#hashirama is filled with possibilities

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living through my naruto obsession. Baby MadaTobi (maybe timetravel au?)

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Can I request yan!husband's Hashirama, Tobirama, Minato and Madara pretty please? ❤️❤️

❝ 🍥 — lady l: I guess you can say I have a crush on Minato after reading this, but can you blame me? 😟 Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, slight mention of murder, jealousy and pure fluff.

❝🍥pairing: yandere!hashirama senju, yandere!tobirama senju, yandere!minato namikaze and yandere!madara uchiha x female!reader.

Hashirama Senju

Hashirama is a loyal husband and completely devoted to his wife. He sees you as a Queen, so to speak, and he will adore you completely, from head to toe. You are the reason for the things he does, for his goal of making Konoha a good place for you. Creating a new world so that you are happy and secure is his priority.

He wants you to be happy above all else, of course, with him by your side. Hashirama can't imagine a good future without you by his side and he doesn't even want to think about that possibility. You are everything to him and the thought of losing you fills him with despair.

Hashirama has his responsibilities as Hokage and takes them very seriously, so he can't always spend all his time by your side, even if he wants to. So to try to make up for the moments you spend apart, he likes to keep something of yours with him, a physical or emotional memory that helps him feel close to you, even when you are far apart.

In the moments you are together, Hashirama dedicates himself completely to you. He is attentive and always seeks to understand your needs and desires, doing everything he can to meet them. Whether he's preparing a special dinner, taking you on a peaceful walk through the woods, or simply listening intently to what you have to say, he strives to make you feel loved and valued.

Hashirama is also extremely protective. He makes sure you are safe and happy, using his skills and influence to create an environment where you can thrive. His eyes shine with pride and affection when he talks about you, and everyone around knows that you are the light of his life. Everyone knows that you are deeply loved by him and that they should respect you. Hashirama will not accept otherwise.

Despite his role as a leader, Hashirama never neglects his role as a husband. He prioritizes you, balancing his obligations with moments of tenderness and affection. He believes that his strength as Hokage comes from the love and support he receives from you, and he always acknowledges this publicly, praising its importance in his life. Hashirama is not possessive, he is just protective and he will protect you with everything in him.

Tobirama Senju

Tobirama is a complete worshiper of his wife. He loves you deeply, with everything in him, and he wants to be worth it for you and that's why he's so dedicated to being strong, to being the best he can be for you. He would be willing to abandon everything for you and build a new world where it would just be you. Tobirama wants to be the best version of himself for you, endlessly dedicating himself to being strong and competent so that he can love and care for you as you deserve.

Despite his outward confidence, Tobirama occasionally feels insecurity, although he does not easily admit it. He strives to be worthy of his wife, deeply wanting to believe that he is good enough for you. For Tobirama, nothing is more important than your happiness, because you are the center of his world and the reason for all his love and dedication.

When insecurities arise, he becomes more protective and affectionate, seeking to validate his love and worth. His wife is the center of his universe, and your happiness is Tobirama's top priority. He loves you very much and the idea of ​​losing you hurts and he knows he won't let that happen under any circumstances.

Tobirama is somewhat jealous and possessive, although he tries not to reveal it. The jealousy he feels is a reflection of his deep passion and fear of losing what he holds most dear. Although he doesn't explode into jealous rages, his change in behavior is noticeable. He becomes more attentive and needs reassurances of his wife's love, wanting to ensure that his feelings are reciprocated and that he has no reason to fear the loss of his beloved.

He's not the traditional romantic type, but he shows his love through physical touch. Holding hands, exchanging glances, sweet smiles and hugs are Tobirama's favorite ways to show affection for you. He gives you lots of gifts too, carefully choosing items that he knows will please you or have special meaning for both of you. Although he prefers physical touch. He believes that actions speak louder than words, and his main way of showing affection is through physical touch.

Tobirama is a devoted and passionate husband, he will never let you doubt for a second that you are not loved by him. Sometimes he may seem cold and distant, but he loves you and shows it in everyday life. You are more important to him than anything else, than anyone else and he will make sure you know that for the rest of your lives.

Minato Namikaze

Minato is the very definition of a passionate husband dedicated entirely to his wife. He puts you above everything and everyone, you are always his priority in any situation. He puts you on a pedestal, does all your wishes and in return all he wants is your love and devotion. Minato treats you with deep respect and admiration, almost as if you were a Queen, and perhaps for him you are, always attending to your wishes and desires.

For Minato, love is an exchange of affection and devotion. He does everything for you without hesitation, often anticipating your needs before you even express them. One of the most special ways Minato shows his love is through cooking. He loves preparing your favorite meals, putting all his heart and skill into each dish. Cooking for you is more than a chore; it is an expression of his love and dedication.

Besides cooking for you, Minato is extremely affectionate. He likes to shower his wife with kisses and hugs, always looking for ways to physically show you how much you mean to him. Carefully chosen gifts that he knows you'll love are also part of his love routine. These gestures are a way for Minato to constantly reaffirm his commitment and devotion.

Minato is extremely overprotective of you. His protective instinct is intense and immediate, and he is always alert to any threat or situation that could put your safety or happiness at risk. This instinct is not just physical, but also emotional and mental. He does not tolerate anything that could cause any kind of harm to his wife. Any possible threat to you will be dealt with quickly and without regrets.

Minato is not typically jealous, but his deep devotion to you can occasionally spark a feeling of protectiveness that can be mistaken for jealousy. He completely trusts you and the love you share, but like any person in love, he may feel a twinge of insecurity in specific situations. He won't blame you, he knows it's not your fault that you're so perfect that you attract others.

If there's anyone you know you can count on for anything and everything, it's Minato. He loves you and protects you fiercely. You are the most important person in his life and he wants you to know that and he will make you know it every day of your life. He will make you happy forever.

Madara Uchiha

Madara Uchiha is a somewhat distant husband at first but there is no doubt that he loves you, after all, for him to get married, it is because you mean something to him. He is not conventionally passionate and devoted but you know that Madara loves you, that he cares about you through his actions.

He tends to be more distant and sometimes difficult to read due to the fact that he doesn't know how to express his feelings for you through words very well. Madara shows his love through gestures, such as giving you a gift he knows you will like or more subtle touches, such as holding your hand, kissing your cheek and being affectionate.

Madara, with his reserved and introspective nature, can be an enigma when it comes to expressing feelings. He is not the type of person who will make grand declarations of love or grand gestures. Instead, he prefers to show his affection in more subtle and meaningful ways that often go unnoticed by those who don't know him well.

An example of his love for you is that he can take time to listen to you attentively even when he is busy with his own plans and responsibilities. This act, although simple, is a clear sign that he values ​​what you have to say and cares about your opinions and feelings. Additionally, Madara can show his love by ensuring you are happy and well taken care of, using his skills and resources to ward off any threats that may arise.

Madara is very possessive and this possessiveness, however, is accompanied by a deep sense of responsibility and care. Madara is not possessive out of insecurity or petty jealousy, but out of a protective instinct and a desire to keep what he loves safe. He firmly believes that his presence and protection are essential to the well-being of those he holds dear. You are his and no one should take away what belongs to him. If they try, Madara will be quick to eliminate them.

Madara Uchiha may seem like a distant husband at first, but his actions speak louder than words. He shows his love in a practical and thoughtful way, always looking for ways to make you feel valued and loved. Over time, you learn to read these silent displays of affection and understand the deep love he has for you, even if it's not always evident. Madara is reserved but he can become more open with you because he trusts you completely.

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I kind of ended up w a small pile of Hatake ocs and lore to fill the early konoha timeline void, and a big thing is like. They all die to preserve the narrative. A lot of them very young bc again, made to fill the time line, so logically, there had to be some Hatake kids/teenagers who met an unfortunate end.

So I'm kinda sitting here considering a 4 part fic where each chapter revolves around a specific Hatake and their inevitable death, w maybe a bonus chapter at the end being about Sakumo

"Death of the Wolves," the unfortunate end of the Hatake's, told in 4 parts

The Hatake's helped set the Konoha standard rule of "a team can only be made up of so many % of one clan" (with special exceptions) after a large chunk of them got sent on a mission together bc of their specializations and all wound up dead, wiping out a solid 90% of the clan in one night.

Actually, expanding on that bc the tragedy is so good -> I already established that in my time line, the Hatake head, Haruka (Sakumo's mother, Tobirama and Hashirama's aunt) died under a week after Tobirama's death, and she would have lead that failed mission. Does that mean one of Hiruzen's first acts as war time Hokage resulted in the accidental slaughter of his beloved dead Sensei's mother's clan? That's amazing actually, so much drama there. I bet him Danzo and Kagami argued like crazy after that monumental fuck up, probably went on to define how he feels ab being Hokage / what that entails. Fun times!

Anyways, I'd also be very interested in exploring early konoha politics n stuff. Especially from the multiple views of not the people in charge of making the village but the ones who are living in it. The view from the ground up, instead of looking down from the tower. The younger generations being brought to this new village, going from their isolated clan lands to suddenly being surrounded by others their age from different clans, possible for the first time ever depending on their age and their clans level of secrecy.

Also, I really wanna poke at the outsider pov of Madara and other founders— but mostly Madara bc I find his downfall very fun to think about, especially from the POV of someone not in his clan.

I'm so in love w the take of the Hatake's being fond of Madara bc "he'd make a very good Hatake." Something about the two tropes of the Uchiha being a clan that loves love and the Hatake being a clan w similar values when it comes to family and loyalty just meshes so well.

Comedy moment where Haruka is weirdly insistent on Madara potentially marrying into the clan, not even for the politics or anything but specifically bc she NEEDS a cute squishy Hatake baby with his massive hair. She NEEDS IT, MADARA.

Anyways also just the early konoha inter clan drama but like. From the eyes of the clan kids. The Uchiha kids seem to be having some sort of terf war with the Senju— but it was interrupted by the Hyuuga, and now the Senju and Uchiha kids are somehow banding together against the Hyuuga? But oh no now the Nara kids are teaming up w the Hyuuga, and the Hatake kid (singular bc there's literally only like 1) seems to have an actual blood feud going on with the Hyuuga clan heir— but the older Hatake teenagers are fond of the Hyuuga's baby clan heir so it's just a mess. All the clan drama but with none of the tragedy bc everyone involved is a child.

Meanwhile the older clan members are somehow bonding over their children's fights bc they're all struggling to pull them away, or going "what the fuck do you mean you teamed up with the SENJU??" Then sharing a disbelieving Look(tm) w the opposing Senju's parents before realizing what they just did and having a crisis of faith ab it

Meanwhile the teenagers are having a wonderful time, especially those from smaller more isolated clans like the Hatake. There's so much romantic drama, there's probably a whole shinobi soap opera happening in that direction. Hormonal shinobi teenagers from opposing clans just got dropped into the same dating pool it's gonna be a MESSSS.

Even funnier if you take crumbs from my senju weed empire au and like. Some of these clans regularly smoke n stuff. Meanwhile other clans have never touched a psychedelic in their life. Some are especially vulnerable to drugs due to heightened senses (Orochi, Inuzuka, Hatake) while others have been smoking since they were younger and have an insane tolerance and very much distorted views of a reasonable amount of weed to smoke (Senju, Nara, Shiranui) There is no way in hell that goes well. Someone is going to get fucked up in a MAJOR way.

