#but halfway through every one he starts speaking gibberish no matter how calm and clear his examples are

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[allthingskakashi]

Could I request a scenario of Kakashi with his wife (fem!reader) and their young baby saying "daddy" for the first time? Doesn't need to be long just what some fluff to warm our hearts because Dad!Kakashi is one of my weaknesses. Don't need to rush, take your time, if for some reason you don't feel like writing it just ignore this ask. (Sorry if there's something you didn't understand, English is not my first language)

Don't worry, i understood you just fine, your english was flawless! :)) I'm sorry this took so long but thank you so much for being patient with me! I really hope i can make this worth the wait

• A Sprinkle of Blessing •

[ Kakashi x Reader]

a/n : Ahh I'm sorry i went off track for so long before getting to the actual scenario, i just wanted to give the story some background. Buuut since you said you love Dad Kakashi, I'm hoping you wouldn't mind

You sit on the edge of your bed, willing your body into keeping you from plonking back onto the welcoming arms of the mattress with every bit of your strength. You rub your eyes, ignoring the persistent throb in your temples. Feeling around for your slippers with your feet, you slide them on and get up to make your way to the kitchen. Your bathrobe hangs loosely from your shoulders, ends of the belt falling free, untied.

You stagger towards the kitchen with your eyes half closed and let out a wide yawn. You can’t remember the last time you got a good night’s sleep. Sleep is such a rare commodity these days, you’ve learnt how to take naps even as your body powers through the mundane chores of human existence. Like at this very moment. Every muscle that forms you aches, you’re so tired, been tired for what feels like ages now. Your uncombed hair is strewn all over your face. You know you look like crap but you don’t have the tenacity to care. Having a new born requires more work than an S-rank mission, and you’ve barely had the time or capacity to look after yourself.

Although if it weren’t for Kakashi, you would’ve lost your sanity by now. He’s been the best through it all, a true companion.

He’s stayed up till odd hours to let you sleep through innumerable restless nights, strolling around the entire house with a bawling Sakumo in his arms, trying to rock him to sleep. You’ve woken up on countless mornings to the sight of your husband passed out on the couch, with your son finally asleep on his chest, drool leaking down both their mouths. It’s quite a sight and no matter how many times you’ve seen it, it’s one that always tugs at your heartstrings. There’s even a picture on the fridge, much to the copy ninja’s mortification.

Kakashi has gone out of his way to grow into his new role as a father. He’s changed diapers, sung off-tune lullabies and replaced his Icha Icha with books on parenting and fatherhood. In spite of his Hokage duties, he hasn’t slacked when it came to dedicating his time to baby Sakumo and also you, coming home early on most nights to cook you dinner, just so you could have a little respite.

“We’re in this together, y/n. You’ve already done so much, brought our child into the world, let me do my part now.”, he’d say to you whenever you tried to take on too much. You were both new to this, you made mistakes and you learnt from them, but you couldn’t imagine sharing this ride with anyone other than Kakashi.

In all fairness though, it wasn’t always a smooth ride. Many a night, Kakashi would wake up drenched in sweat, shaking and hyperventilating in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare about losing the both of you. And you’d hold him in your arms until he calmed down, assuring him again and again that no one would take you both away from him, nothing would snatch away those he held close, not this time. Then again sometimes it’d be you, breaking down in the middle of the day, sobbing uncontrollably and doubting yourself, thinking you aren’t good enough. And Kakashi would be right beside you, holding you tight and stroking your hair, whispering affirmations into your ear until you could breathe again. But no matter what came your way, you and Kakashi were together, getting each other through it all, and he was as amazing a father to your child as he was a husband to you.

One time when you’d felt particularly exhausted, he’d almost shoved you out of the house. “Go out and do something for yourself y/n, whatever relaxes your mind. I got everything under control here.” He’d said, but halfway through your way to the spa, you’d turned around and come back, not quite ready to part with your child yet. So, he’d drawn you a warm bath at home, lit your favourite candles and put your favourite music on, providing you the lavish spa experience within the very walls of your home.

Of course, it wasn’t all exhaustion and sleepless nights. This child meant everything to you and Kakashi, having him brought the two of you closer than ever. Watching him grow up in front of your eyes, raising him together, it filled you with a kind of joy very rarely relished in the blood-stained shinobi world that you lived in.

Right now, however, you just need your first hit of caffeine to give you the necessary jolt to get you through the day. You fumble around on the kitchen counter, trying to locate the coffeemaker with your sleep ridden eyes so you can brew a cup of coffee.

Your hands find the machine and you notice there’s freshly made coffee inside already. Kakashi.

