#i stared at shisui so hard

[vulpisnocturna]

Can I request Shisui #4. 🥺 Debatably, in my eyes, he normally would be a passionate person. What if one time he let it all out.

Incoming my first Shisui x Reader smut! This is long and not proofread lol

#4: “No”, says Character. A pull of the hair, making them lift their face. “Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, my love. I want you to watch me take you apart”

NSFW - Minors do not interact

Warnings: pleasure dom/hard dom Shisui, edging, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), vaginal sex, praise kink, dirty talk, slight humiliation kink, Shisui is a tease, make up sex, improper use of genjutsu (did I say he likes to tease?), jealousy, creampie

Shisui gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing and getting darker and darker with his rage. You just stared at him, pinching the bridge of your nose.

‘Leave me alone, Shisui’ you muttered, ‘It’s not that way, and I’ve already said that’

‘We’re not done talking’ he said, spreading his arms and swiftly appearing in front of you wherever you turned to walk away, utilising his skills to be annoying.

‘What is there to explain? He kissed me- believe me, I didn’t want to and pushed him away’ you groaned, repeating it another time. Shisui ran a hand on his face and through his wavy hair.

‘Yeah, and now you’re going on a week-long mission with him. You see how that would make me feel? I trust you, baby, but that prick- I do not want him around you’ he said, trying to sweet-talk his way out of it. You scoffed, crossing your arms.

‘You trust me. It doesn’t seem that way’ you said, trying to push your way past him. It wasn’t entirely fair to get angry at him, but he was so pushy sometimes it made you mad.

He grabbed you, pulling you against his body, splaying his fingers on your stomach.

‘I know you don’t mind the fact that I’m a bit jealous. Now I’m starting to want to show you you’re mine, and that you love being mine’ he said against your ear, his lips skimming your jaw as he dipped his head, ‘I have a way of making you forget all about him’

You forced yourself to get out of his embrace, glowering at him, even though you could feel the warmth in your lower stomach. He couldn’t always use sex as a way to resolve arguments, knowing he could get everything he wanted that way.

‘I’m not even thinking about him! You’re the one who’s obsessed with him. Maybe you should go fuck him’ you yelled, and Shisui snapped, his eyes gleaming of crimson as his Sharingan activated and he pushed you against the wall. You went to push him away again, but his hands were quick to grab your wrists and pin them above you.

‘I’m tired of arguing now. I want you- to know- just what I mean, because you’re not listening to me and it’s starting to irritate me’ he said darkly, staring at you, rooting you to the spot. You could not look away and you felt yourself fall in a genjutsu.

You were tied up to the bed, on the verge of an orgasm, and Shisui had his fingers between your legs, smirking at you as he stopped moving.

‘You want me. You want only me. Look. You can’t help it’ he said, starting to move again, his tongue on your nipples, his palm rubbing against your clit, his fingers curling.

‘Shisui- fuck’ you moaned, helplessly rutting against his hand, chasing an orgasm that was always away from your reach.

‘What do you want?’ he asked, licking his lips and staring at you with those hypnotising eyes.

‘Please let me cum- Shisui, I need it… please’ you whined, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Usually, Shisui wasn’t this mean. He liked to tease, but he did not usually edge you that much.

‘I don’t think you need it enough. You see now?’ he crooned, and you were transported back to reality, where you found yourself on the bed, Shisui hovering above you.

There was an uncomfortable tightness in your lower stomach, and your panties were drenched. Your breath was uneven, your thighs kept rubbing together.

‘Need something? Need me to help you, baby?’ he grinned, smug and clearly turned on as you stared at the bulge in his trousers.

‘Fuck you, Shisui’ you breathed, pulling him down by his shirt lapel and kissing him roughly, passionately, twisting your hips to straddle him and invert your positions.

You bit down on his lip, sucking it, but Shisui didn’t look as though he’d let you have your way that day, because he pushed you against the bed, trapping you, choking you and starting to sloppily make out with you, more roughly than he was usually, jabbing his tongue in your mouth and taking control completely as he pinned your hands above your head.

‘You make me lose my damn mind, baby. I don’t want to be gentle today. I need to prove a thing or two to you’ he said, unzipping your vest and tossing it away, doing the same with the rest of your clothes before you could gather yourself and fully grasp what he was doing. And before you could react, his mouth was on your throat, kissing and licking and biting.

‘No marks, Shi- ahhh’ you moaned when he sucked harshly, palming your tits, keeping you still, for the first time utilising his strength to pin you down.

‘Need everyone to know you belong to me’ he said, pinching your nipple and dipping his head to suck on it and scrape it with his teeth. You squirmed, hating how turned on you were, how much you wanted him to continue, how you’d completely forgotten your anger and only wanted him to devour you. Because Shisui was always passionate, but he was never this rough and demanding, he’d never made you feel like this. Like your body was on fire.

‘Aww. You’re so worked up, baby. Need that pretty mouth on my cock, m’kay?’ he cooed, smirking at you, his eyes still red with his sharingan as he took off his t-shirt and pulled you between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, making you whimper as he fisted your hair and freed his cock, holding it in front of your lips.

You let out a small moan, looking up at him, finding it immensely hot how he had his sharingan activated as you twirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and sucked it slowly. There was something darker about him now, something dangerous that let you know he was, after all, one of the strongest shinobi in the world.

‘That’s a good girl. He would never understand how it feels to know how hot and sweet your pretty mouth is around my cock’ he let out, pushing more inside your mouth, almost making you gag.

‘Fuck. Wanna fuck your mouth’ he breathed, licking his lips, and you moaned. He had never done it before, always letting you go at your own pace, but you found that the thought made you shiver, your clit pulsing as you got even more turned on.

You slid a hand between your legs, wanting to play with your clit, but Shisui snapped his tongue against his teeth and swatted it away.

‘I make you cum. You’ll have to wait. Understood?’ he groaned, looking down at you. You let out a whine, bobbing your head, your eyes tearing up. He smirked at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb before he started to snap his hips against your face. You braced yourself on his hip, your jaw slackening to accommodate his length, your tongue attempting to tease the underside of his cock, drool starting to coat him and your chin.

'Pretty. You look so pretty' he breathed, lightly pushing your head against his pelvis, his fingers curling on your scalp, soft moans pouring out of his lips.

You were starting to get tired, and seeing was becoming increasingly difficult with the tears in your eyes, but Shisui’s hot moans were egging you on, and his praises were making you want him to cum in your mouth.

‘I’m close- swallow like a good girl, yeah?’ he moaned, and you did the same, hollowing your cheeks and making your mouth tighter just so you could hear him lose his mind. And he did, his hips twitching as he came down your throat, his head hanging back, long, dark eyelashes sweeping the tops of his cheeks as his eyelids fluttered. You swallowed heavily, pulling your head back and licking your lips.

‘Fuck. Shit, my perfect girl’ he grunted, looking back at you and roughly tossing you on the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing you, seemingly taken by passion as his hands roamed your body, groping your ass, fingertips digging in your thigh, mouth latching onto your nipples.

‘Gonna lick your cute little cunt, baby’ he said, removing the rest of his clothes and kissing a line down your stomach, spreading your legs, giving you a smouldering look before he dragged his tongue up your drenched labia. Your hips twitched, your hands shooting to the wavy strands of his hair, a lewd whine tearing through you.

‘That’s it. You need this from me- need my tongue on your pretty cunt?’ he smirked, his eyes on your face as he did it again, lingering and pressing on your clit. You squirmed, pinned down by his large hands, whimpering again.

‘Sh-isui… oh God. Yes’ your lips parted as you nodded, arching your back as he sucked your clit, your eyes closing, your eyebrows arching, a small crease forming between them, your mouth agape. You needed release so bad, needed him to make you cum.

‘Good girl. Keep moaning for me’ he grunted, blowing cold air on your clit, relentlessly keeping you still and flush against his face as he flung your thighs on his shoulders and dipped his tongue inside you, his nose pressing against your clit.

‘Ahh, Shisui- almost there’ you keened, and he started licking your clit up and down and from side to side, sucking it occasionally, until you started trembling and thrashing, the impending orgasm making you tense up everywhere. And then he stopped.

‘Shisui, please’ you whined, almost sobbed, panting. Shisui laughed, making your face burn as he pulled back and licked his lips.

‘Aren’t you cute, begging me to fuck you. You want me so badly?’ he taunted, stroking your cheek.

‘Fuck you’ you spat, and he smirked lazily at you, glaring at you when your hand went to your clit.

‘Tsk, tsk… not good, baby. I’m going to have to tie your bratty hands up’ he said, quick to catch your arms and twist them behind your back, turning you and keeping you still as he grabbed a rope from the holster on the floor and tying you up.

‘You’re a prick, Shisui’ you muttered, sounding damnably needy instead of angry. Shisui lifted himself up, dragging the floor mirror on the other side of the room in front of the bed. He lifted you up and sat you down on his lap, and you felt your face burn as you stared at yourself, your legs blocked by his knees, your hair a mess, your face tear-stained, your expression dazed.

‘That’s what you look like when I fuck you. And only I get to see this look. I’m going to make you watch as I fuck you. And then, you’ll see just how fucked out you look when I make you mine’ he crooned, lifting your hips and sinking into your cunt, stretching you out, his thick cock rubbing against all the right places, making you whimper and squirm, helpless against the bindings and the lock of his knees.

‘Fuck, you are so tight and wet. See? You were made for my cock’ he breathed, touching your tits, his long fingers curling to palm them, encouraging you to grind your ass against his hips, desperately chasing the orgasm that you had craved for too long.

‘Shisui… need it harder’ you moaned, and Shisui’s hands settled on your hips, bouncing you in his cock. You keened loudly, your head dropping forward, your lips parting, incoherent pleas leaving your mouth as you let your eyes close.

For a minute, Shisui merely fucked you relentlessly, his cock rubbing against your g-spot, making you moan unabashedly, but then, he pulled on your hair, making you lift your face.

‘No. Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, my love. I want you to watch me take you apart” he said against your ear, sucking on your throat. You obeyed, opening your eyes, almost orgasming at the sight of your flushed body, your expression, your cunt sucking in Shisui’s cock, the slick glistening on your inner thighs, his lust-laden, intense eyes staring at all of you. You looked fucked stupid. You looked dirty, lewd, with your eyes glazed over and your mouth agape with every thrust, your tits bouncing with the movement. You looked helpless in his arms, like a plaything. And it made you throb with need around him.

‘Aren’t you a pretty thing? You look so dirty, baby. Pretty slut. Fuck, you like that? You like me telling you how filthy and sexy you look with my cock between your legs? You look like a proper slut. I’m going to remember this sight’ he said, making you moan and clamp around his cock, milking it as it pounded into you.

‘Shisui, please… need to cum so bad’ you cried, desperately throbbing around his cock.

‘Mhh. Can anyone fuck that face into you, mh? Tell me, and I might make you cum’ he pressed, and you shook your head meekly, entranced by that lewd sight.

‘No- you’re the only one- Shisui, it’s so much… please, please’ you pleaded, sobbing, and Shisui hummed in appreciation, bouncing you faster and harder, slamming into you at a pace that made you scream with your orgasm. You came around his cock, forcing yourself to watch your reflection as your mouth opened in a gasp, your eyes glazed. Shisui looked heavenly, dark curls sticking to his pale forehead, red, swollen lips, being bulging in his forearms and hands as he gripped your hips possessively.

