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cocostyles · 2 months ago

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Hiii! This was me! Can i request Sasuke x fem Uchiha s/o arranged marriage pls? Also can you make it non massacred au! Thank you!

Blood Chains — Sasuke Uchiha

pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x fem uchiha reader!

word count: 4595 k ( I might have gone a bit overboard i really need to get a life)

summary: You are forced to marry in order to continue the pure bloodline.

warnings; none, arranged married (?

hope you like it!

The Uchiha Clan had always been one of the cornerstones of Konoha. With their strength, their honorable history, and, above all, the cherished power running through their veins, they had left an indelible mark on the village. However, not everything within the clan had always been harmonious. After years of internal and political strife, the Uchiha decided that the best way to maintain the lineage and the purity of the Sharingan was through an arranged marriage between two strong members of the same bloodline.

Y/n Uchiha, a beautiful young woman with a strong spirit and an indomitable character, had never imagined being part of a political marriage. She was born to be a warrior, to preserve the honor and memory of her clan. She had always believed that her life would not depend on a man. Yet, when the clan council announced her arranged marriage to Sasuke Uchiha, she couldn’t help but feel trapped. It wasn’t what she wanted, but she couldn’t deny her father’s wishes.

Sasuke, on the other hand, had long distanced himself from everything the clan represented. He loved his family but had witnessed too many horrors in his life—too many betrayals, too many broken promises. His brother’s death had scarred him deeply, and walking a solitary path, regardless of the cost, was his way of surviving. He didn’t care about the clan, arranged marriages, or bloodline purity. But destiny—or rather, duty—had caught up with him, and even though he resisted, he couldn’t refuse.

When you were informed that you would marry Sasuke, you weren’t surprised. But that didn’t mean you were happy about it. Y/n understood her duty and was willing to fulfill it, yet she didn’t expect Sasuke to be so… irritating.

The wedding day arrived. The air was heavy with unspoken expectations placed upon the shoulders of the two young ninjas. They exchanged glances at the altar—not the look of lovers, but of two individuals simply accepting what had been imposed on them. It was only a brief moment, and Sasuke, in his habitual silence, showed no emotion. Y/n, on the other hand, stood firm, her eyes reflecting a determination that Sasuke had known since they were children, but there was also a shadow of doubt. What kind of future awaited them together?

The atmosphere during the ceremony was filled with curious glances and expectations from all members of the clan, especially their parents, who viewed the marriage as a necessary step for the survival of the lineage. “The clan needs this union,” was all you repeated to yourself as you listened to the priest’s words. There was no turning back now. You were trapped with him for the rest of your life, fulfilling your duty.

The first few days after the wedding were a silent torment for both. Sasuke spent most of his time away on missions for the village, escaping from his new reality. You, on your part, tried to fulfill your role as a wife, but the household duties and the clan’s administrative responsibilities left you with no peace. The bond between the two was so distant it could be cut with a feather.

One evening, after a long day of training, Sasuke returned home, tired but unwilling to yield. You were preparing dinner—a small welcoming gesture you hoped he’d appreciate, though Sasuke didn’t even notice it. His indifference immediately annoyed you. You were trying, and he didn’t care. Why was he such an idiot?

“Do you have something to say?” your sharp voice broke the silence, almost challenging.

Sasuke didn’t respond immediately. He was too exhausted to argue, but at the same time, something inside him couldn’t ignore the spark of irritation that had been growing toward you during his days at home.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied indifferently, dropping his bag on the floor. He chose not to fight.

You didn’t look at him, but anger began bubbling inside you. How dare he be so distant? you thought. “Then… why don’t you speak, Sasuke? Why do you ignore everything here?”

“I already told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he answered, now with a hint of irritation. There was something about his attitude that drove you mad. Crossing your arms, you stared at him with determination. This was the first conversation you’d had in days, and you weren’t going to back down so easily.

“I’m not here to play your games, Sasuke. This marriage—whether it’s just for the clan or not—forces us to live together. I’m not some decorative figure in this house you can simply ignore,” you said, unable to keep the anger from filling your voice. Sasuke observed you for a long moment, surprised by the strength of your words.

“And what do you expect from me? To call you ‘dear’ and live a happy life? This isn’t a fairy tale,” Sasuke said, his voice cold and distant as always.

And there it was again—that discomfort in the air, that insurmountable barrier between the two of you. You sighed, feeling your nerves start to snap. You couldn’t continue living like this, in constant friction. But he was right, so you locked yourself in your room with a loud slam of the door.

The next confrontation wasn’t long in coming. A week later, while Sasuke was away, you couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening between the two of you. You couldn’t deny that there was something about Sasuke that attracted you—a darkness that seemed to call to your own inner shadows. But there was also something about him that repulsed you: his indifference, his inability to connect. You were so alike, yet so different.

Since the wedding, your world had changed drastically, but that didn’t mean you would stay silent in the face of the contempt you felt from your husband.

Sasuke arrived home late, as always. You were waiting for him with a cup of tea in your hands, staring at the floor. Sasuke removed his sandals, paying little attention to your actions, and went straight to the window, seeking some calm after a long and exhausting day. The barrier between you remained firm.

You stood up, leaving the cup on the table, and slowly approached him. “Why are you here, Sasuke?” you asked, your voice firm but with a layer of vulnerability you couldn’t hide. “If you don’t want to be here, if you really don’t care to make an effort, just say so and leave.”

Sasuke turned to you, his dark eyes as empty as ever, but this time there was something different in his gaze—a spark of doubt, of guilt, as if your words were beginning to sink in. “I don’t understand you,” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “What do you want me to say, Y/n? That I don’t care about this?” His tone softened slightly, but his attitude remained cold, calculating.

“Then tell me,” you challenged, locking your eyes with his. “Because you haven’t said a single sincere word since we got married. I don’t know what you think, I don’t know what you feel. Is this really what you want, Sasuke? For us to live as strangers under the same roof?”

Sasuke stared at your face, noticing for the first time the intensity of your frustration, your pain. You were hurting, too. “Not everything can be solved with words,” he murmured, turning back to the window. “What I do, I do for the clan, for the future. If you have something to reproach me for, say it. I don’t have time for explanations.”

But in his eyes, you saw something else. An internal struggle, a battle he had never wanted to share. It couldn’t be that simple. Sasuke Uchiha—the man who had dedicated his life to revenge and solitude—was fighting against something he didn’t understand, something you couldn’t clearly see.

The tension in the room was palpable. You could feel the anger beginning to simmer in your chest, but at the same time, there was a strange sense of attraction toward him. His presence, his strength, the way he seemed so distant, so out of reach, stirred a mix of conflicting emotions within you. Once again, you let it pass, retreating to your room.

The next day, you decided to do something you hadn't done in a long time: step out of your comfort zone. For years, you had been part of the clan, always controlled, always aware of your responsibilities. But at that moment, you couldn’t keep ignoring what you felt. So, for once, you took a risk.

You walked toward the library of the Uchiha mansion, where Sasuke often spent long hours reading. The air was silent, the whisper of books sliding between shelves filling the space. He was there, standing in front of a bookshelf, his body hunched over the volumes.

“Can I talk to you?” you asked, the voice softer than usual, devoid of the anger that typically accompanied your words.

Sasuke glanced at you over his shoulder, his eyes void of emotion. “About what?”

You stepped closer, with your heart pounding in your chest. “About us,” you replied, a hint of vulnerability in your voice. "I don’t want to live like this, Sasuke. I don’t want to be in a marriage where all we do is ignore each other, and when we don’t, we argue."

There was a pause. Sasuke said nothing, but his expression softened slightly. You didn’t know if that was a good sign or not.

"Maybe, just maybe, if we give ourselves a chance, we could understand each other. Maybe even become... friends."

Sasuke turned fully, his eyes fixed on her. “I don’t want to be trapped in a lie,” he said, his tone heavy, but the intensity in his gaze suggested those words were not only for you but for himself as well. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to act. I...”

But seeing how much he struggled to open up, you didn’t let him finish. You took another step closer and suddenly stopped him with a hand on his chest. Sasuke froze at your touch, staring into your eyes with surprise, and though his body remained tense, the energy in the air shifted, both of you felt it.

"I know," you whispered. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t try. Because, Sasuke, if we don’t, this story will never have an ending.”

It was then that something shifted between them—a change so subtle no one else could have noticed. But in that instant, thanks to that small touch, you and Sasuke realized that the tension growing between you for so long was not just the result of the clan’s expectations or family responsibilities. There was something more, something that connected you, something neither of you could fully understand.

As days passed, the tension between Sasuke and T/n didn’t completely disappear, but something began to change in their strange dynamic. Both started interacting more subtly, less distantly. They no longer avoided glances or uncomfortable conversations. There was a fragile peace between them—one that seemed more like a temporary truce than a definitive solution.

One night, while dining in silence, Sasuke broke the stillness. “Y/n…” His voice sounded less harsh than usual. “Why do you always challenge me?”

You looked up, surprised by the question. Sasuke rarely spoke of emotions, let alone his thoughts. “Because I don’t think everything has to be so cold and calculated. The clan shouldn’t be the only thing that matters. Not when you’re so trapped in your own thoughts that you can’t even see what you have here.”

Sasuke stared at you, unsure if your words had any truth or if you were just searching for something more in him. But without a doubt, you had struck a nerve. He had always lived for his family, for the Uchiha clan, and had learned to disconnect from emotions. But with you, everything seemed different.

Silence fell between them again, but now it wasn’t as heavy. Though they didn’t speak, Sasuke began observing her more closely. There was something in her gaze—something defiant, something he had never noticed in any other woman of his clan. She wasn’t someone who would submit to the will of others, not even his. That intrigued him more than he wanted to admit.

A few days later, the Uchiha clan organized an important business meeting that you were both obligated to attend. During the meeting, Sasuke was absorbed in discussions with the leaders, while you watched with disdain the conversations about alliances and strategies. For some time now, you had been considering stepping back; you were tired of fighting. At that moment, a man from a rival clan began to make insinuations toward you, praising your skills and hinting at something more than mere admiration.

“You’re a very strong woman, Y/n,” the man said with a smile, stepping a little closer. “It’s an honor to meet such an… impressive Uchiha.”

You frowned, uncomfortable. However, the man’s words flattered your ego. “Thank you, Yamada,” you replied, stepping slightly away from the man’s hands, which had shamelessly landed on your waist. “But I’m not interested in your empty compliments.”

Sasuke watched everything from his position at the table, and although his face remained impassive, something inside him stirred. He couldn’t help but feel jealous. But what right did he have to feel that way? After all, he himself had treated you coldly, and you two were only just beginning to coexist in peace.

But the way that man approached T/n awakened something in Sasuke. He couldn’t let another man be so close to you. Though he didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, he knew he couldn’t allow things to get more complicated than they already were.

When the party ended, Sasuke walked toward you without saying a word, brushing past the man with a deliberate bump. You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, recognizing the tension in his posture.

“Was that necessary?” you asked, crossing your arms. “It’s just a game for him, Sasuke.”

