#RIP Fugaku :)

[regret-with-a-u]

IM GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!!!

WHY THE SAMURAI IN NARUTO ARE LIKE THAT?? Anyways I need to write Samurai!Kakashi fic or I will literally die!! LIKE LIKE LIKE- SOMETHING SOMETHING AND- Sakumo one day leaves Konoha for the safety of his son, last of his kin. And settles in Iron country because they can hide better, the ninja part of him still here. GOING MORE SICKO MODE- Hatakes were a free clan, they were nomadic and loved the hunt and lets just say for the sake of the story they were originally Samurai's. THEN KONOHA HAPPANED AND STUFF AND YEAH The reason Hatakes were lost because they were samurai's in a shinobi village, hence the why Samurai country just keeps sending side eyes to Shinobi's LMAOOOO. Anyways, somehow even in another fucking country Kakashi gets Obito's sharingan because I am a sap. (I have a reason don't worry!) And now whole world is trying to understand: "...the oni has a what? A red eye?? Does samurais even has genkai- FUCK YOU MEAN ONI SAMURAI HAS A SHARINGAN??? 'What did you thought?' I DONT KNOW?!!! BUT NOT THE FUCKING SHARINGAN????" "Why is Fugaku tweaking? Is Minato crying-" "Don't worry about it Kushina"

LIKE THE BULLSHITERY WOULD BE HILARIOUS!!!!

Obito with newly rescued Rin in T&I : We know no body Sarutobi: .....you are missing an eye Obito, not giving a shit anymore: I dropped it :/ Into my soup :(( and then I ate it :)) Delicioux!! Yum Yum Yum :D Sarutobi: ..... Rin at the bacground breakdancing LIKE THE FIC IS NOT GONNA BE LIKE THIS BUT THEY WOULD JUST TROLL PEOPLE!!! Anyways... A fic idea for another day....

[narutoblogiguess]

If your writing a fic with a live parents and for some reason you absolutely haaave to make one of the parents homophobic...please for love of sasuke don't make it fugaku

Minato is right there

[purpleajisai]

mikoto PHOTOCOPIED herself TWICE

he takes after her because hes a mama's boy

[jumexju]

ADDITIONAL CAUSE FOR SORROW (req)

REQ !! : hii can i request something about itachi x reader, i love angst recently lol so maybe something about them having a fight and reader ignoring him for some time BUT in the end its fluff bc they make up - anon

Pairing !! : Itachi / GN Reader

Fic Type !! : Hurt to Comfort, Angst to Fluff, Fluff, Angst

CW !! : none !

Summary !! : Arguments rarely occur, but when they do, they last for quite a bit ー much to Itachi's dismay.

Note !! : Rip itachi, you would've loved feminist literature

✦ MASTERLIST

“Forgive me, Sasuke. I’ll help you some other day, okay?” Itachi gave his brother an apologetic smile. His little brother rubbed the spot where he had poked his forehead. 

“Fine..” Sasuke pouted and watched his big brother leave. Itachi sighed after he slid the door closed. Lately, it felt like everything rested on his shoulders. As if he never got a single moment of peace. He had been avoiding you, too. He didn’t want to feel as if he was burdening you with the pressure that he was under from both the Hokage and his father. 

Unfortunately for him, you had been relentless in trying to ease whatever was troubling him. He wouldn’t tell you anything whenever you asked what was up with him and that only served to worry you even more. As much as you tried to help, you couldn’t do anything if he wouldn’t let you in. 

Letting out another sigh, Itachi put on his Anbu mask and swiftly left the Uchiha Compound. He knew he’d have to deal with the tension between you two soon.. Just, not now. 

“Good afternoon, ____..! How have you been?” A smile graced Mikoto’s features. You went over to Itachi’s house often, at least twice a week when you could. Mikoto and Fugaku welcomed you since you were helpful and warm to them — They often told Itachi that he was blessed to have you, but you didn’t know about that. 

“Good afternoon, Miss Uchiha,” You gave her a smile in return. “Is Itachi here?” 

She gave you an apologetic look. You always tried to look after him as much as you could, but there was only so much you could do. “No sweetheart, He’s on a mission right now, but you could come in and wait for him if you’d like?” 

“Is that alright? I don’t want to intrude..” You shyly asked. Sometimes you wondered if you were a bother to them, but Itachi’s parents always received you with open arms so you guessed maybe they didn’t mind. 

“Oh you could never intrude! Don’t be so modest,” Mikoto chuckled and gestured for you to come in. 

You came in with a smile, eyeing Itachi’s little brother peering up at you from his mother’s left side. As you took off his shoes, you noticed Sasuke’s pout. He seemed disappointed.. Was he expecting Itachi? After taking your shoes off, you followed Sasuke to the engawa and sat next to him. You looked onto the beautiful garden, it was bathing in the orange tint of the sunset. 

“Why are you so pouty today, hm?” You asked the little boy next to you. 

“I thought Big Brother came back,” He crossed his arms, “But it was just you.” 

“Just me?” you put a hand over your heart, feigning hurt. “I’m wounded!” You said dramatically. 

“Hmph..!” Sasuke stuck to his words before letting up and sighing. “Big Brother said he’d help me with the Shuriken Jutsu when he came back.. But I don’t think he’s coming back..” He spoke quietly as he looked down at his fidgety hands. You could tell that it meant a lot to him, so without much of a thought, you stood up. 

“Well, I’m not as skilled at Itachi,” you began, “But I can try to help, if you want.” 

Sasuke eyed you suspiciously, considering your offer before getting up. He put his hands on his hips and looked up at you with a determined expression. “I bet you can’t even hit the targets like I can!” He spoke confidently. 

“Oh-ho-ho! Really? Is that what you think?” you smirked down at the boy and crossed your arms. “Whoever hits the most targets gets a piggyback ride from Itachi!” Sasuke looked at you with stars in his rounded black eyes, he was definitely motivated to beat you at it now. 

Without any more talking, you found yourself with Sasuke in the woods to help him practice his Shuriken Jutsu. Admittedly, you weren’t trying too hard since you knew you’d probably win the bet, even if you weren’t as good as Itachi. You watched as Sasuke flung three shuriken to their targets, only barely missing one of them. 

He let out a small grunt, frustrated that he kept missing the same target. “That’s the only one I keep missing, I swear I’ll beat you!” He said while he crossed his arms and looked up at you as you got into position to show him how it was done. 

“Uh-huh, sure you will,” You smirked and took out the shuriken before swiftly jumping into the air and flinging them at their targets. Though your moves weren’t as graceful as when Itachi did it, you did end up hitting every single target, even the one behind you.

By now, the sun was starting to go down. Once you landed, you proudly smiled at Sasuke and walked up to him. “C’mon, I should take you back home,” You said as you crouched down. 

“What are you doing?” Sasuke asked you.

“What? You don’t want a piggyback ride back home?” You asked him with an amused tone, “Is it ‘cause I’m not Itachi?” 

Sasuke giggled and climbed up on your back, “I’m not turning down a piggyback ride home!” With a bright smile, you  stood up and carried him home. Luckily the two of you didn’t go far so it didn’t take the two of you long to get to Sasuke’s house. As the two of you approached the road it was on, your eyes rested upon the familiar figure that was Itachi. 

Itachi’s back was all you could see though. His father looked agitated and that was all you needed to know the state of affairs between the two of them. Itachi followed his father inside the home while you and Sasuke entered a few minutes after them. As soon as the two of you stepped inside the home, Sasuke got off of your back to run off to eavesdrop on what Fugaku was telling Itachi. 

Meanwhile, you walked into the kitchen to ask Mikoto what had happened. She was washing dishes when you sat at the table, a semi-worried look on your face. “..Is Itachi okay?” 

Mikoto sighed, turning off the water and turning to you. Her expression was downcast and you could tell her heart was heavy when it came to things like this. “..He’s alright, it's just that..” Mikoto contemplated her next words. She had to be careful with what she said because you weren’t an Uchiha, therefore, you didn’t know what the clan was currently going through. “He’s under a lot of pressure from his father and being in the Anbu.. — The boy is stressed, please understand.”

You gave her an empathetic smile, “Don’t worry, I understand. I wish he would talk to me though..” 