You get ahold of a mug, every drop you pour into it filling your heart with the same warmth as the coffee your husband so thoughtfully made for you; as you wonder, not for the first time in your life, what you ever did to deserve this man as your husband.

Taking a blissful sip, you turn around to catch the father-son duo on the dining table ahead, your son such a striking image of his father, although with your hazel eyes. You lean back on the counter, watching Kakashi as he sits on the chair feeding spoonfuls of baby food to Sakumo, who’s perched on the table in front of him.

You watch one of the five kages, the invincible, internationally feared copy ninja baby talking in sing-gong voices, making all sorts of animal noises and hand gestures to your child, the sight turning your heart into a slimy mush. You can’t stop the hearty chuckle that escapes your mouth.

Kakashi turns to you, having only noticed you just now.

“Oh look! Mama’s awake! Good morning mama, say good morning mama!”, he croons, holding Sakumo’s tiny hand in his large ones and waving it at you.

You laugh, taking your weight off the counter and walking towards them with the mug of coffee in your hand.

“Good morning, my two precious boys” you sing, “and thanks for the coffee”, you say, kissing Kakashi on the mouth as you wipe a smear of wet baby food off his vest. You go on to plant a few kisses on baby Sakumo’s head, the silvery wisps of his hair tickling your lips, before sitting down on the chair beside Kakashi.

Kakashi goes back to feeding your son as you take the unopened newspaper sitting on the table and start flipping through the pages, letting every sip of coffee energize your soul.

“Open wide, here comes the choo choo!” You hear Kakashi chime as he continues to babble all sorts gibberish to your son while you read on, stifling a laugh that’s threatening to burst out of you.

This was another of the father and son’s routine every day. Kakashi would wake up before you, freshen Sakumo up and feed him his breakfast before leaving for work. It’d give you a few more hours to sleep every morning and you were very grateful for it.

“Open your mouth pup! Let dada feed you! Can you say dada? Da-da! Say da-da! Mama and Dada love you so much!” 

You smile to yourself, listening to the merriment in Kakashi’s voice. Having Sakumo had truly wiped out even the last remnants of darkness from his heart. He was a happy man now and you were a lucky woman.

You hear Sakumo making gurgling noises with his mouth, drool slobbering down the corners of his tiny mouth.

“Aw baby, come here, let mama clean you up” you look up from your newspaper and reach over, using his bib to wipe the drool off, before going back to the International section.

The caffeine has started to work its magic and you’re feeling better now.

“d…dd..ddda-da”

Another gurgling noise, but almost a clear enunciation this time. Your head shoots up, eyebrows rising up in shock and every other sense in your body suddenly heightened. Your eyes dart in Kakashi’s direction and you see the look on your face mirrored on his, his arm holding the spoon hanging mid-air.

“D-did he just…?” he stutters

“Sakumo, baby, what did you just say? Did you say dada? Can you say it again?” you sputter, your voice quavering as you hastily get up from your chair and come around to stand beside Kakashi, facing Sakumo.

“d..da-da”, Sakumo coos, even clearer this time, squealing and flailing his baby arms around.

Your let out a gasp, your hand shooting up to your mouth in surprise as you feel your eyes welling up and hot tears streaming down your cheeks. Your heart feels like it’s made of rainbow, you’re so overwhelmed with pure joy, you feel as if you’ve never known true joy before.

Kakashi is frozen is his place, you see his hands shaking before he tosses the spoon away and pulls his son into his lap, smothering his baby face with kisses. He holds Sakumo up in his arms, touching his forehead to his own.

“Pup!!!”, he exclaims in a gasp.

You rub Kakashi’s back with one hand and hold Sakumo’s little hand with the other. 

“You said dada! Yes, dada! Can you say it again?” you say, salty tears meeting your tongue inside your mouth as you speak.

“da-da”, Sakumo coos again on his father’s lap.

Kakashi looks up at you and you see a look you’ve never seen on his face before. His eyes are twinkling, shining brighter than the stars and his cheeks are glistened with tears. A grin trembles on his lips as he swiftly pulls you to him by your waist, burying his head in your stomach. His other hand holds Sakumo, clutching his son close to his chest on his lap.

You feel Kakashi’s shoulders rising and falling as you put one arm around each of your boys, weeping into Kakashi’s hair.

You crouch down by the chair now, hugging the two most precious people in your life close as you and Kakashi shower Sakumo as well as each other with an infinite string of kisses, between tears and laughter. 

Sakumo coos on, repeating his first proper word, squealing as his parents hug him, the three of you together, your own little family.

