#mikoto x fugaku

[dark-konohagakure2]

Mikoto teaches daughter-reader how to please her future husband using Fugaku as a example

tw: incest, parent/child, dubcon, misogyny, training, cock worship, praise, age difference, kissing

All characters depicted are 18+

Mikoto absolutely adores her only daughter, sometimes even treating her like a mini me, so when her daughter finally becomes an adult, she feels it's her duty to teach her how to please her future husband, and there's no one better to help Mikoto train their daughter than her beloved husband Fugaku.

Fugaku is of course a very willing participant, wanting his daughter to be prepared for whatever demands her future husband might have, and Fugaku himself is a very stern husband and father, so he's perfect for training her.

Mikoto is better at teaching their daughter things like cooking and cleaning, while Fugaku is better at teach her the physical side of serving a man. He'll teach her kissing first, dominating her inexperienced tongue with his own, showing her just how her future husband will want to be kissed.

Eventually things will progress from kissing to actual lewd acts, putting his daughter on her knees and making her watch while Mikoto sucks and licks his cock, having his daughter join in and pleasure him alongside her mother.

"That's my girl, now just follow your mother's lead... She knows exactly where I like to be touched, so you better pay close attention..."

Mikoto will show her just where to lick and kiss on Fugaku's cock, knowing exactly where her dear husband is sensitive, she'll take the lead initially before having her daughter use her own mouth on her father, trying to follow her mother's example.

Eventually Mikoto will trust her daughter enough to let her take the lead in pleasuring Fugaku, letting the younger Uchiha use her oral skills to please her father, she'll occasionally lend her daughter a hand if she's struggling too much with the task.

The sight of his beautiful wife and daughter both on their knees for him and servicing his cock is too much for the Uchiha patriarch, and Fugaku ends up having an intense orgasm from the stimulation, making sure to praise both of his girls as he does.

Mikoto will praise her daughter for a job well done, cleaning the cum and pubic hair off her daughter's face and telling her how good of a wife she'll be for some very lucky man in the future.

"Good job, dear. I just know you'll make a great wife one day... Maybe next time I'll even let you watch me and your father together, wouldn't that be nice?"

These little "lessons" will go on for quite some time, their poor daughter is just so inexperienced and naive, so she'll need her mommy and daddy for guidance and support.

[ladykissingfish]

*18-year old Naruto going to Sasuke’s house for dinner*

Sasuke: Such a long walk out here … but I guess it helps us build an appetite for dinner, eh?

Naruto: True.

Sasuke: Mom’s really excited that you’re coming, you haven’t been able to come in so long. Her and Itachi have been in the kitchen all —

*Naruto abruptly lets go of Sasuke’s hand as they come within view of the house*

Sasuke: Hey … why’d you do that?

Naruto: Don’t want him to see …

Sasuke: Him? Oh, you mean Madara?

Naruto: Yeah. I’m pretty sure your grandpa hates me, dattebayo.

Sasuke: He’s not my �� he doesn’t —- well okay you’re probably right. But to be fair he hates pretty much everyone.

Naruto: He doesn’t hate you …

Sasuke: No, and I can’t really figure that out. But Itachi thinks that maybe it’s because I remind him of his brother Izuna.

Naruto: Whatever the case, I know he thinks I’m not good enough for you, Sasuke. Last time you left us alone he called me “an inferior carrier of the Uzumaki genes” and insulted Kurama so bad I almost lost control of him!

Sasuke: You think that’s bad? Obito brought Kakashi over two nights ago because Kakashi wanted his permission to “court” Obito, right? He didn’t even get the words out before gramps tried to impale Kakashi with his cane. Took everyone in the house to hold him back from trying to take out Kakashi’s sharingan with his soup spoon.

Naruto: Wait … does he expect that? Like, should I have gone to him for permission to date you??

Sasuke: He expects a lot of things as the clan elder. But we’re already dating. Asking “permission” seems a bit unnecessary.

Naruto: It’s unnecessary but like you said, he’s your clan elder. It’s probably a respect thing to him, dattebayo. Okay! It’s too late for it tonight, but next week I’m going to come at him full-force. I’ll wear a kimono and bring gifts for everyone in your family, the biggest present of all will be his. I’ll kneel in front of him and formally ask his permission to marry you!

Sasuke:

Sasuke: M-marry?!

Naruto: Yeah! If he’s gonna try and kill me anyway, I may as well go all the way with it, right?

Naruto: Oooh I know, I’ll do it on Tuesday, my birthday! That way if he says Yes, it’ll be like I’ve gotten that one dream present I’ve always wanted; my Sasuke! *kisses Sasuke*

Sasuke, blushing: A-and if he says no?

Naruto: Then I can be one of those cool people who can say that their birthday and their death-day is the same day, dattebayo. Man, suddenly I’m super hungry. Let’s go! *runs ahead of him to the house*

Sasuke:

Sasuke: He goes from saying the sweetest thing imaginable to the dumbest shit possible. And the sad thing is I want to marry him more than anything.

[hinakazino]

The Uchiha Princess || Uchiha Family/Child!Reader

Summary: The third born child of the head of the Uchiha Clan, younger sister of Sasuke and Itachi Uchiha. You're the known princess of the Uchiha Clan! (That everyone may or may not have a protective side of.)

Warnings: None! Just Fluff!

mikoto

It was no secret really, Mikoto had really been hoping for a girl! So she was really happy to have you, her little princess.

Literally loves you, gives you the best of care.

Enjoys dressing you up or doing your hair (you look so cute and small in all those mini garments!!)

Honestly worried for awhile how you'd get along with your brothers or the clan, as it was mostly men.

Worries were quickly blown away though, who would dare hurt you?

fugaku

Super nervous dad, he was used to the two boys, yes. But a girl? He was already worrying himself over how things would work.

Secretly you’re his favorite, literally held you so softly like you were the most precious baby ever.

You were his precious girl, and he admits he may have spoiled you a bit more than he should've.

Doesn’t like the idea of boys, nope he isn’t agreeing to ANY arranged marriages!!