“I couldn’t care less about what he wants,” Sasuke replied in a low tone, almost murmuring. “I care about what you want.”

The silence that followed was heavy, and though you wanted to challenge him, a part of you felt touched by his words. Sasuke, in his own way, was telling you something without fully saying it. There was something more behind his distant and protective demeanor. Why did he feel that impulse to protect her now?

The previous night, something had changed in Sasuke. Although he didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, seeing T/n distant from him—even smiling with another man—made him realize he wasn’t willing to let you go. Somehow, you were beginning to stir something inside him, something that had been dormant for years.

You, on the other hand, were confused. Although you still saw him as your husband by obligation, the tension between you had intensified in ways you couldn’t ignore. Was that what you wanted now? To have something more with Sasuke, even if he would never be the romantic man you had dreamed of?

One day, after a morning training session, Sasuke stopped in front of you while you practiced your ninjutsu techniques. It was clear that the way you both looked at each other had shifted, but neither dared to speak about what they truly felt. You were exhausted, your breath uneven, yet you stood tall and defiant as always. Sasuke, on the other hand, watched you with a mix of respect and... something else.

“What is it, Sasuke? Are you just going to stand there staring at me all day?” you said without stopping your training, a touch of sarcasm in your voice.

“I’m just wondering…” Sasuke began, his tone serious. “Why do you push yourself so hard, Y/N?” He had spent his whole life watching you push yourself to the edge, becoming formidable.

You stopped training and turned to him with a challenging look. “Because I need to be better. I can’t afford to fail. This is my life, Sasuke. The one I’ve built for myself. And you? Why do you do it? Is it just for the clan, or is there something more?”

Sasuke stared at her in silence, a mix of frustration and strange admiration bubbling within him. you are unstoppable.

“I do it for what I represent,” he finally said, his voice low but firm. “For my clan. For Konoha.”

“Then keep pretending you’re not human,” you replied sharply. “Keep pretending you don’t care what you think or feel and stay out of it.”

Your response left Sasuke silent, but inwardly, he felt wounded. It was true. He had always kept his emotions under control, never letting anything distract him from his responsibilities. But you had seen beyond his facade, and that both irritated and intrigued him.

That same night, after dinner, they found themselves once again in the Uchiha mansion garden. The moonlight bathed the ground covered in fallen leaves, and the stillness of the place allowed them to remain silent without the pressure of prying eyes.

“Have you ever thought that we could be more than a political arrangement?” Sasuke broke the silence, his voice deep.

You looked at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his words. “I don’t know,” you answered after a long moment. “I’ve never thought about what could be. I’ve only focused on what is.”

Sasuke stepped closer to you, cautiously, as though weighing every word. “And what is that, exactly? You and I living like this forever?”

Your gaze remained locked with his, a flash of emotion passing through your eyes. “I don’t want to be just another pawn on the chessboard, Sasuke. I don’t want to be your obligation.”

Sasuke studied you intently, feeling your words sink deeper than he expected. There was something in your gaze that was disarming him. Something that told him he could no longer ignore his own feelings, the ones he had kept locked away for so long.

“Then what do you want from me?” he asked in a low voice, a spark of desperation in his tone that felt foreign to him.

You took a step back, returning to the strong, defiant woman you had always been. “I want you to stop hiding behind your responsibilities and start being real with me, Sasuke. I can’t keep living in a world where everything is just another damn duty.”

The air between both of you grew heavier, but Sasuke didn’t back down. He couldn’t. Something in his chest was beating fiercely, and it wasn’t just for the clan, not just for Konoha. Something else was driving him to stand there, facing you, ready to confront his own demons.

For the first time in a long while, you were not just adversaries. Perhaps, just perhaps, you were beginning to understand each other.

Even though you and Sasuke shared the same home and, in theory, were fulfilling your duties as husband and wife within the clan, there was a palpable distance between you. However, something had shifted in your relationship: words were no longer necessary to acknowledge that your feelings were evolving.

A couple of months after the marriage, Sasuke was in his office reviewing documents when a shadow appeared at the door. It was you, with your usual defiant demeanor, but this time, there was something different in your gaze.

“What’s keeping you so busy, Sasuke?” you asked, your voice laced with curiosity. “You can’t spend the entire day buried in paperwork.”

Sasuke looked up, his expression as impassive as ever, but his eyes revealed a spark of interest. “Work, as always. Do you have something to say, Y/N?”

You stepped closer, placing a hand on his desk. “Do you really have to spend all day locked in here, doing things that have nothing to do with us?” Your words, though direct, carried a faint tone of reproach.

Sasuke watched you for a long moment, something he rarely did. For a second, everything about him seemed more vulnerable. His life, always so controlled and calculated, was beginning to crumble under the weight of his own heart. What did he truly want? He couldn’t keep living solely for the clan. You knew it, and he felt it too.

“What do you suggest, then?” he finally asked, his voice unusually gentle.

You smiled faintly, the spark of challenge in your eyes. “That we stop pretending we’re just tools of the clan, Sasuke. Maybe what we need is time... time for us.”

The change in Sasuke was subtle but unmistakable. There was something in your words that resonated within him, something he hadn’t considered before. What you needed wasn’t just to fulfill a duty. There was a need to be honest with each other, to finally be real.

That afternoon, Sasuke decided to break free from his daily routine, spurred by your words. He invited you to train outside the city, in a calm area far from the Uchiha mansion. You wanted to train together, simply to enjoy each other’s company without the expectations of the clan.

The sun was setting as you arrived at a clearing near the forest. You glanced at Sasuke as he began to stretch, preparing to start. His body, always so rigid, moved with an innate grace.

“How do you manage to stay so... cold?” you asked as you began your own warm-up.

Sasuke looked at you again, as if deciding whether to answer. “It’s not cold. Just... efficient.”

“Efficient,” you repeated mockingly. “I know you, Sasuke Uchiha. It’s a façade. And you know it.”

He said nothing, but inside, his thoughts were turbulent. Did you really see him that way? What you said had struck a nerve. He wasn’t just a “cold man” or a machine that only thought about the clan. There was more to him, and for the first time, he felt you were the only one who saw it.

When the two of you began training, the tension between you became palpable. Every movement, every technique, was a blend of challenge, rivalry, and something more... something that was slowly building. However, the most disconcerting thing was the electricity that seemed to flow—a tension neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

Suddenly, as you sparred, Sasuke blocked one of your attacks, causing you to fall to the ground. The air grew heavier, as if everything between you had condensed into that single moment. Sasuke extended his hand to help you up, and as your eyes met, you found yourselves closer than ever before.

“You’ll have to do better if you want to beat me,” Sasuke said, trying to deflect the tension, though his voice was softer, tinged with something he couldn’t quite identify.

Instead of responding with words, you challenged him with a fierce red gaze—the unmistakable Sharingan you both shared. He smiled. Something was brewing between you, something even your egos couldn’t deny.

After an exhausting day of training, you shared a light meal at the mansion. Though both of you were reluctant to show emotions, the dynamic between you had changed. Sasuke couldn’t stop watching you, noticing how you ate, how you smiled, how every small gesture seemed more genuine than the empty moments of his past.

When you both finished, Sasuke stood and walked to the window, gazing at the horizon. The silence in the room was comfortable, something he rarely felt.

You watched him from where you sat, saying nothing for a few moments. Something in the air had shifted.

“You know,” you finally said, breaking the silence. “I... I don’t know if we’ll ever become what the clan expects of us. But maybe, we can try to be something else. Just us.”

Sasuke turned to you, his piercing eyes meeting yours. For a long second, he said nothing. Your heart pounded, feeling the weight of your words. Perhaps you’d ruined things, and he would withdraw again.

Then, suddenly, Sasuke stepped toward you, close enough that your breaths mingled. “Y/N...” he murmured, almost in a whisper.

The world seemed to stop, and you weren’t sure if it was the right moment to continue, to take the next step. But something in his eyes told you that, perhaps, the future wasn’t as uncertain as it once seemed.

Sasuke didn’t move for a long moment, his gaze locked on yours. The tension in the air was palpable, indescribable, something you both felt but neither wanted to admit. Your hearts seemed to beat in sync, and the silence between you turned into something almost sacred.

Taking a deep breath, your hands trembled slightly, though you tried to maintain composure. Should you take the first step? Something inside told you yes. You couldn’t keep ignoring what you felt—not when every fiber of your being yearned for him.

Finally, it was Sasuke who broke the silence, his voice low and husky. “Y/N...” he whispered your name again in a way he never had before. It was soft but carried an emotional weight you immediately recognized. In that moment, it was just the two of you.

Without further thought, Sasuke stepped even closer, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The distance between you closed, and as you looked up, your faces were so close that your breaths intertwined.

“What... what is happening between us?” you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion.

Sasuke didn’t reply with words. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, and in an impulsive act, captured your lips with his.

The kiss was gentle at first, cautious, as if you both feared what would come next. But soon, the tension that had been building for weeks—that spark that had always been there but neither dared to acknowledge—exploded. Sasuke pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as you clung to his clothes, seeking more of the feeling only he could give you.

The kiss deepened with urgency, as if everything you hadn’t said before was being conveyed through that single moment. The world disappeared. The clan’s duties, the weight of expectations—all of it faded away. Only the two of you existed, discovering a new feeling, something you’d never experienced before.

When the kiss broke, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads touching, gazes locked. Your heart pounded wildly, as if it had finally found its rhythm.

“This...” Sasuke began, but his words trailed off, unable to find the right way to describe what had just happened.

With a shy but genuine smile, you whispered in reply, “This is just the beginning, Sasuke.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of your words lingering in the air. But the certainty of what you had just shared, of what was growing between you, was clear. It no longer mattered what the clan thought or what the history of your families dictated. From that moment on, the rules had changed.

Now, the story was yours to write.

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mikyapixie · 5 months ago

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I think we all know the rest!!!

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issybee06 · 11 months ago

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Discombobulated

(adj.) emotionally confused or uncertain

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The mission wasn't supposed to go this way. It was a B-ranked mission that took the two teams four days in the middle of the Earth country to complete, and they were just on their way home.

Kakashi should have foreseen this somehow, despite being just a Chunin with no Dōjutsu to see into the future. He still should have been prepared.

They all should have.

The enemy had strung on them when they were at their lowest, chakra exhausted from a previous battle.

Kakashi hadn't seen the man grab you, nor had he seen the blade covered in poison being stabbed into you, all he saw was the expression of pure terror Rin had on her face as she witnessed the scene.

He heard though, the screams of Kushina as she raced to you. The cried of Gai as Genma held him back from running after his sensei. Minatos calls to head to the cottage a mile back.

Now here he was, standing in the doorway of the Cottage as Rin and Kushina frantically tried to save you.

Obito, Genma, and Gai sat on the porch, eyes trained forward in horror. If you died… you'd be the first friend any of them had lost.

Kakashi, he didn't turn away. He watched as Rin, with tears streaming down her face, dug through all her medical bags searching for her antidotes.

