#being a hokage is tiring ok

[rokudaimeplease]

he just wants to take a nap

[ludwigplayingthetrombone]

Post war/coma comic about Gai struggling with his recovery

Since tumblr hates long form comics, I have to split this into 2 bc its 36 images. This is the first part, part 2 i'll either do as a reblog or a separate post right after this, stay tuned! Links to support me in pinned post <3

tw: s*icidal thoughts, injury, a little blood

Bisuke: Gai's Back!

Gai: GRAAH!

Kks: Im home Gai: Welcome back Kks: [wheels rolling] Hey,

Kks: Ga-!? Gai: Im fine. The tile is cool on my face. Kks: Wanna go lay down in bed? Gai: I am so /sick/ of lying down. Kks: Ok. What do you want for supper?

Gai: You're not going to comment? Kks: I already know what happened. You overdid it again. I should be able to keep up with chores, kakashi. Kks: You can. Just don' bull through it all in one go. Do you want to end up in the hospital again? Gai: Please don't. Kks: I know sitting still is hard for you, and "too much" is in your DNA, but you have to take this slow so you don't exacerbate your injuries, Gai. You went from hyper-aware to pretending your body limits dont exist. Gai: Like you haven't done the same.

Gai: You've proved your point. Kks: It's not about that. And you've dragged me to bed and out of bed repeatedly when I needed it. You were burning alive from the inside. Tsunade told you your immune system is out of whack. You need to take it easy. /I/ know you're capable, but are you trying to prove to /yourself/ you are? Gai: You want me to admit my embarrassment? Kks: If something serioud happens, You'll be even more embarrassed then

Gai: How could you possibly know how I FEEL?! How could you EVER KNOW HOW I FEEL?! Kks: I DON'T! But I've /been/ the one ouking and sobbing on your bathroom floor because I couldn't take living anymore! And I don't want that for YOU!

Kks: I'm sorry, Gai. Gai: I'm sorry

Kks: I can't stand knowing you're in pain, and I can't get you help. If there was a way, I'd do anything. Gai: You do so much to help me already.... And I yelled at you Kks: I've screamed at you so much, that was pretty tame. I wish I was like you with things like this. Not great with what to say...... But I can listen.

Gai: I hate feeling so weak. I'm tired all the time, in constant pain, I can't even walk-..... I can tell tenten and the boys worry despite my efforts to appear positive. Kks: They're just not sure how to react. They know you hate being babied, but don't want to push you into hurting yourself. You hate being told you can't do something. They love you. You get stronger everyday, everyone is cheering you on.

Gai: I know it's irrational, but... I feel like you gave up the Hokage position to take care of me. Kks: Haa!? I'm grateful if anything. I'd be retired too if I could. That'd be amazing. I'm dreading just helping Tsunade but as long as you're by my side, I'll be fine. We're still equals, rivals, friends, partners

Gai: Even if I can't- Kks: /Always/ wil be, dickhead. Gai: You worry about me hurting myself? Kks: I know you think about it

Kks: We're the same in that regard Gai: I would never act on this, please believe me, these thoughts are rare........... Kks: It's ok, Gai. Gai: Sometimes I think i should have just died. I feel so out of place on the streets I used to feel so at home at. I never asked to live. I didn't plan to. I just don't know how to-...

Kks: I understand that. Though, dying didn't feel any better. Gai: I know I didn't fully pass like you did. I didn't see papa. Just for a moment, I wish I could have seen him.

Kks: As much as I'm sure he wants to see you again, It's too soon. Dai'd slap the shit out of you for wanting to waste your youth just to see him. Gai: [chuckle] probably. Kks: I have those thoughts less and less now, but they're still there. "why am I the one who survives?" "Burden" "Gai will come to his senses eventually"

Gai: FALSE!! None of my grief is with you! I love living here with you! My love for you only burns hotter each day! You're so lovely inside and out! Kks: Maa What did I do to deserve such praise from teh mouth of the hottest man in Konoha?? Gai: YOU STILL THINK I'M HOT?! Kks: YOU-! [CACKLE]

Kks: Your bad taste is the only reason I had a chance before someone snatched you up. Gai: The worst. Kks: Thought we'd irritate eachother, but it's been pretty smooth. Even though you still get played by the dogs. Gai: You really wanna throw those stones?

Gai: They play you just as easily. don't lie. Kks: My point is, whatever you need from me, you have it. No questions asked. Even if you yell and scream, i can take it. You held me together when I was unraveling, and I'll never forget it. Didn't trust anyone else to see me like that. Broken

Gai: I never saw you as that. Kks: I'll never see you as that

[the-real-sasuke-uchiha]

I wonder how this went.

+Tobirama, I am tired of being Hokage, from now on you will succeed me.

-Nice, my chance to segregate the Uchiha.

+No! Bad boy! Don't ostracise the Uchiha! *pretends to be surprised*

-Um... No, they are crazy, they should never get to power.

+Tobirama, you meanie! Don't say those things! *fake outrage*

-Curse of hatred! Clan possessed by evil!

+ Lalalalala, I can't hear anything, lalalalalala 🙉🙉🙉 here is my hat promise me to behave, ok? *🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️🤷🏻‍♂️*

[konowhoregakure]

Konoha police department AU

Ok listen I just like the idea of them being in a tiny town where everyone knows each other, and somehow the police station is the hub, the one place where everyone seems to meet.

First of all, whoever is Hokage has to be the chief of police/Sheriff. I can see the third Hokage being the kind of Chief that saw everyone grow up and takes it easy on the kids, because he's just nice like that. The kind that knows your name and that alone makes you flinch because you didn't know he kept a close eye on everyone.

Kakashi would be the typical detective that is always smoking, a certified sleazy looking man that is actually just very tired thank you very much. Doesn't sleep ever because he needs to close these cases. (I love the idea of Guy being a detective as well, trying to help Kakashi manage his relationship with his work. Because detectives may not always work in duos but I love when they do).

Lol Jiraiya being that one guy that is somehow always spending the night in a jail cell. Nobody knows what he did this time, perhaps nothing, why is he here again?? (Tsunade won't pick him up because she is also sick of his shit)

Kotetsu and Izumo would be the cop duo, you know the one, they're always having donuts and doing nothing in their cars. They stop every so often at the station though, just to refill their coffee and make fun of Jiraiya because how did he get in there again? honestly.

There's also officers, of course. Aaaaah the whole jounin gang being officers and bullying each other through the walkie talkies. It's mostly Anko. Someone please take away Anko's walkie talkie.

You gotta have the tired office clerk who's tired of everyone's bullshit and doesn't get paid enough honestly. I feel like that would be Iruka, someone dependable but that also is kind and always manages to fix everything somehow. They just don't know how being the station's office clerk also includes helping everyone with their problems.

Naruto wants to be the Sheriff one day, and he's always hanging around because he likes to "learn" from all of the officers. In reality he's just annoying Iruka while hanging out with his friends.

(Obito is a PI that desperately wants to be a detective, but he is just not allowed in) (he keeps messing up all of Kakahi's cases)

[patrik6090]

Can't you just choose one thing you wanna know about?

Grrr okay sakura or kakashi lore

Sakura lore💀

Ok

So uhh

She born into a nobody clan

Like literally the first Shinobi there

She spent most of her time at the academy looking at Sasuke and making fun of Naruto

She mastered walking over water and trees way faster than Naruto and Sasuke because of her amazing chakra control

This was also the reason she broke free during the chunin attack

We also see her general immunity to genjutsu in the last when she is the only one to remain awake

This feat is rather impressive as for all of humanity's history jinchuriki were thought to be immune due to having 2 chakra signatures

She also mastered medical ninjutsu at a level comparable to Tsunade at just 16 years of age showing that while she isn't a god she is still a progidy

Now kakashi has always been strong

His father had a run on sight order because facing him meant certain death for anyone involved

These genes were clearly passed down

Kakashi's mother is unknown

However when kakashi was young his father chose to forsake a mission to save his teammates

This lead to him being bullied and ostracized

Until eventually one morning

Kakashi found the corpse of his father laying on the living room floor

Curled into the fetal positive

Knife dug into his own stomach

This lead to severe trauma from kakashi's part

Now kakashi was still strong

Strong enough to pass the bell test without teamworks

Not much happens until we to the kannabi bridge mission

Here we see just how strong his father was as 2 Shinobi run in fear of seeing Kakashi's blade and white hair

However on this mission kakashi learns to value his teammates more than the mission, thanks to Obito reminding him just how great of a man his father was

Kakashi loses an eye during this mission after getting surprise attacked but gets saved by Obito

Obito later saves him again presumedly at the cost of his own life

Now giving him a present he didn't want to give earlier in the day as they just became friends on this mission

This present was his sharingan

Kakashi goes on to complete the mission, winning the third great Shinobi war for the hidden leaf

kakashi is allowed to keep the sharingan by fugaku (Uchiha clan leader) as it was obitos last wish

Kakashi would later in his mid to late teens join the anbu

Going on murdering spree after murdering spree causing a slow decline to his already damaged mental health

After a while of this Minato (now hokage) assigns kakashi to protect his wife, kushina

Kakashi fails at this when the 9 tails attacks the leaf because he isn't allowed to fight due to him still being underage

Danzo uses this to his advantage and gets kakashi to join the root (a corrupt version of the anbu)

Tho eventually kakashi wises up and leaves the root after saving Yamato

After a while he finally becomes the jonin we know and love today

Later going on to teach team 7

And now we're at the start of the show and my fingers are tired

If you still want more kakashi lore I'll write it dw

[opttagoyeo]

All Over the Place || Naruhina Timetravel Au

Genre: Romance, Drama, Humor, Slice of Life

"Hinata-chan!" a loud and too familiar voice shouted in a distance.