He also doesn't like admitting it, although he hopes you become a great strong kunoichi. The idea of sending you, of all people into the battle field frightens even him.

obito

The funny cousin, always comes over with treats just for you.

He just can’t stop poking at your chubby cheeks and practically squealed when he saw your stubby legs as you ran up to him.

Always makes sure to scoop you up and tell you plenty of his awful jokes. You love it anyway though! He loves hearing your giggle.

Enjoys closing his eyes as you trace over his scars in awe.

Heart throbs as you pecked his scarred cheek asking him whether he was okay and that you’d make the pain go away.

Literally the sweetest cousin ever, knows exactly what you like and spoils you whenever he is back from a mission.

shisui

The cousin you tell all your secrets to. (Who may or may not be secretly reporting to Itachi about it.)

Loves carrying you on his back, gives him sweet flashbacks of mini Itachi.

Is super dramatic with you, you both are like each others twins. He loves it whenever Sasuke and Itachi walk in completely bewildered at the play you guys have been acting.

You two are also pranksters, who have lots of fun pulling stuff on Sasuke, Itachi, and occasionally best of all, Obito.

Second most at poking at your cheek besides Obito too, vowed to protected you from evil at all costs.

itachi

Your big brother, who greatly inspires and motivates you. He is such a sweetheart!

He honestly has the same fear as his father because his life as a ninja hasn't been a walk in a rosy garden.

Can't describe it, he just loves you. Every time he is with you, he feels at peace.

Has been there for all of your tantrums, he is basically your comfort.

Knows best out of everyone how to take care of you. You're injured? Distract you with food, something you like, etc, to get rid of the pain as he treats you.

Sobbing cause you can't have something? He'll get it for you-- wait no his parents said no so he'll tell you maybe next time to make you forget.

sasuke

Was the most nervous out of everyone.

But greatly adores you because you look up to him, he feels noticed and appreciated whenever he is around you.

You love Sasuke because he understands you the most as you're both similar in age.

Playtime is always fun, and mainly with him. He always tries to bring new games, not just to entertain you both but also to keep you active. He shows his care in different ways!

When he got older he still made time for you, there was always a reserved soft spot for his little sister.

madara

You're his favorite Uchiha kid, and he isn't afraid to admit it.

He lets you play with his hair, he surprisingly didn't mind it. Honestly he loves your awe with it.

You spent a chunk of your time with him anyways since most of your other family members were busy so it wasn't before long you both developed a strong bond.

Out of everyone he deeply hopes you never experience war in your lifetime. He knows from personal experience, and it warms his heart that you're so innocent.

He teaches you a lot of things, madara knows a lot! From weapons and combat, all the way to gardening and game tactics. He's got to spend a lot of time having fun being the retired Uchiha.

© 2023 by Hinakazino, do not translate/edit/claim or use my work in any form.

[izanami383]

Oh, that's just beautiful ❤️🔥🌸

[pinkhairedlily]

pamamanhikan

ss month 2024 | day 9: wedding traditions | ao3

pamamanhikan - (noun) a Filipino tradition where the families of the bride and groom first meet.

They were a weird bunch, standing over unnamed graves at the farthest corner of the town. It rained earlier, the cusp of autumn lingering in the aftermath of the light showers. This was the designated spot, Kakashi said, where everyone can easily forget and forgive.

Despite its remoteness, someone took the time to cut the grass and plant perennial wildflowers, the bare minimum for the excommunicated. Sarada snuggled closer to the breast of her grandmother, still too milk-drunk to watch what was happening.

Sasuke shifted in his feet, unaccustomed still with the presence of Sakura’s parents. He cleared his throat and swept his arm across the grounds. “Well, uh, this is it.”

“I can’t believe they didn’t even put their names. So disrespectful.” Kizashi shook his head in dismay. He glanced at Sasuke briefly. “And I’m not saying this because you’re my son-in-law, but I think everyone who gets on their deathbed wishes to be remembered.”

“Papa,” Sakura whined.

“Ah, let your father speak his mind,” Mebuki said softly, adjusting Sarada against her waist. “Now, Sasuke dear, I think it’s time you make the introductions.”

Sasuke cleared his throat and went to the two highest headstones in the middle. “These are my parents, Fugaku and Mikoto.” Sakura watched him gather his composure. “Mom, Dad, these are Sakura’s parents—Haruno Kizashi and Mebuki.”

Kizashi took out an incense holder and sticks and lit them in between the graves. “Nice to meet you, Fugaku and Mikoto. On behalf of my daughter, I apologize that we only have this meeting of families after their wedding.” He playfully glared at Sakura which she dutifully returned with a tight smile. “I believe we can agree that what they did was more of an elopement and that we agree on a second, more traditional wedding—”

“Papa—”

“---eventually.” Kizashi pulls Mebuki to his side, his hand gently patting Sarada’s head. “Me and my wife, we’re not really from a prestigious family.”

“We’re normies,” his wife suggested. 

Kizashi agreed, “Yes, we’re not a ninja clan, like yourselves although I heard you’re very prolific.”

“Lots of prodigies, very good genes,” Mebuki added, “It shows in his handsome face. I understand why my only daughter has pursued him since they were kids.”

“Very intelligent too.”

“Yes, I agree. Very smart.”

Sakura can only close her eyes in embarrassment. “Mama, not you too. Can you spare me some dignity?”

“Well, Fugaku and Mikoto, he had a good upbringing,” Kizashi grinned at Sasuke who by now was staring at the ground and probably counting the number of bugs that have made their journey across his feet. “Your time here was short, but I’d like to believe some traits are genetic. Like kindness.”

Mebuki nodded. “He’s also very helpful. You must have been good cooks as Sasuke here likes to pass time in the kitchen. He loves making my daughter a variety of dishes.”

“She’s busy at the hospital,” Sasuke interjected in his wife’s defense. He cleared his throat, suddenly aware that he cut off his mother-in-law. “She’s a doctor, Mom.”

“You’re right, and an excellent one at that,” Mebuki replied, “So it’s really a big help that he keeps her full with energy and nourishment. He’s a very good kid.” She turned to Sasuke. “You’re a good kid.”

