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chojiakimichi · 3 years ago

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I thought of my oc learning about where Kakashi got his Sharingan. (Might add a part two later on.)

When she had been younger— when her clan; her family had been alive —even she had rarely been allowed in her father's study; and after the massacre, after she had started going through the blood stained homes of her fallen clansmen in hopes of salvaging what she could of her culture, the only place Sasuke had ever forbidden her to go was their fathers office.

Sasuke had once said it wasn’t right, their father wasn’t there to bekon them into the room or shun them away from it. No one was there to tell them to come in anymore.

No one was around anymore.; her father was dead and Sasuke was gone. That was why, Toshiko, eleven years old and alone in a home that had been too big for two people— that was far too large for one; for just her —stood in the doorway of her father's study.

Slowly Toshiko opened the door. No one could chase her away from the door anymore. Though, just as no one could do that, no one could invite her in either. Toshiko could practically see the ghost of her father hunched over the desk, pen in his hand and glasses perched on the ends of his nose.

Her lip trembled violently. She missed him. She missed her mother; she missed her clan.

Dust had collected over the years, the air in the room was stale and papers her father must have been looking at before the slaughter happened were strewn out on the desk. From her place in the doorway Toshiko could see an inkwell that had long ago dried up sitting next to a pile of pristine and unsigned documents her father had never had a chance to get to.

Silently Toshiko moved into the room, her breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest. Almost as if she were waiting for someone— her father, her brother —to come around the corner and ask what she was doing in the study without permission.

Part of her welcomed the ghosts; the memory of a younger brother or the translucent figure of her father. Toshiko would have taken a thousand scoldings if it meant she was no longer alone. But she was. There were a great many odd and peculiar things in the world that were real but ghosts were not one of them and neither was time travel; she was alone in her family home.

In Konoha. In the ghost town that was the Uchiha district.

Blinking as she came up to her fathers desk. Next to the unsigned documents sat a list. On a thin slip of paper, four names were jotted down in her fathers handwriting; Toshiko picked up the list of names. It wasn't a particularly long list of names— there were only four names on the nist —none of them were names that Toshiko recognized. The thing, though, that made Toshiko's brows furrowed together was the fact that each of the names on the list were the names of fellow Uchiha; Kenji, Rei, Maka, Obito.

Placing the list back where she had picked it up from— there was a blank space on the desk where the list had been sitting, untouched for years; dustless —and instead went to work on opening the drawers of her father's desk.

Each one had layers of different privacy seals attached to it; most Uchiha did that with their scrolls and weapons and other valuables. Uchiha's nested and squirreled away what they wanted hidden under mountains of seals and traps no one but another Uchiha would know how to dismantle.

The Senju had given the Uchiha a chance at peace but it had been the Uzumaki clan that had given the Uchiha a chance at safety; it had been them— when Konoha was still new and barely founded —that taught the Uchiha the basic fundamentals of fūinjutsu.

Hours later, with half the day behind her, Toshiko pulled out four files, all labeled with the same list of names that had been on the list. The top right drawer had been the last one Toshiko had looked though, the other drawers had all held paperwork pertaining to the clan such as trade deals and other types of negotiations and clipped-together papers on previous investigations, and even an unopened bottle of sake and a picture of what had once been a happier time.

Shisui had been in it; it’d been the six of them. Toshiko, in the picture was still a newborn, swaddled in pink but smiling a gummy smile and Sasuke an infant but they’d been happy and Shisui had her in his arms and Sasuke was perched on Itachi’s hip and they had been happy.

Now they were dead and lost; the snapshot of the past pulled at Toshiko's heartstrings. Tears quelled up in the corners of her eyes.

What had caused everything to go so wrong? To cause Itachi to betray them all?

Ignoring her inner monologue— the one that was always on repeat in the back of Toshiko's mind; she never stopped wondering why her eldest brother had changed from such a loving boy to the infamous Ichizokugoroshi no Itachi —Toshiko opened the first file; Uchiha Kenji.

It looked almost like a medical file. There was a picture taped to the inside of the manila folder; the man who’s date of birth predated Toshiko’s own father— and who was missing a date of death —had a large nose ring hanging from his septum.

His skin was darker than the average Uchiha’s, and his lack of eyebrows and bald head made Toshiko’s lips twitch. He looked more like an ancestor of Moreno Ibiki than one of hers. Toshiko looked away from his picture— he had her fathers square jaw and wide nose —and to the meat of the file; Kenji had disappeared near the tail end of the Third Ninja war.

Uchiha Kenji had been thirty nine when he went missing. One minute he had gone to check the parameter of his and his teammates' encampment and the next, following a guttural scream, he was gone.

Toshiko frowned; there had been evidence of a sand ninja near where Kenji had been spirited from but Uchiha Kenji's file read one sort of commendation after another. Years spent in the Konoha Military Police Force and a handful unaccounted for, which more often than not meant some type of Black OP work and though Suna was fearsome, short of a Kazekage— or someone like the boy Garra, Toshiko thought —Uchiha Kenji shouldn't have been able to be defeated and stolen into the night in the thirty two seconds it took for his teammates to react by someone from Suna.

Toshiko pushed away Uchiha Kenji's file and instead picked up the file that had been underneath his. It was the one with the picture of a teenage boy clipped to the front of it.

Uchiha Obito.

He looked young; perhaps older than Toshiko but not by much. His face was rounded and there were specks of dirt adorning the side of his face and the goggles he wore around his neck were a bright orange color.

Toshiko flipped open the file and her eyes widened because the first thing Toshiko saw in Uchiha Obito's file wasn't just Uchiha Obito's team photo but it was a team photo that had not just the Fourth Hokage in it, but a much younger version of Hatake Kakashi in it.

A much, much younger version of her brother's sensei.

"He has the Sharingan Toshi," Sasuke had said after his and his team's mission to the Land of Waves. "Only one though but-but Kakashi has it."

And all those months ago it had been a mystery on where he had gotten it. Kakashi-sensei had said it had been a gift from a long departed friend but a Sharingan wasn't just a gift. To give it was an act— a show —of devotion.

To give someone that— to bless them with it after you had passed —was sacred. It was something only ever done between family members; between lovers so that they might be connected to one another for all of time.

