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maireyart · 9 months

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Sakumo and Obito's Parents* Live AU (7 artworks + drabble)

Team Minato Week Day 3: Any AU. It's not one of the suggested ones, but something I've been thinking about too much :3 @teamminatoweek

Kakashi and Obito prevent the terrible thing (they've noticed something has been really wrong with Sakumo). Sakumo, having seen Kakashi's horrified face, gets horrified himself at what he was about to do — not to himself — but to his son, and feels remorse about having almost abandoned his son.

2. After the Kannabi mission, Minato writes one of the most difficult reports in his career. He has to face the parents: Obito's dad and Sakumo. Imagine the moment team Minato returns to the village, but without Obito. Obito's parents, as well as Sakumo, meet them and realize that their son has not returned. Kakashi looks them in the eye and stretches a trembling hand with the goggles in it; they take them, shocked, and feel the sudden dark urge to throw them into something. Or at somebody. The panic. They feel like they're on the edge of a precipice, but a tiny hope that Obito might still be alive — just... lost... just... still breathing — is still there. But then it gets crushed by a detailed report from the team. The eye. Obito's eye. Their son's eye is looking at them from Kakashi's eyesocket, and they don't know what to think. Sakumo doesn't, either. They aren't allowed to look for the body immediately because of secret military operations still going on in the area. They grieve and wait. Soon they get the permission to start their search; grimly, they crush a rock after a rock to get to the bottom, and find… the blood… ninja weapons… pieces of his clothing... Obito's headband… But! NO BODY. And again Obito's parents feel shattered. Did the enemy ninja steal his body? Plucked out the remaining eye? Dissected him? What did they do to the corpse of their poor boy? Obito's parents are too late! Too late… And more weeks of grief and pain ensue. Until Kakashi starts seeing something with his eye. Some cave… After it’s happened a few times, he tells Rin, and she persuades him to talk to Obito's parents.

3. Thanks to Rin, Kakashi approaches Obito's mom and asks her a few questions about the Sharingan. He has to retell her everything again, but in more detail. Kakashi says that he's been seeing something from time to time, but doesn't know what it is... Obito's mom is puzzled, but suddenly a new tiny flicker of hope springs up in the darkness they've been living in for the past few months.

4. Eventually, Obito's parents, Sakumo, and Kakashi find Obito in barely-alive Madara's lair. Black Zetsu escapes, but there is somebody who can capture him and seal him off: Kushina.

5. Kushina loves her secret mission.

6. Jounin Obito, with his parents. Way later :3 *** And if you've read till this point, I have a little drabble for you for dessert about kid Obito getting to know Sakumo. Big thank you to @professor-of-naruto for fixing my mistakes & all the amazing support!!! 💕 💕 💕

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On warm days like this, Obito loved wandering around in the village and enjoying the lulling buzz of life. Quite often, these walks resulted in curious encounters and even adventures, and today seemed to be the case too. On the hill near the edge of Konoha park sat a man, staring somewhat sadly at the erratic mess of Konoha rooftops and low afternoon clouds, speckled with gold and pink. It was a man Obito had seen from a distance multiple times, but had never had the guts to approach.

Hatake Sakumo had somehow always looked both rugged and elven at the same time. He was tall and wiry, face sun-tanned, vigor emanating from his broad shoulders and spiky silver ponytail, but his eyes were jaded and thoughtful – too many shadows hiding there. There was a certain sternness about the lines on either side of his mouth, but the most gentle and peaceful smile Obito had ever seen offset the rough look of his face. And now, this very smile and a small nod of acknowledgement worked like a magnetic pull on the boy. Enchanted, he came up to the man and sat down nearby.

Kakashi’s father returned to silent contemplation, and Obito bent his eyes to the ground. That man wasn’t a talkative one, pretty much like his son, but did Obito want to know more about him! Sakumo was probably the only person in the whole world who could elicit a huge, brilliant smile from Kakashi. Not that Obito had actually seen that smile (damn mask!), only the crinkled eyes, but more than once, he’d heard their jolly voices and laughter when the pair of them were chatting about the events of the day.

“Hatake-san, nice to meet you. I’m Uchiha Obito,” he began formally, heart pounding in his chest.

Having pulled himself out of his thoughts, Sakumo cocked his head and gave him another serene and endearing smile. “Obito-kun, huh? You’re Kakashi’s friend, right? I’ve seen you playing together.”

“Um... More like a classmate, I guess?” A classmate who wanted to be his friend. Deep down. Probably.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from my son.”

“You have?” Obito’s eyes grew wide, radiating shock and wonder. Of all the things Kakashi and Sakumo could be discussing... Him? Oh, wait. Kakashi had probably been describing to his dad all those stupid situations that involved Obito, or something... They could be funny. In hindsight. Mortified, he hung his head, digging his fingers into the soft grass. So he knows... knows I’m a disaster... knows that I’m nothing like Kakashi…

“He often grumbles about a certain obstinate Uchiha boy who won’t ever leave him in peace. But I can also see how excited he is, looking forward to the fun that every day with you brings.” Suddenly Sakumo laughed, voice deep and resonant. “But around you my little hedgehog is a little standoffish, isn’t he?” (Obito’s ears perked up: A diminutive? For Kakashi? Outlandish). “I can be your friend instead.”

“Is it... Is it okay?” Obito mumbled, still feeling awkward.

“Of course.”

“Hatake-san… Why is Kakashi such a ‘hedgehog’?”

“Sometimes people treat trivial things seriously, and brush serious things off...” he said distantly. “I wish he saw that someday...”

“What are the serious things?” Obito was puzzled. “Just so that I won’t brush them off.”

“I have a feeling you already know,” he said with a playful twinkle in his eyes and ruffled Obito’s hair. “Maybe one day you’ll teach Kakashi a thing or two. If I fail.”

