Katariah
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It was golden, gossamer, delicate like petals on the wind, and it smelled like home in a way that Kakashi's little apartment never had. It smelled like clean sheets and sunshine, like warm sugar and strawberries and vanilla. It made him ache, made his mouth water. He spent long moments breathing it in, each inhale causing flickering images of domestic bliss to burst on the backs of his eyelids—a modest garden bed with ripened tomatoes, a table set for two, light shining through white lace curtains billowing in an afternoon breeze, a loveseat by a crackling hearth…
He knew what it meant. Mate. Not just someone compatible, someone ideal.
A soulmate.
Or; the possessive, desperate, pining Kakashi soulmate story I've been wanting to read for the last 15 years.
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11 May 2023
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The toughest was when Naruto would cry, all alone in his tiny studio apartment, curled up in his bed wrapped around a stuffed frog Kakashi had gotten him when he’d started at the ninja academy at age 8. He’d gotten attached to it instantly and long after he’d stopped playing with his other stuffed animals, he still carried it around the house, sat it at his dinner table, spoke to it. It was a poor substitute for what could have been, and he frequently imagined himself in the frog’s place… sitting at Naruto’s dinner table, holding him when he cried, curling up in bed with him each night.
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He kept thinking about that knife sinking in between his mate’s delicate little ribs, piercing his heart and taking him away forever. He couldn’t stand it. In his head, he pictured all the ways he’d keep Naruto safe and happy if he could. Locked doors in a secluded cottage, with a greenhouse for all of Naruto’s plants and a big kitchen they could cook together in, and no one would come looking for them because no one would know they were there…
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It was easier, when she was younger and removed from his immediate sphere of influence, to ignore how much she resembled her belated parents. Loud little girls running through the streets, pulling pranks and shouting at the ignorant masses could, with effort, be relegated to the wallpaper of his life. But now, removed from ANBU and tapped to play Jounin-sensei, in a strange, upside-down parody of Kakashi’s own genin team, Naruto could not be ignored.
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- Part 1 of The Function of Muscle
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When the rain sends Naruto and Kakashi inside, Kakashi is surprised, horrified, and far too interested in what happens next. He's a sensei...he can teach. Shameful (shameless?) PWP KakaNaru!
--Now with an updated smutty third chapter!
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A six year old washes his own clothes. He doesn't know how to wash his clothes, because no one taught him, but he knows it is something that must be done, because he is a six year old who has heard many unpleasant things said about his cleanliness and smell, and he is a six year old that does not want to hear those things any longer.
Outside perspective at how utterly preposterous it was for Naruto to be on his own at such a young age.
I don't know if he had a care taker at age six, since Canon didn't mention it, but In this fic he doesn't to give an even clearer perspective on how warped Naruto's upbringing and consequent worldview was.Series
- Part 2 of Naruto Neglect Collection
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At 8 months old, the baby stops crying, and no one notices or cares.
Kinda a prequel to "A six year old Washes his clothes"
À deeper look into Naruto's possible/probable upbringing, and the hate and resentment directed at him even as a helpless baby because of the demon sealed inside. Since most of Naruto's early upbringing wasn't revealed in canon, I've taken artistic liberties based on what glimpses of his life we did get.Series
- Part 1 of Naruto Neglect Collection