#itachi drabble

[kakeashi]

of all dreams: you ─ songs of love & devotion. ⠀⠀⠀⠀pre-boyfriend!itachi, in the corner of your love.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who peels the fruit for you. it all started when the orange juice got on your hands and chaos ensued on your tray: after laughing once, twice, itachi took your orange and, with all care and precision, made sure that all the orange segments were properly separated and peeled for you. since then, itachi couldn’t control his hands. he couldn’t unravel the delicacy of his act, but whenever itachi made that small effort, whenever he stopped what he was doing to help you with something so banal — whenever itachi wanted to show you how much he thought about you, he helped you with the fruit. you didn’t notice this little habit of itachi’s, and maybe that’s why he kept doing it — for you to see itachi, for you to see how dedicated he is when it’s something about you. peeling a fruit, something that is so insignificant, but for itachi it means a new promise of eternal love. ‘don’t be an idiot, i don’t mind. let me peel the apple — i need to peel mine too, so… no need to thank me, come on! give me the apple and stop talking about it.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who memorizes every time you called him by name. your voice was gentle and calm when you chanted itachi’s name. as if whispering the secrets of the world, itachi’s name escaped your lips with flowers trapped in its syllables, decorating its letters with delicate petals of the most varied flowers. you seemed magical when you said itachi’s name — it seemed like your name was an incantation to summon him because, every time you chanted it, he appeared. like a winter ghost or a child’s promise, you said itachi’s name very briefly, starting as quickly as it started — but that second, those fragments of temporal dust stolen by you, were enough to plant a garden of comfort in his core. itachi, when you saw him on the street. itachi, when they asked you who you were going out with. itachi, when you asked for an umbrella. itachi, yesterday. itachi, today. itachi, always. that's all. itachi.

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who helps you grow a garden in your home. whether you’re lucky with plants or not, the reality is that there was always something wrong in your garden. flowers were mixed together in such a random way that only discomfort covered the entire surface of your flowerbeds. excessively intense smells rose in clusters early in the morning, polluting the air with that sweet aroma. plants died. flowers wilted. weeds appeared. all of your flowerbeds were simply chaotic. but, whether by luck or pity, the universe sent itachi to help you with all of your gardening problems. between small smiles of pride and mocking laughter, itachi’s delicate hands mixed in the earth at your side, looking for basic solutions to general problems. between small shy glances and awkward touches, itachi paid attention to your smiles that originated with his work. hoping to see you happy, itachi would help you with everything he could with the unspoken promise that, if he didn’t know, he would learn for you. ‘yesterday i was reading in a magazine that if you put a jug of water... what are you doing and why do you have dirt on your face? what do i have to revive today?’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who likes to celebrate festivities with you. be it religious celebrations or village traditions, itachi liked to spend them with you. since he was little, he was taught that important days were to be spent with important people. and you were the most important person to itachi, so it was only natural that he would want to spend days and nights by your side. sliding through stalls and tasting different foods; marveling at dances and reciting prayers; smiling at children and dreaming at the stars — everything you liked to do was shared with itachi. his eyes only stayed on your happiness, always trying to find the next thing that would make you smile, that would make you happy. it could be something small, like buying a small porcelain figurine for you. it could be big, like wishing on the same lantern as you. it could be nothing, like holding your hand in the crowd so as not to lose you. but it was something with itachi and, soon, that was everything. ‘on the way to konoha there’s a small village that’s going to be 100 years old and they’re going to celebrate over the weekend. i thought, if you’re not too tired, of course!, we could stay there for a few days? to relax from the mission and just… be together.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who believes in your light. how could itachi, your safe haven, not believe in your courage? how could itachi, your best friend, not believe in your strength? how could itachi not believe in you? through all the darkness that spread in your life, consuming your heart and ruining hopes, there was always a persistent light inside you: a small spark and that was all it took. with a small spark, even before creating bonfires or fires, you could do anything: get up, eat, smile, exist. but when you fed that fire, when the calls inside you covered all the black in shades of bold red and courageous orange — when you didn’t doubt yourself, you could live. and itachi admired you for that. itachi saw you as someone divine, capable of making worlds collide if you had the strength, if you had dreams. and, even when you got tired of that burning heat, even when there was no more wood to burn, itachi was there. for a few moments, itachi held your spark and assured you that it would never go out. rest as much as you need. itachi is by your side, protecting your essence. ‘take as long as you need. i won’t leave. i won’t burn myself. my love is fireproof, capable of holding you for a lifetime if necessary.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who always supported you, always. it didn’t matter when he came into your life, what mattered was that he came. itachi had a gift for listening, letting himself get lost in incredible worlds whenever you talked to him. of course, with pain and anguish itachi was quick to help you, using his fingers to comfort you and his words to soothe you. but, more than anything, and first of all, itachi listened to you. in your dreams, itachi encouraged you — with wide smiles and bright eyes; in your stories, itachi admired you — with pride in his chest and vanity in his soul; in your hopes, itachi fed you — with friendly words and endless promises. anywhere, with whatever it was, you always had itachi by your side, holding your hand, gently pushing you, supporting all the potential he knew you had. of course it is scary, and it often goes wrong, but it is in the learning of our life that we can reach all the steps on the ladder of existence. and you don’t need to worry. itachi was there. holding your hand so you wouldn’t fall, itachi would always be there. 'life can be spent rushing, but you have to remember that there is time. you don’t need to have everything figured out by the time you’re 20, nor have a family by the time you’re 30. you have time to live. life is not a race, nor a competition. don’t look at your neighbor’s garden longing for their oranges when you still have the seeds to plant. everything has its time. you have a place in this life. just take it easy, take a deep breath.’

PRE-BOYFRIEND!ITACHI who was a little nervous, but he just wanted to be understood. what if you didn’t notice? seeing you interacting with your friends and family made itachi nervous — was he imagining things in your little interactions? i mean, yes, it was normal for you to love the people who are important to you, but was there really desire when you looked at itachi? was there hope in all the smiles you gave him? did you understand what itachi felt? in the little touches and blushed cheeks — did you know that itachi only gets flustered with you? in the wide smiles and heartfelt laughs — did you know that itachi only felt genuinely happy with you? in the whispered words and delicate promises — did you know that itachi only imagined a life by your side? when he saw you with everyone else, itachi felt that you didn’t know and that your entire relationship was just a figment of his imagination. so itachi took a deep breath, gathered his courage, and went to talk to you — he wanted to be completely transparent with you. ‘i just wanted to tell you that i like you. i don’t know if you’ve noticed or if you’ve just ignored my feelings, but i had to tell you. i needed to get this weight off my chest and really tell you how i feel. so, yes… i like you.’

[procrastinating-story-writer]

Itachi's hair.

You love to run your fingers through Itachi's hair. The strands were so smooth and soft to the touch.

He took such good care of it, and the smell was nothing short of Heavenly.

He would let you brush it out or make little braids.

It was such a calming act for you both as well as a way for you two to spend time together.

Don't be surprised when he falls asleep on your lap.

[cosmic-glow]

Notes: During Halloween night in a small town, you meet the King of Crows.

Warnings: Itachi Uchiha x Fem!Reader; mention of death (not of the character or reader); SFW.

The mornings started to get colder, the leaves were falling from the trees, orange like the afternoon sun, you were drinking more coffee and there were pumpkins everywhere, you didn't need to look at the calendar to know that October had arrived. The city was small, but it was still very lively for Halloween, the decorations had already started, there would be a big parade and candy collection, the center would be full of people who don't like you.

Your job is to take care of the city's cemetery, it's your family's job, you are the owners of the biggest funeral home in the village and it was thanks to your great-grandparents that the cemetery was built, the funereal air has always been present and has become normal for you, That's why you never understood the way the other residents looked at you and your family, it wasn't like you were responsible for killing people, you just buried them.

Even so, they purposely avoided you, as if they would die from touching you or looking directly in the eyes, sometimes you wished it was true. And so your only "friends" became the crows in the cemetery. You are the local gardener, and modesty aside are very good at that. Always at the end of the shift, you would go to the back of the cemetery and feed them, what you didn't expect was that they would start following you everywhere, as if you were their mother. The cloud of crows that accompanied you was just another reason for the neighbors to find you strange.

It was Halloween night and you were locked in the house, eating sweets and watching an old horror movie, it wasn't bad but thinking that you could be in the center like everyone else, dancing in some handmade costume, made you feel even worse. As you began to sink deeper into this thought you heard a knock on the living room window, you turned your neck at the same moment and came across a crow, what a surprise. But when you paid more attention noticed that he had something in his beak.

Curiously, you went to him, opened the window and he remained in the same place, looking at you, almost looking you in the eyes, he dropped a small object that clinked on the window frame, letting you take it. It was a necklace, a thin silver necklace with a bright red pendant, "it's beautiful" you thought. You knew that crows liked things that shine and this one bringing you one of those things made you smile, because you never imagined that they gave "gifts" like cats or dogs.

- Put on.

The crow suddenly spoke, a deep voice so similar to a human that it made you take a step back in fright.

- What? - you asked in disbelief, thinking you were imagining things.

