#Mada/Tobi/Izu

[pachu09]

Modern Setting, still had powers, A/B/O, Allusions to kidnapping, Mada/Tobi/Izu, horrified Uchiha Clan.

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The Uchiha’s made a surprised visit to Madara and Izuna’s shared Home. Tajima had been worried about his sons ever since their proposal to court and wed Senju Butsuma’s second son was harshly denied. It had been two years since that biggest failure and Tajima had to admit he had been too busy with their businesses to ask personally about his sons feelings.

But no more silence and half hearted excuses, its time that he'd be involved in his sons life again.

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One day, Madara was unimpressed that his Family made a surprise visit to his and Izuna’s home. Imagine to their surprise when Madara opens the door, he's carrying a child that looks exactly like someone they all know.

The collective Uchiha that stood in front of Madara’s front door blinked in shock.

" Oh, Madara..Why does he looked like, Tobirama–san?!. " Tajima frowned with a disapproval. He eyed the boy's white spiky hair with trepidation. Akira, the eldest of the Tajima’s children only squinted his eyes – a sign that he found that statement ridiculous. 

" Did you hire a surrogate to make them pregnant , with Tobirama–san's child? " Kimiko a distant cousin, glared. Kazuya and Haruka ( the youngest of Tajima’s children ) smirk gleefully " That's quite on another level of desperation, Dara!. " The other Uchiha cackled at the Twins mean remark.

Madara sighed and stared up at the ceiling. The little one flashes his bright Rinnegan eyes at the Uchihas making most of them flinched in surprise. Tajima had to sucked in a sharp breath...how did Madara’s child gain their legendary Dojutsu without their Clan knowing about it?.

" Go away!, Daddy and I don't want whatever your selling!. " Madara smiled at his son. The Uchihas are amused and unsettled at the gal of the little Alpha. " and we don't want to join your stupid religion!. " the little one snarled cutely.

Akira cackled gleefully, Tajima bit his lips hard in order to stop the coo building up in his throat, Kimiko, looks constipated and the remaining Uchihas laughs uproariously at the child's cute posturing.

Madara sigh, his lips twitching indicating he's suppressing his laughter. He set the child down and softly patted his little butt. " Run back to Mommy, Obito. I'm sure he's pretty lonely in our bed. Won't you protect Mommy while I'm gone?. " ( You have a secret Wife?! Kimiko whisper/yelled ) The toddler nodded his head seriously and gave one last adorable Rinnegan glare at their surprise guests. 

And the Uchihas merely wave a hand at the disgruntled child.

But before Obito could enter the bedroom again, a person emerge from behind the door Madara's guarding. And the Uchihas frown when they saw who it is.

" Papa!. " Obito excitedly toddled towards his other Alpha parent?. Izuna easily scoop up the excited toddler in his arms. " Turned off your Rinnegan, Obito. You wouldn't want Mommy to be upset again, would you?. " Obito shook his head in reply and within one blink and the next his Rinnegan was turned off.

" Papa?. " Tajima looked between his sons who stared back at him blankly. " Where is his other parent?. " The Uchihas scowled as the brothers remain tight lipped.

" Mommy still sleeping?. " Obito patted Izuna's cheek. The Alpha kisses the toddler on his cheek making the child squeal happily. " Hmm...yes, your baby sister's asleep too...why don’t you go back to bed so Mommy and Yuki chan won't be lonely?. " Obito squeak as he's put down on the floor again. Izuna swiftly opens the bedroom door for the toddler to slip through.

Tajima’s eyes widen as his Sharingan eyes sees for a fraction of a second — Senju Tobirama sleeping on a giant bed. The man's thin wrists are adorned with thick Chakra suppression bracelets. His long pale neck wore an expensive collar that flashes Fuinjutsu letterings in the dark room....all the while another toddler girl slept peacefully on his chest.

The last scene his Sharingan recorded before the bedroom door closes — is his Grandson; little Obito...carefully snuggling beside his heavily sleeping Mother.

Horrified silence reign as Tajima and the rest of the Uchiha stared petrified at Madara and Izuna.

" What have you done, my sons!. Have you lost your Goddamn minds!. " Tajima whispered aghast. Akira stood rigidly beside him, his eldest son looked one second away from pounding his little brothers into dust. Even Kazuya and Haruka looked sick at what all of the Uchihas witnessed.

Madara and Izuna merely smirked arrogantly. " What you should have done, Father. We just made sure that Tobirama will be Ours. Its not our Fault that Butsuma is a hard headed asshole and refuse to give us what we are owed. "

Needless to say, this is not what Tajima had in mind for their Family reunion.

#Mada/Tobi #Izu/Tobi #Mada/Tobi/Izu #a/b/o dynamics #allusions to kidnapping #uchiha family reunion gone wrong

[domoz]

are you normal or do you spend your evenings plotting out a three part interconnected fic series for your very niche ships

#its hashi/mito/izu -> tobi/hika -> mada/hika/tobi #like its in my HEAD i can SEE IT . why do i have to write it before everyone else can tho. fucked up. #terrible horrible no good very bad blog

[elhnrt]

mada>tobi<izu

#elhnart #madatobi #izutobi #nsft #hope u all like my sandwich

[asukaskerian]

tagged by @adiduck uh, last week? >.>;;;

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

i tag basically everyone who reads this. it's a great and fun idea! do eeeeet.

#writing meme #make asuka write again 2023

[denialcity]

to accept the will of heaven (4/?)

by @denialcity​ and @firecoloredwater​; beta’d by @silverutahraptor

2416 words, unconventional red eyes are blessed AU, gen, Izuna-centric, Mada&Izu, Tobi&Izu, Uchiha traditions/religion worldbuilding

Chapter specific warnings: offscreen corporal punishment, family angst, so much Uchiha lore, populating the Uchiha clan with our OCs for plot and profit

(Blessed Sacrifice au tag on tumblr) (read on Ao3) (chapter 1) (chapter 3)

Chapter 5 will be posted on June 10!

