#Obito lives AU

[nobelowz]

birthday hugs :')

[green-crocs12]

for context, obito lives after kannabi bridge mission au and kakashis left the team to join anbu (it’s been around 2 years since they’ve properly talked to the guy)

little bonus scene + the sketch :)

[pridoo]

obkk brain rot…

[shewhartmary]

IT'S OBKK IRL

change my mind

[tora-the-cat]

Naruto: I guess deep down.....Even Madara didn't want his clan to die with him. Even Madara, in his last moments, chose to save a life instead of ending one more. Obito, knows the old man saved his life just to spite him: m. ahm. nggg. mhm. sure kid

[anannua]

crybaby

[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part XXVI

Word Count: 3,081

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff and mentions of death

Notes: Sorry this took so long. I've been pretty mentally drained recently. I hope you all enjoy, though :)

“Hikaru is not going to learn any more fire style jutsu until he’s older, period,” you argued to Obito the next morning. 

He had been pushing the subject since he woke up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes while his mouth ran away from him. You had been consistent with your resounding, ‘no’, but he wasn’t listening very well. 

“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that,”

Your hands found their way to your hips as your face screwed up in a mixture of irritation and disbelief. Obito crossed his arms over his chest. He was disappointed and frustrated because he wanted to teach Hikaru - pass on his wisdom and skill since he didn’t have his own children - and benefit the next generation of shinobi. He had tossed and turned all night thinking about it.

“Obito, he’s going to catch the house on fire. A two year old does not have enough control over their body or their emotions to be playing with fire,” you tried to reason.

“The Uchiha can perform a fireball jutsu at four! He’ll be three in only a couple months, I don’t see why he can’t start learning a little bit now,” he fired at you, a scowl creeping onto his face.

“Because I said, ‘no’, damnit!”

His eyes widened. That was the closest he had ever come to hearing you raise your voice. Immediately after, you sucked in a deep breath and dropped your hands from your hips. You sighed out heavily and then repeated the action. 

“I will consider it after his birthday. But only chakra control at first. If you can teach him basic chakra control, I will allow a small amount of fire style. A SMALL amount, Obito,”

He could have done a victory dance right there in the kitchen. 

“Okay,” he replied, uncrossing his arms. “Deal,”

He took the few remaining steps between you and cupped your face in his large hand. He studied you for a moment, his thumb slowly caressing your cheek. “Y’know, you’re kind of hot when you’re angry,”

You let out a surprised bark of laughter and slapped his hand away. “There’s something wrong with you,”

He shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Nothing so wrong a kiss couldn’t fix it,”

You shook your head in amusement and let him close the distance between the two of you to press his lips against yours. This man would be the death of you, you were certain of it. 

Kakashi called from his office while you were cooking lunch. You greeted him cheerily and turned the call onto the speaker so Obito could hear, too. 

His voice took on an eerie, toneless quality. “Another clan was massacred in Akujia late last night. No survivors. From what I’ve learned, their weapons are becoming as advanced as our more powerful jutsus,”

You sucked in a breath. “What clan? Why?”

“The Breserya. They took an active role in speaking out against the atrocity Akujia committed against the Zen’in and their stance on chakra control,”

He continued, some strain appearing in his voice. “Somehow, Hina Zen’in and her child have become public knowledge in Konoha, along with new attention on what is happening in Akujia,”

Your mind was reeling with all of the implications of this. Cautiously, you asked, “How does - how does the public feel?”

“Outraged,” he stated. 

Your shoulders sagged a bit. At least they weren’t trying to get rid of Hina. 

“Why are you giving us this information?” Obito asked in a low tone, leaning directly into the receiver.

“A decision has been made to have another Kage Summit. They are demanding the attendance of someone they believe could have crucial insight that could help decide what actions we take… The same Akujian native and Leaf ninja who aided the last surviving Zen’in and brought them to Konoha for safekeeping,”

You and Obito stared at each other in shock. Your mouth was agape as you tried to comprehend Kakashi’s words. Obito shook his head slowly, a sudden and overwhelming fear for your safety flowing through his body in a tidal wave. 

You struggled to swallow with your dry mouth. “You’re joking,”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed out remorsefully. 

You couldn’t see it, but his eyes had closed and brows scrunched together while delivering the last bit of news. 

“What kind of ‘insight’ could I possibly have?” 

“I’m not sure, but I know you’re aware that most of our shinobi countries have such little affiliation with Akujia that we’re essentially in the dark. And with Akujia closing down its borders, it will become incredibly difficult for us to infiltrate for information,”

“I thought you put her here to keep her safe? And now you want to send her who-knows-where?” Obito interjected angrily.

“She’ll be safe with me, Obito,”

“How can you be so sure?” he spat. 

“Did we not fight in the same war?” 