Well-intentioned Nara accidentally gets a bunch of dog wired guys and one snake high out of their fucking minds, the high lasts a full week for some of them and one sometimes wonders if they ever really came down from it

Anyways I got a bit off track but yeah! Early Konoha fic that revolves around the daily lives of differently aged Hatake ocs, taking a look from different angles of Konoha and all the silly clan drama and daily lives of an early Konoha shinobi— each chapter being different degrees of generally lighthearted, but ending in the Hatake's death. The fact that each Hatake is in with a different crowd and is a different age would make it even more fun and easier to explore the different layers Konoha has to offer! It's for sure on my list of things I wanna write

(Also I'd really love to have it just so I can point to it as a good introduction for my Hatake ocs. I love tricking people into learning ab my ocs it's great)

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Becoming Responsible For What You Have Tamed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60607369/chapters/154746469

Written for @madatobiweek Day 1: Fantasy / Court

Fandom: Naruto

Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara

Word count: 1,548

Chapter 1 of ?

Something was stolen from Senju Tobirama. It's a concerning feat on its own, but Hashirama insists the object stolen is cause for greater alarm and a threat to Tobirama and the village’s safety.

Madara is assigned the task of retrieving the object before all is lost.

In the twilight before true night, Hashirama calls Madara to his office. His brother is nowhere in sight nor sensor range, but Madara brushes off the odd occurrence as due to the late hour. At the door to the office, he studies Hashirama before the other man notices him in the doorway; the air is somber as the newly elected Hokage eyes a report on his desk, eyes hard and mouth pressed into a tense line.

Madara knocks on the doorframe. “You called?”

“Madara.” Hashirama’s face brightens into a blossoming smile—then it slips back into a serious line and his expression darkens again.

Oh shit, Madara thinks. This may actually be serious.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you so late, but there’s been an incident that could put the whole village at risk and you’re the only one I can trust with this mission.”

Coming to the desk, Madara is handed the report to skim through. It doesn’t answer any of his questions and, in fact, doesn’t seem quite as serious as Hashirama is treating it. It’s an impressive feat and a sign to better security in the village, but he fails to connect why the misson would be given to him alone. Madara raises an eyebrow at him, giving the paper back.

“I fail to see why the theft of your brother’s fur collar is as serious a threat to the village’s security as you're implying.”

Hashirama shakes his head. “It’s his fur pelt that was taken. We would be meeting under different circumstances if they got the collar as well. You see, my otouto—well, actually—Tobirama—” He sighs out in almost a growl, eyes closed and head bowed as he rubs his forehead.

Madara looks on in raising concern. Hashirama has always seemed to have the words for any occasion so to witness him struggle to explain whatever is going on trickles dread into his heart. As little as he personally knows Tobirama, he’s heard many stories of the man’s genius in and out of the battlefield; it’s within the realm of possibility that the fur collar has a storage seal stuffed with village and state secrets. However, Hashirama’s insistence on it being a whole pelt instead of just the collar could only mean a larger surface for the seal and thus more secrets hidden inside it—clan secrets, even.

In a way, Madara turns out to be right about there being a clan secret related to the fur pelt.

“I’m entrusting a vital Senju—no, Tobirama’s secret to you, Madara,” Hashirama says, standing up and walking to the window with his hands folded neatly into his kimono sleeves. “If this knowledge becomes widespread, others may think unfairly of him.

Madara goes to his side and gently chides, “You know public opinion is already low for the White Demon of the Senju.”

Hashirama slumps forward, face a mask of misery as an aura of gloom darkens his corner of the room. “Please don’t remind me. I’ve tried everything I could think of to help him improve his reputation and it either doesn’t work or he refuses to do what I suggest.”

Yeah, that sounds about right to Madara. There’s just something about Tobirama that grates against the senses, an instinctive weariness against a predator in the hindbrain that no matter of goodwill acts can completely diminish. Shinobi clock him as a threat even when he’s doing something as mundane as filling out paperwork and Madara can only imagine what civilians think of him. During the last battle between the Senju and Uchiha before the peace treaty, that instinct kept Madara locked on him despite needing his whole attention to fight Hashirama, and his split priorities awarded him in noticing and intercepting a mortal bow to Izuna.

The gloom clears with his sigh as Hashirama straightens his posture. He looks as though he’s bracing himself for rejection when he turns to Madara.

“Tobirama was born sickly. There was nothing we could do to save him from dying not a fortnight after his birth—” Hashirama steels his gaze, a haunted look sealing over his face “—but where other mortal men would fail, Senju Butsuma found a way.”

Disbelief mounting, Madara listens as Hashirama explains how his father encountered a pack of okuri-ōkami while traveling from the latest failed medical avenue and, recalling the doctor’s words of his son needing divine intervention to live, felled all but a young pup which he captured and brought home. Butsuma consulted an outcast Uzumaki sealmaster on using the pup to strengthen Tobirama’s ailing body and weakening spirit, and followed her instructions to the letter. Butsuma, perhaps even the sealmaster too, believed it was a life exchange, the yang sacrifice giving the remainder of its lifetime to the yin recipient. There would be a few side effects, maybe some wolf instincts or mannerisms, but the end result would be a healthy baby.

What actually happened was the merger of human and yōkai into a soul that is the culmination of both, according to Hashirama.

“Before the sealing ritual, Butsuma skinned the pup to have a way to control the side effects so his son would not become wild. Tobirama cannot resist any command made on the pelt. Such a leash on his very soul would have dire consequences for not only him but the people around him so he cut a piece off and keeps it on hand to stay in control no matter what.” Hashirama frowned, a storm briefly waged in his eyes, but shook himself out of it.

“Hashirama, don’t get me wrong, but this is too… Out there to be believed,” Madara says. Weird feeling directly to the hindbrain aside, Tobirama has proven to be a man of order and law, no supposed side effects of having a wild mountain wolf spirit surfacing to his knowledge. Although, his overprotection of the fur collar does make sense in this context now, as only Hashirama has touched it in all of the time Madara has known of the brothers.

“I know it’s hard to believe; even my dear Mito only has a theoretical formula to seal chakra and yōkai energy into a living person… How about you come see him?”

Madara tilts his head. “Where?”

“The one place he thought could contain him should the worst happen: deep in the evacuation tunnels of the Hokage Rock.”

Traveling ever deeper into the in-construction underground tunnels of the Hokage Rock, a sound trembles the very air as they walk closer to Tobirama’s location. At first, Madara could not quite recognize what it is, distorted by distance and the echoing quality of the tunnels. Then, it reaches a high note.

The bestial growling of a cornered animal.

A thought (a realization) lodges into his brain: the meld of infant human soul and okuri-ōkami pup produced a healthy human shinobi of tremendous speed and strength, but what if the yōkai half could give more than that? Enhanced senses, claws, fangs—the whole of the yōkai’s body? Could that be why Hashirama believes seeing Tobirama will make Madara believe his tale?

Hashirama said his brother was not entirely lost to the thieves’ commands. If he had been so, would Madara dance against the man attacking the village—or would he dance with the okuri-ōkami?

(He stifles the creeping thought of freeing Tobirama in his frenzied state just to see, just to know what it would be like to dance with him so utterly unrestrained; Tobirama wouldn’t be free of mind in their dance, souring the anticipation.)

The growling nearly deafening now, they turn a corner to a dead end and Madara has his answer.

Thick columns of wood twist and subdue a lithe but large form to the ground, separate thinner columns pinning paws and muzzle to earth, and yet thicker blocks of wood set against the neck, the shoulders, the hips. Parallel thick bars frame the head, giving off a gridlock pattern around a body easily matching, if not besting the size of a horse. Already the wood is straining and buckling against its captive as white fur glints in the lantern light, bristling in agitation, thicker around one lupine wrist from the fur collar. Madara only takes in the whole picture in glances, too arrested by the eyes.

Blood-red rubies set in vulpine eyes gleam, an inner fire to dance along with the lantern’s flame within them.

(The sharingan is said to be a divine gift from Amaterasu-Ōmikami herself so natural red eyes are a blessing, a mark of godly favor from their divine patroness. The Uchiha kept such reverence private to prevent it being used against them. Tajima, upon seeing the eyes of Senju Butsuma’s second son for the first time, declared them a flout against Uchiha sensibilities, nothing more than a demonic way to demoralize them, and kept Tobirama off the list of known Blessed of Amaterasu-Ōmikami.

Quietly and still yet hidden in his subconscious, Madara realizes how much he finds Tobirama’s eyes—)

Beautiful.

“Madara?”

Madara snaps out of his daze to take in Hashirama’s furrowed brow and the snarling down to a murmur. Noticing the faint red glow illuminating Hashirama’s face, Madara jolts and deactivates the sharingan.

“Okay, I believe you now.”

Hashirama breathes a sigh of relief, his smile beaming.

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Hello!! I'd love to see Madara with a single mama. Baby could be hers and the dad died or poofed, or could be her friends passed and in their will they requested her to care for the baby. With Madaras temperament I think a little girl would be so perfect! She'd put flowers in his hair or share her bows and no one dares say A THING about it. Please and thank you!!

As soon as I received this request, I had to write it, because I love Madara's tender side (and having a break from nsfw things is also nice)!🤗💕

This ended up being way longer than I anticipated, I hope you like it!

(Y/N) finally realized the depth of her problems when she held her baby in her arms, the physical proof that things were not going to be easy at all. Of course, she adored her little girl, and after giving birth alone and unaided, without any support, she knew it would be the two of them against the world.

One night of passion and need turned into a lifelong contract with the one she now carries in her arms, and nine months of pregnancy were far from easy. (Y/N) only wanted to feel alive, experience some sort of sensation, and she made the mistake of getting involved with a man who was only interested in the bounty between her legs.

With no clan, no family, and no friends, she went through gestation on her own, until the physical changes in her body would no longer allow her to work. She couldn’t do anything to earn a living, resorting to begging for charity among the wealthy as her only source of income.

Childbirth was devastating and traumatic, full of uncertainty and terror. The pain was overriding, and (Y/N) had to sneak into an abandoned barn in order to give birth indoors. She didn't know if she or the baby would survive, pushing and struggling alone to finally meet the only bit of happiness in her life. After hours of suffering, hearing her daughter's cry gave her back her willpower, and she forgot all her negative thoughts.

It would be difficult, but the two of them would make it together.

(Y/N) found a new motivation in her little ray of sunshine, and fortunately, people were kinder when donating money because of the baby in her arms. For years, she managed to get by, doing her best to find shelter and food.

When her child was five years old, (Y/N) knew things had to change. Her daughter could not grow up on the streets, exposed to any person or factor that would harm her, and the woman became determined to find a permanent destination for them both.

She asked anyone who might be willing to talk to her about possible inexpensive and friendly places to go, and got information about a particular territory. The journey would be long and laborious, a month of walking at least, but as the person who gave her the information related, "Senjus are the most compassionate and empathetic clan in the whole world, if anyone will help you, it will be them."

Ignorant of the war and all the chaos surrounding that particular family, (Y/N) embarked on a journey to find them, praying the legends about the mighty Hashirama were true.

The first weeks passed without any problem, fifteen days of movement where she met people kind enough to give them both a hot meal and a place to spend a few nights. Her little girl resisted the adversities alongside her like a warrior and never stopped smiling. Her attitude helped (Y/N) stay afloat, fighting against life to reach their destination.

The last two weeks of the trip got chaotic, with hints of war along every road they traveled. Near Senju territory, all the houses seemed to be abandoned, and the territory completely destroyed. Trees had been reduced to ashes, residences collapsed, the skies were gray and filled with smoke.

It was a battlefield, and she walked into it without any qualms.

A feeling told her something was wrong, and her daughter refused to walk in those surroundings, demanding to be carried in her arms out of fear. After a few kilometers of walking, she realized she would find no shelter or help there, and decided to retrace her steps.

They would find a more promising route.

A strange sound sings on the horizon, and (Y/N) can see how the heavens turn red. Clouds seem to bleed, as hurricane-force winds wake up unprecedentedly from the ground. The panorama becomes apocalyptic, triggering panic and terror in the two of them. She hugs her little girl and crouches to the ground, trying to hide her face from such brutal and sudden weather.

