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Uchiha's x Uchiha! Reader Au
The famed Madara Uchiha, known for his looks, skill, prowess, and overall demeanor. Along with being the head of the Uchiha Clan. The Uchiha Clan was filled with very, interesting, personel to be more specific powerful, but difficult people. For the better or worse you Y/N Uchiha were part of the Uchiha clan, and it was why you were sitting at sixth chair to the right at the clan table, currently listening Fugaku about to beat the shit out of one of the other clan head attendants.
Just because you were all part of the same clan doesn't mean all of you were related really. Well, technically you were, but only by a very very very distant ancestor with some power genes to give you the Sharingan.
Konoha was currently in a little bit of turmoil to say the least, but it was leaning towards complete political chaos. Itachi Uchiha, your best friend sort of relationship partner, had recently arrested dans for the attempted murder of the whole clan, and ripping out Shisui's eye. He was receiving the highest medical treatment in the village. But none the less you were still worried for him, he lost his eye for god's sake!! He's a survivor, but you know it will be a bit of a hard adjustment to overcome.
Looking over to Madara you see the utter look of disappointment and annoyance in his eyes at the screaming fest that was happening in front of him. You didn't need to be a ninja to know the fingers caressing his brow look, paired with the occasional clenching of his jaw. He didn't want to be there just as much as you didn't.
You weren't the gossipy type, but a little drama could spice up any situation, and when your clan-mate/best friend Izumi Uchiha was sitting right next to you just as board as you were, it might be worth spilling a little bit of tea. Everyone should. know. the. truth.
"Hey...... Izumi" You whisper to your buddy, trying to start a quiet conversation to pass time to the meeting that was unfortunately mandatory, but also quite boring.
"What........ Y/N?" She responds.
"Not to be messy, but be messy, I saw Madara meeting with Hashirama this morning, I didn't hear what they said, well a portion of it, but they were really going into it because Hashirama said that if Madara didn't watch himself he would go wood style on his ass again."
"What wait, ooo damn, you know I also think I heard when I went to the Hokage's office that one of his secretaries was saying that Madara was about to go ham on Tobirama's ass."
"Damnn, what do you think Tobirama did this timeeee?"
"IDK, but it had to be bad because I actually saw Madara trying to calm himself down."
"Wow that is top tier."
"Y/N do you know about Sasuke's Fan Club at School? It's the funniest thing ever."
"Izumi he about to Chidori all of those girls for being on his ass all the time, especially that pink hair girl that goes around punching that Naruto kid all the time, Kakashi's really got his hands-full."
"That's not the only thing he's full of, he's full of muscles too."
"Gurrrrl, don't let Itachi hear you."
"Hey, I'm just appreciating what only a blind person wouldn't find attractive."
"If we're going to get into attract, Tsunade is kinda killing it I'm just saying, and that Minato Uzamaki damnnn."
"Hypocrite, don't let Shisui hear you."
"Why Shisui though?"
"He clearly likes you."
"I'm not to sure about that girl, he's kinda cute, but you might need to get your eyes checked girl."
"He sure as hell has to."
"Izumi, you did not just go there miss mam."
"I did, absolutely no regrets."
"Y/N and Izumi can we focus on the meeting at hand please?" Madara's voice boomed across the table to meet the two of you's ears while he gave you the most unimpressed look he could muster while giving the two of you the death look. Making sure that the two of you were now actively part of the gathering.
Oh well, back to the boring
some commission work!
NOT SASUKE JUST WALKIN UP TO THE PARTY NOT KNOWIN HIS BROTHER IS RIGHT THERE
Kakashi just straight up name dropping Sasuke while Itachi is in "hiding" behind him.
the way naruto is repeatedly juuuuuust missing sasuke by a hair is so frustrating! they invented slowburn i think <3
Pairing: Kakashi x Reader
Genre: Fluff. Teeth rotting fluff.
"It's stifling in here," the silver-haired Hokage managed, slipping a finger under his mask to let the air hit his face. He took a deep breath, trying to relax the gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Kakashi," Gai stood from the wooden chairs before the Hokage's desk, "relax, my friend. I've never seen you so tense."
"I'm not tense," Kakashi brushed off Gai's hard reassuring pat on the back.
"The crease between your eyes has never been so prominent," Gai poked his friend's forehead, stopping him. Kakashi sighed heavily, meeting Gai's gaze.
"I'm fine," he reassured his friend.
"Having second thoughts?" Gai nudged him.
Kakashi looked at his friend and pushed past him to walk to his desk, "no, never. Are my robes here yet?"
"Then what is it?" Guy followed him, watching him as he shuffled papers around on his desk, "We're so young; how could anything bother you on your wedding day?"
"I'm not bothered," Kakashi turned, looking at his oldest friend, giving him a reassuring promise. "Just a little nervous."
The silver-haired shinobi turned Hokage had never felt this way before. His chest swirled with tightness, and his mind raced from thought to thought. The whole village had its eyes on him and [y/n] today. Every gaze would be turned to their marriage, the Hokage and his new wife.
