#papa sasuke

[hanaranjada]

Sasuke was prepared for everything but parenthood 😬

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[setsunasknife]

Do you think Sasuke ever gets incredibly frustrated having only one arm?

I think of when Sasuke and Sakura kissed for the first time, the desire to pull her close AND cup her cheek. Or when they made love for the first time and he struggled with steadying himself with a single arm. Or when he held his daughter for the first time. It is terrifying to hold a baby with two arms, how was he supposed to hold his child with one? Feed her, change her, clothe her, caress her soft face while he lulls her to sleep? How was he supposed to care for their daughter? He deserved to live this way, but again, his choices eat at him when he gazes into his beautiful daughters eyes.

Sakura helps a lot, her medical knowledge providing him with alternatives to care for their child. She taught him holds that both supported Sarada while also feeding her. She was always ready to reposition her so Sasuke was comfortable and didn’t have to worry.

They reassure each other in their parenting, support being what they both needed.

[pinkmirth]

all the uchihas are so fine for no fucking reason

[strengthofmayhem]

himiwari is naruto and hinata’s only child (of divorce) to Me.

[holly-natnicole]

So adorably awesome!!

Sarada training chidori with Sasuke in today's episode

[bestruction]

I was wondering what are your thoughts about how many children sasuke would have and what are their genders, ages and names. Maybe even their personalities and if they were mama's/daddy's girl/boy ( also, can I be 🐈‍⬛)

That's such a sweet thought, 🐈‍⬛️

I believe the answer to the question, "How many kids would he have?" depends mostly on you. He never thought he would go back to the village, rebuild his district, build a life with you, be loved, and be forgiven for everything. These are normal parts of life that he unlearned due to all his trauma and the war.

Your first child was an accident—him coming back from a mission looking way too good for your liking (and when doesn’t he?), mixed with impatient + your and his horny side and forgetting to check for condoms. You two were usually very careful, and he really thought he could pull out... But honestly, you both got too caught up in the moment to think about anything.

When you got a positive pregnancy test a few months later, he was down for whatever you wanted to do.

Do you want to keep it? Then he's supporting you.

You don't want to keep it? Then he's supporting you.

You were the most important thing in his life. Of course, he was ready to follow whatever you decided. When you chose to go through with the pregnancy, I swear to god, he was ready to build a crib with his own sword if you asked him.

On the outside, he looked calm, but inside, he was terrified. What if he didn't know how to be there for the child and for you? What if he messed this up? He had already broken your heart once by leaving. If he did it again—especially now—you would never look at him the same way. Plus, your friends would kill him for sure.

You two had cats, and they both adored him. That was a good sign, right?

He kept repeating that thought in his mind over and over again while your belly grew. And let me tell you, he was basically a hawk over you. 😮‍💨 He was already overprotective by nature, but seeing you pregnant made it ten times worse. That’s something else to explore later.

When your first boy was born, he was... too stunned to speak. The first Uchiha in years. The first after all the tragedies. He felt like he was holding a new beginning—one that had your nose but his sharp eyes. That’s why he named him Haruki.

Haruki was the spring he never knew he was waiting for.

For the first few days, he was so flabbergasted that you two had created a life together that he wouldn't let the baby out of his sight for even two seconds. How could the same hands that had caused so much bloodshed now hold something so fragile?

I know that in Boruto, he isn’t present in Sarada’s life, and that’s one of the many reasons I pretend that shit doesn’t exist.

Family was everything to Sasuke. After starting a new one, I don’t see him ever leaving their side. If anything, he was afraid—afraid that leaving would mean losing everything again.

He only started accepting missions again when Haruki was about five months old, and even then, he never took assignments that would keep him away for more than a week. I feel like every time he came back, he had this heavy feeling in his chest—this fear of opening the door and finding you and the baby gone, just like when he had come home from school and found his parents dead. That image would forever live in his mind. But the fear disappeared the moment he slid the door open and heard a small voice scream, "Papa!!" before little feet raced toward him, and you greeted him with a kiss.

Is your son a mama’s boy or a daddy’s boy? That’s hard to say. He follows Sasuke everywhere, yes. He’s observant, just like his father, so he picks up on things quickly and mimics everything he does—including protecting Mama at all costs. But he isn’t quiet... at all. Put this boy and Naruto in a room together, and they could destroy it. His observant side made him curious and adventurous. Plus, he wanted to be brave and strong like his father.

