Symbol From the Past

Orochimaru x Reader

Synopsis: You had heard that Orochimaru was a part of the ANBU once upon a time, but it wasn’t until you saw him shirtless that you realized it was true.

A/n: btw, if this isn’t in fact canon, we are now making it canon on this blog. Because I fucking LOVE the ANBU…. Can you tell?!

You watched intently from the bed, eyes glued to his left arm as he moved through the room. You had heard the rumors all day long.

“Orochimaru’s new body didn’t erase his ANBU tattoo, that tattoo hasn’t been on his skin for years”

“The host body must be different from the others… He hates that tattoo, after all, it’s the first to go”

“I didn’t even know he was a part of the ANBU when he was in his twenties”

“I heard it was only a couple missions, but still, this just shows how strong he really is”

Those were only a few of the whispers you managed to hear, but it had your mind reeling and fingers itching regardless. “You’re staring” his cold tone snapped you out of your dreamy haze. Your eyes met his before casting to the ground beside the bed, he knew of the rumors and he had a faint idea of why you were looking at him in awe. It annoyed him. Annoyed him because he hated the damn tattoo that reminded him of his stupid compliance with the leaf. You left the village as well, so why did you want to be reminded of it?

“Can I see it?”

It was bold of you to ask, but it was even bolder of you to lock eyes with him. His breath hitched in his throat, as his mind tried to piece together what you just so shamelessly asked of him. You could have waited a couple minutes for him to take off his shirt, but you knew that he would put another one on to cover it up. You wanted to touch it, trace it, kiss it… There was something about that damn tattoo that had your mind reeling. Maybe it was the power it symbolized? The incredible strength that it takes for one to proudly bear it? You didn’t know what it was, but all you knew was that you wanted to desperately see it.

Orochimaru let out a deep sigh, there was no way around this… “Fine. But just this once” he muttered out, fully knowing that once you caught sight of the tattoo he would never be allowed to wear a shirt around you again. You perched higher on the bed, grin widening as you watched him slowly undress. His left arm was facing away from you as if he was teasing you for as long as possible.

“Maru” you whined out, head cocking to the side as a pout graced your lips. A sly smirk grew on his face before finally turning to face you fully. You moved your head to try and get a peek but he covered it with his right hand, cooing at you for being so impatient. Your pout soon turned into a deep frown, eyes taking the form of “puppy dog eyes” in the hopes that your cuteness would encourage him to give you what you wanted.

Slowly, Orochimaru moved to the side of the bed, his left hand moving to cup your chin. His right still hid the tattoo on his left bicep but just him being closer calmed your anxiousness and nerves. “Why do you wish to see such a thing? Don’t you hate the symbol?”

Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion, eyes snapping up to meet his cold glare. Your right hand subconsciously touched his left hand before moving it up his arm until it rested on top of his right hand. “I guess I hate the symbol… But I would die from happiness if I saw it on your skin…” your words died off as you pulled his hand away, revealing the red tattoo that lay proudly on his pale skin.

“So pretty” you whispered out, a smile ghosting your lips as you faintly traced the simplistic shape. Orochimaru pursed his lip as you craned your neck to get a better look, eyes dazzling in the candle light as you cooed out praises of how pretty he was. He didn’t like his time on the team, he didn’t like wearing the stupid tattoo, but this moment had his mind spinning.

Orochimaru shifted slightly to give you a better angle and smirked at the excited squeal that fell from your lips. Your fingers grasped tightly onto his bicep before you pulled him over your body. He fell beside you, grunting as you manhandled him into a position where you were practically on top of him. “Y/n” his warning fell on deaf ears as you straddled his waist. His black hair splayed out on the pillow below and if you weren’t so entranced with the red ink on his milky skin, you would have commented on how pretty he looked right now.

You lowered your head to get a better look at the tattoo, heart beating faster as you traced it again and again with your eyes. Orochimaru opened his mouth once more to announce he had enough, but your sweet lips touching the mark stopped him in his tracks. The kisses didn’t feel real at first as you tried to appease the beast below you, but soon you forgot about him and began peppering kisses all over him.

“I know you hate this tattoo, and I do as well… But I love how it looks on your arm. It’s just another reminder as to why I feel safe around you” You purred out, resting your head on his chest as you looked up at him dreamily. His yellow eyes were wide and you noticed the range of emotions that were swimming in them. Disbelief. Confusion.

Love.

Deciding to not press your luck, you slid off of his body and laid beside him. The sound of his heartbeat resonated in your ears as you let your eyes droop sleepily. It didn’t take long before you had fallen asleep curled into his side, but Orochimaru was far too full of emotions to even think of sleep. Maybe he’d keep his shirt off around you from now on… Maybe he’d ensure that the tattoo carried over to the next vessel as well. If it meant you were happy, then he’d do anything for you.

Even if it meant bearing that stupid tatttoo.