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domoz · 11 months

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Hika/Tobi Marriage Hunt + Blessed Eyes AU...Thing

Hikaku waits in perfect stillness, aside from the slow spin of his sharingan.

There is little chance of securing himself a spouse this hunt, he knows. Not when the prey is Senju Tobirama.

Madara is out there, stronger than him, and Izuna, faster and more familiar with the prey. There are clan members who are better at tracking and sensing who all stand a better chance than him, but if he had not even tried, then Hikaku would have had no chance at all.

In truth, he thinks the most likely outcome is Tobirama remaining unbound and unwed by the time the sun rises. The treaty had only called for a hunt, not a marriage, and the blessed one is clever and wily. They had known that, when they'd asked for this, but the Uchiha had wanted a chance, however slim, to bring those blessed eyes into their clan.

Hikaku had wanted a chance, too -- it felt blasphemous to not at least try. And so, he waits. Unmoving, chakra crushed down to blend in with the trees, as his clansmen scatter and search in the forest around him.

He has no chance of chasing down Tobirama, he's known that from the start, so instead of trying he's found a spot, set up traps, and sits, waiting. Tobirama probably wont fall for them, either, but he might, and that's at least worth waiting in the forest until sunrise.

One of the wires he's attached to a distant branch vibrates, then another, and another. One might have been an animal, but so many so fast means a person. Person doesn't mean Tobirama, but Hikaku tenses in preparation, regardless. Whoever they are, they're moving towards him at breakneck speed. Fleeing, Hikaku hopes, as he curls one hand around the wire in the clearing, and another in a sign, ready to spring one of the traps at his feet.

A figure springs into view, a streak of ghostly white, and Hikaku does not hesitate, pulling the wires tight around a figure that, even though he is clearly surprised, is able to dodge the attack. But not perfectly; when he hits the ground, its with a stumble, and its pure instinct that has Hikaku forming the hand signs to pull the pre-loosened dirt under him down and in.

Before Hikaku can even blink, he has Tobirama buried up to his shoulders. The blessed one is red faced and panting with exertion. He looks around wildly, meeting Hikaku's gaze for a moment that seems to stretch forever before he tears his red eyes away, struggling fruitlessly against the dirt and stone holding him still.

Hikaku hesitates. He wishes they had time to talk, wishes he had time to ask, because the last thing he wants is for Tobirama to resent him for this. But the way he'd been moving and the sounds of pursuit in the woods behind can only mean whoever had him fleeing is close. If Hikaku wants to claim Tobirama for himself, he has to do it now.

"I'm sorry." He breathes, like it will help anything. He loosens the dirt on one side, enough for Tobirama to free one arm, which he does immediately. Hikaku is waiting for it, and he catches the limb, interlocks their fingers, and wraps the red silk cord that every Uchiha who's come out to the hunt tonight has brought with them around both of their wrists, heart thundering all the while.

Tobirama stops struggling after the first knot is tied, but he waits until they're fully bound together to say, "It seems you've caught me, Uchiha-san."

His voice is even, there's no fear or anger in it, and now that it's really over he allows himself to meet Hikaku's eyes. Tobirama looks like he's calculating. Considering.

Hikaku smiles at him, self depreciating. He's just some faceless Uchiha to Tobirama, he knows. No one important. He hopes that doesn't make the fact that he's the one who caught him sting even worse.

"You can call me Hikaku." He says, loosening the rest of the dirt and helping Tobirama climb free. Tobirama accepts it -- has to, since their hands are bound.

They're both still on their knees, facing each other when Madara arrives in the clearing with the thunderous crack-snap of stones shattering under his feet when he lands. Izuna is behind him only a moment later -- if they had gotten frustrated with Tobirama slipping away and decided to work together, then it's no wonder he had been so harried when he'd arrived.

"Madara-sama." He greets, "Izuna-sama. I don't suppose you'd mind giving us a bit of privacy?"

