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redfurrycat · 1 year

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White Collar and Top Gun Fusion

Special Agent for the FBI in the white-collar crimes division Bradley Bradshaw once arrested white-collar criminal Jake Seresin, alias the Hangman.

The Hangman is a charming and sophisticated con artist known as such because he cockily leaves a hangman game on each crime scene (leading to his next theft). However, Agent Bradshaw cracks his hangman code which has allowed him to finally capture the elusive criminal.

(Un)fortunately, his criminal talents in counterfeiting are coveted by the white-collar crimes division. The FBI IceBoss Tom Kazansky strikes a deal with him: serving his remaining four-year sentence as an anklet-wearing consultant to the FBI. Seresin accepts the deal as long as he gets Agent Bradshaw as his handler. (What? The guy has brains and is sweet on the eye –his moustache notwithstanding–, and he likes ‘hem smart and pretty.)

Agent Bradshaw has no choice but to obey his bossdad. He’s thus now working with the infuriating, cunning, and not at all appealing criminal alongside his newly formed white-collar team –Agents Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd. The team has a particularly high solved-cases rate, mainly due to the duo très spécial working together.

FBI consultant Jake Seresin has the time of his life: he lives in a beautiful and richly decorated house with Penny Benjamin, the charming landlady; he wears her late husband’s styled suits and hats; he finds his criminal and genius best friend Javy Machado again and often asks him for help in various FBI cases…

About that…He is surprised how much he likes using his devilishly almost-too-good-to-be-true talents (‘ugh’, says Bradley, every single time) for the other side of the law. His colleagues Trace and Floyd are really nice too: he banters with Phoenix like he would his own sister, and fondly annoys Bob like he would a little brother.

He expects even less to fall for Agent Bradshaw. Bradley. The Hawaiian-shirt-wearing and by-the-book special agent appears to be a little grumpy on the outside, especially with him, but Jake is trying to shatter Bradley’s walls, and he will succeed eventually. They have numerous evening talks during which they share personal details, and pretty much bicker about every possible subject.

Jake also meets the IceBoss’ trophy wife and Bradley’s godfather, Pete (‘Call me Maverick’) Mitchell. Maverick is a mechanic and an engineer, and he does some consultant work when the FBI needs his expertise. These two become thick as thieves, as they have similar minds, and Maverick often invites Jake for dinner (Bradley whines ‘Mav, whyyyyyyyyy?!’ meanwhile Ice is questioning his husband’s –matchmaking–motives…‘Trust me IceBaby, I know what I’m doing.’)

It is Mav who convinces Jake to go for it, because his oblivious godson would never act on his feelings, he’s too cautious (‘Ah. The snug-on-his-perch type’…..‘Well, yeah, but he has his reasons.’). However, Mav is sure he likes Jake because Ice has told him Bradley often comes in his office to rant about Hangman (‘Ice, he’s yet again charming such and such, he’s unprofessional!’… Also Ice has the patience of a saint).

Thus Jake begins wooing Bradley à la Hangman: he leaves him complimentary notes disguised as hangman games on his desk, he delivers perfect art forgeries in Bradley’s effigy (paintings, sculptures, drawings,…) at his home –Bradley’s both scandalised and reluctantly charmed– and, on one memorable occasion, Bradley’s gifted a Carrara-marbled, life-sized and very much naked statue of Jake. He stays speechless for an abnormal amount of time and can’t look Jake in the eye (héhé) for some time. He’ll deny it, but Bradley keeps the statue. Of course, he keeps the statue! Finally, Jake’s last and most romantic move is to offer Bradley a piano he's personally restored! It’s the final straw for Bradley: he jumps him so hard his neighbours call the police to report *suspicious* noise.

[After their “strenuous” activities, Jake asks Bradley if he has succeeded in accomplishing his most spectacular heist.

Bradley: And what would that be?

Jake: Have I finally succeeded in stealing your heart?

Bradley: For a seductive bastard, you are ridiculously corny sometimes…but if you must know. Yeah, you did.]

Once they get their act together, Bradley feels comfortable enough to do some wooing of his own: he serenades Jake with skillful renditions of 'Smooth Criminal' on the piano as well as old romantic ballads.