- The necklace... Put it on - the crow said with a little difficulty.

With shaking hands and not having the courage to disobey, you put the necklace around your neck and waited for what came next, still visibly in shock.

- Follow me - the crow said before descending to the grass and, between jumps and short flights, heading towards the forest.

You remained standing for a few seconds in the window frame, still processing all the information, you wouldn't really follow a crow that spoke to you in the middle of the night, would you? This was crazy. But at the same time, everyone was having fun in the center of that quiet town... Why couldn't your night become a little more interesting too? As soon as the crow crossed the trees and was out of your sight you jumped out the window, not believing you were actually doing that.

You almost lost sight of the bird and had to speed up to keep up with it, sometimes you lost it and stopped in the middle of the woods looking around until it screamed and so you followed the sound and found it again. "This way" he said, now with a huskier bird-like voice, before crossing behind a tree and disappearing, you don't know how. Confused and starting to believe you were hallucinating you crossed the tree in the same way the bird did, and to your surprise now in front of you was a new forest, which you had never seen before.

The trees were completely black, decorated with gold, silver and shiny objects, there was snow on the ground, looking like a large white carpet and you could see further in the background, almost hidden in the distance, the light of a possible bonfire, there were songs and conversations coming. from that direction. Your mouth was open when you felt something peck your ankle, making you look down at the same time.

- Ouch! What the- it was the crow you had followed there.

- Come on, he doesn't like to wait.

- He who? - but the bird had already taken flight towards the light.

The cold began to embrace you, you only had a sweater covering your shoulders, after all you had planned to sleep after the movie, not follow a bird in the forest to another world. You headed towards the warm cozy light, the chatter and laughter getting louder and louder. When you were just a few steps away from the likely party you stopped, hesitating, thinking about giving up and going home, after all you didn't even know who those people were, the whole situation was very surreal. You were very brave to move on.

The first thing you saw was a long table, filled with food and sweets, several candles lighting up the entire place, reflecting on the jewelry hanging from the trees. As soon as you crossed the arch of trees the conversations stopped, a deadly silence now reigned, you looked for people but there was no one, just hundreds of crows, concentrated mainly at the end of the table. It was only then, as you took a few more steps, that you managed to glimpse at the end of the table, on the last chair, a man sitting, or that was what you believed it to be since there were still many birds in front, all looking at you.

- So, you arrived - a low and deep voice spoke and you didn't know if it was a crow or a person.

The man stood up, some crows that were resting on the chair flew away, a long dark velvet cape trailed in the snow, the bluish black tone very similar to the crows' feathers, a crown hung on his head, silver decorated with various rubies and other shining jewels, it seemed heavy. He slowly approached you, in silence, you could have run away, but you stayed there, waiting for him to arrive. His face was pale, his eyes were black as night, and his black hair had the same shine as the feathers of the birds around him.

- It's prettier than they said - "they?" You thought.

- Who are you? - you finally had the courage to say.

- I always forget that you humans have no idea who I am. I am the shadow between the trees that moves and makes you question what you saw, I am the eyes in the empty night, my children are my ears that go unnoticed, I am the King of Crows.

Suddenly all the crows began to shout in their hoarse voices "Long live the King! Long live the King!" repeatedly until he raises his hand and at the same moment all sound stops.

- I heard about you, Y/n. My children told me about your deeds, and I'm grateful for taking care of them - he made a small bow to you - And that's why I asked them to bring you here.

- For what? And what do you mean with King of Crows?

- Sit down, please, I'll explain everything there is to be said - he pulled out a chair for you, right next to his.

As sat down, the man took off his cloak and covered your shoulders with it, "you must be cold" he said before sitting down. He had a serious look, he didn't seem like he was a crazy person who was making all this up, but the story was still too strange for you to believe. "Are you hungry? Thirsty?" he asked, extending his hand to the abundant table in front of him, but you denied it.

- For many, crows are nothing more than another bird, which feeds on corpses, at most they associate it with something funereal, but they are much more than that - he poured two glasses of wine and gave one to you, leaving you free to drink or not - Crows are messengers between the dead and the living, in the past your race even used them to communicate with loved ones, but now humanity seems to have forgotten all that. But they continue their work, crows can also warn about future events, but humans almost always ignore or don't understand the signs - he took a long drink - They need someone to protect them, that's why I exist.

He placed the silver goblet on the table, cold eyes stared at you, but soon a gentle smile appeared on his lips, now red from the wine.

- That's why I was happy to know that someone was taking such good care of them and wanted to meet you, Y/n.

- I didn't do anything much, I just fed them sometimes...

- But it wasn't your obligation, and you still cared. Most humans just attack my children for no reason - he clenched his fist and looked between the trees - But you were different, so I have a proposal to make.

With a silent flight, a crow passed over his head and on the way dropped a small box on the table. Carefully, Itachi's long pale fingers took it and manipulated to open it and reveal a beautiful silver ring with a ruby ​​adorned by small diamonds.

- For all these years I searched for someone who was worthy of receiving the powers and knowledge of the afterlife, someone who was not afraid, but was pure of heart. And you've proven yourself both, Y/n. Would you accept the power to rule by my side as Queen of the Ravens? - he held out the ring to you - They need you... I need you.

It was supposed to be another Halloween night, another normal day, you were supposed to be in bed at this time, waking up early the next day to get back to your routine, destined for a normal life in a small town. How had you ended up in that situation on such a normal day? Why was you chosen? What did that title really mean? You had a lot of questions and didn't understand how you still reached out and said yes.

Now the ring shined on your finger and the crows sang excitedly "Long live the Queen! Long live the Queen!", you still believing that at any moment you would wake up and it would all be just a dream.

Sorry for any typos;

Buy me a coffee?

October Calendar;

Masterlist

[saintrocklee]

🌸 flower shop AU part four 🌸

itachi x reader 🌸 masterlist

sasuke is somehow exactly what you pictured but not at all what you had in mind. he was, in some ways, a carbon copy of itachi. the short and to the point texts and emails you traded reminded you of his older brother, but there was a lack of humor in the dialogue. and now that he’s in front of you the resemblance is as plain as day, but there are obvious differences that you pick up on immediately.

unruly black hair matches equally unruly black eyes, the color identical to itachi’s. there’s a sort of defiance about him that has you fighting a smile as you let them in, welcoming both of the brothers warmly. itachi’s eye dance in recognition and sasuke makes a noise you assume is some sort of greeting. your station is already prepped and the shop is quiet and empty, save for the low sound of the radio and the three of you.

you’d offered to come in early for sasuke’s appointment, wanting to give him something special for his birthday. when you came up with the idea it had surprised you initially, along with the urgent need to leave a good impression.

you’d never done something like this before, not even for one of your original clients — but having them come in before you opened offered privacy, something you think they both appreciated. you play with the idea of introducing yourself formally to the younger man but after taking in his almost bored disposition you decide to skip the awkward formalities.

“alright sasuke, you’ll just need to sign this waiver.”

you slide the paper to him from behind the counter and watch as he plucks a pen from the holder on the desk, hunching his shoulders to initial and sign where needed. itachi stands behind, eyes averted to the many designs pinned to the wall next to him, hands in his pant pockets. you’re immediately drawn to the curve of his jaw and the way his mouth rests, stern and stoic. his upper lip curves over his lower lip, just so, and you wonder if he knows just how pretty he really is. men like him were either fully aware and used it to their advantage or remained comically oblivious, but you think itachi drifted somewhere in between. there was more to him than just being unfairly pretty and it made you want to pull at his proverbial thread — to see if he’d untangle for you or knot up before you could reach the end.

that thought alone both thrilled and terrified you.

when sasuke finishes you gesture toward the chair you had set up for him. he’d chosen a rather simple design and wanted it on the inside of his arm. you can see evidence of other tattoos, peeking out from under his sleeves on his shoulders, and fight back the urge to ask where he’d gotten them done. he’d mentioned having gone through the process of getting a tattoo before when you’d sent him your “welcome to the world of tattoos!” email you reserve for all of your clients who book with you for the first time. it was a step by step guide on what to expect when coming to the shop, the do’s and don’ts commonly associated with getting tattooed, and a couple of puns you and another artist came up with one night after staying late working on designs. it was meant to put your clients at ease and make them feel comfortable requesting whatever they needed, as well as prepare them for their visit.

it takes a couple of tries to position the outline how and where he wanted. sasuke is surprisingly talkative, letting you know that he wanted the whole thing a little bit bigger and a tad higher up on his forearm, and maybe a little to the left. you have him stand in front of the floor length mirror against the far wall of the shop and relax his arms, just to make sure it’s perfect. he nods his approval after the third attempt and you begin prepping the ink.

soon the buzzing of your tattoo gun fills the small shop and you’re hardly surprised when sasuke barely flinches at the pressure. it’s quiet, save for the radio and the sound of your machine, until sasuke breaks it with a question.

“how long have you been tattooing?”

it’s a question you get often and you don’t bother looking up to answer him, not wanting to loose focus.

“give or take ten years.”

sasuke says nothing in response but him breaking the silence first makes you bold.

