#hashikaka

[raendown]

Haven't seen this before so not sure if you are okay with it but...Hashirama/Kakashi with maybe only one bed trope or something?

AO3

-

Hashirama was aware that his every step practically bouncedhim back in to the air like a spring but he couldn’t help himself, he was justso happy. As the Hokage he very rarely got to leave the village for any reasonthese days, let alone for actual missions, and he’d started to think he wouldspend the rest of his days locked in that drafty office with Tobirama standingover his shoulder frowning until he completed his paperwork. Getting handed anexcuse to escape that life for a just a few days was a literal dream come true.

And having Kakashi with him? That was more than the cherryon top, that was a boon he hadn’t even dared to dream of.

“If you bounce any higher I may lose you up in the clouds,”his companion murmured.

“Can’t help it,” Hashirama declared cheerfully. “I’m just sohappy!”

“Maa, I can see that.”

He turned to Kakashi with a big smile and asked, “Aren’t youhappy? You love getting out on missions!”

“True, I like seeing how the world hasn’t changed yetbetween this time and the time period I come from.” His companion assumed athoughtful look – or at least Hashirama assumed it was a thoughtful look.Sometimes it was hard to tell through the mask.

For a few steps he was thoroughly distracted contemplating themystery of what lay underneath that stretchy mystery barrier but Hashirama didn’trealize he was staring so blatantly until Kakashi came to a stop and cocked hishead to the side with his one visible eyebrow raised up to the line of his slantedheadband.

“Is there something on my face?”

“Oh! No! I was only…well, I was wondering what your facelooked like.”

“Yes, lots of people do,” Kakashi teased him and Hashiramagroaned.

Neither brought the subject up again as they continued ontheir way, making easy conversation until evening came and they realized thatin Hashirama's eagerness to leave the village he had failed to plan out accommodationsfor where they would stay the night. His oversight left them scrambling to locatethe closest town and praying there were still rooms available. Lucky for themthere was indeed a single room left. Unfortunately for Hashirama's continuedsanity there was also only one bed in that room.

“The situation is my fault,” he admitted easily, “so Ishould be the one to take the floor.”

“You think I’m going to let the Hokage of our mighty villagesleep on the floor?” Kakashi tossed back. Hashirama narrowed his eyesdoubtfully.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“Probably. But not if it’s you. I wouldn’t mind just sharingthe bed if it’s you.”

He winked and then turned away to dig through his pack for somethingand it took until he stood up again for Hashirama's poor unprepared brain toreboot after that comment. As Kakashi tootled off to the bathroom Hashiramacontinued to stand there like a fool for several minutes without doinganything. Eventually he was able to shake off the stupor and eye the bed.

Spatially speaking they could indeed fit on that mattresstogether with few problems despite the fact that neither of them were smallmen. If it was only a matter of space he would have no worries. The problem wasthat the limited space meant cuddling around each other and he wasn’t sure if Kakashihad factored that in when he’d said he was fine with sharing. Sure the manmight be a genius, he was sort of infamous for catching details that othersmissed much like Tobirama did, but he was only human. There was bound to be afew things he missed sometimes.

When the bathroom door opened again Kakashi didn’t look theleast bit surprised to find Hashirama there with what was probably quite ananxious look on his face.

“If you don’t want to I would understand,” his companionsaid.

“Oh I would like to! I mean I wouldn’t mind! Ah, um, oh dear.That probably sounded terribly awkward. And I’m only making it worse now, aren’tI? Please stop me from talking!” Hashirama wrung his hands together fretfully,worried he’d just given away too much and ruined their friendship, but Kakashi onlygave him that adorable eye smile of his.

“Yeah alright.”

The last thing Hashirama expected was for Kakashi to pulldown that infernal mask to reveal a handsome face with a cute mole. But if thatwasn’t surprising enough he followed such an incredible reveal by leaningforward to steal a chaste kiss, rocking back on his heels afterwards with acheeky grin.

“Sharing the bed doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you,”he murmured.

“Oh my,” was all Hashirama could say in a shaken voice.

Evidently he’d had nothing to worry about all along.

[raendown]

Hashirama/Kakashi and a morning cuddles with their baby? Could be abo or maybe hashirama grew a baby from the ground!

AO3

-

Their house was perfectly silent in the early dawn hours. Orat least it was until the air was split with the sharp cry of a hungry infant,calling out to her parents the only way she knew how. Kakashi rolled over intheir bed with a low groan and grumbled in to his pillow.