‘My good little slut. You feel so good. Can that idiot fuck you like this? Can he make you scream like a slut for him?’ he grunted, continuing his relentless assault.

‘No- Shi- sui… so good’ you whined, leaning against him, trembling with your comedown.

He did not stop, licking your throat and biting down on it, moaning along with you.

‘You’re mine. My pretty girl’ he grunted, his hand slipping to rub at your clit until you were sobbing and moaning for all the neighbours to hear.

‘Yes- yes, I’m yours-‘ you moaned, trembling in his lap, feeling a second, more violent orgasm building inside you.

‘Want me to fill you up with my cum, baby? Of course you do. A little slut like you… not so stubborn like this, mh? That’s right. Beg me to cum inside you’ he urged, rolling your clit between his talented fingers until you started panting, throbbing and clamping repeatedly around him.

‘Please, cum inside me, Shisui- please. Gonna cum again’ you breathed, and Shisui wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing you to watch as he pushed two fingers in your mouth and let you bounce on his cock and chase your orgasm as he choked you and praised you, whispering more filth and angling his hips to better pound against your g-spot.

‘Yeah- cum for me, pretty slut- cum for me’ he groaned, and you had no choice but to obey, with a jolt of your hips and a scream muffled by his fingers.

He also let out a strained moan, his teeth sinking above your clavicle as he spilled his cum deep inside you.

‘Told you so’ he said after a few minutes of holding you against him as you steadied your breathing.

You let out a long breath, exhausted.

‘You’re an asshole, Shisui’ you breathed, a smile ghosting your lips. He laughed, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

‘And yet you love me’ he said with a smile.

‘And yet, I love you’ you conceded, completely forgetting what you’d been arguing about.

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[ereawrites]

girl please you are my only source of Shisui content😭😭 really feeding us shisui simps🤝🏻 anyways, if you feel like it, can you please write about shisui and (if you want to) your fav characters “the moment they realized they fell in love with you”

MMMMMMM this is cute asf! under the cut for length

shisui

he definitely already recognises he has Feelings with a capital F. he's a smart boy and unlike the other two he is pretty emotionally available. but he doesn't want to reveal his Feelings just yet because circumstances are tricky, and he doesn't want to go through all the emotions of a big confession just to not be able to pursue a relationship with you

side note this is ANBU shisui. so he's pretty busy and just casually risking his life on the regular. tbh you're also probably in ANBU and that's how you guys get to know each other so well

anyway he's been sitting on these Feelings for a while. and he knows you like him too. he knows. he indulges in some lowkey flirting from time to time, but he also tries to maintain some level of professional distance

and then you save his life and he's SCREWED

you're both assigned to the same mission and spend the entire time dancing around flirting/not flirting, trying to hide it from your teammates, just generally having to try really hard not to distract each other too much. then there's an ambush on your squad and shit gets kinda crazy

shisui probably exhausts himself a bit protecting the entire squad and manages to get himself knocked flat on his ass. there's an enemy stood over him and he's out of kunai and his chakra is depleted and he thinks well, that's that and then you're cutting down the enemy out of nowhere

he stares up at you like an idiot lol. you look like shit, you're covered in blood and your headband is lopsided. and he thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen

HE LIKES A WOMAN WHO COULD BEAT HIS ASS okay

in that moment he just realises how much he trusts you, and how well you guys work together. he can't stop thinking about it long after you guys get back to the village. he's literally dreaming about it. and after a few days he's like. this is love ig. wow.

shisui won't keep it from you for long. he thinks you deserve to know, even if it changes your dynamic as teammates. capital F Feelings are one thing but love is too important to hide. he might try to keep it professional (mutual pining?!?!??!), but I also see him going for a relationship here, even if you have to hide it from your superiors. and let's be real a secret relationship with shisui. it's hot

kakashi

see now kakashi. he knows he has feelings. but he won't admit it to himself. he says no thank you not today. he's so stupid lol he thinks if he ignores it then it'll go away

he can't really keep himself away from you though. he wants to distance himself and that's his first instinct, but he literally just can't do it. he keeps finding himself wandering into your path, or just happening to train at the same time as you, or listening more intently when a mutual friend mentions your name

and the whole damn time he's like ah yes this is normal friendship. you probably don't realise anything is going on with him though, because kakashi is just weird in general. he does all this strange shit and no one questions it. you encounter him in the makeup aisle of a store on the other side of town from where he lives, and he thinks the jig is up, but you literally just assume he's doing Kakashi Things. and he thinks he's so slick

when it does finally hit him though, it hits him HARD. I see him finally realising he's in love in a very random, domestic moment

okok I've got it. he's back from a pretty tiring mission and he just instantly wipes out in his apartment as usual, doesn't bother getting groceries or anything. he figures he can survive off the food pills in the cupboard for a few days until he has the energy to grocery shop

then you just.....show up at his apartment??? carrying grocery bags?? and start putting food in his fridge????

kakashi doesn't really know how to react to this, but he feels bad just standing there, so he kinda sheepishly shuffles over and starts helping you put the groceries away. and it's nice. this is when he realises

literally drops whatever he's holding. this is a big oh shit moment for him. he lowkey really panics, he has no idea what he's supposed to do with these feelings, it's the dreaded L Word and that's scary as hell. he goes super quiet and avoids eye contact bc he's convinced you're going to read his mind

and of course you think this is Kakashi Things yet again. he's just weird. even over the next few weeks when he starts acting REALLY strange - avoiding you like the plague one day, attached to your hip the next - you don't think much of it. and this makes it sooooo much worse for him lol. he's never going to confess on his own

it's honestly torture for him. he's losing sleep over this. kakashi hatake??? in.... LOVE???? impossible

please please please just let one of your mutual friends intervene. hopefully he (drunkenly) confesses to someone, and they're able to pull some strings to force you to talk to each other. he may literally pass out when he has to confess to you, but just roll with it

tobirama

oh god it's so cliche for tobirama but I have to do it. ENEMIES TO LOVERS

like look at him. he's so smug. he has a lot of pride, so he's pretty likely to end up having some kind of political/ideological rivalry with you. maybe you tend to very vocally disagree with his ideas for the village or strategies for missions. and it annoys him so much, especially because you're articulate and convincing with your points

so he's in this weird position where he has respect for you and your intelligence..... but you also infuriate him to no end. over time, he starts to dwell on your encounters more and more - he thinks about them even when he's training, or relaxing at home, or away on a mission. and this just pisses him off more bc he literally cannot get a moment's peace from you

hashirama notices this WELL before tobirama does. and it makes him all giddy and excited bc he knows what it means, but he doesn't want to ruin the surprise for tobirama lol

honestly it gets to the point where he will ignore everyone else in the room just to debate with you. it's at this point that he starts to realise he's got strong emotions towards you, but he kind of just brushes it off as a rivalry. he definitely doesn't even consider the possibility that they're romantic feelings

tbh. you're going to have to be the one to make the first move. unfortunately for you, tobirama is hot AND irritating, so he's going to get under your skin just as much as you get under his. it probably ends up with a pretty heated confrontation at some point

lets say you've had a pretty big disagreement at a meeting, and he ended up getting his way with the rest of the council. so you storm into his office later that day to chew him out. and tobirama is in one of his smug asshole moods bc he 'won', which means he's just smirking at you. and this is the moment ok just kiss him. wipe the smug look off his face

it takes him a few seconds to react, but he definitely pushes you off and orders you out of his office. at first he's absolutely furious, but then he realises a few days later that he can't stop thinking about the kiss, and not necessarily in a bad way. he finds himself wishing he'd kissed you back, even if just out of curiosity

BUT tobirama is stubborn so he won't admit that to you. he waits until he gets an opportunity to come argue with you, then seeks you out, and tries to goad you into kissing him again. hopefully he manages to piss you off enough to make you do it. because it's GOOD

he can't help but kiss you hard. probably pulls you into him by the jaw, wraps his other arm around your waist, won't let you go. don't wanna get too saucy here but I wouldn't be surprised if this gets a little steamy before he stops himself. he gets lost in the moment

then he pushes you off AGAIN lol it's so frustrating. this time it's bc he's like oh fuck. fuck. this is more than a rivalry

it's gonna end up a game of cat and mouse tbh. neither of you want to admit the depth of your feelings, but you also can't stay away from each other

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[animeyanderelover]

Hello🎀Can I request Hashirama,Tobirama,Madara,Itachi,Shisui,Sasuke,Tsunade,and Obito with a darling that has a bunny quirk?Like mirko from my hero Thank you 🧸

I wish Mirko would have gotten more screentime in the recent season of Mha. I ended up mentioning the holy thighs a lot because damn~

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, blackmailing, delusion, sexual harassment, abduction

Darling has a Rabbit Quirk

Madara Uchiha

🌑 Initially Madara is rather judgemental when he sees his darling for the first time after having heard all the amazing stories surrounding them. Bunnies aren't exactly the most intimidating animals and your rabbit ears and round tail are the talk of his clan as they make fun of you. Madara shows himself as slightly suspicious, even if your muscular thighs do tell him that you have power in your legs. It isn't until he actually witnesses you eradicating a training ground with your strength that he changes his opinion slowly. He'd definitely be interested in training you with the main focus on taijutsu considering your abilities, although he'd go out of his way to train you in ninjutsu too since he considers you worthy of his time. Watching you fighting in is already a treat in itself since he starts considering your thick legs as rather attractive, he's probably staring at them quite a lot. Needless to say, he's the only one allowed to look at you that way though so if he catches anyone else ogling at you because of your appearance, he'll remind them quickly that you don't belong to them. He's most likely already busy arguing with the eldest to take you as his spouse.

Hashirama Senju

🌳 He's somewhat flustered by your appearance when meeting you for the first time too as your ears, tail and your thighs catch him off-guard but he's not judging you for it. Hashi is open-minded and welcomes you warmly in his village. You're quite unique due to your interesting skills so you end up in his center of attention a lot thanks to the influence of his clan. Honestly, he thinks that your ears are really adorable and secretly he wants to really touch them, not to mention your thighs. He can't help but keep on glancing at them and besides wanting to lay his head on them really badly, sometimes his thoughts wander in more unholy spots much to his embarrassment. He's a worshipper so you can expect him definitely praising your skills and your looks a lot, star-struck whenever he is able to watch you in action as he stands there in a daze, watching you destroy the ground with your legs. He's aware that your looks can be the attraction of negative attention though so he reacts very sensitive when someone tries to pull you down because you have ears and a tail. Even if his darling is chill with it, he gets a bit mad on their behalf since he loves them too much to just sit back and say nothing.

Tobirama Senju

🌊 He does his best attempt to keep his composure although even he can't help but be slightly stunned when he meets you for the first time. It isn't everyday he sees someone with bunny ears and a tail but Tobirama is just as aware of your incredible skills in taijutsu so he tries to ignore your appearance and instead focus on your talents. He's probably so embarrassed and in a hard state of denial in the beginning as somehow the aspect of falling in love with someone who has rabbit features seems under him. Despite that now he can't help but focus on your fluffy tail, your long ears and especially your thick thighs and you caught his ears going red when he stared at them for too long, most likely due to his thought process. He's just as much aware that he's probably not the only one thinking like that and that instantly puts him in a sour mood so he often questions you whether or not the shinobi on your missions ever give you secretive glances or talk dirty about you. Because if they do, you'll never be teamed up with them again. He puts you eventually on his own team to keep a better eye on you, snapping at everyone who gives you a wrong look. They should learn to respect you because you're going to be his future spouse.