#White collar AU #with Top Gun characters #hangster #sereshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #con artist!Jake #special agent!Bradley #tom iceman kazansky x pete maverick mitchell #icemav #Icemav has adopted four dogs: F-14/Tomcat/F-18/Super Hornet #Bradley often dogsits them while reflecting on cases #Imagine Jake and Bradley dogsitting together #homemade collage #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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fluffimemes · 1 year

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[21] not sexc enough

Currently, you were underneath your blanket while laying on your bed. The lights were off, but the window let the sun's rays into the room.

Your mind was overwhelmed. You couldn't stop thinking about the conversation that you had with Thirteen.

Those messages that she showed you were fake -- is what you wanted to say, but you knew she wouldn't do something like that. Neither would Solomon. Right?

What motive does he have? Did he sacrifice many years of friendship over something small? How did he benefit from this? ...What if this whole time, he was using you for something?

There were many thoughts inside your head that it was overwhelming.

There was a knock at the door that made you jump. You checked your phone, the last message Satan sent was a few minutes ago. He couldn't have arrived so quickly... Maybe.

Another knock. If you didn't open the door, he would eventually leave.

"Yeah, I'll just stay here! He'll lea-" your thoughts were interrupted by someone opening the door.

"You have to lock your door, it's dangerous to leave it unlocked," Satan announced his presence. You quickly put your face into your pillow, not wanting to get scolded by Satan.

Footsteps could be heard until there was a weight on your bed.

"You can't hide forever, you know?" Satan softly spoke to you, as if you were a kitten.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, not knowing if he heard you. You heard him rummaging through a bag.

"Don't apologize, I'm not here to scold you," Satan tried to pry away your blanket, but you held onto it tight.

"If you show me your face, I'll make you hot chocolate," Satan bribed you

"With extra marshmallows?" You mumbled out, almost inaudible, but Satan hummed. You hesitantly sat up, though you were looking down at your lap.

Satan put a hand on your chin and made you face him, his hand was warm. He softly smiled at you, moved some hair strands away, and went to wipe your face with the tissues that he brought. Next to him was a bag full of stuff. Considering that it took him a few minutes to arrive, these items must be from his dorm.

You didn't realize how comforting his touch was until he was finished. He threw the tissues into the trashcan next to your bed. He was about to stand up, but you quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. This shocked the both of you.

"Stay..." you whispered out, you didn't have enough courage to look at his eyes.

"I'm just going to go make you your hot chocolate, I did promise you," Satan softly spoke.

"Not yet," you said. You realized how Satan grounded you, how he kept the overwhelming thoughts away.

He must've realized what was going on and decided to scoot next to you. He intertwined your hands together. You decided to put your head on his shoulder. A few seconds passed until you felt soft on your forehead. It took you a second to realize that Satan kissed your forehead.

You closed your eyes, the warmth from Satan's body lulling you to sleep.

yummy

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amor-immortalem · 2 years

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Finding his parents’ old wedding pics

Because of course Levi’s weeb ass would want to recreate this jojo meme and Isabella was down for it.

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I’m sure this idea has been done before but I still found it funny so…

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wannabe-amateur-writer · 2 years

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"Are there any loose ends you'd like me to cover?" Idk if you mentioned it already and if you have then you can totally ignore this and I won't mind, but does bakugou have his quirk in your Lucifer series? Cause if so, God imagine them finding out that humans have naturally occurring powers. Also raises the question if Solomon was quirkless in that sense before learning magic 🤔

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luvreyn · 2 years

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GIFT

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Goddess of Death! Reader

A prince. He is born as a prince again. He does not know how many times he’s been reborn as a member of a royal family. He supposes the Gods wants him to stay to be a Prince for all his lifetimes.

The creature in front of him sings him praises and shows the gifts of his nation, along with the tribute he brought with him. The tribute smiles shyly when he glances at her.

Another bride-to-be, the Gods sure are testing his patience. He’s sure they know that the King and Queen plan to arrange his marriage after his coming of age. He dismisses them with a wave of his hand, and he stalks out with the intention of seeing the garden.

The red spider lily blooms red under the moonlight. Your favorites. He wonders if you are watching him. He wonders if you have forgotten about him so soon. He examines the gift of the diplomat earlier, and an idea is formed.

He’d given you gifts before, but all they did was make you sad. The flowers wilt, the animals die, the jewelry turns to ash when you touch it. He has not given you a perfect present yet.

However, he is still not quite sure what it is. That is the only thing he doesn’t know.

He knows you hate him dying, meaningless deaths-wars which you find exhausting, and for someone who rules the dead, you do not fancy the cold.