He inhaled sharply through his nose. You put a hand up to prevent him from speaking further. “It’s not your decision,”

You spoke to Kakashi. “I’m assuming that it would not be taken lightly should I refuse to attend,”

“You would be correct in that assessment,” 

“Y/n,” Obito hissed.

“Obito,” you replied warningly, mirroring his narrowed eyes.

“We’ll head out early tomorrow morning for the Land of Iron,” Kakashi cut in. 

“I’ll have a bag packed. It should only take a few days, correct?”

“Should everything go accordingly, yes. Please wear your uniform,”

“Of course. We’ll see you tomorrow,”

The call ended. Obito was somewhere between anxious and fuming, so he stomped away to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. You let him, your own anxiety taking priority over his little fit. He would come back out soon enough to either argue or cling to you or both. You had a bag to pack and food to prepare for your absence, and it would be much harder to get that done while he was being clingy. 

You went to your room, dug out your uniform from the back of the closet and just stared at the dark material. Another mission in such a short amount of time. Once a person became a shinobi, could they ever truly separate from it? You rubbed the black fabric of your shirt between your fingers. You had wanted to give it up. You wanted a slow life with love and a family and without the worry of leaving your son motherless. How many more times would duty call? 

This mission was steeped in uncertainty. You had little to offer the Kages, and less to do with the Akujian atrocities against chakra users. Whatever war you assumed they would begin had no timeframe, and when you add the temperament of a couple of the Kage’s into the mix, it spelled trouble. You mulled over your thoughts while you packed your backpack. You hoped to be of some use, but not enough to keep you away from home any longer than need be. With that in mind, you dropped the heavy bag next to the front door and started for the kitchen.

Obito was in his room another hour before begrudgingly opening his bedroom door. He wanted to be angry with you for deciding to leave, but he couldn’t stay that way for long. He understood that you weren’t really presented with an option, which was really what he was more upset about. That and your safety. He did trust Kakashi and knew how strong he was, but he couldn’t stop the worry. He had just been given a wonderful thing; an opportunity to live a loving life with you and Hikaru. He feared that you wouldn’t make it back to him; it was always a thought in his mind no matter how hard he tried to push it away.

You didn’t speak when he joined you in the kitchen. He stood next to you with his arms crossed, also in silence while you worked. He wanted you to break the ice, but you would not be starting any amends when he was the one who had thrown the fit. He was responsible for himself and he knew it. 

Eventually, he did break the silence with a long sigh. His arms fell to his sides before he moved to snake them around your waist. He tucked his face into your neck and murmured, “I’m sorry,” into your hair.

“For what?”

He huffed and paused, trying to find his words. “For getting upset with you when you didn’t have a real choice,”

You let the words sink in before responding. “Thank you. I’ll accept your apology,”

“Good.” He turned you around so that you were facing him and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You couldn’t help but smile and reach up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He followed you back down and the two of you shared a slow kiss that left you feeling dizzy, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You let out a small giggle and he pulled you closer, intoxicated by you for what felt like the millionth time. He just couldn’t get enough. 

“I’m gonna miss you,” you whispered against his lips.

“Shhhh, I don’t want to talk about it,” 

You nodded and resumed the languid caress of your lips. He was so good at making you lose track of time when he had you in his arms like this. Everything slowed and your mind ceased its usual race. Your fingers carded through his hair and his thumb traced circles at your hip, slipping just beneath your shirt. You melted into his touch just as he did yours; harmonies found within each other’s embrace. 

A knock on the door as the female Anbu - a fox - let Hikaru in, broke you and Obito apart. You waved to her and she nodded back before closing the door behind her. Hikaru ambled up to the two of you, and your situation was brought back to the forefront of your mind. Guilt began to gnaw at you as you smiled down at your son. 

“Hey sweetheart, how was school?”

…

The air still smelled of fresh bread and rosemary, mixed with the sweetness of the garden flowers that wafted in through your opened window. It was balmy, but a gentle breeze flowed through the home, carrying on it the singing of cicadas and the twittering of birds that overpowered the low hum of the dishwasher. The sunset cast warm rays onto your clean countertops and over your body as you twirled in your long dress, the skirts swishing gracefully around your ankles. 

Obito pulled you against his chest with a handsome, loving smile that glowed in the light. Your eyes fluttered shut; the feeling of warmth against your skin lulling you in your already serene state. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head and you gave your intertwined fingers a gentle squeeze. 

Your eyes blinked open to the bedroom, still cold from the waning winter. You groaned aloud and snapped your eyes shut, curling in on yourself under the heavy quilt. Of course it was a dream. The best ones always came before difficult times. You attempted to cling to the peace of the dream, but when it continued to slip from your mind you surrendered and let it go. There was another journey to be had, whether you wanted it or not.

