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KPOP FANFIC RECS

I haven’t written any of the following fics/AUs. Please do not steal or translate them cause the writters work hard on them. If any of the links don’t work, please let me know.

updated 16/05/23

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[deokmis]

Pursuit of Jade (dir. Zeng Qing Jie)

[c4tr0nac7]

[usermoran]

See for yourself. This is my husband, the man lawfully married to me, Fan Chingyu.

PURSUIT OF JADE (2026) dir. Zeng Qing Jie

[squeakitties]

wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating

[ichorandpride]

#they really said “you can’t use wiki as an academic source-use our garbage AI that’s even less reliable”#and you can’t even opt out of it

no but you can FORCE it away. use ublock origin and copy paste the blacklist i made into the filters to be able to remove the bullshit AI overview that google forces. it also removes youtube's forced ads (at least until they fix it)

you can also use the ublacklist extension and use this blacklist of AI image generation websites to curate your google image results

there are ALWAYS ways around stuff. it's just a matter of looking into it and asking around

[nicenice7]

I'M FREE

[alistairsprayerwarrior]

FOR WIKIPEDIA!!!!

[fuckyeahminari-dramas]

“I knew it. I never should have let you go.”

Kingyo Tsuma (2022) - episode 1

[sugar10]

Boruto was always the one who broke her walls

[ladyuchiha96]

Dawn

Set during the time skip - Boruto gradually realizing his feelings for Sarada

Looking back now, Boruto had always known that he loved Sarada.

The realization had crept into his mind rather slowly, quietly, as a silent wanting to have her close to him, to be able to hear her voice and talk to her when his chest felt heavy and feel the warmth of her palm on his shoulder when he wanted to scream in despair.

In the years he spent away with Sasuke, he would glance at the moon, the same moon she could see, and wonder if he ever slipped into her thoughts the way she did into his.

He often found himself wishing he could spar with her, have her see him succeed after weeks of working on something, and catch the faint smile in the corners of her mouth when she thought he wasn't looking.

Boruto liked seeing her smile. And he loved that concealed smile more than anything because it was meant for him and him only. It made his chest swell with pride and blood rush through his body like a force driving him forward.

On rare nights when fatigue stifled his fears, she would come to him in his dreams, right before dawn.

In the dream, she would lie beside him and hold his hand on the pillow, touch his hair, run her fingertips over the features of his face, the edges of his lips, and his scar.

He would close his eyes and lean into her touch, tired and momentarily oblivious to the outside world.

Stay. Please, stay.

She never did. Boruto would wake up, wishing he could disappear, just for another moment, to escape the guilt that tore at his gut.

Sometimes they would sit on his father's stone face and talk about something ordinary. Something that didn't involve saving thousands of souls or stopping mass destruction.

The dream would be so vivid Boruto could even hear the echo of Thunder Train somewhere in the distance, see how the gold of the sun changed the color of her hair, and feel the wind on his face, a feeling painfully familiar. He would wake up more homesick than ever.

The nearer his return to the Hidden Leaf drew, the more often he dreamed of her running into his embrace at the gate.

No matter how hard he tried to feel her with his senses, to recall the scent of her skin, the warmth of her body, the rise and fall of her chest, and the beat of her heart, in his dream Sarada remained out of his reach, even though she was right there in his arms.

Longing for home and fear of never hugging her again blended into each other, never to be set apart.

It was after he returned to the village and spent days and nights training, fighting, talking, and going on missions with her that he first felt the urge to touch her lips with his own, to hold her and - kiss her, and have her kiss him back, and - his whole body shivered with some electric feeling at the thought.

At first, it had felt just as natural as it felt ridiculous. Sarada was his friend. They grew up together. He doubted she felt anything similar about him. Not that Boruto had much time or brainpower to analyze as they were saving the world.

All he knew for sure was that he needed her to be safe because if anything happened to her after everything that happened to his family, he would most certainly have lost his mind.

And when Sarada stepped into his arms and kissed him in front of the five great shinobi nations upon his return from the battle with Kawaki, Boruto stood frozen in shock for what could have been a second or an hour, overwhelmed with the feel of her mouth on his.

Then his arms wrapped around her waist, and he drew her closer, as close as he could without hurting them both, and his chest grew heavy with the sobs she swallowed, both his and hers, sobs of sorrow and relief.

They knelt on the ground together, shaking and holding on to one another, and that was when Boruto knew that there never was and never will be anyone else on this Earth or beyond it that he would love more than he loved her.

I am genuinely interested to hear how this one felt to you guys (if it gave you any feels at all, that is)

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[dorkyungsoowrites]

Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 1

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Future Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

Description:  One night while working your part time job as a driver you pick up a drunk patron who can’t remember his address, and an unlikely series of coincidences lead you to reconsider the existence of fate.

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There was about a dozen people on the sidewalk outside the club. Most were in groups, but the person you were assigned to pick up was supposed to be alone. You rolled down your window and shouted over the nearby conversation.

“Did any of you order a ride?”

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[eleganzadellarosa]

[7:58] - MDNI

Imagine waking up to the beautiful aroma of food that traveled to you to awake you from your slumber. You walk into the kitchen to find your husband, Kyungsoo, who’s standing at the stove with just his pajama pants. It wasn’t often that you saw him without a shirt so whenever you did, it always left you feeling some type of way. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his waist from the side as you hugged him.

He gave you a smile and kissed you on top of your head; gently rubbing your back and fully embracing your hug.

“Smells great my love” you leaned over just slightly to fully breathe in the scent from the dish that he stirred.

“It’s almost done, you can wait for me at the table.”

Instead of leaving his side, you walked around to his front and looked up at him, “but I wanna stay right here.”

He brought you impossibly closer, scared your back would come in contact with the flames and peered over you to finish cooking. When he looked down he saw your eyes looking up at him pleading to let you stay where you were although you know it hindered him. He wanted to scold you for almost getting burned but his heart couldn’t help but soften seeing the love pour from your eyes. You were his beautiful wife and no matter what the circumstances, he was going to find a way to give you want you wanted.

With your chest pressed against his body, he couldn’t help himself from looking down and seeing how you were still clad in that short, see through nightgown from the night before. It made his body heat up a bit and his heart beat a bit faster. He put his utensil down and stared at you for a few seconds longer before cupping your cheek in his hand and leaning down to capture you in a kiss. It was quick, a small peck.

It wasn’t enough for him though and he knew you well enough to know it wasn’t sufficient for you either. His hands shifted to your lower back and he pulled you in some more.

“Gimme another one.” He said it as if you initiated the first, but it didn’t matter when he said it as he lifted your chin with his index finger; looking at you like you took away his sanity.

He bent down to kiss you again, this time letting his lips linger over yours much longer than last time. He was the first to part his lips and embrace yours in an attempt to deepen it. You let out a small whimper of contentment, your hold on his waist tightening.

“You’re so distracting…” he broke the kiss and lifted you so that your legs replaced your arms around him. He carried you to the couch and sat you on his lap as he plopped onto the seat. “I won’t be able to focus on the food with my dick hard like this.” He helped you slowly move your hips over him to feel the result of your “actions”.

“Sorry, I just wanted to stay in your warmth.” You pouted slightly and he straightened his posture to peck you once more.

“Baby you know I don’t mind, I’m just kidding. Not about my dick though, I want you on it right now.”

Most times you didn’t wear any panties with your nightgowns and in moments like these, you always pat yourself on the back. He lifted you just enough to free his dick from his comfy pants and rubbed the head through your folds. You bit your lip as you watched him slowly sink you down on his length, moaning when he was as deep as he could go.

His hands rested on your hips, helping you bounce up and down on him. He watched his dick disappear in and out of you until he got tired of not seeing your beautiful face. Your head was down and your eyes were closed. Your brows furrowed and your mouth hung open slightly; a sight to make him harder than he already was.

He leaned forward and grabbed your arms, crossing them behind you. His thrusts picked up and you threw your head back. He was kissing over your chest and occasionally grazing his teeth over your nipples. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you squeezing him, your scent and the softness of your skin. He kissed up your neck and your jaw, soft plump lips sending shivers down your spine.

“Hey, look at me…” His voice was soft but deep, pulling your eyes open and guiding them to his.

