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Pairing: Yandere Tobi/Obito x F!Reader

Summery: Obito found you paying your respects to his memorial and an obsession with his first love's best friend blossoms. Soon he finds that he will do anything and everything to protect you, his delicate peach.

Warnings: Stalking, Violence, Kidnapping, Fingering, Nipple play, Unprotected Penetration, Virgin Reader, implied threat of suicide.

Word Count: 9.7k

Author's note: Yes, I know the timeline is a bit altered, it was a creative decision. Deal with it. :)

Itachi and Kisame remove their hats as they return to the hideout looking slightly worn out, presumably from battle. They had just finished scoping out the Leaf in search of the nine tails jinchuriki and Itachi’s little brother, Sasuke.

“Did everything go okay?” Pain asked

“Yes, we ran into my former captain.”

“Itachi had it covered but the copy ninja's annoying boyfriend started attacking and then some shinobi we couldn’t see sent shockwaves into the ground that sparked a small tsunami.”

“It was at that point we thought it best to retreat. We know the jinchuriki is still located inside the village. There was no need for further engagement.”

Obito felt his chest constrict. Shockwaves...he knew that jutsu. That was the trademark of Rin’s best friend. That was a jutsu unique to you. But you had left the village a long time ago. When had you come back?

Itachi being the only one among them who knew Tobi’s identity, quickly noticed the shift in Obito’s stance. The rest of the group, completely oblivious to the insignificant comic relief, did not notice as Obito exited the room and hurried towards the village.

Rather than scouring the Leaf hunting for you, he waited at the one spot he knew you’d come, the memorial yard. Sure enough it only took one evening to catch you bringing lilies to your best friend’s grave. Obito cried with you as you shed tears for your friend but then you did something he didn’t expect, you stopped at the memorial stone to pay your respects to him.

“Obito, I wish you knew how much I cared for you. You didn’t deserve what you got. You were too good for this world.” You dragged your fingertips along his name, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the boy you loved as a child.

You…cared for him? He was… too good?

Obito felt a pang in his chest. You were just like her. So kind and sweet. Always seeing the best in people. Even poor retches like him. He wanted to thank you but he didn’t want to scare you. Instead he let curiosity get the better of him and followed you home. He watched you through the window as you did your nighttime routine. Seeing you at peace alone in your home brought him contentment. He snuck up to the window’s sill to catch a closer view as you got into bed and drifted to sleep. It brought him comfort to see you rest and he took that comfort with him as he finally returned to the hideout.

The next day, plans for tracking the other tailed beasts including the three tails had Obito feeling emotional. Itachi caught how stiff ‘Tobi’ stood during the conversation and soon after caught him leaving the hideout to go see you. He found you at the training grounds running drills with Kakashi’s team.

“Y/N-sensei, I wanna learn a new jutsu!”

“Now Naruto, I am under direct orders from Kakashi to work on chakra control drills with you three. A new jutsu will be no good if you don’t have a way to command the chakra to execute it.”

“When will Kakashi-sensei be better?”

“He’ll be better soon Sakura, don’t you worry.”

Obito sat in the trees watching you for a few hours until the jinchuriki kid was done pestering you. He was such a nuisance but you didn’t lose your patience even a little. The same could not be said about his teammates which seemed to only bring you amusement. When you were done you walked over to the memorial stone and gave your gratitude to your fallen comrades before heading home.

You were so much like her. Beautiful and sweet as a peach. The way you cared for and nurtured others, it took a hold of his heart. He could watch you all day and never get bored. You were his light in the darkness of the Akatsuki.

The next day he went out with his partner on their mission. While Deidara requested alone time so he didn’t need to suffer Tobi’s presence, Obito used kamui to visit you. Carefully watching from a distance till you fall asleep. Just like he did every time he visits you. Following the same ritual as before. He’d enter your home and play with your hair, stroking it as you slept. Some nights he would lay with you and breathe in your scent while you were none the wiser. It was in these moments that he knew he needed to protect you. His delicate little peach. No one in this cruel world would bruise you. He would make sure of it.

One evening while you were paying your respects to your friends, a jonin he didn’t recognize approached you. The man brushed your hip and backside and you pulled away as he asked you on a date. The audacity of the man to think of romance while you were mourning your lost comrades. You had told him no and he left but something told Obito it wasn’t over. This was clearly a man who needed to be stopped.

The next day the man came to you again and held your hips while he asked to take you on a date, a little more forcefully than before. You had declined his request once more and politely pushed his hands off of you before turning to walk away. He had called out to you but before he could say anything further Obito had dragged the man into his void. The shinobi looked around bewildered. Obito growled at him from behind his mask.

“The lady said no”

“Where the fuck am I?!”

“A place no one can hear you scream so don’t give me a reason to bring you back here.” If the man could see Obito’s face behind the mask he surely would’ve wet himself. But instead in a facade of bravery he hurls insults at Obito

“A fuckin coward relies on tricks. Be a man and show me your face.”

“My face is none of your business, as for tricks, I have none, just superior prowess.” Obito makes his voice thick and deep, tapping into Madara’s tone of intimidation. “If I see you bother her again it will be the last time you speak.”

His facade is broken and his throat bobs as he swallows his pride. “Fine, no pussy’s worth a fuckin death threat.”

“Good, now that we understand each other, you may go.”

Obito materializes the man back in the village while he teleports himself over to the tree outside of your home. He spots you walk up to your door and head inside. He yearned to be the one greeting you, welcoming you home, rather than outside in a tree. You should come home to his loving face, not a room of darkness.

Instead he waits till you are sound asleep to touch your hips where the other man had touched them. He replaced the man’s predatory touch with his loving one. You rolled into him, your subconscious nestling into his presence. He held you, almost falling asleep from your intoxicating pheromones as they lull him into a state of bliss. When he was sure you wouldn’t wake, he slipped his body out of your bed, replacing himself with a pillow as you searched for his comfort.

His thumb brushed over your forehead before he disappeared from your home. His beautiful peach ripe for the picking.

While masquerading around as Tobi, Obito couldn’t help but feel lonely and isolated. His thoughts of you began to consume his mind. Every opportunity he had to visit you, he took. He had disappeared so often that the Akatsuki almost forgot about him, not that they were complaining about taking a break from his annoying persona.

He noticed that you and Kakashi had become close. You were always assisting with his young team and visiting the cemetery together. Obito didn’t like this one bit. Kakashi would pluck his sweet peach from him. But he had to remind himself that Kakashi did keep you safe when you joined his team on missions. He took care of you when Obito could not. Though that didn’t dull his need to claim you, take you as his own. The feeling was intensifying, swelling every day.

He found himself hunting down every man who so much as looked at you. Kakashi was the only man who’s affection he let slide…even though he was the one who made him the most angry. Maybe it was his sentiment for his old friend. Maybe it was his fear of Kakashi’s skill. Either way, he let him be, not wanting to catch the copy ninja’s attention.

The remaining miscreants were hunted without mercy. Sometimes he couldn’t help the bloodshed that was inevitable. He was unable to restrain himself, when it came to his peach, there was no limit to what he would do to keep you safe. If they showed no remorse for their predatory stares and their greedy thoughts he would gladly hear them scream before stopping their hearts. A trail of blood secretly followed you but it was all in your delicate name.

He kept tabs on everything you did, especially when it came to your missions. He had to ensure your safety. Recently learning some of the details of one of your upcoming missions, he knew he’d have to keep special watch over you. It was a dangerous mission with Hidden Mist shinobi that had been under consideration to join his troupe. He couldn’t risk history repeating itself and no longer cared if Deidara or Itachi figured out what he had been doing with his spare time. Even though you would be joining Kakashi on this mission, it wasn’t a guarantee of your safety. He already knew that too well and he must protect his sweet peach at all costs.

He stalks your group as you travel through the woods, earning him a side eye from Kakashi who knew something was up but couldn’t quite pin his finger on who the lurker was. You asked him what was wrong but Kakashi refused to say anything, not wanting to tip off a watching Obito that he knew they were being followed.

Nice try Bakashi, but I already know your tricks.

Soon you came across your target. As predicted they put up quite a fight. You and Kakashi made a remarkable team fending them off. Your mission was to capture them for intel but the confrontation with the targets escalated to the point that elimination was deemed necessary. Obito was impressed by your strength. You took on three of them at once, knocking them down with your earth style shockwave. You manipulated the magnitude, where the earth would fracture, where it would cave in, and even where it would snap up. It was an impressive jutsu but it was not foolproof. He watched you closely, ready to intervene if it ever became too much. He watched you so closely that he hadn’t noticed the back up Mist shinobi that had been summoned. Kunai thrown from the trees flew at you as you went to weave more hand signs. You lept out of the way but still one caught your leg and the other grazed your thigh.

No.

Before Obito could even breathe he was in front of you, mangekyou in place, murder in the front of his mind. His stance was so protective, you didn’t doubt whose side this unknown stranger was on for a second. You simply pulled the kunai out of your leg allowing the blood to flow freely before going on the defensive.

When a second wave of backup came, you did what you could but you were overwhelmed. Kakashi and his team could not keep up with the stampede of attacks. The fear for your safety caused Obito to snap. He went on a homicidal rampage, annihilating the entire group with gruesome bloodshed, bringing both yourself and Kakashi to a halt.

In your stunned transe you didn’t catch the shinobi who snuck past your blind spot and stabbed you in the chest. When Obito turns to slice down the man he sees you clutching the kunai. In the span of a single heartbeat he dropped his weapon and pulled you into his void, bending over you in a state of panic.

He stole your body from the battlefield so quickly Kakashi almost missed it. Kakashi finished off the last of the Mist shinobi, making certain that the life of the man who attacked you would drain by his hand. He stood up in alarm asking Naruto and Sakura if they saw who the man was that took you away. Neither of them did and Kakashi instructed them to search the nearby area for you.

Obito’s hands shook over you as he went to remove the knife, holding pressure where it once had pricked you like a pincushion. You had no idea where you were or who this man was. You had just watched him slaughter nearly twenty men to protect you immediately before his abduction. You would have been terrified if you didn’t have a more pressing issue to tend to.

“My peach, how do I help?”

In your state of confusion you thought you misheard him. He must have you confused with someone else. You feel your consciousness begin to slip as you speak.

“Do you know…medical…ninjutsu?” it came out as a whisper.

“No” he whined

“Need…Sakura.”

“I can do that.”

Obito goes back to the scene of his crime. Bodies strewn all over the field. He felt accomplished to see them sprawled out and covered in red.

“Hey you, girl”

“Me?! What did you do with Y/N-sensei?!”

“She’s safe. You know medical ninjutsu?”

“Yeah”

“Meet me over there.”

She looked at the masked Obito with severe skepticism. He nodded at her and walked away, swirling out of sight as he did, stepping into his void to retrieve you.

He lifted you up, supporting under your shoulders and knees. He held you close, his entire body tense with worry but somehow gentle. He felt so warm as you were growing cold from your wounds. Despite the horrors you saw him commit, you laid your head against his chest as he carried you back outside to a sheltered spot behind a few trees and a bush where Sakura was waiting.

He laid you down and instructed Sakura to do what she had to while he eagerly watched. Sakura gave him sideways glances many times when she felt she could afford to risk the distraction. Who was this terrifying murderer? Why did he have a fixation with you? After twenty minutes Sakura lowered her hands, panting from the amount of chakra used.

“There.”

“She’s healed?”

She nods, “She’s healed. The major damage at least.”

“Thank you”

He scoops up your body and retreats back to his void as Skaura shouts at your disappearing figures.

You were out cold, resting for nearly a day when you woke up in a makeshift bed in a dark endless room filled with large gray blocks.

“Where am I?”