The indigo haired woman's attention was caught and her shoulders tensed in an odd way. She squinted her eyes infront to see a familiar small form mixtures of yellow, black and orange in color. Seemingly waving towards her, but she's still not quite sure.

She heard an annoyed grunt besides her, so it caught her attention now and she gaze happily almost like she's teasing the person besides her but innocently. She chuckled and she patted her companion's back receiving a huff from them.

"He must have something to tell me so don't be like that." she said before she can stop herself to do so. She cringe at the thought but it's the only thing she can think off. The man was already busy as an incoming hokage and studying scrolls, jutsus and even going on various rank missions so to say that he must have time to spare to her must be an important thing to just not brush off instantly.

They rolled their eyes, "Heck, he maybe just want to greet you but is already too loud even if he's far away. That old man's seriously ann—" they nonchalantly blabbered but when their eyes met Hinata's they stopped themself.

Her eyes were pale lavender complimenting her almost dark blue locks. Usually it held tenderness, softness and seems unharmful but when it stared to them. They can help but feel fear, the pupil less orbs holds a neutral yet stern feeling making them quiver and just don't want to go against her.

Silence falls between the two of them but she didn't mind. In a sense, it's even comforting as if she's already used to her companion and she can't help but to adore it more in a good way.

She smiled when the blond is now jogging towards them but as he get closer and closer she can't help but feel that there's a different vibe to this man. Being an overthinker herself won't do any good, she seems to think a lot of weird things today. She probably needs some rest after this.

"Hinata-chan! I thought you were in the Hyuga Estate but I didn't know you would be here!" he chuckled as he huff seemingly tired to run that far in the fastest way possible. He returned to his original height as he composed himself and dust off his upper clothing.

He immediately opens his arms and walk towards the woman, "Naruto-kun??" she asked confusedly. Their companion burning holes already as they stared to the taller angrily.

Furrowed eyebrows are what answered Hinata which made her confused even more. A warm hand grabbed hers protectively and she gaze downwards, to her also blond companion with their worried yet annoyed eyes gazing to her pale ones.

"It's ok—"

"Hug. Hina, don't you wanna hug me?" he pouted while his two arms raised mid air, remaining on his position. Little inches away to really hug Hinata. Naruto distracted her again before she can finish her reply to her smaller blond friend.

Pale eyes widened as she grasped what he had say. Her?Hug? With none other than Naruto? She didn't noticed how Naruto called her with an adorable name. And how his eyes flicker with such feelings a friend won't even comprehend to do.

Impossible!? What has gotten to him? Is he okay? she thought to herself bewildered to his unusual behavior.

"Uh.." she awkwardly started, is she just reading too much between the lines? She started to ponder. Maybe Naruto-kun just wants a friendly hug and she's just too sensitive to have a friendly hug to her former first love, yes, former. "I think, it's fine Naruto-kun! We're friends after all, I don't really mind."

Albeit to her, the smaller blond eyes went wide and their mouth slightly gape. Realizing that this whole thing might unfold wrongly that they thought it would be and they're one of the people who are about to see this first hand.

Naruto smiled but immediately frowned. "F-friends? Hina we're already married." he scratched the back of his head while gazing to the side.

Hinata's ear rang and the feeling of fainting that didn't appear after almost three years of not doing so immediately return, tenfold. Good for her, she immediately restraint herself as she tightly clenched her fist to anchor herself and prevent fainting infront of them.

"Wh-what...?" the raven haired woman mumbled or at least try to do so. Naruto only arched his eyebrows to this, confused on the whole situation he was in.

Boruto, who's been observing the whole situation for at most, shook his head and the glint of his eyes screams uneasiness of what might has to come.

The younger blond could only hope.

TBC. (I think so?)

[bansenshukai]

ok i saw that post earlier about the bootlicking and now i am hit with the idea of Obito being like "ugh bakashi you're such a bootlicker why don't you lick MY boots for a change" and then there's a pause as both Obito and Kakashi come to the abrupt realization that they may, perhaps, be more into that then they expected.

and then they have sex in their gay little dimension idk

oh boy anon do i have just the thing for you! although it's not in kamui, i think the essence of the rest is there.

1.2k, snip of a unpublished fic

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Obito’s face was veiled as they left the Godaime’s office. Kakashi glanced over at his mission partner, found that his eyes were sparking dangerously, and chose to keep quiet. Normally they would celebrate a successful mission by going out to grab drinks or dinner at one of the shitty dive bars in the southern district, where there was little chance of running into other Uchiha, but Obito stomped silently the whole way back to their apartment. 

There were still no words by the time they passed through the doorway and reactivated the traps in the perimeter seals. Kakashi tried to break the silence.

“Obito,” he started out, placatingly, but Obito’s face twisted up all at once into a snarl, breaking out of his sullen rage into something darker.

“You think you can apologize? What about Tiger? Crane? Rabbit? You think that’s why we left Mongoose’s division? So you could suck up to Tsunade and wag your tail to her council, all for some fucking reputation?”

“Obito-”

“You think your father was that kind of bootlicker? Don’t be a coward, Kakashi,” Obito spat. “It’s not in your blood.”

Kakashi closed his eyes, letting the guilt of that accusation wash over him smoothly. “Fine,” he said, exhausted. “I know that wasn’t the right call. What can I do, to apologize?”

Obito dropped onto the couch and glared into the distance. “Nothing,” he said. “Unless you’re willing to get on your knees and b-”

Kakashi’s excuse, which was flimsy in retrospect, was that he was tired. He was emotionally exhausted from the mission and then the immediate verbal flaying they’d received from the Hokage, from the physical exhaustion of pushing your body too far and too fast, and all of it had piled up until his defenses were low and he’d entered a place where he normally had to make no decisions: his home. But in the end the truth was there-- that he’d dropped onto his knees faster than Obito could complete his sentence.

They both froze.

The moment stretched– Obito’s rage had completely disappeared and been replaced with a comically shocked expression. “Wha-”

Kakashi scrambled to get up, back onto his feet, but the damage had been done. He made the mistake of looking at Obito and something flared between them; a low, heated ache in the pit of his belly. He looked away.

Obito’s voice had dropped half an octave. “What was that?” he half-whispered. “Did you-”

"It was nothing," Kakashi snapped. "Forget it, Obito. It's none of your business."

Obito shook his head, his eyes bright with thought. Kakashi lamented; of all the times for Obito to suddenly find his emotional self control and common sense, this was not the ideal moment. 

“You liked that,” Obito said slowly. 

"Maa, Obito, don't you think you're reaching pretty far for one random moment?"

"Don't you trust me? Tell me right now if you don't, and I'll stop everything, I won't bother you again."

Kakashi was silent. For some reason the words weren't coming out of his mouth. Because he did trust Obito, and that was the crux of the problem.

There was a new glint in Obito's eyes. He gestured with his hands. "Come here."

Kakashi's awful, traitorous feet stepped forward until he was standing just before the spread of Obito's thighs. He stood there doing his best imitation of a wooden board, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

Obito looked at him, cocking his head with the light of comprehension. "You like this," he said slowly. "You like following orders."

Kakashi’s jaw clenched, his teeth tightening down like a vise and clamping down on his tongue so that he wouldn't blurt down something absurdly embarrassing. 

Obito brought a gloved hand up. 

"Take it off for me."

He was going to leave the room. It was clear in his head: he would open his mouth and say No thank you Obito, he would put his hand on that brass doorknob and shut the door behind him and they would never speak of it again. In eight years Obito would mention it in one of the ANBU post-mission bar crawls, and Kakashi would laugh it off and pretend that it had never happened at all. The future was bright and clear, tantalizingly close in reach. 

Kakashi blinked, and found his hands already sliding the first glove off Obito's rough hand. He let it drop to the floor and swallowed hard, staring at the swirling pattern of wood grain so he wouldn't have to look at Obito's face, and live in ignorant bliss (agony?) of not knowing his expression.

"Good." The timbre of Obito's voice was rich with satisfaction, and something deep inside him shivered.

Once when Kakashi was young, his father had allowed him to pick which persimmons to take home at the market, but when he’d taken a bite of his carefully selected fruit, his mouth had dried out so quickly he thought he’d been poisoned. That sense-memory was back in full force now, and it nearly made him dizzy; the harsh, acrid taste of dryness, and the potent sensation of surprise. Not that Obito’s voice was toxic. 

"And the other one too."

Kakashi considered that again, as his tongue flitted around in his mouth, searching desperately for moisture and finding none. He consulted old school memories and faded recollections of textbooks that he’d read over three decades prior; had one of the Shiranuis married into the Uchiha Clan in some long gone past? Obito’s voice must have had some kind of poison, because that was the only explanation for the physical effect it had on him.

