#tobirama senju fluff

[ayyyez]

hello!! I hope you are feeling well!! can i ask for headcanons madara and tobirama with f!reader who is a very strong kunoichi, equal in strength to them? but at the same time she is very affectionate with them. thank you in advance!!

A/N: I am having a good energy day today so I am good thank you! I hope you are well too. Oh absolutely! This is actually my favourite kind of s/o to write for them. Not that I can't imagine them with a non-fighter s/o it's just this is my favourite kind of dynamic to write for these two. Including the affection too haha. Thanks for the request.

TAGS: relationship headcanons, fluff, general dynamics, shinobi reader, affectionate reader, flirting, kissing

CHARACTERS: Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju

MADARA UCHIHA

This gremlin? ohohoho. Alright here we go.

For him strength is quite the turn on. He sees you kicking someones ass or taking someone down and that's the moment he's down bad. Madara is attracted to you immediately.

Bonus points if you can banter with him too THAT really gets him hooked. Strong AND can hold your own against him with your quick wit?

Be still his beating heart. Probably says that out loud.

Chases you from the moment he sees you if it's village timeline. If it's pre village he's internally suffering over the "enemy" he's longing for into the late evenings.

You might be on opposing sides but his nights are filled with your interactions.

He's tossing and turning constantly.

Those interactions run through his head and he's tormented by the fact you'll never be his but still he longs for you. He craves you. He has to have you~

The interactions the two of you have are heated.

Fights where the two of you battle for dominance, cutting each other with honeyed words in a cloud of lust.

It was hard to tell if he was fighting you or flirting with you. Injuries were had but none dyer or ever resulting in serious consequences.

Then came the day you forced him onto his back, weapon kicked away and arms pined beside his head. Both of you panting. The tension palpable.

The way you to stared at each other, pupils dilated—it couldn't be seen as disdain or hate but something else.

That's when the two of you kissed.

You weren't really sure who leant in first. The two of you met in the middle. Both of you wanting this from the beginning.

Your lips sweet on his. He couldn't help but wanting more as he pushed, pushed, pushed further into the—oh his hands were in your hair now—when did your hands release him?

The two of you together are a couple of insatiable gremlins. He's just as affectionate although he does attempt to keep it in check in public.

The second his jealousy is kicked into gear though or his possessiveness kicks in so does his physical affection.

If you are in anyway the same it only spurs him on too.

You kiss him in public? He's smirking like a show for the around onlookers after.

It's to say 'Yeah this is my s/o.'

Always pushing into your touch the second you're reaching for him.

Take his chin in your hand and pull his face (tug that bitch) toward you. Make him wait (he's not patient but make him be it's fun) and gently brush you lips against his to keep him wanting.

It's a good way to make him melt and rile him up.

There's also the gentle moments. The absent minded touches. The two of you always seem to have a hand on each other. Resting on a thigh, the small of the back, head resting on a shoulder.

Physical affection in private can be a little more playful. Just bite his shoulder and he'll not even think twice about it. 'May I help you?' or 'And what do I owe this pleasure?' Yes, biting his shoulder amuses him, ergo pleasure lmao.

Kind of gets an ego boost seeing all the different sides of you.

TOBIRAMA SENJU

Honestly? Tobirama NEEDS someone who can kick his ass. Whether that be verbally or physically it doesn't matter as long as you call him out on his shit.

The fact you are on the same physical level as him as a shinobi is just a bonus (and he won't admit it in a hundred years but he's turned on~)

You've got to play it smart with the affection and not come on too fast too soon. Honestly, in general with all things with Tobirama you can't come on too fast.

He's like a gentle current, flowing steadily along the stream until suddenly he's a powerful waterfall crashing down (yeah that's him falling for you–steadily then all at once)

At first the affection is going to be a point of discomfort for him.

One, because he's not used to it and two, he's not sure why he keeps thinking about it. The feel of your touch, wondering about the meaning behind it.

It makes him so frustrated because you've become a distraction and somewhat a fixation for him–pulling him from important priorities.

it's not long before he pushes that logic aside though.

He starts longing for more of your touch, expecting it and seeking it out. More and more. It's all he can think about.

Those small touches of affection are things that get him through the day and the warmth he begins to crave.

He tolerates them now.

Tobirama runs cold and by nature seeks out warmth. Finds his hands soothed when yours envelop his. The same when your hand finds his cheek. It takes everything not to press into it. Sometimes he lets himself (just a little) and mostly when he's exhausted.

Craves physical affection.

Touch starved.

Will almost never seek out your touch so you intiating physical affection is the perfect balance.

Just kind of leans into your hold whenever you reach out. Like a magnet to your warmth. Whole body presses against you when he's exhausted, that's your cue to pull him close and gently stroke your fingertips up and down his back.

Put each hand on his cheeks and stroke them. When he relaxes thats the time to catch him off guard (not really he's always on guard but he's more relaxed) and pull him in and kiss him. Long drawn out kisses that leave him longing.

These moment give him a little more energy. They allow you to see those rare small smiles.

Tobirama also really values your opinion on things regarding shinobi life and village life in general.

Will ask your input on things and involve you on village matters (sometimes just to spend more time with you) other times simply because its important to him.

Post policy discussion make outs at home once you come to a conclusion of how to strengthen the village. Holding him tight and kissing him hard.

Tobirama is very into you in these moments.

It may take a little time for Tobirama to adjust to the affection but it is something he grows to not only love but take comfort in. He appreciates your strength and affection in equal parts.

[rainybyday]

I like to think Hatake's sees hair as a sort of sign of affection. Like, anything with hair is a sign of affection to them.

Head pats, fondness. Brushing hair, close relationship. Doing your hair, you are their closest person.

Like, they see playing or caring for your hair as a sign of affection through caring for you.

To touch your hair is like a cautious sign of fondness to see the person's reaction to the touch. If they are positive they keep doing it until they can card their fingers through your hair. If you respond negatively they would be slower and respectfully of your space and ask you if it's fine to pat your hair or hover a hand over your head before you lean into it.

Playing with one's hair means that they are putting trust in the person that they won't ruin it nor that you will damage it. A show of trust that Hatakes take to see if they have any form of malice or tension based on the person who is playing with their hair seems to care for them. If they pull or tug harshly and keep doing it then it means you don't care for their well being. But if you apologize and learn to be more gentle then it shows that you are being considerate of the person.

Styling or doing one's hair is like the ultimate show of claim a Hatake can make on a person, letting someone touch or do their hair is the second stage of trust before they do it themselves to the person they care for. Because then it shows that you are allowing them to care for you and love you in a personal way. To let a Hatake do your hair, whether that's brushing it or doing a complicated style is a show of a claim or sorts.

Of course, a Hatake will judge you by how well they care for your hair. The best hair care is usually shiny or silky, even fluffy or soft on the claimed, and a well-cared-for Hatake can be seen in the same way.

I just thought of this as Kakashi doing Sakumos hair a lot into a simple ponytail since that was the only style he learned to do correctly and Sakumo always loved it. But when the mission happened and Kakashi was coming home less, Sakumo's hair became loose and unkept which he took as a sign his pack didn't care for him nor trust him anymore.

I imagine Kakashi seeing Sakumos body with his silver hair spread all over the floor when Sakumo cut chunks of it off before killing himself. The person who found Kakashi and Sakumo saw Kakashi brushing out the tangles of the messily cut hair on his dads dead body.

Then I like to think of how Kakashi would pat his student's heads from time to time and I smile.

If we go the Hatake Tobirama and Hashirama route I like to think Hashirama always had his long soft and shiny hair due to Tobi brushing it daily. Even styles it for important events or for practices. Tobirama use to have long hair to but saw how much his brother struggled with it so he cut it short to help him with caring for it. Hashirama was devastated and felt guilty so he would work to make plant oils like rosemary lavender or coconut and almond oils to make his brothers hair shiny and smooth.

Anyways, hair care! Hair care the love language.

[risuola]

VII — WHAT IF...? // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

Tobirama never wanted children and not one of you ever brought the topic up, but now, as you grow more and more intimate and comfortable with each other you wonder, what if...?

contents: smut, reader discretion is advised — 2,1k words

a/n: i need to tell you guys that i'm so incredibely grateful for the positive feedback i got from you readers! i know that Tobirama isn't the most popular character in Naruto and i chose him to make this series about (because I love him, that's why) and it makes me so happy that you enjoy his little persona too! ❥ also, i'm very sorry for posting so rarely for this series, i was stuck in where to take the story now.

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

“God, I’m so damn busy.”

Tobirama’s low, deep voice rumbled against your skin as he kept latching his lips along the edges of you. You let your nails gently run across the pale flesh of his sides, your hands long gone underneath the dark ink-blue fabric of his blouse, yearning for the warmth of a man that has your heart in a tight grip for way longer than you’d ever suspect. The marks he was leaving at his wake matched the color to the ones you were painting on his back and you couldn’t help but grin with satisfaction when he hissed near your ear. The stinging sensation of your scratches fueled his fire even more and only seconds passed before your pants were pushed down and underwear got ripped into pieces. The heat of your core now exposed to his whims, starved tremendously for any touch of his, and you whimper – the sound nearly pathetic, as he moved his fingers along your dripping slit, spreading the slick and making their way around the pulsating bud.

“My love,” you breathed again, leaning your head against his peck, inhaling the subtle, fresh scent that always stuck to his body. A mixture of tangerine and pepper, a hint of sandal wood hovering above the soft undertone of morning dew and rain. “My god, I missed you.” You spoke, but what was leaving your mouth was incoherent, it was airy and broken; stuttered between the expert circles Tobirama was massaging right into your nervous system.

“I missed you too,” he replied, quiet against the crown of your head, taking in your aura and impatiently moving his fingers a little bit further, making them slip right into you. One by one, he was focused on stretching you out, the tight ring of muscles clenching around his digits as he moved them back and forth.

“Tobi, please–“ you whined, gripping onto his sides with enough force to ground yourself.

“You think you are ready for me?”

“I do, please,” there was no hint of uncertainty when you begged for him to fuck you. Right there, on his desk, in his office in the hokage tower. There was no worry in you, no thought about his brother few doors further down the hall, no nothing that could convince you that it wasn’t the best idea and it seemed your husband has just as little concerns because it didn’t take him long to be inside you.

A low, gravelly groan escaped his throat, vibrating against your lips that glued to his throat marked their way across the sensitive skin over his Adam’s apple. It’s been too long since he felt you that close, it’s been too long since he was able to just lose himself in you, be vulnerable in the loving embrace of your body, be the person he never got to be publicly and instead of thinking and analyzing, just letting himself feel. And then, he was sure, that if ever he wished to feel anything, it was you he wanted to experience. It was you since the day he saw you for the first time, led by a servant in your family palace, blinded and obedient but bearing a beauty that tainted his thoughts perpetually.

Tobirama will always remember the feeling of your body – the soft curve of your shoulder he kept his hand on to lead you out of your village, the gentle brush of his fingers against your cheekbones when he took the blindfold off your face, revealing the eyes in which he got lost with no return. You were nothing more than a girl he just met back then, a wife-to-be but someone unknown and yet, his heart knew on the spot that things will change. And they did, he knew it’ll happen, but he wouldn’t dare to wish his life to turn out so dramatically different to what he predicted. Love was a feeling as foreign as fear to his heart. A heart he thought was frozen and nothing more than a dot in the constellation of organs that kept him alive. The beat in his chest has never had any more meaning than to keep his body going and the very same beat now goes crazy, rumbling against his ribs whenever he sees you. Tobirama knew his life will change, the very moment his head was filled with terror and uneasiness when Hashirama passed him the decision regarding the arrangement. He knew about all the shifts in his day to day life he will simply have to commit to and yet, the most vibrant of his dreams, the most brave and perverse could have never created what he had now. You.