You scan your surroundings but it hurts too much to move. The mysterious masked man suddenly appears in the room causing you to jump, quickly followed by you grabbing your chest in pain.

“Careful Peach” he says as he rushes to your side, falling on his knees beside you.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” you inquire with eyes screwed shut in pain.

“Because you are my delicate Peach. I need to take care of you.”

“I’ve been taking care of myself just fine, thank you.” you say through clenched teeth, feeling the pain radiate over your entire chest. This man was clearly insane. Despite how he took care of you, you knew you were in danger.

“I wouldn’t call your current condition ‘just fine’, Peach.”

He feels your forehead, looking for signs of fever.

“Just who are you anyways?”

“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’re okay.”

“It does matter. And I need to go back to my team, let them know I’m okay.”

“The girl knows you’re okay, she’ll tell them.”

“Yes, but I need to get back to them. I need to-”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” Disbelief filled you, yet the earlier bells of warning were officially verified.

He looks at you and shakes his head. “No.”

You look at him stunned, fear swelling. You look around the dark empty space starting to wonder where the exit was.

“You’re not going back. They can’t protect you. I know that now. You will stay with me. Here.”

Stunned into silence you look up at him. You open your mouth and close it a few times before you finally say to him, “You can’t keep me here.”

“I can and I will.”

Obito watches as terrified anger blossoms on your face. You stand up in spite of the pain, searching for an exit. Glancing over your shoulder at him as you move further and further away, frantically peering behind every gray pillar and block.

“You won’t be able to leave on your own.” he calls to you. “Only I can teleport you in and out of here.”

“And where is here?” You say, walking back towards him with a guise of bravery.

“My void”

Your jaw fell open. “Your what?”

“My void. Only I have access to it using Kamui.”

Comprehension made your eyes flood with tears. You were trapped. A madman who just slaughtered a fleet of shinobi to save you has trapped you in another dimension to ‘keep you safe.’ You looked up at him pleading, “I want to go home. Let me go home.”

“I can’t…it’s not safe.”

“But my home, my friends, the village…”

“They will be fine without you.”

Starting to realize he was serious, you begin to plead. “At least let me tell them where I have gone. That way they don’t come looking for me. Let me say goodbye.”

“Peach, I can’t risk you running away. I can’t risk you getting hurt.” He reaches out to pet your hair and you shy away from his touch.

The tears leak down your cheeks, feeling helpless. You walk away and sit down, turning away from the masked man, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your head against the tops of your knee caps.

Obito, feeling pain at seeing you so sad walks up and puts a hand on your shoulder, “It has to be this way Peach, I’m sorry.”

He leaves you alone to sulk. You would be fine. You would grow to accept things the way that they are. You would grow to love him in spite of how it started. It was all going to be okay.

When he left in a swirl you wept. You allowed your mind to panic and wander to all the terrifying possibilities. What was he going to do with you? Why was he obsessed with you? How were you going to get out of this?

The more your mind reeled the quieter your tears became. Eventually you collapsed back onto the ashen floor. As you lay there, staring up at the black ceiling of his void, exhaustion and sadness ebb you to sleep.

You wake up the next day to find a large chunk of your stuff from your home was suddenly in the void. He had made the effort to move your belongings to you, even bringing many of your most cherished items such as your favorite clothes, your favorite mug, the blanket you sleep with every night, and your photos of Obito and Rin.

How did this man know these would be the items you’d want most? How long had he been following you? You felt a shiver roll down your spine.

What you presume to be hours later, the masked man returns to check on you. He’s more timid than he was before. Approaching you carefully.

“Thank you” you say, looking at the floor, “for bringing me some of my stuff. I’m still pissed, and I’m not staying here, but I appreciate the effort.” You were terrified but you didn’t want him to know that. You were going to find a way out of this. You just had to figure out how to get out of this damned dimension first.

If only you could see the smile below his mask. Overwhelmed by how cute you are he pulls you into a hug. You’re stiff with terror but you feel his strong torso pushed up against your own and you can’t help the little part of you that is left breathless. It feels familiar and warm but you can’t place why.

“I love you Peach.” he says as he holds you in his arms, laying his head on top of your head. He was insane. You reply to him with a shaking voice,

“If you loved me you’d give me some windows instead of dreary slate abyss. I can’t even tell what time of day it is.”

“Sorry, voids don’t work that way, Peach.”

“Sorry, I guess being abducted is new to me.” you forced the sass into your tone. You were petrified but you needed a way out of here. You figured maybe you could manipulate his affection for you.

Obito winces at the word abduction. He prefers to think of it as protection

“What? You didn’t think I’d be okay with this, did you? That is the title of what this is.” You weren’t sure where this bravery came from but he was buying it.

“At least I’m not trying to poison you against your own clan, or acting as the architect to kill your childhood crush.” he said with a venom that made you believe he was speaking from experience but you were too focused on your own situation to care. Your false bravery turned into false anger.

“Sorry to steal the opportunity away from you but I don’t have much in the way of a clan and my childhood crush is already dead.”

His face snapped and locked onto yours. “What did you say?”

“I’m not repeating myself, I know you heard me the first time.”

You watched as his throat bobbed beneath his black mask. Why did that impact him so much? Who was this guy anyways? He acted like he had known you your whole life yet you only know him as a mask and tuft of hair.

“Who are you?”

He turned and walked away from you, “Someone long dead to you”

Well that didn’t answer any questions. If anything it brought up more.

“Well if you won’t tell me who you are, then tell me what to call you.”

“Currently the world knows me as Tobi.”’

“Do you want me to call you Tobi then?”

“No…”

“Then what do I call you?”

He paused. “I guess Tobi is fine.”

“Okay, well Tobi, I want to go home. I am not spending my life tucked inside this vault.”

“That’s out of the question.”

You inhale deeply. Acting skills front and center. “Then I guess my safety isn’t guaranteed.”

He glanced over, tilting his head, giving you a questioning look.

“Your top priority is my safety. I can think of a lot of ways to make myself unsafe all alone here in this little void of yours,” You taunt him with your words as your eyes dart around the room.

His blood boiled over. Were you really suggesting what he thought you were? And over some dumb sunlight?! His hands twitched by his side.

“Tobi, if you intend for this” you say pointing around the void, “to be the rest of my life, it will be a short one because I’m not doing it.” you cross your arms. Of course you weren’t actually suicidal but you were going to say anything to better your circumstances. He may be your psychotic captor but he seemed to have a weakness for your well being and you were going to pull at that thread till he unraveled.

He heaved a heavy sigh before grumbling. “Give me a day to figure it out.”

“And how will I know if it's been a day?! I can’t tell time without the sun or so much as a frickin watch!”

The theatrics were working.

“I’m sorry Peach, I’ll be back.”

He fled from the void with his tail between his legs. You let out a huge breath. How you were able to pull that stunt off was beyond you. Desperation breeds its own strength. You hoped with all your might when he came back it was to get you out of his little dimension.

You waited, having absolutely nothing to do. No books, no games, no radio, no food, no beverage…nothing.

You mind tortured you with thoughts. You wondered how everyone was back home, rejecting the demons of your subconscious telling you that you may never see them again.

I will find a way out of this.

You strolled around checking out what was behind all the gray boxes. Surprise, it was more gray boxes. You climbed each one, beginning to count them as you went. You were usually a very ambitious person but there was nothing to do. You began playing with your jutsu to see if it would work in a void. Update: it does. You brought an entire kilometer to rubble just for fun and treaded up the path you created to get some exercise. Then you jumped block to block, back to your little makeshift bedroom waiting for Tobi. Eventually you got tired so you made yourself ready for bed hoping that when you woke up he would be back with updated living arrangements.

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You turn over as you stir and nuzzle into a hand that is softly petting your hair.

“Good Morning Peach”

You stiffen before your eyes dart up to his. Mask of bravery back in place, you greet him. “Good morning Tobi.” He winces. He hates how the false moniker sounds coming from your mouth.

“I see you started destroying my void.”

“I was bored so I decided to train.”

A hearty chuckle left his throat. “I made arrangements but please understand I will not sound or behave like myself where we are going.”

“And why is that?”

“You will see eventually.”

“Oh boy, so glad you enlightened me.” you lay the sarcasm thick and it only makes him laugh more. Good, he finds you charming. You can work with this.

“I also want to warn you, we will be among rogue shinobi.”

“So your idea of keeping me safe is to have me live with the very people that I’ve been hunting. The very same people who want to kill me and my friends?”

“Yes, If you are among us, no one will bother you. If you remained in the village, you would be subject to their…missions.”

“Seems like stupid logic if you ask me.”

“Please trust me.”

“I don’t, but I don’t have a choice either.”

“At least you’re not dumb”

“Did you think I was?”

“Not even for a second.”

He grabbed your hand with his strong possessive one. Something about the way your palm fit in his felt right. You weren’t sure why but that was the signal your brain sent your hand when you gripped it tighter. A psychopath whose hand you were holding. Great, you’ve completely lost your marbles a mere three days into captivity.

Next thing you knew you could smell the air of the earth again, you could see the shadows left by the sun, happiness washed over you in a visible way and Tobi’s fingers slid between yours upon seeing your reaction. He pulled you into another hug, he seems to always be hugging you. It’s like he’s forcing you to get used to him. “I will be this person when we are alone. I will be another when the others are around. You understand?”

You nod your head worried about what he could possibly mean? What kind of a monster is he around this gang of thugs that he needs to warn you?

He removes his hand from yours and places it between your shoulder blades pushing you towards a cavern. A man with orange hair, purple eyes and many piercings looks you up and down as you enter.

“Tobi, this is her?”

“Yes Pain! This is the hostage I spoke about!” His voice was comically high pitched and he sounded like a child. You tried your hardest not to react but it was just so different from what you were expecting.

“Put her in the dungeon.”

“Well sir, remember I requested she stay in my room, sir?!”

“Yes but she’s a hostage, who will stop her from escaping?”

“Do you really think she’s dumb enough to try and leave the hideout of the Akatsuki?”

Your face went pale as you realized just who you had been dealing with this whole time. They were supposed to wear black cloaks with red clouds. You hadn’t seen Tobi wear his once! Always dressed in all black with sandles. But your reaction built a convincing case. The man named Pain accepted your fear as enough of a restraint. He didn’t question why it would be Tobi’s room but some blonde man eyed you hungirly and told Pain Tobi was probably keeping you in his room to finally lose his virginity.

Once behind his door, he modulated his voice back to normal.

“What the hell was that?” you asked more honestly than you intended.

“What? You’ve never seen an act before?”

“Well of course. But why do you make yourself seem like a fool?”

“So no one will suspect.”

“Suspect what?”

“Don’t worry about it. Here.” Tobi swirls you back into his void and he starts gathering your things. After a second you begin to copy him and he brings you both back to his room in the Akatsuki hideout. You start to find nooks and crannies to store your things leaving only one remaining item in your hands. He watches you as you look down on your photos of your friends. Eyes lingering over the one of you and Obito before you tuck them away with mist in your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“No, but…thank you…for bringing the photos. I don’t know how you knew but I appreciate it.”

Tobi pulled you into another hug. You were unsure why he cared so much and why you kept letting him hug you. Maybe it was cause compared to your new roommates he suddenly seems less scary. To his credit this hug felt nice. Plus, since it seems like he was going to be your only companion for a while, you decided to tolerate it.

He unfurled the hug and began tugging at your shirt. Lifting the hem above your neck, exposing your bare breasts.

“Hey!”

He disregarded your complaint and touched where your stab wound had been. “How does it feel?”

“It’s fine.” You say blushing while you cover your bosom. “May you please let go of my shirt now?”

“Huh? Oh, of course. Sorry Peach.” He drops your shirt and backs away swiftly almost as if he was embarrassed. He seemed a little more humane today so you decided to press your luck and scout out your surroundings.