“What do you mean if you fail?!” Obito almost choked. “He listens to no one but you, Hatake-san! And I – I feel like I’m just always getting in the way. He doesn’t care about whatever I say!”

“I don’t think so, Obito-kun.”

“How do you know?”

“If he doesn’t care, then why is he watching us right now and listening to our conversation?”

“What?” Obito looked around nervously. He might have spied on Kakashi… but the other way around? What?!

“Sorry, Kakashi, but you have to come out,” Sakumo called. “I know you’re there.”

And indeed, Kakashi jumped off one of the trees, looking grumpy. “I have to make it clear that I am not a hedgehog,” was all he managed in his red-eared embarrassment. ***

@cool-thymus and I have more Sakumo and the kids art content (Hedgehog Special) 🦔

And if you're STILL here, feast your eyes on the wacky spin-off of the grimdark Kannabi report art (@poetrywise, you absolutely killed me with the description xD):

DJ Minato's psychedelic tunes 😁 *Obito's parents are referenced from the sole photo Obito had on his board both in the manga and anime.

*Obidad's earring is @quintilli0n's headcanon that I genuinely love with all my heart 😁

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saradrak-blog · 1 month

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About the fanfic, I was originally gonna have Sakumo die like in the canon, but then... what if? It's Everybody Lives AU overall right? What do we think? We want him to live? 😆

#naruto #narutofandom #kakashi #kakashi hatake #sakumo hatake #everybody lives #au #nobody died #naruto fanfiction

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kankuroplease · 8 months

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Is komori in tsau?

She easily could have been; a happy little trio with dogs, a modest home, etc.-

but single dad Sakumo roughing it out after his loves (not necessarily Kōmori) untimely death and having to pay his delinquently styled but nice teen neighbor Minato to watch his son until he gets off work in a few hours. With Kakashi feeling like he owes his dad and Minato a lot for the man he’s become won out in my head.

#ask #tattoo shop au #tw death mention #Sakumo and Kōmori can live out a happy life together in an everybody lives au #maybe make Kakashi a sibling or two #definitely get a few dogs #have Kōmori tease him about remembering when she needed glasses too as they age together #kpz tsau 🖋️

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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The White Fang

Hello, it is day 3. Hope you liked your smut yesterday because I'm bringing you some whole some family time (and a liiiiiiiiiittle angst.)

Hatake Kakashi & Hatake Sakumo

Rated T, blood.

2941 words.

Ao3 link [x]

for @kakashiweek 2022 Day 3: Broken Fang & Comfort Object.

For the longest time Kakashi assumed his father’s nickname came from his white hair. “The White Fang”, they called him on the streets and sometimes in meetings that Kakashi attended ever since he was small. And while that assumption was not entirely incorrect, since part of the reason definitely was Sakumo's unique hairstyle and stature, it wasn’t exactly where the name had come from.

A few months before his father’s death, Sakumo took him on a hike through the forest. His father was very keen on showing his son the natural world, explaining to him how plants grew and trees formed and why animals sometimes killing and eating other animals was a good thing. It was part of an education the boy would not get once he was in the academy and Kakashi was bored most of the time, because he liked throwing shuriken and swinging tantous, not collecting mushrooms.

So that day they ventured out again, not without Kakashi pulling a pouting face when his father announced the plan for the day. Looking back Kakashi remembered how tired his father looked that particular day, something his five year old self had not noticed when it happened. The rings under his eyes had gone unnoticed, well he had been nothing but a child back then.

The sun was high up, it was the first really good day of spring, too early for the cherry trees to bloom, but warm enough that not using gloves was feasible. Kakashi, as always, was packed tightly behind his mask that he had today exchanged to a lighter fabric than the last few winter months. He followed his father through the thick of the woods, throwing a kunai up and down that he had taken in a fit of rebellion.

Soon Kakashi would start the academy, only a month out in fact. He was excited and had rambled all morning trying to get Sakumo to change the plans for the day. “I could try to work on my Earth Jutsu again instead, Dad,” he tried arguing. “I could practise shuriken accuracy!” But none of his whining had helped. His father had still decided they’d go into the forest.

For a long while they just marched, deeper and deeper into the dark of the forest. Kakashi watched the back of his father’s head as they went along, the ponytail swaying back and forth and back and forth just like that. He wondered if he could slice it off perfectly if he had a shuriken, and if his father would be mad about it, but then again last time he had accidentally cut Sakumo’s hair the man had just laughed in delight.

Generally, Kakashi and his father got along very well and Kakashi admired him a lot. He loved that Sakumo was apparently such a known shinobi that people whispered about him on the streets as if he was some kind of celebrity. He was proud to be the son of such a talented person, that he himself was also hailed a prodigy. Their small family was good together, even without a mom, as long as Kakashi wasn’t dragged into the muddy forest against his will.

Then, suddenly, Sakumo stopped and Kakashi almost ran into his leg. “Kakashi,” he said softly and pulled his son in. “Can you see that?” Kakashi followed his finger to more mud. He could not see what Sakumo was referring to.

“No,” Kakashi replied and rolled his eyes. Surely this was going to turn out to be a lame mushroom or leaf or some mud thing his dogs would like digging around in.

His father pulled him even closer and guided his head upwards: “There is a mark here, you see? Claws.” Then back down: “And here, a footprint, rather large if you ask me.”

Kakashi could see it now too, the slashing marks on the outside of the tree. Whatever had left them must have very destructive claws, ripping off parts of the tree’s bark. The footprint was very large too, fitting the claw marks perfectly.

“Wow”, Kakashi said genuinely impressed and then asked: “What is it?”

Sakumo looked a little closer, eyebrows furrowed as if something was worrying him, but then he turned to his son and smiled: “I have a suspicion, but why don’t we find out together?”