 Sakura wondered how Sasuke was taking all of these in. Prior to this meeting, her parents really never told her what they thought about him. But calling him a good kid, after all the things he had done, all the crimes he committed, and all the consequences that ensued, must be something foreign to him.

Because it was all true. Underneath that exterior, he was a good kid.

Kizahi placed an arm across Sasuke’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about him, Kizashi and Mikoto. We will do our best to take care of him.”

“We will make him his favorite dishes. Of course, it wouldn’t be like yours, but if it’s something he wants, then we will cook it for him,” Mebuki seconded.

“Don’t you worry about him. We’ll keep an eye out for your only son.”

Sakura saw the slight change in Sasuke’s features. “He has a brother, Papa.”

“Oh you do?” Kizashi removed his hand and pulled away to give him space. Her father must have noticed him tensed up.

Sakura waited for anger, for denial of existence, for the lack of recognition, but maybe it was the time or the presence of the ghosts of his family.

“An older brother. Uchiha Itachi,” Sasuke looked at the older couple, “He doesn’t have a grave here.”

“I see,” Kizashi simply said. “Is he a good brother?”

Sakura reached out for Sasuke’s hand. It was cold, clammy, and rough, but he held her gently. She noticed the grass stains on his nails, and some blades of grass got stuck on the side of his pants. 

“He was,” he answered.

Sarada stirred in her sleep and her chubby fingers found Mebuki’s chest finally uncomfortable. 

“I think we’re done for the day,” Kizashi said. He gestured to Mebuki and the couple made a bow to the headstones, murmuring a shared prayer under their breaths.

At the gates, Sasuke looked back one last time. “This garden’s gonna be overgrown with weeds in a year.”

Mebuki shrugged. “Hmm, sometimes nature does the upkeep.”

======

“Sarada, wait up!” Sakura left the comfort of Sasuke’s grip and ran after their dawdling toddler. “She’s an adventurer, this one.”

Sasuke managed to corner the black-haired babe. He helped her clamber up to his shoulders for a better view. While Sarada might have discovered the joy of walking, she still preferred the joy of her premium seating—as if she was on the top of the world. She laughed, toothless and spittles, as she grabbed the strands of her father’s hair.

“It’s a bummer that Mama and Papa aren’t here,” he said.

“Aren’t they too overbearing for you?” Sakura sighed. “I love them, I really do, but five days in their house didn’t really give us privacy. This free day is like a breath of fresh air.”

“There’s privacy,” Sasuke reasoned out. “I kissed you with lights out, honey.”

“That’s not the point.”

“And they made me lots of onigiri.”

“Okay glutton.”

They stopped in their tracks once they saw the full view of the graveyard. In her periphery, Sakura thought she saw Sasuke sway. She held on to his elbow nonetheless. The grass remained tame and perfectly tamed. The flowers were vivid and bright and warm, and someone surrounded the headstones with bushes of camellias.

The blank slates now have names. Beside Fugaku’s was a new stone: Uchiha Itachi.

Sarada giggled, her hands reaching out to touch the first bud of a cherry blossom tree, an ushering of spring. 

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[damien-wolfram-art]

Ghost Can – and Will Dance at Weddings

A sequel to: “Ghosts Can’t Dance at Weddings”

Part of a collaboration with @flawlessstriker

Here it is!

@hashimada-week

It was a beautiful spring day in The Uchiha village. The warm golden midday sun dappled through the rows of cherry blossom trees, yuinou wedding gifts, and outdoor speakers that framed a massive promenade. There was a gentle breeze that rustled the pink petals and carried their lightly sweet scent over the hundreds of guests gathered before a brazier that was situated beneath an ornately crafted torii gate.

Even with all the beauty and the pleasantness of the season, Hashirama had never felt so tense. He was standing just behind his younger brother, Tobirama. His wife, Mito, his parents, and his three children were situated behind him, but his attention was centered dead ahead where he sensed a growing bitter iciness. Izuna Uchiha would be coming from there, but instinct told him that it wasn’t Izuna he was sensing.

The gruff voice of Fugaku Uchiha, one of the longest standing members of the Uchiha Clan, announced the start of the procession over the speakers, shocking Hashirama to attention, “Welcome, honored guests, to this momentous occasion! We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Izuna Uchiha and Tobirama Senju. Let us revel in the joy and love that fills the air!”

Ahead of his section, Hashirama sensed the chill growing closer. Izuna was approaching with a lit torch held close to his chest. He was positively radiant in its amber glow and Tobirama, who looked more exhausted than usual, even managed to perk up upon seeing him in his matching wedding kimono. Normally, seeing his brother light up this way would spark joy in Hashirama’s heart, but as the procession moved forward, Izuna and Tobirama turned to approach the torii gate together. Then, Hashirama saw him– Madara Uchiha.

The squealing flutes and staccato drum beat of live gagaku music accompanied the procession. Hashirama was late to his queue- too busy staring at the undead man whose sharingan red eyes looked right through him, leaving him feeling frozen to his spot. Before he knew it, he was over a meter behind and his wife, who was equally surprised by the appearance of the ghost, had to nudge her husband to get him moving. By then, he had to jog past the ghost’s mother to catch up and walk alongside him.

To the left of the procession, past Madara, were the many eyes of the Uchiha village; their wonderfully crafted gifts of tapestries and iron works were scattered all around them. To the right, although Hashirama certainly wasn’t paying much attention there, were the guests from The Leaf. They brought gifts of trees symbolizing growth and stability in a relationship as well as fruitful love lives. They brought sake barrels full of both sake and mochi to break open. Many of The Leaf’s denizens also brought gifts of honey wine: a delicacy the Senju had come across in their time as nomadic forest dwellers. It was said that after some heavy rain, water laden bee hives were harvested and that was the start of a Senju tradition. A gift of honey wine was a gift of hope for the couple to go on to live their lives in sweetness though some had snakes in the bottles. This imparted a different meaning. Many believed that the snakes would bestow their strength, stamina, and most importantly virility to their drinkers.

