#madara drabble

[dabilove27]

Hi Rach 🥰🥰

Could I request prompt #3 with Madara Uchiha, mayhaps? ❤️

Or honestly write whoever you want for that prompt, with a little dash of angst. I love that prompt so I’m excited to see what you do with it!

Congrats on your follower milestone my love! 💕

Hello lovely Lauren!!!! I am sorry this took me so long! Life and kidney stones completely destroyed my schedule! Thank you so much to @lady-lunaaa for giving this a quick read through!

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Warnings: hints of intimate moments, established relationship, pet name “my love” and a hint of angst. Let me know if I missed anything!

At night, the moon shines high and bright, casting its rays through your open window and illuminating Madara's skin. The weight of unspoken words fills the room with an uneasy silence. The two of you lay naked in your bed, the covers half strewn across your bodies.

"I thought you weren't going back," you finally muster up, your mouth dry and throat aching from the noises that had recently escaped you in an intimate moment with the man staring blankly at your ceiling. 

"I wasn't going to, but I must finish what I started. I can't allow this failed experiment to continue any further." Madara’s words drip with contempt.

You release a slight hum of acknowledgment even though there's an ache in your heart. You didn't anticipate developing feelings for the enigmatic man who arrived in town one day, brimming with animosity and rage. After spending a few unrestricted nights together at your home, you witnessed his passion and brilliant mind. He was definitely unlike any previous partner you've had.

Madara shared his aspirations for Konohagakure and how they were shattered when he witnessed his clan being suppressed by the Senjus. While he exudes confidence and cockiness in his ability to combat Hashirama, you feel apprehensive and concerned that the outcome could be fatal.

You wish he would stay by your side and abandon his plans to attack the village, but Madara is resolute. Is it foolish to desire a family to attain happiness with him? If you were to reveal your knowledge about him to others, they would definitely answer in the affirmative. The heart can be fragile when it comes to love, sometimes overlooking the flaws, especially when Madara manages to captivate you so swiftly.

The first time you saw him, he appeared like a shadow in the night. His long, dark hair that glistened in the moonlight. Scars littered the hard planes of his body. There were deep stress lines beneath his dark eyes. All of it drew you in. To put it mildly, he was handsome. 

Despite the logical warning to not pursue this elusive figure, your heart couldn’t resist his beckoning. The thought of him departing and never returning was too painful to bear. So instead of pushing the issue, you let your fingers trace over his toned stomach, following each scar slowly. 

That was your intention, or so you thought. Instead of controlling your emotions, you blurted out selfishly, "But what about me?"

Madara shifts his gaze towards you and carefully observes the anxiety and exasperation visible on your face with his intense, dark eyes. "My love, what about you?" He repeats the question you asked earlier. As he pulls you towards him, his face draws nearer to yours. His lips are against yours for a moment, and you can taste the remnants of you on his tongue. Just a reminder of how close the two of you were just moments ago. 

Madara pulls away from you too quickly and lets out a short growl as he whispers, "For you, my love, I would destroy the world." 

Thanks for reading!

[sleepy-hawks]

[uchihaharlot]

Once again, tumblr is holding my drafts hostage. I don’t understand why I can’t edit anything. So screenshot it is! 🤷🏼‍♀️

Now I am scared to even draft on here. 🥲 Probable typos, I’m in line getting tacos 🫠

Anyways, sorry this took so long! I find that during the week I’m not capable of allowing myself the creative freedom to write. Too many stressors!!

This is suuuuuper cute and hilarious to me! Lololol. And some of this might be short because I am actually still tired asf. Sort of tailored this their characteristics — prideful Madara, Submissive Obi, catch me if you can Shisui, and proper Itachi.

SFW; superiority complex Madara; shy Obi; enthralled Shisui; whipped Itachi.

Madara:

Immediately is thrown off center by this girl’s audacious behavior. Did she just spit at him? Ah hell no! Makes it his personal mission to take her down a few pegs. Absolutely does not tolerate a woman with more balls than him. Tries to subdue her, but she is too quick it seems. ‘Another Sharingan wielder, I see.’

Heh. Yeaaa, he is going to pretend like her insubordination or her being almost equally matched isn’t a huge turn on, this girl is just so brazen. She wears male captains livery and it drives him wild to no end wondering what she would look like in his. Madara will not admit any of that though, it would be accepting defeat. Oozes clan pride as she counters his every advance on her. If he was two steps ahead, it felt like she was six.

