#tobirama x assistant

[skyahri]

Get Over it |Madara Uchiha X Reader| HC

Summary: You're the Hokage's assistant just trying to do your job.

Warning: Fem pronouns. Madara is an asshole.

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Hashirama was definitely behind you and Madara meeting.

Anytime he needed something delivered to the Uchiha compound, he sent you- his cute little assistant.

Despite the fact that Madara was at the Hokage's office almost daily, you still found yourself making a trip to the compound every evening.

Madara was always rude, asking you why you were bothering him despite already knowing. He'd have you leave whatever it is was you had brought on his desk and shoo you away.

Today, he was a little moodier than usual. Maybe he was having a bad day, maybe he was just fed up with you, who knows.

When you knocked on his office door and slid in, he immediately started yelling.

"Must you bother me every day, woman?"

"It's Hokage's orders, Madara-sama."

"Then ignore them. I'm tired of you interrupting me every day."

"I'm afraid I cannot-"

"You can and will. I am Madara Uchiha, head of the Uchiha clan and I order you to-"

"Well, Mr. Madara Uchiha, head of the Uchiha clan, I don't answer to you. I'm afraid you'll just have to take it up with Hashirama or get over it."

And with that you left his office, shutting the door a bit harder behind you than you usually would.

To say Madara was stunned would be an understatement.

Was he just belittled by a civilian woman?

He wouldn't stand for this.

So he immediately made his way to the Hokage building to confront his dear friend about his unruly assistant.

Hashirama just laughed at him, and that made Madara all the more sour.

"Keep your people in check, Hashirama."

"Why? Are you threatened by her? Can't handle being yelled at?"

He stormed out after Tobirama started snickering at him.

The next day, he anxiously waited for your arrival. He'd been stewing over your encounter from the previous day and it wss fueling the fire in his belly.

So when he heard your usual knocks, he stood up and made himself as big as possible, like a bear.

You walked in, unphased by his damming aura, handed him a single scroll, and turned to leave.

He moved in front of the door to stop you from leaving, not satisfied by how this encounter was going.

"You will speak to me with respect from now on. I do not tolerate such behavior."

"Yeah, I still don't answer to you. My job is to be amicable, not a kiss ass. So again, take it up with Hashirama, or get over it."

You put your hand on his arm and gently moved him out of the way of the door. He allowed this, for whatever reason, and just watched as you made your way out.

Now you'd definitely caught his interest.

It's not that he liked being talked down to, it that he loved being challenged.

For the next few weeks, he allowed you to do your job without issue. He'd just stare at you as you came in, delivered whatever stupid thing Hashirma had sent, and left.

That is until today, when you had shown up several hours later than usual. It was dark out, and you were visibly tired.

"You're late."

"My apologies, Madara-sama. It was busier than usual today."

You handed him the envelope and turned to leave, ready to finally be done with the day.

You noticed Madara get up and move alongside you, but didn't pay much mind. It was entirely possible he was just making his way home as well.

Until you'd arrived at the gates of the compound, he was still at your side.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm escorting you home."

"Um, okay? May I ask why?"

"Hashirama is a fool for allowing you to wonder the village at night unaccompanied. I feel I must make up for his stupidity and ensure you get home safely."

You just nodded. It was honestly a relief.

The office had been overwhelmed today because of rogue shinobi reports in the area. Having Madara with you basically guaranteed you'd have a safe trip, so you didn't argue with him any further.

The next few days went similarly.

A cluster of reports and actual captured rogues had kept you up to your neck with work until odd hours of the night.

After the first few instances of you showing up late, Madara had taken it upon himself to meet you at the Hokage's tower. You were thankful, with for the relief from walking all the way to the compound and also to have your own personal guard.

He kept doing this even after things had settled down, and before he knew it, he'd grown quite fond of your presence.

Your nightly walks had turned more casual and became more frequent outside of your working hours.

Over time he'd opened up to you and that's when the relationship really blossomed.

He was torn between his traditional values and his aversion to emotions, but eventually, he caved and asked to court you.

Obviously, you said yes, and so started the beginning of a lifelong relationship with the unlikely man.

[wing-ed-thing]

Foul Creature (Tobirama x Reader) Chapter IX

Synopsis: The territory between the Uchiha and the Senju dwindles by the day. And in an era where social lines have been blurred, and new clan heads have been chosen, you're stuck between a scorned lover and a man who relentlessly pursues your hand in marriage. You don't have much time before you're forced to confront the sins of your past.

Word Count: 6.8k

Tags/Warnings: Warning for dark themes ahead, including tags for blood and descriptions of gore. Fem!Uchiha!Reader. Please consult AO3 for more specific warnings.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI

Notes: Hopefully we can wrap all this up soon... god willing... but hey this piece finally has somewhat of a direction (?) now.

An Uchiha warrior with a fatal wound should give his life in a suicide attack, but not Izuna. No, the brother of Madara would not die a warrior’s death on the battlefield. Instead, the Uchiha retreated from their path to the northern shoulder, surrendering the territory to the Senju in a victory their rivals would call “The Conquering of King’s Neck.”

The Uchiha returned suddenly, earlier than they should have, and having lost great numbers. Madara did not use the village gates but shot right over the sharpened walls like a deranged comet falling from the sky. He carried Izuna’s body in his arms, holding his brother close to his chest. Both were covered in blood and heavy wounds. They had been the first to arrive, heralding in the news of their defeat without a single word of it uttered.

Madara shouted for medical assistance loud enough to startle the entire settlement, and in a blur of confusion, agony, and chaos, Izuna was brought to a doctor, and the two brothers were sealed inside a private room as quickly as the commotion had started.

The entire village stirred to life with urgency. People emerged from their cottages and herded their children out of the street as the rest of the battalion emerged from the forest and trudged toward the front gates.

The men who had stayed behind rushed the injured to the hospital and hurried around the newly returned soldiers to assist in treating their wounds. Women gathered water from the well, ready to help receive the weary soldiers. 

Most injured warriors were gathered in one large room and treated on cots side by side, but not Izuna. Even in the sunlight, gathered citizens could see Madara’s hulking form pace back and forth from inside their private room.

No one else was allowed in except for the best physician in the village, who was currently facing the brunt of Madara’s furious rage. You could hear the clattering of furniture and thrown items hitting the mat floor from down the road. 

You clutched your medicine pack, shouting and shoving through the crowd as you approached the triage.

“Make way for the apothecary!” 

You came running as soon as you received word. The medics who went to the scene before you had their own medical packs with prepared remedies within them, but if the medics were to perform treatments on such a large group of men, they would need all the medicines they could get. 

Madara had, after all, forbidden you from creating more heavy-duty remedies in anticipation of a victory for the Uchiha. He told you that fast-acting cures would be all that would be needed and did not discriminate when it came to potency. The high ground belonged to the Uchiha, and Madara himself formulated their strategy for the ambush. But Madara was left with little more than the taste of defeat and bloodied hands after the battle. 

You hurried across the dirt path, the dry pebbles and earth making hurried scratching noises below the soles of your sandals. You clutched your oversized medicinal bag. The material wasn’t strong enough to carry the number of remedies you had shoved haphazardly inside. Your eyes were set on the treatment center where the soldiers were being taken. The little time you had was crucial for saving as many lives as you could.

Time seemed to slow as you ran past the paper door leading to Izuna’s private room, and you failed to notice the large hand that shot out from inside until it had grasped the back of your robes and pulled you in. 

You were thrown onto the woven matt floor with barely enough time to break your fall, let alone catch your compilation of medicines. You skidded against the hard surface, ripping the cloth on your shoulder as the fabric folded under you with the motion. Your arms wrapped against your oversized pack, and the glass bottles rattled against one another as you held them close to your chest.

Madara stood over you: hulking, broad, impeding, and crazed, but still as he slowly slid the paper door shut. His palm splayed out in the middle of the door, leaving a streak of crimson across the delicate white material. The air dried the red color into a muddy rust.

An unmoving, pale hand appeared in your peripheral. You scrambled to your knees, grip still clutching your medicinal bag. You hardly recognized Izuna as he lay in front of you.

All color had drained from his cheeks, but you could hardly pay attention to the grayness of his skin in the face of the massive open wound across his stomach. Izuna bled all colors of red, his gash like a gruesome flower clawing out of his torso and streaking across the room. His chest heaved up and down at an inhumanly slow pace, pumping a wheezing sound out of his throat with every strangled breath. Everything smelled of blood, and what used to be an entirely white room was marred with ghastly streaks of gore. 

The doctor worked frantically over him, but even looking at Izuna for a second told you all that you needed to know. His wound was already decorated with herbal remedies, the leaves and ground flower buds a stark, soft contrast to the wet, oozing gash that churned just below. The colors illuminated with an effervescent glow under the light of the doctor’s healing jutsu. 

Izuna’s head fell to the side toward you, your name dripping from his lips in a voice hardly above a whisper. You scrambled to his side, shedding your bag, and scooping his hand up in yours without a thought. 

“Izuna—!” 

Your heart sank into the pits of your stomach, and your face felt numb. Tears flooded your waterline as your pulse started to drum in your ears. One of your hands, now sporting a few streaks of blood that you didn’t notice, came over your mouth in mortified shock.

But even so, Izuna gazed at you fondly. His eyes were lidded, pain written across his face, but he did his best to grasp onto you weakly. You stared widely down at his giant wound, almost hypnotized by the terrible sight of it, before returning to Izuna’s face. Your hand dropped back down to your lap and joined the other in morphing over his palm. 

Your lips parted, but no sound left them. They wavered in the bitter-smelling air as an ugly sound stalled in your throat. You didn’t have it in you to tell him that it all would be okay. He wouldn’t have believed you anyway.

“I do not know what to say…” Your voice came out in a breathless hiss, your lips crinkling upwards as your brows creased together into two wavy lines. 

“I apologize…” Izuna was barely audible, and his words held an incoherent rasp. “The words I spoke to you last were most regretful… and most dishonorable…”

“Izuna, do not speak like this!” Your scolding was less than a whisper.

You looked at the doctor, whose eyes were already on you. Wordlessly, he confirmed your fearful thoughts.

Izuna wasn’t going to—

“How does he appear?” Madara implored. “I demand you tell me. Tell me that you deem him treatable with your remedies!”

Izuna gave your hand a light squeeze. When you looked down at him, two tears fell right onto his blood-stained clothing.

His other hand slowly rose, shaking as he brought it to his face. It stopped, trembling over his neck as Izuna raised his pointer finger. He brought it over his lips. 

The sound of your name boomed across the paper room.

“Why do you fall silent? You are able to revive him, are you not?” Madara thundered frantically. “You told me! You told me of your chakra remedies!” Madara’s hand shot out from behind you but missed your shoulder as his fingers grasped about wildly. You could feel the force of his motion in the air as the slight breeze of his movement rattled the hair behind your ear.

He made another grab for you, and you turned to grasp him by the shoulders as if you were taking a bull by its horns, dropping Izuna’s hand in the process. The metal of Madara’s armor was dirty and solid, pinching your fingers as you tried to keep him at bay as he lunged. He ranted something incoherent, nearly knocking you back into Izuna. Your core tensed, trying to keep yourself from falling back onto Izuna’s open torso as you tried to fight Madara away. 

“Madara, this is madness!” you shouted directly into his face. Your arms were beginning to shake under the weight of him, the locking of your joints being the only thing keeping Madara from pinning you down in his deranged rampage. But the fear and confusion in your gaze immediately widened as you met his gray irises. “Madara! Your eyes!”

“Clan Head, that is enough!” The doctor had since stood, stepping over Izuna’s body to ram into Madara with his shoulder. Your limbs were granted relief as the two of them stumbled back, nearly punching a hole in the paper wall. 

The doctor was not as large of a man as Madara, but he held his own against Madara’s unrestrained rage. His shoulder dug into the right side of Madara’s chest, and the doctor used all his weight to keep him from charging. But he was ultimately not enough to keep Madara restrained. 

Madara shoved him back with a violent push to the doctor’s chest.

“Who are you to cease treatment on my brother?! Who are you to attack your Clan Head— I’ll have you banished for your indiscretion—!”

“Madara, that is enough!” You shot to your feet, placing yourself between the two men. One of your palms splayed across Madara’s chest plate. He continued to scream over your head, gesturing pointedly somewhere behind you. Tears streamed down his face as his skin scrunched up in rage. — “Madara!”

— “You dare to impede me? My younger brother lies dying before my very eyes, and I cannot even see his face! And you dare stand against me when Izuna’s chakra weakens! You are traitors! You are traitors to the Uchiha; I will have you banished and then hunt you down myself— why do you refuse to help my brother? —”

— “Madara, please, I implore you to listen—”

Madara’s hand whipped across your face with enough force to make your ears ring. You fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the power of Madara’s strike making you almost spin as you went down. Your hand shot to your nose, which had begun to bleed. Your blood mixed with Izuna’s.

“Madara, that is enough…” Izuna began to sit up somewhere behind you. He groaned in pain, almost collapsing as he propped himself on one elbow. The doctor was already beside him, urging him to lie back down. But the sound of Izuna’s voice appeared to be enough to sate Madara’s mounting rage. He visibly melted, perking up as he tried to pinpoint where Izuna’s voice came from with a rapid gesture of his head. 