You, on the desk he’s used to work at. You, with your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, your hands gripping onto him for just a fraction of support, panting out moans, so light and breathy, against his lips, quietly escaping only for his ears to hear. With your core clenching, aching to accommodate him whole and yet, greedy enough to take everything, to want more. Senju would never imagine he will be blessed enough to hear his name spoken with so much love he could actually feel it seeping through the sound of it.

You kept squeezing him and he kept losing his mind over every twitch your walls did around him. You were a work of art, he thought as his eyes followed the lines of your body. An arch of your back now prominent, and the only thing that kept you from falling flat onto the desk was a pair of his hands, strongly holding your waist to himself. Your eyes were absent, your mind long gone into the realm of pleasure and yet, your fingers stayed on his biceps, squeezing the flesh and wandering, hungry to have more of him.

“Tobi–“ you breathed out, the name just barely sliding on top of the air you were panting out and you pulled yourself closer to him. Your palms now found their way to his back, stretching the fabric of his blouse to feel the skin underneath it and you leaned into him, as he leaned into you. Your foreheads touched, noses squeezed together as the final moves of his hips brought both of you over the edge. Your breaths mingled together, a soft, broken sounds made for a cacophony of love you just shared and you shut your eyes to just feel him fully.

“Welcome back home,” your husband whispered finally, kissing your lips shortly after your smile acknowledged his words. The gesture was soft, languid and though you knew it was carrying much more than just concluding the sex. There was love that it carried, emotions unraveling with each movement of his mouth against yours and you felt the warmth spreading all over your body.

“I missed you too,” you replied, softly and quietly, slowly breaking the kiss off but not shying away from marking the line of his jawline with few more wet spots. “Let’s get cleaned, shall we?”

* * *

Watching Tobirama fight was one of your favorite things to do ever since you got to marry him. It amazed you every time you had a chance to witness his training and your husband never failed to take your breath away with how skilled and precise his movements are, how much control he has over nature releases and how well he wields the sword. Of course, the moment he offered you to join him while he trained with Kagami, you said yes without a second thought.

The boy from the clan of fire has become a part of your family in a way. Ever since you gave him a hand, helped him go through the traumatic events that happened with his biological parents, you kept an eye on him. With regular visits at his new home, you got to know his new parents – lovely people – and you really attached yourself to the little kid. He was growing so fast, warming your heart and soul as you watched the smile on his face and pinched his cheeks every time you had a chance, because soon he’ll be too big for you to do so any longer (you’ll try anyway). Kagami was a constant guest at your house, spreading his warm aura across the place where you and your husband live and making you smile every time you saw him, because the few days you got to take a close care of him were the sweetest memories you held onto. You’ll never forget the way he clung onto you, with trust and a kind of love that a child gives an adult that it feels safe with.

Tobirama grew to love the boy rather quickly – though he was reluctant to admit how fast it happened, but you knew he felt the intense need of care in just few days of little Uchiha in his life. Now it wasn’t a secret anymore – your husband openly treated the kid as if it was his own and even though he strongly believed that kids shouldn’t be exposed to war and violence, he was very supportive when it came to trainings. Even on the busiest days of his schedule, he always found a moment or two to spare for the cheerful child that came to visit the hokage tower every time he was around.

“Tired already?” Senju asked, watching the brunette gathering up from the green grass on one of the meadows that were more of a training field than a piece of greenery. An open space so big in comparison to the almost eight-year-old tiny human and yet he bravely raised up to his little feet, clenching his fingers around the handle of his kunai.

 “No!” He called out, panted and a small smile tugged on your husband’s lips as he got into his stance yet again. It was a spectacle of trust and power and you admired your man for being able to perfectly calculate how much strength he can put into every move of his body to make the little one hustle just enough.

You, as you sat on the side, resting on the soft blanket and surrounded by homemade food you prepared to feed both boys after they’re done and some bandages and first aid supplies that you knew will be needed to tend scrapes and cuts that Kagami will most likely be covered in after the session. All those little, harmless wounds you’ll later kiss and wrap around, tickling the child and basking in the sweet sound of his giggles muffled by the pieces of rice and meat you’ll give him.

You smiled, then sighed, feeling a sentiment washing over you. A slight tension made your muscles twitch and soon you found yourself pressing a hand onto your belly. You wished to have children, not always – but now, as you found love in the village that confidently you call your cherished home, more and more often you catch yourself thinking.

Tobirama didn’t want any offspring, at least that’s what he told you few days after the wedding – as he was explaining to you the mechanisms of the arrangement and briefing you through his visions of the future between you and him, he mentioned that his brother will secure the bloodline, therefore he has no wish to have kids himself. It’s something you agreed on, then slightly intimidated by his cold and calm persona, but three years had passed since you and him got bonded by knot of matrimony and as you think of it, none of his predictions came to life.

Sometimes you chuckled mentally, knowing how far off is what you have now to what he told you he think will happen. It was meant to be loveless, it was meant to be dry and distant. He told you that he’s sorry for the future you were given to, that he’s not going to love you just like you deserve but then, he did just that. He swore he’s cold, that his heart isn’t capable of sharing feelings as romantic as love but Tobirama loves, and he loves hot. Every kiss and stolen touch with him burns right into your soul, warms you from the inside, makes you happy and cherished, and you knew, deep inside of your heart, that his mind changed long time ago. You knew, deep down, that he’s content with what you built together, that he’s happier than he ever would be if your marriage turned out as he thought it will.

And so, you wondered if his will to have children changed as well? You never talked about it with him, never asked and he didn’t as well. Lost in the constant rush of his busy schedule, from meeting to meeting and from fight to fight, Tobirama stayed quiet about the issue and you, now leading the anbu, never had guts to bring it up either. But now, as you sat there, basking in the warm rays of the summer sun, you wondered what if…?

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[liss-art]

Madara Week 2023

Day 3. Fluff /same plot from picture to picture/

[jumexju]

KAGEROU

Pairing !! : Senju Tobirama / Wife Reader

Fic Type !! : HCs / Slice of life

CW !! : none ^^

Summary !! : What being his wife would be like.

Notes !! : Naruto brainrot is so reall -_-

★ MASTERLIST

Being married to Tobirama would include.. 

Soft mornings in which he usually wakes up earlier than you and watches your eyelashes flutter while you sleep. He likes to relish in the calm and domesticity of it all. Just hearing you breathe steadily in the mornings brings him peace of mind. 

Not too much PDA. He wouldn’t full on make out with you in public- but he will hold your hand and give you a peck on the cheek every once in a while !! 

Hearing his soft sighs of relief when you give his shoulders a massage after a long day of sitting in the Hokage’s office all day. (He’s old, give him a break) He’ll pretend that your massages weren’t that beneficial but when you threaten that you won’t give him any more massages, he’s a pouty mess of a man.

Having to deal with his stubbornness whenever you try to tell him that there are different ways to do things (he won’t listen) (he’s senile). On that note, the man probably gets into a lot of arguments with you over small things due to his stubbornness. 

“Doing it that way takes more time, if you just use hot water then the grease just melts right off.” You told him as you demonstrated how the leftover oil on the pan easily washed off due to the hot water. Tobirama looked down at you, unamused. “Just let me do it the way I want to do it, It gets the same end result anyway.” You sighed and shook your head, “Fine, do it your way then.” 

On that note, whenever you two have those lover’s spats, he’ll be the first to recognize he was wrong and apologize to you because he hates getting the silent treatment. 

You stirred the soup in the pot, getting dinner ready for night as you pretended not to see your husband walking up to you. “Do you know where my kunai went? It was on the table a second ago.” your husband stood next to you, his arms crossed as he waited for your answer. Unfortunately — it never came. “Hey.” he tried to get your attention, unable to bear the listless expression on your face. Tobirama stood there, hoping you’d at least turn to look at him, but you moved around the kitchen and didn’t acknowledge his presence once. “Fine then, be childish.” He felt a small pang of guilt but decided to just leave the kitchen. 

Later that night, he saw you taking your pillows over to the couch. ‘Are you serious?” He asked you in disbelief that you would go as far as to make him sleep alone. Again, you didn’t say a word and closed the door once you’d grabbed a spare blanket from the closet. The white-haired male got up and followed you to the couch, determined to get you to talk to him. “Okay, I yield. I’m sorry.” You raised a brow at him. “Sorry for what?” 

“I’m sorry for saying that you were too weak to go on that mission by yourself.” He avoided your piercing look, reluctant to even admit that he was wrong. Nonetheless, he was happy he have done it when you brought your pillow back and were sleeping by his side again that night. 

Despite his stubborn nature, he is willing to see things from other perspectives. Conversations with him usually end up with you learning about the way he thinks. Your deepest conversations with him usually happen when the both of you are in bed about to go to sleep for the night. 

Mans will also not let you vent in peace, if you have a problem then he’s giving you advice for it. You have to shush him multiple times just to complain to him about your day in peace. He doesn’t get the whole concept of telling him about a problem you have if you didn’t want a solution to it. 

“Why didn’t you just tell her you felt that way?” He lifted a brow at you. “That’s not the point.” you shot him an unamused look. “Well if you told her then maybe she wouldn’t have done what she did, am I wrong?” Tobirama just stood there as you stared at him with a bored look on your face. “Forget I said anything.” 

He’s secretly very clingy behind closed doors because he doesn’t want anyone else to see how vulnerable and soft you make him. I’m tellin’ you koala type grip whenever you two wake up, he will make you stay in bed with him all morning if he doesn’t wanna get up — Unless you have a job. He respects your schedule since he himself is someone who likes to stick to routines. 

Overall, he’s a very caring husband and does his best to both protect and be there for you. 

[miminazumin]

Just a scenario of Tobirama finally having the love of his life after years of neglecting her... :)

(I have a whole plot idea about this but I’m still working on the ask in my draft.)

Tobirama’s heart swells with joy as she accepts his offer and pulls him into a passionate kiss. After all these years, after all the pain and regret, he finally has a chance at redemption, at the life he always wanted but never dared to hope for. As their lips meet, he pours all of his love, his longing, and his devotion into the kiss, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against his own.

When they finally break apart, Tobirama takes her hand in his, his eyes shining with a mix of happiness and determination. “I promise you, my love, that I will spend every day of the rest of my life making up for lost time, for the years we wasted apart. I will be the husband, the father, that you and our children deserve.”

And as they stand there, hand in hand, Tobirama feels a sense of peace wash over him, a belief that even in the face of all that has come before, there is still a chance for a happy ending. He knows that the road ahead will not be easy, that there will be challenges and obstacles to overcome, but with her by his side, he feels ready to face anything.

Together, they walk into the future, ready to build a new life, a new family, and a new legacy. And as the sun sets on the village they both love, Tobirama knows that he has finally found his place, his purpose, and his home.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Tobirama Senju (Naruto) - Oneshot AU.

It was stupid.

You knew full well, but you couldn’t help it.

Tobirama Senju wasn’t someone very easy to get close to. Even more so because you were a..

“Uchiha.”

The strict tone made you stiffen and you lowered your head back into the paper as Tobirama continued his tutoring.

“G-Gomen, Senju-san.”

Your soft mutter earned nothing but that stone cold expression as he continued to explain the concepts of your lesson. In all honesty, it was your own fault. Hashirama and your brother Madara had always been best friends.

While your clans had many disagreements, not all of them were all small minded as the members of the past. There were a few elders on both sides that still held that level of mistrust that stemmed from one simple misunderstanding how much ever hundred years ago.

A petty family feud.

Despite that, both Senju and Uchihas had found a sense of peace. A few had even gotten wed, broadening the family and strengthening the ties.