When Haruki was around five years old, you started thinking about having another child. After many conversations and making sure you were financially stable, you gave birth to a girl... more like a carbon copy of your husband. 😭 She literally got nothing from you. Nothing. Your genes didn’t even put up a fight this time.

And after seeing you suffer through childbirth a second time? Never again. 🫡 Not even if you begged him for another one. He couldn't watch you cry in pain like that a third time.

Miyuki wasn’t just Sasuke’s copy in appearance, she had his personality too. While Haruki was talkative, loved playing with his uncle Naruto, and ran around giving you and Sasuke heart attacks, Miyuki was different. There was no doubt, she was a daddy’s girl. She was more shy, especially around people she didn’t know, and clung to him constantly. Sometimes, you swore they could read each other’s thoughts. Sasuke didn’t talk much, Miyuki didn’t either, but somehow, he always knew exactly what she wanted and needed.

[rayshippouuchiha]

Itachi seeing Sasuke in PAPA, maybe right after he put Kakashi in that illusion. Sasuke came very close to killing itachi that day. Also, he absolutely knows Sasuke is swearing at him with all those growling and barking sounds. Itachi is not fluent in the dog, but he was on Kakashi team long enough to know what Bitch sounds like.

Itachi has a lot of respect for Kakashi-senpai but he also comes out of that fight and immeidately goes somewhere quiet to light some incense and pray all "mom, dad, I know I put you in the grave and all but I feel like we need to talk about Sasuke because, apparently, a number of other mistakes have also been made in our abscence."

[madcorny]

Although I can’t really see Itachi having kids of his own, I KNOW that sasuke would be that uncle that hands his niece a 5 dollar bill and says “call papa a bitch”

[raikirikiri]

rewatching the final arc of og nart and two things:

1. pakkun and the rest of the hounds didn’t need anything to track sasuke and naruto’s scent which leads me to believe that kakashi has made sure his hounds know his kids’ scents just in case he’s not paranoid or anything no why would you suggest that he’s very normal!!!!!!!! he has no reason to ever be afraid of losing the people closest to him!!! pfft he’s fine it’s just a safety precaution!!! ahem, anyway. yeah i think he has his hounds memorized their scents as soon as kakashi passes them during the bell test.

2. pakkun will never not treat kakashi like his pup. sure, kakashi is the pack leader and they defer to him but that’s pakkun’s baby boy. he pretty much raised kakashi after sakumo died and yes, he listens and he follows pack law but that does not mean kakashi isn’t his pup anymore. not even when kakashi is hokage, he’s always gonna be his stupid little pup with no fur. he doesn’t care if kakashi is in charge of the village he will scold him in front of the townspeople if it’s warranted and kakashi will sit with his metaphorical tail tucked between his legs and his head down to receive his tongue lashing. he’ll even let out a little “stooop pakkun, you’re embarrassing me!”

“well you should’ve thought of that before you left this morning and didn’t wash up after breakfast.”

pakkun is papa pug and that’s his pup right there

[leaveamessageafterthescream]

After a pause, Naruto adds, "Hinata is pregnant again." Sasuke's eyes widen. "Congratulations." He's surprised to find that he means it; Naruto finally has family all around him. "Are you going to have time to run a village?" Naruto huffs a laugh. "I don't know, Sasuke. I really don't." He presses the side of his face against the tiny shoe at his shoulder. He looks up at Sasuke, and he seems heavy with worries, suddenly; more irresolute than Sasuke has ever seen him. They watch each other for another moment. Naruto sighs. He leans forward and presses a close-mouthed kiss to Sasuke's lips, steadying his sleeping son on his shoulders. "Write me," he says. Sasuke nods. "I will."

a suuuuuper small scene from an sns fic called Far from Nothing by aelstar i really loved this scene and some others in the fic and just boruto ON narutos shoulders heavy with worries just like killed me o(-( i love it

unfortunately there is only 2 chapters out of three so you don't actually get narts perspective but whatever go read it and see papa sasuke 🥺 please

[dreadsuitsamus]

Jitters | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

author's note: i'm back with more papashi, babes! this is set in the same au verse as the others, though can be read standalone! if you'd like to read the others and get caught up on some certain background info, you can find the other works in my masterlist!

pairing: kakashi hatake x fem!reader

warnings: naruto and sasuke are the adopted sons of reader and kakashi, modern au, fluff

The dreaded day has come, though it's you that's calm and collected about it. The boys are old enough to ride the bus to school, they want to ride the bus to school, and after one last summer vacation of your boys being your little babies, they've grown up just a little bit.