Tsunade Senju

🐌  Tsunade is very worried about her s/o being the victim of sexual harassment since they have some rabbit-like features, even if she's fully aware that you're technically fully capable of dealing with any lecherous people yourself. Still, if someone ever dares to make one wrong comment about you in her presence, they'll be personally send into the hospital by her. The woman likes to fawn over your cute appearance herself though when there's no one to anger her. She is very, very sceptical to send her s/o on high-ranked missions out of paranoia that she might lose them too, especially if they have a similar attitude and mindset as Mirko. The council and Shizune constantly have to convince her since you're one of the best that the Leaf Village has to offer. You're tough when it comes to injuries yet Tsunade will still make a big fuss about you anyways when you return with wounds after a mission, personally caters to all injuries. Jiraiya might have some interest in you due to your look but if Tsunade realizes what he's thinking, he's probably going to have another near-death experience thanks to her.

Obito Uchiha

🔥 There will definitely be problems if you're not up for an abduction but the best of luck anyways dealing with this paranoidand delusional mess of a man. Obito certainly won't let you leave once you've captured his heart but it's alright, he could never be really mad with you. Your appearance is misleading in a way for him as he connects bunnies with something soft and innocent, tends to ignore the fact that you could easily crush him in between those legs of yours. Maybe he secretly wants that...He's up for admiring and worshipping that body of yours too, he loves your ears and loves laying his head in your lap, it helps him calming a bit down. He's down bad and very trigger-happy so if he ever finds out that there has ever been someone who insulted you, mocked and bullied you because of your special abilities, he'll definitely go on a murder spread and avenge you. Honestly, if there really are cases of bullying due to your rabbit-like appearance, he'll only feel more validated for wanting to keep you away from the world and only to for himself. The world is so cruel and unfair after all, they will only use you and push you down for your special powers.

Shisui Uchiha

🍂 He's one to contain his slight astonishment upon your unique appearance better as he knows that the Hokage trusts in your abilities and for that he wants to respect you too. Shisui is from the very beginning someone who warns people to not make fun of you or underestimate you because of your special jutsu you've developed. Most such comments calm down if they themselves witness your strength, speed and keen intuition themselves and there's a sort of smug feeling whenever Shisui realizes that they've become more careful around you, slightly scared of you now. The Uchiha treats you like he would everyone else he admires and respects, does his best to never stare at your ears or your legs or tease you for having such bunny features. His obsession is quite well-contained, although your uncanny intuition might just tell you to be a bit cautious around the talented, young man. He has zero tolerance for anyone who sexually harasses you and attempts to touch your tail or your ears and oftentimes his grip on their arm is so tight that they beg him to let go because otherwise their arm will break.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡 Similar to Shisui, he won't judge his darling for having certain bunny-like features as he's aware that that is just part of their powers. At times he finds it rather adorable when your ears twitch or you indulge in your favorite meal which ironically happens to be carrots. It is saddening to see other people shaming you for your appearance and for your strength though as you're an outcase in the village you live in. Especially if you have lots of experience with bullying and sexual harassment will Itachi make all the more effort to treat you like a normal person, although still slightly wary in case you decide to attack if you recognize his robe with the red clouds. After an abduction he'd probably have to be very careful if he ever plans to take you into a village since you just stand out with your long and pointed ears, your round and fluffy tail and your huge thighs. If he ever hears someone still making lecherous and inappropriate comments about you though, his eyes grow cold with silent fury. I do feel like if his darling and him get along well even after an abduction, he'd be generally less worried about leaving them alone because even if they might be found and attacked, they'll be more than capable to defend themselves.

Sasuke Uchiha

💙 He thinks of you as a joke the first time he sees you in Orochimaru's hideout only to be slightly humbled after a training session with you where he isn't able to keep up with your speed and barely avoids being crushed like an egg by one of your kicks. Not that he'd ever admit it but he definitely treats you with slightly more respect after that day, although he can certainly still be mean. Sometimes your appearance bewilders him though as his eyes awkwardly run back and forth between your eyes, your thighs and your ears. Sasuke finds himself growing jealous and possessive the moment others marvel over your appearance and reach out to touch your ears if you allow it. Not like he ever allows others to do so, he always stops them with a dangerous glare and a painfully tight grip on their arm, yanking the hand away that was previously about to touch your fluffy ears. You draw in general a lot of attention to yourself and Sasuke just isn't a fan of it so no wonder he isolates you as much as he does. People who flirt with you or make suggestions because of your bunny features always end up hurt because Sasuke doesn't tolerate anyone thinking like that about you, except himself of course.

#yandere naruto #yandere naruto shippuden #yandere madara #yandere madara uchiha #yandere hashirama #yandere hashirama senju #yandere tobirama #yandere tobirama senju #yandere tsunade #yandere tsunade senju #yandere obito #yandere obito uchiha #yandere shisui #yandere shisui uchiha #yandere itachi #yandere itachi uchiha #yandere sasuke #yandere sasuke uchiha

[b4nka1]

ANIME men and cockwarming (not proofread)

cw: sexual content, dni if uncomfortable, smut, choking, usage of pet names, cockwarming ofc, not all kinks are mentioned here bc i forgot what i wrote

— GRIMMJOW JAEGERJAQUEZ

definitely into cockwarming. would shamelessly bring you to the espada meeting amd make you sit on his lap, cockwarming him while the other espada stared at y'all in disbelief. by the end of the meeting, after all the espada left, he would throw you onto the table and fuck you mercilessly, grabbing your throat, squeezing it harshly. the next day yoy definitely had to ask szayelaporro for painkillers as well as birth control.

— UCHIHA SHISUI

he definitely hates the idea of cockwarming. he thinks that it is pointless to have a cock buried inside of you when there's no sex happening at all. so its definitely a no-no from shisui. but he would give in very rarely, and when he does, he makes sure that you don't move an inch or you're done for. you asked for it so you're getting it, so you better behave, that's what he thinks.

— HISAGI SHUHEI

he automatically becomes the sub when cocmwarming. your tight walls surround his thick length, clenching at his cock. he moans loudly, gripping your hips tighter as his face buries in between your tits.you can feel his cock twitch inside you. man is so sensitive, he might just come if you squeeze a little tighter.

— HATAKE KAKASHI

an absolute whore for cockwarming. could have you sat down on his lap for hours while his cock is buried into you and he reads icha icha. when really aroused, he would use your mouth as a cockwarmer. would have you on your knees, gagging on his cock as tears slipped from your eyes. though, whenever you sit on his lap, he makes sure to thrust up once or twice in ever 30 minutes, teasing you for the reward you would get later if you behaved.

— NANAMI KENTO

oh god. this man would absolutely have you sitting on him while he is doing his work overtime, that's when he's the most stressed. if you don't behave he'll probably either slap your ass nice and hard or tweak your sensitive nipples. when he's done with his work, he gently puts his laptop and phone aside and roughly shoves all the other items on his table to the floor, slamming you ass down on it, hips thrusting upward. he would fuck the living daylights out of you and make sure that you behave like a good girl for him

— RORONOA ZORO

OKAYYYYY like bro where do i start. my man doesn't like cockwarming using a mouth or a pussy. he straight up shoves his cock between your round tits and every once or so he pushes the tip of his cock to your chin to wipe the precum on it. if you're being a good girl he might as well give you a suck or two. he could go all day while having his cock pressed between your tits, and when he reaches his limit, he just fucks your cleavage and cums all over your face and tits.

— ABARAI RENJI

he's loud, and so is his sex drive. cockwarming doesn't last for more than 2 minutes with him. he gets bored of it quickly and pushes your face down onto the bed, holding your hands from the behind and fucks you ruthlessly, ignoring your cries and moans. he definitely loves to see a cunt squeezing around nothing after he cums into you and pulls out, cum dripping down your hole and flowing down your thighs.

a/n: i feel so pressured to write the requests so here yall go 😭😭😭💕

#grimmjow jaegerjaquez #uchiha shisui #hatake kakashi #hisagi shuhei #roronoa zoro #nanami kento #bleach #naruto #naruto shippuden #abarai renji #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #shisui x reader #renji x reader #kakashi x reader #nanami x reader #shuhei x reader #zoro x reader #one piece #grimmjow x reader #smut

[mixelation]

reborn au; itachi pov ->

NOTE: my headcanon is that people didn't immediately connect the dots between naruto and his parents in part because kushina actively hid she was pregnant. i forget the exact wording, but biwako tells kushina off for talking to mikoto in a way that implies kushina was meant to keep her pregnancy on the down low. so my hc is that once the baby bump was too big to hide with clothing, kushina started limiting public appearances. so there's a line in here where she says she disappeared bc the pregnancy left her bedridden-- that's her cover up story

(no proofreading we die like men)

***

Itachi was four when his father brought him to a battlefield. 

He remembered this happening, the first time around. It was one of his earliest memories. This time around, he was just starting to become aware of himself. The entire lifetime shoved into his little head had been confusing and upsetting, and his first few years of life had felt like a blur. 

But now he knew with vivid clarity who he was. He was Uchiha Itachi, murderer, criminal, and traitor, and he did not want to go. But he also did not know how to make his father stop. 

“I don’t like this,” he repeated again and again. “I want to go back.”

“That’s good,” his father told him, his grip tight on his arm. “You’re not supposed to like this.”

Itachi stared down at a man gasping at his feet, and he remembered his father lying dead on their floor. He remembered his mother, his auntie, his cousin… 

The dying shinobi made a pathetic attempt to gouge a kunai into Itachi's tiny leg, and he stepped back. The man’s breath was a horrible rattling, and he was going to die if he didn’t get proper medical attention soon. No help was coming for him. It would be more merciful if Itachi killed him. 

I think I hate him, Itachi thought of Fugaku. He bent to pick up the dying man’s kunai. Fugaku didn’t even wince as Itachi dug the blade into the man’s neck. Quick and painless. 

Fugaku looked… almost approving. 

“War forces us to make hard choices. Sometimes impossible choices,” he said. “Remember that.”

Perversely, Itachi felt the urge to laugh. 

Maybe he hates me, he thought. 

xXx

Itachi hated the Academy. He hated the chatter of other children, their looks of awe and jealousy and fear in turns, and he hated the way teachers looked at him. He thought about playing at being average, at grasping for the childhood he never had. But every conversation he had with a child annoyed him, and every patronizing look from a teacher made his eye tick just a little more. 

“You did what?” laughed Shisui, the only child Itachi could stand. “Genjutsu? Itachi, they’re going to notice.”

Shisui was deep in the woods, practicing with kunai. Shisui was three years older than Itachi and also still in the Academy, but Shisui had permission to skip lectures for personal training. Itachi did not. Instead, he had placed an illusion on his teacher and all his classmates to think he was still there. 

“They won’t notice,” he told Shisui. “They never do.”

“Well, whatever,” Shisui replied. “You can practice with me, but I’m not gonna bail you out if you get caught.”

Itachi knew this was a lie. Shisui would lie for him. He lied to Itachi's parents for him all the time. 

This Shisui was not old enough to dole out the comforting pieces of wisdom of Itachi’s old life. But he was clever and mature enough to hold a real conversation, and he never looked at Itachi like everyone else did. His smile always cheered him up, and he occasionally told a joke bad enough to get Itachi to crack a smile. 