Regardless, it was very clear that Tobirama did not really like you, or a few other Uchihas. Maybe that had more to do with the way your brother constantly pestered him. Whatever the reason, you knew the only reason he was tutoring you right now was because he was the acting teacher’s assistant and he’s pretty much a stickler when it comes to grades and training.

There was a part of you that wished you could banish it, your feelings. You were only four years younger than Tobirama, and almost nine years younger than Madara and Hashirama. So, you supposed they all just assumed you were naive, or a kid.

Hashirama always treated you like a child.

With another internal sigh, you kept your eyes on the paper, anxious now because it was just the two of you in this big classroom and with every hour that passed, you were having a harder time focusing with your crush sitting right next to you, glaring at your paper like it was some enemy.

Then again, with Tobirama, maybe that was just his face.

“We’ll stop here today.”

His words sounded so stern for a guy who really should be more easy going given the fact that he was only nineteen and already had every school in the district practically begging to have him as a teaching aid. The only reason he applied for this position was because Hashirama was the principal here.

Packing up reluctantly, you tried your best to focus on anything but your unrequited love. You hoped the walk home would banish your inner turmoil, but it only brought up the memory that first made you fall for the younger Senju brother.

“Look at this, it’s red eyes.”

You frowned at the group of boys that had been following you since you left the gate. It was stupid, it’s not like you asked for your peculiar red eyes. It was a birth defect that ran in the family. You knew it unnerved people, but your brother had always encouraged you to embrace it, saying that you were amazing regardless of what people said. It was the only reason you’d decided against getting contacts.

Yet now, maybe you should have given it a second thought, because this had been a common issue since grade school.

You gripped your bag tighter, increasing your pace. But it did very little. You could still hear them laughing behind you, and when you cut through the park, you tried to make a run for it, but someone tugged your bag and you gasped as you were pulled backwards. Your body hit the ground, and you stared up with shaky eyes at the three boys now standing over you with grins.

Your assumption was that they were in your class, but you were wrong. They had to be seniors. You gritted your teeth.

“L-Leave me alone you assholes!”

That was probably not the way to go, but given your situation, if you were going to get beaten up, at least you should get a word in. A trait you no doubt got from Madara.

“What the hell did you say bitch!!”

The one in the middle raised his hand, and you shut your eyes, ready for the blow. Yet the sound of a body hitting the ground made you jolt. Your eyes opened, and standing in front of you was…

“Senju-san…”

He glanced at you from the side before he turned back to the group of boys in front of you. The leader was on the floor holding his bloody nose.

“I will be reporting all of you to the principal tomorrow. Bullying a schoolmate is pathetic. I have zero tolerance for bullies.”

His words were followed by a glare that could bring a giant to its feet. The fallen boy stumbled to his feet, running off with his friends.

You weren’t sure what to say. The speed they were running at you would think they saw a ghost. Your heart was still racing from the encounter, and for a few moments you could only gape, because you were certain Tobirama detested you.

You’d been to his house many times due to your brother's many visits, but in all that time,Tobirama had never so much as acknowledged you or said one kind thing to you. You always got that stoic gaze, and you just accepted that he was one of the few that held mistrust for anyone with the last name of Uchiha.

“You’re hurt.”

The statement brought you back to earth, and you blinked, looking down at your ankle that was indeed bruised. The adrenaline must have distracted you. You had been prepared for a beating.

“Can you stand?”

“I-I..”

You moved to attempt it, but pain rushed through your leg and you closed your eyes in pain.

“Damn it..”

You muttered.

Walking home like this was going to hurt like hell. You meant to tell him that you needed a minute to gather yourself, but he lowered, and you were shocked when he offered his back.

“You can’t walk in this state.”

It was all he said.

For a moment you just stared owlishly at the gesture. But when he glanced back with that glare, you swallowed, climbing onto his back hurriedly.

You were a little worried you’d be too heavy, but he stood as if you weighed nothing. Just like that he was walking down the street. Your mind was reeling, trying to figure out if this was all real. It couldn’t be.

As you chanced a look, Tobirama’s focus was trained ahead, and in that moment, you couldn’t do much but stare at him. Regardless of his personal views, he’d helped you, and was now carrying you home on his back. Your cheeks turned red, and you found yourself burying your face into his back to stop the insistent thumping of your heart.

“Please…don’t hear..”

That was the day your entire view of Tobirama changed. He was no longer the grumpy brother of Hashirama, but someone you couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter how much you tried.

Since that moment, your eyes kept following him, and it just got worse when he applied as Kakashi-sensei’s teacher assistant. Now you had to worry about him being at your school every freaking day.

“Stupid crush..”

You grumbled.

Tobirama’s head lifted and you flushed when his cold stare directed at you.

“Did you say something?”

Coming from him, it sounded like a challenge, or a threat. You just waved your hands around, shaking your head as you looked up, thankful that you arrived at your home. Running into the house, you slammed the door, sliding down to the floor as you buried your face in your knees.

“Dummy.”

It was bad enough that you’re so transparent, but letting that slip was almost dangerous.

“Why the hell are you on the floor?”

Madara’s question made you shoot up and you glared.

“N-No reason!!”

Hashirama came from around the corner with a smile.

“Are you teasing (Y/N)-chan again? If your brother ever gives you trouble you can always come to me.”

Hashirama hugged you to his chest, patting your head and you just blushed. This is typically how all your meetings went.

“Quit patting her head, she’s not an animal.”

A harsh kick to Hashirama’s back and he was down for the count. A bead of sweat ran down your head as Hashirama moved to a corner to sulk.

It was always entertaining with those two. For a moment you forgot about all of it. Your feelings, past conflicts, everything. Hashirama and Madara were proof that people didn’t have to be led by past ignorance.

After you’d showered, Madara had prepared dinner and Hashirama practically begged to stay. Although your brother often acted like he was annoyed, you knew how much he enjoyed the company.

The three of you sat there as you talked happily. For the most part you were listening to Hashirama’s stories of his brothers. They were always so entertaining.

“Even Tobirama was pretty headstrong when we were young. When I had disagreements with my father, he was the one who tended to intervene. Even though he was the younger one, he was always protecting me.”

That was a bit surprising to hear.

“Senju-san did?”

Hashirama nodded.

“He did. I don’t think he can help it. He has a bit of a complex.”

Hashirama continued to laugh, and you zoned out, nibbling on your chopsticks.

“Back then he..he protected me. Does that mean he cares about me..”

Just the thought has your face feeling warm.

“Oii, why is your face all red?”

Madara’s call made a pulse pop on your forehead.

“Why are you so nosy!!”

You throw the empty bowl, hitting him smack in the forehead and he falls off the chair comically. Hashirama started laughing when the both of you went back and forth throwing items at each other.

There was one thing you know you can count on, and it’s your brother cheering you up.

As the days carried on, your little lapses continued. Maybe even got worse.

“I’m a stalker.”

You sulk.

At this point it’s true, because you’re hiding behind the wall, peeking at Tobirama on the roof. It was purely coincidence the first time. No one really came up here, so it was great for days when you just needed to relax and think.

On one of your trips, you’d caught sight of him sitting as he casually read a book. It was aggravating how majestic he looked, just sitting there with the wind casually blowing his white locks back and forth. It was as if coolness just came natural for him.

Since then you’d tried to sneak a peek every now and then. It was a silly attempt to try and work up the courage to talk to him outside of the classroom. You’d already made a stupid excuse about struggling in class for him to tutor you.

Glancing at his form, you lower your head.

“It’s hopeless.”

No matter how much you wanted it, there would never be anything between the both of you. With a soft breath, you turned, walking away.

The rest of the day dragged on. Once it was over and you were home, you spent a bit of time just soaking in the bathtub. By the time you stepped out, you felt a bit better. Walking down the stairs, you were searching for your brother and his noisy best friend. The second you were in the kitchen, you were grabbed into a hug.

“Today we’re having dinner at my house (Y/N)-chan!”

Hashirama’s excited voice shouted.

“W-Wait a minute!!”

You didn’t have a chance to complain, he was dragging you away and Madara just followed along without so much as a word.

“Damn them both.”

The very place you wanted to avoid is where you were now. With a glare, you sat on the couch of Hashirama’s home annoyed. Madara and Hashirama were probably in the back with his other brothers playing some dumb game. For grown ups, they sure were childish.

Since you were stuck here, there was no reason not to explore. At the very least you should get food. You headed up the stairs to wash your hands so you could grab something from the fridge.

On your trip there, your eyes caught Tobirama’s bedroom. Your steps slowed, because the door was slightly ajar. You should have just walked away, you knew that, but you couldn’t help but peek inside. Approaching slowly, you inched closer, just to see, but you couldn’t see him, at least not in the room.

“What are you doing?”

The question made you shriek, and you stumbled backwards, right into his room. A glare was prominent on his face as you stumbled over your words.

“I-I-I wasn’t doing anything!”

From his look, it’s clear he didn’t believe a word.

“Why do you keep following me?”

“I-I wasn’t!!”

“You are.”

He took a step forward, and you could feel your heart strumming aggressively. Right about now you wanted to be anywhere but here.

“Kakashi-sensei told me that you aren’t failing the class. You have the top score. So why did you lie to me? What are you trying to do?”

The discovery brought panic. You should have been more careful, or at the very least come up with a believable explanation, but he looked so angry and the longer you stood there, the more terrified you were that he would find out.

“Answer me.”

You flinched at his tone, and by now, both Hashirama and Madara had come.

“What the hell is going on?”

Madara sounded agitated, especially since it was clear that Tobirama was yelling at you.

“Your sister was sneaking around in my room. Is there a reason for that?”

Tobirama looked pissed and now you were about ready for the floor to open up and just swallow you.

“I’m sure (Y/N)-chan has a reason, don’t you?”

Hashirama stared at you expectantly, and you stammered.

“I-I..I…”

What could you say?

“She has a problem with me. She’s been keeping an eye on me for some reason. A laughable situation given the Uchiha name.”

“Hey! Watch your mouth!”

Madara yelled as he grabbed Tobirama by the collar of his shirt, slamming him to the wall.

“Am I wrong?”

Tobirama’s words were taunting, and Hashirama moved closer to try and de-escalate the situation. You were trembling, because all of this was your fault.

If another argument started between the families, this time it would be your fault. All you seemed to process was the yells from your brother. He was mad at Tobirama because of you, he was fighting him, because of you.

Your eyes shook and you pressed your hands to your chest.

“I-I LIKE YOU TOBIRAMA!!”

Your yell stopped everyone in the room. Madara’s hands lowered slowly, and they all stared, clearly shocked by the confession.

Your entire body was shaky, and when they saw the tears rushing down your cheeks, it became real.

“(Y/N)...”

Madara muttered, clearly taken aback.

Tobirama was no longer braced on the wall, and you sobbed.

“I-I lied about the tutoring because I like you..I-I just wanted to get close to you..”

You felt pathetic.

No one was supposed to find out, especially not him.

His serious expression evened out, and you closed your eyes, dashing out of the room. Madara flinched, chasing after you. Hashirama turned when he heard the door slam shut. Tobirama was still trying to make sense of what you’d said. He expected some kind of scolding from his brother, but he merely walked towards the door.

“You’re not going to say anything?”

Hashirama shook his head, turning with a smile.

“I know you’ll do the right thing.”

Nothing else was said.

Hashirama left.

The next day, he wasn’t surprised that you were absent from school. Madara stopped by, probably to ease his older brother’s mind. When he’d walked past him in the hallway, he said nothing. He didn’t have to. Madara was angry, he knew that. He had every right to be.

There was no discussion on what needed to be done. That evening, Tobirama showed up at your house. He knocked on the door, and when you answered, he knew you weren’t expecting him.