"We're gonna be firs' graders, Mama!" Naruto argued with you and his father, Sasuke nodding beside him with a determined frown.

"It's time to let them be men already?" Kakashi mutters into the pillow as you shut off the noisy alarm clock.

An ungraceful snort leaves you. "Men that require Mommy's kisses for their boo-boos are hardly men."

"To be fair to them," Kakashi flips over onto his back, gazing at you with a little curve of his lips and a mischievous glint in his eye. "Your kisses have healing properties."

Laughing gently at your husband's silliness, your palm finds his chest just as your lips press to the scar over his left eye. Humming in disappointment, you don't pull away far. "Strange, it didn't heal that."

"It's an old scar; that'll take a lot more kisses." Those big hands find your body, one attaching to your hip while the other cups your face and guides you down for a kiss.

It's warm under these covers, your legs tangled during your soft kiss. Mornings like these have only just started coming back now that Naruto doesn't wake up so early and Sasuke doesn't sneak into your bed in the middle of the night nearly as often as he used to. Kakashi's lengthy fingers dig into the fabric of your nightgown, twisting it tightly as he wills the kiss to last.

As soon as you part, you'll be off to wake the boys up for their first day of first grade. And he's just not quite ready for that step.

Your lips vibrate with a soft laugh, privy to his intentions but unable to humor him long. "Darling…"

Kakashi flips your positions, slotting himself above you and pinning your hands over your head delicately, his forefingers and thumbs massaging at your wrists. "Hmm?"

"You don't want the boys to be late on their first day, do you?"

"That's certainly fine by me." Your husband murmurs, his nose finding a lovely spot on your shoulder to rub against. "My boys are safe here, home with Momma and Papa…"

"My love, they need to go to school." You coo up at Kakashi, watching as he pouts at just how reasonable you are.

"I don't want them to." He mumbles, the pitiful thing. Letting those boys grow up is killing him! They tie their own shoes, wipe their own faces, they're better than him at video games now! Before he knows it, they'll start asking for advice on girls! As if he knows how the hell he landed such a perfect wife??

"Relax." You wiggle your wrists from his weak hold, cupping his face gently. "They're not leaving for college. You're still going to have to wrestle Naruto into the bathtub tonight, and Sasuke is definitely going to want to snuggle after school to calm his nerves after such an extensive amount of time around people. Our boys aren't babies anymore, but they're still our babies. They're not going anywhere."

"I hate when you talk sense into me." Kakashi sighs and rolls off of you, laying forlornly as you take the opportunity to get out of bed and head down the hall.

Peeking inside the boys' bedroom, you smile at the sleepy kids. Naruto's comforter hangs off his bed, mimicking the boy himself as more than half of himself hangs precariously off the side. And the boy wonders why you and Kakashi would never let them have a bunk bed! Sasuke's curled into a tight ball, blankets secured around him in a cocoon of warmth, his old baby blankie featuring a baby Bugs Bunny and friends no doubt held tightly to his chest underneath the pile.

"Boys…" Your voice is gentle, neither boy moving just yet. It's been a long summer vacation, and kindergarten was hardly the true school experience. This is the first year of twelve and they've got a long way to go and many early days ahead of them— and if Kakashi were to have his way, they'd get to sleep in for a whole extra hour.

But if there were certainly any time for you to put your foot down, it's now.

"Time for school!" Your cheerful smile is genuine as you saunter in, watching Naruto wake with a dramatic startle and finish falling off of his bed. There's not even a chance for concern to blossom in your chest, though, as the little blond ball of sunshine is up and jumping around.

"Firs' day o' school!"

Your raven-haired sweetheart, however, isn't quite as excitable as his brother.

