Fic Meme
Saw it a couple of places, if anyone wants me to do a pairing, just ask.
ItaKure
Angst: She pushed her fingers through his hair as he was stock stiff in her arms. It was a long mission, and he was young, so young. It was almost criminal. He murmured that he would pay for it, and she nodded. Yes, he probably would, the dead always demanded retribution. But for now, she could offer comfort, a way to pass the time.
AU: She was stiff, calm almost, if you couldn't read body language. The only give away was the blood up her arms, smattering her clothes and up her neck, drying her hair stiffly as she stood in the foyer of the Police Station.
"My husband" she began "has been murdered. Do something about it."
Itachi, first week on the job, was the one to catch her when she collapsed.
Crack: "Itachi-san" she murmured, applying the lipstick. "I find it concerning that you make a prettier girl then I do."
Crossover: Mort stared out behind Death. The mans eyes were spinning, a un-natural red, Mort was transfixed. Perhaps this is what Death had been talking about, Genjutsu was it? This one seemed calm, was leaping to attack as was often the case. Apparently. This one seemed very aware however.
UCHIHA ITACHI? Death's voiced boomed.
Uchiha Itachi bowed, deeply. Death inclined his head in return, Mort hurried to half bow back, fumbling around the side of Death.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Shinigami-sama." He turned to look at Mort, "And...?"
IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET DIRECTLY FINALLY AS WELL. DESPITE HOW MANY TIMES WE HAVE CROSSED PATHS WE HAVE NEVER SPOKEN. Death gestured his scythe to his side. AND THIS IS MY APPRENTICE,
"Mort," replied Mort.
IT IS HIS SECOND WEEK ON THE JOB. Death finished.
"Mort-sama." Uchiha Itachi bowed to him as well. "What is to happen now, Shinigami-sama?"
For being completely out of his element, Itachi looked, calm, collected. Mort shrugged mentally, the guy had the reputation of being all those things, from what Death had told him, the man was a effecient killer, always had a sharp blade.
YOU WILL KNOW. Said Death. I JUST COME TO SEE YOU THROUGH.
Itachi nodded. That seemed to be enough, his whole being began to unravel till all that remained was a blue buzzing light that much like the man himself, shot straight up, full of directness and intention and little deliberation.
I LIKED HIM. Death murmured as they mounted Binky. GOOD MAN, HAD STYLE. PITY ABOUT HOW IT ALL WORKED OUT.
First Time: Itachi was fumbling with how to tug the dress off her shoulders. His need to kiss her met with his need to take her clothes off, and he was no Hyuuga, he couldnt see in two places at once. She braced her hands on his shoulders. "Relax Itachi, we've got all night." And she drew him for a slower kiss, removing her clothes herself. It was probably for the best, his fingers were to greedy to touch her skin to concentrate on the fiddly bits.
Fluff: She loved his hair, she didn't understand why men got such beautiful hair. True hers was soft, but his was softer. Naked and content, she would pull him against and presses kissing into his hair as his fingers wondered across her body.
Humor: Not possible. They are both angsty. and I can't write humor.
Hurt/Comfort: When the guilt of her massacred chuunin team came back to her. She would sit so still, she was like a statue, Itachi didn't know what he was supposed to do, he'd never had to comfort anyone but Sasuke, was it any different with a lover? He would just nuzzle into her hair and whisper how much he needed her, wanted her, was still here, and he might not of been them, but he was here. It never seemed to be enough, eventually she would rise out of her pain, to take what she needed to be okay again from him.
Smut: When he thrust inside of her, he buried his head in her neck, muffling any sounds he made. Her legs would wrap around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. She murmured something to him, how much she needed him, wanted him, incoherent between her moans. How good he felt inside of her.
UST: It was a half aborted gesture, her hand dropping when she reached for him. She just wanted to pull him close, remind him that he wasnt alone anymore.
KakaSaku
Angst: He knew it was natural, moving on. We all had to move on, past the pain, the good memories, and the bad. He knew she would to. Knew it, and tried to accept it. But he still wanted to punch that smirk off Sasuke face when he looked at the two of them together with their first son.