Obito:

Lol. Why am I like this with him? The second this girl overpowers him he is embarrassingly hard and emotionally stunted. She just gracefully kicked his ass and made a fool out of him! So he is going to avoid her at all costs, watching her from the shadows. Just…waiting to be her personal punching bag again. Lol. Anything to feel her soft hands on him. She is smart, Obi not so much. Catches on to his little game and says, ‘I think you just want me to put you out.’

‘Yes.’ Which is a complete understatement.

Shisui:

Let’s not bullshit here, Shisui was a bit worried when she made to fist him in the dick. He yielded as a last resort, those are incredibly sensitive and precious to him. They hold his next of kin, that and, he memory served him well. That shit fucking hurt. Offers this girl his hand as a truce, and then pulls her in to ask if she would go on a date with him. Heh. Yea, she would. A girl that wasn’t afraid to get a little dirty and even fight a bit unfair was someone he needed to have close. Not make an enemy of, probably almost falls in love with her if she picks some of the gravel off his shirt too.

Itachi:

Oof. Did this girl really tell him to eat shit? That’s the most profane language he’s ever heard out of a woman’s mouth. Itachi is good mannered, a genius and a gentleman. Though some weird feeling in the depths of him has his interests piqued. She didn’t act anything like your average kunoichi. Enjoyed pushing his buttons and Itachi liked the push and pull. Purposely widened the threshold of how far he could play this little cat and mouse game.

[lordsecondsenju]

A soft 'oof' left Tobirama as a wrapped package was plopped into his lap. A surprisingly hefty, wrapped package.

"What is this?" He asked as he sat up from the couch, turning so his feet rested on the floor.

"You could open it to satisfy that curiosity instead of asking, you know." Madara responded as he sat beside the albino man.

A playful huff came from the famed swimmer as he tore into the simple, blue wrapping paper, before opening the box to reveal...

"Boots?"

"Snow boots, to be precise."

"Why would I ever need snow boots?"

"For the vacation I'm making you take to the Americas. It's cold this time of year, and you don't own a pair."

Tobirama was surprised, as he turned to Madara, a small smile tugging at his lips. "The thought is much appreciated."

[silverutahraptor]

Asian Drama Tropes 2024—June

For the @asian-drama-tropes event 2024. I’ll be publishing one true Naruto-themed drabble (100 words exactly) per month for the event :)

June | Prompt: confession in the rain

“Hashirama,” Madara whispers. “I— —” Hashirama can barely hear her friend over the rushing of the rain. She takes another step off the engawa, closer to the other kunoichi. “My friend, what’s the matter?” Madara is silent for a long time. Her hair is plastered to her face, black tangles on pale skin . “…friend,” she eventually says and then laughs abruptly, a harsh, bitter sound. “Still I am ever the fool.” “I love you, Hashirama,” Madara continues, and before Hashirama can react to—to that, Madara’s eyes spin into beautiful red. “But it doesn’t matter anymore… and you won’t remember.”

[lossie92]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara Characters: Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Slice of Life, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Breeding, Body Worship, Fluff, Light Angst, Implied Mpreg, Explicit Sexual Content, Established Relationship, Omega Senju Tobirama, Alpha Uchiha Madara Series: Part 9 of MadaTobi Miscellaneous Drabbles

Summary:

"We can have as many pups as you want, wife."

Tobirama laughed at that, the sound of it a bit too wet for Madara's liking. "D-don't make promises you c-can't keep."

"Oh, but I very much intend to keep it," Madara assured him before he rolled his hips to show the omega just how intent he was on doing just that.

(Or the one where Madara and Tobirama talk about their future.)

[pachu09]

MadaTobi Drabble.

Madara is shivering from the intense cold. " Damn. My hands are cold. " He forgot to wear his gloves as he rushed to get to his meeting point with his mission partner.

Tobirama hated people who's late for mission appointment and Madara, because he didn't want the Albino to sneer at his lateness again had made sure he wasn't.

Madara blew hot air on his hands again and he watches in dismay as his fingers turn pale again.

Tobirama suddenly piping up beside him made Madara stare at the Albino.