Somehow Kakashi’s hands were moving without the input of his brain, and they carefully slid the leather off Obito's other hand and let that glove follow its partner. There was a little clink as the metal guards of the pair met on the ground.

Any moment now. Kakashi would turn around. He would leave the room, go for a drink at The Heron and flirt with 76 year-old bartender Makoto, or read the newest Icha Icha while watching Makoto flirt with the equally long-in-the-tooth barmaid.

"Sit, Kakashi."

He dropped down faster than a pre-genin at an endurance evaluation, but managed to at least prevent himself the humiliation of falling into seiza. He breathed slowly, once in, once out, and then deliberately let the curve of his spine slouch as he adopted a posture designed to look careless and lazy, his legs crossed beneath him.

"It's a lot of fanfare for some very tame roleplay," Kakashi drawled, pretending that he wasn't sitting at Obito's feet on his order. "Are you having fun with your game of pretend? Don’t tell me you read some of Rin's erotica and got excited over–”

Obito's bare hand dropped onto his hair, raking through the strands and gently scratching his scalp.

Kakashi bit down on his lip so hard he drew blood. The sharp burst of salt and iron was the slimmest rope tethering him to reality: the rest of him was floating adrift on a pleasant haze of obedience and reward, the simplicity of not having to decide what to do.

[smutteedreams]

Helloooo mey i request a scenario of Madara and his newly gf are going their first date ( a lovely picnic ) but previously hashirama gave Madara a bottle of sake and Madara and his gf gets wasted and he gets supper rock hard so she starts trying to suck him off but Madara is still a virgin ( so is she hehe )so he pushes her away being shy then he gives in when shes already on him(plzzz do something along the lines “It’s alright Madara I’ll make you feel good” then Madara whimpers *^* )sorry it’s a long request thx goodness I made it easy hahaha love the content

A PICNIC AND SOME SAKE

Virgin! reader x Virgin! Madara

(Here you go lovely reader. Hope you enjoy this one cause i had a lotta fun writing it, p.s- sorry for taking so long)

Warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, cussing, alcohol, oral sex (m! receiving)

It was another one of those days when you thanked your self-control for not having kicked the elders of the village into fucking oblivion after getting on your nerves too many damn times with their outdated ideologies.

Once your rage died down, the exhaustion seeped in. You weren't physically tired but your mind was clogged up. Being the Hokage's advisor had been your dream but you might have underestimated how taxing it could be, especially with how clumsy Hashirama is. There were times when you had to scold him like a mother while he sat in his chair and pouted.

You were lost in your thoughts when your phone buzzed and the screen came to life.

*Text Message from Madara*

"Y/n are you free today?"

"Yeah, just got back from work actually"

"Meet me at the Uchiha compound. I have something planned for us."

You sent a quick 'ok' and started wondering what it could be and then started thinking about what to wear. By the sound of it, it felt like a date. When the realization hit you, you started to panic. This was gonna be your first date with Madara.

You had known him for a while as a friend and as a fellow Leaf shinobi but only a little while ago did you start picking up on the changes in his behaviour and mannerisms when he was around you- his gaze and and his touches that would last just a moment longer than necessary, his glances at your direction when he thought no one was looking, the clenching of his fists when you would smile or laugh while talking to other men. Honestly, it wasn't too hard to figure it out.

He liked you, obviously enough, but little did he know that you would sometimes linger around the Uchiha compound to catch a glimpse of him or bring up some "urgent" matter to discuss with Hashirama at the exact same time when he would be present in the office.

You were waiting for Madara to take the initiative but sometimes this man can be so frustrating and blind to all the clues and hints. Even someone as fundamentally oblivious as Hashirama could put two and two together.

So, to say you were glad when he asked you out would be an understatement. Boy, you remember the day. You thought you were shy till you witnessed Madara trying to propose. He even brought Izuna and Hashi as emotional support. The two himbos were cheering him on from around a corner while Madara was struggling to get the words out.

You were laughing at the memory when you realized that you had been daydreaming for the last 15 minutes. Shit. You were in full-on panic mode now. This was going to be your first date with your gorgeous, celestial boyfriend and you absolutely didn't want him to be annoyed at you for being late.

You quickly freshened up and then stared at your closet, wrapped in your towel, staring at the choices. He didn't even tell you where you would be going so you wanted to opt for something versatile, something that would be appropriate anywhere. Your eyes landed on a beautiful mustard sundress.

You put it on and couldn't help smiling at how cute you looked. The dress hugged your curves flawless and flared at the end around your mid thighs.

Perfect!

You quickly put on some sandals and head out. When you reached the Uchiha compound, Madara was already standing outside it, waiting for you.

"Sorry for being late", you said as you walked up to him, too embarassed at your tardiness to notice his small smile at seeing how pretty you looked.

"Don't worry about it."

You both started walking side by side in an uncomfortable silence, irrefutable awkwardness thick in the air, when Madara speaks up.

"How was your day?"

You groan and turn around to hide your face in your palms as he chuckles at your reaction.

"That bad huh?"

"Hmm..."

"Then you'll be glad to hear what I've planned for us".

You looked up at him questioningly only to notice how good he was looking in his brown yukata and tied back hair.

"You do look very nice. Where are we going?"

"Hn. You'll see."

Madara took your hand and led you to the meadows on the outskirts of the village. Something was different about him that day. He seemed more confident and sure of himself the way he always was but you couldn't help but feel a little shy and timid around him. Just before you reached your destination, he insisted that you close your eyes and rely on him to guide you and you obliged. How could you not when his otherwise cold eyes were now sparkling with excitement at whatever he had planned for you?

After a little while, Madara stopped walking. You took a moment to feel the ambience around you- gentle breeze caressing your face, soft sunlight warming your cheeks, occasional chirping of birds...

"Open"

You open your eyes and are pleasantly surprised at Madara's romantic side. On the grass under the shade of a tree, a mat has been laid on top of which are macaroons, croissants, cinnamon buns, and some more of your favourites along with pitchers of mango juice and lemonade. A little further from the spot was a beautiful lake that glistened in its glory under the sun.

"Madara you...you did all this?"

The man in question gives a swift nod accompanied by an eager smile as a soft blush slowly crept up to his cheeks.

"Y/n, you know how I feel about you. I want to be with you and i wanted our first date to be something you'd remember. Do you like it?"

"Yes, its lovely and thank you. That was very thoughtful of you."

You gave him a soft kiss on his cheek before you both sat down to enjoy the picnic. You were resting your head on his arm, listening to him talk in his deep, silky voice when something seems to have disrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, almost forgot."

Madara sat up and reached towards the basket to grab something. He retrieved what seemed to be a bottle of sake.

Following your curious gaze, he said," That idiot Senju gave me some of his favorite sake- says its the best he's ever had. Would you like to try some?"

You nodded a yes and he handed you your cup and filled it for you.

"Thank you".

The both of you sat in comfortable silence, sipping on your sake, finishing cup after cup and then the whole bottle, admiring the greenery around. You kept finding your eyes travel to gaze at your boyfriend- his ponytail hanging loosely, a few leaves and blades of grass stuck in his mane, his taut and toned chest peeking out from the low neckline of the yukata. He was leaning back, arms on either side supporting his upper body, breeze swaying the strands of hair framing his face, a dopey smile on his face. He looked divine, like a poet or a god- you couldn't decide which.

"The actual view is out there you know", Madara remarked at your staring and turned towards you to smirk.

It was then that you realized you forgot to even try and hide your shameless gawking.

" Well I like this view much more", the words rolled off of your tongue before you could even process the thought in your mind.

You cursed under your breath and turned away when you noticed Madara's eyes widen. You scrambled to get up and make up some excuse so that you could leave and get out of this situation cause you were not good at dealing with awkwardness.

As soon as you got to your feet and tried to walk, you tripped on the empty bottle of sake and fell and were stunned to see that you landed right on top of Madara- your palms on his chest were the only thing preventing your lips from entwining as his breath hit your face and your hair curtained around you both. You could feel his heart thump loudly in his chest below your hand.

The two of you stayed like that for God knows how long, unsure of what to do, lost in each other's embrace. You tried getting up to put some distance between the both of you as the adrenaline rushing through your veins and the alcohol emboldening you made the previously mild lewd thoughts in your mind turn wild and cause an ache to rise between your thighs.

But as soon as you tried to move away, Madara's hands reached out, instinctively as if, to pull you closer- his firm grip on your waist keeping you pressed flush against him and you would be lying if you said you weren't starting to crave more of him- more of his warmth, more of his smell and touch.

One of his hands left your waist to come up to your face to tuck away a small strand of hair behind your ear, his face showing a rare kind of affection and care as he did so. You only got to study it for a second before he brought your face closer and captured your lips in a slow, drunken kiss that made your whole body feel like jelly as you melted into the sensation.

Madara kissed you like a frantic man, as if he'd never get to kiss you again, groaning and grunting as you tugged on his hair. You felt something poke at your thigh and broke the kiss to look at the intrusion only to find his rock hard erection straining to break free and be relieved.

You would have laughed at your boyfriend's embarassed expression if you weren't sorely turned on by what you saw. The imprint his member left on his yukata made your mouth water and you moaned out loud. God, what was this man doing to you?

Your hands traveled out of their own volition to palm his cock over his clothes and you could swear you felt it twitch at the barely-there contact.

