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sungchan and enha hyung line nsfw links plsss - 🏳️🌈
I got you boo
NSFW TWT AHEAD
MxM
Sungchan - hearing your cute little moans while he feels your body up and down and stuffs you with his cock “such a tight little hole begging to get more of my cock, your a cute little slut when you beg for my cock”
Heeseung - hee finally letting you give being the top a try, he swore it wasn’t going to affect him but now he’s your cute little kitten begging for you too fill his whole “harder! Please fuck me harder~!” He may even start crying
Jake - your tongues running against each other while using each others leg to rub your cock against, small pants leaving his lips “I wanna see you cum like this, you looks so cute!”
Jay - dressing up all cute for him!!!! He’s immediately going weak!! Looking at you through the mirror with a smirk “you look so precious”
Sunghoon - “louder! I’m giving you my cock be greatful!” Hell continue to pound your hole watching you struggle to say anything, and he’ll find it so cute too
#Enhypen smut#Enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#riize smut#riize hard thoughts#riize hard hours#Sungchan smut#heeseung smut#Jake smut#Jay smut#sunghoon smut#🏳️🌈 anon#nsfw.twt
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So Daniela found out her gf speaks romanian because she started laughting uncontrollably when Cassandra made her tell an embarasing story
Cassandra found out when her gf had a long ass conversation in romanian in the morning and Cass snaped out of it when she realised wait what stop this is my gf I am talking with
Bela found out because her gf cursed and threatened a maiden in romanian after a the maidem tryed to get way too close to Bela
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Accurate XD
I loved Cassandra’s especially XD we all know this woman needs her time in the morning before she’s ready to process what’s happening around her. We love a groggy morning princess
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Hi hi lipgloss snukums it's the bisexual ask from earlier I'm so happy you took it into consideration so I read this one fic the other day of the reader being dommed by leon and Claire but.....BUT I kinda wanna see myself being dommed by leon and JILL (sorry I love leon but jill is just so AAAAAAAAAA) and maybe like sprinkle some taboo in there shit makes man rock hard (is a female) like imagine dark step dad and his coworker jill who you always happen to bump into whenever you vist dark step dad in the office. Now imagine all over you AAAAAAA imagine jill pointing the gun to your forehead saying things like "cum for me sweetheart if you don't cum I'm gonna pull the trigger" or leon using the gun as a dildo while jill chokes you AAAAAAAA
any way you see my vision pookie?
Also, can I be 🏳️🌈 anon? 🥺
Hello 🏳️🌈 anon! 👋
Of course! My inbox is always open for whatever idea/brain rot is taking up space in your noggin 😉
Jill is such a badass though like for real 💪 so I definitely see the appeal 🤭
ABANDMVL dark Jill with dark stepdad??? 😩 her and Leon would fight over you all the time though, no lie. He’s so possessive and then Jill comes along and you react so well with her that he’s hella jealous. So when you’re all 3 together and she’s making you cum from spitting in your mouth with a knife pressed to your throat, he’s so mad that he spanks your pussy until you cry 🤭
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could u adopt me? :3
-🏳️🌈 (hope this isnt taken already agh-)
YESS!! ^^ also it's not taken!
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Ooo! What about! Kakashi who assigns his partner(possibly a masc reader?) to be his "bodyguard" on his hokage business so they can stay together (also because he trusts them more than anyone else) but they take it super seriously
It'd go like
K: why don't you stay in my tent tonight to "keep me safe" ;)
Y/n: *stays up all night keeping watch*
hey there, my friend! apologies for the wait, i hope you enjoy this little fic. <3
Title: The Bodyguard (AO3 Link Here)
Summary: When Kakashi assigned his partner to be his bodyguard for the evening, he hardly expected him to take the job quite so seriously.
Word Count: 1,928
Warnings: masc!reader, nothing else, really. this be fluff.
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Kakashi disliked many things about being Hokage. Not the least of these were the long trips required when he made dignitary visits to other countries.
If here was still just Kakashi Hatake, the trip to the Land of Waves would have taken half the time he’d already been on the road, and they were barely more than halfway to their destination. Because now that he was Kakashi Hatake, Rokudaime of the Hidden Leaf Village, it was expected that he would not travel alone. He had to bring other representatives of the village with him. He was required to have a full ANBU detail to guard him. There was a representative from Terror & Interrogation as well-versed in poisons as Anko or Shizune had ever been who tested his food for him when they arrived in strange and distant locales.
