#kakashi/oc

[baba-the-fool]

Finally had time to draw a lil something so I present some fanart of one of my fav fics, A Good Match, by @lemony-snickers !!

I’ve been meaning to draw something for this for soooo long but I’ve just never been able to make something satisfactory. It’s not perfect, and I took some liberty with design and the period of the piece (I always envisioned it to be in the 1860’s), but I hope this at least captures some of the essence of the story.

This piece also features my OC, Maeko, since the fic is a reader insert story. I don’t think I quite captured her perfectly, but again— the essence.

I hope u all enjoy and pls check out lemony’s story!! It’s a truly tender and loving fic that I hold dear to my heart :’) (Full warning, A Good Match is +18 and rated explicit so proceed with that information accordingly.)

[fullmetalhearted]

CHAPTER UPDATE

Deeper Than Ink | Chapter 11 | Tongue Tied

READ HERE

“But wouldn’t we bother you?” Sakura asks. “My mom would go crazy.”

“Not at all,” Shuniku says with a smile, “back when I was a genin, my team always ate dinner together. Usually it’s the sensei who starts that sort of tradition, though.” She couldn’t help it, she had to say it.

Naruto kicks her under the table. Still worth it, though.

“Usually,” Kakashi repeats after her, “it’s the sensei’s wife who helps with that, though. And I don’t have one, as you would know.”

“Oh,” Shuniku says, feeling petulant, but she still helps Kakashi to some dumplings he was reaching for, acting all nice so Naruto doesn’t find a reason to kick her again. “Maybe you should get one then. Maybe she can teach you how to treat your little students to a bowl of ramen after training.”

“Maybe,” Kakashi says, happily filling his plate with dumplings, “but I’m not sure it would feel like a proper team dinner to me, if you didn’t somehow sneak your way into it.”

His tone is teasing, but Shuniku feels hot with anger.

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Naruto was the only family she had left. So when “friend-killer” Kakashi Hatake, of all people, is chosen as her nephew’s sensei, Shuniku is far from pleased.

Kakashi however, although annoyed, refuses to give in to her overprotective pestering.

______

AU in which Naruto is raised by an Uzumaki.

Kakashi/OC, Slow Burn, "Enemies" to Friends to Lovers

[AO3]

[luukka]

I was watching iCarly and I don't know I felt nostalgic

Ok so yeah I messed up Kakashi and Sakura original outfit but uh- they still look nice, yes ?

I haven't draw them since 2019 SIX YEAAARS that's so long ago 😭

I love Naruto and Sakura dynamic, I don't care what people say they will never make me hate her 😤❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[sasukeuchiha-24]

Kakashi Hatake 🪷🍃

[konoharfts]

Everyone gather! It’s-

Nart Art Dump Time!

Enjoy :) (image explanation under the cut)

I’m back on my BS again so I have a backlog of fandom art from the past couple of months teehee :)

Naruto was my first hyper fixation media and now 10 years later I’m back on that grind baybee~

Anyways, for those who care here’s an explanation for the pictures, since most are hyper specific lmao:

Image 1: random Sakura doodles. Includes toxic yuri SasuSaku and my interpretation of Sakura’s chuunin exam outfit in the fic Pulling My Weight on AO3 (I’m pretty sure it’s by itschoccopuff)

Image 2: fem Sasuke again because I have the disease (lesbianism)

Image 3: OCs for a Naruto themed TTRPG mainly set during Minato’s Hokagedom I play with my brothers. Our party is so dumb I love them. From left to right we got Arashi Uzumaki, his twin Ichigo Uzumaki, and Shisui’s older sister Kiri Uchiha, then on the bottom we got Kakashi (I drew him first so he looks incredibly rough woops)

Image 4: Sasuke in ANBU as Hawk (yes this is a reference to Dreaming of Sunshine by Silver Queen on FF.net)

Image 5: More DoS fanart teehee. I just wanted to draw how I imagined the lucky 7 in the later chapters

Okay now I go disappear again for 6 more months byeee~~

[bonanza-tact]

Kkir fankid bc i love them sm

Hatake Kohari, born during the interlude

[arabella0001]

Kakashi Hatake and the quiet ways he shows he cares

Kakashi Hatake, who pretends not to notice when you’re struggling with something, but subtly adjusts his schedule or actions to make things easier for you, as if by accident.

Kakashi Hatake, who somehow always knows when you’re about to trip or drop something, steadying you with a quick hand, muttering, “Careful now,” like it wasn’t instinctual.

Kakashi Hatake, who lends you one of his worn books, casually pointing out his favorite passages, even though it’s his way of letting you see a piece of himself.

Kakashi Hatake, who avoids openly affectionate gestures in public but stands just a little closer to you, his presence acting as a silent shield.

Kakashi Hatake, who fixes the little things without making a big deal out of it—tightening the strap on your bag or adjusting your umbrella on a rainy day—and then moves on as if nothing happened.

Kakashi Hatake, who notices your favorite flowers and occasionally surprises you with one, leaving it where he knows you’ll find it.

Kakashi Hatake who makes quiet mornings more peaceful, handing you a cup of perfectly brewed tea without saying a word, his presence grounding even in silence.

Kakashi Hatake, who listens intently when you talk, his gaze soft and unwavering, even when he pretends he’s only half-paying attention.