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The signature Uchiha battle coats are well known for their fire resistance and heat protection. Less well known is their resistance to piercing or slashing weapons: under the outer layer is a tightly woven metallic mesh that is both flexible and strong which gives the coats enough structure for the high collar to stand tall and protect the neck. On the inside is embroidery, a beautiful secret, distinguishing each coat from the rest and from forgeries. There are only three master coatmakers alive, and to have a new coat is a rare honor, as most of the masters' time is dedicated to repairing coats that were damaged during missions or battles.

The names of all previous owners are stitched into the lining, and the first owner for whom the coat was made always has their name and the deed with which they earned the coat embroidered on the inside lapel above the heart. Anyone inheriting a coat must learn its history, know his predecessors and honor them, so they will watch over him. Before he left the Uchiha, the battle coat Izuna wore was one which Madara had outgrown. Before Madara it had been worn by their eldest brother Takami, and before him Tajima-sama had worn it. The coat was one of the oldest in the clan, with over two dozen owners, all the way back to Uchiha Mae, second generation of the head family. For three days and three nights, she rode forth and argued for their dead before enemy clan leaders in their own tents. Her martial prowess, bravery and wisdom left the enemy no choice but to admire her, and out of respect they swore to always return or cremate the bodies of the Uchiha.

"Madara," Izuna says as they look at the row of white coats hanging on the wall. "How will I know the lineage? The yomotsu-shikome don't have lineage songs. And they aren't in the family record." 

Madara tosses his head. He's starting to keep his hair long and loose, like Mother and Meguru had, but Madara's hair isn't sleek and straight and heavy like theirs had been. His is wild and coarse, like Tajima-sama's, who keeps his cropped short. Instead of a sleek dark waterfall with a high white shine to it like a raven's wing, Madara's hair is a shaggy mop that falls past his collarbones. 

"I'm sure someone wrote something down," he says, tilting his head towards the shelf full of books and scrolls and papers. "And if not, I'll ask around back home. Let's see if anything fits you first." 

Madara can't reach much higher than Izuna, but he's not shy at all about walking up the walls to take battle coats down one after another, until they've gone through all six that look a little close to Izuna's size. The second fits best, only a little too large, and Izuna lays it out carefully so he can study the embroidery while Madara hangs the rest back up.

On the back lining is Izanami-no-ookami standing tall and commanding amid brilliant flames. A yomotsu-shikome stands before her, all in white, faceless behind a veil. On the inside lapel it says: Miyu. For preserving the honor of the Uchiha before the gods. Her bravery, sacrifice and service are honored in turn by the Uchiha, who pray for her safety and the swift return of the Blessed Sacrifice in her keeping. 

There are no other names anywhere on the battle coat, no matter how hard Izuna looks. Does that mean no one else ever wore it? Or that yomotsu-shikome aren't supposed to add their names to a battle coat they intend to wear? They were all dead, that could change the rules…

Izuna can see the marks where the coat was repaired. They're subtle, but Izuna knows what to look for, and this battle coat has been repaired a lot. Miyu couldn't have put it through all that by herself, could she?

"Just one name?" Madara says over Izuna's shoulder. "That won't be hard, then."

Sitting back on his heels, Izuna turns so he can look at Madara. "What if I'm not supposed to add my name?"

Madara stares. "What?"

"There's only the one name," Izuna explains. "And lots and lots of repairs. And yomotsu-shikome are dead. What if others <i>did</i> wear it, and they just didn't add their name to the coat, so I won't know?"

Madara stares at Izuna for another long second, then looks down at the coat. "That doesn't make sense," he decides. "If they didn't add their names, you can't be expected to know them. So we only have to find out about Miyu."

"I need to know," Izuna insists. "Do any of the other coats have a second name?"

They do. Madara looks annoyed about climbing back up to check, but he finds coats with a second and sometimes third name added, even though a third of them only have the name of the wearer the coat was made for.

"It's a waste," Madara grumbles. "People could wear these."

Izuna frowns. He doesn't have words for why that's wrong, like how hanging the laundry out at night or having open umbrellas in the house are wrong, but he doesn't want to argue with Madara about it. "I can wear them. Once I know the lineages."

"…That's a good idea." A thoughtful look crosses Madara's sideways face. "There are so many here, you could pick a second to claim, in case—"

"No!"

Madara stares. He looks funny, sideways on the wall, shaggy hair hanging down and mouth open in shock from Izuna's shout, but it's not enough to drown out Izuna's horror at the idea.

No one is allowed to have a second battle coat. No one. They weren't things that you could just have as a spare, without the time and dedication to give the lineage the respect it demands. Taking a second battle coat as his own would be even worse than wearing one that wasn't properly passed on to him. Izuna shakes his head wordlessly.

"…Alright," Madara says, and he jumps down from the wall. "Let's try to find Miyu."

Izuna nods.

Madara walks briskly to the rows of shelves, taking the candle with him. Following more slowly, Izuna stifles a yawn. As the horror drains away he feels tired, worn out and aching. His arm is the worst but all the burns from the funeral and bruises from the fight ache too.

He isn't going to complain though. Not when he can rest his head against Madara's arm as Madara looks through the shelves and starts pulling out journals one-handed. 

It's very slow going, using only one arm and sometimes nearly setting the books on fire. Realizing this, Madara sets the candle down and goes through the shelves methodically, pulling out each book or scroll, opening it, and then putting almost all of them back. The ones he keeps out he tries to hold with the hand Izuna is leaning on, then pins against his side with his elbow, until Izuna takes them to hold himself.

They have five books in Izuna's hands when Madara freezes, halfway through the second shelf. Izuna lifts his head to look at the cover. "Is it about Miyu?"

"No," Madara says, without moving. "This—is Mother's. Her diary."

Instantly Izuna is awake, leaning forward to see. 

