#[ ic ]...“the second hokage”

[nidaiime]

@hatredcurse sent:

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[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings .

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         HIS FINGERS ALMOST LEFT INDENTS INTO THE WOODEN BOX. His eyes never strayed far from the rectangular case; a yellowish-brown cypress with the earthy aroma of hinoki oil embedded into the wooden grooves of the box.

         What lay inside the case beat it in expenses. The necklace was a delicate piece of artistry, crafted from gleaming silver and adorned with an assortment of glittering gemstones. The pendant, an intricately designed flower with petals of emerald, amethyst, and sapphire, sparkled in the light, while the silver chain should drape gracefully around the wearer's neck. 

         The overall effect was one of elegance and sophistication, a testament to the skill of the jeweler and the beauty of nature's own creations. 

         When Tobirama first laid eyes on it, only one woman came to mind. Regretfully, he wouldn't be able to gift it to her, no matter how much it hurt him not to, or how much it hurt him to even think about her. His duty to the clan before his own desire; his brother before himself.

         Lady Uzumaki Mito should be betrothed to the greatest shinobi to ever walk this land, Senju Hashirama. It was how politics worked, it was how clans came to power; to unity. Tobirama, a mere warrior, a scientist, an advisor to guide his brother's powers, could not ever compare to the sheer strength his brother held by his presence.

         The whitehaired Senju, much like his alias, had been a lone wolf since his birth. Different than his brothers and feared by his clan, Tobirama's duty could only be fulfilled if Hashirama attained his dream. 

         The wood would have splintered in his hand if not for the shadow that fell next to his. A very familiar silhouette. 

         “Lady Uzumaki,” he whispered, not turning around to meet her face, lest his desire should be known. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” He asked in a formal tone, amicable to his brother's soon-to-be-wife.

[mixelation]

from @racke7: #a more obviously insane thought is WHY THE FUCK tori would want to GO BACK to being an akatsuki-hostage #(outside of prancing around like a peacock with the Yellow Flash on her arm. bcs she's gonna be insufferable about that)

reasons tori does stuff:

survival (ACHIEVED: she has seduced the yellow flash and he's surprisingly amenable to just being pointed at murder targets)

intellectual curiosity/vindication (she fucked up time travel, so she's going to FIX IT to prove a point. to whom? to herself, maybe, doesn't matter!!)

fucking with people she's mad at (this is a very long list)

tori is not going to back to being a hostage. she is going to show up with minato on her arm so she can waltz up to obito and go, "i invented time travel and can now undo all your plans if i should so choose. also btw i'm fucking your sensei. byyyye"

i assume if she got minato to agree with this, she's gotten him to the point where he's just like "isn't that cute? <3" when she does deeply unhinged things which benefit literally no one, not even herself. then again this whole ship starts with minato being like "oh, she was stalking me and then tried to kill me to get my attention? well! mission successful 👀"

also her stuff is there

wait okay i DID fall asleep days ago when i said i would post about this and then was too busy to Blog. but here are some points on the tori/minato au

it is time travel late game plasticity!tori. so just assume she can basically do anything she wants with fuinjutsu (with sufficient time/resources) but she's not a ninja. instead she's just in ame midway through the third shinobi war one day. which SUCKS-- ame is a fucking mess and tori is essentially homeless and no one knows her. so tori's first idea is that she'll LEAVE ame, get to the coast, and then take a boat somewhere with no war. unfortunately this is means crossing through active ninja war zones

the Mood for tori in this is: imagine her muddy and damp at all times. she is floundering around the elemental nations mainly by attaching herself to other civilian groups trying to relocate and, when necessary, scamming ninja. her ability to take down ninja is all over the place, but if she tricks you into making the wrong move, you WILL end up stuck in an unbreakable barrier or dying horribly and she will take your things.

and then the mood for minato is: he's like 19-20, so he's young and more reckless with less direction than i usually write him. he is only JUST now getting an international reputation for hiraishin related shenanigans. he feels dusty and overworked all the time, but also he currently has no strong ties to konoha as a physical place (jiraiya and his genin teammates are rarely there due to war, he and kushina are buddies but not dating, and he hasn't been assigned team 7 yet). so basically he's loyal to konoha but he's not like.... eager to get back or anything. he's fine fucking around in weird corners of the world during his down time. he is basically a Nice Guy but he has no problem with murder as the quickest and easier solution.

the meetcute:

tori is good at what she does but her scams/lies/manipulations obviously don't always work, and failing to trick a ninja can end with dire consequences. she has 'died' a couple times, been imprisoned and moved by ninja and civilian groups AWAY from her goals and had to escape, etc

she is currently having a Very Bad Time. she's been captured by ninja and they're actively harassing/humiliating her. she doesn't have an opportunity to DO anything bout this so she is quite upset

minato shows up and murders the ninja. this has nothing to do with tori's presence-- it's his mission to clear enemies in the area.

minato doesn't care THAT much about helping random civilians who aren't even fire country, but he IS very good and smiling prettily and asking people if they're okay.

he asks tori if she has a safe place to go. she lies and says yes bc she doesn't want to find out what happens if the fucking YELLOW FLASH talks to her for longer than necessary.

but also she is. she is very flustered. she's not used to being saved with no strings attached. he's handsome and being kind to her. she's SO upset

they part ways. tori stomps off into the woods and she's COLD and LOST ALL HER SUPPLIES because she ran away before she could LOOT THE CORPSES.

and! the worst part is!! she keeps having idle fantasies about if she HAD said she needed help and minato? helping her?? WHY WOULD HE HELP HER. how would he 'help' her. she bets it would feel good

she INTENTIONALLY gets herself recaptured while she knows he's in the area just to be saved again. except this time she's a small group of people and he gives the same exact speech and offers help to everyone? he does not seem to recognize her even though she keeps thinking about him? tori NOT special???

tori: okay so he's psychological torturing me tori: guess i should.... kill him....? tori: only if we ever meet again though. tori: which we probably won't

so while this interaction will haunt tori for months, minato mostly forgets about it immediately. however there ARE mounting rumors that SOMEONE has a fuinjutsu master running around. it's unclear which village is responsible for it. jiraiya's investigations indicate it's probably a wandering-nin because the things this person is doing make no SENSE from a 'village at war' perspective, because he's following around tori's wildly inconsistent path of destruction. jiraiya only even cares because a few times she's been forced to leave behind active seals, and they're? insane looking???

so the sequence of events that ends up happening is:

minato is in the same area as tori, because he's helping hunt down this mysterious fuinjutsu user. he ends up chasing a bunch of ninja out of a civilian village because it is, in fact, more convenient to him if civilians like him and let him use their resources. he gives them the same speech he always does about are they okay and everyone is safe now. one of the villagers, a young woman, approaches him and is like "hey can you help with this weird ninja technique down by the river, it's killing the fish?" and minato is like "yeah sure" and he follows her down the river and voila! one of the weird seals he's looking for!