They walked on, much slower than before. Kakashi kept close to his father, holding on to the fabric of his pants while keeping his eyes firmly on the ground. There were more footprints to follow, large paws in the mud, so tracking the animal, whatever it was, was not that hard.

“See if you track an animal”, Sakumo said in front of him, “You have to be careful not to destroy anything that can show you their path. So pay attention that you don’t step into the pawprints.”

Kakashi weighs his head: “Could I not just use the dogs to follow it?”

Sakumo chuckled a little. “I suppose you could. It is not an option that I have personally and I can only teach you things I know.” Right, sometimes Kakashi forgot that his father did not have a summoning contract with the pack of dogs he had, that he had gotten it from his mother instead.

He decided therefore to indulge his father in this little tracking lesson. At least this was better than having to collect moss again to see which way was north without a compass. In the end they might be able to find and hunt a large animal and that was exciting for Kakashi.

The pawprints started becoming more frequent, having before been quite ways apart which once again made light of the sheer size of the animal. Now they came right after each other, one by one by one, as if there was more than one, and as if they had gone in circles around each other.

Five minutes passed before his father stopped moving again. “Blood, can you see it?” Kakashi could see it this time, all over the leaves and low hanging branches. There were scratches from claws again too.

“There was a fight”, Kakashi connected correctly. “And it is injured now.” Sakumo said nothing, instead he placed his hand on Kakashi’s shoulder and squeezed it lightly, which he always did when he was too proud of his son’s intelligence to accurately describe it with words. His hand lingered there for a bit and he let out a long sigh. Back then, Kakashi didn’t understand why.

Finally, he lifted his hand up. “Another thing you can track is blood stains.” His father pointed at some of them further away. “If it is injured and you are hunting, it gives you a great advantage. You can follow it slowly down the path and just wait for it to be too exhausted to go on.”

Kakashi’s eyes narrowed as if he could see the creature through the trees like this. Sakumo continued: “But if you are trying to find it to save it, you have to disregard what I have said before and throw caution into the wind to gain speed. Just follow the blood in a hurry.”

“Why would I want to save this wild animal?” Kakashi asked. “Wouldn’t it be better if I would just kill it so it won’t kill me in the future?”

Sakumo looked at him: “Sometimes a little kindness goes a long way, you know. Saving a life might be helpful to you in the future.”

“But wouldn’t it be more kind to just put the animal out of his misery? If it is injured and of no use to itself or others, wouldn’t death be a relief?” Kakashi shrugged his shoulders.

His father’s eyes darkened as if something had left them. Kakashi turned away.

There was a moment of silence in which only the trees could be heard moving overhead. Kakashi waited for his father to say something and when he didn’t he turned back to see his father still standing in place. “Dad?” he asked carefully and finally Sakumo blinked.

“Oh, sorry, I was in thoughts.” He shook his head. “We should keep following these stains and see what comes out on the other side.”

Sakumo turned and walked on, now only focusing on the splatters of blood in front of him, less on the footprints below. Kakashi followed, confused by what had happened.

“Are you sure now what it is?” the boy asked. He imagined it to be large, like a bear, or a tiger, or a very large lion. Certainly a cat, he thought, because cats were fighting all the time. Screaming and scratching each other like to harpys. Dogs never did that. That was why Kakashi prefered dogs.

His father didn’t seem willing to share his thoughts. “I have my theories”, he said vaguely.

Soon the blood stains became clearer and it was obvious that whatever animal it was was losing a lot of it very quickly. Sakumo’s steps were speeding up and Kakashi, with his short legs, needed to almost run to keep up. Whatever was happening was troubling his father greatly and he clearly wanted to catch up.

It was Kakashi who saw the creature first. He looked to the side to avoid a branch hitting his left eye and half blinding him and saw the grey-white fur shimmering in the low light of the sun that fell through the trees. It was large, larger than anything Kakashi had ever seen in his life and it was curled up in a pile. It was shaking too, Kakashi noticed, probably from the pain and blood loss.

He pulled at his fathers leg: “Look!”

Sakumo stopped instantly and his eyes darted over to the animal. “Well spotted, Kakashi”, he praised and Kakashi felt proud that he was helping. His father took the moment to ruffle his hair again, but then he hurried towards the creature.

Kakashi followed, a little slower, since the tree at this point was very overgrown and unaccessible. He watched his father crouch down before the animal and finally noticed what it was. The furr was not catlike smooth, it was wild, hanging in long strands by all sides. It had round ears and a long nose and a tail too. It reminded Kakashi of a dog as soon as he saw it clearly. Not a lion or a tiger or another cat-like animal. It was a wolf. A grey, large, wolf.

“Dad”, Kakashi said as he arrived next to his father, “Did you know it was a wolf?”

“I did suspect it from the paw print and the claws, yes.”

There was a large gap in the wolf’s stomach, blood flowing steadily out of it into the grass. Kakashi frowned and was glad that the mask on his nose prevented him from taking in the smell around him. The animal would not survive if it wasn’t healed quickly, he thought.

The wolf was alternating between wincing in pain and growling in anger. It scared the boy and he felt for the kunai he’d been carrying all day. “It will eat us, dad”, he said a little whinier than he usually talked and pulled on his father’s arm. “Let us just kill it and move on dad, before it harms us.”

His father did not move. “Don’t worry, Kakashi”, he said instead and reached into the top pocket of his sweater. The animal growled at each movement, bearing its teeth and both of the humans in front of it. Kakashi took a step back. He really didn’t want to be mauled to death by a wolf here, he would be ready to fight. The kunai was cold in his pocket, ready to be used.

Then, his father pulled out what he had been looking for, which was not, as Kakashi had hoped, a knife or similar, but a chain with a charm on it. At least Kakashi had always believed it to be a charm. As long as he had known his father had been wearing it around his neck or carried it in his clothes. A long, twisted piece of yarn with a white tooth on it.