You and Obito had spent the evening cuddling and discussing your departure and what to do with Hikaru while you were away. You were hoping to be back by Sunday, but you could never be sure, so you wrote down all sorts of information for him that he didn’t really need. Obito was incredibly observant and had already picked up on all of the habits, likes and dislikes of your little one, so you weren’t worried. 

Stretching, you eyed the door and wondered if Obito was already up. It was likely that he was awake in bed, waiting for you like a hound waits at the door for its owner every morning. You crept out of bed and quietly opened the door to make your way to the kitchen. Surprisingly, you smelled something suspiciously like breakfast the moment it opened. 

In the kitchen, Obito ladled mix into the waffle maker, chopped fruit and the whipped cream you made the night before spread out on the countertop next to him. You flashed him a giddy smile when he turned to see you approaching and without warning hopped up into his arms and pressed wet kisses on both of his cheeks and mouth.

He just barely caught you and set you down on the opposite counter, taking a place between your legs. He chuckled. “Well, good morning to you, too,”

“You are the absolute best, you know that?” you gushed, smooshing his cheeks in your hands. 

His eyes glittered with joy. “Anything for you,”

You held in a squeal; warmth filling your chest and heart fluttering. You couldn’t help but kiss all over his face again and he let out a delighted laugh before directing you to his lips. One of the waffles burnt while you shared a heated kiss, but neither of you particularly cared at that moment. 

He let you go to toss it and put one of the already made waffles onto a plate for you. He decorated it with fruit and whipped cream and handed it to you with a beaming smile that you swore was brighter than the sun lighting the room. Your eyes roved over him, taking in his bedhead, dark hair spiky in all the wrong places, the lines circling his face, faded hickies, the adorable crinkles in the corner of his eyes as he hovered just in front of you, like he couldn’t stand to stay away. 

“I love you,” you blurted.

His pretty brown eyes widened, and just when you thought his smile would drop, it became impossibly larger. “You… love me?”

You nodded, almost bashfully. Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Your plate was wrenched from your grasp and tossed haphazardly on the counter before you were scooped up into his arms and he was covering you in kisses. Your joyful laughter echoed in the space and sounded like the sweet ringing of bells to his ears. 

When you looked back into his eyes, they glowed with the Sharingan. 

“Say it again,” he said softly.

You could feel the heat all over your face and neck. “I love you,”

He squeezed you so tightly you couldn’t breathe. 

“Obito!” you gasped. 

He loosened his grip just barely and you sucked in a breath. He didn’t sound apologetic at all when he whispered, “Sorry,” into your ear.

He set you back down on the counter and you gazed into each other’s eyes like lovesick fools. The little smack of bare feet against hardwood entered your sphere and you looked around to see Hikaru running out of the hallway. Obito pressed his lips to your cheek while you were turned.

“Oh shit,” he said, looking down beside you.

“Wha- Oh, Obito,” 

The plate he had tossed was broken in two, a mess of sticky fruit on the counter next to you. You decided to ignore it and slipped off the counter to pick Hikaru up. He threw his little arms around your neck and pointed at Obito’s accident.

“Mommy made mess!” 

“You’re right, buddy. Your mommy did make a big mess,” Obito said and you elbowed his side.

“Ouch,” he laughed. 

You set Hikaru up for breakfast, messing up his hair before making yourself a plate. It was a slow process, seeing as Obito couldn’t stop touching you the whole time, but well worth it. You couldn’t help but think that if Hikaru were any older, he would be making fake puking sounds at the two of you. 

You had just sat down and taken a bite when there was a knock on your front door, signaling Kakashi’s arrival. He came in wearing the full Hokage get-up. You realized at that moment you hadn’t had a chance to change. 

“Good morning,” you called, getting up and rushing past him to go get dressed.

You hurriedly pulled on your uniform while Kakashi waited in the kitchen with Obito and Hikaru. 

“I’ve never seen you look so happy,” Kakashi commented. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy,” Obito replied, still high on your words.

Hikaru shoved a bite of waffle into Obito’s mouth. He chewed it up without even blinking, much to Kakashi’s surprise. Obito frowned suddenly, as if a rancid thought had crossed his mind. 

“And now you’ve come to take it away,”

“Only for a few days,” Kakashi replied immediately, trying to reassure his friend. 

“A few days too long,” Obito muttered sullenly. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” you called out in a sing-song as you came down the hallway. 

You were fully dressed, and Obito once again had to take a moment to appreciate you. He loved how sleek and powerful you looked in your uniform, like you could take on even the worst of the worst with that little attitude you took in it. He glanced at Kakashi who was already looking at him. 

“Obito, did you hear a word I said?” You asked, a hand going to your hip.

“Uh, yeah,”

“What did I say?”

“Uhm…. I don’t know,”

You chuckled. “I asked if you thought you had everything under control,”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” he replied a little more confidently than he felt.