AU: "Kakashi, I love you... and... I'm sorry to alarm you, and I know you thought this house would be a great buy... but. The ghost on the top story keeps splattering blood everywhere. The dragon statues keep taking my underwear and if that damn sludge stuff doesnt stop coming out of the tap enough for me to get a decent bath soon enough, we are moving. Alright?"
Crack: "Oh don't act like you aren't enjoying it."
"Sakura...."
"Yes, senei?"
"Was the pink lace really that... exciting to you?"
She crawled over him. "Oh you have no idea."
Crossover: Barkura and Kakashi looked at each other while Sakura gasped for breath between her laughter.
"Twins! You two are twins!"
Kakashi still didnt know how he looked like Ryou kid, besides, he didn't know Sakura liked her men that girly. Though, it would probably explain Sasuke.
First Time: The bathroom wall was uncomfortable. But it was as good as it got when you were a ninja. Shoved up and awkward with not enough coherency, not enough deliberation and final decision, just acting on as far as impulse as would allow. It hurt, Kakashi wasn't as skilled as every one made him out to be, but she still came, her fingers twisted in his hair and gasping for just that little bit more. They still regreted it.
Fluff: She caught a piece of his spikey hair between her lips and pulled a little, giggling when he turned to see what she was doing as best he could. Her giggles turned into a squeal when he grabbed her around the waist and went to roll her over.
Humor: I STILL CAN'T WRITE HUMOR. D:
Hurt/Comfort: She was covered in blood and shaking. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her tight as the groans of the dead echoed in both their heads.
Smut: Sometimes Kakashi was rough, sometimes she liked that better. She wasn't precious, soft and giggly all the time. He slammed her against the headboard. Groaning outloud how tight and wet and warm she was and just fuck, could he want her anymore? She could of healed the bruises, instead she just let them fade.
UST: She'd grown up so well, and he'd so little to do with it, it damn near made him sad. The mistakes he'd made, the things he should of told her, but as the blood trickled out of his mouth and she poured all her chakra into him. He smiled and told her to grow up, be a ninja. He coughed and closed his eyes, listening to her screams for him to fade.
Give me another pairing and I'll see what I can do.
ItaKure
Angst: She pushed her fingers through his hair as he was stock stiff in her arms. It was a long mission, and he was young, so young. It was almost criminal. He murmured that he would pay for it, and she nodded. Yes, he probably would, the dead always demanded retribution. But for now, she could offer comfort, a way to pass the time.
AU: She was stiff, calm almost, if you couldn't read body language. The only give away was the blood up her arms, smattering her clothes and up her neck, drying her hair stiffly as she stood in the foyer of the Police Station.
"My husband" she began "has been murdered. Do something about it."
Itachi, first week on the job, was the one to catch her when she collapsed.
Crack: "Itachi-san" she murmured, applying the lipstick. "I find it concerning that you make a prettier girl then I do."
Crossover: Mort stared out behind Death. The mans eyes were spinning, a un-natural red, Mort was transfixed. Perhaps this is what Death had been talking about, Genjutsu was it? This one seemed calm, was leaping to attack as was often the case. Apparently. This one seemed very aware however.
UCHIHA ITACHI? Death's voiced boomed.
Uchiha Itachi bowed, deeply. Death inclined his head in return, Mort hurried to half bow back, fumbling around the side of Death.
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Shinigami-sama." He turned to look at Mort, "And...?"
IT IS A PLEASURE TO MEET DIRECTLY FINALLY AS WELL. DESPITE HOW MANY TIMES WE HAVE CROSSED PATHS WE HAVE NEVER SPOKEN. Death gestured his scythe to his side. AND THIS IS MY APPRENTICE,
"Mort," replied Mort.
IT IS HIS SECOND WEEK ON THE JOB. Death finished.
"Mort-sama." Uchiha Itachi bowed to him as well. "What is to happen now, Shinigami-sama?"
For being completely out of his element, Itachi looked, calm, collected. Mort shrugged mentally, the guy had the reputation of being all those things, from what Death had told him, the man was a effecient killer, always had a sharp blade.
YOU WILL KNOW. Said Death. I JUST COME TO SEE YOU THROUGH.
