#trans!naruto

[garlicsunshine]

trans fem naruto 💕

[hatake-no-sharingan]

um could you do sasunaru but naruto is trans and he hasn’t come out to sasuke:)

A/N: Thank you so much for your requests, they help me stay motivated and keep on writing :) I’m sorry this took so long, but I tried to put my best into making a warm romantic scene. It might be a bit messy because I’m in finals at school, but I liked how it turned out. I really hope you like it too <3

Summary: Sweet romantic moment where Naruto and Sasuke are watching a sunset and Naruto reflects about their future and how he hasn’t come out as trans to his boyfriend. Sasuke makes Naruto feel loved and warm so he knows everything will be alright.

Naruto sat in front of the lake, waiting for his boyfriend to appear. The warm summer air kissed his skin softly as the sun started to set. He noticed the small details around him. How nature changed. He saw the small buds about to bloom into flowers, the little insects dancing around him, and the sun setting all over them, covering Konoha in its loving orange light for the last few moments of the day.

He thought about all the times he’d passed beside the same place he was in, with the hope Sasuke would be there. He’d loved watching the raven haired boy since he was little. He always wanted to go up to him and say something, but he’d been too scared, so he stayed hidden, just watching from afar.

He’d wanted him ever since he could remember, felt drawn to him. It seems as if it were meant to be, because eventually destiny brought them together. Naruto couldn’t believe his luck, that he was now with the man of his dreams, the one he’d chased to the end of the world. He was his light and he was never letting it go. They hadn’t been dating for long, but he already knew that Sasuke was the man of his life.

Staring out at the scene before him, he imagined themselves bringing their future kids here. They’d sit all together, as a family, like Sasuke and he could only dream about when they were kids. He’d love to carry Sasuke’s children in his womb, to have a little girl that looked like him, with ensnaring dark eyes and deep black hair. Hopefully Sasuke would want to have kids with him, he’d make an excellent dad. But first he had to come out to him, didn’t he? He’d been waiting for the right time to tell him. It was not because of distrust, it was just that he wanted to feel comfortable when he did it, so he figured that when the right time presented itself, he’d know.

He lost himself in the daydream and then he felt rough hands grabbing his waist. He looked up and his boyfriend was right behind him, a smile barely noticeable on his lips. Sasuke sat down with his legs open, so Naruto would fit right in front of him and he could keep holding him from behind.

“I missed you” said Naruto, while Sasuke pressed kisses on his neck. “You were gone too long”

“I was only gone during the day, you saw me in the morning”

“I know, I just don’t like being away from you”

Sasuke’s arms tightened around him in assurance, Naruto had never felt this safe before. The two boys sat down quietly, just enjoying the view. Naruto wondered what was going through Sasuke’s mind, but it took him some time to say anything.

“Sasuke?” He asked, enjoying every syllable of his name.

“Hmm”

“Do you think I’m too needy?”

Sasuke let out a short laugh.

“I don’t think you’re needy, I know you are. But It’s okay, baby, I love it when you need me. It lets me know that you’re mine and mine alone. You’ll never go away from me, right?”

Naruto smiled to himself. Sasuke needed him as much as he needed Sasuke. A thought crossed his mind that it was silly of him to make a big deal out of his coming out, Sasuke would always love him no matter what, he loved him for who he was. Sitting like this, with him, and the beautiful view that they’d shared all their lives, assured him that everything would always be okay as long as they had each other. He didn’t need to tell him now, perhaps he’d do it tomorrow, he didn’t know. What he did know, was that his boyfriend loved him and that he loved his boyfriend. He was his, and his alone.

[mouseymightymarvellous]

okay so maybe i've been hittin the vacation juice a little too hard but like... all the prominent Uzumaki in canon have been women aside from Naruto... please consider trans-girl Naruto... this is totally inspired from your "Sakura/Creator, Sasuke/Destroyer, Naruto/Transformer" post btw... trans ur gender naruto all your foremothers approve lets keep that matrilineal line strong...

also... is it fcked up or what that the largely female (going solely based off # of named characters) uzumaki clan, masters of sealing and apparent allies of konoha that continued to be honored by the swirl on their uniforms, has like no seal masters? not anyone alive anyways. Minato, Kakashi, Jiraiya... boys, the lot of em and def not Uzumaki... naruto bucks that trend but its not like he KNEW he was reclaiming some clan legacy... wack. gimme old lady uzumaki pls n ty

i was gonna write you a whole bunch of meta, because you are on some galaxy brain brilliance and i am very here for it, and instead i wrote this:

materfamilias

i. mito

You are born as all true Uzumaki are born: the winds are howling at the door as your mother screams in recognition and the rains are the waves, beating against the roof and down to the shore, eroding and inevitable.

You are born as all true Uzumaki are born: storm and salt and fury.

Firstborn, your aunties paint seals like destiny onto your wrinkled brow, your clenched palms, your kicking feet.

You are born to rule and ruin.