“Look”, Sakumo said softly and lifted the thing up in front of the wolf’s eyes, “I am not here to hurt you. See, I carry this with me.”

The wolf focused his eyes on the tooth and stilled a little, finally stopping his growling for good. Kakashi was staring too and even though he had seen this item a million times before the connection hadn’t clicked until right this moment.

“The White Fang”, he whispered and it sounded almost like a gasp.

Now that the wolf had calmed down, Sakumo could move forward and examine his wound. He did so carefully, touching softly to determine how bad it really was. He answered his son’s question before Kakashi had to ask it: “Once, when I was younger, I decided to save an old grey wolf dame. I was with a team at the time, only about fifteen when I found her. She growled at me much like this young wolf, but I calmed her enough for her to let me proceed. I helped her to the best of my abilities, but this tooth fell out anyway. When I was done she pushed it towards me as if it was mine to keep.”

Kakashi had a hard time imagining his father any younger than he was currently, but he nodded along, now no longer afraid to come closer again.

“I took it and decided to always carry it with me as a good luck charm. Not even a year later I found another wolf, not far from where we are here. It didn’t let me get close until it could see the tooth fall out from my clothes. I realised that I had been marked as a friend of these animals and that I could make them trust me, if I showed them that I had protected one of them before. The teammates that saw this happen started calling me “The White Fang.” Rather silly nickname, but it stuck as you know.” Sakumo smiled at his son. “A little kindness can go a long way, as I’ve said.”

He didn’t know what to say in reply. Stunned, he watched his fathers hands hover over the wounded wolf, infusing chakra slowly, weaving through it to find every part of it that needed healing and then stitching it together without yarn or needle. Kakashi had always felt like learning healing techniques was a waste of time, that taking out an opponent fast was easy enough to avoid any healing being necessary, but watching his father now, hands carefully moving slowly while the wolf slowly seemed to regain his strength, it made him wonder if he should learn it too, at least a little.

Before he could understand right what had happened, the wound was sealed shut without a trace of it ever having been there had it not been for the blood in the wolf’s fur and to its feet. Sakumo lifted his hand to softly touch the animal’s ears. “Dogs are descended from wolves, you know”, he said and smiled at his son. “Don’t you think he looks a little like Pakkun when you scratch him?”

Kakashi nodded, his mouth slightly open in amazement. Yes, Pakkun was making the exact same face when Kakashi touched him at exactly that spot between the ears, like it was the most pleasant feeling to ever experience.

The wolf let out a quiet howl, more like a whine, as if he was trying to thank Sakumo for his help. “I’m glad you are doing better now,” Sakumo whispered as if he was directly talking into the wolf’s ear. “Try not to fight so heavily next time.” Then he got up.

“Time to go, Kakashi, I think we have done enough for today,” he turned to his son and offered him a hand. “You probably must be bored out of your mind by now, right?”

“No!” Kakashi replied instantly, “That was awesome, Dad!” He grabbed with his hands at his father’s pants again and was instantly lifted up as he always was after this motion. “I did not think you could tame animals like that!” His father had always been his hero, but today he’d absolutely turned into a superhero.

Sakumo laughed as if he was a little embarrassed and scratched his neck. “Well, as long as you remember that you should be kind to them, I think taming them is not the hardest.” He held Kakashi tight and jumped up into the tree tops to make their way back to Konoha faster than their way out.

Kakashi looked down to watch the wolf as they disappeared, see his black pearls of eyes follow them up into the trees and disappear. He lifted his hand to touch the white fang that was now swinging freely in the wind around his father’s neck.

“You can have it,” Sakumo said suddenly. Kakashi looked up: “You don’t want it anymore?”

His father stopped for a second so he could let Kakashi down on a thick tree branch. He took the fang off and put it around his son’s shoulders. “It was my good luck charm, but I don’t think I’ll need it anymore.” There was something weird about his smile that Kakashi only picked up much later. “I hope it will protect you as it protected me.”

With this being said he picked Kakashi up again and made their way back. The boy held the fang tight between his fingers all the way until bedtime.

#hatake kakashi #hatake sakumo #kakashiweek2022 #kakashi week 2022 #fanfiction things #this is queued i dont know where i will be when this goes live #au: ikigai

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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Trick or treat with the hatake family ( Sakumo,Yua and Kakashi)?

Everything was perfect.

Sakumo looked wonderful in his costume, she looked brilliant, and Kakashi-

Alright, perhaps not everything was perfect.

"Come on, pup," Sakumo dangled the scarecrow's hat out in front of his son. "You told me you wanted to be a scarecrow this year."

"Ya, until you two decided to jump in on my costume idea," Yua couldn't help but giggle when her thirteen-year-old son turned his back to his father. "Now it's just lame."

"It's not that lame," she defended her husband, smiling when Kakashi glared her way. "I think I look good."

"You always look good, mom," he rolled his eyes. "It's dad I don't want to be seen with."

"Ouch," Sakumo cringed. "I'm not that uncool, am I?"

"You're the most uncool person in all of Konoha." she couldn't tell if she was supposed to step up and ease her husband's broken ego or laugh at her son's terrible words. It was always difficult for her to know whose side she was supposed to take.

Especially when her son was telling the truth. His father was uncool.

The lamest man she had ever met in her life

That was exactly why she had fallen in love with him. There wasn't a single person in the world who was like Hatake Sakumo, and she wasn't about to give up such a rare specimen of a man.

Stepping forward, she snatched the hat out of her husband's hand and placed it over Kakashi's head. "Come on," she smiled down at her son. "Halloween is the one day of the year that you're supposed to be proud of having such a lame dad."

"Yua, ouch." Sakumo protested, though when she glanced back at him he was smiling that stupid, goofy smile of his. Clearly, her words hadn't hurt as much as he wanted her to believe.

