jashinist_feminist
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A weekend without Kakuzu forces Hidan and Konan to reconsider the way they feel about each other.
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Why spend Christmas alone when you can spend it with good friends?
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As his cousin ascends as the Third, Rasa makes an interesting observation...
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Sasori is completely unimpressed when assigned Sakura as a tablemate in woodwork class.
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After their night spent together in a tent, Third finds another excuse to spend time with Sasori...
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The importance of friendship. Nagato/Konan. PWP.
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- Part 3 of Amegakure
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07 Feb 2020
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She hadn't cried since Yahiko died.
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07 Feb 2020
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“Who’s there?” she asks, pretending her voice doesn’t crack and her fingers don’t shake.
“Neighbor,” comes the gravelly reply. “Are you okay?”
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- Part 12 of Every Day I'm Tumblin'
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07 Feb 2020
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His plan to kill the Kazekage had been a tricky one to configure. The Third Kazekage was the most powerful Sand ninja, a feared ninja throughout nations, and his kekkei genkai was envied for its properties. It was the reason it took him so long to come up with a plan. So, how was Sasori going to get close enough to the Kazekage to murder and kidnap him to make him his own personal puppet? It was simple really...
Lord Third was a homosexual. And Sasori appeared to be his type.
So the plan: seduce the Kazekage into a false sense of security. How hard could it be?Bookmarked by jashinist_feminist
26 Jan 2020
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In the dim of a cave, Konan’s life shatters.
Her life’s work, futile. The fatal cavalry line and attack parallels she drew across the rainy plains of Iwa, stretching over the dunes of Suna—all to dust.
She stares at the boy, the cause of all her problems, and with all the pain and hatred she has in her—oh, and she has a lot—she glares, glowers, simmers, and steams, anger barely bottled in her as she quakes and quivers and convulses.
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16 Jan 2020