"Read it!" Izuna urges, and tugs Madara down, careful not to drop any books. They both lay belly-down on the tatami beside the candle, heads together over the small journal.

The journal is small, not as age-worn as the others. On the inside front cover, Madara shows him Mother's yomotsu-shikome name, Izumi. The kanji looked bubbly and warm in Mother's big, slightly bunched up handwriting, round and curling into each other at the edges.

The first entry is about a month after she became yomotsu-shikome. 

Every yomotsu-shikome before me has seemed to benefit from keeping a journal. They write about things forbidden to us, but in this ink we pretend no one will hear us, and yet we are heard. So I can write about how I miss them, my Tajima-san, my poor Kunimi, my Takami and my Meguru, my Madara and my Kaname. 

Madara stops, teeth bared and eyes squeezed shut. Izuna puts his cheek against Madara's shoulder. 

"I miss her," Izuna says quietly. They had both been close to Mother, who had loved them fiercely with what little time she had off the battlefield.

"Me too," Madara admits freely, tears in the corners of his eyes. "I miss all of them."

Izuna can't claim the same.

Takami and Meguru had been ambushed and killed together just two years ago. Madara had been close to them, and still keeps Takami's gloves in his room, waiting for the day his hands are big enough to wear them. As heir and second, Takami had never had time for "the baby," and Meguru rarely had. Kunimi, Izuna's twin, older only by minutes, had been killed by bloodline hunters when they were two years old. Izuna only knows about him from the stories and sharingan memories the others shared, and the refrain of: he died protecting you, you have to do your best to honor him, alright? 

Thankfully, Madara doesn't try to talk about their dead brothers anymore; he just scrubs his face with his sleeve, trying to be discreet and pass it off as brushing his hair away from his face before going back to the journal. He flips through it a bit more, but it's clearly too much for him. He reads in broken pieces, a sentence at a time before he has to scrub tears out of his eyes again, to keep them from falling on the pages or blurring his vision. Izuna is glad when he closes the journal and turns to pull Izuna close, hugging him tight. Izuna shifts to hug back awkwardly with one arm, and buries his face in Madara's collarbones. 

"I'll take care of you," Madara promises in a harsh whisper. His tone is fierce and it sounds like a promise made before the gods, except Madara doesn't care about even the gods this much. "I'll make this right." 

Madara stays until dawn, and even then Izuna has to shoo him on his way.

When Tajima-sama and Madara make their second official visit two days later, every movement Madara makes is stiff and careful, but Tajima-sama brings books and enough medicine for three people, and from the beginning to the end of the offering ritual, Madara smiles.

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Izuna goes through all the books and scrolls the next day. There are a few novels and a few more jutsu scrolls, but almost all of them are journals. He finds a second journal of Mother's, half empty, and sets it carefully with the first in his room.

Miyu left twenty-seven journals, more than any other yomotsu-shikome. It would take Izuna weeks to read them all, so he takes the first volume and sits on the engawa while he reads.

Miyu was fifteen when she became yomotsu-shikome, and her first entry is from the very next day, angrily declaring that she'll succeed no matter what her younger brother said about her being too young. Izuna loves her immediately. Miyu isn't in the lineage songs but her brother became clan head, which makes her Izuna's aunt, five generations back. Most of the yomotsu-shikome will be Izuna's aunts, and it makes him want to figure out all of their identities, so he can place all his new relatives in relation to each other and himself.

After the first few entries Miyu's writing turns bubbly and cheerful. She wrote about traveling to find her Sacrifice—Izuna suspects he had been a runaway noble bastard of some sort—who wanted to be a traveling musician and see the world. They argued a lot at first, and Miyu's admiration for the beautiful landscapes and how well he played the shamisen were joined by her frustration that he refused to return to the Uchiha with her. But then Miyu got sick, and her Sacrifice cared for her as she recovered. After that, Miyu promised to follow and protect him instead of trying to bring him home, and they became best friends.

What a ridiculously powerful thing love is, Miyu wrote, and Izuna can hear the fondness even through ink. Nothing tastes good anymore unless it comes from his hand. He can barely cook rice without burning the bottom!

Izuna wants that. The Uchiha have lots of similar stories: the couple so in love that neither could enjoy any other song but what their love sang, parents who could tolerate no one's touch except their child's, brothers who were strong and joyous when together and bedbound from heartsickness when apart.

Miyu wrote about how her Sacrifice's laughter danced with the firelight in a camp in the mountains. Izuna longs to have the same.

He can do it. He's yomotsu-shikome just like Miyu oba-san, and he has a Sacrifice. Izuna can have a friendship just like that, someday. He just needs to convince Tobirama.

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As soon as Izuna finishes reading the first journal, he takes Miyu-san's coat to the shrine. 

He remembers the small ceremony when he took the hero Mae-sama's coat from Madara after Madara had outgrown it. It had been simple, in their own home one evening, with Father and Mother as witnesses. Madara's face had been full of pride and love as they faced each other and Izuna bowed to his elder brother. 

Now, he stands and scans the name tablets until he finds Miyu's. Looking at it, he bows, back flat and parallel to the ground, and modifies the words.

"Miyu-san," Izuna says. "I am Izuna, son of Izumi, and I am yomotsu-shikome. Please lend me your battle coat and watch over me." 

He straightens and then bows again to the array of name tablets once, twice. When he had taken over Mae-sama's coat from Madara, he had bowed to Mother and Father. 

"Please witness that Izuna takes the battle coat from his predecessor, Miyu." 

Father and Mother had praised him with a simple "good" and a smile. The name tablets stand silent in the shade amid the wafting incense.

The white battle coat is on the table, where he had folded it neatly, and Izuna carefully takes it with two hands, letting the heavy fabric drape across the back of his fingers. 

"I'll take good care of it," Izuna promises the dead.