“Good,” you approached him and gave him a quick peck. “I’ll be back soon,”

You then pulled Hikaru into a big hug and gave his cheeks a few playful smooches. Obito looked at Kakashi’s raised brow and the red tinting the tips of his ears and raised his own brow back. He felt his pride swell to a ridiculous height. He was all ego the second you put Hikaru down, standing up and pulling you in for a deeper kiss. 

You pushed back on his chest. In a scandalized tone you gasped, “Obito!”

He shot you a devilish grin and a wink that would be occupying your mind for the next few nights you were away. You decided he would definitely be paying for that when you returned. 

He didn’t apologize, just told you a quick goodbye and that he would miss you before you were carted off by Kakashi, who was very suddenly in a rush.

Taglist: @mostlyunsure, @humongousdreamlandbear, @ichaichahatake, @mandy-yeager, @detectivestucks, @faces-ofvenus

[cool-thymus]

"It was just a bad dream. You're okay now."

[ladykissingfish]

*after a meeting with the other Kages, Kakashi, having had a little too much to drink, laying in Obito’s bed after Obito brought him home*

Obito: I hope you plan to repay me for this, Bakashi. Do you have any idea how heavy you are to carry?! Anyways I’ll just sleep here on the floor until —

Kakashi: Hey, Uchiha … wanna hit?

Obito: … what?

Kakashi, trying to sound sexy: Come on, big boy … come over here and smash me ~

Obito: Kakashi. I can’t believe you! Just because I’m annoyed with you right now doesn’t mean I’d ever put my hands on you and hit you like that! 

Kakashi: Obito —

Obito: Just what kind of man do you think I am?! How insulting! You’re such a poor judge of character, I can’t believe that they picked YOU to be the Hokage!

Obito: *picks up his blanket and pillow and stalks off to the living room*

Kakashi:

[lemony-snickers]

Kakashi/Obito + unintentional kisses?

Kakashi has grown into a lanky son of a bitch; arms and legs too long and spindly for the rest of him, which hasn't caught up yet.

It pisses Obito off to no end that they're the same height, now. The little pain in the ass should've stayed little, which Obito tells him all the time.

"Not my fault your height is as unimpressive as your ninjutsu."

"Oi!"

It's the same fight as usual, though it lacks the familiar bite. Something has been off about Kakashi lately. He's not as brusque, not as sarcastic. Rin often catches him staring off into space for long stretches of time between sparring bouts.

Of course, Kakashi changed plenty after he dragged Obito's half-dead body back to Konoha, tears streaming out of his implanted sharingan all the while. Who wouldn't?

Sometimes Obito wonders if it would have been better for Kakashi if he'd left him under that rock. Life had improved for Obito, of course. His clan welcomed him home as a war hero, even if they also chastised him for giving away one of his eyes. That he thought for sure he was going to die never seems a good enough excuse for the Clan Elders, but what are they going to do about it, anyway? It's been seven years since Kannabi. That eye belongs to Kakashi, Obito wouldn't take it back even if he could.

Not that that stops him from pretending he might when he's particularly frustrated by his genius teammate's skill.

"Then take it," Kakashi says petulantly, "what's stopping you?"

Obito frowns, shoots a look at Rin whose face is pinched with concern. She shrugs at Obito, obviously as confused about Kakashi's behavior as he is. They both watch him shove his hands in his pockets and wander off the training field, making some vague, lame excuses about having to run errands before going home.

It doesn't sit right with either of them, but there's not much they can do about it, and so they let him go.

It eats away at Obito the rest of the afternoon, and even Rin can see his heart isn't in it so they shuffle off early to grab dinnner at Ichiraku instead, neither of them quite willing to voice their concern for their third teammate, but unable to discuss anything else, either.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Rin says as they part ways and Obito shoots her a bright smile in return.

"You bet!" he promises as he jogs off in the opposite direction.

"And don't be late again!" she shouts at his back. Obito just chuckles because he knows she understands he will be. It's part of his charm, he tells her all the time, though he thinks she only half-believes him.

Obito doesn't know when he makes the decision to detour, but at some point, his feet carry him away from the Uchiha District toward the outskirts of Konoha. The sun is setting, casting the fields behind the Hatake compound in shades of rich orange and gold. There aren't any lights on in the house and Obito wonders if maybe Kakashi isn't home, after all.

But he's come all this way already, so Obito marches up to the front door and knocks, rocking back on his heels as he waits for it to open.

Nothing happens and Obito sighs loudly. "Come on, Bakashi! I know you're in there! Open up or I'm coming in a window!"

The door slides open with a snap and Obito is met with a ferocious glare. "What do you want?"

Kakashi's voice has always had this sharp element to it, like it could slice you if you weren't careful. But Obito knows how to navigate Kakashi's moods as well as anyone by this point, so he slides past him into the house without saying anything, kicking off his shoes as he meanders toward the ktichen.

"Do you have any leftovers?" he asks, "I'm starving."