“Can we go outside? I’d appreciate some sun and maybe some real food”

He gives you a piercing stare out of the eye hole of his mask. “Stay by my side. I know you are strong but however strong you think you are, I am stronger.”

You gulp remembering the massacre you witnessed three days ago.

“I will be your protector. No one will hurt you ever again.” he lifted your chin so you’d look up at his eye through the swirling mask. “I promise.”

“I believe you…”

You see his eye crease when you speak. He was happy. That’s good. Keep him happy and it will give you openings to escape…though you weren’t sure outrunning him would be possible given his tricky teleportation ability.

You spend the afternoon with him, gathering intel and acting flirty, playing along with his advances. When he grabbed your hand, you laced your fingers. When he reached for your hip, you reached for his. When he hugged you, you draped your arms around his neck. You play into his affection for you, keeping him happy, earning his trust and lowering his guard. If I keep this up, captivity will be bearable. But you also feared that if you acted a little too well, you may fall for your own lies. Holding him today felt too easy given your desperate situation. Was it a genjutsu perhaps?

Nighttime came and instead of parading you past the other members of the Akatsuki who were home between missions, he teleported you both straight to his chambers. You get ready for bed and realize you do not have a bed of your own. It was still in the void. Would he send you to spend the nights in the void? He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I would feel safest if you shared the bed with me.” he said looking down. “You can sleep on the opposite side of the bed if you would like but I don’t want an enemy who finds the hideout to get to you before I wake.”

You swallow nervously. You know he loves you. That much is obvious but you are searching for signs that he might try to take advantage of you while you’re unconscious. You think back to earlier when he was checking your wound. He didn’t seem to register that he had exposed your breasts for his pleasure. It was almost like your anatomy was irrelevant, only your well being consumed his thoughts. You chose to believe he will be respectful and so you agree.

“Pick whichever side you want. I’ll be back when I’m done.” He grabs a fresh pair of pants and heads to the bathroom. When the door is snapped shut you stand there looking at the bed. You’ve never chosen a side of the bed before. You’ve never been in a situation where you had to. You paced around the mattress like it was the most daunting choice you ever had to make. It’s not like this was a long term decision. You’d escape or convince him to let you go soon enough. So why were you weighing your options so carefully?

Eventually you decide to choose the side closest to the window and give him the side closest to the door. You were much more afraid of his fellow gang members coming in with less than pure intentions than you were of outside shinobi coming for the blood of the Akatsuki.

Just as you finally slip between the sheets, Tobi comes out of the bathroom with only a pair of black stretch sweatpants on. Your eyes drink up his figure. His body was half white as if made up of false materials but it moved like it was his real body. He was extremely toned, swollen pecs and chiseled abs cut across his upper body causing a little drool to pool in the corner of your mouth. Most surprisingly, he also took off his mask and below you saw battle torn skin that etched across the right side of a face that was intimidating, yet soft and familiar. His eyes catch you staring and he quickly looks down removing some of the intimidation you felt.

He scratches the back of his neck. “I haven’t shown my face to anyone in years. I’m sorry if it scares you. I just can’t always sleep in the mask.”

“No, it’s fine” you say in a hoarse voice. Your throat had suddenly gone dry. “It’s not scary.”

It wasn’t but what did scare you was the thoughts of what epic battle had mangled him to this degree only for him to survive and still be as strong as he is. You suddenly wondered if he was invincible and if escape would ever be possible.

He took his position on the vacant side of the bed, smiling that you left him by the door. He knew exactly why you chose the side you did. He turned to face you from under the covers.

“Goodnight Peach.”

“Goodnight Tobi.”

You see him wince as you say his name. You knew he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want you calling him by that name. He turns over and extinguishes the candle letting darkness blanket the room as you drift to sleep with surprising ease. Your body’s alarm, shockingly low given your current residence.

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Sunlight seeps into the room as Obito wakes up. He suddenly realizes how warm he is and it only took a few more blinks of his groggy eyes to realize why. You had traveled over to his side of the bed last night and latched onto him. He smiled, feeling his chest fill with joy. He petted your hair. You were his. You didn’t know it yet, but you were. In a few short days not only were you almost completely healed from your recent battle but you were falling for him too. Hugging him, holding his hand, cuddling in bed, Obito had never experienced human touch like this before but he was sure it didn’t always feel this right.

He tries waking you but is met with grumpy groans and you bury yourself deeper into his chest. He kisses the top of your head as your little fists cling to him tight. He gave up on trying to wake you and let you ride out your sleep, enjoying the cuddles that were sure to cease as soon as you came to.

Sure enough, nearly an hour later he hears you sharply inhale as you withdraw from him. You quickly sit up and face the window as he casually stretches and gets up.

“Good Morning” he yawns feeling smug and powerful

“Morning” you say as you adjust your messy bun, trying to seem casual as you hide your embarrassment that you were needily cuddling with your kidnapper.

You both get ready for the day, you donning a set of tactical clothes for no reason other than it was what you were used to and him, his mask and Akatsuki gear, no longer hiding the cloak now that you knew his occupation. He grabs your hip and teleports you to a tea shop for breakfast.

You live out a week in this manner. Spending all your free time together. Occasionally having run-ins with the other Akatsuki members. They eye you in a bone chilling way. You are certain they are calculating how to enter into your room without awakening Tobi. They are nothing but disrespectful towards him, but he gives as good as he gets. You especially have to hone your acting skills to not laugh when Tobi says something ignorant and rude in his comedic tone, earning the anger of who you now know is his partner Deidara.

One thing that bothers you the most is the ever watchful eyes of the mass murderer Itachi Uchiha. He is always polite and quiet and would seemingly be the nicest of the members if not for his reputation for slaughtering his entire clan. It’s always the quiet ones. You didn’t like how he would stare at you. After your last run in with him and Kisame, you were sure they were looking for retribution. You decide to bring this up to Tobi as he gets in bed.

“Tobi,” he winces “I know you said I’d be safe here among the other members but I recently fought against Itachi and Kisame. I don’t like how the Uchiha looks at me. I feel like he’s looking for payback.”

“He’s not.”

You were annoyed at how quickly his dismissed you. His concern for your safety was then entire reason for your current predicament.

“How do you know that?”

“Cause I know him.”

“So you should know what he did.”

“I do.”

“And you trust him?”

“With my life.”

“How can you say that? He doesn’t even know your true identity?”

You are gobsmacked by the wild claim Tobi is making. He killed his entire bloodline and Tobi was okay with that. It was moments like this that reminded you that Tobi was a murderer, not the lovable goof that he had been masquerading around as.

“Itachi is the only person walking this earth who knows my true identity.”

Your jaw drops open.

“But you said that no one had seen your face…”

“It’s true, he does not know my face but he knows my identity.” You were at a loss. “One day I will enlighten you on the events of that night but know this, of every person here, Itachi is the one you can trust the most to keep you safe. If anything happens to me, he is entrusted with your safety.”

The thought terrified you. He was out of his mind. You saw what Itachi did to Kakashi first hand. You saw the morning after the Uchiha massacre. He was not to be trusted. “Tobi, no…”

His nose twitches and that was the last straw. “Well if you hate the name Tobi so much then why do you go by it!” your emotions had been high strung for over a week and you were snapping, boldly yelling at your captor.

“I don’t hate the name. I just hate when you say it.”

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Cause it feels wrong to hear you call me by something other than my name.”

“There’s just no winning with you. I can’t call you by your real name cause it’s some big secret that only a serial killer knows and oh yeah, apparently that same psychopath inherits me if you die!”

You cross your arms over your chest, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even sure why it bothered you so much. This is a temporary situation. You were kidnapped. You were going to escape. If Tobi dies then it will mean you’re finally free. You just have to find a way to sneak out of this hideout and you could finally go home.

“He’s the only one I can trust to guard you with his life.”

You roll your eyes, huffing once more before pursing your lips. “Why? I need to know, Tobi. Why?”

He looks down and shrinks in your gaze. “Because only he knows what it’s like to love as an Uchiha.”

You felt the wind knocked out of you. Was he saying what you think he is?

“You’re a…?”

“Yes.”

“But Itachi…”

“...had help.”

Your hand flys to your mouth covering it in shock.

He finally looks up at you. “Y/N, it’s not what you think it is. I can explain.”

You feel fear chill your entire body and you see on his face how upset he is that you are more afraid of him than ever. He rushes towards you and gets on his knees begging and pleading, “please allow me to explain.”

“Your clan…you helped him murder…all those people.” you said it robotically. You begin to disassociate from the conversation, lost in thought till you circled around to the realization that no one talked about a missing body among the corpses. The only survivor was Saskue. There was no one else left unaccounted for among the names of the fallen brethren. So who was Tobi?

“Tobi, if you’re an Uchiha, then who are you?”

His face flushed to a cherry red. Despite the horrifying details he just shared, for the first time you felt you had the upper hand in your captivity. Why was he so afraid to tell you? He grabbed both your hands, rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles.

Your eyes bore into him anxiously waiting for an answer.

“It’s me.”

You remained silent, your stern expression waiting for clarification.

“Obito”

Your hands went limp in his hold. Every tense muscle relaxed as your heart leapt to your throat getting your hopes up. Then after a moment you began shaking and crying with anger.

“That’s not funny, Tobi.” You growled at him in quiet rage. “Obito died over a decade ago. Kakashi and Rin saw it happen. None of us were the same after. I visit his grave every day I’m in the village. But I’m sure you knew that already, didn't you?” You were seeing red. He had been stalking you. This was all a ruse to get you to fall for him. You didn’t care for your safety at this moment, even after discovering he was a part of one of the most heinous crimes in the history of the Leaf, you were going to knock sense into this liar if it was the last thing you ever did.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s really me.” He grabs your photo of him and holds it by his face. “See?”

You can’t see the resemblance cause your eyes are too full of tears.

“Take your hands off that photo! Don’t touch it!”

“Y/N, think about it.” He pleads with you, “Kakashi has a sharingan in his left eye. My left eye is missing. Obito was crushed under a boulder on his right side. Look at my right side! It looks like this.” he gestured to the Hashirama cells, “I was rescued, Y/N. Madara found me. I survived.”

You had to admit that it made sense except for the last part.

“Madara is dead.”

“He is now, but he wasn’t at the time. He became my master after the accident, after I healed, after Rin…”

His voice cracked at the last word. It was a sobering sound causing your anger to break.

“...Obito?”

He swallowed heavily, “Yes”

You believed him….

The wave of emotion that crashed over you knocked you to your knees. You fell to the ground sobbing. The boy you had loved all your life was before you, taking care of you, alive and well. A monster who had done horrendous things but he was alive. The realization broke your mind. Obito joined you on the floor, holding you as you cried in his arms.

“Why did you never come back? All of us, we needed you. I-I needed you.”

“I can’t tell you that Peach. But I’m here now. I won’t leave you.”

Your hands grabbed at him like he would disappear at any given moment. One arm wrapping around his back, the other cradling his head as you hyperventilate in his arms.

He nuzzles into the curve of your neck as he professes, “I love you Peach.”

You wanted to say it back but talking wasn’t an option. You were too overcome with emotion.

He helped you up to standing and laid you down on the bed. He got in next to you and held you in his arms till your cries quieted. His large palm stroking over your back, comforting you as your mind came to grips with the fact that he was very much alive and very much in love with you the way you were in love with him.

Occasionally as you cried, he’d kiss your cheek or your temple. Suddenly all the terrifying things you’d witnessed over the past ten days were no longer so terrifying. He stalked you cause he loved you. He murdered all those shinobi to protect you. He kidnapped you cause he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The alarms that he been blaring in your head all turned quiet.

Your breathing began to return to normal and you pulled away to look at Obito squarely in the face, leaving no room for misinterpretation. You needed him to know your intentions.