He watched as Kushina grabbed a kunai to cut open your shirt and sports bra, and he watched as Minato held your hair back as you leaned over the shitty old kitchen table to throw up your own blood.

Your face, sweaty and flushed from the fever that was beginning to rise. Your pretty eyes that he had caught himself looking at were blinking tiredly. Your hair was wet, stuck to your face and knotted around your head.

Kakashi couldnt look away.

You were still pretty, he thought. Even if you looked like death.

Minato had to force him, pulling him away from the scene as Kushina pulled the fabric from your front, exposing the wound.

“You don't want to see this.”

Good Minato, who despite dealing with three kids in the middle of the war, still tried to keep them somewhat pure from the horrors of this world.

Kakashi, as soon as he turned away, knew you were going to die.

You had been insignificant to him for most of your lives, just another face in the classroom you two had shares.

You were nice, he knew that, but being nice got people killed and he was certain you'd die if you ever got into a battle. Back in the academy, you were quiet, nice, and friendly but insignificant to him.

You had changed since he had graduated before you, and left you to grow.

You turned into a fighter, not as good as Gai but you were above average. You fought with everything, all you had and it impressed Kakashi how much you grew.

Being Kushinas student must have done you some good, because you also held a fire similar to hers.

Maybe that’s why you had rushed to Genma, fighting the enemy that had knocked him out.

Maybe that’s why you had cut the man’s face, scarring him.

Maybe that’s why you were grab by your throat, held down and stabbed with the poison covered blade.

Maybe it was because now you were dying on a rotting table inside of an abandoned cottage in enemy woods.

Maybe it was because you were stupid, rushing to save your friend with no consideration for your life.

Maybe that's why he had grown to love you more than a teammate.

You used to be so insignificant in his life, but now you were everywhere.

*first post, might make this a series!*

#hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #minato namikaze #kushina uzumaki #x reader #obito uchiha #rin nohara #angst #genma shiranui #might gai #heavy angst #tw blood #kakashi hatake x reader

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atlasthegreatest · 3 months ago

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Unbreakable Ties / Kushina Uzumaki x Mikoto Uchiha x Hyuga! Female Reader

I give you, the reader, headcanons about being in a relationship with Kushina and Mikoto.

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

— How did they meet? —

Kushina and Mikoto first crossed paths during their Academy days. Mikoto, always poised and diligent, had already established herself as a prodigy among her peers. Kushina, on the other hand, was the loud and brash “outsider,” constantly trying to prove herself to everyone who underestimated her.

Their initial interactions were filled with tension. Kushina thought Mikoto was a snob, while Mikoto found Kushina’s temper exhausting. That changed one day when a group of older students tried to gang up on Kushina, mocking her for being an Uzumaki and an outsider.

Mikoto, unable to stand the unfair treatment, intervened. Using her impressive Uchiha techniques, she quickly defused the situation and sent the bullies running. Kushina, impressed but unwilling to admit it, blurted out, “I didn’t need your help, but thanks anyway!” Mikoto only smiled, replying, “You’re welcome. Next time, I’ll let you handle it—if you can.”

That moment sparked a friendship, with Mikoto often helping Kushina refine her chakra control while Kushina encouraged Mikoto to let loose and have fun. By the time they graduated, they were inseparable.

Kushina met Y/n during one of her training sessions. Frustrated by her lack of progress with her chakra chains, Kushina was blowing off steam by smashing training dummies in the forest. Y/n, who had been meditating nearby, couldn’t ignore the commotion.

When Y/n approached, Kushina immediately assumed they were there to criticize her, snapping, “What do you want? Here to tell me I’m doing it wrong too?” Y/n, unbothered by Kushina’s fiery temper, calmly replied, “Actually, I think I can help.”

Though skeptical, Kushina reluctantly accepted her guidance. Y/n’s calm, methodical approach to chakra control balanced Kushina’s fiery determination, and after a few hours, Kushina finally managed to stabilize her chains.

Kushina grinned, throwing an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. “You’re not bad, you know that? Maybe I’ll keep you around.” Y/n, used to stoic clan interactions, was both amused and a little flustered by Kushina’s directness.

Mikoto and Y/n first met at a formal event held by their clans. Both had been roped into attending by their respective elders, and neither of them was thrilled about it.

During the event, Mikoto noticed Y/n standing alone, looking just as uncomfortable as she felt. Deciding to offer some company, Mikoto approached and introduced herself. Their conversation quickly revealed their shared dislike for the rigid traditions of their clans and their longing for a sense of freedom.

Y/n admired Mikoto’s poise and subtle wit, while Mikoto was intrigued by Y/n’s quiet strength and sharp intellect. By the end of the evening, they had found a kindred spirit in each other, and Mikoto left with a rare feeling of excitement.

The real magic happened when Mikoto invited Y/n to join her and Kushina for a training session. She thought the two would benefit from each other’s contrasting styles, but she underestimated just how well they’d click.

Kushina and Y/n immediately fell into a friendly rivalry, sparring fiercely while Mikoto watched with amusement. The session ended with all three of them collapsing on the ground, laughing and teasing each other.

From then on, they became a trio, spending more time together both on and off the training field. Over time, their bond deepened, and it became clear to all three of them that their feelings went far beyond friendship.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, Kushina was the first to voice it, blurting out, “I don’t know about you two, but I think we’re pretty awesome together. Like, maybe too awesome. We should just make it official already.”

Mikoto raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that your way of asking us out?”

Y/n, slightly flustered but smiling, added, “I think she’s right, though. We… fit.”

— How did their relationship develop through the years? —

Early Relationship (Teen Tears)

Kushina is the boldest and most impulsive of the trio, often initiating plans and dragging the others along for the ride. She’s the one who first proposes the idea of all three of them dating, exclaiming, “Why not? I love you both!” and refusing to accept any objections.

Mikoto is the calm and diplomatic one, initially worried about how their relationship might affect their clans. But she can’t deny how much she loves the other two. She’s the one who keeps the trio balanced, often soothing Kushina’s fiery temper and encouraging the more reserved Y/n to step out of her comfort zone.

Y/n is the quiet and introspective one, often caught between Kushina’s fiery energy and Mikoto’s graceful poise. At first, she struggles with feelings of inadequacy, wondering if she truly belongs in such a dynamic relationship. But her sharp intellect and unwavering loyalty eventually convince her she’s an irreplaceable part of the trio.

The three often sneak out together for late-night training sessions or long walks under the stars. Kushina and Mikoto love teasing Y/n for being the first one to blush whenever they hold hands or steal kisses.

Their relationship starts as a secret, with only Minato and Fugaku catching on. Minato supports them wholeheartedly, while Fugaku… let’s just say he’s perplexed but respects Mikoto’s choices.

More Settled Relationship ( Young Adult Years)

Once they become young adults, they’ve fully embraced their relationship and have even figured out ways to combine their skills in combat.

Kushina’s fiery nature and chakra chains are complemented by Y/n’s precision and Byakugan, while Mikoto’s Sharingan provides the strategic edge.

They joke about being the ultimate team, calling themselves “The Triangle of Doom.”

Living together is a blend of harmony and chaos:

Kushina insists on cooking but burns things half the time. Mikoto takes over, while Y/n supervises to keep things on track.

Y/n is the most organized, ensuring that their ninja gear and household chores are handled, but Kushina loves playfully disrupting her system just to get a rise out of her.

Their relationship is filled with tender moments, like quiet mornings spent drinking tea together or nights spent laughing and sharing stories from their missions.

— How did their Clans and Friends react to them as a couple? —

The Uzumaki Clan:

They’re thrilled Kushina has found love, but they’re a bit surprised that she’s sharing that love with two other women. After a brief adjustment period, they embrace Mikoto and Y/n as part of the family.

The Uchiha Clan:

They’re much more conservative, and while Fugaku eventually warms up to the relationship, others in the clan gossip behind Mikoto’s back. Mikoto handles it with grace, while Kushina threatens to “teach them some manners” if they don’t back off.

The Hyuga Clan:

Initially, the clan sees the relationship as a threat to tradition. The reader’s stern and respected demeanor eventually wins them over, though the elders are forever skeptical about Kushina’s brashness.

Minato is their biggest supporter, cheering them on and offering advice when needed. Jiraiya, on the other hand, is both curious and flustered, occasionally asking questions that earn him a chakra punch from Kushina.

The Third Hokage was perhaps the least surprised. He had always kept a close eye on promising young ninja, and these three were no exception. When they approached him to make their relationship official and to ensure it wouldn’t cause problems with their clans, Hiruzen simply nodded thoughtfully and said, “As long as this doesn’t interfere with your duties, you have my blessing. Though I do hope you three know what you’re getting into.”

When Tsunade heard the news, she laughed and said, “Now that’s a trio I wouldn’t want to face in a fight. Good for them.”

— How is their dynamic as a couple? —

Kushina loves teasing Mikoto for her “proper lady” demeanor, often coaxing her into relaxing and letting loose.

During a festival, Kushina convinces Mikoto to join a spontaneous dance circle. Mikoto initially resists but ends up enjoying herself as Kushina whirls her around.

Mikoto admires Kushina’s bravery and determination but often has to reel her in when her recklessness gets out of hand.

If Kushina charges into a mission with too much enthusiasm, Mikoto will calmly call her back with a single look.

They share a quiet but deep connection, often enjoying moments of peaceful intimacy—like sitting together, hand in hand, watching the sunset.

Kushina adores how flustered Y/n gets when she’s overly affectionate. She’ll randomly pull Y/n into hugs or pepper kisses on her cheeks just to see her face turn red.

“Come on, don’t be shy! You love me, don’t you?”

Y/n’s calm and analytical nature acts as a balance to Kushina’s impulsiveness. They often strategize together during missions, with Kushina executing plans flawlessly once Y/n explains them.

Kushina loves bragging: “Yeah, this genius over here? All mine!”

Y/n admires Kushina’s ability to light up any room, even if they sometimes have to reign her in when her energy becomes overwhelming.

Mikoto and Y/n share a quiet understanding, often communicating without words. They’re the ones who bring stability to the relationship, especially when Kushina’s antics get out of hand.

Y/n admires Mikoto’s elegance and composure, while Mikoto deeply respects Y/n’s wisdom and determination.

•Mikoto enjoys spoiling Y/n, often brushing her hair or making them tea while they work on clan-related matters.

•“You’re always looking after everyone else. Let me take care of you for a change.”

•They bond over their shared experience of coming from strict clans, often discussing the pressures they’ve faced and how they’ve grown stronger despite it.

•Their relationship thrives on balance:

•Kushina is the passionate initiator.

•Mikoto is the nurturing mediator.

•Y/n is the thoughtful strategist.

•They enjoy quiet evenings as much as exciting outings. Some nights, they’ll curl up on the couch together, sharing stories or reading. Other nights, they’ll be out sparring, their laughter echoing through the training grounds.

•They each have a role in managing their shared home:

•Kushina is in charge of making things lively (decorating, planning fun activities).