Shisui threw more kunai, and Itachi knocked them out of the air with shuriken. Shisui frowned and tried a more complicated throw. Itachi purposefully missed one of the kunai, just to let him see how off his aim was with this throw. 

Shisui groaned. 

“You don’t have to look so happy,” he chided, stepping forward to pry the stray kunai out of the tree bark. It wasn’t anywhere close to the target. 

“It’s not that,” Itachi replied. He hesitated. “I got some good news this morning.”

“Oh yeah?” Shisui asked, flipping the kunai in his hand with a thoughtful expression on his face. Trying to recalculate what had gone wrong with his throw, no doubt. 

Itachi was sure he wasn’t meant to share this secret, but also it was burning its way through his heart. 

“I’m going to be a big brother,” he said. 

Shisui blinked, his face filled with surprise. Then a broad grin spread across it. 

“That’s awesome, cuz. Congratulations.”

Shisui shoved the kunai back into his weapons pack before throwing his arms around Itachi. Itachi leaned into the hug, gripping Shisui back tighter than he needed to. Every hug terrified him with the thought that it could be his last. 

He’d been terrified that Sasuke somehow wouldn’t exist in this timeline, that maybe his even stranger personality would poison his parents for more children, or that any minor change in his actions might cause some other younger sibling to be conceived at a different time. But his mother’s projected due date was close to Sasuke’s birthday. Itachi was now more terrified that Sasuke would exist, and then Itachi would lose him anyway. 

xXx

Sasuke’s birth was almost exactly how Itachi remembered it. The date and time were the same. The squashed little baby face was the same. The weight of him in Itachi’s arms was the same.

My little brother, Itachi thought, Sasuke cradled to his chest. So you made it too. 

Itachi’s parents let him take two days and a weekend off of school to be with his new brother. He asked to hold Sasuke whenever he could. On the Monday he was meant to go back to school, he went to the Hokage.  

Itachi barely remembered Namikaze Minato. But he’d gathered his family was friends with him somehow, and he used this to get into his office. 

“Early graduation…?” Minato looked exhausted. Itachi did not remember this from his previous life’s memories, but then again those memories were the faint ones of a true child. “Itachi, you're a very talented student, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Minato lectured him about social bonds and having time to grow. Itachi pointed out he didn’t have friends and wasn’t sure he could make them, when he was intellectually on a much higher level than other children. For some reason, Minato didn’t like this argument. 

“I want to have more time with my new brother,” Itachi admitted. 

“Being a genin is busy work,” Minato warned him. 

“I know,” Itachi replied, “but I could have a more flexible schedule, and eventually I’ll be able to pick my own missions.”

Minato’s lips thinned, unconvinced. Itachi considered genjutsu. But he wasn’t sure how resistant the Hokage would be, and if he didn’t do it flawlessly, he absolutely wouldn’t be getting anything he wanted out of him ever again. 

“I’m just so bored,” Itachi tried, mimicking the way Shisui would complain. It sounded foreign and bizarre on his tongue, but it did make Minato’s lips quirk up. 

“I’ll think about it,” Minato allowed.

Three weeks and two interviews with the headmaster to test his skills later, Itachi was a genin after only four months at the Academy.

“That’s my son,” Fugaku told him, and his mother cooked all his favorite foods for dinner with a placid smile on her face, like she also wouldn’t burn the village down and tear her family apart. Itachi tried not to vomit. 

For Sasuke. 

xXx

Itachi did not care about breaking records. He did not care about accolades or prestige. He did not care about his new genin team or saving the Hokage’s soon to be cut short life. He only cared about Sasuke. 

And so, as far as he could see, he had a choice come October tenth. He could attempt to interfere with Obito when he came to attack Konoha with the Kyuubi, or he could stay by Sasuke’s side. 

Itachi knew he could not take Obito as he was. Itachi was brilliant for his age and could take on most adult shinobi, but his chakra reserves were low and his physical prowess was limited by his age. He could not engage Obito in combat or take control of the Kyuubi with his own sharingan. He could not do what the Hokage was about to die trying to do. 

He considered spying or trying to gather new information. But he already knew a great many things about the man pretending to be Uchiha Obito, and he would not risk Sasuke’s life by abandoning him. He was an officially recognized shinobi now, even if he was only six and only a genin. He would have access to some avenues of shinobi gossip and records he hadn’t had in the past, and when he inevitably flew through the ranks, he’d get more.

On the night of the Kyuubi attack, Itachi made sure to stay home, with baby Sasuke. 

Curiously, nothing happened. 

Nothing very important continued to happen for several weeks. It bent Itachi out of shape, not knowing what was happening. He snapped at his teammates and skipped practices to hover over Sasuke’s crib. How could he defend Sasuke from danger, if he didn’t know where danger was coming from?

His Jounin sensei reported him as unstable, paranoid, and uncooperative. Whatever. 

And then one day he came home to find the Hokage and his wife in his living room. 

“Our babies are going to be best friends, you know!” the Hokage’s wife was yelling. Mikoto had her hand over her face to hide a giggle. They’d propped the babies against each other to sit up for a photo, like balancing two cards to make a house. 

Minato was sitting on the couch with the camera in his hands. Fugaku sat at the other end, looking less stern than usual.  

“Oh my gosh, Itachi-kun!” Kushina yelled, whipping around as he stepped into the room. “You get in the photo too!”

Itachi sat dumbly while Kushina piled babies onto him. He had not planned for this at all.

#reborn au #my writing

[princessxgarbage]

Happy ShiSaku Week!

Day 6 | @shisakuweek

Title: Find a Way Forward

Prompt: Poison

Warnings: character death, poison, this is only chapter one and I'm so sorry

Words: 2,274

Read on AO3

It started in his toes. A creeping static blanket slowly clawing its way across his entire body. 

Next he felt it in his fingertips. His grip around his kunai loosened against his will. An internal battleground full of nerves refusing to obey orders. He briefly stopped running to stare at his hands, willing the fingers to bend, to grip the handle of the knife, to do something, anything. His fingers managed to respond, if delayed. They seemed to mock him with their weak attempt at dexterity. He tucked the kunai back in its holster, hoping he wouldn't need it. Couldn't fight with one if I tried, he thought. He couldn't manipulate his fingers well enough to snap the holster shut, so he left it open. 

He then resumed running. Every step he took reverberated sharp pain up his legs. As soon as each foot hit the ground it felt like the dirt turned to spikes beneath him. The pain gripped at him like a clawed hand made of needles trying its damnedest to slow him down. 

Then it started creeping around the edges of his vision. Darkness extended from the back of his head, clambering forward like a climber pounding pitons into his head, spikes of pain to grasp onto and extend their reach to his eyes. His eyes, his greatest weapon, his family's heritage, his sight. It was all at risk, thanks to whatever was happening to him now. 

He kept running. He knew if he could just push himself a little further, focus through the pain, then he would be safe. He knew he just had to keep running in this direction, just keep going– he could make it. He was Shunshin no Shisui, the fastest of them all, if anyone could get there it was him.

Where was he going again?

He stopped, looked around. There were inky black fingers pulling at his vision. Reaching out and pulling back bits of his sight. He tried to push them out with his Sharingan, closing his eyes as tight as he could then bursting them open wide. He stopped and shook his head violently, willing away the encroaching sense of doom. No, he can't stop now, has to keep going. 

Another few steps forward and he falters. His knees suddenly give out and he lands on them hard. The impact pounds through his thighs and calves like a drum. He swept his hands forward to brace his fall, but the pain is there too. It tears into him at every point of contact- stabbing, ripping, pulling, pressing.

He seeks comfort from a tall oak, leaning against it and letting it take his full weight. He sinks down into the bed of roots and imagines them pulling him in like tentacles. Everywhere the tree and ground are touching him feels like fire. He can feel it in his abdomen now, that same static blanket from before. It's weighted and it holds him down with no chance of escape. The feeling spreads over his entire body. The sickening black ooze-like fingers reach back into his vision and he shifts into his mangekyo like putting on a gauntlet, hoping the armor is enough to keep his enemy back. His breath quickens. He can't move his arms anymore, his legs feel like they're tied down. He makes no noise but for his breathing. The black fingers shift into hands, and they have claws. 

And then there's nothing. 

///

He feels warm. So warm. And there's something heavy on top of him, encompassing his entire body. It smells familiar, clean. A smell he knows, he's been here before maybe. His limbs are stiff and struggle to obey when he wills them to move. His head is throbbing lowly, a buzzing, a thrum of pressure at the back of his head. He thinks he can hear the ocean. It's loud and whooshing in waves, crashing against his ear drums. 

His eyelids feel so heavy. It feels like someone is holding them shut and he has to fight to open them.

Everything is a blur, it's so bright here. The walls are white, the lights too bright. It hurts too much to open his eyes, so he closes them. 

Until someone is there, touching his face. 

They're gently prying open his left eye and he can see an obnoxiously bright shock of light. Then they release him and his eye falls shut again. They repeat this on his other eye and he is helpless to stop them.

He realizes then that this person, touching his face could take his eyes from him. Dig into his flesh and pry them out, gaining one of the most powerful dojutsu in the world, and he's helpless to stop them.

He starts to breathe heavier as panic sets in. 

"Hello there," a soft girlish voice starts, "you are in the Konoha hospital. You were poisoned and are coming out of a coma. I need you to stay calm." A hand touches his arm to gently console him. "You don't need to tell us anything right now, you are safe."

He releases a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. 

He tries to open his eyes again, a little more successful this time. Things are less blurry, but he can make out the outlines of the objects in the room with him now. A counter, a cart, a sink, the foot of the bed he's laying in, something pink- maybe flowers? Wait it's moving towards him-

Oh, it's hair. He blinks once. Twice. His vision clears a bit more and she comes into focus. This must be the woman who spoke to him a moment ago. She has her hair pinned up onto her head, pink– as previously noted, jade-green eyes running over the papers in her hands with studious determination, and she's wearing a white coat over her regular clothes. She carries herself as if she's important, and Shisui believes in that moment that she is. She must be his doctor. 

"Who–" he tries to say, but his voice is thin. He's suddenly aware of how dry his mouth feels, his throat aching for water. The roseate doctor abandons the papers and pours him a glass of water, a moment later bringing it to his lips. 

"I'm Dr. Haruno." 

He tries to move his hands to take the cup from her but finds he can't. Realizing now that the weight he felt earlier was simply a blanket draped over himself. He lets out a soft grunt and she stops feeding him the water. 

"How long was I out?" His voice is raspy, strained from not being used. 

"I'm not exactly sure. Quite some time."

That's specific.

"Do you know what happened to me?" Shisui asks, finally able to form words without pain. 

"I'm afraid I don't. There will be an investigation when you're ready to speak to the police." She offers him more water, he shakes his head in declination. 

"I'm ready now." He might have sounded convincing if his voice hadn't chosen that moment to break with an embarrassing screech. 

"Like hell you are," Dr. Haruno chuckles at him. "I've got some of my own questions before they get their greedy little hands on you."

Shisui isn't sure, but he thinks he might've blushed at the change in her tone. His face felt just as warm as the rest of him did, so maybe it was just evening out. 

He clears his throat and tries to move the blanket down off his chest. His left arm is hard to bend at the elbow so with his right hand, some pain, and very small movements he grasps the blanket from beneath and pulls it down until it pools at his waist. He looks down at his chest to find an assortment of cables, wires, tubes, and other normal hospital gear. A quick glance confirms the IV in his left arm, which had prevented his movement further than the pain within his body had. 