Toshiko's own Sharingan activated before she began reading. Uchiha Obito had been born February 10th; his ninja registration number had been 010886 and he had died at only sixteen. Killed during a mission; he had been crushed to death by a rock slide after having thrown his teammate to safety.

That was why his file was in those with missing Uchiha's. Why his name was on that particular list; because even though there was a death date there was no body and half a Sharingan unaccounted for.

Because he had been buried before he had died; because Uchiha Obito had been killed whilst saving his teammate. The file didn't mention who the teammate was but Toshiko thought of the eye Kakashi-sensei kept covered and knew the file didn't have to explicitly name someone for her to know who the Uchiha had saved. He could have left Kakashi-sensei behind to die; Uchiha Obito could have saved himself. But he hadn't.

Because, "Those who break the rules are scum, but those who abandon their friends are worse than scum."

Toshiko ran the pads of her fingers over the picture of a nine year old Obito and then over the image of a five year old Kakashi-sensei. Their sensei— the Fourth Hokage —had his hands on their heads and their arms were crossed over their chests. The girl that was situated between them had thrown up twin hand signs and smiled bright enough for all four of them.

Obito's parents had been killed in the Second Ninja war. He hadn't any siblings; just a grandmother who had died not long after him. But he had believed that those who abandoned their friends were worse than scum.

He'd been the one to teach Sasuke's sensei that philosophy; he had to be. He'd given his life for Kakashi-sensei. Given his eye to him.

Toshiko's brothers had abandoned her; Itachi had done worse than just abandon her and Sasuke. And yet, she couldn't think of either of them as scum.

She still loved them; loved them both.

"If you were here Obito-san," Toshiko asked the picture aloud, "If you were me, what would you do?"

Because logic dictated that since her brothers— because Sasuke —had abandoned her and gone rogue in search of power and revenge, she should wipe her hands of them. Of him. She had already tried to bring Sasuke back only to fail; logic— at least according to the village elders —dictated that meant that Toshiko should at least try to salvage the remaining tatters of the once great Uchiha-legacy and continue on in spite of being the last.

But she couldn't.

Toshiko knew before the words were even fully out of her mouth what Uchiha Obito would do; what she would do. What she was going to do. Uchiha Obito would have sooner clawed his way out of his own grave then leave a friend behind and Toshiko would bring her brother back to Konoha, maybe not kicking and screaming and by his hair if she had to— the way Naruto would bring him back —but back all the same.

Because she wouldn't leave him. She wasn't scum. No matter what logic or the village or anyone said or dictated; Sasuke was Toshiko's brother and she would always— no matter what —be there for him.

#oc: Toshiko #obito uchiha #My writing #Uchiha Clan #naruto fanfiction

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kanonsarchivedblog · 4 years ago

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Late Night Thoughts

Word Count: 2,956 Rating: E Ship: Kiyomi/Madara/Tobirama Characters: Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama, Fujihara Kiyomi (OC) Genre: Smut ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ It was late- far too late for any civilian to be walking about alone at night. The streets were empty, save for the lone shinobi rushing home from a mission, or leaving in the dead of night to attend to a mission passed down from their kage. The occasional stray dog or cat would dart across the street and into an alleyway, chasing after it’s prey. Quiet; calm- one could even venture to say it was peaceful, though that word was nearly taboo to speak within a shinobi village. To speak of peace is to bring the omen of war to the border.

And no one wanted a war, not now.

A sigh slipped past ruby painted lips as Fujihara Kiyomi settled against the railing of the balcony. The hotel was nice- then again, she’d expect nothing less of the Hokage. Tomorrow, she’d meet with Hashirama to decide whether or not Konoha could offer a decent trade route through the Land of Fire- something that was debated quite a lot. Kiri needed the wood; Konoha needed the iron ore that Kiri had within it’s mountains. These negotiations were tiring, but she was good at her job. She’d always been good at negotiating- her life, others lives.

It was fun- dangerous, but fun.

Her gaze drifted from the horizon to the streets, watching as the Hokage finally left his office, his little retinue in tow. Uzumaki Mito- a beautiful woman with a terrifying beast that lived within. She was fierce, respected, a terror on the field. Senju Tobirama- his younger brother who managed to master all five elements; he was handsome, but cold. Smart, too. And at the back, Uchiha Madara, who laughed at something Hashirama had said. Now that was a man- the long hair, the prowess both on and off of the field, the reputation alone was terrifying, but the man himself? Not as terrifying, not off of the field.

One could even say he was handsome.

She watched like a wraith in the shadows as they passed beneath her balcony before rounding a corner, Madara going left, the Senju clan going right. If she squinted, she could see the Uchiha clan compound from her room. How peculiar- then again, all of the clans here were spread out.

No one was close to one another. Smart; clans needed their space, lest they begin to feud over land once more.

But the Uchiha Clan, from what she had gathered in her three weeks of being here, were treated differently- as if they had created some sort of awful creature and were now being shunned for it. It made her skin crawl in an unpleasant sort of way.

Konoha could act as if it were high and mighty, better than the other nations because it looks like it has its act together, but scrape away the surface layer of varnish, and you see the painting for what it truly is. This village was no different from Kiri- and time would certainly tell the truth of that.

She gathered herself, slipping back into her rooms and closing the doors behind her, drawing the sheer curtains. The moonlight spilled softly through the thin fabric, illuminating the room in a gentle silver light. Konoha summers were different from Kiri summers; the air was neither dry nor wet. A strange mixture of the two that left her night robe clinging to her skin like it was trying to become one with her. Disgusting. She felt restless; sleep would not come, not yet. Her mind was clouded with a hundred different thoughts; it made tension rise in her neck. She could go to the Onsen, but given the late hour, it would be difficult to get in.

Scowling, she all but flopped onto her bed, groaning into the mattress. If Jushiro were here, he'd already have her pinned to the mattress, fucking her until she was sobbing. And then he'd clean up and go to his own room, because they slept separately. Their marriage was not one of love- they did love one another, but not in any form of romanticism.