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A/N: The dead brothers (whom we have customised to the point they're our OCs, but they have too much personality and live not just rent-free but we are paying them rent via 60k+++ of original fic with them front and centre), can be found in the (everybody lives au) tag but warning that they’re problematic assholes: Eldest/ 1st brother, heir: Takami 鷹巳 (hawk, the 6th earthly branch/snake in the zodiac/ already) 2nd brother, raised to support the heir: Meguru 運 (luck/destiny) (sometimes also called Hako— the alternate reading of the kanji that sounds like a mountain to follow the founders era Uchiha naming trend, his nickname within the family) 4th brother, older twin to Izuna: Kunimi 国美 (national, beauty)

Battle coat ancestors Mae 舞恵 (dance, blessing/favour/graciousness) Yomotsu-shikome 泉結 Miyu (fountain. marriage) — her Uchiha name was 結子 Yuiko (marriage, child [a common kanji for girls' names])

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(Blessed Sacrifice AU tag on tumblr)

Prologue fic: (in the beginning) (on Ao3)

This fic: (read on Ao3) (chapter 1) (chapter 3)

Next chapter on June 10th!

#uchiha izuna #uchiha madara #blessed sacrifice au #made in denialcity #naruto founders #naruto fanfiction

[bishoukun]

Akshdhdjaa I AM SO TORN BETWEEN TOBIRAMA AND KAKASHI IDK WHAT TO DOOO

on one hand, no matter how much i vote for tobirama he prolly wont win. In that case, votes wasted. Kakashi actually has a fair chance of winning

Oh, I know!! I honestly hope Rin would get the team and Izu would get Tobi and Mada!! So I must choose both!!

[uzumakinomegami]

The Red Ghost Of The Swirl

“Long ago, there lived a young maiden by the name of Uzumaki Mito. She was a beautiful lady who captured the attention of any unfortunate male who laid his eyes on her. Her clan lived strong on an island surrounded by unruly waves and dangerous whirlpools, ones that they learnt to navigate like the backs of their hands. She was the daughter of the head of the clan who hated her very existence. He wanted an heir, a son, but he got a daughter instead. Having an heir that is a daughter is a great disgrace and would damage his clans reputation. His wife was once again pregnant and they knew this would be a son. However, Mito still lived and she would take over the clan one day instead of her brother, sullying the name of the Uzumaki forever. Her father hatched a plan for the girl, he would send her off to be married to head of their then allies the Uchiha. This way, when his son grew old enough, he could take over the Uzumaki clan while she was bound to the Uchiha forever. She set off days before her eighteenth birthday but never arrived to wed her betrothed. You see, her father was a sneaky man who held his daughter in such high contempt that he would stoop to murder to get rid of her. So that is what he did. On the night of the third of May, a night that saw the Uzumaki heiress enjoying her birthday, he sent his assassins after her. They arrived in darkness and waited until she stepped outside the inn to catch a breath and enjoy the crisp night air before they struck. She didn't stand a chance against them as they tied her up, picked her up and took her deep into the woods bordering the battlegrounds of the Senju and the Uchiha. There, they brutally slaughtered the young lady and left her there to rot, knowing that no one would find her to save her life. She died there in that forest, alone and frightened. Her spirit now wanders between the trees, her once beautiful features twisted in anguish, her clothing bloodied and torn. The Uchiha broke their alliance with the Uzumaki, forever vowing to slaughter any they came across for they promised the girls hand to their leader then went against their promise. The Uzumaki joined sides with the Senju instead and Mitos very existence was erased from history, leaving her nameless and faceless as she wanders the forest alone. Most people cannot see her and those who can often die soon after. Some can see her and can hear her but they cannot help her for they soon lose their memories of seeing her and they never return to that forest, believing there to be some kind of demon among the trees. In rare cases, people who can see, hear, touch and help her exist but they are never close enough to understand her plight and are often killed before they can meet her, those people are known as her guardians. Now fate has graced us with 4 guardians who each hold a good heart and a sharp mind. These 4 are the only ones who can save her soul now, for they must find her body and bury it so that she may finally be free from the forest. She has promised to aide whomever it is that finds her body and buries it, for they have done what she has always known to be impossible.” The book was closed by tanned hands and placed in the lap of the male, his 4 sons sat around him as he told them this tale. Butsuma Senju gazed at each of his son's faces with neutrality. Each child's face bore their emotions as plain as day, even the usually reserved Tobirama. It was a tale that Butsuma knew to be true, having heard of her from his father before he died. She had truly been a gorgeous maiden who met a brutal end. "How did they know how she died, father, if the assassins did it in secret?" Came the voice of his eldest, a curious child indeed. Butsuma turned his gaze onto his eldest only, "The Uzumaki clan head stated that his daughter had been killed on her way to marry her betrothed soon after her killing and had revealed on his death bed how it was he instructed his assassins to murder her. We know only the basic details on her murder but if anyone was to find her, we could know the truth of her death." Glancing at the sky outside, the father stood and tucked the book under his arm, "It is time for bed, children. Goodnight." Then he left, his sons staring after him in horror. No person should meet their end like that only to be left to rot. It haunted them even as they drifted off to sleep.

#(Words On A Page That Rhyme So Sweetly: Drabble) #(Wandering Broken And Alone Among Trees Without Hope: Ghost!AU) #[Oh dear...] #[It got long and I'm so sorry...] #[But yeah... This is it] #[If you cannot tell... Hashi Mada Tobi and Izu are those guardians I spoke of] #[Hehe...] #[Also. Her body hasn't rotted at all and it just looks like she's asleep if they ever find her] #[Putting her before them now] #[I've tried to make a reason as to why the Uchiha may not like the Uzumaki] #[And the man she was set to marry was Tajima Uchihas father so Mada and Izus grandpa]

[raendown]

I just read your Tobirama is afraid of beards drabble. ;) I laughed so much that almost fall off from my bed. This really made me smile. And Madara... He won’t grow beard because it would end up with his sex life as dry as a Desert in the wind country. :D. But persuade Izuna. Haha. I would really love a sequel on this though. I am keep wondering Izuna with beard and Tobirama’s reaction to it. Or whe Izu found out, Mada’s Intention... revenge... Izu told Tobi of what Mada afraid of?