You grabbed both sides of his face and leaned in for a kiss. He quickly pulled you into his body as tightly as he could, squishing you into his chest, nearly breaking your ribs with want. You both inhaled deeply as your lips locked onto each other. You opened your mouth, seeking to deepen the kiss. It was your first one after all, you wanted to make it good.

You toss your leg over his hip, grinding into him as one of his hands lowered to stroke your thigh and ass cheek. You moan into his mouth, him returning your sounds of affection into your own. The stroking of your leg became rough as his tough hands grip into the flesh of your behind. Your breathing heavy and ragged as your arousal increases.

Eventually he falls to his back as you straddle him, hunching over to feast on his mouth while you continue to roll your hips against his pants. You were in the most heated and only kiss of your life and you were sure for Obito it was the same. His deep groans as you dry humped his boner concealed inside his sweatpants made your heart flutter with excitement. Everything that had been stolen from you as an adolescent was right beneath you, in your arms and between your legs.

Obito released your lips to lean his head back with a particularly loud moan echoing out of him causing Deidera to pound against the wall. “Just cause I knew you were going to fuck her doesn’t mean I need to hear it you fucking virgins!”

You laugh centimeters from his face before he flips you onto the bed so he is hovering over your panting silhouette. Lashes fluttering as you salivate from the way his strong presence looms over you.

“Obito, I…” He kisses you slow and deep, not letting you speak. You break the kiss to finish your sentence. “I love you.”

He latches onto your lips again before speaking into your mouth, “I love you too.”

You wrap both of your legs around him, lifting yourself up to rut into him when he finally leans back on his knees to rip down your pajama pants, letting your legs fall to each side, exposing your soft flesh, ready and waiting to be sullied with unholy deeds. He sinks down, positioning himself between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him with curious interest.

He kisses and sucks on your inner thighs. He releases the pliable flesh with a pop and smiles at his artwork. Of course he’d leave a mark the first chance he got. You were his after all.

He worked his way to your center, licking a stripe up your sex before latching over your little bundle of nerves. He began to suck on it as if hoping to separate it from your body. He licked the small nub gently between vicious suckling, driving you wild and causing you to squirm. Your hand shot down to rest in his hair as you furrowed your brows and tilted your hips up into his chin, soaking his face in your secretions. Desperate need consuming your body.

He came up for air and crawled back up over you to get another one of your sweet kisses, before sinking his fingers into your tight virgin cunt. You whimper into his lips. He drags his fingers in and out of you causing you to clench around them. You make small cries as you feel him attempting to stretch you, readying you for his intrusion.

Your hand reached for him, looking to sink beneath his pants to stroke what you desired. He propped himself up on his elbow next to you while his hand reached between your legs. You slipped between his abdominals and his waistband, fingers gliding around his thick base before closing around it and stroking upwards. Obito shuddered at your touch, hips instinctively thrusting towards you. Your hand firmly set around him, stroking up and down, you twisted towards his face to continue kissing him. The sloppy exchange continuing while you worked between each other’s legs. The heat radiated off of your bodies as your lust filled every pore. You pull back, a trail of spit connecting your mouths as you speak.

“I’m ready.”

Obito withdrew his fingers as he leaned away. He sucked his fingers clean as he stood up next to the bed. He dropped his pants so that they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric and crawled back on the bed over you.

He gently glided his barren length over your folds, lubricating himself in your sopping wet juices. His tip lightly poked at your swollen bud causing your breath to hitch. He gives you a nod signaling he’s going in. He sinks just the tip in and your arms tighten around him in response.

“Are you okay?”

You look up into his eyes and nod. “Mhm”

He begins to push inwards. You gasp at the stretch. It was painful but soon it shifted into a pleasurable sensation.

“Are you still okay?”

You bit your lower lip as you nod in agreement. He reached down. He wanted to be the one biting your lip. Connecting his with yours once more, his tongue swirled with passion as he stroked in and out of you slowly, allowing you to turn into a puddle under him. You cry into his mouth as you feel your walls constrict around him. You had never felt anything quite like it. Every part of you was satisfied in this position. Legs wrapped around his waist, lips connected with his, sharing the air you breathed, and the feeling of him buried in you. It was love in its purest sense.

His soft slow romantic strokes began to give way as he realized how good the friction felt. Your tight walls wrapped around him so well, squeezing him in a way he could have never even dreamt about. You were perfection itself and it was making him ravenous.

He rolled his hips into you till they slapped against your rear. You make little sounds in response to the connection. It encourages him so he continues to roll. You keep mewling with each stroke. It is an anthem to his heart and he wants to hear it played louder. He begins slamming into you. You want to take it and please him but it’s becoming too much.

You see his eyes gloss over. He’s consumed with the unfamiliar sensation. He flips you onto your stomach. He straddles you with his knees on either side of your legs, pinning them together. He thrusts up and in as you lay down flat. He slams his palm down on your cheek and you make a small grunt upon impact. You hear him smirk.”tch” He wants to do that again.

You grunt a second time. He sits back on his heels and pulls your perfect body up off the bed and sits you down on his erection. Back facing him, he snakes his hands around your front and under your shirt. His muscular arms lift you up and down on him as you sing out little sounds of pleasure.

“That’s it baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

You completely exhale as he whispers praise into your ear. Your heart thundering at a wild pace as one hand grabs on top of his hand that has a bruising grip on your chest and the other reaches back to grab him behind his head.

He bends forward to lay light kisses along your neck and into the curve of your shoulder. You were his every desire. All the dangerous things he was capable of were only out of love for you. He would murder hordes of shinobi, tame tailed beasts, and level entire cities in your honor. He would do anything to live this moment on repeat for the rest of his life.

You twist in his arms, politely asking to look upon his face. He sits back as he lifts you off of him. You turn around on your knees and straddle his lap, facing him as he tugs at your hem, gently lifting the fabric over your head and tossing it to a dark corner of the room.

He hunches down to taste your perky peaks. His tongue dragging along each nub before his lips close around it with a gentle suckle. Your head lulls backwards as you cry out blissfully, allowing the new sensations to overwhelm your mind. Obito rocks your body up and down along his shaft but he doesn’t think he will be able to hold out much longer.

He gingerly lays you down on your back, propping your legs open with his arms as he leans down, pushing his chest into yours. You feel your flexibility being tested as he sinks into you and your eyes widen at how deep he went. He begins to stroke, craving the warmth of the fast friction generated by his thrusts. He allows his sack to sway into your rear, hitting it with a satisfying clap at each impact. Your face begins to twist with pleasure. Your rhythmic cries calling to him like a siren's song.

He leans down and presses his lips into yours, allowing your moans to reverberate around the inside of his mouth. He nears his climax as you reach yours. Releasing together in loving harmony. He slowly pumps into you, draining the seed from his length into your loving walls that graciously drink it in.

Your doting eyes never leave his face. You realize you are hopelessly bound to him. You would never escape your captivity, nor did you want to. Both of you have surrendered to the other. Your head collapses onto the pillow and he licks one last stripe up your neck before falling next to you and kissing your jaw. His strong finger tugs at your chin, turning you to him so he may continue to adorn your lips with kisses.

Your faces would fold into each other's necks as your bodies tangled together under the covers. The man who kidnapped you, now your most valued treasure. He would possessively hold his delicate little peach every night from henceforth and you would never speak of going home ever again because now that Obito lay with you, you were home. You allow your eyes to close and your heart to go still as you fall into a deep slumber in his arms.

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tiredwitchplant · 1 year ago

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It's Time for Samhain! (Oct 31- Nov 1)

What is Samhain? In the Celtic calendar, Samhain marks the end of summer and the harvest season, and the beginning of the dark, cold winter months. It falls opposite Beltane on May 1, which represents the beginning of spring and the life-filled growing season.

It’s believed that the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest on Samhain. Historically, people were worried that they would encounter ornery spirits if they ventured outside on Samhain night, so they dressed as ghosts or wore masks to disguise themselves. Folks would leave treats on their front porch or place an extra setting at the table to welcome any friendly spirits who stopped by. You can see how these Samhain rituals easily morphed into our modern-day version of trick-or-treating in costume.

Nighttime bonfires were another of the long-standing Samhain rituals - this one was thought to help combat the impending darkness of winter and the fearful chill that accompanied the idea of roaming spirits. Because the veil between living and dead is believed to be the thinnest on this night, Samhain is also a powerful night for divination and spellcasting by candlelight.

Usual Symbols of Samhain:

Ale or Mead

Pumpkins

Skulls

Besom or Broom

Beans

Cauldron

Bats

Keys

Squash

Pomegranate

Nuts

Apples and Cider

Bones

Herbs and Plants for Samhain:

Rosemary – Associated with remembrance and is needed during this season in taking time to honor the memories of our ancestors and other lost loved ones. Can be used in an incense blend and at ancestor altar

Fall Flowers – Includes flowers like marigolds and chrysanthemums. Are associated with protection and chrysanthemums come in handy with connecting to the spirit world

Apples (the fruit, branches and blossoms) – Is considered sacred to a lot of gods. A good apple harvest means that the gods have shown the community their favor. You can use apples in different rituals, especially divination

Pomegranates – Is associated with the realm of the underworld and helps with communication with the dead. It is also associated with fertility of the fall.

Squashes, Pumpkins and Gourds – Is associated with abundance and provides sustenance for your family when the fields become bare and covered in snow. Is linked to psychic awareness and development and protection.

Mugwort – Is associated with divination and dreaming. Using Mugwort baths or incenses in the rituals can focus on treating depression, especially with the seasons changing

Rowan Trees – The branches and berries are a way to keep evil spirits out of your house and are associated with good health. If you plant a tree near a grave, it will prevent the dead from rising.

Sage – Is associated with cleansing and grounding. Is a great incense to cleanse your home to bring in the new and out with the old

Hawthorn – Has been associated with the gateway between humans and the spirit world. Is also rumored to an area where you can see fairies.

Crystals for Samhain:

Amethyst – Aids in opening one’s third eye and is valuable to be able to see Samhain’s spirits around

Black Obsidian – Is great for grounding and protect from evil spirits. Can be used in scrying when speaking to deities and spirits of Samhain

Citrine – Is used to honor the sun. Aids in prosperity spells and carries joy

Black Tourmaline – Wards off unwanted spirits from your property and can be buried into the ground to protect from psychic attacks and spirit intrusion

Orange Calcite – Orange is a sacred color to Samhain. This stone is associated with one’s sacral chakra and can cleanse and align reproductive organs, sexuality and get creativity flowing

Bloodstone – Known to heal cardiovascular illness and disease. Can help with ancestry links and work

Spirit Quartz – Is great in helping communicate with the spirits of Samhain and releasing old and toxic habits

Lepidolite – Used to appease the fairies that roam during Samhain

Serpentine – Is associated with snakes and aids in remembering past lives. Loki seems to like this stone and may be great to use for him if you work with him during this season

Dragonstone – Dragons are guardians of the earth, spirits of place, and connect us to Mother Nature. Helps say goodbye to the old years and our old selves

Skull shaped Stones – Since skulls are symbols of Samhain, skull shaped stone can help with symbolism during this holiday. They represent the life-death-rebirth cycle, wisdom and our ancestors

Spells and Rituals:

A Samhain Tea (Apple and Hawthorn Berry)

1 apple, sliced

2 Tablespoon dried hawthorn berries (or 4 Tablespoons fresh)

1 cinnamon stick

A pinch of cloves

4 cups water

Honey, to taste (optional)

Combine all ingredients in a small stockpot.

Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer, covered, for 10 minutes.

Strain the plant material from the tea, then transfer the tea into two mugs.

Enjoy one for yourself, and leave the other on your table or front porch to nourish any wandering spirits who may pass while the veil between the living and the dead is thinnest.