Gai slapped Kakashi on the back again, smiling broadly, "I'm happy for you, my old friend. You're a lucky one."
Kakashi laughed nervously, his fingers pushing the hair at the nape of his neck down. He still hadn't gotten used to the missing thicker locks that had been cut off earlier in the week. His mind traveled to his bride, dreamily manifesting the image of what she would look like walking towards him. He felt his chest tighten more, exhaling shakily.
"Your haori is ready," Yamato came through the office door, towing the Hokage's formal attire behind him carefully. Kakashi nodded, realizing the ceremony would be beginning shortly. He turned to the window behind his desk, looking down at the ceremony space designated for his wedding behind the Hokage's manor. Guests were trickling in one by one, all being greeted by Iruka, whom he had appointed.
"Perfect!" Gai exclaimed, grabbing the attire from Yamato's grasp, "let's get this party ROLLING!"
The sunlight was overbearing on his back as he made his way down the steps towards the ceremony space. His haori fit nicely, but the black, heavy material felt like two weights on his shoulders. He smiled at the guests, greeting the other Kage's respectively. Each congratulated him and encouraged him to not worry about hosting duties on his big day.
Kakashi looked around, taking in the surroundings for a moment as he adjusted his sleeves. Then, he thought of the day he asked y/n to marry him. Sitting quietly under a tree, her head had leaned against his shoulder, dozing off after their rather long walk to their favorite quiet spot on the outskirts of Konoha.
The wisteria blossoms had been in full bloom, dangling above them to create a sea of lavender-colored petals. He had taken her hand as she rested, silently and covertly slipping a ring on her finger with his shaking, cold hands. She hadn't budged at his movements, her breath shallow against the side of his neck.
"I love you," he had whispered against the shell of her ear, "and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Her eyes had fluttered open in surprise, dazed by his words. His fingers had grasped her hand gently and pulled them to his lips, kissing the tip of her ring finger with a tender, fervent gaze. When the realization had hit her, her arms had flown around him, pulling him close to her with a shower of kisses and affectionate affirmations following.
Looking back, the thought enveloped him in a warmth that wasn't from the sun casting down.
"Kakashi," Iruka called out, a smile stretched across his lips as he checked his watch, "all the guests have arrived."
"Good," Kakashi nodded, "I guess that means we're almost ready."
"Yes," Iruka smiled again eagerly. He hesitated for a moment and then leaned in, his voice just above a whisper. "It's time to go get your bride."
Kakashi looked over quickly at Iruka, his eyes glistening with excitement and nervousness. Iruka raised his eyebrows, urging the Hokage to go meet his future wife.
You stood in your kimono, flattening the white fabric out nervously at your waist. Your hands felt clammy, and your heart thumped uncomfortably in your chest. Glancing at the clock, you couldn't help but think of the moments that ticked by that brought you closer to being Kakashi's wife.
Reaching up, you traced your eyelashes with the back of your finger, feeling the moisture from your eyes lying modestly between them. The emotions in your chest were overwhelming you, threatening to burst at any second. The joy consumed you as you inhaled heavily, feeling your lungs expand before letting out a shaky breath.
At one last glance, you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes fluttered from the ornate flower in your hair, the rouge on your cheeks down to the bouquet you held at your waist. So this was really happening, you thought.
The sound of a gentle knock on the door caused your heart to skip into your throat. You turned, watching the handle turn quietly before opening a crack.
"[y/n]?" you heard Kakashi's hesitant yet soft voice from behind the opening.
"Yes?" you asked, unsure as to why. You had been waiting for him - for this moment when he would open the door and see you for the first time in your wedding dress. Your heart quivered in your ribcage.
"Can I come in?" he asked quietly, the smile evident in his voice.
"Yes," you replied, your voice exuding like a content sigh.
He didn't swing the door open like some men would, eager to see their bride and get down the aisle. Some men would never even think to knock, knowing full well that what was behind that door was theirs. But the Hokage was different, gentle in more ways than one, yet fiercely protective of what was his.
You hadn't realized you had been holding your breath as you watched him open the door. The sight of his slender fingers tenderly gripping the knob was all you could focus on for a moment, the overwhelming excitement and nervousness engrossing every cell in your body.
But when you finally looked up at him, your eyes catching his, everything felt peaceful. Nothing else mattered except for the gentle upturn of his eyebrows and the soft slope of his lips that curled into a smile. The recognition of his uncovered expression that you only saw intimately sent an electric shock through your body.
The distance between you both disappeared almost immediately. You felt the dance of his fingertips curve around your waist, pulling you close to him as you stifled a giggle of excitement that quickly turned into tears of delight. Tears brimmed at your eyes as you hugged him close, feeling his steady body against your chest and his fingertips spread between the skin of your shoulder blades. Nothing mattered at that moment.
"You look so beautiful," you felt his lips brush against your ear. You smiled against his jaw, feeling the soft prickle of his skin and the scent of his aftershave fill your senses.