It all suddenly felt so overwhelming; his increasing pace, your inability to move besides your hips rocking up and down and how he looked at you; a completely different feeling from the lewd act he wrapped you in.

“Too much Kyungsoo…” your chest felt tight and your face felt flushed and now your legs felt wobbly.

He focused his grip back to your hips, “but you’re doing so well bouncing on me like this, I know you can keep going. You’re doing so well. For me. Cmon baby, keep going and I’ll let you cum.”

You knew he was going to let you cum regardless but him motivating you had your stomach filled with butterflies; and surely that wasn’t the only thing fluttering. You kept raising and lowering your hips with all the strength you had left, his name rolling off your tongue like a mantra. You bit your lip again, trying to hold in your moans as if would help you last longer. But of course it didn’t. It only made you whimper more and your rhythm slow. Your senses were on fire and his eye contact made it 100x worse.

Finally, you were out of fuel, no longer able to hold your orgasm off. It coursed through your whole body but you lifted and slammed your hips on him with a final call of his name, the sticky mess you made on his lap making a plap sound. He leaned you into him, caging you in a bear hug as he slowly thrust into you until he released a mess of his own in your gummy walls. He spoke praises in your ear and peppered you with soft kisses until you came down from your high.

He eventually moved your body to lay on the couch so he could get something to clean up the both of you with. He returned with a warm towel and wiped you off, kissing your forehead before walking back in the kitchen to finish the meal he began to prepare.

“Now stop seducing me and let me feed my wife.”

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[readyplayerhobi]

Run Little Rabbit Masterpost

; Wolf shifter!Hoseok x Rabbit shifter!Reader

; Genre: Angst, smut, fluff

; Synopsis: Jung Hoseok - the Alpha wolf of his pack and far out of your league. As a rabbit shifter who still jumps around predators, you fantasise about your dangerous crush from a safe distance, particularly as he doesn’t like you. But what happens when he goes into heat and you’re the only one he’ll accept?

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Main Series:

Run Little Rabbit

Daddy’s Little Peanut (no smut)

Big Bad Wolf

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Drabbles

Choices

Concerns

A Wish Fulfilled

Grief

[ladyuchiha96]

Hold On To Me

(post time skip)

Angst, more angst, fluff, first kiss and ohh

Boruto lay awake in his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was anniversary of Kagura's death, and none of those who witnessed it were with him today.

All of them scattered on missions, it was only him and Sarada in the village, and Sarada had been called to the Hokage's office.

She came to his house at dawn to pull him out of bed and drag him to the Post Office. He was grateful.

This was the first year they couldn't be there for the memorial. All roads between the Five Great Nations have been blocked for safety reasons, so they sent Buntan a telegram.

You know we would have come.

Sarada was restless. She wanted to say more, but didn't know how to transform what she felt into words, and Boruto didn't know what he felt at all.

He only knew that he would have given everything to be there today, for Kagura had been his friend, and his death had left a wound that never quite healed.

They signed it as Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf.

Buntan's response came late in the afternoon, just before the Post Office closed. It said,

We know. He knows it too. Thank you, Sarada.

Sarada's jaw clenched when he brought it to her to read. She pursed her lips and didn't speak a word.

How Buntan knew it was Sarada who sent the telegram was out of Boruto's grasp, but she did know, and Sarada didn't manage to pull herself together for the rest of the evening.

Deaf for everything he said, she kept looking out the window of Thunder Burger, as if her soul could somehow reach the Hidden Mist.

This is unbearable, Boruto thought as he sat up in his bed. Before he knew it, he was on his way to Sarada's.

He found her in the hallway of her apartment in her pajamas, putting on shoes.

"What are you doing?" he asked her bluntly.

"What does it look like?" she retorted, taking them off. "We're going to sleep." Boruto almost smiled.

Embarrassed beyond explanation, she motioned for him to follow her and then put him in her bed, laying behind him so that she was the big spoon.

Most people felt safer when being held, but not Sarada. That night she held on to Boruto like her life depended on it, and in the morning he woke up to her drawing circles on his back with the tip of her finger.

Having felt the change in his breathing, her hand stilled, palm flat between his shoulder-blades.

" 'Morning," he hummed, eyes still closed.

" 'Morning," she murmured back.

Too wrapped in sleep for sensible conversation, he reached behind with his arm, seeking her body.

Sarada gently pushed his arm away, but a moment later the bed creaked as she shifted her weight to move closer to him, snuggling into his back so that he couldn't see her face. Her hand rested on his ribs.

She cleared her throat. "You know this wasn't just about Kagura, right?"

"I know," he murmured, covering her hand with his own.

"Thank you," she whispered. "For being there for me."

They lay in silence for a full minute. She thought he had dozed off again when he said, in a quite clear voice, "I needed you too, you know."

At that Sarada propped herself on her elbow so that she could see him.

"Really?" she asked, utterly serious.

Boruto turned on his back, allowing her a better view.

"Really," he confirmed. The look in his eyes was similar to the one he had when his father was killed.

He sat up slowly, scratching the edge of his jaw, like he always did when he was nervous. "Sarada?"

She blinked at him, moving into a siting position as well. "What is it?"

"In case something happens -"

"No."

"Let me finish. In case something happens - I want you to know that when we're in danger - " he paused, "my first thought is of you. Where you are and if you're safe. Yes," he added, seeing her expression change, "I know you can take care of yourself. You are one of the most powerful people I ever met. I'm just saying. My first thought is of you."

Her throat tightened. "And mine is of you," she said quietly, and it was the utmost truth. "It always has been."

Boruto looked at her in surprise, but something about her expression must have reassured him. He nodded, more to himself than to her.

Heart pounding in her ears, Sarada drew closer, wrapping her fingers around his neck. Feeling his quickened heartbeat under her palm, she kissed his forehead, then his temple and his cheekbone.

"Sarada?" he asked again.

She fought back a smile. "Hm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

She nodded, realizing that her throat has tightened to the point where it was difficult to speak, but this was Boruto, and she had loved him her whole life.

Sarada froze, making herself repeat that last thought.

I have loved him my whole life.

Boruto kissed her then, breaking all of her thoughts into stardust. She gasped softly, leaning into him, excitement coursing through her. It wasn't like she imagined it would be.

It was weird, and warm and wet, and a little clumsy, but it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

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[ladyuchiha96]

I Missed You (Part 2)

Sarada comes into Boruto's bed in the middle of the night after returning from a long mission 😏 #BoruSara

Hope you enjoy this one :-D Have you read I Missed You (Part 1)?

At some time during the night he woke up with a jolt, shaken by a dream he couldn't recall. He lay awake facing the wall, trembling as if in fever, almost paralyzed, when he felt someone's weight make a dip in the mattress. A cool, dry hand ran through his hair, moving it away from his face.

He looked at her over his shoulder as she touched his forehead. Sarada.

He didn't remember to ask her when she returned, how she entered the house, or why she came in the middle of the night, though she must have been to her house to take a shower and change, for she smelt of soap and was wearing her old home clothes.

He reached for her with his hand, touching her face tenderly, running his thumb over her cheekbone.

Every nerve in his body went alive when she leaned into his palm and kissed it, wrapping her hand around his wrist.

Her eyes were soft and steady, though she looked like she wanted to cry. She ran her hand through his hair again. The tip of her finger traced the line of his jaw and chin and to the very edge of his lips.

There was a terrible split in her lower lip, and he could only imagine how much it hurt. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him down gently, shaking her head.

"It's late," she whispered. "I just needed -" she gasped mid-sentence, for Boruto had switched her on her back, tangling them both in his blanket.

Instinctively, she spread her palm over his chest where his heart was. Resting his weight on his knees and elbows, he realized that she had let her guard down. Sarada Uchiha had let her guard down, for him.

She gazed up at him now, still and expectant. He smiled at her softly, leaning down to touch their foreheads together, making the tips of their noses brush as well.

She lifted herself slightly, seeking his mouth. Blood rushed through his body as he grazed her lips with his own, careful not to hurt her.

Sarada shivered beneath him, partly from the cold outside, and her body relaxed. She inhaled deeply, kissing him with more certainty, running the tip of tongue over his lower lip.

Her lips were cool and she tasted slightly of blood, but it was still her, her warmth and her arms, her voice that will wake him up in the morning.

Her hands slid under his shirt to touch the bare skin of his back, making his heart leap. He had missed her, more than he wanted to remember, with a dull ache in his chest and a desperation he couldn't explain.

