#he learns the ways of the senju pout | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kakyoingdom · 3 years

Note

hey i found out how yo ask:D now my request is praise kink,daddy kink and orgasm denial +3+ madara and hashirama

The Lucky Ficlet, 08

HI!

this is the last one! and, anon, i hope you like it from the bottom of my heart! i wrote that with a fucking smile and it made me soooooooooo happy! i mixed Hashi and Madara into the same scene and yeah, threesome. sorry if you don't like to read it tho :(

but thank you for asking it, all of you that helped my with my first event! mwah <3 <3

it seems i don't like following my own rules omg but

your surprise ficlet match is: madara and hashirama + daddy kink and praise kink + 3: bedroom floor | 4,416 words

warnings: nsfw. unprotected sex, praise kink, belly bulge, daddy kink, "babygirl" used, oral (both f and m receiving), creampie, madara is a respectful man to hashi's wifey, face sitting, doggy style, that one position i can't remember the name that feels so good but hurts so bad.

“Are you sure both of you are not going to think of me like a whore after it?”

“You trust me, don’t you?”, Hashirama murmurs, his chin resting on the top of your head, holding you tight against his chest. He is so tall over you, protective and lovely. His hands caressing your high back and nape, you feel small and a little bit relieved. “I know he seems to be mean, but he’d never disrespect my darling. Neither would I, I was the one who came up with that idea and I’d never ask you if I wasn’t sure of you well-being”.

“Hmm”, you nod, still concerned about sharing your room and bed and body and— with Uchiha Madara.

It all started the day Hashirama, by your side on your bed, late night, looked at you with hesitant eyes. He held your soft hands, kissing your face and neck like every night, but he was too silent. Maybe something was wrong with the Leaf Village, or with his Hokage tasks, so you didn’t press him to speak. At his time, he’d tell what he wanted to. It worked like this for a couple of years and was good enough for you.

But Hashirama said his day was great. His job is quite tiring, but he loves to see his dream becoming true. Nothing seemed to be wrong or different from the other days besides that strange silence from him. He asked your questions and, after making sure you were good and had a nice day too, stopped talking. You could only hear his breathe, his nose on your neck, like he loved to do before falling asleep.

“My love?”, he called when you were already with closed eyes, wondering about nothing important. “I know you are very open-minded and everything but, oh”, you could bet his cheeks were rosy against your skin. His fingers traced incoherent draws on your collarbone, a shiver going down your spine. “Would you consider letting Madara join us one day?”

Your hands started to shake. You wanted to say a casual yes — how could you deny? You did have an open-mind, never getting too astonished about sexual things that Hashirama (or even you) wanted to try every once in a while. Yet you hesitated. Was this a kind of test? Why this suddenly? You couldn’t even imagine Hashirama ever thought about sharing you with his friend, so you got a little confused.

“Don’t need to answer me now”, your husband said when you opened your mouth to say you didn’t know and needed to think about it. To be honest, you never thought about it, Hashirama being the only one for you was more than enough. Madara was nice and everything, but you didn’t know if you could handle the fact of those scary eyes watching your naked body, you didn’t know if you would be attracted to that man. Your eyes were Hashirama’s only, nothing more.

You did hope to try a threesome one day — for experience? — though you didn’t want to mess everything up and be the third wheel between the other two. The more you thought, the more confused you got. Hashirama could feel your tension about it and was on his way to tell you to forget about it when you finally said you’d give it a chance. Just a nod and a casual “okay, let’s try it”. Nothing more. He got amazed by the lightness of your words, the tiny small making him trust you even more. You looked so brave and carefree that when the day finally came, your nervous eyes really made him wave and ask if you really wanted to continue.

And you did. It was nothing, right? Just taking clothes off in front of your husband, but he’d share you for a few moments. It was so dirty, but this only made you more excited, yet your concerns kept in your mind, ghosting all your thoughts. It would be good, Hashirama promised you and you trust him with your soul.

“Hm, right, what do we do now?”, you look up to face his gentle eyes, pretty mouth in a casual smirk. You touch his chest under his robe, the firm muscles making you way more vibrant about having him. You are not thinking about Madara anymore, letting things just happen. Hashirama doesn’t answer you, kissing your parted lips after pulling your body next to him. He kisses you deep, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers squeezes your waist and pulls you in his direction, and you’re now on tiptoe. He presses his thigh between your legs and you rub yourself on his flesh covered by the light fabric, letting a whimper out of your mouth.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”, he mumbles, moving his leg between yours. You nod with a pout, needy eyes that he loves to see and can’t just ignore. Hashi knows you need his fingers, his tongue, his cock, and he is eager for giving all you want. But you knew you’d have to do what he wanted to, obedient and submissive. He gives you another small kiss. “Behave when Madara comes, can you do it for me?”

You make a face at his words, but nod again. You body tenses a little when you hear steps coming from the door of your and Hashirama’s room. Hashirama caresses your inner thighs over the fabric of your blue nightdress, your skin burning wherever he touches. You left a muffled mewl, putting your forehead on his chest, not wanting to look back and see Madara. But soon you feel an extra pair of hands on your waist. Madara doesn’t walk forward, you notice. Was he waiting for a sign from his friend? You look up and Hashirama is moving his lips, “come on, she’s a good girl, she’s not going to push you away”. You feel tempted to chuckle with the thought of Uchiha Madara actually hesitant to something he wanted.

Then he seems to agree with Hashirama, because his hands reach your boobs, pressing them together. You exhale in surprise, your orbs looking for Senju’s at the same time. He kisses the top of your head and gives you a comforting smile, his thigh close to your panties rubbing your skin softly. You know Madara is approaching, his firm body against your spine causing to tense even more. He sighs loudly, taking his hand to your collarbone and lower neck, surrounding it in a very daunting way. You gulp and hold both of Hashirama’s shoulders, almost uncomfortable. You never got any man touching you besides your husband and it was weird as hell, though his rough strokes were making you a bit interested on what he could do to you.

“I thought you had her open to our ideas, Hashirama. I can only see a scared girl. Didn’t you train her well?”, he says, playfully.

The thought of relaxing soon left your mind, his words sounding so mean you had to look back and stare at Madara with stoic eyes. “Fuck you”, you say back, your voice firm and neutral. “I’m not scared. Haven’t you learned that you can’t just hold my neck like I’m your whore?”

Hashirama presses you tighter against his body, his leg no more touching your inner thighs. You feel like complaining about it, but keep in silence as he stares at you with those joking eyes, but his mouth is in a serious line. You roll your eyes discreetly as you man answers Madara, almost happy with your words.

“Go easy on my baby”, he puts his hands on your neck as well, both of them stroking the sensitive skin. “I did train her to behave, but she’s used to being only my whore”, he completes, talking as if you weren’t there. You get wetter with his words — you aren’t that into degradation, but sure he knows how to use bad words and yet make you feel like a queen. You enjoy his other hand petting your head, waiting for a kiss that never comes.

Instead, Madara laughs and takes your nightdress off effortlessly, Hashirama lifting your arms so he could throw it away. You instantly feel the cold wind of the night, the window open helping it and cross your arms in front of your body.

“So, Hashirama, control that tongue of her”, he pinches your nipples over the thin fabric of your bra. He was absolutely pleased to see you from behind, though he couldn’t wait to watch your boobs wiggling while your cunt is fucked deep by him. Your ass looked so good, the skin ready for having his palm print. “Or I’ll do it myself”, you whine when he presses his hard cock between your booty cheeks and pushes your nipples with no mercy, as you stare at Hashirama, waiting for him to do more than just help you to keep on your feet.

“Do you want something, baby?”, he puts one of his fingers on your lips and you get it with your tongue, sucking slowly. He knows those eyes of yours, so pitiful and needy. You shake your head, ready to speak, but he puts another finger into your mouth. “Tell me, then”, his words are so, so mean. When did he become so bad? You knew that if you stop to suck his fingers he’d make you beg for it once more, but he was telling you to answer! What are you supposed to do?

Madara squeezes you tits harder as his mouth finds its way to your neck, licking your skin. You moan against Hashi’s fingers and begin to mumble “I want you touching me, daddy, not him”, your breathy voice making your sentence way rude. His nails reach your throat and you almost choke, a few tears filling up your eyes.

“Repeat it for me?”, the Senju says. You don’t do it, so he takes his touch off you and walk backwards, a playful smile ghosting his lips. His lips, you want them so much, why is he acting so mean with you? You feel a little bit sad when he says he’s disappointed. “Didn’t you say you were going to behave? I’m not seeing it”. You pout, but accept what he is saying with a sad look.

“What can I do to—”, you begin, but Madara decides it is a good time to make you kneel. You sit on your legs to counteract what he wants you to do. Hashirama sighs and tells you to kneel and stay quiet. Madara chuckles devilishly. “So she just obey daddy?” You nod, but he is not looking at you. His friend, you husband, is agreeing and adding mean, mean words. You can’t help but complain about it in your mind, since a loud complain would leave you with lots of trouble.

“Call him daddy too and obey him, right, sweet girl? If you do it as he tells, he is going to be gentle”, he lowers his voice. “If you want to stop you know the sign”.

You frown and don’t answer. Madara walks and stop in front of you, his tall silhouette making you lean backwards. He pulls your hair gently — you feel genuinely surprised with his slow moves — until your face is almost touching his bulge under his pants. His thumb caresses your red cheeks and you enjoy it, before his palm softly hit your face. You inhale. Why are you feeling aroused by him? Fuck, the only man you’d ever let slap your face is Hashirama, but why your clit pulsed and your wetness grew?

Madara freed released his cock from his pants and underwear and you bit your lip, kind of nervous. You did want to have your tongue controlled but Hashi should do it! Not him, not his cock. You cried a little when you saw his dick, but the arousal grew up once more. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You didn’t want to think about how good it must be to have him inside you. Or call him daddy too.

No. No way will you do it.

It takes less than a minute to make you change your mind. Madara doesn’t seem to care about your stoic ass face or your mouth closed. He knew and could bet you are dripping to feel his length inside your mouth, to take him and let his tip reach your throat.

“Suck it, little one”, he uses the petname with a smirk you can hear. You try to deny, but you want it as bad as he does, so you think twice. You block guilty thoughts when Hashirama, his voice making you melt and stop acting like a brat, tells you to do your best. “I promise you’ll get your reward before finishing it”.

Reward is a good thing, always. Pretending it is the reason you’re giving in, you let his cock enter your mouth slowly, licking every inch of it like a good girl. Like his good girl, you think and close your eyes. No. You’re doing it because Hashirama said so. You trace his veins skillfully, easy to get to a point you can’t get more, his red tip deep into you. Madara groans as his hands guides you softly, in and out of your mouth.

It doesn’t last, though. He is too aroused to keep it easy, besides all Hashirama’s warnings. He wants to make you cry with his cock, rough and unstoppable. Madara would never let this opportunity run through his fingers — he didn’t think neither Hashirama nor you would accept it so easily. It was an opportunity of a lifetime, seeing that face of yours struggling to take his flesh. Madara could see anger in your eyes, but lust as well. His finger strokes your eye, getting a tear that was threatening to fall.

“Now I see why Hashirama is so proud of his girl”, you hear him praising, his hips violently making his cock go in and out of your mouth. Your legs shake a little more when you have to stop and breathe deep so you don’t choke for real. “Her mouth is a small piece of paradise. Bet her cunt is way better, uh?”

You don’t usually like it. Having him speaking as if you are somewhere else, not right there, sucking him off, should have made your ego hurt and your heart break. You don’t like to be ignored. However, listening to it made your cunt pulse and stretch against nothing. It is driving you crazy, Hashirama and his friend gladly praising and using you.

You don’t know when he got there, but you felt known lips against your full cheek, still receiving Madara’s length. Hands perfectly squeezing and pressing and printing its mark on your ass, on your thighs, on your tits, everywhere. You couldn’t help but moan loudly when Hashi’s fingers unkindly reach your panties and, pushing the fabric aside, one finger enters your cunt.

“Keep sucking him off, you’re doing great, baby”, Hashi whispers on your ear. You like the way it sounds like a secret of both of you. Happy, you put your hands on Madara’s strong thighs and lick all his flesh, kissing and making it wetter with your saliva. The Uchiha sighs loudly and groan when you whine against his dick. He can hear Hashirama’s digits going in and out of you, lewdly noises coming off it and his own cock being worshiped by your precious mouth. Fuck, he is going to feel jealous to the rest of his life — you have a pretty face, gorgeous body, a fucking nice mouth that fits him so well. You’re just fucking perfect.

Hashirama knows it. It’s so exciting for him to see Madara almost angry because he knows you can’t be his. You are being shared with him, but the man that gets your velvet tongue every day is the Senju leader. Hashirama’s fingertips abuse your sensitive spots inside you, his curled fingers driving you mad. It is too much, you think when it becomes too difficult to keep giving attention to Madara’s cock with all the pleasure you were feeling.

You don’t when it happens. You feel dizzy and fall back to Hashi’s lap, your fingers pressing Madara’s skin as he seems to look satisfied? And you look up to see your husband’s face, his fingers slowly fucking you, your clit being stimulated by your inside walls. Too sensitive, too painful, too good. You had that especially dumb ability of not knowing if you had come or not, so he had to show you his fingers — white, wet and going to Madara’s mouth. You mumble incoherent words when you see his fingers being sucked by the other man. He is… Tasting you. “Tasty cunny, girl”, Madara says. It felt illegal to watch, so you close your eyes just to open them again as another pair of fingers invade your cunt.

You whine immediately. Those fingers are thicker than Hashirama’s, calloused and rough. A finger — you know it’s Hashi’s now — rubs your clit as fast as he was doing when you were sucking off Madara. The floor is not comfortable, but you can’t ask them to stop. You don’t want to — it is feeling so good, your body falling down until your legs are around Madara’s body.

“Daddy”, you whisper, hoping Hashirama answers you. “Let me suck your cock too… I miss it fucking my mouth, daddy”

Your voice tone makes both Madara and Hashi stop suddenly. You cry, but soon Madara holds your body carefully bringing you to your bed. However when you are about to cry another phrase, your ass is up to the air, your tits pressed against the mattress. You couldn’t help — being all on fours is the way Hashirama loves to see you when you’re crying over his cock.

“Good girl”, is Madara that praises you, yet his voice is tough. “Sit on my face, now. I want to hear you calling my name while I taste you”, he puts his head under you and pulls your hips down. You try to keep your eyes open as you watch Hashirama takes off his clothes. It is the most damn beautiful thing in the world, his skin exposed, his strong chest and abs, his arms, his thighs, everything. Is there a way you can love him more?

You roll your hips against Madara’s mouth, conscious of his tongue licking your juices shamelessly, but he grabs your body and makes it hard to move. “Be quiet for daddy”, his voice is breathy, raspy and implies a punishment if you don’t obey him.

And you don’t try to move again, whimpering lowly, even when his touch leaves your hips and goes to your ass, grabbing hard. At the same time, you look down to Hashirama’s cock — hard for you only, his hand slowly stroking himself as you stare at it with pleady eyes. Hashirama grabs a fist full of your hair and forces your head down. You tease him a little, sucking the tip as your hand jerk off the length that isn’t in your mouth. He pushes your head up and gives you a smile that make you shake and moan loud. Madara is also craving for your attention, uh?

“Do it properly, babygirl. Daddy really wants to fuck your pretty mouth, but you gotta help me”, he doesn’t wait for you to reply, and you put the maximum you can of his dick inside your mouth. You curl your tongue against his hard flesh, appreciating in a different way you were with Madara. There’s passion on sucking him, letting him control all of your moves and thrusting his cock with no mercy.

You feel the most loved woman in the world.

At the same time, Madara keeps sucking your clit, forgetting about your dripping cunt. He is really focused on making you moan loud with Hashirama’s cock inside you, stimulating you until your limits. You let your head moves being commanded by Hashi’s hands, feeling weak. You notice you can’t fucking feel your legs, the touch of the Uchiha man being the only thing that makes your body firm enough so you don’t fall on his face. Not that he’d complain about it.

You finally give in — moaning loud, this time you know you’re having an orgasm. Numb head, messy moves, your teeth even hits the cock in your mouth by accident. Madara enjoys the sound of your struggled cries, heavy breathe and his name. Madara-sama, he could swear it was what you said. His hard cock felt a little bit harder, painfully eager for being inside you.

If it wasn’t dangerous territory, Madara would have taken you that moment.

“Stop now, babygirl”, Hashirama tells you. You obey him and look at him with dizzy eyes, not knowing where to focus on. “Madara, fuck her cunt the way you prefer. But wait for her to beg for it. Wait her words, and then she’s your doll”

Madara raises an eyebrow, devilish smile on his lips. Hashirama smirks too and you see both of them in a secret conversation. Madara gives in with a sigh.

“She’s my wife, Madara. What would happen if she gets pregnant and the baby born an Uchiha?”, he justifies and you make an ‘o’ face. So he wanted to cum inside you? Your cheeks become hot with the thought and Hashirama sees it. His hands are soft on your cheeks. “Though I think she’d love it. Don’t worry, right? Daddy is going to fill you up until the last drop”.

“Shut up, Hashirama. How do you think I can tease that lovely whore?”, you feel his tip threatening to enter you, but the moment never comes. You know what you have to do. Call his name, beg for his cock, lets him use you as he pleases. However words don’t come. You can’t think properly, just look at him with big doe eyes.

“Put just a few centimeters inside and let her beg for more”, Hashi suggests, so mean. You pout. “It never fails”.

It is true. Whenever he wants to punish you a little, or even just listen to your shaky voice crying for his full length, he does it. Madara’s tip enters you with much effort of his, fighting against the reflex of going deep and fucking you dumb. You close your eyes and bite a lip so you don’t speak anything. Hashirama is not happy about it, so he continues.

“Rub her clit.”

You feel it right after his sentence. You exhale and look at Hashirama.

“Daddy, please, stop teasing me”, you whine. His finger points to Madara. “I’m not able to change it”.

“Hm. Madara-sama, please, stop teasing me”, you say, but your voice is not convincing. You roll your hips.

“Oh, I think she doesn’t want me, Hashirama. I’m offended”, Madara pushes him inside you a little more. You moan and cry his name once more. “Please, please, please, fuck me until I can’t remember my name, I just need it so bad”, you cry, low voice. You feel a smack on your face, gently, as another, rough, goes on your ass.

“Louder”, Madara says as his cock goes deep into your wet cunt. His hands go to your waist and pull you. You moan loudly, but seeing Hashi, you call for his name. You receive another slap from the two men, and you smirk. Good, good, so good. You could cum just with that lustful glance deep in your eyes. You are feeling hotter than never, having the most powerful men fucking you in different ways. His pace, after you calling the Senju’s name, is fast and hard. Roughly he takes his cock out of you and pulls it back into with a delicious moan.

As he uses you, you lay your head on your husband’s lap, his cock by your side. You continue to suck him off but with all your body trembling and shivering, you can’t do much more than passing your tongue against his flesh. You love the feeling of being stretched by Madara’s cock, yet thinking and remembering about Hashirama.

That’s why your walls squeezes Madara’s cock so strongly. He moans loud as he buries himself into you. “You have a delicious whore here, Hashirama”, he whispers, taking strength of nowhere to stop fucking you. You cry a little when he gets out of your needy cunt, too weak to form a decent phrase.

“Calm down, babygirl. This time is daddy that is gonna fuck you. Ready?”, Hashirama says, pulling your body and being on top of you. He puts your legs on your shoulder and enters your cunt rapidly. He has no time for teasing or joking, but he looks to Madara by his side. “Learn how to end with this girl”.

It hurts when he goes that deep into you, though is good as hell. His tip abuses your g spot then go further as he kisses you messily. Your nails on his back almost hurt him, yet he sees as a way to make his hips moves faster. Your muffled moans against his mouth are making Hashirama goes deep inside you, with all the strength of the shinobi god. Fuck, fuck, fuck, all you can think of is the feeling of your walls burning, probably his cock evidenced on your belly. And he knows it too, pressing it just to test something, he thinks.

And you’re done after less than five minutes. Hashirama feels his dick firmly squeezed by your cunt, as if you wanted him to stay like this forever. And you do want this. “Daddy”, you mumble, happily. “I love you. Thank you”, you look at Madara and thank him too, Hashi’s cock still into you. Madara uses one of his hands to enjoy and press your tits, the other one rubbing your clit just the way he did before.

You are going to die, aren’t you? Why does it feel so painfully good? Orgasm after orgasm you feel your voice giving up, raspy moans being the only thing you can do to make sure they understand you’re having a good time.

When Hashirama finally comes, his seed into you, and Madara jerks himself off on your tits, you have no strength to look at the men in front of you. Just a tired smile and you fell asleep. You’d thank Hashirama for it later.

#madara x reader #hashirama x reader #hashirama smut #madara smut #hashimada x you #hashirama x y/n #madara x you #naruto x you #smut #naruto smut #naruto x reader #[lucky ficlet!]

298 notes · View notes

stossgebet-und-dominum · 3 years

Note

Hello!! I'm so happy you're writing on this blog! May I request an student x teacher scenario in a modern au with Tobirama and Hashirama? if you only do one character per request just Tobirama, please :)

hi anon! good to see you here! i really feel like tobirama would be the hot stem teacher aw 😭 part ii

nsfw. student x teacher, reader is +18 obviously, oral(m)

tobirama sighs when he finds you in his car, waiting for him. you look pretty innocent, using your phone so none of your colleagues get to think to much about what the fuck you are doing in professor senju's car. but he knows you're just faking it. he knows you let him steal your soaked panties after his class, putting it into his blazer pocket. little tease, walking around the university half naked and smiling innocently like you weren't waiting for the final classes so you could have some dick buried between your legs. but you weren't being so discreet about it—tobirama swears he heard one or two guys talking about you, "that artificial intelligence class' hoe", being all wet after tobirama's long period. "did you know people call you ai's hoe?", he asks as he closes the door. you look to the side, surprised. "oh. you're here. you late, professor", you play, approaching and kissing his cheek. tobirama instantly gets all rigid, putting his big hand on your exposed thigh. "not here", he says. you pout, stroking his biceps under the fabric. he looks so hot dressed up all formal, like a sexy sir. god. he looks older, a bad teacher eager for making you learn a few lessons. fucking you deep and dumb. "where, then?", you tease. "park on the other side, where people can't see us", you ask tobirama as he looks at you not really happy. he ignores, making you sit properly on the sit and putting his hand between your legs. fucking wet. "you truly are a hoe, though i don't like to think others know about your little secret", he says, driving to the place you said before. his fingers go into you suddenly, and you mewl. "wasn't it only mine?", he moves his fingers in and out as you keep a satisfied smirk, staring at the empty parking lot. "i never said i was only yours...", you chuckle. tobirama just sigh. "but i am, okay? don't need to be mad at me", you say and roll against his touch. you reach out to press the bulge in his pants, unzipping it in a second. "no underwear too, sir?". you lean over him, making his hand leave your cunt. you miss immediately, pouting again. "if i give you some head here, will you forgive me?", you beg. "hoes don't get any pardon", he states, pulling your hair and guiding your head to his cock. your tongue curl against his tip, however he has no time for your teasing bullshit. "do it fast, brat. otherwise i'm gonna make you scream my name right here and no more fucking between your classes." "idiot", you mumble, but put all his length inside your warm mouth. his eyes rolls up as you suck him off, small mouth making it even better. "it's so sad you've got that divine mouth and just use it to talk like a bitch", he degrades—and you know he's enjoying. his fist is full of your hair, telling you what pace should you keep, and you, stubborn, ignores and do the way you please. "you stop when i say so, understood?", he tells you. you nod, but show a thumb down. you take his cock out of your mouth to stare at him once more. "no". "okay, then. i forgot a few books on my locker. would you get for me after i fill you up and let your thighs dripping cum?"

it'll have a part ii i promise

#tobirama x you #tobirama smut #naruto smut #smut #tw: forbidden relationship #dominum forbidden relationship

99 notes · View notes

avversiera-writes · 3 years

Text

touch your heart [senju tobirama/you] - prologue + chapter 1

Summary: Hashirama might go down as the worst matchmaker in history, but he thinks he might be on to something. Tobirama sees through his brother's schemes and is determined not to fall for it. Or fall for you.

Word Count: 5k-ish

A/N: Yoooo sorry for taking this long to post it LMAOOO anyways, this work is available on AO3 with 12 chapters in, so if you want to read away!

also dedicating this post to @senju-sekhmet you’re the best, and happy belated XD

AO3 LINK FOR TOUCH YOUR HEART

LINK FOR THE REST OF THE SERIES

[PROLOGUE]

Thank you.

Those two words are what Tobirama’s mother seemed to tell his father all the time. She looked grateful saying it too. Too grateful to the point that she is cooped up in the Senju compound all the time, with nowhere to go. Tobirama was a smart kid–too smart for his own good–and he saw that the last place she wants to be was here, with family and raising children in this godforsaken war zone.

His mother said that was how she met his father, and how she fell in love with him, by the words of gratefulness, but Tobirama is a smart kid. He knew nothing of love, but he could tell that his mother did not love his father. She mistook feelings of gratitude as feelings of love.

His mother has a cold face, but she was gentle and fierce and was a great story-teller. She told stories of the great mountains and rivers that she has seen before everything fell into disarray. His mother loved art, books, and knowledge. She always encouraged Tobirama and his brothers to pursue their own curiosities beyond war.

Tobirama always took that to heart. Sure, his body and his mind are well-suited for battle but his interests lie elsewhere. He loves to explore, to discover, to observe and to experiment to prove something foreign to him. He loves to break down something to its smallest detail and build it back up to make something new. He wants to create.

Thank you.

Those were two words that were too much for his mother to bear all her life. It weighed on her. It chained her down.

Thank you.

Those were her last words to Tobirama.

Thank you, for being my son, for letting me be your mother.

Those were two words that stuck to him like a curse. They were binding, until the bitter end.

[PART ONE, CHAPTER ONE]

The first time Tobirama sees you, he immediately forms the opinion that you are too loud. Loud, in a sense that everything that passes by you, has to pay attention to you. Loud, in a sense that, when you speak, everyone has to hang by your every word. You are too loud, and he immediately concludes that you will not last long in a battle because you seem like an easy target. It is not like him to make fast conclusions without further observation, but you are just so loud that he wants to immediately shut down his senses.

So loud in fact, that even among the crowd, Tobirama cannot help but look your way and be wary of your presence.

Contrary to what he thinks, you are not that much of a blabbermouth nor a person who speaks aimlessly, but he does not know you yet. He has not even had a chance to look you straight in the face.