He knows that you like flowers, animals, and jewelry, but nothing has yet to survive your touch.

And he knows that whenever there is a death, there is always a possibility of you watching, ready to collect and sooth the souls you collected.

He envies them for seeing you when he still couldn’t. Not yet, anyway. He learned the hard way that you do not fancy seeing him die so young. It does not mean, however, that he wants you to forget his existence.

Instead of meeting the ladies his parents chose as candidates for the Crown Princess position, he spent days and nights thinking of a present for you. He spent his day tending to his sick horse, but he knew death when it stared right into his eyes.

He picks out one red spider lily and places it on the grave of his favorite horse in mourning and respect. He hoped you’d be the one to deliver his horse to an everlasting peace.

When he sees the flower gone the following day, he smiles in bewilderment. You have never picked other flowers when they were offered... but now he is not sure why he is certain that it was you who collected his horse’s soul, but he is.

He has never been wrong—he does not allow himself to make mistakes when it comes to you.

Touching the stone marking the grave, he breathes. He already misses your phantom touch.

Soon, he will be with you again.

His coming of age is a disaster. The palace is burning. The traitors are still wrecking havoc and terrorizing the citizens.

What kind of king is he if he leaves to see you when his people need him? He unsheathes his sword, throwing the gift of the traitor away. Damn the gods and his feelings of pleasing you.

He sighs, slashing the throat of the person who tried to attack him, letting it fall on the ground along with the others. He places the flower on top of the body and walks toward where the rest of the traitors are hiding.

It seems he’d have to wait longer to see you.

Until then, he hopes you'll find these gifts lovely.

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half-past-late · 2 years

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expectations -

reality -

@ice-icebaby

#sigh #personal

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dhoklaaminoacid · 9 months

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i found @ice-icebaby AFTER A YEAR my god brb crying

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greycaelum · 18 days

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Kidnapping of a Wife~

's just basically just a drabble to get out of rusty era~

It’s got to be those hips… those hips that filled up after three pregnancies, round and full against his palms every time he comes behind you and runs his hands to trace your enticing curves feeling your skin shiver against his callous hands and bite your lower lip with hazy eyes or maybe when he spanks your glorious bum cheeks and you gasp in surprise while he snickers and holds you against his body and your foreheads pressed against each other with that shit-eating grin he has that he knows never fails to get a rise out of you.

Satoru cleared his throat as he gazed at you playing with Saika on the couch, some kind of game about cats making soup or something.

Or maybe... it must be those heavy globes of yours that only grew more precious and milkier in his eyes, and let's not forget that tummy, good heavens, he's never found anything more fluffy and adorable to clutch and massage whenever his hands find your tummy… Motherhood only made you glow in his eyes.

“I win,” Kouki announces breaking the pattern of Satoru’s thoughts. His son’s white go stones capture his territory with no possible leeway to turn around.

“Lemme seeeee~” Satoru hums, as if trying to be seriously taking into account the game when for all the matter he knows he lost because he was too busy ogling at you than picking the right corner to place his go stones against his son.

“Mama, I won!” Kouki left him sitting on the mat and ran to you asking for the prize. A kiss!

Satoru pouted as you peppered his son’s face with kisses. He sighs. It’s no use arguing with his kids about wanting some lovin’ time with you. After they are his spawns, they’re bound to be glued to you just like he wants to stick around you too like a leech.

“What’s my consolation prize?” Satoru plops beside you and hugs you by the side, pouting with his chin on your shoulder.

“There’s a consolation prize?” You feigned innocence and asked your kids mooching you off with kisses and tickles.

“Nope.” Kouki shrugs.

“There’s none,” Saika added.

“Mama’s ours.” Kouki nodded and kissed your cheeks while Saika giggled and buried her face in your chest.

Satoru looked at you with a flat expression before sweeping you off your feet, hoisting you in his arms leaving the kids gaping on the floor, everything was too fast they couldn’t even hold on to your dress. His spawns are betraying him, bullying him.

“No husband has been jailed for kidnapping a wife from her clingy kids, yet.” Satoru stuck his tongue at his kids before running away with you in his arms and his two kids hot on his trails.

“Papa is a mommy kidnapper!”

—GreyCaelum

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inhuman-obey-me · 2 years

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@ice-icebaby @mythsofkairos

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So......funny story...........we didn't even realize we had come up with seven ideas and therefore only left two demons out of the mini-scenarios until you pointed this out HAHA. Guess we were tired askgkxkgz.