"This seems like a lot of wires, Doc," Shisui grumbles. 

She stops tinkering with whatever she was adjusting and looks at him pointedly. 

"You were given a fatal dose of poison. We had to monitor all your vital signs while I extracted it. We still are." She tilts her chin up and looks down her nose at him, like a judge giving a sentence. "I assure you it's all necessary equipment. If you remove any of these, I'll find out and you will wish you never stepped foot in my hospital."

He swallows down whatever he thought he might say next in a dry gulp. He nods to reassure her that he'll do as she bids. 

"Good," she picks up a clipboard off the nearby counter and pulls a pen out of the bun in her hair. Without the pen to hold it, her petal colored hair cascades onto her shoulders and he watches it fall into place like blossoms falling in the spring. "Tell me your name."

"Uchiha Shisui." 

She makes a quick note and asks him his rank and ID, which he replies to without sass. She asks him a few more baseline questions to assess his cognitive awareness and memory. She writes a few notes as they go back and forth, her manner returned to professionalism with little hint of intimidation. 

"That's enough for now, Uchiha-san." Sakura tucks her pen into the chest pocket on her coat. "Would you like anything before I leave you to rest?" She's already filling his cup back up with water and setting it within his reach. 

"Nope. Thanks, doc." He does feel tired. He's sure there's a million questions he probably should be asking, but he's drawn a complete blank on specifics. He watches the doctor as she rearranges and checks some of the equipment attached to him. Her hair is a bit frizzy and kinked from being pinned up, but it frames her face and draws out her delicate features. He watches as she worries her bottom lip, nibbling lightly as she makes another note. He feels warm again and the blanket isn't even pulled up anymore. Warm is good. He could really go for that nap right about now. 

///

He hears a curt knock and stirs, forcing his tired eyes open. The door opens and he can see two figures enter the room with him. He blinks a few times to focus his vision and recognizes them. Dr. Haruno, and Fugaku-sama. 

He tries to sit up as Fugaku would expect of him, but he can't. His body is aching and sore, and the hospital equipment weighs him down further. Dr. Haruno notices and quickly comes to adjust the bed, angling it differently so he appears to be sitting up, but with no effort on his half. 

"Shisui. We are–" Fugaku swallows, "–relieved you're awake."

"Fugaku-sama," Shisui starts, sensing immediately that something is wrong, "do you know what happened?" 

The doctor stays silent but brings forward a chair and sets it near Shisui's bedside, motioning for Fugaku to sit. He does and lets out a sigh, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He looks down at the ground for a moment, seemingly gathering strength, then meets Shisui's gaze. 

"We don't have all the details," Fugaku sounds so exhausted. Shisui isn't sure he's ever seen him like this. He's usually stoic, firm but understanding, but now his emotions are barely under his skin, trying to vibrate their way out of him and reach the surface. "What do you remember?"

Shisui tries to remember. He thinks he can see flashes of someone, he can't see their face. Does he know them? He can't recall if he spoke to him, maybe he did. 

"There was someone," Shisui remembers a flash of someone looming over him after he fell, they're wearing a mask. "ANBU, I think." 

Did they fight? He remembers a time with Itachi, when they went into the Forest of Death and discovered two different factions of ANBU at odds with each other. Why would the Hokage attack him? It must have been a Shinobi from the opposing ANBU faction. What were they called? His head hurts. 

"I remember trying to get to something… someone? Somewhere. I can't–" Shisui sinks his hand into his hair, hoping putting pressure on his head will force the memories to light. "All I remember is the pain. I'm sorry, sir."

"I see," Fugaku mumbles, he speaks up, "That is unfortunate. We may have to resort to other methods of recollection. You understand."

He means interrogation. What could have happened to warrant such an extreme method of–

His doctor speaks up then, "Excuse me, Uchiha-sama. He is a victim. You shouldn't–"

"He is a witness." Fugaku's voice drips venom as she questions his methods. 

A witness? What–

"A witness? To what?" Shisui asks aloud, instead of simply thinking it. Fugaku's ire towards the doctor from a moment ago seems to shift into something else. It's not something Shisui can say he's seen from the man before. Anger? Grief…?

The doctor steps forward, closer to Shisui than Fugaku, acting as a partial shield. Her face tells him very little, but he looks to her for an answer now, Fugaku having fallen silent. 

"The man who found you unconscious and brought you to the hospital was fatally injured. He did not make it through surgery." Her jade eyes are boring into his in dismay, but he's not sure why. The dread lands in his stomach and starts to crawl its way up into his lungs, settling with a stiff grip around his heart. 

"Who–"

"It was Itachi."

#shisakuweek2023 #shisaku #shisaku rodeo #shisui/sakura #shisui baby boy #my fic #im so sorry for this one #part one #naruto

[fictionblossom]

My Eyes On You

“So that’s the kind of expression she puts on your face” [Itasaku][Non Massacre AU]

Short drabble in which Itachi recalls the time Shisui pointed out his behaviour that one morning (I was also inspired by a scene in Akatsuki no Yona. I wish there were more eps! :S)

Itachi stares at the hot steaming bowl of rice in front of him. He sees a feminine delicate fingers coming to and from his line of vision as Sakura takes the chopsticks in her hand and passes small bits of fish and vegetables into his bowl. His eyes dart towards her face, to her hand and to the food she lays for him. He hears her muttering words on the fish, telling him that the multiple nutrition today’s lunch is. The words don’t seem to register in his mind as he observes the sparkle in her eyes as she speaks. 

He catches sight of her finger tapping at her chin, whilst the chopsticks are in her hands as she thinks of what other food that she could make for him when he goes to her home after a gruesome mission or the Hokage tower or his clan’s meeting. He takes in the fact that her mind is a whole library of its own, even bigger that the infamous Uchiha library, that Itachi hasn’t been able to fully discover even as they have been speaking almost every day now.  They are not lovers of any kind at this point, but he would very much want to shower (more like, drowning) his feelings, his explosive, enormous, ardent, I-can’t-contain-it-any-longer feelings that he has been harboring for her. 

His stress lines fade slightly into his face as he gives her a small smile of his own. 

He nods at her occasionally, assuring her that he is listening to her, acknowledging her presence and all the sunshine she carries everywhere. He could not grasp how this kunoichi could express so much of her emotions on her sleeve yet she’s one of the most accomplished medic nin Konoha has ever seen. His peeks at her byakugou, her years of grit, hard work and resilience in harnessing not just physical skills expected of a Konoha shinobi, but also one of the many jutsu that seemed like only she could pull off for the entire village. 

“You’re staring! Lunch wouldn’t be good if it’s cold!” she grins at him. In the privacy of their presence, he chuckles and returns her grin. “Itadakimasu,” he whispers. He picks up the chopsticks laid by her, and gathers a negligible rice onto and captures in his mouth. Something so simple yet so much skills poured into a small lunch. So very Sakura.   

His lips curved and he savors the taste of the rice he picked up earlier.  

“So that’s the kind of expression she puts on your face” he recalls his meet up with Shisui earlier that morning as his cousin points out that he seemed different, less agitated, less brooding, after telling Shisui that he had plans with Sakura that afternoon. 

\End/

#i was watching akatsuki no yona #akatsuki itachi bb #itachi x sakura #uchiha itachi #haruno sakura #itasaku #i love itasaku #uchiha shisui #naruto #in my feels #ALWAYS IN MY FEELS #itasaku fanfic #itachi headcanons #naruto fanfiction

[tranquil-turbulence]

SS Month ‘23 - Day 1

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3

Prompt: Non-Massacre AU

Warnings: N/A

She was hiding behind the tree again.

A shy little thing, he often noticed that she tended to shrink away from the crowds of children during recess. He didn’t blame her; all of the girls in class did nothing but gather together and giggle - and they all seemed to flock around him like mice to crumbs.

Six-year-old Sasuke had little time for things like girls and crushes; he preferred to spend his time practicing his skills. All of his teachers spoke of him highly, but they always tended to bring up Itachi, and if he wanted them to praise him the same way he had to become the greatest shinobi of his class.

His best friend didn’t share the same goals. Naruto was clever and energetic, always playing around and carefree. All he wanted was to hang out with Shikamaru and Kiba and Choji, and despite looking up to Itachi the way his few friends tended to do, the only person he idolized was his dad.

Uncle Minato was great, but he wasn’t Itachi-niisan.

Sasuke let out a quiet sigh, walking over to the makeshift target he’d made out of the old tree stump in the corner of the schoolyard. This was the only place he was able to practice his throwing without the teachers telling him to go somewhere else. He hoped the gaggle of girls wouldn’t migrate over today - some peace and quiet would be nice.

“Cousin is coming over a lot more nowadays,” he thought irritably, “and so is that girl Itachi likes.”

Shisui was fun company, but he could sure be energetic.

He felt a presence nearby, but he didn’t even have to look before he spotted a little head of mauve hair pop up in his peripheral.

He couldn’t quite remember her name, but she was quiet and stayed out of the way, so he figured he wouldn’t say anything.

Narrowing his eyes at the target, he readied his arm and in one swift movement, he let the shuriken fly.

It cut through the air cleanly, swiftly, and landed with a thunk in the bark of the stump. A bullseye, right in the crudely-cut circle in the center.

“Yesssss!” He fist-pumped the air with a hiss of victory, before grabbing his next shuriken and pausing to aim.

Another throw, this one slightly off-kilter from the last. He kissed his teeth in annoyance before shambling over to grab them both.

He felt her eyes on him again and let out a sigh before turning to the nearby tree. “Are you just gonna watch me the whole time?”

There was a pause, and then slowly, sheepishly, a pink-haired little girl peeked at him from behind.

“S- sorry,” she shyly murmured, looking down so that her hair covered her eyes. “It’s quiet here and… and I like watching you practice.”

She was smaller than he first thought she was. The tree practically swallowed her behind its bark, and her hand was even smaller than his.

“Well…” he said, folding his arms, “... okay, I guess, but… just don’t stare at me so hard. It makes me lose con-- const-- con-cen-tra-tion.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” she nodded, clutching the bark tighter in her tiny fingers. “I’m Sakura.”

“Uchiha Sasuke.” Picking up the shuriken again, he turned to the stump.

With a smooth throw, he landed a perfect bullseye. When he turned to grin at her, her answering blush and shy smile made his heart lift in pride.

#sasusaku #sasusaku month 2023 #non massacre au #canon divergent

[rarepears]

Thanks for getting back to me! I think he certainly had a little pre-teen crush on Kakashi, he and Shisui had this 'us against the world lean on each other' mutual pining thing and Kisame was his most consistent and persistent one on one male influence in his life.

Now picture he's now a young Lan. Going about his days, he's half living his life like a vacation with his cute baby brother and half running his sect and building a pseudo spy ring/information market. (Nothing too impressive, just a few dozen informants in the other sects and spread evenly in all the red light districts between Cloud Recesses and the Nightless City)

And then he's introduced to Nie Mingjue

And Nie Mingjue is the rockin' hard bod and unshakable honesty of Kisame. The overwhelming skill and might of Kakashi and Shisui's unflinching loyalty not so much to a cause but to his loved ones.

And also the muscles. Those chiseled, glistening muscles and those cut from granite eyes and those deceptively gentle but calloused hands.

And how he treats his brother and his duties as a sect leader?

Que little Lan Zhan worriedly asking his brother if he is sick because Itachi has gone glassy eyed, flushed in the face, and breathing rapidly.