A Pumpkin Spell for Prosperity

A pumpkin

Some paint

Go to the pumpkin patch (or local store) and select a pumpkin. Or let the pumpkin choose you.

Bring it home and paint prosperity symbols on it – money signs, runes for prosperity or harvest glyphs (whatever means prosperity to you).

Then place by your front door to invite prosperous vibes into your home this Samhain season.

Bonfire Release Purification Spell

Paper

Pen

Source of fire (bonfire, fireplace, candle flame)

Gather your materials and sit by the fire.

Take a few minutes to just listen to the fire crackling.

Gaze into the flames and connect with this powerful element.

Next begin to think about what habit or person you are releasing this Samhain. Think about why you’re purifying your life from this thing or person.

Then write the habit or person down on the piece of paper.

Fold it away from you 3 times.

Hold it in your hands and allow all of the negative thoughts and energies inside of you to “drain” out of you and into the paper.

Then throw it in the fire and say,

“After this Samhain, never again. Never again. I release _________ from my life by the power of the Samhain fire. So, mote it be.”

How to Make a Samhain Altar

Beautiful autumn leaves or flowers that you collect on a nature walk

A candle

A mugwort bundle

A string of rowan beads

A bowl of apples or a small pumpkin

A hawthorn wand or bowl of freshly picked hawthorn berries

A picture of your ancestors

To make an altar, first find a corner of your home or a table surface where you can arrange a few treasures. You don’t need a ton of space. You could use the top of a dresser, the corner of your desk, an unused side table, etc.

After you’ve assembled your altar, spend some time sitting quietly in the space. Light the candle and/or mugwort wand, sip on a cup of Apple & Hawthorn Berry Tea and meditate on this energetically powerful day.

I could find specific written instructions for a crystal grid but I found a video!

Crystal Grid for Samhain

Let's get ready for Samhain and have a great and safe time!

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batsyheere · 2 months ago

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It is infinitely more funny if both Sasuke and Sakura realized they don't function as well without Naruto and meanwhile Naruto function more efficiently with others.

As in, Naruto without proper support and understanding still succeeded- almost flourished. Naruto with proper support and understanding?

The minute someone figures out that all Naruto needs is a basic grasp of reading its over for Konoha. He has been enlightened and now he is free. Because Naruto, despite being a rather good example of work ethic and actively working to achieve skills, is also a genius. He manages to learn skills or make leaps in jugement canonically that others don't, and honestly the only things holding him back are the sabotage of his education and how stupid shinobi can be.

So the minute in a fanfic Naruto gets even a drop of support and he blossoms, and he starts making leaps and leaving behind his teammates? It is hilarious to witness a duo previously hyperfixated on their own two things, suddenly switching it up when they see that people are suddenly interested in Naruto. That he is suddenly appealing to others, that people think they have a right to his time.

Suddenly Naruto isn't there when training ends, or leaves after missions to "help a friend", he doesn't offer to get ramen with them or even to find more ways to mess with their sensei. And even when they hang out, he's distant- no longer dumb, no longer reliant, sometimes he does things he says he learned from other teachers or even by observing. No longer loud, or distracting Sakura from the way Sasuke isn't perfect, or rivaling Sasuke and giving him chances to grow stronger. He doesn't get upset when Sasuke still beats him at taijutsu, or how Sakura is still better at chakra control, and doesn't brag when he is good at something.

"I guess I just realized we each have our own strengths," Naruto says when they both corner him about it. "And I want to make sure I can keep you both safe because you're my team- you're all I have. Like family. So yeah, I want to learn everything I can do."

And Kakashi learns two things after Sasuke and Sakura have their realizations and new resolutions.

First, that neither Sakura nor Sasuke were in anyway sane and whatever had made them snap was only positive in that it hadn't turned them against Konoha and thus, he did not have to handle them.

And second; He suddenly doesn't have to worry about weird love triangles but does have to worry about suitors and Sasuke and Sakura's reactions to them.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki #team seven #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #kakashi hatake #honestly in a romantic sense none of team seven should ever be together #on a familial sense none of them have any actual proper support and should have turned into a feral pack #naruto is the only friendly face on team seven and kakashi at some point is the red herring #anyway this is also pretty boy naruto agenda because kishimoto butchered him #like yeah take his arm but dont give him a brick of a body and cut his hair like that #looking at both his parents and taking into account his childhood? naruto should be very lithe and not all that tall #and honestly i could see him either growing long hair as a way of remembering neji or his godfather #or taking up his dad's haircut with minor differences #while i wouldnt describe sakura and sasuke as yandere i do believ they exhibit high possesive behaviors and claim naruto as territory #like at one point they fight over naruto and then realize they can share and fight everyone else TOGETHER #kakashi takes one look at the sudden shift in team seven dynamic and realizes he may have been saved #cause im also for the agenda of kakashi being highly demiromantic as a teen #and it would only have taken a little longer for him to stop being an asshole amd for them to see pretty boy kakashi

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talonabraxas · 3 months ago

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The Rose Cross Lamen Talon Abraxas

The Rose Cross, symbol of the heart chakra in full bloom

When the spirit enters a human body it takes up a cross, the cross of matter, the synthesis of the four elements. There is not much point in wearing crosses round our necks or putting up crosses in churches and cemeteries if we fail to understand that it is humans themselves who are the cross. Man is the cross, and it is this cross that we must work with.

We often associate the cross in our minds with death and negation and that is a mistake for, when the spirit enters into the cross, it becomes the beginning of life. When an Initiate prays he faces towards the four cardinal points of the universe in turn, thus marking the sign of the cross to show that his spirit is about to work on matter.

What it means to cross oneself

Each of the cardinal points is ruled by an Archangel: in the East is Mikhaël, in the West Gabriel, in the North Uriel and in the South Raphaël. This rite of turning to face the four cardinal points before praying has been perpetuated in the Christian religion in the form of the Sign of the Cross.

When a Christian touches their forehead, their solar plexus, their left and then their right shoulder with the fingers of their right hand, saying ‘In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, Amen’, they are communicating with the four dimensions of space, the matter on which their thought and love are about to work.

The Rose Cross is the symbol of the perfect human being

The Rosicrucian symbol consists of a red rose in the centre of a cross. The rose represents the heart, the full flowering of the heart chakra in man, seen as the sublimation of the cross. This chakra can only be made to blossom by love, the colour and fragrance of which are those of the rose. This is why the Rose Cross is the symbol of an Initiate who has worked so diligently at his own nature that Christ’s love, the divine love that transforms and gives life to matter, has flowered within him.

One who walks in the way of Christ becomes a Rosicrucian even if their name never appears in the membership records of the Society. The rose at the centre of the cross, therefore, is the perfect human being whose heart chakra is in full blossom -Omraam Mikhaël Aïvanhov

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blossomdivinefinewine · 4 months ago

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🌹✨Channeled Messages🌹✨

Love Letters From Your Person ❤️💋

Please take what resonates and leave what does not! 🥰✨🪬

Lately my heart chakra has been opening up, so it is much easier to channel these kinds of messages lol I used to be the type that was like "I don't really do love readings," but here I am channeling these messages. Love comes through more clear, more sacred, and more beautiful🤍

This anime is called Kiki's Delivery Service btw.

P.S. A lot of my channeled messages that I post will have "@TAROTW/BLOSSOM" because that is my Facebook business page where people can reach out to me and book a reading. I also post motivational messages there so check it out when you can!

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#spirituality #tarot #kikis delivery service #studio ghibli #pick a pile #self love #romance #the notebook #like water for chocolate #under the tuscan sun #third eye #lovers

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gingerkunoichii · 2 months ago

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★ FADE INTO YOU CHAPTER 1 ★ SUMMARY// In an alternate universe where the Uchiha Massacre never occurred nor the suffering that came alongside it, peace and weary trust is brokered through a fragile political alliance: an arranged marriage between Itachi Uchiha and Fumika Senju, the granddaughter of Tobirama Senju. The union, meant to symbolise unity between the clans that had rivalled for many hundreds of years, comes at a personal cost for both—Itachi, still mourning a forbidden love, and Fumika, forced to leave behind her life as a kunoichi to become a dutiful wife. ★ PLAYLIST ★

WARNING// very slow burn, eventual smut, a lot of angst and sadness.

Chapter 1: Let It Happen

The quiet murmur of the breeze through the sliding shoji doors was the only sound in the room as Fumika adjusted the sleeves of her formal attire. The silken fabric was a pale cream, embroidered with the subtle motif of cherry blossoms and the Senju clan crest on her back. She tied the obi with steady hands, her movements precise, almost mechanical, as though the task were a mission briefing she had done a hundred times before.

Her father’s voice lingered in her mind, calm but firm, as it always was.

"You’ve done enough in the shadows, Fumika. It’s time for you to step into the light and fulfill your duty to our clan."

Fumika had not argued. She never did. She had left the Anbu weeks ago, exchanging her mask and cloak for the role of a dutiful daughter preparing for an arranged marriage. She was nineteen years old, a jonin of excellent standing, and one of the many granddaughters of the revered Tobirama Senju. Duty was ingrained in her bones.

Her red eyes flicked to her reflection in the polished mirror. They were the same crimson hue that marked her as Tobirama’s descendant, the same eyes that many said held his unyielding gaze. Yet now, there was something else—a quiet apprehension, a hesitation not present when she had faced enemy shinobi or led dangerous missions. This was different. This was personal.

She exhaled softly and began fastening her hair into a neat bun. White strands fell like cascading light, and she carefully secured them with an ivory pin, the edges carved into a simple lotus flower. Tradition demanded grace and simplicity, and Fumika would not falter.

The man she was about to meet—Itachi Uchiha—was no stranger to her knowledge, though she had never crossed paths with him directly. A prodigy. An Uchiha with a brilliance and discipline that completely overshadowed her own reputation in the Senju clan. He had achieved the rank of captain in the Anbu at an age when most shinobi were still learning the intricacies of their chakra natures. Now twenty-three, he carried the weight of his clan’s survival and the responsibility of their alliance with the village.

Much like her.

Their similarities, Fumika supposed, would make them compatible, at least in the eyes of the elders. She respected his accomplishments, his sacrifices, though what little she knew of him was clinical, gleaned from formal reports and quiet murmurs during council discussions. A shinobi of unparalleled loyalty, they called him. A man who put his clan and village above all else.

But beneath the stoic exterior, who was he?

A soft knock at the door drew her from her thoughts.

"Lady Fumika," a servant called gently. "The carriage is ready."

"Understood," she replied, her voice calm and level. She gave her reflection one last glance before turning away.

As she stepped into the morning light, the sun filtered through the garden’s cherry blossoms, scattering patterns of soft pink on the stone path. Fumika walked with measured grace, her sandals clicking lightly against the ground. Her destination was the Uchiha compound, where she would meet her intended for the first time.

Her heart remained steady, her breathing controlled, yet an unfamiliar weight pressed against her chest. Was it uncertainty? A flicker of dread? No. Fumika brushed the thought aside. Whatever lay ahead, she would face it with the same resolve she had carried into every battle.

This was her mission now. For her clan. For her village. For the fragile peace that hung in the balance.

The gates of the Uchiha compound loomed ahead, their crimson-painted wood striking against the blue sky. Two Uchiha guards nodded as they opened the gates, their dark eyes scrutinizing her briefly before stepping aside. Fumika didn’t falter. Each step carried her closer to the center of the compound, where Itachi awaited her in one of the outer pavilions.

The pathway through the Uchiha compound was unnervingly quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. The sharp contrast between the Senju and Uchiha compounds became more apparent with each step. While the Senju estate embraced nature with open courtyards and meandering streams, the Uchiha compound felt more deliberate, almost guarded. The buildings were arranged in symmetrical precision with a classical traditional style, the dark tile roofs casting long shadows that whispered of vigilance and restraint.