"Shut up!" He grumbles, throwing his favorite Squishmallow at Naruto. It lands perfectly in Naruto's face, and before you've even opened your mouth to defuse things, Naruto jumps right onto Sasuke with a hearty yell and a swing of the stuffed animal right back where it came from.

"Hey!" Sasuke growls and just like that, the boys are wrestling around, Sasuke's blankets getting twisted as his legs fight for an opening to better kick his brother with.

You sigh to yourself and begin the process of intervention, the task not undoable but your hips are certainly getting too old for this. "Stop it, boys! This is not how we get ready for school!"

"HE STARTED IT!" They yell back, defending themselves whilst simultaneously pushing at one another.

"Naruto! Sasuke!"

The boys freeze while a satisfied shiver follows the curve of your spine. Oh, how you love Kakashi's Dad Voice™! Your husband stands at the doorway, hands in the pockets of his sweats as his sharp eyes narrow. "Start getting ready for school, boys. Do you want to miss the bus?"

Your precious boys gasp, as if they'd forgotten what they've been so excited for! Feeling safe in the decision to start cooking breakfast, your husband walks hand in hand with you down the stairs. Finding one specific spot on his bicep to be too kissless, you can't help planting a soft smooch just before you enter the kitchen. "You've sure turned that frown upside down."

"You know I don't like it when they give you trouble."

"Tch, they hardly know any other way to act." You smile to yourself though, knowing that it's not their intention to be little pains in the butt.

Kakashi pulls out a carton of eggs, quickly getting to work on scrambling them as you slice up fresh fruits. You work around one another beautifully, occasionally sharing a small kiss as you pass on by, and before you know it the boys are down and sitting at the dining room table, bellies hungry and bouncing with nervousness. Your husband plates the table while you give the boys a glass of their preferred juices, orange for Naruto and apple for Sasuke, and he pressed quick kisses onto each boy's head.

"Eat up, boys. You've got a big day ahead of you." You hum softly, sitting across from your husband at the small, squared mahogany table. It's always been enough to accommodate your small family, but as you watch the boys mow down their omelets and trade between their pineapples and cantaloupe, your heart cracks at the idea that the table isn't as big as it used to be. Certainly by the end of the school year, you'll have to get a bigger one.

And watching as your husband plucks a strawberry from each boy's plate, you smile warmly at the potential of maybe even having an extra place setting at the table by the beginning of the next school year.

"Alright," Kakashi claps his hands once breakfast is mere crumbs on Naruto's shirt. "Go brush your teeth and get your backpacks."

The boys scurry off, making a contest out of everything they do and racing to be the first to the sink. You keep still, listening with a little smile as Kakashi comes to stand behind you and work those large, magical hands on your shoulders. "What's on your mind?" He hums at the shell of your ear, squeezing at a particularly sore spot that you weren't even aware was aching.

"They're really growing up so fast."

"They are." He murmurs, his warm palms sliding along your shoulders. "It's not too late to keep 'em home."

Snorting rather ungracefully, you shake your head and listen to the sound of the footsteps upstairs. "Wouldn't you rather… Never mind." You shake your head at the thought— two boys are already hard enough to raise.

Your husband almost knows your mind better than you do, though. And he certainly picks up what you've left off, humming thoughtfully as he ponders the idea. "I'm not against it. It could be fun."

"I need a little more than 'fun' to go for it." You laugh and accept your husband's kiss to your cheek, officially tabling the discussion as the race back downstairs continues.

"I win!" Naruto's breathless, toothpaste staining his shirt and you pinch the bridge of your nose at the sight. His teacher is going to think the absolute worst of you and your husband.

"Good job." Kakashi spares a hand to high five the boy, softly pinching Sasuke's pouty cheek after. "Get your shoes on and then we'll go to the bus stop."

Masters at the art of shoe-tying, their laces are quickly knotted and Naruto slips his little hand into yours once you've walked out of the house. The bus stop is just at the corner, not even three houses down from home, but you can't help the relief that relaxes your bones at the way both of the boys reach for a parent's hand. They're getting bigger, but definitely still far from grown.