You were lost, hypnotized by the red that dripped from your nose and onto your hand. The droplets were thick and hot, only diluted by the tears of disbelief that seemed to fall in sheets from your eyes. You struggled to gather yourself as Madara knelt by Izuna’s side. 

“We will find a way,” Madara insisted with certainty. He nodded several times, taking up the straps of your medicine pack in his hand. He rooted around in it, searching for powder. “There is an ointment crafted for deep wounds—!”

“It is too late, Madara.” Izuna collapsed back onto his cot. A sharp hiss of pain tore from his throat. Izuna grabbed at his brother’s sleeve, willing him to come closer with his little remaining strength. The hold he had on Madara’s clothes was a death grip. “You must listen to me.”

Madara bowed like a child in prayer, lending his ear to Izuna’s lips. He crouched on his knees, hair cascading over his brother’s pale face as he blindly clung onto any part of Izuna he could reach. Izuna’s voice, perhaps meant only for Madara, faded in and out.

“For the good and future of the clan, you must not fall victim to Hashirama Senju’s trickery… promise me, I…” You could barely hear him. You hovered just behind Madara, sitting with your knees tucked under you and the fabric that made up the skirt of your robes balled in your fists. You tucked your chin to your chest. Hot tears continued to dribble down your face.

Your head spun, unable to listen to Izuna’s words even if you tried. You became lost in yourself, only resurfacing to reality when the sound of your name rang across the room. It was the doctor.

One moment, Izuna was speaking to Madara, and then the next—

“We will be performing an ocular transplant,” the doctor said. “Are you able to assist?” His grave gaze bore into you.

Your mouth gaped. You shook your head in disbelief. You turned toward Madara, who couldn't see you.

“You are taking his eyes?” you asked accusingly. Your tone held a harsh snap. “Are you so obsessed with battle that you dare take the sharingan of your own brother—?”

“Enough.” Izuna’s voice somehow found its way out of his throat. Just barely. His tired eyes met yours. “I forfeit them willingly… for the sake of the clan.” Izuna’s lids fluttered closed, even as you continued to stare. A new wave of tears welled in your vision. You were growing sick of weeping.

“For the sake of the clan…” you repeated, a part of you hoping that if you spoke the words, they would make better sense to you. You didn’t have to yield advanced jutsu to understand the implications of Madara obtaining Izuna’s eyes. With the Senju closing in, you knew there were few other choices.

Madara, the leader of the Uchiha, had exhausted his mangekyo sharingan. Izuna, the second strongest fighter in the clan, was fading quickly as he lay before you. And while the Uchiha had more than formidable soldiers, too many had been defeated in the ambush, and the rest had been injured during their retreat. It was truly up to Madara to protect you now.

Izuna spoke your name again. It would be the final time he would do so.

“I implore you… please, do not deprive me of my final wish,” he said weakly, the frailty of his words a stark contrast to the unfair burden he bestowed upon you. You glanced back toward the doctor. “I need you by my side.”

“I— I just make the medicine, although I— I…” You closed your eyes to shed more tears, but none fell. You tried to blink again, only to find your waterline dry. “I can administer some remedies.”

“The extra set of hands is more than plenty,” the doctor affirmed. “But we must make haste.”

Izuna’s hand found yours. His touch was cold. He gave your hand a weak squeeze.

*** 

It wasn’t enough to hang onto every moment you could. You tried to take him in during every second of the procedure, focusing so hard on being with Izuna for the dwindling amount of time you had left. You could feel the minutes slipping through your fingers. Your eyes searched every inch of him, trying to hang onto the patches of snowy white skin between the dirt and red stains. Izuna was here now, and you pulled a single moment into a thousand.

And when it was done, and Izuna was dead, you sat back on your calves. Madara lay to your left, his face bandaged with wrappings adorned with healing herbs. And Izuna rested to your right.

He had passed just moments before, long before the doctor had left the room. A thin sheet rested over his head, extending down to his blood-stained boots. But even as he lay such a short distance away, all presence of him had been vanquished from the room. The form under the cloth was an object, a thing taking a shape that certainly wasn’t Izuna. 

Your skin was taut from all your weeping. The tears still came in bursts, but the muscles in your face felt fatigued by it all. Any noise from the outside sounded muffled. Even Madara’s heavy breathing didn’t make it to your ears. 

You could see the light from the sun behind the paper walls. You stared blankly at the random swipes and spatters of red that dotted the room, staining the light eggshell color of all the fixtures. 

You lay down between them, letting your body go limp for the first time that morning. Some medics had since taken your bag of extra medication to use outside. The commotion in the village seemed to have dwindled some. You let your eyes fall closed. Exhaustion had grown so great in your head that your lack of energy made you wired. Your thoughts ran across your brain on their own, and you could do little to stop them.

You could sense that Madara was about to speak even before he parted his lips. He breathed in, taking a familiar pause before his voice dared to break through the silence in the room. 

“Your resentment radiates off of you like fire.”

In one of his final acts of life, Izuna had sated Madara’s rage, leaving his brother in this world quiet and pensive. Madara had been eerily silent. 

You let your eyes open lazily. They traced the outline of Izuna’s face beneath the cotton sheet.

“Now is hardly the time, Madara,” you muttered. 

“But it is true.”

You didn’t answer. You shepherded the silence back into the air, hoping that your ignorance of him would be enough. You couldn’t handle his talk in the face of your bubbling and agitated emotions. 

“It is true—"

“Silence, Madara,” you snapped, your words lashing across the silent atmosphere you tried to curate. You held your arms close to your chest, nuzzling your cheek into the side of one of your hands. You curled farther in on yourself, only isolating Madara more. “Izuna just...”

“He is passed,” Madara rumbled solemnly with all the clarity of the world. You cast your gaze to the light just outside the paper doors. It looked warm. “And you believe it should have been me in his place.”

“I said no such thing.” Your face was tired and puffy.

“You would be right.”

“Cease with your grandstanding—” You sat up, propping yourself on your palm as you faced Izuna’s body. You could barely keep yourself from collapsing from the mental exhaustion alone. — “It is inappropriate at a time like this.” You could feel the sting of tears shocking the nerves behind your nose, yet your eyes remained dry. “Why must you make these things so difficult?”

“I am making the death of my own brother difficult?” He sat up somewhere behind you.

“Do not twist my words. Timing has never been your strong suit, Madara.” You also rose to sit up straight, now sitting cross-legged near Izuna’s knees.  

“You believe that I am not in grief?” He held a thundering bite to his words, although even the slightest increase in volume sounded like a storm within the context of the hauntingly quiet room. “Do you believe that I do not feel deep despair over one who I have loved so dearly?” 

“You were not the only one who cherished Izuna!” You snapped around, knees hitting the opposite side of the mat floor. “Of all the times where you must be a fool, Madara! Why must it be now? Why must it have been this past visit to my apothecary? Why must it have been on the battlefield where you could have saved him a hundred times over, and yet you condemn yourself to play the fool!”

You weren’t used to seeing Madara’s face bandaged. He looked like a ghost, sitting upright where he was with his legs outstretched before him. Even blinded, you could almost feel his gaze boring into yours.

When he spoke, his voice was low.

“I am well aware,” he growled, trailing a tense silence in his wake. Madara sat up farther, and it wasn’t until the faint shadow of his large form eclipsed half of your face that you realized how quickly he bridged the gap between the two of you. “I am not blind enough to reflect on my hubris, nor am I blind enough to recognize my own twisted nature in my jealousy.”

You found yourself once again face to face with bandaged eyes, hypnotized by the infinity of cloth strips layered over each other. You took in every fold, watching where blood slowly seeped through the fibers. And perhaps if it had been a more tender moment and if you had loved Madara more, you might have tenderly taken hold of his jaw. But instead, you sat, slowly sobering up to the reality of what just occurred a few moments prior as your face was contorted by a demon of despair. 

Your resolve imploded.

“A mere reflection is hardly recompense,” you hissed, your voice coming out as barely a whisper. “How must it feel to have sacrificed your only living blood and continue to prove yourself so fruitless in your rivalry with Hashirama Senju? You have no excuse for your arrogance!” You steadily grew in volume, suddenly finding yourself standing. “So lost in your fruitless rivalry with him, you have indeed been left blind, with your flesh newly broken and easily swayed heart—no, you do not view clearly enough the hubris in your ways! You are a soft man, Madara!”

The tears came back all at once. You shed them like a waterfall as the wind caught in your throat. You gasped for air, hiccupping and choking all at once as the words tumbled from your lips. 

“Izuna—" You could hardly get his name out between gasps. “He—! Izuna, he thought—!” 

And perhaps if Madara had loved you more, he would have done something other than take the brunt of your broken rambling in silence. To him, that was gesture enough. To you, it was an indulgence in self-pity.

He let you leave, and no one stopped to question you as you quickly pushed through the crowd of people back to the apothecary. Although things seemed to have settled compared to the roaring chaos that captivated the late morning, people still milled around, collecting food and fluttering around the loved ones who were fortunate enough to make it home. 

You needed more time to analyze things. You honed in on the apothecary doors, barreling through them without regard for the medics coming in and out. 

You said little aside from your curt and adamant wish not to be disturbed before retreating into your loft at the far end of the apothecary. You curled in on yourself for what would feel like days, wrapping your cotton sheets around you as you buried yourself further from the world. 

The tears seemed to flow without you completely now, soaking the fabric of your pillow to create a wet circle just below your ear. Your thoughts ran on without you, and your heart ached from what felt like a hole sliced clean through it. The grief rested over you like a blanket, coating you from head to foot in numbing density. You would stay like that for what felt like days, unaware of what was happening outside. 

And the world would turn upside down, disrupting the mundanity you were trying so desperately to cultivate. 

When you weren’t lying in bed, you spent your hours lazily picking at things in your garden. In the rare moments of mustered energy, you would bathe and tend to your hair— more out of a necessity for maintenance than anything else. 

You didn’t even know that Madara had left until he returned. And when he returned to the village, he did not seek you out. Instead, a member of Madara’s council visited you at the apothecary. 

A young man with a severe face around Izuna’s age, he stood with his back erect on the porch behind the apothecary. You sat in your herb garden, absentmindedly fiddling with a particularly large flower blossom as a small collection of random herbs sat in a basket at your hip. He had called out to you in that militant voice that soldiers tended to use. You had hummed in response.

“There is a truce,” he said. “The Uchiha and the Senju have agreed to unite.” 

***

There were so many questions that the village hall overflowed with people. Members of the Uchiha even stood outside, hoping to catch an explanation. 

Madara and what was left of his council sat before the crowd, still adorned in their light wrappings from the Conquering of King’s Neck and the second face-off Madara had apparently had with Hashirama Senju. The room chirped, filling with murmurs and speculation. But when Madara began to speak, all fell silent. 

“The time has come…”

You watched from just barely inside one of the wide doorframes. Madara stared straight ahead, his voice confident, stern, and sure. 

He held himself like a clan head.

“The time has come for wartime to end,” he announced, surveying the gathered crowd. “It is time to put a stop to a violence started long ago, one that has forced our children to pay the price for a conflict started by the fathers of our father’s fathers. For I challenge you to find me a soul in this room that has not been exhausted from war and the act of burial.”

The room remained eerily quiet. You stood on your toes, trying to catch a better view over a man’s shoulder.

“Let me do away with your primary concern; The Uchiha stand on the same ground as the Senju, as equals, and in collaboration with one another. Our combined power has the potential to create a village where all people shall live without fear of violence, and small hands may never know the handle of a kunai nor the weight of the metal. This is a thing that Hashirama and I agree upon, and as the leader of the Senju clan, he has agreed to honor our terms.” 

The room erupted in a low clamor, everyone wanting nothing more than for Madara’s words to be true. They held their questions high, finally breaking their collective silence at the mere mention of Hashirama Senju. 

The sound of his name struck your heart no differently, and before you could even think, you were a distance away from the meeting hall. Your spot by the door had filled in swiftly. You had one place to retreat, one sanctuary, and you hid yourself in the loft.

***

“I need you by my side.”

You thought it was cruel for Madara to use Izuna’s last words in such a way, but you doubted that Madara even remembered his brother’s last words to you. 

The meeting had adjourned late into the night. The people had many questions, at least, that’s what Madara would tell you later. You hadn’t needed him to tell you to believe it.

It startled you when lantern light from the street flooded through the open door of the apothecary. You sat up in your bed, already halfway between wakefulness and mental exhaustion that kept you from falling into a meaningful slumber. Madara always swung the door open wider than he needed, and aside from that, you could place his hulking form anywhere.

He waited wordlessly as you descended from your tower. You did so lazily.

“Are you ill?” you asked at the bottom of your set of steps that wasn’t quite a ladder or a proper set of stairs. “A physician would have an easier time tending to you than I. At the meeting, I do believe I saw—”

Madara pulled you close in an instant. Your sleep-addled mind had little time to process the action as you stumbled over your feet. Your face hit Madara’s chest. He had a strong scent to him, which, while not unpleasant, was as overpowering as the man. 

A sliver of light trickled in from where the door sat ajar. It cast a faint highlight around Madara’s figure. Your tired eyes traced the shadows that the faint glow created on the fabric of his sleeve. 