Kakashi Hatake, who insists on walking you almost anywhere, brushing it off with a simple, “It’s on my way,” even though it’s clearly not.

Kakashi Hatake, who sits with you under the stars after a long day, offering advice just if you need—just the quiet reassurance that he’s there, and he always will be.

another smau with kakashi

sasuke one

naruto one

[mikdoodles]

my og pookie 🖤

a little sketch page because i missed him

[aheonynan]

one more post before I go to bed

[gesturesweirdly]

*t4ts your kakagai*

[baba-the-fool]

eepy eepy 🫧

[fullmetalhearted]

CHAPTER UPDATE

Deeper Than Ink | Chapter 7 | As it was

READ HERE

It was their lunch break and she was sitting with Rin and Obito at their shared desk in their academy classroom, sharing the edamame Obito’s granny grew in her garden.

“Yeah, we really lucked out, right Obito?” Rin agreed, sending a happy smile Obito’s way.

At the mention of his name, Obito, who was sitting cross-legged on their desk, because he seemed unable to ever sit like a normal person, looked up from the bowl of leftover curry he was finishing for Shuniku. “I don’t see why we should feel lucky to be in a team with Kakashi, that guy’s the worst.”

“Don’t be mean,” Rin chided.

“He’s just upset, because this makes Kakashi the talented person on your team,” Shuniku drawled. “His Uchiha pride must be hurt.”

_____

Naruto was the only family she had left. So when “friend-killer” Kakashi Hatake, of all people, is chosen as her nephew’s sensei, Shuniku is far from pleased.

Kakashi however, although annoyed, refuses to give in to her overprotective pestering.

______

AU in which Naruto is raised by an Uzumaki.

Kakashi/OC, Slow Burn, "Rivals" to Friends to Lovers

[AO3]

[kankuroplease]

At home with the Hatake Family 🖤

[sasukeuchiha-24]

Kakashi Hatake

[abbi111]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐲

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Kunoichi!Reader

Tags: Established relationship, intimate, fluff, possessiveness, emotionally charged, quiet tension, canon

Blood dotted the dirt, soaking into the ground in slow, heavy drops. The fight was over, but the tension hadn’t left your body yet. It clung to you like smoke.

Sasuke stood a few paces ahead, shoulders stiff, katana lowered. He wasn’t breathing heavily, but you could see the way his chest rose—slow, deliberate. Controlled. Always in control.

Except his right hand was a mess. Swollen. Bruised deep beneath the skin, fingers just barely curled like he was trying not to let you see how badly it hurt.

“Sasuke,” you called out, moving toward him. “Your hand—”

“It’s nothing.”

That was the first lie.

You stopped in front of him, close enough to see the blood drying at his temple, the sweat sticking his hair to his jaw. His eyes weren’t on you. They were scanning—always checking for a threat. But when they landed on you, they didn’t leave.

“You blocked a blade with it. That’s not ‘nothing.’”

“I’ve had worse.”

Another lie. You could see it in how he was holding himself—tight, just a little off.

You stepped closer, reached out gently. “Let me see it.”

He didn’t pull away, but his whole arm tensed the moment your fingers brushed his. A sharp breath escaped him when you pressed a little too close to the bruised area.

You looked up at him, quiet.

“You keep doing this,” you said softly. “Throwing yourself in front of me.”

He didn’t answer at first. You thought maybe he wasn’t going to. Then his voice dropped—low and rough, like it scraped its way out of his throat.

“Because no one touches you and walks away.”

It hit you like a punch to the chest.

Your fingers stilled on his wrist. You weren’t sure what hurt more—the way he said it, or how much you knew he meant it.

“I’m not a thing, Sasuke,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t have to protect me like I’m some possession.”

“I know that.”

He finally looked at you—really looked at you. His expression hadn’t changed much, but there was something cracked behind his eyes. Something raw.

“I just… I can’t help it,” he said. “It’s not about owning you. It’s just…” He trailed off, jaw tight. “It’s just what I feel.”

You swallowed. His hand was burning under your touch now, the skin angry and purple, but he still hadn’t flinched again. He was too focused on you.

“Sit down,” you said gently, already reaching for your pouch. “I’m wrapping it, whether you want me to or not.”

He crouched down in front of you without a word. Not because he didn’t care—but because you knew he didn’t have the words for moments like this. Sasuke never did.

You started wrapping his hand, working quietly. Every now and then, he watched your face more than what you were doing, like he was trying to memorize the way you looked when you weren’t angry with him.

“You don’t have to keep proving anything,” you said as you wrapped the bandage around his palm. “I already know how you feel. Even if you don’t say it out loud.”

Silence.

Then, after a long pause, he spoke—barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know how to say it without feeling like I’m breaking something.”

You froze for a second, fingers hovering over the knot. Then you looked up at him.

His face was close. Tired, but open in that rare way he only ever gave to you. A little vulnerable. A little lost. But there.

So you leaned in and rested your forehead against his. No kiss. Just the quiet press of skin to skin.

“You’re not breaking anything,” you murmured. “You’re letting me in.”

He didn’t say anything back. But his left hand found your waist, fingers curling just slightly in the fabric of your flak jacket—holding you there. Not tight. Just enough to say he didn’t want you to move.

And you didn’t.

[bonanza-tact]

First day at school for the twins

thanks to @krispyswips for the idea