The neighborhood kids are gathered at the bus stop and the boys join their friends, leaving you and the other parents to socialize while waiting for the bus. Kakashi, not much of a social butterfly but not wanting to be rude, slips his arm around your waist and keeps a watchful eye out for the bus with an occasional witty comment that makes the other parents laugh. Perhaps it's his paranoia from his time in the military, but he just won't be able to truly relax until the very moment the boys are safely back home.

The long-awaited, certainly dreaded day has come. The bus rolls up, some kids hardly even offering their parents a goodbye before sprinting to the bus, and in fairness, this isn't the first rodeo for some of them. But your boys both come up for quick hugs, their eyes bright as they pull away and run to the doors together, hopping on and quickly finding themselves a seat before the bus pulls away.

"Yeah." Kakashi murmurs into your ear as you both wave at the kids, the bus pulling off and heading towards the school. "Let's have another one."

[shizuma-is-my-pet-fish]

Parental!KisaIta ft Shizuma au where Sasuke finds out about Shizuma and lets his heart (and his want to protect his clan) get the better of him.

He goes out on a mission to save this poor child from his cruel, cruel, beast of a brother who has finally shown his true colors and is no doubt mistreating the boy...to save him from his father. Only to be met with Kisame fighting tooth and fucking nail to get him back, ft Itachi who is probably hard panicking inside going "Shitttt. Gotta get them both out of this alive. Gotta keep looking like a monster to my brother but can not deal with my son being scared of me for the foreseeable future. Bedtime will be a nightmare."

Itachi taunting Sasuke,,, pretending that he's pulling the same Good Big Brother act with Shizuma to break his heart down the road. And it making Sasuke double his efforts. Vs Shizuma, who is like three, sitting there going,,, papa I have decided I do not like uncle,,, he is crazy,,,

[lovelijooni]

“CRASHING DOWN”

Lady Uchiha.

Chap. 1, 2, .. .. ..

⚠️ this book contains: angst,fluff, swearing, violence.

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⇝shame、 mitski.

0:5:22 ━━❍─────4:31

"Cmon sasuke let's get to playing before it's too dark!!" The young girl giggled taking the raven haired boys hand in hers as she carelessly ran through the Uchiha compound. The sun still high in the sky, awaiting for their great day ahead. His eyes glimmered as he gave in to the pull of the energetic girl running along with her giggling and laughing like a child. A happy child.

"Hey you two kiddos! Slow down would ya ur gonna knock someone over!"

The old lady scolded from her small shop causing their running to halt as they let out an embarrassed giggle slowing their pace. "Alright granny!" They snickered as the elder shook her head, remembering her young days. Watching the two kids chatter as amongst themselfs. Walking with a little bit of pep in their step.

"You know I can't wait to become a kunoichi! I hope I'll be just as good as my daddy."

The girl beamed at the slightly taller boy.

"Yeah! My brothers a prodigy I can't wait to surpass him." He said with determination in his eyes looking at the path forward. "Sasu-" she stopped walking as she looked at the ground seemingly deep in thought.

"Yea?" He questioned. Concern writen on his face. "Do you, pinky promise to never forget me? Can we be best friends forever?" Pleading eyes looked back at him as a light blush brushed upon his soft features. "Of course n/n. Pinky promise." He smiled shyly inter locking their pinky's. Her face lightened up as she began to approached their special tree. It was a wisteria that stood tall with thick trunk. Intricate weaves of stems and roots made the atmosphere feel ethereal. It rested its long life On an island within a small lake.

The two balance on the large roots that stick up from under the lake to make it to the island. "Hm what should we do.. hmm. I know! Hide in seek. Do u wanna hide or seek first?" She asked anticipating his answer. "I guess I'll hide first" he smiled as she began to count down from 30. He soon found a hiding spot in a tree that had an unusual opening in its trunk.

"Ready or not hear I come!!" She exclaimed as her small voice rang through the forest beginning her search for Sasuke. She remembers what direction she heard his footsteps from and taking that path she hears giggling from inside a tree. Smugly snickering she sneaks up behind the mysterious tree and-

"Boo!"

He jumped from out of the tree. Wrapping his arms around her as they giggled. Pulling her to the ground they laughed hard rolling around as they hugged. The sun began to set. Golden sun rays beamed through the cracks of the forest. Shining down on the two. He takes second to admire your laughing features as in a dazed he is suddenly broken free from a voice.