And every movement of her lips, every touch and inhale became more urgent with every passing second.

All he could think about was that she was back, and she was with him, and she wasn't going to leave.

He kissed the line of her jaw and the spot just below her ear, taking time as he moved onto her neck. He loved the sound of her breathing, soft and hitched, quiet enough so that only he could hear it, even if they weren't alone.

When they pulled away at last, breathless and flushed, Boruto scooped her in his arms so that they were facing each other, hugging her close to his chest.

He ran his fingertips up and down her forearm, occasionally slipping his hand under her sleeve to rub her bare shoulder and collarbone, and down again to the inner side of her elbow.

One of her hands was protectively on his back, and the other was in his hair, cuddling him in a soothing motion, making him sleepy.

"Sarada?"

"Hm?"

"Don't go," he whispered, barely managing to keep his eyes open.

Her hand stilled. Boruto knew what she was going to say.

You know I must.

This wasn't the same as when they had been alone, free to spend the night together without answering anyone's questions, but there must have been something about his voice that made her move so that she could see him.

Her eyes, black and inquiring, searched his face. She sighed at last.

"I just came back from a mission, and I'm tired, so you must wake me up early, do you understand?" she asked in her familiar commanding tone.

He grinned lazily. "Yes, ma'am."

She leaned in, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. "I missed you," she whispered just before he drifted off. This time, without nightmares.

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[vannahfanfics]

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Category: Romantic Fluff

Fandom: Naruto

Characters: Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki

Minato trudged down the worn dirt road, his sandals dragging in the mud as he sloshed through the rainy roadways. Around him, the rain whirled in thick sheets, drenching the exhausted ninja and chilling him to his very bones. The sky above him was stormy and grey, filled with thunderclouds that burst with occasional strikes of lightning, jagged white lines that snaked through the heavens and illuminated the weary ninja slowly walking through the village of Konoha. It was the early hours of the morning, and he was alone as he made his way home, his only companion his shadow bobbing along in the mute lighting of the crackling electricity above. With a small sigh, he flicked his bangs out of his face. He then paused to turn his face up to the roiling heavens above.

How long has it been? He thought as his blue eyes gazed at the grayness above. Six months? Seven? He wasn’t sure. He had been gone a long time, that was for sure. That was the life of a Jonin— to be sent away for months on end. Minato had spent many nights in the pouring rain, but as he stood there in the streets he knew so well, he felt like years of weariness and toil were being washed away, carried away by the thick streams of water washing across the earth. It doesn’t matter. I’m home, he thought with a small smile, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the rain streaming down his face in soft, cold rivulets. I’m home. 

With a grunt, he adjusted his rain-sodden pack on his shoulder and continued stomping through the mud, his head down as he continued down the road. He didn’t even have to think about it as he marched on. His feet carried them on their own, straight on, then a left, and a right, and another right, to the house in the heart of the village that he knew so well. He climbed the steps, his dirty shoes tracking mud over the metal stairway as he came to the second story. As he stopped in front of the door, panting slightly from the long, lonely walk through the wind and rain, he reached for the doorknob. As his hand met the cold, cold metal, he hesitated. 

Seven. It’s definitely been seven months, he concluded. How much had changed since then? The village hadn’t changed much, it seemed. The same trees, their leaves shaking in the storm winds and flashing their greenness with every lightning burst. The same streets, made of the orange-brown dirt that swelled with water with every storm. The same shops, the pub on the main road where he drank sake with Jiraiya, the old ramen shop with the friendly old man that treated Minato too well, Yamanaka Flowers, where Inoichi’s wife sold beautiful flowers, the bookstore on the corner that Kushina loved to frequent. 

Kushina.

Was she beyond the door? Kushina was a ninja, too, but the life was hard on women. It was hard for them to be separated from their beloved for so long. Part of Minato feared that it had become too much for her, and in his long absence, she had moved on. 

No. Not my Kushina, he thought with a frown and turned the doorknob, pushing the door open quietly. It creaked slightly in protest as he stepped inside, making a puddle on the doormat as the rainwater streamed dripped profusely from his soaking wet clothes, skin, and hair. He blinked in the gloom, attempting to decipher what his eyes were seeing. He shut the door behind him as he glanced around. The house looked the same, at least. Grunting as he stretched his sore muscles, he leaned down to pull his muddy boots off his feet, leaving them beside the door. He froze, fingers twitching. Those are Kushina’s shoes, he thought with a tiny smile. He had been afraid for nothing. 

Quietly so as not to wake his likely sleeping wife, he padded softly through the house, leaving wet footprints in his wake as he crossed to the back of the house. He found the door to the bedroom slightly ajar, and it made not a sound as he gently pushed it open to peer inside. His heart stopped. 

Kushina. My Kushina, he thought as every breath left his body. She was lying on her back in the bed, her face turned toward him. Even in the dark, he could see the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed softly. Moonlight streamed in through the window, making her that red hair that blazed like fire shine with heavenly light. Without thinking, Minato crossed the room, leaving a trail of water across the wooden floor as he took a strand of that gorgeous hair and held it to his lips, kissing it softly. The scent wafted up into his nose. She smells like sunshine, he thought. Minato was pretty sure that sunshine didn’t have a smell, but that is what he always thought. 

He frowned when those soft strands fell limp in his fingers, drenched with water. It was then that he realized how utterly soaked he was, and he dropped Kushina’s hair to pull back. He was cold, too, shivering slightly. Or was it simply that he was so overcome with emotion to see her? He wasn’t quite sure. Still, he knew he would catch cold in this state, so he snuck out of the room to slip down the hall into the bathroom. He didn’t bother turning on the lights, as the sparse moonlight was enough. He set his sodden pack down on the sink and sighed deeply, pulling off his vest and shirt and glancing up at himself in the mirror. 

Reflected in the glass, Minato was shining silver, too, his blonde hair stark white in the shining light. He could see the various scars across his body so clearly in the soft moonlight. Several of them were new, earned on his latest venture. Some of them weren’t even scars at all, but wounds that were still healing, red gashes against his pale white skin. That was the life he chose, and these were his badges of honor. 

Minato grabbed a towel off the towel rack with a heavy sigh and stuffed his face in it. It’s been so long since I’ve smelled clean linen, he thought dryly as he paused to breathe in the scent of fresh laundry detergent. He lifted his face, looking back up in the mirror, and was shocked to see a bloom of red in the silver and white canvas reflection. 

“Minato?” Kushina asked quietly. Her green eyes were silver pools as they gazed wide at him, staring at him through the reflection of the smooth glass. His mouth softened into a smile as soon as his eyes landed on her. Kushina… He tore his gaze away from the mirror, turning around to look at her. She was even more beautiful in person. She seemed to glow in the moonlight, her frame outline by pure light; standing there, she looked nothing short of a radiant goddess, come down from heaven to bless the undeserving man. All he could do was stare, muted by the emotion rising inside of him. Kushina closed the distance between them, her small hands reaching up to pull the towel from him and begin dabbing at his water-covered chest and arms. “You reckless man, walking through a storm like that. You’ll catch cold, you know,” she tutted, shaking her head. 

“Hmm. Can’t help it decided to rain,” he smirked down at her. It felt nice, the fluffy cotton gently running over his cold skin as she softly soaked up the water. She wasn’t looking at him, so absorbed in her work, but Minato’s eyes were captivated by her. He had thought about her so much while he was away; she had been his anchor, his lifeline, the only thing to get him through the long, cold nights fraught with danger. So many times he had been close to death, but it was she who spurred him on. Knowing that she was here, waiting for him, was the one thing that kept him going. With her lips slightly pursed, she raised her arms to drop the towel into his golden hair, ruffling it slightly as she dried his signature locks. Finally, her eyes met his, and she stopped moving. Blue eyes gazed into green ones, and so many unspoken words passed between. Minato reached up to pull her hands down, bringing her fingers to his mouth to kiss them. How he had missed those slim, perfect fingers. 

“You’re home,” she whispered, and as tears formed in the corners of her eyes, he let one of her hands go to brush them away with his thumb.

