This is one of the few non-anon requests I've gotten to post recently! Though it... kind of got away from me, and the request is now a b-plot, and it's... no longer a oneshot because I am slow. I am SO sorry. But on the other hand, there will be so many Kamui shenanigans and much an office space made before the story ends. Enjoy!
Request: Obito cleaning out Kamui and making office space for @dutifullythoughtfultiger
Rating: Teen
Characters: Obito/Kakashi, Naruto
Tags: Kidnapping, Missing-nin Kakashi, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Found Family, Obito-centric, Grief/Mourning, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Rin Haunts the Narrative, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon Divergence
Warnings: None
Summary: Obito watches from the window as Kakashi leans over the crib, his finger enclosed in a small, chubby fist. The boy is awake, his feet kicking randomly, his eyes watching the ANBU.
Kakashi makes his rounds here. He’s the only protection the orphanage has, really. But this isn’t part of his route.
Tonight, Kakashi has scrolls in the pouches of his standard-issue flak jacket. The greys of his ANBU uniform are gone, his hitai-ate slanted over his left eye, the ANBU mask nowhere in sight. Hung over his shoulders is a large backpack, the tantō sheath hanging instead from his belt.
Kakashi lifts the small, squirming bundle into his arms and body-flickers out of the orphanage.
Oh, this’ll be good.
OR: Not all is lost after the failure of the fox attack, because the kyūbi's new host is an easy target. The problem is that, apparently, Kakashi is willing to abandon his village for a chance at parenthood.
If only he showed that dedication toward Rin.
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summary: you’ve been dating frankie for nine months now, slowly melting your way into his heart (and his apartment!) this time, he wants to do something lovely for you on your birthday!
warnings:…another fluff piece. SO MUCH FLUFF. the fluff alarm is ringing…time for dentist. triple frontier so like, mentions of past addiction and substance abuse, but that’s it! your man frankie loves you VERY much
authors note: i wrote this for my lovely friend @berryispunk for her bday! thank you (and ela!) for telling me about frankie, this man has taken over my soul and my heart and i just want him to be happy!!!! not posting this in the early hours of the morning (thank god), i’m posting this at 10pm!!! i’ve been a little rough because of chronic illness but i really wanted to write thisss :) frankie is SO sappy in love!!! dentist calling fluff incoming!!! requests are being written!! plz bear with me :) 🧸🧸🧸
the date has been marked down his calendar for months now, circled with a red pen and hearts drawn around it. he’d been dating you for nine months now, nine months radiant in ways that he cannot imagine you’ve been with him nearly half the time he’s been sober, and life seems more saturated with colour.
he has to do something for your birthday. not just a slice of cake, or a nice dinner. he wants to do something for you, a part of him given to you.
he asks you a month before, how you would like to fly in a helicopter. over a night where you two are having burgers in your little apartment’s living room, cramped, in the city, just enough space on the two seat couch for the two of you to sit face to face, tucking your legs under your arms. the stars shine brightly outside the netted curtains, and you can see the way they flicker fuzzily.
he asks you a month before, if you’d like to fly with him.
you’ve dropped the fact that you’re scared of flying with him quite a few times, the two of you laughing in the irony that you fell for a flyboy like him. planes make you feel…uneasy, what with the way the planes lurch in turbulence. they’re too high up in the sky, you tell him. his heart is up there though, he wishes one day he’ll be able to show it to you.
and so when he asks you, over some burger and loaded fries, a question quickly mentioned and then to be forgotten, you take a bite out of the fry with the jalapeño on it.
“i’ll think about it.” you say, after a moment, nodding. “i mean, you’ve got your license back, and you always tell me how beautiful the clouds are.”
that’s all he needs.
the next month is filled with days of you reminding him about your birthday, and him continuing to pretend he didn’t hear. a pointed comment about a ceramic mug that you would like that he pretends to ignore, a sighed wish about a dress you wanted to get that he pretends to not overhear. he buys them in secret anyway, placing them in a picnic hamper for the after.
when your birthday rolls around, you’ve all but moved in with him, with your netted curtains hung instead of his curtains, your fairy lights twined with the bedposts. it’s your house as much as his now, and the calendar with the hearts around your birthday is hidden in one of his drawers.
he’s all set and ready, the day’s thankfully all sunny, and so he gets santi and benny’s help to get you to the flight school. tell you it’s a surprise, but it’s a flight school, you know it’s going to be something plane related.
the car parks, and you step outside, santi’s hands over your eyes as he leads you over to the helipad.