"Brother. It's time to come home."

A male voice demanded. Your childish banter proves your stopped as Sasukes smile dropped. Hurriedly standing from his stop and dusting off his dark clothes. Stunned u remain on the ground watching as sasukes brother itachi began to walk away sasuke along with him. "Well I'll see you tomorrow n/n" he grunted lowly. "Well uh.. bye sasuke!" She hesitated. Met with a soft hand wave from sasuke. Not daring to glance back at her.

His brother alway gave her the heebje jeebies. Sure he was cute and strong but she would make sure to steer clear of him. Sighing to herself as she makes her way to her home.

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"Momma papa I'm home!!" She yelled. Beginning a search for her mom and dad. The smell of dinner filling her nostrils as she happily made her way to the kitchen.

"Welcome back honey- your home earlier than usual did something happen?" She questioned raising a brow at the small girl "yea.. assumes brother came and scooped him away from me. You know he'd been doing that often I wonder what he's busy with." She wondered speaking her thoughts out loud. "Well he is on a path to be a very strong Ninja he must be training" she said. Handing the h/c haired girl a bowl of soup she made her own. Sitting across from her. Saying grace before the dig in. She watches as her daughter sips on the soup happily. Doing a little food dance she giggled "mommy why are u staring at me?" She asked. A fond grin washed on the mother.

"Your just, so special sweetie. Don't let anyone dim your light. My little lady" she teased pinching the girls cheek. Small hands swatting away as the two ruptured into laughter. Finishing her soup she sighed "well I'm full

Mommy I'll see in the morning good night!" She chirped making her way up the stairs. Her mother smiled "see you two sweetheart"

She peeked out of her bedroom window. The house across was sasukes. Watching as he rested his head out of his window she smirked as she saw this as an opportunity. Grabbing a stone from out of one of her mini plants and pelting it across to the bored boy 

Mischievously giggling as hes looked for the culprit. She sighed- sneaking into her bed.

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The screams. The screams oh where they wretched as the iron sent pang in the back of your throat. in the bathroom she hid. She hid while her parents got slaughtered. "MY DAUGHTER. PLEASE SPARE MY DAUG-" the sound of blood splattering caused whole world to stop. Everything went silent. She stared at her cowardly frame in the mirror. Her eyes. They radiated a raging red. Thick globs of blood ran down her weak body. Whipping her head she heard footsteps.

...

The door crept open. She began to shutter as a male figure slowly stepped in. Like predator and prey. She as frozen in fear. "I-itachi?" She mumbled out. Fear laced him her tone. He raised his kunai in his hand. Lungs that once heaved heavy in her chest came to the halt. She watch as the object came straight for her.

Black.

Squeezing her eyes shut awaiting her inevitable demise she was met with silence. Shaking. Quivering she slightly opened her eyes. She felt the cold metal of the weapon grazing her throat but. It was like it was stuck from its motion. Just at her neck it stood. Time. Time had stopped. In disbelief she moved away from the weapon. Gazing at the wide eye figure of itachi. He couldn't move his body, but his eyes followed her as she hesitantly made her way out of the bathroom.

The scene frozen in time in her kitchen. Her mother played across the floor. Neck sliced as her lifeless body felt cold to the touch. Tracing her fingers around her lifeless skin she untied the ribbon that her mother once wore. Tying the blood stained neck lace round her neck a drop of her bloodied tears fell upon her dead mother. Slowly getting up she looked up.

Her father. His katana pierced through his head. Pining his hanging body to the ceiling. the blood that pooled beneath his body. It displayed a reflection. Her reflection. The reflection of her bright red eyes. Staring right back at her. The uchiha symbol was the one charm that dangled from her neck. Her mother's ribbon. Then she ran. She far through the uchiha compound. Looking as the state the once lively streets she sobbed and kept running.

And ran

And ran.

And ran.