It was exhausting, having to drag his feet through the dirt—on the rare occasions when they allowed him to walk, anyway; most of the time the ANBU Commander tried to get him to sit in a carriage and be pulled, which was mortifying—when he knew he could run three times as fast as the scouts two kilometers ahead.
Kakashi would never understand all the pomp and circumstance of the Hokage’s office. Wouldn’t it make more sense to just do things simply? To save money by not requiring such a huge contingent to travel long distances just because he wore some big, stupid hat?
Okay, Kakashi realized that was not the only thing his title dictated. And he knew how important it was to keep the Hokage safe.
He was no longer only himself; he was responsible for countless lives—civilian and shinobi. If he died, it would throw Konoha into chaos and cause undue strain on the entire population and economy as they tried to settle Naruto into the seat as quickly as possible, whether he was ready or not.
Kakashi groaned, allowing his posture to collapse even more than usual. Exhausted, he dragged his palms over his half-covered face in an attempt to stimulate some sort of alertness.
Only a few more days and they would finally arrive. Maybe he’d even have a chance to sneak away for a few precious moments of silence with you.
You.
At least your presence made the trip somewhat tolerable. Kakashi had been hesitant to add you to his security detail at first, not because he didn’t think you were a good fit for the job, but because he was afraid the perception of nepotism might hurt your reputation. Not many people knew the two of you were involved, and he thought those who did could certainly be trusted, but there was no accounting for gossip in the Hidden Leaf Village.
Intriguing tidbits of information often spread like wildfire amongst the shinobi forces—chatter and rumors were well-used methods by which many ninja blew off steam in the locker rooms after grueling missions.
Still, you’d convinced him the risk would be worth it because of the additional time you’d be able to enjoy in one another’s presence, even if it was primarily in an official capacity.
Of course, Kakashi had not accounted for how seriously you would take the appointment.
“No touching,” you had reminded him countless times in the Hokage’s office. “Not while I’m on duty.”
Kakashi let his gaze drift away from the paperwork before him to the mouth of his tent, the flap pinned open to let in the cool night air. There you stood, posture straight as a steel rod and head swiveling constantly. He would be lying if he said he did not admire the way the firelight outside danced along the ridges of your arms, highlighting the muscles left bare by the ANBU uniform.
Too bad he couldn’t reach over and drag you toward him as he wanted to.
He sighed, knowing you would never allow such a thing while the prying eyes of your comrades roamed the campsite beyond the Hokage’s tent.
Despite all he knew about your serious demeanor, however, Kakashi had hoped maybe you would allow yourself to relax tonight. And in spite of the obvious, when Kakashi had assigned you as his bodyguard for the evening, this was not what he had anticipated the night looking like.
“Are you sure he’s the right person to keep watch?” your Commander had asked. You were not typically stationed as the Hokage’s primary protection, mostly for your own safety. Kakashi hated the idea that you might one day feel compelled to stand between his body and an assassination attempt.
“There’s no one I trust more,” he’d said truthfully, ignoring the strange tilt of the Commander’s head as he peered at Kakashi through the ANBU mask.
“Very well, my Lord.”
Kakashi grit his teeth every time he heard the title uttered. It still felt wrong, somehow. Like a pair of shoes that were too tight or a hitai-ate that kept slipping over his nose.
“Serval.”
Kakashi tried to keep his voice calm and level as he called for you by your ANBU moniker. You turned, the harsh firelight outside contrasting with the single candle lighting Kakashi’s tent, throwing your ceramic mask into sharp relief—basking in a warm orange glow on one side while it was plunged into shadow on the other.
An apt visual metaphor for the life of an ANBU, Kakashi thought wryly.
“Sir?”
Kakashi hated when you called him that. It wasn’t quite as egregious as my Lord, which he’d had to beg you not to use, but it still sent a shiver of revulsion through him.
“Don’t call me that.”
Your posture stiffened slightly at the rebuke, and Kakashi softened his gaze and beckoned you in.
“Close the flap.”
You did as instructed—of course you did, you were a model soldier, always had been—and stepped further into the tent, hands clasped behind you as you awaited further instructions.
Kakashi gestured to the cushion opposite the low table he was working at. “Sit,” he said.