“You’re a dirty rotten traitor; a good for nothing; a smearon the good name of siblinghood!”

Madara sat up a little taller, thrilled by his brother’swords. Then he leaned down to pat Izuna on the head where the younger man wascurled in a little ball to hide underneath his desk.

“There, there. I’m sure he won’t actually kill you. He’sprobably too uncomfortable to get close enough to you to do it.” He snickeredat his own joke, ignoring the snarl Izuna gave him in response. Convincing hisbrother to grow a beard had been only too easy and twice as fun since no oneseemed to suspect the real reason he’d done it.

Getting a good laugh at his boyfriend had been entertaining,yes, but getting revenge on Izuna by siccing Tobirama on him in a roundaboutmanner was the real prize. An Uchiha never forgets and he had sworn he wouldget what he was owed the last time Izuna left itching powder in his underweardrawer. Now he was reaping the rewards of patience. Whatever punishment he gotfrom his partner for this was definitely more than worth it.

Madara yelped when stubby fingers pinched at his ankle,twisting the skin left exposed when he forgot to put on his wrappings thismorning. He’d wanted to get to the office before Tobirama so he could havefront row seats for when his boyfriend caught first sight of Izuna’s new beard.It was the single most glorious way he had ever started off his morning in hislife. He had no words to describe the snarl that left Tobirama’s mouth butIzuna’s high pitched squeal would feature in his happiest dreams for months tocome.

“This is your fault,” the gremlin under his desk accused.“You have to take responsibility and hide me so I don’t end today in a bodybag.”

“Not a chance.”

“Traitor!”

“Absolutely. If he comes in here looking for you the firstthing I am going to do is point under the desk. Do you think he can’t feel yoursignature under there?” Madara snickered some more until he yelped again whenhe received a second pinch.

Izuna shoved one arm out to reveal a small slip of white paperon his arm. “I stole one of his chakra suppressing seals. He can’t feelanything from me.”

“Hmm. Interesting.” With a grin evil enough to make childrenweep Madara reached down and peeled the seal off in one rip. “Oops, how clumsyof me.”

“Brother no!”

Immediately they both froze as Tobirama’s voice rangthroughout the tower. “IZUNA!”

“You’d better run. I saw him stalking through the hallsearlier with a straight razor and I’m not entirely sure if it was meant foryour cheeks or your throat.”

“Gack!

“Bye bye, little brother.” Madara watched him scramble outfrom under the desk with a wide smile on his face, unbothered that his chairwas nearly toppled over in the rush.

He was still smiling ten seconds later when Izuna wasalready gone and Tobirama stormed in to the room instead brandishing a straightrazor in one hand and a maddened look in his eye that usually stayed within theconfines of his laboratory. Both of them froze and stared at each other for along moment, Madara doing everything in his power to quell the smirk on hisface but failing miserably.

“You realize I am coming for you next,” his boyfriend toldhim in a low voice.

“Indeed I do.”

Tobirama spun around to leave and Madara gave in to the urgeto cackle very quietly. He knew that look. His boyfriend might be mad now butMadara had a feeling he was very much going to enjoy his so called ‘punishment’when it came. Still chuckling, he made a mental note to make sure they hadenough nylon rope at home and pulled his chair forward to get back to work.

#rae writes #madatobi #madara #tobirama #izuna #fanfiction

[pachu09]

Sneak peak for my Summon AU Fic. Future Mada/Tobi/Izu, Future SasuNaru and Established KakaObi.

Academy Student Naruto idiotically tried invented handseals for a summoning technique. He'd show that bastard Sasuke that he can summon anything he wants to. Hopefully, after the end of the day he'll even managed to earn a contract from a majestic summoning beast!.

Twenty failures later and in a fit of frustration he managed to unconsciously used the Kyuubi's Chakra and out popped the most gorgeous Kitty he had ever seen in his young life. Its spotted white fur looked so fluffy Naruto cannot wait to cuddle with him!.

" Hi.! " Naruto excitedly chirped at the big white Kitty in front of him. The giant cat tilted its head to the side and regarded Naruto with its eerie red eyes. It cautiously sniff Naruto's face making the little blond giggle. " Hello, little one. Why have you summon me?. " Naruto, ( instead of answering the mysterious beast he summoned ) — in a fit of excitement tried to jump onto the back of his new Summon. The big cat exasperatedly nudges his small bottom so he can effectively clamber onto its enormous back.

#madatobi #izutobi #madatobiizu #sasunaru #kakaobi #uchiha madara #uchiha izuna #senju tobirama #uchiha sasuke #uzumaki naruto #hatake kakashi #uchiha obito #summoning au #little naruto needs a Summon ASAP

[domoz]

#if i give myself the timelimit of a poll maybe i will finish the thing thats stopping me working on these #PLUS. knowing what ppl are interested in which is motivating its own way #PLUS PLUS polls are fun and interesting #tbh theres more than what is here but these are the ones that are most fleshed out #naruto blog for naruto things #oops!no writing tag

[asukaskerian]

Monthly word count - march

TOTAL: 3 025 sigh. yeah, unsurprised.

POSTED: i DID post something!!!!! -naruto: mada/tobi/izu ABO cherry wine: days on a wire chapter 9 (2 380 words)

IN PROGRESS: -bleach: bloodsport chapter idk (448 words) -bleach arranged marriage AU that is based on one of my ofics and stalled HARD. :/// (197 words)

... i stg i can NOT write if i'm not writing for someone. otherwise it just stays in my head until i forget.

-- bloodsport -- "Ah! It's señorito Antenor!"