It felt out of place being in his arms like this. You weren’t used to him not wearing armor. You could feel it in the tension of your muscles and the awkwardness of not knowing how to touch him in return. You let him hold you, and yet, for how none of it felt right, there was an odd, fragile comfort that had never belonged to Madara before. 

Madara, who imposed himself in every space he ever stood and could never be found wearing not even a piece of armor, felt soft. 

“I need you by my side,” he had told you. You felt his cheek against your hair. “I need confidence that I am making the right decision.”

“Madara,” you spoke softly, pulling back to meet his gaze in the dimness. “How do you expect me to give guidance on these things? I am not—”

You stopped yourself right there, feeling foolish in less than an instant. Nothing but the chirp of insects outside disrupted the silence of the apothecary. It felt as if so much of your time with Madara was filled with silence. But Madara’s eyes held no judgment. 

“Izuna watches over us from the heavens, and I have thought little more than the day he passed and the terrible way I behaved toward you,” he said with a slow nod. His voice held the rich timber that it typically had. Madara brought a hand gingerly to the side of your face. His skin was rough and scarred. He spoke lowly, surprising you with more softness. “I would feel confident with you by my side. You need not labor yourself, nor would you have to speak a word… For you just to be would be enough.”

“What do you speak of, Madara?” 

Madara cast his gaze off to the side, his jaw tensing slightly. 

“Perhaps Izuna would think it weak of me to bring a woman to such prestigious negotiations…” He pulled back, taking his warmth with him. Madara turned with one hand on his hip and the other clasped over his face. 

“Of what do you speak?” You nearly choked on air. 

— “But what if said woman was close family? 

When Madara whipped back around, he did so in the middle of a thought he did not bother to share with you. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tried to gather your thoughts, and to your dismay, Madara didn’t speak a word in your silence. You stared at him for answers, prompting him to elaborate.

“Izuna should be by my side,” he finally said, perhaps a bit louder than he needed to have been. When he continued, he did so with a lowered tone. “Our parents passed when we were young. Izuna was my one and only brother, and he is now gone… And so, I implore you…”

Madara took in a sharp breath, not daring to speak the rest.

“Is that what we are now?” you asked. “You consider me family?”

A familiar silence once again took hold of the space between you.

“Is a wife not considered family?”

It was only due to a moment of shock that you let the question sit in the air.

You turned on your heel, your hands coming to your face as you shook your head with fatigue.

“Madara, must I remind you how terrible you are with time? —” 

Your name shot from his lips, as did a hand to your shoulder. 

— “Perhaps you should see a physician—”

“You are the closest thing I have!” Madara’s desperate cry halted all words on your tongue. He grabbed you hard enough to leave bruises, forcefully spinning you around as he moved forward, caging you against a nearby counter. His face was so close to yours, and when you looked deep into his eyes, you saw Izuna. 

“You and I have known each other for as long as I can remember,” he said with faintness. “Has it not always been you and I? Have you not always thought it was destiny how we have always been brought together like this?”

You couldn’t say why tears began prickling at your eyes. It felt as if anything could make you cry nowadays. Madara brought a hand back up to your face, skimming the wetness from your cheek. 

“Please—” It was the first time you heard Madara use such a word. — “I can assure you that things will improve, that I shall improve. Be with me by my side. I do not ask you to marry me tomorrow, but perhaps if you may see— perhaps you may come to see things as I see them.”

“You have always been one to set your expectations far too high.”

“Can you deny that we are as close as family? We have only each other.” Madara’s hand traveled down your arm to grasp your fingers in his. “I do not ask for your commitment. I ask only for the openness of your mind.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you breathed out a deep breath. Unconsciously, you leaned into him. Nothing made you feel right now.

“With your track record of anger and empty promises? What have we ever agreed upon?” Your words came out weakly as you met Madara’s gaze in the dimness again.

You wanted so desperately to stop staring into his eyes.

But… Izuna…

“You would have protested such things not too long ago. It all seems quite ridiculous, does it not?” You found yourself laughing, and Madara cracked a smile for the first time in a long while. 

It was thin-lipped and, indeed, did resemble a crack. The wrinkles that ripped across his face made him look young, a lot younger than he had been looking as of late. A small chuckle shook his chest and hardly made a sound in his throat. You let out a light laugh. What you said hasn’t been funny, nor was it meant to be. 

A handful of memories from when you were a teenager sat at the back of your mind, and perhaps if you tried not to think about them, they wouldn’t hold any importance. 

***

That had been a foolish thought in and of itself, and in the days following, you wondered why you had let Madara persuade you. You decided that he had beaten you down with sentiment and nostalgia, knowing that considering any other reason would only disturb what little peace of mind you had. 

It would have been wiser to give it all some thought. It would have been wiser to have turned Madara away in the first place rather than humoring his charged words, and yet, a part of you wanted to move forward. Even on your way to the neutral meeting ground, you wanted to be a part of the new dawn, spurred on by a nagging curiosity and a morbid sense of fate. 

Foolish. Foolish, with little sense to it at all!

You caught a glimpse of white, and you purposefully averted your eyes. Madara stood next to you, sporting his best robes as members of the Senju unfurled two banners to be hung. The amount of Uchiha who came in support of the agreement surprised you. Most of your settlement gathered somewhat behind you, still unsure what to make of the crowd of unarmed Senju directly ahead.

The two groups remained segregated for the most part, standing around awkwardly even as the banners featuring the Uchiha and Senju crests were hung side by side. You glanced to your left toward Madara, feeling the stuffiness and tension yourself. But Madara remained stoic and upright, hardly regarding you even as Hashirama approached.

“Today is a day for celebration! Why must everyone be so serious?”

And from the tales you had been told of Hashirama, he had not been what you expected him to be. He instantly spotted the two of you as he emerged from the crowd. His round, kind eyes seemed to glitter, along with the perfectly white teeth he bared with his smile. 

“Madara! My friend!” Hashirama, an already tall man, held his arms up. He only needed to take a few long strides before he was upon Madara, wrapping him up in a hug great enough to cause Madara to take a half step back. (You almost took a step back with him.) Just as quickly as Hashirama embraced him, he pulled back, planting his hands firmly on Madara’s shoulders. And Madara let him. “It is good to see you!”

Hashirama turned to you and positioned himself directly before you, eyes remaining as wide as his smile. 

“Madara, how could you not send notice that you would be bringing a goddess to smile upon the union of our clans?” He fell quickly into a deep bow as you gaped. You instinctually turned to look at Madara, a girlish grin of your own contorting your lips. Madara rolled his eyes with a knowing sigh. Hashirama returned to his full height. “You may call me Hashirama. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” you hummed, offering your name in return. “I hope you do not consider primary names informal as we have just met.”

Hashirama let out a boisterous laugh.

“Are you not all Uchiha as we are all Senju?” Hashirama chuckled, eyes drifting to the crowd of Senju for a moment before he did a double take. “Ah!” He turned back to you and Madara, gesturing to his right. “Speaking of Senju, might I present my brother, Tobirama.”

“Everything is prepared, brother, the people are waiting on you—” 

Tobirama’s gaze latched onto yours like a magnet, causing him to stop short just to Hashirama’s right as his mouth snapped shut instantly. Your jaw dropped, and you quickly clasped your lip closed to not bring attention to your light gasp. You prayed that neither Hashirama nor Madara, who stood between the two of you, noticed your out-of-place surprise. Hashirama seemed to breeze past the micro-interaction entirely as he spoke your name.

“This is my brother, Tobirama. Tobirama, this is…” You didn’t take your eyes off Tobirama’s red irises for a second, lost in the pounding that threatened to burst open your chest. You couldn’t stop yourself from moving. Your foot slid back, positioning you just behind Madara’s shoulder. Your hand tightly grasped the back of his sleeve.

Your movement didn’t escape Hashirama. When you looked back at him, you found his gaze anchored directly to the grip you held on Madara’s arm. You watched as his face seemed to droop, his broad smile wavering for a moment as an expression of what you could only describe as genuine sorrow swept over Hashirama’s face. It was a contortion so sincere that you almost felt bad for how your body reacted. But Hashirama recovered quickly as he faced Madara once again with a friendly smile. 

“... your wife, Madara?” 

You hadn’t realized that Hashirama was still talking. 

You and Madara gazed at each other simultaneously, expecting the other to answer, but instead, you found yourselves engaged in a silent, second-long debate.

“This is, uh,” Madara started, now as thrown off as you were. His forehead twitched as he glanced back toward you instinctually. 

“I am an…” You made the mistake of accidentally making eye contact with Tobirama once again. He stood stoically by Hashirama’s side, quietly awaiting an answer. Your panicked gaze once again darted between Hashirama and Madara, who didn’t appear to be in a rush to come to your aid. — “advisor.” You nodded with pseudo-certainty. “I am an advisor on the Uchiha council.”

Hashirama wasn’t allowed time to comment. 

“Pardon us.” Two members of the Senju tentatively approached your group. Hashirama pivoted a foot to acknowledge them.

“Yes, what is it?”

“All has been prepared for us to begin. We wait only on the two of you.” 

Hashirama turned to spare a half-glance over his shoulder.

“Ah, that is what you were here to notify me of, was it not? Telling me to quit my chatter, eh, Tobirama? Why did you not speak sooner?” Hashirama laughed. “Let us make haste and not leave the people waiting longer than they have already. I am certain that everyone would rather be at the banquet than listen to my dry speech!”

With Hashirama having decided to begin, you retreated to the Uchiha side of the crowd and Tobirama to the Senju.

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Notes: Hahaha would you believe that I forgot that healing jutsu existed for, perhaps, this entire fic?? I certainly wrote other things with healing jutsu. Hell, I’ve written whole stories centered on it, but this?? WHOOPS.

I thought to myself that I might add another section to this chapter but I saw that 6.8k and went hahahahaha nope!

My grammar checker no longer works on the document that this was originally written on, so I took the chapter and isolated it to do edits... resulting in weird indentation issues. Ah so goes the world...

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Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI

Edit: I think I’ll drop the next chapter when this one reaches 100 notes.

[doveywovy]

:( its sad nobody does aus where izuna comes around on the concept of the village and then madara still eventually leaves it and izuna stays behind. like izuna is famously stubborn so i think if you've written him as actually being convinced that Konoha is worth it, he'll stick it out to an insane degree. that includes staying even if madara leaves.

i could imagine him becoming the second hokage, partially out of people respecting his commitment to the cause after his brother abandoned it. honestly you could even get interesting with tobirama in this version of it because you have a lot of canon paths to go down with this. Izuna picking Konoha over Madara would firmly place him in the same mental space as Itachi or Kagami to Tobirama ("he chose the village over X and thus is a wonderful shinobi who i respect") leading to an overly respectful tobirama, which would completely alter his legacy. like you as the reader might know hes kind of insane about the uchiha but the village would just see him dutifully supporting an uchiha hokage.

Alternatively Tobirama's deep seated issues with Izuna specifically could make it difficult for him to see Izuna in that way and he could have a total crash out, ruining his legacy (lol) and slotting him in the same historical space as madara, ironically.

OR third option, he's weird about Izuna but also cautiously supportive, so he's just like a really helpful assistant to him who happens to constantly be checking Izuna for signs of what he considers mental degradation. Izuna is either slowly poisoning him or slowly sowing political rumors about him, either way he's putting in the effort to keep tobirama weak enough (mentally/politically) that he can't do anything against him but is also still around to assist because he is a useful second. I think in this version Izuna would pick Kagami as his heir, both because Kagami is the best trained for it and because Izuna would ensure power remains with the Uchiha, but also somewhat because Tobirama cannot argue against it (Thats HIS student) but wouldn't have picked him first out of all his students (As we know canonically).

this would mean during canon when all the hokage are brought back tobirama isn't and Izuna is, which would do a lot to the plot but this post is long enough so im leaving it there. immovable force vs unstoppable object izuna vs madara essentially

[risuola]

VI — YOU HAVE MY HEART // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

It's so easy to love you and it's even easier to admire how hardworking you are. You trained and became strong, you assisted in creating the ANBU leading the first unit. You were the pride and joy in Tobirama's life, but with all of that came also the fear. The terror of losing you.

contents: not much, it's mostly fluffy. it gets a little steamy towards the end, so reader discretion is advised — 2,5k words

a/n: when I was translating this chapter, I realized that the timeline can be a little blurry, though I tried to make it as clear as possible, but I'll summarize this here quickly: one year has passed since the wedding until the events from chapter V, then one year she was training and working in ANBU and then the mission took another year. so it's three years since they married ❥

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

Sometimes, you felt like you and Tobirama were meant to be. Like this whole arranged, political agreement was planned somewhere by someone who has way more power than you’d think, because even after nearly three years with that man, you still find it difficult to understand how on earth you worked so well when it’s more than clear that you shouldn’t.

There were just too many differences between you and your husband. He’s cold and stoic whilst you are warm and bubbly. Your calmness doesn’t make a fraction of how calm he is, or rather, used to be. You loved to touch him and for his entire life, Senju faltered from physical contact. And yet, all of it changed, when you stepped into his life. A princess from the foreign village, a diamond that was kept in the cage made of gold and luxury, a bird that was yearning for freedom and safety. Tobirama gave you both of these things.