But that wasn't what she wanted- not what she craved. Sure, she wanted to be pinned down and made to sob- she always enjoyed that. She enjoyed many different things. But she wanted more than just one quick round. She wanted to be taken, to be held, to be used until she forgot her own name. Now THAT would put her to sleep without issue.

Rolling over, she studied the ceiling for a moment. It wasn't as if she didn't come prepared- she did! In many senses of the word! She wouldn’t dare go to the Entertainment District that Konoha had up and working- no, she couldn’t be seen there. It would ruin her reputation. She could henge, but fucking with a henge on never felt the same- too detached, not truly her skin.

Nimble fingers worked on the knot of her robe, making quick work of it before she peeled the robe from her form, a pleased noise escaping as the slightly cooled air of the bedroom graced her skin at long last. No bindings wrapped around her chest, her breasts free. She ached- her ribs ached as her hands reached up, rubbing over the slowly fading red marks of her bindings. She couldn’t wait to return home, where she did not have to bind beneath the layers of her formal robes. But for now, she couldn’t walk around unbound- that would be a touch too distracting.

And she had already caught the Hokage looking at her chest.

Hashirama was a handsome man, she’d give him that. But not her type- something about him made her squirm, and not in a pleasant way. How his gaze lingered a touch too long, how his smiles never reached his eyes. Snake, that’s what he was. A snake hiding beneath a bouquet of roses.

She leaned down, taking hold of her rucksack, and tugged it up onto the bed. She knew she’d be here for an extended period- and like hell she’d be stuck here without bringing along some entertainment. And teas- those were necessary to aid with the pains that came with her cycle.

Her hand took hold of a bottle first, cool to the touch as she pulled it out. It was clear, filled with a clear liquid that was thicker than water, yet not a solid. She set it aside for a moment- that would be necessary soon. Her nose scrunched as impatience settled in- where was it? Oh! Her lips spread into a grin as she took hold of the phallic shape, tugging the toy free. Perfect!

Excitement coursed through her veins as she settled onto the bed, propping herself up with the pillows the hotel provided. Now- she wasn’t wet enough to not bother with any foreplay, sadly. But foreplay always had been her forte- both for herself and her partners. Working people up is what she did best, after all.

Eyes closing, she allowed herself to relax, breathing deeply for a moment before her hands raised, slowly trailing along her sides. An image swam into view of calloused hands larger than her own and dark hair, a pair of gentle lips caressing her throat. Her head tilted back, a soft sigh pulled free as a hand massaged her breast, giving gentle squeezes. Sensitive- much more than normal. Perhaps from wearing the bindings too tightly- or if her cycle was close… She’d need to check later, but for now, it was not her hand squeezing her breasts but another’s.

“Yes,” she whispered, hips shifting thighs spreading for the phantom. A hand slipped down, dragging nails across her left thigh, drawing free a gasp from her lips, her back arching up and into the phantom lips she pictured closing around a nipple. A different hand was on her thigh, one belonging to another man- one with hair the color of starlight and eyes the shade of blood. “Please- don’t tease…” She whined, bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

The hand on her breast crept upwards, pausing at her throat to squeeze- to test the waters. It had her thighs squeezing shut, hips shifting, breath quickening. She could hear his chuckle in her ear as the hand lifted to her mouth, two fingers slipping inside, pressing down against her tongue. "Be a good girl for us, Kiyomi," Madara murmured against the shell of her ear. A keen, high in her throat, filled the room as her thighs rubbed against one another, hoping to gain some friction.

"No, no," the swat to her thigh nearly startled her out of her fantasy, but she quickly slipped back in. "Did I say you could move?" Tobirama asked, his gaze hard as her legs spread once more.

“No, sir,” she breathed, though her fantasy quickly stills at the sound of footsteps outside of her room. She held her breath, gaze trained on the ceiling as she listened- someone returning to their room down the hall. The door opens, then clicks shut. Silence in the hall once more. Her breath leaves her in a rush as she shakes her head. She’s a grown woman, and yet she still jumps the moment she fears getting caught being intimate with herself.

How amusing.

Her gaze drifts, studying the vague shapes in the dark room. A desk- oh. Oh-

Her mind runs wild with that thought. Both of those men have their own desk- hell, she has a desk back in Kiri that has certainly seen plenty of things during its use. Her eyes slip shut once again, dark lashes casting soft shadows against the apples of her cheeks as her fantasy comes back to the forefront of her mind.

Madara, his front pressed to her back, his hands wandering across her skin, grabbing handfuls. "Look at this- you're already wet for us," he crooned, rocking his hips forward to press against her. Hard- oh, Gods, he was hard as a rock. It draws a moan out of her lips as her hand dips down, slipping beneath the dark, lace fabric of her underwear. Her fingers were hesitant at first before confidence took hold, picturing not her own hand but rather his. How the fingers would dip low, spreading her lips to fully feel how wet she had grown. "My, my, what have we here?" He’d ask as his middle finger teased at her entrance.

"Someone's excited," Tobirama would murmur, watching from his desk, leaning back in his chair. So casual, even though his yukata was open, baring his chest- and giving her the smallest peak of what lay below. "So needy already."

“Just for you two,” Kiyomi whispered into the air of the bedroom, lost in her fantasy as her fingers slipped in, curling upwards. The feeling had her toes curling, a keen rising high in her throat. “Madara-” she whined, voice wavering as her hips rolled into her touch.

Oh, his fingers would be larger than her own, thicker- the hands of a shinobi. “There, there!” She gasped as her fingers curled, pulling backwards before pushing forwards once more. He’d be cruel like this, she imagined, teasing and taunting her until she couldn’t take it anymore. Pressing against that one spot, his thumb against her clit, rubbing tight circles as Tobirama watched from his desk, his arms crossed over his chest. Unimpressed, he’d be- but his ruby gaze would be growing hazy, especially as Madara would reach up to cup one of her breasts through her kimono. “Don’t- Madara, please, don’t stop!”

Wet, so very wet, her hips raised off of the bed as she cried out, a hand against her chest. “There! Right- right there! Yes!” Madara would be grinning against her shoulder, gaze trained on Tobirama across from them as she jolted, knees threatening to give out from the harsh pleasure.

"Should I let her cum?" He would ask, watching as Tobirama’s gaze darkened. Predatory.