Mikoto’s heart strings were pulled after hearing your words. You wanted to understand her son and wished to ease his burden even if it was only a little — Much like she did with Fugaku. The only difference was that you weren’t an Uchiha, so the things Itachi could tell you were limited. 

“I feel like he expects to shoulder all of this by himself, and I know that it can’t be good for him..” You sighed and laid your head down on the table, wondering how long Itachi would take. 

After what felt like an hour, Itachi emerged from the room and passed by the kitchen, his eyes resting on you for a moment before he continued on his way to the veranda. You excused yourself from the table and followed after him. Sasuke must’ve fallen asleep waiting because he wasn’t sitting next to his brother like he usually did. You quietly sat next to him, trying to gauge his mood at the moment. Usually, you could read his body language, but tonight, you couldn’t read him. After a moment of comfortable silence, you spoke up. 

“Are you alright?” you asked quietly, not wanting to accidentally irritate him. 

Your boyfriend sighed, “..I’m fine.” His hand slowly intertwined with yours. “Everything is fine.” 

Your brows furrowed at his words, you knew they were lies. You held his hand and gave it a small squeeze, “Itachi..” 

He could tell you were about to start questioning him. The fact that you knew him like the back of your hand was a blessing but at times like these,it was also a curse. “Please, just.. Can’t we just stay like this? For now at least?” He was pleading that you’d understand him at least a little. 

But he couldn’t blame you for worrying about him. “But, Itachi..” You began, “I want to help, I really do- But if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I can’t do anything for you..!” You spoke in a worried tone, your expression matched it. “I don’t want you to carry these burdens by yourself, I-” 

Itachi sighed and let go of your hand. “It isn’t that I don’t want to tell you, it’s that I can’t. If you can’t understand that – Can you just go? I do not need you questioning me on top of all the other responsibilities I hold.” Itachi’s voice, for once, was tinged with the subtle tone of frustration. 

A bewildered look flashed across your face. You never once had heard such words come from Itachi’s mouth. He said it so calmly too and you knew he was frustrated but.. Was he serious? You balled up your hands and stood, wordlessly walking to the door and sliding it open to leave. 

 Itachi didn’t go after you or tell you to stay. He simply let you be on your way. This, for some reason, hurt you more. A worried Mikoto looked at you as you passed by the kitchen but you only told her that you were leaving for tonight. 

That night, you didn’t sleep much. It took you about a week to get over the stabbing pain you felt. But you weren’t guiltless either. You knew he was stressed and poking the bear wasn’t a wise thing to do.. But he could’ve handled it differently, too. 

When the second week rolled around, you found yourself avoiding Itachi at all costs. If he turned up at your home and your father notified you? Suddenly you weren’t home. If you were running errands and saw him for even a split second? Suddenly you weren’t there anymore. Wherever Itachi went, you fled. And of course, he noticed. 

He felt bad for saying what he had said to you and he wanted to apologize, but it was now two weeks since that argument and you still wouldn’t give him the light of day. When he woke up that morning, he was determined to make today the last day that you avoided him. 

You were calmly reading a magazine at the kitchen table while you munched on some of the onigiri your father made you before he left for a mission today when you heard a knock at your front door. You didn’t think much of it, but on the other side of the door was none other than Itachi at your doorstep. In his hands, you saw an assortment of all types of flowers. Your favorites were among them, but just seeing him — With no way to get away from him — after the encounter made your stomach sink. 

You quickly opted to shut the door but Itachi jammed his foot in between the door and the frame. You sighed and opened the door fully, an unamused expression on your features. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”  you said sarcastically. You didn’t want to be bitter, but you wanted him to apologize first.

“____. I..” Itachi had rehearsed what he was going to say to you but now that he had actually succeeded, it was like the words had left him high and dry. You stood there expectantly and the longer the two of you spent in silence, the longer you felt the urge to absolve him of everything and just take him in your arms. 

But you knew you had to give yourself at least a bit of respect. 

“I want to apologize for what I said,” He began, His black eyes downcast and guilty. “I was dealing with a lot at the moment, but I know that it was no excuse to talk to you the way I did..” He offered you the flowers. “Take them, I got them for you.” 

The boy finally met your eyes and you swear you could feel your heart swell. You sighed and pulled him into a hug — You’d accept the flowers after. “..I was hurt by what you said.” you uttered softly as he returned your embrace. 

“I know.., I’m sorry.” He held you tight, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t 

You took in a small breath and got what you had been meaning to say to him off of your chest, “But.. I also should’ve understood that you didn’t need my relentless worrying at the moment- And for that, I’m sorry, too.”

Itachi smiled softly, but you couldn't see. “You have nothing to apologize for.. You were worried.” 

You parted from him and cupped his cheeks while you donned a determined expression, “Still. I want to be your support, I don’t want you to think you can’t come to me..” 

Itachi softly shook his head, “I know I can come to you, I just..” 

“-can’t tell me certain things..?” You finished for him. Your lover nodded, an apologetic look on his face. “It’s okay,” you told him as you took the flowers he offered to you, “Just.. remember that you’re human too, okay? You don’t have to go through it alone.” 

He smiled and nodded. 

One of the things he adored most about you was the way you always tried to understand him and grow the relationship. Though it was rare, arguments like these allowed the two of you to know more about each other.

Maybe one day he would tell you all of his burdens.. 

But that day was not today. 

[itachis-eyes]

Sasuke Every Day Until He's Freed From Tree Prison: The Boyz™

This one is shamelessly ripped from my twitter from a long time ago! About time I posted it to tumblr. I like Fugaku, I will happily die on this hill.

February 23rd, 2024

I'm big sleepy this Friday so new art is on the table tomorrow!

Got an idea? Askbox!

[squidpus]

Some notes about my "Gramps Madara" au if y'all were curious.

Okay maybe this turned more into a whole collection of headcanons... :⁠^⁠)

So this started as just a silly little au where Madara Uchiha is just a skrunkly old OLD man.

He's just living his ultimate retirement and...healing?? I guess is a way to put it. But also being a pain for poor Obito.

Also the Uchiha clan is definitely not murdered.

Things of note:

Izuna still dies, I feel it's an important cornerstone of Madara's character development.

He was infatuated (maybe a little obsessed) with Hashirama ever since they first met but he never acts upon it, feeling that Hashirama has higher priorities than him. Haha RIP king u deserved better.

Madara is still "killed" by Hashirama and remains in hiding after resurrecting. Zetsu is there too! I consider him like to be a really chill houseplant.

While Hashirama and Tobirama are still alive, he stays in his hideout for years. Still researching and developing jutsus with Hashirama's DNA that he stole.

He refuses to join the Uchiha elders, thinking himself much more important than them but also not wanting to waste time in "pointless meetings".

He returns to the village when the Third Hokage begins his term. The Uchiha clan welcome him back, the rest of the village is still uneasy about him but he is allowed to live within the Uchiha compound.

He takes in Obito after the death of Obito's parents. In this case, Obito is just a baby.

Madara later takes in Mikoto who, in this au, also loses her parents when she's around 10 years old.

Oh God I've domesticated him....but I think he feels pity for them. He's lost family and seeing these orphaned kids sparks something in him. It's impulsive but now he finds himself with two kids wow!

For the first time in a long time, he looks forward to what life has to bring. Mikoto is wildly intelligent and takes her training very seriously. Obito is a strange child (in Madara's opinion) but he finds him amusing. They are a ragtag little family but Madara is proud of it.

Obito is still nearly killed during his mission at Kannabi Bridge. Madara rescues him and rehabilitates him still making use of Zetsu and Hashirama's DNA.

Mikoto eventually marries Fugaku (Madara doesn't approve of that but he won't argue with Mikoto) and moves out of the household.

As Madara gets older, Obito is responsible for him which basically means keeping him out of trouble.

When Mikoto has Itachi and Sasuke, he is very happy! Sasuke is his favorite because he reminds him of a young Izuna.

Madara has various hobbies, he's tired of war. He still likes fighting but like... sparring (still trying to find that high from when he used to fight with Hashirama).

He takes up art, falconry, *cough* collecting eyes *cough* it's for research and preventing the sharingan from falling into the wrong hands.

But yeah I think that covers the basics!

[ladykissingfish]

*Mikoto walks down the stairs into the living room*

Mikoto: What do you think of my new dress, grandfather?

