individual so it synergizes with his Know My Name canon thing a little bit but honestly look at that kid. [is incredibly codependent] he likes being part of a set probably lol

[maireyart]

A truly rare sight was that of Kakashi lying on his stomach, shirtless, early sunlight pouring onto his back in soft, moving blobs that reminded of a mosaic on the wall of an ancient shrine. Technically it's an illustration for my kakaobi drabble The Ropewalker, but you can enjoy it separately :D

[violetvelourr]

Kakashi’s shrine upgrade

So recently my smol Kakashi collection finally exceeded the space designated for it, so I decided to make a small upgrade.

So I moved my lot to the photo booth…

And got to work 😁

The shrine was set up on a shelf size 42 by 40 cm.

I also had a 3-level acrylic display and some random boxes for higher elevation in the background.

My initial idea was to make the overall display platform larger - 60 by 60 cm, as well as to build a second level.

The second level would be too high up for the display, so it would be used to store a box with all the extra Kakashi parts, which are plenty, as well as some other collectibles that I have but don’t need and plan to sell or gift. It's a good and necessary addition because at the moment all the extra bits for Kakashi figures are lying all over the place on the other shelves 😅

I love constructing, so I went to a construction shop and bought the necessary parts.

However, the next day, when I tried them out, I realized that while the new width, 60 cm, is fine, the 60 cm depth is a bit too much. I was planning to use two wood panels of 30 cm width that would add up to 60 cm but looking at it then I realized that using 2 panels of 20 cm wide worked better. But the 20 cm panels were reserved for building the second level.

I also had a 60x25 cm panel with rounded corners that I was going to use for the second level. But then I put together the 20 cm wide and the 25 cm, and it clicked… so I decided the display shelf would be 60x45 cm and with nicely rounded corners.

But first I had to buy two new panels to replace the ones I took for the bottom platform, which I did.

Then I constructed the whole thing 😊

And also I bought some extra parts for my acrylic display and increased the number of shelves to 5.

Finally, I draped the back of the display with 3 Kakashi towels:

And voila the new shrine is ready 🥰

☙ ❦ ❧

I’m still planning to add some more elevations on the sides of the display and maybe do some other minor upgrades 😙

Funny thing - now that I got everything back on display it doesn’t look like there is a lot more space 😅 but luckily I don’t plan any major purchases in the near future, so we should be fine for the time being 😌 There are also 3 keychains standing among other items - I can hang them on the edges if space becomes critical...

☙ ❦ ❧

Fun fact:

It took me a while to realize that this is actually called a "shrine" 😅

The first several times people complimented me on ‘the shrine’, I thought they were referring to this:

It's a miniature of Itsukushima Shrine torii gate from the Miyajima island in Japan. 😆

[l-just-want-to-see]

Joel asking us to give others ideas for the shrine than Etho and people in the comments being like “Kakashi is a good idea he’s also Japanese” yall 😭

[strawberrystepmom]

happy birthday to the man of all time <3 it's a little early but i can't help myself. not when it comes to him.

f!reader, reader works as a writer and is documenting kakashi's reign as hokage. part of the fine shrine au which is self ship coded. mutual pining, alcohol consumption, flirtation. reader is stated to have a complexion that visibly reddens and long hair. wc 1.8k.

divider by @/cafekitsune

With the festivities of the day over, you flash a smile in Kakashi’s direction as he slumps down in the previously empty chair tucked beneath his desk. He dips his head in your direction and you walk to where you’ve been keeping your bag and belongings while you are working with him, producing an elegantly wrapped bottle of something from your bag. Heading back to his side, his eyes widen as you set it down in front of him and lean against the edge of the desk.

“Happy birthday, Lord Sixth.”

He smiles, a little hum leaving him as he reaches for the bottle and his eyes scan the label for any clarity about what’s inside. The formality bothers him but he’s willing to let it slide as he admires the way that your hip rests against the wooden surface next to it. The little lamp next to his desk illuminates you as you reach across the desk and grab the bottle back, twisting it by the neck between your hands and his fists ball on their own.

“I bought this while I was traveling. The person making it told me it’s a wine for special occasions and I haven’t had any to celebrate yet,” you smile and place the bottle back in front of him. “Figured this was the perfect time to break it out.”