and then? somehow?? he ends up IN the river AND the river is fucking BOILING. he gets out because he can fucking teleport, but he hasn't been spamming his hiraishin as much as he will in the future and he ends up having to teleport pretty far away. he's decently injured because BOILING so he seeks medical attention and doesn't go back for a few days. but when he DOES the girl is gone and the villagers are like "oh yeah we have no idea who that was"

tori: hi sorry, you seem to have not noticed i'm the main character. die horribly, i guess

minato: i think the renegade fuinjutsu user is..... a random civilian? jiraiya: proposterous jiraiya: that makes no sense all of konoha leadership: nope, sounds wrong

so now it's minato's personal mission to refind tori, despite konoha leadership's orders to drop it, because he's 100% sure SHE is the mysterious fuinjutsu user. i don't think it would actually take him that long because he is a highly competent ninja and tori is tricksy but she's also... a walking disaster. (basically, she's good at getting herself out of immediate problems, but she's bad at long-term problems, so she does things like "flee before hiding evidence of insane fuinjutsu" and "gives her name as Cup Noodles to more than one person")

meanwhile, tori is wandering around backwater hot water country like, "i did it. i fixed my feelings on the yellow flash. u_u" and he shows up again like "hello!!!" and she's like "NO FUCK"

the problems minato immediately runs into are:

he doesn't actually have specific orders on what to DO about tori, on account of konoha thinking she has to be some sort of bad ass ninja. the game plan for the mysterious fuinjutsu master is basically just "identify and then report back" and he already did that

he COULD just drag her in and sit her down with a yamanaka, and then probably jiraiya would be like "huh, good work, kid" and he would get another accolade for excellent service he doesn't care about. but, consider: he wants to know WTF is up with her, how her seals work, and also how is she doing them if she's not a ninja

he figures out pretty quickly that they HAVE met before, twice, and she targeted him specifically to try and boil him alive. he's had ninja fixate on him before but.... the disconnect between tori's perceived threat and how close she got to boiling him alive is absurd

he's

he's kind of into it?

so the mood then is: tori is being casually stalked by the yellow flash because he just thinks she's neat. she's wildly conflicted about this because she enjoys his attention way too much, but also, she hates how he makes her feel. she hates that her life is 90% being uncomfortable and terrified of being randomly murdered, and she HATES how minato being around makes all of that go away. she hates that she likes fucking around with fuinjutsu with him. she starts doing stuff that will self-sabotage her own quest to LEAVE THE CONTINENT just to get his attention.

the get-together:

tori gets herself into hot water that makes her go "oh, hmm, i may have fucked up for good this time"

current scenario i'm imagining (some rotating needed): iwa is ALSO onto Insane Rando Fuinjutsu User running around, and they end up grabbing tori and moving her into like. an actual field prison for ninja, in a major iwa camp in one of the smaller countries. the rumor among the other captives (mostly konoha ninja) is that they'll be moved to iwa proper eventually, and tori is.... pretty sure she's actually fucked forever if she ends up in iwa

but! she has other prisoners! who are ninja! and she's like: "look, despite knowing i can do fuinjutsu, they don't seem to have the slightest idea HOW i've been doing it, because i can still make a blood seal whenever" and she gets to be an integral part of an escape plan!

but she gets left behind/immediately recaptured because no one ACTUALLY cares about her and helping her >:(

i might change this but ONE concept i have for how this pans out is that hiruzen's non-asuma child (konohamaru's parent) is one of the captives. so it's a VERY politically important captive who isn't necessarily very badass by themselves. so the mood is like "this person needs to be rescued, but they're not like some A-tier person who can rescue themselves," which is why minato himself gets sent in

tori, while she's being smacked around by iwa leadership for being a part of the escape attempt that lost them their most valuable captive, realizes that she did actually fuck up in attempting to escape, because she HAD a shot at Konoha rescuing her if she stuck with the other captives, but now those captives are free, and no one is coming for her

MEANWHILE, minato has connected witht he escaped konoha-nin and pieced together that tori was with them but they left her behind

minato: oh minato: BRB

and i've decided in THIS au, THIS is minato's "kills 1000+ Iwa-nin in one shot" moment

so he shows up, covered in blood, kills the guy who's been torturing her, and is like "tori, are you okay?" and it's his speech he gives everyone except he's not using his pretty smile she now KNOWS is fake and he's tenderly wiping blood off her face

and tori is just. SO fucking weak to this. you became the most lethal ninja in history? for h e r?! 🥺🥺🥺

and then they make out 😌

i'm not sure how the rest of the story goes. i think minato's preferred way forward would be for tori to go into konoha's employment, but i don't think she'd like that. but also she suddenly is less interested in leaving the continent so now she maybe has to fix some things?

tori: oh you have a genin team now? um unrelated but there is a cave near kannabi bridge with an old man you must kill minato: wh minato: why do you sound like like a wizard giving me a quest minato, a month later, finding Uchiha Madara in a cave: minato: minato: TORI WHAT THE FUCK

but anyway after that when she's like "we have to find a plant guy and kill him too" then minato is 100% on board because she is. some sort of witch?

also she lets him draws a hiraishin marker on her For Safety and he's weirdly horny about it

[desperatelypraying4ananeurysm]

'Best friend', hn? (Cut scene)

Note: This is just an abridgment from the SNS two-shot. Thought I'd post it while I work on the fic itself.

Edit: Okay. I just wanted to say that I'm literally crying from laughing because of the irony; This post is my most liked post so far. And it's merely a pre-revised scene from the real fic. I almost deleted this. It would have been gone forever.

Hn! Really glad I didn't do that.

. . .

Naruto was actually engaged. He was getting married.

Sasuke's veins filled with ice.

"Why?" he breathed out, ducking his head down to hide the tears accumulating behind his eyes.

"Huh?" Naruto stopped talking.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sasuke repeated, this time with insistence.

"I...just...Didn't think it was important."

Sasuke snapped his head up, fury overcoming the hurt. "You're getting married, and you 'didn't think it was important' to tell me that?!!"

Naruto flinched back, clearly not expecting the strong response.

"I didn't know if you'd care that much about it!"

"Oh, so I'm your 'best friend' every time I ask you, but you won't tell me something like this? Either you don't mean it, or you're lying to both of us."

The second the words left his mouth, Sasuke wanted to rip his own tongue out. Apparently, he wasn't any better than Naruto when it came to reflecting before expressing.

Naruto froze. He was completely still (Sasuke couldn't even tell if he was breathing) and his eyes looked like they were about to fall out of their sockets. His mouth opened and closed several times, no sound coming out.

After a few minutes, he closed his mouth and swallowed, a shaky breath escaping his lips.

"Her father offered me a deal; if I married her, he'd help convince the council...about something I needed to get approved. Related to...my future, as hokage." That was bullshit. Sasuke wasn't dense. "Hinata and I had worked on missions before; I liked her, she was nice. So it wasn't a totally bad...agreement."

Then he turned so his body fully faced Sasuke, holding a determined gaze when he said, "But Sasuke, you mean more to me than anything. I can't tell you. I really, really can't.

"You and I—there's—We have this—this —thing, between us. This unbreakable bond! And I don't know how to explain it, but I need you to know that it's there, and it means everything to me."

It was in that moment that everything clicked into place.

[sebastiansstea]

Minato x Reader

Cozy Winter Season

|SFW|

Gender neutral

You're sitting on the couch, warm and comfortable, protected by the cold, unforgiving snow of Konoha's winter. Despite your comfort, you feel a small tinge of anxiety.

You wonder if Minato is okay.

It is quite cold outside, especially with all the snow it must be hard for a shinobi to work in such conditions. Your eyes dart to the clock for a moment.

tick... tick... tick...

The sound of the clock's consecutive and rhythmic tick was a reminder of each second Minato did not arrive back home in time. But these thoughts of yours, they're nothing, nothing but thoughts, they aren't always true, and you know that. You remind yourself that it's often that he stays at the Hokage's office this late.

As a few seconds pass by, you unfocused your eyes from the clock and reintroduce your mind into the TV. You listen in to a cheerful show. It seemed to be a Claymation of a reindeer with a shiny red nose, a short and sweet movie.

As snow catches on the windows outside, you start to feel more relaxed. The snow on the window dims the room until you are left with a small few candle lights and the rays of the television.

The scents of the candles filling your nose with a pleasant newly baked cookie smell.

It was quiet...

And Peaceful...

Now, you know somewhere within yourself that he is okay. Shinobis are adept at adjusting to their surroundings, especially the hokage himself. And you knew he would be coming home soon.