Madara, glancing up from his paper: How much did that cost me?

Mikoto: *goes behind the couch and puts her arms around his shoulders, hugging him* Is price really a factor when considering your little girl’s happiness?

Madara: Aren’t you the clever one. *stands, takes Mikoto’s hand and spins her around* The dress IS very pretty, dear. But not more so than the one who wears it.

Mikoto, blushing: Thanks! But do you think Fugaku will like it?

Madara: He’d be a fool not to. Although I’m not entirely sure that he’s not a fool regardless.

Mikoto: Grandfather, please. You promised you’d be nice.

*doorbell rings*

Mikoto: Oh, I forgot my earrings. Can you answer the door and talk while I go put them on? *runs upstairs*

*Madara sighs and goes to answer the door*

Fugaku, visibly nervous: S-sir. I mean, Madara sama. It’s a p-pleasure to see you again.

Madara: Mm. Come in. Sit.

*Madara sits on the couch and Fugaku sits at the far end*

Madara: Where are you taking my girl tonight?

Fugaku: Ah, well, there’s this movie she wants to see, and then we’re having dinner afterwards.

Madara: I see. And at what point in the evening will you be feeling her up?

Fugaku, choking and sputtering: W-w-what?! Sir! I’m not … I’m not going to …

Madara: Relax. You are far too uptight. I was joking.

Fugaku: Oh; good! Because I would never —

*Obito runs in*

Obito: Hi, Fugu! Gramps, is this Mikoto’s friend that you said you’re gonna rip out his eyeballs and add them to the necklace with her other friends’ eyes??

Fugaku:

Fugaku: M-Mikoto has had other boyfriends before me — ?

Madara: Indeed. But I’m afraid all of them met rather unfortunate ends. The last one had the audacity to bring her home an entire minute and a half after curfew.

Fugaku:

*Mikoto comes down the stairs*

Mikoto: I’m ready to go! *kisses Madara’s cheek* See you later grandfather!

Madara: Have a good time, my darling. Be home by ten.

*later that evening, in the car*

Mikoto: Fugaku! Why are you speeding?! It’s only 8:30!

Fugaku: Shit; it’s that late already? Well, if you don’t see me again after this, know that I really liked you, Mikoto.

Mikoto:

**This is based off of the fantastic “grandpa Madara” AU by @squidpus and the idea of Madara adopting both Mikoto and Obito as his own. 😊**

[oh-no-its-bird]

Ok so here's something I never understood and am currently struggling with trying to balance in one of my fics; Why is Fugaku clan head?

Listen, Sasuke is supposed to look like Izuna, right? And he also looks just like his mother, meaning Mikoto was the one part of the main line, not Fugaku. So they get married and then her husband becomes head? But why?? If she's the one who comes from the main house???

I guess if we assume Hikaku became clan head after Madara left, would that make Fugaku his kid?

Actually that does kind of make sense, and could explain why the head position switched over to another line. For all of those fics who reference Fugaku and Mikoto's marriage as being arranged instead of a love match, it could also explain the why. They could be paired together in an attempt to bring the main line back into position as head

RIP Mikoto, she got skipped over for head of the clan on a technicality and leader switch up.

Oh well, at least one of her kids will be able to inherit the position! I'm sure nothing bad will happen to irreversibley fuck up the inheritance of head position before Itachi can become clan head!

[nonbinary-itachi]

Unity Clause

Fugaku is taking a long lunch from the Police Force when he feels Shisui's chakra flare off in the distance.

When he arrives at the scene, it's just in time to witness Danzo rip out Shisui's eye and Itachi swoops in to rescue him.

He follows Itachi's shushin (it leaves a thin chakra trail that Itachi's not as experienced at hiding) and comes across Shisui about to step over the ledge while Itachi seems frozen in place in terror/horror.

He quickly shushins over and grabs Shisui before he can do anything drastic then grabs Itachi and uses Hirashin (Minato taught it to him shortly after Itachi was born) to get back to the house quickly.

Mikoto drops a plate and slips into a fighting stance when the sudden chakra appears in her house before she realizes who it is.

She's horrified by the sight before her and quickly snaps to attention, directing Itachi to sneakily get Asami. Quickly!

Fugaku carries Shisui into his room (Shisui has had a room at the man houses since Fugaku and Mikoto realized his parents were... debatable at best) and lays him on the bed.

Fugaku isn't a medic nin, but he does know a bit about medical ninjutsu and tries to gauge the severity of the wounds. Obviously the missing eyes are worst, but he knows that os beyond his limited skills and focuses on the lesser injuries.

Itachi, meanwhile, dodges all the cameras in the compound to arrive at Asami's, who is, thankfully, alone. When he explains what happened, she's out of her chair and grabbing the storage scroll that holds all her medical equipment.

Back at the main house, she quickly assesses the scene and starts barking orders at the clan heads, who hurry to obey recognizing her seniority in this situation.

Everyone seems to forget Itachi, standing mutely in a corner still silently crying and highly traumatized by what happened.

At least until Asami orders someone to retrieve the Aburame clan head because she recognizes the poison in Shisui's system and only they have the antidote.

Itachi is once more ordered to leave and find someone.

Shibi is more shocked to have Fugaku's heir on his doorstep than the news that Danzo poisoned someone with his clan's specialty jutsu.

To avoid suspicion, Shibi henges into a bug and rides back to the Uchiha Compound on Itachi's shoulders.

He administers the antidote while Asami works on Shisui's eyes (Itachi having given back the other one somewhere in the chaos) and Fugaku heals the lesser injuries.

Given the situation, Asami decides to induce a coma for a few days to let his body recover and adjust to having his eye back/get the poison fully removed.

Shibi insists on knowing what happened, which now that he mentions it, no one is really sure what happened. All eyes suddenly fall on the visibly shaken Itachi.

For once, Fugaku takes pity on his eldest and uses the Sharingan to retrieve the memory of events.

Itachi falls to his knees in tears as he recount his newest nightmare for his father then has to listen to Fugaku recount the incident to Shibi, Mikoto, and Asami.

(Someone give this poor 11 year old a hug. Please.)

Shock and horror abounds. "What do you mean Danzo stole a kekki genkai?" The Uchihas are less shocked (there's been rumors about Danzo and Kagami for years), but no less horrified.

"Actually, this... this might actually work to our advantage," Fugaku says after the explanations are finished. He explains the Unity Clause (essentially a law written in by Hashirama and Madara that if 3 clan heads (or two if they happened to be the Uchiha and Senju) were ever in agreement that the hokage wasn't doing a good job, they could force a new election).

"If you'll agree that this is a horrifying oversight on Hiruzen's part, we just need to find one more clan head."

I have gotten very attached to the hc of Inoichi being Shisui's genin sensei. Someone points this out and recommends Inoichi for the third.

Fugaku is inclined to agree and sends word via his summons this time (he's finally realized Itachi probably should be resting and not running around the village while in shock).

Inoichi arrives, gets filled in, and immediately agrees to helps. He may have only started training Shisui as a favor to Fugaku, but he's grown to care about the boy. Plus, Inoichi has his own reasons for hating Danzo/disapproving of Hiruzen

[13as07]

Birthright #4

(Fugaku Uchiha Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Sadly, I don't know who to give credit to]

Requested by: I Don't Want to Talk About

Word Count: 3,828

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Incest (Brother/Sister and Father/Daughter)

Mentions of Mother/Son Incest

Name Calling: Princess, Spoiled, Harlot, Good Girl, Daddy

Hair Pulling

Oral (Female Receiving)

Groping

Titty Play

Hickeys

Clit Stimulation

Humping

Fingering (more or less)

Dubcon

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     Fear bubbles in my chest as Sasuke crawls onto the bed, his sharingans locked on me. "I can make you feel good too," he mutters, a hand locking around my ankle. "You know that, right, Princess?"

     "Of course," I whisper, my eyes constantly glancing at the door. What should I do? If I stay quiet and let Sasuke do as he wishes, Itachi will be mad. If I call out, Daddy will wake up and be mad. The wrath of Itachi will be a lot less than Daddy, that's for sure.

     Sasuke settles on top of me, situated between my legs just like Onii-Chan was a few moments ago. His hands claw up my legs, threatening to tear at my flesh. "You're so pretty," he coos, his hands pawing at my stomach and his head dipping down to slide kisses against my neck.