"Not yet." Tobirama would respond, leaning forward to reach out, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen into her flushed face. "I want her to cry. I want to see how she looks with her makeup ruined."

“No, no, no,” she pleaded, whining as the fingers left her. Empty- she felt so empty suddenly, her lip jutting out in a pout. “I was so close, don’t do this!”

"Do what, little snake?" Tobirama asked as Madara chuckled, reaching down to undo his trousers. No armor- none of them were wearing any. Too much in the way for hands to touch. And oh, she would love to be able to touch- from the few instances in which she’d been close enough to Madara, she’d felt how solid he was. How sturdy, how much those robes hid the muscles that laid beneath. And Tobirama- she’d gotten a good feel after being tripped by one of the elder council members, causing her to fall against him. He was solid, too- taller than Madara, a touch more lithe, but still solid.

What she wouldn’t give to be stuck between those two…

“Oh- oh!” She had to slap a hand over her mouth as her middle finger worked over her clit quickly, her breaths coming in harsh pants. “Good, good, good,” she whispered, brows furrowing, toes curling as the pleasure built higher, higher, higher-

Her hand withdrew, leaving her teetering on the edge before backing away. So close, so very close. “Tobirama,” she whispered as a hand raised to settle around her throat. In her mind, it was his- large, strong, squeezing as he loomed over her. “Fuck me, please- please-” her voice bordered on a sob before she reached out, taking hold of the bottle of lube. She made quick work of slicking the toy up, of ripping off her underwear and tossing them aside, of spreading her legs and settling a pillow beneath the small of her back.

“Oh-” she squeaked as the toy pushed in slowly, her brow furrowing at the slight sting of stretch. It was larger than her husband, that much was certain- the length almost the same as his. But oh, how good it felt as it sank in. “Yes,” came the soft sigh as it bottomed out, settled deep within.

"So tight," Madara would groan, his brows drawn inward, panting softly. He’d have laid her out on the desk, her head resting at the edge, giving her the perfect view of Tobirama’s face. "Should feel how tight she is, Tobi. Gripping my cock..." his voice trails off as he leans down, pressing kiss after lingering kiss to her throat, letting her get used to the stretch.

Her gaze settles upon ruby hues, watching how his gaze trails across her and Madara’s joined forms. His hand reaches down, cupping himself. She could reach down and help him out if her hands weren’t captured in Madara’s own. His lips part as he begins to stroke the same moment Madara begins to move.

“Oh- oh, yes, Gods, yes,” she gasps, eyes widening at the slow, deep thrusts. The drag against her inner walls is wonderful, creating sparks that cause her to jolt. “Madara- Madara, please, faster,” she begs, but her gaze doesn’t leave Tobirama’s. “Fuck me faster, Madara!”

The growl she gets in response is one she swears is real, rumbling against her ear as she moves the toy faster in her cunt, not bothering to hide her sounds any longer. If she were a more innocent woman, she’d be embarrassed by how wet she was- how she could hear it with each movement of the toy. But she wasn’t innocent, hadn’t been in many years, and god, did it feel good. “Ah! Yes- yes, Tobira-Mada-ah!” She cried out, hips rutting down against the toy. “Please, please, please-”

"Please what, little snake?" Tobirama murmured as Madara moaned against her throat, getting lost in the pleasure himself. "Use your words, pet."

“Wanna cum!” She keens, back arching. “Please, lemme cum, lemme cum, please, please-”

"Gonna be a good girl and cum for us?" Madara whispered against the shell of her ear. "Gonna cum on cock like a good girl? Let me fill you up?" He asked, hand slipping between them to toy with her clit.

She whines, biting down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. Tobirama would have laughed at that- oh, she could see it so clearly, how he would have reached up to pull her lip free, to swipe at the blood before leaning down for a kiss- how he would groan into the kiss, his own fist moving faster.

“Close, close- gonna cum, gonna-” Her voice catches in her throat as she tips over the edge, back arching, mouth dropping open into a silent scream. Her hand doesn’t stop despite how jerky the movements have become. “Don’t stop, don’t sto-ah-ah!” Kiyomi gasps, hand finally stilling as the aftershocks begin to subside. After a moment, she pulls the toy out and all but tosses it aside.

Her hands drop to her sides, a laugh trickling free as she shakes her head. “What a shame,” she murmured, voice hoarse. A shame it was only her imagination and not the real thing. She rolls onto her side, nose scrunching up at the wet little puddle she’d left on the bed. That could be fixed later.

For now, a hot shower sounded lovely. She rose and stretched with cat-like grace, her hands high above her head. She slipped into the en suite bathroom, door closing behind her. Not once had she noticed how the temperature had cooled, how the curtains had begun to dance with the light summer breeze.

Old window latches were oh so tricky, after all.

#not safe m&ms #tobirama senju #madara uchiha #tobimada #tobirama x oc #madara x oc #naruto fanfiction #naruto smut #madara smut #tobirama smut #m's oc: kiyomi fujihara #m's scribbles

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quierorodarnojodan · 4 years ago

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Estábamos bromeando con un amigo @mcdonneeli sobre que tenemos muchos ships similares si no casi todos, pero que irónicamente ambos nos peleamos por el mismo pj a usar y por eso jamás podemos rolear las ships xDD entonces me puse hacer la lista a ver que dice mi compatriota desalmado.