He isn't, really, but getting Kakashi to talk about food is easier than most things. "Didn't you get ramen with Rin?"

Obito snaps his head around, eyes narrowing. "And how would you know that? You spying on us?"

Kakashi shrugs. "I told you, I had errands to run."

Obito snorts, disbelieving, as he turns on the kitchen light. "You could have just joined us, you know."

Kakashi doesn't answer. Instead, he walks over to the refrigerator and pulls out a storage container. Without a word, he opens it and dumps its contents into a pan on the stove, silently heating up his leftovers and plating them without a word.

"Eat," he says, sliding the plate toward Obito as he settles at the chabudai, "If you don't, I'll probably be taller than you in a few months."

Obito growls, but takes a bite of the food anyway. If there's one thing both he and Rin have learned, it's to never turn down food made by Kakashi Hatake. As much as it annoys Obito to admit, he really is a genius when it comes to cooking.

He curses as he takes his first bite, smothering a grateful sound my slamming his fist over his mouth. "This is good," he says, shoveling more down his throat as soon as he can.

Kakashi chuckles. "I'm glad you like it."

It's not the reponse Obito expects and he stops stuffing his face long enough to fix Kakashi with a glare, pointing his chopsticks at him. "What is up with you lately?" he asks, "You're so..." he doesn't know what Kakashi is exactly, only that it's worng, somehow.

Kakashi shrugs. "Maybe I'm just sick of training with you."

Obito shakes his head irritably. "Well, fine, then treat me like garbage, but don't be a jerk to Rin, too. She's worried about you."

"Is she? She seems fine."

"Shows how well you know her," Obito grumbles.

Kakashi shrugs again and the nonchalance of it is infuriating. He's always like this. Deflecting and obtuse and a complete pain in the ass. Obito doesn't know why he bothered coming here. It was always going to end in an argument, same as usual.

His food now finished, Obito slams a palm on the table to help him rise. "Fine. You wanna be a complete jackass, I'm not gonna stop you," he says, flinging his bowl into the sink, "But you should apologize to Rin for making her worry."

The derisive snort Kakashi emits makes Obito's hands curl into fists.

He doesn't mean to take a swing. He didn't come here to fight or aruge--at least, he doesn't think he did--but Kakashi's dismissiveness makes his blood boil.

"Why is it so hard to let us worry about you?" he shouts as Kakashi deflects a kick with ease. "What is the point of pushing us away all the time?!"

The spar is horridly one-sided. As much as Obito has improved over the years, Kakashi has too, and his spindly fucking limbs give him broader range than he's ever had before. Obito doesn't land a single punch, which only makes him angrier.

But then, he realizes, Kakashi hasn't landed any, either. In fact, he seems almost bored by the onslaught, not even trying to inflict any damage in return.

Obito growls, "It's not going to kill you to care about something again, you know!"

Kakashi's visible eye widens just the slightest bit as Obito activates his sharingan. Kakashi's is still covered by his hitai-ate, and the split second activation gives Obito the edge he needs to finally clock his opponent square in the jaw.

Kakashi stumbles from the impact, grabbing at the injured part of his face, and Obito takes the opportunity to land a sharp front snap kick to his solar plexus, sending him to the floor with a soft grunt.

Kakashi sits there, slumped against the wall with his head tilted back, working his jaw back and forth gingerly.

"I think you broke it," he says.

Obito bristles. "I did fucking not. Let me see."

He crouches down beside Kakashi and grips his jaw roughly between his fingers, reaching out to yank down the stupid mask and inspect the damage himself.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kakashi asks, eye widening as he reaches up to stop Obito as he pinches the fabric.

"Quit fighting me, Bakashi, or I really will break your stupid face--"

Kakashi wrenches Obito's arm away, but the other is still there and it switches from holding Kakashi's chin to fumbling with the edge of his mask. They wrestle a little awkwardly, Obito all but climbing into Kakashi's lap so he can gain the upper hand.

"Just. Let. Me. See. It. Ack--"

Obito falls forward just as he manages to loosen the mask from over Kakashi's nose. Kakashi smacks the back of his head on the wall and Obito pitches forward, nose bruising against Kakashi's as their faces collide.

He's too dazed to realize for a moment what exactly has happened, but when he blinks his eyes open, Kakashi's terrified expression is suddenly thrown into sharp relief.

As is the sensation of something warm and soft against Obito's mouth.

His heart hammers in his chest, thoughts racing faster than he can catch them. He pulls away slowly, feeling the soft tug of Kakashi's lips as they stick to his. Once they detach, he can finally focus on how red Kakashi's face is, how warm his breath feels as it fans over Obito's cheeks.

He isn't sure which one of them leans forward for another kiss, but when it happens, Obito sighs, one hand curling loosely into Kakashi's shirt to hold him in place. He feels Kakashi's hand do much the same, gripping the fabric over Obito's hip with trembling, unsure fingers.