Fumika kept her gaze forward, her crimson eyes steady as she was escorted by a young Uchiha attendant. His posture was rigid, his steps practiced. Though he said little, she could feel his occasional glances, as if he were trying to assess her intentions - she was a foreigner after all from the Senju clan. She remained impassive, her expression calm, betraying nothing of the quiet tension coiling within her chest.

They passed clusters of sakura trees, their petals falling gently in the breeze, brushing against the stark black and white hues of the compound's design. The juxtaposition of beauty and austerity seemed fitting, a reflection of the man she was about to meet—or at least, what she imagined of him.

“This way, Lady Fumika,” the attendant said quietly, gesturing toward a sliding door ahead.

The hall beyond the door was modest but elegant, a long chamber with polished wooden floors that gleamed in the soft light filtering through the high windows. A low lacquered table stood in the center of the room, flanked by cushions on either side. Behind it, a larger screen of painted silk depicted a serene mountain landscape, its muted colors lending an air of restrained elegance to the space.

The faint scent of incense lingered in the air—subtle, almost meditative.

Fumika stopped just inside the entrance as the attendant moved ahead to announce her arrival. His voice was low, respectful, and the name he spoke carried an unspoken weight.

“Captain Itachi, Lady Fumika Senju has arrived.”

Her breath caught, though she remained composed. This was it. The moment she had rehearsed in her mind countless times. She stepped forward with measured grace as the attendant slid the door fully open.

He was there, seated on one side of the table.

Itachi Uchiha.

The first thing she noticed was the stillness about him. He sat with perfect posture, he was wearing the uniform of the Konoha police force, with his black cloak resting neatly over his shoulders, the Uchiha fan symbol stitched in stark white against the fabric. His black hair was long, gathered into a small ponytail. His dark eyes, framed by faint shadows that spoke of countless sleepless nights, lifted to meet hers. They were neither cold nor warm, but penetrating, as if they could see past the careful composure she wore. His expression was calm, unreadable, though a subtle crease at the corner of his mouth hinted at reserved politeness.

Fumika lowered herself gracefully onto the cushion across from him, clearing her head from any sort of thoughts, folding her hands neatly in her lap. She inclined her head in greeting, her voice steady and formal.

“It is an honour to finally meet you, Captain Uchiha.”

There was a beat of silence before he responded, his tone as measured as hers. “The honour is mutual, Lady Senju.”

Her eyes flicked briefly to the tea set arranged on the table, the small porcelain cups pristine and untouched. A servant appeared silently to pour the tea, her movements practiced and unobtrusive, before retreating to the shadows.

Fumika allowed herself a moment to study the stranger in front of her in the silence that followed. His presence was commanding, though understated. There was no arrogance in his demeanor, only a quiet confidence that felt unshakable. Yet there was something else, something beneath the surface—an almost imperceptible weight that she recognised as a fellow shinobi. The burden of expectation, of sacrifice.

It was not so different from her own.

She reached for the tea, her fingers steady as she lifted the cup. The steam curled softly in the air between them, and she spoke again, her words carefully chosen.

“I trust the arrangements for today’s meeting were not inconvenient for you.” Politeness came easily, a shield she had wielded for years in council chambers and diplomatic negotiations.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment before he replied, his voice smooth and deliberate. “Not at all. I appreciate your efforts in making the journey.”

Another pause, not awkward, but deliberate, as if both were measuring the unspoken tension between them. She set her cup down gently, her crimson eyes meeting his once more.

This was the man she would be bound to, the man she would call her husband. He was beautiful in a sharp sort of way. She noticed immediately how long his eyelashes were when he looked down at his teacup - how he held a beauty stronger than most women she had met. This was for the sake of their clans. For the sake of the fragile peace they had been tasked to uphold. Yet in this moment, with the tea cooling between them and their gazes locked, she wondered—

What kind of man are you, truly, Itachi Uchiha?

He sat motionless, his back straight, hands resting loosely on his knees beneath the table. His face betrayed no emotion, the disciplined mask he had perfected over years of duty. But within, a storm raged quietly, restrained by sheer force of will.

Izumi.

The thought of her name struck like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. She should have been the one sitting here, her soft laughter filling the quiet room rather than the uptight woman across from him, her gentle voice easing the tension of these formalities. Her presence had always been a balm to his weary soul, a light in the darkness of his responsibilities. Instead, she was elsewhere, likely enduring the same pain he carried, though she hid it well, as she always did.

And now, here was Fumika Senju . Her beauty was undeniable, her ethereal white hair shimmering like moonlight, her crimson eyes as piercing as any sharingan. She was grace personified, her every movement precise and deliberate - boring , the product of discipline not unlike his own. But even to acknowledge her beauty felt like a betrayal as if he was cheating on Izumi, a treacherous thought he could scarcely allow himself to entertain.

Itachi’s gaze remained steady, his face calm as he observed her, but the weight in his chest pressed harder. He hated this. All of it. The formalities, the expectations, the sacrifice that demanded he sever every shred of personal happiness for the sake of the clan, for the sake of the village.

For Sasuke.

His younger brother’s face flashed in his mind, a reminder of why he had agreed to this in the first place. The elders would not have hesitated to thrust Sasuke into this arrangement if Itachi had refused. And he could not bear to see his brother shackled to the same suffocating duty that had consumed him.

So he sat here, his posture perfect, his words polite, playing the role expected of him. For the clan. For Sasuke. For peace.

“It is a rare opportunity for the Senju and Uchiha to find common ground,” he said evenly, his voice devoid of warmth but carefully respectful. “This alliance is a necessary step toward a stronger village.”

The words tasted hollow. They weren’t his words. They belonged to the elders, the council, to his father Fugaku, who had drilled the importance of this union into him like a mantra. Yet he spoke them with perfect conviction, his dark eyes fixed on Fumika, studying her every reaction. Not out of curiosity, but out of duty, as if assessing her resolve was another task on the endless list of responsibilities he bore.

She’s perfect for this role, he thought grimly. Stoic, disciplined, utterly composed. She fit the mold of a political bride flawlessly, and yet… She is not Izumi.

His fingers twitched imperceptibly, a small, fleeting rebellion against the crushing weight of this moment. He forced the thought aside. There was no room for longing, no space for regret. Those were luxuries he could not afford.

Still, the bitterness lingered towards the situation and the woman in front of him, a shadow in the corners of his mind. He had made his choice. There was no turning back now.

His words, though polite, carried a distinct chill, like the edge of a blade dipped in ice. There was no warmth in them, no indication of his own thoughts or feelings beyond what duty demanded. Fumika was not surprised; she had expected no less. This was not a union of hearts or mutual affection—it was a transaction, an arrangement meant to bind their clans together with a fragile thread of trust.

And yet, the coldness in his demeanor still struck her. She had heard stories of his stoicism, of his unshakable discipline, but facing it now was something else entirely. He was distant, his dark eyes unwavering and unyielding. They bore into her as if dissecting her every move, every word, searching for weakness or fault. He was here in body, but his mind and heart seemed miles away.

This is fine, she thought, her resolve as steady as her outward appearance. I can endure this. Love is not required for duty to be fulfilled.

She lifted her tea cup again, letting the faint steam curl toward her face, a momentary veil between them as she gathered her thoughts. Her training as a diplomat, as a kunoichi, guided her, shaping her response with the precision of a blade being honed. When she finally set the cup down, her crimson eyes met his dark ones directly, unwavering, her voice calm and deliberate.

“I agree,” she said softly, yet firmly. “The history between our clans is complex, filled with pain and mistrust. But it is a history we must move beyond if the village is to thrive. This arrangement, as unorthodox as it may be, is a necessary step toward reconciliation.”

Her words were carefully chosen, delivered with the poise of someone who had spent years perfecting the art of formal speech. She did not flinch beneath his penetrating gaze, nor did she allow the tension in the room to unsettle her.

She paused, folding her hands neatly in her lap, her back straight as she continued. “I believe it is time to put old grievances behind us, starting here, with us. This is no small burden, but it is one I am prepared to bear.”

Her tone was measured, free of arrogance or defiance. She was not challenging him; she was extending a hand, albeit in the most formal and distant way possible. She had no illusions about this marriage. It would probably never become more than a political bond, and that was acceptable. If this was her role in securing peace for the village, she would fulfill it without complaint.

Still, she could not help but wonder what lay beneath his cold exterior. Did he see her as nothing more than a pawn in this political game, a vessel for duty and nothing more? Or was there something deeper, some part of him that felt as conflicted about this as she did?

She glanced at him once more, noting the faint shadows under his eyes, the way his fingers rested so still against his knees, as if any movement might betray a hidden thought or emotion. He was a man burdened by the weight of his responsibilities, much like herself.

Perhaps we are not so different, she mused, her expression unchanging.

But such thoughts were fleeting. There was no room for speculation or hope in this arrangement. She would face this as she had faced every challenge in her life—with dignity, discipline, and unshakable resolve.

The sliding door opened again with a soft shhhk , and two figures entered the room, their presence commanding in different ways.

Fugaku Uchiha was first, his stride measured and deliberate, he looked a lot like Itachi though his features were worn away with age - harsher lines reflecting on his face. He radiated authority, his dark robes bearing the Uchiha crest prominently on his back. His expression was stern, his gaze sharp and calculating as it swept over the room before settling on his son. Behind him followed Fumika’s father, Hiroto Senju, a man of quiet strength whose every step carried the weight of his lineage. Though not as towering as his father Tobirama had been, Hiroto’s lean frame and resolute bearing made it clear he was a man who understood power and politics alike. Her own father had the same snow white hair as her but carried eyes alike to her grandmother. Soft honey coloured ones that were anything but soft.

“Fumika,” Hiroto greeted, his deep voice carrying a subtle note of approval as he inclined his head toward his daughter. His eyes, pale like moonlight, flicked briefly to Itachi before resting on Fugaku. “Lord Fugaku.”

Fugaku returned the greeting with a curt nod, his expression remaining unreadable. “Lord Hiroto.” His tone was clipped, the tension beneath the civility palpable. The room, already heavy with unspoken emotion, seemed to tighten as the two patriarchs sat on either side of the low table.

A servant appeared as if summoned by the weight of their arrival, pouring fresh tea for the new arrivals before disappearing as silently as she had come. The quiet clink of porcelain against the lacquered wood of the table was the only sound for a moment, the four of them settling into their places like pieces on a chessboard.

Hiroto was the first to break the silence, his tone calm but deliberate. “This meeting marks an important step in the history of our clans. It is no small matter for the Senju and Uchiha to come together after all that has transpired between us. But for the sake of the village, it must be done.”

Fugaku nodded, though his expression tightened ever so slightly. “It is true. The history between our clans has been… contentious. This arrangement is an opportunity to demonstrate that we can rise above such grievances. The Uchiha have always acted with the village’s best interests in mind.”

There was a faint edge to his words, a veiled rebuke to decades of suspicion and scrutiny that had been placed upon his clan. Fumika glanced at her father, noting the way his gaze remained steady on Fugaku, unflinching under the subtle challenge.

“And the Senju,” Hiroto replied smoothly, “have always sought to protect the village’s unity, even when doing so required great sacrifice. That is why we proposed this alliance—to ensure that unity is preserved.”

The atmosphere in the room grew taut, like a bowstring pulled to its limit with the implications of her fathers words. Fugaku’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, though he kept his voice even. “Unity requires trust, Lord Hiroto. Something that has been… lacking between our clans for generations.”

“Then perhaps this marriage,” Hiroto countered, his tone firm but measured, “will serve as the foundation for that trust.”