Another smile, you can tell by the way his eyes shut. 

“Are you sure you wanna waste it on me?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t have given it to you otherwise.” You shake your head, humility pouring from him even on his own special day, and watch as he rises and takes a few steps to where he keeps his sake cups. They aren’t wine glasses but they’ll do, he reasons as he holds them up. 

“Would you like to try it?”

With me, he thinks but keeps to himself, the connotation of sharing a special moment with you is more than enough to satiate him and words may only further complicate things. 

The little glow from the lamp next to you as you look over your shoulder at him doesn’t hide your surprised expression. It makes sense he’d ask, you are conveniently right next to him, but you wonder if there is someone more special he would rather be sharing this moment with. As he approaches your side and passes the cup to you, the spiraling thoughts end and you offer a smile.

“If you don’t mind sharing.”

Kakashi hums and sits back in his chair, unwrapping the ribbon from around the neck of the bottle to reveal the cork keeping it closed. Popping it out with his bare hands which earns him a little “oooh” from you, he beams.

“There isn’t much I wouldn’t share with you. We’re very good friends at this point.” 

You snort at his words and hold your cup beneath the mouth of the bottle. Ruby liquid nearly splashes over the sides but you tip the cup in your direction just enough to stop it. 

“Yeah, that’s why your entire life story so far is just shit I’ve already heard from the shinobi.”

He doesn’t argue and instead busies himself pouring into his ceramic cup. Despite your better judgment, you lose yourself in the mundanity of the moment. There’s something so effortlessly charming about him and even more so when he’s pouring a gift that you gave him so carefully it may as well be molten gold in the bottle. A little flutter between your ribs begins and you clear your throat to will it away.

He looks up at you and holds the cup out in your direction and you know immediately what he’s asking for, tapping the lip of your cup against his. You sip and the liquid burns more than you expected, making you purse your lips as soon as the taste fills your mouth.

“A little strong,” you mutter while pulling the cup away from your lips and you look at Kakashi who waits with the cup between his fingers. “Oh, I’m sorry!” You turn your face away from him, giving him the privacy he needs to remove his mask to try the wine himself. In a rare example of doing before thinking, something he finds it is too easy to do when you’re around, he places his hand on your shoulder and you turn around to look at him. His mask is still on.

“You don’t have to look away. I trust you.”

The words make your back stiffen and you nod, still gazing over your shoulder. He knows this is not something that he can take back, showing you more than you’ve ever seen of him, but a part of him wishes he could show you even more. What’s beneath his mask, what’s under his unrestrictive clothing. There is nothing he’d hide from you if you’d only ask to see it which certainly could lead to trouble. 

As if he isn’t already six feet deep and sinking deeper every day. 

Hooking his finger in the fabric of the mask, he pulls it down and you lean into your shoulder to hide your smile as his face comes into view. Maybe it’s the warmth of the wine making your limbs heavy and your stomach turn in uncertainty, maybe it’s the way his pretty white lashes flutter against his cheek as he sighs in relief. You make note of the elegant slope of his nose and the beauty mark beneath his lip.

You have been rendered speechless by Kakashi and he knows it, glad to return the favor at least once. 

“Back to business,” he says and you nod to respond despite words being impossible to find. He lifts the cup to his lips and you watch his throat move as he gulps, the bob of his Adam’s apple sending a heat to your face that forces you to bury your face against your shoulder even further. 

It feels so intimate, a sight meant just for you and for anyone else besides you at the same time. It makes your feelings for him even more difficult to straighten out. You’ve become perhaps too fond of the man and not simply in a way that is full of respect for all he has done and has plans to do.

“Where did you get this?”

You’ve never been more grateful for a distraction and you smile down at him, arms folded over your chest to keep your heart from beating out of it.

“Hidden Cloud. I stayed there for around eight months and it was an experience to say the least,” he laughs, knowing exactly what you mean having been there several times himself. “I did meet one of my best friends while there though and she’s the one who showed me where to find this.”

Your time abroad is something you’ll never look back at with anything but fondness, grateful for the opportunity to not only meet new people but to bring some of them back with you, that same friend now living in your hometown and making a life of her own among its people. 