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Sofia Karppi x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

Tom Branson x Thomas Barrow

Richard Ellis x Thomas Barrow

Eyewitness

Lukas Waldenbeck x Philip Shea

Grey's Anatomy

Mark Sloan x Derek Shepherd

Hannibal

Hannibal Lecter x Will Graham

Hawaii Five-0

Danny Williams x Steve McGarret [♥]

Hemlock Grove

Peter Rumancek x Roman Godfrey [♥]

How to Get Away with Murder

Oliver Hampton x Connor Walsh

Iron Fist

Danny Rand x Ward Meachum [♥♥]

Julie and the Phantoms

Alex x Willie

Las chicas del cable

Francisco Gómez x Carlos Cifuentes [♥]

LazyTown

Sportacus x Robbie Rotten

London Spy

Alex x Danny

Merlin

Arhur Pendragone x Merlin

Once Upon a Time

Regina Mills x Emma Swan

Regina Mills x Robin Hood

Shadow and Bone

Aleksander / The Darkling x Kaz Brekker

Jasper Fahey x Kaz Brekker

Star Trek

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Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

The Alienist

Laszlo Kreizler x John Moore

The Boys

Billy Butcher x Homelander (John)

The Irregulars

Billy x Leopold

Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

The Order

Hamish Duke x Randall Carpio

The Umbrella Academy

Diego Hargreeves x Klaus Hargreeves

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon x Rick Grimes

The Witcher

Geralt de Rivia x Jaskier

Torchwood

Jack Harkness x Ianto Jones [♥]

Travelers

Trevor Holden x Philip Pearson

Vampire Diaries

Alaric Saltzman x Damon Salvatore

Warehouse 13

Helena G. Wells x Myka Bering

Películas

Cloud Atlas

Rufus Sixsmith x Robert Frobisher

Sonmi-451 x Hae-Joo Chang

Inception

Eames x Robert Fischer

Dom Cobb x Robert Fischer

Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

James Bond

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Rise of the Guardians

Sandman x Pitch Black

Star Wars

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Poe Dameron x Armitage Hux [♥]

The Old Guard

'Joe' Yusuf Al-Kaysani x 'Nicky' Nicolo di Genova

The Road to El Dorado

Tulio x Miguel

U.N.C.L.E.

Napoleon Solo x Illya Kuryakin

Libros

Harry Potter

Albus Dumbledore x Gellert Grindelwald [♥]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Blaise Zabini x Theodore Nott [♥]

Pansy Parkinson x Daphne Greengrass [♥]

James Potter x Severus Snape [♥]

Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Shadowhunters

Magnus Bane x Alexander G. Lightwood

The Raven Cycle

Ronan Lynch x Adam Parrish

Richard Gansey III x Blue Sargent

Comics

DC Comics

Apollo x Midnighter

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Diana Prince x Steve Trevor

Garfield Logan x Rachel Roth

Hal Jordan x Barry Allen

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Jason Todd x Dick Grayson [♥]

Maggie Sawyer x Kate Kane

Roy Harper x Dick Grayson

Cassandra Cain x Stephanie Brown

Hernan Guerra x Kirk Langstrom

Michael Jon Carter x Ted Kord

Marvel

America Chavez x Kate Bishop

Azazel x Janos Quested

Gambit x Rogue

Erik Lehnsherr & Charles Xavier

Logan x Scott Summers [♥]

Natasha Romanoff x Bruce Banner

Shatterstar x Julio Richter (Rictor) [♥]

Steve Rogers x James B. Barnes [♥]

Theodore Altman x William Kaplan

Tony Stark x Loki Laufeyson [♥]

Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Wade Wilson x Peter Parker

Videojuegos

Assassin's Creed

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad x Malik Al-Sayf [♥]

Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Leonardo Da Vinci

Bayonetta

Bayonetta x Jeanne

Detroit: Become Human

Captain Allen x Gavin Reed

Connor, RK800 x Gavin Reed [♥]

Elijah Kamski x Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski x Leo Manfred [♥]

Kara, AX400 x Luther, TR400 [♥]

Markus, RK200 x Simon, PL600 [♥]

Nines, RK900 x Gavin Reed

North, WR400 x Chloe, ST200

Ralph, WR600 x Jerry, EM400

Simon, PL600 x Gavin Reed

Devil May Cry

Dante x Vergil [♥]

Nero x V

Final Fantasy VII

Cid Highwind x Vincent Valentine

Final Fantasy XII

Basch fon Ronsenburg x Balthier [♥♥♥]

Kingdom Hearts

Saïx x Axel

Metal Gear

Solidus Snake x Raiden

Overwatch

Gabriel Reyes x Jack Morrison

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield x Leon S. Kennedy [♥♥♥]

Claire Redfield x Moira Burton

Jake Muller x Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine x Chris Redfield

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Jill Valentine x Claire Redfield

Rebecca Chambers x Billy Coen

The Evil Within

Sebastian Castellano x Joseph Oda

Podcast

Welcome to Night Vale

Carlos x Cecil Palmer

Crossovers

Samurai Jack/Johnny Bravo

Johnny Bravo x Samurai Jack

Canon x Oc

Deadwind (Karppi)

OMC x Sakari Nurmi

Downton Abbey

OMC x Thomas Barrow

Locke & Key

Tyler Locke x OMC

OMC x Duncan Locke

Lost in Space

OMC x Don West

Pokemon

OMC x x James

The Dragon Prince

Soren x OMC

The Irregulars

OMC x John Watson

The Lord of the Rings

OMC x Legolas

Political Animals

OMC x Thomas James "T.J." Hammond

Resident Evil

Jake Muller x OMC

Star Trek

OMC x Julian Bashir

Warehouse 13

OMC x Steve Jinks

Wizards: Tales of Arcadia

OMC x Hisirdoux "Douxie" Casperan

Duplas de Actores

Aaron Paul x Hugh Dancy

Bradley James x Colin Morgan

Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Daniel Craig x Ben Whishaw

Daniel Sunjata x Aaron Tveit

Dominic Purcell x Wentworth Miller

Edward Holcroft x Ben Whishaw

Gabriella Pession x Richard Flood

Gabriel Macht x Patrick J. Adams

Hanno Koffler x Max Riemelt

Jamie Dornan x Cillian Murphy

Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki

Landon Liboiron x Bill Skarsgård

Mads Mikkelsen x Hugh Dancy

Matt Davis x Ian Somerhalder

Michael Fassbender x James McAvoy

Rami Malek x Martin Wallström

Scott Caan x Alex O'Loughlin

Shemar Moore x Matthew Gray Gubler

Tom Hardy x Cillian Murphy

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themoonthestarstheplanet · 5 years ago

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Bring Me the Horizon

(Two ANBU OCs get thrown into the FF7 verse, basically. Enjoy!

@secret-engima @vice-virtue @wolfsrainrules)

WARNINGS; Death, murder, Canablisim.

Hound has never been particularly interesting in any aspect, at least that was what she would tell you if anyone had ever thought to ask her but as it was what it is it was rare for one to ask her. Of course, that might have something to do with her barely ever speaking unless it was life-or-death.