You barely reacted, eyes sullen. When you finally registered it was him, he could practically feel the panic coming off your body. You looked ready to bolt and he stepped inside, bowing just as the door closed behind him.

You were startled, confused, maybe a bit worried.

“S-Senju-san why are you-”

“I apologize. It was wrong to make baseless accusations. I acted impulsively with no consideration for your feelings.”

You were positive you’d never seen Tobirama bow in his life, much less apologize to anyone. You weren’t sure how to respond to it. When he straightened, you felt exposed. He was looking at you, and for the first time, that stoic expression held just a tinge of emotion, maybe even guilt.

“I acted no better than my foolish elders. Please consider my apology.”

You’re not sure what to say. Tobirama is a prideful person, so you understand that working up the courage to admit that he was wrong was not easy. Your hands tugged at your sweater.

“I-It’s fine. I-I’m sorry for lying to you, and sneaking around your room.”

You mumble.

It’s clear that in the near future, you should keep your distance.

His eyes were planted on you, and he couldn’t help but ask.

“Were you serious about your confession?”

Your face heats up, and you want nothing more than to deny it, but when you chance a look at Tobirama, he isn’t glaring the way he usually does. It might just be your imagination, but he looks almost attentive.

Lowering your head, you nod. No good will come of lying again.

“H-Hai.”

He folds his arms.

“How long have you held feelings for me?”

You keep your eyes trained on your feet.

“S-Since that day that you..helped me with the bullies..”

Your voice is soft, and now he’s contemplative.

“That was two years ago. She’s had those feelings since then.”

He was certain you were planning something sinister, or maybe that was just his small mindedness. Had he been more open, maybe he would have seen that your feelings were sincere and avoided the unnecessary hurt he caused when you were forced to make the confession in front of your brother and his.

“I really am no better than those old fools.”

He realized that now.

He needed to make things right.

“I cannot consider your feelings now. “

Your shoulders dropped in defeat. It would be a lie to say you didn’t expect it.

“My contract at Konoha High ends in two months. When it is done, I will apply for another school as a teacher’s aid. At that time, I will give you another apology, a proper apology, and I will consider your feelings seriously.”

Your head lifted slowly, and you stared at him in shock.

“W-What…”

He took a step forward, and your heart jumped at the earnest expression he wore.

“I will work to gain your forgiveness. You have my word.”

Your eyes trembled, and just for a moment, you prayed that this was not some dream your mind created, because you’d never been happier.

All you can truly do is nod. 

[rainbowfey]

Day 29: Wearing Each Other's Clothes

@flufftober

It started with a loud noise protruding his rather chaotic dream. For a moment, Tobirama wondered since when crows were able to produce resounding thuds. It took a while for the reality to sink in and disperse the remnants of his dream. Only when he finally opened his eyes did the realization hit him that the noise was indeed not a part of his dream. Still very much groggy, Tobirama sat up and stretched his neck with a groan, wondering about why he felt so stiff. He looked around and blinked a couple times at the sight of his fireplace that most definitely had not been in his bedroom when he had woken up the past couple of days. Shaking his head in hopes to clear his mind, he gazed at the dimly lit room around him. Only when he made out the familiar silhouette of the sofa across from him did he realize where he was. But something about it still didn’t seem to make any sense. The sofa didn’t have the shape he was used to, instead it was quite the opposite. But before his foggy brain could make sense of the slowly moving shape on the sofa, another bang brought him back to reality.

“Damnit,” he growled to himself and got up. He quickly grabbed a sweater lying in a jumbled pile on the ground next to the sofa table and slipped in it. He shivered when the cold fabric grazed his face but he didn’t have any time to think about it as the banging got even louder. “I’m coming,” he yelled, his voice still a bit raucous from sleep.

Tobirama stumbled through the dimly lit room that he now recognized as his living room. Before he slipped through the door, he caught a last glance at the silhouette of his sofa that now seemed to be moving more. He shook his head incredulously and fled the living room, heading for the front door. While walking, he looked down and noticed with relief that he was fully dressed which was at least something.

He reached his front door just in time for another earth shattering bang and he scowled when the sound pierced his ear drums. With a frown, he yanked the door open and blinked at the pale face hovering in the darkness in front of him. From the looks of it, he had been jolted awake only a couple of hours after the midnight, the moon still high up in the sky. This did at least explain why he felt like as if he had been hit by a particularly big boulder. “What?” he snarled at the gadfly who had his hand still raised as if to bang on his door again.

Now that his eyes finally adjusted to the dim moonlight, he noticed that the man in front of him was way younger that he had thought at first sight. He felt slightly guilty when he saw the intimidated look on the shinobi’s face who was more of a boy than a man, now that he examined him more closely.

“What’s the matter?” he asked again, this time a bit more friendly which seemed to do the trick.

“I am sorry,” the boy stammered, averting his gaze. “Hokage-sama sent for you and he asked me to get you as quickly as possible.” Tobirama instantly perked up at these words, a hint of concern stirring in his gut. He stared at the young shinobi and said, “I’m ready to go. Tell me what’s going on while we’re on our way.”

The shinobi nodded, seeming very relieved. He turned around without any hesitation and headed for the building straight ahead, getting ready to jump to its roof. Tobirama quickly closed the door behind him without locking it. The fact that the boy chose the quicker way over the roofs and treetops of Konoha was a sign for how dire the situation had to be. He followed him, his heart pounding in his chest. If Hashirama sent a messenger to shake him awake in the middle of the night, something grave had happened.

The young shinobi led him quickly towards the center of Konoha. While they ran, he told Tobirama between gasps about a big fire that had broken out without any warning and was now threatening several important buildings. Hashirama had called for Tobirama while he was already working on the evacuation of all of the endangered buildings.

Before the shinobi was able to tell him more, they had already entered the area of the fire. Even before they could see the fire itself, Tobirama noticed the unsettling red glow illuminating the surrounding buildings and he quickened his pace, leaving the exhausted boy behind. From this point on, he didn’t need anyone to lead him towards the scene of event as the perilous shine and the pungent smell of smoke sufficed entirely.

When Tobirama finally reached the source of fire, he saw at least two dozen shinobi scurrying through the flickering light and shadows, either leading frightened residents to safety or casting water jutsus at the fire. Tobirama didn’t have to wait for anyone to give him instructions, he was well aware of why Hashirama had called for him. He headed straight for the biggest fire and took a deep breath, focusing on the dancing flames in front of him.

“Water release!” he growled and gathered all his chakra. Only a split second later, the fire started sizzling when the powerful water stream hit.

Again and again, Tobirama used his jutsu, the heat of the fire and the subsequent steam burning on his skin. He barely noticed how other shinobi joined him, following his lead. Together, they attacked one source of fire after another until the village was drowning in steam. Tobirama’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was panting, scanning the area vigilantly for another suspicious red glow. But all he could see was the faint morning light cast by the sun finally rising.

He flinched when a hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around, an angry rebuke already on his lips, when he noticed his brother’s exhausted face. Instantly, his tension faded and he examined Hashirama thoroughly. His concern grew when he noticed the soot and scratches all over his brother. He grabbed Hashirama’s wrist and pulled him closer to examine a particularly big tear in his shirt. “Are you hurt?” he asked urgingly.

Hashirama smiled at him and shook his head, carefully freeing his wrist. “I’m fine, don’t worry. Thanks for getting here so quickly.”

“Yeah, I didn’t expect you to arrive here this early,” someone behind Tobirama piped up and he turned around to see an also very disheveled looking Izuna who smiled at him wearily.

Tobirama nodded to him and noticed relieved that even though Hashirama and Izuna both looked like as they had had a very rough night, both seemed to be unharmed. Now that the fires had finally been put out, the chaos around them slowly calmed down. Another shinobi passed by them and handed all three of them water bottles which they gratefully accepted. Hashirama started chugging the water and Tobirama also took a few sips but Izuna paused. He looked at him curiously over the neck of his bottle and noticed that Izuna was staring at him – or rather at his chest.

Tobirama raised an eyebrow and looked down at his chest but he didn’t find anything weird about it. He eyed Izuna and gave him an asking look, wondering whether Izuna was just zoning out.

But Izuna didn’t seem absentminded at all. “Nice sweater you have there,” he said, leaving Tobirama puzzled at this rather cryptic statement.

Tobirama wasn’t exactly the most socially adept person but even to him this seemed to be a weird thing to say in this situation. From the corner of his eye, he saw Hashirama waving someone closer but he was too caught up in Izuna’s increasingly strange facial expression to give it any attention. He started getting slightly worried when he saw a knowing smile spreading on Izuna’s face.

“So, a good night got cut short, huh?” Izuna asked, grinning at him. “That’s a shame.”

Tobirama stared at him and for a moment, he asked himself if Izuna was maybe a bit befuddled by the smoke still lingering in the air. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he admitted, giving Izuna a slightly worried look.

Izuna nodded exaggeratedly. “Yeah, sure,” he said and winked at him, his voice clearly indicating that he didn’t believe him one bit.

Before Tobirama could come up with another question, Hashirama pulled someone closer to them and Tobirama winced when the sight of dark eyes instantly brought back the memory of the past night. Suddenly, the weird shape of the sofa in his living room made a lot of sense. His cheeks started burning when he noticed the amused glance in Madara’s face and he wished for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. He had been so startled at the banging at his door that he hadn’t even remembered that Madara hadn’t left the previous night – and he had just run off with the messenger without even telling Madara that he was leaving.

“Uh, hi,” he muttered, carefully avoiding Madara’s gaze. Instead, he stared at his chest which was covered in soot. Something about it bothered him but he didn’t get a chance to think about it as Izuna started speaking, his voice still sounding weirdly ironic.

“So, when did you plan on telling us about this?” he asked and Tobirama noticed that Madara seemed equally as confused as he was.

“What are you even talking about, Izuna?” Madara growled, giving his little brother an exasperated look who returned it with a wide grin.

“Well,” he said slowly, seemingly relishing in the situation. “If you want to keep it a secret, you should be quite a bit more discreet.”

Madara stared at him and Tobirama could almost see the thoughts rattling through his mind. Hashirama next to him eyed them curiously and Tobirama started feeling like he was in a fever dream.

Izuna stared at them and when neither of them made a move to reply, he sighed and pointed at Madara’s chest. “My beloved brother, if you want to play clueless, you probably shouldn’t show up in your lover’s clothes.”

And suddenly, the scales fell from Tobirama’s eyes and he gasped when he realized what had bothered him about Madara – the sweater he was wearing seemed all too familiar beneath all of the grime. He hastily looked down at himself and froze when he noticed that the sweater he himself was wearing looked exactly like the one Madara had taken off and carelessly thrown on the ground only a couple of hours ago. On the ground next to the sofa table, right where Tobirama had set down his own sweater only a couple of minutes prior.

And while they both started sputtering explanations in horror, Izuna crossed his arms and grinned like a Cheshire cat. And over all the chaos, Hashirama piped up, his eyes wide opened, sounding entirely bewildered, “Wait – are you two like … a thing?”

[luv-kakashi]

One of us is dead

chapter sixteen - council of sisters

chapter fifteen |

These past few days have been insufferable. Tormented by my thoughts, I've been pacing up and down my room, trying to piece together every rational thought in a futile attempt to solve my... ailment. It's like my mind has betrayed me, spinning in endless circles.

My level of anxiety: through the roof. My heart rate: someone get me some drugs, it's off the charts. My ability to generate a coherent thought: gone with the wind.

Which is exactly how I've ended up here, sat in the cramped booth of Yakiniku Q, with Anko by my side, and Kurenai and Rin seated opposite me, ready to consult this so-called "Council of Sisters" (as Anko so nicely put it).