Despite your nagging anxiety, you find solace in your thoughts and flop onto your side, your body relaxing as the couch curves to fit your body. Grabbing a pillow from underneath your neck, you position it just right so that it's right under your head.

As you rest, you hear something at the door.

The fumbling of keys, shuffling, and humming. You knew who it was.

It was your lovely Minato, here after a long day of work.

His hands struggled to put the key into the knob. Without even looking at him you knew he must be freezing.

You quickly got up with a small grunt, leaving your cozy and comfortable spot on the couch.

As you walked over to the door, you quickly and gently opened the door. Minato looked up from his keys and smiled happily, excited to see you. You're relieved to see him too as you quickly pulled him inside.

While being pulled in, snow trailed behind him, heaps piled up by the door and the balcony and now into your home.

A cold breeze from the outdoors sends a number of chills down your spine, all you wished for at the moment was Minato and to be cozy and warm with him again.

However, the snow trailing back into the house was none of your concern right now. You felt his cold body against yours and you shivered once again. His hands gently holding you as you brought him inside.

Minato looked down at you with a smile as he spoke in a calm manner.

"Ah- Thank you. I was having trouble opening the door, but I suppose that was because of how cold it is outside."

He chuckled slightly as you started to take off his coat that was covered in clumps of snow. You take your hand and gently rub it against his, letting your thumb glide across the back of his hand as you noticed how cold he was, it was almost incredible that he was able to make it back home without turning into an ice popsicle.

"You're freezing."

You whispered under your breath, sighing a bit.

You were worried for him regardless of if he was fine or not. And his calm manner and gentle demeanor of his was something special, he was so calm and happy all the time even after trudging through the snow to return back home.

"Gosh, Minato. Let me help you, you're freezing."

You urged him, still holding onto his body as you ushered him onto the couch with urgency.

All Minato did was look down at you with loving eyes and a small smile, his gaze filled with nothing but warmth and love as he willingly and quietly sat down on the couch.

"You're so good to me. What would I ever do without you?"

He smiled wider, a sense of comfort filled your heart as you looked at his face, his face turning a slight red from being reintroduced into a warmer environment after being in such a cold area. You couldn't help but smile yourself as you looked deep into his eyes for a few moments.

You grabbed the blanket you had previously been using and wrapped it around Minato's body with care, making sure nothing from his being was left out. All warm and cozy.

But was it enough?

After you ran through a few more blankets and pillows, you turn back to him, realizing how silly this looked.

Minato was absolutely covered in blankets and pillows, making him appear as if he was in a small tent.

"Wow. You've outdone yourself, huh?

He starts to laugh, but he loved how you wrapped him so tightly just to keep him warm, how you cared enough about him to open the door and how you so desperately kept him warm. His content eyes gazing longingly at you with affection.

You've tuckered yourself out...

Though you felt embarrassed by the sheer number of blankets you put on him, you still felt a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you tried to hide a smile, your cheeks blooming into a pink color.

You decided this was enough. You lay yourself down onto the couch, seeking comfort in the multiple blankets on the couch as you go under a few, crawling to get to Minato's body. He grips your torso and gently placed you on his chest, rubbing your temples with his cold and rough hands as you both begin to feel the heat of the house consume you.

You never thought you could love someone so much. As corny as it sounded, even in your head, everything you've heard about falling in love was right. This feeling was special, something important and valuable. You looked up at Minato's face, and though he was distracted at first, he noticed you in the corner of his eyes and gazed back down at you. He pulled you up some more and pressed gentle kisses on your forehead, one kiss after another around your face and head.

"You're so sweet."

He whispers, nuzzling your ear teasingly.

You were both happy, letting the warmth of the blankets envelop you completely as you melted into each other.

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End...

[soaringpigeonshovel]

AU idea where the eye Naruto gives Kakashi is accidentally a Perfect Magic Eye a la Hagoromo, capable of Sharingan and Rinnegan and all that jazz.

Kakashi has no idea until he wakes up from a particularly hellish nightmare to find a two-meter sphere his bedroom just. gone. A chunk of wall and floor and table have vanished like an ice-cream scooper scooped it out. It can only be Kamui. Except it can't because that was Obito and Obito is gone and his gift is gone and he doesn't have the Sharingan anymore.

He approaches the destruction. Almost absently, he reaches forward and performs a wind jutsu. It knocks him back against another wall, denting it too, but the job is done: the wreckage looks natural now, rough and splintered.

Sheepishly, he goes to fetch Tenzo. Back at his house Kakashi explains that there was a nightmare, and an accidental Rasengan, and he could really use a hand. Tenzo can tell Kakashi is lying about something. But he gets the specifics wrong, and scolds Kakashi about not developing dangerous new jutsu indoors. The room gets fixed.

Kakashi carefully doesn't think about the incident and moves on. Time passes. The Hokage rarely confronts incidents directly, so there's no opportunity for any skeletons to come tumbling out of closets. Kakashi almost forgets.

Then, on a journey, Kakashi and Gai stumble into an Incident. The ensuing fight against a gang of missing-nin would have been easier if there were no innocent villagers to defend. The fight is long and messy. One of the last missing-nin tries to take a hostage. Kakashi is too far away to stop him.

Gai alights back onto his wheelchair after an awesome backflip where he punched a missing-nin in mid-air to find the last opponent shrieking in agony, clutching a bloodied stump where his leg recently was. Kakashi further away that Gai is. The leg is nowhere to be seen.

Kakashi dashes forward and puts the missing-nin out of his misery. He desperately explains about, um, a new jutsu, long range, inspired by the Yellow Flash—it's still in it's experimental stage, see, which is why even Kakashi can't really say what just happened. Haha. Guy can tell something's up, but they're both exhausted, and there's a crowd of terrified villagers to reassure.

When they return back home, Kakashi tries to put this second incident out of his mind yet again. But Guy keeps bringing it up, excited and also somewhat concerned, and that triggers Tenzo's curiousity too. Kakashi can't escape it. Questions he can't bear to even look at directly weigh down on the back of his mind like a lead weight in his skull.

One night, Kakashi is alone. Cold rain is coming down. His eye doesn't hurt. The wrongness of that tips some scale inside him. After so long spent choking his instincts, avoiding the place out of some overwhelming emotion, his feet take him back to the memorial stone.

Kakashi stands. He can't find any words. There's nobody here—none of the living and none of the dead either, he knows that—but he feels like the stone is looking at him. Like everything is watching him. Suddenly, all he needs is to see what they're seeing. He yanks out a pocket mirror.

Both his eyes are open. One is grey, as it ought to be. The other is grey too, as it ought to be. It was a gift from Naruto, after all. Kakashi's not ungrateful. He's not. The eye is grey as it always should be with absolutely no possibility of red or black or anything else. He stares at the eye. His mind quakes.

There's a stab of pain in his eye. It shouldn't be, but it's a relief. Familiar. He latches onto it like a tether, grounding, letting the sensation fill his senses.

The sharp pain swells into burning agony. That is not familiar. But he's somewhere between sleep and awareness, operating on instinct, and agony feels appropriate here. He's at the memorial stone. He doesn't have the right to try and stop it. The agony is overwhelming, but he can't bring himself to stop clutching on to the sensation.

Something reaches it's apex. It's intensity whites out Kakashi's senses for a moment. Then he's on his knees, throat raw, scrabbling for his fallen mirror.

He cracks open the eye. Something violet stares back. The world stops.

He rips the eye out.

The pain of his eye being where it was not supposed to be, i.e. in his hand, is actually less than when it was in his head. It's funny. Comical, even. Luckily he knows a statis sealing jutsu, so he seals away his eye in a scroll and tucks it in his pocket. Now his eye is in his pocket. He giggles.