“I’m home,” he confirmed softly. Like they were pulled together by magnets, their faces drew close, and their eyes drifted shut as their lips met. She tasted even sweeter than he remembered. His hand rose to her cheek, angling his head as he kissed her slowly, lovingly. Kushina. My sunshine, he thought happily as his hand traveled to the back of her head, and he tangled his fingers into that fiery red hair that blazed brighter than the sun. She rested her hands against his bare chest, her fingers running over the scars there. When he pulled back, she was smiling happily. 

“I missed you,” she sighed as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, laying her head against his chest. Minato held her tightly as he propped his chin on the top of her head.

“I missed you too,” he murmured as he smiled into her hair. Sunshine, he thought again as he breathed in deeply. 

I’m home…

Enjoy this oneshot? Here’s Part II! Feel free to peruse my Table of Contents!

[maiikawriter]

39 as a SFW MinaKushi drabble plz. 🙏🙏

Title: Naruto’s First Christmas

Words: 1111

The lights twinkle on the tree, shining bright in Kushina’s eyes as she holds her baby close. She smiles as tiny fingers tug again on the ends of her hair, pulling it practically out of her skull with his strong little fist. With a grunt, she untangles hair red as the ornaments on the tree from Naruto’s pale, stubby fingers and narrows her eyes at his squishy face. His blue eyes open, so much like Minato’s. She can’t wait until the family is completed for the holiday. They've been waiting up for Minato, but he’ll be home soon. Their hokage is a very busy man.

“Don’t worry, Naruto,” she coos, offering him her finger to hold instead. “Daddy can’t wait to see you with all your new presents.”

“What presents?”

Kushina snaps her gaze to the window to find Kakashi crawling in, still in his ANBU mask. His tone suggests teasing, like there are no presents to be had this holiday, in spite of the piles of them under the tree. Having a husband for hokage and a new baby has its perks. Even Mikoto, with all her large Uchiha family, doesn’t have as overflowing a pile of presents under her tree as Kushina this holiday season. Naruto won’t know it until he’s older, but this whole village adores their hokage’s son.

Kakashi raises his ANBU mask, revealing his face still masked by the one he always keeps beneath it. Kushina knows he has a smile hidden. She can see it in his mismatched eyes. She smiles back, lifting the baby to meet Kakashi face to face as he falls on one knee.

“I’m sorry, Kushina.” Kakashi cocks his head at Naruto and softly strokes his chubby cheek. “Minato-sensei sent me to tell you he’ll be a little late.”

“If that Homura and Koharu are feeding him more paperwork tonight,” Kushina growls, placing her free hand on her hip. “I’m going down there to give them a piece of m–”

“No, no,” Kakashi says with a nervous chuckle. “It’s nothing like that.” He scratches the back of his head and looks over his shoulder before looking back at Naruto. “Merry First Christmas, Naruto.”

When he stands and moves as if preparing to leave, Kushina’s eyes go wide. She rises with the baby, clutching him to her chest and reaching for Kakashi. Kakashi gasps as he turns to face her, his wide eyes conveying the fear Kushina’s used to seeing, but also a light of hope that she wants him to feel. She isn’t stopping him for any other reason than wanting him to stay because he’s family now.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she snaps as she holds his gaze.

Kakashi furrows his brows and hitches a thumb over his shoulder. “H-home. I just came to relay a message.”

“Nonsense,” Kushina snorts as Naruto wiggles in her arms. “Minato sent you here because it’s where you belong. You’re not leaving to spend the holiday alone. You’re spending it with us.”

As Naruto wrestles more, Kushina extends her arms, thrusting him into Kakashi’s chest. He takes the baby as his eyes go wide. The way he holds him, Kushina would think she’d just handed over a seal tag.

She blows a raspberry. “He’s not going to explode. Hold him close to you, Kakashi. He’s a baby.”

Kakashi looks even more uncomfortable holding Naruto close than Minato looked the first time Kushina cuddled up to him. She rolls her eyes and presses Naruto deeper into Kakashi’s armored chest.

“I can ditch the armor if I’m staying,” Kakashi says as Naruto squirms against his chest.

“We want you to stay,” Kushina insists, propping her hands on her hips. “And just look at Naruto. You’re practically a big brother to him.”

Kakashi shoots Kushina a disbelieving look. “Yeah?”

“How can you question that face?” Kushina exclaims, unable to send the teen a fierce glare when Naruto takes her breath away, lighting his shimmering blue eyes on her. “He loves you.”

“We all do.”

Kushina shoots a glance at the door to find the source of Minato’s voice. She sprints. Before he can get another word in, she’s on top of him, leaping into his arms. She sprinkles him with kisses, holding him up in the threshold, not giving him the chance to remove those cumbersome hokage robes.

“Merry Christmas, ya know!” she cries before turning her gaze to Naruto in Kakashi’s arms. “Daddy’s home, Naruto! Look!”

“How’s my little boy doing?” Minato says, his breathy laughter whisking past Kushina. “Is Kakashi taking care of you?”

Naruto’s answering gurgle paired with his fist in his mouth is evidence enough for Kushina. Kushina loops her arms around Minato’s neck, giving his handsome cheek a forceful kiss before he lets her fall from his strong arms.

When she follows Minato’s gaze Naruto’s way, she’s delighted by the sight of Naruto extending his arms toward his daddy, clutching at the air. The bright smile on Minato’s face might be the best thing Kushina’s seen all day.

Kakashi seems to notice as well when he steps forward and places Naruto into Minato’s arms. “Here. I’ll be back.”

“Where are you going?” Kushina says through gritting teeth. She is not letting him sneak off.

Kakashi meets her gaze with a tired look. “Just taking off the armor. It’ll be softer for adorable little Naruto.”

“Good.”

“Ooh,” Minato coos at Naruto falling into the crook of his elbow. “Kakashi, feel free to borrow something comfortable. There’s plenty in the closet.”

As Kakashi slips out of sight toward the bedroom, Kushina presses up to Minato’s side and observes. Her boys both have the prettiest golden hair and blue eyes to match. When they stare at each other as they are now, it’s like watching a reflection of time. Kushina can imagine Minato at that adorable age, as well as how handsome they might look forward to Naruto becoming as he grows into a ninja this village can be proud of. Between Minato’s skill and Kushina’s energy, Kushina knows he’s going to be amazing. But most of all, Kushina looks forward to seeing the type of man he’ll become. She meets Minato’s eyes, pleased to see him looking her way at the exact same moment.

“Merry Christmas, Kushina,” Minato says before pressing his lips to hers with the warmth of their baby between them.

Kushina slides a hand around Naruto’s back cradled by Minato’s course fingers. With her other hand, she presses her palm to Minato’s smooth-shaven cheek and absorbs his warmth, his loving gaze, and the smile she’ll never get enough of - for Naruto’s first holiday, or every one to follow it.

[whyme13wr]

[kiljoius-writes]

Sun Rising

Ao3 Link

Pairing: Minato Namikaze/Kushina Uzumaki

Summary: Kushina Uzumaki is alone in the world.

A classroom full of bug-eyed kids stare at her and she stares back. She has to wonder if this village has no concept of color. Her eyes flicker to the only bright thing in the room: obnoxious, spiky, blond hair. Not even blond, just straight up yellow. This boy is actually too bright, if you ask her.

It's a lonely world for a jinchūriki, especially a foreign one with wild red hair and a temper.

For motroshell, part of the 2023 Fest no Jutsu. Prompt: Uzumaki Kushina does make it to Hokage and fulfils her childhood dream. Minato has been supporting her every step of the way. How did it happen?

Kushina Uzumaki is alone in the world.

That became overwhelmingly evident when a Konoha jōnin swept her from her home at the tender age of 9.

She remembers begging her grandmother to come with her.

“Don’t make me go alone! Grandma, I don’t want to leave you!”

Life is unfair and that was simply a fact that she got to learn early in her life.

Lucky her.

Kushina Uzumaki is alone in the world.

A classroom full of bug-eyed kids stare at her and she stares back. There’s a lot of black- and brown-haired and eyed children here. All dull pastels with their boring gray and tan jackets and fatigues. They look at her like she’s the alien, but she can’t possibly be. They’re the ones who look like they crawled out from a cave with zero sunshine and no concept of color. At least she has a reason for wearing pale yellow and brown: it compliments her hair!