“I’ll bet you make friends everywhere you go,” he starts before taking another sip and humming his enjoyment as it burns all the way down. Different from sake, a bit more heady than anything he has ever had before, his head swims and he rests his chin in his palm looking up at you.  It would be so easy for him to reach out and touch you from where you sit. To run his fingers along the soft ends of your hair, to cup your face gently and ask you what you really think of him. 

You snort at his words and shake your head, the alcohol making your lips perhaps a little too loose as well.

“Wrong. I think most people enjoy it when I leave more than when I arrive.”

His brows furrow at your words and he wonders why you’d think that of yourself. Everyone around you only has the most glowing things to say, himself included. He sings your praises perhaps too loudly given the way that the rumor that the two of you are seeing one another has made its way through every part of Konoha.

You clear your throat after taking another sip and take a deep breath, your cheeks reddening further as you notice the way he’s looking up at you through his lashes. His eyes are a little unfocused and glossy, gray trained on you and unblinking. It amuses you to see this larger than life man so affected by this simple wine and you shake your head.

“Enough about me, though.” You change the subject expertly and he understands, an edge both of you are constantly teetering on something too terrifying to look over with these loose tongues. 

“What has been the best part of your day today?”

He smiles at your genuine curiosity, always so interested in him beyond just what you’re trying to get out of him for your documentation, and he sighs and leans back in his chair.

“This, honestly.”

Giggling, you shake your head again but he leans forward and looks up at you in a way that you can barely describe. It’s heavy, full of something you see as promising but you’re usually too afraid to reach out and grasp. His eyes glimmer when they look at you despite their tired state, it’s a constant you noticed months ago, and tonight you boldly slide your hand across his desk to let your fingertips graze his.

It’s the most subtle touch but he doesn’t run from it, instead flipping his palm up and capturing your hand in his own and squeezing it in a way that borders on friendly and something else. Swallowing, you feel your eyes dampen upon realizing your hand has found the home where it belongs the most but you choke those feelings down and save them for later, instead meeting his eyes with a half smile. 

You can blame the glassy eyes on the alcohol, after all.

“I mean it. Thank you for the wine and thank you for the company.”

Squeezing his hand back, you finally break eye contact and tuck your face back into your shoulder to hide your grin.

“It’s the least I can do, Kakashi.”

He laughs mid sip and sits up, letting go of your hand gently and swallowing hard.

“Did you just call me Kakashi and not Lord Sixth?”

You laugh and shrug. You cannot take this back and you know it, inviting his name into your mouth is something you can’t revoke even if you pretend this never happened tomorrow morning. So you allow yourself the simple luxury of letting it hang between the two of you, his smile a picture you’ll remember forever.

“A little gift from me to you.”

And what a gift it is, he thinks as his heartbeat quickens beneath his vest and he brings the cup back up to his lips to sip.

[emotionaldepravity]

Yandere! Obito x Reader Scenario

I'm genuinely so unwell for yandere Obito right now. Or maybe that's just me about Obito in general.... This is a very long post, and decently canon compliant. I'm willing to write more, but this specific storyline has been in my brain.

-Obito didn't start off as a yandere. He was the sweet and kind boy we all know. He understood boundaries and right from wrong. Its why he was able to love Rin, but never try to force her to love him back.

-When he sees Rin die, he truly believed there was no one else in the world who cared about him. His grandmother was dead, and after Kakashi was the one to kill Rin, any respect he had for his teammate died.

-Though Madara's manipulation of the boy convinced him rather easy to give up on the world, a small part of him wondered if he is truly alone. With the task he was taking up to become the savior of the world, he needed allies.

-As he replayed his childhood over and over in his mind, he realized that someone else besides Rin cared about him, you. You often chatted with him, but he never really thought much of it. You weren't Rin after all. However, he did remember that you asked about his grandmother, didn't tell him off about being late, and even offered to tutor him once in a while.

-You even told him that you supported his dream of being Hokage. Of course you had to explain that Rin was the one who told you about it. Obito would have never have confided in you about his dreams.

-However, that was then. He had much to consider now especially with Kakashi's "betrayal" still burning his heart.

-He had a lot of time to think about what he should do about you. How would you fit in his dream world? Would you want to help him?