Both of them stare for a long moment, eyes comically wide before sharing a look with each other. Izuna makes a helpless wheezing sound, and Madara has to be the one to grab his arm and say, voice high, "Yes. Let's go."

Tobirama almost looks bemused as they flee, though it's fleeting, replaced with that cool consideration as he turns to regard Hikaku. He's the one who caught Tobirama, but he has to suppress a shiver at that red eyed gaze.

Tobirama is beautiful, so no matter how this goes he'll have that, at least but…

"I would have liked to have asked if you if you were okay with this." He admits, "But now that they've seen, I'm afraid there's no going back."

Tobirama tilts his chin up imperiously.

"Do not pity me. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to this."

In return, Hikaku thins his lips.

"Agreeing to a hunt and getting caught are two very different things." He argues, then sighs. "But I suppose that hardly matters, now. Is -- ah." He truly is unprepared for this, because his fantasies involving Tobirama have been more domestic than anything else. "…Is there a way you'd prefer to do this?"

Tobirama must be unimpressed with the blush coloring his cheeks, Hikaku thinks. At least until he notices this pink starting to dust Tobirama's own.

"…I knew what I was getting into." Tobirama repeats, but this time his voice is quieter, eyes fixed down, on their intertwined fingers, "The treaty may not have demanded a marriage, but peace will be much more stable if one exists."

Oh. Hikaku breaths. Oh, he had been planning on getting caught. If things had gone differently, Tobirama may well have treated the forest of hunters like a buffet of suitors to pick and chose at his will, but instead...

"What I mean to say is --" Tobirama shuffles forward until their knees are touching and he can feel the warmth of Tobirama's breath on his lips, "-- I came prepared. And you did catch me fair and square, Hikaku-san."

#im gonna be real this kinda made me want to write a version of this #Where tobirama goes through ^ with multiple uchihas. because they are all shadow clones #in order to decide who is the best option ofc :)#..............might right smut for this. or that idea. we'll see! but it would be ao3 only not tumblr lmao #oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #tobirama senju #hikaku uchiha #hikatobi

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bluebobatea · 10 months

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hands down this is the funniest tag on ao3

Also why does this make so much sense 😭

#came across these goldmine of tags that has me cackling in the middle of the night #and then you read the fics and it's THE most heart wrenching shit and will make you a crying sobbing mess #ok i just read author's another work and my gaawd it literally had me puffy eyed by the time i finished reading #short fics are fun #said no one ever #ao3 #hereforwords #sns #uchiha sasuke #uzumaki naruto #sasunaru

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cryptids · 9 months

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The struggle to find narusai fics that aren't actually just sasunaru fics where sai only appears briefly as a rival love interest (or is one sided) is killing me...... like it's already such a rarepair and on top of that they aren't even the endgame ship in half the fics in their own tag

#I DO understand why people have to tag their fics like that #but I also am still gonna complain fjshdjdjs #actually the gaanaru tag is very similar too but it causes me slightly less despair bc at least theres not SO little in the first place #the funny thing is I do actually ship sns too but that is not what I am looking for right now....!!!!#I'm having slightly more luck on ffnet than ao3 but that site is so scary #🐊#naruto #narusai #(tagging for ppls blacklists mostly)

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powerful-niya · 1 year

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝑷𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳_𝑵𝑰𝒀𝑨 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 .𖥔 ݁ ˖

・゜ ʚɞ 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 ・ 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔, 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔, 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

✰💌 - 𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 ✨ |

✰💭 - 𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ✨ |

✰✏️ - 𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 ✨ |

✰🗒️ - 𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ✨ |

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑨 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 | 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 | 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 | 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅 | 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒘𝒏 | 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.𝒏𝒆𝒕

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 | 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 | 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅 | 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒘𝒏 | 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.𝒏𝒆𝒕

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆

✰𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏…

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 & 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑭𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑵𝒐 𝑱𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒖 - 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍-𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑵𝒉𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝟐𝟑 - 𝑨 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 "𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆, 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑴𝒆" 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝑶𝒇 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑵𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑶𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 & 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝑨𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅

| ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ |

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅-𝑩𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅

ꨄ.* :☆ﾟ𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - 𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃

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zombie-honeymoon · 10 months

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Posting fic against my therapists recommendations.