“when did you get your first tattoo?”

there’s a snort from behind you and you’re glad you had turned to grab more ink. you’d completely forgotten about itachi, having drifted straight into work mode and tuning everything else out around you, and the sudden noise startled you. sasuke makes an indignant sound next to you.

“if my mom asks — two years ago.”

this pulls a chuckle out of you.

“got it. the next time her and i hang out i’ll be sure to corroborate your story.”

out of the corner of your eye you watch sasuke’s lips quirk. it feels like a victory and you answer with a smile of your own.

time passes by. sasuke continues his line of questioning and you continue to answer while ignoring the flutter of your pulse every time itachi snorts or hums behind you. he barely speaks otherwise and after you’ve wiped sasuke’s new tattoo clean and covered it in a clear wrap, you stand and remove your gloves. sasuke murmurs a curt thank you and ducks into the single stall bathroom tucked away in the corner. you watch him with a fond smile before turning to itachi.

“you think he likes it?”

itachi stands and pulls out a black leather wallet, thumbing through it before looking up at you.

“sasuke is not one to mince words. you would know if he didn’t.”

“an admirable quality.”

“sometimes.”

you laugh lightly and walk over to the point of sale station, itachi following closely behind. you ring up the price for the tattoo, add his discount, and flip the screen towards him. drumming your fingers against the desk while he inserts his card, you open your mouth before thinking better of it.

“do you have any tattoos?”

slender fingers pause before taking the card out of the machine.

“no.”

you hum and tilt your head. it somehow made sense that he didn’t. you couldn’t imagine how devastating he’d look with a half sleeve, or worse, a hand tattoo. there was something elegant about itachi, something poised and planned that made him untouchable. a blank canvas.

your fingers twitch at the thought.

“do you?” he inquires as he pockets his wallet. you nod, and watch as his eyes flicker over your bare arms. he wouldn’t find them so easily and you shrug, mouth quirking into a smile.

“they’re not typically visible, but i have them.”

bottomless black eyes meet yours as itachi pins you with a look. your pulse responds by nearly jumping out of your skin and the butterflies you’ve kept at bay are back in full force. he looks like he’s considering something and your body betrays you by slowly shutting down, nothing but the hammering of your heart in your ears.

you’re a bit breathless at the undivided attention. itachi seems content to stay as he is, and you’re scrambling for a way to gain some sort of composure. luckily, or maybe not, sasuke exits the bathroom and makes his way to the front. you break eye contact first and busy yourself with organizing the pens in their holder, praying that neither men can visibly see the way your chest was stuttering. itachi asks sasuke if he’s ready and sasuke makes a noise of confirmation. you meet sasuke’s eyes and nod, a smile crinkling your face when he nods back. itachi thanks you, to which you murmur a soft “you’re welcome,” and taps the desk as he leaves. taking a deep breath once you’re alone, you give yourself a moment to chuckle at your own awkwardness. the crush you had on itachi was supposed to be silly and kind of fun, but just now it felt heavy. serious.

it felt a little bit real.

in the midst of your self reflection you notice something poking out from under the point of sale machine and your mouth parts in surprise when you pull out a wad of cash. your mouth continues to widen in shock when you count it, realizing that itachi left it for you. in your hands was a twenty percent tip as well as the discounted difference you’d added to his bill. exasperated fondness hits you hard as a delighted laugh loosens from your chest. he’d pulled a fast one on you and you pocket the cash, already scheming to come up with a way to get back at him.

if anything, it gave you an excuse to continue with the game you two seemed to be playing. flowers, the drawing, a tattoo, now this. you know he more than likely didn’t mean to continue the little give and take between you, but you were more than happy to keep it going.

at the very least, you’d maybe make a friend.

[blindsighted]

( Unhinged morning thoughts from Itachi )

Mourn, but do not regret.

Lament. Sorrow. Despair for their passing, but do not regret. Do not give in to the siren of possibility - of "what if."

It is done. It is done. It cannot be undone.

To regret is to fray at the seems of conviction.

Regret is a slow poison.

I have no time for regrets.

Time marches ever onwards, heedless. She moves without our blessing. Without a care.

I will be like to time, and pass silently through the world. Until my life is ended, I cannot slow down for regrets.

[brnd3y]

NEW POST FROM @munybagd

i am going to fuck him … i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )

whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1

he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2

sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3

( BOUNS )

no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4

[vivasciouslay]

You shivered softly, eyes closing as he covered the barely there distance between you two, one hand resting on your nape and other on your jaw. The red hue of Sharingan glinted in the dark of his room, the other light being the soft illumination of Moon. Your breaths turned heavy when he leaned in, and your neck tilted automatically, breath knocking out of your chest as your lips met.

His right hand tightened on your nape as his lips gently claimed yours, other hand trailing down your spine gently. "Breath, Love." He breathed in your mouth, making you take a ragged breath in. He claimed your lips once again, the plush of your lips dragging against his chapped but soft lips again and again, your nose bumping lightly.

He kept kissing you softly and deeply, his hand holding on the small of your back as he pressed you flush against him, your arms automatically coiling around his neck, and you kissed him back with same fervour, holding onto his neck as the low rumbles of his chest made you weak to the knees.

[dinnersyummy]

He was like honey; sweet and sticky, you couldn’t get enough of him. Seeping through your insides, he was addicting. His taste will forever be on the tip of your tongue—the taste of his lips is everlasting, always lingering. He savours you like wine, taking his time. But yet he himself was like that of a fine wine—rich, intoxicating, his scent was ingrained into your skin. His love was overflowing, spill it and he’ll forever taint you; it’s hard to wash out. His touch was soft as silk, finely woven, smooth. His hands traced over your skin gently—ghost like if you will. His fingers were careful strokes like a master painter, in their wake left an unforgettable sensation. He treated like you were spun of glass, always so gentle, always so tentative. Each touch was calculated, his hands explored your body as if it were a map. Every curve and dip were burned into his memory. He was addicted.

*divider by petalpxl*

lowkey had sanji in mind while writing this

[uchihaxitachi]

Yandere Itachi Bringing Gifts

It stems from something incomprehensible, sometimes he brings them out of guilt. Being a shinobi is hard, oftentimes making Itachi compromise with his presence around her. How is he able to feel better when his mind knows that the poor thing has to sleep alone… eat alone… Itachi isn’t here to take care of her, to bring her breakfast… to help her shower. He also knows that the times he is out of their shared haven, he’s just ensuring that she’s caged after all.

When he opens the door, quietly coming inside & watching her beautiful face. Everything starts to make sense. Itachi often wonders if he would change his life decisions and avoid the massacre… not until he met her. He doesn’t wish to change anything at all.

How could he? If his life’s events didn’t turn out like the way they were… he wouldn’t have met her. “Hello, my dearest Angel.” His voice is like molten gold, echoing in the otherwise quiet house. She gazes up, meeting his stare. She hates him, he’s changed her life upside down. He’s claimed her in ways she’s hated and loved…

“Welcome home Itachi.” She smiled, yet, after being so alone, any presence is welcome. Even if it’s the bloody captor, the infamous S-Ranked Criminal from the Akatsuki. The crimson clouds on his robe shining like blood. “I missed you, darling.” Itachi hums, kneeling down and leaning his head on her lap. Itachi wasn’t comfortable with touches either, but he’s started to initiate them & gets testy when he feels rejected. Her hands thread against his silky black hair, lips parted.

“Missed you, as well..” so thoughtful, his little baby.

“I got you something.” Itachi hums, holding her hand & urging her to get up. She wonders what it would be this time, as an excuse for her freedom. They walk outside the house, watching a little kitten playing in the grass fields, chasing butterflies.

Oh-

She runs and captures the little animal in her arms, hugging it tightly. Any presence in the house is appreciated when Itachi leaves…

Guess this gift is an appropriate enough for her temporary happiness…

[yakamozz3]

Hi!💖 You write for uchiha brothers or only sasuke? Can I ask for itachi please?

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝓃ℴ𝓉ℯ：Hii! Tysm for requesting🫶🏻 no! I’ll write for pretty much any character as long as it’s a character from Naruto (but my favorites are indeed the uchiha brothers). For itachi I just chose this random prompt as you didn’t specify I hope you like it!

ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦　.　　. 　 ˚　. ★⋆ .   　　˚　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

❝Should we do it again?❞

༄𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔： Akatsuki!Itachi x Shinobi!Reader

༄𝒯𝒲／𝒞𝒲： 18+ MDNI, female!Reader, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, fingering, itachi is kind of obsessed with reader 😋

The first time you saw Itachi, it was a flash of darkness on a mission—his presence like a shadow that loomed over you. His gaze had met yours, cold and unwavering, and in that moment, you knew there was something more between you, even if you didn’t fully understand it. You’d quickly retreated, heart pounding, a mix of fear and something else pulsing beneath your skin mixed with a feeling of guilt. Since then, the encounters had been brief, each leaving you with an unsettling pull that made you freaky out each time.

Then came the note.

It had been tucked into your mission supplies, folded precisely—too precisely, in a way that told you it was from him. Eastern woods. Midnight. No explanation, no signature, just the certainty that you were expected. You had to go. Something in you made it impossible to ignore, but at the same time you knew how wrong it was. You were a shinobi after all.