"It could be worse," she smiled. "He could be calling you dumb."

Sakumo sighed. "Why are you so mean but so right?"

"The downfalls of marrying someone as smart as you," she grinned.

"You're teaching our son to be mean."

"Well," turning her attention to her son, she watched as he peered up at her past the brim of his hat, making the picture-perfect scarecrow. "Maybe he'll be lucky enough to find someone who likes a mean spouse."

Kakashi scrunched his face up in disgust. "And be lovey like you two? no thanks."

#Hatake Kakashi #Hatake Sakumo #Hatake Yua #Hatake Family #Everyone lives AU #Trick or Treat #a Day late but oh well #Yua/Sakumo

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plinkcat-gif · 2 years

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ok look i know i talk a lot about obito and Big Emotions and stuff but i actually think kakashi’s love runs the deepest of the three. like they all love each other of course, and their love is different and shows in different ways, but for kakashi it’s like. immobilizing. so intense that if he lost them, life would probably really truly lose all meaning. i think rin could pick herself up and move on if it came down to it, and find new meaning. i think with a support group (which he would absolutely find if he cut all contact with madara post-kannabi FHSJJDDH), obito could probably do the same (if with much, much grief). but i just don’t think kakashi would know how to cope with it because everything reminds him of them and stuff

#this clashes deeply w my kkg brain but just pretend it doesn’t m #specifically talking about aus where sakumo doesn’t live #if sakumo lived i think kakashi would be able to find support in him and gai <33 #but i don’t think he’d ever pursue another relationship after that #drafts #mutual reminded me to post this DJSKSJDH #also yes i’m aware obito started a war over things related to his close people but listen #kakashi would’ve done the same in half the time if given the opportunity

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back-to-rose · 7 months

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Teenage trouble @ the HATAKE ESTATE

Parenting isn't always easy, you know. Especially not when your baby is an emotionally troubled genius fighting a war not his to fight.

AU where Sakumo lives but Kannabi still happens. More to come!

Part II

#Sakumo hatake #kakashi hatake #hatake kakashi #hatake sakumo #naruto #naruto art #READY SET FIGHT #It's not a fair fight. Sakumo is like this absolute bastion of strenght and calmness and just what his kid needs #Sakumo is the GOAT #who is baby!Kakashi kidding hmm?#kakashi #sketching #my art

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detectivestucks · 3 months

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Brat Taming

18+ Content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Modern AU Kakashi is your arrogant and creepy step brother. One night while your parents are out of town you come home from a night of partying only to find Kakashi in your room, ready to make you pay for all your cheeky comments

Warnings: NSFW, NONCON, Stepcest, Toxic Kakashi, brat taming, oral, fingering, unprotected penetration, choking, anal play, facial, hair pulling, harsh spanking, under age drinking.

Word Count: 4.6k

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When your mom married Sakumo three years ago you thought your Clueless fantasy was about to come true. Your new step brother, Kakashi, was stupid hot. He was blessed with a gorgeous angular face, deep brown eyes, thick silky silver hair and a mouthwatering scar over his left eye. He loved to walk around the house either in fitted muscle tanks or shirtless with only loose gray sweats, showing off his chiseled frame. On top of that he had big masculine hands with perfectly manicured fingers that you would daydream about grazing your most sensitive areas. He was going to be your Josh and you were Cher waiting for him to fall madly in love with you.

Only it turned out he was a complete and total ass.

Soon after your parents got together he had been accepted to Harvard and loved to lord over everyone what a genius he is. You quickly grew a distaste for the prick and got cheeky whenever he felt the need to remind you of his superiority.

Currently you are a freshman in college starting your second semester at UMass. You chose to live at home to keep your mom company since you didn’t like the idea of living in a tiny dorm room with some random roommate you didn’t know. Kakashi on the other hand, just got kicked out of the dorms last semester and was finishing his Junior year at home with you and your parents.

It turns out you were not the only person he liked to mouth off to. He got into several arguments with many of his dorm mates and the RA. Eventually he was banned from on-campus housing and now you were left to suffer through daily interactions with the world's most annoying step brother.

Always his insufferable self, recently Kakashi has been extra creepy. He seems to have forgotten what a shirt is and rarely had one on his back. Sometimes you thought you caught him palming himself out of the corner of your eye and you would catch him staring at you when you get ready to go out with your friends. Most annoyingly, sometimes he’d hang out in your bedroom when you were trying to get ready for bed.

“Can I help you?”

“Just making sure you’re not so brain dead that you forgot how to put on pants. I know it can be hard for some people.”

“Oh is that so? Cause I was just making sure you didn't forget how to shut your mouth. I know it can be hard for some people.”

“Careful, now. You should really mind who you’re speaking to that way.”

“Sorry, I don’t take kindly to creeps who think I’m too stupid to put on pants. Is that why they kicked you out? Cause you were trying to show girls how to put on their pants?”

Kakashi furiously charged up to you and got right in your face. You were scared but you weren’t gonna show him that. Instead you glare at him.

“Watch it kid or you’ll find yourself in a world of trouble.”

“Threats don’t work with me big bro. Try again some other time.”

Angry, he left the room. Closing his door with a snap.

It had been like this for weeks. His unwelcome presence always looming around. You hated the way he looked at you. It was like he was hunting for a reason to tear you down. Whether it was your degree, your ‘public university’ education, or your slutty outfit choices. The guy needed a life. Most of the time you’d quip back but sometimes you just didn’t have the energy and instead roll your eyes. Tonight was one of those nights. Sakumo and your mom were out of town on a romantic getaway so you were going out while Kakashi tried to lord over you as the ‘man of the house.’

“Ah you going to see your boy toy? You know you’re never going to get a respectable man dressed like that.”

“I’m not going to see any boy toy, I’m going out with my friends.”