"Mhm...wait Y/n!" Madara's alarmed voice made you stop your ministrations.

"Did I do something wrong? Do you not like it?"

"Fuck..no its not that", he said panting.

"Then?"

"Its just that..." his voice drifted off as he struggled to maintain eye contact.

"I've never been with any woman before", he sighed and admitted.

"Well, with the way you were kissing me right now, you could have had me fooled", you chuckled and he followed with a nervous laugh.

You smiled and reached to give him a small kiss and said," There's something I wanna do for you...".

Madara knitted his brows in confusion but picked up on your words when you started disrobing him, releasing his throbbing cock and pumping slowly with your hand.

"N-no..."

You looked at him tauntingly and asked, "Why not?", moving your hand at a deliberate, painfully slow pace as you enjoyed watching the clan leader desperately trying to maintain whatever leftover semblance of logic and composure he had.

And it all crumbled away when you leaned to his ear and whispered seductively,

"Its alright Madara, I'll make you feel good", slurring your words slightly, all the while thinking to yourself what in the devil kind of sake could Hashirama have given him.

The shift in his expression and demeanor was all the confirmation you needed to perch yourself fully between his legs. You couldn't deny that the task you were about to do made you nervous- after all, you have no previous experience, much like Mada. But the excitement of having one of the most powerful shinobi in the palm of your hands dominated all your senses.

You started working your mouth from the base of his thick cock, swirling your tongue around the girth of it and pumping occasionally. You pulled back to study his face to find any signs of displeasure and on finding none, you took as much of him in your mouth in one go as you could and immediately felt like gagging, underestimating how big he was. You tried hard to control the reflex and relax your throat the way you had read in a magazine a while ago.

It was still too much so you decided to try again, taking it out of your mouth completely with a loud pop. You took a moment to admire the sight before you- Madara breathless and flustered as his cock glistened with your saliva and beads of pre-cum.

You went for it again, this time taking less of him in your mouth as you savored his taste and sucked harshly on the swollen tip, eliciting a whimper from him and you felt a smirk of satisfaction pulling at your stretched lips. His hands brushing your cheek and then resting behind your head urged you to ahead.

Your head bobbed up and down his shaft as you occasionally flicked your tongue against his slit to tease him.

"Ohh Y/n fuckk...", Madara moaned out loudly in his gruff voice, his hands now entagling in your hair and nails scratching lightly on your scalp. He threw his head back in pleasure. Seeing him like this, uncaring of who might see or hear him, fueled your hunger and lust as you sped up your movements.

You could tell that he was close by the way his voice started breaking and his thighs shook. Just a little more, a little more pain and suffocation till you could push him over the edge. Oh how you wanted to feel him come undone on your tongue and just then, with no warning save for the buck of his hips and his heavy breaths, he came in your mouth- in spurts of thick ropes of cum, sweet and salty.

Madara laid his head on the grass, greedily sucking in air to recover himself from the voodoo of your mouth, euphoria claiming his mind and body.

You waited for him to come down from his high and when he looked at you, your eyes stared into his soul as you swallowed his load. He pulled you up to his face to kiss you hard, groaning on tasting himself on your tongue.

He pulled you by your hair to lift your face, breaking the kiss, to study your hazy eyes and swollen lips, a feral but contained look of determination in his eyes- authority and dominance radiating of off him as he smirked and parted his lips to say,

"Let's go back to my place, shall we?" in a tone full of lust and promise.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Hi!! I'm new here (sort of)! Huge fan of your writing and also a huge fan of Madara🥵. . .I noticed someone else is ALSO a huge fan of him as wellllll🥰 I know you said youre busy and taking care of yourself which is good! I'm so happy things are looking up for you and you are writing here and there. . .if it's alright, I'd like to request from the newest prompt starter list. . ."I'm not jealous" with Madara. If you've reached your limit it's ok and also probably my fault cause I was WAYYYY to nervous to msg you in the first place cause I'm so hasftsruft okaybyeee😩😬

warnings: smuttiness, kissing, toxic behaviors(it's Madara), slight violence, mentions of unfaithfulness. |prompts.|a/n: Sooooo sorry this took so long to post this. I hope you enjoy it and I'm really happy you requested this. I haven't written for Madara in so long and I've been missing this mean man.

You didn’t want him to find out. You did everything you could to keep this all a secret. If Madara found out, you’d be so screwed. He would literally not be able to handle it. Especially not because it was his best friend. He was starting to suspect something was going on when you left the house for long hours. You'd come home, looking a little guilty but you kept your act up as best as you could.

What Madara never realized was that you had been planning his birthday meticulously with Hashirama, and the two of you were working tirelessly to make sure everything would go well. Madara deserved to have a nice birthday, and you and Hashirama would work together every waking hour to make sure that you could pull all of this off.

The day before his birthday is when everything fell apart. Madara was getting tired of you running off all the time. He was getting fed up with you sneaking off without him and he knew you were being unfaithful at this point. He found out through a few people that you were meeting with the Hokage, and this made him very angry.

He spots you just before you enter the building, and he pulls you down the nearest alleyway. You cry out when his hand is tangled in your hair, pulling you into the private space. He slams you against the wall, pushing you down.

“Why would you do this to me?” He asks, his tone is ice cold.

You struggle with what to say to him. At this point, you figure it’s best if you just tell him what you’re up to. You didn’t want him to think you were being unfaithful. You lick your dry lips, coming up with a suitable explanation.

“I’ve been planning your birthday. Hashirama helped me.” He slams you into the wall again, and you moan. But he looks into your eyes and he sees that you aren’t lying.

He leans in to kiss you, a flood of guilt filling him. After all this time, you had been doing something for him. He had let his jealousy get the best of him. His tongue slides into your mouth, solidifying his feelings for you. You groan when his hands soothe up your body to squeeze your tits.

“I knew you’d be jealous. You’re so possessive, Madara.”

He grunts, “I’m not jealous.”

[cafeinthemoon]

Kakashi and Team 7 with a student who just doesn't care

Fandom Naruto

Characters Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha

Symbols 💜 . 💚 . 💛 . ▶️

Warning (s) none

N. A. Ok so I’m not sure (actually I can’t remember) what this ask was all about, but according to this title I guess it was supposed to be about a student who doesn’t take the career as a shinobi as seriously as they should since they’re with team 7, and how each team member reacts to their attitude. For this one let’s ignore the fact that each team has only 4 members and include y/n lol

This was an anon request too, and if you anon are reading this, thank you for requesting and sorry for taking this long to post it 🤭

Naruto

Basically you guys don't get along since day one

You are the opposite of each other

Naruto is noisy and full of energy; you are quiet and get tired (n.t.: annoyed) easily

He can't stop talking about how he will become a great ninja and the village's Hokage; you have 0 interest in anything related to it and can't think of something worse than being the village's leader, which would mean work and more work

His grades were a shame at the Academy; yours were ok

Naruto can't understand how someone would not have any ambitions regarding the shinobi world and doesn't miss any chance to judge you as the nosy kid he is

You spend your time as far from him as possible, not because you fear his comments but because you can't stand him

Eventually, as you work more together, you start focusing more on your missions and less in each other's flaws

You start respecting his determination and sense of justice, and he starts to accept that not everybody has the same views in life and that's ok

You even go to Ichiraku and joke around from time to time

You start to think more of how you're going in life

Sakura

At first it's the same as with Naruto

But unlike with the Uzumaki who puts his dream ahead of anything, Sakura puts another person ahead of herself

That would never make a difference to you if she just kept quiet about it, but no, the girl is always talking (directly or not) about how Sasuke is this and that

*Sighs*

She's not the biggest fan of yours either

Despite being familiar with you since the Academy, your grades and abilities never meant too much for her (they didn't mean much to you actually)

The good thing about this is that there's no competition between you, since her grades were always the best

However, while you're reasonably good in fighting and the use of weapons, her practical performances weren't great, so that sometimes a bit of conflict between you are inevitable

Things only calm down when let it clear that you have absolutely no interest in competing with her, and even less in Sasuke

Tbh you don't understand what Sakura sees in that guy

After that, you kinda start a friendly relationship

You find out some things in common outside the ninja world

She gives you some tips about shinobi theory while you give her tips about practical work

You learn to respect each other with this

Sasuke

Tbh there aren't many things to say about Sasuke and you

You almost don't interact with each other

Part of it is because you don't see reasons to do it and the other part is because both of you want to avoid Sakura's scenes

You find each other uninteresting in general, and sometimes annoying: you who don't want to do anything at all and him who only thinks of his vengeance

The only thing putting you together is the fact that you're part of team 7

So inevitably you have to work together

With time, you find out you can make a reasonably good work: you have different talents and abilities, but they kinda match

It's not enough for you to develop a close friendship, but you start respecting each other

Kakashi

Ok there's a reason why I left Kakashi-sensei for the end of this list

At first, he's the worst of your new team mates

He's after you all day, almost as much as he does with Naruto

Maybe he's more frustrated with you than with Naruto, because unlike him you don't make much effort or have a great ambition

You're just there, doing what you have to do and not wanting anything else

Since you don't know him for a long time, he seems intrusive with his persistence

You try to push him away in any way you can, but without being disrespectful

Without realizing, you start working harder to get good results in the missions just to not having him pissing you off later