Her eyes flicker to the only bright thing in the room: obnoxious, spiky, blond hair. Not even blond, just straight up yellow. This boy is actually too bright, if you ask her. His eyes are startlingly blue, his jacket is a crisp white, the only dark thing about him are the blue of his fatigues. Those electrifying blue eyes are locked on her and she feels a shiver up her spine, immediately averts her eyes to the rest of the class.

She inhales deeply.

“I’m Kushina Uzumaki y’know!”

Embarrassment seeps out of her at the way her voice sounds. She hasn’t spoken much in the last few weeks during her travel, and immediately, giggles spread over the classroom. She covers her mouth as one of those dumb, drab boys points at her and immediately insults her hair.

“I’m gonna…”

Another inhale as she clutches her fists.

“I’m going to become the first female Hokage of Konohagakure!”

Then, that boy. That alarmingly bright boy stands up and declares his intention to become Hokage, too. Looking so, so happy about it, too! Like he didn’t just steal her thunder! Like a little bolt of lightning, zapping all the energy out of her.

“Tomato!”

That dumb blond kid just stares at her, and she tries not to let tears sting her eyes.

Kushina Uzumaki is alone in the world.

A shiny new headband with a leaf symbol greets her, handed to her by their sensei who looks like he’s bored. She takes it in her hands and feels the cool touch of metal against her fingertips.

She is a kunoichi of Konoha. One that smashes the faces in of all the dumb, drab boys around her.

It should have been no surprise to her that once she graduated, the teasing only got worse. 8 others join her, only 4 of which she bothered to learn the names of. Inoichi Yamanaka, Shikaku Nara, Chouza Akimichi, and of course that weak blond and blue boy. The one she sees looking at her too often, the one who has a never-ceasing smile on his face, the one who travels this world without anything troubling him.

Her first C-Rank mission accompanies a group of chūnin. She resents that she’s not being trusted to take on a C-Rank herself but looks at the snot-nosed boys with her and figures it’s only natural they wouldn’t trust them with anything important.

“Thought you’d grow out of those chubby cheeks by now, but you just look even more like a ripe tomato.”

Kushina wants to rip her hair straight out of her skull. Instead, she whips around, reels back a fist, all while the boy guffaws and holds his arms in front of his face to prepare for impact. Her fist connects with the top of his head and he crashes into the ground.

One of the chūnin hollers at them and rushes up to pull Kushina by the armpits off of her dumb, drab boy teammate. From behind, deep, obsidian eyes crinkle with a smile. One of the first genuine smiles she’s received in ages.

“Certainly not a tomato.”

The older girl approaches her, ignoring the wailing of her boy teammate, and holds out her hand to Kushina. She eyes it with suspicion.

“I’m Mikoto.”

Carefully, she takes the hand.

“I think red-hot habanero is more appropriate, don’t you think?”

Kushina Uzumaki doesn’t feel quite as lone in the world.

They tried to keep the news from her, but she would inevitably hear the whispers.

“Did you hear? Uzushiogakure destroyed overnight.”

“I heard it was to wipe out that Uzumaki clan.”

“Isn’t that the one that little girl came here from?”

Kushina ran, and ran, and ran. She didn’t stop running, even when her feet went bloody.

It couldn’t be true. There was absolutely no conceivable way it could be true. Her home, her people, her grandmother. It couldn’t be that they were all just gone.

She had to see for herself. She paid enough attention in school to know which way Uzushio was, and she bolted. No thoughts occupied her mind except the overwhelming need to see it. See what they did to the place she held so dear. Find her grandmother and bring her to safety. She couldn’t be dead. There was no way.

“Grandma.”

She huffs and puffs as she pounds the ground with her heels, sweat dripping from her hairline, hair everywhere. If someone were looking on, they’d just see a red streak tearing through the mountain side.

Suddenly, she feels her body crashing to the ground.

“Kushina!”

Immediately, she fights back. Screams at the top of her lungs, tries to swipe at whoever is pinning her to the ground. Yells at them to let go of her, that she has to get home, that she’ll tear their eyes out if they don’t stop. In the flurry of it all, she can’t make out who her captor is, until she manages to slip out of their grip. Her eyes pop open to meet spinning red ones staring back at her, eyes she’s only seen once before on another teams sensei. Then she measures the rest and sees Mikoto staring back at her, heaving.

“You can’t leave the village.”

Kushina feels her insides get fiery, doesn’t even register the tears streaming down her face. She tells her she has to, that she has to save her family and her home. It’s not a matter of if, it’s a matter of when. She tells Mikoto that she’s not afraid to knock her out if she has to. She expects Mikoto to laugh at her like anyone else would, a little genin threatening a chūnin, a Uchiha of all people, but she does not laugh.

Instead, she relaxes her stance and steps towards Kushina. Instinctively, she steps backwards, but stops with her next steps. Arms encircle her and pull her body in. And she realizes that her world is crashing around her, so her body gives out and heaves with trembling sobs. Her cries fill the forest air.

Kushina Uzumaki is alone in the world.

For her 12th birthday, she is gifted with the Kyūbi.

Mito Uzumaki tells her that it’s her destiny, to absorb the Konoha bijū, become it’s jinchūriki. That special, beautiful, bright chakra flows through her. That only her chakra can possibly handle the beast. That only her heart could possibly take the burden on.

For the last year, she had grown closer and closer to Mito. It was a special kind of pain to become attached to someone you knew for a fact would inevitably die quite soon. One that would die on a schedule, to ensure that damn bijū would successfully transfer to Kushina. One that she would have to watch die with her own two eyes.

When Kushina looks into Mito’s eyes, she thinks of her grandma. She learned shortly after her village was destroyed that crying about her grandma would only invite more mocking. That the tomato is broken and leaking. No matter how often she proved herself strong, not matter how many faces she smashed into the ground, no matter how brightly her chakra flashed, she was always simply that chubby cheeked tomato. Some days, she contemplates shaving her head.

But when she looks into Mito’s eyes, she feels tears sting her eyes, and lets it happen. It’s the only time she feels like she can cry in front of someone else. Mito just pats her hands, doesn’t ask why she’s crying. Just seems to understand, and Kushina is grateful for it.

One day, on a day she doesn’t cry, Mito has biscuits and tea waiting for her when she arrives. As her time grows near, she’s being treated more and more like royalty. It’s a bittersweet thing. One in which she wishes she could tell certain people to shove it, but grins and bears it instead. Just like she must.

Today, Mito tells her about Uzushiogakure. It’s the first time it’s been brought up in conversation. Of course, Kushina has wanted to ask her about it for a long time, but also has resisted doing so because she’s not quite sure she wants to tear open those wounds.

Speaks of all the great clans that lived there, including their own. Talks about her life there before being whisked to Konohagakure. Tells her how frightened she had been, too, but was doing it for her people.

Then she drops a bomb on Kushina.

“Many of our people escaped during the destruction of our home.”

Kushina hangs onto every word, thinks of her grandma. Could she have escaped…?

Mito goes on to talk about their clan, their strength, their power, their unique ability. Their crest, the meaning of rasen, all while making the long climb up the spiral staircase to the top of the Hokage tower.

As she looks out to the Hokage mountain, she envisions her face on those rocks.

Thinks maybe it’s possible. Then she wouldn’t be some outsider.

And when she does, she’ll find her grandma.

Kushina Uzumaki decides maybe she’s not so alone in the world.

As soon as she starts to feel better, something is right around the corner to knock her right back down. Peace isn’t something Kushina’s known in a very long time, so she just expects it to be ripped away from her at this point. So when she enters her home and finds her caretaker missing, it’s expected. Then, they come for her. It’s dead night, so it’s quiet and she can hear them before she sees them. It’s too little, too late, and she’s snatched up. She cries out in vain, because she’s in a desolate part of the village where few people reside, and those that do would never respond to screams in the night.

A few hours later, and her hands are tied behind her back while she’s marched through the thicket of the forest outside of the village. While she indeed holds the Kyūbi inside of her, she doubts anyone will notice she’s gone until tomorrow when she doesn’t arrive for her daily training sessions. Nobody ever visits her in the night. And by tomorrow, it will likely be too late. She’ll be very far away in Kumogakure, where she assumes they’ll attempt to take the Kyūbi, resulting in her death.

Still, she has to try something. She can’t go out without even a little fight from her.