But your red hair won’t grow in for weeks yet, and not even stars like yours are enough to shine through and herald your path.

One day you’ll pick one of those stars out of the sky and eat it.

What are stars to storms? You were born to one rule and you were born to ruin.

Will the history books remember you? You are screaming, here, now, and all of Uzushiogakure knows that you have arrived. The island is thrumming with your presence. How could you ever be forgotten, when—right now—all of Uzushiogakure is howling in recognition, seals on your wrinkled brow and your clenched palms and your kicking feet?

How could the history books ever hope to hold you? Red and rule and ruin.

A storm for a soul; they’ll never know what quite to do with women like you.

ii. kushina

Your inheritance is triptych.

Seal.

Chain.

Demon.

All three are wrapped so nicely around your throat; eight years old and offered up on an altar with a blade through your ribs.

“I don’t want it!” you howl. “You can’t make me.”

The storm looks you in the face. It is not a kind face, but then, the waves against the cliffs of Uzushiogakure where they drop straight down to the ocean, away from where they slope gentle and long unto the edge of the horizon, are proof that water is an accommodating force only as long as it takes to erode the ground out from under your feet.

“Good. You were not made for submitting.”

One day, you will know the strength in the curve of your spine, and you will teach a man who loves you as the moon loves the tides or lightning loves the tree who to ink the seals down each notch of bone that your aunties once painted down your spine as you came into the world, screaming. One day, you will know the fury in the hollow of your palms, your throat, your mouth. On day, you will know.

But today, you are eight years old, and they have put a blade through your ribs and called it destiny.

Rage. Rage against the rule and the ruin.

One day, you will open the soft fury of your mouth, and a storm will press a star behind your teeth.

But you do not need to swallow it today.

Straighten your spine.

You were not made to go quietly to your fate.

o. rin

Your foremother etched a leaf into her brow for love of her cousin, the woman who should have been king, the woman who bought peace for the price of rule.

Your aunties carved tear tracks down your face, as all the women of your family have born since your foremother first turned her back on Uzushiogakure, eyes set on the woman-king’s—stormborn, salt-crowned—back, as they set out for peace. You have worn them for all of your short, violent life, and you will wear them unto your death.

And, yes, your are wearing them unto your death.

The storm under your skin is roiling, now.

If there are tears on your face, then there have been tears on your face since the day you were born.

You have known you were a weapon since you were four years old and they put a blade in your palm and a leaf on your brow. This is destiny. This is accident.

You never should have sold rule for peace.

You are ruler of your body no longer. You haven’t had rule of your body since you were four years old.

Peace. That was what these stars were supposed to have bought.

The storm under your skin is fury and sound.

The star behind your teeth is burning.

Yours is a legacy of grief.

This is not a world of women-kings you have been born to. Your foremothers sold that inheritance for peace.

So be it.

You have been crying since the day you were born.

So be it.

A weapon.

The inevitable erosion of waves, of storms, of tears.

Maybe you never should have sold rule for peace, but peace is yours to keep.

The moon loves the tide.

The lightning loves the tree.

iii. naruto

Your mother howled the day you were born, the storm rolling out of her to unmake the world.

You were born with your umbilical cord wrapped around your throat, and your father cried as he etched destiny into you.

These should never have been your stars in the sky.

Maybe these would have always been your stars: you took the whole burning weight of them onto your tongue like mother’s milk and screamed into the night like a storm being birthed.

They don’t tell you your father’s name, but you wear his likeness.

Is there anyone left alive who can tell you that your smile is all your mother’s?

Your forefathers etched into mountains to touch the sky, and they forget your name of your foremothers is carved into the meat of their shoulders, strong enough to hold up the sky.

They should have carved grace to your wrinkled brow, happiness to your clenched palms, strength to your kicking feet, but only your father was left—with the art of your history and none of the knowledge—to wrap destiny around your throat.

Who are you, oh stormborn child?

You swallowed a star like mother’s milk, and it’s the only gift from your mother that you will ever know.

The rest, you'll have to figure out yourself.

When the history books remember you, will they know what to say?

A storm for a soul; they’ve never known what quite to do with women like you. This is not a world of women-kings you have been born to. Your foremothers sold that inheritance for peace.

Yours is a legacy of grief.

But water erodes.

Straighten your spine.

You were not made to go quietly to your fate.

Why should you sue for peace?

Your father’s eyes and your mother’s smile.

A woman was once born on an island now forgotten to time, to red and rule and ruin: yours is a legacy of grief.

Water erodes.

Raise your face to the storm.

You were born to this.

The winds are howling at the door and your mothers are screaming in recognition and the rains are the waves.

[kaijukyru]

Naruto Fanfic

Naruto, Not Naruko

Pairing: Gaara/Naruto, other pairings

Summary:  Modern AU. Naruko always felt that there was something wrong with her. Now, she understood what. She shouldn't be a She, she should be a He.

Warnings: Transgender character, Possible trans-phobia, violence, possible smut

AO3

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