very soft, very selfship coded fluff for the love of my life's birthday!! I've been saving this for a while, and I'm so excited to finally share it. I love sasuke with my whole heart and he deserves so much happiness. happy birthday to my beloved husband. 💙✨
It isn't often that Sasuke gets an entire day off that coincides with one of yours, leaving the both of you free from missions and work-related responsibility. But when he does, he almost always chooses to spend the time at home with you and your small, growing family.
Your little girl's giggles ring out around the backyard, an airy and delighted sound that has warmth spreading through Sasuke's chest as he listens to her. There isn't anything that he wouldn't do for her. He's certain of it, and has been since the moment he first held her in his arms only a few short years ago. It makes his heart ache to think about how fast she's growing and the ways he can already tell that she's taking after him. Even though her laughter reminds him so much of yours. He never wants to take the privilege of getting to hear it for granted, especially if he happens to be the cause, and that includes agreeing to the activity she's currently decided on for the afternoon.
They've been out in the summer sun for hours, the distant muffle of their voices floating in through the open kitchen window to reach your ears as you finish plating a snack for the two of them. A fond smile tugs at your lips as you hear it. One that only grows at the sight you're greeted with when you finally step outside to join them. Standing on the steps, you pause to observe the endearing scene that's unfolding before you from afar.
Sasuke is sitting quietly in the middle of the grass, with his legs crossed and his eyes fixed lovingly on your toddler as she flutters around him, the perfect picture of patience. Her toy shuriken are strewn around the yard, clearly long forgotten as she gathers up sections of your husband's hair instead, her tiny fingers combing through the very same blue-black strands she inherited from him with a determined pout set on her lips. She is every bit her father's daughter, his spitting image as she concentrates, placing butterfly clips wherever she sees fit while Sasuke keeps still for her.
"What are the two of you up to now, hm?" you question curiously, drawing both of their attention as you pad over, lowering to your haunches, "Getting hungry yet?"
"We were training and Daddy fixed my ponytail for me," your daughter smirks proudly before plucking a few cherry tomatoes from the plate and gleefully shoving them into her mouth, patting Sasuke's head with her other hand, "So now I'm making him beautiful too!"
She emphasizes the words by giving a small shake of her head, showing off your husband's neat work with a flourish of her long hair behind her back as she hums happily. It will be a few years yet before she can enroll in the academy, though she's keen as ever even now to be just as accomplished as Sasuke. Which means insistently asking him to 'train' with her whenever she gets the chance, even if her attention often ends up elsewhere. If there's anyone your little girl admires most, it's her dad. A fact she never tires of making known to anyone who is willing to listen.
"How does he look, Mama?" she asks with a tug at your sleeve and a hand on her hip.
Sasuke's eyes flicker from your daughter to you at her expectant question, and he can see the amusement in the soft curve of your mouth. His face warms in mild embarrassment at the state of his appearance, waiting for you to laugh or make a teasing remark. But you simply pop a tomato past his lips with an affectionate grin, meeting his gaze with tenderness. You notice it then, the hint of vulnerability colouring his features, in the slight crease of his brow and the almost sheepish way that he looks at you. Searching your face, wordlessly asking if he's doing any of this right — if he's a good father.
"I think you're doing a wonderful job," you affirm gently, words meant for both of them but eyes never leaving your husband's, "Your daddy is very pretty, isn't he?" you muse, nudging at your daughter.
Your veiled reassurance isn't lost on Sasuke, and he softens as he feels your hand come to rest on his thigh, the comforting touch grounding him. It's one of the things he's appreciated most in all of your years together. Unable to hide behind the cover of his bangs with them clipped back from his face, he glances away briefly as a faint blush tinges his cheeks. While your little girl lights up, rather pleased with your assessment.
"The prettiest!" she declares, planting a big, wet kiss to his cheek before throwing her small arms around his neck and nuzzling into him with more giggles, "I love you, Daddy."
Sasuke visibly melts at the sentiment in her embrace, his hands coming up instinctively to cradle her closely as he accepts her weight without protest. His heart squeezes in his chest as he holds her, and any lingering embarrassment or self-doubt is soothed by her seemingly unending love. She nearly knocks him down into the grass when she decides to litter his face with more kisses, her laughter infused into each one, and you watch as Sasuke breaks into a rare, but beautiful and genuine smile.
AAAAAH HAPPY SASUKE DAY!!! any special celebration plans on the agenda for my favorite couple? 🥰🥰🥳
Aly!!!! Hello and thank you for asking, my beloved~ 💕
We're keeping it lowkey, as per Sasuke's preference, and enjoying a nice, peaceful walk together along the river following dinner with the rest of team 7 (I hope you'll be in attendance alongside Kakashi), and then I'm taking him home to unwrap me his presents! 🤭🎉💖
very soft, very selfship coded fluff for the love of my life's birthday!! I've been saving this for a while, and I'm so excited to finally share it. I love sasuke with my whole heart and he deserves so much happiness. happy birthday to my beloved husband. 💙✨
It isn't often that Sasuke gets an entire day off that coincides with one of yours, leaving the both of you free from missions and work-related responsibility. But when he does, he almost always chooses to spend the time at home with you and your small, growing family.