Fumika remained still, her gaze fixed on the table as her father and Fugaku exchanged their subtle barbs. She had seen her father in council meetings before, knew well the way he wielded his words like weapons—carefully, with precision. Fugaku, she noted, was no less adept, his responses calculated to assert his clan’s strength without overt hostility. It was a battle of wills, a clash of philosophies wrapped in polite conversation.

Itachi, for his part, was silent, his expression as impassive as ever. Yet Fumika could sense the tension in him, the way his stillness seemed almost too deliberate. She wondered if he, too, felt the weight of their fathers’ words pressing down on them both.

“This arrangement,” Fugaku said after a moment, his tone softening slightly, “is not without its challenges. But it is my hope that Itachi and Lady Fumika will set an example for their clans. The Uchiha and Senju have both given much to this village. It is time we see what can be achieved together.”

Hiroto inclined his head slightly, acknowledging the point. “Indeed. The strength of our clans lies not only in our past but in what we can build for the future. Itachi and Fumika represent that future. They carry the hopes of all of us.”

Fumika felt the weight of her father’s words settle over her like a cloak. She glanced briefly at Itachi, wondering if he felt it too. His gaze remained fixed ahead, unreadable, his hands resting lightly on his knees.

The tension eased slightly as both fathers lifted their tea cups, the ritual of sharing tea providing a brief respite from the verbal sparring. Fumika, ever the dutiful daughter, reached for her cup as well, her movements calm and deliberate. Beside her, Itachi mirrored the action, his motions equally precise.

The conversation continued, more formalities exchanged, but the underlying tension remained. It was clear to Fumika that this was not just a meeting of two families—it was a battle for dominance, for acknowledgment, for the fragile peace they all claimed to seek.

And she, along with Itachi, was at the center of it all.

The conversation drifted, naturally but unnervingly, to the topic of legacy.

“As this arrangement solidifies the bond between our clans,” Hiroto began, his deep voice calm yet purposeful, “it is only fitting to consider the future. The next generation will be the true symbol of this peace, a bridge that can endure beyond our lifetimes.”

Fumika’s fingers tightened slightly around her tea cup, though her expression remained perfectly composed. She knew this topic would arise—children were an inevitable expectation in a political marriage such as this. Her father’s words were not unexpected, but they carried a weight that pressed against her chest nonetheless.

“Such a union,” Fugaku added, his voice measured and deliberate, “would not only cement the trust between our clans but also produce heirs of exceptional strength and ability. A combination of Uchiha and Senju bloodlines… the potential would be extraordinary.”

Fumika inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment, her voice steady and formal as she responded. “It would be an honour to contribute to such a legacy, Lord Fugaku. The unity of our clans would be reflected in the strength of future generations, ensuring peace for decades to come.”

Her words were well-rehearsed, the product of years spent mastering diplomacy and tradition. But as she spoke, she caught the faintest shift in Itachi’s posture. It was subtle—a slight tightening of his shoulders, the smallest clench of his jaw—but to someone as observant as Fumika, it was impossible to miss.

Her crimson eyes flicked to him, studying his reaction. He appeared calm, his expression as unreadable as ever, yet the tension in his frame betrayed him. She could not discern the reason behind it, but the mention of children had clearly unsettled him.

Why does this trouble him so?

Itachi, meanwhile, was struggling to maintain his composure. The words fell over him like lead, each one heavier than the last.

Children. Heirs. Unity.

It felt like an insult to everything he held dear, to the quiet love he shared with Izumi. Izumi. Her name echoed in his mind like a plea, a reminder of the life he longed for but could never truly have been no matter how he wished it so. Despite the weight of this arrangement, despite the impossibility of their situation, he had not been able to sever his connection to her.

He hadn’t wanted to.

Even now, thoughts of her filled him with both warmth and anguish. She was the one he loved, the one he wanted to build a life with, the one who was his girlfriend before this. Yet here he was, sitting across from Fumika Senju, discussing the future as though Izumi didn’t exist, as though he hadn't stolen moments with her in the shadows of this engagement, whispering promises he knew he couldn’t keep.

It felt wrong. All of it. An offense to Izumi, to himself, to the fragile truth he clung to. Yet there was no way out. The weight of his clan’s survival, of Sasuke’s freedom from these burdens, demanded that he endure.

But he hated it.

Itachi’s gaze remained fixed on his tea, his fingers tightening around the delicate porcelain as he forced himself to speak. “The expectations for this union are clear,” he said, his tone smooth, carefully controlled. “Our duty is to ensure the stability of the village. If children are to play a part in that, so be it.”

His voice carried no warmth, no personal investment. It was a statement of obligation, nothing more.

Fumika’s red eyes lingered on him, intense and unyielding. She could feel the undercurrent of his tension, even if she could not understand its source. There was something beneath the surface, something deeper than mere discomfort, but Itachi’s stoic facade was impenetrable.

Her father, Hiroto, nodded approvingly. “Such responsibility falls to you both. I am confident that you will fulfill it with the same discipline and commitment you have shown in every other aspect of your lives.”

Fugaku added, his gaze sharp and unrelenting, “Our clans’ survival depends on it.”

Itachi’s fingers twitched around his tea cup, but his face remained still. His dark eyes flicked up briefly, meeting Fumika’s gaze for the first time since the subject had been broached. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw something—anger, regret, sorrow—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the cold, impassive mask he always wore.

The room fell quiet again, the unspoken tension thicker than before. Fumika’s thoughts churned beneath her calm exterior, her crimson eyes remaining steady on the man across from her. Whatever turmoil Itachi carried, he kept it well-guarded. But she could not shake the feeling that, despite their shared sense of duty, they were each walking entirely different paths, bound together only by the will of their clans.

For now, she said nothing. Silence was often the wisest choice, especially in matters as delicate as these.

The tea had grown cold by the time Fugaku broached the next subject, his words carrying the calculated tone of a man who had rehearsed this moment countless times.

“In anticipation of this union,” Fugaku began, setting his cup down with deliberate precision, “a residence has been constructed within the Uchiha compound for Lady Fumika. It is a sizeable home, one befitting the future of our clans, with ample space for a family. I trust you will find it accommodating.”

Fumika inclined her head slightly, her posture as composed as ever. “I am grateful for the thoughtfulness shown by the Uchiha clan in this matter. I am certain it will be a suitable place to begin this new chapter.”

Her tone was formal, neutral, betraying none of the trepidation that tugged at the edges of her thoughts. A house. A family. These were tangible symbols of the life she was expected to build, yet the prospect felt strangely hollow. It was not fear or sadness, but a quiet acknowledgment of the unknown. What kind of life awaited her there? What kind of husband would Itachi be?

Itachi’s gaze remained on the table, his expression frozen in that maddeningly neutral mask. But inside, his mind churned with a torrent of emotions he dared not show.

A house. With her.

The very thought was like a weight pressing down on his chest, suffocating and relentless and in that moment he couldn’t think of anything worse. He could see it now—the sterile image of a home built not for love, but for duty. A house filled with the silence of two strangers bound by obligation, their lives entangled not by choice but by the expectations of others.

And Fumika. He hated her in that moment, not for who she was, but for what she represented. She was a barrier, a symbol of everything he had been forced to sacrifice. Every time he pictured her in that house, waiting for him, he saw Izumi instead—Izumi smiling softly, Izumi welcoming him home with warmth and love, Izumi holding the life they could never have.

But instead, it would be Fumika. Her perfect posture, her careful words, her ethereal presence. She was beautiful, poised, and everything a political bride should be. And yet, the idea of returning to her, of building a life with her, felt soulless. Pointless.

I will spend most of my time elsewhere, he thought bitterly. The Konoha Military Police Force had become his new role after stepping down from the Anbu. It was a job that consumed his time, and he resolved that it would continue to do so. Better to drown in work than face the hollow facade of a home without love. Without Izumi.

Fumika’s father spoke then, his voice cutting through the tension. “The effort put into this arrangement is evident. It is my hope that the residence will serve as a foundation for the unity we seek. A home is more than walls and rooms—it is where trust is built.”

Fugaku inclined his head in agreement, though the slight tightening of his jaw betrayed his weariness with such platitudes. “Indeed. The house is ready, and we are prepared to welcome Lady Fumika as one of our own.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of expectation. Fumika nodded gracefully, her voice even as she replied, “I will do my best to honour the trust placed in me. I look forward to fulfilling my role as a member of the Uchiha clan.”

Itachi’s jaw tightened imperceptibly at her words, the formal civility of her response grating against the storm inside him. As a member of the Uchiha clan, he repeated bitterly in his mind, the phrase feeling like a dagger twisting in his chest.

The meeting drew to its natural conclusion, the air in the room still charged with unspoken tensions. Hiroto and Fugaku exchanged a few final formalities, their words polite but edged, like the final thrusts of a sparring match. Fumika rose gracefully, bowing first to Fugaku and then to Itachi.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Captain Uchiha,” she said, her voice steady and respectful. Her crimson eyes met his briefly, searching, though for what she could not say.

He returned the bow, his movements precise but devoid of warmth. “Likewise, Lady Senju.”

They were words. Empty, meaningless words, spoken out of obligation. Yet as her gaze lingered on him for a heartbeat longer, Fumika found herself wondering. What kind of man are you, truly, beneath the mask? Will we ever know each other, or will this always be a formality? Will this house… this life… always feel so lonely?

For his part, Itachi avoided her gaze as they straightened. He could feel her eyes on him, their intensity sharp and probing, but he could not meet them. He feared what she might see—the resentment, the sorrow, the love for someone else that he could never let go.

They parted with the same formality that had defined their meeting, the distance between them feeling wider than ever. As Fumika followed her father out of the compound, her footsteps measured and poised, she felt the weight of what lay ahead settle more heavily on her shoulders.

Itachi watched her and her father go, his dark eyes unreadable, his mind a storm of emotions he could never express. When the door closed behind her, he let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

The journey back to the Senju compound was steeped in silence, the rhythmic creak of the carriage wheels and the occasional rustle of wind the only sounds that filled the space. Fumika sat upright, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her crimson eyes fixed on the passing scenery. Cherry blossoms swayed in the spring breeze, their pale petals scattering across the road like delicate whispers of impermanence.

Across from her, her father sat with his arms crossed, his expression one of cool detachment. For a time, neither spoke, the weight of the meeting still lingering between them. It wasn’t until the carriage hit a slight bump in the road that Hiroto exhaled sharply, his voice breaking the silence.

“The Uchiha,” he muttered, his tone edged with disdain. “They’re as insufferable as ever. That man Fugaku—so arrogant, so unwilling to bend. He speaks of unity while clutching to his pride like a sword. And his son…” Hiroto’s words trailed off, a faint sneer curling at the edge of his lips.

Fumika turned her gaze toward him, her expression serene but firm. “Father,” she said softly, though there was a subtle note of reproach in her voice. “This arrangement is not about indulging old grievances. It is about moving forward.”

Her father’s pale eyes flicked to her, narrowing slightly. “You think I don’t know that? I agreed to this, didn’t I? I chose you for this role, not one of your cousins, because you are the only one capable of bearing this burden. But do not ask me to pretend I hold them in any great esteem.”

Fumika inclined her head slightly, her composure unshaken. “Then let this arrangement be the beginning of something different. If we cannot respect each other now, perhaps time will teach us to do so. That is the purpose of this union, after all.”

Hiroto studied her for a moment, his honey coloured eyes softening just enough to show a hint of approval. “You are your mother’s daughter,” he said quietly, a rare note of fondness creeping into his tone. “Practical. Strong. You understand what must be done.”

She turned her gaze back to the window, her thoughts distant. “I understand my duty,” she said simply.