"So," Kurenai began, leaning forward with her usual composed behaviour, "What's been troubling you?"

I hesitated, staring at the sizzling meat on the grill, feeling the heat from the barbeque and the weight of their eyes on me. "I think you guys did something to me," I admitted quietly, fiddling with the edge of my chopsticks.

Anko snorted, clearly amused. "Did something to you? Like what, brainwashed you into watching sexy espionage?"

Kurenai gave her a look. "Anko, let her finish."

I sighed, trying to gather my thoughts. "Ever since that sleepover, I haven't been able to think straight. My mind just... keeps going back to him."

"Ohhh," Rin chimed in, the soft sound of understanding in her voice. "Him."

I groaned, sinking lower into the booth. "I don't know what it was, but ever since then, everything he does... it's like I can't breathe properly. It's like something clicked in my brain and now it won't shut off."

I felt my cheeks warm as I avoided eye contact, focusing on the barbeque. "It's just... I can't stop thinking about him. And it's driving me insane. One minute, everything's normal, and the next, he's in my head and I'm questioning everything. And I think he knows. He's always so calm and he knows just the right things to say and just says it with no problem whatsoever!"

Anko raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying he's using his Sharingan on you? That sneaky bastard!"

"Do you think Shisui's Sharingan can read my mind?!" I asked in shock as my face dropped.

All three of them watched as panic drowned my face and laughed at my exasperation.

"No, you silly!" Rin comforted as she filled my glass with some lemonade, "Also no one said Shisui's name."

"But you did!" I pointed at Anko accusingly, feeling the heat on my cheeks intensify. "You totally said his name!"

Anko smirked, crossing her arms. "Oh, so Shisui is the one you can't stop thinking about, huh?"

I buried my face in my hands, letting out a groan of frustration. "Ugh, you guys are impossible!"

Kurenai laughed softly, reaching over to pat my arm. "It's okay, Y/N. We're just teasing you. But it's sweet, you know? The way you light up when you talk about him."

"I don't light up!" I protested, peeking through my fingers. "I mean, it's just... Shisui is... he's just..."

"Yup, totally just a teammate," Rin said with a playful roll of her eyes. "You just keep telling yourself that."

I groaned, shaking my head. "It's like he just knows. Every time I feel myself getting flustered, he looks at me like he's waiting for me to say something. And then he smiles—that stupid smile—and I just... I lose it. My thoughts go boom boom and I just can't think."

Anko leaned back with a prideful, shit-eating grin. "So, the sleepover triggered something in you, huh? Must've been the pillow talk, my work here is done."

Rin chuckled softly. "Maybe he might be feeling the same way about you."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "That's the problem. What if I'm reading too much into it? What if he's just being... nice?"

Anko snorted, flipping a piece of meat on the grill. "Nice? Girl, no guy looks at you like that and is just being nice. Trust me, he's into you."

"But what if he just sees me as someone he's responsible for? He probably does all that because he sometimes leads our missions and, well, because he's my superior."

Anko raised an eyebrow and gave me a look that clearly said she wasn't buying it. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "That man is way too attentive for it to just be about 'responsibility.'"

Kurenai nodded in agreement, a calm smile on her face. "Y/N, I understand why you'd think that. Shisui is a natural leader, but there's a difference between being a good teammate and... well, you know, giving you butterflies, carrying you all the way here from the Land of Frost, going out of his way to hear your opinions on how a mission should be done and stuff."

I bit my lip, feeling a wave of uncertainty wash over me. "But what if it's all in my head? I don't want to make a fool of myself and ruin everything. What if he really just sees me as someone to protect?"

Anko laughed, flipping another piece of meat. "Girl, the only fool you're gonna make of yourself is by not realizing how head over heels he is for you. Superior, my ass. That Uchiha is as subtle as a fireball jutsu in a rainstorm. You've seen his body flicker jutsu right? Almost every shinobi in the 5 great nations knows about it."

"Seen it and felt it first hand," I confessed as I stuffed my mouth with a piece of barbequed meat, hoping that swallowing the meat would somehow get rid of these thoughts.

"What do you mean you felt it first hand?" Rin asked, her quizzical eyes focusing on me.

"We had to retrieve a stolen scroll during our last mission, and to make sure that we wouldn't have it stolen again, I sealed it inside of me using a specific fūinjutsu from my clan. Only catch was that I had to body flicker with him," I muttered as the blush that already painted my cheeks deepened at the memory.

The feel of his body so close to mine, his hot breath on my neck as he forced me to meet his gaze... the memory is etched so clearly in my mind sending electrifying signals down my body.

Rin softly chuckled before breaking out into a giggle. "So you two got all up in each other's personal space? Say, did he wrap an arm around you? Around your waist? Did he hold you tight and whi-"

Rin's delusional monologue was soon interrupted by loud and harsh wails from my side as we watched Anko burst into tears.

"Oh goodness Anko are you okay? Did you burn yourself?" Kurenai asked as she frantically examined Anko.

"You're telling me that stupid, pervy wervy Uchiha managed to fondle you before I could," Anko cried, snot and tears leaking from every pore on her face, "I'm so heartbroken."

"Anko!" Kurenai and Rin shouted simultaneously as they threw tissues at Anko's face.

Rin offered me a gentle smile. "Sounds like he wasn't being just nice to you. I think he might be into you. Imagine if Kakashi did that to me," Rin giggled, blushing at the thought of Kakashi holding her close to him.

Kurenai leaned in, her red eyes soft with understanding. "Maybe he's waiting for you to make the first move. Shisui is confident, but he's also cautious and calculating, especially with something like this."

Anko continued to cry as tears streamed down her face. "Oh, come on. What's the worst that could happen? You confess, he confesses, and boom—you're the power couple of Konoha. Easy. And I am left all abandoned, walking the streets of Konoha like a spinster all because you left me for a man with a dick... tell me is that all I need to win you over?"

"Anko! You are a whole different problem," Rin chuckled as we watched Kurenai walk over to our side of the booth, with a pair of chopsticks in hand.

Anko's eyes widened in surprise as Kurenai silenced her with a few pieces of beef. She chewed dramatically, waving her hands around in mock protest, but the rest of us burst into laughter.

Rin shook her head, still chuckling as she leaned back against the booth. "Sometimes, I wonder how we've survived all these years with you, Anko."

Kurenai sat back down, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "Well, at least now there's some peace. But seriously, Y/N, what Anko said—minus the dramatics—isn't completely wrong. You'll never know unless you take a step forward."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of their words. "It's just... complicated, you know? What if I ruin everything by telling him?"

Rin tilted her head, her soft gaze locking with mine. "But what if you don't? What if, by holding back, you miss out on something beautiful?"

Anko finally swallowed the piece of beef and, with her mouth finally free, leaned forward. "Exactly! And even if he doesn't feel the same, my door and legs are always open for you!"

"Right, that's it. Next meeting for the council of sisters will be a vote to kick Anko out the group!" Kurenai stated dead-panned as she ignored Anko's protests.

"You guys could never replace me! I'm one of a kind," she argued as she turned her cheek to stare out the window.

"I mean a filing cabinet would be less vulgar and perhaps even more useful than you," I retorted having had enough with my thoughts and my stupid feelings about stupid Uchiha and the stupid butterflies he gives me.

"I agree, we'd even get a peace of mind," Rin chuckled.

"Just you wait until one day, one of you gets your heart broken by some man who crawled his way onto earth and realise that there's no one there to comfort you but a stupid filing cabinet who can't even give you sad breakup sex!" Anko argued as she sunk into her seat, pouting as she watched the three of us laugh at her dramatic flair.

The weight of my feelings hung in the air as the laughter, and suddenly, the laughter from earlier felt distant and hollow. I couldn't bare to meet any of their gazes, so I stared at the table, twisting my fingers as the realisation dawned upon me.

I'm an imposter. They don't know the real me. Shisui doesn't know the real me. He has fallen for lie.

"Anyways! Enough about me and my warring love problems." I said, bringing myself out of my thoughts. Anko, Kurenai, and Rin exchanged glances, their expressions growing serious as the mood around me shifted. I could feel it—something unspoken hung in the air between them, and it set off alarm bells in my head.

"What is it?" I asked, my voice tinged with unease. "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Kurenai was the first to speak, her tone gentle but firm. "We've known you long enough to see when something's really bothering you, Y/N. And it's not just about Shisui, is it?"

Anko leaned in, her usual playful demeanor absent. "Yeah, you've been off lately. I mean, you're always moody, but this is different. What's going on? Spill."

I hesitated, the walls I had so carefully built threatening to crumble under their concerned gazes. How could I tell them? How could I let them in on the truth—the secret that could destroy everything?

Rin, who had been quiet until now, placed a comforting hand on mine. "Y/N, we're here for you. No matter what it is."

My heart twisted, torn between the need to protect them from the truth and the overwhelming urge to confide in someone, anyone, about the weight I carried. But how could I explain the real reason behind my sleepless nights and anxious thoughts? How could I tell them that I was a spy in their midst, here to betray Kushina sensei and everything Konoha stood for?

I swallowed hard, forcing a chuckle in a weak attempt to lighten the mood again. "It's really nothing, you guys. Just... overthinking stuff. You know me."

I slipped a piece of barbequed meat in my mouth, chewing on it agonisingly slowly as I washed it down with my drink hoping that the conversation would move on from me.

"Anko, this is your redeeming moment. Tell me everything about Rin and Kurenai's love lives." I retorted as I glanced over at Anko. I longingly gazed at her and crossing my arms in the process, giving her a good view my best 'ass'n'tits', just how she taught me.

Anko burst into laughter, nearly choking on her drink as she caught sight of my exaggerated pose. "Oh, Kami, Y/N, you're really going for it, huh?" She wiped away a tear, her signature grin spreading across her face.

"Well, you taught me how to use my assets," I quipped back, batting my lashes as I struck another ridiculous pose. "Now spill the tea, Anko. Rin and Kurenai have been dodging my questions for weeks!"

Rin and Kurenai both rolled their eyes, but I could see the faint blush rising in their cheeks.

Anko leaned in dramatically, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, you have no idea, Y/N. These two? A mess. But it's juicy." She shot a mischievous look at Rin and Kurenai, who were both staring daggers at her.

"Anko, don't you dare—" Kurenai started, but Anko cut her off with a wave of her hand.

"Too late, Kurenai! Y/N has spoken, and I must deliver the goods!" Anko smirked. She pointed her chopsticks at Rin. "This girl over here has been crushing on Kakashi for years! She thinks that by giving him a first-aid box is equal to confessing her love for him. News flash! It isn't! You must spell it out in the air!"

"And Kurenai," Anko continued, ignoring Kurenai's glare, "has a certain someone who keeps showing up during her training sessions, trying to impress her with his fancy Ninjutsu moves. I swear, it's like watching a peacock strut. But you know what, at least her man is spelling it out in the air for her. Asuma makes it so obvious that he's into you," Anko said as she finally took a breath from her monologing.

Kurenai continued to stare daggers at Anko as the blush deepened across her cheeks.

"See, it's not so fun when its your love life that gets thrown onto the table," I scoffed as I teasingly mocked Kurenai.

"Ha ha," Kurenai mocked back. She quickly downed her drink before refilling her cup and downing the second. "I too have something that has been bothering for some time now... Asuma asked me out on a date."

Anko nearly spat out her drink in shock, her eyes widening as she looked between Kurenai and the rest of us. "Asuma Sarutobi, the son of the Third Hokage, finally asked you out on a date?!" she exclaimed dramatically.

Kurenai gave a sheepish nod, her face turning a deep shade of red. "Yes, that Asuma," she muttered, clearly flustered by the attention.