     His hips start rubbing, coating his boxers in the mess left on me, shoving Itachi's cum against me. Hissy breaths spill from me, the growing familiar sensation racing through my veins again. Slowly, Sasuke's hands work their way up my body, ghosting over my breasts like he's not sure what he's doing. He doesn't grab at me like Itachi does, doesn't have the confidence Itachi does when he touches me.

     "We're going to have sex," he whispers against my throat, his lips wrapping around some of my flesh before inhaling a strip of my skin. The spot starts to sizzle, the same sizzle Onii-Chan leaves covering my skin. The same sizzle that promises a bruise, one that's going to make Daddy explode when he sees it. "I'm going to fuck you," he repeats, dropping his hold on my neck. "So I can make sure Itachi can't have your virginity. Do you want that too?"

"Sasuke," Daddy's voice booms out, followed by the light switch snapping on. The room is flooded with light, taking away the safety and hiding of the dark.

My brother's face falls, slowly turning as white as a ghost. Fear rakes through every inch of him as he looks down at me. It's almost funny seeing him like this if it wasn't for the situation. "Dad?" He mutters, a hint of a shake running through his body.

"I recommend that you return to your room for the night. I will handle you in the morning," Daddy says, his tone scarily even. The only thing scarier than his yelling is him being calm when he's angry.

"Yes sir," Sasuke races out, tearing himself away from me. My eyes trail after him, watching him scurry out of the room, terrified of our father.

"Hi, Daddy," I whisper, reaching down to pull the blanket over myself.

He jerks forward, snatching my wrist before I can cover myself. Fear tumbles around in my stomach, my eyes cast down so Daddy can't catch sight of them, so he can't do the little trick that he and Itachi both use to get their way. "Princess," He calls, anger and a warning laced in my nickname. "Would you like to tell me what happened?"

I mumble a no, locking my thighs together to help hide some of the evidence. The movement makes more of the mess spill down, dripping across my legs and onto my bedsheets. "Fine," he hisses, letting go of my wrist. "I'll figure it out myself."

     "Daddy, please," I yelp, trying to fight against his hands tearing my knees apart; my fighting is pointless.

     He settles on the bed, ripping my legs open. His arms wrap around my legs once he's between them, keeping them in place and stopping any further attempts to snap them closed. The glow of Daddy's eyes rolls over the mess Itachi left me in.

     I squirm around, fear and embarrassment knotting in my chest as his sights stay locked in place. "Stop staring. Daddy, pretty please?" I whine, my legs barely moving despite the fight I'm trying to put up.

     "Sasuke made quite a mess of you, didn't he?" He asks, yanking on me so I fall flat on the mattress.

     I ignore the question, keeping my mouth snapped shut. I don't want Sasuke to take the fall for this but I don't want to get Itachi in trouble either. If I keep my lips sealed I can't sway Daddy one way or the other.

     Slowly, his head lowers, making me squirm even more. "Daddy!" I yelp, the feeling of his tongue sliding against me startling me. My hands shoot down, knotting in his hair before I tug on it. "What are you doing?"

     "Cleaning you, Princess. You can get sick if you're left like this for too long," he mutters, burying his face closer to my pussy.

     My body trembles, shaky whimpers spilling from me as he slowly licks the mixed cum off of me. The knot in my stomach is tightening quickly this time too, faster than the first two times. "Daddy," I whine, trying to pull his head away from me. He ignores me, skillful tongue still cleaning my cunt. Just as the knot is about to loosen, he pulls away from me. "You're mean," I wail, disappointment replacing the knot.

     Daddy softly chuckles, placing a kiss on my tummy. "Let's bathe you," he mutters, dragging me off the bed as he stands.

     My legs lock around his hips, arms resting on his shoulders as I keep my grip on his hair. "Daddy," I whimper, my pussy tingling with the need for Itachi.

     He softly shushes me, a hand settled under me to hold me up as the other one slides through my hair, twirling the ends of it. "Your brothers have turned you into such a spoiled girl, haven't they?" Daddy hums, peppering kisses across my cheeks. I tug on his hair, continuing to whine for Itachi. A grunt spills from him, a soft yank being pulled on my hair. "It's not appropriate for a girl to act like such a harlot. Are you a harlot? No, you're a Princess. Act like one."

     "I'm sorry, Daddy," I murmur, trying not to squirm against him. I can feel him pressed against me, making it harder not to be needy for my Onii-Chan. "Please? I want Itachi. Daddy, give me Itachi."

     He chuckles again, his lips sliding across my jaw as he shoves the bathroom door open. Daddy freezes in the doorway, the gentleness of his expression melting away. "Itachi."

     My head snaps backward, excited at the presence of my older brother. "Onii-Chan. Onii-Chan. Onii-Chan!" I whine, eyes glued to him as I wiggle against Daddy. He'll make me feel better, he'll make the tingles go away, he'll give me kisses.

The longer I look at Itachi, the more excited I get. He's fresh out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his hips, his hair floppy and still a bit wet. Water droplets slide down his chest, making me envy their trailing path. "Please?"

     Daddy sets me on my feet, his hands gripping me so I can't dash toward Itachi. "What might you be doing?" He asks, his hands gripping at my chest, toying with my nipples. He rolls them between his fingertips, occasionally tugging on them.

     The toying only makes me needier and makes me crave Itachi's touch even more. "I want Onii-Chan. Daddy, give me Onii-Chan."

     "I couldn't sleep so I thought a hot shower would help," Itachi mumbles, his jaw locked tight as he glares at the hands on me. "What are you doing with Princess?"

     I'm pushed forward, Daddy leading me toward the shower. I try getting what I want, lunging for Itachi, calling for him, trying to get a hold of him. Daddy isn't having any of it though, keeping his grip tight and me pressed against himself. Itachi's eyes trail after us, his body only getting tighter the longer he stares at us, but he doesn't reach for me or even call back. I know he won't, Daddy is the only person he won't rip me away from.

   "I walked in on Sasuke on top of her," he starts explaining, picking me up long enough to place me in the shower. "He left quite the mess on Princess. I was worried she'd get sick. All kinds of illnesses can come from situations like that," He finishes, turning on the water, eyes stuck on my older brother, testing him.

     "Oh," Itachi grumbles, staring at Daddy with equally intense energy. "I can bathe Princess. I'm sure you're tired."

     "I got it," Daddy bites back, turning his sight to glare, daring my brother to push the subject.

     Onii-Chan's eyes flicker between the two of us, anger vibrating off of him. "Fine," he whispers, eyes glancing over me once more before he leaves the bathroom. A long whine spills from me as I try to climb out of the tub, planning to run off after him. I want him and I want him now. Why can't I have him?

     "Your brother is a pathetic man," Daddy mutters, gripping my waist before placing me in the shower again. Once I'm settled, he turns to test the water, the popping of the shower plug following soon after. "I'm sorry your mother and I have left you to such a man." He gently lulls me into the water stream, letting the warm wetness coat my body.

     "I love Itachi," I tell him, watching as he walks away to grab a rag. I might not be happy about being forced into the shower and parted from Itachi, but the water does feel nice on my skin.

     "I know you do Princess, because you're a good girl. You'll make an amazing chieftess," Daddy coos, wetting the rag before lathering it with soap. His hand falls to my hip, gently pushing me back out of the water.

     His hands wander across my body, rubbing my skin down with soap. He works his way down before working back up, taking his time on my breasts. Daddy moves slowly as he rubs the cloth over them. His tongue clicks a few times, his fingers repeatedly rubbing across the bruises littered across them. "Sasuke was way too rough with you, Princess. My poor baby," he coos, carefully rubbing the cloth across the sore and marked skin, his fingertips poking out from the rag on occasion.

     "I'm fine, Daddy," I mutter, shivers sliding up my spine as his hands work back down, rubbing at the skin of my belly.

     His tongue clicks again, the rag - and his hand - sliding across my cunt. "I think we should spend the day together tomorrow," he tells me, his touch staying light as he rubs the cloth back and forth. Sparks roll around between my legs, working up the knot he left abandoned earlier.