The night was quiet when you arrived, moonlight filtering through the trees in pale streaks. Itachi stood in the clearing, his figure unmistakable in his Akatsuki cloak, the red clouds stark against the black. His eyes met yours, dark and penetrating, making your heart race in a way you couldn’t explain. You knew this was wrong, you knew very well but something about him just made you so weak, making the undeniable heat cursing through you even worse.

“You came,” he said, his voice low and calm, like he’d been expecting this all along. Itachi didn’t even doubt you’ll come, in fact he knew it. He had this thoroughly planned, even that you come to him. He has watched you countless times, studied you and the way you behave, the people you surround yourself with. Ever since you first crossed paths on a mission, he’s been obsessed.

“I didn’t have much choice,” you said, trying to sound more composed and professional than you felt. Even though you felt guilty, you knew that you’re betraying your village, breaking your villages trust in you but you just couldn’t stop yourself, even if you wanted to. You were still nervous tho, each step forward a little harder to take as the air around you grew thick with tension.

He took a slow step toward you, with his tall figure coming closer, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you. “You could leave,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper, “But you won’t.”

Your breath caught at the closeness of his words, the way his presence seemed to envelop you. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. There was a dangerous intimacy in his gaze, something that pulled at every part of you, making you question everything you thought you knew, everything you’ve done so far. You would’ve just went home normally if something didn’t seem right, but itachi was correct you wouldn’t leave.

“You never could,” he continued, his gaze trailing over you with an intensity that sent a thrill down your spine. Walking towards you the tension in the air grew even further, but not just in the air.

His voice was barely audible now, the heat of his proximity so overwhelming it made your head spin. You wanted to pull away, but at the same time, you wanted to lean in, to close the distance.

“You’re here because you wanted to be,” he said softly, stepping just a bit closer, until you could feel the heat radiating off him. Suddenly two hands were placed on your hips, slowly but steadily roaming around your body carefully, groping your ass and tits, gaining a satisfied look from itachi.

The world felt smaller with every passing second, your pulse echoing in your ears as you stood there, unable to ignore the heat pooling inside of you, the slight hitch in her breath betraying her calm demeanor. He was a risk. You both knew that. But the way he was touching you made you want more, more of him and itachi couldn’t deny that he didn’t like the way this was turning.

Moving his hands up from your waist to the back of your head, as he pushed you closer. Your lips met in a clash of heat and desperation, his kiss was demanding, teeth grazing her lower lip before his tongue delved deeper, tasting and claiming you in a way that made your knees weaken. He pulled you even closer completely closing the space between you, you could feel itachis rock hard cock against your lower abdomen , making you even more needy.

Without warning you felt a hand swiftly making its way down your skirt into your soaked panties, starting to rub circles on your clit. You moan into the kiss, before breaking it, resting your forehead on his shoulder, trying not to be loud and to contain yourself but that doesn’t work. His swift movements

“Please itachi.. stop teasing” you cry out, desperate for him to finally fill you. He didn’t even say anything back, he just slipped a finger into your throbbing cunt, earning a satisfied moan from you making his hard cock Twitch in his pants.

Your hands made their way up looping around itachis neck searching for support as he ruthlessly pumps his fingers into your cunt, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten making you bite your lips. You couldn’t even think straight anymore his long lean fingers being the only thing in your mind.

“Itachi.. im close” you breathily whined out into his shoulder, as he suddenly pulled out his fingers the sudden feeling of emptiness making you whine in desperation. Itachi swiftly shifted, pushing you until you felt the bark of your tree against your back. “Turn around” he said in his usual calm demeanor but with a hint of longing in his voice. You did as he said and turned around, when abruptly two hands reached for your hips pulling on them making you arch your back.

You were just about to turn your head around to see what he was doing, when you felt Itachi pulling up your skirt, taking your pantie out of his way & lining his tip up with your throbbing pussy. It made you even more excited but suddenly the guilt you felt just a few minutes ago came back. But it only lasted so long until itachi started bullying his dick into you, making him groan in satisfaction. The feeling of your tight warm walls clenching around his dick made him loose his mind.

Actually everything about you made him loose his mind, how you moaned out his name and how tight you were, in his eyes you were perfect, usually itachi wasn’t the type to come after just a few minutes but the way your walls where clenching around his shaft already made him be so close. But you loved it too, his thick cock poking against that perfect spot with each of his thrusts, the soft groans he let out sometimes it all made the knot in your stomach explode ultimately.

With your legs shaking and hands harshly gripping the tree for support you came on itachis dick with a long loud moan. “Good girl” he said eyes closed in pleasure, as a low groan escaped his throat as the sensation crested, with one last thrust a powerful release coursing through his body that left him breathless. You could feel his dick pulsating inside of you coating your gummy walls with his cum, another satisfied groan escaping his parted lips as he rode out his high with a few last sloppy thrusts.

“should we do it again?”

[shikamarusgirll]

sasuke uchiha x fem!reader drabble

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ warnings: smut // cunnilingus // tired-sex // somnophilia // Sasuke being a tease // soft!sasuke ⋆⁺₊❅⋆

sasuke uchiha who likes going down on you when it’s in the earliest of the mornings, when the sun isn’t even out yet.. his onyx eyes appear in the dim light in-between your thighs while he gently sucked and bit onto your inner thighs, giving your clit a kiss through your underwear, causing your cunt to twitch at the sensation, before he used his finger to pull your cotton black panties to the side.

you let out a whimper, that morning you did give him permission to do this while you slept.. only because you claimed you had trouble sleeping.

but how were you supposed to sleep at all when his tongue flicked over your clit? sucking on the bud which made you jerk your hips towards his face involuntarily, your eyes half-lidded as they met his dark colored ones, Sasuke was persistent, he knew what you liked, even in your sleepy state.

his tongue ran past your slit, one hand wrapped around your left thigh, stroking the side of your waist which made you shiver.

”fuck.. sasuke..” you whined tiredly but your voice laced with arousal, panting as you threw your arm over your eyes lazily, your walls fluttering around nothing when he sucked on your clit, or when he gave kitten licks across your folds.

god he was so.. gentle in the mornings, he must’ve been in a good mood if he wanted to make you feel this good. “i know baby.. you just lay there and look pretty, yeah? so needy..” he muttered, sending vibrations to your core, turning his head to leave a bite mark on your inner thigh until he brought his attention back to your throbbing heat, Sasuke slipped his hand off your waist, instead grazing his middle finger across your folds, pushing it inside while your walls immediately sucked him in, a breathy moan coming from you as you started to get more eager, taking your hand from over your eyes and tangling it in his hair, pushing him a bit closer, as you looked down at him with that pathetic look in your eyes.

your gaze earned a cocky scoff from him, satisfied by how much you needed him— no, craved him.

“awe, you must want it so bad, huh? I know pretty girl..” he cooed, pumping his finger in and out of you at a quick pace that contrasted the slow circles he was tracing on your clit.

your thighs trembled, the needy moans and whimpers echoing throughout the room, he swore he could feel the precum forming at his tip when you moaned out his name so prettily when you were about to cum.

but even afterwards, you two were far from done, and you knew that.

[heich0e]

Itachi 🚬🚬🚬🚬

Can we get some crumbs on the jounin itachi au you were working on??? 👉🏼👈🏼

i don't think i'll ever finish the fic, so (if ur interested) here's the WIP in its entirety <3 sorry it doesn't really have much of an ending!! i'll leave what happens after the fact up to u <3 tw: pregnancy and uchiha brother nonsense

“Sasuke.”

At the gentle call of his older brother’s voice, the youngest Uchiha’s head pops up from where he’d been craning over a book at his desk and swivels towards his bedroom doorway. Through the crack between the frame and the door itself, left ever so slightly ajar, he can see Itachi peering in—he hadn’t heard him come home, and he’s surprised to see him there.

“Nii-san,” the youngest greets him, placing his palms on his desk in preparation to push himself up from his seat. Before he can, Itachi wordlessly lets himself into the room, shouldering the door open and slipping inside. He glances around his little brother’s space—tidy, as it always it—and even though nothing is different from usual, he still takes in everything with a look of curiosity. Sasuke watches his brother cross the room, coming to stand beside where he’s seated at his desk.

“What are you reading?” 

Sasuke peers up at his brother in confusion. The jounin shouldn’t even be home, as far as he was aware—Itachi was supposed to leave on a mission that morning that would have taken him out of the village for at least a few days. At least that’s what he’d said to him over breakfast only that morning.

“Why are you here?” Sasuke counters his brother’s question with one of his own—a more pressing one at that.

Itachi’s eyes shift from the pages of the book laying open on the desk, to the face of his younger brother. He eyes him for a moment, and then sighs a bit, his lips curling up ever so slightly at the corner.

“Wanna take a walk?”