Today, he finds you standing by an umbrella stand, where a dozen colorful and detailed parasols are opened as a display to passerbys. You are in your casual kimono, and because it is spring, there are lovely pink cherry blossoms etched on your left sleeve, spreading towards your chest. Your obi cinches your waist and holds your sword by your side, so that it is easy to rest your hand on top of the hilt. Your hair is held back from your face with a simple hairpiece, and a festival fox mask hangs on the side of your head.

Tobirama stares, not having anything else to look at.

Hashirama and Madara are also walking around, greeting the citizens of Konoha, and holding children up in the air. Hashirama’s young sons follow closely behind, playfully roughhousing each other and anyone who happens to get in their way.

Hashirama notices his brother, glaring at a distant point and decides to step in lest Tobirama accidentally offends someone. He knows that his brother does not mean to glower at times. It’s just his eyes are a bit sensitive to the sun.

At least, that is the reason, most of the time.

Tobirama immediately looks away from you, but Hashirama already saw who he was looking at. He gives Tobirama a curious smile.

“What?” Tobirama deadpans.

“You should go talk to her,” Hashirama suggests. “You seem interested.”

Tobirama folds his arms. “No.”

Hashirama opens his mouth to add another thing, but Tobirama beats him to it.

“Brother, I said no,” Tobirama affirms, and that was that.

Hashirama sighs, and pouts a little. “She’s nice!”

Tobirama fakes a cough, making sure to spit out the words idiot clearly, and he crosses his arms. “You think everyone is nice.”

“Well, innocent until proven guilty, as they say!”

Tobirama glances back at you, and finds that he can easily track you.

“With all due respect, elder brother, that is a very naive statement coming from you.”

Tobirama has heard of you and he stops himself from telling Hashirama that, and instead lets him point out that you were one of the newly ranked jounins and that you specialize in kenjutsu. You also have been spending your free time teaching some of the older genins the basics of close range fighting and defense.

As the Hokage, Hashirama is more than happy to get to know those who are rising to the ranks and especially those who are gifted. It means that their Academy is working, even though it hasn’t been very long since it was established. You were one of those people from a clan who are already shinobi, but had to be evaluated in order to determine your rank and the Shodaime Hokage saw how skillful you are, despite not being the most powerful user of ninjutsu. He wants Konoha to have dependable teachers who will pass on useful skills and knowledge to whoever wants to learn.

You start to walk away from the umbrella stand, when suddenly a bunch of kids and teenagers rush towards you. Tobirama sees some young students in the group that he had picked himself. Hiruzen stands out among the rest, loud and rambunctious, while Danzo follows closely behind like a shadow, but as obtrusive.

“Sensei! You should join the sparring competition later! They have bokkens, you’re good with bokkens!”

You laugh, and try to back out before the others start to make your decision. “I think I will pass!”

“Aww, no!”

Tobirama watches the commotion, and then you look towards him. He freezes, as you smile at him and continue to wave him forward. Tobirama glares, because you are still waving at him but he does not know you so obviously he is not going to wave back, but suddenly Madara passes by him and Tobirama almost feels embarrassed.

Almost. He checks himself.

The wave was not meant for him.

He glimpses Madara give a small wave, and this makes him pause.

Madara waves? Tobirama almost scoffs at this, but he must keep his public appearance.

You smile warmly, and introduce Madara to the younger children who were starting to cower a little because of his serious and glum expression. Tobirama watches as you slip your arm through Madara’s arm like you have done it many times. Tobirama’s students look at each other, but they do not harbor any bad sentiments toward the Uchiha clan leader. Some of them even crack a smile at the younger children’s reactions. Madara can be a little intimidating at first, if you do not know him.

Then, you say something to the kids, earning a laugh from them and a small, tight-lipped smile from Madara.

Tobirama notices that the edges of Madara’s eyes have softened, something he only does around Hashirama.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get introduced to her? She is a very warm person,” Hashirama asks. “She’s also very smart and I think you’d benefit from her insights.”

Tobirama watches her say her goodbyes and pat a few children’s heads, and walk away. “I’m fine.”

Hashirama looks at Tobirama, doubt painted across his face, but he lets it go.

For now.

You stand in front of the Hokage, waiting for him to speak. You have been called early in the morning to meet with him, and you have been there for a few minutes, standing awkwardly. You are not sure whether to start some small talk since the Shodaime is busy peering over a few scrolls. Usually, whenever you see him, the Hokage is pretty chatty and offers a lot of kind words. He also seems to talk a lot about his younger brother to you, bragging about him and his accomplishments, and underwhelmingly explaining his personality, which you find strange.

It makes you think that there’s something off about Tobirama.

The door behind you opens and you step to the side to make a wide berth for the incoming person, even though there is enough room for at least a few more people to stand there. Tobirama walks in, his face sporting deep eyebags, but his eyes are hard and alert. You look him over, and your eyes go to his rough hands, where there are dried ink stains on his pale skin. His veins protrude out, blue and green rivers criss-crossing over his hands and up his arms. You see hints of faded scars on his skin, but in this light, his pale skin makes up for the blemishes.

“Brother,” Tobirama greets, although it sounds more like he is about to scold his elder brother.

Hashirama smiles and he motions for you to step closer.

You do, and you feel Tobirama’s eyes track you. You immediately look up and you catch his gaze, which makes him look away.

“I have a task for the two of you,” Hashirama casually brings up. He looks strangely cheerful. Like he has a step by step plan that went exactly as he wanted.

You look at the Hokage, all ears. And curious as to why he is acting this way.

“It has come to my attention that while we are training the next generation to be good shinobis, I do not think that we have a proper and standard curriculum,” Hashirama begins.

Tobirama’s head snaps upright at this. “Brother, what do you mean?”

He sounds almost angry, and well, if you were the creator of the education system in the village you built and someone had found flaws in it, you would be too.

“I think that there should be specific learning materials for each year before graduating to a genin, and so on,” Hashirama elaborates some more. “The two of you are to come up with these materials, and I want you to include other aspects that are not just related to being a shinobi. I want the next generation to not only be bred for war, but to have dispositions in other areas.”

Hashirama stands up and he places his palms on his desk. “Tobirama, you know this. You want to expand our village, I think this is a good step to make that happen.”

Tobirama looks at his brother with narrowed, suspicious eyes. He is not an idiot. He knows this is some set up, otherwise, why would his brother call you earlier than him? Why would his brother need you for this? These are the types of things he can accomplish on his own, so why are you here?

“I understand. Then, I think it is time for that to happen. We are at peace, after all.”

You slowly raise your hand. You notice that Tobirama does not even glance at you, and you want to laugh. You have heard a few things about Senju Tobirama from his own brother, and while it does not surprise you that he has a prickly attitude, it is another thing to see it upfront. It does not intimidate you, rather, it makes you want to see more of his reactions. He reminds you of the shy children that you have met in the Academy.

You just need to push the right buttons.

“If I may, Lord Hokage,” you start.

Hashirama nods for you to continue.

“With all due respect, what qualifications did I have to help Lord Tobirama with this new project?”

You swear you saw Tobirama’s eye twitch from the way you said his title. You hide your smirk by biting the side of your cheek.

Hashirama lets out a small chuckle, in which he earns a glare from his younger brother.

“I have heard about your dedication in teaching the children when you have the time, and since you insisted that you do not want to be a jounin sensei yet, like my brother is, I think it is a good idea for you to keep your head busy. Besides, I have heard you are quite the quick learner. You will find that my brother here is a very good teacher and can offer guidance well, if you can look past his mean demeanor.”

Tobirama opens his mouth to snap at his brother, but instead, takes a breath and holds his tongue.

Hashirama gathers up some documents from the corner of his desk. “You two can start tomorrow. I would love to have this done by the end of summer, just as the new school year is upon us.”

“Brother, stop being ridiculous. That is in three months,” Tobirama interjects. “I think I’m going to need time to plan.”

Hashirama glances at his brother. “Well, luckily for you, someone is here to help you. I have faith in you.”

“Too much, perhaps,” Tobirama dryly says, not even bothering to hide that he does not like this.

“And you, as well,” Hashirama says to you with a cheerful smile.

“Lord Hokage, with all due respect, am I going to get paid enough for this? I am practically jobless, I have a living to make,” you inquire with a smile. “Besides, you may also have to compensate for putting me up with your dear brother.”

In the corner of your eye, Tobirama crosses his arms.

Hashirama laughs heartily, and he gives Tobirama a grin. “I like her!” He nods. “You will surely be thanked for your services.”

He extends the pile of documents towards you and you step forward to accept them. You thank the Hokage with doubt, half-serious about the salary, but you decide to not push it today and you give him a smile. Then, you also smile at Tobirama.

“I will see you tomorrow then,” you tell him.

Tobirama carefully gazes at you, and then he nods. He turns to his brother with a determined look on his face. Or an angry look. You are honestly not sure.

“The Hokage mansion’s library,” Tobirama grounds out curtly. “9 am. Sharp.”

You look at him, wondering what type of bad day he is having to be this abrupt, or if this is how he really is. You understand that he and his brother have been at war for all of their life, so maybe this is how he has turned out.

“I will see you.” You bow quickly and walk out of there, ready to dive into the materials the Hokage gave you.

Madara aims a punch towards your way, but you quickly dodge it and block it with the palm of your hand, and you follow through by sending his movement forward by using his momentum and landing a charged punch to his lower ribs, just where his liver will be.

Madara chuckles and he flips himself away from you.

“Brutal,” Madara comments breezily. “That can actually kill someone, but fortunately I’m not just anyone.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah well, give me an A for effort.”

Madara falters and his eyes narrow at you. He knows as well as you do that you are slacking and there is a lot on your mind. “Is this about what Hashirama told you earlier?”

You meet his eyes and let out a sigh. “Wow, word travels fast.”

Madara starts to walk towards you and he gathers his hair to one side. “That was not fair of him. If you want, I can talk to him about that.”

You watch Madara’s face, and a cloud passes overhead. You are almost tempted to say yes and cling to the wings that Madara has put you under to shelter you, but you are not that woman anymore. You are not a quitter. Besides, you need to have a purpose to pour your efforts in. If not, then what else could be in store for you?

“It’s not like the Hokage asked me to cut off my hand, I will be fine, Madara,” you finally answer. “Really.”

Madara folds his arms and he presses his lips together. “If you ever need me to go beat him up then say the word.”

You cannot help the chuckle that escapes your mouth. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. There will be no need of beating.” You pause and a smirk forms on your face as an idea takes form in your mind. “However, you can help me get to know Tobirama.”

Madara scowls, knowing that you are pushing his buttons. “No, you are on your own,” he grits out.

The air around your friend changes, and suddenly all the silliness in your demeanor fades away. Your eyes narrow warily, as his face darkens at you with disapproval. You know that he still holds a grudge on Tobirama, and it really is quite low of you to mention him so casually.

Madara narrows his eyes at you and shakes his head. "You have some guts."

You point your chin towards him naughtily. "Everyone's fair game." You break out into a smile, even if Madara can decide right then and there to end your life. "You just can't take it."

Madara used to always intimidate you, and he furthered that feeling at times by showing you his sharingan, because you know, you know , what he is capable of doing with those eyes, but he never really did anything to you. It was more of the idea of what he can do to you, at any given time.

Madara stays silent for a few more moments. Then, he attempts to soften his voice. “What do you want to know?”

You raise an eyebrow at this. “Uchiha Madara is finally giving in?”

Madara rolls his eyes and he lets out a small, tight-lipped smile. "Just this once, but you are paying for lunch.”

You gasp, taking offense at this. “You do know I am broke, right?”

“Who’s fault was it for not taking my offer to live in the Uchiha compound?” Madara matches his footsteps with yours as the two of you head towards the village.

“First of all, I am not an Uchiha, your people will oust me the moment I step foot, and second, I want to make a living for myself.”

Madara rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but you’re all alone.”

“Aren’t you?” You retort without thought.

Madara falls into silence. “You know someday, you will get in trouble with that mouth of yours.”

“You just can’t handle me.”

“The offer still stands,” Madara mutters, and he glances at you. “And it’s safe there. I will make sure no one even says a bad word about you. If you are with me, they won’t even look at you.”

“That sounds like a lonely life, and you know that I have been mostly caged in my childhood.” You sigh and you bump your shoulder against his arm. “I appreciate everything you have done for me, but I have nothing, Madara. It’s time I do something for myself and invest in something bigger than me. I need that.”

The Hokage mansion is huge inside, and since you do not visit this place often, you are not sure where the said library is. It could just be any room in here. Or, there is no such thing as the library in the Hokage mansion and Tobirama just said that because he wants to avoid you and send you on a goosechase away from him. You know that he is not thrilled to be put up on this project with you, based on his expressions yesterday, but you are kind of determined to change his mind now.

Besides, you are fun and cool, something he can take notes on as he seems prudish.

You sigh as you decide to just wait for Tobirama outside, instead of wandering inside the mansion. There are still some parts being built, and you do not want to cause any trouble to the workers there.

You are quite early, hoping to beat Tobirama to the punch to solidify yourself in his good graces and show him that you are serious about this. However, due to your punctuality, the waiting time is becoming ridiculously long. Sometimes you are not big on the whole waiting patiently thing.

You sigh, and aimlessly walk around the whole building.

You hear people starting to mile about to start their day, and you hear children laughing and talking loudly among themselves, which brings a smile to your lips. You decide to stay near the entrance of the mansion so Tobirama will not have any trouble looking for you.

Lost in your thoughts, you brandish your blade from its scabbard and you start to draw stick figures on the soil, and you add little details such as trees, kunais and shurikens.

You are not sure how much Tobirama knows about you, but you have heard many things about him, mostly from his brother, both good and bad. You know that he is a great warrior and one of the most brilliant minds that his generation has seen. He is responsible for the complex system of the very village you reside in, and the Hokage’s trusted advisor, even more than Uchiha Madara, who you know is very close to Hashirama. You also know that he is a great sensei, according to his students, which you have no doubt about since he is very intelligent.

Personality wise, he remains a mystery to you. Mostly because Hashirama glosses over that when talking about him. All you know is that Tobirama can be difficult at times, but you figure that it is how one should act when you are at the forefront of leading this village.

However, you are not in the least intimidated, even if he is a little older and has experienced more in life. Now that you are going to be working with him more, you are curious as to what the famed Senju Tobirama is really all about.

“I hope I did not keep you waiting,” Tobirama’s rough voice interrupts the quiet that you have immersed yourself in.

You perk up, and put your sword back with a loud click. He glances down at the ground, where you have made silly stick figures of shinobis fighting. You attempt to erase them with your foot.

“Not at all!” You lie, but Tobirama sees through that and he narrows his eyes suspiciously.

His serious face does not change, and instead you think he grew even more serious. He nods and gestures towards the mansion. He clutches the books and the scrolls he has close to his body.

“Shall we?”

You follow Tobirama towards the entrance, trying to keep up with his long strides, though he seems to be speeding up on purpose. Finally, he unlocks the library doors and opens them wide. The two of you step in, and you cannot help but feel underwhelmed at the great reveal of the Hokage mansion’s library.

It is bare, with a lone wooden table and three chairs situated next to the windows.

To the side are empty bookshelves, with the exception of one shelf, which is almost halfway filled.

“This is a sorry library,” you comment under your breath.

Tobirama walks up to the table and puts down the materials he has been carrying.

“We are going to fill it, starting today,” Tobirama says. “And for the rest of the year.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How? Write and publish our own books?”

Tobirama glances up at you, without irony. “Yes.”

You feign a smile. “Oh,” you deadpan. He does seem like the type of person to do that.

“We are also going to visit every clan in the village and ask if we could transcribe some of their writings,” Tobirama continues. “We can make our references through that, integrate their history and make a comprehensive one for Konoha. We also need to learn some of their jutsus and study them, among other things.”

You nod, understanding what he means. “Alright, where do we start? And how do we rewrite the Academy curriculum part?”

“Well first, I will have to set a few rules,” Tobirama drones on, looking at you pointedly.

You walk towards him so that you are standing on the other side of the table. “Alright, shoot,” you say.

“I have written the deadlines of the parts that you will do. You must give them to me, on time ,” Tobirama sternly says, slipping one of the scrolls forward. “I have a vague plan of what the curriculum can look like, but you will also have the chance to express your ideas.”

You take the scroll and open it gingerly, and you look at the back to back due dates.

“You must not talk to me aimlessly, unless it is about this project or if you need any clarification on the tasks you have to do,” Tobirama continues. “When we are working, I expect you to only work.”

You nod, thinking that these are easy, reasonable rules.

“You must be punctual.”

You are way too punctual, so you know that you are going to follow this rule perfectly.

“Do not eat near me.”

At this, you almost roll your eyes, but you hold yourself back.

“Do not touch my things, unless I give them to you. I hope that you can call my title with respect,” Tobirama drones on and on, mostly about the little things he is apparently very particular about. “You will also be training with me and my students, and I expect you to always be on top of your game.”

“Yes, of course.” You blink at all his so-called rules, and fight the urge to roll your eyes. It’s like he already has the impression that you won’t be as dedicated to your job as he is.

But you are dedicated.

However, you cannot help but talk back. He probably made a rule for that, but it goes unheard by you.

Tobirama nods. “Very well.”

“Did you stay up all night making this up?” You ask, unable to help yourself garner some reaction from him.

Tobirama’s stare is stormy, and his eyes narrow strictly. “It is common sense that you abide by such unsaid rules.”

“But you just, well forgive me, enumerated them. If they are common sense, then you would not have to re-tell it.”

Tobirama lets out a stream of breath from his nose that sounds a tad bit impatient, and he rolls his eyes.

You smile, feeling a little triumphant at getting a reaction from him. He catches your expression and he schools his face to become serious once more.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, and you wait for Tobirama to speak.

“I heard you teach at the Academy at times,” Tobirama suddenly brings up. “When did you start?”

Your eyes narrow slightly at this. Tobirama built the Academy, so he must be aware of the things happening there. “Almost a year ago.”

Tobirama taps a finger on the books that he set down. “And you teach when?”

“Wednesdays and Fridays,” you reply.

Tobirama nods. “I will be coming with you.”

You pause at this. “Wait, why?”

Tobirama looks at you as if it’s obvious. “To size up what the kids need to learn, observe which materials are appropriate for age groups until they graduate as genin, and so forth.”

Of course, that makes sense.

Tobirama pulls out the chair and he slides into it. “Then, let us begin. We have many things to research and read up on.”

You look at him as he opens the books, and distributes some of them to you.

“Will you get around to telling me what your plan is, or are you just going to let me guess?” You ask as you flip to the first page of one of the books that he handed to you.

You slide on the chair across from him, taking care to move to the side so that you are giving him his space.

“Silence, when I am working,” Tobirama states without looking up from what he is reading. “Do not talk to me aimlessly. You will get a chance to ask me questions later, I suggest you start listing them down.”

“Alright, alright,” you mumble.

You read the first paragraph of the book, already taking note of the main idea. After a few pages, however, you glance up at your book and to Tobirama, who has not moved an inch except to turn a page. You observe his pristine expression, your eyes going down the slope of his strong nose, his high cheekbones, and his lips that form into a pout, and then to the markings on his face and chin.

He’s handsome, you’ll give him that.

His eyes never waver, unlike you, and from this, you can tell that he always pours all his focus and efforts when he does something.

“Work,” Tobirama reminds you. “And look at the due dates so you can think about how you can strategize your time.”

You snap up and pretend to go back to your reading, but you glance at him one last time. Something about him piques your curiosity, and it makes you want to push his buttons just to see what the famed Senju Tobirama is all about.

You cannot help but let out a tiny smile and you raise the book to hide your face.

Well, if he already has some sort of prejudice towards you, you might as well play that to your advantage.

You smirk to yourself, finally looking forward to the time the two of you will spend together.

[CHAPTER TWO >>>]

#angelica writes #avversiera writes #Tobirama Senju #Senju Tobirama #senju tobirama x reader #senju tobirama x you #tobirama x reader #tobirama x you #Senju Hashirama #Uchiha Madara #naruto fanfiction #'til death do us part

106 notes · View notes

madatobiweek2019-2021 · 4 years

Text

Submission from PeacefulDiscord

Back To Spots

“Are you sure this is a good idea?,” Madara stared at his idiot friend incredulously. “If we die in here, I’m going to kill you Hashirama.”

Hashirama paused his snooping, turning away from the test tubes balancing precariously in his hands. He set them down on the table, a smidge too close to the edge if you asked Madara but whatever. That was Hashirama’s problem when Tobirama saw how displaced everything was. Brown eyes peered woefully at him, tearfully vehement as the other man pouted, though ineffective with the messy state Hashirama was in. Scraps of parchment paper were stuck in his hair, ink streaking across his cheek and speckling his fingers.

Madara crinkled his nose, chucking a handkerchief into Hashirama’s face.

Hashirama beamed, rubbing the cloth against his cheek and smearing the ink more. “I don’t think it will be that bad Madara. Tobirama has a lot of protective seals around his lab to keep it safe!”

“Seals that you’ve no problem getting around!”

It was worrisome really, as foolish as Hashirama was, being related to Tobirama and married to Mito had left him with many chances to learn basic skills. While he could not fully understand the way seals functioned or how to lay them, he knew much too well how to disable some. Some like the ones Tobirama had around his lab.

Not to mention his willingness to disable them.

“Now Madara—,” Hashirama began, shoving the napkin into his pocket before snatching up another scroll that looked newer and striking through yet another one of Tobirama’s protective seals.

“See! Like that! You even took down the damn wall with your Mokuton just to get in here! If we don’t die because of whatever disasters are in here then we will die at your brother’s hands!”

Madara shuddered. The last time he aggravated the younger man he’d found himself on the receiving end on some awful seal that summoned nearby birds and critters to him, drawing them to burrow and nest in his hair. Villagers had flocked around him, curious and far too amused, tittering behind hands as they watched the animals lay siege to Madara’s hair knowing he was too busy running away to scream at them. His hair was ruined, bitten off and tangled so horribly that he had to chop the strands to a length he hadn’t had since being twelve years old.

He can already hear the sharp snap of the younger man’s voice— “Don’t go in my lab without me!"— as if he were standing right there.

"It’s important! He’s been in here for weeks—" Hashirama exclaimed, puppy dog eyes on full force.

"Three days! He was in here for three days and he actually came out to eat and take naps—”

“—and who knows what he’s been getting up to! He could be getting hurt or devising something awful—”

“He’s been making food preserving seals for the past month!”

“Do you remember the chain-reacting explosive tags? The undead jutsu? He said he was working on enhanced storage seals!”

Madara froze, mouth opened to yell, and clamped his lips shut. Tobirama did have a way of spiraling away from his original intentions— it wouldn’t hurt to just look to make sure nothing was too….deviated.

“Fine,” he huffed. “But if anything happens I’m chopping your hair off!”

Hashirama squeaked, hands coming up to clutch at his hair. And knocking over the test tubes, sending them careening to the floor with a resounding shatter. Madara watched in horror as the liquids met the black lines of a seal Hashirama had left on the floor— to be analyzed with Mito, he said— and lit them. Colored smoke filled the air and Madara could hear the ground breaking apart moments before Hashirama used Mokuton to send them upwards away from the mess. With a quick wind jutsu, weaker than usual he noticed as his vision swam, Madara sent the smoke into the vent system Tobirama had incorporated early on in case of explosions or dangerous fumes.

Madara rubbed his eyes, carefully lowering himself to the ground. His body was aching— much like the summer over a decade ago when he’d grown almost half a foot in what felt like a few short nights. Coughing, he looked up to see how his friend fared and shrieked.

Sitting in front of him, rubbing his eyes, was Hashirama. But a twelve year old Hashirama. With too big clothes and that godforsaken bowl cut.

“What the fuck! Hashirama, you're—”

“Oh my god, Madara you—”

Madara glanced at his hands. His smaller than before, less calloused hands. “We’re kids again. What the fuck? How? Hashirama!”

He snarled, throwing himself forward to tackle the other man, no, boy, to the ground. “The fuck did you do Senju?!”

“I don’t know— ow! Madara! Don’t, not the face!”

“I'll end you!”

———————————————————-

Half an hour and a semi brutal spar that resulted in Hashirama’s entire face being painted in ink later and both boys were sitting sullenly in the debris they had made of the once pristine lab.

“Tobi’s gonna kill is,” Hashirama sniffled, tears cutting through the black. “I won’t even get to see what my baby looks like.”

“If they’re lucky, nothing like you,” Madara sneered, pulling at the sticky glue-like substance that he’d tumbled into during the fight, snarling angrily as his sleeves still stuck together.

He was surprised his clothes even stayed on, they were so big, but the ties must have worked for something. Hashirama had already wrapped himself up in the excess cloth and tied it off as tightly as he could with his obi and other straps of fabric that he tore from his haori. Madara, on the other hand, would just have to wait.

He tugged at his sleeves again, cursing the glue and Hashirama.

“Ah Madara, don’t be mean!” The brunette sobbed. “My baby would be cute! Even if they looked like me!”

Madara opened his mouth to respond— wanted to sneer that it was good Hashirama knew he wasn’t attractive— but froze as the door opened at just that moment. Red eyes peered distractedly over a thick book, widening as they caught onto the state of the lab. With careful movements, Tobirama lowered the book and set it down, hand reaching for his sword.

“Anija. Madara. What did you do?” He snarled low in his throat, biting through every word like a separate sentence.

The boys blanched, glancing to each other and then shunshinning to the window only for Tobirama to slam his hand against the wall, a seal stretching across the metal to form a barrier they couldn’t get through.

“It was an accident!” Hashirama wailed, gasping through his crocodile tears. “I-am-so so-rry o-tou-to.”

He ran over and clutched at Tobirama’s yukata, burying his messy face into it. “I’m such a bad brother!”

“Anija! Stop that! You’re dirtying my— get off you idiot!”

“I just wanted to make sure you were safe and—!”

“By destroying my lab?” Tobirama shoved at Hashirama, stumbling when the boy’s grip didn’t let up. “Damn it, you poisonous vine, let go!”

“Tobi—!”

“I will get Mito-nee in here so fast—”

Hashirama yelped, letting go with a heavy pout. “You don’t have to be like thaaaat,” he whined, scuffing his foot on the ground. “That’s a really low blow, Tobi. How could you do that to your precious brother—”

“After he destroyed my lab and turned he and his idiot friend back into children?” Tobirama snarked, leveling both of them with a sharp glare. “I’ve no idea.”

Madara shuffled guiltily, wincing as he took in the mess they made.

“We can clean it up!” He offered quickly. Hashirama squawked, shaking his head.

“Oh?” Tobirama quirked a brow. “Properly?”