The feelings between you two only solidified after the incident in your homeland. It’s almost two years after the unfortunate chain of events that led the young Senju to leave the negotiations in Konoha to save you from abusive ritual that took place in Yu; a pathetic display of parenting that your father thought was a favor to your husband. After that, and the little time you needed to heal completely with a help of one of the best medics in the leaf village, you had made a decision to go back to training. Ever since you moved, you spent your time learning topography of your new home, befriending people, helping – none of which you put into your own development and it’s only after you were defeated so easily, it got to you that everything that you thought you knew was not even a fraction what you should be able to execute.

That’s why for the months after that, you trained – mostly by yourself, but Tobirama was more than happy to help you anytime he had some spare hours. He found you admirable, the way you wanted to become the best shinobi possible even though there was no need for that. You were excellent even before, the idea of you lacking never crossed his mind and yet you stood up for the challenge and it was in his best interest to help you achieve the goal. You were, after all, his beloved wife, his sunshine, his pride. Quickly, it turned out that on top of all these things, you were quite deadly.

You began taking missions, standing on top of a group consisting of the best ninja from Konoha – ANBU, as Tobirama called it. A set of exceptional individuals, the most skilled ones available. It was a project that Senju wished to finalize, it was meant to provide the village with safety, with the strong asset able to infiltrate, fight and protect and you… You became the leader of it, representing the highest skill of them all and supporting him in establishing the unit.

Tobirama found you incredible, time after time finding himself in awe because of your achievements. There was no such term as impossibility, it seemed, everything he assigned you with, you finished with success, caring about your team well-being and the quality of the process. As much as he felt the endless amount of pride, his heart was also filled with fear. The idea of losing you haunted his dreams anytime you were outside Konoha, dealing with something he himself ordered you. The contradicting feelings weighed heavy on his shoulders – he wished to keep you safe and yet, it was only fair to give you tasks that were relevant to what you were able to do. It would be against his nature to spare you the difficulties, to limit your progress only because of the selfish want of keeping you far from harm. That led him to assigning you with one of the most difficult missions he had to offer.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” he had told you the day before. You remember him joining you in bed late at night and the way he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest was enough of a hint. You knew him well. “I don’t want you to take that mission,” honest as always, and nervous when he spoke quietly. His roughed-up fingertips were circling little ovals against the delicate skin over your spine, his hand buried underneath the shirt that you used to sleep in.

“I know,” you replied, pressing your lips to his bare chest. Oh, how well you knew him. The moment he gave you the details of the job earlier that day in his office, you already knew how hesitant he was and once you read the description, you understood why. “But it’s gonna be fine, I promise.”

“How can you promise me something like that?” He found his way to your chin, lifting your head up just enough to look you in the eyes. “I know you are strong, you are the most skilled ninja I have, don’t think I’m underestimating you, love. But yet, I can’t help but fear, the idea of you not coming back from that job, from something I send you by my own order… it feels unbearable to think.”

Tobirama wasn’t a man that’s easily scared. In your entire time with him, spending so much time as his wife, you saw him worried at most, only few times so it shook you deeply, seeing his sincere eyes glaring at you in nothing but concern. The soft red shade of them looked straight through your soul, you could feel the way his jaw was tensed when you placed your hand on the side of his handsome face.

“I will come back to you, my lord. I know how dangerous the mission is and I would be lying if I told you that I’m not scared of it. But I also know how important it is, how crucial the data I need to gather is to keep Konoha safe and it is my duty to serve the village. It’s my home, I swore to keep it protected.” Your words were honest, Senju knew that. It was difficult, the hidden leaf stood on the verge of war, it was nearly palpable in the air and the information that you were meant to collect had a power to stop it before the blood of innocents was spilled.

The love you developed to Konoha was something Tobirama couldn’t help but admire in you. Despite it being a foreign land to you, you grew to care of it as if you lived here since the beginning. Truth is, you did feel like you were born in it. What hidden leaf gave you was freedom, was love. It showered you in things that before that, you only silently dreamt about, it was a place that you truly began being yourself, hence why you wished to give it back all of yourself.

“I know you’re gonna do your best. It’s just… I wouldn’t mind standing to fight later if you’d say you don’t want to take the job. I wouldn’t mind giving my life in battle if it could save yours.”

“Your life is too precious to be lost, Tobirama,” you leaned into him just slightly, your lips a breath away from his. “You are needed, you are so incredibly fundamental for this village to function properly, you have no idea. Without you, there would be no Konoha, doesn’t matter how great of a hokage your brother is. You are what makes this place a home to so many people, you are the mind and heart of it, so please don’t say such things.”

“It’s you who have my heart. If I have to risk losing it along with you, how could I be one for the village?” Senju exhaled, closing his eyes for a brief moment before closing the distance and pressing his mouth to yours. A kiss of love that’s indescribable, it bore everything that he was too afraid to word out loud. “Just… come back to me.”

“I will always come back to you, my love.”

The reassurance you gave, although carrying uncertainty, you followed with yet another kiss. The intimacy you shared later that night carried an unspoken goodbye, it was intense and oh so full of passion as if it was the last time you were to be so close.

Early in the morning, you were already gone, heading towards the unknown land where you were meant to spend the next weeks, working undercover. In the morning, Tobirama watched you leave, hating himself for letting you go as the sweet taste of the last kiss you shared still lingered over his lips.

* * *

“Later,” Tobirama groaned, responding to the soft sound of knocking against the wooden doors to his office. He was busy, digging through copious amounts of documents and reports, annoyed to the very core of his existence. His mind was already far in the future, balls deep in the upcoming negotiations that were meant to take place in Konoha in just few days. They were important, the safety of the village depended on the results and Tobirama made it very, very clear that unless the matter is absolutely, death-threatening urgent, he’s unavailable to anyone.

But the knob twisted and despite his objections and rough tone the doors opened and he couldn’t help but scoff. His blood was boiling, his brows creasing and even the deep breath he took, trying to calm down his nerves didn’t help at all. The rage inside of him burned with hellfire, it got him out of his chair, smashing his fist on the desk.

“I said fucking late—” he stopped. The sight of you, standing there in the entrance to his office made his voice catch in his throat. Was he even breathing? He felt like the world faded away, time slowed down and the chaos inside his mind calmed in an instant when his eyes met yours. He couldn’t believe, were you really here? In the last report he’s got from you, the one from a month prior, you wrote that at least twelve weeks will be needed to finalize the job and yet here you were, standing just few meters in front of him. After a year.

“I heard you the first time, my lord,” you chuckled softly, watching how his expression changed from rageful annoyance to surprised confusion. It was a display of emotions you were yet to familiarize yourself with, giving Tobirama’s spare range of expressions. “I was told you’re busy and expecting no one to bother you, but I took the freedom to disobey.”

The Senju stood there, flabbergasted for a little longer before his head dropped. A wave of laughter that shook his body made all of his tension go away. You really were there, he could see you, feel your chakra. After long, twelve months of undercover mission he gave you, the one that required you to stay in Iwagakure, gathering intel of governmental nature you finally got back. You had not seen each other during that time and Tobirama had only received few letters from you, all of which being more like short reports about the mission status rather than lover’s notes. But now, you were here, safe, alive.

“You came back,” he said, his voice so much lighter than what he greeted you with. Tobirama took a second to look at his desk, assessing the piles of documents before he pushed everything to the side. Papers flew off and scrolls unraveled on the floor but he couldn't possibly care less about any of those, when you were here, finally after a year of absence, in a flesh and bones. Being so messy was unlikely of him, you had never met someone more organized than Tobirama, but to him, it was more important to now have you on this desk, rather than documents.

“I promised I’ll come back to you, didn’t I?” You smiled, pushing the doors closed behind you and approaching him, placing the box with all of the reports and information regarding your latest work on the floor, before you circled the furniture, meeting him finally.

“You did,” he replied, finding his way to press his lips to yours. His large hands pulled you closer by the back of your neck and you hooked your arms around his shoulders, burying your fingers in the silver strands of his hair, scratching his scalp gently and causing him to purr into the kiss. It tasted sweet, addicting, with the longing being carried through every movement of his lips and tongue. It was heavy with feelings, breathtaking, nearly suffocating with how much it bore, how many unspoken words, how many worries that were now releasing. Tobirama pulled you towards himself, your body now flush to his own as he made you lean against the edge of his desk. It took no time before you were situated on top of it, with his large frame between your legs and his hands wandering all over the lines of your figure.

Tobirama was hungry. He had no idea how much until he saw you, until he tasted you. You taught him how to love, you opened the world of intimacy and touch to him, you showed him the pleasure of marriage and once you took all of it away, he was lost. The need to have you close was unfulfilled for such a long time where he couldn’t even see you, it left him with the burn of craving inside his chest. He was incomplete without you, unable to focus as much as he would usually do, his mind was wandering to the places where your image was stored.

“I missed you so much, my love,” you whimpered, feeling his lips smearing the wet traces of kisses along your neck and down your throat. At that moment, he was not caring about the marks he was leaving, he wanted to make you his own again. Nothing else mattered, only you, the taste of your mouth, the sweet scent of your skin. He would love to be more romantic, to welcome you with something more appropriate – a nice dinner, some pretty flowers, but being romantic was never his strong suit and frankly, things like bouquets and food were last on his mind, when he had you near his body.

“Love,” he groaned against your pulse, his hands making contact with the bare skin on your sides where he pushed the fabric of your black blouse up. He missed you so damn much. His body longed for your touch, for your skin flush to his, for everything that came with you.

“I thought you were busy, my dearest,” you teased, your voice soft and playful as you run your hand down his stomach. It was risky to do so in his office but he did nothing to prevent you from reaching his manhood and as you did, you stroked him gently through the fabric of his pants. A breath hitched in his chest, your touch burned him with lust, he felt like a fire was consuming him just because you put your touch over him.

“I am,” he muttered, sucking a spot onto your neck, reminding your body to whom it belongs to and you gasped softly at the feeling of his lips against your delicate skin. “God, I’m so damn busy.”

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[belit0]

Hello.

I previoulsy send a request to you about uchiha's x reader where reader likes anal and spanking. If you are able to complete it can you add hashirama and tobirama to it as well. This is my first time to request a rection (properly well) and i am all awkward. But i really love your work. Cant wait to see more of it in future.

For being your first time (properly well), I welcome you! And invite you to be an active part of this wonderful blog of Uchiha debauchery! It's okay to feel awkward, with time it becomes super natural!

Tho, and as I almost always say… watch out for Indra, he always ends up kind of Yandere in my writings.🤠💫💕

Indra

- Spanking is non-negotiable with Indra. His arousal comes from power play, and the one who dominates is the one who spanks. He loves to see (Y/N)'s skin red and irritated by repeated contact with his hand, perhaps even getting creative by using an object. He does not see it as a punishment but as a scene of superiority, in which he can do whatever he wants with her. He thoroughly enjoys having her completely submissive and surrendered, he needs it.

- Anal is obligatory, and there is not much preparation. Indra suffers from a huge possessiveness syndrome; he needs to own her completely and from all angles. Maybe it's not a frequent thing, because he knows (Y/N) is not always in the mood, and sometimes he tries to respect her, sometimes. He knows he can automatically turn her on with phrases like "Make me want you", and he'll have (Y/N) giving him her ass in seconds.

Madara

- He loves spanking, but in his case, it's more casual. He enjoys doing it because he knows it's the best way to thoroughly excite (Y/N), getting her like bitch in heat and making her want him desperately. It's always his trump card, if the girl decides to act like a spoiled brat or wants to give him a hard time, Madara knows he can use that resource and will have her moaning on his lap as if he fucked her.

- "Where do you want me?" is the question he asks every time before he fucks her. He loves to feel how tight (Y/N) is, a special kind of sensation in that not-so-frequent hole. He always helps with the preparation, assisting his wife as she opens up a little by little, taking her time. He doesn't like to rush, he wouldn't want to hurt her, but there's nothing more pleasurable than being inside her that way.

Izuna

- "You like it when I spank you, don't you?" He loves anything violent in bed. He is fierce when it comes to sex, both with the intensity of the act and the foreplay, and it turns him on like crazy when (Y/N) gives herself to him like the bad girl she is, allowing him to make her skin all red. When he is done with the punishment, he always likes to continue touching or biting the affected area while fucking her, mixing pain with pleasure to a masochistic and exquisite point.

- To be honest, he has no patience for anal. His arousal comes on suddenly and without warning, at any time of the day, and for no apparent reason. He can't wait for all that goes into helping her prepare, needing to fuck her wherever and however, with no delays or restrictions. They could try some toys and have (Y/N) carry them inside during the day to help dilate but... too impatient.

Tobirama

- His spanking sessions are formal and ceremonial, and if (Y/N) doesn't address him as "Sir" while punishing her, then everything gets worse. He likes to follow a pattern of basic rules, and if they are disobeyed, his wife will have to submit to his hand and endure until Tobirama decides that enough is enough. Similar to Indra, he has a need for superiority and power, which is mixed with protocol and regulation. "I'd hold on to something if I were you."

- There is a masochistic part of him that always fantasizes about anally penetrating (Y/N) without her asking or wanting it, with no prior preparation or warning. Of course, he never does, as he understands the importance of consent and foreplay, but he always wonders what would happen if he decides to take her as an object and use her as he sees fit.