" Here, hold my hands Uchiha. I won’t let you be useless for this mission. " The Albino offered his hands to the Uchiha which Madara eagerly accepted but then the Uchiha slyly realizes something.

" My lips are cold too, Tobirama–san. " Madara intone glumly.

Tobirama stared wide eyed at his companion. He then slip a hand out the Uchiha’s tight grip and he uses it to quickly cover Madara’s lips.

Madara stared flabbergasted at his mission partner.

" Do you feel better now, Madara–san?. "

Madara sweatdrop. " Yes. " he mumbled beneath Tobirama’s hand. But internally he's screaming.

' Izuna!. You are so fucking right!. Why do I like this genius idiot? '

[hashirama-of-the-forest]

Rest Weary Traveller

Part 1

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Madara trudged his way through the brush, using his blade to cut away most of the foliage and brute force to get through the rest. His limbs were covered in scratches and cuts, but he ignored the stinging.

His clan was in danger, it hadn't rained in months and their crops and livestock were dying at a terrifying rate. The only solution was to send out more hunters to cut down whatever animals they could catch. Madara had been out of the compound for over two weeks now. He would hunt, bring the food back to the clan, and then leave again.

Staying wasn't an option, and he didn't want to either. The elderly had started refusing food and serving their rations to the younger clansmen. Two elders had died already, and several more were at risk. It may be cowardly, but Madara didn't want to watch his kin perish so cruelly.

Tajima was agitated and aggressive and the whipping scars on Madara's back itched. He preferred the loneliness of the forest.

His last catch was a rabbit and he'd cooked it for himself. Now he was trying to find a body of water to bath and wash his tools. The late hour and cloudy sky had him a little confused and he felt like he was going in circles. He could have sworn he had just seen the lake through the thick brush.

Madara groaned and leaned back against a tree. He was exhausted and he desperately wanted to lay down and rest. His brothers were out hunting as well. Izuna had gone north, Rekka had gone west, Kato and Kenji went south and he had gone east. They were skilled hunters and he knew they could take care of themselves but...he still worried. There were other clans who were certainly dealing with a similar situation and there were bound to be other hunters out there.

Shaking away that thought, Madara pushed onward. He had to trust his brothers would be okay. Once the Moon peaked through the clouds he could regain his bearings.

The crunch of leaves and twigs were his only companion as he moved through the trees. Everything was blending together and he didn't know if he was going in a straight line anymore.

A sudden glimpse of movement to his left stopped him in his tracks. Pulse racing he peered through the foliage to see what it was.

Ten or so metres away, there was a large bull elk drinking from a small stream.

Fuck the water, an animal that size could feed the entire clan for a whole week!

Madara crouched down low and slowly withdrew his sword from its harness across his back. Most of the herd had left the area, undoubtedly scared off by the increased hunting, he hadn't expected to see any. Perhaps his luck was turning around.

He crept in a circle, moving to stay behind the elk so he could better identify where the beast who likely go when he inevitably heard him.

The bull was huge! It's pale fur was pristine and unblemished, it's antlers were long and without marks or breakage. This was a prized bull, one that was strong enough to keep all challengers at bay. This warned Madara of the danger it posed. He needed to move quickly and with precision.

When the water came into view, Madara realized that it wasn't a stream at all! The bull stomped it's hoove once and a puddle of water materialized in that very spot.

Madara gaped, there was no way that was real. He blinked a few times, but the water was still there. Was he hallucinating? In his shock, he wasn't paying attention to where he stepped, and he snapped a large twig. Immediately drawing the attention of the bull.

Madara winced at his stupidity and expected the animal to take off running. Instead, it turned to look at him with dark ruby eyes.

The bull turned fully towards him and cuffed loudly, bowing his head in threat.

Madara slowly put his hands up. "Okay, okay." He breathed, lowering himself closer to the ground. There was no need to start a fight. Especially with an animal this large. Without the tactical advantage of surprise, there was no way he would be able to take the bull down.

The elk eyed him, his gaze eventually falling onto his sword. The damn thing scoffed.

Madara bristled, bizarrely offended. "What? It's made of the finest steel the smith had to offe- why am I explaining myself to you?"

The beast huffed and took two steps closer. Madara's hand tightened on his blade, and he gulped. The closer it got, the more dramatic the height difference. The elk was easily six feet at its shoulders, maybe more.