Madara could feel Tobirama’s chakra rise and fall, unsteady and bothered like a riptide, dragging him closer to anger and not letting him calm down, and nodded hastily. Hashirama became frantic in his head shaking, panicked as he looked at the mess miserably,

“Absolutely. No problem. It’ll take an hour. Tops!” Madara promised, grinning a touch sheepishly even as he tossed his friend a glare. “I understand why you’re upset— we shouldn’t have invaded your privacy and we certainly shouldn’t have made such a mess of things. We were concerned but we should have respected your boundaries. You’ve my sincerest apologies Tobirama.”

Tobirama’s gaze softened and he huffed out a breath, rubbing at the bridge of his nose.

“It’s fine. You haven’t gotten into anything too important. We now need to figure out what you two have done and fix it. None of my seals were meant to do this.”

Hashirama slumped in relief, “Oh thank god, I hate cleaning— what?”

———————————————————

“Oh wow, I haven’t seen Hashirama look that awful in years," Touka breathed out in wonderment. ”I almost forgot he was such an ugly bastard.“

"Touka-nee, you’re supposed to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t destroy anything, not keep an eye on his confidence to just destroy it,” Tobirama sighed over his brother’s wailing. Then, speaking over the sound of Madara pummeling his brother, asked, “Mito-nee, will you be able to handle the Hokage’s duties in your state?”

His sister-in-law and he were able to deduce that the jutsu, since many had overlapped and were then combined by the liquid soaking through the papers and smudging the inks, would eventually wear off on its own, a few days at most given the seals were not meant for major bends in time and space. And, even without that, it would, or at least should, not take them too long to devise a remedy.

But that was for tomorrow. Now, they were much too tired and irritable.

“My pregnant state, Tobirama?” Mito arched a brow. “You’d be amazed at what I can handle in this state, brother-in-law. The bigger concern is will you be able to handle Madara while Izuna is away?”

Tobirama looked at the two boys now disguised as other, unidentifiable children. Too many people remembered them as children or at least would recognize their features. With their weaker abilities it was best to keep them hidden and separated (they couldn’t last too long without bickering and yelling each other’s name in rage, like the complete idiots they were) to not give away the precarious situation the Village had now found itself in. The jutsu that changed Madara’s haír to a soft, pale blue, gently wishing about his face and skin to an olive tone did nothing to hide the fire in his chakra boiling beneath.

A new student from a distant place— Cloud Country perhaps— that was the story they would go by. A student adopted from parents Tobirama had saved.

The younger man felt a sudden tiredness fill his bones watching Madara blow flames at Hashirama’s shoulder length purple hair only to be slapped at by many flowers that erupted quite spontaneously from the wood paneling on the wall.

This would be a long few days if they couldn’t undo the mess that was made of Tobirama’s work.

“Izuna may find himself rather alone if he doesn’t hurry back,” he rubbed between his eyes, hand glowing green to chase away the headache. “Who knows? He might thank me.”

He ignored the smirks on his cousin and sister-in-law’s faces, snatching Madara by the wrist and all but hauling him out of Hashirama’s home to his own. Madara glared and very pointedly took his hand away to instead clasp Tobirama’s in his own, twining their fingers together and smiling triumphantly when Tobirama did nothing but sigh.

Oh yes, it’d be a long few days indeed.

———————————————————

The walk home had been silent, the streets much too empty for distraction and they were inside Tobirama’s home before he could properly gather himself. He could admire the timing, if anything. Just yesterday his house had been strewn with far too many papers and even some dust, given the time he spent in the office or his lab instead. Messes from ruined meals had been spattered across his kitchen and his dirty laundry pile had consisted of all of his clothes save for the set on his back. That was the breaking point, sending him into the cleaning frenzy that lasted clear into early morning, until every corner was cleaned to pristine, his laundry washed, dried, and packed neatly away. It was the most presentable and welcoming his home had ever been and the first time Madara, child or not, would actually step past the threshold.

He resolved to give himself a silent pat on the back, watching carefully as Madara took everything from the bookshelves to the altar in, knowing those hawk-like eyes were looking for dust as his clean freakishness often had him doing and finding none.

The tension seeped from Madara’s shoulders and he carefully took off his shoes, setting them neatly aside as he wandered furthered in, already growing comfortable in Tobirama’s small space. At least, if anything, Tobirama could rest knowing he had made a good impression, hoping it would serve him well when the jutsu finally wore off.

“You know,” Madara began over his bowl of noodles, slurping the noodles gracelessly. “I don’t think your brother would’ve wanted me to come stay with you if he knew I was courting you.”

“You’re a child at the moment— that’s hardly relevant right now,” still Tobirama felt his face warm and he swallowed some of his food quickly to disguise it. What they had while Madara was an adult was— nice. A small secret for just the two of them while they got comfortable with each other.

Just the other day he and the older man had a picnic besides a lake closer to the edges of Konoha, waded deep and relaxed beneath the stars— quiet because they hadn’t needed any words to enjoy just being with each other. It was smiles upon eye contact, soft laughs at little quirks. Thinking of slightly chapped, languid lips against his own, gentle like the brush of fingers on something so invaluably precious and irreplaceable, the feel of coarse hair twisting in his hands and just the comfort of a body pressed to his to block the chill of night air made something warm build in his chest and spread to his cheeks.

It wasn’t so nice a memory to think about when his beau was a mere twelve years old to his twenty-eight however.

Madara set his bowl down carefully. “Does it bother you?”

“Hm?” Tobirama wasn’t used to the other man, boy, being so pensive. He put his scroll down and met Madara’s eyes, concerned.

“Does it bother you to be with me?” Madara clarified, clearing his throat as he sat up straight. “I know with our past, the rumors, and our temperaments— they don’t exactly make for an ideal relationship but…”

Tobirama interrupted. “But yet I have not rejected you or your gifts,” he frowned. “Madara, my only problem before was that— well, I had wanted to keep things private for a bit and have time for us before Anija started planning a wedding and now, well you’re a child now,” he scrunched his nose in disgust, giving Madara a pointed look when the boy stared at him with a fondness much too heady and mature for his age. “It’s best not to think of my attraction to you given the circumstances.”

Madara flushed, looking away quickly. “Ah right.” He paused for a long moment before a cheeky grin pulled at his lips. “I suppose I won’t be allowed to sleep in your room then?”

Tobirama scowled, throwing cold tea into Madara’s face, relishing, privately, the crack of the boy’s voice, so much more high pitched than how Tobirama knew it to be.

———————————————————

“You can’t do that Shouta,” Tobirama hissed between gritted teeth. It was only the second day and he was ready to throw Madara, now going by Shouta, into the deepest, roughest river he could find.

Drawing a deep breath to calm himself, he willed water from the air to douse the flames engulfing the now terrified shopkeeper’s stall.

“He was flirting—” Madara bristled, crossing his arms. “He deserved it!”

Tobirama huffed, apologizing quickly to the shopkeeper and pulling Madara away. “He asked where I got my kimono—”

“Because he was admiring the way it fits you!”

Tobirama cringed. Madara’s voice as an adult never, not once no matter how much he was yelling, ever got so shrill. He would need to invest in earplugs at this rate. Glancing around discreetly, he shoved Madara around the corner, away from prying eyes and dropped to a crouch so they could talk face to face.

“Because he liked the fabric and wanted some pieces made for his daughter! You are completely insufferable, even as a child!” Tobirama snapped.

“I’m protecting your virtue! Hashirama said you never realized when people were interested. And that shopkeeper was interested. I know he was!” Madara protested angrily, before turning away and crossing his arms, grumbling curses under his breath.

Rubbing at his nose— it was a wonder the shape hadn’t changed after all the times his frustration had him irritating it— he sighed explosively before swallowing a quick, calming breath. Younger Madara lacked maturity and sense apparently so Tobirama needed to gain patience.

“Madara, you trust me, correct?” he asked softly.

Madara turned back to him curiously. “Of course.”

“So why would anyone showing interest in me be a reason to get so angry unless you thought I would leave my courtship with you for them? That is a lack of trust towards me Madara,” Tobirama explained. He’d seen too many people treat their partners in such a manner and he detested it. He wanted to be able to be himself without worrying how others would perceive him— he had lived much too long with others in mind.

Madara fiddled at the braided bangs Tobirama had put his hair into, pinky finger touching his lip.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he whispered. “I just…don’t like it.”

Tobirama smiled softly. Madara, no matter his age, was always much too protective. He couldn’t fault him though. Not now.

“Let’s go, I have to get some shopping done. I think you already finished all the food I had in the house.”

Madara blushed fiercely, ducking his head so his hair fell in front of his face though he still took Tobirama’s hand in his.

“You said I could have whatever I wanted!” Madara’s free hand was back by his lips again.

“Ah right. Whatever, everything. I see how you could get the words confused,” Tobirama ribbed gently, easily pushing down Madara’s hand so the boy wouldn’t bite his nails. “That’s a bad habit, don’t do that.”

As they passed the still horrified shopkeeper, Madara stood upright, pout replaced with a haughty sneer. “You talking to him won’t change anything. He’s mine.”

Tobirama flushed, letting out an awkward laugh as the other villagers eyed him in curious amusement.

“New student,” he grimaced through an explanation. “You know how they are.”

“We know how they are with you Tobirama-sama!” Someone called out, drawing more chuckles from the crowd.

“He’s so cute!” A lady smiled, gently patting Madara’s head as she passed by. “If only people closer to our age were like this, hmm, Tobirama-sama?”

Madara preened under the attention, tugging Tobirama closer and intertwining their fingers, much to the growing entertainment of the entire marketplace. Tobirama thanked every kami for his happuri, casually activating the seal on the side to cool his flaming skin.

If he let Hiruzen test his monkey summon on Madara later that day, no one would have to know (something that was more terrifying without the ability to use his sharingan anymore, having been sent back to an age where he did not have them).

Not that that stopped Madara from yelling at anyone that showed a smidgeon of too much interest in Tobirama to “get their own boyfriend”. ———————————————————

“Madara, you needn’t carry everything,” Tobirama sighed, watching fondly as the boy shifted the basket and bags about in his arms, stumbling along as they made their way back to Tobirama’s home. “I am perfectly capable of carrying my own groceries.”

It was only the fourth day of Madara’s stay and they’d run out of groceries again. Especially the few sweets he had bought just for Madara. Those were gone within moments.

Madara squawked suddenly, one leg tripping over the other, and went sprawling to the ground. With a quick shunshin, Tobirama dropped a scroll onto the dirt to catch all the groceries, letting his free hand shoot out to grab Madara and pull him upright. Straightening the young boy’s collar, he snatched up the now rolled scroll and tucked it into his pocket.

“Like I said, perfectly capable of carrying my groceries,” he drawled. Catching sight of Madara’s embarrassed pout— and oh, he made that exact expression as an adult too!— hair moving forward to hide his face again, Tobirama pushed the unruly strands back with an indulgent smile. “How about we get some dango?”

The word koibito hovered on the tip of his tongue but he bit it back. He was getting rather impatient waiting on this jutsu to let up.

He ignored the flicker of ire and almost-sadness, grinning as Madara’s face lit up. If anything, he was given quite the ideal opportunity to know his suitor. He could enjoy it while it lasted.

———————————————————

“Save me,” Mito snarled as soon as he and Madara stepped through the door. Her face was splotchy and she seemed less composed than ever. “Before I kill your brother.”

Tobirama blinked, eyes searching, landing on his brother sat in the corner and facing the wall. “Mito-nee—”

“Because Hashirama doesn’t realize being in his childhood body doesn’t mean he can act like a child. He keeps making messes and being too loud and, Hashirama if I hear you wailing one more time—”

“Breathe Aneue,” Tobirama held his hands up placatingly.

Mito heaved a breath, pushing her hair behind her ear before resting her hands on her belly. Her eyes were watering when she looked back at Tobirama. “We need to work on the jutsu Tobirama. I can't— with the Hokage duties and watching Hashirama and feeling sick all the time—”

Tobirama nodded. “Go sit, Aneue. Madara—”

“I can make you some tea, Mito-hime,” the boy said, bowing quickly and heading to the kitchen. “Ginger maybe? Or chamomile?”

Mito stared at him in wonderment. “How—I thought he’d be like Hashirama. I was sure of it. Has he been well-behaved this entire week?”

Tobirama smiled sheepishly. “More or less.” He frowned, sending a hard look to the boy all but wilted over himself. “Has Anija been giving you a lot of trouble?”

“Not really—” she glanced at the boy. “Hashirama, can you be a dear and help Madara in the kitchen please?”

Hashirama sprang from his seat, wiping his eyes and nodding hurriedly. “Of course Mito-!”

The rest of the sentence was lost as he scurried away.

“I just need my husband, Tobirama. Not this child who can’t keep his hands off my belly or food in his mouth. I— he’s not even being bad! Not really, just—”

“Overwhelming?”

Mito gave a small nod, looking horribly miserable.

“He was like that as a child. He only learned more restraint as an adult when he realized he kept accidentally hurting others in his enthusiasm,” Tobirama rolled his eyes, heart feeling a little too fond given the grievances his brother had put him through. Once, Hashirama had fractured his ribs with a hug. He’d hoped, however, that Hashirama would not fall back on childhood habits.

He should’ve seen it though— Madara had after all. The flailing, the quirky habits, threatening with fire— wait no, he did that as an adult— but everything else was so painstakingly innocent. Tobirama should’ve really kept a closer watch on Hashirama.

“I’ve been working on the jutsu, a little while longer and I believe I will be able to undo everything,” he reassured.

Mito sighed in relief, pulling Tobirama into a hug as best as she could around the swell of her stomach. Tobirama let her hold onto him for a few long moments, talking softly of the progress he made with the seals and making note of her suggestions, before coaxing her into the kitchen to eat.

And let Mito freeze, hiding his smile at her surprise. Dishes were neatly laid across the table, a cup of steaming tea covered with a small plate and placed by Mito’s seat. Madara grinned at them from beside the stove, turning at a pot.

“I’m making ramen! I know it’s nothing fancy but you seemed stressed and tired so I thought you might want something easier to eat so you can go rest sooner.”

Mito blinked. Settled herself into her seat and took a sip of her tea, humming appreciatively. “I didn’t even remember having those spices.”

“You didn’t,” Madara frowned. “I don’t know what the hell you two are eating but without these,” he gestured to the various small bottles he had set on the counter, “it can’t be anything good. I sent Hashi to Tobi’s. I made him buy these earlier.”

Hashirama grinned, swinging his feet from where he sat atop the counter. “See! I helped! I even set the table!”

He looked at Mito hopefully and she smiled. “Thank you Hashirama. Thank you Madara.”

Both boys beamed proudly though Madara quickly ducked behind his hair, adorably bashful. “It’s very simple. I hope you find it as pleasing as the effort.”

Mito smiled encouragingly, taking the pot from Madara and helping share it into the bowls. “I am certain it is delightful Madara.”

Madara blushed a bit brighter, settling quickly in front of his own bowl.

“Itadakimasu!”

Tobirama grinned, making sure to limit his own portion as he watched his brother’s and sister-in-law’s eyes open with surprise, noises of appreciation slipping past their lips as they dug in with a little more vigor than would be polite. Mito and Hashirama were sure to want seconds. Maybe even thirds.

Madara’s eyes darted to Tobirama’s bowl and he looked up with confusion, eyes silently asking if Tobirama were okay. Smiling gently, Tobirama glanced at their other two companions before dropping Madara a wink.

It was okay. He’d get Madara to cook for him later.

———————————————————

“I uh want to go look for berries at the river! From over there!” Madara called out awkwardly, shuffling from one foot to the other.

Hashirama looked up from the berries he and Tobirama were picking. He looked bemused for all of two seconds before his lips spread in a wicked grin that he hid behind his basket. “Okay!”

Tobirama, too busy separating the berries (and perhaps sneaking a few to eat) just nodded distractedly, only looking up when Hashirama stood up a few minutes later. “Anija?”

“Let’s go look at the river too, Tobi!”

Rolling his eyes, Tobirama let himself be pulled down the path Madara took, frowning when he heard something like a trickle of water when usually the river was silent during these times of low-tide. As they neared, he could just faintly make out Madara’s hair and, just before he could call out, watched Hashirama throw himself out of the bushes right behind the other boy.

Madara’s back went ramrod straight.

“Still can’t go when someone’s behind you?” Hashirama laughed loudly, finger pointing.

Madara whirled around just as Tobirama stepped through the bushes, face cherry red and mouth open to scream at Hashirama. Upon seeing Tobirama, he burned even redder, looking for all the world humiliated and betrayed as he hissed at Hashirama to shut up.

And suddenly so many other things made sense. Madara’s insistence to wait until Tobirama was far too distracted or not even in the house to use the restroom, mumbled excuses of needing privacy to go do something like clean or having to water plants of all things (“better for him to get the job done correctly”) keeping the bathroom door firmly locked even though Tobirama had not once known him to be body shy. Hell, just that morning Madara thought it appropriate to walk around the house with nothing but a small towel wrapped about his waist.

Madara was shy to use the bathroom around…anyone apparently. Tobirama bit back a laugh, frowning instead when he saw Madara hide more behind his hair, the tip of his nose reddening as he curled as much into himself as he could.

Tobirama could feel the headache coming. Why did he think agreeing to watch over both of them was a good idea? Oh right, so Mito could rest and Touka wouldn’t feel tempted to commit treason by killing one of the two brats. Especially given the fiasco that happened yesterday when Touka was in his shoes so he and Mito could work on the seal more.

He really was too kind for his own good.

“Anija!” Tobirama snapped. “Stop wasting time bothering Madara.”

“But Tobi—” Hashirama whined. “I—”

“We are going to pick berries at the river mouth—Madara already has this area covered.”

That would put them far off out each other’s sight so Madara could have his privacy and still be close enough for Tobirama to come if anything were to happen. He dragged his brother away without another word, missing the besotted and grateful look Madara shot him.

It wasn’t too long until Madara joined them again, flicking his hands through a much too familiar sign and setting the edge of Hashirama’s clothing on fire. Shrieking, Hashirama took off upstream before Tobirama could douse him with water, passing the place Madara had been and diving beneath the river surface.

“I suppose that was fair,” Tobirama mused. “I don’t think he got hurt at least.”

Madara scuffed the ground with his shoe, voice soft when he responded. “Yeah.”

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. While I’m certainly surprised your bladder cooperated with your discomfort in quite the opposite manner than I would have expected—”

The boy flushed deeper. “No! I um yeah that’s odd but I um, I actually have something for you!”

“Oh?” Tobirama raised a brow. “Did you get something you were with Touka?”

Madara shook his head, determinedly looking at his shoes. “No I, I meant to give this to you earlier but then,” he waved his hand about awkwardly. “-all of this happened instead.”

Tobirama squinted, nose wrinkled. “Before you do that, did you wash your hands?”

The Uchiha squawked. “Of course I did! I’m not your brother! Stupid Senju—!” He shoved a small box in Tobirama’s hands as he continued his tirade against the Senju Clan.

Ignoring him— Tobirama had gotten quite good at that even before they began courting— he opened the box carefully and stilled. Inside was a small chain with a circular tanzanite pendant, a silver dragon figurine curled around one edge, its tail curling up to connect the pendant to the chain, and a silver leopard figurine stretched along the opposite edge. Their eyes were little red gems, pyrope, and almost exactly the shape and shade of his eyes. The only difference was the trace of black cutting through the red, carving Madara’s mangekyou into the dragon’s eyes.

Tobirama felt his breath catch.

“Madara—”

“You like both those animals! And, and you said I'm— that having me around is like having you’re own personal dragon so I…” his voice fell to little over a whisper. “I had that made for you. So it’s like I’m always around, like we’re always together.”

And now Tobirama’s eyes were watering, happy tears, and wasn’t that an idea. After so much grief, after never once even humoring such an absurdity as crying happily like his brother, Tobirama was well on the verge of doing the same.

Falling to his knees, he pulled the Uchiha into his arms, habit leading him to tuck his face against Madara’s hair. “I find myself really wishing you weren’t a child right now.”

Madara stroked a hand through Tobi’s hair, returning the hug tightly with a disgruntled pout. “Me too. This is fucking annoying. I want to kiss your pretty face, damn. Why’s that so much to ask for?”

“What!”

Hashirama stood gaping behind them, horror and anger twisting his features. “You’re dating my brother?”

“Anija—” Tobirama sighed, hand going right for the bridge of his nose.

“No!” Hashirama yelled, stomping his foot, childishly if not for the Mokuton poking through the dirt. “No, you don’t get to say anything! You were supposed to tell me before— don’t bother explaining or, or giving excuses now! I forbid it!”

Tobirama reeled back in shock. Not once, not even in the worse of Hashirama’s anger, had he ever tried to silence Tobirama.

“What?" Madara growled. "You what?”

Hashirama snarled. “I forbid you from dating my brother.”

The plants and grass were growing, leaves and stems thickening, hardening, and coiling up towards Madara.

“You can’t do that!”

“I can! And I will! I know you! I know your habits—”

“My habits?”

“All that damn time— you can’t handle a long-term relationship! And I’m not letting you use my brother, you backstabbing—” Hashirama was shaking with rage. “You, you bastard!”

With a yell, he lunged towards Madara recklessly only to be thrown over the Uchiha’s shoulder. Madara kneeled onto Hashirama’s chest, wrapping a hand around his throat, body also trembling with fury.

Tobirama moved to separate them, hands grabbing at Madara’s shoulders.

“I love him!” Madara yelled. “I love him! And you don’t get a damn say in any of it!”

Hashirama stopped clawing at Madara’s hands and Tobirama’s own hands went slack. Madara spun to look at him, sharingan burning in his eyes. Something like desperation seemed to spin in the commas.

“You hear me? I love you.”

Perhaps with the best timing ever, the air filled with smoke, startling them all apart. Tobirama covered his eyes as a bright light danced between the wisps and tossed the scroll he’d kept packed with Hashirama’s and Madara’s clothes into the fog, right at the red eyes looking back at him. When it dissipated, a Madara, an adult Madara (thankfully somewhst properly dressed) was standing there, sharingan still spinning in his eyes as he stared at Tobirama. No words passed before the two men pressed their lips together, hands tangling in each other’s hair. Something wet trickled down their cheeks and Tobirama couldn’t tell if the tears were coming from his eyes or Madara’s.

“I love you, I love you,” Madara whispered between kisses. And Tobirama nodded as of to answer some unspoken question.

“You love him?” Hashirama whispered, eyes flooding with tears. He tugged a haori over his shoulders. “You love my baby brother? You’re not just— Oh. Oh Madara I thought you were— oh I’m so happy!”

They weren’t paying attention to Hashirama’s babbling though, too transfixed and overly emotional at the admission of a confession they had been denying themselves.

“I’ve missed you,” Tobirama murmured, pressing his forehead against Madara’s. “Don’t ever go in my lab without me again.”

Madara laughed shakily. “Never. I’m never going anywhere without you ever again."

———————————————————

Omake:

Hashirama wailed, squirming against the chains and seals in vain to get away as Madara used his kama to shear his long brown locks down to the base of his scalp.

"I told you I’d chop your hair off, bastard!” Madara cackled. “Now stay still before I accidentally take your head off!”

“I can’t believe you disguised yourself as Mito!” Hashirama sobbed. “I can’t believe she and Tobirama helped you! Traitors!”

Madara just laughed louder and continued hacking at Hashirama’s hair.

#madatobiweek2020 #de-aged #fanfiction #submission

230 notes · View notes

readerinsertfanfiction · 4 years

Note

tobirama's s/o is making fun of his face on the mountain ? and it ends fluffy pls!!!! :D sorry about my bad english its not my native lenguaje and im too lazy to use google haha i love all your content is beautiful thanks

I understand you just fine, Anon! English isn’t my native language either and Google translate is probably the worst thing you can rely on to form sentences. Best way to learn a language is just to try and not be afraid to be corrected and accept the feedback. Thank you for enjoying, however!

Fandom: Naruto

Character: Tobirama Senju

Prompt: “Your nose is so high, it rivals Mount Everest.”

“Hmmmm.”

A pout on your lips, a thoughtful look. Squinting your eyes you tried closing one of them as you held out a thumb, measuring the horizon as you turned your hand left and right for the right angle.

“No, not right,” you mused to yourself, eyes shifting back over to the man next to you.

Tobirama’s face was exasperated as he glared back at you, arms crossed as he waited for whatever it was that you had to say. Of course you had something to say. You always did, and the man wondered why he had even expected something else, eyes already rolling at the thought of whatever it was that you had found.

“Yes, yes, definitely not right,” you continued, turning around with your arm outstretched. The thumb with which you had measured his rock was now facing him, measuring his features.

“Let me guess,” Tobirama sighed, eyes closing before opening them again, eyes trained at his carved visage.

“My nose, it isn’t high enough,” he started, his head cocking a little as he tried to discern whatever smartmouthed detail you could make out of the work. “It should be as big as the whole mural, which is the reason why they had to resize it,” he followed on deprecatingly before clicking his tongue.

“My eyes, they aren’t sharp enough. They are supposed to stab you with a kunai as soon as you lock your gaze on them. Should have added a contraption into my pupils that shoots out such arrows for the unassuming fool who dares to face me,” he scathingly added before his hand reached the back of his neck.

Criticising your own image did feel a little strange, if not a bit damning to your own self-image. Not that Tobirama would ever admit to such weakness, no, he rather outdo you in whatever witty remark you had readied yourself.

“My snarl isn’t deep enough. I should look so disappointed that you can practically hear me say: ‘I’m disappointed, son’.”

You giggled at the man next to you and his remarks, arms folding to your back as you shook your head.

“Nope, not what I wanted to say.”

Heaving another sigh Tobirama’s finger tapped against his arm, trying one last thing.

“My head isn’t large enough to display my huge ego,” he tried, to which you let a chuckle go.

“If you say so, Tobirama,” you shrugged casually at the observation, eyes glittering in mischief as you laced your arm through his. Pulling the man closer to you, you affectionately leaned your head against him as you looked up at the hokage rock.

“The rock missed out showing off my love for you,” you tenderly spoke, a giggle escaping your lips once more as Tobirama shifted underneath your warm touch.

“Sap,” was all he had to say.

#naruto #naruto x reader #tobirama x reader #tobirama #tobirama senju

149 notes · View notes

louiserandom · 4 years

Note

How about some cute soulmate thing for HashiTobi - for the prompts? :3

AO3 :3

don’t hide from me

Rating: T

Summary: When you’re born, the first sentence you’re going to say to your soulmate is written somewhere on your body. Hashirama’s soulwriting says: I love you. Tobirama’s has always been simply: Anija.

A/N: sorry i kinda forgot how to write but still hope you enjoy it x)

“I can’t wait to meet my soulmate again,” Hashiramasighs, lying on his back on the soft grass of his and Tobirama’s favoritemeadow, clothes sweat-drenched from their intense bouts of sparring. “I wonder whatthey’re like. Tobi?” He turns to face his brother. “Who do you think would suitme best?”

