#dad!kakashi

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[pxstelmxsings]

It is two am. Everything else is quiet, but for him and his precious daughter. The world falls asleep so they can share this rare moment. From sharing silly sounds, smiles, and her late night bottle. Come morning time he'll be called out on another mission. Will he return home by evening? No one truly knows.

It is five fifteen am. Her little hands reach to grip his shirt. His roughed and scared hands ever so carefully brush her tiny locks of hair from her eyes. He knows he should be rocking her back to sleep, but just a moment longer if bounding won't hurt.

It is two thirty am. He spots your sleep figure in the doorway to the nursery. By now, the daughter you blessed him with starting to fall asleep. He tiny eyes fighting the sleep away. Maybe she also knows how important these moments are.

It is two forty am. He finally settles her back in her cribe. Slowly, he backs into the hallway with you. The door closes halfway but not fully, never fully. The two of you share a warm smile before returning back to bed.

⋆˚࿔ Daryl, Rick, Nanami, Gojo, Logan, Arlo, Stein, Naruto, Kisame, Kakashi, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dazai, Roy, Lotor, Shiro

[maleypoo]

Legs crossed x manspreading couple 🤞

[crescentmoonrider]

@kkobweek Day 4 - Time travel / Body swap

When Obito decided to experiment with time-travel, he can definitely say he was not expecting to end up babysitting young versions of both himself and Kakashi motherfucking Hatake. And yet, here he was. (Granted, his expectations had been obliterated a while ago by the very existence of the White Fang's ghost, but if Obito didn't find something to complain about, he might just start breaking things instead.) He didn't know what was worse honestly. The complete ineptitude of the child he used to be more than 20 years ago, failing at even basic shuriken trowing, or - No, yeah, scratch that, the five year old version of Kakashi developing a crush on Obito's child self was absolutely worse. That hadn't happened in his original timeline, right ? That was just a consequence of Sakumo nagging him to try and help Kakashi make friends, right ? Right ?

[equill]

You missed the mark! (Time Travel)

Extra: Otsutsuki

(they learn Kurama is willingly there)

anndd more sketches to give

[mexican-neji]

a headcanon of mine is that kakashi heard from gai that his new student tenten decided to focus on summoning scrolls, so kakashi thought to teach her a cool trick to dance with them like ribbons :)

[theobitoboy]

Some talk about love with their Dads :3✨

[toebini]

Have some Team 7 yall

I love them sm

Crying when i remember sasuke left

[headcanonthings]

Naruto: Sakura and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us. Kakashi: *sighing* What did Sakura do? Naruto: She chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Sakura, with a bright smile: Who wants a steering wheel?

[teanstitches]

I want a kotatsu so bad!

[raikirikiri]

i think something that's so funny is like. kakashi is put in so many situations in canon and clearly he is not right but whatever. it happens. everyone you ever love dies? cool whatever. WHAT IF a bunch of people on the internet also gave you mommy issues. what if your mom was the snake man who wants to use your student's body as a skin suit? WHAT IF your mom was the moon princess who eventually tries to end the world? what if she super loved you though? what if you're actually half moon alien creature and perhaps even an abomination in the eyes of modern shinobi society? hm? what then gay boy?

if you would feel so inclined to humor a simple jester, imagine this:

kakazu vs kakashi. kazaku manages to get his creepy weird tendrils around kakashi's heart but because kakashi is half moon alien creature, kakazu perishes on the spot. one second 'ooooh i got your heart copy ninja oohh im gonna make this hurt copy ninja' less than a second later *ah echo sound effect* and suddenly he's dead on the ground in the peter griffin death pose. why? because he couldn't handle moon princess alien chakra. pure, unfiltered chakra not sullied by the mortal condition. and everyone just...accepts it. kakashi has no idea what happened and he's not going to think about it too much. in fact, even though kakazu was an enemy, his death via merely touching kakashi's heart fucks with him even MORE because what do you mean someone touches, someone WANTS him (in a very deadly manner, but i digress) and they DIE. he must be cursed.

but he just has moon princess chakra blood and that makes it dangerous for anyone to try and absorb his chakra, much like kakazu was trying to do.

fast forward kaguya, aka mother (in the rupaul (gay) way), betrays madara and stabs him and reunites with zetsu. and— oh! hello son! you do not look so good, have you been eating enough vegetables? i saw how you killed that fraudulent immortal! i was so proud. you so much like your father. he was such a dear but alas, he was mortal in the most pure sense and he cannot be brought back. but you have half me so it's not too late for you to develop your horns! you're basically a toddler still. oh mama loves you baby boy! now watch out, she's going to kill your friends and loved ones <3

or maybe she starts talking to kakashi through his dreams and that prompts him to learn more about her and the otsutsuki. maybe he learns to channel any power she passed down to him. or maybe he's just stuck with the information that he's the secret love child of an alien and never mentions it to anyone ever because in the grand scheme of things, he has a lot more going on in front of him.

[babychunks10]

I need a fic in where Kakashi takes guardianship over baby Naruto. So Obito just watches from the distance cause he needs the 9 tales but he can’t do it cause he’s in a constant battle of hating/caring for Kakashi. He wants to take everything from him but also hates seeing him sad so taking away Naruto would make this man end it for real and he’s not ready for that. Obito is a complicated guy. So he just watched kakashi because daddy kakashi and falls for him without even realizing.. he also sneaks in at night and just watches the both of them and thinks like “damn this could be me”….. okay sorry for my fic rant😅

[summerhighlandfalls]

you’ll save all your dirtiest jokes for me etc etc

[narutothoughts]

The Hatake were not always as they are. In fact, they used to be a branch of another clan, trusted as strong, dutiful protectors of their family. But one day, when fate weaved Kakashi’s life into the tapestry of time, everyone’s hair turned white. No one knew why, but soon rumors of a god’s curse spread and suspicion was turned towards the branch members. After a string of unsuccessful births in the main family, they were banished from clan grounds and cast into the wilderness as no names.