After some quick first aid, he pushes himself to his feet. He blinks himself into the nearby training ground. It's probably the shortest amount of time he's ever spent at the stone. It's a record. Gai would be proud.

He staggers home. Halfheartedly, Kakashi tries to convince himself that the bedroom would be the best place to sleep, but the room feels off-limits for now. He slips into the kitchen instead. He's slept on worse things than a cold floor, and the boxy cabinets felt strangely safe. And it never hurt to have the sink nearby.

The next morning, Kakashi pulls his forehead protector over his eye in his usual way. There's a surge of mixed emotions. He focuses on the comforting familiarity and makes his way to work.

There's a commotion. Of course there's a commotion. It's nearly as funny as everyone's obsession with his mask. It almost makes it all worth it. He jukes Guy's darting grab. Naruto's confused yelling informs everyone in a five mile radius. Even Shizune looks thrown for a loop. Kakashi brushes it all off with a teasing eye-smile. It's a fashion choice, see? He thinks it makes him look dashing.

But everyone knows there's something wrong. And they're not going to let it go until they get to the bottom of it.

[nidaiime]

       TOBIRAMA REPRESSED A ROLL OF HIS EYES. “Hardly,” he bit out, his expresionless face turned quizzical if only for a second. “This is not one sided at all. You do possess the sharingan.” He waved a hand in nonchalance. “You can memorise each item of my research with effort to spare.”

       The Senju wouldn't admit it out loud, but the abilities of the sharingan would always haunt his every waking moment. In his younger—more brash—days, Tobirama would spend most of his time devising techniques that would parry the effects of the Uchiha's damned dōjutsu. 

       These simple rules of his were to instill some balance in their work space. He deemed them apt; felicitous.

       “If you retain any opposition to these, quite honestly, befitting rules, then we could pretend this conversation have never taken place.”

       At this point, Tobirama didn't mind if his opinions, or hisself, would be seen as imperious, conceited or downright disdainful. This cooperation was dropped into his lap without his prior knowledge, he reserved a right to act in caution.

       At the Uchiha's next statement, Tobirama didn't bother to hide his scoff. “I differ. You need to explain yourself, all the time,” he muttered, looking to the side. “But I have no reason to disapprove of your request. Very well, we shall deliver the news together,” he conceded at last, though without masking the annoyance in his voice.

       “I have one more condition.” He raised one finger, eyes back on Izuna's person, narrowing in obvious suspicion. “I allow no one in my labs. Not even my fellow clansmen,” he started, voice low. “Except, as of now, yourself.”

it’s to no surprise that Tobirama was exceedingly ( read: infuriatingly ) thorough and well-indexed. It’s almost maddening to Izuna to learn that the Senju expended their budget to spread a wide net of labs about the land for different subject matters, but is he really surprised? Izuna could only scoff with a quiet cackle upon hearing the news.

“My expertise? In Medical? You really are so kind to think so sweetly of me, Lord Senju.” He noticed how that man stared into his eyes without apprehension. Whether he’s a conceited fool or if feels he can shoulder the consequences of his taunt, that is yet to be known. Izuna only stared back with dignified indifference.

With a soft sigh, so quiet, so tired, Izuna listened to Tobirama list off his demands. “This is awfully one-sided, Tobirama. Surely, you must have sometime of equal value to provide to me, should I bend my knee so graciously,” his tone dripped with venom; bittersweet and thick.

“Have these conditions in writing and I’ll sign off on it, but —” the albino may have stepped back to escape this shared warmth between their chest, but the Uchiha closed the gap once more, finger jabbing square center into the cobalt blues of his attire,“ we will deliver the news together. I shouldn’t need to explain myself on this one.”

Before the fanned flames could lick the ceiling, Izuna removed himself from Tobirama’s radius, waiting to see if he was amicable enough to agree to that or if they will have to politely berate each other until morning.

[nidaiime]

@shinobinvku sent:

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# edgeplay﹕  sender  tells  receiver  not  to  come  until  they’re  allowed .

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         THE PULSE ROARED IN HIS EARS. Tobirama groaned in pleasure as Chitose peeled off his shirt, revealing his wide, toned, pale chest. A reddish hue marred his torso as the blood rushed furiously to the surface of his skin, engulfing him in heat he rarely felt. Her hands traced the lines of his muscles, pushing him closer to the edge; to let all out.

       Chitose leaned down to kiss him, her lips soft and inviting, pulling his between her teeth in a teasing bite. Tobirama's groans only grew louder as he returned the kiss with the same fervour, his hands travelling all over her body, unsure were to rest. He could taste her on his tongue as they kissed, their bodies moving in perfect synchronization, sliding against each other in hot sweat.

       Tobirama reached up to pull her dress off, revealing her luscious curves. The Senju could hardly resist running his hands over her body, feeling the smoothness of her skin, the dip in her waist, the strong, powerful musles that pulled taut as she writhed on top of him.

       “Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning up to take one nipple into his mouth, teasing the hardened nub with the point of his tongue. She let out a keen, a quiet sound from the back of her throat when he lightly bit down. 

       Tobirma's mind clouded over, nothing registered except her heat surrounding his cock as Chitose moved her hips in circular movements that drove him crazy with lust. He could only groan in pleasure. They moved together in a frenzy of desire.

       The wolf felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. With one final thrust, he—

       Chitose pushed herself up and off his aching cock, the pleasure disappearing in an instant.

       “—what...?” he breathed out, chest moving with each harsh pull of air. “What are you doing?” he asked, closing his eyes shut in agony. His breathing stuttered as he tried to regain back his thoughts.

       Her response was only a smirk, as she leaned forward to lick a long strip from the base of his cock to its head. Not enough to push him over the edge. Climax was just around the corner and she chose to torture him.

       “Please,” he whispered, moving his hand to bring pleasure to himself, to soothe that aching itch, only for her to pin them over his head.

       “No,” she whispered, eyeing him from her position at his legs,

       He could easily break away from her grip, overpower her and take his pleasure. But this...this promised a much nicer climax, an explosion of pleasure he knew was to come. “Please,” he urged again, thursting his hips upwards for any friction. 

       Moving away at the last second, Chitose slid forward, sitting on his stomach, just above his neglected cock. “You do not come until I say so.” 

       Tobirama's head burrowed into the soft pillow beneath him. He watched in fascination as she moved slightly with his chest and abdomen as they expanded with each breath. He could enjoy this.

[setokaibapetty]

Fic Friday 5 + 1 Roundup: No Meta Knowledge to Speak of

Some more inserts but of people who have limited (or zero) familiarity with the setting they have been reincarnated/transported to.

Mana (Ao3) - "An extremely self-indulgent slow burn Shisui/OC fic in which a woman reborn as a sickly Uchiha girl discovers that this Sharingan thing that everyone raves about isn’t a superpower, it’s a damned congenital disease."

Shoganai (SB) - "My idiot younger brother was going to be Hokage. Not because he actually had the skills or temperament for it, but because he was the protagonist, the world would warp to accommodate his core desire. My job, as I saw it, was to live my own goddamn life, and make sure that when the curtain closed and the plot armor doffed, he wouldn't simply fuck up the job."

Naruto and Katsuo are Friends (AO3) - "One of the other boys at the orphanage remembers just enough of a past life to see Naruto as a cute kid in need of looking after. Growing up with a brother figure watching his back, Naruto isn't a desperate, love-starved, illiterate weapon ready-made for authority to wield. Some people in Konoha aren't very happy about that..."

The Winning Move (AO3) - "When Alistair appeared in the world of A Song of Ice and Fire, he knew impressively little about the world, its plot, the characters, and, really, anything useful."

parting is all we know of heaven (AO3) - "This second life of hers has been violent, depressing, and altogether fucked up. Adding the world's most pathetic mafia boss along with the scariest baby in existence probably isn't going to fix things. (But damn if it isn't entertaining.)"