We really thought we had fewer,,,, oops.

But thank you so much for the love!! We'll do a follow up post later with those two (and perhaps also our non-demons just for fun 🤭)

#replies #ice-icebaby #mythsofkairos #it seems a lot of people enjoyed those ideas so we're glad!!

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kakashiswilloffire · 3 years

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Can I request a fluff short story for itachi!? Like family time with small sasuke and maybe shisui

(Happy b'day to Itachi)

i've never written for any uchiha, but this was so fun!! also, it's accidentally mostly shisui, but i promise itachi is in it. hope you enjoy!!

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fluff, no warnings!

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"Hey there, kiddo. Wake up," he murmured, gently squeezing the four year old's shoulder. He swatted the hand away with all the strength his sleepy form could muster and rolled onto his back with a tiny groan. Shisui grinned.

"Come on, Sasuke. You know what day it is, buddy?"

The child shot bolt upright, squishy hands reaching up and out to the man kneeling by his futon.

"'Tachi's birthday!" he remembered, thrilled. "It's brother 'Tachi's birthday!"

Shisui grinned, hooking his hands under Sasuke's arms and easily lifting the forty pound child high above his head before bringing him, giggling, back to his chest. "That's right, bud. Itachi's birthday! Now, you wanna help me with a surprise for him?"

Sasuke's eyes opened so wide they nearly fell out, matching his mouth that took in the biggest gasp his tiny lungs could handle. "Yeah!"

He stood up, adjusted the kid to a more comfortable position on his hip, and made their way into the kitchen.

Mikoto and Fugaku had been on a mission since the day before yesterday, and weren't slated to return for at least a week. This wasn't unusual, given their status as Jonin, but did frequently interfere with events in their children's lives that didn't require public celebration. He doubted that Sasuke remembered Itachi's last birthday, where only Mikoto was present and even then, just for the party, or the birthday before that, where they had been unable to get out of a Jonin's counsel where the elders kept rambling. Itachi never seemed to mind, always reassuring his parents, but there was no way it didn't upset him at least a little.

But when he'd unofficially gotten word from Hound that he'd be back from his latest mission by noon today, he knew he'd do whatever he needed to to have a celebration ready for him.

Setting Sasuke down on the counter, he went over the plan. Make a cake, decorate it and the house, and be ready to surprise Itachi. Sasuke nodded fervently as though receiving details for an S rank mission.

"So, Operation Itachi's Birthday…" he put his hand out, palm down, and looked at Sasuke expectantly. After a moment, the small child jumped and threw his hand on top of Shisui's. Together, they brought their hands a few inches down, then raised them above their heads. "Go!"

Navigating the kitchen cabinets with ease, given how much time he spent here, Shisui made quick work of gathering ingredients and placing them in the counter, making sure a large bowl was nearest Sasuke. He set the oven to preheat, then joined the kiddo on the counter.

"Alright, I'm thinking yellow cake with cream cheese frosting." Sasuke scrunched up his nose and Shisui poked it, getting his attention back. "I know you don't like the sound of cheese in frosting, but trust me. It's your brother's favorite and I bet you'll like it." He winked, waving a spoon tantalizingly. The child had loved the frosting last year, although he'd made the same protest.

"The question, though," he posed in an extremely serious tone, "is do we also make the frosting chocolate?"

Solemenly, Sasuke gave a single nod. "Definitely chocolate."

Shisui agreed, turning to grab a tin of cocoa powder. "Excellent choice, buddy. Now, we begin."

He scooped two cups of flour, leveling them with a knife and passing them to Sasuke to dump into the bowl. Normally, he'd sift the ingredients, but Itachi wouldn't mind lumps in this case. He followed it with three tablespoons of baking powder and had Sasuke grab a pinch of salt— maybe a bit larger than he would've liked, but it's fine—and add it to the bowl. He held it steady while the duck-haired child stirred it vigorously. Thankfully, there were only a couple of spills.

Then he had Sasuke add vanilla extract directly from the bottle, just advising him to pour carefully. Together, they cracked three eggs and fished a couple of shards back out of the mixture. Sasuke held a half-cup measure over the bowl, dumping it unceremoniously when it filled, like the large bucket at the local splash pad which he delighted in being dunked by when the whistle sounded. Shisui added oil, butter, and twice as much milk.