Madara took a step back only to hit the bark of a tree. He was cornered, what an ironic turn of events.

"I'm sorry, okay!" Madara rushed. "Clearly you have the upper hand here and I'll leave you alone." Speaking to an animal like this felt so strange, but it seemed like the beast was listening. "I'm just trying to feed my clan."

A slight tilt of the beast's head encouraged Madara to continue. Maybe he was delusional from lack of sleep.

"The drought has killed our crops and live stock. My people are dying and I am just trying to keep them alive until it rains."

The bull stared at him for a long moment. Madara could do nothing but stand there and hope he would be spared.

The elk turned and began to walk away. Madara sighed with relief and slumped against the tree. That was an experience he never wanted to repeat.

A loud grunt drew his attention and he found the elk looking at him expectantly. Madara blinked and then slowly stood away from the tree. He should probably try to find his way back towards the compound but instead, he found himself drawn to follow.

Upon taking a step forward, the elk continued on.

Madara didn't know if he was being led to his death or what, but his curiosity was too strong to ignore. He sheathed his blade and followed along.

The trees bent away from the elk to allow its thick bulk and antlers pass through, and all other foliage ducked away from it. Like it was bowing to the might of the beast.

It was clear that the elk was not a normal animal. Or Madara was delusional from lack of sleep.

He didn't have much time to ponder what it could be as they soon arrived at a break in the tree line.

"Holy shit!" Madara exclaimed when he saw what was beyond. A massive body of water stretched far into the horizon. The Uchiha sprinted forward until he was knee-deep in the fresh water. How far had he gone?! The Uchiha almost completely relied on their crops and livestock, so they weren't immediately equipped to fish, but this changed everything!

It was too dark to see into the water, but he could hear splashing. It could be the waves, but it could also be fish!

He looked back at the elk and found it very close and looking down at him.

Madara took a few steps back, the edge of his pants getting wet as he did. "Uh... thank you?" It was weird thanking an animal. He wasn't sure if the elk was trying to lead him here in the first place. It could all be a misunderstanding.

The animal took a step forward, and Madara promptly stepped back. The water rose quickly around him, and the waves seemed to be getting stronger, pushing against his tired legs relentlessly.

"Uh, please don't drown me." Real fear coursed through Madara's body. In his excitement, he had put himself between the endless water and the elk, a very poor tactical position.

The water grew more aggressive, to the point where Madara had trouble staying upright. He caught one more look at the elk before his feet were swept out from under him, and he was ducked underwater.

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Should I continue??

[motleydemon]

Hashirama and Inzuna should know better than to bother their cantankerous brothers. Tobirama does know better, and acts accordingly.

[titaniafaeriequeen]

Madara had known Izuna was wrong—it wasn’t the clan ninneko playing a prank on him. Though, the truth was far beyond what Madara would have expected. And it raised so many questions.

Firstly, why was Senju Tobirama stealing Madara’s dirty laundry?

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, if Tobirama had been entering and leaving Madara’s rooms in the middle of the Uchiha settlement undetected for weeks, why was Madara still alive?

Thirdly, why had Tobirama not moved yet?

The moment Madara had slammed the door open, Tobirama had frozen, hand on his sword. Staring at Madara, nostrils flaring slightly.

Oh!

caught stealing madara's possessions (laundry, mostly.)

[jumexju]

TEFUTEFU

Pairing !! : Uchiha Madara / Fem Reader

Fic Type !! : One-shot / Fluff / slice of life / Drabble

CW !! : none !

Summary !! : You ask him if you can braid his hair.

Note !! : It came to me in a dream /hj

✦ MASTERLIST

If you were to ask anyone what the most memorable feature that Madara possessed, most would surely say his Sharingan. And you couldn’t exactly argue, it was the genetic trait passed down to all Uchiha so of course, they were all bound to have it — But that didn’t make it something unique to Madara. Some people would say maybe his strength, they could call it godly and unmatched ! — If it wasn’t for Hashirama, who was the only shinobi who could ever match Madara in strength. People could state all the features they would deem memorable about your lover — but they often forgot about his long and spikey black hair. Over time, as you grew fond of Madara, one thing that had always stood out to you about him was his hair. 