“It’s your turn,” he said. A tired yawn came from besidehim.

“Right. Okay. Five more minutes.”

“No Hashi, now please.”

Hashirama sighed but with a few sleepy mumbles under hisbreath he did sit up, taking a few moments to work up the energy before haulinghimself up from the bed and shuffling towards the door. “I’m so glad you talkedme in to a western style bed. So much easier to roll out of than crawling upfrom a futon.”

Tired as he was, Kakashi didn’t bother to respond, eyesstill closed and more than ready to fall back asleep.

Unfortunately those plans were foiled a few minutes laterwhen footsteps shuffled back in to the room and Hashirama's form dipped down onto the mattress with a bit extra weight than he’d left with. Kakashi crackedone eye open to see his husband settling their little daughter in the spacebetween them, pulling the blankets up to make a sort of next around her tinybody.

“Would she not settle back down?”

“Oh I’m sure she would have,” Hashirama admittedlysheepishly. “I just like having her close.”

It was such a sweet sentiment that he couldn’t find it inhis to protest so Kakashi only hummed and shifted around until he was on hisside again. Scooting over to where he could curl around their daughter andpress his forehead against the other man’s earned him a loving smile.

“You know we’re not going to get any more sleep with herhere,” he pointed out.

“Gooboo…” As though to prove his point their baby giggled upat them. “Baagabaa. Mmmmmmboo!”

“She was too cute to resist!”

Kakashi chuckled. “I suppose I can’t say refute that.”

Working one hand out of the blankets, he tickled the littletunny between them until she squealed and kicked out with both of her legs,squirming side to side with laughter. It still amazed him sometimes how smileshe was. All of her little fingernails together wouldn’t be as big as even oneof his own yet she’d managed to carve out a place in his heart so big he knewhe would never love anything else as much as he loved this little life in frontof him.

“If you can’t go back to sleep should we get up?” Hashiramaasked. By the way he had curled both hands underneath his chin it was easy tosee he felt bad about disturbing any further rest they could have gotten.

“Maa, not yet,” Kakashi said. Leaving off the tickle attack,he reached a little farther to tuck some hair behind his husband’s ear. “This isnice too. I wouldn’t mind just lying here for a little while longer.”

Hashirama beamed and Kakashi found that he had to amend whathe’d just been thinking about. If there was anyone he love as much as theirdaughter it was the husband who cared for him unconditionally, who gave himthis wonderful life together, the one who had found him in a dark place andbrought him back to the light with offers of a happy home and a futuretogether. This was a future he could have never imagined before they met butwith every day he found himself more and more grateful to be here.

[raendown]

Pairing: HashiramaKakashi Word count: 1302 Soulmate au: The one where everyone is born without one of their senses but gains it when they meet their soulmate.

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

KO-FI and commission info in the header! 

Chapter 205

“Hey, hey, is that lazy Kakashi-sensei late again?”

While those certainly weren’t the first words Hashirama might have expected to hear upon waking up he could admit that he’d certainly heard worse. The biggest surprise was honestly that the obviously childish voice had chosen to speak aloud. Upon opening his eyes he could clearly see they were out in the forest somewhere and the way he was raised clan children were generally encouraged to speak to each other solely in sign language when outside the safety of their homes.

Rolling over, scanning his eyes over the scenery around him, Hashirama cast back through his memory trying to remember how he’d gotten here. The last thing he remembered was hiding from his brother inside the clan library and knocking some old dusty scroll off the shelf. Something bright had exploded out when he caught it and the next thing he knew he was waking up in – not actually a strange place, he realized, tilting his head with faint recognition. If memory served this patch of forest wasn’t too far from the cliff where he and Madara used to meet as children before they got caught.

Now he was freshly twenty years old and peering through a break in the foliage to observe three younglings who were clearly all of wildly different parentage. That was strange. Perhaps their parents were from allied clans having a meeting. Or so he thought until one of them turned and flipped that idea right over on its head; he would know those Uchiha looks anywhere and as far as he was aware the Uchiha weren’t even close to friendly with the Namikaze he would peg the other boy for.

“Don’t be so disrespectful, Naruto!” The girl cracked the blond possible-Namikaze over the head with perfect form and excellent follow through. Hashirama would have commended her teacher if he weren’t worried there might be some very small infiltrators in Senju territory.

There was only one thing to do. He needed to make observations and then he needed to report back. Surely his father would want to know about these foreign faces waltzing so carelessly across their land.