The autumn evening is brisk as the wind dances through Konoha. The sun is setting, and as the two brothers walk through the familiar streets, children race past them towards the sound of their mothers’ calls. Up ahead, Sasuke spots a couple with a young child between them, one little hand clasped in each of theirs, laughing amongst themselves as they make their way home. Sasuke shoves his hands into his pockets, peering at his brother from the corner of his eye. Itachi seems to be watching the family up ahead too, a peculiar expression on his face.

“Why didn’t you leave on your mission today?” 

It’s the first time either of the two brothers have said anything at all since leaving their home some time prior, though the question has been hanging between them since Sasuke first posed it in his bedroom, waiting to be answered. Itachi sighs again, that same mirthful sound as the first time his little bother presented him with the quandary.

“Hey, Sasuke,” Itachi begins, looking up at the pink evening sky overhead, “you know where babies come from, right?”

Sasuke nearly trips over his own two feet.

“What’s this about?” he spits, stammering over the words as ungracefully as he’d taken his last steps, his head whipping around to face his brother as a furious heat races into his cheeks. 

Itachi peers back at him, his expression neutral—but Sasuke knows his brother better than anyone, and he knows when Itachi is holding back a laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the eldest points out.

“Well you never answered mine!” the youngest bites back.

Itachi finally breathes out a laugh at that, placing a hand on his little brother’s shoulder. The familiar gesture takes Sasuke by surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. “Let’s go get something to eat and we can both get answers.”

At a small food stall down the road, the Uchiha brothers sit with plates of sweet rice dumplings and steaming cups of green tea in front of them. Sasuke watches his brother lift one of his two skewers to his mouth and slide one spherical sweet from the wooden stick using the edge of his teeth, chewing on the confection slowly with a contented smile on his face.

“I don’t like these,” Sasuke reminds his brother, staring down at the sweet food in front of him with a crinkle on his nose. 

Itachi laughs, taking a sip of his tea.

“I know that,” the older of the two says. “Forgive me, Sasuke. This was more for my sake than yours.”

“You’re being weird today,” the teen grumbles, slumping back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. He eyes his brother warily.

“I suppose you’re right,” Itachi agrees, much to Sasuke’s surprise. He sets his cup of tea down beside his plate of dango, meeting his brothers gaze. “I got some news today.”

Sasuke’s mouth suddenly feels dry for reasons he can’t quite place.

“Sasuke, I’m having a baby.”

The youngest Uchiha’s eyes go wide, his entire body stiffening in his seat. Nothing about Itachi changes—not his gaze, nor his posture, nor his gentle, conversational tone.

“W-What?”

“Well, I’m not having the baby—you never answered my question earlier, but I trust you understand at least that much.” Itachi reaches for his cup of tea again, but pauses as Sasuke’s hands hit the table with a loud thump!—nearly knocking both of their drinks over in the process.

“What do you mean a baby?”

Itachi pauses, considering his brother for a moment. His lips thin into a line.

“When a man and a woman love each other, the Hokage gives them—“

“I know babies don’t come from the Hokage, I’m not a child!” Sasuke snaps, and Itachi gets that look on his face again, the one where nothing looks all that different but somehow his little brother recognizes he’s only thinly holding back his laughter.

“But when? Where? How?” Sasuke rattles off one incredulous, vaguely angry, question after the other. Itachi watches placidly as his brother works through them one by one.

“I don’t think you need to concern yourself so much with the whens and wheres,” Itachi clears his throat a little, the closest to sheepish Sasuke thinks he’s ever seen him. “As for the how: I’m happy to invite Iruka-san over for a house call and have him go through that academy unit again if you didn’t quite grasp—“

Sasuke shoots his brother a look that would make a lesser man cower.

“Sorry,” Itachi says, cutting himself off and wiping at his mouth and failing to hide the smile underneath his napkin. He watches his brother carefully, as though he can see the gears spinning inside his head while he tries to process this new, wholly startling information. 

Sasuke’s frowning, which isn’t unusual, but there’s something else in his expression that the elder doesn’t like—something insecure. 

Something frightened. 

“This is good news, Sasuke,” Itachi insists gently, but his little brother’s frown only deepens.

“It’s that girl, isn’t it?” 

Itachi draws up a brow in the wake of his brother’s pointed question. Sasuke’s never had an issue mentioning you by name before, but suddenly he can’t bring himself to say it—and there’s bitter resentment in his tone that Itachi’s never heard the teen direct towards you.

“She’s the one having the baby, yes,” Itachi says with a nod. 

Sasuke’s nose twitches a little, his eyes still refusing to meet his brother’s.

“Sasuke,” Itachi says soberly, calling for his attention—his own tone a little cooler now than it had been. 

After a moment, his little brother finally meets his eyes.

“Are you upset?” Itachi asks, his hands clasped together on the table in front of him. Both of their plates are forgotten now in the midst of their conversation.

Sasuke blinks. Once and then again.

“No,” he mutters, but even he knows it’s not a particularly convincing refutal. 

“It’s okay to be upset,” Itachi insists, and it’s irritating to Sasuke that his brother can be so calm at a time like this. That he can remain so even-tempered when he feels like there’s a sea sloshing in his empty stomach, battering against his ribs like waves against a rocky coast.

“I’m not upset,” Sasuke snaps again, and it’s even more damning than his earlier reply. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his seat once more, fixing his eyes on the curtain that hangs around the food stall to distract himself from his brother’s concerned gaze.

A few more moments of silence pass between the two brothers, and Itachi takes this opportunity to pluck another rice dumpling off this skewer and into his mouth, and then swallows another sip of tea to wash it down. Sasuke keeps his eyes focused anywhere but the man in front of him.

“Mom always said you can’t have babies until you’re thirty,” Sasuke finally mutters quietly, and Itachi perks up at the sound of his brother’s voice.

The eldest clears his throat a little, wiping at his mouth with his napkin again. “Well, it’s not so much that you can’t have children until you’re thirty but more so—“

“You aren’t even married,” Sasuke goes on to add, before his brother has even finished his own thought, his eyes meeting Itachi’s across the table that stretches between them.

Itachi pauses, his lips closing as he considers his response.

“I hope to marry her before the baby comes.”

Sasuke’s eyes widen again, that same nauseated feeling rolling through him with renewed vigour.

Marriage?

“Sasuke, you’re only sixteen, I don’t expect you to fully understand this yet,” Itachi says softly. “But this really is good news. Happy news. You’re going to be an uncle.”

“What if I don’t want to be an uncle?” the youngest snaps before he can really think the words through.

For just a moment, there’s a flash of hurt on Itachi’s face—so brief and fleeting that anyone else would have missed the subtle shift in his eyes. But Sasuke doesn’t. He knows his brother too well. He feels a swell of regret immediately rise in the pit of his stomach as soon as he realizes it.

“I’m sorry, Sasuke,” Itachi says, his hands resting on the table in front of him. “I should have waited to tell you until I was better prepared. I know this must be a shock.” He watches his little brother carefully, his expression unreadable. “But you don’t get to decide whether you want to be an uncle or not, any more than you got to choose whether you wanted to be my brother. You just are.”

Sasuke peeks up at Itachi, a faintest ghost of a pout on his lips. The elder can’t help but find it funny that for all the ways his little brother has changed over the past sixteen years, he’s the same in all the ways that matter. 

The younger of the two seems to mull these words over for a moment, weighing their undeniable truth. Eventually he sighs, his shoulders slumping a little, and he reaches idly for one of the skewers of dumplings in front of him.

“So… when is the baby gonna be here?” 

Itachi laughs lightly, and Sasuke glances at him when he hears it. The elder reaches for his tea again, taking a sip.

“They'll be born in the spring.”

It feels too soon, Sasuke can’t help but think. Too near and too far away all at once, like both only a day and an eternity to wait.

Sasuke chews on the sweet, sticky dango for want of anything else to do—he doesn’t like the taste, or the way it clings to his teeth each time he presses them down into it. He gives up on trying to find the confection palatable, taking a long drink of his own cup of tea—now closer to room temperature than he likes it—to wash it down.

“Where will it sleep?” Sasuke asks next, and Itachi can tell that he’s trying to keep his voice light and nonchalant—but it still comes across as brittle.

“I thought I’d give them your room.”

Sasuke’s eyes flash angrily to his older brother, but the look of quiet amusement that meets him tells him the remark was made only in jest. It makes him pout again.

“Though, our apartment is quite small to accommodate two more,” Itachi notes aloud, almost more to himself than anything.

“Two more?” Sasuke asks, perplexed. “It’s twins?”

Itachi poorly conceals a laugh behind his closed fist, wincing when he sees the way this seems to irritate his brother more. 

“No, no,” the elder replies, “but you see…”

“There you two are!”

The curtain of the food stall lifts, and Sasuke’s head turns instinctively towards the sound of your voice as you slip beneath the slip of fabric you’ve gently ushered back. There’s a wide, warm smile on your face, and a glow in your cheeks that neither young man is certain has always been there—but which undeniably suits you. You approach their table, gently ruffling Sasuke’s hair in that way you always do and that no one else could possibly get away with—the teen is so shocked that even if he wanted to bat your hand away he doesn’t have the chance before you’ve already slipped away to stand behind his brother.

Your smile dips a little as you survey the scene before you.