You hesitated. “Sir—” you sighed as you caught Kakashi’s perturbed expression, “Kakashi, I’m supposed to be keeping watch. I’m not sure this is—”
“What did you think I meant when I said I wanted you to stay with me tonight?”
Your head tilted much as your Commander’s had earlier in the evening—as if every ANBU operative underwent the same training in order to nonverbally communicate confusion.
“I’m not sure what you mean, S—” Your voice trailed off in an incoherent mutter.
Kakashi sighed, rising from his position with a small amount of effort. His back protested at his prolonged sitting, hamstrings crying out for attention, though he ignored them.
He moved swiftly over to you and removed your ANBU mask before you could stop him—the surprise clearly written over your newly-revealed features, the handsome face Kakashi loved so much.
He couldn’t help but smile when he was finally able to look at you. There was something about you—your face, your voice, your very being—that made him feel far more safe and protected than any security detail would ever be capable of.
“Do you know why I assigned you to this mission, Serval?”
Kakashi hated not using your real name, but he thought he should approach this topic carefully. You were still technically on duty, and he understood how seriously you took all your responsibilities—especially those related to him.
“Because I’m an excellent member of the Hokage Protection Detail,” you said, pride puffing out your chest as you tried not to smile. Kakashi was glad his mask somewhat hid the fact that he was beaming. “And I’m an asset to you and your entire convoy.”
Kakashi’s smile fell.
The fucking convoy. Kakashi had to strain very hard not to roll his eyes. What he would have preferred in every way was for the two of you to make the trip alone. It would have been quicker, more relaxing, and far more unassuming than the ridiculous parade of Konoha’s forces he was currently part of.
Why was stealth not considered a better option than pageantry? Was his status as Hokage really best represented by a growing number of staff and advisors than ability?
“That’s all true,” Kakashi said, setting your mask aside. He watched your eyes flicker over to the cool ceramic, mouth pulling down at the edges like a disappointed seam.
He could admit you were even more handsome when you frowned, the lines between your brows making you look more ruggedly attractive.
“But the main reason I assigned you here with me,” he said, letting his voice drop down into a whisper so you had to lean forward to hear him, “is because I wanted to spend time with you.”
He could see the embarrassment radiate from your body, from the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed to how your weight shifted subtly from one foot to the other.
“Sir, err, Kakashi, I—I’m not sure that’s wholly appropriate,” you said, clearing your throat and trying to maintain a veneer of professionalism.
“What’s inappropriate about me wanting to spend time with my partner?” Kakashi asked as he shrugged himself out of his vest. He let one of his hands drift to your bicep, fingers gliding over the warm skin of your arm until he reached the armor hitched around your forearm and loosened it with a deft flick. You fumbled to catch it before it fell to the ground.
“Kakashi, I am on duty,” you protested as he reached up to unfasten your ANBU vest.
“Yes,” he said, “and as your Hokage, I am ordering you to spend the evening with me because I don’t want to be alone.”
Your stiff posture softened when he threaded his fingers into your hair and kissed you on the cheek, the fabric of his mask still lingering between you.
“Besides,” Kakashi added as he stretched his neck, turning toward his bedroll, “What sort of Hokage would I be if I required protection all the time? I’m certain you and I can handle any enemies that might make it past your comrades on patrol, even if we’re asleep.”
You laughed, a deep, inviting sound that made the tension between Kakashi’s shoulder blades melt away.
“That’s better,” he said, smiling as he watched you undo the rest of your armor and settle onto the bedroll with him.
“Just for a little while,” you whispered, “until you’re asleep.”
“I’ll take what I can get.”
Kakashi woke a few hours later to find you seated at the edge of the thin camping pad, perceptive gaze trained on the entrance to the tent, which remained undisturbed. He wanted to grumble, to drag you back beneath the covers with him and never let you leave.
Instead, he shifted up until he was seated, also.
“Go back to sleep,” you said, sending him a half-warning smile, “You need to rest.”
You’d left the armor off, at least, which meant he could feel the heat radiating from your back as he settled his own against it, facing the opposite direction.
“If you’re keeping watch, then so am I,” he said.
You chuckled. “It’s my job to keep you safe, Hokage-sama.”
Kakashi shook his head, knowing you were teasing him with the formal title.
All the teasing left your voice when he answered, though.