-Most of his worries centered on whether you still cared about him for all these years. Surely you of all people would have moved on. After all, its not as if he was totally sure your feelings were even strong enough to be useful to him.

-One day, when he expected to spend sometime of his own at Rin's grave, he saw you walking around. You paid respects to the war monument running a gloved finger over his name. Bingo. He could work with that.

-Something irked him though. If he wasn't Obito anymore, how could he bring you over to his side? What could "Madara" say that you'd be willing to listen to? No, no that wasn't the real problem. He could find a way. The dark circles under your eyes were enough for him to be certain that more deaths than his had effected you.

-So then what was it? Something told him he'd know if he spent some time studying you. Within two days, he was able to find out anything he needed to know about your schedule, including where you lived.

-He didn't know what he was looking for as he scanned your apartment. It was plain and about what he had expected from what he remembered about you. He almost left as soon as he arrived, but he still lacked the answers he had come there for.

-A rather innocent selection of framed photos sat on your desk. Some of your family, some of your friends now, some of your summoning animals, all of these didn't stick out much in his mind. While there was none of you and a singular person, he just assumed that any romantic trysts were short lived for you. He pushed down the feeling of relief he had at the thought.

-In your bedroom, he saw it. It was clearly a shrine. Though it was nothing like picture board he had of Rin. It was truly a shrine to pay respects to the dead. A well used incense stick sat precariously in its holder next to a very small picture frame. He might have passed over the sight if it weren't for the fragrance of fresh flowers mixing with the smell of ash. The little vase was filled with wildflowers and a singular chrysanthemum. It felt a bit eerie even to him staring at the image of the boy he once was.

-He wondered, do you die every day when you wake up like he did? Did you... miss him? Clearly he was important to you otherwise it wouldn't be his picture sitting there. You must have loved him.... You must still love him. This was perfect! All he needed was to convince you that you could be with him in the Infinite Tsukuyomi, right?

-Once the idea latched into his head it just wouldn't leave him. The thought that you'd do anything for him. That as long as it was him, you'd be willing to betray everyone. No else mattered to you right? No one else had the honor of being prayed for every day so it had to be true. His thoughts about your devotion intoxicated him. He wanted to throw caution into the wind, but his desires would be fulfilled much later. The genjutsu's version of you would get to confess to him and he'd let you have a taste of him before he married Rin. The fake you who cried for the fake him wasn't someone he needed. Certainly, he could wait.

-He couldn't.

-You start to notice things missing in your apartment. At first it was benign things, like a worn out hair band or a pair of chopsticks you ate with more than the others. You chalked those things up to carelessness on your part.

-Next, the number of flowers you placed in the vase seemed to change. Usually it was the wildflowers you picked from the forest, which didn't bother you. Maybe you dropped one on the way back home. The week the carnation went missing, you pretended that you didn't remember buying it.

-Then, came a bra or panties you swore up and down you knew were in your dirty clothes. You particularly liked them, but maybe your non-shinobi friend that looked after your apartment accidentally took them home when she helped wash your laundry during your last mission.

-Finally, you noticed your journal from when you were a kid missing. It wasn't something you handled much so you just assumed that you lost it in moving. It hurt since the little trinkets you kept taped to the pages were all you had of some of people now.

-Obito kept your things in the Kamui dimension. They were the safest there. Where he could protect them. Especially your diary. His most prized possessions. It was so personal. It was oddly thrilling to be the hero , the object of desire, the prize to win. He'd never felt so loved.

-Zetsu would have bring him out of his stupor. He was wasting time stalking you. Obito would have to remind him that he was the one in charge. However, he had much to do and he needed to move pieces around in other villages. He'd have to come back for you if he fond the time.

-Obito would try to manipulate things to get you to desert the village. Maybe he'd ensure a close teammate of yours was killed or that you'd see a particularly cruel atrocity so you'd be disillusioned with the world. He wants you to come with him willingly. Pawns that weren't staunchly loyal would only hurt him in the long run. He would hate to have to put you down instead of giving you the dream you deserved. He would never purposefully tell you who he really is unless he was sure . It would be hard to keep away, but seeing you serving him would keep his desires in check. He could keep an eye on you properly this way. You might even smile for him if he played his cards right.