Hashirama

- He... doesn't like it. He hates to mark her skin, and the times he tried to indulge her desire for spanking, he felt so guilty he had to stop in the middle of the act. He has come to tears just because thinking he was too hard or rough, there’s no way he can do it. He prefers gentle lovemaking and delicate caresses. He tries to meet (Y/N) expectations, but sometimes it is impossible.

- Accepts anal only if the prior preparation is damned extensive and he is completely convinced she won't suffer or be in pain. He cannot proceed unless the area is easily accessible, and if he hears (Y/N) complain, he refuses to continue. There is no way he is going to do anything that will leave her hurting or feeling bad.

[zelianthos-capercaillie]

A sneak peek of my contribution for the HashiMada Week 2024 event Day 7 prompt, “Historical AU”

It’s a Gladiator AU set in the world of Warring States Period x Ancient Rome

(Wordcount: Approx. <1k)

@hashimada-week

***

“There, Tobi,” Hashirama said after a while. “I’ve healed the worst of your injuries, but I can’t do anything more than this. That last blow was a fatal one so your body needs to properly recuperate. On top of that, your chakra reserves are nearly depleted so you must let Mito help you get back to safety.”

Then he turned to Mito. “Mito?”

“Of course.” She bent down to assist Tobirama.

Hashirama made to stand up and execute a shunshin, but Tobirama grabbed him by the arm before he could do so.

“You’re not—you’re not coming?”

His voice was pained that Hashirama suspected was not just because of the injury, so he gave his brother a smile that he hoped was reassuring. “I have to go back to the frontlines.”

“Hashirama—” Mito began, but Tobirama was faster.

“We’ve already issued the command for retreat. You’ll only end up running straight toward the enemy—”

“I’ll be fine, brother. I’ll meet you at the rendezvous poin—”

“No.” Tobirama’s face crumpled. “Anija, don’t go. They’re going to capture you.”

“Tobirama.” Hashirama gently cupped his brother’s face in his hands. “If there’s even a single one who got left behind, then I want to save them.”

Tobirama closed his eyes in despair, and nodded in resignation. When he opened them again, his expression was resolute. “Then, if you get captured—”

“I told you, I w—”

“If you get captured, then they would most probably take you first to the Capital to be paraded as spoils of war. Once you’re there, seek out—” Tobirama swallowed. “Seek out Izuna. He’ll protect you.”

Izuna?

“Uchiha Izuna? Your childhood friend?”

“Yes.”

Hashirama furrowed his brows. “But... how would I find him? I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“They will take you to him since he is…the current Emperor.”

That bit of information shocked both Hashirama and Mito. Save for the crest bearing two uchiwa, no one knew the true identity of the monarch outside the Capital.

Except Tobirama, it seemed.

“This battle would most likely be declared as a triumph in Izuna’s name,” Tobirama continued. “So you’re going to be meeting him when they hail the general of the army as Imperator. Ask Izuna to grant you sanctuary the moment you have the chance to speak to him.”

“Very well.” Hashirama nodded. “I’ll plead my case to him. Still, I'd like to at least get a description of what he looks like.”

“He…”

“Didn’t you say he’s a beauty?” Mito piped up, casting a knowing glance at Tobirama.

Hashirama raised his eyebrows even higher at his brother. Now that was high praise, considering “passable” was the best compliment he had ever heard his brother say about someone’s appearance (Mito was still disgruntled about that). Today was full of surprises, it seemed.

Tobirama clicked his tongue as he looked away. “They say that he’s grown up to be a beauty. I didn’t say that he is. Beauty is subjective, anyway.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “He has the typical Uchiha features: pale skin, deep black eyes, long dark hair. He’s going to stand out in any type of crowd. Your first interaction with each other will be him smiling at you. Mention my name, and…take this as proof.”

Tobirama still had difficulty moving, so Hashirama took it upon himself to reach for the pendant necklace. He secured it over his head, beneath the armor.

“Emperor Uchiha. Got it.”

“Not Madara. Avoid any interaction with Madara at all cost if you hadn’t made contact with Izuna first. Madara is extremely protective of his brother and you’re going to escalate things fast if you make even a tiny misstep.”

“Avoid Madara. Got it.”

“I’m serious, Anija. If he—” Tobirama broke off coughing, curling on himself as he gasped in pain.

“Tobirama, we have to go.” Mito’s voice brooked no argument.

“Go, brother.”

“…fine. Be safe, Anija.”

Hashirama smiled. “You too, Tobi. I’ll see you both later.”

He watched the two retreat and when they were a good, safe distance away, he turned on his heels toward the frontlines.

🍃🔥

Later, much later, as enemies swarmed around him, Hashirama let out a rueful smile before losing consciousness.

I guess Tobirama was right after all.

🍃🔥

The conquering general, now hailed as Imperator, stood tall, his shoulders broad, his bearing regal.

He’s going to stand out in any type of crowd.

Well, Tobi, Hashirama thought, casting a glance around him, the only one standing out in this crowd is the Imperator himself, so…

Then the Imperator faced the crowd, the high priest holding a laurel wreath above his head, and—

Oh.

Without the red face paint, Hashirama could see what Tobirama was talking about. Smooth pale skin, penetrating deep black eyes, and a wealth of long dark hair. Now unfettered by the helmet, the jet-black spiky mane ran wild, the strands shot-through with blueish-purple starlight under the sun, swaying with deadly elegance in the wind.

The conquering general was the Emperor himself.

As if with preternatural instinct, Emperor Uchiha zeroed in on him, meeting Hashirama’s gaze with unsmiling midnight eyes.

Your first interaction with each other will be him smiling at you.

Here goes.

Hashirama mustered a tremulous smile, transforming into a brighter one as he slowly dredged up his confidence. To his dismay, however, the scowl became even more thunderous. He could practically hear the contemptuous snort that followed as the gaze slid away from him.

Ah, Tobi, Hashirama thought in lament, resisting the urge to shed crocodile tears. It seems that you’re wrong on this one. I’m probably too much in his bad graces to even be deigned a smirk, let alone a smile.

No problem. He would simply show the shard blade pendant the first chance he got. That would win him over.

And as the procession continued, Hashirama was left with one thing in his mind.

Emperor Uchiha was indeed a beauty.

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - january

TOTAL: 1 266 words … great start buds :X

POSTED: nothin

IN PROGRESS: -suburban ot4 (17… words…) -cherry wine chapter idk (1 249 words).

kfbndffggh.

i really can't write if nobody's sitting on me, huh. :/

Because the Nara were reasonable people, Tobirama dropped the long-sleeved kimono into his assistant's shoulder bag the second he could slip away to change and went to meet Nara Kojika-sensei in a thin, mid-thigh under-kimono over his armor mesh shirt and the calf-high pants he'd been wearing underneath. His hair was a pain to handle, so he left it in a bun for the moment; the trinkets decorating it were sharp enough. 

Nara Kojika glanced at the flower petals dangling from his hair pin, but at least she said nothing. Her teenage assistant had to bite his lower lip halfway into his mouth. 

"… I'll send him out."

She already looked tired. Tobirama snorted quietly as he sat at the low table in front of her. "No need yet. How many ways can one kill a target with that pin, Nara-kun?"

His brief panicky expression was amusing enough that Tobirama allowed his eyes to crinkle just  a tad, his professional expressionlessness thawing to match the openness of Kojika-sensei's reaction to the boy. A promising interaction, honestly speaking. Either she trusted he would not be a danger to her young clansman or she was trying to soften him up… which would only work if she already knew he was no threat to her clansman.

"Well, Naeto-kun?"

"Oh uh -- sharp ends, stabby? Uh, trailing chain, garotte. Whipping it into people's eyes? Like a small morningstar. I guess you could throw it like senbon too, but the balance probably sucks -- are there bits that pop out, like poison needles?"

Tobirama smiled more openly. "Good guess. No."

"Oh."

"Too obvious if I got frisked. The red stone is cinnabar and oxidizes into mercury."

"Ooooh, nasty."

[sasukeen]

Would you happen to have any headcanons pertaining to Tobirama catching feelings for his assistant / advisor (them being what Shizune is to Tsunade or Shikamaru to Hokage!Naruto? Idk what the correct wording is I'm sorry!) Do you think anything could ever come of it?

I do not have any headcanons like this! I like where this is going XD

Tobirama is totally the type who’d fall for his assistant. After all, he wouldn’t pick just anyone. He’d pick someone smart and organized and quiet.

So it’s not unreasonable to think he’d develop feelings for them.

He’d hide his feelings for as long as possible, though. I don’t know if he’d ever actively pursue anything beyond casual hangouts with them.

But if he did admit his feelings and properly take them out on a date, yes, I do think something could come of it.

They spend so much time together that them hanging out just feels really natural, not to mention they already know a fair deal about each other. Going on dates gives them the opportunity to see some of the more deeply personal things.

[green-riot]

I am having SO MANY THOUGHTS about writing a fic in which Tobirama realizes that he can exploit his brother’s infatuation with Madara. It starts with just prodding him to actually do his job, but then Tobirama realizes that he can use it for personal gain, too. Madara catches onto his scheming first (because of course), but instead of telling Tobirama to stop is just like “Get him to drink less... and to buy me [w/e].”

[cafeinthemoon-lists]

Naruto Masterlist - Part II (Stories)

Sorted by character and/or groups of characters

Genma

💛 Kasumi – A Story from the Leaf Village

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5

Madara

💚 As a Family (on hiatus)

1 . 2

💛 Berries

1

💛 Out of Your Time (with Uzumaki granddaughter)

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

🖤 The Leaves of Her Garden

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . Interlude . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17

🖤 Were’d You Go (draft from The Leaves of Her Garden)

Tajima Uchiha

💛 Sideways

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

Tobirama

💛 In a Cave

💛 It Takes Courage (The Nidaime’s Assistant Series Part I)

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

💛 That Wasn’t a Genjutsu (The Nidaime’s Assistant Series Part II)

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8 . 9 . 10

💛 The Home I Crave

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 .  7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16

💛 To Where the Water Take Me

1 . 2

Various / other posts

I Know (Kagami x reader x Tobirama) (on hiatus)

1

[madarasthicc]

Map to Hope: Chapter 5.

Madara x reader

- An arranged marriage twenty years in the making comes calling for Madara Uchiha. Now that Konoha has stabilized, his bride-to-be is ready to be at his side. But is Madara ready for what marriage all entails?

@peachteeaaa @immazebrah @thel0v3hashira143

[Chapter Four] —> [Chapter Six]

[Master list]

Chapter Five: Little White Lies

Y/N honestly didn’t see much of Madara. Not that she expected them to spend much time with him, but she was lucky if she saw him at dinner- If at all that day. The man was often up, probably training, before she woke. And rarely stayed home long enough to actually sit down for breakfast. He then spent most of his day assisting Hashirama in whatever the Hokage needed. At least that’s what she assumed he did, she really didn’t know.

It was a bit disappointing. He was still a stranger, even after living within his household for over a week. She was expected to marry a stranger, and the man seemed fine with that.

“Why don’t you take him lunch?” She had been regaling her wooes to one of the house maids. Who had a brilliant idea. “Lord Madara is very busy, often missing meals.” The girl added.

“That’s brilliant, thank you.” Y/N shook the girl’s hand before leaving for the kitchen quickly. It was nearing the lunch hour, she wanted to be able to do this for her fiancé.

The cook would not let her assist in anything but she made three meals. When Y/N asked why, the cook explained if Madara hadn't eaten it was likely that neither had the hokage or Lord Tobirama. It made sense, Tobirama seemed like a man, from what she had heard, who’d miss a meal too busy to bother with it. Hashirama probably wouldn’t try to miss a meal, but she was sure between Tobirama and Madara they kept him too busy.

So three meals in arm Y/N left the uchiha compound heading into town. She was only slightly worried she was going to get lost but found hokage tower easy to spot.

Thankfully she left before her mother could dress her in more formal, constricting clothing. Loose shirt tucked into long shorts, that her mother claimed were too form fitting. She couldn’t imagine the mortification of tripping again, and laden with food this time. Passing through the shopping stalls, she stopped at one to pick up a package of sweets. It was a variety and helped her feel like she had contributed to the meal.

“I’m sorry to bother but I’m looking for the Hokage’s office? Or I suppose where Lord Madara will be?” She asked a young man who was standing in front of the Hokage tower. He was kind enough to show her the way; he explained that Madara was more often in the Hokage’s office. He knocked at the door, stopping her from entering.

“I am sorry to bother, Lord Marada, someone is here to see you.” The shinobi said holding the door open for Y/N.

“Really? Come in.” Madara’s voice was gruff. Suddenly all eyes were on her as she entered.

“Ah I noticed you don’t always make it to meals so I brought you lunch, and the cook figured if you haven’t eaten, Lord Hokage and Lord Tobirama must not have either.” Y/N said, the three men stared at her. “I’m assuming you're Lord Tobirama, we haven’t met, I’m Y/N Cayuga, Madara’s fiancé.” She said, turning towards Tobirama.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Tobirama said, clearing his throat. “Actually, We have-“

“We have not had lunch yet. Perfect timing really, we were just about to decide on a place.” Madara said quickly. “Truly, this is a sweet gesture.” Giving Tobirama a deadly glare, before looking at Y/N with a softer look.