You loved the feeling of it slipping through your fingers whenever he allowed you to comb through it and the way he leaned into your touch whenever you lightly scratched his scalp as you played with it. Madara was many things, but only you were allowed to see his soft side. Which is why you now sat behind him in bed, brush in hand as you combed through all the knots and tangles that had appeared in his hair. 

“Your hair’s really long..” your tone was doused in quiet fascination. 

“Stating the obvious, as-” 

“Can I braid it?” A wide smile spread across your lips as you imagined it. 

“What.” Madara looked back at you, shooting you an incredulous look. As if it was an outlandish thought to want to braid his hair. 

“Pleaseeeee??” you dragged the word out, pouting at him to convince him to allow it. 

He turned away from you, “Your pouting will not have any affect on me, woman.” He sighed, smirking to himself as he thought about how you’d still try to convince him. You were relentless when you wanted something — he knew that all too well.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?” You rested your chin on his shoulder, making your presence unavoidable as you pleaded with him in the hopes that he’d say ‘yes’ to your request. 

“No.” 

Your face fell, shooting him an unamused look before taking your chin off his shoulder and going back to brushing through his hair, “You’re cruel.” 

“You’ve finally realized,” He chuckled at your statement as he let you brush through his hair. 

“-and insufferable.” you added. 

“Tell me something I don’t already know,” He rolled his eyes, ever the sassy man, before smiling to himself. You could do nothing but stare daggers at the back of his head, still brushing his hair. You were at his ends now, almost done with it, when he glanced at your face through the mirror. You were pouting still, clearly dejected at the fact that he didn’t let you braid his hair. Before you could finish brushing through it, he turned around, staring at you blankly as you looked up at him with gloominess still in your eyes. 

“Oh don’t look at me like that,” 

“Turn around so I can finish brushing your hair,” You crossed your arms at the man, ignoring his attempts to ‘cheer’ you up. 

“I’ll let you braid my hair-” 

Your face lit up at his words, a smile blooming on your lips like a flower in spring. 

“-If you stop giving me that depressed stare.” he finished, feeling his stomach flutter at the sight of your bright smile. 

“Okay! Now turn around,” You commanded, happy tone in your voice and eager to finish brushing his hair so you could braid it. 

He scoffed at how your emotions went from depressed to beaming in a split second. “Foolish woman..” he murmured to himself. 

“Yeah but you love me though,” you teased him as you separated his hair into three parts and began to cross them to make the braid. 

“Unfortunately,” He sighed in defeat. In the end, he really couldn’t bring himself to say no to you. Maybe Hashirama could match him in strength, 

but only you could bring him to his knees. 

[uchihaharlot]

❓️ HOW do the Uchiha guys sound in bed?

Are they loud? With a raspy moan? Grunting? Gluttural sighs? Panting? Dirty talk? Babbling? Or just open mouth breathing heavily?? 😮‍💨💋

I need to know 🥹💦💕

Oh I love this. A short little Drabble; NSFW

Sounds the Uchiha boys make when having sex; coming.

Madara:

You know, I guess it would depend for this man. I consider Madara to be a rather mouthy individual. So he’s going to really be talking some shit in her ear. ‘I know you can take it a little longer…’ after like five hours and she’s exasperated. The man has an incredibly fast refractory period. In the other hand he might be more of a grunter, and quiet if it’s just a fast romp.

Obito:

Full on whimpering, not in an overdramatic way. The man just has a high sensitivity and feels so deeply in these moments. The sounds he makes is only going to encourage her to make the same. So they’ll be on par with one another and probably come fast too.

Shisui:

My rotten solider. He’s definitely full mouth all up in your ear or the crook of your neck guy. Lots of hisses, and depending on how close he is, will change octaves. If it’s been a while, his mouth will slack open and he’ll give out a throaty groan when he first slips in. Very loud when he comes, it’s his way of affirming that this feels so good.

Itachi:

So reserved and respectful. He’s the heavy breather. Makes up for it with deep kisses and thrusts. His lips are so busy with hers that he doesn’t necessarily leave room for sounds. Maybe a few breathy kisses here and there, but will get a little louder right as he comes; a heavy panter if you’re on top. Very still soft though, and it’s always over your lips.