Two groups of five people each approach from opposite sides, as if they are about to confront each other. A few meters away from her, they run at impossible speeds, and the attack swiftly begins. Fire and water fly everywhere, screams, and metal on metal.

Smoke and debris fly through the sky, landing near where (Y/N) is reduced. She knows they must flee, and her little girl's cries indicate urgency. She has to get them to safety right now, or something terrible could happen.

Quickly scanning her surroundings, she finds no place to hide, the ground crumbling to dust and ruins. Far from any structure that could shelter them and make them go unnoticed, (Y/N) squeezes her daughter tightly, and hopes those men are too intent on their battle to notice them.

She decides to run in the opposite direction of the battle, standing again on shaky legs and holding back tears. There is so much dust in the air it is impossible to see, and she keeps her child's face hidden in her chest for protection. Holding the infant with one arm, she covers her eyes with the other in an attempt to move forward.

While taking her first unsteady steps, there is an embracing heat coming towards them, feeling almost as if about to be burned alive. Everything happens so fast there is no time to react, instinctively acting. Her first impulse is to scream, clutching her little girl tightly and hoping to shield her from whatever might be happening.

An incredible explosion hits just a few meters from where she is standing, and the shockwave sends them both flying backward. In the air, (Y/N) continues to hold her daughter, an inexplicable force helping to keep her close to her. She has a few seconds to calculate how to position her body and be the one to hit the ground, but it never happens.

Before she can slam into anything, two large hands grab her under her legs and shoulder blades, holding them both and pulling them away from the floor. The event is sudden (Y/N) cannot comprehend what is happening, only seeing the face of a man both handsome and terrifying holding them in his arms, preventing them from falling to the ground.

(Y/N) feels the cold armor the man wears against her body, rising and falling with his agitated breathing. Long, frizzy black hair hides half of his face, and upon making eye contact, she is met with an unnaturally red eye.

At that moment, she falls prey to an overwhelming drowsiness, and can only think of her daughter as she falls asleep against her will.

......

"That was close, you know..." A male voice booms against her ears, as (Y/N) tries to gain order and command of her body. All her muscles feel exhausted as if she has gone days without moving. She struggles to open her eyes, but when she does, she finds a cozy room, lit only by candles.

A window indicates it is nighttime, and the mattress under her body feels comfortable and warm. Examining her surroundings, the woman notices she is lying on a large bed, and wearing clothes that are not hers.

"My daughter..." she whispers feebly, trying to sit up and get out of her comfortable rest. "Don't worry, she's fine. Last time I went to see her, Izuna was with her buying candy."

(Y/N) focuses her eyes on that disembodied voice, and is met with a heavenly image. A handsome man with prominent shoulders is sitting against the sliding door of the room, looking out into the starry night and admiring the view. He wears a yukata similar to the one she wears, but much bigger. Long black hair rains down his back, framing his defined jawline.

She might have blushed if finding her girl wasn't a priority, and the stranger seems aware of her urgency. "Izuna!" he shouts into the darkness of the night, and another man extremely similar to him immediately appears. In his arms, he carries the sleeping child, who embraces a bouquet of flowers and a small bag of candy.

"Ah... so she finally woke up. Does this mean our fun evenings are over?" the boy presumably named Izuna asks the sleeping toddler tenderly, as if she would answer. He gives the girl to the mysterious man, and carries her to (Y/N).

Hugging her daughter for the first time in what felt like years, she can't help the tears, kissing her head and remembering those events which brought them here. They both could have died in the middle of that battlefield, but life decided to give them more time.

Well, maybe not life, but that man.

"My name is Madara, and this is my younger brother Izuna... If I hadn't been there to deflect his attack, both of you would be charred right now." The younger man scratches the back of his neck guiltily, and sharing a glance with his older brother, leaves the room, disappearing back into the night.

"Of course, it was not purposeful... the colors you were wearing were easy to mistake for those of the enemy. My apology on behalf of us both." Madara analyses her from his position, arms crossed over his chest and a comprehending look. (Y/N) carefully deposits the small child on the bed, and cuddles her between covers for a peaceful sleep. She tries to get up, but her legs quickly give way under her, too weak to support her weight.

Before hitting the ground, Madara holds her, keeping her against his chest. He carries the woman to where he sat a few seconds ago, and takes a spot next to her. The night is beautiful, and a warm breeze is blowing in the garden, signaling wonderful weather. "Would you mind telling me your name?"

"(Y/N) ... I am (Y/N)." The place is exquisite, and the beautiful room she woke up in is nothing compared to her current view. All the clan's territory can be seen from her position, a million houses lit by fire.

"How long was I asleep...?"(Y/N) asks uncertainly. "About a week. We had to resort to the family healers for keeping you healthy. According to their professional prognosis, I was a bit aggressive with the Genjutsu I used on you."

"Gen...justu?" trying to understand the words and the situation, (Y/N) asks almost to herself, "I confirm you are not familiar with warfare in this territory...I assume you must have traveled from afar. What brought you here?"

"The legend about a wonderful clan and the promise of a good life..." There are tears in her eyes still, mentally going over all the troubles and the terrible experiences lived.

"Hm... that must be regarding Hashirama... Well, (Y/N), we may not be the Senjus, but life here is delightful and comfortable. You are invited to stay as long as you wish... Personally, I recommend not leaving anytime soon, Izuna is too fond of that child to allow it."

Madara stands and smiles at her, before disappearing into the darkness of the night like his younger brother.

........

It's been months since their accidental arrival at the Uchiha compound, but as Madara commented on their first night, life here is nice and beautiful.

(Y/N) found a stable place to live, friends to share with, and a promising future for her little girl. The child begged her mother to allow Izuna to train her, and she started developing in the ninja arts.

She learned a lot about the clan and the family, about their standards and ways of living. Madara did not disclose being the leader of it until a few weeks after she awoke, trying to help her adapt as best as possible and not intimidate her with his position. She understood the importance of the Uchiha family and the power Madara carries within, profoundly respecting him.

The two became extremely close, almost to an intimate point.

The Uchiha adores her little girl, and (Y/N) admits embracing him as a father figure every time she witnesses how the young child fills his hair with flowers or paints his lips bright red. Who would have thought one of the strongest men in the world could have such a soft and tender side for them both?

Seeing the leader of the family stroll around the compound decorated by her daughter was definitely a wonderful scene, especially as no one dared to comment on it, except Izuna. His younger brother was dedicated to teasing him from the first time it happened, until he fell victim to those little hands himself, and had to walk around full of flowers and paint in front of everyone.

Madara was right... they might not be the Senjus, but they were even better.

[phlebaswrites]

The Hiraishin (Has Unexpected Consequences)

Summary:

Madara knows Tobirama.

(But he didn't know this.)

Rating: Teen And Up Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara Word Count: 340 (Complete)

Entry for @madatobiweek

Day 2 - November 11: Time-Travel | Hanahaki

Part 4 of Time Travel (And Other Shenanigans)

Hashirama. You won't be expecting this message, old friend, but there are things I have to tell you.

Madara pauses, wondering how he's supposed to describe what happened to him. The ink rapidly drying on the brush in his hand is a silent demand however, and he puts it to paper once more.

After you killed me, I -

A brilliant flash fills the room and his eyes snap shut on instinct to preserve his vision even as he kneads chakra to sense for intruders.

Only to reel at the feel of someone he never expected to see again this side of death.

And possibly not even then.

Read the rest on AO3.

[slrsunfire]

🌀 🌤️ For ask game 83

@spanthedistance and @silvermadara you asked about my favorite piece of dialogue in an ongoing WIP as well, so I'm going to respond to this one here!

🌤️: Share your favorite piece of dialogue from your WIP

Madara sighed as he eyed the contents of the scroll one of his little brother’s minions had just dropped off at his desk before scurrying away. No matter how hard he glared at the unwanted missive, the damned thing regrettably didn’t burst into flames. He was tempted to use a small katon to see it reduced to ash, but then Tobirama would yell at him for damaging yet another desk and Madara didn’t think it was worth the earache, even if the omega looked rather attractive whenever he got worked up over his and Hashirama’s antics. 

Resigned to his fate, Madara scooped up the scroll before walking the short distance down the hall to the aforementioned omega’s office to deliver the bad news and he quickly rapped his knuckles against the door as he came to a stop before it. Silence followed, but only briefly. 

“Enter,” Tobirama called out from the other side of the wooden barrier. 

Madara pushed his way inside and almost immediately paused within the doorway, taking a moment to admire the way the morning sunlight spilled out from the window just behind Tobirama, enveloping the omega in an unintended halo that sent his fine-spun silver hair glistening. Hashirama’s younger brother didn’t look up immediately, apparently too caught up in whatever he was writing down, but Madara didn’t mind when it allowed him to stare at Tobirama unimpeded. 

“Yes?” Tobirama finally spoke up as he finally pulled his gaze away from the scroll he’d been working on to pin Madara with a questioning look. 

Ah, right. Madara had come over with an actual purpose. Clearing his throat, Madara advanced towards the desk and wordlessly held out the scroll Izuna had sent his way, certain he already knew what Tobirama’s likely reaction was going to be. 

Tobirama shot him a narrow eyed look of suspicion at the sight of the double purple rings that wrapped around the edges of the scroll, marking it as an ANBU missive. Well aware Tobirama was probably already calculating what Izuna could possibly want, Madara had to fight the urge to let his amusement show. 

Almost warily, the omega unrolled the missive and Madara knew the exact moment Tobirama realized the extent of Izuna’s demand when the younger man’s brow twitched. Not long after, Tobirama’s delightful smell swelled violently, filling the room in his wordless irritation. It was rather distracting for more than a few reasons, and Madara had to fight the urge to breathe in the scent of jasmine and petrichor that had quickly filled the air, only deepening with every passing second. 

God, but that scent…

Tobirama’s voice was utterly flat as he set the scroll down on his desk with a heavy thud, but his cheeks were visibly flushed and his pretty red eyes dangerously sharp as they pinned Madara in place. 

“ANBU is asking for more money from requisitions. Why, pray tell, does ANBU think it needs five thousand more ryo for–” 

Tobirama’s eyes briefly flickered back down to the scroll.  

“– and I quote: purple, blue, pink, green and orange tattoo ink. Why does Izuna think ANBU needs tattoo ink in nearly every shade of color imaginable?” 

Madara cleared his throat, and forced his mind to focus even as Tobirama’s scent continued to wreak havoc on his instincts. 

“Would it hurt to have more colors than just the standard red?” Madara asked, genuinely curious.

Tobirama leveled a look at him that communicated just how much he thought Madara was being an idiot. “It’s a self-combustion tattoo seal, Madara-sama. It doesn’t need to look pretty. And this ink is not something we can just order and be done with it.”

“Why not?” Madara asked, cocking a brow right back at Tobirama in response, secretly amused by the sheer judgment present in Tobirama’s stare. The omega, for as long as he’d come to personally know him, had held back none in expressing his feelings on any number of issues. Madara frankly admired Tobirama for it, especially when most omega members within even his own far more liberal clan usually hesitated to speak back to him as boldly as Tobirama sometimes did. 

A heavy and rather annoyed sigh left Tobirama that Madara secretly savored. 

“The ink Izuna is requesting,” Tobirama tapped the scroll pointedly, “is Uzushio grade fuuinjutsu ink.” 

“So…?” Madara cocked a brow, waiting for Tobirama to expand upon the problem. 

“So,” Tobirama emphasized the word with a good dose of utterly bemusing exasperation, “its chakra conductive properties are unrivaled. It reduces seal degradation over time, and because of that, it is incredibly expensive. I don’t even buy it for myself, Madara-sama.” 