•Mikoto keeps the household running smoothly (organizing tasks, ensuring harmony).

•While Y/n ensures everyone stays on track with their goals (training schedules, meal prep, etc.).

— What do they do when they argue? —

Arguments are rare but not unheard of:

Kushina’s temper can clash with Y/n’s reserved nature, especially if she feels Y/n’s not being expressive enough. Mikoto often steps in to help them communicate better.

Mikoto sometimes takes on too much responsibility, trying to be the “perfect” partner, which Kushina and Y/n notice and encourages her to let go of.

Y/n tends to overthink and worry about the relationship’s future, which Kushina dispels with her optimism and Mikoto eases with her reassurance.

Despite any conflicts, their love for each other always shines through, and they never go to bed angry.

— Who is the most affectional between them? —

Kushina is the most openly affectionate, always looking for excuses to hug, kiss, or cuddle. She thrives on physical touch and loves showering her partners with love in public or private.

Mikoto is more subtle but deeply romantic. She expresses her love through thoughtful gestures—preparing their favorite meals, leaving sweet notes, or simply being there when they need her.

Y/n shows love through actions and loyalty. She might not say much, but she’s always the first to notice if one of her partners is upset and will quietly find ways to help.

Bonus:

During joint missions, their teamwork is almost too good, to the point where enemies accuse them of using unfair advantages. “How is this even allowed?!”

Kushina constantly pushes for public displays of affection, much to Mikoto’s embarrassment and Y/n’s shy protests.

One time, Kushina and Y/n pranked Mikoto by switching all her elegant kunai with training ones. Mikoto gets her revenge by rigging both their gear bags with harmless (but incredibly annoying) traps.

They have a legendary reputation in Konoha as the trio who can take on any challenge, but everyone knows they bicker like an old married couple behind the scenes.

#naruto #kushina uzumaki #mikoto uchiha #female reader #kushina x reader #mikoto x reader #polyamourous #headcanons #hyuga clan #uzumaki clan #uchiha clan

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luv-kakashi · 6 months ago

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One of us is dead

"Deep down I've always been reaching for a hand."

Kill. Collect Money. Kill. Collect Money Sold to a bounty hunter organisation, Y/N Uzumaki has known nothing but murder and assassination all her life.

Yet all she wishes for is peace. A world in which she has a purpose. A paradise in which Y/N is stripped of the names Kunoichi Thirteen and Byakuya Princess.

Fleeing from the criminal underworld, a masked man offers her a proposition she cannot refuse. An offer she cannot decline.

Y/N Uzumaki finds refuge in Konoha where she joins Team Two accompanied by Kushina, Shisui and Akira

But, what happens when this very proposition forces her to betray those who have shown her nothing but love and compassion.

Will she follow through with this plan?

Follow this story filled with betrayal, love and heartbreak which is over come with the power of friendship!

(and a plot to do Shisui Uchiha some justice!) (there might even be a little ✨spice✨)

I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. (Except for Akira)

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto uzumaki #naruto fluff #naruto x reader #itachi naruto #itachi uchiha #shisui x reader #shisui headcanons #shisui uchiha #uchiha clan #naruto fanfiction #fanfic #oc #kakashi x reader #kakashi sensei #kushina uzumaki #shisui

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keijidraws · 1 year ago

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For your art request: either a)Tobirama/Minato or b)MinaKushi doing either 1) cuddling in bed or 2)lying on a meadow at night and stargaze. Whatever strikes your inspo, if at all ^^

Hi friend!

Here’s a quick doodle for you. Thank you for the suggestion! ❤️

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animeloverskylarmoon · 1 month ago

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Minato Namikaze - Short Story AU: Chapter 12 - Final

Weekends are nice.

You get a chance to decompress and see Minato in that cute pink apron. You giggle to yourself as you run a few errands. You were just going to stop by a tea shop to try a new flavor, and then you’ll be rushing home.

When you step inside, the sight of those long red locks catches your attention.

“Ah! Kushina-san!”

You smile, and she turns at the call.

“(Y/N)-san!!”

She’s smiling as she walks over.

“Are you here to try the new tea they’ve started to sell?”

You nod eagerly.

“Hai!”

You’re a sucker for tea, especially when they have a new release.

“We should have a cup together.”

You agree happily as you both find a seat and order your tea. Once you’re comfortable, you exchange funny stories and moments. There seems to be a lot of similarities between the brothers.

“I still can’t believe they kept the same name, that’s so ridiculous.”

Kushina laughs in agreement.

“My husband has always been very easy going, so it’s no wonder. I was excited when Mina-kun told us about you.”

You tilt your head.

“Mina-kun?”

She seems to catch the slip.

“Ah, gomen, it’s just a bit confusing referring to them the same way. I had to find ways to differentiate.”

That’s understandable.

Although now you’re curious about her previous statement. Your eyes move to the cup of tea in front of you.

“If I’m being honest, at the beginning I thought he pitied me. Given my background and my family name, love has always been a bit hard for me. I’m impatient and headstrong, and sometimes I say the wrong thing. Minato is the complete opposite. He’s always been laid back and kind, so I assumed he was just trying to ensure that I wasn’t lonely.”

Kushina smiles.

“It seems the both of us have a lot in common.”

You look up.

“A few years ago I joined Konoha University as a faculty member. I was relatively new and basically an outsider. You can imagine that my hair drew a lot of attention.”

Her hands move to her hair, and she strokes it with a warm smile.

“I’ve always been headstrong, willing to weather the problem no matter what. My first few months I was praised for my teaching ethic, as well as my knowledge in multiple fields. My background allowed me to travel to speak for conferences and other important meetings. My ambition made a lot of people envious. I was ostracized by the women in my department, and the men thought I should have just fallen at their feet if they merely spouted a few pretty words.”

You can’t imagine how tough that must have been coming into a new environment.

“Regardless of what was said, I always stood up for myself. I combated every harsh word, every foolish comment with a professional and thoughtful answer. I supposed that just pissed them off more. Especially the men that kept throwing themselves at me.”

She was laughing, and you can’t help but smile.

“There were times that some words were harsher than others, yet I’d just plant a smile. I thought they were being childish. But still I’d even started to resent certain things about myself. My features, my fibrant hair that always brought so much attention. It was the reason I always had to fight.”

Struggles you suppose you could relate to.

“Yet, the more I fought back, the lonelier I got. The entire time I thought no one noticed or cared. On a few occasions, I’d seen Minato. He was well liked and also very skilled, but he’d never acknowledged me or taunted me the way the others did. There were times it looked like he would step in, but he didn’t. I suppose at the time I just thought he didn’t think I was worth the effort.”

Despite what she’s saying, she still wears a warm expression.

“One night we were all invited to a group dinner. The President spent a significant amount of time praising a few of us that had made names for ourselves. I was among those few, so of course it was just another show for the other members. I hadn’t thought much off their looks, at least not at the time. Yet, I supposed I should have been more on guard. One of the men had slipped something into my drink.”

Your eyes widen and you frown.

“THOSE BASTARDS!!”

Your yell draws attention and Kushina laughs when you shrink back into your seat after the commotion.

“That was my exact reaction. I suppose they thought it would make me an easy target. I actually knocked out the two of them when they tried to drag me back to their hotel.”

You sweat drop.

“Even though I’d managed to stop them, there were actually three, and he’d tried to get even. At that moment I was terrified, because I thought that I was truly alone. But I wasn’t.”

The fondness she displays makes your eyes light up.

“Minato stepped in and he helped me. He knocked the guy out with one punch, ya know!”

She lifts her hand boastfully and you laugh.

“After that he helped me get back to my room. He made sure that I was okay, that I was safe, then he called the police and told them everything. Through the entire ordeal I couldn’t understand why he’d helped me. In the past he’d always ignored me. I thought he felt the same as everyone else, but he told me the reason he never intervened is because he knew how strong I was. He respected me, and my skills. My confidence, ambition. The things that I used to feel a bit insecure about, he’d reminded me just how important it was.”

You can’t help but pick out some of the similarities between her husband and your lover.

“At that moment, he was the man of my dreams. After that, I supposed I learned to live those little things. My resilience, my strength, my hair. It was then that I..I fell in love with Minato.”

Your eyes water at the heartfelt story and Kushina giggles.

“So you see, you and I are very similar. Mina-kun has always been very popular wherever he went, I have no doubt that Minato was the same. When Minato and I found each other, he wanted his brother to find the same. He’d always been picky when it came to love. It drove me crazy. At one point I asked him if he was fine just marrying a buffalo given the fact that he’d gone so long without anyone and he said..”

“If it has a strong sense of moral character, I’d be happy to.”

A bead of sweat runs down the side of your head.

“That definitely sounds like something he would say.”

That idiot.

You can’t fight the smile.

“He didn’t just want a relationship for the sake of it. He explained that he wanted a love like we had. Not someone who was just fawning over his looks or what he could do for them, he wanted someone who would see him, who he could see himself with. That’s why the day he came and told us about you, we knew exactly what it was. I was actually quite impressed, he told us you challenged him the second you met him.”

You blush. Suddenly you feel a bit embarrassed.

You remember exactly what you said.

“Listen here, just because you’re some kind of genius it doesn’t mean you’re the best!! I love teaching and I’m going to be the best teacher this school has ever seen, just watch Minato Namikaze!! From here on out we’re rivals!!”

At the time he’d clearly been taken by surprise, but he’d just given you a smile.

“I look forward to being your rival, Senju-san.”

Back then you really thought he was just messing with you, trying to throw you off.

“Love like we have, not many people have it. That’s why I’m always grateful.”

You can’t help but agree.

Your trip with Kushina ended on a good note. By the time you make it back home, you feel all warm and fuzzy. Minato lifts his head when he hears the door close.

“Senju-san, how was the tea?”

He’s wearing that smile, as well as the adorable pink apron and your heart leaps.

“Senju-sa-”

“I love you Minato!”

It’s a bit of a yell. Your heart is racing and your face is certainly red. You look away.

“I-I just thought you should know..”

You mumble.

Minato smirks, walking over to you.

“Ne, I didn’t hear you Senju-san, can you say it again?”

You puff your cheeks.

“I-I said that I-”

He kisses you before you can finish the statement, and you realize that once again he’s bested you. He pulls away with a grin.

“I love you too, Senju-san.”

This man is going to be the death of you.