Rin leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And what did you say?" she asked, practically on the edge of her seat.

Kurenai sighed, rubbing her temples. "I... haven't given him an answer yet. I wasn't expecting him to ask me out. We've been friends for so long, and now I don't know how to feel about it."

Anko smirked, leaning back in her seat. "Well, well, well. Looks like someone's about to level up from friendship to romance. This is big news, Kurenai. You can't just leave us hanging like that!"

I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hands. "So, are you going to say yes?"

Kurenai's eyes flicked from me to Rin, her internal conflict clear on her face. "That's the thing. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have. But at the same time... maybe it could be something more. It's just—what if it changes everything?"

Anko snorted. "Oh, please. It's Asuma! He's already head over heels for you. You'd be crazy not to give it a shot. Life's too short to be tiptoeing around this stuff."

Rin nodded thoughtfully. "Anko's right. You should do what feels right for you. But... if there's a small part of you that wants more with him, it's worth exploring. You'll never know unless you try."

Kurenai smiled softly, her resolve seemingly strengthening. "I guess you're right. I'll give it some more thought... but I think I'll say yes."

We all cheered, raising our drinks to Kurenai. "To Kurenai and Asuma!" Anko declared, her voice booming in the restaurant as we clinked glasses.

Late at night, when the village of Konoha was still and quiet, I found myself wide awake, torn between the warring thoughts that refused to leave me in peace. Every breath felt like a betrayal, every step a reminder that I didn't belong here.

I was an imposter.

Kushina sensei, the woman who took me in, who treated me like family, trusted me with her life and the lives of our teammates. And yet, I carried a dark secret that I could never share—the masked man's orders, the mission that had brought me here in the first place. I was in Konoha for one purpose: to betray her. To betray them all.

The weight of that knowledge sat heavy in my chest, suffocating me at times.

How could I continue to pretend that I was one of them, knowing what I had to do? Knowing that at any moment, everything I'd built here could be destroyed in an instant?

But then there was Shisui.

The thought of him brought both a smile to my lips and a sharp pang of guilt to my heart. He was everything I wasn't—loyal, honorable, brave. And Kami, he made me feel things I didn't think I was capable of feeling. The way his eyes lit up when he smiled, the way he always seemed to know what to say to ease my mind, the warmth of his presence that calmed the chaos inside me, even if just for a moment.

These feelings for Shisui—the warmth, the affection... when the truth was that I wasn't supposed to feel anything at all. I wasn't supposed to care. I wasn't supposed to let myself get this close.

And yet, I had.

Against all my instincts, I had let my guard down, and now I was falling for him.

But how could I ever be with him, knowing what I was hiding? Knowing that at any moment, I might have to turn my back on everything, on him, to fulfill the masked man's twisted desires? I couldn't tell him the truth—it would destroy everything. It would destroy Kushina sensei and Akira too.

Deep down, I know that I have walked into a trap of my own making.

Shisui has fallen for a lie and the longer I stay here, the harder it is to keep up the charade.

The thought of hurting Shisui, of him looking at me with those dark eyes full of betrayal, made my heart twist in ways I didn't think possible. I wanted to believe I could have both—a life with Shisui, a life here with Sumire—but deep down, I knew it was a lie.

I wasn't meant for happiness. I was a pawn in a game much bigger than me, and no matter how much I wanted to fight it, how much I wanted to stay... I couldn't.

.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- This chapter is undoubtedly one of my favourite chapters so far! I love the dynamic between Y/N, Rin, Anko and Kurenai. Sorry for the slow update, I'm on exam leave right now and I can't believe a whole semester is over just like that😭.

But all sweet things are never bound to last. It is a mere fleeting distraction from the despair and the morose world around us as Y/N slowly comes to term with her true role of being in Konoha in the first place.

What will she do? How can she save Kushina without sacrificing Sumire?

And as the age old adage reminds us that Blood runs thicker than water, surely the answer is plain and simple.

But what happens when her heart beats for him?

Loving you always, Suri🎀

[masasiblingnaruto]

dec 20 : fluff

[ayyyez]

Could I ask for Itachi, Madara and Tobirama with a reader that wants a big family? Like REALLY big. Like 5 or 7 little ones😂 Asking our boys 'wanna make a baby?' all the time haha🤣 Love you!

A/N: omg this made me laugh lmao just bc I imagined my own response being 'absolutely not.' 😂(to someone asking me that question not the request) hahah but dw it's not necessarily theirs. I can do this for you 😂 ily <3

TAGS: family headcanons, reader wants baby, big family, fluff, Itachi's has more suggestive content, Madara being a little shit, Tobirama being soft

CHARACTERS: Itachi Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju

ITACHI UCHIHA

Depends on which Itachi we are talking about. If it's canon Itachi who is dying and you ask him for a baby or family then he's like absolutely not. He can't leave you on your own with a child and he also doesn't have the time left to give you a big family.

So lets just pretend that doesn't happen. Itachi doesn't get ill and he doesn't die.

You two have been together for years at this point (I feel Itachi needs a few years in this to be able to jump into such a commitment. He can see himself being with you forever at this point)

The two of you of you are sitting outside on the veranda, drinking tea, legs hanging off the side. The warm, summer breeze is blowing through creating a sense of ease. This is when you first think to broach the topic. To ease him into the idea.

'Hey Itachi, I've a question.' You ask, turning to see him bring his cup to his lips.

'Mm?' He asks, absentmindedly taking a long sip of tea, eyes still looking toward the scenery in front of him.

'Do you want to have kids, with me?'

Itachi chokes on his tea, spluttering a little as he brings his cup down. The recovery his quick and smooth as he turns to you quickly, eyes wide. 'What?' He asks, more questioning if he'd heard you correctly than what you had said.

'Kids.' You repeat. 'Is it something you'd consider ever doing—ehrm well having rather—with me that is.' You smile, scratching your cheek at the attempt to smoothen out your sentence.

'Oh.' He says blinking, animately. 'Oh.' He repeats like he's not quite sure what to make of the question.

'I've put you on the spot.' You shake your head.

'No.' He assures then shakes his head into a nod. 'Well, yes but no.' Itachi cringes at himself. 'I mean, it's something I—oh gosh.' He runs his hand over his face. 'Sorry.'

You observe him noticing his face his rather flushed? And you realise you've never quite seen him so flustered before. You had flustered him! Flustered Itachi Uchiha!

'It's alright. It's not something I need an answer to right away, just something I wanted us to consider.'

'I want to consider it!' He says quickly, a little too quickly. He bites his lip, groaning to himself and takes a deep breath. 'I really do.'

The next time it's brought up is during a heated make out.

Itachi's hands are on your waist pulling you toward him. Your hands are in his hair, tugging him further into the kiss.

Your body is on fire as is your want. Your need for him to be closer to you. His lips move from yours to your cheek. Peppering kisses down your jaw and down your neck.

You moan, pushing you body flush against his. You swear it pulls a growl from him. Especially since your fingers are buried so deeply into the roots of his hair, tugging.

'Mmm Itachi.' You say, high on the moment. 'I want more.'

'Yeah?' He says, lips moving across your chest. 'Tell me what you want.'

'I want you to touch me and ah—'

He bites down on the sensitive skin of your chest just above your nipple. He sucks down then pulls off. 'What else?' He asks.

'I want you inside me.'

'Mmm.' He hums, continuing to bury himself down the flesh of your abdomen. Kissing and sucking to his hearts content.

'And I want you to cum inside and make a baby with me.'

Itachi freezes against your stomach.

Your eyes snap open.

Opps~

You totally let your want run away with you on that on.

'Yeah? You want a baby?'

'Mhmm.' You say, daring to meet his gaze. 'I do if you do.'

When you see his dark brown eyes looking back at you, pupils fully blown with want that you know he's no longer afraid. He wants this too.

'I do.' He says pushing a kiss to your skin.

'Yeah?' You say, trying to crush the emotions welling up inside you.

'How many kids you want me to give you?' He asks, slowly kissing down, down, down.

'Ah— I want a big family.' You say, biting back the moans. 'Maybe 5. Maybe 7.'

Itachi presses his face against your core. 'You're trying to kill me.' He groans. 'We better get to work.'

MADARA UCHIHA

Okay this little shit (affectionate) is probably the easiest to convince in theory but he's also a pain in the butt about it lol

Madara is the biggest simp when it comes to you so he's willing to do what you want and honestly if the two of you are having kids by conceiving together then he's like yay that means we get to do it aye aye (wiggles those eyebrows) punch him honestly.

The thing is when you first tell him he's also of two minds about it. He wants to hurry up and have lots of sex and babies with you because Madara also wants a big family. Big fams are what the Uchiha do.

HOWEVER he's also a bit selfish? Wants to wait a bit and keep you all to himself for a few years more. Wants to have your undivided attention and not have to share you with his children yet. He knows it has to happen one day and is happy to let it happen. He's just... not sure he wants it to yet!

There's still so much couple one on one things he wants to do! So he makes a deal that while the two of you are trying (if you don't want to wait) the two of you have to do a bunch of couple things together.

It's honestly win win because you get to do a lot of relaxing things like trips to the hotsprings. Date nights. Just lots of time with him spoiling you and him being absolutely obsessed with you.

Now the whole conversation itself when you did ask him to have a baby with you was a whole thing lol. It's probably pillowtalk because that's where all your deep and important convos with Madara happen.

The two of you are lying in the bed, sheets draped haphazardly over the two of you. Your bodies are facing each other, limbs are wrapped around and lost beneath the sheet.

Your hand finds his face gently stroking his flushed cheek. His finds refuge in the small of your back, pulling you even closer.

'Hey.' You say.

'Oh hello.' He says all smug. 'I didn't see you there.'

You playfully (gently) smack his cheek.

'You were pretty sure of my presence a few minutes ago.'

'Ah, yes, yes, now it's coming back to me.' He grins. 'Perhaps we ought to go again just to be sure the memory doesn't fade.'

You pinch his cheek.

'Ow, ow stop hurting the love of your life in such a manner.'

'I can think of worse things I could pinch, believe me.'

'Okay okay I concede!' He nuzzles his forehead against yours. 'I'm listening.'

'Good, I wanted to run something by you.'

'Oh? So serious. This I have to hear.' His tone maybe playful but he gives you his full attention. He always does.

'What would you say to having a baby?'

He takes a deep breath. 'Wow.' He exhales. 'I guess it depends who with because that can really be a dealbreaker.' He starts laughing.

You smack him but can't help let slip a smile.

'Ugh, why are you making this so difficult! I meant you having a baby with me! Us! Together!' You huff, pouting a little.

'I know, I know I'm just keeping such a serious conversation more joyful.' He says, wrapping his arms around you. 'I had to take advantage of your phrasing. I'm sorry.'

You huff again. 'Look if you don't want to just—' You move to roll around in his arms but he stops you.

'Oh no, no, no. Nobody runs away from Madara Uchiha. Not even you!' He grabs you and turns you back to him.

You try to keep a scowl plastered on your face but it's hard when his smile is so damn genuine.

'Of course I want to have children with you! I think about having tens of children with you! It's all I can do but stop cumming inside without protection.'

This makes you snort. 'This is not a romantic or charming conversation at all.'

'Oh, please I exude charm, baby.' He kisses your nose. 'Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. I want it too.'

'I want to have your children. Lots of children.'

Madara hums. 'The more the better, right?' He kisses your lips. 'How about we just enjoy ourselves a bit longer first. Just us?'

You roll your eyes. 'Fine.'

TOBIRAMA SENJU

This man is the hardest one to convince of the bunch. I personally don't see him really having kids and if he does it's on the lower number rather than having the bigger family.

It's got to do with the time period he's in, just coming out of the warring era and seeing so many children die and the self sacrifice he makes to dedicate himself to the village. Even though they technically have some peace in their era it does not last long.