"I wasn't expecting you to not wear your mask," you whisper into his neck as your hands hung lazily around his body. But, instead, you felt his hands gently grasp your shoulders, pulling you away to look at you. Your eyes scanned his face, the small mole on his chin resurrecting the smile you couldn't quite tame.
"I figured you'll be my wife shortly, so you should certainly get used to it," he lifted his finger and traced the curve of your own jaw, the feeling of his rough index finger traveling across your skin sent an electric shock through you. You felt heat erupt within you, and by the firm look he gave you, he had felt it too.
"Will you not be wearing it during the ceremony?" You asked hopefully.
He chuckled, pulling you back into his chest. You felt the echo of his laugh reverberate against you.
That was a no.
The surreal environment you walked into with your fiance on your arm felt like you had been transported into a far-off dream you had had many months ago. The realization that all of your planning and praying for things to singularly come together to this moment overwhelmed your senses.
You looked down the aisle at Kakashi, his mask returned to cover his sharp features. Yet, a part of you didn't mind. It was the familiar face you had fallen in love with. You could see the shadow of a grin under the fabric of his face as you walked towards him. Sakura blossoms bobbed all around you, whispering in the breeze that swept his short hair to the side even more.
Once you reached him, you could see the outline of red around his eyes. The man who never showed his emotions in public unless absolutely necessary couldn't help but be overcome with passion at the sight of his bride. You reached for his hand, feeling the clamminess of his skin as you threaded your fingers through his. You smiled at him, and he leaned over to plant a soft kiss on your temple.
"You may kiss your bride," was all you heard as the ceremony ended. You looked up at him, delirious with joy as he smiled down at you, his wife. You narrowed your eyebrows when he didn't immediately press his lips to yours at the reader's consent. He waved your maid of honor over, pointing to your bouquet that she held for you.
"This?" your maid of honor asked, holding up the floral arrangement. He nodded, taking it from her as your attendees continued to cheer. You took it from her and looked back at him, puzzled by his strange request.
But when he pulled your wrist up to cover both of your faces with the bouquet, it all made sense. Shielding the two of you from the audience, you felt the pleasing satisfaction of his bare lips to yours, the sensation enough to send an electric shock through every cell in your body as he pulled your waist closer to his hips. Your whole body blushed at the thrill of kissing your husband without his mask in front of a hundred or so people.
Pulling away breathlessly, he looked down at you, relishing the look of awestruck satisfaction on your face as he pulled his mask back over his nose. Setting the bouquet back at your waist, you gave a dazed smile to the cheering attendees.
As you turned back to the ever louder cheering guests, you felt his lips touch the shell of your ear while you walked back down the aisle.
"Was that good enough for you?" He quipped, smiling behind his mask. You giggled at his remark, waving to your guests.
As you reached a private place behind the crowd, you let out a long sigh, waving your hand to fan yourself. You smiled, joy filling every nerve ending in your body.
Looking out at the crowd that dispersed to a cocktail hour, you felt the warm embrace of the Hokage's arms around your waist. You sighed again, inhaling his scent as he buried his lips in your neck. You felt his grip tighten on your hips.
"I love you," you murmured to him, caressing the hand on your hips. Quickly, he turned you around to face him, searching your face as if to emanate with his eyes how he was feeling.
"I don't think you understand," he whispered to you, his hand on your jaw. You reached up, your fingers brushing over his knuckles and the warm wedding band on his fingers.
"Understand what?" You giggled.
His face remained serious, his gaze overwhelming.
"Understand what?" You repeated quietly.
"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."
“Sasuke, if you attack the Hidden Leaf, I'll have no choice; I will fight you, don't doubt that. But until that day, save your hatred. Then you can throw all of it right at me. I'm the only one who can handle all that hate! Do you understand? I'm the only one who can fulfill that duty; so I'll bear the burden of your hatred, and I'll die with you!”
thinking about the line "ill bear your burden and die with you"
like.. its not enough to just fight sasuke to defend the leaf. like no, ill fight you to death to defend the leaf but im not gonna let you die alone either. so i'll join you in death
if i cant have both the leaf and you alive, then i'll just DIE to be with you and to understand you fully in the next life. WTFFFF
I don’t believe that there’s fan service being used in Naruto/Boruto, but i do believe that the creators go by what’s popular. You know how Hinata, Shikamaru, and Iruka are considered side characters, but always have merchandise, and offical art made for them? It’s because they are popular amongst the viewers. You don’t see them selling Shino merchandise/offical art, because he isn’t a popular character that would sell. It’s the same thing with Saiino. Saiino isn’t a popular ship, and that’s why you don’t see any Saiino offical art/merchandise being sold or made. It’s not popular. The creators go by the most popular characters/ship.
A cutie for the ages~
 When your best friends are all goons with very little common sense so your default expression is one of utter disbelief. (click on it for better quality)
Naruto, concerned: come on Sasuke, I can see your eyes are all red.
Sasuke, wiping his eyes, having very clearly been crying: that's my sharingan you fucking idiot.
Cw: a BUTT
A moment of your attention for Naruto in Sub Frenzy by Shira Taka @yo-aloe-vera