Selectively mute, the medics had whispered. Annoyance and Disgrace, her uncles and aunts had muttered amongst themselves when they thought she couldn’t hear. Even when a few of them had even known her hearing was sharper than normal, even when she was just a few feet away from them and could hear them clear as day.

It had never bothered her. Their options and thoughts were their own and her’s were hers. But her body, of course, could not follow the same thought process as her mind. It was instincts and brain chemistry, she knew, that made her flinch away and freeze in the face of raised voices and quick movements. She hated it, hated the satisfaction it gave them when they saw.

She hated a lot of things actually. She hated her relatives for their disgust and disregard they had when they had contact with her as if she was diseased and filthy. She hated that they had shunned her father—her wonderful, soft-spoken and so so very gentle father—so much that he took his own life right in front of her. She hated the feeling that would stir in her stomach at her thoughts, that swelled and swelled so much that her body couldn’t take it and burst from her in violent, angry gold-red sparks—almost crystals really.

She had never actually remembered a time where she hadn’t had that small flame of anger underneath her skin, maybe it was when her father had been alive and had held her close and whispered tales of history and story mixed into one, maybe it was never. The point was that she had never felt anything but anger. (even if underneath all that anger is a lake full of self-hatred and loathing so deep she could drown in it without ever touching the bottom.)

In the end, she enters the Shinobi Academy at six, graduates at seven and after two years in the general shinobi ranks was quickly snatched up and shunted into the ANBU corps. She is one of the youngest to ever enter the ANBU corps and although they don’t like it, they can’t deny she’s good at what she does, nor that she was practically shanghaied into it.

She is given the name Hound and all but throws away her birth name. She all but drowns in her orders and hidden behind her mask no one knows her—no one knows her of the bastard Uchiha, the disgraced Uchiha. What they know of her, is that she is a great tracking, almost second to none bar Sakumo Hatake (Until the man’s suicide that is,) and a stealth specialist that has near enough no equal. Underneath her mask, hidden from sight and no one knowing her clan and sins—her sin of being born—she is a new person. Reborn into something new, something great. Almost like one of the legends that spoke of a bird capable of rebirth. It makes her feel alive, makes her feel something other than anger.

She meets Hyena, Her lifelong partner (Not that she knew it then,) in the middle of a mission gone wrong that he inserts himself into without any care of her thoughts of feelings, (then again, she had never vocalised her feelings before, if ever, and even in ANBU she wasn’t about to start then.)

She hates him at first like she does everything else at that point in her life. He is swift, smooth and charming but for all that she lacks social experience and skills, she has never been blind nor stupid. The man—for he is a man, for all his lanky frame and awkward limbs, he is a man for a shinobi is no child when they are first weapons and people second—is charming and smooth, like a politician there is no doubt. The man is no wallflower, nor a buttercup waiting to be picked at the slightest movement. No—the man is a wolf through and through. His mask—Hyena—fit him perfectly in more than one way. His movements are too smooth and his actions are collared behind a leash of barely concealed violence and glee, bloodthirsty in almost every single move he makes and hidden in his tone when he speaks.

If Hyena was a fool, then Hound loved her clan more than anything.

The mission finishes and they both go their separate ways and Hound hopes they don’t meet again. (Even if a small—very small—part of her cries out for even just a small bit of his joy and happiness. Just the smallest bit.)

It doesn’t work, unfortunately. They end up put in a team with three others, Spider, Goat and Bat. She hates it at first, even if Spider is sarcastic and makes her laugh silently. Even if Goat is careful of his strength around them and so so very gentle(—Father why did you leave—) with them. Even if Bat is a silent presence at her back when she needs it most. Even if Hyena is almost glued to her side that she’d have needed a crowbar to pry him free if he was any closer. They grow on her, of course, they do. They grow on her like a fungus that can’t—won’t—be scraped away.

It is, of course, the moment that she gets comfortable with them, the moment she wavers between speaking to them—speaking for the first time in years—that it all goes to hell.

A mission gone straight to hell almost as soon as they passed Mist’s borders. It happens near enough instantly, Spider goes down with a knife to the nape and it cleaved in half vertically. Goat is next despite his attempts to dodge and back away. They get his fingers first then his hands, they chop him up bits by bits as he tries to get away from them and Hound can only look in horror and sick kind of fascination as the man dies and they don’t stop. Hyena is pressed against her back, clutching at her shoulders and his fingers are trembling and his breath hitching at every CHOP that fills the clearing. Hound can’t stop, she can’t seem to look away and the picture is BURNED into her brain and she knows if she survives this it will haunt her dreams and waking moments forever.

Its a scramble, not even a battle, to get away from the monsters—and they are monsters, she thinks, watching numbly, frozen down to her core when one of them begins to EAT her teammate’s corpse and the others with them don’t seem to notice or care.

Bat goes mad, hysterically screaming as he throws himself at them and begins to just wail in grief at the one eating Spiders flesh. The grief is so chilling that it sends a shiver down her spine and it’s as Hyena is grabbing her by the back of her harness and hauling her away that she sees Bat’s mask go flying off and sees his red sharingan eyes that her breath catches in her throat and her heart seems to squeeze painfully tight in her chest.

Even if she wanted to think about it. Think about the fact that one of her relative—one of the people who hated her—was one of the few people she cared for. She can’t. Hyena is practically screaming in her face to wise the fuck up and get her shit together or else they’re gonna end up dead. And she can’t, she can’t lose anyone else to those monsters, to this terrible war and to anybody. She won’t survive it, that she knows. She’ll break and shatter into a million pieces and fly away like dust on the wind.

So she gathers her sanity, gathers all she has left and puts her back together as much as she can and it’s on. Its a race again both time and stamina. Bat’s—Uchiha—screams of grief quickly turning into ones of pain and agony. She thinks they get ganged on by some bandits somewhere along the way, she thinks they get ambushed as well at someone only she can’t remember. It’s a blur of motion and fire and ice in her veins and her heart in her throat then—

Hyena is in front of her—protecting her from something—she doesn’t know what from or why only that he’s gonna get hurt and she can’t—there’s screaming and it takes it a few minutes for it sink in that it’s her screaming herself hoarse for the first time in so long.

