Kakashi Hatake had always maintained a careful distance from the son of his late mentor. The delicate balance of space and hidden supervision has not been easy, but he has managed for eight years, trusting that this detachment was for the better. It's when he returns from a long mission, and is hesitantly informed that Naruto Uzumaki has been removed from the orphanage and now living alone, that Kakashi reevaluates. Kakashi is not father material. Years on the battlefield has left his sanity questionable at best, he is hardly qualified to take care of himself, nor is he worthy to cradle the lasting remnants of Minato and Kushina in his bloodied hands. He is considerably the worst option. But he may be the only one, and Kakashi wagers a subpar father who tries is better than nothing at all. :: "...Hatake?" "Call me Dad."

Stories about these two. In these stories, they could friends or even a ship. Read if you want, it's your choice.

What I see when I search up my name on Tumblr. No tags, if you finds this, be prepared for the golden stuff you will uncover.

(This is the sequel to my story, Six Years Too Long. You'll need to read that first to understand this one!) Six years after Minato Namikaze rose from the dead, Naruto's graduated the academy with a field of flowers in his mind and the best friends he could've ever asked for. Everything seems like it's going well... until it's not. Conspiracies within the village are keeping Minato on his toes, and Naruto's goal of world peace only seems to get further and further away from him as the Akatsuki stir and start to raise their heads. There are unknown enemies lurking around every corner, and it's up to Naruto and Kurama to stop them-- and who knows, maybe they'll have a little help when they do. (In the distance, the remnants of Uzu call, getting louder and louder each day. Naruto doesn't know what it means for him or for the rest of Team 7, but as the pull gets stronger and stronger, he has a feeling he's going to find out.) Or: Six years after the events of six years too long. (Cross posted on ao3)

Sequel to Dangerous Bond. Team 7 work together as priority one instead of seeing the others as a burden. Kakashi Hatake keeps on training after the deaths of his teammates instead of feeling guilty. The village see team 7 as a weapon, their friends wonder if they ever really knew them and team 7 sees themselves as their own small clan. With a bond this strong, they could become unstoppable. ______ Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any characters written by Masashi Kishimoto. This story was written as an alternative storyline of that written by Kishimoto. Photos used in the chapters are not owned by me either. If you like this story - please follow, like and share!

These are Naruto onesshots; meaning only bottom Naru. There will also be platonic relationships. Never will I be writing any straight oneshots here. These will contain every single topic you can think of; Death, pregnancy, smut, toxicity, sexual assault, abuse- anything. You have been warned, so I expect no insulting comments, because you could've scrolled. Also: REQUESTS ARE OPEN; I'm down for anything other then incest... no.

(EraserCloud AU - inspired by The Summer Hikaru Died) Aizawa Shouta watched his best friend die. The building collapsed in seconds, and when the dust settled, there was nothing left but silence. There was no funeral. No body. Only the unbearable certainty that Oboro Shirakumo no longer existed anywhere in this world. For days, Aizawa forced himself to keep breathing, to take one step after another, to avoid looking back. Until one ordinary afternoon, on a street where the wind sounded hollow, someone called his name. The voice was Oboro's. And when he turned around, he was standing there. Same hair, same awkward smile, same memories only they could share. But something was wrong. In the way he blinked, in the tone he used to say his name, in the stillness that surrounded him-as if even the air was afraid to touch him. Aizawa knew instantly: that was not Oboro. And yet... he didn't leave. Since then, they have lived a routine built from silence, half-spoken words, and gestures repeated from memory. Aizawa knows his friend is dead. He knows that what now walks beside him is something else, something that watches him with patience and something like affection. But every night, when the "Oboro" who returned smiles at him with those empty eyes, Aizawa tells himself it doesn't matter. Because accepting the truth would mean losing him all over again.

A young, 16 year old Shouta Aizawa and his friends Oboro Shirakumo and Hizashi Yamada all want to become heros together and open and agency. It's been their dream since they met in middle school. The three couldn't have been closer. But as they always say, anything that can go wrong, will. Content warning!!! -Su!cide -S3lf h@rm -E@ting d!sorder -Major character death -Graphic descriptions If these upset you, I would advise against reading this.

some age regressing stories with mha ccs, that dont include NSFW!

Literally the title lol This is strictly SFW Please do not add this to anything other than SFW bookshelves This is a safe space All littles and caregivers are welcome