“Aw so precious. Thinking of your husband-to-be, and his poor single friends.” Hashirama cooed.

“Good, I’m glad-well glad I could bring you all lunch. The cook wouldn’t let me help, so I got some sweets for you all. I hope I got something you can all enjoy.” She said, setting the red box on Madara’s desk, mindful of the scrolls there. Next was the green one at Hashirama’s and then a blue box at Tobirama’s. “Aww that's cute, each box is a special color for each of you. I won’t keep you waiting, I hope to see you tonight for dinner.” She said facing Madara as she spoke.

“Yes. I’ll be there, I won’t let these two keep me too late. Thank you.” Madara said, still a bit surprised at this.

“Okay, good I’ll see you then.” It was clear by her brightened expression that she was happy to surprise him. Happy that Madara would be home for dinner. She was nearly out the door before she stepped back in and approached Madara. She looked at him for a second before pressing a kiss to the top of his head and fled. She was much faster than he expected, there one moment and gone before he could make a comment on the kiss.

“Did, did she just kiss the top of your head?” Hashirama was about to squeal.

“Why did you lie? This food is going to go to waste now.” Tobirama huffed, but began to open the box.

“She took time out of her day to bring us lunch.” Madara pointed out, giving Tobirama a glare.

“A day where she probably wasn’t doing much anyway.” Tobirama said as he began to look through the meal. “You have a good chef.” He said after taking a few bites.

“Tobirama, don’t be mean about it.” He said chastising his younger brother. “She’s a sweetie, bringing us lunch and giving her fiancé a sweet little kiss on the head.” Hashirama cooed, while Tobirama merely made a gag noise.

“Yeah that was … strange.” He said reaching up to touch the top of his head where she had kissed him. It left him feeling a bit flushed.

“Are you blushing?” Tobirama asked, clearly amused as hashirama now.

“What-no! I don’t blush.” Madara huffed, glaring at hashirama who openly laughed. He was surprised to see Tobirama hiding his own laugh. “I do not blush. I’m not blushing now either!”

—-

Y/n felt her heart flutter as she rushed down the stairs and out onto the street. She had kissed him! Well, the top of the head. But still! His hair was surprisingly soft for how wild and untamed it looked. She felt a bit silly for how giddy she was. She had merely delivered lunch and gave him a kiss. On the head. Divine, if her mother thought they had kissed in any other way than on the cheek she’d rave. Clan leader or not, her mother was traditional through and through.

Looking for twenty five notes for chapter six! Please and thank you all for your support so far.

[cafeinthemoon]

The Home I Crave - Chapter XVIII

Chapter 18/?

Wordcount 1,7k

Title Need

Fandom Naruto

Pairing Tobirama Senju X reader

Previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 .  7 . 8 . 9 . 10 . 11 . 12 . 13 . 14 . 15 . 16 . 17

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s): none

Tagging @uzumakgi (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A.: It's just the continuation of the previous chapter's scene lol In the next one, I swear I'll take them out of this inn because I myself am getting suffocated for seeing them there for so long..........

In your opinion, what was really tiring about being sick was not the sickness itself – it was the impossibility of moving on with your life duties as you should.

You got dressed right after leaving the bathtub instead of doing it in the room to avoid a temperature shock in case you went there with only your towel. You were quicker to put on your clothes that time, but you still sensed some aching in your muscles whenever you tried to do harder movements. When you left the bathroom and went back to the futon, you saw the sheets were changed. Were the previous ones sweaty or dirty?

You thought of asking about this, but gave up when you noticed Tobirama bringing a heavy blanket on his shoulder and a cup of hot tea in his right hand: he has left the room for a moment to take those things for you with the people on the first floor.

You stared at him with inquiring eyes.

- You don’t need to worry – he said, putting the blanket over the mattress and giving you the cup – There are enough stuff for everyone out there. No one is going to stay without assistance because I brought this to you.

You said a whispered “thank you” and accepted the tea from his hands, sitting on the mattress right after. Your husband unfolded the blanket and helped you to wrap it around your shoulders, then went to the window and took some time looking at the outside. There was a moment of calm silence between you, each of you too occupied with your thoughts to start a conversation.

When you decided to talk, your cup was half empty and there was no longer steam coming up from it.

- Should we send a message to Konoha about the situation here?

Tobirama woke up from his deliberations, but didn’t startle. When he turned to you, the look in his eyes indicated that he was thinking of this too, and his reply only confirmed it.

- I considered sending a Shadow Clone to my brother, but it’s not a good idea to spend chakra after what we’ve been through last night and when we still have a long road ahead us. I will talk to the team from the Land of Wind and see if they can arrange paper and ink, so we can send a bird to Konoha.

- Good – you sipped more of your cold tea – On the other hand, I don’t want to send any message to my own village. Not when my father sent that letter to us.

You were looking directly to your cup’s interior, but you sensed his red eyes upon you.

- Y/n-san, let me ask you: what do you intend to do once we reach your village?

You knew the answer. You’ve been thinking of this since you left your house in Konoha. Your fingers held the cup more firmly.

- First, I’m going to check on my sister, of course. Right after that, I will talk to my father about that letter. I think I already said to you I could guess who gave him the idea for it, right? – you cleaned your sore throat and took a last sip from the tea – I need to find out exactly what happened after I left the compound.

Tobirama didn’t reply immediately. At first, you thought he was just thinking of the case, but then you realized that he remembered that you compared him to the person you thought to be the responsible for your father’s decision, as clearly as yourself.

You opened your mouth to say something, but a strange feeling – if pride or shame, you weren’t sure – stopped your voice from coming out and made you bit your lip; you did it with such strength that it started to hurt. You lowered your eyes to your cup again, now empty, and tried to think of what you were going to say, but had no success: were you going to apologize? To reaffirm what you said before? To try and figure out how he really felt about it?

You sighed… but your opportunity wasn’t entirely lost.

You noticed when your husband left the windowsill and approached you, offering his hand; you looked at your cup and took a second to understand he was asking for it. When you gave it back to him, your fingers rubbed on each other in a gesture that would go unnoticed if it happened days ago. However, you saw it as a chance now, and acted accordingly.

When his hand moved away a bit, you stretched yours and grabbed his wrist, your fingers barely surrounding it. That made him stop; his eyes widened a bit with the surprise and you sensed your throat tightening, but that wouldn’t restrain you this time.

- I’ve been wanting to say this for a while, but… it was stupid from my part to compare you with that elder – you passed your free hand on the back of your neck in discomfort – I couldn’t be further from the truth.

For a moment, none of you seemed to breathe inside the room. You were dying on the expectancy of a response, and he was trying to process what he just heard. Your heartbeats were exploding inside your ears, and you didn’t dare move. Was he going to accept your words, or reject them? Was he going to mock you? To believe in you? Was he…

- I’m going to take this to the kitchen – he spoke in what sounded like a whisper if compared to his usual tone – Then I’m going to talk to the shinobi and see if they can help us with the message. Please, take some rest.

You nodded in silence, relief and bitterness blended inside you while your hand loosened its grip around him. He slipped his wrist from your reach and walked to the door with no additional words.

***

What you remembered from that strange day was that you spent most of it sleeping.

After that shy attempt of apologizing, you laid on the futon and might fell unconscious while waiting for your husband to come back. You only opened your eyes again when it was already sunset, or what the day offered instead of one: you glanced at the window and noticed the clouds still lingered in the sky, that time spreading a dark, rosy light over the land and inside the room. You moved the blanket just enough to sit up, but kept it around you when you decided to leave the bed and go to the window. A chilling breeze entered through it and made you stop to adjust the heavy fabric around your neck and chest; with a slight burn in your eyes, a reminiscence of sleep, you observed the outside, the top of the trees covered with that magenta shade that used to welcome the evenings.

A low creak was heard at your back. You glanced over your shoulder and noticed the door being opened and quickly closed by your husband. He brought some food with him, which was left upon that small table he borrowed from the inn’s owner and was still there for your use, then came to your side.

You felt a large hand over your left shoulder and his voice calling you. When you turned to him, you saw his fingers grabbing the blanket and taking it off your neck while he mumbled an “excuse me”; before you could ask what he was doing, you felt him brushing your disheveled hair away form your shoulder and touching your neck on both sides with the back of his hand, then your forehead. You shivered with the contact.

- The fever is not so bad, thankfully – he adjusted the blanket around you – You just need proper rest.

You nodded. Tobirama was going to leave you and sit by the table, but you put a hand on his arm to stop him. You had something to say.

- About what I said earlier…

You started the sentence, but you found out you couldn’t finish it. In fact, you’ve already said what you had to say, but you somehow felt the need of more words, more explanation. Was that really necessary, or were you just wanting to fulfill a selfish need to chat after all those hours isolated between those four walls? Were you doing what you had to do or just embarrassing yourself? Were you starting… to need him?

Whatever the case, all small discomforts were ended by his usual practicality.

- It’s alright for me, y/n-san – he touched your hand upon his arm for a second – Now, let’s have our dinner before it gets cold.

***

After a silent meal, Tobirama went to take a bath. You stated that you were going to organize the table (the plates would be taken downstairs the next morning, at breakfast time) and get back to the futon.

You were already lying on it when your husband came back. You didn’t want to open your eyes, so you guessed what was going on by the sounds: the bathroom’s door opened, letting waves of steam out, then was left like that, the warmth spreading across the room; calm steps were taken toward the futon, followed by the pressure of a body upon its fabric. The blanket was moved a bit, leaving your back exposed, then it was put back on its place, but now you had company. You sensed an arm wrapping around you and a warm chest upon your back. You startled, but resisted the impulse to flinch.

A simple, but weird conversation followed.

- Are you okay lying beside someone who’s sick?

- I’ve already got some things worse than a cold. Your condition is not a problem for me.

- I see. Have you always been so strong? Is it a family thing?

- You can say that.

A moment of silence, and it restarted.

- And what about the letter?

- I managed to send it. Fortunately, they still had some paper and ink. If the weather collaborates, my brother will receive it in two days.

- That’s good. I was observing the sky before you came back. I don’t think it’s going to rain again. At least not like that...

You yawned at the end of that phrase and couldn’t recall how that chattering ended.

[wing-ed-thing]

Hashirama x Assistant!Reader Relationship Headcanons

𓆃 It's bound to happen because Hashirama is cliche and predictable! He's far too sappy for his own good!

𓆃 After a lifetime of battle, Hashirama was thrust into a political position with absolutely no experience and little more than optimistic passions.

𓆃 Of course, he's falling for the first person who spends a meaningful amount of time with him and seems to have a stake in his dream.

𓆃 And he's not making it a secret either. Hashirama will happily spend most of his days flirting with you— although he flirts with most of the staff— and loves to engage in banter.

𓆃 It's probably the best way to get on his good side is to come up with witty things to respond to him with because, with some time you could probably predict about half of everything he says.

𓆃 Bonus points if it's a pun. It'll earn you a, "Ho, hoo! That was a good one!" because Hashirama has the soul of an old man.

𓆃 If you get really good, you can probably mouth his responses in real time as he says them.

𓆃 For as flirtatious as he is, Hashirama is the kind of man who will do everything to avoid making you actually uncomfortable. He's never alone with you if he can help it, and often asks you if you're okay doing certain tasks that stray from your regular routine.

𓆃 "Just slap me if I'm being stupid. You have my full permission to say, 'Hashirama, you're acting like a fool, 'kay?'"

𓆃 It's impossible to keep him on any sort of schedule, too. His memory is notoriously bad, but he somehow retains the most useless information like politician's niece's names from seven years ago and not his morning meeting.

𓆃 He likes to give you money. Like, he'll give you money to pick up lunch for the two of you, and it's like just barely too much. It's not even in a leveraging, power-imbalance sort of way, he just supports you getting yourself a treat.

𓆃 He's also terrible with money, but that's a different discussion.

𓆃 Hashirama puts a lot of trust in you, and because of how terribly organized he is, you end up handing most of his things. Whether it's meetings or his laundry, you've somehow become rather ingrained into his schedule and personal life.

𓆃 You know Tobirama well as well as Madara. Anyone close to him you've already met and made decent impressions on. And for all the people Hashirama's forgotten the name of, you remember them too.

𓆃 You've practically already gained a goofy husband through this job; it's not too far of a stretch to just make it official.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[risuola]

V — GOLDEN CAGE // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

Visiting your father went just like you expected it to go. Horribly wrong but you wanted to push through it and go back to your home in Konoha. Things unfortunately got out of hand and you were forced to summon Tobirama to save you.

contents: physical abuse, toxic parent behavior, sexual abuse mentioned just briefly (nothing of that nature is happening but it's a warning nonetheless), forced drug intake, heavy misogyny, reader discretion is advised — 3,1k words

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

With an ANBU officer that Tobirama assigned to assist your trip, you reached the village that was your homeland. A place where you grew up welcomed you with fake smiles as you entered the palace. You used to live there, but no warmth or domesticity was waiting for you inside the familiar interiors. Once you entered, you received a long, harsh and emotionless hug from your father, just so the appearances were kept in the eyes of your security member, but with Konoha's shinobi departure, all of the artificially gentle gestures departed as well, leaving you with cold aura of your strict parent. Oh, how many memories it brought to the front of your mind.