When the procession reached its destination past all the standing guests and the generous gifts, Hashirama looked to Madara again. He wanted to say something, but whenever he thought about speaking to him, his chest ached, and his words were trapped in his throat. There was a quiet murmur from the crowd– especially on the Uchiha side, but no one dared to interrupt the ceremonies. Hashirama and his family sat to the right of the brazier. Izuna’s family, Obito, and Fugaku’s family sat to the left. Tobirama and Izuna stood on their respective families’ sides of the brazier.

Another staccato drumbeat silenced the music and signaled the end of the procession. Fugaku approached from behind the couple, gesturing openly toward Hashirama as he began an important address, “Before we commence this sacred ceremony, it is essential to express our deepest gratitude and acknowledge the unwavering support of a beloved brother, Hashirama Senju. As Tobirama's elder brother, Hashirama has not only played an integral role in his life, helping Tobirama thrive even amidst challenging times, but has also made a generous goshugi contribution, making this wedding possible.”

Hashirama bowed awkwardly at the acknowledgement. While it was true that he had provided the funding for most of the ceremonies and that he loved his younger brother dearly, given the Madara shaped elephant in the room, he was rightly uncomfortable with receiving such high praise. He couldn’t help but look in Madara’s direction to see how he was taking it all. To his surprise, Madara seemed to care very little about him. The dark suited man was simply looking forward with a pleasant smile on his face.

Another drumbeat brought Hashirama to attention once more. Fugaku had his head bowed in reverence. Tobirama and Izuna followed suit. Then, the crowd did the same. “During this momentous occasion, we also take a moment to honor the memory of a cherished father, Tajima Uchiha. As Izuna's father and a former leader of our clan, Tajima's spirit lives on in all of our hearts. We know he would be immensely proud of the remarkable example Izuna has set for the Uchiha clan. Though he may not physically be with us today, his presence is felt, reminding us of the significance of family and the enduring bonds that transcend time,” Fugaku said with a serious and prideful tone.

Though his head was bowed, Hashirama’s eyes kept wandering to his left. Madara was playing along and miraculously, no one was questioning his attendance despite his life being lost over a year ago. He couldn’t fathom how his younger brother had pulled it off.

He remembered warning Tobirama time and time again that the dead were not to be trifled with. He had scolded him endlessly for having a god complex. He’d told him that a jutsu to bring back the dead would never work, and that people would start asking questions. He was wrong. 

Everyone raised their heads and Fugaku’s voice took on a slightly more uplifting tone; this was difficult for him since he was usually a very serious man, but he did his best, “Today, Izuna and Tobirama stand before us ready to embark on a journey of love, commitment, and shared dreams. For the Uchiha, fire is a powerful force that can cause great destruction, but it can also warm us, bring us together, and shelter us.”

Hashirama’s dark eyes widened at the mention of fire and guilt rose up within him, making him suddenly nauseous. “To share your Flame with another– it is to wholeheartedly accept them for all their flaws and to cast aside all judgements. It is to love them unconditionally with every fiber of your being. Furthermore, it is a promise to forever learn and improve together,” said Fugaku; Hashirama swallowed– hard.

 “As The Flame is passed from Uchiha to Senju, let us join together to celebrate their union and offer them our blessings, support, and well-wishes. May their love grow stronger with each passing day. May they find happiness, success, and fulfillment in one another. With joy and anticipation, let us commence this blessed wedding ceremony!”

Izuna was smiling when he passed the torch to Tobirama. Tobirama took his duty very seriously. As the flutes rang out again, he took the torch that was marked with a white and red tipped uchiwa fan, the crest of the Uchiha. With the utmost of care, he then held it over the brazier between them and it burst alight.

There was a musical flare before some silence. Then, Fugaku led the applause and said, “so, The Flame is passed from Uchiha to Senju! With this Flame, we recognize Tobirama as Uchiha. May this blazing brazier serve as a symbol of his acceptance into our clan!”

From there, the ceremony moved on. Hashirama was left feeling shell shocked. He clapped for a little too long and his wife needed to correct him again. Feeling her small hand rest on his thick forearm he looked down at it; understanding her concern, he apologized profusely and quietly.

Next, the couple of the hour began the ritual of San San Kudo. As a koto player from the Uchiha began plucking some strings, Fugaku moved to be seated and his wife, Mikoto, took his place, quietly filling the first of three sakazuki cups with three splashes of sake. Izuna graciously accepted the cup with a bow, raising and lowering it twice before drinking. He then returned it to Mikoto respectfully. She filled it in the same way once more and then passed it to Tobirama, who mirrored Izuna’s movements perfectly. During this first drink, the couple thought of their parents and the bonds that were made leading up to their union. During the second cup, they thought of their human flaws of hatred, passion and ignorance. For hatred, funnily enough, they thought of each other and their troubled pasts. For passion, Izuna thought of his brother, Madara; his passion had proven fatal after all. Tobirama however, was still thinking of Izuna and feeling only a little guilty about it. For ignorance they both thought of Hashirama and with the third cup they were released from these flaws.

If only Hashirama could have been so lucky. Instead, he had to endure what was admittedly a beautifully crafted sado tea ceremony hosted by Mikoto with all of the important seated guests; this included Madara who was sat directly across from him and maintained the same stoic aloofness that he had throughout the other ceremonies. After that, came the hiroen reception party, where those seated maintained their positions and partook of a meal consisting of some of the wedding couple’s favorite foods.

There was a bountiful spread of river fish, prawns, pickled vegetables, white rice, miso soup, sekihan– red bean rice (for good luck), inarizushi, more tea, honey wine, and of course sake. It was a filling and delicious meal. Still, Hashirama couldn’t help but feel like he was the only one uncomfortable around an eating, drinking, and talking corpse.

He typically loved these sorts of events, but at this one he found himself drinking in excess to cope with his discomfort. He was also uncharacteristically quiet which garnered the attention of his younger brother. Naturally, Tobirama was quite busy making sure Izuna was happy so addressing his elder brother’s discomfort would have to wait, but this didn’t stop him from noticing the glazed over look in Hashirama’s eyes even when the cake cutting was announced.

There was music playing again. It was louder, more jovial, and less traditional. The formalities were finally coming to an end.