“amor!” frankie says, jogging up to you, the picnic hamper in his hands, and he offers it to you with a shy smile. a picnic hamper that you open to find all the things you wanted, that you thought he didn’t hear.
“frankie! you didn’t have to buy all of them!” you swat at his chest, but he just shakes his head.
“no mi amor, i sort of did. don’t like seeing your face fall.” and you press your face into his chest, smelling the familiar scent of frankie on him.
“heli ride?” you ask, looking at the helicopter.
“thought you’d never ask.” he smiles, and takes you by the hand. you’re shaking a little, it is scary after all, but he straps you in your seat with his big hands and places his hat on your head (for good luck).
then you’re off, up in the sky in steady bursts of height. the sky is a pretty blue, and frankie takes you so high up so gently that you might cry, always looking over to you and asking if you’re okay.
you nod, but grasp at his bicep as he gets to the height he’s flying to, and from the windows on the door, it’s as if you can see the entire world, trees like miniatures, people look as small as your finger when they walk.
he takes you over a field, a sea of green and yellow, flowers dotted around in bushes in glimpses of purple and pink. it’s nice, you think, you wonder why you haven’t done this before
the world is so small from where you are, but that’s not your world. your world is beside you, piloting the helicopter, sober for nearly one and a half years, full of light and life and that smile on his face that brings your heart to a still.
“amor, you liking it?” he asks you, eyes wide and worried that you’re not liking it.
“don’t worry frankie, this is perfect.” you smile back, all reassuring and warm. he makes you feel all reassured and warm, and you want him to feel the same way. he’s so soft, a gentle giant, and so sweet with you.
dreams of a future where everything looks as perfect as the ground below, that flashes in your head, and 700 feet above the air it hits you.
“i want it to be this perfect forever.” you mutter, and he hears it in the tinny voice in the headset, through the sound of the helicopter blades whirring. almost too faint to not pick up, but he hears it.
forever. that’s a big word. he’d been high on cocaine and adrenaline, but this is the sweetest high he’s ever had in his life. making his heart thud in his ears, and he steels himself, getting ready to land.
he’ll talk about forever with you whenever you want, after he lands this ‘copter. however long you want forever to be, wherever you want forever to be.
thanks for reading everyone!!! this is so cute i think i made myself cry with how cute this is….me and my weakness for just. schmoop. SO MUCH SCHMOOP. So TOOTH ROTTING FLUFFFFFFFF I LOVE. I love <3 the requests sitting in my inbox i have not forgotten you!!! i remember you all very well and i will be getting through them :) lots of love from anj!!!! goodnight…The Illness Approaches…
I know it's only day 2, but I feel like I'm late to the party... I hope someone saved me a seat.
Happy KKOB Week!
Rating: Mature
Characters: Obito/Kakashi, Sakumo, Rin
Tags: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Founding of Konoha, Alternate Universe, Cohabitation, Clan Politics, Scars, Angst, Post-War, Falling in Love, Omegaverse, Healing, Cultural Differences, Getting to Know Each Other
Warnings: None
Summary: A war is lost and a treaty is signed. The Uchiha are absorbed into Konoha, a village built on the backs of broken clans. What the Senju call peace looks a lot like subjugation to someone on the other side.
Obito is one of the war's last casualties, a warrior left behind in a new age, wasting away in a hospital bed while the rest of the clan acclimates to their new way of life. Sakumo Hatake visits him one day, the acting head of one of Konoha's most prolific families, with a proposition: Sakumo will sponsor his medical expenses, and Obito will leave the hospital on his own two feet. In exchange, Obito is to become the mate of the clan heir, a man he swears he's never met.
His assumption is, regrettably, incorrect.
OR: For the chance to be whole again, Obito must marry the Hatake clan heir. The problem?
He knows this one.
Rating: Teen
Characters: Obito/Kakashi, Naruto
Tags: Kidnapping, Missing-nin Kakashi, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Found Family, Obito-centric, Grief/Mourning, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Rin Haunts the Narrative, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon Divergence
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: Obito watches from the window as Kakashi leans over the crib, his finger enclosed in a small, chubby fist. The boy is awake, his feet kicking randomly, his eyes watching the ANBU.
Kakashi makes his rounds here. He’s the only protection the orphanage has, really. But this isn’t part of his route.
Tonight, Kakashi has scrolls in the pouches of his standard-issue flak jacket. The greys of his ANBU uniform are gone, his hitai-ate slanted over his left eye, the ANBU mask nowhere in sight. Hung over his shoulders is a large backpack, the tantō sheath hanging instead from his belt.