You see him give a smug smirk at your answer

“Besides, it’s not up to you if I’m looking for a respectable man or not. Maybe I’m not looking for one at all.”

“So just looking to be a little whore. I see how it is.”

You glare at him before rolling your eyes.

“I’m out. See you later, loser.”

You catch Kakashi’s face paint in fury as you leave. He hated how you constantly try to undermine him. He hated that you were such a brat. And he truly hated how no one ever put you in your place.

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You loudly came home at 2am from partying with your friends. You were a little inebriated and stumbled to the kitchen to get water before heading upstairs to bed. You make your way up the stairs, tripping over your high heels. You get to your bedroom and when you turn on the light you see Kakashi already laying in your bed.

“Seriously, what’s your problem?”

“I have no problem. I’m not the one getting home at 2 am after a night of underage drinking.”

You were hit with a wave of sobriety at his words. If he told your mom, you’d be screwed. Seeing your expression, he knew he had you cornered. Kakashi stands up and walks past you as if he’s leaving the room, putting himself between you and the door before changing his mind and closing it.

“Remember when I said you should watch it?”

He turns to you, taking a step forward. You begin to stumble backwards towards the bed.

“You’re such a filthy brat” he spits.

You continue to stumble backwards, your heels slipping off your feet.

“And there's nothing I love more than putting a brat in her place.”

Your eyes widen in fear as you see a dark smile stretch across his face. Calves hitting the bed, you fall down to the floor and Kakashi weaves his strong hands into your hair, pulling it back so you’re forced to stare up at him. Your mind hazy, you begin to realize exactly how he imagines putting you in your place and it causes you to tremble.

He tugs down his sweatpants and pulls out his length. Its weight slaps you in the face with a heavy thud. You flinch in his grasp but his fingers tighten in your locks as he begins beating you with his manhood.

“Drunk little girls like you don’t deserve to brush their teeth with a toothbrush. They only get to brush their teeth with cock. Now open that brat mouth for me.”

“No!”

Kakashi spits on your face. “I said open”

In your outrage you open your mouth about to hurl an insult at him when he shoved himself between your lips and pushed your head all the way down to his stomach. You were gagging and retching around him. You pushed against his thighs with all your might but your pathetic drunken arms were no match for his robust muscular physique.

“That’s it. Choke on my cock you twerp.”

He groaned as he feels you constrict around his tip in an attempt to swallow air. Your eyes were tearing up from oxygen deprivation and your entire body was rigid in your struggle. He roughly pulls you up and down on him, pummeling your throat with a manhood much too large for your mouth. You feel your jaw lock as you open wide, tears falling freely from your eyes.

He pulls you off of him and slaps your drool and tear drenched face.

“Look at you. Just a little slut swallowing me so good. It seems college has at least taught you how to swallow dick so I guess your tuition has been put to good use.”

Your chest is heaving as you gulp down fresh air, seeing two of him with inebriated eyes while the pain of your hair being pulled registers in your hazy mind.

“Again.”

He plummets into your mouth once more, fucking your face while you choke. Drool dribbling past your lips and down the front of your dress. He threatens you,

“Don’t even think about running to mommy. I’ll tell her all about how drunk you were and how you came onto me and you’ll be grounded and not allowed to see your little friends for the rest of the semester. Got it?”

He shakes your head with the hand grasping your hair. You whine ‘yes’ with a full mouth as you cry out from the pain. He retreats from your throat and you cough while he shoves you face down on your bed. He bends you over its edge, ass facing him. You desperately bring your hands to the back of your head, trying to pull off the hand tangled in your hair. He pushes you down into the mattress with force majeure and you sob from your dishonorable predicament.

“Resisting is futile little sis. This is what happens to brats who don’t know their place.”

He pulls up the skirt of your mini dress and yanks down your strappy thong.

“Who are you wearing this slutty underwear for, huh? I thought you weren’t going to meet up with any boys” you hear a hum of amusement from his chest. “Did you wear this for me?”

“Fuck off” you choke.

“Ah, you see? You shouldn’t have said that.” He spreads your legs and brings his hand up to forcefully slap your sex. You yelp and flinch.

“This is the very attitude I was talking about sis.” He slaps you again, this time harder.

“Someone’s gotta beat this out of you.” He slaps you again, this time with significant strength.

Kakashi catches some arousal dripping out of you when he removes his hand from your folds. He lets out a chuckle. “Seems like you’re enjoying this.”

His words burn you with embarrassment and reignite your struggles till he plunges his fingers inside of your gummy cunt. You gasp at his uninvited intrusion. He feels around, stroking in and out, coating his knuckles in your secretions. As he toys with you he hits your sweet spot and an involuntary groan spills past your lips.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

You shake your head ‘no’ but when he does it again you moan once more, walls tightening around his fingers. He pulls out of you and spanks your cheek causing you to cry.

“You’re not supposed to enjoy it brat.” he snarls before sinking his fingers into you again.

He maliciously milks your sweet spot, driving you to a crazed state. You struggle to refrain from moaning but if you fail and a cry slips past your lips be brings a heavy palm down on your rear with so much force that the red handprints quickly turn purple. He repeats the torturous process till you are thrashing in his grasp and he has to pull you up by your hair to pin you down on the bed with his body weight on top of you to stop your struggle.

Kneeling on either side of your arms, weight on your chest, he can see the mascara run down your cheeks. He swells with pride seeing you made messy by his hands. He shoves himself back into your mouth. You kick and try to push him off of you but he has no patience for your misbehavior. He reaches behind himself and gives you a slap between your legs.

Your resulting squeal vibrates along his shaft. A pleasured growl rumbles from his chest so he continues to reach around, beating against your cunt while he thrusts in and out of your mouth.

Your fingers begin to dig into him, scratching up his legs as you desperately try to get him off of you. He rips himself from your mouth and grabs you by your wrists.

“You wanna play rough, sis? I can give you rough.”