"Hi sir!" "Hi little boss!" "Hi--"

Luppi came to a dead stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Charlotte guffawed. In between two layers of fence, a pack of teenagers hollered their greetings. Behind them was an empty lot -- basketball court? Tennis? -- on which some more teenagers galloped with enough aggressive vigor to make Ichigo feel decrepit.

Half of them had their horns out. 

Askin smiled, eyes crinkling. "Little boss?"

"Shut up. Who called me señorito, ah? Who had the balls to do that?"

The kids jeered, though with the air of people who wouldn't have if there hadn't been a fence.

How odd. It didn't look like the kind of area Luppi and his porcelain doll looks could be from.

The streets had none of the wavy hallmarks of the hotel's architecture. Minimalist straight lines dominated, but the inhabitants seemed to have gone full vendetta with the paint instead, layers of garish red straight over peeling layers of teal, bold but sloppy designs, straight out graffiti...

It wasn't a slum. Probably they were still too close to the rich areas. But it was run-down, messy. 

-- arranged marriage AU -- Grimmjow didn't know why he was still alive.

Pantera was gone from his side; taken away or outright put down he didn't know. Even in the next room over he could have felt her presence; but there was nothing but the white ceilings and the emptiness of the room echoing his pained breath back to him.

The bed would have been comfortable, if he wasn't shackled to it. Wrists, ankles, neck--

The bigger issue was that he couldn't move his legs.

No. No. he could feel the sheets against his toes; he could feel the padded metal chaining in down. (Somewhat. Distantly.) All at once, he strained -- abdominals screaming through clouds of painkillers, a muscle tear -- and his leg shifted an inch, from the hip, nothing lower responding. No, fuck, no--

"You're much too injured to be this wriggly," a woman's unimpressed voice told him, even before the door was all the way open.

Her familiar only made itself known when it ghosted up onto the end of the bed, entirely silent on oversized paws, tufted ears trained on him and head hunting-low. 

Grimmjow sneered, teeth bared, more at the girl than at the cat. 

#teaser #ABO quest

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - April

TOTAL: 4 889 words i had really good progress for two weeks and then fell assbackwards into the scum villain novel and have been obsessively reading fic since. it was fun so i'm banning myself from having unwriting guilt. not bad then for two weeks, i suppose. POSTED: nothin! IN PROGRESS -naruto - cherry wine - madatobiizu ABO (3 621 words) (bwehehe) -bleach pack fuckening ABO epilogue (884 words) (get wrecked mayuri) -bleach suburban OT4 (384 words) (plotted for the next part tho but it's angsty so i've been dragging my feet on committing to the ouch)

suburban ot4 -- "When do we have to leave?" Nelliel's words fall in the silence of the room like a rock in a well. A brief echo against the walls, and then swallowed entirely. They're in the kitchen, sitting at the table in -- oh, they have usual seats now. Grimmjow's favorite mug is on the drying rack. "Nel-chan," Hime says, looking up at her with wet eyes. Nelliel can't make herself reach out to take her hands, twisted together into painful shapes on her lap. Not yet, not before she knows. "Ichigo?" Ichigo's eyes are angrier than his wife's, but still just as helplessly lost. "He can't kick you out before the current lease ends. He just -- he can't, we had it in writing--" "Ichigo." "Two months. And a half. I have the date somewhere, let me just--" He starts ruffling through his folder. Nelliel places a hand on it, keeping the pages flat. When he looks up at her again she produces a smile. "That's pretty good." Orihime makes a small, wounded noise. Grimmjow says nothing at all. "It's plenty of time," she repeats. In two months and a half she'll be two weeks from her due date. "We'll be fine." -- bleach pack fuckening ABO -- Ichigo was just a normal human young adult. Lecturing a military leader of hundreds of people felt -- wrong. Disrespectful. They had centuries of tradition he knew nothing about, political and social pressure from places he had no idea about. It was easy to be idealistic. It wasn't his job to sort them out, so why was it his job? He tilted his head back, breathing deeply as he stared at the ceiling, and turned his hand in Rukia's grasp so he could grasp her back. Tight pressure, anchoring. Chad's hand on his other shoulder, gentle and warm. He'd killed Mayuri out of hand, and that part terrified him. That he had decided, 'this man brings nothing to the world that would pay for who he is,' and erased him. That he was able to do that. It hadn't felt like righteous anger at all. Or like self-defense. It had felt like handing down judgment. "Ichigo?" Rukia asked. 'Was it the wrong judgment call to make, though?' he thought, or old man Zangetsu thought, or something murkier in between the two of them. Something cold and old and remote, that asked of his choice, 'Would you unmake it?', and the answer was no. "Ichigo." "Queasy," he managed to answer. Inoue immediately went rummaging in her backpack for a bottle of water, presenting it with a worried frown. He somehow managed a smile. The water was on the tepid side but still helped distract him, bring him back down. "Hormone hangover?" Ishida asked, sounding only vaguely interested. "It's not actually an uncommon side effect." "Ah... Maybe. What do you do to get over it?" "Just sit in a room alone until it passes, honestly. It happens more often when there's several omegas at once," he added, and looked away, and Ichigo arched an eyebrow. The tip of his visible ear was a little red. Hm. Inoue was rummaging in her bag with twice the enthusiasm suddenly, and her face was pinkening rapidly. Dang. Apparently he owed Tatsuki a fistbump. -- Mada/Tobi/Izu ABO -- "You maintain this." Naohime's chakra flickered with nerves and confusion. "Y-yes. I really--" The daimyo's sister tapped a nail against her cup with the slow deliberateness of a cat starting to lash her tail. "Not a disguise or a trick." Huh. "Y-yes, Tarashi-sama. I've fought on the same battlefield as this man, I -- the sharingan wouldn't--" "Wouldn't?" "Wouldn't lie, Tarashi-sama, a genjutsu would show, I--" Tarashi-sama cut Madara and Izuna a side-look. "I'm sure. But wouldn't you?" Naohime had gone so pale, Izuna actually started to worry she might pass out. She hadn't lost so much blood, but the pressure put on her was visibly not helping. Izuna straightened up, flicked his chakra at his brother to intervene. Naohime looked bewildered. "Begging your pardon, Tarashi-sama, why would--" "Didn't he humiliate you just this morning?" Madara lifted his cup to his lips, took the tiniest of sips, placed it back down, breaking the stare-off. Tarashi-sama scowled at him even before he opened his mouth. "As far as Naohime knows, she is not lying," he said; his voice calm, casual, as if all the pressure the daimyo's sister and voice slid right off him. "She shared her memory of the event with us and it seemed quite convincing. Obviously, Tarashi-sama has a reason for feeling otherwise?" "Only the fact that the Senju brothers spent the day in our honored sister's presence and only left her recently to wander the extremely public gardens," she said, tone acidic. "Is Uchiha-dono suggesting our very capable guards somehow mistook them?" Ah -- no doubt they had sensors on staff. Maybe even Hyuuga guards to watch against genjutsu, so they would know everyone wore their real face in their presence. A normal, insubstantial clone would be immediately obvious to a Hyuuga, or any type of sensor... Every single Uchiha lining the walls knew of Tobirama's solid clones and every single one of them seethed quietly about it. "... I am not," Madara said in a slow, measured voice. "My own brother, reviewing the memory, thought it did not feel quite right, though there was nothing obvious to point to. As he is usually the one who meets Tobirama-san on the field, I defer to his expertise." Tarashi-sama simmered down, leaning back. Madara tilted his head, smiled thinly. "Too, there is the fact that, should he want Naohime dead... She would not have seen him coming."