To your surprise, it works: you improve your abilities and analyzing skills, and he starts to trust you more

You're kinda irritated that his strategy to make you work more succeeded, but you're also content with your progress

You start meeting and having conversations outside your missions

Kakashi is not that open about his feelings or his past, but he's wise and always has great advice

You start to feel at will to seek for his help and guidance

And contrary to what you first imagined, he's not judgmental, so it's good to have him around

You also notice how he cares about his students and does his best even when circumstances don't collaborate

You start to consider taking your activities as a ninja more seriously, both because of them and because yourself

[emberswrites]

My personal pet peeves in Naruto fandom include people reducing Sasuke to a whiny “emo” like he’s some kid in your band class that just likes eyeliner and dramatic metal, people acting like he did anything wrong to Sakura and she needs saving from him when he never pursued her (and if she were the man people would be calling her a harasser and manipulative), acting like he should be kissing her feet in their marriage, people who think Kakashi was a bad teacher who didn’t care, people who think he didn’t deserve to be Hokage, people who minimize Naruto’s suffering as a kid, who think Sasuke needs more “redemption” than Garaa or Orochimaru???, who think Sakura trying to manipulate Naruto’s feelings (despite the reason) was okay, people who just think the Uchiha were bad cursed, people but also people who hate them for being fictional cops (??? really), people who give Jiraiya a pass on everything, that whole narrative that Shikamaru and Choji were little Naruto’s BFFs and should have been more important to him than Sasuke based on filler, who think Itachi’s manipulation of Sasuke was justified (I don’t hate him but even he admits he made a big mistake?), Hiruzen’s whole existence, people acting like Kakashi is weak when most shinobi would have died against the enemies he went up against and he bodies 98% of them but they always had him fighting the 2%…

Ok I’m tired.

[wakaoujisenhime]

200 event! :D A scenario for Bakugo x reader x Kirishima poly. What if their fem s/o takes a hard hit to save a child jumping in front of a blow from an enemy? The injury nearly kills her but in the end she survives, and fully recovers. How would they react to this? (I actually requested something almost exactly like this once for Hashirama, Tobirama, and Minato awhile back. Now I’d like to see it done for these two.) And congratulations on 200! You are amazing and deserve it! 🥰

A/N: Thank you for trusting me with this, I hope you’ll like it! Also...that’s actually quite the cute scenario for these three Hokages 👀 Enjoy! 

Tags: Bakugou x reader x Kirishima ✅  poly relationship ✅  fluff ✅  slight angst ✅

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More than you can imagine - Bakugou x reader x Kirishima

What were you thinking when you jumped in front of that small child?

Your team had been sent out to evacuate the area while the present pro heroes handled the threat and everything seemed to go just as you had planned it, but that’s when a giant villain caught your attention. He was towering in front of a small child who tried to save their parental figure from some ruble that had injured their leg. You watched in horror as the adult tried to warn and prompt their child to run away, but seeing how hard that young person continued to struggle motivated you. And before you noticed it, you were already running in their direction, ignoring the two screaming voices of your loved ones behind you, you sprinted for the small child who had finally realized the inescapable situation. Just as the villain was about to hit that small figure in front of him you jumped in between them and tried to reduce the attack’s damage with your own quirk’s impact, but the last thing you remember hearing before everything went black was two familiar voices calling your name.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes you slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by an entirely white room. You wanted to look around some more, but a sudden wave of pain halted any planned movement of yours. A silent groan escaped your mouth and that’s when you felt someone squeeze your left hand.

“(Y/N)...you’re finally awake.“ said a deep and tired voice.

“Katsuki? Is that you?“

As if to answer your question he stood up from his seat beside you and carefully leaned himself down to where your head was resting as he finally responded in his usual and cheeky tone: “Who else would it be dumbass?”

Even if he tried to sound like his usual self, you still managed to hear the slight worry and tremble in his voice, a realization that made you quite sad. You wanted to make sure that he was ok, but that’s when you finally remembered the incident with that small child.

“W-What happened to that child? A-And the parent..? Are t-they safe? Or what about t-the villain? Where is he?“

You were visibly panicking and thanks to the vital sign patient monitor next to your bed Bakugou was also able to see the evident rise in your heart rate, so he did what he always did in order to calm you down. His big hands took a hold of your cheeks, squeezing them lightly as he brought his forehead closer to yours until they eventually bumped into each other as he whispered: “It’s all been taken care of...calm yourself down.”

The familiar gesture of his made you smile and it indeed helped you calm down. He always did that when either you or Kirishima were freaking out, mad, or just upset in general and something about his method always helped you come down from your raging emotions.

Now that I think about it...where is Kirishima?

You once again began looking around, but thanks to the tight bandages on your neck your head only moved a couple of millimeters that really didn’t help much with your plan.

“If you’re looking for Kirishima then you really don’t have to worry...he’s sleeping right next to you.”

To prove his point he gently lifted your head up just enough so that you caught a glimpse of the red-haired young man sleeping on the right side of your bed while his hand had grasped your own right one. The peaceful sight of your normally energetic lover conjured a smile on your face which was then passed onto the blond young man who carefully returned you in your former lying state. Before the two of you continued your talk he quickly left the room to tell a nurse that you’ve regained consciousness.

While he was gone you listened to the light breathing of the sleeping man beside you and smiled to yourself. You gently squeezed his big hand and caressed the back of his palm with your thumb when his head suddenly shot up.

“Oh my god (Y/N), you’re finally awake! Baku-..Bakugou? Where is he? How could he miss this important moment?!”

Seeing him panic like that gave you quite the déjà vu and you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. Not wanting to keep him on tenterhooks you subsequently told him that the man in question had left to inform the hospital staff of your awakening. Relief spread across Kirishima’s facial features and he once again took a seat next to you as the both of you waiting for the others’ arrival.

The nurses finally arrived alongside your other boyfriend and after they asked you a couple of routine questions they finally moved on to a physical exam. A couple of minutes later they discussed something amongst each other while the three of you tensely waited for their estimation.

“Alright, then we have some news. Your body seems to have recovered almost completely, but we’d like to keep you here for at least another day or two to see how well you’d do without the bandages.”

You nodded understandably but for some reason, Bakugou seemed rather opposed to that idea, but instead of lashing out at them he, much to your surprise, remained quiet. Only when they had left the room he finally exploded and began screaming something about how they could have the audacity and why Kirishima and he couldn’t just take care of you at home. While you just stared at him in confusion the red-haired young man tried to calm him down so that they could explain everything to you.

“I still can’t believe that you could be that reckless! Just what were you thinking, you airhead?!”

Not even a minute had passed and the blond was already lecturing you and all you could do was remain silent and nod. From a fourth person’s viewpoint, it would seem pretty insensitive of the blond to scream at you like that, but this was simply his way of showing you that he genuinely cared and was worried for you. After he finished he simply stood up and went to your room’s windows, leaving the explanations to Kirishima who only giggled and then sat down on the small stool next to your bed.

“Well you see (Y/N) after that villain’s attack hit you, you immediately lost consciousness and well...your injury didn’t look mild at all so as panicked as the two of us were, one of the pro heroes took it upon themself to bring you to the hospital.” he paused and began to softly play with your fingers before continuing  “Baku-...the two of us were pretty upset that they didn’t allow us to take you to the hospital, but I guess that was their way of trying to distract us and even though it worked for a couple of hours, the moment we set foot here the doctors packed quite the punch with your condition...”

You noticed how his and Katsuki’s facial muscles immediately tensed up, their expressions growing grim at the unpleasant memory. Knowing them and their typical behavior patterns, you refrained from prying or even saying anything and just waited until one of them continued.

Kirishima told you how your entire torso’s bone structure had been literally smashed to pieces by the villain’s blow and that at first, the doctors weren’t that optimistic concerning your recovery. Bakugou didn’t like that attitude at all and had apparently made it clear by doing what he does best: screaming. Neither he nor the red-haired man next to you elaborated what they had said or done, but they had apparently pulled some strings and called Recovery Girl over to take a look at you. She of course agreed to help you, but she said that even with her quirk’s help it would be up to your body to do the rest, and as unsatisfying as that answer was, they had no other choice but to accept it. You had been bedridden for almost an entire month and the doctors had told your two lovers that you might actually be in a coma considering that you weren’t making any signs of waking up anytime soon. They were given an ultimatum until the end of the month. They had to decide whether they’d like to keep you hooked on all the necessary machines or turn them off...and their decision was due today.

“S-So if I hadn’t woken up today...then you two would’ve...?“

Kirishima looked at you with his big and glassy red eyes, nodding silently, but just when he opened his mouth to tell you something, Bakugou beat him to it.

“But you woke up, didn’t you?! That’s it, end of the story.“ he abruptly turned around, facing the two of you as he took a deep breath and continued “I’ll go and grab some apples from those nosy nurses, and by the time I’m back I don’t want to see those mopy expressions on you two, got that?!“

And with that statement he stormed off, leaving Kirishima and you alone.