He's not around a lot at home in the first place and feels guilty if he has to leave it to you or others to raise his children so it's going to be a big decision to have kids.

That being said if it's something you really want he's not going to say no because deep in his heart, having kids is something he would like to have. Having someone he created with you that is (for a time) untouched by war and without that burden? A dream.

It takes some years of convincing to do it though. It's not a one time conversation. It's several conversations over the years. Negotiations and understandings. He needs to make sure you understand he can't always be there. Even if he wants to be.

Tobirama will also want to be able to train them to protect themselves whether they become shinobi or not. He won't be able to sleep at night not knowing they have some sort of protection.

The thing that helps ease Tobirama into it as well is Mito and Hashirama. Their kids and seeing how they fair help sway his opinion. You helping out Mito and seeing how you are with children helps enourmously too.

Him seeing you with children always did something to his heart, tugging at those heartstrings. You just always softened? around children. You were a natural caretaker.

Tobirama couldn't bear being the one to keep you from that.

Conversations during the evenings after dinner. You take the plates over to the sink then join him over at the kotatsu.

'Have you given any thought to our conversation?' You ask, taking a seat behind him with your arms on his shoulders.

'Which convseration are you referring to?' He asks.

You begin working his shoulders, massging them gently at first, working out the tension he's worked up in the day.

He grunts but pushes back into your touch.

'You know,' you whisper against his ear, 'that conversation.' You run your lips over the shell of his ear then down his neck.

He shivers a little and you see his eyes close.

'Oh, that conversation.' He says, softly.

He hasn't dismissed it right out. That's progress.

You keep working his shoulders and alternate between kissing his neck and cheek.

Tobirama relaxes and becomes undone beneath you. He melts entirely at your touch until he merely falls back against you.

Your hands come around him, resting on top of his arms. Fingertips gently tracing his cool exposed skin.

There's a comfortable silence, one you can hear him gathering his thoughts.

'I want to give you what you want.' He says, breaking the silence.

'But?'

'But, I just need a little more time.'

A small smile finds your lips. 'Okay.' You press a kiss to his temple. 'I only want this if you do too.'

Tobirama grunts. As if to say he could ever be made to do something he doesn't want to ever.

The conversation is broached a few times after that but it isn't long until it's agreed upon. And the two of you begin trying to a baby.

[stardustcoma]

Hey there, do you have a master list?

I haven't made a masterlist until now hehe, I will update it progressively

˚⊹♡ Masterlist ₊˚⊹♡

Crimson Red. madara x fem reader.

White lipgloss. madara x fem reader.

Sake Girl. tobirama x fem reader.

[risuola]

VIII — HOPES AND DREAMS // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

You had given him the world, he held it in his hands and shed tears of joy for the first time sinc ehe was a child.

contents: fluff — 0,8k words

a/n: i can't tell you how incredibly sorry i am for updating this series so rarely. i genuinely like this series, i love tobirama and i am grateful for each and every one of you who reads this ❥ this chapter is much shorter than the rest, but the one that follows (that's in the writing!) will most likely be longer! that being said, we're heading towards the conclusion of this series, i think.

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

Tobirama didn’t remember when was the day he cried for the last time. Was it at his brother’s burial? No, he didn’t cry back then, he was the strong one for Hashirama. After losing so many family members and seeing so many deaths and spilling so much blood, he thought he’s no longer capable of crying, but ever since he’s met you, you proved him wrong on many things he thought he’s not able to do anymore.

You loved him like no one else, you melted his long-frozen heart and caused it to beat again and it was beating solely for you since the day you first kissed him. He remembered the day as if it was yesterday, when for the first time your lips brushed against his own. It was an accident, he thought, you aimed for his cheek but he turned his head and then the world stopped for a moment. Or so he thought, it sure felt like it. Your lips were soft, warm, plush against his own and he flushed like never before. Like a teenager, but you smiled and kissed him for the second time — on purpose. Because you wanted to. And he wanted that as well. You were a blessing, a true gift and he thought nothing better will happen to him. He thought that the luck reserves have already run out because he’s got all he could’ve ever wished for. You proved him wrong again.

The tears rolled down his face in silence, he was careful not to wake you up — he was careful not to wake up the world you have given him. A baby, his baby, a bundle of joy that rested on his chest, wrapped tightly in a soft blanket, sleeping peacefully in his arms. Unaware of anything or anyone and yet, instinctively leaning into his heartbeat. Tobirama couldn’t believe it was real. Was it even real? It was, it had to be, he could feel it.

The baby was small, too tiny to hold in his large palms and he was scared to hurt it. But the boy was calm, a gentle smile lingering on his pouty mouth and his miniature hand wrapped around the tip of Tobirama’s finger. He was beautiful, with your charm and Senju could’ve sworn he saw a glimpse of your eye color when his son opened his eyes just barely for a second or two. The tiny tuft of pristine white hair stuck out of his little head, already unruly and Tobirama couldn’t help but sob quietly.

You gave him a child. You gave him a son, a life made of you and him. You gave him hope, another reason to love more, to love harder. You gave him another creature to care and protect and he was ready to take on the challenge because just as much he loved you, he already loved the little human in his arms. The puffy cheeks and long eyelashes. The few kilograms of nothing but joy and affection.

“I’ve never seen you cry,” your voice was hushed when it cut through the quiet in the room. Tobirama leaned into you and you reached towards his face, your gentle thumb wiping the tears from his cheeks as you cradled him in your grasp.

“I don’t remember when I cried for the last time,” he confessed, half-whispering his words, careful to not wake the treasure he had on his heart. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

Your life was a dream. It truly was and you owed it all to Tobirama. Your husband. The man you love to the very core of your existence, the beautiful soul that opened itself before you and allowed you in. You basked in the caring interiors, in all the gentle touches and desperate kisses. He’s got your blood pump frantically in your veins and your body melt against his warmth; he’s got you smile like you never did before and love like you thought you’ll never do. And now, he’s made you a mother.

“You look beautiful,” he said and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Your heart fluttered in your chest and you knew you probably look tired. You felt tired, exhausted even, but the pain was long gone. The moment you went into labor, one of the best medics from the village joined your side to tend to your health and you couldn’t be more grateful for it.

“Aren’t you the sweetest husband,” you teased and he smiled through the tears that stained his handsome features. “Are those tears of joy?”

“Certainly,” he turned his head slightly to kiss the heel of your hand. “You made the dreams come true, the ones I thought I couldn’t afford to have and I promise you, I vow, that I’ll protect you and our son with all of my might.”

“I know you will, my beloved lord.”

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[luchicm04]

Shadow Clone

Masterlist

Summary: Everytime I look at him, I feel obligated to admire him. Every part of him. His harmonious face, the red marks, his hair... He is odd and frightening, but very beautiful.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Fem!OC

Word count: +1k

Overall warnings: mature language, fluff, smut, oral sex🔞

All characters belong to Naruto, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it. Hope you like it <3

posted on ao3

“Y/n,” Tobirama calls me and approaches the place where I am.  

Just hearing his voice gives me goosebumps. Tobirama scares me but makes me curious at the same time. His reserved and serious manner is interesting.  

I look at him. “Hmm?”  

Everytime I look at him, I feel obligated to admire him. Every part of him. His harmonious face, the red marks, his hair... He is odd and frightening, but very beautiful.  

“I created a jutsu and I want to show it to you.”  

Whenever he creates a new jutsu, he shows me, including Edo Tensei. It was a little strange.  

“Show me then,” I smiled.  

Tobirama disappeared in smoke and immediately afterwards, comes out from behind a tree.  

“But...”  

“This is the jutsu. It’s a clone, Kage Bunshin.”  

“Cool,” I squeal excitedly.  

“Did you really like it?”  

“Yes, it was awesome.”  

Tobirama makes another clone. They both sit next to me and look at me. Normally, I freak out with one Tobirama. With two, it feels like my heart is going to explode.  

“T-tobirama...” I alternate my gaze between the two.  

“Need something...?” The one on the right approaches me.  

“Yes...”  

“Tell me, what do you need?”  

“You,” I grab the back of his head and pull him in for a kiss.  

I feel the clone’s hands behind me, holding my waist. The original’s hands are on my tights.  

“Tobirama...” I gasp.  

I sit on his lap and wrap my arms around his shoulders.  

“Ah Y/n... I waited so long to have you.”  

“Like this...?”  

“I always tried to impress you with my jutsu, but every time you were more moved with Hashirama or Madara,” he rolls his eyes.  

I laugh at him.  

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. Your jutsus impress me, I just don’t show it much.”  

“Why?”  

“I don’t know, you’re always so serious. I tried to be like that too, at least with you.”  

“Why only with me?”  

“You scare me,” I confess.  

Tobirama moves away from me and looks at me curiously, yet at the same time discouraged.  

“I apologize.”  

“It’s okay, it isn’t your fault. You impress me too,” I run my hand over his face.  

Tobirama’s clone disappears, and he looks at me inquisitively, requesting an explanation from me.  

“Your reserved way of acting, I mean... you and Hashirama are so different despite being brothers,” I run my thumb across his lip.  

Tobirama holds my wirst and takes my hand away from his mouth. His other hand runs along the side of my neck, stopping with his fingers on my nape. He pulls me in for a kiss, a hot kiss this time. His hands now take hold of my waist, pulling me closer onto his lap, leaving out intimacies glued together.  

“Ah...” I gasp, feeling his mouth on my neck.  

“I’ll finally have you,” he bites my neck lightly.  

We are in the middle of the forest. Anything we do here, no one will see, so I think it’s a great place to have sex, right? I know you don’t agree.  

“Tobi...” I moan.  

“Let’s go to my house,” he whispers.  

“Alright.”  

──

Tobirama opens the door and takes off the heavy part of his clothes. I start to unbutton my dress but stop when I see him coming towards me.  

“Let me take this away,” he speaks quietly and gently removes my dress.  

I push him on the sofa and sit on his lap. He removes my bra and looks at my breasts, sighing.  

“I can finally suck them.” He grabs one of my breasts and starts sucking my nipple.  

“Awn... Tobirama...” I groan.  

I run my fingers through his hair, pulling it lightly, feeling his teeth graze my nipple. Tobirama puts me lying on the couch, getting on top of me. He kisses down to the hem of my panties and takes them off, placing a long kiss on my crotch.  

“Ah...” I moan.  

I place one of my legs over the back of the sofa, leaving myself open to Tobirama. I feel his warm breath in my core.  

“You’re already so wet,” he whispers.  

“You leave me like this...”  

“Good to know,” he laughs. Bastard.  

I feel Tobirama’s tongue slide inside me, entering me.  

“Awn...” I moan, biting my lip.  

Tobirama hols the upper part of my tights tightly, steadying them. His tongue explores me. He gives light hickeys to my clitoris, making me roll my eyes and moan. I grind in his face and tilt my head back.  

“Damn, what a delicious pussy,” he states slurred.  

“I need you...” I say slyly.  

Tobirama stands up and takes off his own clothes. He gets on top of me and kisses me, brushing his tip over my clitoris and my entrance.  

“Tell me, what do you want?” He mutters.  

“I want you, fucking me...” I whisper back.  

I feel his cock enter me slowly but deeply, making me moan.  

“Awn... Tobi...” I groan and run my nails down his back.  

The thrusts start slow but rough, and I moan because of the pleasure, scratching his back.  

“Fuck... so tight,” he moans in my ear.  

I slowly bring my fingers to my clitoris, stimulating myself and feeling my legs tremble.  

“A-ahwn...” I close my eyes tightly and groan.  

I pull Tobirama by the back of the head and kiss him. He begins to thrust into me faster, squeezing my waist while his other hand rests on the sofa.  