#teaser #ABO quest

[asukaskerian]

Tbh what would be Madara and Izuna reaction if they knew tobirama ranked them below Hikaru (honestly what would Hikaru’s reaction be?)

Hikaku would be like "i am... flattered..." :///// *takes about seven steps back from both tobi and the mada/izu duo*

madara would be "hmph, you're lying to yourself but i'll fix that" and izuna would be going from D:< to "oh, cousiiiin... c'mere, i wanna chat... :D"

#ABO quest

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - july

TOTAL: 7 111 huh! i'm okayish with this because while there were weeks i didn't write a damn thing i managed to edit and complete two stalled oneshots AND two stuck multiparts. progress was made! POSTED -What Brings Us Together (1 721 words) madara/tobirama externally-enforced marriage, some-kind-of-ace!tobirama. Oneshot, complete. -match & mix (715 words) gen, founders, DBZ fusion as a naruto-verse tradition. Oneshot, complete. IN PROGRESS -days on a wire chapter 7 (2 299 words) mada/tobi/izu ABO YEEEE PROGRESSSSSS. >:E -howling outside your door (101 words) bleach pack fuckening ABO - gonna delete most of it, redundant -bleach suburban ot4 (2 005 words) (grimmichinelhime being bi disasters) -bloodsport chapter 4 (131 words) grimmichi in space -- gonna have to delete everything, ain't working. :/ -the thirteenth hour (139 words) tobirama fucks with time to get his brothers back. (why do i keep getting distracted writing this fic. is there a reason my brain doesn't wanna. hhh.)

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cherry wine ABO -- Izuna took his stance and braced for impact. (No sword, no jutsu, somehow believing -- how? -- that Tobirama would offer him the same consideration.) They crashed straight on, forearm to forearm; Tobirama's superior weight and his momentum shoved Izuna back, but he'd been expecting it and rolled backwards, catching his sleeveless gi by the collar and using it to flip him along. They rarely used pure hand-to-hand against each other and it wasn't hard to remember why; with the Senju's greater muscle mass and no sharp-edged equalizer it was like wrestling Madara, but he only needed to hold on to this whirlwind of elbows and feet long enough for Madara to -- Tobirama slipped out of his gi, leaving it behind in Izuna's hand, and dived through the door. Madara landed with both heels striking hard on the spot he'd just vacated, growling high and eager, and chased. Izuna followed, the shirt in hand. (He wasn't about to leave it in Higashi's room.) For a long and silly moment they just circled the garden from inside the house, dodging around tables and leaping silently over precious vases, and Izuna wondered -- hoped -- if the both of them were just enjoying it, too, just enjoying the movement and the play of their own muscles under the skin and the anticipation. If Madara was enjoying the sight of the mesh shirt on bare skin, the lines of his back, if Tobirama wanted -- Tobirama passed through the front room, and casually tossed his shoes in the entryway. That infuriating asshole. Incensed, Izuna leaped over Madara with a burst of speed, ricocheted off a wall, barely avoiding planting his feet on a hanging scroll, slingshotted himself around a pillar, and flew heels first at his unprotected back. -- suburban ot4 - grimm&hime -- Orihime laughs, swallows her nerves. "Well, I like my father in law! He's friendly and laid back and generally pretty nice, and if you need help he'll be here in a flash and never mention it afterwards!" His eyes are so piercing. "Yeah, but?" "But he also thinks men who are manly don't actually have feelings about other men. Like, father and son feelings, or friend feelings, or anything. I mean, he knows they have them but they can't say it! It has to be a joke or a jibe or friendly brawling or whatever. So then we had Kazui, and Ichigo was trying to tell him it was okay to feel your feelings, while thinking somehow it wasn't okay for him. And he's not good at being a hypocrite! So. It was hard." It might be hard the same way for Grimmjow-san, she thinks, if they have a son too. "... Yeah," he says reluctantly, like he's thinking the same thing. "And your da -- your brother?" Same thing, she wants to say, and her throat tightens briefly, thinking of Sora. She thinks it always will. It's alright, though. Sora was the best man she's ever known. He gave her good standards. She could talk about him for hours. "I think my brother decided to become nice and sweet just to piss off our parents, honestly! And then he just really committed to it. He was so good." Grimmjow-san snorts a little, like he always does when she swears. Not that she swears a lot -- maybe she should do it more, so he gets used to it? Adopt his dialect, and, hm, embarrassing, but-- "He was just -- a really gentle man." She pauses, brow knitting in thought, weighing her words. "My biological dad's a total asshole though!" The widening eyes she gets in response are so funny. She makes sure to keep her face ultra-serious. "A huge dickbutt. If he was on fire I would not pee on him!" Grimmjow-san starts laughing all at once, rusty-sounding and chest-deep. "Yeah?" "Yeah!" She shrugs. Ugh, he needs to stop being so pretty. "He broke my first bone when I was a toddler, so..." She's a little sorry to sober him up, to end the joyful moment, but the way he looks at her then -- straight on, like he's taking her seriously. "... Hah. Mine waited until I was six. Well, we've got an idea where the bottom of the barrel is, then. Your brother," he says with a hand raised flat over his head, "your dad," and curls forward to touch the floor.