Tobirama is lounging on the ground next to him, in much thesame position, though his eyes are closed and his muscles are far too tense—fromthe sensing, no doubt, his enormous range far too much for his eight-year-oldbody to handle. Hashirama reaches out absent-mindedly and kneads his chakrathrough Tobirama’s palm to envelop his body, smiling when the effect is immediate,and his little brother completely relaxes under his touch.

“Someone fun,” Tobirama says, cracking an eye open, “brave,kind, just like you. Someone with…” He gives Hashirama an appraising look. “Asimilar level of intelligence.”

“Was that a jab at myintelligence or an acknowdgelement of my genius?”

Tobirama shrugs. “You’ll never know.” Though his tone flat,Hashirama has long trained himself to spot the hints of derision in his eyes. “Andit’s acknowledgement, Anija.”

“Tobi,” Hashiramawhines, “stop being so mean to me!”

“How is correcting your atrocious grammar mean?” Tobiramaasks, in that squeaky cute voice that really doesn’t fit his personality.“And I’ll stop being mean when you stop acting like an idiot when wespar.”

“But Tobi—”

“Even if you’re going easy on me, you’re magnitudesstronger than me, and I shouldn’t ever be able to catch you by surprise,”Tobirama chastises him, ignoring Hashirama’s trembling pout, “because we’re atwar, and as far as everyone’s concerned, we’re adults. You need to takeyour training seriously, Anija.”

Just to be contrary, it seems, Hashirama sticks his tongueout in the most childlike manner possible and shifts his gaze back to the skyagain, a full-fledged frowny pout now distorting his features.

Tobirama sighs.

His brother is ridiculous.

And annoying.

And adorable.

He sits up with another overly loud sigh and gently pushesHashirama to follow his example, scrambling to sit behind Hashirama’s back andstart braiding his hair. The usual peace offering. His brother melts under theattention in a way that makes Tobirama feel warm, happy, proud of himself, anda few minutes pass in increasingly comfortable silence before Tobirama startsspeaking again,

“As I said, I think your soulmate will be kind. Andunderstanding. And empathetic, just like you are. They’ll love nature andanimals and you’ll spend a lot of time outdoors, going on adventures…” Justlike you and I do right now. Tobirama frowns and quickly shoos the treacherousthoughts away. “They’ll be just as funny, optimistic, brave, and strong as youare. And they will always have your back.” He finishes the two neat braids,smoothing it against Hashirama’s shoulder blades. “All done.”

Hashirama turns to face him and Tobirama has to rollhis eyes at the painfully familiar teary smile he sees. He returns it, ofcourse, tentatively, and is immediately crushed by one of Hashirama’s overtighthugs.

“Oh, Tobi,” he says, voice trembling, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Anija,” Tobirama whispers against the crookof his his neck. Hashirama only ever revealed his soulwriting to Tobirama,apart from their parents who’d seen it suddenly appear at some point, soTobirama knew those exact words, I love you, marked the skin of Hashirama’sforearm. The words he had presumably spoken to Tobirama after he was born,because Tobirama’s own soulwriting is a terrible, damning curse consisting of asingle word:

Anija.

It resides on his shoulder and is small enough that it was hiddenby his clothes when it appeared in answer to the first word he’d ever spoken. Alate bloomer when it came to learning to speak, Tobirama could already read bythe time he was three and had picked up enough about soulmates and soulmarksfrom the adults’ conversations to know that he shouldn’t have beenbonded with his brother.

That according to Senju tradition, such relationswere frowned upon, so close to something bad the grownups called taboo,and it made Tobirama scared, made him suffer, terrified of the possibility oflosing his most precious person. Because one thing became clearer over theyears—his Anija is, indeed, his perfect match. His best friend, his onlytrusted battle partner, the only person in his life Tobirama truly needs andwanted to be around constantly. And it hurts Hashirama too. He knows hehad spoken to his soulmate at some point but missed that moment, he craved—andstill craves—the day he meets his Chosen once more, oblivious to the fact thathe’s spending most of his days next to him.

Next to Tobirama. So different from the image of the idealsoulmate he painted for Hashirama all those years ago, when they were carelesskids lounging in their secret meadow, hunting for flowers and animals in the swirlsof the clouds. So unlike the person Hashirama imagines and whispers to Tobiramaabout, when they have secret sleepovers in their respective rooms during theirteen years.

Funny.

Passionate.

Kind.

Sincere.

Compassionate.

The truth about Tobirama’s personality slips out of the mouthsof his clanmates, usually the elder ones.

Too serious.

Cold.

Merciless.

Reclusive.

Demon.

The last one peeves him the most—a moniker bestowed on himfor his ferocity in combat, only increasing as he grows from lanky teen to allbut a full-fledged adult. It doesn’t matter that he only ever fights to protecthis family, his very few friends, to protect his clan that he still holdsdear to his heart, despite everything, so that what happened to Kawarama andItama doesn’t happen to anyone he cares about ever again. It doesn’tmatter that, for Hashirama’s far-reaching dream of peace, he takes great careto never wound Izuna seriously when they clash, so as not to upset Hashirama’s oncebest friend (The one who would be perfect for Hashirama, had Fateallowed it, Tobirama’s mind continues to betray him.)

It doesn’t matter that he still cries quietly into Hashirama’sshoulder every time a battle is too much, too red with blood, too bitter withthe smell of death and rotting flesh. Hashirama calms him with soft words andsimple breathing exercises, holding him close and healing his wounds with well-practicedwaves of his hands.

“Am I a monster?” Tobirama asks him, heart heavy with the weightof the war and death permeating everything around them.

“Of course not,” Hashirama’s answer is always the same, “Tobirama,you’re my brother. My amazing, wonderful, precious, dearest brother. You’renot a monster. And you never will be. I love you.”

It’s in the aftermath of such a violent battle that Tobirama’sworld is shattered because of one careless, foolish mistake.

In an effort to protect a reckless clanmate (fourteen, theyoungest one on the field after Hashirama and Tobirama had strong-armed their weakening,disease-ridden father to disallow child soldiers to be sent to combat),Tobirama fails to evade the blade that pierces his upper arm. His senses onlybarely register poison before he throws a kunai in a precise, deadlystrike and promptly collapses to his knees.

It’s far too hot.

The fever burns through him almost like a real fire lickingat his skin, eating away at it.

Tobirama knows he’s screaming—and a lot—but can’t stophimself, even as he hears the soothing tone of Hashirama’s voice, feels thereassurance radiating with all the force of his brother’s life-giving chakra, relishesthe faint ‘I love you’ he can hear through the burning haze. The knowledge thatAnija is nearby is enough to make Tobirama pull through—and far too soon for apoison this strong.

He regains consciousness two days later, finding himself inhis room, not a hospital ward, completely healed and coherent.

“Anija?” Tobirama calls for him.

He’s is nowhere to be seen.

It’s at that moment that the implications of the incidentcatch up to him. He’s shirtless, patched up where he was wounded, while thekanji of his soulwriting gleams golden on his opposite arm.

“Shit.” Tobirama scrambles out of bed, heart pounding. There’sdried blood on him that he quickly washes away, untying the bandages andhastily throwing on the first things he can reach.

He can feel Hashirama’s chakra, somber and tense, out by thekoi pond on the outskirts of the compound. Without much restraint, Tobirama usesthe Hiraishin to get to his brother, coming face to face with what he dreads isgoing to be disappointment, disgust, hatred—

Hashirama only sighs in relief.

He stands from where he was sitting cross-legged near thepond and draws Tobirama into the painfully familiar bone-crushing hug that hasTobirama choking up, even as no words are passed between them.

Just silence.

Synchronized breathing.

Chakra kneaded together, just like it always is when theyneed reassurance of the other’s survival and well-being. It’s too much,suddenly, it’s—

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Hashirama asks softly, drawingaway but keeping his hands firmly on Tobirama’s shoulders. “Tobirama, your soulwriting—whydid you keep it from me?”

Tobirama swallows through the tightness in his throat. “Because…I-I’m your brother. I’m not…” He waves his hands in a gesture that’s supposedto convey all the things he isn’t, every failure of his personality and actions.

Hashirama doesn’t get it.

“Not—what?” he asks. Tobirama can see the heartbreak in hiseyes, doesn’t understand why his Anija would want to torment him this way.

“Not enough,” Tobirama breaths, and to his horror, everyfear, every secret, every restrained admission of feelings comes spilling outnow that his darkest secret has been revealed. “Not good enough. I’m not whatyou need, Anija, and everyone knows that, knows that I’m not you,not like you, and I never will be—”

Hashirama hugs him close again and lets him speak, rubbingsoothing circles against Tobirama’s back and burying his face in the crook ofhis neck without a word. Soon enough, though, Tobirama feels a smile bloomagainst his skin, confusion spiking in him as he continues his sudden tirade ofwithheld confessions.

“You know,” Hashirama interrupts him at some point, “for agenius, you sure can be very stupid sometimes.”

Tobirama blinks. “What?”

Hashirama draws back again and frames Tobirama’s face withhis hands, grinning widely, no hint of tears or disappointment in his eyes,only pure inexplicable elation.

“I love you,” Hashirama says, voice barely above a whisperas he recited the words embedded on his skin—uncovered now because he never feltthe need to, if it’s Tobirama he was with. “Those are the first words I spoke toyou. I forgot, because I’m an idiot, but you,” he thumbs Tobirama’s nose,making his face scrunch up, “are a bigger idiot for not allowing us to form aproper bond for seventeen years, Tobirama.” He stops abruptly as a thoughtseems to occur to him. “You want that, right?”

“More than anything,” Tobirama admits, dazed.

“Well so do I, dummy.” Hashirama laughs, and the waves of joy—relief—lovecrash from his chakra in overwhelming waves, flooding Tobirama’s senses anddrawing a smile from him, too. “May I kiss you?” he asks, in all seriousness.

Tobirama roughly draws him into a kiss in place of an answer.

He slows down almost immediately, though, because it occursto him, through the buzzing excitement, that he’s never actually done thisbefore. It doesn’t seem to be a problem, though, as Hashirama gently coaxes himto follow his lead. He moves his lips languidly against Tobirama’s, proddinghis mouth open and deepening the kiss, drawing low moans from the both of themas they relish the closeness they’ve both been wanting so much.

“Seventeen years,” Hashirama whispers when they break apartfor air, “we’ve got so much missed time to make up for.”

Tobirama shivers, and not just from the adrenaline coursingthrough his body.

“The clan—”

“Can go fuck themselves, for all I care,” Hashirama declares,stealing a quick kiss that, despite being softer and more innocent than theirrecent one, makes Tobirama blush. “You’re my most precious person, Tobirama,and I won’t let anyone take away what we have. What we will have.”

Tobirama has another sudden urge to kiss his brother again.He does just that. They drink in each other’s breaths and moans, let wanderinghands explore, though Hashirama restrains him when Tobirama’s hands get alittle too curious.

“Seriously?” Tobirama asks, unimpressed.

“Seriously,” Hashirama says firmly. “I want to do thisright. And that means slow.”

“Right means right, and slow means slow, Anija, those termsaren’t interconnected.”

“You know what I mean!”

“I really don’t.”

“Tobirama.”

Huffing, Tobirama lifts his hand to instead stroke theelegant line of Hashirama’s neck. The skin warm and full of energy beneath hisfingers, grounding Tobirama and making him feel, for the first time, completelysafe and barely bothered by the thoughts of an uncertain future.

“We’ll be okay,” he says, half stating, half questioning.

“Of course, we will,” Hashirama promises. “Don’t worry, Otouto,we’ll get through anything together.” He presses their foreheads together. “Ilove you.”

And just like that, the flimsy remnants of Tobirama’s doubtdissipate.

“I love you too,” he says, tugging Hashirama in for anotherkiss of hopefully countless more to come, “Anija.”

#hashitobi #hashirama senju #tobirama senju #camp nano april 2020 #fanfic #lou writes #tobirama #hashirama

58 notes · View notes

raendown · 4 years

Link

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 4126 Chapter: 42/42 Summary: Not all wars are fought on the battlefield. Some are fought at the conference table, with whispers in the shadows, or even in the bedroom.

In a world where the Senju and Uchiha traditional lands were too far apart to have ever made them enemies, Butsuma and Tajima are the ones who come together and sign a treaty of peace. Madara isn’t happy to have his life signed away for him in a political marriage to strengthen the bond between their clans. He is even less happy to have Tobirama make assumptions of him from their very first night together. What follows from there is a journey of healing, of learning, and finding the places to belong in the places least expected.

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

KO-FI and commission info in the header!

Chapter 41

Opening the door with several cardboard boxes in his hands was made twice as difficult by the stupidly complicated seals protecting it. Why Tajima had been so paranoid when his possessions weren’t any fancier than anyone else’s was beyond him but Madara was mostly disappointed in himself for forgetting to ask Tobirama’s help disabling these stupid wards. Stomping in and out a hundred times would be so much easier if he didn’t have to unlock the seals every time.

“Would you get out of the way, brat?” Susumu’s voice was the first to greet him once he finally managed to struggle his way inside, though thankfully she didn’t seem to be talking to him. For once.

“I’m not in the way!” Kagami’s voice shot back. “You’re making a mess, baa-chan!”

“Oh shush your face. Sometimes you have to make a mess to clean a mess.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

Madara paused in the genkan to shake snow out of his hair and gave some thought to leaving his boots on. It wouldn’t matter if the floors got dirty, after all, and they would all need a good scrubbing before the house was sold anyway. After a moment of thought he kicked them off anyway. If he left them on he just knew that he would inevitably kneel down and sit back on his own heels without thinking, soaking dirt and snow in to his backside. None of the people here were in any way above mocking him for doing so. It was much safer for his temper to simply avoid embarrassing himself as much as possible.

Rounding the corner brought him in to the middle of chaos. That was the only word to describe what had once been a very neat and orderly living room that now looked as though a localized tornado had come through. Which, Madara thought with a snort, could be a fairly apt description of Susumu-sensei. His teacher stood in the center of the madness with one hand on her hip and the other pointing imperiously from side to side as she directed a grumbling Kagami to pack which items in which box.

When she spotted her old student in the doorway her eyes gleamed and Madara was quick to start walking again.

“Coward!” she hollered after him. He stopped and turned back to stick his tongue out at her and then spun to hustle down the hall at double speed.

Izuna sat on the floor of their father’s bedroom when he entered, clothing and personal items all gathered in to organized piles here and there. His expression was somber as he stared down at the pendant dangling from a chain held in one hand. Dull silver did its best to catch the light as it spun, dusty and old yet no less precious than it had been when it was brand new.

“Do you remember this?” he asked without turning. Madara set his boxes down and sighed.

“Of course. Mother’s necklace; she wore it every day.”

“It’s almost strange that he kept it.” Bringing his other hand up, Izuna caught the pendant to trace the simple twisting shape with his thumb. “He was so empty when we lost her. I mean, I get it, that’s what the Sharingan can do to us. He broke because he loved her so much. But when he did it was like he forgot how to love anything, even her memory, so it’s strange to know that he kept mementos like this. Do you think he just forgot it was here?”

Madara shrugged as he settled on the edge of the mattress just beside his brother’s shoulder. “Can’t say. After he shut us out I didn’t exactly spend a lot of time with him.”

“I miss him. The old him.” His brother heaved a sigh that carried years of emotion. Then he easily leaned in to the touch when Madara reached down to stroke the top of his head, no other words needed to convey the understanding they shared.

“He was a good father until he wasn’t,” Madara said.

Nodding carefully so as not to displace the hand comforting him, Izuna grunted. “Even if I won’t miss the way he became it’s still really weird knowing he’s gone. I might not have been close to him anymore but he’s been a constant for my entire life. Almost two decades of having him over my shoulder; now I’m drifting on my own and it’s…a little sad, in a way. A little scary.”

“I suppose I can understand that, although I don’t know if I feel quite the same way. Sensei has been there for me a lot more than father was even before we lost him to the emptiness. It’s a shame you were never as close to her as I am.”

“She wasn’t my teacher.”

“True, still a shame though.” Madara stroked his hair again. “Maybe it wouldn’t feel as though you’d lost the last of your family.”

Reaching up to capture the hand on his head, Izuna wove their fingers together for a quick squeeze. “I still have you, Aniki. I know that I’m not entirely alone. Packing up all of his stuff just has me in a bit of a maudlin mood.”

“Understandable. Just don’t start weeping on anything, alright? We can’t sell it off if it’s all ruined by water damage.” It took quick movements to free his hands and dodge off the mattress before Izuna could smack him for that. Madara was happy to see an exasperated smile blossoming on his brother’s face even if it was accompanied by rolling eyes.

He was already halfway to the door and reaching for the boxes he’d carried in when the other blew a raspberry in his direction.

“Go on! I don’t have time for you if you’re going to be like that!”

Clearly he didn’t mean it but Madara hadn’t planned to stick around in there for much longer anyway. He had his own share of the sorting to do and lounging around with the others who had promised to help him would get none of it done.

Well, not entirely true. Their share would get done. Really the consequence he was worried about was the many horrors any of them might come up with if they realized that he hadn’t done his share. Spurred on by his own rather dark imagination, he wasted no time stepping in to what appeared to have been his father’s home office. Or so he assumed from the presence of a desk against one wall even if the thickness of dust everywhere indicated this might not exactly be the most frequently used room in the house. Much as he would have liked to disparage the man as lazy Madara knew it was because Tajima had a habit of spreading his work over the kitchen table so he could work while he cooked and ate or even look over some of it in passing while he cleaned.

Lacking any better place to start, Madara first wandered along the bookshelves and took in the titles to see if they needed any organization before being packed away. He was utterly unsurprised to see they had already been immaculately separated in to categories. That made it easier to simply drag one of the boxes over and begin emptying them all in, packing the rows as tightly as he could until he remembered that he was the one who would need to carry this all out later. Nothing would be more embarrassing than having to add a little chakra just to get one little box off the ground.

Some of the books he set aside in another pile and left the boxes he filled unsealed until Tobirama could look through it all to see if he was interested in adopting any of them. No sense in letting knowledge go to waste. Not to mention that he was probably one of very few who could make sense of them. Why Tajima had been keeping books on advanced fūinjutsu theory when he barely understood the basics was probably a question none of them wanted the answer to.

Once the bookshelves were emptied Madara turned towards the desk with a sigh. He could only guess what sort of idiocy had been gathering dust within those drawers and with the rising prevalence of storage scrolls it was impossible to say how much junk he would actually need to sift through. Staring at the desk wasn’t getting anything done, however, so with dragging steps he went over to push the chair out of his way and sat down on the floor, pulling the bottom drawer open. To his surprised delight there wasn’t much inside, a few folders containing papers relevant to clan business and a few to-do lists that seemed to be from the past spring when they all emigrated here. It was hard to believe that it had already been three quarters of a year since these lists were needed - and just as hard to believe that it had only been three quarters of a year.

Although lately it seemed like there was nothing else on his mind, Madara couldn’t help but think of all the things that had changed since Konoha was first settled. Barely a year ago he had shared a bedroom wall with his last surviving brother, tapping messages to each other in the dark of night when dreams woke them both. Like a wayward child he had spent his last few months as a single man roaming the forests around their territory with a perpetual pout as he bemoaned cruel fate for imposing an unwanted husband upon him. His duties had been no more than daily chores and a few administrative things his father didn’t care to do himself, dreams of love at first sight still dancing in the back of his mind, everlasting and easy as a summer smile.

How naïve he had been.

Now his days were filled from morning till night with duties for both clan and village, decisions and tasks to help lead the way to a brighter tomorrow, a future where children like Kagami could flourish without fearing for their lives on an early battlefield. Where even the adults slept safely without jolting awake at night and wondering if that was the sound of the wind or if their homes were being invaded by rival clans.

Sliding the first drawer shut with a quiet snap, Madara took a deep breath. It was nice to look back at all that was but he had always preferred to look forward instead. As one of two chief advisors to their new Hokage he hoped he could encourage at least a few people to do the same.

When he opened the second drawer his first reaction was to let the air back out of his lungs in a great exasperated rush. His worst fears seemed to have been realized; it was full of storage scrolls. The only silver lining was that they all appeared to be labelled with the contents so it was easy to put them in to piles as he pulled the whole lot out one by one. Some looked to be more administrative papers. One label made him cringe as he suspected it contained the entirety of the old filing cabinet that used to sit in his father’s office at the old compound.

It was the final scroll at the very bottom which gave him pause. Surrounded by piles of varying sizes, Madara reached in to the drawer and paused to see something unexpected labelling the end of this last one. His own name. His brows furrowed and he traced his fingers from one end to the other as he tried to think of what might be inside. His name could mean many things. Not all of them were good. After a minute or so of contemplation he took the scroll in a careful grip and hefted it as though the weight might belie its contents, a myth he’d already had disproved while he learned to draw this seal for himself.

Of all the many things he might have expected to appear when he opened the parchment across his lap to carefully apply a bit of chakra, letters did not even appear on the list. Yet that was exactly what he got, an entire stack of letters that wobbled and toppled immediately in to a messy pile between his folded legs. Each was written on identical parchment, penned with identical ink, similar formats though they were all of varying lengths. Two things stood out to him immediately.

First that these had all been written in a very familiar hand, though the neatly printed dates in the top right hand corners were all from before he and this person had even met.

Secondly that another familiar hand had busily scrawled an endless series of notes in the margins of every letter in a different color ink. Madara could remember his lessons as a young boy, writing papers to show how his vocabulary and literacy had grown, receiving them back from his father with blue ink in the margins noting all the places he could still improve or small thoughts on his turn of phrase. Now here it was again and Madara could hardly believe his eyes.

‘Not even their natures match, can they truly be happy?’ Tajima had written beside an inquiry in to whether any members of their clan were born with an affinity for water.

‘Madara knows nothing of such things’ had been scrawled in next to a rambling paragraph about sealing techniques, followed just below with ‘The clan could benefit from this knowledge’.

Another letter from a different day included carefully worded questions, the first tentative steps of a man getting to know his prospective spouse. Tajima had written in the answers with notes to remind himself to word them in Madara's turn of phrase. But what truly stole the breath from Madara's chest now was the final paragraph in which the original author had made his hopes known for a happy marriage and the lines deeply scored in to the parchment where Tajima had circled these words and written ‘Our futures depend on it’.

If he were honest Madara had all but forgotten the underlying reason behind their initial difficulties. Now he sifted through the letters that Tobirama had written to him before they ever met, reaching out with honest intentions, ignorant of the fact that none of the replies had been penned by the one he was writing too, and fell in love all over again. His questions were earnest, his heart already open. And from the notes in blue ink Madara could imagine that Tajima had taken some creative liberties with his responses in an effort to make him sound more receptive to the idea than he had actually been.

Not to sabotage them deliberately, he realized at last, but to give them the chance that he had been so adamantly against at the time. To draw Tobirama in and allow him to see the person Madara was, something which Madara could now willingly admit he would not have allowed. He had gone in to their marriage with his hackles up and on their own it would have taken months upon months for him to allow the other man in enough to know even the simplest things about him. Of course, Tajima had unintentionally caused a similar situation anyway but his interference had already laid the groundwork for things to eventually work out in the end. It wasn’t enough for Madara to forgive him his meddling, it didn’t make it okay, but it was good to finally have an explanation for things that had hurt him even if he had long gotten over such injuries.

It was good to know that, even while his father felt empty and cold in the wake of his beloved wife’s death, there was room in him to try. Perhaps not to care as he once had but to reach towards humanity with intentions that might be perceived as compassionate in his own broken way.

Dropping the letters back in to his lap, Madara lifted his chin to look around at the dusty unused office. He had watched his father change in strange ways since coming to Konoha but until this moment he’d never been able to come up with a plausible explanation for why. How could such a proud and intelligent man make so many idiotic mistakes? Now he wondered if perhaps Tajima hadn’t simply grown tired of life. After paving the way for a better future, then turning his eyes back towards the past. It sounded just like him to find a way to go out in a blaze of glory, to go to his final rest where he could be with his beloved and take with him the last obstacle between tyranny and true peace – Butsuma.

Of course, with the both of them dead no one would ever know for sure. It was only a theory and it didn’t matter much in the long run besides loosening the knots in Madara's chest ever so slightly. His feelings had been complicated ever since they lowered Tajima’s body in to the ground but it felt strangely easier to mourn him now.

Packing up the rest of the office was a task he completed with his head almost entirely lost in the clouds. One moment there was hours of work left ahead and the next he was standing in the middle of the room with piles of cardboard around him, empty shelves yawning along each wall as though hungry to be filled again. Izuna’s chakra had moved in to another part of the house but Susumu and Kagami remained in the front room, joined now by another. After glancing around at the work he’d apparently done Madara left the room and drifted naturally towards the one who had just arrived.

He expected to find Tobirama shaking his finger at the other two with a lecture on how to be more productive. It was a shock to instead find Tobirama flat out on his back pretending to squirm while Kagami held him down and declared himself the new Hokage for defeating his sensei, an incorrigible Susumu cheering them both on from the sides. With her head thrown back and one hand clutching her belly in laughter it was hard to remember the last time he'd seen her look so jolly, a sight that filled Madara’s chest with warmth in a way he didn’t expect to hit him quite so hard. Pausing in the doorway, heart in his throat, he watched the three of them interacting as though they had always been a family and thought to himself that he could never imagine anywhere he would rather be.

Surely there could be no other alternate universe where he was happier.

“Come on, you’re not giving any effort!” Susumu called. “Defend yourself oh mighty Hokage!”

“I can’t, he’s too strong.” Tobirama made an exaggerated show of trying and failing to push away the arms holding him to the floor. Kagami giggled and flopped bodily down over his teacher’s chest.

“You can’t move! I win! I’ll keep you trapped here forever!”

“But how will I eat?”

Kagami’s face was a masterpiece of surprise as he appeared to realize this very serious issue. If the two of them were busily locked in a battle of wills for the rest of forever how were either of them going to fill their tummies? The distraction was enough that Tobirama was able to pounce, rolling up in to a sitting position to throw the boy over his shoulder and follow the motion through to stand up fully, grinning openly while Kagami’s squeals filled the room.

“How the tables have turned,” he rumbled.

“Sensei! Put me down!”

“Oh? You can dish it out but you can’t take it?” Tobirama feigned an expression of surprise for Susumu, who only laughed harder and still offered no help to either side.

As he watched from the doorway Madara was glad of the chance to wipe at his eyes unseen. He would never hear the end of it if any of these idiots saw him misting over just from happiness; it would be the single most embarrassing moment of his life. Clearly he had earned mercy from one god or another since Izuna didn’t magically appear from nowhere to point and laugh. After a quick check to make sure his brother was still settled with no obvious signs of popping out from wherever he had squirrelled himself away, Madara drew in a slow breath and stepped forward.