He placed the wooden spoon back in Sasuke's hands, and he slammed it directly into the bottom of the bowl. He grinned and held the bowl tightly, bracing himself. "Come on, kiddo."

Laughing, he leaned up on his knees and viciously stirred the batter, sending small pockets of flour flying asu he struggled to combine everything. The eggs streaked orange as the yolks broke, and the butter, maybe not as soft as Shisui would've liked, moved as one large clump.

When Sasuke tired himself out, he sat back on the counter and Shisui took over, combining the rest of the batter into a mostly smooth mixture.

"Now, we face a choice," he advised Sasuke. "Sprinkles in the batter or as decoration on top?"

Sasuke's face scrunched up in concentration, then he pointed up at the jonin. "Both."

Damn, the kid was good.

Shisui had Sasuke add sprinkles to the completed batter to his heart's content while he greased and lined a baking pan. Giving the mix a final stir, he helped Sasuke tip the bowl into the pan and smooth it out.

"Perfect. Now, I have a very important task for you," Shisui explained, again with deadly seriousness. Sasuke's eyes widened, ready for his orders. His eyes somehow widened further when Shisui returned the spoon to him and pushed the bowl in his direction.

"I need you to clean this bowl, by any means necessary." He winked, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel as the little boy started scraping the sides of the bowl and eating the leftover batter. Fugaku and Mikoto didn't love their children eating sweets, but they weren't here for Itachi's birthday, so their opinion wasn't currently relevant.

While Sasuke worked on the batter, he put the cake in the oven and got to work on a chocolate cream cheese frosting. He swiped a finger through a patch on the bowl Sasuke hadn't gotten to yet, earning himself a "hey!" from the child. Tasting it, he nodded. Not as good as what Itachi could make, but still full of love.

When the frosting came together, he set it in the fridge and grabbed a canvas bag from the entryway, digging through to find the birthday banner. With the bowl now mostly clean, Sasuke was eager for his next task.

"What's next, Shisui?" he asked, bouncing on the counter.

The teen smiled, helping him down off the counter. "Go grab your best drawing supplies, bud."

Sasuke ran off to his room without question, and Shisui started pulling streamers and packets of balloons to blow up out of the canvas bag, folding it and hanging it on the back of a chair when it was empty. He set the pack of candles on the counter next to everything else. He'd wanted to find a crow shaped candle, but that had proved too specific a request for the corner store.

When Sasuke returned, construction paper, chunky markers, and half empty pack of crayons clutched to his chest, he got him settled at the kitchen table before laying out his next mission.

"I need you to make Itachi's birthday card. You can write or draw whatever you want, but remember it's for your brother. Think you can handle that?"

He scoffed at the question, bringing marker to paper immediately. "'Tachi says I'm the best drawer."

Shisui chuckled. "You're right, Sas, how could I doubt your abilities?" Ruffling the child's hair, he grabbed a couple packs of streamers and headed back to the entryway. The cake had about twenty more minutes before he needed to check it, which was plenty of time to start draping the flimsy paper from the ceiling.

The time passed quickly. They worked in relative silence, punctuated only by Sasuke’s humming or various sound effects as he carefully added to his drawing. Shisui made quick work of the streamers, crisscrossing them and adding a gentle spiral to some strands. He had moved on to the banner, which he wanted to hang over the entrance to the kitchen. If he’d had more time to prepare, he might have made one, but instead he had opted to just purchase a generic string of letters spelling out “happy birthday”. Unfortunately, the serif letters had tangled themselves, and he struggled to get them free enough to hang.

He was so frustrated with getting it untangled that he didn’t notice the man climbing through the window.

Itachi was not as exhausted as usual, given that everyone on this weekend’s mission squad knew his birthday was today and had given him the fewest shifts on watch, allowing him to rest as much as one could on an ANBU mission. They had all worked hard to get him back as early as possible today. Originally, they were slated for arrival in Konoha around noon, but instead, they had made it back at daybreak and he was now back in his home at ten in the morning. He quickly changed into comfortable clothes, secured his weapons, and made sure everything in his bedroom was organized. Opening the door, he was hit with vanilla.

He crept silently through the house, wondering if Sasuke was here or if he had gone over to Shisui’s or another friend’s while everyone was on missions. The house smelled strongly of vanilla, and he heard talking in the kitchen. Slowly, he rounded the corner, staking things out.

