ShikaFuga but the bets of ‘are they gonna get married in secret or announce it’ lasted exactly two seconds before everyone just mutually agreed the two would randomly show up with wedding rings. Now it’s simply the when.
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I've had the next 'night out with Ino-Shika-Cho' chapter of my bleach-naruto crossover. Almost done for a while so that one may end up being a double upload after rereads and editing.
Secret time: it's the Fugaku Shikaku messy past fall out chapter.
When You Simp So Hard People Forget Simping Comes From Love
[Shikaku x Fugaku, Domestic Fluff, 822 Words]
Headcanon that during the war, Fugaku was most well known among the Clan Heads as a Heating Pad/Massager for their injuries and so they kept on bothering him with that 🤣🤣. He compromised that he’ll allow it as long as they bring him coffee, the chance for a nap, or food.
Shikaku’s required to bring all three to even be listened to.
Read on AO3
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TWs: ...none I can think of? Please tell me if I've forgotten anything!!
Headcanon that during the war, Fugaku was most well known among the Clan Heads as a Heating Pad/Massager for their injuries and so they kept on bothering him with that 🤣🤣. He compromised that he’ll allow it as long as they bring him coffee, the chance for a nap, or food.
Shikaku’s required to bring all three to even be listened to.
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“Do I get my massage now?”
Uchiha Fugaku looked over to see piles of takeout in one hand and two cups of coffee stacked in the other hand. Shikaku stood holding them cockily, practically preening as Fugaku’s eyes raked over his frame. The other medics rolled their eyes and cleared themselves out for the two lovebirds, one reiterating Inoichi’s half-joke about Shikaku being secretly born to a clan of peacocks under her breath. Fugaku snorted but didn’t dispute it—he’d have to ask that particular rumor the next he saw the former Nara Patriarch.
Fugaku sighed and put away his charts. “Come here, you ass.” He grabbed one of the pagers and scribbled something on the corner of their whiteboards. “Page me if you need anything!” The medics gave back varying levels of replies, one even replying in a language Shikaku didn’t recognize. Fugaku blushed and defended himself back. “Come on before they start suggesting baby names.”
The Medic Break Room was a familiar route for both of them. It led them right into their usual routine—Fugaku stripping as soon as he let go of the door to go take a shower and Shikaku making use of the coffee table to spread their mini-feast.
“Chouza managed to sneak in some actual food.” He answered and offered the coffee before Fugaku could raise his eyebrow. “Which leads me to the usual pleasantries—the guys say hello, Mikoto’s still being a hellion on the battlefield, and I just got word from home that Itachi’s safe and accounted for by Mikoto’s parents.” He grabbed the other coffee and took a sip. Fugaku barked a laugh at his immediate regret, forgetting he made both coffees for Fugaku’s taste. “I’m seriously considering sending you to Inoichi’s wing with your taste of coffee—coffee and tea? In the same drink??” His boyfriend’s eyes danced with teasing mirth from where he was currently occupying his mouth with food. He gave a half-committal shrug and grabbed his plate to plop into Shikaku’s waiting side.
It was never about the massages.
“Get some sleep, Fu. I’ll wake you up if anyone pages you.” He softly urges after the food’s been eaten and the rest placed to the side for whoever wants any. He opens his arms to beckon the older into them, wriggling his body to seem more comfortable. Fugaku stares down at him, eyebags even more apparent in the room’s lighting, probably debating on if he’s taken enough of a break for now and should get back to the floor. “You did tell me to fuck off if I’ve got anything less than food, your abomination which I’m somehow still calling coffee, and a nap. So here’s your nap, Fugaku.” Let me hold my boyfriend, Fu. We don’t get to see much of each other—let us make full use of the time we have, he tries to convey with his eyes. Fugaku finally softened at that, letting the coat he was grabbing fall and his body to finally surrender himself to Shikaku’s hold. The couch was, as usual, too small and uncomfortable to fit two grown men, but as even more usual, Shikaku couldn’t find it in himself to switch spots. Not when Fugaku near-instantly fell asleep as soon as he got comfortable and you’d have to pry out all of Shikaku’s teeth to get him to wake him.
Tsunade checked on them hours later. “Simp,” the medic huff but made no move to take her healer back.
—
“It's the one place you really see the love between them—normally, it's hidden by petty words, anger, and being a simp, but during these moments? They're tender and loving and the two are curled up on each other, Fugaku's head on Shikaku's chest while Shikaku has him on his lap and his body facing towards the door as if poised to protect him--many, without seeing it, just think it's an annoying fling or hate-sex between the two, but those who've seen it? They can't unsee the softness beneath their dynamic—the small asks for help hidden in whatever Fugaku's mad it/demanding of Shikaku next because he can't leave the hospital for food nor afford rest and needs someone else he's not in charge of to feel sane; and they can't unsee the true *devotion* of Shikaku bringing these things as easily as breathing, hidden under being an annoying simp so that nobody catches on and takes this--another thing--away from them.” —Me, to a friend on Tumblr.
No Thoughts, Less Context. ShikaFuga random conversation in the background of a scene:
Fugaku: I do not want to be omnipotent! If anything, if I had the choice to be anything, I’d be taking a nap! *hops over the stair railing to get down faster/perhaps attempting to shake Shikaku off*
Shikaku, following him with exactly zero hesitation: But think about it!
“So why are you mad at Shikaku this time?” Minato asked, amused.
“The asshole proposed to me. Again. Hasn’t the last 500 times I’ve rejected him been enough?” Fugaku growled as he shoved away the files.
“Eh… I’m pretty sure he’s just doing it to get rejected now.” Minato teased. Fugaku blinked. Then blinked again. Then his expression settled on one of pure rage.
“I’m going to murder him.”
Minato snorted. “Pretty sure he’ll just get aroused by that, too.”
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A/B/O ShikaFuga but it’s Alpha!Shikaku who keeps using every opportunity available to him (and he can justify a lot of opportunities-) to gift Fugaku his coats/clothing because he’s ’cold/needs a cover-up’ or whatever, but then incredibly sulks as he eventually realized he’s actually doing this to court the man and not just solely to have his scent on him/care for him, and Omega!Fugaku who’s well aware of what’s happening, even before Shikaku realizes, but doesn’t wanna touch the political implications of that with a Nine-and-a-Half-Foot-Pole 🙂↕️🙂↕️🤣🤣
[Almost all of them do end up in his nest so… 😈😈.]