A tap on one shoulder had him snapping around, kunai leaping to one hand in case he needed to defend himself, only to be met with a mildly sleepy looking eye, somehow managing to look entirely unimpressed despite being the only visible piece of the strange man’s face. Hashirama noted the easy stance and lack of drawn weaponry and narrowed hisown eyes. Either this man was too stupid to realize the dangerous person he’d come across or he was just that confident to believe himself unthreatened by one already nicknamed the God of Shinobi.

Which was refreshing, if Hashirama were being honest.

Using sharp, clean motions with both hands the man asked in the universal shinobi sign language why he was staring at the children, implying some rather unsavory things without actually saying them, and Hashirama puffed up. Of course he wasn’t thinking those things! His reply was perhaps a little sharper than it needed to be.

Tilting his head to the side, the stranger blinked slowly. How he managed to express disbelief when he had no visible face to express it with was actually quite impressive even if it was still a little insulting. Hashirama straightened a little more, fully intending to give this man one of his famous lectures on not being mean to people when it wasn’t necessary, then stopped. Froze in place. Stared at the man with eyes so wide it might have hurt if he hadn’t just gone entirely numb from head to toe.

“It smells nice here,” he whispered, stunned. The man cocked his head to the opposite side in question. “I’ve never smelled anything before…”

He completely understood why the man’s eyes widened with shock, the same shock he was feeling. Everyone in the world was born without one of their senses and smell was the one Hashirama had gone twenty years without. It wasn’t something he had ever missed or felt changed his quality of life in any way. Now he realized that he’d been wrong in that. Soft floral notes drifted through the air amongst the lush green scents of a forest after rain. And underneath all of that his brain automatically cataloged the lingering smell of someone who spent much of their time around dogs.

Throat visibly bobbing with nerves, the man who smelled like dogs rocked back on his heels and took both hands out of his pockets, bringing one of them up to gently touch the base of his own throat. Hashirama had seen more than one person make such a gesture before. It was easy to imagine what might be going through the other’s mind at this very moment. He held his breath as that mask covered jaw slowly opened.

“Maa…” Immediately the one eye widened and Hashirama knew why.

“You’re my soulmate!” he exclaimed.

“Nn…kaa...kaa…” A look of frustration furrowed the one pale eyebrow and he clenched both hands in to fists.

Hashirama had no time to try and guess what he was trying to say, interrupted by three small balls of energy crashing in between the two of them. The one he’d already pegged for Uchiha gave him a suspicious glare, not entirely out of the ordinary for his clan, but the Namikaze and the girl with a strong right hook gathered at the other man’s feet

“Kakashi-sensei! Did you talk!?” one demanded.

“You’ve never talked before!” the other cried. “How come you’re just talking now?!”

“Dummies. Obviously whoever this joker is he must be Kakashi-sensei’s soulmate and now that they’ve met he can talk.” The Uchiha boy rolled his eyes.

“Hey! Don’t call Sakura-chan a dummy!”

“Naruto, I think he was calling us both–”

Just like that all three of their voices merged together in the endless chitter of angry children forgetting their surroundings without a care in the world, more interested in their bickering than the possible threat of a stranger they met in the woods. Hashirama looked between each of them for a moment to make sure they weren’t just pretending their distraction to lull him in to a false sense of security. Then he lifted his eyes back to the man across from him and noticed at last that all four of this little group seemed to be wearing the same headband with a metal plate sewn in, stylized leaf carved in to the center.

One dark eye looked back at him with much more alert interest than before.

“Kakashi, I take it?” Hashirama smiled.

“Maa….mhm.” Kakashi nodded and rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. He seemed to be having a harder time dealing with the influx of information as his brain rapidly tried to teach him how to speak the words he’d been hearing all his life. Or it was possible he was just shy.  

“Hello. My name is Hashirama. It’s- it’s just so wonderful to meet you.”

It was hard to decide which was more adorable, Kakashi’s struggle to form the words for a reply or the way his little students continued to bicker like three little siblings all of an age, just the same as Hashirama himself used to watch his own three brothers fighting. He decided then and there that he didn’t care how or why Kakashi and he had come to be in the same place at the same time, he was just glad that they had met.

And he was happy for the opportunity to follow the gentle tilt of Kakashi’s head, allowing himself to be led away where they might sit in the woods somewhere a little more quiet, just the two of them, and to hear his soulmate speak his very first words.