Hashirama was fixated on Madara– his right leg bouncing with anxiety. To him the reception party felt as if it were underwater. He watched as Madara was served a slice, bowed courteously, and began to eat– all with a smile. At some point he too was served a slice, but when he didn’t touch it, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Elder brother?”

The room suddenly got louder. Hashirama’s empty eyes turned to meet Tobirama’s compassionate red gaze. “Huh?”

“You haven’t touched the cake. Are you feeling well?” Asked Tobirama’s deeper voice quietly.

“Ah, I’m sorry. I must have just been lost in the moment.”

Tobirama rubbed at Hashirama’s larger shoulder and sighed, “I see. Care to join me for a walk then? I’d like the company and could use some freshening up. I’d hate to bother Izuna with such trifles when he’s having such a good time.”

Hashirama looked over at Izuna who was happily chatting with his mother and his revenant brother. He was beginning to feel sick again, so he opted to join Tobirama, “sounds good.”

The two walked some distance away from the reception party to a private spot amongst the cherry blossom trees before Tobirama stopped abruptly. “I know this is hard for you,” he began strictly, “but can you at least Try to consider how your behavior is being perceived?”

Hashirama was used to Tobirama getting frustrated with him, but after holding his tongue for so long he could no longer. “Tobirama,” he said in the tone he used when chastising him. “What did I say would come from this- this affront against nature? It’s no good. Can’t you see?”

“This “affront against nature” has made Izuna very happy. On this day he should have nothing but happiness! I see nothing wrong with that!”

“He’s a dead man Tobirama!”

Tobirama rubbed at the bridge of his nose and groaned, making quick rigid motions with his arms as he spoke, “I am very aware of that. I am aware that you were the one to make that happen. I am aware of his crimes against The Leaf, but right now none of that matters! Obito is here as well and so long as he disappears after the festivities are over, I have promised not to pursue him either! Both he and Madara share one thing in common: Izuna sees them as brothers. In the same way that Izuna has turned his eyes away from your transgressions, elder brother, so too must we!”

Hashirama went moon-eyed in surprise. He hadn’t realized that he himself had imposed so much discomfort on Izuna. In one way or another, Izuna must have been harboring the same feelings toward him as he had toward Madara.

Settling into the thought, he bowed apologetically. “I understand,” he said. “Please forgive me for being so selfish.”

Tobirama placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder again and looked him deep in the eyes. “It’s just one day,” he reassured him. 

The consolation was enough for Hashirama to return to the reception party and eat his cake as it was wrapping up. Fugaku announced over the speakers that there would be an after-party with drinks and music. The guests who stood watching over the ceremonies were invited and their cheers could be heard far and wide.

The music began to play loudly over the speakers and the important seated guests began to trickle their way into the crowd. Seeking comfort in familiarity, Hashirama stood and followed the newlyweds down the promenade. When he was offered some sake, he even began to relax a little. Mingling with the crowd, he’d all but forgotten about-

Madara was approaching him and with some strong intent. The jaunty music shifted. The koto players began a slow and pining waltz in minor key. Hashirama met Madara’s confident sharingan for the first time all day and he was captivated.

“Shall we dance?” Asked the voice of a dead man.

Before he could register what he was agreeing to, Hashirama nodded and was swept away from his family by a firm cold hand that felt dry like handmade washi paper. Then, hand in hand, he could only follow Madara’s lead. The sharingan could not only read movements but could cause them in the right circumstances. In that moment, Hashirama was grateful for that fact. They moved as one, pushing away and coming together three slow and agonizing times. When they were close, Hashirama felt safe and supported in Madara’s strong arms. When they pushed apart, he longed for Madara’s embrace.

Then, Hashirama found himself spinning– one two three times. The dizzying maneuver only made his light inebriation and confusion more evident. Still, he noticed a pattern– movements of three. It was the Uchiha battle tradition. His heart began to race. His hands met Madara’s again only to be rolled outward and get caught at the end of Madara’s reach. He made an involuntary open gesture to match his dance partner and from there he could feel the judgmental gazes of the people in the crowd around him. Madara was making an example of him.

It felt like an eternity before he was rolled back into Madara’s arms. He wanted to just hide there– away from all the guilt and pain, but Madara sent him away again. There, everyone could see the man in the brown patchwork suit for the foolish, self-indulgent, shameful, liar of a man he was. The heat in his already alcohol flushed face increased. The following embrace felt so short in comparison and when he was sent away again, he could hardly stand it. His eyes stung as he tried to fight the rush of his emotions, but then, he was rolled in for the third time; Madara allowed Hashirama's momentum to continue, but he released him from his control. Because of this, Hashirama lost his balance. He reflexively gasped as his center of gravity rapidly approached the ground, but he was promptly snatched by the waist into a deep awkward dip. Briefly, time froze, and he took in all that was that moment with Madara Uchiha. His skin was dull and dry. It cracked on his face and hands. His mane was still impressive and lustrous however– a stark contrast to Hashirama’s tired looking faded brown locks. In his dark suit, crimson colored vest, tie, and with the cherry blossoms falling around them, Hashirama dared to think he was beautiful.

Then he remembered the crowd– his wife, his children. Madara leaned over and pulled him close. “I still have one more move, Hashirama,” he said.

Hashirama felt his heart rate pick up even more. The dip, the lean, and then what? What was Madara intending to do in front of so many people? Would he really go so far as to make that kind of example of him? Was it wrong that he wanted him to?

Madara whispered five words to him. Then, his heart sank. He helped him stand and walked away, leaving him stunned in front of everyone.

What do you think he told him?

@anannua Still kickin'! ~

[thekingwhereitallends]

*AU where The Greatest Uchihas are all still alive*

Naori,Hikaku,Madara,Izuna,Kagami,Fugaku, Mikoto,Obito,Shisui,Itachi and Sasuke:...

Mitsuki:Hello,there...

Sarada:Um...

Shisui:(teleports himself behind Mitsuki and pushes him to uchihas,and all of them surround Mitsuki) Let us borrow him for a few seconds...

Uchihas:(start murmuring stuff)

Izuna:(his head pops up,looks at Sarada who is left dumbfounded,then Madara lowers his little brother's head down)

Uchihas:Right?RIGHT!