“I think it’s backwards, Shisui,” Sasuke was explaining, scribbling with green crayon at the table. Shisui was standing on a dining chair, fighting with cardboard letters on a string. Itachi took a moment to observe the streamers everywhere, and the unopened packs of balloons on the counter. After a moment, he realized the letters spelled out “happy birthday.” He stood, shocked, for a beat before a timer started to go off.

“Ah, that’s the oven,” Shisui muttered, trying to work out how to get down without losing all his progress on the banner.

Itachi felt the corners of his mouth drag upwards slightly. “I’ll get it,” he offered, crossing to the drawer with the oven mitts.

Shishui swore, almost falling from the chair at the surprise. Sasuke jumped up and ran over to Itachi, wrapping his arms most of the way around his brother’s legs. “’Tachi! ‘Tachi’s home!”

He chuckled, having Sasuke back up before he opened the oven and removed the cake inside. Poking at the top, he was satisfied with the bounce and knew it was ready to cool. He turned the oven off and scooped his little brother up, relishing his tiny giggles as he swung him onto his shoulders.

“Let’s go help Shisui with the banner, okay, Sasuke?”

“Yeah! Charge, ‘Tachi!”

Shisui chuckled, watching the man who was fresh off what had probably been a grueling and dangerous mission duck down slightly and lead with his head, walking quickly to charge the child at him. He straightened up, Sasuke now at a height where he could fully untangle the letters and help hold it in place. “Surprise,” he said, catching Itachi’s eye.

He smiled, feeling warmth spread through his torso. “Thank you,” he genuinely replied. The two teens smiled at each other then looked away, trying to focus on anything else.

Together, they got the banner hung and iced the cake, Sasuke shaking an array of sprinkles onto its surface. Shisui insisted they place a takeout order of Itachi’s choosing rather than having him cook when he’d just gotten back. When it arrived at the door, they cleared off the kitchen table to eat.

“Wait!” Sasuke cried out when they started shuffling the papers on the table. He darted forward and selected two sheets out of the mix, roughly gathering the rest into a stack. He his the two drawings behind his back until the table was clear, at which point he made Itachi sit down for his presentation.

“First, I made a dinosaur.” He triumphantly revealed a red sheet where a green dinosaur had been lovingly, though not technically, rendered. It was breathing fire “just like you” as Sasuke explained. Itachi and Shisui were proud and agreed to place it on the fridge.

Next, he held out a much more detailed drawing. Itachi observed the three figures, all varying heights, and hands all held through arms of terrifying lengths.

“It’s us!” Sasuke shouted. “I put you in the middle, ‘Tachi, and then that’s me, and that’s Shisui, and over there is Granny Cat, and I put a crow over here, and— what’s wrong, ‘Tachi? Did I draw it wrong?” He crawled up into Itachi’s lap while Shisui turned to examine him, forehead knotting in confusion and concern.

Tears had welled up in the jonin’s eyes and began to stream down. He smiled, firmly wiping the wetness away. “You did great, Sasuke,” he choked out in a whisper, then cleared his throat. “It’s perfect. I’m going to hang it on my bedroom wall, okay?” he spoke clearly.

The child grinned. “’Course it’s okay, silly!” He climbed back down and into his own seat. “Now cake!” he demanded.

Itachi and Shisui made eye contact again, relaxing into the domesticity of the situation. Shisui moved first, grabbing the large brown paper bag off the counter and moving it to the center of the table.

“Lunch first, Sasuke,” he chided lightly. “Itachi, grab some plates?”

When lunch was finished, Shisui spent a moment in the kitchen arranging candles on the rainbow mess Sasuke had endearingly created. He knew it would taste good no matter what, though maybe it would taste better knowing the care that had gone into it. He lit the candles quickly and brought the whole thing out to the table.

He and Sasuke sang at approximately the same skill level, to Itachi’s great pleasure. “Make a wish!” Sasuke cheered when they finished.

Itachi took a second, closed his eyes, then opened them, leaned in, and blew the candles out swiftly. Sasuke and Shisui cheered, the latter already starting to pull candles back out of the cake so it could be served.

“’Tachi, what did you wish for?” the younger brother asked demandingly.

Itachi leaned back and smiled, sneaking a gaze at Shisui, who was searching for something to cut the cake with. Then he looked back at the child and poked his forehead with two fingers.

“I wished that next year, my birthday is just as good as this one is.”

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