     "But - "

     "Itachi has an anbu mission tomorrow and you're not allowed to be alone with Sasuke until further notice. Am I understood?" Daddy says with a pointed look sent my way as his hand freezes.

     "Yes Daddy," I murmur, avoiding his stare.

     An approving hum spills from him, his touch being pulled away from me. "There's my good girl," he coos, popping the shower head off its holder. He runs the streams over my body, slowly sinking to his knees the further down the water runs.

He settles on the bathroom floor, gripping my leg and settling it over his shoulder. "Daddy," I murmur, taking grip of his hair to steady myself. His face settles near my pussy again, his lips parted a bit as he runs the water over it. "Daddy. Daddy, what are you doing? Knock it off," I ramble, squirming around, trying to escape the feeling of the water streams tapping against my clit.

I'm ignored, the water dripping down, stumbling over Daddy's lips. "I'm just making sure you're clean," he whispers, his fingertips sliding through me before falling still, spreading my cunt open. The water runs over me easier, jump-starting the need to cum because of the extra availability. Broken noises fall from my lips, mixing with the sound of the water hitting the tub. "You sound so pretty, Princess."

"I want Itachi," I wail, yanking on Daddy's hair. I keep calling for him, begging for him as the knot in my groin tightens. "I'm sorry. Onii-Chan, I'm sorry. I want Onii-Chan," I whine, the knot seconds away from loosening.

Daddy jerks the shower head away as I come undone, my juices dripping onto the tongue he has sticking out of his mouth. His breath coats over my cunt, only adding to the melting feelings leaving my body. "Good girl," he hums, laying a long and slow tongue lashing at my pussy.

"I want Itachi," I continue to wail, pulling Daddy's head away from me. "Give me Onii-Chan."

"You can't have Itachi right now," he softly sighs, running the rag over me again, cleaning up the mess he caused. "You've been spending too much time with your Onii-Chan. It's distracting him and making Sasuke jealous. You're going to spend some time with Daddy instead." He runs the water over me again, moving it back and forth to wash away the soap. "We'll have a good day tomorrow, I promise, Princess."

"Fine," I huff, leaning against the shower wall. "I'm sleepy."

"I know, Princess. We'll go to sleep soon," he coos, unhooking my leg before standing up. I watch him pop the shower head back in its place, turning the water off, and leaving me shivering and wet, but not for long. Soon one of the white fluffy towels is wrapped around me, rubbing the soft material across my skin. "I love you. You're Daddy's perfect little Princess, aren't you? Yes, you are. You're Daddy's favorite person. I love you so much," he coos, peppering my skin in kisses as he dries me off.

It feels like I'm a warm little puddle, melting at every syllable Daddy utters. My fingertips wrap around his shirt, clinging to it as the craving for his approval starts to outweigh my craving for Onii-Chan. "I am?"

"You are. You're perfect and pure and such a pretty girl," he continues to mutter, resting the towel around my body. Daddy's hands wrap around me, picking me out of the tub bridal style. My arms settle around his shoulders, my face cuddling up against his neck.

"You're so sweet," he lulls, kisses wandering across any skin he can reach. Daddy carries me around the house, pushing his bedroom door open and whisking me into the room. I'm set on the bed, the mattress dipping with my weight. His hands wander over me, tugging the towel off of me before dropping it to the floor. "My pretty girl," he mutters, nudging my head up before his lips slide across my neck.

His kisses coat my neck as he crawls onto the bed, nudging me further up until his pillows cushion my back. "Daddy," I whine, wiggling around under him. "You said we could go to sleep soon."

"We are going to sleep," he sighs, rolling off of me, his head settling on the pillows. His hand falls, gripping my thigh to tug me down with him.

"Daddy, I'm still naked," I huff, trying to squirm out of his hold.

"Harlots sleep naked. Since you wanted to act like a harlot, you get to be treated like a harlot," he grumbles, tugging on me until I'm laid on my side. Daddy presses me securely against him, his hardened dick pressed against my ass. His arms snake around me, a hand roughly gripping my titty as the other one settles between my legs, cupping my pussy. His head is shoved into my hair, softly nuzzling it as he gropes me.

My eyes stare into the darkness, trying to imagine it's Itachi gripping my chest, that it's his hand shoved between my thighs. I look over the outline of Mom in the bed, her chest slowly fully up and down. When my sights tumble up to her face, her eyes are wide open, looking at the two of us.

Slowly, Mom moves across the bed, shifting until her face is settled in front of mine. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, Mom," I whisper, jerking when Daddy's fingertips coast through my pussy.

Mom's eyes flicker down, her hand moving to gently grip Daddy's wrist before she pulls her touch away from him. He listens, his fingers falling still against me. Instead, his focus switches to gently sucking on my shoulder. "Is Sasuke in his room?" I nod my head, tearing my eyes away from her.

I know our family isn't normal. I know most mothers don't touch their sons like Mom touches Sasuke. I know most brothers don't play with their sisters like Itachi plays with me. I know most brothers don't fight over their sisters like mine do. I know most fathers don't touch their daughters like Daddy touches me. I also know parents aren't supposed to have favorite children. Yet, everyone knows I'm Daddy's favorite and everyone knows Sasuke is Mom's favorite.

"Alright, Sweetheart," Mom mutters, cupping my face before she leans down, sliding a kiss to my cheek. "You have fun with Daddy, okay? I'm so glad you're going to make him happy tonight so I can make Sasuke happy," she adds before pulling away, sliding off the bed, and heading out of the room.

Daddy grunts, grinding his hips against my butt. His fingers start sliding back and forth again, toying with my clit on occasion. "Daddy is so happy you're still a virgin," he mutters, sucking on my shoulder harder. "I would have killed Sasuke if he took your virginity away from Itachi."

"I know, Daddy."

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"Good morning!" I chirp, my hair bouncing with my movements as I burst into the kitchen. The windows in the house are open, a soft breeze adding to the bounce of my hair.

     Daddy dressed me this morning, insisting Itachi dresses me too provocatively, though I'm pretty sure I'm wearing less clothing today than I did yesterday. Itachi likes me in skirts, but he prefers shorts so that's what I'm wearing, a pair of shorts that seem to ride up with every step I take.

     Daddy also decided on a belly shirt, one of the ones I wear around the house when it's too hot outside. He insisted it'll help show off my 'flawlessly soft skin'. Of course, topped with one of Itachi's dress shirts to 'not show off too much' and to 'walk around with the fashion of our clan'. Since it's one of Onii-Chan's shirts being used as my cover-up, it hangs lower than my shirts do, sliding just below the cut-off of my shorts.

     I swear I'm just a dress-up doll for my family. Oh, well. This is what Daddy chose and I'm not going to fight him on it, especially with him still simmering on his anger with Sasuke.

     "Good morning, Princess," Onii-Chan greets, getting out of his chair at the table to race to my side. His hands shake a bit as he grips the collar of my top layer. He messes with it, making sure it's popped up and straight, like he does every morning.

     Itachi's eyes skirt over my outfit, openly unhappy with it. "You're not supposed to wear these kinds of shirts out of the house, you know that," he lectures, tugging on the material of my top as if tugging on it will make it cover more of me. "Your shorts are too short too," he continues to mumble, abandoning my shirt to tug on my pants instead. "You are not leaving the house in this. Go change."

     "She's wearing what I told her too," Daddy calls, his voice filling the house despite him using a normal tone. His footsteps down the hall come to a stop right behind me, his aura quickly wrapping around both of us.

     Itachi's sight stays locked on my clothing, continuing to pull on it as he avoids Daddy's eyes. "She's not covered properly. She shouldn't be walking around the clan, much less the village dressed like this. What if someone gets the wrong idea?" He grumbles, sparing a glance behind him before his eyes fall again.

     Daddy's arm snakes around me, wrapping around my waist before tugging me away from Onii-Chan. "She'll be fine. Princess will be with me all day. We're going to have a fun day shopping, aren't we?" He coos, the undertone of venom very present in his words. I nod my head, my agreement being rewarded with a big kiss on my cheek. "Exactly. You run along to your mission and just worry about getting home safely to your Princess. I have everything under control."

     Itachi doesn't like that much either, a grimace coating his face. He reaches out to me again, glancing at Daddy before his fingertips toy with my hair. "It's just a day mission. I'll be home before dinner," he mutters, leaning forward to brush a kiss on my forehead. "I promise."