Itachi nodded. That seemed to be enough, his whole being began to unravel till all that remained was a blue buzzing light that much like the man himself, shot straight up, full of directness and intention and little deliberation.
I LIKED HIM. Death murmured as they mounted Binky. GOOD MAN, HAD STYLE. PITY ABOUT HOW IT ALL WORKED OUT.
First Time: Itachi was fumbling with how to tug the dress off her shoulders. His need to kiss her met with his need to take her clothes off, and he was no Hyuuga, he couldnt see in two places at once. She braced her hands on his shoulders. "Relax Itachi, we've got all night." And she drew him for a slower kiss, removing her clothes herself. It was probably for the best, his fingers were to greedy to touch her skin to concentrate on the fiddly bits.
Fluff: She loved his hair, she didn't understand why men got such beautiful hair. True hers was soft, but his was softer. Naked and content, she would pull him against and presses kissing into his hair as his fingers wondered across her body.
Humor: Not possible. They are both angsty. and I can't write humor.
Hurt/Comfort: When the guilt of her massacred chuunin team came back to her. She would sit so still, she was like a statue, Itachi didn't know what he was supposed to do, he'd never had to comfort anyone but Sasuke, was it any different with a lover? He would just nuzzle into her hair and whisper how much he needed her, wanted her, was still here, and he might not of been them, but he was here. It never seemed to be enough, eventually she would rise out of her pain, to take what she needed to be okay again from him.
Smut: When he thrust inside of her, he buried his head in her neck, muffling any sounds he made. Her legs would wrap around his waist, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades. She murmured something to him, how much she needed him, wanted him, incoherent between her moans. How good he felt inside of her.
UST: It was a half aborted gesture, her hand dropping when she reached for him. She just wanted to pull him close, remind him that he wasnt alone anymore.
KakaSaku
Angst: He knew it was natural, moving on. We all had to move on, past the pain, the good memories, and the bad. He knew she would to. Knew it, and tried to accept it. But he still wanted to punch that smirk off Sasuke face when he looked at the two of them together with their first son.
AU: "Kakashi, I love you... and... I'm sorry to alarm you, and I know you thought this house would be a great buy... but. The ghost on the top story keeps splattering blood everywhere. The dragon statues keep taking my underwear and if that damn sludge stuff doesnt stop coming out of the tap enough for me to get a decent bath soon enough, we are moving. Alright?"
Crack: "Oh don't act like you aren't enjoying it."
"Sakura...."
"Yes, senei?"
"Was the pink lace really that... exciting to you?"
She crawled over him. "Oh you have no idea."
Crossover: Barkura and Kakashi looked at each other while Sakura gasped for breath between her laughter.
"Twins! You two are twins!"
Kakashi still didnt know how he looked like Ryou kid, besides, he didn't know Sakura liked her men that girly. Though, it would probably explain Sasuke.
First Time: The bathroom wall was uncomfortable. But it was as good as it got when you were a ninja. Shoved up and awkward with not enough coherency, not enough deliberation and final decision, just acting on as far as impulse as would allow. It hurt, Kakashi wasn't as skilled as every one made him out to be, but she still came, her fingers twisted in his hair and gasping for just that little bit more. They still regreted it.
Fluff: She caught a piece of his spikey hair between her lips and pulled a little, giggling when he turned to see what she was doing as best he could. Her giggles turned into a squeal when he grabbed her around the waist and went to roll her over.
Humor: I STILL CAN'T WRITE HUMOR. D:
Hurt/Comfort: She was covered in blood and shaking. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her tight as the groans of the dead echoed in both their heads.
Smut: Sometimes Kakashi was rough, sometimes she liked that better. She wasn't precious, soft and giggly all the time. He slammed her against the headboard. Groaning outloud how tight and wet and warm she was and just fuck, could he want her anymore? She could of healed the bruises, instead she just let them fade.
UST: She'd grown up so well, and he'd so little to do with it, it damn near made him sad. The mistakes he'd made, the things he should of told her, but as the blood trickled out of his mouth and she poured all her chakra into him. He smiled and told her to grow up, be a ninja. He coughed and closed his eyes, listening to her screams for him to fade.
Give me another pairing and I'll see what I can do.