#minato namikaze #humor #teachers #teaching #kushina uzumaki #fluffy #care #understanding #minato x reader #naurtoau #feelings #trust #love #fluff #cute

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meerasenju · 1 year ago

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A new chapter of Black Orlov🖤

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Naruto, Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Reader, Hatake Kakashi/Original Female Character(s), Namikaze Minato/Uzumaki Kushina, Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sarada/Uzumaki Boruto, Jiraiya/Tsunade (Naruto), Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Namikaze Minato, Tsunade (Naruto), Yamato | Tenzou, Uzumaki Kushina, Jiraiya (Naruto), Sai (Naruto), Uchiha Obito, Nohara Rin, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Drama & Romance Summary:

A cursed stone flips the life of a common girl.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #minato namikaze #kushina uzumaki #naruto #ao3 fanfic #hokage kakashi #rokudaime

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itamis-multi-muses · 11 months ago

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The Twin Jinchuriki

Y/N! Uzumaki - Jinchuriki x Sasuke Uchiha

{This story uses the reader’s name, but the reader is Naruto’s non-identical twin sister, so I have given the reader Kushina’s red hair and Minato’s blue eyes. ALSO shoutout to @the-fictional-wife for inspiring this story!}

13 Years Ago:

The Nine Tailed Fox snarls and roars loud enough to shake the ground, Minato and Kushina steady themselves as they hold their newborn babies in their arms.

“M-Minato… What are we going to do?” Kushina weakly asks her husband, rocking her blonde son as she speaks to soothe him.

Minato contemplates the possible outcomes of this situation, but they all end badly.

“I need you to run. Take our children with you-“

“No! Minato, I won’t leave you!” Kushina argues and stands her ground as angry tears well up in her green eyes.

The blonde Namikaze man groans in frustration and locks eyes with the orange beast.

“Kushina… I’ll seal half of the Nine Tailed Fox inside of myself and the other half in Y/N. I know it may seem harsh, but our daughter is strong, just like her Mother.”

The Red-Hot Habanero whimpers at Minato’s words and sobs softly. How could parents do something like this to their own children? How could she place this kind of burden on her newborn babies, especially their daughter? Kushina had to push those thoughts aside and place focus on protecting the Leaf Village and everyone in it.

“Alright, let’s do this before it’s too late.”

The 4th Hokage prepares the ritual and places his red-headed daughter in the centre. Her twin, which they named Naruto, lays closely outside of the ritual circle.

“To my children…” Kushina’s strained voice began to speak to the defenceless babies as Minato completes the final touches of his Reaper Death Seal.

“… I want you to grow up strong. Eat your vegetables and don’t be too picky. Always stand by each other’s side and take care of one another. I wish that I could be there to watch you both grow up, but… Your Father and I will see you again one day.”

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The Present Day:

“Naruto, come on! We’re gonna be late! Not only did I set your alarm for you, but I tried to wake you up three times on my own! I swear, you could sleep through a typhoon!”

I peg Naruto’s ninja headband at him, which hits him directly in the face.

“20 points for Y/N Uzumaki! Hah!”

“You’re so dead!”

Naruto jumps out of bed and chases me around our shared apartment, laughing playfully.

“Are you two finished?”

A familiar voice draws Naruto’s and my’s attention towards our window, where we notice our Sensei and teammates watching with both annoyance and amusement.

“Sorry, Kakashi Sensei! Naruto slept in AGAIN. Didn’t you, you knucklehead?”

I headlock my blonde brother and give him some classic sibling affection. A good ‘ole noogie.

“Naruto, you are SUCH a pain. If it was just me, Sasuke and Y/N, maybe we’d be on time for once!” Sakura groans and rolls her eyes.

I blink a few times to process the words that just came out of her dirty mouth before snapping back.

“Naruto is NOT a pain, Sakura. You just wish that you could have an awesome brother like him.”

Sakura scoffs and crosses her arms, much to the amusement of our other teammate, Sasuke Uchiha. Huh, a genuine smile. Well, half a smile, anyway.

Naruto shoots me a grateful look before throwing on his ninja attire, then, the five of us set off for another adventure as Team 7.

(Hello beautiful readers! I was hesitant to post this first part of my new story, but I’d like to hear what you guys think of it! I’ve had writer’s block the last few days, so it has been a STRUGGLE. Thanks for reading!)

- Itami 🌸

#naruto #sasuke x reader #jinchuriki #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto headcanons

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dark-konohagakure2 · 9 months ago

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Kushina forcing her daughter to suck her pussy and ass while she makes dinner? 🥺

tw: incest, parent/child, dubcon, pussy eating, rimming, mommy kink, praise, grooming

All characters depicted are 18+

Kushina is a very dedicated housewife, she wants her dearest Minato to have a clean home and warm meal to come back to, but sometimes she needs some help with that. Luckily for her she has the sweetest and most helpful little daughter in the world.

Minato is a great lover in the bedroom, but he can't always be home, so Kushina sometimes has to rely on her daughter to get some release. She's usually reluctant to do such dirty things to her own mother, but Kushina is surprising good at talking people into things despite her red-hot temper.

Kushina will be cooking dinner for the whole family while her daughter is on her knees underneath her, using those cute little lips of hers on her mother's perfect holes, eating out her pussy and ass while Kushina occasionally moans in pleasure and praises her sweet little daughter's efforts.

Her daughter is even better at eating her out than Minato is, much to Kushina's delight, so she'll have her daughter do it for her almost every time the two of them are home alone and the boys are out of the house for the day.

"Ohh~! Right there, sweetie..! That's my good girl! You always know just how to make Mommy happy, don't you?"

She's a very loving mother, letting her daughter eat something so very sweet even while Kushina is busy cooking something that's almost just as tasty for the whole family, she's just so generous when it comes to her beloved family.

Kushina will be a bit too busy cooking to pay a lot of attention to her daughter, but she'll be sure to praise her efforts and give some directions on how to pleasure her mother properly.

She can't help but be proud of her daughter's oral skills, her tongue expertly pleasuring her mothers soaked pussy and rim, Kushina is very glad that all that training she gave her in those areas didn't go to waste.

The red haired woman can be as loud as she wants when moaning in pleasure, since her husband and son are out of the house, so Kushina will be very verbal when she's about to climax.

"Good job, honey. Now make Mommy cum one more time before Daddy gets home, and I'll tell him all about what a good girl you've been today..."

Kushina won't tell Minato about their daughter's "skills" unless he outright asks about it, and if he does, maybe the three of them can do some extra special family bonding together next time.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #boruto #naruto smut #naruto x reader #tw.incest #naruto headcanons #headcanon #kushina uzumaki #kushina x reader #minakushi #kushina smut

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cocostyles · 2 months ago

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Do I look like him? — Naruto Uzumaki

pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x fem reader!

word count: 1 k

summary: The daughter of Jiraiya notices how everyone seems to see her father in her.

warnings; little angst, english is not my first language.

The afternoon in Konoha was calm, the sun bathing the streets in its golden light. A beautiful figure with white hair walked through the market, drawing the attention of a few curious onlookers. You were not someone easy to ignore: your elegant bearing, your long hair inherited from your father, Jiraiya, and the intense eyes that seemed to see through people—how could you go unnoticed when you were the only daughter of the legendary Sannin?

You had returned to Konoha after years of living far away. Your father's stories had always surrounded you, a man you almost never saw and didn't feel you ever truly got to know, yet whose shadow you constantly felt breathing down your neck. Since you were little, you had heard rumors, tales about his charisma and, of course, about his relationship with Naruto Uzumaki, the Seventh Hokage.

Naruto was everything you admired. His energy, his smile, and the way he spoke about the people he loved had captivated you since the day you met him. You knew you had also caused that effect on him; it was undeniable that both of you felt something for each other, and the only thing holding you back from advancing was the weight of your father.

Although Naruto didn't try to hide that he liked you, there was something unsettling about the way he looked at you. A mix of nostalgia and sadness that you couldn’t decipher.

One day, while you were training in a secluded clearing, Tsunade appeared to watch you. You had always respected her as your mentor, having known her since you were a child, but there was something more between you two, something you could never explain—Tsunade looked at you as though she saw a ghost, and you were starting to get tired of it.

"Is there something wrong with me?" you asked one afternoon, sitting next to the Sannin on the bleachers of the training field.

Tsunade sighed, placing a hand to her forehead. "Not with you. But sometimes… when I look at you, I can't help but remember someone else."

"My father?"

Tsunade shook her head. "Not exactly. It’s more complicated than that. It's like you’re the answer to questions I could never ask."

You shifted uncomfortably. You knew something had happened between them that was never resolved. Despite it all, you had loved your father, that man who, though you barely remembered, used to take you to the lake when he visited and shower you with gifts, the one who taught you your first summoning. Of course, you had loved him, and his death had brought you great pain. But now, you no longer wanted to be trapped in his shadow, chasing and never reaching a ghost.

That conversation left you unsettled. You didn’t have time to dig deeper because Naruto invited you to join his team for an important mission. It was your chance to prove that you were not just Jiraiya's daughter, but someone capable of forging your own ninja path.

However, while working together, that discomfort resurfaced. Naruto smiled at you and treated you with his usual warmth, but there were moments when he would just stare at you, almost lost in his thoughts.

"Naruto-sama," you said one night while camping, "Is there something you want to tell me? Because I feel like you always look at me as if you’re expecting something from me."

He seemed surprised by the question but didn't deny anything. "It’s complicated, Y/n. Sometimes, I feel like… I already knew you before you got here. Like the universe is showing me something I forgot."

The conversation lingered between you two, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he truly felt a real connection with you or if it was all related to his father. Was she a reflection of Jiraiya? Or was there something more?

Tsunade sought you out after the mission. "Your father had a deep love for many things, Y/n. But one of the few things he regretted was not being here to see how Naruto fulfilled his dreams, and his greatest regret was not having spent enough time with you. And now, every time I see you with Naruto, I can’t help but think… is this what Jiraiya would have wanted? That his daughter found something special in the boy he always admired?"

You understood then. It wasn’t just your physical resemblance to Jiraiya that left everyone confused. It was the way you connected with Naruto, as if you were destined to meet.

One day, while training together, you decided to speak up. "Naruto, I’m not my father. I’m not an echo of him. I am me. And if I stay here, close to you, it’s not because I feel obligated by what you two shared, it’s not because I want to hear about how he was, because I didn’t know him as well as you did… If I stay here, it’s because I want to be here. With you."

Naruto looked at you, first surprised, then slowly, a smile began to form on his face. "I know. And I’m grateful for that. I really like you, not because you’re his daughter… I like everything about you, and what you represent. I admire you so much."

For the first time, you felt like you didn’t have to prove anything, nor fill the void for someone else. You were forging something new, something that was all your own.

And Tsunade, watching you both from afar, felt that the déjà vu in which she saw herself and Jiraiya reflected in Naruto and you finally made sense. The past, unfortunately, could not be changed, but the present was an opportunity to heal.

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mikyapixie · 4 months ago

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🤩🧡NEW NARUTO🧡🤩🤩🧡ILLUSTRATIONS🧡🤩

#masashi kishimoto #Naruto #Naruto Uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #kakashi hatake #Naruto Uzumaki x reader #kushina uzumaki #minato namikaze #shizune #tsunade senju #ino yamanaka #kawaki #kawaki uzumaki #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha

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issybee06 · 5 months ago

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Because…

Part V

Warnings: slow ass burn, cursing, drinking, smoking, discrimination against Uzumakis, discrimination against bastards, Danzo hate forever <3, politics, the council, angst, so slow

Tacenda

(n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

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Senju Risa was a bastard, with no real claim to the Senju name or any wealth or titles that came with it. Her mother, Uzumaki Kamiko ‘seduced’ the Nidaime hokage, her sensei, and got pregnant by him just before his death. After two days of labor, Kamiko died due to complications during the birth, leaving behind an orphan.