“And it’s my job to keep you safe,” he said. “So we’ll keep watch together.”
Perhaps not the night he had envisioned, but expectations hardly mattered, as long as he was able to spend it with you.
#lemony scribbles#kakashi hatake#kakashi x you#kakashi x reader#masc!reader#kakashi fluff#idiots in love#🏳️🌈 anon
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you don't need any of the men that just fawn over your best friend! what you need is a hot woman! are you free on saturday to go see a movie?
-🏳️🌈
H-h-hot women??
M-me??
Oh, I don’t know if I could get hot women. I’m okay with … with w-women in general I…
Hot women are so pretty and so scary and I feel tiny next to them and—!!
Saturday? Y-yeah, sure, I’m free!
Eeeeeeeeee!!!
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Hi! It's me again :3 and I have another narrator hc‼️
He draws on his hands and palms a lot and Stanley loves being a little shit and tracing his finger over the drawings and it make narrator start covering his face with his other hand and start giggling and Stanley just watches like sjavjavshvueheuheue
Anyway that's all, also how are ya?
-🏳🌈 anon
Snfamauswnev this is SO DAMN CUTE!!!! I love the idea of the Narrator’s hands being really ticklish, it’s just the cutest thing ever! Even when Stanley draws on them he’s in a fit of giggles squirming around & it just gets worse when Stanley traces his fingers over the lines. & it makes him soooo flustered!!
I’m doing pretty good, thanks for asking! How’re you? & thank you for all the amazing tsp headcanons!
#asks#anon ask#🏳️🌈 anon#the narrator#stanley#the stanley parable#tsp#tsp headcanons#tsp tickle headcanons#ticklish!narrator
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hello!
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Hello child of man!
#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#diasomnia#twisted oc#lilia vanrouge#dire crowley#silver#sebek zigvolt#🏳️🌈 anon
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"shes such a sweet soul"SHES A DEMON CHILD THAT CAME FROM THE DEBTHS OF HELL(@runassimp,babes,I love you and all that but you and i both know your a demon spawn)
-🏳️🌈
Pfft. She is possibly a demon spawn, but so am I.
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ehejdkfofogofov i love this got me being delulu at heeseunga actually can i request like 5 nsfw links of that prompt of jock hee (top) x yn like thats gonna be so hot - 🏳️🌈
Ofc babes!!! I got the twts stacked!!!
NSFW TWT AHEAD
MxM
1 - Heeseung making you wait forever to finally fuck you, getting back to his dorm room with only thirsty minutes till his roommate shows up but he still teases you to the point you fuck your self “don’t get greedy! We don’t have to rush~ sunghoon can watch if anything”
2 - coming over when he’s hanging with his friends, everytime your away from the boys he’s right behind you, groaning in your ear “cmon baby let’s go to my room~ I need you~ I know you want it..”
3 - He couldn’t wait for classes to end, more could he wait to even make it to his car. Heeseung couldn’t help but fuck you in the bathroom, the stress of practice and classes all week giving him the stamina to just rail you, no words spoken, just both your moans echoing in the bathroom
4 - giving “we at a party, wake up together, and fuck again! In someone’s bed”!!! Hess whisper little shushed in your ear while begging in to thrust into you “you gotta be quiet, we don’t wanna get caught do we?”
5 - you all cute in the thigh highs, the perfect white color against your skin making him go feral. Wanting to fuck you so softly but wanting to hear your whines “you make me indecisive even when I fuck you~ almost too cute too ruin”
#heeseung smut#heeseung hard thoughts#heeseung hard hours#Enhypen smut#enhypen hard hours#enhypen hard thoughts#nsfw.twt#🏳️🌈 anon
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Imagine the Dimi sisters falling asleep somewhere around the castle and their SO finds them they want to cover them with a blanket the dimi sisters pulled them down on top of them but only to keep them warm not because they want cuddles .....cass I am looking at you
🏳️🌈
Bela and Cassandra would never admit they want to cuddle. But, their pride does allow them to yoink you on top of them XD🙌
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it hurts.
I know that I will never be able to accept myself, if I ever even figure it out.
my mother wouldn't accept me, she supports lgbtq+ but I know she wouldn't support me. she just wants her first-born daughter, her first ever child, the little girl that played with barbies and wore lots of pink, that she chose out.