"Alright, Onii-Chan," I hum, leaning into his kiss.

"I love you."

"I love you too," I chirp, tipping my head up to smile at Itachi. He smiles back, slowly running his fingers against a few strands of hair. "I'll make sure to get you a present while I'm shopping today."

"You do that, Princess," he mutters, pecking my lips before jerking away from me, rushing to get away before he can get grabbed at.

"Itachi," Daddy barks, tightening his arm on me. He shoots glares at Onii-Chan's back, his free hand jumping up to wipe at my lips. "Your brother needs to stop doing that. He's ruining your purity. Ruining my perfectly innocent daughter. Picking away at my untainted flower."

The memories of last night flow through my head. Memories of what Itachi did. Memories of being 'caught' with Sasuke. Memories of Daddy's lips and tongue on my skin, in my pussy. Memories of Daddy humping me, of him coating my back in the same way Itachi coated my pussy.

But I don't say anything. I keep my mouth shut because I know for whatever reason, it's important to Daddy that I'm a virgin. For whatever reason, he's obsessed with making sure Sasuke doesn't touch me like he does, that Itachi doesn't start touching me until he's the chief.

"Daddy wants a kiss," he mutters, his hand sliding up from my stomach to rest under my chin, tipping my head backward. His head leans down, lips pressed against mine and his tongue shoving its way between my lips. He explodes my mouth, his tongue twirling over mine before sliding over my teeth.

"Good girl," he sighs, slowly pulling away from me. Itachi's kisses are much better than Daddy's, but I'd never say that out loud, at least not until he takes over as chief. Once Onii-Chan becomes chief, once I'm chieftess, I won't have to deal with Daddy touching me anymore. "Let's go shopping, Princess."

"Yes, Daddy."

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[rayshippouuchiha]

I just got back into the Naruto fandom bc of gacha reactions on youtube and I have a new favourite trope: Uchihas are little freaks who are attracted to people who can and if mildly provoked will rip them into two equal pieces with their bare hands.

Also, behold! My new favourite ship and ship dynamic!

Tobirama "I-Just-Created-47-New-Jutsu-Because-I-Was-Left-Unattended-For-5-Hours" Senju x Madara "Instant-Awkward-Boner" Uchiha

Just-

Tobirama breaks Madara's nose and Madara immediately starts looking into a winter wedding to comliment his future husband's complexion.

Naruto using 1 tail of gold chakra to break Sasuke's Susanoo and literally physically whoop his ass with a single movement and that little freak is already in a wedding kimono bc "C'mon Dobe it's august and we need a summer wedding otherwise your skintone and hair color wouldn't look perfect in the photos and I'm not waiting a whole year".

Touka breaks Izuna's jaw for being a little shit and sneapking up on her and startling her and that man is one his knees trying to gargle out to please give him a chance he can cook and clean and look after the kids.

Mikoto and Fugaku having to hold onto each other up BC their friendgroup decided to host a "tournament" on training ground 3 and everyone is hot. Hisashi and Hiashi are judging hard. Tsume is howling from laughter.

That kind of thing. Just a whole clan of those little strength kink having idiots immediately wifeing themselves the moment someone strong enough to break their spins flexes in their general direction.

Yes yes to absolutely all of this

[theheirofthesharingan]

Hi, I just finished your fic Unbreakable Ties and to say I loved it is an understatement. I'm SOBBING typing this. The final chapter ripped my heart into pieces. But I loved the most how you handled Sasuke's feelings for his parents. Fugaku is vilified in fanfics so much it makes me so mad 😭 he isn't that bad. Thank you for writing Sasuke loving him because Sasuke would never hate his father.

Ahh, thank you so much. Ripping the heart into pieces is what I was going for, so I'm glad to see your reaction. I'm sorry I'm an evil writer.

About Fugaku, yes... I have mixed feelings about him as a father. I've said this before too that both him and Mikoto were better parents to Sasuke than to Itachi. But if I'm writing a fic from their POVs, my personal feelings don't matter. Sasuke would understand why his father was the way he was. And Itachi isn't the kind of person to blame others for his sufferings. His final moments with his parents will tell you he never held any grudges against his parents, so it makes no sense to write him holding onto any kind of bitterness.

Sasuke, too, although all his memories of his father were of being ignored and neglected and compared to Itachi by him, would have understood why his father was like he was. He didn't see anything beyond his loss, and he wouldn't hold any grudges against his father. If anything, I believe if he saw his dad ever again (as Edo Tensei, maybe) he would express his love more openly and gently. And I expect a guilt-ridden Fugaku to be more expressive as well.

That's just what I thought when I wrote those parts. I'm glad you liked it though.

[jacksgreysays]

Fake Fic Title: Seven, For a Secret--Never to be Told.

— Oh shoot I forgot fake fic titles included character and themes. I was going to say Shisui for our favorite Crow adjacent character but honestly any Crow adjacent character for the counting corvids title, and theme chromatic aberration; itsv style.

SHISUI!!!! <3<3<3<3 Also, hello damnsmartblueboxes! Also, also, sorry for the late response, work truly broke me these past few days

Okay, so if we’re doing Into The Spider-verse, but Crow Edition, possible Crows either canon or fanon or AU: Shisui, Amano, Sai, Shikako (because of course there’s an AU out there for this) … oof, who are the other three?

Uzume in an AU in which neither Shisui nor Amano are around to be ANBU Crow T_T

Aoba, maybe?

Which then could do a similar Anko version in an AU in which Aoba isn’t around to be ANBU Crow—although maybe that’s too repetitive of the Uzume one. Maybe it’s just that, in a world where Konoha trusts her (maybe because she sleuths around and is integral in ripping Danzo out of his hole in the ground, thereby saving the Uchiha clan who now have way more political clout, or at the very least, are back to the clout that they had before?) Anko becomes an ANBU and she gets Crow and Aoba—because I will give up ANBU training buddies only when I’m dead—chooses to be ANBU Snake even though everyone is leery of that mask (like everyone is leery of the Fox mask)

… Or is that, maybe, too much of an offshoot/spinoff?

I mean, I always headcanon Mikoto has having been ANBU, though not usually Crow.

… BUT ALSO, in the Spider-verse there are multiples of the same person—with, obviously, Peter Parker being the most common Spiderman—so maybe just different versions of Shisui, Amano, and/or Sai and then the lone Shikako is the outlier? OR it could be that these are distinct Crows, but for the most part, each of them know who the other are—at least by reputation if nothing else—and the fact that no one has any idea who Shikako Nara is (or, bleakly, the ROOT brainwashed non-Shikako version of herself) is the Miles Morales-esque outlier part. SHE’S THE ANOMALY IN THE CROW-VERSE! (But instead of angry, its angsty O_O… or existential?)

Okay, okay, let’s get these Crows in their respective numbers according to the poem, I’m gonna do some logic puzzle nonsense:

Sorrow, Joy, Girl, Boy, Silver, Gold, Secret Never To Be Told

Obviously Shikako is a Secret Never Told. I feel like Uzume would be either Sorrow or Girl, meaning Amano would be the matching Joy or Boy because I want them to be complementary. Then Aoba, Mikoto, Shisui, Sai… let’s see… if Uzume is not Girl, then we could do Mikoto as Girl in a “young Mikoto becomes ANBU Crow because it’s the only way she can see any action because the Uchiha clan is being weirdly gross and misogynistic and are blocking her from taking any risky missions because they want her to marry Fugaku and have extremely powerful heirs with him” kind of way

And while not EXACTLY matching as nicely as Uzume and Amano, I feel like I could then explore my Aoba headcanon as a partial!Uchiha with Boy. And, boy, do I have a weirdly specific headcanon about partial!Uchiha Aoba stumbling into both the Crow summons (he reverse summoned himself!) and the Crow mask—both very Uchiha flavored inheritances—only after the Uchiha Massacre when he is an adult and 1) wouldn’t use the name, but also 2) wouldn’t be able to rub it in the face of the clan that rejected him and his non-Uchiha parent, especially if he was like… a bastard Uchiha child who was never claimed. ( @loveelemental and I had a discord brainstorming session about an Aoba centric fic in which his partial Uchiha heritage makes for a fascinating post-Jashin Sharingan activation, which is where we came up with a lot of details for this partial!Uchiha theory)