That was the claim of Shimura Danzo, and his reason onto why he did not send aid to Uzushiogakure when the sister village was under attack.

Three years ago; the council meeting regarding the inheritance of the Senju clan name and fortune.

Age: 17

I inhale sharply, unconsciously picking at the skin around my nails until it was raw as I sat amongst the clan heads. This was it, the day I would either be made head of the Senju clan or be cast to the side like my mother was. A bastard.

I was a bastard, I knew that from a very early age, and no one ever tried to correct me. “Your parents are not, and never were, married. You are illegitimate to the Takamori clan, your only chance is that the Leaf sees you as a Senju.”

It seemed like the past repeated itself, because years ago my mother was here in this seat at the same age, praying her caretaker and father figure would grant her permission to be the head of the Senju clan.

She was denied.

Inoichi clasped a hand over mine, halting my assault on my nail bed, “ You have no need to worry, (Y/n)-hime…they won’t make the same mistake twice.”

I inhale sharply again, and gulp down my fears. Sneaking a peak, I look up into the rafters of the council room and my heart rate relaxes at the sight of the painted dog mask. If he was here, I think I could handle this.

Hizuzen blew a large cloud of smoke, speaking lowly to the other elders. They were picking my life apart, unraveling the secrets and digging through my past, starting all the way at the beginning.

It was totally unnecessary, and only for show since the Daimyo was here as well. The elder knew everything about me already, but this went deeper than bastards claiming titles, this was about the succession of the Senju clan; the first Hokages clan and the creators of Mokuton:wood style.

I had his blood, and if bred right, my children could have it.

My mother didn’t have it, despite practicing and meditating and praying, she never was able to preform Mokuton. Tsunade never even tried, and now it was too late to find out if any potential children of her would have it. She had swore never to have children, so the fait of my clan was on me.

I…couldn’t do it. I had read the scrolls, done the handsigns, practiced practiced practiced…but no results. I had the roots of the jutsu, water and earth, but not the jutsu.

It was frustrating, knowing I was so close to it but ultimately failing. I had all the right tools, all the ingredients, but nothing came from it. I was my clans last hope, and I was already destined to fail.

“(Y/n)-hime.”

My head snapped up, and I stood, “H-Hai, Hokage-sama?”

His wrinkled eyes creased, and he clasped his hands together in front of his face, “step forward.”

I nod, head to the elders table. I passed through the sitting clan heads, all people who grew up with my mother and/or knew her when she too was here, walking the same path as me.

I bowed to them when I approached and then to the Daimyo, remembering all the lessons the Senseis at finishing school in the capital taught me. If I couldn’t sway the council, I’ll sway the Daimyo.

“The council meeting will begin; the discussion of the succession of the Senju clan and the legitimacy of Senju (Y/n) and Senju Risa will begin.” The Hokage announced, and began going through my documents.

I froze. And Risa…?

I swallow as I began to pick at my thumbnail, I was not only representing my birthright…but my mothers aswell.

“(Y/n)-hime, though you are a direct descendent of Senju Tobirama, your mother was the product of a birth out of wedlock making her a bastard. You are also the product of wedlock, on top of that your father is of an enemy nation, and you were not born in this nation. Do you understand this?”

I nod, “Hai, i do Hokage-sama.”

He hums, “…you were brought here as a child, and became a shinobi to our village, showing your loyalty. You fought on our side in the war, receiving a large flesh wound, and have continued to serve the village well since. You have proven to the council to be of Konoha, despite your…background.”

He sighs, inhaling the tobacco from his pipe before exhaling the smoke, “…Tsunade-hime will never have children, and the bloodline of the Senju did not continue to boys, making you and your mother the last two Senju who can carry your bloodline…Your mother is getting older, making you the last.”

I nod, “I understand, Hokage-sama…”

He nods, “…you understand we can't simply ‘waste’ you're genes, correct? That is why the Daimyo has offered to marry his nephew to you. This will strengthen Konohas ties to the land of fire, and the reputation that befalls you now.”

I tighten my jaw, going over my notes again. None of this was making any sense, nothing was coming together or working. I drumb my fingers angrily on the table, scoffing.

“This is so frustrating.”

Genma looks over my shoulder, and winches, “hey, you chose this profession.”

I huff, leaning on my elbows with my face in my hands.

“I just don’t understanddddd~” I groan out, dragging my hands down my face, “it made sense two days ago!”

He hums, checking his hair out in the reflection of the microwave, “ you were also hungover and running on two hours of sleep two days ago.”

I scoff, looking over at him, “you act as if I’m an alcoholic.”

He raises a brow at me, “you are, and so am I.”

He turn to me, leaning forward slightly with his hands on his heart as he starts to speak slowly, “I. accept. you.”

I throw a pen at him, miss, and he smirks, “you really are off your game.”

“I hope you die.” he chuckles, and fixes his shirt one last time, “how do I look?”

I wrinkle my nose as I take in his appearance, “…you look fine. Got a date?”

“Yeah, you remember that girl from the bar two weeks ago right? Well, we're going to dinner.”

I hum, going back to reading my notes, “oh? Good for you.”

He nods, “yep. One of us has to have game in this house, of course it's me.”

“…im engaged.”

He rolls his eyes, “that doesn't count.”

I scoff, looking over at him again, “well apparently it does.”

“It doesn’t count! You only met him once!”

I roll my eyes, and stand up to stretch. I pick up my scattered notes and shove them into my notebook book, then go to pick up the lunch plate, “it counts, I’m engaged, so technically my game is better because you only have hookups.”

“I have a date tonight!” He yells, and gestures to his fixed up self. I look him over, and place my plate in the washing machine.

“Okay…and?”

He glares, and huffs angrily before walking to the door, “I’m leaving.”

“Use protection, babes.”

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I open my eyes, unclamping my hand in my kneeled position. I gaze sadly at the stone, and brush some frost off the name. The frost bit at my bare hands, but I couldn’t care less as I cleaned the grave.

I should have brought warm water to clean it properly.

“…happy birthday…” I whispered to the name, tracing the carved kanji in the stone. I pour a little Saké in a dish, placing it on the stone before pouring another. I raise my dish, then take a sip.

I felt a familiar chakra sit next to me, and I look over. Kakashi had his head bowed, paying respects to his deceased Sensei. When I was sure he was done, I offer my half drunk dish. He gives me a nod, and pulls his mask down to finish off the Saké. I pear over, noticing that his busted lip was healing.

“…how are you feeling?” I ask softly, almost a whisper. It felt like how it was when we were genin, whispering things on Kushina and Minatos couch after dinner as to not disturb the giggling couple. Back then things were simpler.

Dinner with Kushina was a everyday occurrence when I was in the academy, living with her half time, and when she began dating Minato the duo nights began to be trio. Later, when both adults became senseis, they'd invite their genin for group dinners.

That year after Rins death, and year before the Nine tails, was just Kakashi and I at group dinner.

“…better then I was two weeks ago…had to redo the stitches though.”

I wince, turn towards him fully as he pulls his mask on, “I told you, I didn’t know how-”

“You did fine, I reopened the wound a few days after.” He explained, handing me the dish back.

I frown, nodding in understanding before wiping the last little droplets of the alcohol on my sleave, “…I still think you should have gone to a hospital.”

“…I can’t stand the smell…” he spoke softly, and I nodded in understanding. Smells were more potent for him, even more so as he’s gotten older.

“…you don’t smell like smoke tonight.”

I scoff silently, “…Minato would roll in his grave if he caught me with cigarettes…I’m afraid he’d smite me if I even smell of it.”

He chuckled at that, a sad noise, and yet my heart squeezed slightly. I was glad I could at least amuse him, even on this solemn day.

“…I remember he was so angry the first time he caught you smoking with Asuma, I had never seen him so mad.”

I huff, smiling, “…wouldn’t stop scolding me…I can still picture his angry face.”

I could see the outline of his smile, and stood up. He offered he hand, and I took it. We both bowed to the grave, saying our farewells.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, walking next to me as we made our way out of the cemetery. I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself as we walked. It was getting late, and the sun was just setting behind the tree tops.

I bite my lip, not wanting him to disappear yet. Kakashi was like a fleeting moment, his presence was scarce and you never know when you’d see him again.

“…Kakashi…?”

He hums, looking over with his dark eye. I look to the side, and stop walking.

“…Genma is on a date tonight…and I was wondering if you’d want to grab some dinner…for Minatos memory.”

His jaw tightened lightly, and I felt my heart sink before he nodded.

“…why not?”

I smile in relief, “great!-I mean, great…how about Ichiraku?”

“I was thinking the BBQ place.”

Oh?

The BBQ place…wasn’t anywhere Minato took us…I don’t think it was even built yet.

“Sure, we can do that…”

He nods, walking ahead. I jog a bit, catching up with him. I glare at him slightly, cursing how tall he had gotten. As children, he had been small and shrimpy. It was almost comical, this tiny silver haired kid scolding you as if his ego matched his height, but now it probably did.

He wasn’t as tall as Asuma, standing at a good 5’11, and wasn’t as built as Gai, but I could see why so many girls wanted him. He had always held an aura, an air of cool that both pissed me off as a kid and intrigued me.

Rounding the corner, the restaurant was in sight and I slowed my pace to a comfortable walk. When we step into the restaurant, we both silently agree to get a booth closer to the back away from the other people. More so for the quiet, and for Kakashi. His reputation, both good and bad, was starting to steadily climb and I had seen him get corned before by noisy civilians and shinobi alike.

I slide in ungratefully, and Kakashi calmly sits down. He turns the hot top on, and we wait for a serve to come round. I hover my hand over the heating top, trying to warm myself.

Kakashi leans into his seat, sighing as he rolls his shoulders back. I could hear a slight crack, but didn’t acknowledge it. When the server, a young man around our age, came round I laced my fingers and looked up at him politely.

He smiled, “what would you two like this evening?”

I side-eyed Kakashi, who looked over at me with his usual bored expression, and smiled to the server, “beef, tomato’s and eggplant if you have any.”

He nods, and writes it down before walking away.

Kakashi gives me a strange look, “eggplant?”

“I know you like it, I thought you’d appreciate the gesture.” I mumbled, picking at my fingers. His eye softens, almost unnoticeably, but I could see it. After years of only being able to read factual expressions by half his face, then a fourth, id learned to see every movement.

He nods, and looks down finding the table interesting all of a sudden. I wince, this was going great…

I couldn’t remember the last time Kakashi and I had gotten dinner just us two, after not speaking for a year after the nine tails then another two years after the arranged engagement was announced, we just never got around to talking…this year was truly interesting.

The food was placed on the table, and I pick up a piece of beef to cook with my chopsticks. I watch it cook, turning it when one side got too dark.

“…how’s the assignment going?” He asks so quietly I almost miss it.