Soon enough, Sakumo is asleep on Kakashi’s lap, his squeals of laughter replaced by soft snoring as his full belly brings over a drowsiness in him. You scoop him up carefully and lay him down on his small bed, covering him up with his small shuriken printed blanket and placing a kiss on his forehead before leaving the nursery.

Sweeping the stray strands of hair away from your face and putting it up in a bun, you go back into the dining room to find Kakashi getting ready to leave.

“Leaving already? You’ve still got about a half an hour, don’t you?”, you call out to him, checking the time on the clock.

“There’s something I need to do”, he says, coming around to you and kissing your head.

You don’t ask him what it is, because you already know.

You ask him to wait for a minute, and disappear into the next room. Confusion materializes on his face, but he obliges.

You come back holding a few white lilies in your hands, ones that you’d grown yourself.

“Take these”, you say holding the flowers out to Kakashi.

He gapes at you, a look of surprise flashing through his eyes, before they soften and beam at you with a look that can only be described as that of pure love and gratitude.

“Thank you, y/n.” he says softly, taking the flowers from your hand with a kiss on your lips, and heading off towards the door.

You close the door behind him, and walk up to the window which allows you a view of the long winding road that ultimately leads to the Konoha Cemetery. You smile to yourself as Kakashi’s figure appears on the lane, there’s almost a bounce in the way he walks today, and you watch civilians on their way stop to bow to him in respect as he returns the gesture. You keep watching him, until his frame becomes a little dot along the meander, before disappearing completely.

Your heart is tinged bittersweet as you smile into the horizon, thinking of Kakashi. You think of how happy he must be today. How his eyes would sparkle, when he narrates to his father in a slightly wavering voice, about the first time his grandson Sakumo called his son “dad”.

And how he’d close his eyes in prayer ,thanking his father for watching over him and pouring his blessings down on his son’s little family; because what more could it be, than by a sprinkle of blessing from the White Fang himself, that baby Sakumo would say his first words to his father on the very day of the departed warrior’s birth anniversary?

[zerablackwell]

Chapter 1: Crashing Reality Part 2

Awaking with a start, Zera covered her mouth to muffle her scream. Then she took a moment to try to calm herself, successfully doing so. Realizing she had been crying, Zera wiped her eyes with shaky hands. Her mind was foggy, disoriented, Zera looked from herself to her surroundings to find that she was in the same clothes from classes today and in confusion she looked around to see where she was.

Zera was in her room, she took a pained deep breath, her lungs feeling like they were on fire. Slowly regaining her composure, she took in the comfort of being in her own home. The white walls of her room reflected the sunset shining in through her large windows, her silver sheets slightly messy from her tossing and turning. She tried to think back to her nightmare but could not recall it for the life of her. The only thing that came to mind was amber eyes.

Shaking her head, she focused on her surroundings. Zera sensed her best friend's presence as well as Elijah's. However, she noticed there was someone else in the house, Zera dragged herself out of bed, smoothing out her school uniform. She then walked to the stairs; halfway down she could hear Azazel blowing up on, Zera assumed, his younger brother.

"You irresponsible, annoying little pest!" Azazel screeched at Seth, Zera quietly walked down the stairs, stopping at the door frame of the room. Carefully she peaked in, the supposed adults too busy arguing to notice her snooping. Just as Zera peered in, Azazel had punched Seth square in the jaw, throwing the younger on the floor who then spit out blood.

"Are you done?" Seth hissed angrily, eyes flashing crimson.

Azazel growled and pulled on his jacket to smooth it out, "Now. I am done." His lavender eyes were once again that ice cold blue.

"Good." Seth stood as he wiped the blood from his mouth, "She has a right to know, she isn't a child anymore Azazel." Seth then picked himself up, only a couple inches shorter than his older brother.

"She is my daughter and I will decide when and if she needs to know anything about those-those-" Azazel growled and took a deep breath. "Seth, I am trying very hard to keep my calm."

"She is my niece, and she wants to know everything you are hiding from her. I see it every day, she's constantly distracted, and I've been watching how she behaves towards others."

"Yes, I can see how she speaks to Elijah. We are working on that, but she is none of your concern."

Family is my concern Azazel, you can't keep shutting me out." Seth pleaded, "I just want her to know who she is, where she comes from! She deserves to know!"

"You're playing the same tune Seth, it's getting old. You don't care, you only care about yourself, not the well-being of others. Even if you did, you are only her uncle, I am her father. Her welfare is my responsibility not yours." After this, Azazel began to speak in a foreign tongue, one Zera did not recognize.