[silverutahraptor]

“Don’t take any unnecessary risks,” Madara shouts, hands cupped around his mouth and yet barely audible over the distance and with the wind rushing past the both of them.  Izuna throws his head back to laugh, waving back at him. It’s just like his overprotective brother of a king, he thinks, to feel the need for some late and entirely unnecessary orders.  Then he raises his whip. Beneath him, Amaterasu responds by stretching out her long scarlet wings even further. Madara’s dark blue Susanoo is larger, to be sure, but no other dragon can beat Izuna’s own in speed. “Dracarys!”

Drabble (100 words) for Day 2 — ASoIaF AU for @izunaweek

[pachu09]

MadaTobi Drabble

Tobirama stares down Hashirama as he puts down fifty pages of paperwork. " Anija. I need you to sign these so I can proceed with my plans. "

Hashirama who felt dread at seeing what Tobirama presents to him." Can I review that tomorrow, Tobi?. Its kinda late and I want to go Home early cause Mito–chan is waiting for me "

Tobirama shakes his head in dismay. " Very well, I'll just ask Madara–san for help then " he then turn to the man and calls out.

" Madara–san. What are you doing tonight? " with an uncharacteristic absent-mindedness Madara answered the Albino with...

" You. I'm going to do you. "

Awkward silence pervade the Council room. Hashirama gape at his bestfriend. Izuna slapped a palm over his face. The Clan Heads stared flabbergasted at the elder Uchiha...

Meanwhile, Tobirama blushes furiously and tried to hide his face behind the paperwork he was gripping tightly...

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

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Last updated: 17.11.24

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Headcanons

Love Language Headcanons - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Hashirama, Madara

How They Sleep Headcanons - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Shikamaru, Sasuke

Husband Headcanons 1 - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Jiraiya, Obito

Husband Headcanons 2 - Sasuke, Suigetsu, Shikamaru, Neji, Naruto

How They React To A Dream About Their S/O Dying - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Shikamaru, Sai

Albums I Think They Would FW 1 - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, Naruto, Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Shikamaru

Albums I Think They Would FW 2 - Choji, Kiba, Shino, Sai, Neji, Lee, Kankuro, Gaara, Shisui, Gai, Asuma, Yamato, Jiraiya

Random Kinks They Deffo Have - Iruka, Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, Shikamaru

Sex Tier List - Konoha 11 + Sand Siblings + Sasuke

Kissing Tier List - Konoha 11

Drabbles

Seeking Peace - NotSpecified!Male x GN!Reader

Character Specific

Shikamaru

Smoking With Shikamaru (Clean) - Shikamaru - headcanons

Smoking With Shikamaru (Dirty) - Shikamaru - headcanons

An Extended Sesh - Shikamaru x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

Joint Reverie - Shikamaru x F!Reader - smut oneshot

450 Autumn Avenue - roommate!Shikamaru x F!Reader - something that I love

Semper Amare Et In Perpetuum - Shikamaru x GN!Reader - fluff oneshot

Kakashi

could you imagine...? - Kakashi x GN!Reader - fluff drabble

secretadmirer!kakashi - Kakashi x GN!Reader - fluff drabble

Chocolate-Covered Confessions - Kakashi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

A Chilly Trip to The Sugar Dealer - Kakashi x F!Reader - smut oneshot

The Cardigan - Kakashi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

Alone - Kakashi x F!Reader - angsty-fluffy oneshot

Poor Communication - fwb!Kakashi x F!Reader x Iruka - angst oneshot

Such Effort - Kakashi x F!Reader - completed series

Take Me In Your Arms - Kakashi x F!Inuzuka!Reader x Itachi - WIP series (posted to Wattpad unless otherwise requested)

Itachi

Thank You - Itachi x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

A Dream From Another Universe - Itachi x F!Reader - bittersweet fluff oneshot

Loving From Afar - Itachi x F!Reader x Shisui - WIP

Take Me In Your Arms - Itachi x F!Inuzuka!Reader x Kakashi - WIP series (posted to Wattpad unless otherwise requested)

Shisui

Closing Time - Shisui x GN!Reader - fluff oneshot

Loving From Afar - Shisui x F!Reader x Itachi - WIP

Shino

The Art of Mutual Growth (pt. 1) - Shino x F!Reader - fluff oneshot

The Art of Mutual Pleasure (pt. 2) - Shino x F!Reader - smut oneshot

Iruka

The Sound of Gladness - Iruka x GN!Reader - fluff oneshot (with level 1 smut)

Poor Communication - Iruka x F!Reader x fwb!Reader - fluff oneshot (if you stop halfway through)

[doveywovy]

A drabble trade with @domoz, with the prompts "marriage hunt" & "cultural differences"!