Madara found himself surprised by the knowledge, frankly. As far as he knew, the Senju were hardly suffering in funds. Tobirama’s talent with seals was well known, and if anyone warranted having access to such a rare and expensive resource, it was surely the omega. 

It did not sit well with him, that Tobirama would go without something just because it was costly, especially when there was no need for such a thing and he had to fight not to outright frown in response. 

In his distraction, Madara almost missed Tobirama reaching for the stamp he next slammed down on the scroll before re-rolling it only to hand it back to Madara.

“Tell Izuna if he wants multiple shades of ink for the ANBU tattoos, then he can foot the bill. But there’s no way I’m approving that. If he doesn’t like it he can file form seventy-three to lodge a complaint with Requisitions and petition for a formal review of his request.” 

“But your head of Requisitions at the moment. You aren’t possibly going to approve this following a review,” Madara pointed out, his amusement over the fact clearly audible in the way his voice dipped ever so slightly towards laughter. 

Tobirama hummed low in response, pulling his previous work back towards himself with the smallest of smirks. “If Izuna wants to waste my time, then I have no problems wasting his.” 

Madara’s heart can’t help the way it skips in reaction to that small twist of lips. Tobirama should come with a warning label at the rate he continues to send Madara’s heart thundering into overdrive, he can’t help but think.

🌀: Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

I have two ideas I want to get down, eventually (at least at the moment):

I've mentioned this AU before (and have written a prequel for it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45679306) but it is essentially an AU in which Madara is a growing restauranteur finally gaining traction in the culinary world. Tobirama, who is again the younger brother of Madara's best friend in this, has finally returned to their hometown after years of being overseas and has taken up the recently vacated post of food critic for the local newspaper. It puts Tobirama on a collision course with Madara when he's assigned to review his restaurant, and sparks fly between them in more ways than one.

The second idea I've had brain rot for is a crime AU where Madara is a newly promoted detective and Tobirama a seasoned coroner. I'm thinking of making this an age reversal/age gap and I'm still plotting out the dynamics of this so that there isn't a full blown conflict of interest between them, but the rough idea I have for this is that Madara is a little messed up from the pressures/expectations his father and family put on him growing up. Tobirama is very much a stabilizing influence for Madara whose self care is frankly deplorable and Tobirama can see the pressure fractures starting to form. They don't start out having a romantic relationship (I imagine this as hugely UST charged for a bit, but only a semi-slow burn) but they end up becoming attracted to one another and end up together. Madara is very much attracted to Tobirama from the get go, though.

If any of you wanna chat with me about these ideas I am all for it! Inspiration might hit me a bit more acutely, haha. I got too many WIPs friends 🥲

[heirloomficinfo]

Animal Summoning

A divergence - or possibly expansion - on canon that is relevant to the Heirloom fic is the difference in types of animal summoning:

Individual Contract Summons:

These are the most common form of animal summoning in the Naruto/Heirloom universe; a person has a scroll filled with anywhere from 1 to 100 individual contracts on it. Each contract is for a single animal, and each animal can be summoned one at a time. These contracts are made on an individual basis between the human and the animal they're summoning.

For example, Kakashi uses a summoning scroll in the canon Zabuza arc; he summons many of his ninja hounds, but the scroll used is very long. In the Heirloom canon, it was an individual contract for each of the hounds, and he summoned all of them at once (with flourish, because he likes to be dramatic). Pakkun, in this instance, would be an individual summon with his own "line" on Kakashi's contract scroll.

Contract scrolls are single-use, though the user doesn't have to recreate the contract with each animal every single time they summon that animal.

Affiliation (Two-way) Summons:

These are the "big summons"; Jiraiya and his toads, Orochimaru and his snakes, and so on.

The user signs a single, large scroll associated with that specific kind of animal. Think of the scroll Jiraiya had Naruto sign in the canon chunin arc.

The user doesn't need a scroll to summon an animal once they've signed the contract; in return, they can be summoned by their animals for whatever reason, and they don't always get the exact animal they were thinking of when they cast the summoning jutsu.

Affiliation summons also affect the user's Sage Mode (if they have it). Think of Jiraiya's funky nose versus Kabuto's weird facial markings. It is possible to achieve Sage Mode without an affiliation, but the only known user of this is Hashirama Senju.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Alright, time for the gush

Au idea curtsey if @mushroombitchboy

Kakashi and Gai grew up in a little village together. They were best friends who spent every possible hour together and although people thought it was Gai pushing friendship onto Kakashi it was very much mutual

At the age of 17 Kakashi was accepted into a big name university that was outside of the village. This of course meant he would need to move. Gai naturally understood but still wanted to be nearby his friend so he tried applying to the same university. When he didn’t quite get in he applies to the local university in the same city and got in.

Him and Kakashi moved that summer and found a nice little two bedroom apartment together. As much as people back home joked about them dating, they were not. The two of them actually dated other people for the first few years and then Kakashi stopped dating for a while to focus on his studies while Gai continued to date, do his schooling and participate in sports

When they were 24 the two of them graduated and decided to continue their education with a degree specifically in education. Kakashi also decided to try for a masters in his degree.

They were 26 when they finally finished all of their schooling, and at this point the two of them actually had a ‘son’ living with them. The son was Lee, who’s parents died when he was a baby. Gai knew him for a few years through a big brother sort of program, and after chatting with Kakashi and his partner at the time he decided to adopt Lee. Lee was six at this time and Gai’s partner broke up with him a few months later because they decided that this wasn’t the life they wanted.

At the age of 30, the two of them found jobs at the high school they used to go to and finally moved back to their home town. Lee came with them as did their new born child (the two of them had started dating age 28 and had a child together through a surrogate just a few months before moving)

They found a nice little home that would fit their whole family and enrolled Lee into the high school that they would be working at.

One day Lee came home with a flyer for try outs for the local team roller derby and begged Gai to take him. Baturally, Gai agreed and while Kakashi took care of Nakano Gai and Lee went to the try outs.

Lee smashed the try outs. The derby coach, Anko, was more than happy to have him on the team even though some of the kids were glaring at him (Naruto and Sakura were particularly bitter because the spot Lee was taking had been Sasuke’s, but Sasuke had quit in favor of his Kenjutsu training with his big brother)

Wanting to help out and support his son, Gai volunteered his aid to the coach and ended up being made the assistant coach if the team. Everyone loves the idea until they realize Gai’s not just here to let them skate around messing about and actually has drills for them to do. He studies for weeks to learn everything he can about roller derby

The spots that Kakashi and Gai fill at the high school are History and Physical education. The teachers who had those jobs before had retired (partially by force) to enjoy their golden years. History is taken by Kakashi, who replaces Madara (and oh boy are a lot of the students who had to take madara’s class happy about this) while Physical education is taken by Gai who is replacing Hashirama (who the studebts loved but they also love Gai so it’s all ok)

[justsomeoneunordinary]

tagged by @iam93percentstardust my love ❤️❤️

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. If you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I always found the term "lines" for this tag game so weird. It should either be first sentence or first paragraph, since a line may differ in length anyways and also might end in the middle of a sentence. Which is why I'm going with paragraphs, bc my first paragraphs aren't that long and it makes most logical sense as it states lines plural and not line.

Moving Mountains (And Anything Else for You) (HashiMito)

One of the problems with using an experimental jutsu on yourself is that you don’t know what possible side effects may occur.

Pen and Sword (Gen, Tobirama-centirc)

Tobirama is eight years old when chichi-ue gifts him his first real sword—its blade longer than Tobirama tall.

A Sensei’s Job (Does Not Entail This) (Gen, Tobirama & Koharu)

When Tobirama decided to set a good example by taking on the role of a Jounin-sensei to prepare young Genin fresh out of the ninja academy for the life of a shiobi, he had been a bit nervous, but on the whole, he had been excited and looked forward to the experience and sharing his knowledge with Konoha’s future shinobi.

Allies, but Reluctant Allies (For the Love of Everything, Someone Please Stop Them) (Gen, Tobirama & Madara)

“The Edo Tensei. You want to show me your infamous kinjutsu? The most indecent jutsu you’ve invented to date? Did I just get that right?”

Fuck You, Senju (Gen, Izuna-centric)

Scorching hot rage fills Izuna as Tobirama’s blade pierces her flesh with an unexpected movement that not even her Sharingan could catch.

A Brother’s Devotion (Gen, Izuna & Madara)

“I’m telling you, that brute will drive this village, and more importantly us, to ruin if the fool Hashirama continues letting him play Hokage!”

Beyond Mortal Realm (Gen, Izuna-centric)

Blood has never been so striking red as the moment it pools out of Kanako’s stomach caused by a deadly blow, and she falls to the ground like a puppet torn loose from its strings.

Missed Me, Darling? (TobiIzu)

Izuna should’ve been back three days ago. He had been on a mission for almost a whole month and now he was running late and—

Judge, Jury and Executioner (TobiIzu)

When Hashirama had told them that they needed a hobby—an outlet for their pent-up energy to somehow deal with the sudden end of the constant war they’d known all their life—this is probably not what he had in mind.

The Sound of Hearts Breaking (past TobiIzu, Madara-centric)

Madara is convinced those are just dreams at first. That his subconscious generates images of fighting Tobirama, sometimes other enemy shinobi too, but more often than not Tobirama charging at him with his sword or attacking with a suiton, and Madara parrying him swiftly. For sure, Madara sometimes likes to imagine killing Tobirama. But he has no interest in fighting him—the only thing he daydreams about is slitting Tobirama’s throat in one sharp motion. His brother’s murderer doesn’t deserve an honorable death.

(Wow, now that I look at it, I probably should've broken the paragraph of the last one in two...)

tagging: @rabentochter @wellbepoppinbottles @togaki-kun and you if you see this and want to participate too! 😊❤️

[oh-no-its-bird]

IVE THOUGHT AB THIS BEFORE IT NEVER CEASES TO PISS ME OFF

it confuses me greatly and causes multiple timeline inconsistencies actually, bc:

a) Hashirama was proven to have known and interacted w Tsunade when she was at least 5 or so (enough to pass down his gambling addiction)

b) we know Tobirama taught a young Hiruzen who then taught the sanin, so the age gap there can't be too little but it also can't be too great

c) Hashirama could not have been Hokage for more than 20 years, and that's stretching it. I personally prefer to go with like ~ 9-15 years myself

d) Hashirama is believed to have founded Konoha in his early 20's (so even if he has the child with Mito early, then that child has Tsunade as soon as physically possible, there's still not quite enough time for the child to grow up before having Tsunade)

So with that in mind, there's literally only 2 options:

Either Hashirama married Mito and had a kid with her before the village was founded

(which makes little sense bc a) I'm pretty fucking sure having a wholeass child would come up and heavily impact his motivations in founding the village, so the fact we never see evidence of it pisses me off)

Or,

He had the kid around or after Konoha's founding— and something very, very bad happened to this child, resulting in Tsunade's birth and possibly killing them. Which explains why we know nothing about them and how Tsunade was born so quickly

Naruto is filled with inconsistencies and odd timeline blips that don't quite add up and, as someone who focuses on one of the most vague time periods in canon, it forever makes me mad. Someone literally told me once that when they tried to work with the timeline, Tsunade ended up being Hashirama's daughter and like !!!! Yeah !!!! Bitch I got the same issue !!!!

y'all ever think about how weird it is we don't know anything about Hashirama's child. We know who his grandchildren are (Tsunade and the ugly one) but we don't know who spawned those grandbabies. And it's weird that the child of one of the strongest, most important and influential characters in Naruto pretty much doesn't exist.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Madara as Regina Mills and the Infinite Tsukuyomi as his curse, season 1 of Once Upon a Time style

Tobirama as Emma, coming in to break the curse, and Hashirama kind of filling the roll of Snow White, the brothers unable to recognize or remember each other but feeling each other's loss all the same (which in itself is kind of the greatest punishment for Izuna's death that Madara could give, save for actually killing one of them)

Maybe Kagami as Henry? Him somehow breaking through the curse and finding Tobirama and trying to bring him back to the little town of Konoha, knowing he's one of the only people who can get through to Madara. But also Tobirama doesnt remember anything anyways, so to him he's just humoring this kid

Ok actually scratch, rewind, lets take this from the top;

Ok so. Madara casts the Infinite Tsukuyomi, but instead of it being a dream it casts Konoha into the modern world, where everyone is given some role to fill in the little town of Konoha, and only Madara remembers how they all got there.