“You know, just between the two of us...he was really worried about you, like really worried. He refused to go back home and insisted on sleeping here next to you and even though the nurses forbid him to enter your room for the first couple of days, he still came over with a folding chair and sat right outside of your door. They’d call me every night and lecture me about it, but somewhere deep inside of me I understood where he was coming from, so after they finally allowed visitors even I decided to join him and every single night or free day we had we were here...waiting for you to wake up.“

The imagination of the two of them always being beside you, sick with worry made you tear up a little and your lover noticed that. He gently wrapped his arms around you and softly caressed your slightly trembling body.

“The hell is this? I come back, hoping that you’d be grinning like idiots by now and what do I find? More ugly crying faces than before...god, you’re impossible.“

While the two of you cried in each other’s arms, the blond sat down and started cutting the apples he’d brought, listening to your sobby apologies and how you’d think before acting next time. You explain that at that moment it was as if your feet had moved on their own and at that familiar sentence Bakugou finally interrupted you.

“(Y/N), I get what you want to say, but what annoyed me the most was the fact that you didn’t react to our screaming back then. I am a hero who can fight in close combat as well as in a more distanced one and while you were running toward that child I was preparing my AP Shot. Kirishima and I wanted to warn you to get out of the way, but you didn’t listen. And if you think that I was the only one worried sick about your condition, then you better think twice, cause shitty hair over there cried himself to sleep every night, thinking that his stupid excuse of not getting enough sleep would work on me. You wanna know why he avoided visiting you every day? Cause it reminded him of his helpless self back then and the thought that he couldn’t protect you-“

“Ok I think that’s enough...let us stop talking about it, please.“

Both men looked at you, surprised that it was you who interrupted the blond’s line of thought. You wordlessly stretched your arms out and waited for them to wrap their arms around you and embrace you like always. It took a short while and a bit of persuasion until they had finally hugged you and the moment their muscular bodies were wrapped around your in comparison smaller one, you simply ruffled their hair, kissed both of their cheeks, and said: “I’m sorry you two, I know I’ve worried you and I’d like to apologize one last time. Thank you for not giving up on me...I love you.”

We love you too...more than you can imagine

[plinkcat-gif]

hi hello sitting in your inbox

i would like to know ur funny au

hi ok since u asked so nicely <3

disclaimer that i did not watch naruto and all my lore knowledge comes from narutopedia fjdkskfjskahd. also pretending that if anything prefaced boruto that involved plot happened, no it didn’t 🧡

also be nice to me i’m shit at writing plot and this is only a rough planning FJDJSKSJDJ and esp be nice to the ending it. it is rough. and bad. i will maybe improve upon it when i am more awake aksjdkakakdj

also i haven’t figured out much more than what’s mentioned about the antagonist because as mentioned, am tired

ok do you think i’ve cleared all my bases nobody can possibly judge me anymore because i already judged myself—/j /lh

blood prison

post war, kakashi is hokage and obito lives

new antagonist: hyuuga who took over root when danzō died

obito is put on trial, just like sasuke. he has to stay in konoha (kakashi takes full responsibility for him) and stay on house arrest for probably the rest of his life. he doesn’t mind this fate, and kakashi looks forward to perhaps rekindling their bond. obito stays in the ruins of the hatake clan home, and it becomes his project to rebuild them so that he’s not just a prisoner out of a cell (kakashi has to tell tenzo not to intervene unless absolutely necessary lol). obito’s chakra is also pretty much entirely sealed except for lifting heavy weights, which he needs to get permission from anbu to do. (had a thought that cat/tenzo watches over him most of the time, but somehow they’d need to resolve the tension between them after obito used tenzo against his will. obito hates asking him to do things (this is too heavy for me to move without mokuton, can you?) because he feels so much guilt for what he did and hates that tenzo might be “indebted” to him somehow. perhaps also a conversation along the lines of ���do you need help with that?” obito’s frustrated and defensive, “no.” “how come?” /because of what i did to you/ goes unsaid, underneath obito’s attempts to get tenzo away. he says “you know, i can choose to help you right now.” awkward silence. “you’re not taking my autonomy away again. i wouldn’t let you, anyway.”)

until obito is kidnapped by root agents. the heavenly prison seal is placed on him, “under orders from the hokage.” obito’s furious at first, thinking kakashi betrayed him/didn’t try hard enough to stop it. he has no idea what the seal does, but the second he tries to mold a little chakra to jerk himself free of the guards’ hold, he’s on the floor being dragged to his cell.

kakashi spends a hot minute freaking out because dude, his bestie’s gone!! he’s asking everybody if they know where he went, coming up blank, wondering if he somehow escaped. he lashes out at tenzo once, before he just sits down tiredly. he’s sorry.

he sits a couple nights later in his office, ready to accept that obito may have gotten away and maybe he’s living a better life, until a note drops down on his desk: he’s not dead.

he sends the note to be analyzed. he attempts to track down any left behind chakra signatures, scents, or anything. of course, there’s nothing.

whoever took obito is good.

he goes to the hatake home to perhaps find some evidence with yamato. they search for evidence and yams makes some offhand comments about the architecture, how he could fix it so much faster if kakashi would just let him, and then they make it outside where kakashi just sits. he’s not giving up, but he’s exhausted.

yamato sits next to him on the porch, and kicks at a tree root that’s upset some nearby boards, creating a curve in the porch. he wonders how obito’s going to get rid of it, since when it cracks open under his feet, it’s revealed to be rotten. no good for mokuton.

they stop. they turn, and they stare at each other. “well that’s an omen if ive ever seen one.” kakashi sends yamato to get reinforcements, and then yeets over to the root base.

it’s completely empty. he descends the stairs, and can’t shake the feeling of roaches and infestation.

antag’s voice rings out: how can you let him live?

kakashi doesn’t answer.

why, i think there’s a fine line between befriending someone lonely and befriending someone who’s killed all the ones they were near, hokage. it’s important that we make that distinction, no?

the sound of feet landing on a metal grate platform. sasuke’s (?) voice, a curse. the door opens from above and yamato’s there.

there’s no way that Antag made a lucky dodge like that. they’re a hyuuga. sasuke saw their eyes, a brief glimpse as they turned around. but there’s no way the sharingan/rinnegan was wrong.

great. they have the proof they need, but this causes some tension, because which hyuuga?

kakashi has to ask hiashi if he knows of any stray byakugan users. hiashi is offended, because he knows his clan well, and refuses to answer any questions. besides, why should he care when it’s obito, who killed neji? (depending on public opinion, this is either because he’s genuinely learned from his mistakes or because he’s using neji’s death as a defense.)

kakashi leaves. he is stressed. yams tries talking to him but he’s not sure how to go about this when he doesn’t even know where to start.

obito is in a cell in root hq. roaches and infestation was just root agents blending into the walls <3 he’s slowly losing chakra and can’t use any, and occasionally Antag will come and almost-ignite it because he thinks obito deserves it.

obito talks back. antag tells him what he did wrong. about how he killed neji. obito says he doesn’t even know who that is. antag nearly lights him up. explains everything. “neji was going to defy his destiny and do you know what he did? died for the main branch anyway” as the bars of the cell rattle won’t be force of his blow.

obito finds it all too amusing because do you know where your worth came from when you were an uchiha in the war? your sharingan. and then he was raised in a cave by an old man that valued him only for his sharingan. “neji and i are a lot alike,” he says, which infuriated Antag to no end. obito almost dies that night, it feels.

chapter break probably

eventually obito’s had enough. despite this all, he’s been molding small bits of chakra, just enough to be cracking the wall behind where he sits. he spends most of his time gathering the energy to do this and arguing with anybody who comes by. he’s fighting this imprisonment because if he dies, it’ll be by kakashi’s hand.

it’s a huge risk he takes, because this could be easily seen with the byakugan. but Antag is arrogant enough to put too much faith in his own plan. the hole is big enough to fit his shoulders through, and that’s all he needs. he summons a shadow clone with the ounces of chakra he has left, hacks up blood, and tells it to go and find kakashi. it army crawls through the hole, breaks the rest of the way out, then buries as much as he can behind him. it’s hard work because he’s so low on chakra, but he makes it.

he finds kakashi in his office, makes his way upstairs and inside, says “root base,” and promptly puffs away.

meanwhile the hyuuga finally decides to check how much chakra he has left (in a show of power or whatever), and finally sees the escape plan. he’s furious, but at the same time triumphant because the hole’s unfinished. did obito really think he could make it out before he died?

obito plays up a dramatic scene of crumbling, “all hope is lost,” even begs Antag because he knows it’ll feed his ego.

chapter break?

whatever root agent was in his office to kill obito’s shadow clone is irrelevant because kakashi is already off. he makes it to root base in minutes, and is practically tearing through the place, avoiding root soldiers who were unaware they’d be getting a visit from the hokage.

as kakashi’s primary goal is distance and not defeat, he manages to make it past a good group of soldiers while they try and restrain him. he makes it downstairs, brings the entire wall down so nobody can follow, and continues his way to the prisons. (he has a map of root memorized from sai and tenzo)

he finds obito but unfortunately, also the Antag. Antag threatens to kill obito, who’s currently laying near-lifeless on the ground, and kakashi’s like shit what do i do.

he tries to calmly explain to the Antag a way out, but Antag yells over him about neji and the hyuuga clan and destiny, and The Seal.

and kakashi’s livid. both antag’s hands are cut off before he can breathe. “seal? the same seal that allowed the main branch to kill the servants from the side branch with a flick of their wrist? at the will of only themselves?”