Your little girl's giggles ring out around the backyard, an airy and delighted sound that has warmth spreading through Sasuke's chest as he listens to her. There isn't anything that he wouldn't do for her. He's certain of it, and has been since the moment he first held her in his arms only a few short years ago. It makes his heart ache to think about how fast she's growing and the ways he can already tell that she's taking after him. Even though her laughter reminds him so much of yours. He never wants to take the privilege of getting to hear it for granted, especially if he happens to be the cause, and that includes agreeing to the activity she's currently decided on for the afternoon.
They've been out in the summer sun for hours, the distant muffle of their voices floating in through the open kitchen window to reach your ears as you finish plating a snack for the two of them. A fond smile tugs at your lips as you hear it. One that only grows at the sight you're greeted with when you finally step outside to join them. Standing on the steps, you pause to observe the endearing scene that's unfolding before you from afar.
Sasuke is sitting quietly in the middle of the grass, with his legs crossed and his eyes fixed lovingly on your toddler as she flutters around him, the perfect picture of patience. Her toy shuriken are strewn around the yard, clearly long forgotten as she gathers up sections of your husband's hair instead, her tiny fingers combing through the very same blue-black strands she inherited from him with a determined pout set on her lips. She is every bit her father's daughter, his spitting image as she concentrates, placing butterfly clips wherever she sees fit while Sasuke keeps still for her.
"What are the two of you up to now, hm?" you question curiously, drawing both of their attention as you pad over, lowering to your haunches, "Getting hungry yet?"
"We were training and Daddy fixed my ponytail for me," your daughter smirks proudly before plucking a few cherry tomatoes from the plate and gleefully shoving them into her mouth, patting Sasuke's head with her other hand, "So now I'm making him beautiful too!"
She emphasizes the words by giving a small shake of her head, showing off your husband's neat work with a flourish of her long hair behind her back as she hums happily. It will be a few years yet before she can enroll in the academy, though she's keen as ever even now to be just as accomplished as Sasuke. Which means insistently asking him to 'train' with her whenever she gets the chance, even if her attention often ends up elsewhere. If there's anyone your little girl admires most, it's her dad. A fact she never tires of making known to anyone who is willing to listen.
"How does he look, Mama?" she asks with a tug at your sleeve and a hand on her hip.
Sasuke's eyes flicker from your daughter to you at her expectant question, and he can see the amusement in the soft curve of your mouth. His face warms in mild embarrassment at the state of his appearance, waiting for you to laugh or make a teasing remark. But you simply pop a tomato past his lips with an affectionate grin, meeting his gaze with tenderness. You notice it then, the hint of vulnerability colouring his features, in the slight crease of his brow and the almost sheepish way that he looks at you. Searching your face, wordlessly asking if he's doing any of this right — if he's a good father.
"I think you're doing a wonderful job," you affirm gently, words meant for both of them but eyes never leaving your husband's, "Your daddy is very pretty, isn't he?" you muse, nudging at your daughter.
Your veiled reassurance isn't lost on Sasuke, and he softens as he feels your hand come to rest on his thigh, the comforting touch grounding him. It's one of the things he's appreciated most in all of your years together. Unable to hide behind the cover of his bangs with them clipped back from his face, he glances away briefly as a faint blush tinges his cheeks. While your little girl lights up, rather pleased with your assessment.
"The prettiest!" she declares, planting a big, wet kiss to his cheek before throwing her small arms around his neck and nuzzling into him with more giggles, "I love you, Daddy."
Sasuke visibly melts at the sentiment in her embrace, his hands coming up instinctively to cradle her closely as he accepts her weight without protest. His heart squeezes in his chest as he holds her, and any lingering embarrassment or self-doubt is soothed by her seemingly unending love. She nearly knocks him down into the grass when she decides to litter his face with more kisses, her laughter infused into each one, and you watch as Sasuke breaks into a rare, but beautiful and genuine smile.
Even if Sasuke is closer to Naruto or Sakura, I think he'd sometimes prefer Kakashi's quiet comfort.
The other two are very supportive and energetic and make sure to offer Sasuke all sorts of potential solutions to his pain, but Kakashi is a bit different. Sure he'd give Sasuke advice and hope when he needs it, but also sometimes he simply stays by his side while Sasuke lets his pain sit (and eventually flow out of him). So Kakashi's house becomes a safe place where Sasuke can calmly feel his emotions and heal at his own pace, as a quiet respite from life itself.
Moreover, Sasuke and Kakashi parallel each other in the series, which means they're able to understand one another in ways they just can't with other people. Sasuke always wanted to be understood, so now that things have calmed down he definetly appreciates that he can go to Kakashi for these kinds of stuff (and that his sensei won't make a big deal out of them, he'll just be there for him when he needs it).
