So, based on that little aside in dreaming of speculation/engagment ficlet can I ask for onesided Netsui/Shikako?

Hm… well… I can’t say one sided Netsui/Shikako DOESN’T appeal to me… I am all about one sided feelings and bristling anger over embarrassing crushes. 

This one may take me a while–I’m unsure what direction I should go for this one–but it’s a fantastic prompt, so thanks anon!

The Five Bastards of Alzeida, 1/? (2016-03-31)

When the king of Alzeida dies, he does not leave behind any wife, siblings, or legitimate children as his heir. The throne is empty for three months war nearly breaking out before one of the nobles, always reaching, always grasping for power, suggests:

“Why not an illegitimate child?”

The question is asked with a specific illegitimate child in mind–one Tarkin Delano, whose uncle by his mother would then become his Regent–but while fortune may favor the bold, it also favors those who aren’t unrepentant skeeze balls reviled by all of the other noble families. Which is saying quite a lot.

Because while Tarkin Delano may be the only noble-born bastard son of the deceased king of Alzeida (which would in normal scenarios make him a shoe-in for the throne) given the reputation of the other half of his heritage, some families consider war a preferable option. Luckily, he is not the only noble-born bastard or even the only bastard son, and he is definitely not the oldest.

And so the political race begins.

Four other bastard children are found and backed by different families to be the next monarch of Alzeida.

Of the five bastards in contention, only two are of noble birth on both sides: Tarkin Delano, whose family is only considered noble because their well established history prevents any of the other families from disregarding them entirely, and Harriet Stowe, of Mhyrnon Nation. Which, as opponents of Harriet Stowe’s bid for the throne, has not been a part of Alzeida for at least a century.

The next likeliest candidate would be Sir Elyan of the Hidden Rivers. Which is a very impressive sounding title indeed, except for the fact that he only was elevated from squire to knight three years before his training was complete because news of his claim. Anything to turn the Hidden Rivers from a minor territory with little to no points of interest into the home of the next king.

Unlike Elyan–whose mother was, if not nobility, then at least of a class that was not too far off–the remaining two would not even merit a mention were it not for a single, important fact: Poppy the kitchen servent and Zed, who is only known as such, both have magic.

Centuries ago, the kingdom of Alzeida was known for having powerful magicians amongst the upper echelons of court. Of course, the most powerful were the royalty themselves. Back then, marriages and alliances were based around magical bloodlines; power grabs were far more literal.

And yet, time passes, magic declines, and so does the power if not the prestige of the monarchy and nobility. Occasionally, there will be traces–a child who survives a great fall, or a territory whose harvests do not suffer as much as the rest of the kingdom during lean years–but nothing as the legends say.

Still, Poppy can maintain the fires of the castle’s kitchen oven with less than half of the fuel others would require–no small feat considering the castle feeds over two hundred people every day–and Zed. Well, Zed is a special case.

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A/N: Here’s this uncomplete-ish thing I tried to write+post yesterday but couldn’t because no internet. Basically, political machinations are on my mind so…

I kept bouncing between wanting to make it really informal or vaguely historical fantasy-ish. Still not sure what style I want.

Are you still taking prompts? If so: Shikako Gaara, from Team 7’s point of view? Thanks!

I’m always taking prompts and I always try to respond/fill them in some way–whether by fic or brainstorming. Even if I’m not very quick on the turn around, I’m always glad to get prompts.

So thanks for sending this one, anon, and we’ll see how soon I get to filling it.

Dreaming of S(uccess, the hollow hearted edition), a DoS remix drabble (2016-03-28)

There is only one person that Shikako has ever honestly considered telling the truth about her past, but so long as he wears the Hokage’s hat she cannot:

Kakashi is the Rokudaime, an honor and responsibility that he never wanted but must dutifully serve until his successor is deemed ready. So long as he is the Hokage he cannot put his students’ lives above the rest of the village.

And so she does not tell him, even when her knowledge has stopped being relevant, even after all of the things she feared has been resolved and become the past twice over. She does not tell anyone.

Not until he passes down the hat.

Naruto, finally accepted by the village he calls home, stays and learns. Sasuke, chafing under the years of being protected with a short leash, requests missions with long durations in far off places.

Shikako chooses to wander the land–training trip or research trip or maybe even both, inheriting Jiraiya’s role as spymaster and fuinjutsu master and author (though her books are far less perverted in nature).

During war, Team Seven banded together to save the world. In peace, they spiral apart.

Perhaps one day they will be reunited, but there is very little that can stand up to one of them, much less requires all three, and so that day is far away.

There are marriages and children and entire lives being lived without her, and Shikako realizes, almost five months after her twentieth birthday, that this is basically the same thing that must have happened after whatever ripped her from her old world reincarnated her in this world.

Maybe her sister got married, maybe there is a niece or nephew in that old world that she has never met and will never meet. Or has time progressed even further–another generation on who wouldn’t even be told of their missing great aunt, much less care.

She doesn’t know if there’s a niece and nephew here, in this version of this world, that she hasn’t yet met.

She goes home immediately.

She regrets it almost immediately.

She’s grown beyond the shape she once carved herself into for their sakes, and now they no longer fit.

She doesn’t know if she means her brother, her team, or Konoha itself.

It’s stifling and bewildering, this place she once called home, this place she killed and died for. All of the changes like unfamiliar scars on people who she once would have said she knew better than anyone.

That is no longer the case.

Shikamaru has long since learned to be less protective of her–his twin his shadow his sister–but now he has a wife and child and somehow Shikako is no longer his. Sasuke has settled into his own skin, an identity she has never seen, a life she could have never predicted. Naruto is the hero grown, triumphant, successful; he does not need her to guide the way, to show him how to make dreams reality.

He’s already done so.

Naruto is no longer a boy hoping to be the Hokage.

He is the Hokage.

Which means Kakashi is not.

Once, he may have been the only person she ever considered telling the truth, but that was many years ago.

She has changed and so, too, has he.

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A/N: … I’m posting this as a response to this prompt because this is what shook out of my brain, but I’m not entirely satisfied with this so I will hopefully be making a less bleak/rambling edition