Until the sun came up. The unfamiliar area she was in was far away from the leaf village. A strong hand stopped her movement. Blood stained face. Body shaking to the touch as the two women looks down at her. "Hun. are you alright? Where are your parents?" She questioned eyes furrowing as she was met with now answer. Sighing she spoke up. "I'm tsunade. A-and this is shizune. What's ur name sweet girl

"M-my name is. Y/n"

[itachis-eyes]

Sasuke Every Day Until He's Freed From Tree Prison: Sharing with Papa

March 17th, 2025

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[pinkhairedlily]

pamamanhikan

ss month 2024 | day 9: wedding traditions | ao3

pamamanhikan - (noun) a Filipino tradition where the families of the bride and groom first meet.

They were a weird bunch, standing over unnamed graves at the farthest corner of the town. It rained earlier, the cusp of autumn lingering in the aftermath of the light showers. This was the designated spot, Kakashi said, where everyone can easily forget and forgive.

Despite its remoteness, someone took the time to cut the grass and plant perennial wildflowers, the bare minimum for the excommunicated. Sarada snuggled closer to the breast of her grandmother, still too milk-drunk to watch what was happening.

Sasuke shifted in his feet, unaccustomed still with the presence of Sakura’s parents. He cleared his throat and swept his arm across the grounds. “Well, uh, this is it.”

“I can’t believe they didn’t even put their names. So disrespectful.” Kizashi shook his head in dismay. He glanced at Sasuke briefly. “And I’m not saying this because you’re my son-in-law, but I think everyone who gets on their deathbed wishes to be remembered.”

“Papa,” Sakura whined.

“Ah, let your father speak his mind,” Mebuki said softly, adjusting Sarada against her waist. “Now, Sasuke dear, I think it’s time you make the introductions.”

Sasuke cleared his throat and went to the two highest headstones in the middle. “These are my parents, Fugaku and Mikoto.” Sakura watched him gather his composure. “Mom, Dad, these are Sakura’s parents—Haruno Kizashi and Mebuki.”

Kizashi took out an incense holder and sticks and lit them in between the graves. “Nice to meet you, Fugaku and Mikoto. On behalf of my daughter, I apologize that we only have this meeting of families after their wedding.” He playfully glared at Sakura which she dutifully returned with a tight smile. “I believe we can agree that what they did was more of an elopement and that we agree on a second, more traditional wedding—”

“Papa—”

“---eventually.” Kizashi pulls Mebuki to his side, his hand gently patting Sarada’s head. “Me and my wife, we’re not really from a prestigious family.”

“We’re normies,” his wife suggested. 

Kizashi agreed, “Yes, we’re not a ninja clan, like yourselves although I heard you’re very prolific.”

“Lots of prodigies, very good genes,” Mebuki added, “It shows in his handsome face. I understand why my only daughter has pursued him since they were kids.”

“Very intelligent too.”

“Yes, I agree. Very smart.”

Sakura can only close her eyes in embarrassment. “Mama, not you too. Can you spare me some dignity?”

“Well, Fugaku and Mikoto, he had a good upbringing,” Kizashi grinned at Sasuke who by now was staring at the ground and probably counting the number of bugs that have made their journey across his feet. “Your time here was short, but I’d like to believe some traits are genetic. Like kindness.”

Mebuki nodded. “He’s also very helpful. You must have been good cooks as Sasuke here likes to pass time in the kitchen. He loves making my daughter a variety of dishes.”

“She’s busy at the hospital,” Sasuke interjected in his wife’s defense. He cleared his throat, suddenly aware that he cut off his mother-in-law. “She’s a doctor, Mom.”

“You’re right, and an excellent one at that,” Mebuki replied, “So it’s really a big help that he keeps her full with energy and nourishment. He’s a very good kid.” She turned to Sasuke. “You’re a good kid.”

 Sakura wondered how Sasuke was taking all of these in. Prior to this meeting, her parents really never told her what they thought about him. But calling him a good kid, after all the things he had done, all the crimes he committed, and all the consequences that ensued, must be something foreign to him.

Because it was all true. Underneath that exterior, he was a good kid.

Kizahi placed an arm across Sasuke’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about him, Kizashi and Mikoto. We will do our best to take care of him.”

“We will make him his favorite dishes. Of course, it wouldn’t be like yours, but if it’s something he wants, then we will cook it for him,” Mebuki seconded.

“Don’t you worry about him. We’ll keep an eye out for your only son.”

Sakura saw the slight change in Sasuke’s features. “He has a brother, Papa.”