Oh shit, he likes this. A lot. Too much.

Obito springs away, pressing his forearm to his mouth like that will erase the feeling of Kakashi's against it. His face feels like it's on fire, so he's comforted when he looks at Kakashi and finds his face stained a shade of crimson Obito has never seen before.

They're still holding onto each other, like neither of them is ready to release the final tether of this experience. Once they stand up, Obito wonders if Kakashi will pretend it never happened. If he'll make some snide comment about Obito resorting to seduction in order to win a fight to diminish the importance of what's just happened.

But then Kakashi leans forward and kisses Obito's cheek. It's so brief, so tentative, Obito has to really concentrate to make sure it happened.

He watches as Kakashi sinks back against the wall and tugs his mask back up, turning to look anywhere except at Obito. Obito grimaces when he notices the start of a bruise along his jaw just before it disapears beneath the fabric.

Kakashi clears his throat. "So," he says, "I guess you'll want to stay for tea now or something."

Obito, still a little dumbstruck, stutters out a response that sounds enough like, "Only if you want me to," to suffice as an answer.

Kakashi doesn't respond, just disentangles his too-long limbs from Obito's and moves into the kitchen to fill the kettle with water.

"I only have sencha so don't get all snobby about your preferences."

Obito bristles. "As if I'd be the one to be a snob, Bakashi."

The old rhythm helps Obito's hands stop trembling, saying the teasing words as if they mean them helps root them in the moment.

When he stands and turns to look at Kakashi, it's obvious he's smiling, even with the mask in place. Obito smiles, too, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck as he shuffles into the kitchen.

"Sorry about your jaw," he says.

"It's fine."

"Not sorry about the rest, though," he offers, hoping it isn't a mistake.

Kakashi ducks his head, but his smile widens beneath dark blue fabric and he whispers quietly, "Me neither."

prompt list for those interested. <3

[green-crocs12]

everything is okay and obito stays in konoha au? yes please (kind of a redrew of that one drawing)

close ups cause under cut!! idk i just like these drawings

[mayskalih]

15/09.

[shewhartmary]

I did new art with Obito!! But I can't show you the picture in good quality, because this is for the button for money :с

Although I could sell it to you too, but that's only via Boosty... (for $3???)

[tora-the-cat]

[anannua]

something indulgent, for me

Who’s gonna tell him

[mayhem-neverending]

The Big Bad Wolf

Part XXV

Word Count: 2,676

Warnings: none

Notes: It's just so soft, y'all.

You both spoke at the same time:

“Can I kiss you again?”

“I think we should talk,”

His mouth dropped in an ‘O’. You opened your mouth and closed it and your voices overlapped once more as you both said:

“One more and then-”

“Yeah, we can talk,”

“...One more?” He asked eagerly, his eyes flickering between your own and your lips.

You nodded shyly. He went to stand but you signaled him to stay seated. You traipsed over to him, carefully straddling his lap. You giggled nervously as his large hands found tentative purchase on your hips, his dark eyes watching your every move.

His pupils were blown wide as he admired you, his lips slightly parted in anticipation. His blush started at the base of his throat and crawled all the way across his cheeks, a pretty red hue on his light skin. You leaned forward with one hand cupping the back of his head, letting the tips of your noses brush before your lips touched. You led him into a slow start, soft lips moving in tandem. His scent overwhelmed your senses in the best possible way as you pulled back just slightly for a small breath. 

He was absolutely delicious, and apparently forgetful, because his mouth was on yours again before you could finish your breath. Obito’s inexperienced hands pulled you closer. One hand moving to the small of your back to press your body flush against his, the other on the back of your neck, thumb resting against your jaw. The languid pace you had taken broke into something fervent, his fingers digging back into your hip and pushing you down on his - oh. Oh.

You couldn’t help the sound that escaped the back of your throat at the feeling of him. You rocked your hips just a little to feel the sheer size of him, and if he wasn’t kissing you stupid you might have died a little out how thick it felt. His grip tightened as you slid your tongue across his lower lip. It was messy, the way he opened his mouth so invitingly to let you swipe your tongue against his. He picked up the trick easily, your tongues dancing between hot, open mouthed kisses. 

You moved down to press hot, wet kisses along his defined jaw. His head tilted back to give you more access, fingers slipping just under the edge of your shirt. He whimpered when you found that sweet spot just below his ear at the corner of his jaw. Your mouth found a home there, sucking and nipping at the skin before traveling down along his neck. He made the most obscene noises; gasping and groaning as you worked your magic along his neck, completely lost in yourself. You trailed back up slowly, enjoying every moment as you tasted his skin against your tongue. Obito called your name breathlessly. 

“Di-didn’t y-you ah - wanna - uh t-talk?” he managed between heavy breaths. 