This startles Itachi who realizes he had been staring at Nie Mingjue training for the past half hour lol

Another reason as to why Itachi falls for Nie Mingjue is because Nie Mingjue is blunt, direct, honest. There's no self-guessing what Nie Mingjue really meant, no need to look for the underneath of the underneath. Nie Mingjue is predictable with how rigidly he adheres to his personal moral code and yet Itachi is still struck by just how unfiltered and honest Nie Mingjue is, even while playing sect politics. (Kisame was honest, but not that honest.)

Itachi is tired of political backstabbing and manipulation.

Also, I imagine Itachi... kind of sucks at politics. His solution to everything is murder: murder his clan to protect his brother, solve his brother's trauma by letting his brother murder him, etc. Nie Mingjue's reaction to the Wen Clan is thus *chef kiss*. Yup, just murder the whole clan - that fits right in with Itachi's personal solution to... pretty much everything. (Also, what else do you expect when this barely teenager gets through into ANBU which is an assassination squad? And then Itachi gets thrown into the Akatsuki which does a lot of killing too...)

Like yeah, sure, Itachi is a pacifist, but pacifist means something very very different in ninja terms than, well, what we have.

-o-o-o-o-

(It would be really fucking hilarious and sad if Itachi's little PTSD episode gets mistaken as him being lovestruck. Nah, it's just that Nie Mingjue sometimes does something that causes one of Itachi's old memories to pop up and Itachi gets up... not really dissociating but rather living in his memories again. For better or for worse.)

[Read more in the #imagine if itachi uchiha was reborn as lan xichen au]

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[belit0]

Killer - part 4 (TobiIzu)

izuna's torture does not end

part 3

The psychologist takes a sip of the coffee that was offered to him before starting with the questions, composed and free of anything that could prove some sort of guilt in the matter. He keeps his narrative the same from the beginning, always providing solid and irrefutable answers.

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE HE IS??!" Madara slams his fist on the table, tangible anger in his features and deep despair in his eyes. "YOU REALLY WANT ME TO BUY SOME BULLSHIT ABOUT HIM DECIDING TO RUN AWAY?! WITHOUT ANY KIND OF PLAN?! WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!"

He intimidates the witness with every legal weapon he can use inside the interrogation room, and if he has to put his job on the line to resolve this matter, he won't hesitate to do so. This is his brother we're talking about.

"Chief Uchiha, I think I've explained it to you a few times, haven't I? I showed you my CCTV footage, the irrefutable proof that demonstrates how your brother decided to flee. You must step out of your denial and-"

"FUCKING LIES!" He grabs the psychologist by the collar of his shirt and lifts him out of his seat, but it's Shisui who stops his hand before Madara hits him. The unit head doesn't move his gaze from the man he holds, teeth exposed in an angry grimace as if he were an animal about to devour him.

"Uncle, that's enough! Let me deal with this!" The younger Uchiha exclaims, knowing that not having his superior involved in the matter is impossible, yet it doesn't help at all either. Izuna disappeared after the first session he had with Hashirama, giving no explanation or warning, not allowing them to find him.

If he genuinely left of his own free will as the psychologist describes, it makes sense not to be able to track him down. If there is something else behind all this, then this guy has a macabre mind that is hard to break.

Either way, they won't be able to figure anything out with their boss trying to beat him to death.

Madara lets go, dropping him back into the chair, and walks over to the one-way mirror with one hand on his forehead. His hair is tied back and his shirt is rolled up above each elbow, his impeccable, unblemished image disheveled, denoting stress.

"Sir... I hope you can excuse the chief's boldness, and also understand how hard and personal this is for us. Izuna's behavior has been erratic, but never to this level." Shisui calms the waters by licking his boots, trying to keep the witness from shutting down and providing information. Hashirama was the last person to see him, and who spoke with him for half an hour before Izuna vanished into thin air.

"Detective, I have given you all the resources at my disposal. My surveillance system doesn't lie, I don't have the knowledge to tamper with it. I may allow you to search my home but-"

"Of course we'll fucking do that." Madara replies while turning around, and when it seems like he wants to approach again and intimidate the psychologist, Shisui stares into the one-way mirror, making the signal he agreed with Obito prior to the interrogation to get him out of the room.

He is the boss, no one can tell him what to do, but they appeal to the rational part of his mind, the one that understands he is causing more harm than good in this situation. When Obito opens the door nothing needs to be said, and Madara himself understands he must leave, if only for a few minutes, to calm down.

"Thank you very much, detective. I do fear for my life in the face of that man's rudeness, so much unprofessionalism! I can offer him a free session if that could help..." Hashirama settles back into the chair, adopting an even more relaxed posture once the boss is out. He sips his coffee again whilst crossing his legs, one arm draped over the back of his chair as if he were at home.

"There'll be no need for that, he'll be fine once we find Izuna." A new detective replaces the chief's place, Obito stepping into the room, adjusting his coat. His face is expressionless, and the psychologist becomes uneasy at his presence.

"Let's review the events agian, gentleman." Both policemen open file folders on the table, the security camera images displayed in front of Hashirama. They show Izuna leaving his house in a normal manner, only to then start running.

It doesn't make sense.

"According to your security system, Izuna arrived at his session at about 8:30 pm. At 9 pm, half an hour before his appointment was scheduled to end, we see him leaving in a hurry. Do you affirm he did not mention anything about running away? He gave no indication of what he planned to do? He didn't say where he was going? Why did he leave early?" It is Obito who asks the questions, while Shisui takes care of watching him, looking for any gesture out of the ordinary.

They have worked on multiple cases together, discovering a successful strategy for finding the truth. Bad cop/good cop is a distant memory when it comes to this duo getting to the bottom of a crime.

Hashirama rearranges his position again, and this indicates a certain discomfort. He seemed to be on his game when Madara was firing aggressions at him, ready to answer any violent impulse, but he looks unarmed to deal with two composed individuals, like he wouldn't know how to turn the tables in his favor.

"I mean, that's a rational response your colleague had, he's been through terrible things, and qthere are no instructions on how to deal with that kind of trauma. Can you blame him? Because I don't-"

"You're not answering my question, gentleman. Did he say where he was going? Did he offer any clues that you can give us?" Obito presses again, finding flaws in the psychologist's facade.

"He was vague with his explanations and very closed towards talking, I couldn't confirm anything specific because-"

"Are you involved in this, sir?"

"Excuse me?

"Do you have anything to do with Izuna Uchiha's disappearance?"

It is the patience of both detectives that throws the psychologist off, the lack of pushy demands and unfounded accusations. Discovering what buttons to push and how to pick apart what appeared to be a faultless narrative, exposing inconsistencies in the whole situation.

The man is backed into a corner, failing to continue his speech in the same way he did in the beginning.

He speaks quickly and without pause, nervous for the first time since he arrived. "You know what, I came here with the best predisposition, I gave evidence that I should not have given without a judge's order, I lent myself to help you, and you accuse me of such an atrocity! If I am not arrested on any charge, I will proceed to retire, since how you behave, fellow detectives, is an aberration!" Hashirama stands up and arranges his clothes, tacitly asking for the door to be opened.

They can't hold him, there is no explicit evidence that would allow them to apprehend him or keep him there, unable to do anything as he storms out of the room in a rage. For Obito it is a defeat, but for Shisui is confusing, having discovered inconsistencies in the man's gestures and his story.

They both meet with the chief, who ended up observing the whole interaction from the other side of the mirror, "we have to find a way to get into his house," is all he says, without moving his eyes from the chair the psychologist occupied during the interrogation.

"We push too hard, there's no way he's going to let us in without a search warrant."

"And it's not like we can get one either, there's no grounds to pursue this man after the footage he provided."

"Uncle... what if Izuna really-"

"Don't you dare mention something like that, he would never do such a thing."

"Shisui may be right, uncle. There was clothing missing from his house, personal items, maybe he really did leave."

"He knew I had to pick him up, that I would be there at 9:30 to take him home, he wouldn't have left without me, without telling me. We don't work that way, he and I understand each other better than anyone else, he wouldn't have done this to me..."

"Uncle..." Obito begins, "We all know Izuna wasn't the same after that night, maybe he changed about you too-" A large hand closes over his neck, and Madara's eyes glare at him with hatred.

"Didn't I tell you not to mention something like that?”

"The phone analysis will be ready tomorrow. Once we have that information, we can decide whether to fight each other or not." Again, Shisui is the voice of reason and gets him to let go of his cousin before a brawl breaks out between the family. The state Madara finds himself in is like walking on eggshells, impossible to navigate without being deathly cautious of what one says.

...

His eyes feel heavy, as though he cannot open them, unable to see. He makes a terrible effort to focus his vision around him, darkness giving way to colors.

Where is he? What happened?

He feels sheets around him, a pillow under his head, his senses slowly awaken and discovering different sensations. He doesn't remember anything, but assumes he had a wonderful night if this is the condition he finds himself in in the morning. His mouth is dry, not being able toclose it, and when he manages to remember he actually has hands, brings them to his face to discover fabric.

What is this?

He blinks rapidly, trying to finally wake up his eyes, shake off the cloud of heaviness on his forehead, to get up and ignore the dizziness he feels in his head. Everything is blurry, weird, unfamiliar, and he slowly realizes he is not at home.

No, this is not his room.

"There he is, my sleeping beauty. Anija went a little overboard with the dosage, my apologies." A male voice speaks, and a shiver of involuntary terror runs through his drowsy body when aware of how familiar that sound is. He knows that tone, that ring, that person's darkness.

A choked moan of fright escapes him, and that is when he understands he is gagged.

He tries to move his legs, but two impossible-to-release shackles restrict his possibilities. The world gradually ends up appearing before his eyes, but he can't get rid of the discomfort he feels in his body and the dizziness in his head, unable to focus on anything, confused.

"Don't worry about those, if you behave, I'll eventually take them off."

He becomes aware of crying when his face burns from the salt of his tears, unable to acknowledge his body or understand what the fuck is going on. He doesn't have the strength to get up, use his hands, or run away from whatever is happening, but he knows he's in trouble.

"Now, now... Let me taste that pretty little mouth again, I've been fantasizing about it since last time."

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[vulpisnocturna]

My deary. I see you are back (hopefully somewhat better), but I need you bad as ever!

Yes I totally ripped that from a song, but it’s literally what came to mind.

Been thinking *a lot,* per usual. About all the Uchiha men in my life. You know me, biggest Shisui slut to have scorched this planet. Anyways, if you’re feeling it, it doesn’t necessarily have to be Shisui—can be Itachi. Or whatever.

Wildcard list of hc for these men. Things that they didn’t realize were arousing, but then when they see you do them—it just tightens the slacks a bit. Probably something they should feel ashamed about but don’t.

And in all honesty if your not feeling it, then I totally appreciate you reading my wild whims. Or if something else, because creative freedom is always appreciated from my favs here, do something else.

I just really crave this man, and your writing of him. I eat the words your fingertips formulate like a rabid beast.

Sincerely,

Me 🙂❤️❤️

My darling! Let me see what I can cook.

Shisui - Itachi secret turn ons (?) 🫶🏻

Shisui

- puns. I think Shisui would be the type of guy who sees you make a stupid dad joke or pun and he is like

- red lipstick. I don’t know why, it just makes his knees jelly and something else quite… hard.

-sassiness. It makes him smile, especially if you’re quite a bit shorter than him, he thinks it’s cute.