Bonus: My next life as a Clone Trooper (AO3) - "So, here’s the thing, I haven’t actually watched any of the Star Wars movies. In fact, the only reason I even knew I was in said franchise was because of the laser sticks. But hey! Even though I’ve been reincarnated as a child soldier to fight in a war for a Republic with a rather sus moral ideology, it doesn’t really have to mean anything bad for me personally! I mean, the Jedi seem like chill space monks. All I’ve got to do is survive this kriffing war and everything will be fine…"

[kageofthehiddenmist]

Dash Commentary

[ic][open?][drabble?] We just don't know. See tags for instructions.

"Ara ara ♥... what a catch," Mizukage Terumi Mei said.

The double doors of her office banged against the walls, as two jounin from Border Control dragged in a limp body. They tossed it in front of her ancient desk. The body slid, then came to a halt in the center of the office.

The Mizukage's assistant, Ao, sorted through a stack of reports and didn't intend to get involved. Mei paid him a glance, then she stood up.

"I will have a look at what prize you boys dragged in," she said. She rounded her desk. "Where did you catch the little rat?"

"Cargo ship to Konoha, ma'am. He was among the vermin."

The lady Mizukage put her shoe against the captive's shoulder, and flipped him onto his back. Once the cloak slid down, she saw his hair was like straw. And he wore a red scarf, and white armour. The ANBU mask was as tattletale as his scarf.

She squatted down. "And the mask?"

"It's still Tobirama Senju-grade, ma'am. Careful. Can't remove it without blowing up the head and setting everything ablaze."

She knew that. Her red nail ticked against the mask. Tick, tick, tick. "What are you?"

"An ANBU from Konoha, ma'am," said the officer on the left, and the officer on the right quickly filled in: "A sparrow, ma'am."

"Sparrow, mm?"

The captive remained unconscious as she ran her finger down over the beak. She said thoughtfully:

"Konoha ANBU are prideful, they often employ members of the high clans. Straw hair.... so there's a heightened chance this one is a Senju or Yamanaka or Akamichi.

"Sparrows are flighty birds. This foreign combatant isn't a tank or DPS, not even an assist. He's most likely a scout or information-gatherer that does medium-distance communication with spies. His clothes are dirty, his pouches are empty, which means he was on his way out..." So there's even more information leaks.

Then she stood up with a smile and a hand confidently on her hip. "Would you care to help a lady out?" The question was an order in disguise and everyone knew that. "Take him down below, give him to the DM. The dungeon master will know to strip-search him and put him in chakra mittens. Thank you. Good work."

Once they were out, they closed the double door.

Mei went to the double doors, opened them, and she turned to Ao.

"Ao? Send in Yapper from International Relations. She and I will write up a message to Hell's Capitol to let the devils know we caught one of their spawn."

"Birds of a feather, flock together. Do you think Oriole is involved?" he asked.

"I'm keeping that option open," she said grimly. "Does Konoha currently keep any of our people prisoner?"

"No, as far as we know the kill-before-capture strategy has been flawless." Ao answered.

"Good, we have four of theirs now. With the Sparrow, this makes five. Five is a good number. Let's see if I can finally get a high-ranking devil at my dinner table~"

"Do you want to invite the Hokage?"

She shook her head. "No. That is too high-profile. I want someone who I can bargain with. Someone who can go home as a changed man."

Ao offered: "You can consider Commander Shimura of Administration, or Commander Hatake of ANBU, or Commander Morino, Jiraiya of the Sannin, or perhaps a clan leader?"

"Shimura is unmarried, right?"

"Our spies suspect he has regular meetings with the Senju princess who broke Lord Second's hand."

The Lady Mizukage cursed like a sailor under her breath, and then she smiled.

"Let's see who will show up, shan't we? If they leave Sparrow behind, we can do to him whatever we want. I suggest we turn him into a breeding stallion, and then in twelve years, we give Konoha a taste of their own bloodline limit."

Ao rarely heard her speak with such a scary happy voice. He did knot like that. She was quite intimidating. "Ma'am, you're raising your voice too high. It's inappropri-"

She smiled. Then she closed the open doors. On a lower voice, she said: "This time, I wanted the spies to overhear. They'll get antsy, and move, and make mistakes."

Ao was quiet.

She said: "Be a dear and send the ANBU Commander after we're done talking. I want the ANBU to cross-comb the city so find out whom exactly Sparrow talked to. And if any civilian or bureaucrat dares to suddenly go on an 'emergency holiday', we will set our Hunter-nins on them. We have five prisoners now. Let's up those numbers. Ten. Fifteen. Fifty. I want this city as tidy as a geisha's hair. A single woman always cleans her house before an esteemed guest arrives."

She didn't hold Konoha in high regard. But she was a lady looking for marriage. And in the affairs of bachelor love, one can't predict their future audience!

[rainbowfey]

Day 1: Magic

This is written for @madatobiweek.

Madara shielded his face with his arm while hurrying along a dimly lit street, the ice-cold rain piercing the sleeve of his jacket like a myriad of tiny needles. He growled when his foot slipped in yet another puddle, almost sending him to the ground. He barely managed to keep his balance but he felt the water soak through his shoe, feeling like as if his foot was only seconds away from turning into an ice cube. Madara cursed under his breath and quickened his pace even more, sending a hint of chakra into his feet so that he wouldn’t stumble again. The sky had already looked rather dark when he had entered the training ground but he hadn’t expected a downpour like the world was about to end. Wind was howling through the empty streets of Konoha, rustling the trees between the houses aggressively until they were swaying like monsters preparing to attack.

Madara shook his head and ducked when he heard yet another loud crack, followed by a thud when the broken branch hit the ground only a couple steps away from him. If the storm decided to rage even a bit more furiously, falling branches wouldn’t be the only thing Madara had to worry about. He risked a peek at the closest roof from under his arm but he didn’t see any shingles trembling just yet. He sighed and rushed around a corner – when he suddenly hit something big. With a muffled yelp, someone stumbled backwards while Madara desperately tried to keep his footing. When he had caught his balance again, he angrily looked at the person who was straightening their clothes where they had bumped into each other. The other person looked up and Madara felt a wave of contempt washing over him when he noticed the red markings on a pale face.

“You,” he hissed without thinking, his eyes narrowing at the unwelcome sight.

Tobirama Senju’s face twisted with repulsion when he recognized who he had run into. “Ah,” he said in a voice that sounded like as if he had stepped into something particularly gross. “Madara.”

Madara felt his anger grow at this disrespectful tone. Out of all the people that lived in this village, of course the only other one outside in the rain was the most insufferable person imaginable. “You should better watch where you’re going,” he growled, staring at Tobirama. “Or else you might one day have an … accident.”

Tobirama furrowed an eyebrow and looked up at him with undisguised scorn. “As if you stood any chance against me,” he spit out, a sardonic smile playing around his lips. “It’ll be a cold day in hell when I get scared of a jackass like you.”

Madara clenched his fists. The only thing keeping him from bashing Tobirama’s head in was the fact that it would be hard to explain to Hashirama why he had murdered his brother. Especially since Hashirama was the Hokage and probably wouldn’t take it easy if he followed through with his fury. Instead, he forced an unfazed expression to his face and stared at Tobirama unblinkingly. “This doesn’t mean much from a person who’s too stupid to know what’s good for him,” he said calmly while raging internally. “Just you wait, Senju.”

Tobirama shrugged, his eyes full of disgust. “Go spew your bullshit somewhere else, Madara. Maybe you’ll find someone who’s willing to listen to your stammer.”