-If that wouldn't work, he would only kidnap you if you somehow recognize him when you see him as Tobi/Madara. It would be out of pure excitement. Of course you'd recognize him! You have everything about him memorized. You'd know "the man you loved" no matter what happened to him! Years didn't mean anything to you.

-He'd try to act stoic for you, but on the inside he was bursting. It must be overwhelming for you to even believe he is alive after all this time. He'd cherish your tears whether of joy or sorrow at the proof that it really is him.

-Nothing would prepare him for a cold or confused reaction. Depending on how much you understood about the Akatsuki you might even hate him for what he had done. That would just be proof that this you is fake.

-If you thought he was ugly, he wouldn't even feel sad. "The me you'll get to love in the Infinite Tsukiyomi won't have these scars. Everything will be to your preference. Don't you want to make that happen? Doesn't that sound like a perfect dream?"

-He wouldn't kill you if you continued to fight him. He'd just leave you to starve in the Kamui dimension alone . As long as you didn't stop him, he wouldn't hurt you. That's all he would need.

-Feeding into the delusions he had been crafting is more dangerous than trying to refute them. It would mean that he'd feel justified in stalking and stealing your things. It would mean that you really do want him to "save" you from this cruel world.

-He'd expect you to fight on his side no questions asked. In return, he'd let you be close to him. He'd give you a bit of intimacy that could be built upon in the Infinite Tsukuyomi. It doesn't matter if you say you don't want it, he knows you are just acting embarrassed for being called out. He'd show you your journal and let you know he understood everything. Straying from this path once you're on it would lead to the death of anyone you have ties with. He would make sure that you'll have no distractions.

-He wouldn't accept that you'd be happy with just being with him if you went that angle to convince him. Obito knows deep down that you would much rather be with the version of him who returned to the village and became Hokage. He isn't that man. Even if he finds himself more in love with you than Rin, he can't just go back to living a normal life. Nothing would feel real. Nothing could feel real.

-Alternatively, if he sees you again during the Fourth Great War, he'd be able to keep himself in check better. He wouldn't want to kill you and would be less likely to lash out if you were angry with him.

-He'd be more focused on converting you to his ideals. Though he'd offer you getting to be with him, he'd save it as a last card. If that didn't work he'd just break your spirit so you wouldn't get in his way.

[imkakashisexual]

Kakashi 🥷🏻🌾💚🤍💕

Я схожу с ума! Мне мало-мало-мало... Мне мало-мало-мало тебя! Знаю я сама... Мне мало-мало-мало, Мне мало-мало-мало тебя.

[kakairu-shrine]

This is my fifth fic for @kakairu-rocks event, KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, written for the Shall We Dance? prompt!

It is also for the lovely @oneinist, as their prize for winning the KakaIru Advent Calendar Battle 2023; and uses their trope 'not noticing the mistletoe at first'!

Please double check the tags before reading!

Enjoy!

Adults (7571 words) by demonofabove Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Yamato | Tenzou, Maito Gai | Might Guy, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura, Sai (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Inuzuka Kiba Additional Tags: KakaIru Valentine's Week 2024, Shall we dance?, Dancing, Drinking, Mistletoe, Christmas Party, Fluff, Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Hijinks & Shenanigans Summary:

The big annual shinobi Christmas party is coming up; and Kakashi doesn't want to go… Until he hears that Iruka will be there.

With plenty of alcohol in the cards, how will the evening go down?

[kakairu-rocks]

Fanwork Friday - January 12, 2024

Hi and welcome to our second Fanwork Friday post 💚💚 If you want to read about the concept please see our launch post here on the forum. Let’s get into the next work which is:

Fanwork title: The Final Raid Creator: @kakairu-shrine From event: KakaIru Maze Challenge 2021 Fanwork type: Fanfiction

Rating: Explicit Warning(s): Graphic Depictions Of Violence URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29257122

Description: In this pirate AU, Iruka and his crew ambush a Navy ship, but when it’s time to go, he gets captured and is stuck aboard the White Fang. The crew needs him, but why does he want to take his time with the captain?

As explained in the first post, the list of the works is completely randomized, but considering how many creations kakairu-shrine has put out there throughout the years, I don’t think any of us are surprised at the reappearance!