After four hours of travel, you were given some time to rest and you took it, preparing yourself for what's to come. Evening was still early and you expected a meeting with your father that day before the madness of the next one starts. The talk was plain, it was nothing, just as if he wasn't talking to his daughter but to a foreign person and you'd lie if you said it hurt you. You were used to similar treatment from him, there was never any parental love he showed. He never acted like your father, more so like your owner, which in a sense he was. Every decision regarding you had to go through him, had to get his approval before it came to life; he decided what you’re going to wear, what and how much you’re going to eat and with whom you’re going to spend your time. He was strict and demanding nothing but compliance, feeding you fear and uneasiness from the youngest age. He did everything to burn down your character, to change you into a maid, a housewife, into someone who’s doing as is told. You were too strong mentally to go down this road and you learned how to play his game. Or so you thought, because you felt truly free only when you married Tobirama and left the village.

With a false wish to rest well, you spent the night hyperaware of the surroundings. Your old room brought memories you were not too fond of; the fake light aura that surrounded you, with all the soft and plush fabrics and luxurious ornaments made you feel sickly. You were often trapped in here, as your father explained it by protection and keeping you pure. A golden cage, an exclusive prison. He kept you out of the world, giving you no choice but to sneak out on your own to train or see people. If not for that, you'd probably go insane very quickly and as the time had passed, you were impressed with yourself that you remained the clarity of mind. You went through all of it, the many years of mental, violent training that were often close to break you down. Strict rules of your palace made you depressed in every meaning of this word; at one point you were too afraid to speak, you were frightened to look anyone in the eyes – even if it was just a servant of yours. Your life wasn't easy. The princess title covered all of it up, dressing your misery in fairy tale stories and glittering the dark path you had to walk through.

The next day began just as you expected. A breakfast, beautifully spread on the large, long table where you sat down facing your father, focusing on the food rather than his demanding gaze that seemed to pierce right through your soul. He was displeased by your sight; you could tell that right away. Disgusted even.

"There are stories that reach our ears," he began; the annoyance apparent in his voice even though you could tell he was trying to sound calm. The tension in the air was thick and heavy, palpable enough to make you feel suffocated.

"Regarding...?”

"Regarding your behavior in Konoha. Rumors have it, you're serving the society of the village. You're quite liked in here, aren't you?" The question was rhetorical and during the speech, there was a few accents put onto certain words with the most apparent note of disgust that surrounded the word serving.

"That's a part of my duty, as of a wife to—"

"Cut the bullshit. As a wife, you should be at Senju's feet. Do you not know how a marriage should look like?" Your father got up, slamming his fist on the table, knocking down glasses as your food bounced on the porcelain plate. That’s about it when it came to the breakfast. "I have given you up believing you're well prepared, but I see I was wrong. Can you imagine my disappointment, my shame when my people talk about your treatment to your husband?!"

"With all due respect, but Konoha has different vision on marriage and I fulfill my duties to the best of my abilities. My husband is—"

"Shut your mouth when I'm talking," he groaned, cutting you off yet again and you sighed, putting down the chopsticks. Peaceful breakfast wasn't what you’ve expected anyway. "You, acting all lovey-dovey with that man is an insult to our tradition, to our people. It's been almost a year and I was patient, hoping you'd realize your place, but as of now I don't see any other choice, than to put you in it myself."

"What does it even mean? Your superiority over me ended the day I was married off. Now the only person that can give me orders is Tobirama, not you, and he do not wish me to serve him."

"Spare your words until I lose control."

You shut up, wondering if it’s worth it to just leave the palace and get back to Konoha earlier. It would for sure make a fuss but if you were careful enough, you might not interrupt the negotiations that were taking place. Without a warning, two women entered the room, cutting your thoughts short as they grabbed you by the shoulders and dragged outside with force. You were aware of a place you were heading to. Little, closed house-like building, but small enough to fit one room and a small bathroom. It was like a basement even though it wasn’t underneath the ground. It was dark, with no windows. A prison your parent used to put you in to 'teach you a lesson'.

Your father wanted to break you, to plant the seed of fear in you that would bloom into your compliance to Tobirama later. That would push you down to the ground and make you stay at that level, so the Senju can tower above you. A wife that’s perfect, according to the misogynistic tradition of your land, is the one who’s humble and obedient, who doesn’t speak up and is afraid to do so. Woman’s role in the marriage was objectified – a woman was meant to speak when asked and be silent when she’s not, she was meant to keep her head low, mouth shut and legs open to fulfill the desires of her husband. To give birth to as many heirs as the man pleased to have. It looked like this for decades in your village and you happened to disagree with that from the youngest age, what saved you from an early marriage. You couldn’t be more thankful for the agreement between Yu and Konoha, but your father was far from happy.

When the doors closed, trapping you inside with two men you had seen for the first time, the terror began but you had no intentions of giving in. Not this time. When you were younger, you just took it – too afraid to show any fighting skills that you were learning in secret from the world, but now it didn’t matter. You fought the physical abuse for a day, but your body was weakened and you assumed it was something you were sneakily given during breakfast. It was everything but a surprise to you. Your father was known for his toxic behavior, as he would often poison you to weaken your reactions, and then ‘show you your place’. You should have known better to not eat or drink anything he’s giving you.

The nightmarish treatment of kicks and punches was something your body remembered but weaned from. It's been almost a year since you were beaten for the last time, as Tobirama kept you safe and warm in his embrace. The men didn't care about the marks that were appearing on your body. Your father will sooner or later inject you another one of his mixtures that make bruises invisible to the eye, but leaving the pain of them. It was a brutal ritual he often used to place you in order. Something you hated more than anything but had to learn to live with. Minozuki wasn't stupid, he knew he cannot leave any signs of abuse on you to prevent your husband from knowing as he suspected he wouldn’t be as grateful as he should be. But it was a service, your father thought – it was a favor he was doing towards the young Senju, because clearly he wasn’t able to discipline you himself.

The torture took two days, although for you it felt like eternity. There was little to no perception of time in a space with no daylight and no clocks. Every bone, every muscle hurt – even your hair and nails burned with pain. It'll go away, you told yourself, repeating it like a spell to push through it. Two days of the hell had already passed, meaning you’ll go home soon. Conveniently, you were expected to stay as long as the negotiations in Konoha are taking place, and there even was a delegation from your village, probably to make sure your husband is not leaving. Minozuki thought of everything – it wasn’t a coincidence that he invited you now. He knew damn well you’ll come alone.

“How’s my daughter doing?” Your father’s voice reached your ears from outside, where he met with your abusers to get reports on the progress. The door stayed open, but even if you’d want, you couldn’t escape now. Not when you were that weak, not when they were standing right behind the wooden entrance and especially not in your current state. You could taste nothing but blood, it coated your mouth and half of your face. You were coughing it out for god knows how long, something inside of you had to be damaged. Something had to be fractured enough to release a constant flow of red through your lips. For the nth time you felt like you’re gonna pass out, an exhaustion taking the best of you, the world spinning more and more right before your eyes.

“She’s stubborn,” one of the men responded, and the second agreed. Their voices were faintly hearable for you now, barely coming on top of the intense ringing in your ears. “At this rate she’ll have her bones broken but learn nothing.”

“So, change the tactic. Use every mean.”

“Yes sir.”

The change of tactic caught you off guard. Never before your father had a reason to use any kind of sexual abuse towards you, hence you couldn’t be prepared for that at all and at first, you couldn’t even tell what was happening. You were once again forced to swallow down a liquid in which another dose of drugs was dissolved. At this point, you were close to throwing it up as it forced down the blood back to your stomach. When it began taking over your body, you felt like you’re levitating. You were able to move, barely, but your limbs felt numb. You had no control over them, but your mind stayed intact. Aware of what was happening, you felt like you’re standing next to yourself, observing with no power to react. That out of body experience frightened you to the core, you never felt like this before.

And then, you were reminded of a mark on your body, that Tobirama left before you departed. It was one of those he used to teleport himself between places. He wanted to make sure you’re safe during the travel or your stay in the palace. He was well aware of how scared you were going there, even though you tried not to show it, you did your best to not worry him with your family issues. But he knew better, he made you promise you’ll use it if something’s wrong, so he can appear instantly and protect you, but you swore to yourself you won’t bother him. His job in Konoha was so important, you couldn’t bring him in just because you were kicked in the gut but when it got to you what was happening now, what your father meant by saying every mean, you got truly scared.

The men grabbed you, began tugging and jerking your body, as they were fighting with every last bit of power you had left to push them away. The intention was clear as they were pulling your clothes, ripping the seams, cutting the straps, revealing more and more of your skin, squeezing and slapping your body, groping everywhere. The feeling of disgust began overflowing your mind. Was that really what your own father allowed to happen? Before marrying you off he put so much effort into keeping you pure and now he was just okay with you being used in this dingy, dark cage? You couldn’t push them away; your body was too weak, your hands had no strength as they met the much larger bodies of your abusers. Biting your thumb open, you smeared the blood over the marking on your forearm, focusing every last bit of chakra that you had in there, alarming your husband.

In the middle of talking, Tobirama fell quiet. The feeling of your energy calling for him paralyzed him for a split second as he knew you wouldn’t use his marker if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. He knew you all too well to know you were too stubborn to call for him for as long as you can withstand whatever was happening and the thought of what pushed you to do so froze the blood in his veins. What on earth was happening in your village?!

“Tobirama?” Hashirama addressed the silence, looking up to his brother, immediately noticing something was wrong. Just as if Yugakure delegation noticed as well, they began asking more questions, aiming towards the younger Senju to distract him from the feeling but the hokage got up, dismissing his brother with a pat on the shoulder. “Let’s take a break.” Hashirama’s authoritative voice wasn’t up to any discussion and nobody dared to say a word.

You fought with all of your might, forcing yourself through the drugs, fueling your muscles with remains of your chakra just to move them, to push those men away from you. With a whine, you fell down to the ground, after being striked in the head but your body didn’t reach the floor. Appearing suddenly, a strong arm wrapped itself around you, situating you under the wall gently. Seeing the familiar face in front of you, you exhaled in relief. Tears rolled down your cheeks, the marking worked after all and you knew damn well that Tobirama would come and help you eventually, but to see how fast he reacted warmed your heart all over again.

Senju was enraged by the sight he was met with. Your body, partially undressed was covered in purple signs of abuse, in the red patterns of blood that was gushing out of your mouth and two men in front of you were trying to take advantage of the half-conscious state you were in. He had no idea why were you so barely present, but it wouldn’t surprise him if it was some kind of drug coursing through your system. Your father was nowhere to be found and the more he looked around, the more dried blood caught his attention. Furrowing his brows, he groaned in anger, easily beating down two offenders that dared to lay a finger on his wife and he wished to give them a bigger lesson, to make them suffer longer, to beat them harder, but all of that could wait. Now you were the top priority for him. Now he had to take you home, to safety.

“Hey,” he said, forcing himself to sound calmer than he was, as he squatted in front of you, swooping your body from the floor with such gentleness that you barely felt any pain.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” you muttered, leaning into the familiar scent of his neck. Even though you were barely registering the world around you, fighting with your own perception, you would recognize him everywhere. In a matter of second you were back in Konoha, in your own bathroom and the light of it made you squint and whine against Tobirama’s shoulder.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and you’ll rest, alright?” He spoke softly and his deep, caring voice soothed your nerves.

“You can go back to your duties, I can manage…” In hopes to reassure your husband, you tried to stand on your legs but as soon as your weight landed on them, you began to fall. It’s only thanks to the protective embrace around you that you didn’t reach the tiles.

“I’ll stay with you as long as you need me to. Please accept my help and don’t worry about the negotiations. The most important parts of it are already sealed, my brother can deal with the rest alone.”

With a nod, you draped your heavy arms around his shoulders, melting into his large body, into the safety of him. Everything hurt you, the pain felt unbearable just a second ago, but such close contact with Tobirama made It worth pushing through.

“I love you more than my own life, Tobirama,” you whispered against his chest, pressing your lips right above where his heartbeat echoes. “I’m so grateful that you came, that you saved me before they—”

“Ssh, it’s okay, you are now safe with me,” he hushed you gently. He sounded calm, his tone was warm and he showed nothing but love and patience to you, but inside of him there was a storm raging. Not now, he reminded himself in his thoughts. His fingers were stroking your hair whilst the other hand kept a hold around your waist, keeping you up and standing. He could feel how weak you were, how little chakra was circling in your system – an effect of you using it constantly to fight back the assault. Tobirama prioritized you above everything else right now, but in his head, he already planned the visit to your homeland.

Those people, your father… they needed to learn why they don’t want any problems with him.

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[belit0]

Main Branch Alpha

Dark Hashi at some point.

Pairing: Alpha Hashirama x Omega Izuna

"It's that time of year again, Izuna..."

"Oh? Just what time is that, my dear mate?" And Hashirama knows the Uchiha is being sarcastic by the way his long tail swishes back and forth, denoting a feeling he learned to read after months of being with him.

Anger.

The Senju leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms, watching as his partner does dishes with a sudden rage which wasn't there before this conversation.

Even just watching his back, Hashirama can envision his Omega's scowl perfectly.

" We have discussed this many times, Izuna... it's not about you... I truly have no desire to hurt you and you know it..."