He gives you a shit eating grin as he leans all his weight on your restrained wrists and uses his knees to spread your legs. You feel the heat of his length rub against your folds as he gets his body into position. You quickly realize you’re losing the war and he’s going to get exactly wants. You squirm and wiggle your hips trying to stop him from sinking in. In his frustration he pulls down the top of your dress and slaps your tit. You feel the sting as your arm goes to his chest but he quickly recaptures your wrist.

“Stop moving” he warns

“Fuck you loser!”

“Gladly”

The most sickening smile splits his face as he sinks himself deep into you. A loud groan is pushed out of you as he shoves your organs out of the way with his fat cock.

“Wanna say that again?” he croons in your ear

You look up at him with doe eyes, not ready for how he is about to tear you apart and shake your head ‘no’

“That’s what I thought.”

He glides into you slow and deep, making sure you feel every vein as he violates you. He loves watching your eyes go wide every time he bottoms out, pausing to feel the full effect of him stuffing you. You whimper and groan stretched more than you thought possible, helplessly trapped. There was no running, no way out. You were alone and defenseless.

Nevertheless you struggle under his weight, trying to free your wrists. Annoyed by your incessant struggle he decides to bring them above your head and pin them together, freeing up his hand so he can grab your nipple, squeezing it between his index finger and thumb. You squirm as he applies pressure.

“Keep resisting and see what happens” Kakashi threatens as he pulls up with your bud trapped in his pinch. You draw breath through your teeth, the pain consuming your thoughts. Not even registering that he hasn’t stopped rutting into you the entire time.

“Gahh!”

“Understand?” You’re so focused on the pain in your nipple that all you do is whimper. “Answer me!” he barks with a twist of your nub

“Nggh! Fine!” Your eyes are screwed shut. You begin to open them when he releases your captive bud but you flinch when he slaps your tit again.

He grabs your face, smushing your cheeks together.

“See, I knew you could follow directions. That’s a smart girl”

You loathed him but you couldn’t help how your walls were restricting around him. His size massaged your sweet slit in such a gratifying way. Your body completely betrayed your mind. It seemed completely out of touch with the gravity of your situation. He left you breathless, your lungs forgetting how to breathe, as he pummeled into you.

Anger on your mind, you watched him as he watched you. You pan over his stinging brown eyes, his angular features, and the mole that sits just below his drool inducing lips. He was hot and you hate him all the more for it.

Disgust written on your mug as he studies you, anxiously waiting to watch you break. He picks up a little speed and you groan into it. You immediately regret the noise when you see a smug simper stretch on his face. You try to give him a glare but he hits you with a particularly sharp thrust and your face betrays you as your mouth falls open and your profile softens from pleasure.

“I knew you were just a weak little slut.”

“Shut up.”

He slaps your face. “Wanna try that again?”

You attempt another glare at him but he thrusts up into you in a way that hits a sweet spot and you mewl for him.

“Ah! Thank you, ah.”

His chuckle makes your stomach twist as you realize what you said.

“Ahh, she has manners.” condescension thick. You truly hate him.

He continues to thrust against the same spot making you pant under him. You cry pleasured screams from the sensation. He kept going, enjoying the view of you coming undone against your will.

The sounds of your submission were getting a touch too loud. Trusting that you would behave, he strips off his shirt to reveal his well defined muscular frame beneath. He balls up the hem and shoves it in your mouth before returning a hand to your wrists, obediently still crossed together, waiting to be restrained again.

You hated how good it felt. The recognition of him pleasuring you made you feel slimy on the inside, and desperate to get him off of you. He was your brother. Your arrogant asshole of a brother, yet he had you panting and crying beneath him. He was such a sick fuck.

He gains speed. Beginning to bang the headboard into the wall. The sound thundering through the quiet night. Good thing the parents weren’t home to hear you cause he was beginning to lose his composure. He had been so careful to conceal his hunger but it was evident in his eyes that he was wild with lust. You sing into your gag, eyes beginning to roll back into your head. His unrelenting pace, his careful aim, and his grunts combined into a euphoric melody that had you spasming around him, calling his name through the gag. Your body stiffened as the orgasm tore through you.

“That’s a good brat. See how good it is to behave?”

You dumbly nod your head as the aftershocks course through your system. He strokes slowly allowing you to fall limp before he barks at you again.

“Get on your knees” he says, lifting his weight off of your wrists. He helps you flip over on your stomach and his hands pull up your hips so they are aligned with his pelvis. You attempt to support your weight on your arms when he pushes your head back down, roughly shoving you into the mattress.

“Brats get fucked like whores. Lift your slut face off the sheets and there will be consequences..”

You cry out as you obey his command. He pushes in just the tip and you anxiously close around it before he pulls out again. You hate the way you whined from how empty you felt. He pushes in just a little deeper before retreating again, toying with you to prove his point. This time when he begins to line up his tip you rock your hips all the way back so he ‘s buried inside of you. You hadn’t anticipated how the angle would overstimulate you and you gasp about to pull away but his hands grab your hips and hold you steady. He begins to chuckle.

“Such a twerp, complaining about something you did to yourself.”

You loathe yourself for how you sought him out just now. He was assaulting you and you were practically begging him to fill you. It was all a game to him and your pathetic response was exhilarating.

He brings his hand down on your backside that was already bruised and purple from his earlier battery. You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, cries muffled by his shirt. He strikes you more. Every time you try to tuck your tail under to avoid the abuse he pushes down on your back. You were not running away from him. You were a mouse trapped in the maze.

He begins to ram into you, the plush tissue of your behind rippling violently as his hips collide into you on repeat. Your fingers spread and grip onto your duvet for dear life as he bullies himself deep into you.