Which then leaves Silver and Gold for Shisui and Sai… which feels pretty good? I’d probably—because I’m biased—make Shisui Gold and Sai Silver because even if they are both (maybe) Uchiha, Shisui just FEELS more sun coded even though his Sharingan is “unbreakable genjutsu”, while Sai is moon coded (and also you can get into his brother Shin, the silver of his hair, the shine of moon on blades, and similes of second place and how even as Hikaku no one really wants him first and foremost the way that his brother Shin did T_T sad boy)

So I guess the fic would be these different ANBU Crows somehow interacting with each other, and honestly the easiest way to do this would be Crow!Shikako does a sort of seal space/pocket dimension/temporary mission team using the ANBU Crow mask as a cornerstone. An “I’ve gathered you all here because we all need to murder our respective Danzos, and together we can all help each other do that. Also, imagine the satisfaction of killing Danzo seven times… or more, if he already has Izanagi”

Another way is a more contemplative/abstract “echoes/ghosts of possible timelines” thing in which, again, the ANBU Crow mask is, like, a liminal space. But wearable. Haunted or cursed? And to make it even more angsty the echoes/ghosts only appear when you’re about to die… which, to be fair, ANBU, probably pretty often?

I guess what my brain is trying to do is more of a multi-versal Sense8 than an Into The Spider-verse thing… hm… I don’t hate it at all… it could be fun to puzzle out some more…

... I also realized, for all that I was very excited about your Shisui mention, I literally mentioned him the least, lolol

Anyway, I hope this makes sense and is interesting to you, damnsmartblueboxes :D

[sasukeless]

who would ve have worse daddy issue , sasuke or naruto

in a way i would say both but maybe sasuke’s are more vocal

naruto has obvious issues with his dad (resentment for putting the jinchuriki on him and being abandoned) but he’s kind of king of repression when it comes to his negative feelings so unless it’s pushed out of it he won’t open up. but also he has iruka he views as his dad so he’s not completely without a father figure

sasuke on the other hand always felt like a shadow of itachi in fugaku’s eyes and when things were finally turning and his father was finally paying attention to him he got that ripped out from him. then later on there’s not a single adult figure that we could see act as a father role to him, and they all just suck. and fugaku is never brought again after his death so all the memories sasuke has of his dad are mostly of himself feeling like he’s not being enough and since he’s the opposite than naruto (as in open about his negative feelings like resentment and hate but repressed about love), it might come off as more obvious

[dark-elf-writes]

Sasuke’s voice reaches whistle tones when Naruto, half dressed in an Uchiha blue set of lingerie with whole sections of it ripped apart what the fuck, nuzzles into his dads chest and starts a casual conversation with a buzzed Itachi. As if this isn’t the worst thing to ever happen. Just what the fuck.

Let’s be fair: he’d be in one of Fugaku’s shirts and shorts at the very least because the man is a possessive bastard at the best of times. One of Fugaku’s shirts that he frequently wears. One of Fugaku’s shirts that Sasuke can never look at again.

Naruto laughs at something Itachi said and leans back into his father’s side to look up at him with adoring blue eyes and Sasuke just about pops a blood vessel.

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Confessions in the rain - SasuHina Day 10

So this was originally part of my submission for the SasuHina Zine but was cut out due to being too long. For context, this is a Mischievous Kiss au, where Hinata, after being disowned, is living on her own when her house is destroyed by a shooting star and Mikoto - who was friends with her mother - invites her to live with them. Hinata didn’t have feelings for Sasuke like Kotaro did Naoki, at least not at first. This was based off the confession scene we got in the last episode. Also, if anyone is curious, check out Machitsuki on YouTube as they give explanation into Naoki’s POV and understanding his side of the story. It’s a big eye opener

Day 10 | Día 10

“Kissing in the rain” | “Beso bajo la lluvia”

“Finding beauty in the ugly and broken” | “Encontrar belleza en lo     feo y roto”

 The house was silent. Not that it usually wasn’t. the Uchihas were quite people for the most part but there was always background noise. Be it Mikoto’s humming or the shuffling of Fugaku’s paperwork or the voice of Itachi’s audio books and even Sasuke’s music. Growing up in her house, Hinata learned to keep quiet and when she moved in with the Uchiha’s, the noise – even at its softest – felt so loud. But it became the sound of home. Even when it was interrupted by Fugaku and Sasuke’s arguments, by Itachi protesting his treatment to his parents, by Sasuke’s hissed threats to not tell anyone at school she lived here, it was home. Plus, the threats didn’t last long, so it was an extra bonus.

The sounds reminded Hinata that she had people who cared nearby. She’d seen Mikoto rip into her father after he tried to drag her back to the Hyuuga Mansion after she graduated high school. She finally convinced Fugaku to listen to Sasuke instead of just yelling. She’d taken care of Itachi during one of the worst headaches he had. She started to bond with Sasuke. That one had been a surprise, knowing how much Sasuke avoided females in general. He’d helped her study for the biggest review exam, he’d make moments where she could have confessed to Naruto and even comforted her when the blonde rejected her.

It had been then when it became apparent to her that her feelings for Naruto had faded before she even confessed. Feelings towards Sasuke had grown unexpectedly and continued to grow with each moment. She tried to stop it, not wanting to become another of his fangirls but it seemed almost impossible. First it was extra time spent together in tennis club they both joined entering college. During their retreat, they’d been in charge of food and the domestic task of cooking every night made her excited for each night. when one of his new fangirls had somehow blackmailed him into going on a date, Hinata didn’t want to get involved. It felt like pure coincidence she and Kiba ended up at the same theatre they were at. While she felt bad for abandoning Kiba, the time spent with Sasuke showed him at his most relaxed. The picture she convinced him to take was one she revisited fondly.

It would have been easy to tell him, a part of her ready to just put everything on the line and just tell him. But then it all changed. Sasuke got engaged. It was arranged, between him and the daughter of his father’s old police chief. Fugako’s private detective company was in trouble with getting their licenses reinstated and the old chief offered to help speed them along, if Fugaku let his sons meet his daughter. A week later, Sasuke announced he was going to marry the daughter.

Mikoto protested furiously and even Fugaku – who didn’t get involved in his kids’ love lives – didn’t agree. It was made even worse when Sasuke said he would transfer from medicine into law to take over his father’s company. Sasuke had thought long and hard about his major even when finally agreeing to attend university, so for him to suddenly change it and do the thing that had been the centre of his and his father’s fights didn’t make sense at all. With Sasuke as his father’s company whenever he wasn’t at school and Mikoto’s anger and sadness that her son was doing this, the once noisy house fell silent.

Watching Sasuke do this, even bringing her to campus felt like a stab in the chest. She tried ignoring it, telling herself that Sasuke was allowed to do what he wanted but it wouldn’t go away. It haunted her.

“Hinata?”

Hinata looked away from her textbooks that were only opened for looks and at Itachi who stood in her doorway. His glasses were in place and the hood of his sweatshirt was pulled up making his face dark.

“Could you do me a favour? Sasuke is at the agency and dad was supposed to bring him back but he got called out. Mom refuses to go near the agency since the…” he trailed off, like he still couldn’t believe what he brother was doing. “and it’s too late for me to go out. I’d get Kisame to get him but he’s got work. Would you be able to go and get him?”

“Couldn’t he walk home himself?”

“He could, if he had an umbrella.”

Hinata looked and saw raindrops painting her window. She hadn’t even heard it start to rain.

“oh. Well then, in that case, I can.”

Itachi followed her downstairs and handed her an umbrella once she was properly suited up and waved her off. If the house was quiet, outside felt even quieter. Even with the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella, the water parting under cars’ tires, footsteps of other people rushing home, it all felt so empty. She wondered when she’d finally hear the noise of everything again.

The walk to the agency seemed quick. A figure was waiting on the other side of the door but as she got closer, the door opened and Sasuke came out. Hinata took in the pressed suit he was in, remembering how excited he seemed when he got his doctor’s coat for practical classes.

“Thanks.” He said, ducking under the umbrella. He took it from her hand, grazing over her fingers.

She yanked them away, mad at herself for still feeling this way. “Itachi sent me.”

“right.” How did their conversations get so awkward? “we should head home.”