Something happens, something great and powerful, something terrible and sinister as something bursts from her in sparks—crystal-like—and swallow them both whole and then suddenly they aren’t in the same forest anymore but she doesn’t care about that. She throws herself at Hyena and grabs at his clothes and chokes and sobs into his shitty kevlar ANBU vest and clings to him.

“Don’t leave me alone!” She sobs in a voice that hasn’t been used in years, but she can’t sign this—she can’t just look him in the eyes and hopes she is understood. He needs to understand, needs to know that if he leaves she will die in every way but actual death. “You can’t—!! Don’t go and leave me here by myself! Don’t go where I can’t follow you!”

She can’t remember much after that, only that there’s a lot of sobbing and hushing from Hyena and all the stress—all the emotional uphill and grief crashes over her and knocks her out.

Hyena stills, his arms full of the bastard Uchiha in his arms. Her mask is gone, knocked off in one of their fights while running and he doesn’t think she’s noticed yet but what does trip him up is that she spoke. He also doesn’t think she’s noticed that they’ve somehow been aged down to tinies.

She’s cute, not his type sure, but cute enough. Her hair, free of the hairnet and mask that held it in, is fire red and short, almost bob-like in that it ends at her chin and puffs out a bit. Her jaw is sharp and angular and her skin is pale. She would have looked like a classic Uchiha if it weren’t for her wild Uzumaki hair.

He also can’t get over the fact that she spoke. After so long in silence if what her hoarse and cracking voice told him and to him. Right enough, they both just watched their teammates being horribly killed and then eaten right in front of them so he guessed she was right with the tears and the speaking and almost-breakdown. Almost like the breakdown Hyena is starving off by not thinking about it.

They’re in foreign lands (even when it’s not necessarily land they actually landed on—more like a small pond of green water that stings and burns), somewhere that isn’t safe when he doesn’t know the surrounding and Hyena doesn’t know how they got there or how Hound did it but he really doesn’t have the mental strength to look the gift horse in the face right now, he’s exhausted and injured from the fighting and the running.

Hyena hasn’t always been very smart. He’s not a genius, like his clan heir nor their elders with their experience.

He’s the example of a union born of a Nara and Inuzuka, more instincts and impulse even when he can play it smart with the best of them and with how tired he is he doubts he has the mental capabilities to seduce someone into giving them shelter—never mind the fact that he’s ten instead of eighteen.

It takes less than half a day for Hound to wake up and even less than that for him to realise that they’re not in their world anymore. The first sign, there is no Konoha, nor Land of Fire. it gets him strange looks right enough when he asks and no one has seen his forehead protector before. They coo at his looks and express his concern over his ‘friend’ that easily makes him both annoyed and irritated in equal measure. He also finds out that the small marble-like balls he picked up are called Materia and seem to be able to do what Jutsu’s normally do. He guesses he’s lucky he picked them up, even if he only did it to see if he could make some quick money with it as he quickly learns that 1) Chakra doesn’t exist wherever they are and 2) neither of them have Chakra anymore.

Which is great, absolutely fantastic.

There’s not much to do when they get into reading everything they get their hands-on about this new world of theirs. They practice both their ANBU training in their new and younger bodies and study and practice with Materia just as much—if not more with.

They also learn about ShinRa which well not really the worse thing they’ve seen it isn’t really on their radar much but as a place that they could go and get a job when they’ve finally gotten this whole New-world New-Body thing figured out.

Its also around this time that they meet the Turks and well—sign them up. It’s like being ANBU but much more open and without the masks. Which does admittedly confuse them for a while because What? If they're the Shadows everyone's scared off, why do they show their faces?? Right enough, it's not their world so—whatever goes, goes they both guess.

They meet Veld after being introduced into the Turks. It’s normal of course, introduce the newbies to the boss and intimidate and awe them. At least that’s what Hyena thinks is gonna happen when they first step into the office in newly given suits that Hyena already hates, he misses his old ANBU uniform and the kevlar vest that Hound both hated and loved.

The bossman looks them over and then without thinking, double-takes at Hound and just stares. It makes something in him bristle and his instincts fire off all at the same time and its only his ANBU control that allows him to keep his cool and not go ballistic at the man.

It’s subtle and if he was any less experienced and not actually a green rookie they all think he is he might have missed it. Velds eyes shift from Hound’s face, taking in her features carefully and then slowly, almost as if he’s dreading what he’s gonna find, he looks at the small picture frame on his desk.

Its a picture of Veld, younger of course and another man besides him. He’s tall and lanky, dressed in the common Turk suit and silky black hair and red eyes. He has a sharp jawline and almond eyes that if Hyena didn’t know better he’d have thought they were Hounds but no—for one, Hound is a female not a male and two, she has red hair not black but—

It’s there. The features in the unknown man’s face and the way he seems to stand, graceful and tall that seems to mirror his partner.

Hmm, he thinks, staring at the frame then looking over at Hound. How interesting.

#final fantasy vii #ff7 #naruto #the turks #turks #Veld #Bring me the horizon verse #Hound ANBU #Hyena ANBU #ocs

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iwriteunoriginalideas · 5 years ago

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Chapters: 10/30 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Uchiha Shun/Nara Kiku, Uzumaki Ashika/Uzumaki Ryuboku, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Original Uchiha Character(s), Uchiha Shun, Uchiha Kokoro, Original Nara Character(s), Nara Kiku, Nara Seiki-ka, Original Uzumaki Character(s), Uzumaki Ryuboku, Uzumaki Ashika, Uzumaki Maki, Original Male Character(s), Kazuki, Hiroto, Nigawari, Original Female Character(s), Tanaka Gohan, Canonical Character(s) - Character, Uchiha Mikoto, Uchiha Fugaku, Nara Yoshino, Nara Shikaku, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Shimura Danzou, Shimura Danzo Additional Tags: Children of War Series, Fix-It, Fix-It of Sorts, Pre-Naruto Canon Era, Canon-Typical Violence, many character deaths, Major character death - Freeform, Major Original Character(s), Mild Language, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Arranged Marriage, Arranged Marriage Mentioned, Naruto Seal Theories, Uzushiogakure | Hidden Eddy Village, Konohagakure | Hidden Leaf Village, The Uchiha Clan is Still there, for now, The Uzumaki are not, ANBU Team Horn, Team as Family Series: Part 1 of Children Of War Summary:

Prequel to "Fire's Blight" and "Whirlpool's Legacy" The first installment of "Children of War"

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The captain of team Horn was no fool. None of them were, really, but they were efficient and useful when they started. But that was the problem. Only fools got a chance to outlive their usefulness.