(I'm tired of tagging everything of this au I'll make a mastepost soon ^^')
self indulgent fluff for my beloved husband's birthday!! after worrying that I wouldn't have anything to post for him, I somehow managed to write this. I love him and he deserves nothing but softness. happy birthday to my favourite uchiha. 🍅🍙💙
The first thing Sasuke notices when he wakes, sitting up as he blinks the sleep from his tired eyes, is the unusual absence on your side of the bed. It's rare for you to rouse before he does, but a press of his hand to the sheets and the warmth still clinging to them tells him that you're not far. Though he already has a sneaking suspicion as to where you've disappeared to. One that makes a fond smile tug at the corners of his lips as he gets up.
Instead of going about his morning routine as he usually would, Sasuke wanders out from your bedroom, padding carefully down the hallway towards the kitchen of your home. This is where you are, he's certain of it — if the sweet, resounding hum of your voice and clattering dishes are anything to go by.
Sure enough, as he breaches the doorway, leaning against its frame, there you are. The sight of you makes Sasuke soften, his muscles going lax as he refrains from making his presence known just yet. You're still in your pajamas, hair thrown up into a haphazard bun to keep it from falling into your eyes as you cook. He takes his time letting his heavily lidded gaze roam over you, appreciating every curve and inch of your exposed skin as you work; the crook of your neck, the inviting slope of your shoulder, and your bare thighs. All favourite places of his.
Sasuke knows that you know what day it is, and the thought that you've gone out of your way to wake up earlier than you typically like to in order to make him breakfast has warmth spreading through his chest. The small ways in which you show your love for him, and choose to celebrate him, never going unnoticed. His fingers twitch with want as he pushes himself from the door, tempted to reach out and pull you close as he splays them over your skin.
"You're up early." Sasuke murmurs, startling you with the low rasp of his voice, a hint of amusement in his tone as he watches you turn your head to look at him with pleasant surprise.
His name falls from your lips at the familiar sound, breathy and affectionate, and a smirk tugs at his lips in response as he quietly closes the distance between the two of you. Sasuke's hand finds your hip to give it a gentle squeeze in greeting. Dropping his head to nose along your neck, he breathes you in before brushing his lips against your shoulder.
"I am," you confirm, a giggle bubbling up from your mouth as Sasuke's hair tickles you, "Go sit, it's almost ready."
Sasuke hums, reluctant to pull away from the comfort of your body heat, but moves to seat himself at the kitchen table as per your request. He knows better than to argue, and he wouldn't want you to think that the effort of your doting gesture has been lost on him. It's quite the opposite, as he gazes at you there's nothing but unadulterated love in his eyes. You can see it too, suddenly feeling shy as you set his food down in front of him. It isn't uncommon for you to make breakfast, but something about this morning, knowing you've made it especially with him in mind has it feeling extra special.
When Sasuke glances down at the plate before him on the table his heart squeezes in his chest. All of his favourites are included, prepared undoubtedly with love and care, but there's one thing in particular that has an unexpected rush of emotion catching him off guard. Cherry tomatoes, that you've somehow managed to slice deftly into the shape of small hearts.
You worry at your bottom lip as you arrange your own breakfast, skimming through your mind for anything you could have missed while you wait for the telltale sound of Sasuke's hum of approval. It's a sound you've become partial to, taking pleasure in it whenever you get the chance to cook for the both of you. But it doesn't come, and you can feel the weight of Sasuke's gaze, the silence eating away at you as your pulse quickens with concern.
"Is it too much? It's silly... childish, I know—" you stammer, shaking your head as heat starts to rise to your face in embarrassment, turning to look at him only to be met with the hard plane of his chest, "Mm!"
You're interrupted by the firm press of Sasuke's lips to yours, his hand finding the small of your back with practiced ease as he circles your waist, scooping you into his embrace as he kisses you. It's all-consuming, the kind of kiss that steals your breath and has you chasing after his mouth once he pulls away — as is every kiss Sasuke initiates, you've found. You flush at the sudden proximity, melting at the feel of his hot breath fanning out over your lips as your own hands come up to cup his face instinctively. Brushing your thumbs along his jaw, your eyes search his, filled with love and longing.
"It's perfect." He insists, his voice carrying a warmth and tenderness saved solely for you as he dispels your worries, "Thank you."
Sasuke's words are saturated with sincerity, his gratitude evident as he punctuates them with yet another deep, fervent kiss. He feels your arms slide up to wrap around his neck as he captures your lips, revelling in the way that you arch into him, even as he pulls away to study your delicate features. Several moments pass as you peer at one another, time seeming to suspend itself as the two of you bask in the intimate exchange.
"Happy birthday, Sasuke." you tell him finally, your voice dripping with adoration as you brush the hair from his face, wanting to look at him fully.
It makes Sasuke's heart skip a beat, fluttering in his chest as he peers down at you with a soft reverence that speaks volumes to the depths of his love and appreciation for you. Seeing the same love reflected back at him in your eyes, he can't help but to smile. He knows that in that moment, every birthday from here on will be a good one, so long as he gets to spend it by your side.