He riddled the tone of his voice with pleading, to make the Uchiha understand it is necessary for him to back off because his rut has arrived.

Alphas' rutting cycle is nothing special, but in Hashirama's case, it's a nightmare. For any offspring of the major branch in a clan, hormones released during rutting are overwhelming and violent, turning them into beings filled with a single need and a single goal.

To breed and fill their mate with their knot.

Hashirama was always reluctant to find a mate for this very reason, fear of himself during this fateful time of the year, but when Izuna presented as Omega and his scent grew exquisitely sweet, the beauty of that man delighted the Senju. 

Being physically smaller, with delicate and feline features, the Uchiha was quite the perfect match. And so it went. 

But Izuna never agreed to walking away when his Alpha was rutting.

His instinct was to help, assist, and please his Senju. The man is gigantic, with fine wolf-like features making him look intimidating when angry and adorable when happy.

The only thing Izuna wishes for is to be devoured by the crushing hunger of his Alpha in rut, but Hashirama forces him to retreat every time it happens and locks himself in the house they both share by himself for a month.

Having spent a lifetime with his Aniki, another Alpha from a main clan branch, Izuna knows the violence an individual can possess when that cycle arrives.

Aniki's own phase was always terrible, and Tajima compelled him to withdraw into the middle of the mountain, alone, so as not to hurt anyone until it was over.

Izuna knows what he is up against.

" Hashirama. There's no way I'm leaving this house because of what's to come. End of discussion."

"Okay... then I guess I can stay with Tobi in the meanti-”

"Don't you dare."

"But-"

"Don't. You. Dare."

The argument ends as Izuna exits the kitchen, swiping at the Senju with his tail and ears pinned to his head in a threatening stance. 

Hashirama feels the exhaustion of the all-too-familiar time of year creeping into his body, and would continue to argue were it not for the fact the bed looks so comfortable and pleasurable.

Next morning, Alpha wakes up next to his partner. Quietly and ignoring the pain all over his frame, he heads for the door, trying to make a break for it and get to his younger brother before something terrible happens. 

But no.

He finds all the exits have been sealed, techniques mimicking almost perfect motions Tobirama would have used himself. 

Exhaustion is too great for him to use his Mokuton or summon clones, the last moments of mental clarity fading as Hashirama laments the mess his Uchiha got himself into.

His body collapses in front of the door and causes a loud sound as it hits the ground.

Izuna awakens from the crash, confused when his mate is not beside him in bed. 

He is quick to find him passed out in front of the door, and a sense of triumph overcomes him when realizing his seals stopped him.

Kneeling down beside him, he moves the hair from his face and smiles at the calm expression his mate wears.

"Hashi? Hashi? Are you all right? Let's get you to bed-"

There is no way to finish the sentence as the words catch in his throat, a huge hand gripping his hair and squeezing tightly. Suddenly a nose is on his neck and inhales deeply, taking in the scent of the Uchiha entirely.

"Omega..."

The Senju is stronger and faster than normal, rising almost in a leap and dragging Izuna into the room while holding him by the hair.

Uchiha screams from the pain and holds his partner's wrist, trying to break free. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to stick around to watch his Alpha rut.

He throws him onto the bed in a messy manner, landing unprecedentedly over his belly.

When the Omega feels he has a chance of escape, a series of endless branches clouds all of that, slipping down his legs, tearing his clothes in their wake. Izuna is restrained by his partner's own technique and is left completely vulnerable to his eyes.

Bed sinks where his feet have been bound, and Izuna knows Hashirama is kneeling between his thighs.

No part of his body can move as he presses his chest against the mattress, his legs separated by the branches imprisoning him.

Senju’s nose buries between his legs and sniffs, scenting like the wolf he is as his more primal instincts take possession of him.

“ No heat...”

And Izuna would have replied something to that, except suddenly his Alpha’s fangs sink into his thigh, so close to his core that panic completely overtakes him.

But an overwhelming feeling of warmth and need and pure arousal quickly replaced such terror. Suddenly all the Uchiha can think about is Alpha Alpha Alpha Alpha and his body boils to a hellish temperature.

Fear disappears completely as his ass rises into the air, kneeling on the bed as branches recoil from his legs. His hands despite being bound hold his tail, and it fully exposed his slit in the position Omegas used to display trust and desire to their Alphas.

Here there is no room for foreplay or time to prepare the other. The Uchiha’s channel is ready to receive what it suddenly desperately craves and instinct drives them both.

Hashirama’s grunts would have made him shudder if he were aware of the situation, but his body screams for the knot only his Alpha can give him.

The Senju is a clear image of a wolf as he hovers over his mate, leaning fully over the little Omega and digging his fangs into his neck. His claws find a place on the Uchiha’s hips and his Mokuton continues to restrain the latter’s ankles and wrists, helping to hold him in place despite his weight on him.

Hashirama’s member is even larger than normal during his rut, making his mate scream in desperation the moment he enters him.

His movements are frantic even though it is clear Izuna needs to adapt to this new size, but the Senju is not in his right mind to think about the welfare of the other, he has only one goal and that is breeding.

Uchiha’s arms have no strength to hold him, his body receiving the beast’s onslaught while moans of pleasure and pain escape from the depths of his being.

Knot is forming, larger and more invasive than ever before. Even in his false dizziness of heat, being devoured by his Alpha’s member, Izuna can feel that monstrosity growing and growing inside him, much more massive than it has never previously been.

The Uchiha could believe he is about to explode, his body moving in all directions under the titan’s solid grip holding him tight, when a fiery explosion happens within him and there are stars dancing in front of his eyes.

Moment is endless, Hashirama refusing to let go of his neck and the bleeding wound from his fangs hurting there, but nothing matters because the Omega is suddenly full and filled with the most precious and coveted liquid of its kind.

The Uchiha comes only from the sensation of his Alpha’s seed inside him, which overflows his interior and soils his thighs, staining the sheets and everything in its path.

The two remain hooked to each other for a few long minutes, Hashirama unwilling to let go of his mate’s neck. 

Alpha doesn’t regain consciousness at any point, but that’s okay, because Izuna knows he’ll at least enjoy the month he has left of this.

[hima-reads-and-writes]

My Fic Lists: Other Naruto

All of my other Naruto (various pairing and gen) fanfics are listed and linked below the cut.

Kakashi x Female OC

Supplemental Training

Rated E | No archive warnings apply (check tags)

Summary:  At Jiraiya's insistence, Kakashi learns the art of seduction, as well as how to keep his inner demons at bay.

A Konoha Brothel story.  

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Respite

Rated E | No archive warnings apply (check tags)

Summary:  When Kakashi wants to shed his shinobi skin, he turns to some specialized women. They expertly remind him of the man he is, offering a respite between agonizing ANBU missions.

A Konoha Brothel story.  

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An Uncomplicated Evening

Rated E | No archive warnings apply (check tags | also GenmaxFemale OC)

Summary:  Kakashi has recently been removed from the ranks of ANBU, and plagued with self-doubt at the prospect of teaching genin. Genma, as a member of the Hokage guard, has his own struggles when it comes to protecting the Sandaime. The two comrades join forces in an effort to escape their troubled thoughts, and embark on an evening free from the worries of their shinobi world.  

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KakaZabu (KakashixZabuza)

A Test

Rated E | No archive warnings apply (check tags)

Summary:  Loyalty is tested when Kakashi and Zabuza reconnect after they joined forces against Gato in the Land of Waves.  

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Rogue Acres Farm

Rated T | No archive warnings apply (on hiatus but not orphaned)

Summary: "Kakashi closed his eyes in concentration and when he reopened them, his Sharingan eye spun wildly. He uttered, 'Kamui,' and in the next instant, Zabuza felt himself pulled and twisted, caught in an invisible, swirling force.

As suddenly as it had come, it stopped, leaving Zabuza sprawled on his back on the ground. 'What the hell was that,' he rasped.

Kakashi ignored him, panting from the exertion of casting such a complex jutsu as his eyes searched their new surroundings. They had landed on the porch of an unlit house, with acres of unkempt fields as far as he could see.

The night air smelled sweeter and Kakashi pulled his mask down to breathe it in unfiltered. 'It worked,' he whispered in astonishment, 'we’re here.

''Where, exactly?' Zabuza gingerly got to his feet.

'Stardew Valley,' Kakashi smiled."

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ShikaTema (Shikamaru x Temari)

The Troublesome Genius*

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Shikamaru Nara maneuvers his way through the troublesome aspects of being a husband, father, and assistant to the Rokudaime.  

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Outmatched

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Shikamaru has a particular question for Temari on Christmas Eve; if only he can muster the courage to ask it.  

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Kagumo (Kaguya x Sakumo) & MinaKushi (Minato x Kushina)

Demons! What Could go Wrong?

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Team Minato's first day of training in this Naruto-Inuyasha crack crossover.  

Read on AO3

A Moonlit Halloween in Konoha

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Kushina agrees to take Minato's students trick-or-treating, and then to a Halloween party at the Hatake house. What could go wrong?  

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Fics With Various Other Pairings

From the Heart

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Pairing: YamaGen (Yamato x Genma)

Summary:  Yamato and Genma have a budding romance that blooms during a Shinobi Secret Santa gift exchange.  

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The Man’s Man

Rated E | No archive warnings apply (check tags)

Pairing: KakaKaka (Kakashi x his shadow clone)

Summary: Kakashi is an elite genius in the shinobi world, that's true. However, his social skills could use some work. He summons a clone to help him analyze his failings. Self-awareness and shenanigans follow.  

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Lucky Enough

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Pairing: KakaTobi (Kakashi x Tobirama)

Summary:  A close call for two of Konoha's elite ANBU brings them closer.  

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An Sealgair agus na Fia (The Hunter and the Deer)

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Pairing: ShikaSaku (Shikamaru x Sakura)

Summary:  A hunt leads Sakura into a cursed forest where she finds much more than game.  

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Hidden in the Leaves

Rated M | No archive warnings apply (on hiatus but not orphaned)

Pairing: Sakumo x Female OC

Summary: What if Sakumo survived?

This is his story, as imagined if he lived to watch his son's progress in the shinobi world. Follow along as he questions where his loyalty lies, his relationship with his son is tested, and as he unravels the mystery of what happened to his wife.

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Synergy

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Poly: KakaYamaIru (Kakashi x Yamato x Iruka)

Summary:  Kakashi's mind wanders during a meeting with Iruka and Tenzō.  

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No Signs of Stopping

Rated E | No archive warnings apply (check tags)

Pairing: KakaGen (Kakashi x Genma)

Summary:  Kakashi and Genma are caught in a blizzard while on a mission together, and the fun begins when the games end.  

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Comfort & Coffee

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Pairing: KakaIru (Kakashi x Iruka)

Summary:  Kakashi has a habit of buying souvenirs for his boyfriend, Iruka, but this time he struck gold, and not even a blizzard could stop him from hurrying home.  

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Kumade Toriichi Arc (series of 3 gen fics):

The Copy Ninja

Rated G | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Long before he acquired the Sharingan, Kakashi had his own fair share of troubles with another copy nin of the Leaf.  

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The Genin Gaffe

Rated G | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Hiruzen Sarutobi assigned a mission to Kumade Toriichi erroneously, and he enlists Minato's help to cover his mistake before there are long-lasting consequences to Kakashi Hatake's reputation.  

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Team Minato’s Mix-up

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  The continuing saga of Kumade Toriichi. This time, Kakashi's teammates are drawn into his nightmare.  

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Other Naruto Gen (no pairing) Fics

For My Son

Rated G | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Sakumo Single-Father-no-Jutsu's his way through his son's birthday party.  

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Fathers and Sons

Rated G | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  During a playdate between the Maito and Hatake families, Sakumo and Dai share tips and tricks on single-parenthood-no-jutsu, while their sons strengthen their bond.  

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Keeping Busy

Rated T | No archive warnings apply (check tags)

Summary:  A snippet of Shikamaru's transition into life after the Fourth Shinobi War.  

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The Wonder of it All

Rated G | No archive warnings apply

Summary: Days passed until a week had gone by. Obito, perplexed by the mystery that troubled Kakashi, went in search of a solution and Kisame. He found both sitting at the edge of the sea.

“He’s done so much, for so many. I wish we could find a way to help him gain back even a little of what he’s lost,” Kisame spoke their thoughts aloud.

“I want to grant Kakashi’s wish, but I have no idea how to,” Obito shared his frustration.

“Are we in agreement then that we will try?” Kisame turned sharply to his friend.

“Yes, of course,” Obito assured, “but where do we even begin?”

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Shiranu hui

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  A myth about unknown fire and an unnamed man.  

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The Zen of Tenzō

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  In the era of peace, Tenzō wishes to claim some of it for himself, and he retires from shinobi life in order to pursue it. Follow the journey of his first year in robes in this series of parables.  

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Wheel of Fortune

Rated T | No archive warnings apply

Summary:  Danzo's world is shadowed, secretive, and carefully crafted. However, mysterious Chiyo and her tarot cards threaten his planned existence with one word about his future.  

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Rocket Man

Rated T | No archive warnings apply (implied Kaguya x Skaumo)

Summary:  Obito volunteers to be a pollster, and surveys an eccentric Sakumo.  

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