With all the furniture moved around to clear the center of each room they had created almost an extension of the hallway leading from himself to his loved ones. Keeping his eyes locked on Tobirama, tracing the shape of that gorgeous smile, he couldn’t help but compare this moment to the moment when they first met.

The walk down this aisle looked infinitely less terrifying than that day. Where before he had seen nothing but a gaping chasm of the unknown he saw now the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. On the day they met they had stood together at the altar and known nothing but each other’s faces. The man he saw here was nothing like he could have ever predicted, nothing like the horrific things he had laid awake worrying himself with imagining. When Madara reached the top of this aisle it was to be greeted with such a gentle look in his husband’s eyes that for a moment he had no words.

“I came to help,” Tobirama murmured, blithely ignoring Kagami’s tiny fists where they beat against his lower back.

“Looks like you’re doing a wonderful job.”

Susumu-sensei let out one final bark of amusement and propped both hands on her hips. “He’s helping me work some energy out of this little half-baked tartlet. Have you come to ruin our fun, little one? Crack the whip and get us back to work?”

“Not at all,” Madara denied innocently. “I only wanted to suggest that if Tobirama holds him low enough he would be at just the right height for you to ruffle his hair.”

Kagami screeched with betrayal and shouted for them all to leave his curls alone. They ignored him, of course. Instead Tobirama bent his knees until the boy was just low enough for a good ruffling and grinned openly at Madara as he held the squirming legs in place with an iron grip.

Seeing him so happy and carefree had Madara's stomach flipping over itself in the best possible way. Eight months ago he would never have been comfortable expressing even mild amusement around any of them let alone smiling so widely. It was a testament to how well he had accepted this family as his own, a mark of how content he was in this life they had all built together.

It was everything he had ever wanted.

By some miracle he managed not to burst out in to a great sobbing mess of disgusting happiness but was somehow able to hold himself at bay and wait patiently until at last Tobirama had the mercy to set Kagami back down. The tightness in Madara's chest was not helped at all when the little mite immediately threw both arms around his teacher’s waist to beam up at him happily as though he had enjoyed the last several minutes of torture. When he let go he turned to shake a finger at Susumu and tell her off for attacking him so deviously, giving Madara the opening he needed to beckon his partner over. Tobirama slid in to his arms like a puzzle piece slotting in to place.

“Good afternoon, anata.”

“Hm, surprisingly it has been, yes. I thought this would be quite a dour affair but there’s been…a few surprises that kept me in high spirits.” Madara tossed the idea back and forth of revealing what he’d found in the office. Then Tobirama smiled down at him and he decided to leave it be. Things were fine as they were.

“By any chance was I one of those surprises?” His husband asked with a cheeky grin.

Surrounded with warm and happy chakra, held tightly in the arms that kept him safe from the pains of the world, and so in love that he could hardly stand himself, Madara could do nothing more than smile back and shake his head very slowly.

“From the moment I met you,” he murmured softly, “you have been the best and the greatest surprise of my life.”

#rae writes #madatobi #madara #tobirama #kagami #susumu #izuna #fanfiction #good lord is this done?#i can't believe this story is done #WHAT DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW???

34 notes · View notes

peppymint1986 · 4 years

Text

Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing

Things have been a little stressful the last few weeks which has meant a lot less time doing my hobbies. But, I have decided it is time to buckle down and start writing again.

Acquainted With The Night: Chapter One

A pair of dark brown eyes snapped open as their owner was abruptly awakened from peaceful dreams. Outside his modest home, the flowers whispered of unfamiliar footsteps. Even more concerning, none of the properties other wards had so much as twinged. His lips formed a grim line, Hashirama turning over to gently wake his wife, shushing her with a finger over her lips.

Mito did not ask any foolish questions. The sight of her husband’s face in the moonlight was all the direction she needed and they had planned for this. Sliding silently out of the bed, the enchantress slipped a pair of tessen into her robe before ghosting down the hall towards their young son’s room.

As for Hashirama, he needed no weapons. While the druid preferred to spend his time tending his gardens and healing those in need, the truth was, he was a weapon. And woe betide anyone who threatened those he loved. He had learned many years ago what happened to those who could not defend themselves. In this case, though, it was unnecessary.

“It is me Anija,” a well loved voice called out from the kitchen.

Relaxing, Hashirama strode forward. Snapping his fingers to ignite the lamps his beloved wife had crafted. “It is alright Mito,” he called up the stairs. “It is just my brother.” Stepping into the kitchen the elder Senju smiled in welcome. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

There was no reason to ask why Tobirama had snuck in like a thief in the dead of night. The demon hunter had made far too many enemies throughout his career to lead them back to his family. Oh it was known he was a Senju, but the clan of a thousand skills was known to wander far and wide. It was perhaps the one way his unusual looks had ever held him in good stead. Instead Tobirama just shrugged. “I did not want to disturb your rest.”

Perhaps another would not have seen the unasked question in the albino’s features but Hashirama did. “It was the new flowers,” he stated. A rare breed which bloomed overnight rather than under the sun’s rays. “Do you like them?”

As though Tobirama would ever object to something that kept his family safe. The two surviving brothers had learned that lesson the hard way. He opened his mouth to say so only to be cut off by Hashirama’s gasp of dismay.

“You’re hurt!”

Rolling his eyes, Tobirama allowed himself to be manhandled into a chair. It wasn’t that bad, barely more than a scratch. Not to mention that he had already treated it with one of his brother’s salves.

“What caused this?” Hashirama asked hands lighting up as he called upon his healing powers.

Tobirama rolled his eyes as he let his brother work. “Just a little scuffle with Uchiha Izuna.” Nothing unusual. Truth be told he had no true quarrel with the Vampire Clan. At least, not since Tajima’s well deserved death a decade before. Those who remained after the internal purge following their patriarch’s destruction rarely killed without reason; and never, ever children. It had been years since he had purposely hunted an Uchiha, and that one had been banished from the clan.

Honestly Tobirama was of the opinion that Izuna’s whole problem with him stemmed from Madara. As for Madara himself, well to be truthful the Senju had no idea what was going on there. His path crossed with the Vampire Lord’s far too often for it to be merely a coincidence. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about that. He had tried.

Nodding to his sister-in-law as Mito slipped into the room, Tobirama decided he had let his brother fuss over him long enough. “It is healed Anjia,” he flexed the limb. “You see.”

“But I might have missed something,” Hashirama objected.

“You didn’t.” There wasn’t even a scar.

“But.”

“Hashirama.”

The druid pouted as he looked into the other’s crimson eyes. “Can you blame me for being worried?” he asked. “I just wish you would . . .”

“Are we really going to fight about this again brother,” Tobirama interrupted. He had made his decision long ago.

For a moment the warmth drained out of dark brown eyes as Hashirama remembered the tragedy of that long ago day. The day he had found one of his younger brother’s kneeling next to the corpses of the other two. “I know Tobirama,” he whispered. “It is just.”

Tobirama leaned forward to gently squeeze his brother’s shoulder. “I understand Anija, and I will do my best to be careful.” Ultimately though, he would promise no more than that.

Hope you enjoyed and please comment. You never know what might cause inspiration to strike.

#acquainted with the night #chapter one #vampire au #Senju Tobirama #Uchiha Madara

10 notes · View notes

theshinobiway · 5 years

Note

Hey there! Ive always wondered how the members of team Gai would react to being tickled? Who's the most ticklish and who would be most likely to tickle back? I love your blog and writings so much, keep it up!

Anon, I was cracking up at this request and trying so hard to make it through when I was writing it. There were a lot of times where I had to pause, take a laugh break, then try to get back to it. I got a little ridiculous with it, but I figured this is what you were looking for anyway.

Also, thank you so much for the kind words! It really means a lot!! Thanks as always for contributing to the blog!

Headcanons: Tickling / Being Tickled by Team Gai

Might Gai

Tickling

Ø Uh, what? You want to tickle who?

Ø Son, this man has ten inches of steel. No, not there—well, of course there but that’s not what we’re talking about—I meant he has ten inches of steel in the form of muscle that covers his entire body. You think this man can feel a tickle?

Ø He’ll play along, though. If he notices you trying to tickle him, he’ll act like he is. Poorly. He doesn’t want to discourage you from trying because he thinks it’s adorable—S/o or not.

Ø You’ve tried everything, from getting the jump on him to using a variety of tools. Nothing. Gai just looks at you with confusion.

Ø You try with backup one day (probably in the form of his team plus Naruto) who are too morbidly curious to pass up on the chance to figure it out for themselves. Neji and Tenten justify it by saying it might be to their advantage to learn one of their Sensei’s weaknesses.

Ø You manage to capture him and try every method you possibly can. Naruto makes clones and tries every spot he can. Lee flails around. Neji attempts a modified version of 8 Trigrams. Tenten uses any object she can think of. All end in abject failure, no matter what you do. (Why does this play out like a Rock Lee Spinoff Skit? Hire me already, VIZ.)

Ø Hold on, you try his feet. He’s wincing, he’s squirming, this might be it! He’s opening his mouth and he…!

Ø Sneezes. Are you kidding me.

Ø However, the minute Gai gets drunk, he’s ticklish everywhere. It scares the crap out of you because it’s so unexpected.

Ø His laughter wakes the dead. It’s not even subtle, he’s screaming. Scream-laughing. The village hates you now. Stop tickling him before Tobirama Senju rouses from Konoha graveyard himself and kicks your ass for disturbing his death.

Ø Drunk Gai is ticklish everywhere. You could poke him and he’ll collapse, wheezing.

Ø NO ONE IS EVEN TOUCHING GAI AND HE’S LAUGHING.

Ø “The Wind! It’s tickles!! It will be my undoing!”

Ø “Fuck’s sake, Gai.” – Kakashi Hatake

Being Tickled

Ø You can tell he find the idea of tickling entertaining. The only way you get tickled by Gai as a non-s/o is if it’s part of a joke routine.

Ø He’ll do it in public too, so you might have to physically fight him for embarrassing you.

Ø He’ll probably launch a surprise attack during a training routine, or if you’re too sluggish during a training session he’ll attack you to liven you up. Gai’s methods are always unorthodox anyway, there’s nothing abnormal here.

Ø Try to launch a counter-attack and realize that God is dead. Since Gai isn’t ticklish, he’ll stare at you in confusion before lightening up. “Oh! It seems your energy has returned once more! Now, time to unlock the full potential!”

Ø Uh. What.

Ø OH HELL NOW HE’S GOING AT IT. RIP you sad soul, your first mistake was laughing. Now he thinks it’s a valid way to wind you up for exercise.

Ø A relationship with Gai involved regular tickle fights. It actually becomes a regular occurrence. Gai’s relationship is lighthearted. He’s the kind of s/o that you’re best friends with (move over Kakashi) and that doesn’t get upset pretty much ever.

Ø Gai memorizes where you’re ticklish and sometimes will tickle you as a greeting to get the jump on you. He thinks it’s hilarious no matter how much you (playfully) throw fists at him to complain. Now he can’t even resist.

Ø He always stops when he realizes you need a break. He’s pretty good at noticing when a sweet, funny moment can easily turn into not-so-fun. He doesn’t let the mood get ruined.

Ø His tickling also comes with incessant teasing. Oh, and cheek kisses. Lots of cheek and face kisses all over while he goes for your weak spots.

Rock Lee

Tickling

Ø Lee is ticklish everywhere. The repetitive motion of tickling is what does it for him, he has a weakness for it. But gosh, is it so hard to tickle him.

Ø He squirms around like no other. Limbs fly in every direction. His face turns red with laughter and he can’t hold still. You almost feel bad because he gives you puppy-eyes when you try.

Ø Those puppy-eyes guilt you into stopping every time.

Ø He pretty much can only manage to say “Nononono” and maybe your name if it’s not too long.

Ø Lee can take a lot of punishment tickling. He doesn’t have any hard feelings about it either, he’s mostly just bewildered by what just happened.

Ø He might suggest regular tickling as part of a training routine to up his endurance. Okay, cool, so you try multiple times. Does it actually increase his endurance? No, but you get more of cute, giggling Lee, so it’s worth it. (HIRE ME VIZ.)

Ø Getting tickled by his s/o is something that warms Lee’s heart. It reminds him just how much he can be himself around you and how easygoing your relationship is. He doesn’t mind any jumps on him (unless it causes an accident, then he’s just concerned for your safety first.) and welcomes the notion that your relationship can be full of little everyday surprises—big or small.

Ø Once or twice, he holds his breath and kisses you to make you stop. God Lee is just so sweet. Of course you stop, but now Lee’s giggling because he’s kissing you. It’s a win-win.

Ø Occasionally he’ll pout if you launch a full-on tickle attack while he was doing something, but he’s just joking. Give him more kisses and you’ll see that right away.

Being Tickled

Ø Lee will probably only try to tickle his s/o, unless someone convinces him—FOR SOME REASON—that so-and-so needs to be tickled as part of a…whatever, training, mission, bar mitzvah, funeral, look. Lee is not a hard boy to convince.

Ø At first he… doesn’t really know how to tickle? You’re laughing because he looks so ridiculous doing it. He literally just wiggles his fingers a bunch and hopes it does something. He’s so easily tickled he doesn’t understand just how it works.

Ø Wh—WHO TAUGHT LEE TO TICKLE!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

Ø When Lee learns how to tickle, he’s the master. Once he tried it on Neji. Both of them agreed that doesn’t count as an official victory in Lee’s favor. Only because it wasn’t really a ‘match.’

Ø He is the Beautiful Blue tickle monster Beast of Konoha. None can withstand his fury.

Ø It’s canon that he has tickled at least one of his opponents to victory.

Ø As an s/o, tickling can be a regular occurrence with Lee. He loves getting the jump on you and hearing your laugh. He will literally do anything to make you laugh.

Ø If you hate tickling, he’ll honestly be kinda miffed about it because he thinks it’s a cute couple thing to do. He’ll let you do it to him still, though.

Ø Lee nuzzles you before, after, and sometimes during a tickle attack. He’ll giggle along with you because he thinks that your laughter is infectious. If you’re seriously trying to pry his arms away, he’ll let you.

Ø Once or twice he’ll blow raspberries on you if you both are really in a goofy mood. It makes his heart flutter when you can’t hold back your laughter.

Ø It doesn’t matter if you’re newly dating, long-term, or married: Little moments like this don’t die off with Lee.

Ø Lee will pass the habit of tickling to your children (if you have any.) He’ll even teach them to attack you, thinking it’s adorable when you get caught off guard. Of course, the only valid response is to team up with your kid(s) to get back at Lee.

Ø God you all have such a fluffy dynamic. It’s the envy of Konoha.

Tenten

Tickling

Ø Do you want to die? This is how you die.

Ø Needless to say, trying to tickle someone with an entire army of weapons saddled on their hip at all times isn’t for the faint of heart.

Ø Tenten isn’t as ticklish as her teammates. But she is very ticklish on her lower stomach and her feet.

Ø There are three ways this can go: You’re her s/o and don’t go too hard at it the first time you attempt, you’re her s/o and launch a full scale tickle attack, or you’re not her s/o and you simply try at all, (maybe with help)

Ø You can tease her about being ticklish, but she’ll pout about it. It’ll be really cute when she does.

Ø If you’re her s/o and blow raspberries on her stomach, she’ll giggle. Then you die.

Ø She doesn’t even like your breath anywhere near her stomach. It’s that bad. Even during more intimate moments, she prefers if you just skip her stomach entirely.

Ø Catching Tenten in a serious tickle attack is asking for it. Even if you can pull it off, she’ll have broken up with you at least three times during the attack. Give her lots of love after until she comes around.

Ø Now, Tenten appreciates a good prank. More than the other members of the Konoha 12. She doesn’t always like being pranked, but that’s the name of the game. Prank wars are a regular occurrence with her in a relationship. If this falls in with that, she’s more forgiving.

Ø She has the cutest giggle. Part of her is trying to be furious with you, but she actually enjoys being tickled a little. She thinks it’s a really cute way to be playful with your s/o.

Ø If you’re not her s/o and you tickle her: You’re getting beaten, strung up, and left to hang in one of Konoha’s many training grounds. You had better hope someone finds you, because she isn’t coming back for you. Same goes for anyone that tried to help you in the attack.

Ø Three days later, you (and your accomplices) have acknowledged that the weapons mistress of Konoha should probably be the next Hokage.

Being Tickled

Ø Tenten does not forget the time you got the jump on her and has plotted her revenge accordingly.

Ø She gets creative. Really creative. She stalks you for a few days, mapping out your patterns, taking note of all of your habits. She has your entire day down pat before launching a counterattack.

Ø You sit down for lunch one day, then the next moment you wake up in an unknown location.

Ø “Did you drug me?” “DID YOU TICKLE ME?!”

Ø We will not speak of the horrors that occur over the next twelve hours.

Ø You never tickle anyone ever again after that incident. And every time you so much as see a feather or someone makes a tickling motion with their hands, you may or may not have flashbacks.

Ø With her s/o? What are you talking about? This is the privilege of being her S/O. Non-romantic parties get left in the woods.

Ø If it was part of a prank, then given Tenten’s extremely playful nature, tickling can be a regular-not-as extreme occurrence.

Ø You can get away with cute moments of tickling her now and then if you don’t go for those spots. Her sides aren’t nearly as ticklish, but they’re enough to make her giggle. You’ll get loads of cute moments laying in bed, joking with each other, and the occasional tickle to punctuate a joke aimed at one another. Those are the best moments.

Neji Hyuga

Tickling

Ø DO YOU WANT TO DIE? BECAUSE IT SOUNDS LIKE YOU WANT TO DIE

Ø Okay first off, hats off to you if you can catch the man with 360 degree vision unawares enough to launch a tickle attack. Because that’s the only way you’re going to get close enough.

Ø Neji is calm, often stoic, and proper. That being said, his self-control is through the roof. If he catches you, even for a split second, he can “turn off” his tickle response. The only way to successfully do it is to make contact and initiate your attack without him realizing what is happening until it’s too late.

Ø Neji’s sides are extremely ticklish if you catch him. He practically drops to the floor on contact. You’ll never hear him laugh so hard, it’ll be a sight to see. If you’re relentless, he’ll have tears in his eyes and he’ll try to shove you off, but he won’t have the strength to do it. He’ll squirm around a lot, though.

Ø His laugh is so cute? Neji never bursts out laughing hard, ever. His face is so flushed and, despite the fact it’s an automatic response, the smile won’t come off his face, even for a few moments after the tickle attack. He’ll be gasping for air and begging for you to stop, but he can’t really take in air to get the full words out.

Ø He’s also ticklish behind the knees, but there’s a high chance he’ll knee you in the face—probably intentionally—if you try.

Ø If you’re his s/o he’ll be super peeved and you’ll get the silent treatment for many days after, but you have a higher likelihood of forgiveness. If you’re not, your existence will conclude in less than 24 hours.

Ø If you’re his s/o he will never admit in a million years he found your ‘attack’ so stinking cute, even if it annoyed the living hell out of him. He has a certain weakness for the little cute things couples can do, but man does it destroy his image.

Ø If you’re not his s/o, your day ends either in the hospital or the morgue. If you had accomplices, such as Naruto or Lee (or both) and tried to sneak up on him, he has no problem sending three bodies to the same place. Which one? Depends on how merciful he feels that day.

Being Tickled

Ø It’s hard to imagine Neji as the kind to tickle someone, and for good reason: he might do it once in his entire life.

Ø The only way he’s going to do it is if you’re his s/o and you’ve launched a surprise attack before. He’ll have been giving you the silent treatment for a few days, still visibly annoyed you tried something so ridiculous and humiliating on him, but then he gets an idea: revenge, and a taste of your own medicine.

Ø He’s calculating about it too. You’ll have just gotten home and you’ll say hello, fully expecting that he’ll give you a courteous nod and nothing more (like he has been for the last few days.) But he’ll actually say hello and hold his arm out, gesturing you to cuddle on the couch while he’s reading. Of course, after a few days of silence, the invitation is all so tempting.

Ø You poor soul.

Ø The minute you sit down with him, you know something’s off. You don’t get a chance to react. Now you’re in his lap and in a death grip, and Neji whispers something along the lines of “You’ve made a poor decision, haven’t you?”

Ø Neji attacks every single ticklish spot you have in a flash. His hands move so fast it’s almost simultaneous. No matter how hard you wriggle, you can’t get away. He avoids every single thrash. The tickling only ends on his terms.

Ø It occurs to you between gasps of air and laughter that he wasn’t giving you the silent treatment: He was plotting revenge. Oh shit

Ø He doesn’t stop until you’re about to pass out from oxygen deprivation from laughing so hard. Mercy isn’t a word to him. There are no safe words. You chose your fate.

Ø Bruh, why did you launch a physical attack on someone who can shut off all 361 tenketsu in a split second?

Ø Once the debt is paid, the situation falls into the past. You have two options: turn this into an all-out war (…why would you?!) or resolve to let this be a lesson to you.

Ø In the future if you get any more mischievous ideas involving him and he can tell, Neji will definitely brush his hand over your ticklish spot and give you the look as a warning. The cold shiver that runs down your back when he does helps you reconsider.

Ø You’ve reconsidered. You’re not doing it.

#naruto #naruto headcanons #neji #neji hyuga #rock lee #tenten #might gai #might guy #headcanon #headcanons #anime headcanons #tickling #I'm always down for joke requests to break up some of the serious ones #TheShinobiWay #the shinobi way #team gai #team guy

119 notes · View notes

whatwouldnarutodo · 4 years

Text

Sentaku - Chapter One

Pairing: Tobirama Senju x Sarutobi!OC

Rating: Mature (smut in later chapters, description of violence)

Description: Hideko Sarutobi, eldest daughter of the clan leader, wants nothing more than to become a good kunoichi to protect her loved ones in a time where being a shinobi was a man's job. After coming to peace with the Senju and Uchiha, the Sarutobi clan settles down in the newly founded Konoha village. To include them more on the village's business, Hashirama decides to let Hideko work as Tobirama's assistant, who doesn't seem fond of her at all.

--------------

Betrayal may be forgiven one time, and one time only. After the second time, I will know no mercy.

The kunai hit the middle of the target, like always.

Standing in the middle of the new Sarutobi training grounds, you did the only exercise you were officially allowed to: throwing kunais or shurikens at immobile objects.

“Hideko? Father wants you to come to his office.“

That was the voice of your little sister Sachiko, the most important person in your life. Her being the only sibling you had left made you overprotective sometimes, but you always wanted the best for her.

Right now however your focus wasn‘t on Sachiko, but on the weapon in your hand.

“Tell him I‘m busy.“

The kunai hit the target and you took out the next one.

“But nee-san, he said it‘s urgent“ Sachiko said with crossed arms, her pouting made her look like a little child again.

You rolled your eyes and grunted. It has been merely a week since your clan moved to the new compound in Konoha after making peace with the Senjus and Uchihas, and your father was already badgering you with your clan duties. His intention was for you to become a good clan leader after him, but honestly you couldn‘t care less about clan politics, you just wanted to live your best life as a kunoichi and become stronger, improve your jutsus, maybe even develop some new ones.

“I know you don‘t really want to talk to him right now, but he‘s going to take his anger out on me too if you don‘t go. Just get it over with, maybe it will go better than you expect.“

You sighed surrendering and threw the next kunai, this time infused with chakra. It not only hit the target precisely, but flew right through it with an explosion.

“Fine.“

“You wanted to see me, father?“ You said with forced courtesy.

Takeshi was a strict man that didn‘t like to show any emotion at all. His face and mind were scarred from all the terrible years of war during which he had to hold the Sarutobi‘s ground against the more prestigious clans, such as the ones he just signed a peace treaty with. The sun rays shining through the windows behind him made him appear as nothing more than a dark silhouette; he was busy with some paperwork behind his desk and didn‘t even bother to look at you when he responded.

“I have a task for you; I have decided that you should work as the Hokage‘s advisor. This will be a good way for you to learn more about the subtleties of politics and enhance our clan‘s political leverage. It‘s all decided already, so go and meet him right now.“

Is he serious? Since your father had a few “advisors“ himself, you knew exactly what working as one meant. But doing tedious paperwork, running errands and getting coffee for the Hokage all day was the last thing you wanted to do. He still sees me as a mere tool, not as a human being, let alone as his daughter. An all too familiar feeling started to seethe in your stomach area and slowly burned its way up to your throat. Your hands balled to fists, your nails digging deep into the flesh of your palms.

He‘s going to take his anger out on me too.

Remembering Sachiko‘s words made you swallow your frustration. For now.

“I‘ll be on my way.“

Your unusually obeying tone was surprising enough for Takeshi to look up, but you already turned around to leave. You were almost out of the office when you heard his deep voice rise up again.

“Clean yourself up before you go. Not everyone has to know about your pitiful attempts at whatever you call ‘training‘.“

It took all of your willpower to just keep going and not turn around to fight the old man.

You took a deep breath before you knocked at the door to the Hokage‘s office. The only time you had met Hashirama Senju before was when he had officially welcomed the Sarutobi clan to Konoha. He had seemed to have the same aura of authority as your father, but with much more warmth to it. Shortly after being introduced to each other, you had managed to excuse yourself to go train in the woods nearby, but far enough from any strangers that could potentially torture you with small talk.

Since your first meeting with the Hokage was so short, you still didn‘t quite know what to expect when you entered his office.

“Ahhh Hideko-san! Come in, I already expected you! How‘s everything going at the compound? I heard it‘s almost finished, isn‘t it?“ Hashirama‘s aura of authority was completely gone and replaced with a big, almost goofy looking grin on his face.

Although his warm greeting caught you off guard, you quickly remembered your manners. After bowing down, you answered with a polite smile.

“Thank you so much for taking your time to receive me, Hokage-sama. Everything is going fine at the compound, we are all doing our best to settle down in Konoha as well as possible.“

The Hokage let out a loud laugh. “Well, I‘m glad to hear that! Now, let us talk about the reason why you‘re here. As you were probably already informed, Lord Takeshi and I would like you to work here as a way to include your clan more in the village‘s business. Since your father described you as disciplined, intelligent and calm, I think the best position for you would be to work as my younger brother‘s assistant.“

“The old man described me...like that?“ was one of the many thoughts that ran through your mind, but one of them was more paramount than all the others. You couldn‘t manage to hide your frown when you answered:

“Tobirama-sama?“

Your more than unenthusiastic reaction didn‘t remain unseen by the Hokage.