Kakashi lifts the small, squirming bundle into his arms and body-flickers out of the orphanage.
Oh, this’ll be good.
OR: Not all is lost after the failure of the fox attack, because the kyūbi's new host is an easy target. The problem is that, apparently, Kakashi is willing to abandon his village for a chance at parenthood.
If only he showed that dedication toward Rin.
Rating: General
Characters: Obito's Grandmother, Obito
Tags: Family, Family Bonding, Fluff, Angst, First Meetings, Uchiha Clan Politics, Accidental Child Acquisition, Family Dysfunction, Birthday, Childhood, Oneshot
Warnings: None
Summary: At her son's wake, Kaede Uchiha learns that she is not the only one left behind.
OR: Obito's grandmother would fight the whole clan to keep him safe, but she takes the scenic route to realize it.
AO3 || @kkobweek || Prompts: Meet the Family, Unexpected Truths
Fun fact: I was working on this one during KakaObi Week 2025. And now, it's here.
Rating: Teen
Characters: Obito/Kakashi, Sakumo, Rin
Tags: Royalty AU, Bodyguard Kakashi, Prince Obito, Mission Fic, Mental Health Issues, Obito is a Menace, Fluff, Angst, Dysfunctional Family, Complicated Relationships, Abuse, Ableism, Childhood Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Getting to Know Each Other, Secrets, Humour
Warnings: N/A
Summary: When he answered the summons, Lady Tsunade handed him the mission scroll without more than a short greeting, and he read through it carefully. “A bodyguard assignment?” he asked incredulously, eyeing the S-rank label at the top of the page as though it were a lie.
“For the eldest son of the Fire Daimyō, yes.”
If the client was so high-reaching, then the ranking made sense. But the estimated duration on the scroll was listed as unknown, which
nagged him. “I’ll be protecting the heir apparent, then.”
“Not quite.”
OR: A mission from the Fire Daimyō brings Kakashi to the capital, where he'll be guarding the lord's outcast son, who has driven off every bodyguard assigned to him thus far. He prepares for another painful assignment with an unpleasant client, but quickly realizes his assumptions are off the mark.
It's the daimyō's court that's unpleasant, not the prince.
AO3 || @obito-week || Prompts: Ghost, Regret, The Pure World
And with this, Obito Week is over ❤️
Rating: Teen
Characters: Obito, Kakashi, Rin
Tags: Ghost, Purgatory/Limbo, Time Travel, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Regret, Supernatural Elements, Fluff, Angst, Healing, Team Bonding, Introspection
Warnings: None
Summary: He was there again. Most of his nightmares were about that cave, the musky smell of over-saturated earth, hearkening back to those days when he was bed-bound, injuries too fresh and severe. Night and day were meaningless then, so far from the mouth of the cave that there was no air flow. It was only after Kiri, and after Rin, that he reintegrated with the world enough to learn the date.
Six months. Six months in that rotten, stony hell. Six months, and then ten years. Ten years, and more.
OR: Obito relives his life as a passive observer in the aftermath of Kannabi Bridge. Rather than suffering the slow burn of his own downfall, he leaves the cave behind for something more, and finds himself in Konoha.
There is a version of Rin and Kakashi he's never known, and he would like to meet them.
Too bad the Nohara and Hatake clans aren't known for communing with ghosts.
I am very burnt out but the chapter was more or less done, so here ya go!
Rating: Teen
Characters: Obito/Kakashi, Naruto
Tags: Kidnapping, Missing-nin Kakashi, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Found Family, Obito-centric, Grief/Mourning, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Rin Haunts the Narrative, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Canon Divergence
Warnings: None
Summary: Obito watches from the window as Kakashi leans over the crib, his finger enclosed in a small, chubby fist. The boy is awake, his feet kicking randomly, his eyes watching the ANBU.
Kakashi makes his rounds here. He’s the only protection the orphanage has, really. But this isn’t part of his route.
Tonight, Kakashi has scrolls in the pouches of his standard-issue flak jacket. The greys of his ANBU uniform are gone, his hitai-ate slanted over his left eye, the ANBU mask nowhere in sight. Hung over his shoulders is a large backpack, the tantō sheath hanging instead from his belt.
Kakashi lifts the small, squirming bundle into his arms and body-flickers out of the orphanage.
Oh, this’ll be good.
OR: Not all is lost after the failure of the fox attack, because the kyūbi's new host is an easy target. The problem is that, apparently, Kakashi is willing to abandon his village for a chance at parenthood.
If only he showed that dedication toward Rin.