She’s not naïve. There’s no way she can overpower three men, likely jōnin or higher, no matter how powerful she thinks she is. That would probably just result in them knocking her out, leaving her no way to try to escape. No, she has to be sneaky. Trying to get out of her restraints would likely be too noticeable.

She tugs at her hair behind her, and the light bulb goes off.

If she can leave a trail behind her, it would result in whoever comes to look for her finding her quicker. They’d probably even be able to figure out she’s in Kumo based on the path.

One hair is plucked, and she doesn’t wince, keeps a stoic face. Releases it, lets it travel the ground.

A few seconds later, another hair or two.

She continues like this for a full hour, purposefully walking slower to delay. One of them shoves at her back, so she picks up the pace, then slows again. The cycle repeats.

Exhaustion begins to take hold. No matter how tired she is, she continues the process of slowly removing her hair. Wonders if she’ll have a bald spot after this. Hopes she’ll live to find out. Still, she barely registers her surroundings.

Her eyes drift shut, and her legs keep moving on instinct.

She doesn’t even hear the chaos around her.

Only when she hears a familiar voice.

“Are you okay?”

Slowly, she stops, struggles to lift her head, and sees someone she never thought she’d be so happy to see.

The moon illuminates that blond hair and his shiny headband that she knows for a fact he polishes daily.

“I came to rescue you.”

Me…?

Her brain is fuzzy. The joy that overcomes her is the last straw. All she can manage is a smile before her body gives out for good. She falls to her knees, and before she can face plant, he’s there in a flash to catch her and keep her body up. She struggles to look at him.

“Everything’s going to be fine.”

When he slides his arms under her back and legs and hoists her up, she starts to protest, but she can’t even get her arms wrapped around him before he takes off with her held to him. Her eyes find his face, perfectly framed by a full moon, and then they fall to his hand and she sees it: her hair between his fingers.

It worked?

He tells her that her hair is beautiful, that he realized straight away it had to be hers. Her protective instinct over her own emotions kicks in, and she asks him why he ignores her if that’s the case. His response catches her off guard, telling her she’s always been able to take care of herself, that she’s strong.

“Both in body and in spirit.”

Tells her he doesn’t want to lose her. Tells her she’s not an outsider. Tells her she lives in Konoha.

“You’re one of us.”

Never once had Kushina Uzumaki wanted to kiss a boy.

Thought it’d be impossible for her to ever find love, ever since she came to this damn village.

Suddenly, she looks at that brat, the one she thought was another weak, dumb little boy, and everything has changed in her eyes.

That blond hair doesn’t look so obnoxious anymore, those eyes so piercing. He glows like he’s her sun in the midst of night. Now she thinks that maybe he is her sun.

Kushina Uzumaki isn’t alone in the world.

It’s amidst the Third Shinobi War that she’s taken on as an apprentice to one of the Legendary Sannin. Tsunade Senju ensures that no one will ever be able to kill Kushina, no matter how hard they try. By her side is Minato, but even so, he gets sent out to battle. It’s a miserable spot she’s in, constantly thinking of the love of her life possibly being killed in action every moment he’s gone.

It happened so quickly, but Kushina can’t begin to fathom her existence without Minato. Out of nowhere, that blond brat became her whole world, and he’s not much of a brat anymore. He’s getting tall – taller than her, and they’re not technically together. He’s held her in his arms and she’s given him a cheek kiss out of gratitude, but Kushina’s already decided he’s her one true person. The only person she can trust, she can be vulnerable with, she can love.

When he’s gone, it hurts.

It only strengthens her resolve. To become stronger, to become faster, to master the Kyūbi, so that when she’s needed, she’ll be there. She’ll make sure no one else dies, least of all Minato Namikaze.

Her will is no longer made up of spite. Instead, it’s fueled by love. Desire to live, desire to protect.

She has no idea just how long this damn war would actually last.

The Second Shinobi war lasted barely 3 years. Their lives would be plagued in battle for half a decade.

For two years, she’s kept from the front lines. She spends every waking hour training under Tsunade, mastering chakra control, pushing her stamina to its limits, and bringing her healing powers to new heights. Whenever Minato returns home, the first thing they do is spar, so she can show him just how far she’s come. He shows her, too, and it brings her some relief to see him grow stronger, even if it’s apart from her.

The day he revealed to her what he had been working on with Jiraiya for so long is a day that will be carved into her memory her entire life. Told her it was a jutsu created to battle bijū and jinchūriki, but also to work with her chakra. That it was all done to make sure he wouldn’t lose her.

She remembers blacking out, the monster living inside of her flashing through her mind in a blind rage, then her knees meeting the ground. Minato’s voice fights to overpower that of the Kyūbi’s, a voice that she hears every night in her dreams, for better or worse. Seeing Minato fly into the air and crash land is the last thing she remembers before hearing those words.

“That’s why I love Kushina.”

The rest happens so fast, but she remembers it all so clearly. Thinking back to her conversation with Mito. The Adamantine Sealing Chains being released to keep the Kyūbi back. One of those claws going straight through Minato’s side. Her pleading with him to run, to leave her, all for nothing, because that was never an option he’d consider. Finally, that big, bright ball of what looked like pure energy, flying straight into the Kyūbi’s chakra sphere.

Once he recovers, she spend the next three days in his hospital bed, eating the dry rice balls and cups of sugary pudding they bring them, drinking soda and juice while watching old movies on the new T.V.’s the hospital had installed. Honestly, for as terrified as she was of what possible grave injuries he had endured, she finds the time she spends with him so…nice. They’d never been able to just chill for so long together. Be in each other company and really get to know each other’s laughs, be present and also mindless.

She knows it can’t last. They both know it. Besides, she doesn’t want to become out of practice.

Still, she savors this little moment she gets with him.

“C’mon Namikaze!” she shouts at him one day, when he barely puts up a fight. Her heel lands in his chest, and they both come crashing down. She quickly wraps her arms around him so that he’ll roll with her, rather than be flung into a nearby tree, and they come to a stop with her on top of him. She huffs, annoyed, pushing her hair from her face as she glares down at him, unimpressed. Asks him what the hell he’s doing.

He apologizes, rubbing at his face with a sigh. “Just a little tired.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “The great Minato doesn’t get tired.”

His hand slides off his face and he gives her a smile. It makes her smile, too, so she presses a kiss to his nose, deciding to lay off him a little. “No, no, you’re right. An entire war shouldn’t be trying me out.”

She giggles, softly, presses her forehead to his. Then, her smile falls as she thinks about him on the battlefield. Almost makes her eyes water – almost. “I hate it when you’re gone.”

“Awh.” He reaches up to cup one of her cheeks in his dirty palm, and she doesn’t even mind. “I do, too.”

Her eyes flutter shut as she leans into his hold.

“That’s why…I decided to take the Third up on becoming a jōnin sensei.”

Kushina collapses on top of him, unaware of just how tired she really was. He holds her for a good 20 minutes before they peel away, and she’s crying. Mostly from relief. But some of it is worry.

Part of being kept back in the village while the rest go to war has made her especially soft for the children. Every few days, she witnesses a sweet little face burst into tears when they’re told mommy or daddy, brother or sister, auntie or uncle, are gone now. She’s watched them grow from little soppy toddlers to rambunctious kids to rowdy genin.

Thinking of them being the next soldiers makes her maternal instincts churn.

But…Minato will be home.

He will be with her. For at least a little while.

She wonders which of these anxious little kiddos will end up in his care.

It’s hard to think of any of them as lucky, but if they’re all destined to work for the war machine, at least some of them will be taught by Minato. A man she admires with her entire soul, one who she thinks will do right by them, someone who wouldn’t ever purposefully mess up a kid’s life.

Kushina stands in the shadows as she watches Minato greet three little babies she knows.

Rin Nohara. A spritely girl who greets Minato with enthusiasm, yet determination. She lets him know she’s not to be reckoned with, but that she’s eager awaiting their assignments.

Obito Uchiha. Kushina thinks of her pregnant friend, Mikoto. He’s even more wiley than Rin, with a wide grin and bright eyes, despite their dark shade. The grin makes her smile, even. His determination shines through his goggles.

Then there’s Kakashi Hatake. A boy Kushina’s heart is soft for, despite it all. Just a baby when his mother died, and still just a baby when his father took his own. The boy is aloof, but dangerous. Watching him hurts her insides, makes her eyes burn.