Uchihas:(let Mitsuki go)

Sarada:(checks Mitsuki up,to see if her clan members have hurt her) No trace of anything.

Itachi:Mitsuki Uchiha...

Madara:Approved.

Izuna:He is a cutie.

Fugaku:A competent shinobi.

Mikoto:A gentleman.

Shisui:A weirdo.

Hikaku:A genius.

Naori:A beautiful boy.

Obito:A cool dude.

Kagami:A trustworthy companion.

Sasuke:Tch...He's a good kid.

Mitsuki:Alright...

Sarada:(holds her temple,starts to laugh like a maniac)

Sakura and Mitsuki:(look at each other)

Sakura:Good luck.

Mitsuki:Yeah,thank you.

Sarada:BET YOU GUYS LIKE MY EDGY AND PRETTY BOYFRIEND MORE THAN YOU LIKE ME,RIGHT?!?

Madara:(nods in agreement,Izuna pulls his hair) Ouch.

Mitsuki:Oh no...

Sarada:(summons her crimson susanoo) CHANNARO..!

Madara:(summons perfect susanoo) Let's dance and entertain your baby boy,my dear granddaughter!

[suikung]

Hello!

My request is:

Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha deflowering their new Concubine together. She is young, pretty and precious for the clan leader and his wife. Truly a status symbol.

It was such a high honor for your family. You came from the lower branches of the Uchiha clan with only two options to rise up. Marry into a higher branch family or become a concubine for them. Being the only daughter, your family prioritized training you for a future life as a concubine. Love was not a certain thing but a position in this job would be. Your life up until today, your 18th birthday, was spent how to take for a home. But most importantly how to care for the husband and wife that’d select you, in more ways than another.

You were now 18 which meant your training was over and soon you’d join a new family. To your fortune you were a high valued concubine, almost from birth you were trained for this and that made you highly desirable. One of the few concubines directly praised by an Uchiha elder. Meaning, whoever was fortunate enough to pay such a price would be directly receiving an honor from the elders.

It was now time for goodbyes, it was almost noon which meant your new family would arrive soon. It was a bit hard since they were your birth family but you had spent most of your time in training. Soon, there was a knock outside the door. Anticipation weighed heavy as your father opened the door only to see Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha on the other side. Appearing next to your father, you bowed. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you both. I’m looking forward to being with you”. A smile gracing both their faces. They were lucky, fighting tough and nail to get you and now here you are infront of them. Such a beauty would bring them great status and recognition within the clan.

Soon you were on the way with them. Arriving in a part of the Uchiha compound where higher branch officials lived. It was quite nerving, only having been here a handful of times it made you feel out of place. A hand coming to rest on your shoulder, Mikoto. “Don’t be nervous. This is your new life, your new home. You belong here now with us.” She was so tender, her face so loving and warm. You couldn’t help to smile back at her. Continuing forward as she lowered her hand down your back as they guided you home.

Once within their home, you were readily introduced to their two sons. Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha. The boys were sweet, Sasuke more shy than his older brother, but you just hoped the boys would get used to your presence soon. After introductions, the couple showed you to your room to get settled down. They didn’t expect you to do any household duties yet, first they had a special plan to initiate you into their family.

The sun was now setting, spending most your time with the boys. Supervising them on a trip to a nearby forest, it was quite nice Sasuke had asked you to play hide and seek with him. A knock at the door caught your attention, disrupting your remembrance of that evening. Slowly rising up, to greet who ever it was. Mikoto, and she held a plate of tea in her hands. Quickly you went to retreat it from her, bringing it to the chabudai in the center of your room. “Please if your request for tea arises ma’am let me know I can make it for you.” Bowing quickly for bringing it to you. She only swatted off your statement.

“You can call me Mikoto dear. I just wanted to come have some tea and get to know you better.” You both now sat opposite of each other, pouring her a cup. “My husband should be here soon, so please pour an extra cup.” And on cue the tatami of your room opened to reveal Fugaku. He set to the left of his wife. “Good evening, I see my wife has already joined you. She was quite excited when she knew you were to join us.” Mikoto laughed in embarrassment, “Oh don’t say that dear! But he’s right, we’ve had our eye on you since the day you received the elder’s praise.” It was now your turn to laugh in embarrassment.

The three of you continued to enjoy tea as they filled you in on how their household usually runs in a normal day. Slowly they had both gotten closer to you. Mikoto’s hand now resting on your shoulder as it did on the way here. “We want you to feel a part of this marriage. So we shall do as a married does on a wedding night.” Fugaku spoke up, his cup now empty as his eyes stared into yours looking for any sign of resistance. You simply nodded, this was not something you didn’t expect but instead prepared.

Mikoto worked steadily on undoing your obi sash, while Fugaku took your face into his hand. Slowly he began to kiss you, his tongue intruding into your mouth. You allowed him to explore the inside, until he pulled back. Your tongues now dancing around each other. Mikoto had successfully undone your obi, slowly she brought down the shoulder of your kimono. Starting with kissing your collar bones and making her way up to your neck. A soft moan left you as she suckled on your soft spot. The three of you stayed like this for a few more minutes until Fugaku and Mikoto switched positions. Fugaku now on your neck and Mikoto kissing you. Fugaku’s hands roamed further down your kimono, opening up the front. With this new access, he made his way down to your breasts. Arching your back at this new found pleasure from him, Mikoto took it as entrance into your mouth with her tongue. You both continued fighting with your tongues until she pulled away.

They both detached themselves from you, Fugaku offering his hand to bring you up, Mikoto from behind pulling off your kimono. You now stand naked infront of them, they were now able to take in now your full beauty. “Such a prize to this family, you’ll bring great honor”. Fugaku spoke almost as if he was admiring ancient art, now unclothing himself after you. From behind clothes ruffled signaling Mikoto was undressing as well.