“Itachi,” you say softly, the corners of your mouth well and truly turning down. The eldest Uchiha tilts his head back to peer up towards where you stand above him, the crown of his head resting resting against you. Your eyes are fixed to the table and the plates in front of the brothers, but they quickly flicker to meet the ones staring up at you curiously. “Did you two even eat dinner?”

Itachi glances quickly at Sasuke, who returns the look with an equally panicked one of his own.

You groan, your hands coming to rest on Itachi’s shoulders and shaking him gently. “You two are impossible.”

“It was my idea,” Itachi says, apologetic but resolute. “I’m sure Sasuke would have preferred a proper meal.”

You shoot a pointed look at the man below you, and then turn your gaze to the teen across the table once more. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask him, your head tilting to the side as any trace of condemnation evaporates from your tone. Itachi likes the way you talk to Sasuke—neither like a child, nor necessarily with the frankness of a peer. You speak to him with care, but due respect, in a balance that Itachi seems to struggle to accomplish himself, most days.  

“I’m fine,” Sasuke replies coolly, but his stomach has a knack for honesty where he does not, as the remark is immediately punctuated with a very noticeable grumble. His cheeks stain pink as he averts his gaze dourly in the wake of the betrayal.

You chuckle a little to yourself, squeezing Itachi’s shoulders. “How about I go on ahead and see what I can scrape together in your kitchen?"

"Have you already eaten?" Itachi asks. "Why don't you join us here?"

"I’m starving, but the thought of dango…” Both brothers watch a flash of discomfort race behind your eyes.

Itachi reaches up and places one of his hands over yours upon his shoulder, a gentle, knowing touch, and Sasuke watches the unconscious gesture curiously. You and Itachi share a look that seems to speak without words, to communicate something even in its silence. You nod, smiling a bit, and then step away.

“We’ll be home soon,” Itachi assures you as you head towards the curtain and the street that waits for you on the other side.

“Hurry, or I can’t promise what food will be left,” you call back over your shoulder with a grin, lifting one hand in a lazy wave. Sasuke notices only as you turn to leave the way the other is tucked gently against your stomach, cradling and protective.

He looks down at the plate of dumplings in front of him—at the way the kinako powder clings to the sticky surface of each round treat, darkening in the places where it’s melted into the moisture of the rice dough but still a pale brown in the places it’s dusted on thickest. He finds it all wholly unappetizing—and not just because he doesn’t have a sweet tooth.

"Sasuke."

The youngest Uchiha—though not for much longer now, he realizes—refuses to lift his gaze, even though his brother's tone is insistent.

Itachi sighs.

"Let's head home."

The walk back to Itachi and Sasuke's home lacks the tranquility of their earlier journey. There's something heavy now in the autumn air—something more stifling than summer heat, more bitter than winter's biting cold. Sasuke's feet drag with every step, a weight building in his stomach that threatens to cement him into place.

"She cares for you very much, you know."

Itachi's words only weigh him down further. Sasuke keeps his eyes on the street as he walks, and doesn't offer any response to the statement his brother has made. Itachi's lips purse a little as he considers what to say next.

"You were the first thing she brought up, after she told me. She said that you needed to know right away. That it couldn't wait. That you needed to know, no matter what."

Sasuke stops walking.

His hands are balled into fists at his side.

"Needed as much notice as possible to kick me out, huh?"

Itachi stops walking too.

"What are you talking about?"

"That's what this is, right? You're telling me that I need to get out to make room for that girl and that... thing."

"Sasuke—"

"I get it," Sasuke brushes off his brother's attempt to interject. "I get it. I'll be out before the spring when it gets here. You and your new fam—"

A sharp pain blooms in the centre of Sasuke's forehead, so unexpected it makes his head snap up in shock. Itachi stands before him, the hand he'd just used to flick him still outstretched. There's an expression Sasuke's not used to seeing on his brother's face. Hurt, maybe. Anger, even.

"First of all," Itachi says, his voice stern. "There's no thing. That's my baby. Your niece or nephew. Stop calling them 'it'."

Sasuke's jaw clenches.

"And secondly: you're not going anywhere."

There's a tense beat of silence that passes between the brothers. Suddenly, Sasuke notices that it's like all the wind in Konoha has vanished. The dusky streets around them are so still. So silent. It's like they're the only two people left in all the village.

"But you said—"

"Sasuke," Itachi steps forward slightly. "You're my brother. My blood. My home will always be your home. Always."

Sasuke's fists tremble as they hang at his sides. The tide in his stomach swells, overtaking his chest.

"And my wife and my child are your family, too. They'll care for you the same way I do. Any home we share will be equally yours, without question."

"You don't know that," Sasuke says, and he hates the way his voice sounds. Hates how childish and small he feels.

"I do," Itachi insists. "Of course I do."

"How?"

There's a soft breeze that brushes past the Uchiha brothers, then. A gentle wind that threatens to carry Sasuke's meekly rasped question away with it. It's quiet for a moment as the word hangs in between them, and then Itachi places a hand on Sasuke's shoulder—warm, reassuring, familiar.

"Because I wouldn't want it any other way."

[hearts0hearts]

Hii! Can you write fic itachi x fem Reader soulmate au? So itachi after his fight with sasuke, he didn’t die but on critic conditions. Then, reader found him in forest and decide to take him in. Without itachi knowing, reader was half uchiha that born and raised outside konoha. Thank you!

𖧁୧ ꪗ𝑜u 𝑓ᧉᧉ𐑚 liᴋꫀ ℋ𝒪Mℰ ˎˊ˗

Pairing ; Itachi x fem!Half-Uchiha!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Summary ; you’ve lived your whole life in the quiet woods, the half-uchiha daughter of a mother who ran from a past you never knew. one night, a bleeding man collapses outside your cabin, and when you touch him, something in your soul shifts. you don’t know his name yet, but he feels like yours.

TW ; blood/injury (non-graphic but described), emotional vulnerability/grief, light angst, themes of loneliness and trauma,, light fluff at the end ofc

A/N ; thank u for requesting ꒰ @itsao-mine !!ヾ(๑╹◡<)ﾉ" ꒱ i love soulmate au's sm istg its so cute aaaaa,,

Words ; 4.1k

A few embers glowed on the hearth. In your little cabin, they cast long, carelessly wavering shadows. You tucked your knees into a curling posture very nicely. Set your chin upon it while staring into the flames, as if it revealed all those secrets or answered the few questions that you ventured out with. The woods remained quiet as usual. A stillness that had grown over the years and became part of your life, something you became accustomed to. Or so you thought.

In truth, you were pressed into a second skin by loneliness.

Your fingers played mindlessly along the edge of the old blanket that hung over you, the frays at the edges reminding you of the memories it carried. Your mother's blanket. She was the one who took you into this wood long before you could walk. Fleeing from a life into a village you had only known through her bitter, nostalgic tales, a place called Konoha. Once, she'd loved someone there. A man with dark eyes and a heavy name, a man too good to leave his duty behind even for her. And so, with you growing in her belly, she'd left instead.

The cabin had been built by her hands, worn but sturdy. Teachings of all the things you knew, to patch a roof, to grow herbs, to read the stars she had given you. And when she grew sick, too sick for both of you to understand, you sat by her bed, holding hands as she faded like smoke on the wind. 

You shifted closer to the fire, looking for warmth, that hardly remembered the hollow cold in your chest. Beyond the tree line, a storm was brewing, the earth felt tense and low, the wind whistled sharply against the walls of the cabin. Deep, gnawing restlessness twisted and clawed within your bones. 

You weren't sure how long you sat there in the old blanket half gone everywhere in space where memories pulled, but then, the snap.

Crack. 

You snapped upright. Your heart hammered, and you froze, listening. The forest, usually so careful and quiet, seemed to hold its breath. Another sound drifted to your ears. A slow, wretched drag of footsteps; something or someone was moving with unsteady effort through the trees. 

You rose to your feet before you could think, blanket slipping from your shoulders to a puddle forgotten on the floor. A cold certainty settled into your gut.

Someone was out there…

And they were hurt.

The cold air clawed against your skin in a rush as you blew out, mist rising just above the forest floor. You paused on the porch, standing like a statue for a heartbeat under the heavy night, and then launched yourself into the trees. Instinct was stronger than consciousness; a deeper-than-thought pull seemed to guide your every footfall toward that noise you had caught on the wind. 

He lay a short distance from the cabin, crumpled among the roots of an ancient cedar. 

A man.

Your breath caught in your throat. Sprawled across the floor with one arm tucked beneath him, his body alarmingly pale, ribbons of moonlight cut across him, revealing torn clothes as blood seeped out through the fabric, skin ghostly white beneath streaks of dirt and crimson. Dropped to your knees beside him, hovering your hands for a frantic second before daring to touch.

His wrist was slick with blood, but you pressed your fingers there, searching for a pulse,

please, please, please-

It struck you like lightning. The very moment your skin met with his, a sharp, undeniable pull from some deep place inside you snapped into place, like two halves of the same soul finding each other in the dark.