You detached yourself from his jaw to hover over him and press your thumb to his wet, swollen bottom lip. You would have been irritated at the reminder if you weren’t wholly distracted by his mouth. He said your name again and you nearly groaned and dragged your thumb off to rest your hand on his chest. You could barely tear your gaze away to meet his eyes. 

When you finally did, you realized he was no better than you, his own dark eyes attached to your lips. “Okay, right, yeah. Talk,”

“Uh huh,” he breathed. 

Your brain was lagging behind. What was it you were supposed to talk about? Your eyes dragged across his face and down to where you had left your mark - well, marks - along his flushed throat. Your fingers brushed over them, your head still in the clouds. You hummed while you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed. Did he know he was too handsome for his own good?

His fingers trailed up and down your spine while he watched you, and he delighted when you shivered. You looked back into his eyes, trying to clear your foggy mind. You had to talk. You had to talk about..

“Right, uhm. We should talk about this. Uh, about us, if there is or will be an us after this,” you slowly extricated yourself from his grip and sat down next to him - a much safer distance.

After a long moment, Obito cleared his throat. His fingers removed imaginary hairs from the fabric of his pants. He had a hard time looking at you when he asked, “Do you want there to be an ‘us’?”

You understood the clear hesitancy that blanketed his tone. As confidently as you could manage, you replied, “I think- I think I would. If you want that,”

He nodded slowly, eyes only flicking up to momentarily see your expression before resettling on his pant leg. “I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, I know I’m not… the best person, and I’ve never had a relationship before, so it might be difficult…”

“Obito,” you took his large hand into your smaller one. “I don’t feel pressured at all. Let’s just take it slow and see where it goes?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you replied confidently. 

The hint of a smile played on his lips as he glanced at your interlocked fingers. “Slow, hm?… Yeah, that sounds good to me. What exactly does that mean, though?”

..

Obito was hesitant with intimacy, even though he was allowed, even though he wanted to touch you more than anything. He was just unsure of himself. He liked it much better when you would initiate, that way he could take his time to study your habits before making them his own. 

He liked the way your arms snaked around his waist now when you spoke to him, or when you slipped onto his lap while he was reading. He especially liked the quick peck to his cheek whenever you thought he wasn’t paying attention, or the way the two of you held onto each other in his bedroom doorway before the two of you went your separate ways to bed. 

This way of interacting with someone was new to him, but he found his heart fluttering and stomach flipping in the best of ways every time you started to reach out - or when he looked in the mirror. Every time he and you shared a heated kiss, you made it a point to leave a string of hickeys. He was covered in them from the top of his neck to just below his collarbone. When he used the restroom, the mirror displayed the fruits of your labor to him in vibrant detail and he absolutely lived for it. He had never felt so wanted - the bruises proof that he was yours, and you weren’t afraid to show it. 

After seeing them he always found his way to your side, just touching you so that you would give him your attention and press up on your toes with those doe eyes so that he would kiss you. As the days continued, the more attention you gave him, the more insatiable he became for it. While he still had his doubts, his niggling worries and his moments alone in his bed, he couldn’t keep resisting when you so readily displayed your desire for him.

At the end of the first sweet, blissful week he started initiating small touches. A hand pressing against the small of your back as he passed, a press of his lips against the apple of your cheek. And his favorite act so far: wrapping his hands around your waist from behind and planting his chin on your shoulder while you cooked. 

You made a noise of surprise, absolutely delighted that he had draped his weight over you. You had been very patient with him, leading him through the week repeatedly reminding him that it was okay to touch you. You could see how hesitant he was, like he wasn’t allowed to, like he was still unworthy. The minute shifts in his demeanor were just visible as you continued affirming to him that he was, indeed, very much wanted through touch and sweet words whispered in his ear.  

You hummed and flipped the stirfry in the pan, ignoring the way the weight of his head almost made you flip the vegetables right onto the stove. “Obi?”

“Hm?” You could feel the vibrations in his throat through your shoulder.

“I like this,” you said softly, a small smile lighting up your face. 

He hugged you a little tighter. “Me too,” he murmured.

He always felt so warm at your honest admissions. It was even a little overwhelming sometimes to have such straightforwardness about a subject he had always been hesitant about. You had always been honest with him, but this was much more intimate. Always uttered softly, reassuringly to him like he would run away if you said it any louder. He appreciated it more than you could ever know. 

“Hikaru will be home soon,” 

You stirred the vegetables and mused, “Think he’ll push us apart again?”

Obito let out a small chuckle, thinking about the night before when you had curled up to him on the couch. Hikaru had been playing with his wagon in the living room, completely distracted until Obito’s arm went around your shoulders. He stopped playing immediately, his face twisting into a pout as he stomped up to you two. He climbed right up and wedged himself between you, pushing your bodies apart. 

“My mommy!” he shouted at Obito.