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This was the first time in over two hundreds years that the Senju had allowed another clan to be present for the midsummer hunt, much less partake. An act of trust, Hashirama had called it. Tobirama wasn’t entirely opposed, but he did wish Aniki had bothered to explain the details of the ceremony to the other clan.

The Senju Midsummer Marriage Hunt was a celebration of life. It was a matter of connecting to nature, reconnecting to their place in nature. The intricacies of the rituals surrounding it, as most long-ago formed religious practices, were as detailed as they were endless. Dressed only in cotton, bringing only bow and arrows as their weapons, and all of them barefoot- the Senju had taken great efforts to ensure the event remained connected in all ways back to nature. Hashirama had reassured him multiple times that it wouldn’t be trouble- that the Uchiha, as a clan well known for their hunting prowess, would not disturb things where it mattered. 

The sun high, the day hot, and the Uchiha’s arrival to the meadow was already proving his brother wrong. 

They arrived in a burst of color through the brushwork, making noise that shinobi normally are naturally devoid of. Some are playing instruments, drums and flutes, and there’s laughter and yelling and the clatter of wooden geta knocking together. Tobirama makes a mental note to direct the hunt in the opposite direction from which the Uchiha had come; there would certainly be nothing to catch along the trail after that terrible racket. 

Despite all the noise, it’s a smaller group then Tobirama would’ve expected. No children, no elderly; only a small group of presumed-shinobi.

Hashirama’s welcoming smile grows strained, but he still calls out to the procession. “Hello, hello! So glad you accepted our invitation!”

Madara Uchiha makes his way to the front and accepts Hashirama’s excited hug with good nature. As the noise finally died down, the two groups were able to observe each other- and Tobirama is surprised to find matching looks of disdain across the way. Both the Senju and the Uchiha clearly do not approve of each other’s choice in clothing. 

The Uchiha are dressed in finary. Delicate silks, layers of jewelry. Even Madara has bothered to tie his hair back in an imitation of a presentable style. They look dressed to meet the daimyo, not for a day and a half of hunting on a boiling hot summer day. 

 Izuna shoves his way forward. He’s dressed even nicer than the rest, with bright red makeup smeared at the corners of his eyes and his hair a glossy well-groomed braid along his back. He gestures at Tobirama, turns to face Madara, and says, “I told you!”

“Izuna.” Madara responds, in a reprimanding tone near-identical to Hashirama’s. It’s a little funny, but Tobirama hides his mirth for fear of making the situation worse. 

Hikaku- and ah, unusual for so many members of the Uchiha main family to have come all together- makes his way to Izuna’s side and pats him reassuringly on the shoulder. “We mustn’t judge the Senju for….aesthetic differences. If their tradition calls for more practical clothing, we should respect it.”

He says it very nicely, but it certainly sounds judgemental. Tobirama would be offended if he wasn’t practicing a very similar judgment of the Uchiha tradition. Dressing up for hunting in old growth forests seems unbearably foolish, regardless of historical precedent. 

“Look, look, this is my fault. I really should’ve explained it better.” Hashirama offers, which does seem to mollify both halves of the crowd. “We Senju host a hunt every midsummer in honor of all the marriages in the past year. It’s a way to reconnect with our place in the natural order, which is why we tend to dress down and-” 

“Honor the marriages?” Madara stutters out. All of the Uchiha, in fact, seem more confused at Hashirama’s words. 

“Yes, exactly! Because of- you know, the spring babies growing up and…” His voice trails off.

“The Uchiha,” Hikaku explains, face flushed a bright red, “Have our own tradition called a marriage hunt. A tradition where a shinobi can catch a spouse. We had assumed…” 

Tobirama waits until the clamor from his own clan dies down- outrage from some, certainly, but more laughter than anything. Such an outrageous miscommunication, it’s hard for any of them to find anger and not humor. 

“I believe, with some effort, our traditions could be merged.” Tobirama offers politely, and ignores the weight of a very intense stare at his words.