Madara sets some stuff up, like gives certain people certain roles and memories, and also bc something something magic something something the perfect dream, within the bounds of the town, Izuna + some other dead people exist. Madara isn't especially focused on the other dead, just Izuna, so he actually is partially unaware of the details of who else may have gotten revived (Itama is totally there somewhere, lost in the crowds)

Now, Madara did not truly design this town, nor the lives of the people in it. He could have, but he didn't bc he was a bit focused on just his own wants. So a lot of families got separated, things got mixed up, that sort of thing. Including the Senju brothers. Hashirama and Itama have no idea that they're siblings, and Tobirama is another ballpark all on his own.

You see, in a bit of a petty act and also a bit of paranoia bc 'something something best sensor in history' something something 'dont wanna take any chances' and also definitely a bit of last minute impulsive 'hey fuck you, I get my brother back but you dont, bitch' Madara pressed the "you are just a normal man who has no family" illusion onto Tobirama then kicked him out of town

With that said and done, Izuna by his side, Hashirama also positioned suitably close (maybe as an aid since he's Madara is the mayor?) Madara goes ahead and pats himself on the back and enters the Infinite Tsukuyomi himself, forgetting it all and able to truly live that happy, blissfully unaware life he had worked so hard for.

(Just ignore the burning fires in the background where Madara didn't think to double check if anyone else's roles lined up well with their original selves. Or the fact that Itama and some other dead people are totally wandering around in the bg, both them, their families, and even Madara none the wiser)

So anyways, just like in Once Upon a Time, time itself is pretty much frozen. No one ages, every day runs about the same, and honestly who knows how long this town has been here now-- because its residents sure as hell dont!

But then.

One day, somehow little Kagami somehow awakens the Mangekyō Sharingan, possibly through a pure chance fluke of the illusion wavering for unrelated reasons (bc it also supresses any chakra use) and Kagami's mangekyō's ability, whatever tf it is, allows him to break himself out of the genjutsu.

Making him now the only person in the town who's aware of the fact that they're all in some sort of illusion-- though the details escape him bc hes like. 13 and didn't know everything happening behind the scenes.

Oh also note, the ages and time frame of this is just all over the place and we will not think ab it too hard.

So Kagami ofc begins to investigate, he has very little idea of whats going on at all but he does quickly pick up on the fact that he can find just about anyone in Konoha here-- but not his sensei. And Sensei always knows what to do, so now he has a mission

Queue Kagami somehow tracking Tobirama down in the outside world, just like Henry did with Emma. Don't know the specifics of how tho!

So now cut to Tobirama:

First off, him as a parallel to Emma Swan is actually so good its kind of funny. I say he gets to keep being somehow able to 'know when someone is lying' (it's the traces of his obnoxiously powerful sensing abilities leaking even through the best of genjutsu)

He's some kind of private detective maybe? Idk but whatever he is, he's freelance and travels a lot

(Which helps keep attention from the fact that he, even removed from the town, does not seem to age-- something even he himself has not noticed)

So Tobirama is just living his kind of shitty, honestly a little depressing life. He has no attachments; He always feels like he's missing something or someone; He can never seem to connect with anyone, and people even seem to forget he exists when he's out of sight for too long (almost as if they're made to forget, as if he really was never meant to be here or be seen)

And then one day this tiny kid is banging on his door calling him Sensei and begging him in tears to come back to the village because everyones gone crazy and someones cast a genjutsu over EVERYONE and Izuna is somehow alive again and--

Woah woah slow down. First, who the fuck are you actually.

*insert stressed Kagami brain car crash noises here*

So yeah !! Tobirama doesn't know who tf this kid is, but he will drive him back to town and give his parents a good talking to.

Hikaku, Kagami's polite and stressed looking uncle, is very relieved to see him back home

Kagami is literally begging Tobirama to stay it's actually painful to watch and no one can understand why he's so fucking pressed about it. And for some reason, Tobirama decides to stay. But only for a little bit, you hear?

(It will not be for a little bit.)

And just like that, the clock tower begins to move, and time begins to pass once more. And both Kagami and Tobirama slowly piece together what exactly happened to get them here, and how the town might be broken out of it's enchantment

OK SO WITH THAT SET UP / PREMISE ON THE GROUND LETS TALK FUN DETAILS

So like. Tobirama and Hashirama having no idea they're brothers. Double to that, Itama is somewhere around! And no one fucking knows it!

Madara does not know what he's done, he is living his best life fr fr, but in contrast to how Hashirama and Tobirama seem to instantly click, Madara just kind of fucking hates this guy on sight for some reason. There's a lot of tension there and everyone in the office is making bets on if they're gonna kiss (Izuna has money riding on it)

So like Madara, Izuna, Hikaku and Hashirama running the mayors office n stuff, with Madara as the mayor

Tobirama eventually ends up as Sherrif just like Emma which is also irony bc smthn smthn Uchiha police force agenda or whatever. And then him and Madara regularly get into very public fights over clashing ideals

Im tied between saying that the timeline for this is like, just wishy washy "hey dont worry ab it" and tossing in Kakashi's generation + others for fun and to fill in spaces

Or saying that just like how the Infinite Tsukuyomi seemed to bring some people back to life within the boundaries of the town, there are some legit time bending aspects of it, and just like how we have people who are supposed to be dead, we also have people who just shouldn't be born yet. Fun stuff!

But like Kakashi Obito and Rin are totally around. Somwhere. Also Sakumo but Kakashi still believes his father is dead and Sakumo can no longer remember Kakashi exists (rip)

Itama is the towns one weed dealer and also a plant scientist bc I fucking refuse to give up on the stoner Itama agenda, that is my default Itama in every AU now. Oh also he's like an adult, and we're also sticking with the him and Tobirama being twins agenda

He and Tobirama meeting for the first time with sheriff Tobirama arresting him for selling weed pass would be the funniest thing

Touka is the deputy sheriff and she and Tobirama get along like a house on fire, and then bc convoluted reasons they somehow rope Itama into working w them for parole/community service or smthn. Dream team!!

But yeah thats it thats the post thanks for listening Im gonna go stare at a wall now

[belit0]

2000 Word Commission (Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader) @ moroseu

"I just wanted a short and sweet scenario of Madara finding out reader is an artist. (She kept it hidden mostly out of shyness or embarrassment) Madara flips through her sketchbook and it’s just a bunch of portraits of him funnily enough."

EACH COMMISSION COMES WITH AN EXTRA SECRET SCENARIO, THAT I UNIQUELY AND ESPECIALLY ADD FOR THE BUYER. (I'll leave you an example of it at the bottom, but in Spanish, so you don't cheat.)

KO-FI COMMISSIONS

I hope you enjoy it Roseu, and thank you very much for trusting me!

Madara searches and searches but cannot find it, and he knows Hashirama will forgive his absentmindedness, but Tobirama will not. If he wants to survive today's meeting with the Senju brothers, he must find that copy of the peace treaty he was supposed to write.

He rummages through his office and knows there is no point in searching his desk in the Hokage's tower, only because he already did so yesterday, desperate and dreading this morning's arrival. The Uchiha counts the hours he has left before facing the albino in a death match for having lost something so important and mentally prepares to justify himself.

What can he say about it? Life is so stressful I lost sight of it? I probably forgot it somewhere, where everyone can access it, and I don't even remember where it is? Maybe it fell into Izuna's careless hands, and who knows where it ended up?

Any excuse, no matter how stupid, will work to buy off the Hokage, but with his brother, it's a different story. He can already taste the repertoire of insults Tobirama will hurl at him, those dirty looks that will fill him with anger, and the urge to battle him like it's war all over again.

He decides there is no way of maintaining his mental health today if he can't find the damn document, and frantically rummages through all the drawers of his desk, one by one. Papers fly through the air, feathers, and ink spilled on the beautiful wood of his furniture, falling and staining the floor.

He worked hard for the paper to be politically perfect, without any terms or words that could ignite it’s recipients' ire, sentences idyllically conjugated and devoid of any errors, fool-proof. Of course, not himself-proof.

Madara runs his hands through his hair, tugging and trying to pull ideas from possible hiding places through the pain. He tightly clenches his teeth to keep himself from screaming, but the clock shows he doesn't have much time left.

In a desperate attempt, he turns to his room, shuffling through all his clothes and throwing garments everywhere. Soon, the place becomes a mess, with the bed unmade moved from place to place, clothing strewn all over the floor, and drawers opened and dismantled. All his personal belongings are left in plain sight, including jewelry and valuables, but the treaty is still missing.

The Uchiha sits up in bed, angry and frustrated, and starts punching pillows only to avoid lunging at the walls and tearing a hole in it, yet breaking the bed’s foundation along the way.

Soon, the whole scene looks like a battlefield, as if someone had broken in and tried to steal, searching for goodies and destroying everything in their path. Of course, Madara had the courtesy not to touch his wife's side, leaving her clothes and belongings where they always are, without moving or disturbing the order (Y/N) maintains of her things.

Her closet had not been opened or searched, her clothes were intact, and her jewelry as well. It was only his side of the room that seemed to have been broken into.

In the midst of the chaos and the beating of his poor pillow, a voice catches his attention from the bedroom door. "Aniki what the fuck happened here...?" Izuna asks without surprise, used to his older brother's fits of rage and the imperious need he has to break, hit, hurt.

As if enlightened by the god Indra himself, he feels hope, deeply counting on his younger brother to have some idea where said document may have gone. Madara’s eyes are bloodshot, he has a vein standing out profusely in the middle of his forehead, and he holds his poor pillow as if it were a person he is trying to suffocate.

When Izuna looks at him, he seems about to pounce and eat him alive. He feels like a Senju in wartime, taken as a target by the worst Uchiha of all.

Hoping whatever is happening to his older brother won't stop him from remembering they're family and he shouldn't kill his Otouto, he asks uncertainly, "Any explanation for this? We're all grown up now, Madara. Didn't all dad’s scolding help you with any-"

"WHERE IS IT?!"

Maybe Izuna was the one who took it from Madara's office, to read and analyze it. Maybe he found it lying somewhere in the house, keeping it out of concern for the importance of such a paper. Perhaps he took the liberty of putting it under lock and key, being aware of the monumental event unfolding on that sheet.

"What the fuck are you talking about! You're honestly scaring me, maybe it's better if I call Hash-"

"NO! ARE YOU CRAZY?! JUST TELL ME WHERE YOU PUT IT!"

"WHERE I PUT WHAT?!"

"THE TREATY!"

"THE TREATY?"

"YES, THE TREATY"

Seeing his younger brother's confused face, Madara realizes he is not involved in its disappearance. He probably doesn't even know what said paper is about, nor does he have any interest in knowing. Izuna had refused to participate in the construction of the village, in the new power system, and still has trouble adjusting to living with his former enemies so closely.

No matter how much the Uchiha leader tried to involve him, to share with him what happens in every meeting with the Hokage and his brother, he refused to listen, to admit things have changed and violence is no longer necessary.

To think he could be involved in the situation was his inner hope believing his younger brother was finally ready to accept everyone's new life.