Itachi

- I think Weasel Boy is into thigh high socks (me too tbh). I think he would stare like he’s trying to X-ray your legs if you wore thigh high socks

- Smiles. Your smiles to him are extremely sweet and also uplifting. And yes, they turn him on. One, because you’re smiling at him and his heart is going crazy knowing he made you happy, two because there’s so much cruelty in the world and you look so radiant and you’re his light. He’ll gift you a little smile of his own 🥹

- If you read to him 🥺 especially when he’s blind AF. He is going to be so in love with that stuff. Bonus points (and probably Itachi going feral) if you brush his hair while you read to him. Itachi when Reader does these things:

#itachi #uchiha itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi headcanons #itachi x reader #itachi x y/n #shisui uchiha #shisui #shisui x reader #shisui headcanons #shisui x y/n

[ttipsyy]

CRUMBLE | Shisui Uchiha X Reader Angst

in which y/n is sifting through her boyfriend Shisui's stuff after he threw himself into the Naka River

warnings!: mentions of suicide, angst, underage drinking.

Beautiful Image below by @cynniminni @cynniminni (Thank you to @crystaldragon15 for bringing this to my attention!)

"I'm sorry for your loss."

Those five words were meant to console her. They were meant to offer her a temporary peace, a ripple of calm in the midst of her raging sea of emotions. And yet, coming out of Itachi's mouth, all it did was make her angry.

Still clad in his ANBU uniform, Itachi stood before her nothing in his expressoin giving away what he was feeling. They were face to face, him on her front porch, her huddled behind her door, the entrance to the home she had once shared with Shisui. She stared at him, hard, trying to find something, anything that would give away any hint of the emotion she was sure he had to be feeling. After all, Shisui had been his best friend.

And now he was dead.

"If there's anything I can do—" But she cut him off with a cold look.

"Unless you can bring him back," She whispered harshly, voice wavering over several octaves as she tried to keep herself steady. "Then there's nothing you can do, Shinobi-San."

If the use of the unfamiliar honorific bothered him at all, he didn't show it. Before today, Y/N could confidently say that she and Itachi had once been close. Mutual friends brought together by none other then Shisui Uchiha. Shisui had dragged them both to local pubs, gotten himself drunk beyond reason and then proceeded to force them all to have a sleepover on more than one occasion.

Because of Shisui, Y/N knew what Itachi's favorite drink was. She knew that he slept on his left side, hands nestled neatly under his chin. She knew that he had a younger brother named Sasuke, whom he adored more than anyone else, and that his favorite way to spend his days off was to spend them with him. She also knew that Itachi was Shisui's favorite person, that he loved him like the brother he never had.

Loved him more than anyone. Loved him more than he could ever love her.

"Y/N," There was a softness in Itachi's voice now and he took a step forward, wedging a foot by the door, like he was afraid she'd shut it. "I'm sorry. I truly am."

She didn't reply, only glared at the ground, trying, trying so hard to keep the tears at bay.

"He did it for you."

"No," Now her eyes snapped upward, meeting his ebony gaze. She felt the rage bubble up in her chest, and her voice was nothing more than a snarl when she spoke. "He did it for you."

And then she shoved him back and slammed the door shut.

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Three weeks later, Y/N found herself surrounded by boxes, the home she had once shared with Shisui empty. It had taken her two weeks to summon the courage to come back to the house, and even then, she had stood outside the door for a long time, preparing herself. She was selling the house, she had decided, but had put off packing everything until the day before she was due to move out. And now the only room in the house that was still untouched was the bedroom. Their bedroom.

No. There was no 'them' anymore. There was only a her. From the moment Shisui had made his decision there was only ever going to be a her.

But she needed to get this done. Not so much for the contracters but for herself. She needed this.

So she pushed through the door and into the bedroom. Despite the fact that Shisui hadn't perished there, the room felt like a grave. This was the last place he had held her. The last place he had kissed her, had laughed with her, had been with her. Maybe her eyes were playing tricks on her, but from the corner of her eyes, she saw bloodstains on the drawers.

She stifled the thoughts down. Standing there was just as suffocating as she thought it would be, but she kept telling herself it would better once she got it over with. Then she would never have to come here again. So she went to one of the drawers first, pulling it open, eager to occupy herself and just be done with it.

Blindly, she shoved his things into a box, not really paying attention to what she was putting. That was, until her fingers grasped something that made the undeniable sound of the crinkle of paper. Until she glanced down the paper and so two letters written on the folded paper. Two letters. Her initals.

The box dropped from her hands, cluttering to the floor.

With shaking fingers, she unfolded the paper, trying not to get her hopes up. It could just be a coincidence. After all, Itachi had already told her about Shisui's letter, that it was in the hands of the ANBU for investigation purposes. It had been short and to the point. It hadn't mentioned her.

                                                       Y/N,

Her name. Her name in black ink in Shisui's messy handwriting. Her eyes widened as she skimmed the paper full with long paragraphs. It was a letter. For her. Shisui had written her a letter. There was no date on it, she didn't know how long this peice of Shisui had been sitting here for.

y/n. My y/n, my love, my star, the apple to my pie. Wow. that was disgustingly cheesy. I’m being overly fucking cheesy. I’m so lame and gross, i’m sorry. But you love me anyway, right?

The truth is, this is my third time trying to write this letter. You’re sleeping now. I had to wiggle my way out of your grip, you were holding me so tightly. Its almost like you know, isn’t it?

Suddenly, her knees shook. She felt herself sink to the floor.

I made love to you for the first time last night. I know it isn’t fair, that it was completely selfish on my part but i guess i just

I just wanted to be as close to you as i could be. Just for tonight. You don’t know this, but i’ve been planning this for a while. This is how it has to happen. For the village. If i don’t do this, there may not be a village for very long. I’d be betraying my village and my duty to it

Do you hate me yet, y/n? For putting the future of the village above you?

 like i said, i’m a selfish creature. I didn’t just do this for the village. 

Do you ever get those nights where just…nothing is alright and and you honestly just feel shitty and it just shakes you up so bad you can’t sleep because there’s too much to think about?

Most of those many thoughts are about you, y/n. You take up so much space in my mind, there’s hardly any room for anything else. You keep me up at night. And so does the things i do, the things i did that i never told you about.

You see, y/n, i might be a smooth fucker most of the time, but with you, i come undone. There’s something about you that is so fucking addicitve. Words fail me when i’m around you. And i talk a lot. You know this.

y/n, everything in this world is so unbearingly heavy. The weight of the ANBU, the weight of the clan, the coup, the weight of the eyes in my sockets and the weight of knowing exactly who’s after them. Danzo is a powerful man, and his reach is far. If he cant get to me himself he’s going to get to me through you.

I’m a misfortune, y/n.

I keep messing up and turning things into shit. So many fucking slip-ups, you have no idea. But i can’t tell you any of this because i can’t bare to have you look at me the way i look at myself. I can’t let you see that side of me.

I wish things weren’t like this, i wish i wasn’t like this. I wish i wasn’t scared of myself, scared of what else i’m going to fuck up and what other damage i can cause. I wish i didn’t have to hide things from you. I wish you knew about the dangerous thoughts i have at night.

Things are especially heavy now, that’s why i’ve been acting so distant towards you. But you didn’t notice. Sometimes its frustrating how oblivious you are. But i guess it makes this a little bit earlier. 

I don’t know if you’ll ever come to read this, but i’m writing it because i’m tired, y/n. Im tired of keeping all these secrets from you, of living like this, it’s eating me alive. I hate that you look like you’re proud to be with me. I’m not proud to be me. I had hoped that one day i’d have the courage to tell you everything and hoped that you’d still look at me with love in your eyes. But i’m a coward. 

I understand if you can’t forgive me. I’ve done a lot of shitty things i’d rather not name. But if i told you that i did all those things because i love you, because i was afraid that you’d get involved in any of this, because i don’t want you to get hurt because i don’t want to mess everything up, because damn it all, you are my entire world and i dont ever want you to leave my side,

If i told you all those things, would you forgive me then?

I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what i’m doing. It’s late and all i want is to crawl back into your arms and drift off to the only place i have ever felt safe. I want to rip this scroll to shreds and forget everything that’s happened.

But this is all i could offer you. This stupid letter.

I could fix my faults and change the course of history a thousand times... But even then, I would still be unworthy of you.I must prioritize love over honor, and loving you has been an honor.

Until we meet again, I will hold on to the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.

Sincerely, 

A very tired Shisui Uchiha

#shisui x y/n #shisui headcanons #shisui x you #shisui angst #itachi #itachi uchiha #naruto #naruto series #naruto oneshot #naruto headcanons #naruto hc

[sakurasfallingstar]

ShiSaku Week: Day 6

Comebacks were always Sakura's favorite. There were interviews, guest staring, dance practices, and just the hype that her favorite group was releasing a new album.

Now that her favorite group was releasing their title track MV, Sakura couldn't wait until the school bell rang. At the moment, she didn't really find Iruka's lecture of the invasion of mist on their homeland a priority. She drowned out his lecture, eyeing as the minutes ticked on by.

"Just a few more minutes," she thought,.

Her hands twitched with anticipation, toward her bag.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG!

that was her cue, she grabbed her bag in a hurry, and practically ran out the door. Their was no way Sakura was going to to miss this. Not this time. She unlocked her bike and pedaled as fast as she could home.

There were only a few more minutes until the MV was released, and she wasn't going to miss their special message from the group. It was something they always did seconds before the release. She's missed so many times previously, but this time would be her chance to catch it.

By the time she got home, there were only 5 minutes until the premiere. She hopped off her bike, not caring as it fell on its side, unlocked her front door, and ran inside.

"I'm home," she shouted, as she ran to her.

Her parents could only stare at eachother a bit dumbfounded.

"Well, she's your daughter," said her mother to her father, before resuming with dinner.

Shutting the door to her, she jumped on her bed, turned on the TV, and set up NinTube.

Clicking the video, she saw that the count down had already began.then it all turned white.

"Obito, I think the camera's good. You can move away now," said Sasuke.

Sakura's been stanning this group from their debut, she can already tell who is who, with just a picture of their nose. Of course she'd be able to tell who's talking without seeing who's talking.

"Ok. Ok," Obits said, moving away from the camera to stand with his group.

"Ichi, ni, san. Hello, we are F4N," they introduced together with a bow and wave.

Sakura couldn't help, the smile that spread across her face.

"There's my favorite person, " Shisui said, with excitement to the camera.

"Shisui, don't you mean 'persons?'' You'll  have Celebrities saying you're flirting with them," joked Itachi.

"Well, maybe I am," he replied, before turning to the camera yelling, "Celebrities, I love you!"

Shisui then began to do do some silly, cutesy poses.

'He's so cute,' Sakura thought with a giggle, as she watched her bias. She's sure she'll find screenshots on Tweeter later. She'll download them then.

"Shisui, quit it. We're on a time limit," stressed Sasuke.

"Oh, right."

"Anyways, we worked really hard on this MV. Each of us did our best with this concept, despite it being different from our usual stuff," began Itachi.

"Yes, got to admit. I am kinda happy we are not wearing our usual amount of eyeliner," commented Obito.

"Yes, and since we've gone with a more  bright and upbeat concept; we hope you'll enjoy seeing this side of ourselves," Sasuke, said with a smile.

"Now, without further ado, let's roll the MV," Shisui said, winking at the camera.

That wink almost killed Sakura.