I look up, noticing he was cooking eggplant.

“…we’ve figured out the ingredients…now we just need to make an anti poison…Ibiki is trying to figure out who created the poison.”

He nods, slipping his mask down just enough to pop the piece in his mouth, “…my team is traveling to the last known place in Kumo…we’re leaving this weekend.”

Oh.

“Oh…good luck.”

He nods, and we both go silent again. This was…awkward. It was so hard to talk to Kakashi, he was so closed off and short with anyone and everyone. Even as kids he was distant, but at least he talked. He was a snippy child, always talking down to people and making himself look better. Over time, he just got quiet.

I continued to eat silently, every now and then looking up to see if he was still there or had disappeared. He was so quiet when he ate, when her breathed, when he moved, almost like I was imagining him in front of me. I was half convinced the server would come over and ask me why I was talking to myself.

Kakashi placed his chopsticks down, signaling that he was finished. He sat silently, waiting for me to finish my food with no rush. He closed his eye, resting in the booth with no worry or care.

He probably hasn’t been sleeping again, I thought frowning softly, and placed my chopsticks down as well. I laced my fingers, resting my mouth on my hands.

“Thank you…” I say softly, and he hums without opening his eye.

“…do you visit them often?”

I frown, looking up at him with confusion in my eyes. His eye was open now, sad and haunted, “…the graves.”

I lick my lips, feeling they were suddenly chapped, “…not as much as I’d like too…”

He nods, “…yeah…me too.”

I take the Saké out of my bag, taking a sip from the bottle. I raise it to him, and he takes it with a nod. He pulls his mask down a little, takes a sip and coughs, “w-what is this?”

I smile, “…it’s the good stuff from the capital.”

He makes a face, coughing again and handing it back to me, “gift?”

I nod, siping, “I’ve been saving it for Minato-senseis birthday.”

He nods, and shakes his head when I offer again, “ he’d like it.”

I hum and slip the bottle back into my bag when the server came with the check. I reach for it, completely prepared to pay after dragging him to dinner, but he beats me to it. I furrow my brows at him, and he pays me no mind as he leaves the money on the table.

“Coming?”

I stand, still confused why he paid. I was the one who invited him, I should be the one to pay than right?

We walk out, and I wrap my arms around myself.

“Whyd you pay?”

He hummed, looking over at me, “was I not supposed to?”

“Yes! I asked you to dinner! I should have paid!” I stress, huffing at him. He scoffs, his hands slipping into his pockets, “just accept it as a show of good faith. I picked the place, I should pay anyway.”

I frown, my cheeks reddening from both frustration and embarrassment. He looks over and his jaw tightens slightly, and I could hear him swallow.

I go to protest at him again, but he just raises his hand.

“…we can just say you owe me next time.”

Then he's turning away, walking down the dark street leaving me with a flushed expression and my heart stuttering to make sense of his words.

Next time…

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Kakashi and I were sitting on the couch in Minato and Kushinas apartment after a small group dinner. I was admiring how Minato would hug Kushina from behind, making her giggle as he whispered sweet things in her ear.

I sigh dreamily, my head resting on my chin. Kakashi scoffed, his arms crossed over his new anbu uniform as he sinks deeper into the couch.

“Why are you sighing like that?” he snapped, raising a brow at me. I look over at him, a soft smile on my lips, “its romantic…”

He rolls his visable eyes, looking away from me, “its sickening to watch.”

I glare, turning to face him, “sickening? They're in love!”

He looks back at me with a deeped expression, “really? I couldn't tell.”

I huff, raising my chin high, “I pity the person you marry, you clearly are not a romantic. If you were, you’d understand.”

He glares, and turns away, but I wasn't done, “when I get married, I want my spouse and I to be just as in love as Minato-sensei and Kushina-nee. I want to dance in the kitchen at 3 in the morning and giggle about inside jokes and talk with our eyes and have soft moments that are only meant for us. I don’t just want a spouse, I want a best friend. I think it’s more romantic if you fall for your best friend, then you know they want you cause they’ve seen all your flaws.”

I sigh dreamily again, as any 15-year-old girl would as she sillily dreams of a future of love, and go back to admiring the happy couple as they stay close to one another.

Unknown to me, Kakashi was also admiring something silently with the same love sick expression I wore…but back then I didn’t know it was me.

#kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #slow burn #anti danzo #minato namizake #kushina uzumaki #genma shiranui #konoha #anbu kakashi x reader

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narutoandanimearemyheart · 4 months ago

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Hello!

Welcome to my blog! I am an anime lover and I mainly write for Naruto. I can write for some other fandoms, I’ll write for Sailor Moon, Suzume, Madoka Magica, Howls Moving Castle, Spirited Away, and some Korean Manwha’s. My favourite is the otome isekai genre.

This is a SFW blog only. Do not request any NSFW or I will block you. I don’t write abusive relationships, extreme gore, no big age gaps, hardcore yandere, no gross stuff whatsoever. NO DARK CONTENT ALLOWED.

Things I Do Write: Fluff, Angst, Platonic Family/Parent x Child Reader(had to specify platonic WHICH ALL FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD BE but tumblr has gotten to the point that a lot of disgusting stuff is being normalized)

I enjoy writing fluff, angst, and crackhead stuff.

My top 10 Naruto characters are

Hashirama Senju!!

Madara Uchiha

Naruto Uzumaki

Minato Namikaze

Mito Uzumaki

Kushina Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Obito Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha

Ino Yamanaka

Naruto Characters I mostly write for(aka can write most well)

Naruto Uzumaki

Sakura Haruno

Sasuke Uchiha

Hashirama Senju

Tobirama Senju

Madara Uchiha

Izuna Uchiha

Obito Uchiha

Itachi Uchiha

Hinata Hyuga

Tsunade

Indra Ōtsutsuki

Asura Ōtsutsuki

Neji Hyuga

Ino Yamanaka

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I also write AU’s.

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luv-kakashi · 3 months ago

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One of us is dead

chapter sixteen - council of sisters

chapter fifteen |

These past few days have been insufferable. Tormented by my thoughts, I've been pacing up and down my room, trying to piece together every rational thought in a futile attempt to solve my... ailment. It's like my mind has betrayed me, spinning in endless circles.

My level of anxiety: through the roof. My heart rate: someone get me some drugs, it's off the charts. My ability to generate a coherent thought: gone with the wind.

Which is exactly how I've ended up here, sat in the cramped booth of Yakiniku Q, with Anko by my side, and Kurenai and Rin seated opposite me, ready to consult this so-called "Council of Sisters" (as Anko so nicely put it).

"So," Kurenai began, leaning forward with her usual composed behaviour, "What's been troubling you?"

I hesitated, staring at the sizzling meat on the grill, feeling the heat from the barbeque and the weight of their eyes on me. "I think you guys did something to me," I admitted quietly, fiddling with the edge of my chopsticks.

Anko snorted, clearly amused. "Did something to you? Like what, brainwashed you into watching sexy espionage?"

Kurenai gave her a look. "Anko, let her finish."

I sighed, trying to gather my thoughts. "Ever since that sleepover, I haven't been able to think straight. My mind just... keeps going back to him."

"Ohhh," Rin chimed in, the soft sound of understanding in her voice. "Him."

I groaned, sinking lower into the booth. "I don't know what it was, but ever since then, everything he does... it's like I can't breathe properly. It's like something clicked in my brain and now it won't shut off."

I felt my cheeks warm as I avoided eye contact, focusing on the barbeque. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about him. And it's driving me insane. One minute, everything's normal, and the next, he's in my head and I'm questioning everything. And I think he knows. He's always so calm and he knows just the right things to say and just says it with no problem whatsoever!"

Anko raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying he's using his Sharingan on you? That sneaky bastard!"

"Do you think Shisui's Sharingan can read my mind?!" I asked in shock as my face dropped.

All three of them watched as panic drowned my face and laughed at my exasperation.

"No, you silly!" Rin comforted as she filled my glass with some lemonade, "Also no one said Shisui's name."

"But you did!" I pointed at Anko accusingly, feeling the heat on my cheeks intensify. "You totally said his name!"

Anko smirked, crossing her arms. "Oh, so Shisui is the one you can't stop thinking about, huh?"

I buried my face in my hands, letting out a groan of frustration. "Ugh, you guys are impossible!"

Kurenai laughed softly, reaching over to pat my arm. "It's okay, Y/N. We're just teasing you. But it's sweet, you know? The way you light up when you talk about him."

"I don't light up!" I protested, peeking through my fingers. "I mean, it's just... Shisui is... he's just..."

"Yup, totally just a teammate," Rin said with a playful roll of her eyes. "You just keep telling yourself that."

I groaned, shaking my head. "It's like he just knows. Every time I feel myself getting flustered, he looks at me like he's waiting for me to say something. And then he smiles—that stupid smile—and I just... I lose it. My thoughts go boom boom and I just can't think."

Anko leaned back with a prideful, shit-eating grin. "So, the sleepover triggered something in you, huh? Must've been the pillow talk, my work here is done."

Rin chuckled softly. "Maybe he might be feeling the same way about you."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "That's the problem. What if I'm reading too much into it? What if he's just being... nice?"

Anko snorted, flipping a piece of meat on the grill. "Nice? Girl, no guy looks at you like that and is just being nice. Trust me, he's into you."

"But what if he just sees me as someone he's responsible for? He probably does all that because he sometimes leads our missions and, well, because he's my superior."

Anko raised an eyebrow and gave me a look that clearly said she wasn't buying it. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "That man is way too attentive for it to just be about 'responsibility.'"

Kurenai nodded in agreement, a calm smile on her face. "Y/N, I understand why you'd think that. Shisui is a natural leader, but there's a difference between being a good teammate and... well, you know, giving you butterflies, carrying you all the way here from the Land of Frost, going out of his way to hear your opinions on how a mission should be done and stuff."

I bit my lip, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over me. "But what if it's all in my head? I don't want to make a fool of myself and ruin everything. What if he really just sees me as someone to protect?"

Anko laughed, flipping another piece of meat. "Girl, the only fool you're gonna make of yourself is by not realizing how head over heels he is for you. Superior, my ass. That Uchiha is as subtle as a fireball jutsu in a rainstorm. You've seen his body flicker jutsu right? Almost every shinobi in the 5 great nations knows about it."

"Seen it and felt it first hand," I confessed as I stuffed my mouth with a piece of barbequed meat, hoping that swallowing the meat would somehow get rid of these thoughts.

"What do you mean you felt it first hand?" Rin asked, her quizzical eyes focusing on me.

"We had to retrieve a stolen scroll during our last mission, and to make sure that we wouldn't have it stolen again, I sealed it inside of me using a specific fūinjutsu from my clan. Only catch was that I had to body flicker with him," I muttered as the blush that already painted my cheeks deepened at the memory.

The feel of his body so close to mine, his hot breath on my neck as he forced me to meet his gaze... the memory is etched so clearly in my mind sending electrifying signals down my body.