“I guess that, as a representative of one of the biggest clans in Konoha, you expected to work in a higher position“, he said with an apologetic smile. “However I can assure you that this job indeed is an important one. My brother is quite the workaholic and I am afraid that his work will consume him completely if he doesn‘t get some assistance and guidance soon.“

You nodded slowly. What Hashirama didn‘t know was that your frown wasn‘t caused by your dissatisfaction with the job per se. No, you didn‘t actually care about it at all; after your last talk with your father you decided that anything was better than staying at the Sarutobi compound all day, locked in like a wild animal in a cage. The reason for your reaction was the reputation of your soon-to-be boss. Tobirama was well-known for his unfriendly and distant behavior, especially towards women.

“What exactly will my task be?“

After taking a moment to think, he leaned back in his chair.

“Hmm, I guess you will just do everything he asks you to do.“ You gulped. Everything?

As Hashirama realized the latent ambiguity in his statement, he laughed nervously and quickly added: “Ah, don‘t worry! He will probably just ask you to assist him with his research on the development of new jutsus, that is if he wants you to do anything at all.“

Your tense body relaxed a little bit. New jutsus? That doesn‘t sound so bad.

“One more thing, Hideko-san. Could you also keep an eye on his health and help him organize his far too chaotic life a bit? I know that this is an unusual request to say the least. I‘m not asking you to do this as the Hokage, but as a concerned elder brother.“

His pleading smile was so sincere that no human being could possibly reject it, so you reciprocated it and bowed again.

“I will try my best, Hokage-sama.“

“All right! And please, there is no need to be so formal. Call me Hashirama.“ Suddenly, his focus shifted from you to the door.

“Ah, perfect timing, Tobirama! I don‘t think you two have met before, have you? This is Hideko from the Sarutobi clan, Lord Takeshi‘s eldest daughter.“

You turned around and greeted him with the same gesture as earlier: polite smile, bowing down.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Tobirama-sama.“

Instead of greeting you back, he did say nothing at all. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence you figured that he wouldn‘t respond and raised your head again to meet his gaze, which sent shivers down your spine immediately. His expression was the complete opposite of his brother‘s: His red eyes had a coldness to them, seeming to assess whether you were worth talking to. I guess the rumors were true. You gulped again. Suddenly you weren‘t so sure anymore if this job would really be better than staying home. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the contempt in the first word he ever spoke to you, making your body freeze.

“You...“

~Flashback~

I am going to lose if I don‘t hurry up, Tobirama thought as he jumped from branch to branch in an inhuman speed, barely visible to the naked eye.

Elder brother is never going to let this go. He has never won a bet before.

“You were late for the meeting...again, Tobirama“ Hashirama sat behind his desk in the Hokage‘s office, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

The younger sibling huffed and crossed his arms. “I simply lost track of time doing research. It is not that big of a deal.“

“Yes it is, you remember that you have more responsibilities than training and research, right?“ Hashirama asked in a serious tone, before his face lit up as an idea formed in his head.

“And now that I think of it, the clan elders made the remark earlier that maybe a wife would help you get your time management on the right track...“ A sly smile formed on the Hokage‘s lips.

Tobirama sighed and pinched his nose. “It will not happen again“, he said surrendering.

The Hokage nodded smugly and leaned back in his chair. “How about we make a bet out of this?“

“You have a serious gambling problem, you know that?“ A purple aura of depression appeared around the Hokage as he lowered his head, which caused Tobirama to let out a sigh once more. He knew what the only thing that could cheer his brother up was, and although he wasn‘t very fond of the idea, he decided to give in.

“And what would that stupid bet look like exactly?“ he asked nonchalantly. In the blink of an eye, Hashirama was back to his normal joyful self.

“Ahhh, let‘s see. So many possibilities…Oh, I have a great idea! If you manage to be punctual for every meeting and event within the next month, I will grant you more resources for your research and even think about scheduling you for less meetings with the clan elders. But if you don‘t manage to be on time, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to make you take a...“

“If you say ‘wife‘ I will kill you right on the spot, brother.“

Hashirama laughed. “I was going to say ‘new assistant‘. Do we have a deal?“

Tobirama rolled his eyes and turned around to leave. “Fine.“

I should arrive at the compound soon. Tobirama ran by a small clearing when he heard the familiar sound of two kunais colliding, which let him hide his chakra and take on a battle stance immediately.

The sight that came into view when he sat on a high branch at the edge of the clearing confused him. There was no battle going on. The only one he could make out was a woman wearing a festive kimono, the dim moonlight was reflected in the hairpins that made her hair into a noble updo. His brows furrowed when she took out two kunais out of one of her pockets and threw one, then used the other kunai to change the direction of the first one.

It felt like someone had pushed together two clearly unfitting jigsaw pieces with force. With her festive clothing she looked like she should be with him at the welcoming ceremony for the Sarutobi clan, but here she was doing something so out of place as shinobi training, probably disregarding a multitude of social norms by doing so.

Tobirama couldn‘t move. With every throw, with every strand of hair that became loose and with every complacent smile of hers when she reached a new level of precision he became more and more captivated.

After a while, she seemed to get a new idea. “What if...“ she said looking at the kunai. Her hand became surrounded by a blue aura, followed by a small explosion that made her fall hard onto her back.

Foolish woman, Tobirama thought to himself. Is she really trying to infuse a kunai with chakra? The density of the metal is far too high, no one has ever managed to do so. But she was already back on her feet, this time she tried to fuse the chakra gradually into the metal instead of all at once.

No matter how hard she tried, it always ended with her dropping the weapon, her hand covered in more and more burn scars. After about 50 attempts, she sighed and leaned her upper body forward, her hands resting on her knees.

“So she‘s finally giving up“ Tobirama whispered, but he couldn‘t be more wrong. Instead, his eyes widened in complete disbelief at her next action.

Mumbling “I‘m not going to go back there anyways“, she reached down to the hem of her kimono. Then she took both hands and ripped the light fabric until there was a tear that went up all the way to her upper thigh, which revealed not only a lot of skin, but also a bag with medical supplies. Tobirama stumbled backwards but quickly recovered, mad at himself that he lost his composure over something so trivial.

After bandaging her burnt hand, she tried again, her eyes filled with more determination than ever before. She closed them to concentrate, but nothing seemed to happen. A moment later, the kunai slowly began to glow, starting at the handle, until the whole knife was surrounded by just the faintest blue aura.

This is not possible...who is this woman? Tobirama wondered. As if the universe wanted to answer him, he heard a few male voices calling in the distance.

“Hideko-sama? Where are you? Your father wants you back at the ceremony!“

The ceremony...I definitely lost the bet now. Tobirama turned his head to take a last glance at her, but she was already gone.

“You...“ Tobirama stared at the woman in front of him. So she was the reason for him not getting the resources he wanted and needed so badly. She made him lose this ridiculous bet with her foolish ideas, refusing to give up. If it hadn‘t been for her, he wouldn‘t have to deal with the usually nerve-racking clan elders and an overly ecstatic Hashirama right now, who was only in this state because he won a gamble for once in his live. He blamed her for all of this, and he wanted to let her feel that so badly.

You stared back at Tobirama with narrowed eyes, waiting for a further explanation. Does he always behave like this? If so, you already regretted being so easily convinced to accept this job by Hashirama. But there was no going back now, and you definitely wouldn‘t let yourself be daunted by this guy, no matter how intimidating and distant he seemingly wanted to appear.

“Have we met before?“ Your tone was now much less polite than before.

You didn‘t get an answer...yet again. He averted his gaze and turned towards his brother, completely ignoring your presence. What a douchebag, I didn‘t even do anything to him.

“What was it that you wanted to talk to me about, elder brother?“

Oh, so he is able to form coherent sentences.

Tobirama‘s appearance had made you entirely forget that the Hokage was in the room as well. Hashirama rubbed his neck with one hand and laughed again. Something about this gesture and the drops of sweat on his forehead made him seem nervous, almost as if he was afraid of his little brother‘s reaction to what he would say next.

“Ahhh, yes! The thing I wanted to talk to you about! You see, as promised I did everything in my power to find the most qualified assistant for you. And well, my choice fell on Hideko-san over here.“ He pointed at you and smiled at you in an encouraging way. “She will be your new assistant, starting right now.“

Tobirama did not move one inch. His face was averted from you, which means that you couldn‘t get a glimpse at the war of emotions that took place inside of him and was visible in the grimaces he made. After a few extremely long seconds, he simply turned around and made his way out of the office. When he reached the door, he hesitated for a second and looked over his shoulder.

“Follow me.“

Now it was you who didn‘t answer, mainly because you didn‘t register that this was directed at you at first. Before you could say anything, he already continued walking. You turned to Hashirama with a questioning look on your face. There seemed to be a silent understanding between the two of you, which was shown in his apologetic and appeasing smile.

He is not always like this. I know it will be hard, but please be patient with him. He needs time.

Next Chapter

#Tobirama #Tobirama Senju #slowburn #enemies to lovers #fanfiction #fanart #sarutobi #xOC #hashirama #konoha #naruto fic #hokage #kunai

18 notes · View notes

yetanotherauthor · 5 years

Link

A gift for @writhingbeneathyou :D

Pairing: HashiramaTobirama Word count: 7628 Rated: E Summary: As an alpha uninterested in finding a mate and even less interested in examining why, Tobirama has long decided he would rather spend a lifetime following his beloved older brother.

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

Where I’ve Always Belonged

Sometimes Tobirama felt a little silly applying scent before battle. He was already an alpha, no one would ever know the scent was natural rather than applied if he skipped perfuming himself. But a tradition was a tradition and if his father had ever been right about anything it was that a shinobi could never have enough precautions. If all the omega in their clan had to apply scent to hide themselves then the alphas would do it too; no enemy would ever be able to tell the difference between who was actually an alpha and who was merely hiding their true dynamic.

From an early age he had taken his cues from the older brother he idolized, readying himself for war in his own room, a private time that he allowed no one to intrude upon. Some things are learned without questions and from watching Hashirama he learned that battle preparation was a very personal ritual. Today he stared at himself in the mirror and wondered how the world would change now that he only had one other alpha he needed to bow to. Bending his spine for Butsuma had always been a challenge no matter that the man was his own father and deserved a certain amount of respect for being the leader of their clan, if nothing else. With Hashirama it was different. In all his years Tobirama had never once felt threatened by his older sibling and it made coexisting in the same house much easier between them.

Perhaps he should have been more saddened by his father’s death a few weeks before but Tobirama had lost most of his familial affection for Butsuma the day he attempted to strike one of his own children over the freshly dug grave of another. Without the man around Tobirama found himself only glad not to clash so often with another alpha who may have equaled him in strength but surpassed him in authority only by virtue of having taken power before Tobirama was born.

Now he had only Hashirama to follow and Tobirama would follow his beloved Hashirama anywhere. Even in to battle with the Uchiha where he knew his brother would seek out the one he insisted on calling friend so many years after Madara himself had declared their friendship ended. Checking himself over one last time to make sure he had all the weapons and seals he typically carried with him, Tobirama stepped out of his room and moved down the hallway to rap his knuckles against Hashirama's door. The importance of respecting a person’s private space had been beaten in to him at a young enough age that it didn’t matter how long Butsuma lay in the ground, Tobirama would probably never let himself in to another person’s room without knocking for the rest of his life.

“Are you ready, Anija?”

“Just a moment!” The sound of Hashirama's harried cry made him roll his eyes. If ever there was a time to put his best foot forward it would be now while his position as leader of the Senju clan was still a bit rocky. Inheritance was one thing but there were several alphas who saw an opportunity for themselves in a young untested heir.

“You should be ready before anyone else,” Tobirama called through the door with a shadow of disapproval in his voice.

He listened for the huff he knew was coming and then Hashirama was throwing open the door to stick a tongue in his direction. “I just forgot something okay!”

“Sometimes I swear you would forget your own skin if you weren’t wearing it.” Tobirama shook his head and turned to leave, Hashirama scrambling after him and already wearing a pout.

“Would not! I mean, I’d be bleeding all over the place and there would be so many muscles and bones exposed; even I couldn’t miss something like that.” He grinned in triumph as though making the final point in an argument. Tobirama blinked at him slowly and decided he simply looked too happy to fight with.

Hashirama got out of many arguments by looking happy. It was a weakness Tobirama seemed to suffer only for him and it was, in a word, embarrassing. No hardened shinobi should be so weak to a simple smile.

Together they left the house and made their way towards the front gate of the Senju compound where Hashirama took point at the head of their forces and Tobirama stayed where he had always belonged, a single pace behind to watch his back. Where he had chafed at his position of third in command when their father was head of the clan he was perfectly content to remain second in command so long as it was Hashirama in front of him.

Battle that day was much like any other. Lives were lost, blades were crossed, blood was spilled and sworn over. Hashirama made straight for his lifelong rival to hold his might at bay and spout the benefits of making peace between them for the hundredth time. Despite being rebuffed each of those hundred times he persisted with no sign of having his enthusiasm lessened in any way. Of all the annoying things in life that had to be one of the ones Tobirama hated the most, although he’d never been able to pinpoint exactly why it should bother him if Hashirama wanted to waste his breath yet again. It wasn’t like he didn’t spout the same crap to everyone else he met as well.

In the end the battle culminated as it always did, with no clear victor only because Hashirama still refused to bring the full force of his might to bear against the people he believed to be as tired of war as he was and as ready for peace if only the one leading them would finally agree. Madara stood true against his opponent until the last of his people had quit the field. Then he spat at Hashirama's feet with a sneer and told him to stop dreaming of rocks. Those who understood the epithet only sighed.

Tobirama happened to think his brother was foolish to keep chasing such an impossible dream but that didn’t mean he enjoyed seeing the sadness on Hashirama's face as he led their people away from the same scene that had played out so many times. If he could give no other comfort then he could at least give the man a few moments to himself after yet another rejection, leading their people away and heading the march back home. Hashirama caught up to them when they were halfway there, bumping shoulders with his younger brother and offering a smile as a silent thank you. No other words were needed.

“A victory, I would say,” Tobirama noted.

“Can it ever truly be a victory when there have been lives lost?” Hashirama asked.

“We’re shinobi. It comes with the territory.”

“It shouldn’t have to be this way, though.” When he looked over Hashirama had leveled a devastating pair of puppy eyes at him.

Tobirama was having none of that. “Don’t preach at me, Anija. You know very well that while I am more than willing to go along with whatever direction you lead us in I also have less than zero faith in the idea of making peace with the Uchiha. That is your dream, not mine, so don’t come crying to me unless you want me to say I told you so again.”

“You don’t have to be mean about it,” Hashirama pouted.

“And I don’t have to be nice about it either. The benefits of having a forgiving brother.” Lifting both of his eyebrows, Tobirama dared the other to challenge him. He was smugly satisfied to see Hashirama's nose shoot up in to the air. No comeback; not a surprise.

When they returned to the compound it was a relief to let Hashirama deal with the debriefing and reporting to the elders while Tobirama himself was allowed to slip away. Even with only two people left in their now too-big house there was still hot competition for who got to bathe first on any given day. If they were still young boys they might have bathed together and done away with any fights on the matter but Tobirama could vividly remember the exact day when Butsuma decided they were both getting too old for that. Hashirama had been sick through the night and Tobirama wanted only to help soothe the older boy, maybe wash his hair for him since he enjoyed it so much, but he was turned away at the door and cuffed around the ears as he was told that boys their age should respect each other’s privacy in these matters. They had bathed separately ever since.

Slipping in to the hot water was an almost euphoric experience, as it always was for him. Water being his element meant that he was happy to submerge himself in any sizable body of it at a moment’s notice but hot water was always an extra pleasure. As soon as he sat down he could feel the tensions of this never-ending war slipping away to leave him almost entirely free of worries. Today’s clash had left him with no open wounds but several new bruises and relaxing in a bath was just the thing to help loosen his limbs so they wouldn’t cramp when the bruises muscles began to throb.

By the time he emerged from the natural pool their house had been built around he felt ready to face whatever idiocies the rest of the day had to throw at him, cleaning the water as he left after his hour of languishing. If pattern held he would probably make time for another quick soak before bed for no other reason than that he wanted to but for now he decided to have mercy and allow Hashirama a turn to soak away the grime of sweat and blood.

As he suspected, that familiar woody chakra emerged from the room across the hall as soon as he slid his own door shut and headed straight for the bathing pool. Tobirama smiled as he dressed himself in a plain yukata, delving in to the calm of having his precious person close just to keep up his own relaxing good mood. Something must have been bothering Hashirama though because, instead of the usual happy lassitude he always seemed to carry, his chakra was laced with a strange frenetic energy that tasted like worry. That couldn’t mean anything good.

It was just strange enough that Tobirama stayed in his room instead of going out to speak with one of his many cousins about whipping them up a few meat pies for dinner as he had planned to. That could wait until after he’d made sure nothing life-ending had come up during Hashirama's meeting with the elders. Only the gods knew what kind of madness went on in the minds of those old coots.

To allow for some respectful distance in case talking would have to wait awhile, he pulled his senses back in to himself and set about puttering around his room to keep occupied. Mostly he read through some of the correspondence waiting on the desk growing out of his floor, drafted a few replies, poked at a few of the trade requests the Uzumaki had sent them. All things that needed to get done anyway so he could justify waffling around in his room until he was needed. Once or twice he got up to clean some trifling messes that didn’t really need cleaning yet until finally his patience was rewarded by footsteps down the hall and a light rapping at the door. Without getting up he turned in his chair and called for Hashirama to enter but when he did Tobirama frowned.

“Why did you send a clone?”

“I, uh, whatever do you mean?” A beaming smile tried to distract him but he only frowned.

“You’re not the original. I can always tell.”

Hashirama let out a nervous smile and poked the ends of his pointer fingers together. “Ah, haha, how can you tell? I have the same chakra!”

“Because I can’t smell your clones.” Tobirama stood up slowly to approach the clone with a suspicious face. “Which you know already. Are you in your bedroom? I’m coming to see you; you’re being strange and I want to know why.”

“Wait! Hold on! I wanted to talk to you before you go in my room! It’s important!” The clone hurried after him but Tobirama ignored it and continued on his way.

Seeing that it was hopeless trying to stop him the clone puffed out of existence to give his original at least a little warning. A quiet squeak sounded from down the hall only a moment later and Tobirama rolled his eyes. For all the work he had put in to creating a jutsu that would allow him to create his own solid clones he still had no preference for communicating with one. It felt wrong speaking with someone and not being able to smell them, knowing that whatever he was sensing might not be what the person was truly feeling at the moment. It felt duplicitous.

Just before he reached the door he heard a bit of quick scrambling that made him roll his eyes as he knocked, opening it at his brother’s call to find Hashirama standing in the middle of the room with his body language all but dripping with nerves, not something he had seen too many times in his life.

“Anija,” he greeted the man slowly. “Why are you sending clones instead of talking to me yourse-…your…is there someone else in here?” Before he could even get through one sentence Tobirama stopped dead, nearly bowled over with the most incredible scent he’d ever gotten a whiff of in his life. It was undeniably omega and entirely unfamiliar.

“No one is in here but me,” Hashirama said and Tobirama huffed, taking another step in to the room.

“Do you think I can’t smell that? There is definitely an omega in this room. Have you found some kind of seal to conceal them from view or are they under your bed?”

“I promise! There’s really no one here!”

Tobirama took another step forward but the denial that someone must have just left in that case died on his tongue as his attention was redirected. With every step closer to Hashirama the scent grew stronger. Logically that must mean that a strange omega had come in to contact with him. Tobirama was well aware that sniffing another person’s scent off his brother was the absolute height of poor manners but he found he couldn’t quite stop himself, not when the smell was this enticing. Hashirama had never cared about personal space anyway.

Leaning away from him, Hashirama giggled nervously again.

“Um, so, this is what I wanted to talk to you about so before you do anything–”

“It’s you.”

“What?”

“The smell, it’s coming from you. Not like it’s on you but as though it’s coming from your scent glands. Why do you smell like an omega?” Pretending he was only drawn in by the mystery absolved him of a lot of the awkwardness that came from stepping close enough to shove his nose right up against Hashirama's neck, breathing deeply and fluttering his lashes closed.

Something inside of him shifted like an awakening, primal and eager, encouraging him to take another deep inhale and shuffle closer until their bodies were almost pressed flushed against each other. From this close he could hear every shuddering breath rushing passed his ear yet instead of making him leap away with shame as he normally would it only made his blood pound harder. With a light quiver in his voice Hashirama began to babble.

“Please don’t be mad at me! I – I didn’t want to keep it a secret! Father made me keep it a secret from everyone but he’s gone now and…and…Tobi?” Swallowing thickly, unaware of the fact that the motion of it had definitely caught Tobirama’s attention, he went on. “Of course he thought I would present alpha and everyone else did too but when I didn’t he said I would have to pretend to be the son he deserved. He made me wear scent everywhere I went and a different scent for battle to keep up the lie but he said I couldn’t even tell you because the more people who knew the more likely it was for the secret to get out and – Tobi are you listening to me?”

“You smell…so good.”

“Oh. Thank you? I mean it’s – you smell nice too. You always do.”

It was the way his voice came out small and hesitant that cut through the fog in Tobirama’s mind, pulling him back just enough for his hindbrain to recognize that this was his brother before him.

His brother whom he had grown up believing was an alpha and yet never felt threatened by in any way, the brother who now smelled like the most enticing omega he had ever met, the brother who had apparently had the wrong dynamic forced on him since the day puberty hit in what was probably a very confusing and terrifying first heat with no other omega there to help him through it. Their mother, he recalled, had been away on a mission when Hashirama fell sick.

Were he in full control of his faculties this would surely have been a much more overwhelming revelation but at the moment the only thing he could concentrate on was the incredible scent. In all his life he’d never felt more drawn to an omega before. Generally he tended to look upon other alphas with scorn for having so little control over themselves and yet here he was unable to convince himself to step back. The fact that this was his own sibling might have made him jump away if he were a Hyuga or something, one of the clans known for rejecting sibling mate pairs, but the Senju had always believed a true imprinting should be pursued no matter what relation you were to each other.

Of course, if the match were too closely related the omega usually volunteered for sterilization to prevent harm to the next generation but that was a whole other basket of worms. It didn’t happen very often anyway. And that was definitely not what he wanted to be focusing on right now.

“I always smell–?”

“Just because I had to apply scent to cover my own doesn’t mean my nose didn’t work anymore.” Hashirama flushed, obviously trying to say something else with his words.

“Okay.” Tobirama frowned. For once his head was too muddled to read between the lines. All he wanted was to bend his neck and press against the source of that glorious fragrance again. His eyes slid down against his will to linger on the brown expanse of skin before him, so tempting, and now that he was thinking from new angles he noted for the first time that Hashirama's neck had a very pleasing shape.

What the hell that meant he had no idea, only that he suddenly could think of little else but that neck.

“Can I…I promise I’m not trying to be weird or anything but…”

“You can do anything you want to,” Hashirama told him in a breathy voice.

Tobirama took him up on that. In an instant his face was buried in warm skin and his hands had found their way over broad hips before he’d actually given the movement any thought. Surprisingly – or he supposed not too surprisingly considering the pheromones mixing around them – Hashirama moved placidly wherever he was asked to and made no complaints about being held tightly against the alpha so intent on taking in his scent.

“Feel like I should have figured this out on my own at some point,” Tobirama said distantly, mostly thinking about how he could have experienced this euphoria a long time ago if he weren’t so blind.

“Ah. I had to…um…” Hashirama shifted against him and purred a little when the arms around him tightened. “I guess my habit of ignoring social boundaries was kind of helpful. And most people still don’t expect an omega to be stronger than an alpha so…”

“Hiding in plain sight. My clever Anija.”

“Clever. Wow. You don’t usually call me that.”

Tobirama smiled through the fog. “Because usually you’re a dunderhead.”

“Hey!”

“But right now you are a clever little thing and if you don’t push me away I am going to embarrass us both.”

Completely subverting his expectations of a mortified shriek and strong arms pushing him away in panic, expectations that were quite reasonable when one considered who he was standing with, Hashirama fairly melted against him and tilted his head just a bit to one side, exposing a little more of his neck in what was clearly a submissive manner.

“Why should either of us be embarrassed if it’s something we both want?” he questioned.

“That sounds dangerously as though you’re asking for something I truly would not have expected you to be interested in,” Tobirama mused. In retrospect he could guess that the clone had been intended as a way to break the news to him before he had a chance to react in such an animalistic nature, something he’d taken to mean Hashirama didn’t want them to act on these base, instinctual urges.

“Are you interested in…those things?” Hashirama's overly hopeful tone left him with an entirely different impression than sending the clone had.

“I suppose that depends; we should probably make sure we’re on the same page here.” Drawing small circles with his thumbs in an instinctual effort to keep the omega calm, Tobirama bent his head down to slowly draw the tip of his nose up the side of Hashirama's neck. “This is alright?”

He knew his answer by the muted whine that slipped out before his brother could say anything.

“Yes, alpha.”

Tobirama bit his lip to contain the rush that went through his body. He never thought he’d be the type to get turned on by such base and simple words. Apparently he was as much a slave to his own body chemistry as everyone else but it was hard to be upset with himself for such weakness just then. It was much more interesting to graze his lips over the hammering pulse calling out to him like a beacon.

“And this?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm. And what about…this?” Tobirama parted his lips and let his tongue dart out for just a little taste, instantly craving more. “Is that alright too?”

Fairly shaking in his arms with the effort to stay still, Hashirama whined again. “Yes, alpha. Yes please.”

“So kind of you to be so polite,” Tobirama purred in approval. Feeling bold with so many positive responses, he scraped his teeth along the jugular vein and down across the man’s shoulder until he heard a desperate mewl and Hashirama clutched at him suddenly.

“Don’t tease, Tobi. Alpha. My alpha? I want – please?”

“Oh, am I teasing?” The lightness of his tone contrasted sharply with how badly he wanted to sink his teeth in and claim the omega before him but he got a laugh when Hashirama let out a small huff of frustration. Knowing how much it usually took for his brother to reach the end of his rope, Tobirama felt a little smug that he could get such a reaction with only a few not-enough touched.

“I am not above begging if that’s what you want,” Hashirama groaned.

Knowing the man was actually serious about that very nearly brought Tobirama to his knees but he stood strong and finally let the restraints fall away to take what he could now say for sure they both wanted. Pheromones flooded his mouth as well as his nose like a mind-bending cocktail the second he dug his teeth in to thick muscles and brown skin. Hashirama arched against him with a shuddering cry and Tobirama had never felt so powerful in all his life.