"Listen, I have no fucking idea what you're talking about, but if you don't want me to call that fucking Senju, why don't we ask (Y/N)?"

Taking a deep breath and finally letting go of the tortured pillow, Madara breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth about three times, feeling his younger brother's restrained laughter from the doorway and the effort he makes not to tease him when he's angry.

"Why would (Y/N) have the peace treaty? She won't even step into my office; she despises all political matters. If she had stumbled across it around the house, in case I’m willing to admit I missed it, she would have delivered it to me in hand."

"Maybe she forgot, Aniki. We, humans, make mistakes and forget things! For example, the other day I was with this girl and-"

"Just shut your mouth and help me search."

Mentally apologizing to (Y/N), the Uchiha decides he can't let any chance slip away, and resolves to go through his wife's drawers. He is the one who takes care of the clothing, while his younger brother investigates her personal belongings and jewelry.

They both silently engage in the task, feeling like they are trespassing on boundaries they shouldn't be. If the situation wasn't desperate, Madara would never mess with her personal space.

After what feels like an eternity of unsuccessful searching, Izuna says, "You know... now that I think about it... On one of your trips, when you asked me to stay with her in your absence, I saw her placing things in a secret spot. I shouldn't have looked, I know, I know, don't even bother, I don't want to hear it, but maybe right now it will be useful for you."

Outraged by his younger brother's meddling but eager to discover a new searching possibility, Madara agrees to be guided to the place, with Izuna still endlessly justifying himself as to why he knew about it.

They both arrive at a chest hidden under the stairwell leading to the second floor, an object the Uchiha leader had never noticed there before. Made of dark wood, it camouflages with the dimness of the cramped space, remaining perfectly unnoticed.

There is a padlock on the lid, and he ponders as to why (Y/N) would shove something so important in there, without telling him anything, and then lock it up. It doesn't make any sense, but at this moment nothing does, and he agrees to trespass on his wife's last privacy boundary.

Crouching down in front of the chest and using the strength of his hands, he forcefully pulls the lock apart, its metal yielding weakly under his fingers as if it were made of plastic. It was clearly a symbolic barrier, a warning sign for no one to dare open it. It was not genuinely intended to protect, but to appeal to the conscience of whoever wished to violate it, and prevent them from doing so.

Madara could not afford to ignore the possibility.

"Aniki... are you sure it's worth it? Why would she put it there?"

At Izuna's words, the chest is left unguarded, with the older Uchiha hesitantly opening the lid. Inside are a pile of papers, notebooks, knick-knacks, and items resembling souvenirs.

It's like a time capsule of (Y/N)'s entire life, filled with photos and tidbits identifying her childhood and the course of her years. Madara feels like he's looking at something he shouldn't, but he doesn't react fast enough to stop his younger brother from taking the easiest notebook to reach and looking at its pages.

"Oh wow... Madara... maybe you should..."

From the ground, the Uchiha leader steals the book from his hands and begins to flip through the pages with the same amazement as Izuna.

Its pages are filled with drawings, professionally executed, perfect, and pleasing to the eye. The first works date back to ancient dates, scribbles without much sense and various objects, as if (Y/N) had been practicing.

Madara was unaware of his wife's talent and inwardly wonders why she never told him how good she was at her craft. As he continues to look through the same notebook, the younger Uchiha dives for another one in the bottom of the chest, enjoying it as if it were an adventure.

"Well... this just got weird..."

Not understanding, he receives the next notebook from Izuna's hands and analyzes it with amazement. This book, unlike the previous one, is entirely about human faces. Bodies, features, positions, and postures, different examples of the same person in different scenarios.

At first, he finds it hard to believe, but Madara finally understands why his brother considers it weird.

All the drawings are about him. Every figure, every face, every eye, and faction, posture, is him being traced on the white pages by (Y/N)'s hands. The first page consists of his face expressing different emotions. An angry drawing, a happy one, sad looking, a disgusted one.

The precision of her strokes is so accurate it's scary, but he can't stop seeing himself from (Y/N)'s point of view. The next one consists entirely of his body, his torso without a shirt, that scar on his chest placed exactly where he has it in real life, the mole on his arm in the same spot, and his groin line precisely matching.

The drawings vary in mood and style, from some suggestive to utterly adorable, each line's precession terrifyingly perfect.

At some point Izuna retreated, leaving him alone with the astonishing discovery and unwilling to take responsibility for having found (Y/N)'s secrets. The Uchiha leader, so absorbed in his stupor, did not even notice, continuing his analysis without interruption.

The time for the meeting with the Senjus passed, and it was Izuna who came forward on his behalf to take over the responsibility, covering for his older brother in his initial trouble and allowing him to enjoy their find.

Madara spent hours in front of the chest, pulling out notebook after notebook and finding tons of works portraying him, grinning like an idiot to himself at the love he feels for this woman and how lucky he is to be the subject of her art.

Maybe (Y/N) was embarrassed about it and kept it hidden from him, yet the Uchiha just wants to hold her so tightly as to smother her, fill her with kisses, and make love to her, all at the same time. He felt genuinely honored and happy of having such a lovely and talented person by his side.

EXAMPLE OF A SPECIAL AND UNIQUE ADDED SCENARIO

[actuallysaiyan]

oh god I've waited so long for your requests to open - Can I request Naruto characters of your choice - with a S/O who is addicted to getting pregnant? They constantly want to be filled with cum and want as much babies as possible! Who handles this the best?

Word count: 1, 559 Pairings: Orochimaru x Reader, Jiraiya x Reader, Itachi Uchiha x Reader, Sasuke Uchiha x Reader and Hashirama Senju x Reader Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, pregnancy, slight dub con, slight lactation kink

Orochimaru absolutely adores you. You are a dream come true. The more filled with his cum you are, the more subservient and loving you become towards him.

At first you were his student, but as time went on, you realized you couldn’t hold back any longer. You need to act on your feelings.

You surprise him with your insatiable appetite for sex and cum. Orochimaru was prepared for you to be prissy, but he realizes his mistake.

He keeps you in a comfortable room all day where you barely have to do anything. He just loves the idea of being able to keep you safe but also he knows everything you do.

Every night he pumps you full of cum for hours. He hopes you get pregnant, because he wants you to give him an heir.

This happens so quickly and Orochimaru is the person who delivers the baby. He allows you some time to heal from it.

But once again, you are completely insatiable. You need his cum. You love the thought of being pregnant with another one of his children.

This becomes an addicting cycle as Orochimaru continues to impregnate you. You become addicted to the way he treats you when you are pregnant and how your body fills out in the best way possible.

You are the perfect candidate for this little experiment. Orochimaru gets to fuck you in all the deprived and desperate ways he’s always wanted to, and he gets to have as many children as he wants.

This literally goes so well with his daddy kink. He’s going to spoil you and make sure you take every drop of his cum. There’s no other way of going about it.

You both met at a bar one night, and as you continued dating, Jiraiya realized how much you loved sex just as much as he did.

He ended up moving you into his apartment and trying to stay within Konoha most of the time with you. You had an insatiable appetite for sex and cum and you often wanted to fuck multiple times a day.

As soon as you called him daddy during sex the first, Jiraiya loses his mind. He goes completely feral and fucks you so hard. He’s got your ankles on his shoulders as he pounds himself deeply inside of you.

Every night since then, he’s pumped you full of cum. You are insatiable. You need to be fucked to sleep and Jiraiya found that out so long ago and he’s always been good with his dedication to you.

It doesn’t take too much time before you are round and pregnant. Jiraiya hires a maid and a caretaker to take care of things while he works on his novel and you stay at home, pregnant and happy.

Jiraiya gets Tsunade to help deliver the baby and Jiraiya allows you the time you need to heal from the birth. At first you are happy and excited about motherhood, and then you slowly gain your insatiable appetite.

He’d be stupid if he didn’t fuck you into submission once more and pump you full of cum. Jiraiya keeps you nice and full and you are always pregnant. Nothing excites you more than the thought of giving Jiraiya another beautiful baby to add to your family.

He loves fucking you to induce labor and he just enjoys how much you do love having a big family. You’re voracious sexual appetite is only fed into by Jiraiya’s need and want to fuck you all of the time.

At first, your relationship was innocent and sweet. He was your childhood crush and your parents decided it was a great idea to set you up.

Ever since you got married to Itachi, things have changed. Nothing is innocent or pure anymore. You show your slutty side of things and beg Itachi to impregnate you.

He’s a little shocked at first, but he grows to love pumping you full of cum. Every night, he fucks you to sleep. He loves having his cock buried deep within your pussy, no matter the time of day.

Lots of cockwarming with you just milking his cock by clenching your walls around him and riding him so slowly and so gently. Itachi cums so much if you do this with him.

Everyone is so excited for you to consummate the marriage and have a baby, but little do they know that you and Itachi are fucking like rabbits.

He breeds you. He’s got the biggest breeding kink in the family and he will literally have you begging him for his cum so that you get pregnant.

When it finally happens, Itachi is so damn happy about it. You continue to fuck a lot throughout the pregnancy, as you are just so damn horny for him all of the time.

With his head between your thighs and his fingers in your tight cunt, Itachi makes you cum so much. He loves to prep you and get you all wet from multiple orgasms while you’re pregnant. You cum even easier when you are fat and bulging with his child.

When the day finally comes, Itachi has the family doctor help deliver the baby. Itachi is so proud of you and he loves being a father, but it doesn’t take long before he’s pumping you full of more cum, hoping to impregnate you once more.

Sasuke cannot stand you for the longest time. He was so sure he’d never grow up to even remotely like you.

But when he came home from his long journey of atonement, he found himself to be lonely. Sakura had moved on and married someone else, and Sasuke realized that he couldn’t love her the way she wanted him to. This is where you come in.

He reunites with you at a bar one night and Sasuke finds himself pleasantly surprised. You’ve grown up and you are so damn sexy. You bring him home that night and show him what he’s been missing.

Sasuke’s breeding kink becomes stronger as the relationship continues. The more you show him the insatiable side of you, the more he wants to breed you.

He’ll have you sore and unable to walk for days after he pumps you full of cum. It takes a lot to tire him out, but you sure know how to exhaust him.

He wants to get you pregnant so bad, but he also feels guilty because he wants to leave the village again. He decides not to leave and instead he marries you.

Your first child comes along so quickly after that. Sasuke keeps you at home, tending to the house and child...ahem children. You will continue to have yourself bred.

You want his cock every night. You will not be able to sleep unless Sasuke makes you cum and fills you with his hot semen. You whine for it almost all day.

Sasuke knows how to keep you subservient and at his beck and call. You will literally do anything to have him fuck you. You are a good little housewife.

He never thought he’d be into this sort of thing, but when he was reminded that he was the leader of his clan and that their numbers had been decimated in the wars, he understands he needs to find a wife that will want to bear children.

When he meets you, he’s a little overwhelmed by your forwardness. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by how sexually positive you are. It makes him so hard when you say things like “I want to be pumped full of your cum, Lord Hokage.”

That’s right, he’s also the hokage. He needs a proper family and you are the woman he’s going to breed. The Senjus might not have the same breeding kink as the Uchiha, but they do have a very strong inclination to start families quickly.

Hashirama loves how you beg for his cock and his cum. He picks you as his wife and marries you quickly, hoping to fill you up and have you fat and pregnant in no time.

Every night, Hashirama fucks you for hours. He lets go of his frustrations and he uses your hole as he pleases. He’s never harsh or mean, but he can be firm with you in bed. He’ll hold you down as he pounds himself into you.

It doesn’t take long at all for you to become pregnant. You are round and fat and Hashirama has handmaidens to take care of you all the time. You enjoy being pregnant and everyone thinks you are absolutely glowing.