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Uchiha Shun was on her way home after two long years. She'd completed her mission and then some. She didn't expect anything upon her return, though. After all, it was definitely meant to be a long term suicide mission. She wasn't expected to return at all, let alone bloody and pregnant.

Then again, Shun thought, the Village can go fuck itself. My child is more important.

All that she needed to do now was get into Fire Country before she gave birth. It didn't happen, though, as Shun went into labor three days away from the border. She did her best to ignore it, to walk a little further, but it was of little use. In the darkness of early night, Shun was doing her best to quietly give birth behind enemy lines. Several hours later Shun held a baby girl. Uchiha Kokoro's life begins on June fifth, born washed in the early morning twilight of Iron Country.

So I don’t know why I never shared this before but @m-buggy is doing the Lord’s work by providing disaster ninja lesbians to the Naruto universe and letting me contribute by having my Uzumaki OCs be apart of what is a great fic so far! Please read his work, it’s such a pleasant writing style and I get excited everytime he posts a chapter even though I’m also apart of this story!

#Naruto #Fix-It Fic #Naruto OCs #Uchiha Clan #Uzumaki Clan

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celeryw · 7 years ago

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6, 20 & 29 :o

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won’t they take advice from, no matter what it is?

shun, kazue, hiroko and takashi will go to rikuto for advice no matter what, and rikuto will go to kakashi if he can’t handle it. rikuto is truly kakashi’s gateway into his student’s lives.

team 20 doesn’t take advice from sasuke, ever, because he sucks at it.

20. What do they like that nobody else does?

kazue really likes vanilla and honey yogurt with sprinkles and one cashew.

hiroko likes wearing odd socks around the house and the others hate it

rikuto likes baking at almost 4am, but he never stays up, no, he sets an alarm and clamours over all his partners to get to the kitchen before the sun is up.

takashi likes kazue’s cooking, which is great because no one else in team 20 or team 7 like it, and kazue is fond of experimenting.

shun likes cleaning, the bathroom is one of his favourite places. (the others try to keep it as tidy as they can though, just because he likes cleaning it doesn’t mean it has to be a mess.)

29. What recurring dreams do they have?

takashi dreams about the uchiha massacre far too often. he dreams about facing itachi and stopping him, he dreams about living with his parents again.

kazue dreams of desert and oasis’, he likes these dreams, because he misses suna a lot (but even then, he’s happier here)

hiroko often dreams about the perfect form of the water dragon. it speaks to her, and she listens.

shun doesn’t dream very often, or, he doesn’t remember his dreams. he likes to think that he dreams about his team.

rikuto dreams of konoha, burning. he hates it.

oc asks reveal more than you think

#cel writes #cel answers #wow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#i fucking love team 20!!!!!!!!!#thank you sage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#yike-xing #team 20 #naruto online

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hallous · 1 year ago

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made up some shisaku kids to feed my silly brain

meet sen (left) and shun (right)

#shisaku #naruto #naruto oc #oc: uchiha sen #oc: uchiha shun #hallous draws #hallous draws naruto

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fanfictionlive · 5 years ago

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I need help replying to a comment: "If we apply [OC]'s logic to real life does that mean none of us have the right to hate Hitler since he technically didn't hurt us? Lol."

So...... this ended up being awfully long and I'm not sure if I should be asking this here since it's a specific situation, but I don't have anyone else to ask.

An anon on ao3 left a comment (the one in the title - copied word for word) and I don't know how to reply. On one hand, I feel like they took a specific part of my fic out of context and blew it out of proportion, but on the other, that is what the OC's logic was, so... I'm teetering between explaining, deleting/ignoring the comment, and fixing the scene in question.

(This next part is the specific context so if you're not interested, skip everything with quotes.)

The fandom is Naruto, and the question the OC was answering was whether people had a right to hate Uchihas for Madara's crimes. The OC said,

“The people who were hurt by Madara have a right to hate him. They also have a right to be wary of other Sharingan users.”

"hating someone [it's implied to be Madara] who never did anything to you is stupid.”

to which the other person (Shisui, btw, just in case anyone was wondering) answered,

“But what about cases where it’s hard to tell whether you were hurt by that person or not? Some people could argue that everyone in Konoha, including future generations thousands of years from now, was hurt by Madara.”

about which the OC thinks that's a very good point but since he doesn't want to think too deeply about it, answers "I don't know and I don't care" and the scene ends.

The scene was used to make the OC question whether he had the right to shun Naruto for being the Kyuubi when he'd done nothing to hurt him. The OC's thought process (which is stated right after the above scene) is that while someone might deserve to be hated, that doesn't give everyone the right to hate. Hence, while Naruto/Kyuubi might deserve to be shunned, that doesn't give the OC the right to do so. In hindsight, probably a bit weak, but well, that's not the issue here.

In my defence, it's the Naruto world. Morality is treated differently. Not to mention the scene itself implies that the OC's way of thinking is wrong/too simple.

But then again, the commenter didn't say anything that wasn't true.

No one else, including my beta and other commenters, had an issue with the scene (or if they did, they didn't say anything) so I want to either explain or just delete/ignore the comment, but technically, that is what the OC said and I'm really worried I accidentally defended Hitler somehow. Any thoughts? Words of advice? Should I reply, ignore/delete, or fix the scene?

I might be panicking a bit more because I have another 'weird in a not exactly positive way' comment that I don't know how to deal with as well (just in case anyone is interested in helping for this as well, it was, "I’m confused... what exactly are you trying to write, here? What is this fiction?" on the first chapter...). My first two in the same day... I was feeling off since I woke up and it's only grown worse since I saw my inbox. Help, please?

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#fan fiction #writing #fanfiction #tv show #series #movie #fan #write

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