You kneeled beneath him, grabbing his half hardened cock with one hand. Sliding your hand over his tip, earning a groan from above. Mikoto moving to kiss her husband. Your lips gradually replaced your hand on his tip, tongue settling on the underside of his cock. To start, you went slowly, hand pumping up and down stopping just below his head. Your mouth focused on his tip, swirling your tongue around, and hollowing out your cheeks to amplify his pleasure. His hand coming down to hold your head, offering a guiding push down his cock, and you obliged. Taking in as much as you could before gagging. Your pace quickened, his grip in your hair tightening you could tell he was close. Using his grip on your hair, he pulled back. “Not yet dear. Let’s save that for later.”

Waiting on their guidance on what to do next, Mikoto came down infront of you. Spreading her legs as she lied on her elbows to balance herself, quickly moving down to level with her pussy. Your breath grazing over her clit, kitten licking her. From behind Fugaku positioned your ass up to eat you out . You both started slowly, the vibrations of your moans from Fugaku rumbles through Mikoto, earning a sweet sound from her. Your mouth moves down to her entrance, poking it with your tongue, your index and middle working steadily at her clit. Her thighs begin to shake as you quicken your fingers to match Fugaku’s pace on your pussy. Quickly you switch the position of your finger and tongue, two fingers now inside of Mikoto and your tongue continuing on her clit. Together you both reach your orgasms, her thighs closing around your head.

It took a few moments for you all to catch a breath. But by the end, you had all moved to your futon and off the tatami mats. Fugaku motioned for you to lay down infront of him, Mikoto would take her spot to the right of you. “Relax, and open your legs for me.” He spoke. Slowly he lined himself up, as Mikoto lowered down to continue kissing you. It was a piercing pain, your hymen ripping open at his entrance. Whining into Mikoto’s lips was the only thing you could do, your legs instinctively closing around Fugaku from the pain. He stopped, allowing a moment for the pain to subdue. “Sh sh it’s okay” Mikoto caressing your head, “We’re gonna take care of you, just relax your body.” At her words, your legs opened again, releasing the hold they had around Fugaku.

Within a couple of minutes he had fully sheathed himself inside of you. Tears escaped your eyes from the new found pain, Mikoto wiping them away for you. He began to move, it almost felt as if a puzzle piece had been connected. It felt fulfilling to be able to give yourself to them untouched. His hips snapped quicker as Mikoto’s hands came down to play with your breast. Moans could now be heard coming from Fugaku and you. Your legs now wrapping around his waist, bringing him in closer to you. “Awe come on don’t forget about me my dear.” Mikoto whined, feeling left behind. To include her you brought her in for more kisses. Her assault on your mouth continuing with her tongue, feeling every moan and groan from you.

Fugaku’s orgasm from before steadily began resurfacing. He sped up, hands on your waist. Your cries only became louder, Mikoto had left your lips, focusing solely on your nipples. Pleasure from different points only brought out a knot in your stomach, and for the second time tonight you’d cum. His hips bucked faster, then they faulted. His white seed spilling inside of you, rhythmic thrusts no more. He groaned, collapsing onto your chest. Mikoto laying on her side next to you. In unison they both spoke, “Welcome home.”

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A/n this one def stomped me, but I hope it’s good 🤔

[belit0]

what if they meet the Uzumaki?

You went with a she so I'll go with that here.

Would her fiery personalilty and lack of discipline (as Uchiha's see it anyways) make her accidnetally prove everyone rightnor wrong about her

Yeah, in terms of x reader, I always go with female characters 💫

I only do male x male with ships (TobiIzu, etc,)

I think Mikoto would convince Itachi to come back, after multiple and diverse visits to Shisui's house, and at the same time talk to Fugaku, softening him up little by little. She raises how beneficial it could be to include Uzumaki blood to the Uchiha legacy, and tries to buy him off from a strategic point of view.

Fugaku, ideally, would want his son to be with someone of high status, elegance, and pretensions befitting the Uchiha legend, and he begins to entertain the possibility of perhaps the girl being so. It convinces him.

Sasuke on the other hand does not stop bragging about how he will scold his older brother to make him understand the offense he committed against the clan, still too young to empathize with the reasons of love, of the heart, the passionate impulses.

Itachi takes his time evaluating what to do and what not to do but ultimately decides to introduce her so as to calm things down. If they don't accept her for who she is, then he will completely disassociate himself from his family.

Mikoto is the warmest of them all, and greets them both at the door when they show up for dinner. She can see how nervous her son is, but also the loving conviction he has for this girl in his eyes. (Y/N), on the other hand, strongly reminds her of Kushina, a pleasant memory.

Her fiery red hair stands out madly in contrast to all the black-haired people in the room, and as soon as they enter the dining area, Sasuke jumps on the attack with aggressive words towards his brother.

Fugaku basically tells him to shut up and sit down, reducing the threat in seconds with authority, cryptically analyzing the girl in question. He turns pale when she smiles at him without a care in the world, failing with his attempt of premature intimidation.

(Y/N) converses quite matter-of-factly during the beginning of the meeting, most of the questions asked by Mikoto in front of a distraught Itachi out of concern and a Fugaku unwilling to budge.

For dessert, the father finally agrees to ask some controversial questions, hoping to put her on the spot when answering, catch her without replies or even make her angry, give him a reason to hate her as the clan legacy demands.

Sasuke falls in love with her at every answer and realizes she's even smarter than his older brother. Who starts the evening as an enemy, quickly becomes an ally, and Fugaku is left alone on his disapproving side.

(Y/N) doesn't let herself be beaten and answers every question boldly, shutting him down on any front he intends to use as an attack. The Uchiha leader ends the meeting highly frustrated and does not partake of the after-dinner tea, but eventually and as time goes on, the more he interacts with her the more he realizes his son made the right choice.

The girl is unconventional, breaks the clan rules, is outrageous, but somehow makes a perfect match with his pragmatic boy, complementing each other in all the areas the other lacks.

It is the perfect balance the two strike within their bond that leads Fugaku to respect her, seriously listen to her, and learn about the woman. In the end, Mikoto is always right.

[crazycrap]

"How to kill someone:

fill them with passion

and then quickly leave"

-Mandeq Ahmed, Detonate

[keithisbae1]

⚠️ CW: Angst ⚠️

"What do you have to say for yourself?" A little toddler's voice could be heard along with scattering as she went looking into the boxes for 'evidence'.