The video began with them out on a boat enjoying the sun. Then, the next thing you see is them shipwrecked on an island. The music begins then. It's upbeat and makes you want to dance.

Each one of them is trying to make the island livable, from starting a bond fire to setting up some Christmas lighs around the area. Shisui even chased Sasuke around with some seaweed.

By the end of it seemed like they set up for a beach party. It was a fun concept.

Sakura was sure that this song would be the summer anthem  of the year.

Notes

Group Name: F4N (pronounced FAN)

Members (oldest to youngest): Obito, Shisui, Itachi, and Sasuke

Fandom name: Celebrities

(Get it? Cause they are their fans' biggest fan. Ok, I'll stop.)

Shisui is Sakura's ultamite bias.

Most of their concepts are dark or horror. Some may even call ot erotic...

@shisakuweek

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Aaaa. Could you do 6 or 8 for Shisui and Inoichi? Preferably HOPE AU. I just...love them so much and live for your updates about Inoichi and his Uchiha child.

#8- “I’m never letting you go.”

As the one of the closest professionals that Konoha had to a trained psychiatrist, Inoichi knew this was a potentially monumental misstep.

They were killers, indoctrinated from birth to a carefully cultivated and rationed loyalty. As the Head of T&I, Inoichi knew that he should encourage devotion to Konoha herself over any individual, devotion to their ideology and way of life, to their leadership, to the village. Not people, people who were so fragile and flighty and susceptible. A good Shinobi was a tool; Konoha might have had greater emphasis on teamwork but functioning as clogs of a machine was a metaphor to similar effect. It was still a dehumanising, to be a thing with a function, to be used and managed and discarded.

"Sensei."

The word was soft, helpless, formed from a mouth stained with blood and rounded by exhaustion.

The Uchiha were more dangerous than most. Not only for their skill, for their passion and talent and strength, but because the inevitable ramifications of their Dojutsu.

Shisui stared down at Inoichi, his Mangekyou gleaming brighter than anything in nature. He was pale, beneath the flush of sweat and adrenaline, and his thin limbs trembled faintly.

He would remember this moment for the rest of his life, no matter how long or short, no matter how his vision failed and darkened to eventual blindness.

And Inoichi, despite everything that he knew and despite his own skewed loyalties, gathered one of Shisui's hands in his own. It was small, the knuckles still round with childishness, and cold, all small bones and surprisingly hard callouses.

"I mean it, Shisui-kun. Never suggest that I leave you behind or that I sacrifice you to make a clean kill."

There was a light in those wicked, spinning eyes. Shisui was sweet and warm and bright but, like any light, carried such deep shadows with him. He was a vicious little thing, sharp blades in small hands and gleaming wire woven with small fingers. A dichotomy that, rightly, disturbed both civilians and Shinobi alike.

"But-"

Inoichi, who had immersed himself in the darkest depths of humanity long ago, only smiled.

"You and me are for life."

A short, wounded inhale.

"Do you promise?"

Another taboo. Another line crossed. When the Sandaime had ordered Inoichi to evaluate an Uchiha with the specific intent to manipulate, this had not been the plan.

Inoichi was supposed to MindWalk him, assess if he was a flight risk, and ensure that the youngest ever wielder of the Mangekyou Sharingan could be put to Konoha's use before he inevitably self-destructed. The Uchiha were single-minded in their obsession, should the trigger catch; it was what made them such keen hunters, such creative and terrifying enemies, and fed into their introverted Clan culture. To turn an Uchiha so completely to the use of the village instead...

(Inoichi wasn't supposed to take him under his wing, to teach him and nurture him, to care for him.)

But Inoichi hadn't done that. He hadn't lured Shisui from his people, hadn't severed those ties and cauterized the wounds with the intent to foster an even greater love for the inner village, for an unmatched obedience to Kage and Elders.

(Inoichi wasn't supposed to compromise his own training, loyalties, initiative.)

The manipulator had, instead, manipulated everything else, the two of them caught like the eye of the storm.

(He'd broken orders.)

Now, bloodied from an ambush but the both of them alive, gasping in the undergrowth with Shisui shivering from adrenaline and Inoichi kneeling to peer into the young boy's face, something fragile and hopeful hung between them.

“I’m never letting you go.”

"Do you promise?''

Nothing was promised in this world. To do so was naive, cruel, a self fulfilling prophecy. A lie.

(Inoichi wasn't supposed to love him, a father and his son.)

Inoichi lied to everyone. It was his job, to snare and manipulate and dig. And yet-

"I promise."

He would die before the world made a liar of him to Shisui as well.

#this got dark and its 100% because Im reading Hannibal fanfic #torship #torship talks #ask #anon #drabble #drabble quote prompts #ask game #shisui #inoichi #hope au #an au of that au probably #darker timeline of Hope Au #which would reaaaaaaally be something #shisui son and inoichi dad #Yamanaka Shisui #enjoy anon! 🥰

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The team reluctantly report their discovery to the council, all the while Rin cries in heartache.

The Council decide to make this jedi business, and thus demand every Jedi to bring Obito to justice, they give a kill or capture order.

Rin is horrified by this. Kakashi and everyone try to persuade the council to try and take him alive, so he can be saved, but the council refuses.

Rin runs out of the chamber crying, quickly followed by Kushina, Sakura and Konan.

Rin hides in her own chambers and cries for the next two days.

Finally she comes out and meets with everyone again. They are all distraught and upset, but decide that they have to find Obito before any other jedi does.

Meanwhile Obito has now learned a terrifying new power, he has learned to use his spacetime manipulation in tandem with his force drain and he can now drain life from across lightyears. He now hunts for an ancient artefact that will allow him to consume the entire galaxy all at once.

A year goes by, and Minato, Rin, Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke, Sakura, Kushina, Nagato, Yahiko, Konan, Hinata, Tenten, Itachi, Shisui along with exiled Jedi masters; Jiraiya and Tsuande, hunt for Obito, at the same time they try to figure out what happened to him and how he became like this.

During their travels they learn from a former Sith, that there are legends of a mysterious dark side order deep in the unknown regions. Known as the sorcerers of Rhand. The sith explain that unlike the sith, who seek power, the sorcerers seek death and destruction.

This gives them an idea of what happened to Obito.

They encounter him on several occasions, each time he quickly teleports away before they can get close to him. Many more jedi and Republic troops die as well as hundreds of star systems.

Eventually the group decide to set a trap for him, to lure him to them.

Using an ancient sith artefact as bait, they bring Obito to them and they all engage him in combat.

However Obito is still too powerful for them to subdue.

However they are able to damage his mask once again, so that the right side of his face is exposed.

Rin and the others beg and plead with him, to stop what he’s doing and to come home.

But Obito just says that the Obito they knew is gone, and that what they see before them is all that remains.

Minato, Kakashi and Rin sob and apologise for failing him.

Obito remains silent and stares at them. Before finally saying that he is not their failure.

That they didn’t kill Obito Uchiha… But He did.

He ignites his darksaber and slowly begins to move forward, he says he will end everything, and give the jedi the peace they desire. By bringing death to everything.

Rin feels her heartbreak into a million million pieces. She cries hard than ever, and asks what happened to him, what made him like this. What made him empty and dark.

Obito only answers with a cryptic “I did.” He continues to advance towards them in a slow pace.

Rin breaks down and begs Obito to come home with them, and she screams out loud that she loves him, she has always loved.

Obito stops dead in his tracks. He stares at Rin as her words sink in.

She loves him.

For the first time in years this breaks through the endless darkness that had enveloped Obito and his feelings are once again awoken with a fury. The war between his emotions starts up again as the darkness and emptiness slowly starts to dissipate.

And for the first time, Obito’s eyes change, not to the sith red, but back to their natural obsidian.

It is in that moment that Rin can see the turmoil and conflict inside him, buried deep under a shroud of darkness and numbness.

But before long Obito’s eyes flicker into sith red and then back into their hollow black.

He then stares at all of them one last time, before he whispers, barely audible; I’m sorry and then teleports away.

CLIFFHANGER!!!!

We are nearing the end...

MY heart. I LOVE THIS.

More!!!! Now!!!!

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Happy ShiSaku Week!

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Prompt: Day 1 "don't kill yourself, kill your fiancé"

Warnings: suicide attempt, self harm

Words: 645

Read on AO3

"Haruno-san, I've come to- what are you doing?!"

he rushes to shut the door quietly behind him, hoping no one rises to follow him. She's scrambling away from him, knife no longer pressed to her abdomen but bloodied partially at the sharp tip. 

"Don't! Don't come any closer, Shisui-kun." Sakura's eyes are frenzied as she finally meets his panicked gaze. He holds his hands up in a gesture of good faith. 

"Please, don't. Put the knife down."

"I… I can't go forward with this. You should know, I… I can't marry him, he's a monster." Her hand is shaking violently as she raises the knife towards him in an effort to keep him away. 

He takes a step forward anyway. 

"I said stop!" She quickly turns the knife back to herself, rightly figuring that threatening him would not keep him away, and that injuring herself is the only thing that could. He hates how right she always is. 

He lowers himself to a crouching position, trying to meet her at her own level. Trying anything he can to get her attention on him, and not on finishing what he interrupted. 

"You're right, he is." Shisui slightly edges himself closer, hoping the movement goes unnoticed. 

"Talk to me, Haruno-san." 

She flinches at the honorific. He moves closer. 

"I think-" she hiccups a soft chuckle that sounds more like a sob, "I think at this moment, you can call me Sakura."

"Sakura."

Another inch closer. 

He looks to her hands, where she's grasping the knife in a white-knuckled grip. They stopped shaking when he spoke her given name. A good start.

"Sakura."

"You-" she pauses to gather her thoughts and breathes, "you can't convince me to- there's nothing you can say that would make me want to marry Sasuke." 

He moved closer while she spoke, hoping she was distracted enough not to notice him encroaching on her.

"Alright." 

He moves closer again. He's so close, just a bit more and he could-

"St-stop!" 

He freezes, puts his hands back up in hopes of placating her. His eyes flick between her face and her hands. Her bottom lip is quivering in her pathetic attempts to control her breathing. Her eyes are shining with tears she's trying so hard to contain. Her brow is furrowed, willing herself to focus on him, or perhaps on the task he's hoping she was never fully convinced was the solution at all. Her hands are shaking again, any calm he had offered a moment ago gone as quickly as it came. The knife's edge is pressed up against the soft flesh of her stomach, glimmering in the sharp gaze of the moonlight through the window. Her yukata falling away as she cuts through the silk fabric.  

The deer scare in the garden snaps as it becomes inundated with water. 

The knife digs deeper into flesh. 

His eyes snap to hers, he hopes his panic is as clear in his eyes as it is in hers. 

"Sakura, please." 

Two things happen at once. Her tears finally spill over, filling her vision with water, and he snaps forward and wraps his strong grip over hers, ceasing the knife's deadly forward movement. 

"Don't kill yourself," 

She blinks away the tears, trying her best to meet his pleading stare. He looks so different from his usual smiling self. His laughter seemingly the only laughter to ever grace this house. Now he looks soft, so comforting that all she wants is to do what he asks, even though she knows her life with Sasuke would be utter misery. Just because he asked. Perhaps she could learn to live with Sasuke, just in the hopes of occasionally seeing Shisui. If anyone could brighten hell it would be him-

His grip around her hand and the knife sharpens considerably, crushing her fingers, and his eyes darken.

"Kill your fiancé, instead."

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