“I’m going to cum,” I say quietly.  

“Then cum for me,” he bites lightly on my neck.  

My legs tremble, my body contracts and I come moaning loudly.  

“Suck me. I want to cum in your mouth,” he orders, getting off me.  

Tobirama sits on the sofa, and I kneel on the floor in front of him. I run my tongue over his tip and give light sucks on the spot. He holds my hair with his hand, gently pushing my head against his groin, making his cock go deep into my mouth.  

“Ah...” He moans hoarsely.  

I mack a back-and-forth movement, accompanied by my hand below my mouth. His hand stays in my hair, just following the moves while he moans in a husky tone.  

“Oh fuck...”  

I suck his member hard, feeling my mouth being filled with his cum. I swallow it all and Tobirama gets up, taking me in his lap.  

“Let’s take a bath,” he speaks in a sweet way.  

I smile and give him a peck.  

[jumexju]

REQ !! : Hello! I've recently stumbled upon your Madara fic here and I loved it. So I would like to request a Tobirama x Reader headcanons/one shot (whatever you feel is better) where Reader is blind and uses their sensory abilities to "see" Tobirama and how they focus on how Tobirama's chakra feels to calm themselves down when overwhelmed. Some cute fluff for an established relationaship, lots of love for ya

~Mythy

BELTWAY (req)

Pairing !! : Senju Tobirama / Blind Reader

Fic Type !! : Headcannons / Fluff / Comfort

CW !! : Small desc of a panic attack near the end, apart from that, none !

Summary !! : Tobirama comforts you when you're overwhelmed.

Note !! :

✦ MASTERLIST

It was because you were blind that your other senses seemed to pick up the slack and gradually improved because of the absence of your sight. Due to this, you were essentially a master at sensing different people’s chakra to differentiate who was who. 

Since you’d spent years with Tobirama, his chakra was the easiest to sense, it was second nature at this point. His chakra was calming to you because whenever he was around, you felt safe around him. You didn’t have to be on guard when he was with you. 

“You’re home.” You walked up to Tobirama with a smile, greeting him with a hug after he had come in through the door. “How did you know it was me?” He smiled a little to himself as he returned your hug. “I sensed your chakra nearby.” Even though you couldn’t see it, the expression on his face was tender, the only reason you knew was because of the way his thumb softly rubbed small circles on your back. 

Of course, there were also moments where you felt overwhelmed. . 

Whenever you went outside to do errands with Tobirama, you’d have people greeting the both of you left and right out of respect and admiration since Tobirama was the Second Hokage and he didn’t mind being open with his relationship with you. This didn’t bother you at first because you thought it was nice of the village people to want to interact with the both of you. 

But it did become an inconvenience whenever they tried to talk to you and Tobirama while you two were in the middle of doing something important. Be it while you were training with him or trying to determine what you should pick up from the market so he could help you make something for dinner, it bothered you when people could clearly see that the two of you were busy and were still trying to talk to you. 

It wasn’t because the people themselves were annoying, but because they were filling your senses. 

You had someone talking your ear off while the seller was trying to answer the questions that you had asked about the items you’d picked up for dinner. You didn’t want to be mean but the stimulation made you feel overwhelmed. 

Your grip on the plastic grocery bag in your hand was tightening as you tried to comprehend what the seller was trying to tell you. Unfortunately, the person next to you didn’t seem to care and kept trying to tell you how they admired you and how they thought Tobirama and yourself were a cute couple. But you could care less in this moment, all you knew was that you felt suffocated. 

But just before you opened your mouth to say something to the inconsiderate person next to you, you sensed Tobirama’s Chakra coming closer. In relief, you let out a small sigh and smiled to yourself when Tobirama was eventually at your side again, telling the villager that they were in a hurry and really would’ve liked to talk more but couldn’t. Of course, you knew this was a white lie but you didn’t want to correct him. You just wanted to breathe.  

“Are you alright?” He asked you, clearly concerned about you since he could tell that you were in an uneasy state. 

“..Yeah. M’okay,” you breathed out steadily, regulating your breathing. Tobirama’s being there with you eased you because you never really had to explain anything to him.

He just knew when you needed him.

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Tobirama Senju (Naruto) - Oneshot: Extra 2 AU.

After that cute little session that day at his house, you make a habit of inviting him when exams come around.

Of course school is not the only thing on your mind.

“We’re..”

Tobirama swallowed.

“We’re supposed to be studying…”

He reasons.

After all, that's what you invited him over for. However, When it became clear that was not your intention, he found himself trying to avoid eye contact as you smiled at him from your place on the bed.

“You really need to get better at catching hints, Senju-san.”

He turned to retaliate, you leaned in capturing his lips in a kiss and, he forgot completely what the statement was about. This had become a normal thing. You took every opportunity to pounce on him, and truthfully, he couldn’t really complain. It was strange, he never really realized how much he craved this kind of physical contact until you were constantly showering him with affection.

Maybe it wasn’t so much the contact, but the person. Whenever Hashirama tried to hug him it always resulted in said older brother getting punched in the face, or other body parts. Even with other people, it was always a bit..weird. It’s possible that for him, it was just the trust, that comfort he felt with someone that determined whether or not he was comfortable.

He could say for a fact that anytime you attacked him like this, he liked it.

Not that he could ever say that to your face.

You pulled back, and he licked his lips, watching the little smile on your face.

“Do you want me to stop Senju-san~”

He knew you were teasing, he could just brush it off, but he really wanted another kiss.

“No..I..I don’t want you to..”

He looked away and you squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you smothered his face with kisses.

Yes, his life had definitely changed.

It was great.

Your relationship was amazing.

That’s why you’d decided to surprise him at his school. He sometimes came to pick you up at Konoha, so you figured he would appreciate the gesture.

Humming, you walked down the street with an extra pep in your step.

“S-Senju-sensei!”

The call of a student catches your attention, and you slow down. You haven’t broken the corner yet, and you really should, but it feels like you’re about to interrupt something important.

“S-Senju-sensei, I-I really like you so please consider my feelings.”

You could hear the nervousness in the girl’s voice. You knew you had nothing to worry about. Tobirama is a man of character. Yet, the tug in your chest, it was hard to get rid of.

“I appreciate your bravery, but there is already someone who is important to me.”

That was exactly the type of response you expected from him.

“She’s from your old school isn’t she. A student just like me. I-If I had confessed first, would you have still chosen her!”

She sounded a bit frantic, and the accusation had your stomach in knots.

“I apologize.”

That was all he said as he walked away. You should have approached him, ran to his side and praised him for answering so honestly and considerately even though he had to reject her, but you couldn’t get your feet to move, to chase after him. Your head just lowered, and you hid until you were certain he was out of your view.

It was pathetic.

After that, it was hard to get her words out of your mind. You did your best to pretend that you were unaffected. Planting the best smile on your face. Maybe it would have worked if Tobirama didn’t know you so well.

“Is there something wrong (Y/N)-san.”

You’d only manage to get through the door before he noticed.

“Guess it’s no good after all.”

You should have known better.

“It’s nothing really.”

You didn’t want to talk about it, and thankfully, he didn’t push. The both of you had just gone to your room to get started on studying.

He wasn’t a fool, he knew there was something wrong. For one, you hadn’t so much as hugged him today. Usually you couldn’t go five minutes without some form of affection. Your eyes were completely focused on your book. He would have brushed it off if your eyes didn’t look so lonely.

Right then he decided that the situation needed to be addressed.

“(Y/N)-sa-”

“Would you have accepted it if someone else had confessed to you before I did?”

The question confused him.

“I don’t understand.”

You turned to him, and the way your eyes welled up with tears, it made his chest hurt to see you so pained.

“Did..did you only accept my confession because I was the first girl to say those words to you..”

You hate that you’re making him seem like a bad guy. He doesn’t truly owe you an explanation, he’s done nothing wrong, but you can’t help but wonder if it had been someone else that day, would he have just accepted it.

Those words, those feelings.

He realized now exactly what you were asking, and it dawned on him that you must have heard the conversation at the gate.

His gaze steadied. The only way to quell your fears right now was to be honest.

“From the very start, it was only ever going to be you.”

His words were a shock. Tobirama looked so sure as he spoke. From your expression, it’s clear that he needed to explain it.

Everything.

“When we were younger, we were close.”

You could see the regret written on his face.

“You were always at my side. You were maybe six. At the time I was only ten, and Madara and Hashirama were as loyal friends as they are now. Everyday you saw me, you would smile, even though I never returned them. I was unapproachable. I couldn’t get close to others as easily as my brother did. Everyone else was scared of me, and you were scared of everything, except for me.”

Your eyes are a bit wide at the recollection.

“For a while it was fine, but the bad blood between our families, it made the elders cold, cruel. My father was unwilling to accept Madara and Hashirama’s friendship and it resulted in constant arguments within my family. They would fight constantly, and I tried to intervene, to bring peace but nothing helped. “

His hand tightened in his lap.

“After a while, I resented your family, because it was the main cause of conflict within mine.”

Your eyes shook, heart twisting at the revelation.

“Hashirama never backed down, and eventually we all grew up. My father couldn’t control him, so it became a thing of the past, but I’d already put a great distance between you and a lot of members in your family. Regardless of how I felt, you were always around because of my brother, so I trained myself to ignore it. Ignore you. I thought nothing good would come of it. Then I saw you in the park and it made me angry. I told myself that it wasn’t my problem, but the second that boy tried to lay his hand on you, I wanted to make him eat his fist.”

Tobirama still isn’t looking at you, and you’re not sure what to say, how to feel.

“When you asked me to help you with your studying, there was a part of me that was relieved. I was certain that despite how cruel I’d been to you, maybe there was a part of you that didn’t completely detest me. For a while it was alright, but when you started sneaking around, I assumed the worst. In my head, it had to be something bad if you were unable to confront me with the problem. When I apprehended you, I supposed I just wanted there to be a reason for me to distance myself again because then maybe it wouldn’t kill me inside. But the entire time you’d just been…”

His hands were trembling.

When he looks up, his tears shock you.

“You’d just cared for me and I’d almost lost that too..”

He sounds a bit broken and you can’t help yourself, you hug him.

“If I somehow jeopardize this, please promise me that you will..you will still be here..”

He sounds so broken, and you nod.

“I will. I’ll always be here, no matter what. I promise.”

You realize now that past conflict and hate is what debilitated Tobirama. His father’s shortsighted views is the reason for some of his past mistakes. It’s a harsh reality. You can’t change what happened in the past, but you can ensure a better future. Because you want one with him.

“I love you, Tobirama.”

Your words make him stiff for a moment. Slowly but surely, his hold tightens against your body, and you smile to yourself. It will take a while for him to work up the courage to say those words. You understand that. Right now, just having him close, it’s all that you need.

The both of you will be okay.

You just know it.

~Extra~

“(Y/N)-san..”

Tobirama sounds a bit bashful and just continues to hug him as you both lay on the bed. He’s grateful that you’re back to your old self.

“Hai! Senju-san.”

You’re smiling widely and he sighs softly.

“You shouldn’t be so carefree.”

“What do you mean, I know I have nothing to worry about. It’s you after all Senju-san.”

Somehow the comment feels like a jab to his ego. You squeak when he raises, pinning both your arms to the bed. He’s now hovering over you, red eyes serious. Your cheeks flush at his expression.

“(Y/N)-san, you should be on your guard. I am a man after all.”

It doesn’t take a genius to decipher those words.

“K-KYA!! YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO MY BODY SENJU-SAN!!”

You’re now rolling back and forth, holding your cheeks as you blush and he sweat drops.

It’s clear that you have zero survival instincts, at least when it comes to him.