Antag realizes what they’ve done in a few moment’s time. they’re apologizing profusely, and they don’t want to die, their hair falls away to reveal a crossed-out seal, crossed out by thick scars.

they’re only a kid, really. just, a really capable one. kakashi and obito know what capable kids can do.

kakashi imprisons the kid, chakra fully sealed away except for what’s needed to live. the kid has mandatory therapy sessions and many visits from naruto. years later, the kid is released. they apologize. all is well.

maybe some epilogue conversation between kakashi and obito about how obito should absolutely be imprisoned as well. he should not be let off this easy, living in secret. kakashi agrees, and admits he’s probably morally fucked for letting him and sasuke go free after only two years of prison time. but he’s not going to change his decision because he knows that he and sasuke are changed people, and, with maybe a bit of threat, he can stop them now that he doesn’t have the sharingan anymore <3

[thewowkid]

Sasuke wasn't really the type of person who liked facing the camera. The last time he had taken a photo along with his family, the photographer had a lot of things to say about how expressionless his face was and he didn't want to hear them all over again.

He could see that Sakura and Sarada were very excited though. They had purchased new kimonos for the occasion and got him to buy new year's clothing too.

The day had been great before. He and his family had a small picnic and played a lot of games. He was so glad to be able to spend time with his family and get along with his daughter( who seemed to grow taller by the second).

———————Earlier that day———————

"Dad, it's just a game. " Sarada said. "You don't really have to be so competitive. "

Sasuke wiped the glistening sweat of his face, his cloak already discarded. His sharingan eye was gleaming red as he tried to keep up with Sakura's movements in their game of hanetsuki. They had gone some distance out into the outskirts of Konoha for a small picnic. It was rare for all three of them to get a day off together and Sasuke was going to make the most of that opportunity. That also meant not losing to Sakura in the game.

"Anata, please take it slow", Sakura said with a troubled face almost tripping on the hem of her kimono. "I've had a hard week and I'm trying to relax".

"Why? You tired already?" , Sasuke replied.

"N-No, I'm not!!"

Sakura frowned. As it was, she was having trouble concentrating on the game with Sasuke looking so hot.

"Alright! Bring it on! I bet you're gonna lose" she shouted out to Sasuke.

"Hmph", he smirked, throwing the shuttlecock towards Sakura with extra force. Sakura didn't hold back either. She hit it back with renewed vigour. "Shannaro! Take that!!"

Geez, why are my parents like this??

The game eventually ended when both of them were exhausted, sweat shimmering on their skin(eventhough it was winter) and there were cracks on their hagoita from all the force. The sun was high up in the sky now and they were hungry.

"Itadakimasu", they said in unison. They slurped the noodles loudly, relishing its delicious taste. Sasuke never had a new year family picnic before. Even when his parents were alive, they never had the time to go out for a picnic because of their clan duties. He really wished he could spend the beginning of every year with Sakura and Sarada.

—————————Evening—————————

"Ok , now smile" , the photographer said.

Thinking back to the warm memories he had spent with his family, Sasuke felt a smile forming on his face. He didn't feel awkward like the last time he had taken a photo. It was a smile straight from his heart.

Small Snippet on how the Uchiha family spent the new year!!🍅🍅🌸🌸🥗🥗

And after this they watched the fireworks in silence thinking of a peaceful world like this and their daughter's dream of being Hokage 🎆🎆🎇🎇.

[candyopala]

Stuck in his ways, chapter 1

Sinopsis:  After deciding to settle down after a whole life of mercenary work, Y/N moves to Konoha and becomes a nin thanks to an old favor the Nara clan owed her. She is assigned to a jonin mentor, but he is not too happy about his new task since he is a man stuck in his ways and a bit closed off. Will they be able to work their differences out?

Chapter summary: First impressions are important, especially when they are bad. 

Words: 1.3k

Chapter: 1/? 

AO3

“You’re at least an hour late, Obito”

Another restless night, two old ladies needing help with their groceries, Kakashi bothering him again to go on one of those blind dates, yeah, of course Obito was late again. The Uchiha flinches as he hears this as he goes through Minato’s office door. He does not try to come with any excuses, his former sensei knows him too well to fall for any of it, and so he just apologizes. 

“You know, I sometimes tend to go too soft on you but this is third time this week you’re late. That’s a lot even for you.”

“I’m sorry sir I promise this won’t happen again”

“It won’t because I’m suspending you from getting S ranked missions until you change this behavior. I can clearly see that something is not wright with you lately”

Great, just great. 

“Anyway, I was going to assign this one to a jonin with less experience and prestige as you, but I think I’ll be giving it to you since I’m sure you need to cool down a little, get some rest. You will be training a new chunin I just promoted exceptionally, not in a team due to specific circumstances, just one student. I want you to evaluate their abilities and teach them the ways of the village”

Obito immediately hunches his back forward in a mix of disappointment and frustration. He has been working so hard lately on his missions in an effort to impress, he wants to be the next Hokage, after all. Fine, he has been a little tired and unmotivated lately but hell, he still is better than most ninja, he does not deserve to be babysitting chunin like that. 

Minato hands him a folder and gives him some more detail about the student in question, but the Uchiha does not pay any attention on it. He lazily starts making his way to the training field he was told his new pupil would be. Obito figures he will just borrow those bells from Kakashi and put them through it, no way in hell anyone will be able to pass this test with him as the teacher and he will get rid of this situation quickly. 

One quick look through the file and Obito immediately recognizes the face on the top of the first page. The outsider joining the village. Great. Her face on paper stares back at him, the unmistakable cold look of someone that just kills for a living with no clear objective but money. As if he was not already uncomfortable in the position of teacher, it had to be someone his prejudices will not allow him to fully trust and on top of that, another person to give him that look, that awful look they have when they first see him. 

Leaning into a tree, Obito keeps reading the papers. Ex merc, over a hundred captured S ranked missing nin, taijutsu and blade techniques, uninteresting details about the girl’s life. What on earth Minato had on his mind to allow someone from outside into the village’s ranks? He knows they are still struggling with reduced numbers since the war, but for Kami’s sake, village secrets cannot be told to just anybody like this. 

He takes another look at the picture and the word pretty comes up in his mind, only to be immediately shut down by a pile of self-imposed negative thoughts. 

“Hm, probably just a weakling traitor” He thinks aloud while still gazing at the folder. 

 ~”~  

 Y/N sits close to the top of a tree observing the training grounds. These few weeks have been… exhausting. She never thought that settling down would be so complicated, but some of that is on her for choosing to be a village ninja and not opting to just open a small bakery or something. 

They told her that her new mentor was supposed to meet her here, but she has been waiting here for over an hour and a half and… nothing. As if having to get used to ranks and authorities was not overbearing enough, she will have to deal with someone closely bossing her around. 

After a while, she hears footsteps in the direction of the clearing she was in. A tall man appears, from this height she can only make out his black colored hair and jonin vest. This must be her supposed mentor, he has a beige folder and he is reading it intently. He appears to not have noticed her presence, so she decides to get down and approach him silently as to find out if what he has in his hands is about her. What can she do? She is a curious being. 

Jumping down silently and getting closer from behind, he has not noticed her yet. She is able to look at the open folder, the jonin is staring at a picture of her. A bad picture if you ask her opinion, almost a mugshot. 

“Hm, probably just a weakling traitor” the man says clearly referring to her picture. 

“Ok, rude” is what she is able to say in response, while in truth she really wanted to spell out her entire extensive catalog of insults

Caught off guard, the man immediately points a kunai at her neck. A single red glowing eye meet hers, joined by a face half covered of scars that look incredibly painful, a vision that for sure would intimidate anyone. Y/N, on the other hand, has her interest growing bigger by the minute. She has heard of the dojutsu possessed by the Uchiha family in her travels and she knows they are native to Konoha, but she did not expect to meet one of them so quickly and to work with them on the field. The man is also strikingly han- uneducated, yes, uneducated. 

Deciding to discuss the awful thing he said about her just now later, Y/N raises her arms as sign of peace: 

“Calm down, I’m the one you were staring at in your creep file.”

Confused, the man stares at her and back at the picture a couple of time before finally letting his guard down. Putting the kunai back in his pocket, he finally speaks: 

“It’s not a creep file, it’s mission information. I’ve been assigned to be your mentor while you’re new to the village. Obito Uchiha, nice to meet you.”

“It’s not a creep file alright, but it is a little creepy to be staring at people’s faces for too long and saying mean stuff about them. Anyway, I’m Y/N L/N, nice to meet you too sir.”

Mr. Creep Uchiha seems quite lost until he visibly realizes what she is talking about, and then he gets visibly uncomfortable and a little mad, hence the pout forming in his lips.

“Are you sure you should be talking to your superiors like this?”

“Are you supposed to welcome new people like that?”

Awkward silence follows for a bit before Obito starts walking to the middle of the clearing, Y/N takes this as a lead for her to follow him. Stepping into the sun now, the Uchiha finally speaks again: 

“I want to see you fight” Is all he says, with a small conceited smirk creeping in. 

“Weren’t you supposed to explain things to m-“

“It won’t matter if you are too weak to even go out on a mission later. I’m not big on having my time wasted.”