Kushina Uzumaki feels that her world is full.

Whenever she has spare time, she’s training with the three newly minted chūnin, or bringing them back to the apartment her and Minato bought with their measly earnings. When they were moving, Team 7 spent the whole day helping them. Minato made cookies and Kushina made sure the fridge was packed with sugary drinks. Kakashi even took a few cookies home, wherever home was for him.

It’s the closest to normalcy Kushina’s ever felt in her life, and she’s desperate not to let it slip away. Seeing three little faces sitting on the carpet, munching on treats and excitedly talking about their next mission, shoving each other’s faces and shooting jabs at one another. It’s something she realizes she wants in life, to be surrounded by people she loves.

She loves Minato. She loves Rin, and Obito, and Kakashi. Thinks that when she becomes Hokage, she’ll be able to show the whole village how much love she has to give.

When the day was over, and she was helping Minato clean up the kitchen, surrounded in boxes and stray utensils and blankets and tools, he spoke words that propelled her.

“You’re going to be the best Hokage Konoha’s ever seen, you know that?”

They’re the last words she expects to hear while drying a plate, so predictably, she drops it.

Minato, living up to his renown nickname, catches it before it shatters on the counter.

“What…did you say Hokage?”

He doesn’t skip a beat when he confirms, smiling up at her. Sets the plate where it goes and lets her grab him by the cheeks.

Let’s her pull him down to the kitchen floor and devour him.

“Gods, I love you.”

Kushina can’t even deny how perfect it is for him to say it to her here and now. Feels full of love and happiness, despite everything. Can’t believe that a war happens right outside of their tiny village while she confesses right back to him. It’s just so perfect, somehow, she’s not even sure why. The way he looks over her, happy and sweet and genuine, it makes her really believe.

She says “I love you” back, with just as much passion as he does to her.

They say it over, and over, and over again.

On top of each other, next to each other, in their ears, inside their mouths, in notes and through looks.

Kushina Uzumaki is madly in love with Minato Namikaze.

After a lethal mission that brings both boys back to her, missing eyes, Kushina feels her entire body lit on fire.

It’s a normal day, as Minato told her, a fairly light mission they go on. But she stands outside of her home, watching her fiancé and his team slug up to her.

Rin is in quiet tears, but she feels it, worse than ever. Kyūbi makes sure of it. Kakashi breathes heavier than normal, but isn’t disabled, just covers one eye. Finally, Obito has an arm slung over Minato’s neck.

When they come into full view, her heart drops further than it ever has in her entire life. Breath caught in her throat, tingles on the back of her skull and neck, tears already stinging the bottoms of her eyes.

She bursts through the front door, aiming for Rin, who looks the least likely to be injured by a hug.

“Why are you not all at the hospital?!”

“I need help.”

She stops for only a moment, just a sliver of a second to collect herself, before she lifts the worst looking one into her arms: Obito. Like a baby, she holds him to her chest, looks at Minato, who sighs in relief and nods, then takes off to the hospital, all the while letting healing chakra seep from her pores directly into him.

They all recover.

It’s some of the best news she’s ever heard in her entire gods-forsaken life.

Obito and Kakashi both missing an eye, but they are opposite. They learn to cover each other, whilst Rin covers the rest. Keeps them safe and sound. Kushina helps on the upcoming missions after they’re released back to ninja duty, makes sure that whatever Minato misses, she catches.

She knows Minato is strong and capable. Doesn’t make her lose her entire sense of self whenever he comes back, looking worse than before. Now, the village elders have no choice but to allow her to participate in the war. The power was always in her hands, but now she really feels it when she looks the Third right in the eye and dares him to try to make her stay. Let’s the fire of the Kyūbi in her palms burn a little brighter just to make sure the point sticks.

Kushina Uzumaki wants to make sure she’ll never be alone, ever.

Just when they think they’ve seen the worst of the worst, something hits them harder than before. Being on the front lines is terrifying, but it’s the only place she thinks she belongs right now. Tuning out the Kyūbi from poisoning her thoughts becomes easier and easier, day by day. Mito prepared her well, made sure she could remain collected no matter what sort of vile thoughts they tried to implant in her head. Still, there were times she would look on the battlefield, see the lifeless bodies, and listen.

Listen to the sounds of heartbreak, sounds of pain, sounds of despair that she could not soothe.

Those were some of the rare moments the Kyūbi would weasel their way in.

Couldn’t save them, girl.

Kushina rubs at her crusty, tired eyes as she turns her head from the gruesome scene.

By yourself, you’re weak.

With a sigh, she reaches back to tighten her ponytail before getting to her knees.

With me, you could do more.

Gently, she turns the dog tag over from the deceased in front of her. Notes the name and rank on a pad of paper.

You’ll regret the day that boy dies because you didn’t care enough.

The pen between her fingers snaps and the growl in the back of her throat sounds too much like the Kyūbi’s.

Didn’t care enough to make sure you protected him.

“SHUT UP!”

Her fingernails elongate, her jaw becomes stiff, her skin feels like it’s lit on fire.

It happens so quickly, the throaty scream that leaves her feeling so foreign. Before it can go any further, she stabs her fingernails into her stomach, clawing at the skin around the seal. Squeezes her eyes shut, willing the mocking laugh away by pressing her forehead into the wet grass below.

The Kyūbi doesn’t escape that day, and Kushina finally thinks that maybe, now, it never will.

Kushina Uzumaki wants to make sure no one is alone in the world.

Early in her pregnancy, she decides it’ll be her last chance for a while to go back to her homeland. Look upon it with her own eyes. See her old home and what remains. Minato and team 7 join her, keep her spirits up and make sure she’s well protected. No one besides Minato knows of her pregnancy, and she  prefers to keep it that way until she absolutely cannot keep it a secret any longer.

Once Uzushiogakure came into view, Kushina steeled her gaze, made sure no one could see her break.

It wasn’t anything she wasn’t expecting. She had heard stories and seen drawings depicting what remained of the land. The broken pillars and overgrown foliage didn’t bother her so much. It had been over ten years since the news reached her ears, it was enough time for her to adjust to the reality that her village was gone. All that remained was the hope that some of her people made it out alive.

Even seeing her childhood home flattened didn’t hurt as bad as she thought it would. She stands in the middle of it and closes her eyes, thinks of her grandmother. Hugs her own middle and bows her head.

The part that hurt the most was going to the cemetery.

Her feet carry her to where she knows her parents are buried, and her heart sinks at an additional tombstone. She stops before she can get close enough to read it, but already knows what she’s going to see. Swallows down the sob that threatens to escape her and just kneels in front of it, blinking bleary eyes.

Yukina Uzumaki

“I did it, grandma…”

She feels Minato’s eyes on her back as she slides a hand over her stomach, rubbing circles into the seal there.

With a longing sigh, she begins her tale to a ghost. She wonders if he thinks she looks crazy, talking to a stone, recounting her life’s adventures. Arriving in Konoha, her bond with Mito, little boys yanking her hair and teasing her face. Receiving the Kyūbi, being kidnapped by Kumo, a bright eyed blond boy saving her. That bright-eyed blond boy being her entire world for now.

“Until…until this one gets here.”

Finally, she smiles, with watery eyes and a stuffy nose, looking down at her lap.

“After that, they’ll both be my whole world.”

Kushina Uzumaki refuses to let her child be alone in the world.

When a masked man plucks her child and the love of her life chases after him, she feels the Kyūbi push against her insides. Her own screams deafen herself and everyone around her as she clutches at her stomach.

How?

After everything she’s gone through, this couldn’t be how it ended. Her newborn baby kidnapped, her husband fighting for his life, and the Kyūbi escaping her, to leave her lifeless. Leave her child alone in the world, just like she was. For just a few seconds, she got to look at the chubby, crying face of her son. Lightning blond hair and big, blue eyes, just like the man she loved. All that flashes through her mind is that blond little boy without his parents who so desperately loved him, alone.

With every breath, she feels them getting further and further away from her. The man returns, without Minato or Naruto, and she feels like her insides are lava. The seal strains, twists and burns her skin as she cries. The chakra chains she’s spent the last decade of her life training with strap in, and she sees the masked man return. She tries to yell at him, tries to ask him what he’s done, tries to do something, but she can’t let the Kyūbi escape. He walks to her, and she glares at him, feels the Kyūbi’s power flow through her arms and legs, her fingertips and toes. Then she sees it behind the mask – the sharingan.