Not the sort of power one wields on the battlefield or in political circles, something to be brandished as a weapon, no. This was the much more heady power to give pleasure to another and until this moment he had never realized the euphoria therein. Having Hashirama fall to pieces in his arms from a bit of nibbling and a few light draws of his tongue along whatever skin he could reach made him feel as though he could touch the sky and yet it wasn’t long until this wasn’t nearly enough. There was so much more he could do, so many ways he could please the omega in his arms, and he found himself grinning as he tried to imagine what his brother would look like in the throes of ecstasy.

Gorgeous, obviously. How could he have never realized the connection between them?

Slowly leading the both of them step by step over towards to the bed, he thought to himself that it suddenly made a lot of sense why he’d never been all that interested in mating with any of the omegas who presented themselves to him. Even without being able to smell what was hiding underneath the false alpha scent Hashirama had used, it was obvious something inside of him must have recognized the true match that had been right under his nose all this time. With how rare they were many still believed in the misconception that imprinting had no element of choice. Tobirama would be thrilled to tell anyone who asked that both of them still had a choice and Hashirama had obviously chosen him a long time ago; he was only too happy to choose the same in return.

Instead of tumbling them both down on to the mattress when they reached it Tobirama paused and rooted his brother to the floor with one look they both knew from many missions together meant he wanted the man to keep as still as possible. Waiting to make sure Hashirama was going to follow his order, he took a single step back and reached between them to pick at the knots on both of their obis.

After the well-worn cotton of their yukatas slid away to puddle on the floor they were both left bare to each other’s eyes, each man devouring the other with a singular kind of hunger that left Tobirama wondering how he hadn’t figured out his brother’s secret before. Looking was quickly followed by touching of course. Tobirama guided his brother down to the bed and soothed the heat between them with long swipes of his hand over the planes of that glorious chest, tracing every line he could see, then dipped his head to taste them. His omega mewled and arched in to the touch.

“Tell me what you want,” he rasped against warm skin, tongue laving at the ridges of sinful abdominal muscles.

“Anything alpha is okay with,” Hashirama whispered back. His eyes were closed and his face tilted up as if praying to the gods above them but he gasped and looked down when Tobirama nipped at his skin.

“Now is not the time to be coy. I asked you to tell me what you want.”

Layering his voice with the authority of an alpha made his partner quiver with want, writhing under him and whining as he tried to ride out a sudden wave of lust while Tobirama watching without shame for enjoying the sight. And what a glorious sight he made. Hashirama was resplendent as he bucked and squirmed through his mental battle against two decades of habit pushing his own needs down until finally he blurted them out with little grace.

“I want alpha to claim to me! Please, please fuck me Otouto!”

“Fuck. Yes. I can do that.”

Tobirama wasted no more time. Having his own desires practically shouted at him might not have been exactly romantic but romance was quite far from his mind at the moment. All he could think about was the way Hashirama's cloying scent thickened and grew more potent with every touch, more enticing by the second.

As large of a man as his brother was his bed was still fairly small, barely able to fit its single occupant. With two of them on the mattress space was rather crowded but Tobirama found this worked to his advantage as it gave him more excuse to stay close while he skimmed a hand down the outside of Hashirama's left leg to grasp at the ankle. He fitted himself in to space made when he folded the man’s leg up, spreading tanned thighs as easily as he might spread the pages of a well-loved book, and reveled in the sensation of all that skin pressing against his own as he leaned forward to bury his nose in the source of the pheromones that were driving him so wild.

It almost felt as though he were viewing the world through a haze as he licked and tasted all the skin he could reach, drunk on the melody of Hashirama's helpless pleas for more. He had only just realized his own disappointing lack of lube when he found a bottle of it being pressed in to his hands as though he needed more proof that the two of them worked perfectly together. Hashirama swelled with pride when he murmured praise for thinking so far ahead.

Pulled himself back enough to squeeze a bit of lubricant in one palm was almost a physical pain, separation when he wanted nothing more than to burrow himself closer, but he managed because easing the way would stop him from causing any pain and to hurt Hashirama would only hurt himself in return. No omega deserved to experience pain when a joining like this was supposed to bring them only pleasure and safety. And Hashirama more than anyone else deserved pleasure and safety. Forced to conceal his true self since the moment he discovered it, it was nothing short of an honor to be the first one trusted with a glimpse of the person he was always meant to be.

Shifting back up the bed, Tobirama nuzzled at his brother’s jaw before taking his lips in a kiss to distract from the fingers reaching down between them. Hashirama bucked at the first touch against his entrance, a soft keening sound escaping as one finger slipped inside. Almost immediately the older man began to buck his hips as he tried desperately to get just a little more friction but Tobirama held strong, refusing to go any faster than he thought his brother’s body could handle. Clearly if he had been hiding his dynamic for this long he was untouched, his inexperience obvious even in the way he kissed, and rushing in to things would only end with pain.

Which, obviously, was an unacceptable outcome. If Tobirama had his way his omega would never experience pain of any kind ever again for the rest of his life.

Hashirama keened loudly to be finally gifted with a second finger and despite the red painted across his cheeks in embarrassment he made no move to silence his own noises, for which Tobirama was grateful. Keeping his own needs in check was made easier knowing that he was making his partner feel good. In that moment – for the rest of their lives – the most important thing in his world was the need to make sure his partner felt safe and happy.

“More,” Hashirama panted below him. “Want- need more!”

“Patience, Anija. You can be patient for me can’t you?”

“I-! Yes. Yes I can be patient. I can be whatever alpha asks me to be.”

Tobirama hummed and ducked his chin so his brother wouldn’t see the flutter of his eyes and how ridiculously affected he was by those words. He busied himself with the distraction of two pert brown nipples just begging for his tongue and his teeth, riding the wave as Hashirama writhed under the dual stimulation. From the startled cries he gathered that the man had never thought to explore this part of himself before and discovering yet another first he was blessed to give sent a thrill right down to his toes.

Adding a third finger only increased the glorious sounds filling the air around them. Really two fingers was probably more than enough considering Hashirama's body would have instinctively prepared him to accept his new mate but Tobirama was nothing if not cautious and he wanted to do this right.

When finally he slipped his fingers out and reached down to coat his own length with the lubricant Hashirama was keening with almost every breath and begging senselessly as he panted, not even seeming to realize he was doing so. Despite having asked the man to be patient Tobirama allowed himself a moment of pride to have pleased his mate so well before reminding himself not to get distracted. Right now was not about him. He could preen later.

“N-now?” Hashirama gasped and Tobirama couldn’t help but to lean down and kiss him.

“I certainly can’t wait any longer,” he murmured. “Be a good omega and turn over for me, yes?”

Hashirama's answer was to execute a perfect flip in the limited space between mattress and mate without even bothering to ask for a bit of room to do so. When Tobirama did move away a few inches Hashirama immediately pushed his face in to the bedding and lifted his hips high, presenting shamelessly. The sight of him was so arousing that for a few moments all Tobirama could do was stare in wonder.

As soon as he recovered he was crawling forward to drape himself over the other man’s back, curling to press every inch of their bodies together that he could. He rutted in to the cleft between his brother’s cheeks and inhaled deeply of the scent that had first called his attention to the potential hiding right under his nose for so many years.

“Mine now,” he whispered, as mindless as the whimper that slipped from the body under him.

When he lifted himself away Hashirama cried out as though in loss but Tobirama soothed him with a few strokes down the length of his spine and at the same time grasped himself with his other hand, lining up with the entrance waiting so eagerly to be filled.

Pressing inside was the sweetest heaven, an exquisite nirvana unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Unlike what he had expected in the base act of copulation, it was not the pressure around his length that made him stop and take a deep breath to control himself, although he would freely admit that did play a factor. It was instead the sensation of utter completeness and rightness as he made himself one with the mate he was always meant to be with, the one he had imprinted on the moment he finally took in Hashirama's natural scent. With their bodies together he was whole in a way he could not describe but it was an instant addiction.

He was hardly surprised to hear the man underneath him give a weak protest as he shifted his hips to pull out slowly. Nor was he surprised when driving his hips forward again in a steady rocking motion dragged echoing groans from both of them as they were made whole once again. If not for how much he cared for his partner Tobirama knew he would have been completely lost the moment he took up a proper rhythm, such was the pleasure that left him so beyond words.

Rather than losing himself he leaned forward and braced his weight on the bed with one hand, the other reaching forward to weave between Hashirama's fingers where he was gripping a handful of cotton as though his very life depended on it. Then Tobirama bent a little further until he could sink his teeth in to the delicious brown neck peeping out between curtains of silky brown hair.

With a lewd sound the likes of which he wouldn’t have thought the man capable of Hashirama thrashed, instinctively trying to shove himself further back on to the cock filling him. Following his most primal drives Tobirama snapped his hips again and closed his eyes to enjoy the symphony playing just for him. Their rhythm was broken and hurried, nothing like he had ever imagined love-making would be, but it could not have been more perfect. Every shift of weight and twitch of limb was accompanied by new and enticing sounds drawn from Hashirama like he couldn’t help himself, every thrust met with a roll of tanned hips at just the right angle to have Tobirama snapping his own just a little harder, and he would not have changed a thing.

As much as Tobirama wanted to say it felt like forever and not enough at the same time, as much as he wanted to fall victim to the romantic clichés his brother loved so openly, he was at his core a creature of habit and he knew exactly how long had passed by the time he felt his knot beginning to swell. Draping himself a little farther around Hashirama's body was an instinctual response he didn’t bother fighting. He may never have indulged in physical pleasures before but he understood his own body well enough that he knew exactly what to expect when his thrusts grew shallow and his omega began to whine.

“Please,” Hashirama pleaded mindlessly. “I want it!”

“You’re sure? There’s no need to rush, we’ll have plenty of time to-”

“Please, alpha! I want- I need- just please! Don’t make me beg!”

Tobirama pressed his forehead against the nape of his brother’s neck and flashed a grin unseen. “You said you were happy to beg,” he felt compelled to point out. “But how could I say no when you ask so prettily?”

Having grown to adulthood as an alpha he was more than aware what a knot was and what it was for. He’d been given the mating talks when he was younger and he understood what it meant to knot an omega, not to mention now. What he hadn’t been told but really should have expected was the way it felt. Tobirama could feel every last reserve of dignity he had left shattering inside him and bursting out as a sharp cry when he felt his knot pressing inside for Hashirama's body to clamp down around him, both of them immediately giving in to the convulsions of a spectacular orgasm, clinging to each other and rutting mindlessly.

Unsurprisingly, Hashirama was the first to settle in to minute shivers and fall as still as possible while his limbs struggled to hold him up. He whimpered yet again when Tobirama rutted in to him once more.

“We’re gonna be stuck like this, aren’t we?” he asked between gasping pants. Eyes still clenched shut as he rode the continuous waves of pleasure that came with being knotted inside an omega, Tobirama grunted and pressed a few kisses to the back of his partner’s neck.

“For a while,” he panted back. “Are you okay? I tried not to hurt you but I – nnnh – I lost control for a bit.”

Hashirama's eyes were dopey and glossed over with exhaustion when he turned to smile happily around one shoulder. Just looking at him made Tobirama’s heart skip several beats, his entire being suffused with the sudden need to protect and pamper this gorgeous, precious creature he was blessed to be mated with.

With that in mind he very gently began maneuvering them both on to their sides as best he could while their bodies were locked together, trying hard not to be too obvious about the aftershocks still running through his system. He’s read in a book once that an alpha could experience several orgasms during the knotting and until now he’d always thought such rumors were utter nonsense. As Hashirama squirmed against him he rethought his stance on what constituted nonsense. Nothing should hace the right to feel that good.

“Otouto…”

“Are you sure everything’s alright?” Tobirama asked worriedly.

“Could you hold me a little tighter? Everything is…so much more perfect than I ever imagined.”

“I can do that.” Touched, he did as he was asked and shuffled his arms to hold more of his brother’s massive frame between them.

The two of them curled in to each other as best they could, weaving their hands together and clutching tighter whenever another wave of shivers ran down Tobirama’s spine. It was hard to believe that only a couple of hours before he hadn’t even known his brother was an omega and now they were mated, a bonded pair for the rest of their lives. Not in his wildest dreams could Tobirama have imagined someone more perfect for him than his own older brother.

He had, in point of fact, long contented himself with the idea of following his brother for the rest of his life without actively seeking a mate of his own, entirely devoted to whatever his Anija asked of him. To have happiness handed to him as a reward for his efforts and to know that he would make his brother even happier in return was more than he could have ever asked for.

“I guess we can’t really keep it a secret that I’m not an alpha now since I’ll smell different, being mated and all.” Hashirama made no effort to contain the joy in his voice to say it out loud and it made Tobirama smile a little wider.

“Are you okay with everyone knowing?”

“Even if I wasn’t there’s really no going back now.”

Humming in agreement, Tobirama nudged that back of his partner’s neck. “You knew didn’t you? You imprinted on me a long time ago.”

“Yes. I hope you’re not mad. Not telling you was…it was really hard.” Turning his head, Hashirama looked over one shoulder again with the echoes of a deep yearning in his eyes. “Sometimes I would be sitting right next to you and I would miss you. I don’t know how else to explain it. But it was lonely because I wasn’t allowed to say anything about being an omega so I definitely wasn’t allowed to tell you I had imprinted on you as soon as I went through puberty.”

“I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this alone,” Tobirama murmured softly.

They didn’t speak for a short while after that. When they were finally able to separate Tobirama pressed his brother gently down on his back and insisted on fetching some damp cloths to clean them both up himself. He made sure to keep his touches as careful as he could in the hopes of conveying even a fraction of the love and care he felt for the man he was granted the chance to pamper. If he had his way there would be a lot more pampering in the future. Actions had always been easier than words for him. Only when they were both clean and he had fetched a clean blanket from his own room to pull over them did he finally lay back down.

With their arms around each other, face to face on the single pillow they were sharing, the two of them passed a moment simply taking each other in and letting the reality of everything that just happened settle. In different ways this would both change everything between them and yet also change very little. Tobirama lifted one hand to trace his brother’s face, thinking to himself that he couldn’t wait to discover those changes together.

“Mate,” he whispered, rolling the word around on his tongue just to enjoy the sound of it. “I promise that I will try to be everything you need of me.”

“You always have been,” Hashirama told him.

“Mn, even when I angered you? We’re rather infamous for having different viewpoints.”

“You have always been everything I could ever ask for and more, so much more than I deserve. When we see things differently that just means you’re helping me think from a new angle I wouldn’t have considered on my own!”

Tobirama huffed. “I should have expected you to be so kind. Now shush, let me hold you for a while. Sooner or later someone is going to come along and demand your attention for something, they always do, but right now you belong to me and only me. I intend to make the most of the time that I can.”

“Oh my. I…I like that.”

“Like what?”

Hashirama grinned sheepishly. “Hearing you lay claim to me like that. I liked it. It feels very nice to be wanted.”

“You are always wanted,” Tobirama murmured gently and his partner melted against him with a happy purr.

As promised, he tightened his arms to squeeze them together and then loosened his grip to let them both lay comfortably, eyes closed and bodies sprawled in complete relaxation. Never in his life had Tobirama been more grateful for his own sensing capabilities. If he weren’t a sensor he would not have been able to feel Hashirama’s turmoil earlier, he would not have been able to tell he was speaking with a wood clone, and who knew if he would have ever truly discovered the euphoria waiting for him just down the hall. What a mediocre life it would have been to never have Hashirama by his side in the way he was always meant to be.

Forever.

#yetanotherstory #hashitobi #abo #fanfiction

36 notes · View notes

avversiera-writes · 3 years

Text

touch your heart [senju tobirama/you] - chapter 3

Word Count: about 3k

AO3 LINK TO TOUCH YOUR HEART

AOR SERIES LINK TO ‘TIL DEATH DO US PART

[<<<CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO]

With the thought of Tobirama being upset over the stunt you pulled the other day at the forefront of your mind, you decide to buy him breakfast. You are not really sure what he likes, but you decide to go to a vendor near the mansion to buy him some sweet pastries and hot black tea. You hope you’re not fired, though you’re sure that Tobirama cannot do that.

You sigh, hating how impulsive you can get. Madara had always told you not to get carried away.

You make your way to the library that is now your current workplace, but you do not find Tobirama in his usual spot. You set his food on his spot, and you get back to work, doing the things that he asked you to do. You will yourself to stay on task, but your focus is broken when Tobirama walks in, carrying more books and scrolls with him.

He places the pile in between the table to divide your spaces, and you find that the stacks of books and scrolls act as a shield for him.

You roll your eyes, thinking of commenting on how petty this is until Tobirama hands you an ancient, thick book that is about to fall apart at the seams. You hold it gently, afraid that the pages will fly away the moment you open it.

“What is this?” You inquire, unsure of what to do with the book. “Something you want me to throw away?”

Tobirama scowls and you give him an awkward grin.

“Or...recycle?” You suggest uneasily.

“I want you to study it and take notes on what you deem is important,” Tobirama answers, going around the table and sitting down so that he disappears from your view.

“Alright,” you acquiesce. “Also, I completed the list of skills I thought were important to have for young shinobis based on the information that you’ve given me from the past several days.”

“I see,” Tobirama says and he leaves it at that without saying anything more.

You give him a few moments, and you hear papers shuffling behind the wall of books that is keeping you from seeing him.

You push a column of books aside to give yourself some more space, but it proves to be detrimental because suddenly, you hear books and scrolls falling and a chair sliding back violently.

You come around the table and you find the tea you meant to give to him knocked over with its contents spilled.

Tobirama gives you a withering look, and he looks like he is about to yell.

“I said to not eat near me for this very reason,” Tobirama scolds.

You cringe. Luckily, the spill only got to the bottom book on the pile near yours. “I’m sorry, I was only trying to make up for yesterday.”

“What?” Tobirama says scathingly.

“You know, the sword...grabbing thing,” you reply as you move the books aside to get the wet book. “But in my defense, you did not need to stack such a tall pile of books to avoid me.”

Tobirama looks at you with disbelief and he crosses his arms together. “I am not avoiding you.”

“Right.” You do not believe him. “I will go clean this up. Sorry for the mess.”

You take up the book with you and you turn towards the exit to look for towels to clean up the spill.

“What you did,” Tobirama suddenly grunts out.

You turn around in surprise. He averts from your gaze.

“It’s good to take the enemies by surprise,” Tobirama comments almost under his breath and you stare at him, bewildered.

“...Alright,” you say awkwardly, waiting if he’s going to say something more, but that is it.

Is he actually complimenting you?

You press your lips to stop yourself from smiling.

Almost two weeks have passed and you found that the two of you have settled into a routine. The atmosphere between the two of you have eased so far, but few words are exchanged between the two of you unless it is about work. Tobirama is very good at breaking down things when you do not understand something, and you also find that the two of you agree a lot on the ideas that the two of you have come up with so far. Getting to know his students is a joy, and you actually do not mind him tagging along when you go to the Academy grounds to teach children who are eager to learn how to sword fight.

This is a skill you are most confident in.

Tobirama does not do much but watch, and then he leaves without saying a word if he is getting pulled elsewhere, which is a common occurrence.

In the days that you spend with him, you notice that Tobirama is always working. You have never seen him take a break in the hours you spend with him during the day, and when he is not with you, he is with his brother, his students or going around the village helping people and solving their menial problems.

You try to let him be, but it is a little concerning when you leave him to go eat lunch and still find him frowning at the things he has to do.

So you find yourself buying extra snacks for him, and you avoid anything liquid just in case another spill happens.

“I don’t like this kind of pastry,” Tobirama says after you set down a warm bread with melted cheese inside.

“Well, you have to get something in your stomach,” you counter.

You decide to just leave it near him, just in case he changes his mind.

More days have passed and it is starting to bother you how he just does not seem to take a break. This man can be doing this for hours without stopping and you are starting to wonder if he is human. You are jealous of his unmatched focus and his ability to delegate and organize everything, so you try to take notes and copy what he does. You want to improve yourself and Tobirama seems like a good role model to follow and obviously, his students are a testament to that.

You keep leaving him snacks, but he always says the same thing.

“I don’t like the filling in this mochi,” Tobirama says without wasting time. Like he is automatically programmed to dislike whatever you give him.

“That is popular right now,” you almost say in a defensive tone.

“It’s too sweet,” Tobirama cuts in a sharp tone.

“Then what would you like, my lord?” You are a little fed up now.

Tobirama lets out a deep breath and stops what he is doing. He leans back on his chair and his eyes meet yours for a moment before looking away. “What are you doing?”

“Wasting my money on you, obviously,” you roll your eyes.

“I did not ask,” Tobirama says, but you note that he looks taken aback by your words. A slight wrinkle forms on his pale forehead.

“Right,” you sigh and you move to your seat.

Tobirama’s eyes track you, his stare boring on your skin as if you are an unknown device he wants to tinker with. You ignore him, and after a few moments, he finally looks away and goes back to his work. His actions leave you mystified, but you let it go. You are probably bothering him by giving him snacks that he does not like.

Tobirama takes a book and opens it, but you hear his nose flare and he slams the book closed immediately.

You look up, and then you see the book in front of him. You bite your tongue to keep yourself from laughing.

“What is this?” Tobirama barks, his ears turning pink.

You raise an eyebrow, not wanting to confess what you did yet. “Well, if you have not noticed, that is a book, my lord.”

“Where is my book?” Tobirama demands, and a vein pops out of his very pink neck.

“Relax, it’s right here, I just switched the covers,” you say to try and calm him down.

“With such indecent pictures?!”

“I was just trying to make you laugh!” You have exchanged one of his books with pornography that you got from the market this morning.

Tobirama grits his teeth. “On what plane of existence is this ever hilarious?”

You sigh. “ You have no sense of humor. A smile or a laugh on that handsome face of yours would not hurt.”

Tobirama’s left eye twitches. “Get out,” he grits out.

Suddenly, you feel bad and you raise your hands to show him defeat. “Okay, okay, I am sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up.”

Tobirama stares at you incredulously. “Then I will leave.”

He starts to gather his things, and you jump up from your seat and you step in front of his way.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you sigh. “I really am sorry.”

Tobirama glances down at you, and you are suddenly aware of the small distance between the two of you.

You step back to give him room. “I am just concerned, okay? You are always working, and I never saw you once take your time to get something to eat.” You open your palm towards him to show that you really mean peace. “I also noticed that you look very tired.”

Tobirama frowns at you, and he takes a deep breath. “The Hokage has been very busy these days,” he says.

You wait for him to elaborate, and you study his face. He looks like he is thinking about what to say next.

“But I am fine,” Tobirama finishes after a minute. He glances at you, barely meeting your eyes and then he glances away. “Let’s get to work. We’re meeting the Hokage soon to present to him what we have so far.”

You let out a breath of relief, and you think about how pink Tobirama’s ears were and you store that detail in the back of your mind.

Tobirama stares as his brother guffaws out loud for a minute. He just told his elder brother about your several pranks on him, and he even admitted–he admitted, something that he has some trouble doing at times–being uneasy anticipating your next act of micro-terrorism on him.

And his brother laughed. His brother, who is always kind and understanding towards him and knows how to ease his mind, laughed.

Everyone just seems to laugh at him these days. Since when did he become the brunt of many consequent unsaid jokes?

“Tobirama, it seems like she is just trying to be nice,” Hashirama admonishes and wipes a small tear from the corner of his eye.

“Nice?” Tobirama snaps, overwhelmingly offended by this. His lips form into a small pout unconsciously.

Hashirama sighs. “Look, I know it’s not easy getting along with other people that are not family and seeing them every day, but it’s normal to clash with different personalities.”

“Not like this,” Tobirama immediately juts in. “She has it out for me.”

“You said that the two of you agree mostly on everything, why would she have it out for you?”

Tobirama steps forward, suddenly determined. “Elder brother, I have some suspicions that–”

A knock interrupts his sentence and Tobirama immediately halts.

Hashirama shoots his brother a look. “Come in!”

The door opens, and to Tobirama’s horror, you appear behind it.

“Am I late?” You ask cheerfully.

Tobirama’s mind starts to ring alarm bells. Who smiles like that this early in the morning?

“No, no, just in time,” Hashirama reassures and beckons you to get closer.

Tobirama feels your glance on him, and everything in him starts to twist tautly. Your presence disturbs the atmosphere around him, and the only thing you did was smile at his brother.

“Okay,” Hashirama begins. “What do you two have so far?”

Tobirama clears his throat and steps forward, wanting to get the first word in. He wants his brother to be impressed by what he has done so far.

“We have compiled a list of skills that must be met before graduating from the Academy and we tested it on my students,” Tobirama says. “I also decided to break up the ranks even more, adding a special jounin rank, and added more skills that need to be mastered in order to move up from genin.”

Tobirama steps forward and hands Hashirama a copy of the said list. “Aside from the skills, we also added several electives that the students can take, such as history, arts and science.”

Hashirama nods and then he turns to you.

“Well, in addition to that, we have enlisted many people to commission as soon as possible to help us achieve this,” you start. “This is the estimated budget that we may need to do so, and I would like that this is done as soon as possible–to your utmost convenience–of course, so that we can have drafts to work with and reform before the new school year.”

Hashirama grins as you hand him the paper with the names and the figures you have written out. “This is brilliant, and way better than I have imagined. To be honest, I thought this was going to be a disaster.”

Tobirama’s head snaps up at this, and he hears you laugh.

“Oh, Lord Hokage, you are so hilarious!”

Tobirama’s eyes snap to your face, noticing that you are smirking with mirth in your eyes. His brother waves a hand, clearly fawning over you.

“Oh please, you do not need to call me Lord Hokage every time you see me,” Hashirama chuckles. “My name will do.”

“Oh no, that is too much, my lord,” you smile and Tobirama feels his head grow hot. “Maybe we can agree on Lord Hashirama? People may talk if I suddenly start calling you by your first name.”

Tobirama sees you wink at his brother and he reels. What is this ? You have got Madara under your spell, and now his own brother is also enthralled by you. He remembers you asking cattily for compensation and he jumps to the assumption that this may be a ploy by you to get just that, by getting closer to the founding fathers of this village.

Not on his watch.

“Anyways, are the two of you getting along well?” Hashirama inquires.

“Of course,” you lie easily and Tobirama almost loses his cool.

But he does not, because he knows self-control.

He wants to cut this conversation short and tell his brother to stop entertaining you like this. It is indecent.

“And I think he’s a great teacher,” you continue. “I am learning a lot from him.”

Tobirama frowns and thinks about the times that you have tried to copy him.

“Yes, he is very bright,” Hashirama glances at Tobirama. “Well, I think that will be all. Thank you.”

You nod, and Tobirama stares daggers at his brother.

You rush out of the office, noting how Tobirama seems to react more around his brother.

The door opens, and Tobirama quickly catches up to you. His hand reaches for you to stop you, but he catches your arm and whirls you to face him.

“What is wrong with you?” He demands.