You can’t handle the feeling. He’s too big! You lift yourself up trying to change the angle, trying to find relief, when his formidable hands sweep across your neck and choke you. He pulls you up just enough that your arms couldn’t reach the mattress and your entire body weight was supported by his grip on your neck. His hands sink into your trachea with every plummet into your slick cavern.

You claw at his hands on your neck, trying to get under his fingers to lift the pressure from your windpipe so you could breathe. Your attempts were futile. Eventually your hands grip his wrists, giving up on being allowed to breathe.

“I told you not to lift your face. Here I thought you were learning your lesson.”

Seeing the gag start to fall out of your mouth, he lifts one hand off your neck to stuff it deeper before returning it to your throat. You spasm around him, tears spilling from your eyes, back involuntarily bowing, allowing him to push against your diaphragm. He knocked the wind out of you without allowing you to catch your breath. His cruelty leaves you putty in his hands, pliable and bending to his will. Gushing around his girth, broken and winded.

“Now you’re starting to get the picture.”

Pleasured cries permeate through the fabric in your mouth. He doesn’t plan on letting up any time soon either. He’s enjoying the view too much. Your glutes shake with each thrust while they’re spread wide open. He hones in on your puckered rear when he remembers what he found when he was snooping in your room.

He pulls out of you and grabs you around the waist, pulling your back into his cut chest, possessively holding you so you can’t run away as he drags you across the bed where he can reach into your nightstand drawer. He pulls out your tiny black plug with a blue gem on the end. You look over and through your dazed state you realize what he grabbed and you start to protest.

“No, no, no, no” you say through the cloth.

He shoves you down pulling your hips up once more and shoving your face back into the bed so your cries cannot be heard. His spit falls onto your rear, pooling over your sphincter where he pushes down on the tapered tip of your plug. You begin to wail.

“What’s all the fuss for? This is your’s, is it not? I thought whores liked having their holes stuffed.”

You tried pulling away but his grip on your hips tightened and he slammed back into you enjoying the friction of where the plug encroached on the space in your tunnel.

You looked so beautiful with the blue gem protruding out of your dirty hole. He was definitely going to do this to you again. He was going to make you beg him for it once he was done putting you in your place.

The thought of you coming to his room, plug in place, to get another taste of his fat cock made him ravenous. He rails into you using every drop of athleticism he has. You start to scream and go dizzy. His heavy balls slap into the bundle of nerves swelling between your legs. Eventually they swing into you with so much voracity that you twitch with each stroke of his hips. Your face began to melt into the mattress from his pounding and you are certain he will break your neck from the force.

He flips you over, pushing your hips up so your knees are by your face, ass high in the air. He stands on the bed and sinks himself between your lips, thrusting down into you with all his might. Abdominals flexing with each thrust, passionate grunts bending you in half. The impossible positions shredding what was left of your once tight pussy.

“Take it little slut.”

He can see the helpless tears leak from your eyes as you feel every inch of him being swallowed up by your soiled cunt.

“Fuck Kakashi” you moan between labored breaths.

He smirks. He had you just where he wanted you. He only needed to push you over the edge. He reached down and begins whirling circles around your clit. You shriek and knock your knees together. But his silky chuckle cuts your mind like a knife. The fucker was laughing at you. You squirm but your current position was so compromising you couldn’t move. He plays with you rubbing more vigorously. You scream and holler under him unfamiliar with such intensity as this.

“Ple-Pl-ease” you dumbly whine.

“Please what, sis? You’ll need to speak up”

“M-may I c-cu-mm?”

He pounds into you without relenting. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that”

He was such an abhorrent ass but the heat in your lower belly was boiling over and you needed to release. You try to phish your voice from the back of your mind but it’s swimming and the way he drags along your ridges while swirling your sensitive bud has you desperate for him.

“Gah! Please l’me cum!”

The glint in his eyes sickened you but you didn’t have the strength to care as he readjusted his stroke to pound into the sweet spot he found earlier. Your entire body convulsed under him as you had the most intense orgasm of your life.

Kakashi, pleased with his successful session of taming you, feels his own gratification on its precipice.

He pulls out of your quaking cunt with a slap to your sensitive clit causing your hips to fall to the mattress with a cry. Your destroyed state was erotic. Helplessly shaking, sweat all over your body, dress bunched around your stomach, hair knotted and messy, ass still plugged and tears drenching your face. His fingers seek out your hair to hold you still while he paints your face white.

“That’s a good girl. Take your reward.”

You tremble in his arms. When his seed can no longer shoot from his tip and simply oozes from his slit Kakashi presses himself against your lips. You part them slightly to give it a kiss leaving him to shutter from sensitivity.

“Yes, very good”

He brushes your cheek with his thumb pad smearing his cum along your skin. You look up at him pathetically and he smiles down on you.

“There we go sweet sister. That’s much better.”

You make a little whine that he finds so precious.

“Go clean yourself up little one.” he pets your head before pulling on his sweatpants and tucking himself away. “I’m going to bed. Feel free to join me if you want.”

He grabs his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder before lacing both hands together behind his head as he walks away.

Your lip quivers as you entertain the idea, realizing you were hopelessly hooked.

Shakily you get up, pulling your dress off the rest of the way and walk naked to the bathroom. Kakashi glances over from his bed as he sees you through the crack in his bedroom door before exhaustion lulls him to sleep.

He wakes up a half hour later to your weak-willed body slipping into his bed completely naked. He opens his arms, letting you settle into his chest before he closes them around you. You exhale with a small sigh and in your mind you know you would be yearning for the next time the two of you are home alone so he could tie you up and brutally defile you again.

He plants a kiss on your forehead, mind flooded with gratification at finally breaking you down into such a needy state.

He reaches down between your cheeks to see you kept your plug in tact. He gives it a small tug and you look up at him with a whine. He nuzzled your nose and whispers to you in his silky smooth voice before gently pressing a kiss on your lips.

“Such a filthy brat”

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