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For this her loveliness was curved (--And carved as silver is:)

Summary:

It all started a month back, when Itachi forgot that he was a gentle child, moments away from dissolving into masochistic rituals of repentance.

Notes:

Heyyyyy guyyyys. So — long time?

Now, listen, I know more than half of my stories are WIP’s. I know okay, but January was Hell. I caught Covid, then when I finally started recovering, my dad caught Covid, and he’s in his seventies, so I was so beyond burnt out it wasn’t even funny.

The good news is that this story is fully finished. All 9+1 chapters of it. It’s a mindless bit of fluff, for the most part. There is no plot, just me wanting to actually write a slut!Itachi without it having to be a crossover. I basically hand-wave the Canon away.

I hope you enjoy it. The plan going forward is to post this twice a week, soaking up your goodness which will give me the energy to finish at least two of my WIP’s. Then I will hunker down and work on my long-form Space Opera Naruto AU. It’s, yeah. The outline is monstrous, but it’s less about pretty twinks living their best lives and more about—Space Opera stuff. Yeah.

One more warning for people in the back. There is no plot here. None. This isn’t crack in the strictest definition of the term, but it’s not not crack. It’s a fun little romp, from Itachi’s kid years, over his slutty teenage phase and ending with Kakashi’s Eager Househusband phase. A rom-com, maybe? Idk.

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Chapter 1: Introduction

Chapter Text

It all started a month back, when Itachi appeared to have forgotten that he is a sweet, gentle child who abhors killing and always looks to be a hairsbreadth away dissolving into masochistic rituals of remorse.

 

No, well, maybe it all started when the already quiet child became functionally non-verbal, flinching at every gentle word or gesture like they’re knives aimed straight at his eyeballs.

 

Well. Maybe it all started when Hatake Kakashi, ANBU Captain Hound, neck-deep in a prolonged suicide spiral, was handed a boy of ten for his highly specialised assassination and frontline combat squad. That seems like an appropriate beginning. It all started when Hatake Kakashi, fresh off of a particularly nasty case of a cracked Shinobi serial killer who brutalised an untold number of girls and boys across the Land of Fire, took one look at the sleek, well-bred kitten of a boy and something in him sprained. You will keep this boy alive, Shinobi, got scorched into his mindscape. You will keep him alive, which means you will keep yourself alive.

 

And so, one Hatake Kakashi stumbles out of his own terminal depression, one step at a time.