“What?” You snap, and you shake off his grip on your arm. “What now, Lord Tobirama?”

Tobirama glares at you vehemently. “You do know that my brother is married.”

You stare at him, confusion twisting your face. “What? What kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

Tobirama stares at you even more, and he opens his mouth. He is unable to form words.

“What are you trying to say?” You enunciate slowly and you squint your eyes at him. You fold your arms and Tobirama notes that this is the first time that you look genuinely pissed at him.

Tobirama is still staring at you, and the silence prolongs and it becomes awkward.

“Okay…?” You prompt, and Tobirama hears the vexation on your tone. “You know, your brother has been so kind to me, I am just trying to be friendly. Not that you know what that is.”

Tobirama’s face twists uncomfortably. He stands there, his hands open and closing, and he abruptly leaves you hanging, unsure of what else to do or say.

It is becoming a common occurrence for him to be disarmed by you. His mind has come up with so many assumptions about you, but you knock them out one by one. He cannot figure you out, not just because he does not know your background. He does not know how your mind works, but he can tell that you are smart and very skilled in what you do. Despite his attempts at probing you, you give him nothing. For once, he is clueless on how to act around somebody.

Tobirama digs his nails into his palm.

Your act will fall sooner or later, and he will be the one to uncover it.

[CHAPTER FOUR >>>]

#avversiera writes #angelica writes #'til death do us part #Tobirama Senju #Senju Tobirama #tobirama x reader #senju tobirama x reader #tobirama x you #senju tobirama x you #tobirama x y/n #naruto fanfiction

21 notes · View notes

officerjennie · 5 years

Note

"I'm not drunk." Ah, the sign of true sobriety. lolol For the prompts, how about: IzuTobi- misunderstandings in the moonlight (with or without gratuitous amounts of sake!). Thank you!

Since I’m absolutely not at all drunk or even remotely tipsy, there’s clearly no need for any sobriety tests. They’d merely be a waste of resources, ocifer.

Ko-Fi || Commissions

—

Tobirama stood swaying in the sea of green. One hand clenched at his side, the other around a jug swiped from his brother’s house. Face upturned towards the sky, eyes shut as he bathed in the full moonlight.

Fighting had always been a necessity in his life. The grip of a sword as familiar to his palm as a pen, blood splattered clothing causing no upturned noses nor fainting ninnies like they might in the scattered civilian settlements.

Verbal fighting, however, had never been to his taste.

It would have been a lie to say he was bad at it. His habit of over-observing people made it easy enough to find the vital points in which to verbally jab and maim someone. It had caused many weeks of silence between him and Hashirama when he’d struck a sensitive cord before, weeks in which his own guilt and stress had eaten a sore into his stomach that had refused to be healed without medical attention.

And that had been with Hashirama, one of the most forgiving individuals within Konoha.

Sake had never tasted good to him, but most of it missed his mouth anyway when he tipped the jug back once more, his stance so shaky that he flopped to the ground instead of trying to stay upright any longer.

By the time Izuna came looking for him, he was sinking into the grass, laid flat on his back and letting his mind whirl away from him. The Uchiha sat next to him and scooted the spilled jug away with his foot, heaving a put-upon sigh as he blocked Tobirama’s view of the moon.

“I’m not putting up with your hungover ass.”

Tobirama flinched, turning himself over and clumsily flopping himself across Izuna’s lap. He mumbled something intelligible into the thigh he’d planted his face on, making Izuna sigh even deeper than before.

“Why are you even drinking? Thought you didn’t like sake.” With a touch more gentle than usual, he brushed the bangs away from Tobirama’s face, encouraging him to turn and speak where he could hear him.

“I’m not meant to be a bachelor.”

With a rather puzzled wrinkle of his nose, Izuna pointed out, “You’re not a bachelor, or have you forgotten you’re stuck with me?”

“You just said you’re not putting up with me.” With a pout that spoke so strongly of his relation to Hashirama, Tobirama buried himself further into his partner. “Touka said this would happen. Insulted my way out of something good.”

Izuna rolled his eyes and took a moment to stare up at the stars, wondering how on earth he got stuck with such an idiotic man. “Aren’t you supposed to be a genius? You insulted me a fuck of a lot worse before I bent you over your desk the first time.”

“Not supposed to talk about that. Never happened.”

“Sure it didn’t.” Izuna peeked back down at the Senju now melting in his lap, running a stray hand through his hair. “Just like it didn’t happen at your brother’s birthday party. Or at Nii-san’s barbecue. Or in Mito’s garden when we were house sitting.”

“That last time really never happened. Learn some fear before you get us both killed.” His words were offset by a massive yawn, Tobirama’s eyes drooping as he started to drift. And just this once, Izuna would let him have the quiet, enjoying it as well despite the disgusting smell of sake that had seeped into the ground around them.

#tobiizu #tobirama #izuna #fanfiction #mywriting #drabble #writhingbeneathyou #asks #answers

62 notes · View notes

catsandcoffee103 · 5 years

Text

Love is Blind (And so am I)

Find this on AO3 HERE

Summary:

“Done feeling me up?” “I was checking to see who was beside me.” “You could’ve asked.” “…now that you say it, that does sound like the more logical option.” He was born blind. For all intents and purposes he was not blind. Until he was. (Good thing too, or else he would've remained blind to the obvious).

Tobirama was born blind. He was born cursed by the devil, or so they say, hair white as snow and eyes red like blood- like the Uchiha- but useless. His parents loathed him. But he never knew what was wrong, he’s blind, not dead. Shouldn’t they love their son regardless? That’s what Anija said. But his father neglected him, how could a blind boy ever be of use in war? And that’s all that mattered. Tobirama got used to it, but didn’t accept it. He was spiteful, even at a young age, and set out to prove his father wrong. He learned to sense, and he taught himself to sense better than anyone would have ever dreamt of being possible. His father smiled, proud, in that one moment. That day his father gave him a sword and an order to fight. Hashirama regretted that day for the rest of his life. The older brother regretted helping his sibling learn how to see without eyes. He could’ve been safe, if not. He could’ve missed the war.

But Tobirama, for all intents and purposes, was not blind. He can sense remarkably well, and use it for sight. He has learned to see the chakra in everything- everything has trace amounts of it, after all. The wind, the trees, the grass, and rocks, and people. He has built mental images in his mind of what everything looks like using this technique. He knows the shape of Hashirama, the trees, the grass. His enemies. Metal, however, is always harder to sense, as the chakra is usually so refined it’s hardly there- but luckily ninjas, stupidly, fill their blades and Kunai with chakra to try to make them more powerful. In reality, it only makes it easier to “see.”

Water is also special to Tobirama. With Tobirama’s affinity to the water, he can pump his own chakra into every molecule of it, creating the world from basic shapes and shadows to display every detail and light. It’s the closest he will ever get to truly seeing- and maybe it goes beyond just normal sight. Maybe it’s superior. It is an incredible ability. The first time it happened, the first time he realized what he can do, he nearly cried. Nearly.

Certain things weres still troublesome, however. Like reading. Some would think he’d never be able to read, despite his ability to conquer the other aspects of his handicap. Well, Tobirama just had to prove them wrong with that too. He invented a jutsu, one that didn’t need hand signs, that graced him with the ability to see ink, to read. It took an incredibly difficult amount of chakra control and precision, but that’s been the Senju’s life: controlling chakra to sense, to see, and now to read. At first it was exhausting, he was only able to do it for about two hours at a time. Now, it’s second nature. Some days he stays home and just reads the day away, without even a waver in his chakra supply.

No one but Hashirama knows of his disability. He likes it that way. He knows how differently he’s treated when other’s find out he’s blind. He’s lived it. He hates it. Loathes it. He’s no lesser than any other man, or woman. It’s why he was always arguing with Madara. The idiot thinks the Senju is a lesser being. He has enough of that in his childhood, with his handicap that he turned to one of his greatest strengths. He doesn’t need it now, with no reason beyond Madara’s dislike of the man.

Back to the current issue at hand, though. Tobirama is incredibly skilled in sensing, to the point of almost seeing. Almost. There is no possible way the Senju can see color- and if there is he hasn’t found it yet. So obviously, there's not. Therefore, his closet is separated out by what goes together, and what doesn’t. Hashirama helped color coordinate the closet in a very specific order, so now the younger Senju will never have his clothes clash when out in public. That being said, he also knows Hashirama, so he asked for him to pick more muted colors. And for the most part, it works. He hasn’t had any issues with his color schemes. When in public.

He has a pile on the floor, hidden in the back of the closet, for when he’s home and just wants to be comfortable. He doesn’t ask what the clothes look like, or what color the clothes are. They’re comfortable, and that’s all that matters. He’s in his own home, goodness sake, he’s allowed to dress however he wants! Unfortunately, others don’t see it that way as he’ll learn the hard way. It was the one day he chose to relax, turn off his sensors and just enjoy the darkness, the calm quiet- and the banging on his door.

Immediately, he turned his sensors back on and winced. Izuna and Madara. Perfect. He tried to ignore them, but Izuna was hell bent on ruining his day. Of course. So, Tobirama, reluctantly, got up and threw the door open. “What do you want?”

The two brothers stood stunned, for just a moment, before bursting out laughing. Tobirama’s eyebrow twitched and a scowl came to his face. “What?”

“W-What the fuck is that?!” That was Madara’s oh so eloquent vocabulary. Tobirama’s fist tightened on his doorknob. He has a suspicion of what they’re laughing about. But for gods sake, it’s just clothing.

“Oh my god Tobi, how in gods name could you pick an outfit like that?!”

He crossed his arms, pulling in a little on himself. Is it really so bad? He can’t even tell, he doesn’t even know. He can’t see it. It was just the first two things he grabbed from the ‘home’ pile. And, they were both gifts from Hashirama. So sure, they’re probably atrocious but... they’re comfy.

“Go away.”

“Awe Tobi don’t be like that! It’s just-” Izuna snickers again, “Orange is so not your color! And, I mean really, green pants? Come on man, you look like a carrot!”

Tobirama stared, then tried to slam the door. He felt...dejected. He can’t even see these colors. He doesn’t even know what they look like, or what he looks like in them. He doesn’t need to be mocked for his clothing, much less in his own home! Madara’s foot went between the door and the frame, blocking him from his action. “Calm down Senju. Just,” he pushed the door open and let himself in, Izuna followed, “Loosen up, ok asshole? We’re teasing.” Tobirama scowled deeply, but stepped back. So much for manners.

“I don’t appreciate it.”

Izuna pouted, “Fiiiiine. Be that way. But uh, one last thing. Why would you wear that?”

“Hashirama gave it to me.”

Madara scoffed, “If Izuna gave that to me I would’ve burned it. And him.”

“My brother gave it to me.”

There was a silence. Izuna hummed, And Madara’s eyes narrowed in understanding. A gift from family. They all know, too well, how quickly brothers can die. Any gift is a valuable one- to some. Madara’s over it a bit. As is Izuna. But Tobirama, he always felt a bit harder than the rest. Or so they thought.

Tobirama knew they would take the bait. They’d understand his sentiment. And now he doesn’t have to seem like a fool with a hideous fashion sense, but a fool who loves his family a bit too much. He’d prefer the latter any day. It at least makes him look… less heartless.

“Still, man, Orange is hideous on you.”

“Remember when I didn’t kill you, Izuna?”

“Yes?”

“I change my mind.”

“Okay!” Madara clapped his hand, diffusing the situation promptly, “We came to kidnap you and force you to join us and surprise Hashirama for lunch. No, you don’t have a say in the matter, that’s why it’s called a kidnapping. Now go change, please, and then we can go.”

Tobirama huffed, rolled his eyes, and left to change. He made sure to reach for the clothes he knew would look good, and not clash. He also made a mental note to get Hashirama alone and yell at him for getting him such apparently atrocious looking clothes. Perhaps that’s why his brother was always so amused when he caught Tobirama a little too early in the morning, or a little too late at night. He enjoyed seeing his brother dressed as a clown or… a carrot.

He came back down shortly after to Madara and Izuna talking amongst themselves. Izuna looked up and frowned, “Awe, I miss carrot-Tobirama,” Madara promptly bopped Izuna on the head.

“Shut up, brat, now come on,” Tobirama smiled gratefully at Madara, and Madara smiled back, just a bit. He didn’t know when this started, when their rivalry and insults turned into teasing and jests. But he isn’t complaining. This turn of events has been… pleasant.

He walked after them, locking the door behind himself. Madara slowed his pace to fall back, bumping Tobirama’s shoulder gently, “You know, I thought carrot-Tobi looked kinda tasty.”

That’s it. He takes it all back. He hates this man, “Go play with your dolls, Uchiha.”

_____

There was another issue, with using chakra to see. When his chakra got too low, his sensing ability blurred. Whenever his chakra got cut off, he couldn’t see. Like now. In this instance. Damn, he will never live this down. Somehow his enemies made a chakra barrier- within its walls all chakra is suppressed, (a Jutsu he is most definitely going to learn, and learn how to disarm), and then he was blind as a bat. He still held his own, fairly well, but he was out of practice sensing without his chakra, and fighting without sight. And now he’s here, trapped and bound by chakra suppressing cuffs. He is defenseless, senseless- blind- and slowly being starved, beaten, and dehydrated. Damn, he hates being prisoner. It really is one of his least favorite activities.

And now they’re going to torture him, attempt to get his knowledge on Konoha, Hashirama, Justu’s (“Out of everyone, I’m glad we got the genius.”) Well, at least he’s wanted by someone, even if they are missing nin with a sadistic streak and a need for revenge.

He grimaced, hearing footsteps enter his cage. He closed his eyes as hands grabbed him, and he prepared for the worst. He won’t break. He won’t talk. He’ll die before he spills anything of value.

And he doesn’t doubt that he will die. Good thing he’s stopped fearing death long ago.

____

“Tobirama is two days late for return. Tobi is never late! I’m going after him-“

“You can’t go after him you have a duty-“

“I don’t care! My baby brother is- he’s never late! I cannot sit by and wait for him to-“

“The I’ll go! But you are the hokage, Hashirama. The Hokage. You have a duty here, to this village, above all else.”

“But I can’t just let him-!”

“Then I’ll go!” Madara huffed, rolling his eyes, “I’ll fucking go, and bring him back, and you know me. I don’t fail.”

Hashirama looked hesitant, and normally The Uchiha would’ve taken offense, but he knows it’s not Hashirama doubting his abilities, it’s an older brother fearing he’d lose his last younger brother, a boy he promised to protect. A brother he loves and cherishes. Madara would feel the same way.

“If it’ll make you feel better I can bring Izuna. I know you were teaching him some healing things,” for his wound Tobirama had given him, instead of killing him. A mercy Madara did not take lightly, and though Izuna is often in pain, Hashirama was willing to teach him techniques to ease the pain and heal himself a little bit more with every use. “He will be able to heal Tobirama if the man is injured, at all,” a soft smile, reassuring and dedicated, “I will bring your brother back alive,” he can’t promise it, they both know that. But it is a vow, that if he can bring Tobirama back alive, he would, or die trying.

Hashirama conceded, “You have four days. If you aren’t back by then I am going after you.”

Madara nodded, it’s a fair deal. Better than he could have wished for. He smirked, “I’ll only need two.”

Madara turned swiftly, walking out of the room quickly, wondering what happened to Tobirama. The man is powerful, makes Madara work for a win when they spar. That’s saying something. Who would be able to take him down? It’s not just one person, that’s for sure. It can’t be. Perhaps a group? And they wouldn’t kill him unless they’re idiots. At least not yet, so if they’re smart enough to take him down they must be smart enough to keep him alive. But alive and held hostage- some would prefer death. They all know what happens when one is held hostage. He shakes the thought from his mind. Alive is alive. That’s all that really matters.

He quickly made it to the Uchiha compound, running straight to where Izuna is, his tone left no room for argument. “We have a mission, we’re leaving in ten. I’ll fill you in on the road.” Izuna stared, nodded, and questioned nothing. That tone, Madara uses that tone only when he needs to. Only when the situation is dire.

Madara left, knowing Izuna will be ready in ten minutes, and packed for the mission himself. In ten minutes, Izuna and himself were on the road, running to where Tobirama was last seen on his mission, where he was supposed to be. Hopefully, wherever he is will be near there. “So... gonna fill me in on the scary chakra you’re spewing out?” Madara turned his head slightly, huffing a humourless laugh and rolling his eyes, “Tobirama is late. Something happened.”

Izuna’s smile fell from his face. Ever since Tobirama decided to spare his life, he had a little change of heart. He started to wearily hang around the Senju, observing him. He was trying to understand why the man didn’t just kill him. They were enemies, they were fighting. It would’ve made sense to kill him. He didn’t. Soon, however, weariness turned to amusement, then into a slow budding of a friendship. Izuna loves the man like a brother, a very weird and estranged brother, but a brother nonetheless less. If anyone hurt a hair on his head, he will murder them without thought.

And he knew Madara will probably torture them if they get a chance. The oblivious man doesn’t even realize how much he really cares for the pasty Senju. But what can you do? Oh yes, he can scheme. After they get Tobirama back, because they are getting him back, he will scheme to get the two of them to get past their ego and stupidity and final go on a date. Maybe they could double date, but then Izuna needs a date. Eh, he can get one no problem, he is hot. And really, if Madara doesn’t ask Tobi out he will. He always did wonder how soft the Senju’s lips were. Would they last? No. Would it be fun for a bit? Hell yeah. And they’re both mature enough to handle a breakup and remain close friends.

Heh, fuck Madara. He’ll have his fun first.

Izuna and Madara continued on their journey with little chatter, stopping when they neared the place Tobirama was supposed to be. They looked around, noting the few ninja’s nearby. Standing guard, not at all stealthily. Well, this is going to be easier than they first expected.

Tobirama was laying on the ground, naked and covered in bruises, a broken rib, smashed hand, concussed, starved, and sliced up all his legs. Overall, not his worst torture experience. Still unpleasant, but not horrible. Of course, he wouldn’t mind going without the concussion, those were always annoying to heal. And Hashirama, Hashirama would be such a burden, mothering him for weeks to come if he had his way. No, best to just die here than suffer that pain. He grimaced at his own dark humor. Perhaps too soon, he wishes Hashirama would rescue him already, but then again, his brother is the Hokage. He doesn’t have time to babysit his little brother anymore. Doesn’t have time to care. This is the time he will die, and he’s accepted that. Death is normal, expected of any ninja. And frankly, he’s already lived past his prime. Then, he heard a rumble, heat seeping into the walls of his dungeon. He sighed, it’s either a Uchiha or another attacker, he has his bets on an attacker. Why would a Uchiha rescue me?

The walls continued to fall, to crumble, heat warming his frigid skin, burning, and dying out before bursting through the stone walls again. He shut his eyes, prepared for something to break, focusing on trying to hear the constant fighting, the screams of pain and begs for mercy. Whoever it is, they’re strong. Too strong. He tensed, so it means they want him most likely. Maybe these guys will be better torturers, he grimaced. That’s not a pleasant thought. Or maybe they’ll just kill him, that would probably be more pleasant than more torture.

Too soon- they killed them all so fast, so strong- too soon he hears the bars to his cell blow open, and heavy footsteps on the ground. The footsteps stop in front of him, and he stares blankly ahead, not bothering to look. No fear. Show no fear. He feels the air move and flinches- weak- before a hand gently rests on his shoulder. “Tobirama?” He knows that voice. It’s familiar. He doesn’t bother looking up. No need, no point, he’s blind.

“Madara?” He can imagine Madara’s frown, his brows creasing the skin between his eyes. He can imagine the stare, calculating and clever, raking over his body for any more serious injuries, any life-threatening ones.

“Can you see me?” That made Tobirama jerk a bit, shock must have been evident on his face by the way there was a rustle of clothes, a little intake of breath.

“Did Hashirama send you?”

“Yeah.”

The idiot, “And he didn’t tell you?”

Now he can hear the frustrated scowl, and he imagined Madara’s thin lips pulling back to bare his teeth in an animalistic way, his narrowed eyes and the almost permanent crease in his eyebrows displaying his displeasure, “Tell me what?” “Madara, I’m blind.”

There was silence, so still even the air froze. A cough, a hand removed from his shoulder, a step back. “No, you always know where we are, how we’re fighting. Hell, you can read!”

“Yes. I use my chakra to see, ever wonder why I became such a good sensor? I was adapting to being unable to see traditionally. And I use a justu to read. I can’t believe my idiot of a brother didn’t alert you of my condition before he sent you here- I was caught in a justu that cut off my chakra. I lost because I couldn’t sense where my opponents were, putting me in a disadvantage. Even now they have me in chakra suppressors. I am… I cannot sense you. I cannot do anything, currently,” there was a hesitance to his last statement. He didn’t like being vulnerable. He didn’t like being out of control.

“Oh, so that’s why you looked like a carrot,” Tobirama jumped, hissed in pain at the sudden movement and balled in on himself, protecting his aching ribs.

“For gods sake make noise for me!”

Oh good, Izuna was here too. Wonderful. He felt Madara step closer again, felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly trailing beneath him before helping the Senju sit up. Tobirama forced back a wince, and he felt a cloth be placed over his naked form before being picked up bridal style. He missed it when one of them broke the chains keeping him in place, but he felt that the suppressants were still on him.

He didn’t try to wiggle free of the hold, however, he just relaxed, a hand splaying on Madara’s chest, on his heart. He took a deep breath, feeling the calming, steady rhythm.

“I don’t want to risk taking the suppressants off and hurting you. We’ll do it when we get back to the village. The village is about a six-hour run, so we’ll camp out tonight and treat your wounds there. Izuna, go ahead and scout a spot, I want to go slower with Tobirama.” Normally, Tobirama would be offended for being treated in such a delicate manner, but right now, he could care less. He just wants to rest.

The Senju woke to darkness. There was a heat on either side of him, someone he didn’t recognize. So, he ensured his breathing didn’t change, feigning sleep. Eyes shut, he tried to remember best he could: the kidnapping, the torture, the Uchiha brothers- oh. He scoffed and opened his eyes, reaching out with one hand to the right, he felt a chest, he continued up, totally not allowing himself to get distracted by the muscles, the ungodly pecs, and continued his search until he felt more, a neck, a nice jaw line. A chin, thin lip, a pointed nose, eyes, and hair, unruly and soft hair. Ah, this is Madara.

“Done feeling me up?” Tobirama would say he didn’t make a sound, but he did. He jumped back, right into the chest of another Uchiha. He felt his face warm… this one also had very nice pecs- he could feel it with his back. Well, that’s one curse, or blessing, of being blind. After a while, his other senses get exceptionally good. Senses like touch. He heard Izuna laugh, wrapping an arm around Tobirama’s waste and holding him against his front.

“Can I get felt up too?”

Tobirama wished he died there, in his cell. That would’ve been a much better fate this this- this torment. He knows his face is red, eyes glaring ahead, at whatever or whoever is in front of him, but still unfocused. His lip is out in a pout and he really wishes he could just be anywhere but here.

“I was checking to see who was beside me.”

“You could’ve asked.”

��…now that you say it, that does sound like a more logical option.”

He heard laughter, two deep rumbles of thunder. He felt the chest behind him vibrate with the power of the noise. His face got even darker.

“Not much of a morning person, are you?”

“No. Even less so with a concussion.” He could imagine the brothers rolling their eyes at him. He hated it. Hated these two. Hated them mocking him. When they get back to the village he will ensure of their immanent doom.

“Sure thing, Tobi.” Arms around him released, and his backrest stood, “I’m gonna start packing up camp.”

And then there was fading footsteps, and nothing more. Tobirama remained seated, frozen in place by humiliation. Madara remained seated, staring at his companion. He was so scared when he saw Tobirama bloodied, bruised, and prone on that prison floor. He thought he was too late, feared it- and he’s not even ashamed to admit it out loud (Ok, maybe a little). But, being close to losing this man, this infuriating Senju, he wanted nothing more than to torment the people responsible for hurting his friend, and ensure this man will remain alive and close… and he had realized how much of an impact the Senju has on his life.

He shuffled closer to the pale man, purposefully loud, and reached out, gently touching Tobirama’s cheek with his hand. Tobirama tensed, froze, and then slowly relaxed against the touch. “Madara?” His tone was curious, cautious, and it was everything. Madara leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on Tobirama’s forehead.

“I’m glad you’re alive.” It was a mumble, a breathe between lips and skin. Barely noticeable but the loudest thing in the room. Madara stood, pulling a shocked Senju with him, before carefully cradling the (now clothed) man in his arms once more for the final run back to the village.

“We… need to have a conversation, I do believe.”

Madara smiled, “We certainly do.”

Izuna was smiling, hiding behind a tree and not so stealthily watching their exchange. Good thing they were so wrapped up in each other they don’t even notice him stalking. Too bad though. I won’t get the chance to have my fun.

___

It was worse than Tobirama thought. Hashirama was overbearing, but so was Madara. He was practically under house arrest, trapped between a cycle of melodramatic, brotherly love and over-worried, angry concern from a partner. He’s pretty sure Madara murdered a delivery man for interrupting his sleep.

Izuna was enjoying it all. “So, brother dearest, enjoying your tea?” Izuna was gleeful, sitting on the edge of the table as Tobirama drank his tea, ignoring Hashirama’s whines from the bathroom. Apparently, they’re out of gauze. And- and the brat took to calling Tobirama ‘brother’ ever since Madara and him made things sorta… kinda official. Sort of.

“Shut up.”

Izuna didn’t. Instead, his smile widened and he easily resembled the devil, “How about this, I sneak you out of the house and you teach me some of those sensing techniques of yours.”

That, that made Tobirama perk. He didn’t have to think twice. “Deal.” Izuna, when he put his mind to it, truly was an evil genius. He convinced Hashirama to go buy new gauze at the store, “I’ll keep an eye on your sweet brother, don’t worry about a thing,” And the second Hashirama was out of a normal ninja’s sensing range, he helped Tobirama flee the house. They ended up on the outskirts of the town, Tobirama a little out of breath but relieved. He missed being outside, feeling the sun on his face and the cool breeze… but not the two idiots crying out for him in the distance. They noticed his absence rather quickly, Tobirama can’t help but be impressed.

This freedom won’t last long, but he’ll enjoy it for as long as possible.

And… “If you play interference I’ll teach you a technique your brother will loathe.”

Izuna grinned, “Deal.”

He may be, sort of, in a thing with Madara, but that doesn’t mean he has to be nice to the man also.

Find the continuation of there series HERE!

#tobirama #naruto #madara #hashirama #fanfic #oneshot #izuna #tobirama is a pure bean #madara x tobirama #madatobi #i love overprotective madara #Madara just needs to kiss his boyfriend already #blind tobirama

46 notes · View notes