He groaned faintly, a weak sound that jolted you back into motion. ‘Focus.’ You swallowed hard. ‘Focus. Help him now.’  Driven by some unnamed pull, more like fate than choice, you hooked your arms under his, gritting your teeth as you drag him up with all the strength you could muster. He is heavier than he looks, his body limp against yours, every few steps feeling like an impossible battle. Still, you refused to let go. Not when something inside you screamed that he needed you.

Somehow, using sheer will and the whisper of a promise deep into your bones, you got him inside and kicked the door shut behind you with your foot.

You haul him onto the bed, your bed, and lay him as gently as you can. His breathing is unsteady. Every shallow rise and fall of his chest. You kneel at his bedside, brushing aside the strands hanging across his forehead. "please…" you whisper, the voice cracking under its weight, "d-don't die." The fire crackles on, unseen, as you turn toward your supplies, ready to fight fate with everything you had.

Time was now a blurring, quiet rhythm, tending, watching, and waiting. He slept most of the time, having been far too shattered as a human body could be. There were deep wounds, a gash crudely stitched across his torso, bruises blossoming dark over his bones. You have tried your best cleaning and bandaging with trembling fingers, whispering soft apologies once in a while when he flinched. 

You didn't talk to him much at first, just used words to fill the silence, an anxious hum of words with him. You would tell him about the weather, the stories your mother used to tell you, all of those little nothings just to keep the crushing loneliness at bay. But at some point, it turned around. Those words turned into something else hopes, offerings, confessions never spoken before. 

Sometimes he would twitch in sleep, and his hand would brush across two fingers in reaching out instinctively, the way a person would do to find something. Someone.

At other times when you leaned in to check his temperature, he would calm his breathing, and the tension on his brow would give in to the proximity of your presence, as if he were much better soothed by such medicine than actual medicinal treatment. Now, every time, you hated the reaction of your heart. He pondered while pacing the cabin with empty fists, ruminating over how much guilt was gnawing at him inside. It was illogical. It wasn't rational. It wasn't secure. But when you sat by his bedside at night, drawn back again and again despite yourself, you would look at him, so still, so battered by a world you didn't know, and the ache inside you would whisper: "I can't let him go." It was on that fifth night when everything changed. The fire had burned low, and you sat in the battered chair drawn up closer to the poor little bed with arms around your knees, half dozing, half listening to the soft sound of his breathing.

Then a shift slight enough to snap your eyes wide open. You raised your head just as he was doing. His eyelids, heavy but finally at long last opening fully dark, unfathomable eyes found you across the scant distance, pinning you there, sharp, piercing, and terrifyingly clear. Like he knew you. Like he had always known you. You forgot how to breathe. The world outside the cabin might as well have ceased to exist. Only him. Only you. Only the invisible thread between you, pulled taut, unbreakable.

Next couple of Days were strange. Mostly, you found him sleeping, his body broken and breathing weak. He stirred sometimes, between dream and fever dream. You tended over him, as patient as you had once been with your mother long ago, hands gentler than you knew you could be. 

You had never known his name. Did not know what battle had torn him up or lost him to. Did not know if he was dangerous.

And that terrified you.

Even now, your brain whispered caution against the impulse of your soul...

At night, you found yourself next to the bed, curled with your knees against your chest in the chair, very close to the fire. You had told yourself it was just keeping watch, but you would not even dare to continue believing that lie. 

There were moments, little things chipping away at your fear.

Sometimes his fingers would twitch in sleep. slow, reaching, even just the two faintly curling toward the edge of the mattress, toward your hand. As though he had been trying to touch something that wasn't there. 

His breathing changed whenever you came here to visit him when he was not sleeping. 

His eyes, as dark as midnight and unreadable, were wide open. Watching. 

The breath caught in your throat.

Now, with his silence compelling him, he stood still. Without words. He didn't have to, not with those eyes that followed every breath you took, every tremble in your fingers as you clutched there the wooden bowl you'd brought for him. You would think there would be a threat, a question, violence perhaps. Instead... silence. As if he listened for something more important than words. Like your heartbeat alone had told him what he needed to know.

Setting the bowl down, you took a step back, unsure. This man, whoever he was, had bled out on your floor just a few days ago. Skin too pale, frame all too weak. There was power in him; you felt it with every breath. But you could not dread him. Not really. Not with the knowledge that he looked at you as if he had known you from somewhere beyond this world.

Those days that came afterwards saw that silence shared between you shrivel into something even more significant, not awkward, but gravitas.

He spoke hardly and mostly,

"Thank you."

In a gentle, attuned raspy voice. Low murmurs escaped his lips, swallowed by pain. But somehow, what the eyes said was enough for their mouths not to sell anything short.

You fed him whenever his hands trembled too much. Without a single word of objection. Cleaned up the blood on his hands and dressed the wound, her hands steady despite the tightening in her chest every time her fingers brushed against his skin. Long after, a dull heat remained, pulsing low and confused in the tummy.

At times, he caught you enthralled by him. Not out of suspicion. Just in confirmation. As you were feeling it, too. Such burning sensations when his fingers touched yours. The breath hitched in your throat when your knees bumped against him while you were reaching to set the bed. His breath… calming. You swore you felt his heart skip a beat in your proximity. It was even worse when you sometimes couldn't stand the wild thumping of your own heartbeats. Because it would start racing each time he was around. Yet you did not know him. There were reasons for you to be afraid of him. It was only too evident he could crush you if he wanted to. But he didn't. 

He listened when you spoke, mostly soft things, idle observations about the trees or the rain, sometimes quiet truths that clung to the air too long after. But more than your words, he gave you something deeper. Silence that didn’t suffocate. Trust, in its rawest, quietest form. Some nights, you’d curl up near his bedside, arms hugging your knees, the firelight casting rippling shadows across his still frame. Even in sleep, his chakra stirred, powerful, yes, but… gentle. It brushed against yours with a strange familiarity, like two songs in the same key. Resonant. Familiar. Like a memory.

And it made you think of your father.

The way your chakra never quite fit the woods, the way your mother’s did. The way she always avoided questions about your bloodline, about why your eyes flickered dark sometimes, just on the edge of red. She said it was nothing. Just fatigue. Just nerves. But the old scrolls said otherwise. The fading Uchiha crest was tucked beneath broken seals and forgotten things. The name you didn’t carry, but still wore like a shadow.

You felt it in the pause between his breaths when you steadied your chakra with one hand, felt it in the weight of his stare when you leaned too close in the dim glow. He said nothing, not at first. But that night, when your fingers brushed while passing him a cup of water, he spoke.

“Where did you learn to control your chakra like that?”

You hesitated, eyes flicking to your hands as if they might answer for you. “My mother taught me the basics,” you murmured. “But the rest… I don’t know. It just felt right. Like something I already knew.”

He didn’t look away. Even bandaged and half lit by the fire, his gaze was cutting, quiet, but precise. “That’s not something you learn. That’s instinct.”

You didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched between you, gentle but heavy. Eventually, you said something, like you wanted to tell him this: “I’ve…heard stories about people who could see through illusions. Who could trap you in their gaze..? About a village hidden in the leaves, and a clan whose eyes turned red like fire when they were pushed too far…”

His eyes stayed on you, unreadable. “And you believe those stories?”

You exhaled, softer now. “I don’t know,” you said again, quieter this time. Silence came again. This time longer. You decided to break through once again, feeling something urging you to speak, “...when I sleep, I see things I can’t explain.”

He didn’t interrupt.

You folded your hands in your lap, voice like breath against the firelight. “Crows. A sky full of them, circling overhead. Red clouds, too. And a voice I’ve never heard in my waking life... calling my name like it’s always known it.”

There was a pause. Not of disbelief, but of recognition. Of something unsaid pressing between you both.

Neither of you said your names. Neither asked the other to.

But something in the way he looked at you… said he’d heard that voice, too.

Outside that night, the wind howled long and mournfully. Cold and sharp as though the world beyond the trees had claws and teeth. You were curled in the old chair by the fire, blanket about your shoulders, your eyes shut but your mind spinning.

He looked at you. His breath caught in his throat before he turned to look at the ceiling. He stared long, debating within himself, before the words slipped from him, low and fragile,

"You feel like home."

You didn't move. Not even a breath escaped you. But your heart, traitorous, aching thing, rose in your chest, and for the first time in years... you didn't feel like you were alone.

There are now moments, small, glittering moments, when it felt like time had stopped.

The cabin belongs to someone other than you. Where the wind outside softens, the silence between breaths becomes less than the ache.

He was casting glances in your direction. Propped against the pillows now, colour was gradually returning to his face, though movement still seemed stiff. You had adjusted his bandages and tucked the blankets around his shoulders, receiving a soft,

"Thank you," in return.

And when your hands brushed against each other, for longer this time, he did not withdraw.

And neither did you. 

You should have felt happy, relieved that he was healing, that with every breath, he could remain alive even further away from death. But your chest went heavier with each passing day. Because with every step he took toward recovery, he stepped an inch closer to departure. 

Departure? Then you are left alone. 

Completely. 

You had spent most of your life in silence, a hollow, echoing quiet. You had made yourself believe that you did not need anyone; that you were alright, alone, and that it was safer. 