"This is a very serious matter, Mr Bunny, you're going to need a loyer."

Mikoto couldn't help but smile at Sarada's mispronunciation while watching her pretending to be a cop. Clearly taking after her father.

"Mikoto," she stiffened at feeling Fugaku's presence.

"We have to tell her." 

"She's just a baby." Her arms instantly wrapped around her body, as if that would somehow fix everything.

"And she's going to be asking questions, especially when they aren't back by Saturday. Sarada deserves to know the truth."

The truth?

About what? 

The fact it was a simple case of wrong place and wrong time.

That an accident occurred and she'll never see her parents again? Would Sarada even understand?

"Grandma, will you be Mr Bunny's loyer? I don't have enough plushies." Sarada's voice broke her thoughts. 

"Of course dear," she gave a fake smile kneeling beside her granddaughter. "Sarada... after this me and your grandfather would like a word." Mikoto's eyes met Fugaku's as if to say

'Just a little longer.'

It won't be easy, but she'll be there for her. They both will. 

[ladykissingfish]

*Mikoto walks down the stairs into the living room*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*doorbell rings*

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

*Madara sighs and goes to answer the door*

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

Madara: Mm. Come in. Sit.

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

Madara: Where are you taking my girl tonight?

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

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

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

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

Fugaku: Oh; good! Because I would never —

*Obito runs in*

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

Fugaku:

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

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

Fugaku:

*Mikoto comes down the stairs*

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

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

*later that evening, in the car*

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

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

Mikoto:

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

[madlena]

Nyx!Mikoto Uchiha and Erebus!Fugaku Uchiha from FF Quietus

[kankuroplease]

What do the other uchihas think about kaguya and her relationship with shisui

Itachi

Thinks Shisui found a perfect and dangerous match for his scheming. He also thinks she has no clue what she’s getting herself into.

Mikoto

Supports women in power positions but thinks she’s better of a housewife when it comes to the Uchiha. What’s her spoiled rich princess self going to do against real criminals? Sue them?? 💀

Fugaku

Well he can see why Shisui brought her home. Beautiful face, breast that sit pretty, nice butt. Yeah, that boy chose with his dick if you ask him. Or maybe Madara’s hard on cash and they wanted a live-in atm.

Sasuke

Eh. He’s met prettier, meaner, nicer, sneakier, and richer. He’s not impressed or worried about her in the slightest.

Obito

Is worried she’s with Shisui for revenge and would tell Shisui as much. Like, dude, you do know who her father was right? Doesn’t hate it like her particularly

Madara

Knows exactly who’s kid she is, he’s even met her before. He’s not worried about her little revenge plot as the girl clearly (and idiotically) has fallen for Shisui, she’ll be pregnant with his grandchild sooner or later and she’s entirely too soft to do anything that would matter

Eldest daughter

Thinks she pretty and probably knows some rich older men she can introduce her to~ also thinks she needs to work on her awkward attitude or she’ll probably get her ass kicked around here

Middle daughter

Kaguya is one of her other father’s investors. She’s a good business partner and Shisui better not screw things up for her and her father by leading Kaguya on.

Michi

Thinks she’s okay and has nice shoes

Izuna

Thinks she Shisui chosen broodmare. Also proof that everyone has their price (hers just happens to be his fluffy haired manipulative nephew).

[summersirius]

fantasy|shisaku

✦ rating: m

✦ summary: Political espionage aside, the general constitutes of marriage require less affection and more exceptional communication between both parties, though Sakura wonders which one she values more.

or

(when an arranged marriage is brokered between sakura and shisui in an attempt to thwart a civil war, they unintentionally trigger a series of international conflicts instead—the course of true love never did run that smoothly, especially under nefarious circumstances).

✧ read the part one on ao3

"Sasuke," Sakura says slowly. "Do you even know, what you're saying?" she finishes aghast, and even Naruto manages to discern his expression from disgust to grim understanding.

When he was younger, Sasuke had been a proud scion of the Uchiha clan. He had parroted Uchiha rhetoric for days, eagerly following his brother around like some sort of demented puppy, and arrogantly paraded his clan insignia everywhere. The moment Kakashi had been assigned as his Genin teacher, those short, but violent boasts of clan pride diminished drastically, especially after the infamous Wave mission the moment his values were questioned, and he couldn't give an answer that was befitting of an Uchiha scion.

But like most boys, he grew, he learned, he matured – as much as an Uchiha could mature – with their pride intact.

The clan didn't think much about it, especially when they learned that Kakashi had been assigned as Sasuke's squad leader—mostly because the Hatake heir had the sharingan and that was enough of an endorsement for him. The Uchiha clan were more than happy to leave Sasuke to his own devices. Because as the heir's youngest brother, the Elders knew they could mold Sasuke into a weapon to use against his older brother in an attempt to temper the shift in power and relay in position to prevent Itachi from gaining too much power.

But not even Sasuke is that stupid, if there was anything he hated more than being compared to his older brother—it was being used as a puppet.

Now, Sasuke refrains from speaking about his clan, he has no desire to be put between a rock and a hard place.

Because if push came to shove, Sasuke would choose his teammates over his clan members.

[woman-child91]

What if Mikoto got hit by an experimental jutsu and was de-aged. Meaning? She was turned back into a teenager and lost her memory. So Team Kakashi is trying to figure out how to turn her back to normal.

Charasuke: Dad? What are you doing here?

Fugaku: I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t you supposed to be training?

Sakura: Kakashi-Sensei let us have a one hour break.

Charasuke: We’re doing group study.

Fugaku: Who’s she? *Asks as he looks at Mikoto*

Charasuke: This is my new kitten.

Fugaku: Meaning?

Charasuke: She’s my new girlfriend. *Wraps an arm around her*

Mikoto: You’re not my type.

Charasuke: Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about.

Menma: *Tries his best to hold back the laughter that’s trying to escape*

Charasuke: We should, maybe, take this upstairs?

Mikoto: *turns to look at Menma* He’s my type.

Menma: Huh? *stares wide eyed*

Sakura: *growls out of jealousy*

Charasuke: Okay, you might have to fight with Sakura for his hand in marriage.