They continued to argue in this strange language she had never heard before, and Zera let it continue for a good several minutes before she had enough. Zera walked in and stayed in the doorway, "Father, Seth."

"Zera, you should not be up and about, you need to rest." Azazel huffed as he walked to his daughter who did not budge from the doorway.

"I feel fine, what language was that you were speaking in?" She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning on the door frame.

"Don't fret," Azazel began, but Seth continued.

"Your family's native tongue, the language of angels, it is called Veraiyaka."

She stared blankly at the two, "Why do you know it? You were born a demon, weren't you?" Zera directly asked Seth who merely chuckled.

"I was, but the demon's language wasn't used in heaven. I only ever knew my father's language, I never truly knew my mother's heritage." Seth explained patiently, a hint of delight in his eyes.

Zera nodded slightly, "So they tried to erase your heritage?"

Azazel snickered and hid his mouth with his hand while Seth stayed quiet, a frown growing on his face. He stuttered before clearing his throat to answer, "N-no, no they didn't. Father just..." Seth's voice trailed off, uncertainty in his eyes as the gears seemed to turn in his mind.

"Father just what little brother?" Azazel pressed, smirking deviously. "Why was it that you only knew Veraiyaka? Why you never met Lilith? Why was I the one who had to teach you Raiwadahkre? Or even how to tame your hunger?"

Seth visibly tensed up, "Father was always busy Azazel, you know this. Besides, none of them were familiar with the demons' culture."

"You have always made excuses for him, for the love of- just open your damn eyes Seth!" Azazel snapped, throwing his hands in the air, exasperated.

The green-eyed male began to tear up, clearly trying to calm himself. Zera found the whole interaction between the brothers' confusion and irritating. Azazel wasn't letting up on his little brother, and Seth was just an emotional wreck waiting to explode. She wasn't sure how to keep his walls from crumbling and didn't know how to diffuse the situation. Zera was more comfortable escalating but didn't want to deal with the consequences of doing so.

"Azazel..." Seth's voice was soft and wavered a touch, "Brother, why do you do this? I just want us all together. To put the past behind and start fresh... What is so wrong about doing that"

Azazel's face was void of expression as he spoke in a calm and even tone, "My wife is dead." His eyes turning from lavender to ice cold blue, at this Seth had frozen up. "Mrai sharaiz pehtekwarya Seth."

"May I remind you both that I do not speak that gibberish." Zera chimed in, tapping her foot on the ground impatiently.

Seth cleared his throat, looking from Zera to Azazel, "Should I translate or you?"

Azazel hissed at Seth, "I merely told him I protect my own."

"How truthful was he being there?" Zera asked her uncle who seemed pleased by his answer.

"For the most part, accurate translation."

Zera watched them for a long while before she was satisfied, "Fine, now why don't we keep to English? I'd prefer you to be straightforward. If you hide things from me, I promise I will find out the truth."

"There is nothing to discuss Zera." Azazel shook his head, his lavender eyes showing now tired he was. It was a strange sight for Zera, seeing her father this vulnerable. "Seth was just on his way out, right little brother?"

Seth stared at Azazel for a long while, when Zera was about to say something he spoke up, "No. I'm not leaving, I want to talk, I want to just work things out."

The older male glared, "I'm not talking anymore." With that in Azazel's place was Elijah.

Elijah took his jacket off and set it down on the couch, glaring at his alter's brother. "Seth."

"Bro-"

"I. Am not your brother Seth, Azazel is. Not me." He pointed a finger at Seth, "Now, Azazel does not want you here. Zera is not ready to hear whatever it is you have to say, respect her father's wishes."

"I don't believe you are the one to determine that Elijah." Zera hissed at her guardian, who took a step back. "Not you and not Father. The both of you are withholding information from me, cheating me out of my humanity."

Elijah tensed, Seth stared at them in disbelief, "I'm sorry, they what?"

"I made a deal with Father and Elijah to help me get revenge on my adoptive father and figure out my origins." Zera explained, her eyes never leaving Elijah. "Supposedly, the contract was completed long ago. However, with everything you've informed me with now it appears that I have been deceived. Although, what should I have expected from a pair of demons?"

"So Azazel and Elijah..." He turned to the white-haired male. "You two took her humanity?" Seth's shoulders slumped, "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I don't believe that is your place." Elijah huffed, visibly uneasy.

"I'm really wondering what kind of parenting you are doing, I can not believe you!" Seth screeched, he looked at Zera, then back at Elijah. "What would Marnie think of this?"