And before Madara could come up with an appropriate retribution, Tobirama had already walked past him, boldly jostling him in the process. Madara’s hand darted to his pocket which was filled with shuriken but he stopped himself just in time. From the corner of his eye, he saw Tobirama’s ghost like figure disappearing behind the corner he had just turned.

It took Madara a moment to collect himself again. His whole body felt like it had been set ablaze and he gritted his teeth, Tobirama’s scornful smile still fully present in his mind. He didn’t even remember when or how their feud had started but what he did know was that each of their encounters brought him closer to ambushing Tobirama and giving him the whipping he deserved. Over the past couple of months, they had had a handful of fights disguised as training sessions and each of them had only fueled Madara’s disdain for him even more. Tobirama was not only an insufferable person but he was also keen on playing foul, gloating over his own strength whenever one of his insidious strategies had worked. But the worst of it all was Tobirama’s contemptuous smile whenever he thought he had the upper hand.

Madara clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his skin. Only when he felt the sharp pain, he forcefully released his grip. This prick wasn’t worth the air he was breathing – and standing in the rain fuming also didn’t bring him closer to his own place. Thus, he set himself in motion again, heading for his place with big, aggressive steps. The rain kept coming down hard, washing against his body like a surge of icy water and a shiver ran down his spine. It was about time that he got home and changed into some dry clothes.

Madara tried to banish the thoughts about his fiend from his mind and fixed his gaze on the hazy shadow of a house at the end of the street. He would’ve recognized its silhouette everywhere. Like a silent threat, his house loomed over the other buildings of the street, its dark color seeming to devour all of the twilight that was left around it until it appeared to be a bottomless shadow. Madara smiled at the thought and he finally felt some of his tension fade away. When he was halfway there, he broke into a sprint, dashing through the heavy rainfall, water splashing from the puddles he stepped into. The closer he got to his place, the more it felt like as if the rain started pouring even worse, almost like as if someone or rather something wanted to quicken his steps, chasing him away from the outsides, luring him to the supposed safety of his home in the process.

Madara shook his head at this menacing thought and jumped over an enormous puddle right in front of his house. He climbed the slippery steps and already fumbled for his keys, when he noticed something strange. His doorstep was still dry, protected by the meager porch roof that barely even covered the steps. But in this small dry spot lay a narrow wooden box. Madara paused and stared at it. It was rather flat and not much bigger than the palm of his hand. The wood was entirely untouched by the rain but the tiny hinges seemed worn. He could see hints of silver between the scratches and tears and he was fairly sure that this box hadn’t been here when he had left his house earlier that day. He glanced at the empty, now almost entirely dark street but he couldn’t make out any movement or trace of someone having been there.

A sudden gust of wind made him shudder and he shrugged. He would surely find out eventually who left the box there. Madara grabbed the wooden box and noticed absentmindedly that it felt surprisingly heavy when he finally fumbled his keys out of pocket and unlocked his front door. He stepped over the threshold and for a moment, his body started trembling. A bit confused he paused but after a moment he concluded that it must have been due to the warmth of his house engulfing him and driving off the unhospitable weather behind him. With another shrug, he closed the door behind him and set the wooden box down on a cupboard next to his coatrack. With cold, stiff fingers he pried his jacket open and slipped out of it. Next were his shoes that he carelessly shoved into a corner where they would slowly dry without making a mess.

He sighed in relief when he had finally gotten rid of his wet clothes but he quickly noticed that his sweater and pants also felt rather damp. With an annoyed grown, he went up the stairs and grabbed a dry change of clothes, quickly putting them on and throwing his damp clothes into the hamper in his bathroom. Afterwards, he walked down the stairs, feeling a lot more comfortable now. He was about to head for his kitchen when he caught a glimpse of the wooden box that forlornly sat on his cupboard. Now that he wasn’t out in the pouring rain anymore, the box started to pique his interest. It was fairly odd for him to find something on his doorstep that he hadn’t known about before. Sure enough, sometimes Hashirama made a joke out of sending him random stuff but this didn’t seem to be the case this time since Hashirama had been on an extended mission for almost a week now. This did pose the question who had left it for him to find – and why.

Madara carefully lifted the box and this time he noticed how heavy it felt. If he had closed his eyes, he would have thought he had just picked up a flat stone, not a wooden box. His curiosity grew and he decided that the kitchen could wait. Instead, he carried the box to his living room and sat down on his sofa, the box in his lap. He switched on the lamp that sat next to his sofa and examined the box thoroughly. Now that he was out of the rain, he noticed the fine cut of the box. Its edges were soft, almost like as if countless hands had wandered over them. He noticed that the box didn’t have a lock and when he carefully lifted the lid, the box opened with a faint clicking sound.

Madara’s eyes widened when the lid revealed black velvet that filled the wooden box. He carefully grabbed one edge of the velvet and tugged at it. To his surprise, it gave way immediately – revealing a brilliant silver amulet. Madara held his breath and marveled at the delicate ornaments which formed a wheel around an obsidian in the middle of the amulet. Everything around him seemed to fade away when he examined the amulet, mesmerized by its beauty. The obsidian attracted his gaze and he leaned over it, staring into the black abyss that seemed to deepen with every second he looked at it. But somewhere deep down, seemingly at the bottom of it, he noticed a faint light. Madara leaned closer and closer until his face was almost touching the amulet. His body started feeling lighter and the world around him became quiet, the sound of the rain pattering against his windows drowned out by the all-embracing silence that had befallen his house. The light deep down in the obsidian started dancing and somewhere in the depths of his mind, Madara heard a faint voice calling for him, beckoning him to come closer.

“I’m coming,” he murmured to himself, his gaze lost in the abyss growing in front of him. As if in a trance, he slowly lifted his hand until it hovered directly above the amulet. The voice took on an urging tone, luring him in, growing louder with each second. And just when Madara felt like someone was standing directly behind him, his finger touched the amulet, grazing the obsidian in its middle.

Something surged through his body and his limbs started trembling violently. His eyes widened in horror and his mouth opened but the scream suffocated in his throat. He started seizing and choking on his own gasps for air. The world around him grew dim and shadows formed in the corners of the living room, closing in on him. His whole body shook and he desperately tried to move but something had taken over. Madara screamed silently when the world fell back, the abyss engulfing him.

And all at once, he was calm again. His body stopped trembling and he took a deep breath and then another one. After a moment, Madara glanced down at his hands that were still holding the amulet. And slowly, very slowly, a faint smile curled his lips.

[mdr-reikas]

For the Naruto asks, do the questions 2, 11, 23 and 26

thanks for the ask mootie <33

2. Favorite Team

Team Minato for sure. They make me go actually insane like fdhnsofndslsf I can't think about them for too long or else I go fucking crazy. There's genuinely so much to say about them, the tragedy, the parallels, hdfgfhdigf

11. Favorite Technique

This might be recency bias, but since I've been rewatching Naruto classic, I have to go with Kimimaro's bone technique. It's a little gross but it's so cool???? Like I really love the idea, if naruto was made for an older audience kimimaro's bone shit could've been vile. Haku's ice mirrors are a close second, along with many others like Kamui and Amaterasu

23. Who is the best Hokage?

Either Tsunade or Kakashi. Tsunade just pulled an ass card, since she didn't even want to be Hokage and when she did become Hokage, the Akatsuki was on the rise and trying to fuck everything over. Considering all that, she did a really good job of keeping everything in check and not causing even worse escalation imo. I'll also go with Kakashi, since once Naruto finally became Hokage, Konoha was already a fully modernized village and had great relationships with the other villages, which I think can be attributed to not only Naruto, but Kakashi as well.

26. Which character do you want to be your teacher and why?

I wanted to pick Madara first but then I realized that he'd probably just call me weak and beat my ass, so I guess Kurenai or Gai. Kurenai seemed to be a great teacher who had a genuine connection with her students and cared about them and Gai was just a great sensei overall imo. Like how he waited for an extra year before sending his students to the chunin exams. It shows that he's attentive and knows how strong his students are, and knows what's best for them.