#teaser #ABO quest

[asukaskerian]

monthly word count - may

TOTAL: 8 320 gonna have to accept that 8k is my new average, huh. sulk sulk sulk. POSTED: nada. IN PROGRESS: -Mada/Tobi/Izu ABO cherry wine chapter uhh, i forget (2 544 words) -suburban ot4 (grimmjow/nelliel/ichigo/orihime) (3 841 words) -pack fuckening ABO (grimmjow 1 fraccion/ichigo ABO) (1 935 words) i'm pretty happy that i managed a decent chunk of progress on each of thse fics, though, instead of forcing out a drabble's worth of edits on a dozen old things. good job, self.

-- suburban ot4 -- "It's nice that you trust him so much, huh. That's gonna make it easier." From behind the bar where Jackie is showing him how to make a mai tai, Grimmjow arches an eyebrow. Nelliel and her belly have managed to climb a barstool and she's nursing a virgin mojito, chatting casually with Boss-man and the brat. It's the first time she visits him at his job; it's a slow evening, and still early, so the whole crew drops by here and there to hang out. Also apparently celebrate his starting to train as a bartender, as if that's not yet another excuse to get sloshed on the job. Boss-man is making his smirky asshole face. Grimmjow snorts. He can smell the verbal trap coming a mile off, but honestly that's just gonna make his reaction to Nelliel's reaction funnier-- "Of course," she replies casually, toying with her straw. "He's got a good sense for the crazy ones. I trust him to only pick up the ones that won't come back to throw a chair through the bottle racks." Pfft. "Too bad that's taking out all the hot ones," he drawls. "Is there a reason you can't turn off a bathroom light, Grimmjow," Nelliel replies, deadpan. Grimmjow cackles, half because of what she said and half over Ginjo's brief nonplussed look. He really thought he was gonna start some domestic disturbance shit, didn't he. Riruka meanwhile looks torn between genuine flustered shock and laughing at Ginjo in a 'cooler than you' way. "You joking, or you really don't mind?" Jackie asks, twisting a bottle cap back on with sure hands. "Gotta know if I should rat him out." Nelliel glances at him. Grimmjow shrugs. He hasn't really told them much about his personal life -- just that he's got a pregnant girlfriend and they're living with another couple, but it's not like he's embarrassed. Ginjo and his crew like playing at being marginalized -- ooh, society sucks, corporate-suburbia people are sheep and not real, I'm never buying a house or wearing a tie or getting married -- but at this level, that's what it is; a game. Not a single one of them has ever had to sleep on the streets. Well, maybe Jackie. She has the feel. -- cherry wine -- "What are you doing here," he rasped, and tried not to look any lower, not to rake his eyes over the simple sleeveless gi yawning open over mesh wire on bare skin. "What do you think?" Tobirama frowned, crossed his arms over his chest. Bare, strong arms, corded with muscle. Them and his legs, they were the most solidly omega part of him, with his waist too thin to carry comfortably -- "Madara. Eyes up." Madara breathed through his nose and immediately regretted it. Tobirama was standing on the other end of the courtyard, with decorative bushes and flowers and moss in between. It should have cut down on his scent -- it did, some, only now it was a teasing hint. His scent really had evolved since he got discovered as an omega, huh. ... Why was he here? Madara scowled. "It's been -- how long has it been? Not very. You're already here." Tobirama frowned back, arms crossing a little more tightly. "I was monitoring the both of you and felt Izuna leave in a hurry." "And you thought it was poison." "... And I listened in on some intelligence on my way in." Madara tilted his head slowly -- a last, forgotten hair pin tugged at the back of his head. He reached up to pull it free slowly, eyes not leaving the omega across the little garden, walled in with him. He liked that Tobirama watched him back just as closely -- as if the pin was a senbon, maybe, some kind of deadly weapon. He didn't like that Tobirama was lying to him. -- howling outside your door (it's pretty much all filth, so... XD) -- He really likes Ichigo's back, doesn't he. The hakama works nicely to show off how trim his waist is compared to his-- "Eight out of ten. Passionate, tender. Loses two points for the lack of varied position." "--Edrad what the fuck--" "Six point five," Yylfordt counters, at his prissiest. "Failure to seal the deal. No bun in that oven. Sure it was enthusiastic but they rather missed the point of the exercise." "Five point two! With that technique he might as well have gotten the wrong hole -- ow!" Grimmjow picks up another rock, weighs it thoughtfully. Di Roy rubs at his mask. He's not hurt but his brain has got to have been rattled a bit. "Shawlong, Nakeem, anything to add?" he asks, deceptively pleasant. Nakeem gives a slow blink right back.

#teaser #ABO quest

[pachu09]

As promised...Bunny Girl Izu-chan....

and because it's still the year of the rabbit I had to post this and no, I didn't intend that her and Tobi-chan had matching blue outfit or that Mada-chan and Hashi-chan had the same black color..

Hmm...I might have to redraw bunny girl Mada-chan...when I have the time again.

#uchiha izuna #bunny girl izuna