The birth is hard and you go past your due date. Hashirama fucks you to induce labor and you both enjoy fucking for days as you both anticipate the birth of your child. When the day finally comes, you are in a lot of pain.

Hashirama is a very proud father. He dotes on you and your child often, and he lets you heal. You enjoy raising your child...but something snaps in you after a while.

You become insatiable again and Hashirama is more than happy to breed you. He keeps you fat and happy, full of cum and pregnant. He’ll fuck you for hours while your tits are still producing milk and he just sucks on your tits.

[narutofanonshinden]

Prompt fill by @fireflylitsky

I thought of "Everything is Temporary" as like a mantra Kakuzu has as he lives through his imprisonment after the failed assassination attempt on Hashirama. (CW: some gore)

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Everything is temporary.

That’s what Kakuzu tells himself—has told himself every day for the past 486 days. He’s trying to foster patience or something. He’s not a patient man, but he has patience, if that makes any sense—only when it matters, of course.

And getting out of this fucking cell matters.

Everything is temporary.

It’s the mantra looping like a reel in his head. He stares blankly ahead at his grime-coated cell walls, waiting for his one meager meal that day. This is the majority of his daily routine. Most people would probably consider that torture, but no, that’s not quite it.

Kakuzu would prefer to call it biding his time.

Everything is temporary.

It’s not what the elders would have him believe. They’d like him to think this place is his home now. His tomb—for the egregious crime of surviving.

And maybe they’re right. It is a tomb. It’s just not his.

Everything is temporary.

It’s meal time. That’s exciting, but it’s not about the food. Not really. Kakuzu is hungry in a way that couldn’t possibly be sated by sustenance. He’s thought long and hard on how to best feed the simmering rage inside his heart. 

He has some ideas.

Everything is temporary.

Contrary to popular belief, the mechanism securing his wrists together in such a way that he can’t form hand signs can be removed. It takes the skin with it, yes, but that seems like a trivial detail at this point. 

He hasn’t seen color in so long. The red is nice—vibrant.

Everything is temporary.

There’s a clangorous click, then a long, thin squeal. The door is now open. A man stands within it, food tray in hand. The expression he wears at the sight of Kakuzu—red-handed and dripping—is keenly satisfying. That man, or rather, his pulse quickly becomes the most temporary thing in the room. 

Kakuzu should pay the elders a visit. It’s been a while. They’ve probably forgotten about him. People like to do that with their failures.

That’s okay.

He’ll remind them.

Prompt of The Week

It's Fic Title Friday 💖

The challenge is to come up with a summary or scene for this not-yet-written fic titled 'Everything is Temporary'

[tryingahandinholdingapen]

new data means a new hypothesis to test: run the experiment again

good evening everyone, I have another MadaTobi fic posted! This one is a fill for the Infinite Tsukuyomi prompt, for Day Three of MadaTobi week. It is not related to my other two MadaTobi fics. 

as before, you can click on the click to read on ao3, or on the read more to read it here on tumblr!

(warning that this one if kind of long - a bit over 4500 words - and all internal monologue from a v unreliable narrator lmao)

also some amazing person was kind enough to make me fanart for this fic!!! go check it out because it’s absolutely beautiful and deserves ALL THE PRAISE AND ATTENTION https://www.tumblr.com/noriakichan/699375039709151232/this-one-is-an-illustration-on-a-fic-by?source=share

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42518604

If anyone had asked, Madara would have expected Tobirama's perfect genjutsu to be quite similar to reality. It wasn't as though the Demon had ever seemed to care about anyone, so surely he lacked little from an emotional perspective, and from a more detached perspective it appeared that Tobirama had gotten everything he wanted: his brother's dream of a village achieved, space and time for him to work on whatever twisted experiments and jutsu he desired in peacetime, Izuna dead, Madara driven out, the slow persecution followed by the eventual rapid massacre of the Uchiha clan as a whole... What would the Senju ghost have possibly changed from reality in his perfect genjutsu? What would be the point, when he already had everything he could have wanted, often at the expense of others (at the expense of Madara's, and Izuna's-) happiness?

Well, Madara allowed, Tobirama had had younger brothers too once. Perhaps he, like Madara, would prefer it if those precious brothers had survived to see peace too. He had little doubt, however, that whilst Madara's desire for such was born of affection for his family, the same could not be said for the Senju, heartless as he was. But he had occasionally seemed frustrated when Hashirama was displeased with him, perhaps he would have preferred his brothers survive if only out of a sense of duty, a failure in having allowed those under his protection to have suffered.

Madara wasn't expecting... this.

Madara found, over the course of several days spent as an unseen observer in Tobirama's perfect genjutsu, that each day for Tobirama was quite similar, and rather far from what Madara had expected:

Each day dawned to either blazing sun, or thundering storm clouds blotting out the sky. Madara had never considered something as asinine as his enemy's opinion on the weather of all things, and didn't think he would have expected this if he had, but when presented with the possibility it somewhat made sense. If Tobirama had control of the weather as he subconsciously did in the Tsukuyomi, of course it made sense that he would prefer either the cheerful sunny days that most everyone enjoyed, or the doom-and-gloom weather that best fit his suiton nature.

Madara would have expected that Tobirama's preference for stormy weather was borne of practicality; being surrounded by one's element gave them a significant advantage and greater power in combat after all. It seems this was not the case. Or, not entirely the case – yes, sometimes when lightning struck and thunder roared over head Tobirama whirled through intense, showy jutsu one after another after another with a near-feral battle joy that was unfortunately not a new expression to Madara (though the children clinging to the edges of the shelter by the training field, cheering, were new) but sometimes he just sat. Just stopped what he was doing, head tilted to one side like he knew the storm was coming before it did – and of course he did, Madara reminded himself, that wasn't anything impressive, only Tobirama anticipating his own subconscious desires before they had yet manifested in the Tsukuyomi, he had seen similar in other peoples' dreams – then abandoned what he was doing to walk outside. No warmer clothes, no coat, sometimes even no shoes or shirt, he walked outside then sat or stood perfectly still, face tipped up with an expression of oddly innocent joy as wet-slicked hair stuck to his face and rain rushed down under his collar in little streams.

Could a strong suiton nature explain such behaviour? Perhaps it was just another way in which the Senju was so peculiar.

Aside from the omnipresent blinding sun and equally deafening thunder, the other constant presence was, shockingly, Madara himself. The illusion of Madara, that is, not the real Madara who was of course present to observe. The illusion of Madara, who seemed startlingly similar to how he had been in reality near the beginning of Konoha's founding, albeit happier, and far more tolerant of one Tobirama Senju. Perhaps also a little saner, Madara was grudgingly willing to admit.

Madara watched the illusion of himself interact with Hashirama, with the White Demon himself, watched the illusion argue furiously over the minutiae of clauses in the peace treaty – because bizarrely, the Senju's perfect dream was set not in the old Senju compound when his brothers had been alive and he had not needed to bother himself with other people, nor when Konoha and peace were both firmly established, but in the time when Konoha was still only half-built and the treaty for peace was being rewritten over and over and over – and threaten his clan elders into cooperating with gratifying viciousness. As perplexed as he was by how little of his predictions about what Tobirama's Tsukuyomi would look like proved to be true, Madara was gratified to see that Tobirama had not made a mockery of him but instead had a surprisingly realistic illusion of Madara in his false Konoha. Not particularly accurate, no, of course not, but...realistic. Not how Madara himself was in reality, but perhaps how he could have been if one or two variables had been altered just so.

Kami, now he was talking like the wretched man with his constant experimentation.

Given that the illusion of Madara existed in Konoha as an apparent equal to Hashirama and Tobirama Senju both, interacting frequently off and on duty as Clan Head to the Uchiha Clan who also lived in Konoha (why? Why would the Uchiha clan exist, Madara exist, be so near as apparent equals in the White Demon's personalised paradise? Madara didn't understand, he didn't understand any of this, he could only pretend this was another person's illusion entirely lest he lose his ability to analyse what he saw with some calm), it perhaps should not have surprised him to see who else his illusion interacted with. But it did. Oh, but it did.

Madara nearly choked on his own spit the first time he heard a very familiar voice ring out with teasing mirth from around a corner at the far end of the street. His brain went blank and he didn't think, abandoning Tobirama's conversation with his (presumably) dead brother's illusion to walk rapidly in the direction of that familiar voice. Rounding the corner sharply as the voice approached, he saw at last who was speaking.

Madara couldn't breathe.

It was Izuna, one arm thrown about the shoulders of the false-Madara, other gesticulating widely as he choked out words of some ridiculous story through snickers. Madara was sure it was a story, some exaggerated, obviously generously embellished tale delivered with what served as a straight face for Izuna (it was not at all what anybody else would call a straight face), but he didn't know because he couldn't hear, he couldn't hear anything because that was his brother, right in front of him, his own baby brother who he loved and missed so much, who looked and acted so much like he remembered...

More than anything else, more than the weather or the circumstances or the people (the Uchiha and other clans, Madara, Izuna, blurry figures in Uchiha clothes that orbited the false-Madara and false-Izuna that he belatedly realised must be representative of his own dead siblings, why), Madara was startled by Tobirama's own behaviour in his imagined paradise.

Mostly what Madara observed matched with Tobirama's behaviour in the real world at the time of Konoha's founding, excepting of course his oddly tolerant attitude to the even more oddly tolerant Uchiha. The demon ghosted in and out of Hokage tower, completing paperwork and harassing others about theirs with a vicious efficiency that sometimes veered towards cruelty; he taught the students he had somehow ended up with; he trained alone or with his brothers. He locked himself in his lab to research or experiment. He spent time with various Uchiha as well as his own family, which wasn't surprising with what else Madara had seen so far but never stopped being incredibly weird and uncomfortable to watch. The Senju had completed no missions in the few days Madara had been observing his genjutsu, but some of the paperwork Madara read over his shoulder and the conversations he overheard suggested Tobirama was very much still completing misisons regularly on top of everything else he did.

(Notably, Madara had not particularly observed Tobirama resting or eating. But then, this was only a dream, thus such necessities were not truly necessary, and he had never been fully convinced the albino bastard was human enough to need such things anyway. He didn't think much of it.)

No, the one truly odd behaviour Madara observed, that matched neither his knowledge of Tobirama in the real world nor the differences to this false-world's circumstances, was only made all the more notable for Tobirama's otherwise normal actions.

Everyday, for at least half an hour, but sometimes as much as a whole evening, Tobirama would let himself fall into a relaxed sprawl, eyes closed and breaths deep and even as he simply stayed silent and still for abnormally long amounts of time.

The first time Madara saw the man do this, he felt an unexpected stab of panic as he wondered whether the contrary bastard had found a way to die within Infinite Tsukuyomi. It shouldn't be possible, Madara had made very sure of that otherwise it wouldn't be truly infinite, but the demon had proven in life that he considered ultimate laws of reality to be mere suggestions he could distort for his own convenience, so it wouldn't exactly be a surprise to find he'd somehow managed it. After some close observation, and several harsh pokes – which were pointless as Tobirama wouldn't react to his unknown observer either way, but very satisfying – he determined that this one time the contrary bastard had actually complied with expectations. Then Madara wondered if the fool had actually decided to sleep unguarded like this in the middle of a public space, which seemed very unlike the Senju who was possibly more paranoid than even he.

...Nope, some exploratory poking at Tobriama's chakra revealed the man was very much awake and aware.

What the fuck was he doing, then?

Madara observed this behaviour a few more times, but could find no pattern or suggestion of what Tobirama was doing beyond that he was normally alone but in the vague vicinity of false-Madara. Frustration and impatience led to Madara abandoning all thoughts of figuring out what the man was up to on his own. He'd take a slightly riskier, faster approach instead.