[narasnooze]

@009720kakashi cont. x

Shikamaru had rolled his eyes and sighed at the sight of Kakashi snoozing away so peacefully when he'd stepped inside the Hokage's office, carrying a small tray with ice'd tea. "You have got to be kidding me..." He said, mostly to himself since there was nobody else around to hear him, and the man he worked for... could be dead, for all he knew.

He had put the tray down on the desk and pondered for a moment before smirking. He had shamelessly, and childishly, fished up a cube of ice from the cold beverage and placed it on the exposed skin on the back of Kakashi's neck. The very next second, Shikamaru's eyes were wide as ever and he didn't dare breathe at first.

"...Well, I'm glad to see you still got your excellent reflexes." he exhaled out once the knife was removed, then he took Kakashi's offered hand and was pulled up, adjusting his vest the moment he was on his feet.

"You shouldn't be drooling all over these, you know. You can sleep in your bed. And––" He tried reaching for the book, "––that indecent book can be left on your nightstand..!"

[tsuraiwrites]

✨weekly fic roundup✨

another round of fic I enjoyed this past week! please leave the authors a kudos and/or comment on these lovely fics.

Dragon Age

dismantle the sun - female lavellan/sera, dorian pavus/iron bull wip. I love the sibling relationship lavellan and dorian have.

One year after Trespasser, with no warning, Lavellan and Dorian Pavus are sent through time again, all the way back to the very beginning: the destruction of the Conclave.

This is obviously a problem.

Ouroboros - dorian pavus/iron bull complete

Dorian has been living through his own personal Groundhog Year and he's finally decided to tell everybody. It doesn't matter though, this run's a wash anyway.

Naruto

to continue being alive is also an art - gen wip

"Wave has been nothing but a disaster since the second that Naruto had gone bleating to the Hokage about needing a mission harder than catching cats and Tazuna had walked through the door reeking of booze. Mariko had, at that point, been struck by a sudden and powerful premonition of some of the shit that Future Mariko was going to be unable to escape, and had strongly considered asking the old man if he was willing to share the contents of the bottle he was toting around."

The Sandman

Hopes & Dreams - dream/hob gadling complete

Hob is the anthropomorphic personification of Hope.  It takes him an embarrassingly long time to figure it out.

my love is thine to teach - dream/hob gadling complete

or: Dream of the Endless Goes To Uni 

of my misery make thy use - dream/hob gadling wip

the 1889 meeting ends a lot differently, but Dream is still captured by Burgess.

Star Wars

Not a Good Man - boba fett/obi-wan kenobi

Boba snorted. “Has anyone ever told Vader that he’s delusional? You can’t change the past."

Except Obi-Wan didn’t agree.

Stranger Things

windowsill - steddie complete

(recovering in the aftermath of Vecna's attack, Max is stuck at home. Somehow, spying on Eddie Munson has become her number 1 hobby.)

Yuri!!! on Ice

eternity will be born from hope - katsuki yuuri/victor nikiforov wip

Twenty-nine year old Yuuri wakes up in his seventeen-year old body and decides fuck it, if the universe decided to screw with him, he’s going to screw back.

[narutostore]

What is Ninjutsu?

Ninjutsu is a term used to describe a wide range of techniques and skills used by ninja in the Naruto series. One of the key components of ninjutsu is the use of special techniques called "Ninjutsu no Jutsu," or ninja arts. These techniques are often unique to individual ninja or ninja clans and may require specialized training or abilities to use effectively.

In the world of Naruto, Ninjutsu techniques can be divided into several categories. One of the most well-known categories is Kekkei Genkai, which refers to genetic traits that allow users to perform unique techniques. Examples of Kekkei Genkai include the Sharingan, Byakugan, and Rinnegan.

Another category of Ninjutsu techniques is Elemental Ninjutsu, which involves the manipulation of the five basic elements: earth, water, fire, wind, and lightning. This category includes techniques like Fire Style Jutsu and Water Style Jutsu.

Other categories of Ninjutsu techniques include Genjutsu, which involves mental manipulation and illusions, and Taijutsu, which is a form of hand-to-hand combat that does not rely on the use of chakra.

Ninjutsu techniques are often critical to the success of the characters in the Naruto series. They are used in a variety of situations, from combat to infiltration and espionage. The use of Ninjutsu is also a key part of the series' overall themes, exploring the idea of power and the ethical implications of using it for various purposes.

Hydrokinesis: Hydrokinesis is a ninjutsu that involves the element of water. Most Hydrokinesis techniques require a source of water to be available in order to be performed, which can come from any body of water such as a pond or a lake.

In addition, some master ninjas of Hydrokinesis may not be dependent on a water source and can create water from their own bodies to use for their ninjutsu, such as Hoshigaki Kisame and the Second Hokage. Aside from using water for offensive or defensive purposes, Hydrokinesis users can create clones of themselves from water.

According to the Five Elements theory, the water element can easily extinguish fire (the fire element). When combined with the wind and lightning elements, the power of Hydrokinesis is greatly increased. However, Hydrokinesis will be suppressed by Earth techniques in actual combat. Hydrokinesis is also one of the basic elements used to create Bloodline Limits such as Ice Release, Vapor Release, and Wood Release

Earth Release: As the name suggests, Earth Release is a ninjutsu that involves the element of earth, typically used by ninjas from the Hidden Rock Village. Users of Earth Release will manipulate chakra to control the earth for defensive or offensive purposes. Additionally, they can use Earth Release to move through rock and soil, or to create tunnels and move underground. Some Earth techniques can even alter the properties of earth, making it as hard as metal or as malleable as clay.

Unlike Hydrokinesis, Earth Release users do not require an existing source of earth and can create earth themselves. In the Five Elements theory, earth counters

water but is weak against lightning. Therefore, opponents should use Lightning

Release techniques to suppress Earth Release. In Naruto, Earth Jutsu often involves the use of the Seal of the Boar when performing the technique.

Earth Release is also one of the basic elements used to create Bloodline Limits such as Mud Release, Wood Release, and the Particle Style.

Fire Release: Fire Release, also known as "Katon" in the Naruto universe, is a powerful elemental ninjutsu used by ninja of the Leaf Village, especially the Uchiha clan. By increasing the temperature of their chakra, ninja can manipulate flames for both offensive and defensive purposes. Fire Release is particularly effective at medium to long-range attacks, causing widespread damage. The technique is usually initiated with the "Ram" hand seal.

Advanced ninja are capable of creating variations of Fire Release techniques, such as Sasuke's Fire Release: Phoenix Sage Fire Technique or Jiraiya's combining of oil and Gamabunta's oil with his Fire Release: Flame Bullet technique to create the Fire Release: Great Flame Bullet. Fire Release becomes even more powerful when combined with Wind Release, increasing its range and damage. However, it is vulnerable to being extinguished by Water Release techniques.

Fire Release is also an essential component of certain powerful bloodline limits, such as Scorch Release, Blaze Release, and the selective bloodline limit: the Blaze Release: Susanoo Kagutsuchi.

Lightning Release

The Lightning Release is a ninjutsu technique that creates an electric current by increasing the vibrational frequency of chakra within the body. The lightning-based attacks are characterized by their incredible speed and the ability to pierce through solid objects in an instant. A target hit by a Lightning Release technique will be paralyzed and easily susceptible to follow-up attacks, potentially even fatal ones. This type of ninjutsu is especially prevalent among the ninja of the Hidden Cloud Village.

Lightning Release is often combined with weapons to infuse them with chakra, increasing their sharpness and destructive power.