With nothing and no one, the branch members rallied together and claimed a territory far off from the main family’s as their own. They grew green things from the rich soil and named themselves after their life sustaining grounds: Hatake, or “farmland.”

But for all their name implied inaction and serenity, they were protectors at heart with steel in their spines and restlessness in their blood. So after their grounds were claimed and settled, the Hatake went out to explore the forests in small groups. In packs some joked.

Lurking in shadows and behind ancient trees, the wolves watched their trek warily for it was never good when men ventured beyond their grounds. They always stripped the land of its life and trampled over new growth, eliminating any chance of healing. They forced the wolves away into new lands and pushed them further and further away from their ancestors place of origin. It would not happen again. The wolves wouldn’t allow it.

But as they watched, the wolves realized something was different about these humans. Their feet were silent and their presence a whisper. No creature was killed for fun then left behind. Only out of necessity. They were like them, the wolves thought. Another displaced pack hunting for food and making a safe den for their young.

The wolves grew fond of this odd two legged pack and their wildness. Grew fond of the little white haired pups that explored the forests with wonder and respect.

Thus, it did not take long for the wolves to show themselves and offer to share the lands knowingly. It was not a surprise when the pack, or the Hatake as they called themselves, accepted. The pups that ran forward to burry tiny hands in course fur, however, was. But as the wolves watched the human pups grow into sharp fanged predators, they realize perhaps it should not have been.

With each generation the Hatake pack-clan grow closer to the wolves and to the wildness around them. Their teeth grow longer and sharper, their hearing able to pick up the smallest whispers, and their noses able to track prey miles away. In turn, the wolves grow smarter, more canny, and intelligent.

But the Hatake begin to feel something inside of them, something sharp and crackling like a storm. They, raised amid the wild, do not bother to keep a part of themselves locked inside and let it release in a shock of storm born lightning.

It’s chakra the wolves tell them. The energy of the wild made manifest in their cores. It’s a blessing the Hatake know as they use their gift to hunt the ones who dare try and take from their forests.

The men they cull carry weapons that the Hatake have not had new for generation. Weapons that react to their lighting in beautiful beautiful ways.

It does not take long for some Hatake to decide to go to the source of the weapons and gather more. But by doing so, men begin know of them again and gradually they are pulled into war. Long bloody war that wears at their numbers until they are but a scant few.

When a place in a village is offered they are wary but accept. The man who offers smells of forest and growth, a memory of what their forests used to be while they still had the numbers to protect it. They could not refuse, not truly.

They ask for a compound on the edge of the village with the forests behind them. They are not asked why, so they do not tell of the wolves (summons now, for they left the mortal plain when too many of their kind passed on in the war and resources grew too few) that followed them.

But in this village they were not safe for war touched this place too. Their numbers grew fewer yet and loyalty that was once wholly devoted to the pack was now divided between clan and village.

But their traditions kept strong, and one day when a man with wolf summons went on a mission for his village, he returned with two teammates alive instead of dead.

Good his summons growled. The team first as it should be. But the village did not agree and the man was soon dead and his son soon alone.

The child grew the best a lonely pup could. Raised more by his own summons than anyone else, with the contract given as a final gift from his father (the only thing a wolf shunned by his pack had left to give).

The child found connection with his human team too, but did not realize they were pack until they were all dead and gone. It was with broken heart and severed bonds that the boy disappeared into the ranks of tamed men behind the mask of a hound. Behind the mask of a domesticated creature used for the sake of another.

But the Hatake, wild as they were, could not be kept forever. Fangs could not be dulled nor senses diminished, even as they were hidden behind one mask after another. The Hatake were deep forests, crackling storms, live steel, bared teeth, and pack. Not leashes, collars, and commands.

But the boy had lost his pack young, and his clan even younger. He felt the thrum of the wild in his blood and the crackle in his veins, yet he knew not what it meant. Never understood why his body urged him to be still and crouch low to the ground before a pounce. Why his lip drew back in a snarl before he could stop it or why his hands curled into claws before ever reaching for a kunai.

It’s probably just his ninken, he thought. Their habits rubbing off on him after so long around them. He ignores how the instincts never felt foreign to him. How they were always there, ingrained to the bone, even before his father died. He ignores that and trains himself to respond normally, like a ninja not a dog.

He trains himself until it’s all he knows.

At least that’s how it is until he’s in a fight with three kids to protect. Three kids that managed to burrow themselves into his heart and make him feel something he hasn’t in a long time. So it’s against clawed hands and barred teeth that the enemies fall with blood pooling beneath them.

Kakashi turns to his team, his pack, expecting horror at the massacre they witnessed. But instead of fear, he sees awe. He smells their feelings of relief and safety saturate the air, quickly overpowering the familiar scent of blood.

With three pups crowded around him, one yipping questions as he bounces on his feet and the other two asking for training, Kakashi feels contentment curl deep in his chest. They were his now and clearly they thought much the same about him.

[badninken]

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[every-kakashi]