Cautiously, slowly, Madara let a few lines blur so that he could see Tobirama's perfect dream from something a little closer to the man's own perspective, rather than a third person's view.

Immediately Madara found himself reeling in bewilderment and what felt like an odd form of backlash. The last thing he had expected to be confronted with was his own chakra, in such overwhelming vividness, but apparently what Tobirama was doing was using his sensing to immerse himself in the false-Madara's chakra, and the real Madara found that unexpectedly being plunged into his own chakra from another's perspective felt almost like having his own technique turned back on him or lashing back at him. It hurt. Madara clung on with some effort and breathed through it. Thankfully, the pain soon subsided and he was able to focus again on what Tobirama was seeing and feeling, but it remained nothing much beyond the false-Madara's chakra.

It was fucking weird to feel from this side of things. Madara knew roughly what his own chakra felt like, of course, he could identify and track his own chakra signature and others had tried to describe what it felt like a few times. But everyone knew that chakra was a lot like voices; you would never know exactly what your own voice sounded like to others because the vibrations through your own skull just weren't the same as the vibrations through the air that others would pick up on and interpret as sound, and nobody could truly know what their own chakra felt like to others for a similar reason.

So, yes, like any competent shinobi, Madara had a general but inevitably flawed idea of what his own chakra felt like. But feeling the false-Madara's chakra via Tobirama's sensing was overwhelming. It was all...power, incredible power, heat and darkness and thick slightly sweet-smelling smoke, a sense of inevitability thinly wrapped in warm, slippery silk comfort. It was fucking bizarre. Madara got briefly caught up in the odd sensation even after he'd shaken off the intial backlash-adjacent pain, then spent a while more poking at the feeling out of curiousity, before retreating back to the third person view he'd been favouring previously as an observer.

Well.

He observed the still-peaceful Tobirama thoughtfully. Now he knew what Tobirama had been doing when acting so strangely: sensing. Didn't really answer many questions though.

A few more occasions revealed that it seemed it was only the false-Madara's Tobirama immersed himself in this way when lying around about the place.

Not to be repetitive or anything, Madara thought to himself. But why? What are you doing you peculiar fucker of a creature?

Eventually curiousity won out over caution, and Madara approached to sit down near Tobirama's resting form, then again let the lines blur slightly to shift from third person view to something nearer to Tobirama's own view. Given that the Senju's eyes were closed and he was lying in a quiet clearing near the edges of the village, that almost solely meant that Madara transitioned from seeing the clearing before him to feeling nothing but his own...well, no, the illusion-him's chakra. And the pain of the backlash. The backlash had not gotten any better than on previous occasions, though experimentation had shown that there was no such reaction if Madara let the lines blur when Tobirama was focused on another's chakra, and was lesser when he was not fully immersed in the false-Madara's chakra.

Previously, this was the point where he'd wait out the pain, poke around at the sensation of false-Madara's chakra out of curiousity (was this what his chakra really felt like to other? Or was this inaccurate, due to inaccurate memories on the Senju's part or a desire for Madara's chakra to be different somehow in his personalised genjutsu?) and then leave. This time, he instead waited out the pain... And then forcibly relaxed himself, taking a deep breath as he let the lines blur further.

Madara had assumed that if letting the lines blur slightly resulted in him being able to access Tobirama's senses, further blurring that line would allow him to access Tobirama's feelings or even his thoughts. For once, his predications regarding Tobirama and the demon's bizarre choice in illusions bore out. He kind of wished they hadn't.

Once again Madara was confronted with the bizarre sensation of perceiving himself from another's view, and the painful backlash as his own mind and chakra system struggled to discern what was happening. The pain was much worse this time – which made sense, if sensing his 'own' chakra from someone else caused pain, then of course additional information about 'him' from a foreign perspective would accordingly invoke additional pain. That logic did not make the intense pain any easier to bear. He almost wanted to retreat, let the lines snap back into place, make the pain stop, but found he could not. Nothing to do but wait it out.

When the pain had largely subsided, Madara found that he was able to sense Tobirama's emotions, as he had predicted, and a little concentration brought fragmented whispers of thoughts to the forefront. He imagined further focus and effort would allow him to actually make out what those whispers were. For now...For now he had bigger problems to deal with.

Because alongside the same sense of false-Madara's chakra as before (heat-darkness-fireandsweetsmoke-inevitable-softcomfortsilk), came Tobirama's emotional response to the chakra he had immersed himself in. And that was almost as overwhelming as the chakra itself. Madara had no idea what he'd been expecting, if he'd been expecting anything at all before taking the plunge, but he decidedly had not been expecting Tobirama Senju, the White Demon, the bastard who killed his brother, to be filled with what could only be called adoration of all things. Aimed at him. Madara. There was admiration and respect tangled with fondness and desire and playfulness. There was a little frustration, and an immense feeling of safety and contentment that nearly drowned out the rest but instead mingled to create an overall feeling that reminded Madara of affectionate, lazy cats purring up a storm. Deep under all of this, nearly hidden yet clearly deep-rooted, entangled inescapably in all the other feelings, was a darker but thankfully small undercurrent of fear, something like grief or mourning, and a startling amount of self-loathing. And it was all aimed at Madara, these were all things the Senju felt about him.

Madara had absolutely no idea how to react to this, and he didn't want to examine how he felt about it, so he just...didn't. Instead he set aside the matter of what the Senju apparently felt for him – oh fuck, that was a lot of feelings he hadn't even thought the man capable of, let alone for him oh fuckfuckfuck – for the twinge of concern that said, why are those the only feelings present? If, if, Madara was willing to accept that Tobirama really felt all that and apparently not hatred or apathy, the fact remained that there really should be thoughts and feelings beyond Madara in the man's head. Happiness at the glorious weather and quiet clearing. Annoyance at the antics of his brothers. Something. But... No, there was nothing, and wow this was not a concern Madara had ever had before because he'd never thought about it, never would have thought it possible but now he was alarmed because that could not be healthy or natural. Was this somehow his fault? Was this some awful, unexpected side effect of the Infinite Tsukuyomi that he hadn't known he should be watching for?

Surely Tobirama's thoughts weren't like that as well. Surely.

Madara forced himself once more to relax, letting the lines blur just a small smidgen more, before concentrating on those fragmented whispers of thoughts, bringing them into focus.

…

This was.

This was not better. This was so much worse actually what the fuck.

Tobirama's thoughts did not seem anywhere near fully coherent, which was enough to cause concern on its own, but were also rather unnervingly focused on Madara. Overall the trend seemed to suggest some sort of...pining. There were definitely strong, positive thoughts for Madara – wow he felt filthy and horribly intrusive learning some of this; he did not need or want to know even the tiniest most incoherent hints at what Tobirama Senju considers an enjoyable sex fantasy, thanks – but they were twined with an unwavering belief that they would never be returned, that Tobirama was lucky for Madara to tolerate him. The few thoughts that Madara was able to find (with slightly desperate searching, though he'd never admit it even to himself probably) that didn't concern Madara ('Madara'? Where were the lines between himself and the false-Madara here? It was difficult to tell and oh kami this was fucking with his head like nothing else) or Madara's chakra which Tobirama seemed uncomfortably enamored with, were thoughts concerning Tobirama's reputation. Thoughts with a very self-depreciating tone towards needing to make up for who he was, somehow.

No thoughts of the village, of his brothers, of what he was doing later that day, of new justus to try or his current surroundings or anything. If dipping into Tobirama's feelings had been anxiety-inducing, getting a glimpse at his thoughts was frankly terrifying. What had gone so wrong? How did he fix it?

Given that half an hour ago, Madara was strongly in the camp of Tobirama not feeling usual emotions or having normal ethics and morals, it was odd how protective Madara now found himself feeling but...It felt right, somehow.

Feeling considerably more disturbed after dipping into Tobirama's thoughts than he had been beforehand, Madara withdrew back to his own third person perspective of the genjutsu, only to sit, blankly staring at Tobirama's chest rising and falling where he was stretched out in the grass like he belonged there.

He wasn't sure what made him do it, but later that same day, Madara again dipped below the surface to get a glimpse of the Senju's feelings and thoughts. With very few exceptions, he had only been blurring the lines when Tobirama was otherwise occupied with the false-Madara's chakra, but he was grateful for his impulsive decision to look again whilst Tobirama was busy explaining some new jutsu to his smallest brother. Because this time, his thoughts and feelings seemed a lot more normal, much nearer to what might be expected, coherent and complex and covering many many topics – thinking over the past, planning future actions, thoughts of the village and the Uchiha and his family and missions and baffling plans for research Madara couldn't even begin to parse and – and all Madara could think was oh, thank the Sage.

Madara kept checking near obsessively for the next few days, and was relieved though slightly puzzled to realise that that the overwhelming, incoherent focus on himself or the false-Madara (and really, where should he be drawing the line now? It was difficult when Tobirama's own thoughts and feelings made no distinction and the illusion was so flatteringly similar-yet-not to reality) had not been a one-time occurrence. It happened repeatedly, consistently – every time Tobirama settled to immerse himself in the false-Madara's chakra with an air reminiscent of someone sinking into a hot spring, his focus instantly narrowed in on Madara with his feelings growing deeper, stronger, and his thoughts taking a dive into near-incoherency or uncharacteristic rambling. The rest of the time...The rest of the time, Madara checked and was rather uncomfortable to find that most of the Senju's thoughts and feelings towards him remained, just much more muted and proportional to other matters. The deep sense of safety and contentment only surfaced when Tobirama rested near the false-Madara with his sensing wide open and attuned to its chakra though.

Madara had no idea what to do with this.

Even after over a week to adjust to the idea, Madara stubbornly avoided thinking about Tobirama's thoughts as relevent to him personally as much as he possibly could. Instead, he found himself bothered by something else – this was Tobirama's perfect paradise, or it was supposed to be. If the man wished to be together with Madara, for whatever unbelievable reason he might do that, then why was he not together with the false-Madara? Why did his illusion seem to only tolerate Tobirama, if that, and the albino just accepted that with gratitude if anything? Shit, within the genjustu he had a better relationship with Izuna than Madara, and talk about things he never thought he'd say!

…Was his self esteem really that bad?

Did he hate himself that much that even in a genjustu designed to give him everything he wanted, Tobirama would barely allow himself a scrap more than he had been given in life?

That... wasn't right.

No. No, that wasn't right at all. Madara felt incredibly irritated suddenly, because this wasn't right, this wasn't what he wanted or what he expected, and if he wasn't going to get what he expected then he damn well would make sure he got what he now wanted.

He just had to figure out what that was, first.

It occurred to Madara eventually, after he had finally – with great reluctance – forced himself to actually think about what he'd observed, process it, come to accept it as something happening that he would have to take into consideration – to wonder how long Tobirama had harboured such feelings for him.

Clearly, if he had had such inclinations for very long, they hadn't prevented him from acting against the Uchiha, doing what he surely thought of as his duty but... What if that hadn't come until later? What if a younger Madara had been able to persuade Tobirama to fall for him sooner, what might that have changed? Or if those feelings had been present for much longer, could things have been better if Madara had convinced him to act on those feelings in some way, or if he had initiated something himself?

If they could have brought the Senju to truly support their clan, if they hadn't had enemies on all sides, if they hadn't been so cornered... surely things could have been better?

Normally Madara wouldn't bother to entertain such ridiculous thoughts, the past could not be changed and what-ifs only ever hindered, never helped, but now...Well, now, Madara had very little else to think about.

He also had an unprecedented amount of power at his disposal, as much time as he wished to rifle through various libraries including Uzushio's own sealing scrolls, the ability to study or steal or use the techniques and bloodlines others had that concerned space or time or both...

...and nobody to stop him from doing what he wished with those resources.

Okay.

New plan.

Let's try this again, shall we?