“Oh you do?” Kizashi removed his hand and pulled away to give him space. Her father must have noticed him tensed up.

Sakura waited for anger, for denial of existence, for the lack of recognition, but maybe it was the time or the presence of the ghosts of his family.

“An older brother. Uchiha Itachi,” Sasuke looked at the older couple, “He doesn’t have a grave here.”

“I see,” Kizashi simply said. “Is he a good brother?”

Sakura reached out for Sasuke’s hand. It was cold, clammy, and rough, but he held her gently. She noticed the grass stains on his nails, and some blades of grass got stuck on the side of his pants. 

“He was,” he answered.

Sarada stirred in her sleep and her chubby fingers found Mebuki’s chest finally uncomfortable. 

“I think we’re done for the day,” Kizashi said. He gestured to Mebuki and the couple made a bow to the headstones, murmuring a shared prayer under their breaths.

At the gates, Sasuke looked back one last time. “This garden’s gonna be overgrown with weeds in a year.”

Mebuki shrugged. “Hmm, sometimes nature does the upkeep.”

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“Sarada, wait up!” Sakura left the comfort of Sasuke’s grip and ran after their dawdling toddler. “She’s an adventurer, this one.”

Sasuke managed to corner the black-haired babe. He helped her clamber up to his shoulders for a better view. While Sarada might have discovered the joy of walking, she still preferred the joy of her premium seating—as if she was on the top of the world. She laughed, toothless and spittles, as she grabbed the strands of her father’s hair.

“It’s a bummer that Mama and Papa aren’t here,” he said.

“Aren’t they too overbearing for you?” Sakura sighed. “I love them, I really do, but five days in their house didn’t really give us privacy. This free day is like a breath of fresh air.”

“There’s privacy,” Sasuke reasoned out. “I kissed you with lights out, honey.”

“That’s not the point.”

“And they made me lots of onigiri.”

“Okay glutton.”

They stopped in their tracks once they saw the full view of the graveyard. In her periphery, Sakura thought she saw Sasuke sway. She held on to his elbow nonetheless. The grass remained tame and perfectly tamed. The flowers were vivid and bright and warm, and someone surrounded the headstones with bushes of camellias.

The blank slates now have names. Beside Fugaku’s was a new stone: Uchiha Itachi.

Sarada giggled, her hands reaching out to touch the first bud of a cherry blossom tree, an ushering of spring. 

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Throuple Snippets #6 -NaruHinaSasu

Hima (Tugging at the bed spread draped over her sleeping fathers): Dads! Dads! Wake up!

Sleepy exasperated groans from one father that had been at the Hokage office all week and the other father that just got back from a grueling two week long mission but both having agreed to give their wife a much needed day off....

Hima (Tugging harder at the heavy bed spread): Dadsss! Wake up!

Naruto(Glaring at Sasuke turning over next to him, pretending to still be asleep and leaving him to deal with their daughter alone): Hima, princess can it wait until we get up? Dads are really tired this morning and trying to sleep.

Hima: but it's important!

Naruto (Huffing as he sits up): what's wrong Hima?

Hima: I woke up early to give mama a kiss before she left for the spa place with auntie Sakura and auntie Ino and auntie Tenten, and Boruto was up with Indra and they were saying that mama didn't make breakfast before she left and I told them it was because its so super early that the sun's not even out and usually everybody is still sleep! They didn't really care about that though, they were asking why mama couldn't make something before she left and left it for them and I told them mama said dads are in charge today so they had to wait till papa or daddy woke up to eat and Boruto said "why do we have to wait?" and I said "because mama said so" and Indra said "mama didn't tell us that" and I said "I'm not lying she did!" then Indra said "prove it" and I said "I don't know how!" then Boruto said-

Sasuke(Muffled by the pillow he'd pressed over his head midway through their daughters unnecessarily long and detailed story): Hima, just tell papa what's wrong.

Naruto(muttering beneath his breath, head in his hands): for the love of ramen please get to the point.

Hima: oh yeah, um, well Boruto and Indra tried to cook breakfast even though I told them not to and now the whole kitchen is on fir-

Hima (Watching as her fathers shot out of bed, tripping over the bed sheets and each other to get to the kitchen): told ya it was important.

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