The walk back felt like stifling silence. Hinata glanced at Sasuke, sometimes catching him glancing at her, but they didn’t say a word. At least until Sasuke spoke.

“How have classes been?”

“Fine. I was finishing homework when Itachi asked me to come get you. Tsunade-sensei did ask how you’ve been.”

She didn’t have to add in that Sasuke’s main teacher had been asking, but a small part of her felt like he needed a reminder what he was choosing.

“Right. Well, I’m sure she’d understand.”

“Understand that your turning away from the thing you thought really hard about to get into?”

“Excuse me?” Sasuke asked stopping and glaring down at her.

Honestly, under all the hurt, she was mad. She knew Sasuke could sometimes be self-centred but it gave him the confidence to do whatever he wanted. This? this wasn’t Sasuke.

“You and your father fought nonstop about taking over the agency. You didn’t want that, you never did. You didn’t know what you wanted, not for a while and then when you finally made your decision, you were happy. Anyone could see it. Your dad asks you to meet this girl and all of a sudden you decide to marry her? You, the guy who can barely stand females? Because this isn’t you. What, did she threaten your dad if you didn’t?”

“Not that it matters to you, but she did actually. All you need was 5 minutes around her to see she has her father wrapped around her finger. She made it very clear what would happen if I didn’t treat our meeting like a match making session, she could pull my dad’s paperwork. I didn’t believe her, until she lied and said the waiter at our restaurant was making sexual comments to her. Her dad had the guy arrested so quickly; he didn’t have a chance to protest. I wasn’t about to take the chance she’d do that to my father. So, I agreed and changed majors so if she did try anything, she’d have to get through me first.”

She was surprised at Sasuke’s admission, but it didn’t stop her from snapping out, “and it never occurred to tell your dad? He cares, he wouldn’t want you to do this!”

“I know that! But as much as Itachi can’t do this and I don’t want to, this agency is important to him. I wasn’t about to let some spoiled little girl ruin that.”

“So, you’re ok with it? Just giving up on being a doctor to please her? I thought you wanted to help people.”

“I can doing this.”

“And make yourself miserable in the process? I can’t believe the Sasuke I fell for is giving up.”

“What?”

Hinata then realised what she said. She hadn’t meant to but to hear that Sasuke decided to do this, though a noble endeavour, it wasn’t helping anyone. she felt lied to. Sasuke didn’t let himself be pushed around. So, she decided to continue. What would be the point in stopping? It wasn’t like he would suddenly return her feelings.

“I like you. I tried not to because I knew you’d hate it but when I confessed to Naruto, as much as it hurt to be rejected, my feelings for him had faded then. And then you kissed me during the graduation party. I don’t know if you were gifting me that after hearing me rant about graduating without being kissed, but between hearing you say you were coming to the same school as me and that kiss, how was I supposed to stop? With each moment we spent together either at school or at home, it got worse and I was going to tell you, but then you choose her. It might be for your family but I always admired that no matter what, you didn’t give in. I just can’t believe the one time you do, it’s for someone like her.”

She was expecting more yelling, maybe a scathing comment about her not understanding family, but instead Sasuke dropped the umbrella and just as suddenly as he’d once done on the steps outside their graduation party, he pulled her in and kissed her. Back then, she’d been too stunned to kiss back. Now, her arms wrapped around his neck like she’d been doing this forever. She felt properly soaked when they pulled away.

“You’re right, I don’t like most females. But I like you. and I won’t marry that girl if I can have this.”

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Sasuke decided very early on in life that females were too much to deal with. His mom was the exception for a long time, at least until he met her. He’d been running from his small group of fangirls and hid towards the back of the school. He was catching his breath when he realised someone sitting inside the rabbit cage. At first, he thought it was a boy due to the short hair but he noticed the same soft features most of the girls had, he realised it was a girl. One he knew.

She was in his class and she was quite. Usually poking her fingers together, she hid behind books and tended to disappear during free time. To be with the rabbits it had seemed. She saw him looking and let out a squeak, hiding behind her book. He didn’t stick around after that, using the lack of screaming girls to head back inside. She passed him later that day and he waited for a comment about liking him but all she did was ask him not to tell their teacher she was reading in the rabbit cage.

He later learned her name was Hinata Hyuuga.

She was always around but always off on the side, in a corner. She didn’t make herself known. She didn’t chase after him. It wasn’t hard to see her attention drifted elsewhere. Weirdly, he always felt annoyed when he saw her staring at Naruto. He didn’t like girls chasing him, so why did he feel so bothered by her inattention? He’d get annoyed on her behalf when Naruto didn’t notice her, so focused on Sakura. When she became close with Kiba and Shino, especially Kiba, he felt so mad. It wasn’t until their first year of high school, during that swim class after he jumped in and saved her; everyone thought he was doing what they all wanted to do and yell at the teacher for putting a student’s life in danger. He wanted to hurt the teacher for ever touching her after she said she couldn’t swim. That night, he was sitting in the backyard and his brother didn’t notice him as he dragged Kisame outside. He listened to their love-soaked words and when he started picturing him saying them to Hinata, that’s when he knew.

He liked her.

Then she moved in with them and he was always around her. And the feelings kept growing. It was easy to hide it under his usual personality but with all the time to get to know her better, see what went through with her father, see her resilient strength, see her, it was hard to ignore. He finally admitted to it out loud after that stupid argument with Naruto when he rejected Hinata.

“Why do you care if I rejected her? I’m not going to be with a person I don’t have feelings for.”

“What, you mean like Sakura? She barely pays you any attention and can barely stand you on a good day. But you know what, good. She’s way too good for you anyway.”

“Oh, and she’s good for you?”

“No, but only because she’s better than anyone.”

He remembered how Naruto stared at him with confusion. “It sounds like you like her.”

“That’s because I do.”

He proudly admitted to it, but telling her was a different story. It made it hard when she would suggest he become a doctor or when she convinced his dad to just listen to him instead of yelling. He was sure he didn’t make it easy when he suddenly kissed her at graduation, or the many times in college where he managed to get them alone together. he wanted to tell her, promised himself he would once he got through his first semester in the med school.

Then she appeared. Since accepting he’d be going into med school, his dad kept information about the agency from the rest of the family. He didn’t know about the struggle to get their licences reinstated, at least until his dad mentioned why they were going to have lunch with his old station chief and his daughter. It took only a matter of moments alone with her for him to realise the type of person she was. She made what she wanted very clear, she wanted him and he wasn’t going to get away easy. If he actually thought he did, his father’s business would be in danger. And as much as he to stay away from her, scoff and call her bluff, watching her with the waiter, he realised she wasn’t all talk. he cared about his dad too much to risk this. So, he agreed and by the end of that week, they were engaged. When she started paying visits to his dad’s agency in hopes of seeing him, he knew he had to take it further. Take over and keep her away from them. to be paraded around by her, watching her make a mess of things between his family and what he wanted in life, to bend down so easily; he couldn’t believe he was actually allowing this.

All he wanted was to just get through the semester, actually use some of the courage people seemed to think he had droves of and tell Hinata how he felt and graduate. Now he was stuck doing everything he hated just to protect the people he loved.

“I like you. I tried not to because I knew you’d hate it but when I confessed to Naruto, as much as it hurt to be rejected, my feelings for him had faded then. And then you kissed me during the graduation party. I don’t know if you were gifting me that after hearing me rant about graduating without being kissed, but between hearing you say you were coming to the same school as me and that kiss, how was I supposed to stop? With each moment we spent together either at school or at home, it got worse and I was going to tell you, but then you choose her. It might be for your family but I always admired that no matter what, you didn’t give in. I just can’t believe the one time you do, it’s for someone like her.”

What had been an awkward walk home in the rain turned into yelling and into this. He stared down at Hinata, who yelled at him – she never yelled – and told him she like him.

She liked him. He didn’t even think, he dropped the umbrella and kissed her. Kissed her like he’d been wanting to for ages.

“You’re right, I don’t like most females. But I like you. and I won’t to marry that girl if I can have this.”

She looked like she almost didn’t believe him, so he just kissed her again. He didn’t care that they were soaked or that they clearly had more to talk about. All the mattered was she was kissing him back and not letting go. He almost lost this; he wasn’t going to lose it now.