He shattered that illusion just by existing. 

Somehow, he had pried open something deep within you: something long slumbering and in pain. When you fed him, there was another feeding deep inside you, an appetite so deep you had not even known it carried a name; something more gratifying than dinner, the evenings spent sitting up with him, absorbing the sound of the wood splitting in the warmth of the fireplace, with a feeling of completeness that never before existed. Not even in those days when your mother was still alive. 

He filled up all the dark places in your heart. Completed it. Matched the shape of your craving.

And now, having felt it, the warmth, the rightness, the thought of losing it again became intolerable. That night, when the moon rose silver and cold above the trees, you stepped outside without saying anything. You didn’t want him to see you like this, breaking. You sat on the old bench just beyond the porch, knees drawn to your chest. The forest swayed gently, peacefully, but your chest was burning. The tears came before you could prepare for them, soft, but then heavier and harder-not just sorrow but grief-for something you hadn’t even lost yet. “I don’t want to be alone again,” you whispered into your palms. “Not after this. Not after him.” Footsteps. You went still, wiped your cheeks fast, but it was too late. He was standing there, not close, not too far away. Dressed in one of your cloaks, still pale but strong enough. His eyes softened when they met yours, and for a moment, he just stood there. Then he stepped closer. You turned away, ashamed of your tears. "Sorry," you whispered. "I just needed air." He didn't answer. He sat beside you instead, slow, careful, and silent. A long beat passed, the atmosphere weighed down with all the things left unsaid. "I know you'll leave," you said finally, with a cracking voice. "You'll heal, and then you'll be gone. And I will go back to being no one. Alone in a house that was only warm when you were in it." His breath hitched quietly.

Your arms wrapped around yourself. "I don't even know you! Not really… But when I touched you, when I brought you in...I felt something. Like...something in me woke up, and now it won't stop hurting." 

You wiped away another tear, your voice growing raspy. "Why the hell does it hurt so much? I don't even know who you are!!!" 

You turned to face him, really turned, finally seeing his eyes through all the blur. "I just don't want you to go…" you said softly. "It’s- It's selfish! But I don’t want to lose the only person who has ever made me feel like I'm not...half of something." 

Itachi's eyes were no longer cold.

"I feel it too," he said softly. "From the very beginning." 

Your breath caught. 

"When you touched me...I felt ‘it’. It was like I had been looking for something without knowing it, and you were that. The pull...it's real."

He stared at his hands. "I didn't know what it was. I thought maybe it was just a product of pain. Or fever. Or something." 

He hesitated for a moment, then dropped his voice to a whisper. "I've done ‘things’. Things that can't be undone. I walked through blood, through shadows. I never thought...I never thought I could be allowed something like this." 

Then his eyes rose to meet yours again, slowly, searching, waiting.

"If I told you about the darkness inside of me… would you still look at me like I’m the Sun?"

Your heart cracked, soft and loud all at once.

And even though your hand trembled as you reached for him, you didn’t hesitate.

He didn’t flinch.

You placed your fingers over his heart, still tears clinging to your lashes. 

"I think I now understand...you were never meant to be alone," you whispered. "Neither was I." 

And for the first time since either of you could remember... the ache in your soul finally subsided. 

The night held its peace once again, and yet it did not feel empty. 

Seated beside him, knees almost touching, hands close but not touching. The forest surrounding the cabin was whispering as it always did.

Then his hand moved. 

Slowly, almost deliberately, and barely holding steady, it traversed the space between you. His fingers linked with yours, and just then, both of you inhaled as if this had been the first breath either had ever taken. 

His palm was so warm on yours,. It was rough yet gentle, and something deeper was moved, something primitive, something fiery with life just beneath the skin.

A mild warmth appeared where your hands touched. Light, soft, and silver, like the ghost of moonlight drifting through fog, slipped through your linked fingers. You gasped lightly, and his grip on your hand became stronger. 

Soulmate mark. 

Not a brand. Not a curse.

Older than either of you. 

Turning to him, for he was already looking, already combing your face as if he had been silently memorizing it. 

"I thought I had to die alone," he said softly, his voice cracking at the edges. "I thought that was the price of what I did in that this world...this bond...would never be mine." 

You could not breathe. 

"But if you're mine," he murmured, leading your hand gently to his chest, placing it over his heart, "I will live. For you." 

The dam within you cracked. 

You surged forward on instinct, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, and he pulled you close, not hesitating, not resisting, just holding you with a fierce need, as vehement as yours. His head fell to the crook of your neck, warm, tremulous breath tickling your skin. You didn't know who moved first, perhaps both of you, but lips met in the heart of that trembling emotion, a kiss gentle and slow. Soft.

Soft like healing. 

A kiss that tasted of survival. Of finally, finally not being alone.

His palm glided across the back of your head, as if holding on for dear life lest you be spirited away. Your hand quivered over his ribs, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart under your palm. Neither seemed to mind the fact that they were beginning to melt into each other as forests seem to hold their breath just for you.

Slight distance seemed to separate the two of you as just enough room was created to touch your foreheads together. His lashes fluttered down as he stole a glance at you, you felt heartbreakingly close. Quietly, you stole a glance at him as you whispered your question that had been living in you since the day he had fallen near your cabin.

"What is your name?"

A pause. Then he said it. 

"Itachi."

It echoed somewhere low and quiet, like a prayer, inside of you. It fitted. As if some part of you already knew. You cried as you smiled. Exhaling a breath,

 you said, 

"I'm (Y/N)."

He slightly parted his lips. His gaze grew soft, deeper, and more open than you had ever seen. He spoke the name as if he had known it all along. And maybe he had. Maybe souls veiled and whisked the name into each other long before the two bodies could meet. No need for last names. No need to bother with histories or bloodlines or questions. 

You just knew.

It was him. And it was you. That was enough. 

"I never thought," you began, your voice trembling, "that I would find something like this."

His fingers trailed down your spine, grounding you. "Neither did I."

You buried your face into his shoulder for a moment, you felt overwhelmed. There were still questions. There was still darkness to cross. For the present, it didn't matter. Not tonight. You and he sat on the bench wrapped around one another, stars blinking away quietly overhead. He was still healing. And you were still afraid. But under the hurt, something warm was now inside, living, rooting itself between your ribs. Hope.

Later, as you helped him back inside, arm slung around your shoulders, his warmth breathing the air at your temple, he leaned just slightly into you, like it was natural. Like he belonged there. You got him settled in your bed again, blankets tucked carefully around him, and as you stood to leave, his hand reached out and caught yours again. "Stay," he whispered. You nodded, and without a word, you slipped beneath the blanket beside him. You didn't touch at first- just laid there in the quiet dark, breaths syncing like a lullaby. Then his fingers found yours again. Brushed them, lingered, then threaded between them fully. "I don't know what happens now," you murmured. "Neither do I," he said, voice almost too quiet to hear. "But I want it to be with you." And just like that, the ache inside you softened again. “two souls are sometimes created together & in love before they’re even born” - f. scott fitzgerald

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[calxsha]

“𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓” 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢,

ミ★ ୨୧ Introduction | ୨୧ the Sharingan Hood

─☆﹔ 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗴𝘀 :: 𝖨𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾 － 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 － 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖠𝖴 － 𝖲𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 －

─☆﹔Skyfall - Adele

You wanted to throw up.

Itachi's rotting corpse laid in front of you.

"Beloved, I promise to return to you." A broken promise.

You were the one returning to him. To his side, even as he laid lifeless on the ground. "I'm here now Itachi, please wake up." No response. As you thought. Until a raindrop fell on your cheek, the heavens cried with you, for you. A black feather flew before your eyes as your heard a crow call out above you before flying further away. The feather landed on Itachi's wound. A deep wound in his stomach. One made by his younger brother Sasuke.

"You promised." Your voice cracked as your knees gave out and you fell on your knees besides your husband. "You promised, damnit." You smacked his chest, though without any strength. "How could you?!" The tears wouldn't stop, how could he leave you?

He always held you close whenever you cried and he'd whisper sweet nothings while holding your cheeks and whiping away those tears he hated. "You're my everything. In fact, I'm the one unworhty of you." All because you were the only Uchiha who didn't know about the coup. You and his little brother.

You had just gotten married, but it seems fate didn't care.

"I love you."

You muttered as you picked up the kunai, pressing it to your heart.

ミ★ ©Calxsha 2025

𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 | 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 | 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌

[saintrocklee]

🌸 FLOWER SHOP AU 🌸

you work in a tattoo shop. itachi owns a flower shop. these two things don’t typically coincide but there’s art in everything and sometimes comfort comes from the unknown.

itachi x reader strangers to lovers, mention of tattooing & needles, mutual pining, slow burn and soft moments, inside jokes, this is purely to comfort and give happy feelings 🌸

part one | part two | part three | part four

[blindsighted]

"I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me."

I will hurt you more deeply than anyone else can, and this is my gift to you. The means through which you must now survive are rooted in this suffering. To live is to suffer, but after the wave has passed, you will be stronger for having known the weight of it.

Sorry Sasuke ... You don't have to forgive me.