“No - !”

Before he can come any closer, she summons every last shred of chakra from inside of her and holds one hand over the seal and faces her other palm towards the man.

It all happens so fast, chakra flares, the building they’re in cracks under the force, everything around her is hot and dry. Adrenaline courses through her veins, the only thing she can feel is the pressure from inside. The only thing that runs through her mind is that chubby faced baby and how desperately she wants to make sure she gets to see him again. She yells for him, and for Minato before she buckles to her knees, both hands working to maintain her seal.

It feels like hours that she’s done this, but at most, it had to have only been a minute. Just as the man steps to her, reaches out to restrain her, a flash of powerful blue chakra appears next to him. It takes everything she has not to give up, to keep doing her part while Minato takes care of the man.

Blood pours from her mouth as she coughs, doubling over onto herself before she finally blacks out.

When it is that she wakes up, she’s not sure, but the first thing she does is tumble out of bed, frantically searching for Naruto.

“He’s safe, Ms. Kushina!”

“They both are.”

Her vision is blurry as she tries to look for the source of the voices.

“Rin’s with Naruto.”

Two smaller shoulders lift her up on either side, and she breathes a sigh of relief. She blinks her bleary eyes, tries to focus them, then her heart sinks at an unfortunately familiar sight. Minato in a hospital bed, again.

She whispers his name, limps to his bed, carefully pulls her body into it. Hears Obito’s voice say that he’ll go get Rin and the med nin.

When they bring him in, her eyes immediately burn with tears, the happiest tears she’s ever had the fortune of shedding. As they nestle a sleeping baby between them, she feels Minato stir next to her, a little grumble and cough. His eyes peel open and they find hers immediately and she gives him a weak smile. He blinks, slowly, looks from her to Naruto, and she sees tears pool in his eyes, too.

Kakashi crouches on his haunches against the wall while Obito and Rin carefully sit on the end of the bed, looking at them with concern.

That all of them are safe and relatively healthy in the confines of the hospital, Kushina can’t justify anything other than unabashed relief.

With one arm under Naruto and the other over Minato’s chest, she gently nestles into them.

Kushina Uzumaki is not alone in the world.

The day it’s announced that the Third is stepping down, everyone looks to Kushina.

“My official recommendation…is Minato Namikaze.”

Hushed whispers fall over the room and she feels Minato freeze next to her. Kushina holds her gaze forward, lips thinned to a harsh line.

Immediately, debate breaks out within the space. After a moment, Minato clears his throat and voices his rejection of the nomination.

“He doesn’t want it?”

“Bullshit, he’s always talked about it.”

“Can he even reject the nomination anyway?”

Kushina grits her teeth, shifting her eyes slightly. It’s not like this wasn’t what she had always expected, anyway. It was always going to be Minato. She knew it back then, she knows it now. There was no way they’d ever let a woman hold the position, let alone the jinchūriki of the village. Even if she never asked to be, she was.

“If I’m appointed Hokage, I’ll immediately step down and nominate Kushina Uzumaki.”

Silence coats the room for a moment, and Kushina just sighs. She’s tired of people looking down on her after everything she’s gone through. Maybe it would just be easier…

“I’m in favor of Kushina Uzumaki as well, Lord Third.”

They both stop to look at the stony face of Fugaku Uchiha, who doesn’t look back at them.

Then another voices their agreement, Hiashi Hyūga. Then another, and another.

“She fought on the front lines in the war, saved my son.”

“Also protected the village from the Kyūbi.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen such powerful chakra.”

Soon, what starts as murmured agreement turns into full blown encouragement. Her hands fall to her sides as she scans the room, feeling a rush of excitement hit her heart. His hand slides into hers and squeezes.

Kushina Uzumaki will never be alone in the world.

For the first time, she truly believes it.

It’s a quiet Tuesday when she climbs the spiraling steps of the Hokage tower, like she did so many years ago with Mito. Takes her time, plants her foot firmly on each one, like showing her intention as she ascends. Recalls all of the conversations, big and small, she had on these steps. With Mito. With Mikoto. With Minato. Dreams of becoming Hokage, protecting the ones she loves, and loving them and being loved.

A slow push of double doors reveals a clear day to greet her. The village is sleepy with peace. Foliage blooms, little birds and critters chirp, and the sun is warm on her face. The same spot she had looked at for so many years now adorns her face. It looks ridiculous, but she thinks that’s part of the deal. Can’t look too nice on the side of a mountain, she supposes. The face looks serious and stern like the others, but it’s her face.

On top of it, like a cute little bow, sits her son and his friends. The only noise in the village is his loud laughter. It’s the only noise in the world she’ll never get tired of. A sight she never gets tired of is her husband appearing behind him and scaring the daylight out of him.

Carefully, she runs her fingertips over the cord of her Hokage robes, twisting it between them.

Kushina Uzumaki has the love and support of an entire village.

Never will she feel alone again.

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Moments before the final battle between Boruto and Kawaki - Kawaki asking for Sarada's forgiveness. BoruSara #idiots in love

HELLOOO everyone! I've been quite busy these last few months and I can't tell you how much I've missed writing! Hope you like this one, I really loved putting it together 😁😁

P.S. The title was inspired by this scene

Having finally calmed his breathing, Boruto raised his head to see Kawaki looking at him from above.

It was a look of distant sorrow, and a very present determination.

With the knowledge that it would be over soon, a weight he had been carrying for years now left his soul, and filled it with a new dread.

He got up and dusted off his clothes and hands, glancing one more time around the battlefield, subconsciously stalling the inevitable.

Kawaki, already at his feet and looking perfectly clean, raised an eyebrow in an impatient manner. Boruto nodded in agreement. Now.

He frowned in confusion when Kawaki's eyes left him abruptly and drifted to something behind his back, when he felt Sarada's presence at his side. Her eyes were fixed on Kawaki, and to Boruto's shock, Kawaki's expression ever so slightly softened.

He didn't know how the rest of them felt at that brief moment of crazy hope, but his own heart had nearly stopped.

"Forgive me," Kawaki said quietly, as if he might choke on his own words if he spoke just a bit louder.

Forgive me for turning against you, forgive me, for I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't believe it was the right thing to do.

A painfully long heartbeat passed before Sarada responded with a calm and simple, "I forgive you."

She stepped toward him. "And I ask that you forgive me as well."

Kawaki nodded once, and with that, any look of sorrow was gone from his face. There was no changing his mind.

Boruto clenched his jaw, suppressing a wave of disappointment. He had already known it was going to be this way, known that Kawaki wasn't going to let go just like that, not after everything. It had to be solved, and it had to be solved now.

Whether out of need for reassurance or something else entirely, he looked at Sarada over his shoulder.

For a second it seemed like she would let him go without saying anything. Before he had time to process what she was going to do, Sarada swiftly closed the space between them, rising to her toes, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Boruto blinked in surprise, but relaxed instantly, putting his hands on her back and drawing her closer.

He allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment, feeling strangely at peace as he focused on the rhythmic thud of her heartbeat.

"Remember who you are and what you're fighting for," she whispered, slightly breathless and shivering as she pulled away just enough to touch his forehead with hers.

Her hand slid to his chest to clutch the front of his shirt, almost as if she was fighting the urge to spread her palm and feel his heart.

"And keep in mind that there are people waiting for you here."

In that moment of not knowing if he'd return alive or not, all Boruto could think about was that he desperately wanted to feel this again, her body's warmth against his, her arms holding him. Her.

He lowered his face, brushing his nose against hers, lips close enough to kiss her if she would only raise her head.

Sarada looked at him with those eyes black as the darkest night, knowing what he wanted, what he felt, and didn't pull away. Her grip on him tightened, but she didn't kiss him.

A voiceless plea for his return.

"I am not above killing you from behind, if that's how you'd prefer it," said Kawaki, his voice rising.

Boruto sighed, releasing her reluctantly.

He turned toward Kawaki. "Where's the fun in that?" he asked lightly, as it were not his life they were talking about.

They were gone in a blink of an eye, and Sarada could do nothing but watch after them. A sense of foreboding had taken a place in her heart and she touched the screw necklace Boruto gave her, praying that they would, indeed, come back alive.

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