You burst into peals of laughter while the tips of Obito’s ears went red, surprise written all over his face. You had to put Hikaru to bed before you could snuggle back up to him. 

“Is that even a question?” he asked.

You shrugged against him, a smile curling your lips. You thought it was absolutely adorable. “He’ll get used to it,”

“I hope so,”

You turned in his grasp, taking his face in your hands. “He’s already warmed up to you, so don’t worry about it. He’s just never seen me being mushy with anyone,”

His eyebrow raised. “Sure, the fact that he’s such a momma’s boy has nothing to so with it,”

“You think he’s a momma’s boy?”

He smiled playfully with his eyes. “I know he is,”

He did push you apart that evening. And the next, and the next. Each time with less of an attitude. Each time with less force. But you kept at it. You had to get him used to it and, of course, you didn’t want to stop being lovey dovey just because your son was around. It would also be good for him to have a better example of what love and affection looked like than what he had seen when you were with his father.

Obito also played with him more than Toma ever did. Every evening, when the two of you weren’t attached at the hip, he took it upon himself to entertain the boy. They were goofy together, and Hikaru loved the way Obito would do silly voices for his toy action figures. 

You were most impressed, though, with the way he handled tantrums. He imitated you, getting down on his level and breathing deeply - dramatically enough that Hikaru could see the rise and fall of his chest. He spoke in a low tone, one absent of judgment and waited patiently for him to calm down. It made your stomach flip flop and heart stutter to see him do so well with your son, and he got a lot of kisses as a thank you afterwards.

…

On Sunday, Obito and Hikaru were outside playing in the yard. You watched on with a small, contented smile on your face. You hadn’t asked Obito to help with him, you had just mentioned you should sit down soon to get rid of your headache and he turned to Hikaru and asked if the little boy wanted to go play outside. You were a little wary, since Hikaru could exit the barrier and Obito couldn’t, but he was doing a really good job of keeping him wrangled in so far.

Obito puffed out mini fire katons for his entertainment, a wide smile accompanying each one. He was absolutely relishing Hikaru’s adoration. You put your chin on your hand and continued observing them, a warmth bubbling in your chest. Obito showed Hikaru how to position his hands around his mouth, then moved Hikaru’s hands around his own mouth. You silently approved, knowing he loved playing pretend.

Hikaru took a big breath with Obito and blew out. Obito gave him a big thumbs up and you assumed Hikaru giggled, but you couldn’t hear them. Hikaru ran around a little bit, putting his hands around his mouth and huffing at Obito. You were absolutely engrossed in their playful display and couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot from your spot on the couch. 

Obito caught Hikaru mid run and swung him upside down, and you could faintly hear Hikaru squealing in delight. He put him back down and blew out another small flame. Hikaru copied, but his hands were backwards, so Obito fixed them and gave him another thumbs up. You watched him poke his little chest and then touch his own as he inhaled a dramatic amount and blew out a larger flame. Hikaru’s little eyes were wide with wonder.

You felt a little bad for the kid. You used water style and learned lightning style as a secondary jutsu, because you thought Kakashi looked so cool using it when you were a teenager. He would have to just play pretend with it unless he accidentally spit water out. It was a cute display nonetheless. 

You closed your eyes for a moment and made the little katon hand sign yourself, imagining the flow you could create. It had been a long time since you had used your chakra nature. At that thought, you got up to join them outside. Hikaru didn’t know you could do cool stuff too and you couldn’t let Obito outshine you. 

Just as you were getting up, Hikaru puffed out his chest, just like Obito had shown him and blew out. A small puff of smoke poofed out and your jaw hit the floor. Obito’s eyes snapped to the window where you two made eye contact. His look of shock was replaced instantly with a crooked grin that took up half his face. 

You ran over to the door and ripped it open, disbelief flooding every fiber of your being. Your two - almost three year old did not just use fire jutsu. There was no fucking way. It had to be some kind of fluke. Hikaru jumped up and down and gave a stupidly grinning Obito big high fives. 

“Mommy!” He shouted excitedly. 

“Baby, what’s going on out here?”

He pointed to Obito. “You,” He pointed to himself. “Me!” and once again filled his little chest with air and did the hand sign. Smoke poured out of his little mouth and you felt dumbstruck. You let your jaw hang slack as you looked between the two of them. Hikaru looked proud of himself and Obito was beaming with it. You had never seen him so happy; his smile was its very own light source and his eyes were glowing with - they were glowing with the red of the Sharingan. 

He was recording the moment for himself; a memory to cherish and recall whenever he wanted. He scooped Hikaru up and tossed him in the air and Hikaru squealed and laughed with unadulterated joy. You couldn’t help but think… It was like father and son. They were in their own bubble while you stood to the side, awed at the pride and adoration he carried for your son. 

Very suddenly, you felt the air leave your lungs as you came to the realization that you were absolutely and positively in love with Obito Uchiha.

Part XXVI

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