And she did. As the only daughter of Hiroto Senju, Fumika had always known her path would be one of responsibility and sacrifice. Among all her cousins, all the other descendants of the Senju clan, she had been chosen for this role—not because she was the eldest or the most politically connected, but because she was the most accomplished. A skilled kunoichi, a respected diplomat, a figure who carried the legacy of the Senju with quiet dignity. It was only fitting, they had said, that she should be the wife of the future chieftain of the Uchiha clan.

Her achievements, her discipline, her lineage—all had led her here without her even knowing. And yet, as the carriage drew closer to the Senju compound, she could not stop the quiet unease that coiled in her chest. A week. In just one week, she would be married to Itachi Uchiha, the cold stranger whose piercing gaze and measured words had left her with more questions than answers.

The carriage came to a stop at the gates of the Senju estate, the familiar sight of its sprawling gardens and wooden walkways momentarily soothing. Fumika stepped out with practiced grace, bowing slightly as her father followed.

As they walked toward the main house, Hiroto spoke again, his tone more reflective now. “This is a new chapter for the Senju. You will represent us well, Fumika. I have no doubt of that.”

She nodded, her voice steady as she replied. “Thank you, Father.”

Inside the main house of the Senju compound, the atmosphere was warm and welcoming, a stark contrast to the tension of the Uchiha compound. Servants greeted her respectfully, bowing as she passed, but Fumika barely noticed. Her thoughts were elsewhere, caught between the weight of her duty and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

She retired to her quarters soon after, closing the shoji door behind her with a soft click . The familiar surroundings—her writing desk, the neat futon in the corner, the shelves lined with scrolls and books—brought a small measure of comfort. She knew it would not last though, that soon her space would be shared with him - her identity that she had spent years building shattered under the expectation of duty. Yet her mind drifted inexorably back to the meeting, to Itachi’s impassive face, his carefully measured words.

What kind of life awaits me in that house? she wondered, her crimson eyes flicking to the neatly folded kimono laid out for her on a low table. It was ceremonial, meant for her wedding day—a day that now loomed impossibly close. She thought of the house that had been built for her, a house designed for a family she did not yet know, and she could not help but feel its emptiness pressing down on her already.

It will be lonely.

The thought settled in her mind with quiet finality. But loneliness was something she could endure. Those in her family had endured worse in the name of legacy and duty, and she would endure this too. Whatever lay ahead, she would face it with the same resolve she had carried all her life.

A week. Only a week. And then, her life would no longer be her own.

AHHHH This is gonna be absolute turmoil, let me know thoughts if you have any <3

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Blossoming into Cosmic Consciousness

A Personal Experience of Full-blown Kundalini Awakening A profound transformation occurred to me; an experience that transcended the physical plane and plunged me into a realm of existence I had hitherto deemed unreachable. I speak of the full-blown Kundalini awakening, a spiritual phenomenon that has left an indelible impression on my perception of self, reality, and existence. Before this…

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hii, it's nice to see your blog and the uchiha writings especially the nsfw(s) TwT

if I may request some nsfw, can you write about izuna's (you may add indra :3) scenario with an older otsutsuki woman s/o? like, the woman has more power than them but is very submissive in bed and simps for them without any hesitation

thank youu and have a nice dayy

Hi anon!! Thank you so much for the nice words. Being new in writing NSFW content and my works being appreciated makes me so so happy! And thank you for such an interesting request too~!!I had fun writing this request<3<3.Hope you like it and have a nice day too!

Indra

Indra is usually not the type of man who is bewitched by a woman, especially when she is stronger and older than him. During his life he didn't come in contact with many woman who were older than him so he typically does not know how to interact with them and frankly doesn't want to talk with them as well.

His perspective of women in general is very low: they are just baby making machines and nothing else. Sometimes however, he also views them as a way to relieve his sexual frustration. This man has crazy sex drive and needs to release it from time to time. Masturbation helps, but he loves having sex more.

His opinions however start to change when he meets with the beautiful woman who came to the compound one day, claiming to be a friend of his father. The moment Indra saw the woman, he felt her strong chakra, which was even greater than his. This made him feel..jealous. How dare she be stronger than him? She is just a woman! It really made him angry.

As he found out later, the woman, Y/n, was supposed to stay there for some time. Indra for some reason was more agitated upon hearing the news. He really could not bare being close to a woman who was making him feel so inferior. The woman however, wanted to learn more about him, as she was trying to strike conversations with him very every chance she got.

Indra, being the detail-oriented man he is, could not help but notice that with him, she was different. She was not as brave he thought, in fact she was the quite opposite: shy, unable to look at him in the eyes and very hesitant. She was not like that with others, but Indra did not want to spend time thinking about her behavior. He had other things to deal with.

Much to his surprise though, they did get closer. It started when Indra discovered Y/n in the library late at night, reading one of the books his father wrote. They bonded easily with discussing the written ideologies. He couldn't help but admit that she was a very smart woman and he really liked it. He was wek for smart women and Y/n was VERY smart, smarter than any woman he came in contact with.

Slowly, their new found friendship blossomed into something more when one day drunk Y/n, confessed her feelings for him. It was not a simple confession, more like a declaration of lustful wishes. Y/n, in her extremely drunk state, could not help but tell him how much she wanted him to take her and how she has been imagining doing all sorts of things with him ever since she came to the compound. Indra knew she was too shy to tell him that and he guessed the reason for her drinking was to confess her desires.

The older woman, despite being few years older than the man in front of her, felt embarrassed confessing to him. She was expecting that Indra would be angry at her, but oh how surprised she was when Indra grabbed her jaw, turning her face to him and kissing with such passion she has never ever seen. Little did she know, the man was burning in lust for her as much as she was.

Their makeout session turned longer, both of the unable to keep their hands off each other. The lust was too hard to ignore, and they soon fell in the arms of lovemaking, becoming one with one another. Moans and loud sounds filled the room.

Indra was not expecting to feel that good with Y/n, who was making such erotic faces and noises under him that were driving him to the edge. She was so submissive, that Indra couldn't believe she is a holder of such power. She was listening to his every demand and order, getting into positions the younger Otsutsuki was desiring. Indra, who usually would not leave any mark on a woman he was having sex with, was burning with the desire to mark Y/n's body.

In the morning, they both woke up in the same bed, cuddled together. Y/n, upon waking up, did not have any memory of last night, so Indra had to explain it to her, while kissing each hickey he placed on her body. Y/n, now blushing madly, listened to him calmly. Of course, their talk prolonged because Indra wanted to fuck her more and of course taste her. Their age difference was not stopping him and in fact he did not care about it too. As long a Y/n remains that shy, submissive woman he love, he will continue to gladly fuck her to oblivion.

They agreed to continue their meetings, which usually resulted to making love for hours and pleasuring each other however they wanted. Indra was able to train Y/n to go down on him, as he enjoyed watching her be on her knees, his throbbing cock in her mouth. He also loved going down on her, as her shyness, her attempts at trying to cove her moans, was making eating her out even hotter.

Overall, they both found what they desired in each other: Indra, a submissive and shy woman who let him do whatever he desired to her body, and Y/n, a man who was driving her crazy with everything he did and said. A very happy couple indeed with lots of sex drive

Izuna

Unlike Indra, Izuna is a ladies man. Oh this man ENJOYS having sex whenever he can and with whoever he can. Age and the power gaps between them was not holding a critical point for him. The only thing that mattered to him was getting his balls empty and his cock sucked till he got tired of it.

His first meeting with the older woman was when he came to his usual brother, angrier than usual. A general fucked up during a meeting and it got Izuna more irritated than it should. His anger could also arise from the fact that he did not get any new woman for some time and was starting to get tired of the ones who he was sleeping with.

That day upon his arrival, as if a gift from heavens itself, he was greeted by the older Otsutsuki woman, who instantly grabbed his attention with her very long greyish hair and emerald eyes, a combination he doesn't see frequently. Her soft, honey dipped voice even sent chills to his body, intriguing his interest even more.

Wanting to spend more time with her, Izuna ordered for others to not interfere and that only Y/n should serve his needs. This of course, surprised everyone, but they didnt dare to question Izuna's decision or else they would lose their heads.

As Y/n was on her knees, a position Izuna himself ordered, serving sake to him, he kept constantly looking at her, asking questions about her life and why he had never seen her before.

"I am new here my lord...Arrived a few days ago.." she spoke softly. "Very well...I assume you then know what this place and why men like me come here, Y/n" he spoke, putting a finger under her jaw and raising her head, his charcoal irises meeting her emerald ones.

"Yes my lord...if you allow me.." she slowly got up, anxiety rising in her chest. During the few days she was here, she never slept with a man, and Izuna would be the first one she has to sleep with. He looked to be a young man, around 20, and Y/n, being in her thirties, felt that she was too old for him. She sighed, unbuttoning her kimono and letting it fall on the floor.

Her naked body looked ready to be devoured, and Izuna was getting impatient at the sight. Oh how he loved new meat~ He pulled her to his lap hard, earning a small moan from her. Y/n could not bring herself to look at him, as she was very shy. Its her first time with a man after all.

"Are you scared of me..~ Maybe shy..?" Izuna asked, nibbling her neck as his hand found its way between her legs. He felt her heartbeat increase, which made him chuckle. He could tell this woman was not an ordinary one, but why was she so shy around him? A woman who was working in a brothel was shy to let a man touch her. Absurd.

Izuna however was no monster. As much as he wanted to just plunge himself in her, to feel her tightness and pound her hard as if there's no tomorrow, he held himself back. Instead of his usual tactic, Izuna decided to first calm her and reassure her. He put her on the bed, caressing her body and planting soft kisses. His skillful finger were rubbing her clit, earning few moans out of her.

The more he rubbed and fingered her, the more she relaxed. She was stills shy, closing her legs from time to time and trying to cover her naked body. Her attempts were futile of course, as Izuna stopped her each time. When she reached her climax and released hard, moaning his name sweetly, Izuna decided she was ready. He was throbbing the whole time, his cock ready to get out of his pants and plunge in her tight cunt.

He got rid of his clothes swiftly and thrusted hard in her, pulling her legs on his shoulder at the same time. It took some time to get adjusted to his size, but she was soon a moaning mess, her nails digging in his back and her begging him t fuck her harder and faster.

Oh how could Izuna ignore such sweet pleas? He would never forgive him if he didn't satisfy her, so he kept fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Her feminine energy was turning him hard, making him fuck her for the whole night. Izuna usually would not sleep with someone that long, but she felt so right to him that he could not stop himself. He fully emptied himself inside her, his cum running down her thighs and legs, a sight he is never tired of seeing.

When they woke up in the morning, Izuna felt more satisfied than he ever did with anyone. Y/n, was happy that she could satisfy him, but in her heart she still felt anxious. What if he gets mad upon finding out how old she is. And her origin as well. She was able to disguise as a mere mortal by masking her chakra, but she could not keep it for a long time. With guilt in his heart, she confessed her age and her origin to Izuna, explaining how she is in her thirties and that she isn't even human, but an alien.

"Alien pussy is really good then. I must be the only man who fucked a hot alien! And for your age...sweetheart I could care less really. You being older doesnt matter at all, after all I loved fucking an older woman like you more than others in my age range" he spoke calmly. This brought calmness to Y/n, as she did not have the need to hide her true self anymore.

From that moment on, every time Iuzna visited the same brother, Y/n already knew he would desire her and each time she would waste no time running to him. She was still embarrassed every time, but it didnt stop Izuna from fucking his now favorite woman.

A little bonus thingy~

Both of the men, being head over heels in love with their older women, asked their hand in marriage. Their families, Hagoromo and Madara, were of course against the marriage, but Indra and Izuna did not care one bit. They wanted to spend their lives with women who matched their vibes and completed them, and that's what they did in the end.

No disapproving glares of his father and no discouraging words from his big brother were able to stop these two men. After all, they both get what they want, even if the world is against them.

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