It doesn't matter that she is having another girl, It wouldn't be enough for me to be able to no longer be one or just maybe be a little different. I mean I once mentioned not feeling like a girl and she yelled at me saying I'm not trans and that people who are have known since they were really little.
I never said I was trans, I don't know what I am. but it hurt. and I remember it vividly now that all those gender questions have flooded back into my system.
I can't be a boy.
I can't be genderfluid or questioning.
I can't be anything other than a girl.
- 🏳️🌈 anon
i want you to know that it might feel like that but i swear it isn't. you think your mother wouldn't accept you, but that's okay. because you shouldn't have to hide parts of yourself and in result make you even more unhappy instead of just presenting yourself as how you are.
i encourage you not to fully dismiss coming out. you don't have to, you don't ever have to. but i want you to think about when you aren't with your parents/people who wouldn't accept you. try out using a different name/different pronouns with your friends or on the internet and you can try presenting more masc.
i have no idea whether you live with your parents or if you're in college or moved out, but you can try getting shorter hair (even if you want it more stereotypically 'feminine', there are things like pixie cuts) and you can maybe slowly try and figure out your parents' stance on transgender rights, if you want.
<3 love you
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Hi lipgloss ik you're probably tired of hearing about this or anything related but I love how you handled the whole thing (honestly couldn't even sta d the thought of unfollowing you) I'm happy you learnt instead of getting rude or defensive and I love that you took responsibility I'm so proud and happy that emotionally intelligent writers like you still exist sending so much love take care sweetie 💕
-🏳️🌈
Hiya 🏳️🌈 anon!
And it’s okay; not everyone was around when it happened so when you come to check the blog it’s a lot of info to wade through 😆
And thanks for deciding to stay! 💜 Yeah, I mean I didn’t even know what I was being ‘cancelled’ for until some anons explained the situation after the fact. I would have preferred an open dialogue instead of a shun but I’ll take the L (I’d much prefer this than everyone being mean and spiteful to each other; no sense in all that when we can unfollow and/or block 👌).
I’m always open to correction! I just need the communication to do so, so I’m happy some anons explained it to me so I could learn from it.
I appreciate the love and well wishes 😭 💜
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SORRY FOR THE SUDDEN SILENCE SCHOOL HAS BEEN BEING MEAN 2 ME
BUT I AM LIVING!!! kinda
-🏳️🌈
NOOO ITS OKAY I HOPE SCHOOL STOPS BEING MEAN TO YOU SOON :((
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So here's a plot bunny from me to you
Hokage era Kakashi with a trans(possibly transmasc) partner who's his right hand
And when they're at a meeting with an official who refuses to use y/n's pronouns and y/n is trying to hide how it bothers them but Kakashi can tell and something tells me he would not tolerate that.
hello my dear 🏳️🌈 anon. you are absolutely right, kakashi would not stand for any misgendering. <3
and many many thanks to the always wonderful @depressedhatakekakashi for betaing this one to make sure i got it right. <3
Title: Identity (AO3 Link Here)
Summary: Kakashi stands up for you.
Word Count: 1,162
Warnings: transmasc!reader, tw transphobia (don’t worry kakashi puts them in their place)
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“I still don’t understand what she’s doing here.”
The words feel like the sharpest edge of a kunai running over the pads of your fingers--slicing so carefully the skin doesn’t even bleed, but the pain will linger for days afterward.
She.
The remnants of an old life--a wrong life--you have not been reminded of in a long, long time. But as you stand guard over the meeting room, posture rigid and expression vacant and passive, you feel a cruel, gnawing sensation in your belly. Like your stomach is trying to fight its way up your throat.
“Excuse me?”
It’s Kakashi’s voice that breaks through the increasing anxiety, warm and steady but with that underlying authority that cannot be taught. You know because you’ve tried to emulate it when leading missions, but there is something about Kakashi’s voice that demands attention, it’s always been there, as long as you’ve known him.
Certainly well before he donned the Hokage’s hat, as he does now.
The irritable dignitary, a man from some small Land you can hardly remember who’s trying to broker a trade deal with Konoha and several other villages, gestures vaguely in your direction.
“Your guard,” he says. “What is s--”
“They,” Kakashi says, stressing the word just enough for it to be noticeable, “are here at my request.”
He offers no further explanation. And in all honesty, that should be a more than adequate explanation. But the lord apparently has a differing opinion.