"She doesn't agree either, but it's all done. Nothing changes what has passed. However, we can attempt to amend those mistakes by telling me the information that I am due." Zera snarled at Elijah.

"Okay we need a breather, need to take a break." Seth stood between the two, he looked at Elijah. "You and Azazel need to stop and look at this whole mess." He then looked at Zera, "You need to think about the way you go about things."

"We are done here, really. Seth. Leave." Elijah demanded, for the first time, Elijah seemed visibly shaken.

"I'll leave, as soon as you two take some time to cool down. Elijah you have to see that this is not healthy and not good for any of you." Seth put a hand on Elijah's shoulder, Zera watched as for the first time Elijah looked completely helpless. It was an unnerving sight, one she did not like. "Elijah really look at this, look where you guys are. Marnie never wanted this, she never wanted you and Azazel to do all this."

Elijah glared, "Don't. Don't use her name. Do not dare. You have no right to use her name."

"Elijah, you're overreacting, Mother is dead, she has been for over a hundred years. It is long past time to move on." Zera huffed loudly, "Mother, I'm sure, is turning over in her grave listening to you both."

"Young lady, watch your tone." Elijah was shaking.

"She was human, humans die. They live short lives, she was going to die no matter what." Zera snapped, "Why are you lashing out at him for talking about her?"

"She is dead because of them!" Elijah began to raise his voice, then covered his mouth.

"What do you mean?" Zera eyed him closely, growling. "John told me she died from giving birth to me, if there is anyone you should blame for her death it is me. Just as John did. Unless there is something you are not telling me."

Seth was at a loss for words, before he could say anything Elijah spat in Raiwadahkre, "Karwajeh chesah ena, tahkreth chesah cha."

"Rai jehkar Elijah." Seth sneered, causing Zera to almost explode.

"What is he lying about then? How did she die?" She screamed at them.

Elijah shook his head, "No." He stood his ground, though Zera could see just one push and he could topple, "Seth...I am begging you..." His eyes watered even as he tried to keep his expression firm, "I am begging you to leave."

There was a long pause between the three parties, a long time passed before Seth broke the silence. "Fine, I'll go. I'll leave for now, but I will not give up on this family." He turned and faced Zera, "I'll see you in school, and I do expect you to do the homework, no excuses."

Before Zera could respond, Seth vanished and she groaned loudly, "I hate

"Zera..." Elijah began, but his voice trailed off.

"Elijah, for the time being, I want nothing to do with you or with Father." She then turned and walked off, leaving Elijah in stunned silence.

Zera made her way over to the backyard, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath and sat down on the stone steps.

Birds sang in the trees at the edge of the yard, the breeze was light and warm. Sun beamed down on Zera's pale skin and she closed her eyes, taking in the surroundings. With each deep breath, Zera could feel the overwhelming negative emotions slowly subside. The peace did not last long, her thoughts found their way back to Elijah and her father's betrayal. Growling, shadows began to surround her, and a familiar voice chimed in her ear, "Child, if you dwell on this, you'll give them power. Clear you mind in order to keep your eye on the prize."

Looking around, Zera did not see who the voice belonged to, "Who was that?"

"I'm hurt, you've forgotten me already? When you come to me for assistance in finding the truth behind your father's web of lies?" Listening to the disembodied voice, Zera felt a sense of relief overcome.

It seemed like a light bulb went off in Zera, "Luz."

"Correct." He cooed, and it felt like he was practically breathing against her ear, "You did so well with your father and your uncle."

"It wasn't enough." She grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest, angrily glaring at the grass. The shadows once surrounding her began to recede back into her being and appeared to vanish from sight.

"Give yourself a little more credit, you gained quite a bit of information. Now you need to pull back just a touch, if you dig too deep too fast, then you will set yourself back ten steps." The voice acknowledged and reassured her, Zera let out an irritated sigh. "I understand how difficult it is to be patient, but you must wait. Bide your time then you can get a bigger payout little one."

Zera thought it over for a long moment, "Fine. What plan do you have Luz?"

"The goal is to get you the history that you have been denied, to retrieve the full story we must find Madeline. In order to find Madeline, we must get you into Heaven's record room. That may have hints towards her last known location, considering they do so love to keep tabs on everyone. Only one slight problem."

She sighed, "And pray tell what that problem might be?"

"We need to get you past Archangel Metatron, the scribe of Heaven. He will be guarding it closely; however, if we get past him, we can find the key to answering your mysterious family history."

Zera mulled this information over for a long while before nodding slowly, she had already killed an angel, how much more difficult would an archangel be? "Very well, how do we get into Heaven?"