Lightning Release is stronger than Earth Release but is weaker against Wind Release. When combined with Water Release, the Lightning Release creates a formidable power.

Wind-style ninjutsu: Users of Wind Release can manipulate chakra to create sharp, blade-like gusts of wind for both offensive and defensive purposes.

Wind Release is also the rarest element among the five basic elements. It is typically used for short and mid-range attacks, and ninjas can also infuse chakra into weapons to increase their range and power. If classified by strength and difficulty, the jutsu in Naruto is divided into 6 ranks:

E-rank: The most basic jutsu for academy students, such as the Transformation Technique (Kawarimi no Jutsu), Clone Technique (Bunshin no Jutsu), and Naruto's Sexy Technique (Sexy no Jutsu).

D-rank: A more advanced jutsu than E-rank, usually used by Genin, such as the Body Flicker Technique (Shunshin no Jutsu). D-rank jutsu is often one of the first techniques a ninja will learn after leaving the academy.

C-rank: Jutsu for mid-level ninja (Chuunin), notable C-rank jutsu in Naruto include Zabuza's Water Clone Technique (Mizu Bunshin no Jutsu), Ino's Mind Transfer Technique (Shintenshin no Jutsu), Naruto's Toad Oil Bullet (Kawazu Tataki), and Sasuke's Fire Style: Dragon Flame Jutsu (Katon: Ryūka no Jutsu).

B-rank: Usually requires high-level technique and large chakra reserves, only Chuunin or Jounin-level ninja can use B-rank jutsu. Examples of B-rank jutsu in Naruto include Konan's Dance of the Shikigami (Shikigami no Mai), A's Hell Stab (Jigokuzuki), Jiraiya's Needle Jizo (Hari Jizou), and Dokugiri's Poison Mist (Dokugiri).

A-rank: High-level jutsu that is usually only used by Jonin and Kage, some A-rank jutsu are also classified as forbidden techniques because of their danger. Examples include Naruto's Giant Rasengan (Ōdama Rasengan), Jiraiya's Earth Style: Swamp of the Underworld (Doton: Yomi Numa), and Kakashi's Chidori.

S-rank: S-rank jutsu in Naruto are techniques with incredible power and are considered to be secret arts. They can only be used by the person who created them, such as Naruto's Rasenshuriken and Guy's Night Guy (Yagai).

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[nidaiime]

@hatredcurse sent:

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﹟ possessive sex﹕  sender  &  receiver  have  heated  sex  after  one  was  jealous .

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        TOBIRAMA NEVER THOUGHT HIMSELF A JEALOUS MAN. Until the moment he noticed Izuna's amicable personality and flirtatious antics garnered more than a few heated looks from people around them; men and women alike. Almost as if he had no control over his actions, Tobirama sauntered over to where Izuna was happily chatting with a respectable man, eyelashes fluttering in a way Tobirama knew the other couldn't resist.

        Not bothering to hear what either of them had to say, the Senju grabbed Izuna by the collar of his alluring, silk robes; roughly dragging them out of sight. The Uchiha's winsome smile disappeared from his face but hardly Tobirama had cared, eyes fixated on the arresting beauty of his lover.

        “You are playing a dangerous game, love.” His voice dropped low, almost warningly as he crowded into Izuna, pushing him against the decorated wall. “I have seen the way they look at you. I sense the way they are around you.” Tobirama almost let a growl rumble from his throat, as the arousal of people he didn't care about hit him from all angles. “And you,” he lowered his eyes to stare at Izuna's lips, painted a divine red in contrast to his fair skin. “And you are taking pleasure in this. In knowing the effect you have on them.” 

        He leaned closer, only a hairbreadth between their lips. “On me,” he whispered, capturing his lover's lips in a possessive kiss, drinking in the other's moans greedily as if his soul would leave his body if he didn't get much of this, this life essence.

        The Senju wasted no time into teleporting them back into the comfort of their bed, festivals be damned. He had a lover to claim for himself, a lover who spent all night teasing him with his playful jabs and his coquettish smiles. Remembering the events of the night only spurred Tobirama into tearing Izuna's robes to the side, scarcely caring about ruining one of the raven's favourite robes. The only words on his mind were claim, bite, ravish. 

        Mine.

        “After tonight, you belong to no one but me,” he promised, licking a long strip from Izuna's neck to his collar, pleased at the whining noise barely escaping the Uchiha's lips, like he wanted to smother his sounds to spite the wolf.

        “Let me hear you, Izuna,” Tobirama whispered, softly biting at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, before increasing the force of his bite to leave a claiming mark where anyone could see were Izuna's robe fell from his shoulder as they usually—enticingly—did whenever Tobirama was around.

        Blood left his brain, travelling south and taking with it all Tobirama's thoughts. In a quick flick of his wrist, he undid the belt of his hakama, letting it fall from his waist, revealing a hardened bulge beneath his undergarments. “You are mine.” A dark promise, followed by a harsh kiss that almost drew blood. “You are mine from the day you started seducing me.” 

        Tobirama parted away Izuna's dress, allowing him a clear view of his pale legs, and his own hidden bulge. Palming it teasingly through his garments. “Your pleasure belongs to me.” He leaned forward to rub their cocks together, a soft moan of his own falling from his lips. “Only I who is allowed to bring such noises from your lips,” he continued, almost talking to himself at this point. 

        Izuna's sweet moans and quiet whispers fuelled the Senju more. A kunai appearing in his hand before he put it to good use, tearing carefully at Izuna's garments. “Mine,” he murmured, reaching forward to grab the oil from the table next to them with one hand, the other busy freeing himself from his own undergarments.

        “I would ask if you are ready, but,” he stopped, pouring some oil over his fingers. “But I do not have to ask, do I?” smirking as his slick fingers teased at Izuna's inviting entrance. “You are already ready for me, my love.”

[nidaiime]

        TOBIRAMA DECIDED TO HUMOUR HER. "Verily, I must confess that a swift assault would indeed invigorate me to a greater extent than a surreptitious strike," he conceded, gracing her with a faint smile that bespoke an intimacy reserved solely for kin.

        With a gentle pat upon the seat beside him, he extended an invitation to the tempestuous kunoichi, accompanied by the words, "I implore you, do join me." Such an overture conveyed an enduring welcome, a perpetual embrace extended exclusively to her.

        Though lacking the gift of clairvoyance, Tobirama possessed an innate ability to discern the tumultuous currents of her ruminations with remarkable acuity, gleaned from the subtle interplay of emotions etched upon her face and the restless chakra that flickered just beneath the surface. With genuine concern marking his features, he inquired, "Pray tell, what plagues your spirit?" Should it be something that fell within the realm of his capacity to alleviate, he promised not to permit her to return home burdened in such a manner.

        "Though my expertise in dispensing counsel may not be unparalleled, I must confess..." he cast a furtive gaze around their surroundings, creating an atmosphere of conspiracy, "...your father often sought my counsel during our youth."

She had been about to leave her perch when he called out to her, having set her eyes on different hiding-spot. But it seemed the moment had passed.

“Is there anything you are in need of, Maeko?”

The question made her pause, and a muscle to play in her jaw. With well practiced movement, she maneuvered herself through the tree, before swinging down and landing lightly at the base of its trunk. "Is keeping you on your toes not enough reason, uncle?" She ventured an easy smile and a few steps towards the bench. "But since that failed, I suppose I was hoping I could join your company, for a little while." It had become one of the worse parts. When she for one reason or another couldn't fill her day with training, the more intense the better, restlessness and the solitude would consume her. Her father. Busy. Her mother. Busy. Her older brother. Busy. Hell even little Kichiro was busy and would be even more so when he'd start the academy! As for the rest of the Senju, unless she had the desire to spend time with the very youngest then the same frustrating fact applied. Busy. It was driving her insane. "Please?"