Rin softly chuckled before breaking out into a giggle. "So you two got all up in each other's personal space? Say, did he wrap an arm around you? Around your waist? Did he hold you tight and whi-"

Rin's delusional monologue was soon interrupted by loud and harsh wails from my side as we watched Anko burst into tears.

"Oh goodness Anko are you okay? Did you burn yourself?" Kurenai asked as she frantically examined Anko.

"You're telling me that stupid, pervy wervy Uchiha managed to fondle you before I could," Anko cried, snot and tears leaking from every pore on her face, "I'm so heartbroken."

"Anko!" Kurenai and Rin shouted simultaneously as they threw tissues at Anko's face.

Rin offered me a gentle smile. "Sounds like he wasn't being just nice to you. I think he might be into you. Imagine if Kakashi did that to me," Rin giggled, blushing at the thought of Kakashi holding her close to him.

Kurenai leaned in, her red eyes soft with understanding. "Maybe he's waiting for you to make the first move. Shisui is confident, but he's also cautious and calculating, especially with something like this."

Anko continued to cry as tears streamed down her face. "Oh, come on. What's the worst that could happen? You confess, he confesses, and boom—you're the power couple of Konoha. Easy. And I am left all abandoned, walking the streets of Konoha like a spinster all because you left me for a man with a dick... tell me is that all I need to win you over?"

"Anko! You are a whole different problem," Rin chuckled as we watched Kurenai walk over to our side of the booth, with a pair of chopsticks in hand.

Anko's eyes widened in surprise as Kurenai silenced her with a few pieces of beef. She chewed dramatically, waving her hands around in mock protest, but the rest of us burst into laughter.

Rin shook her head, still chuckling as she leaned back against the booth. "Sometimes, I wonder how we've survived all these years with you, Anko."

Kurenai sat back down, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Well, at least now there's some peace. But seriously, Y/N, what Anko said—minus the dramatics—isn't completely wrong. You'll never know unless you take a step forward."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their words. "It's just... complicated, you know? What if I ruin everything by telling him?"

Rin tilted her head, her soft gaze locking with mine. "But what if you don't? What if, by holding back, you miss out on something beautiful?"

Anko finally swallowed the piece of beef and, with her mouth finally free, leaned forward. "Exactly! And even if he doesn't feel the same, my door and legs are always open for you!"

"Right, that's it. Next meeting for the council of sisters will be a vote to kick Anko out the group!" Kurenai stated dead-panned as she ignored Anko's protests.

"You guys could never replace me! I'm one of a kind," she argued as she turned her cheek to stare out the window.

"I mean a filing cabinet would be less vulgar and perhaps even more useful than you," I retorted having had enough with my thoughts and my stupid feelings about stupid Uchiha and the stupid butterflies he gives me.

"I agree, we'd even get a peace of mind," Rin chuckled.

"Just you wait until one day, one of you gets your heart broken by some man who crawled his way onto earth and realise that there's no one there to comfort you but a stupid filing cabinet who can't even give you sad breakup sex!" Anko argued as she sunk into her seat, pouting as she watched the three of us laugh at her dramatic flair.

The weight of my feelings hung in the air as the laughter, and suddenly, the laughter from earlier felt distant and hollow. I couldn't bare to meet any of their gazes, so I stared at the table, twisting my fingers as the realisation dawned upon me.

I'm an imposter. They don't know the real me. Shisui doesn't know the real me. He has fallen for lie.

"Anyways! Enough about me and my warring love problems." I said, bringing myself out of my thoughts. Anko, Kurenai, and Rin exchanged glances, their expressions growing serious as the mood around me shifted. I could feel it—something unspoken hung in the air between them, and it set off alarm bells in my head.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice tinged with unease. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Kurenai was the first to speak, her tone gentle but firm. "We've known you long enough to see when something's really bothering you, Y/N. And it's not just about Shisui, is it?"

Anko leaned in, her usual playful demeanor absent. "Yeah, you've been off lately. I mean, you're always moody, but this is different. What's going on? Spill."

I hesitated, the walls I had so carefully built threatening to crumble under their concerned gazes. How could I tell them? How could I let them in on the truth—the secret that could destroy everything?

Rin, who had been quiet until now, placed a comforting hand on mine. "Y/N, we're here for you. No matter what it is."

My heart twisted, torn between the need to protect them from the truth and the overwhelming urge to confide in someone, anyone, about the weight I carried. But how could I explain the real reason behind my sleepless nights and anxious thoughts? How could I tell them that I was a spy in their midst, here to betray Kushina sensei and everything Konoha stood for?

I swallowed hard, forcing a chuckle in a weak attempt to lighten the mood again. "It's really nothing, you guys. Just... overthinking stuff. You know me."

I slipped a piece of barbequed meat in my mouth, chewing on it agonisingly slowly as I washed it down with my drink hoping that the conversation would move on from me.

"Anko, this is your redeeming moment. Tell me everything about Rin and Kurenai's love lives." I retorted as I glanced over at Anko. I longingly gazed at her and crossing my arms in the process, giving her a good view my best 'ass'n'tits', just how she taught me.

Anko burst into laughter, nearly choking on her drink as she caught sight of my exaggerated pose. "Oh, Kami, Y/N, you're really going for it, huh?" She wiped away a tear, her signature grin spreading across her face.

"Well, you taught me how to use my assets," I quipped back, batting my lashes as I struck another ridiculous pose. "Now spill the tea, Anko. Rin and Kurenai have been dodging my questions for weeks!"

Rin and Kurenai both rolled their eyes, but I could see the faint blush rising in their cheeks.

Anko leaned in dramatically, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, you have no idea, Y/N. These two? A mess. But it's juicy." She shot a mischievous look at Rin and Kurenai, who were both staring daggers at her.

"Anko, don't you dare—" Kurenai started, but Anko cut her off with a wave of her hand.

"Too late, Kurenai! Y/N has spoken, and I must deliver the goods!" Anko smirked. She pointed her chopsticks at Rin. "This girl over here has been crushing on Kakashi for years! She thinks that by giving him a first-aid box is equal to confessing her love for him. News flash! It isn't! You must spell it out in the air!"

"And Kurenai," Anko continued, ignoring Kurenai's glare, "has a certain someone who keeps showing up during her training sessions, trying to impress her with his fancy Ninjutsu moves. I swear, it's like watching a peacock strut. But you know what, at least her man is spelling it out in the air for her. Asuma makes it so obvious that he's into you," Anko said as she finally took a breath from her monologing.

Kurenai continued to stare daggers at Anko as the blush deepened across her cheeks.

"See, it's not so fun when its your love life that gets thrown onto the table," I scoffed as I teasingly mocked Kurenai.

"Ha ha," Kurenai mocked back. She quickly downed her drink before refilling her cup and downing the second. "I too have something that has been bothering for some time now... Asuma asked me out on a date."

Anko nearly spat out her drink in shock, her eyes widening as she looked between Kurenai and the rest of us. "Asuma Sarutobi, the son of the Third Hokage, finally asked you out on a date?!" she exclaimed dramatically.

Kurenai gave a sheepish nod, her face turning a deep shade of red. "Yes, that Asuma," she muttered, clearly flustered by the attention.

Rin leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And what did you say?" she asked, practically on the edge of her seat.

Kurenai sighed, rubbing her temples. "I... haven't given him an answer yet. I wasn't expecting him to ask me out. We've been friends for so long, and now I don't know how to feel about it."

Anko smirked, leaning back in her seat. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone's about to level up from friendship to romance. This is big news, Kurenai. You can't just leave us hanging like that!"

I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hands. "So, are you going to say yes?"

Kurenai's eyes flicked from me to Rin, her internal conflict clear on her face. "That's the thing. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have. But at the same time... maybe it could be something more. It's just—what if it changes everything?"

Anko snorted. "Oh, please. It's Asuma! He's already head over heels for you. You'd be crazy not to give it a shot. Life's too short to be tiptoeing around this stuff."

Rin nodded thoughtfully. "Anko's right. You should do what feels right for you. But... if there's a small part of you that wants more with him, it's worth exploring. You'll never know unless you try."

Kurenai smiled softly, her resolve seemingly strengthening. "I guess you're right. I'll give it some more thought... but I think I'll say yes."

We all cheered, raising our drinks to Kurenai. "To Kurenai and Asuma!" Anko declared, her voice booming in the restaurant as we clinked glasses.

Late at night, when the village of Konoha was still and quiet, I found myself wide awake, torn between the warring thoughts that refused to leave me in peace. Every breath felt like a betrayal, every step a reminder that I didn't belong here.

I was an imposter.

Kushina sensei, the woman who took me in, who treated me like family, trusted me with her life and the lives of our teammates. And yet, I carried a dark secret that I could never share—the masked man's orders, the mission that had brought me here in the first place. I was in Konoha for one purpose: to betray her. To betray them all.

The weight of that knowledge sat heavy in my chest, suffocating me at times.

How could I continue to pretend that I was one of them, knowing what I had to do? Knowing that at any moment, everything I'd built here could be destroyed in an instant?

But then there was Shisui.

The thought of him brought both a smile to my lips and a sharp pang of guilt to my heart. He was everything I wasn't—loyal, honorable, brave. And Kami, he made me feel things I didn't think I was capable of feeling. The way his eyes lit up when he smiled, the way he always seemed to know what to say to ease my mind, the warmth of his presence that calmed the chaos inside me, even if just for a moment.

These feelings for Shisui—the warmth, the affection... when the truth was that I wasn't supposed to feel anything at all. I wasn't supposed to care. I wasn't supposed to let myself get this close.

And yet, I had.

Against all my instincts, I had let my guard down, and now I was falling for him.

But how could I ever be with him, knowing what I was hiding? Knowing that at any moment, I might have to turn my back on everything, on him, to fulfill the masked man's twisted desires? I couldn't tell him the truth—it would destroy everything. It would destroy Kushina sensei and Akira too.

Deep down, I know that I have walked into a trap of my own making.

Shisui has fallen for a lie and the longer I stay here, the harder it is to keep up the charade.

The thought of hurting Shisui, of him looking at me with those dark eyes full of betrayal, made my heart twist in ways I didn't think possible. I wanted to believe I could have both—a life with Shisui, a life here with Sumire—but deep down, I knew it was a lie.

I wasn't meant for happiness. I was a pawn in a game much bigger than me, and no matter how much I wanted to fight it, how much I wanted to stay... I couldn't.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- This chapter is undoubtedly one of my favourite chapters so far! I love the dynamic between Y/N, Rin, Anko and Kurenai. Sorry for the slow update, I'm on exam leave right now and I can't believe a whole semester is over just like that😭.

But all sweet things are never bound to last. It is a mere fleeting distraction from the despair and the morose world around us as Y/N slowly comes to term with her true role of being in Konoha in the first place.

What will she do? How can she save Kushina without sacrificing Sumire?

And as the age old adage reminds us that Blood runs thicker than water, surely the answer is plain and simple.

But what happens when her heart beats for him?

Loving you always, Suri🎀

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