Y/N is stumped. Normally she would have already jumped at him for treating her like this, how dare he talk to someone like that? To not even acknowledge her. But in this new situation of hers she is obligated to not do anything, the only thing that escapes her mouth is a small whisper of the word asshole. 

“Catch these bells. Fail to do so and I’ll make sure you’re kicked out from here forever. We’ll talk about everything else later.”

What?!

[uchihashisuii]

can i request 8. things you said when you were crying with akari + shisui and is it ok if you make our boy the one crying 🥺

8. things you said when you were crying

prompt list

okokok this is SUPREMELY self-indulgent and is a pseudo-continuation of my fic about Akari's dream in the Infinite Tsukuyomi cause I've had this scene bumping around in my brain for a while now

Read the first half on Ao3 here

Akari blinks awake, and everything comes rushing back through her mind. The battlefield, the war. Facing revived members of Akatsuki, fighting back-to-back with Sai. The way Kakashi's hands had trembled, when she showed up late to the climax of the war. The moon bleeding red, and then -

The nightmare giving way to peaceful days -too many to count- in a world of her mind's creation. The laughter of her closest friends, the orphans from the Foundation allowed to be children instead of weapons. Shisui's hand, strong and familiar enough it nearly brought her to tears.

It had been beautiful, a balm to her aching soul - and yet a lie. A facade. Akari knows she'll look back, fondly, secretly, on the time she spent in the dream - but right now there's too much to do, too much to focus on, as she awakens.

Relief floods her veins as Akari lets out a stuttering breath, pressing her palms to her temples. She isn't angry at herself for having fallen victim to the dream, more so the fact that she hadn't realized it was a dream in the first place. Her heart aches, just a bit, at having lost Shisui all over again, but Akari tries to remind herself it wasn't him, it wasn't real; it was her deepest fantasy brought to life. And now she's home, and there will be time to cry over it later. For now, she has her kids and her friends to worry over. She's going to hold Sai until he suffocates, and nag that he should wear a shirt that covers him more, and get that dinner Kakashi owes her, and perhaps find the bravery to visit a particular Uchiha grave.

There is a problem, however.

A rather stark one.

She isn't on the battlefield.

Akari stands in a dimly lit grove, oddly reminiscent of the one from within the Uchiha Compound, where she had spent long days and longer nights alone with Shisui. She hadn't been back here since before his death, and it's with a growing sickness in her heart that she remembers the grove is long gone, razed with the rest of the Compound when the Elders had decided to bury their secrets. Akari's brow furrows, stomach dropping somewhere around her knees as she realizes that perhaps she hadn't escaped the dream at all.

But she remembers, the distinct feeling of her mind jolting into consciousness; a sudden shift as her memories came roaring back, realization at being locked in a genjutsu making her dizzy. And now she's neither back in reality nor trapped in a dream, and Akari rakes a hand back through her hair in frustration. She turns on her heel, an attempt to gather her wits and her bearings, but goes suddenly still.

Anger immediately unfurls beneath her breast, as she finds herself scoffing with a shake of her head. "This is just cruelty, at this point," she says, more to herself than to the man that stands in the clearing nearby.

Shisui's smile is sad as he tilts his head to the side. "This isn't a dream," is all he says, and Akari snorts.

"Right. And I'm Hokage."

"Look closer," he says with a roll of his eyes, chuckling despite himself. Akari cocks a brow, hand curling into a fist at her side. She's tired - tired of tricks, of her heart being pulled apart at the seams. She just wants to go home -

Akari blinks, lips parting silently. Her heart begins to pound, nervous energy bubbling in her chest. He looks - well, he looks nineteen. The age he had been when he died, and not like the man in her dream, the man she imagined he would have grown into, had he lived. Her analytical mind races, and she realizes -

If he's dead, and he's here, and she's with him, that means -

That means -

"Oh," Akari cant bring herself to speak, words swallowed by the lump in her throat, a strange pang echoing in her heart.

"I'm sorry," Shisui says, voice breaking. He steps closer, hands held out and arms open, and Akari can no longer hold herself back. She trips over her own feet as she launches herself at him, nearly tipping his normally perfect balance. She wraps her arms over his broad shoulders, face buried in his neck as she laughs, airy and free.

And - there it is. What had held her back, in the dream; she slots into his arms and relaxes against his chest, his hands warm on her back and it's right there, familiar and beautiful and kami, she's missed this feeling.

Right. Belonging. Home.

She'll allow herself to drown in it, happily this time. He's here, in her arms, and it isn't fake this time, isn't wrong. They're together, and her heart is whole, and it's with a small bit of shame that she realizes right now, in this moment; she doesn't care if she's dead. Doesn't care if there was more for her to do. Her heart and body can rest, and she'll do it beside the boy who loved her.

"I'm sorry," Shisui says again, voice a low rasp that sounds suspiciously like tears, "I'm so sorry. You shouldn't be here, not for another forty years at least -" She snorts at that; the life of a shinobi is hardly ever a long one. "- you should've died old and happy and, and not yet."

"You waited," Akari whispers, gentle smile curving her lips as she ignores his words, desperate and despairing as they are. Tears spill down her cheeks as her arms tighten around him, her mouth pressed to his neck. "You waited for me."

Shisui sighs at that, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple and murmuring something about a stubborn woman and making her laugh.

"Of course I did. I promised you wouldn't be alone, remember? I might have left you a little earlier than I wanted, but hey. No way in hell was I gonna let you go once you joined me here," he admits with a sniffle, pulling back enough to catch her eye. "I'm sorry I left you. It was just - everything happened so fast, and I knew what I needed to do but - but I'm so sorry I hurt you, sweetheart."

Akari is shaking her head before he can finish, lifting a palm to his cheek and smiling at that old endearment he only ever used for her. "None of that, please. Your death, it broke my heart - but I know now, none of it was your choice. There's nothing to forgive, but - if it makes you feel better, I forgave you a long time ago."

Shisui grins, tears in his eyes, and then his mouth is on hers and Akari feels a warmth beneath her breast she hasn't felt in a decade. He fists a hand in her hair and tilts her head back, deepening their kiss as she melts into his touch.

The warmth in her chest rises, and though Akari knew she had burned for him like no other, she doesn't quite remember her feelings being this hot -

"Oh." It's Shisui's turn to be taken off-guard, it seems. He pulls away, dark eyes focused, unblinking, on her chest. Akari arches a brow, teasing words already poised on her tongue at his unrepentant staring, but then she feels it again.

A hot pulse, starting from her heart and surging through her chakra pathways. She feels it tingle through her body, choking on her breath as she feels phantom hands on her shoulders, her back, and one right over her heart. And when she looks, there is the soft glow of chakra, right between her breasts.

"You're still alive," Shisui whispers, tone coloured with wonder. He looks up at her with wide eyes, grabbing her shoulders with a bright and crooked smile. "You're still alive! Someone's healing you, pouring chakra into you, or - or something. But you're alive, sweetheart."

Her mind is a whirlwind of warring thoughts and feelings; Akari can only nod at Shisui's joy, swallowing down the tide of hurt that suddenly washes over her. Hope is forefront in her heart - she'll see the kids again, will be able to train Takumi with a tantō like she promised, will be able to sit in the shade and laugh and eat ramen and spar.

But the cost -

Akari looks wordlessly up into Shisui's face, palms moving to cradle his cheeks as she feels the smallest, gentlest tug on her heart. Pulling her free of this in-between place she's found herself in; pulling her home. She wants to go back, wants to live - but she wants him, too; wants her heart once more filled with his laughter and love.

"I love you," Akari whispers, almost forcefully. She needs - she needs him to know, right now, immediately - when she never had the chance to properly tell him before he was gone. "I'll always carry you in my heart."

Shisui kisses her soundly, tasting her confession and stealing her breath. "I've loved you since the moment I crashed into you on that branch," he whispers back, making her laugh even as her vision blurs from tears. He presses her forehead against hers, sharing the same breath and the same sorrow.

"I'll be here, when your time comes. Live, sweetheart. Live and love and then come back to me. Make it later rather than sooner, yeah?"

Akari is nodding eagerly, choking on the ache and stark burn of tears at the back of her throat. "I'll find you again," she whispers, tilting her head for one final kiss -

- And then she's blinking awake, sucking in a deep and shuddering breath. Shisui's touch falls away to dust, and she smiles, sadly, at their long overdue goodbye.

Akari tilts her head to see the source of those ghosting touches, now corporeal and utterly real. She is on mud-churned ground, laying back on Kakashi's lap with his hands holding her up by her shoulders. Sai has a hand on her spine, gazing down at her with too-wide eyes and naked fear on his face. There's a hand between her breasts, a dimly glowing palm pressed right over her heart, that pours a pleasant tingle of chakra through her battered body.

"Why," Akari croaks quietly after a beat, voice breaking from disuse as she looks from her son to the owner of that hand - the man who saved her from the brink, "is the war criminal touching my tits?"

Obito has enough decency to flush, though he keeps his hand where it is. "No one else had enough chakra to spare," he explains, voice low in his chagrin.

Akari snorts, eyes rolling before they drift shut. "You use that line on all the girls, or am I just lucky?" Obito barks a laugh, the last thing she hears before promptly passing out.

Her dreams are filled with Shisui, and she knows nothing but peace.