“I don’t bring my wife to business meetings,” he sneers. “Yours has no business here.”
You can sense it before you hear it, the incoming rebuke. Kakashi has this way of tensing the tendons of his neck when he holds back his fury, the very slight change in the carriage of his throat and jaw.
You lay a hand upon his shoulder. “It’s fine, Hokage-sama,” you say, “I will take my leave.”
But Kakashi stands from where he’s been seated at the meeting table, warm, calloused hand coming up to cover yours, to hold it against his shoulder when he knows you are about to pull it away.
It is a show of concern more intimate than most would expect; Kakashi has always hated any public displays of your relationship. Not because he is not proud to call you his partner--he has always been very clear with any and everyone who asks that you are more than a guard, more than a trusted advisor.
But he is also a private man, and he prefers to keep your kisses and touches safe behind closed doors where they belong only to the two of you.
That he now holds your hand in front of a room filled with half a dozen visiting dignitaries of various importance is a show of love and support that makes your heart join your stomach in the battle up your esophagus.
No one in the room speaks; hardly anyone, it seems, is even breathing when Kakashi leans across the table, a placid smile tugging at the corners of his eyes.
“My partner is also a respected shinobi of Konoha. I value their opinion immensely and they accompany me to all official meetings.”
There is a general nod of consensus from the other people around the table, many of whom you have worked with in the past.
“Well I’ve never heard of such a thing,” the man says haughtily.
“And I’ve never heard of someone being so rude as to use the incorrect pronouns to refer to a person who has already introduced themselves and helpfully provided them.”
You swallow, remembering how you bowed when you entered the room, providing your name and pronouns to the room full of people, something which remained a little nerve-wracking, but had always been met with the utmost respect.
Until today.
The man sputters, trying to come up with a response, but failing.
Kakashi, in yet another brazen show of affection, turns his palm against yours and entwines your fingers together. He turns to the rest of the table and inclines his head respectfully.
“I hope it will not trouble any of you too much if we reconvene a little later to continue our discussions.” They all nod in agreement. “Shikamaru!”
Kakashi’s beleagured assistant appears immediately, grimacing already.
Kakashi juts his chin toward the man still stuttering a non-response to Kakashi’s admonishment. “Please escort him out. I’m afraid Konoha has nothing to offer him in the way of trade.”
He does not wait for a response, turning swiftly on his heels and exiting the meeting room, pulling you beside him by your still-tangled fingers.
“Kakashi...” you say, feeling your knees buckle a little as the full weight of what’s just happened finally hits you. “That would have been a good deal, you should go back and--”
He stops, turns to face you with the same swift precision of the Copy Ninja, though he no longer posseses the eye that won him the moniker.
“I will not do business with someone who cannot adhere to the basic tenets of human decency and respect. Who’s to say someone so careless would hold up his end of the bargain, anyway?”
You search for words, but all you feel is a deep and spreading sense of gratitude for Kakashi’s swift and decisive action.
“Are you certain?”
Kakashi smiles, eyes twinkling. “Konoha has no need of trade deals. I only do this so our propserity can bolster our less advantaged neighbors. I will send word to his village that if another takes his office in the future, they will be more than welcome to return and negotiate again, as long as they do so in good faith.”
You smile, words failing you until you finally conjure a small, “Thank you.”
Kakashi chuckles. “You never have to thank me for something like that,” he says, turning to keep walking back toward his office.
Even now, he does not let go of your hand and you tighten your grasp, mouth pulling up into a smile as he briefs you on the coming day. When you return to the meeting room that afternoon, no one mentions the vacant seat, but Kakashi pulls up a new one so you may sit next to him at the table instead of stand guard by the door.
“You’re my right hand,” he says by way of explanation, “you deserve a seat at the table.”
You smile gratefully, sinking into the chair and feeling as if a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.
“Now,” Kakashi says, “where were we?”
The deals you help broker in that room hardly matter in the grand scheme, though several of your visitors depart with grateful smiles, shaking your hand and bowing low as they take their leave. What’s more important is the reminder that you are respected and loved not only by Kakashi, but by those around him. You have earned your place at his side, no matter what anyone else might say.
#lemony scribbles#kakashi hatake#kakashi x reader#kakashi x you#masc!reader#trans!reader#tw transphobia#🏳️🌈 anon#this is a queued post
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