Wrote this for Swoon June, Day 17 - Reading Together Summary:

Kakuzu happens to find Hidan reading in bed and it is quickly apparent that what he's reading is porn.

#swoonjune2023 #naruto #fanfiction #day 17 #reading together #kakuhida #kakuzu #hidan #check the tags and rating on ao3 #reblogs are loved

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secrettastemakerland · 1 year

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Evil Angst Era Activate 😈😈😈😈😈😈

sorry in advance to @chloelapomme @bornonthebreakofdawn @saradesuchiha and @keycipo 💖

✨ a fic based on the barefoot naruhina chronicles ✨

#>:) hehe #naruhina #naruhina fic #boruto #boruto naruto next generations #also boruto chapter 77 now has an official tag on ao3 #idk if that's a good thing or not #but it exists #ANYWAYS ENJOY

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leafin-21 · 4 months

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Hello, you can call me Lea, I will be posting on my ao3 soon! Mostly Undertale (Bad Sanses I Nightmare's Gang) but in the future may have MCYT, MHA, Naruto, One Piece and maybe more, who knows?! I'm kinda new to tumblr but I'm trying! Please be kind to yourself and others.

(Just a warning in advance, my fics may contain explicit content and/or disturbing themes, pls make sure to read the tags and warnings. Stay safe everyone!)

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 writer #undertale #mcyt #my hero academia #naruto #one piece #new to tumblr #how to tumblr #tagging is hard #bad sanses #bad sans gang #bad sans poly

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timstolejasonscorpseagain · 8 months

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Genuinely curious about this

#fandom #one piece #loz #legend of zelda #botw #mlp #fanfiction #ao3 #ffnet #tears of the kingdom #just tagging whatever fandoms to spread it lol #vocaloid #bnha #supernatural #naruto #shiki

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silverutahraptor · 2 years

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I’m posting older writing snippets and AU ideas, so have a HashiMada one!

Premise: Madara timetravelled back into his younger self, and he is so very tired of everything. First Person POV.

Somberness overtakes Hashirama’s features as he considers my own. “...Madara?”

At his soft inquiry, there’s suddenly a dozen different feelings burning behind my eyes, and I want to scream and I want to burn things and I want-

I want-

“I’ve been dreaming about Izuna dying,” I say instead and watch the sorrow and sympathy steal on his lovely face.

“It’s always by Tobirama’s hands,” I add before he can open his stupid mouth to say something stupidly uplifting.

I shouldn’t fall apart in front of him like this, he shouldn’t even know about this sort of vulnerability, but the truth is—I can’t.

I can’t I can’tican’tican’t

When Izuna dies, I can’t-

When he dies-

When-

There are hands in my hair and I’m leaning against a broad chest. “Breathe, Madara,” a voice says, and there’s something so familiar and warm about the voice that I do what it says.

Breathing comes like such a relief that I realize I must not have been doing it for a bit.

“I won’t let that happen,” Hashirama says. His voice is still soft, but there’s a hint of steely determination in it that makes me crane my head back to catch a look at his face. He’s staring right back into my eyes. “I won’t let Izuna die, Madara,” he continues and- and- did I say all that out loud earlier? Oh no. “And I won’t let you go mad, either” he adds. His arms, still around me, tighten. It feels comfortable.

I want to laugh.

I want to cry.

I want to yell and scream and ask this man who he is to be so certain to avoid fate.

“If only.” I whisper into the safety of his neck before I fall silent again.

If only we weren’t all mere pieces in fortune’s game, destined to live and kill and then die when our roles fulfilled their purposes.

If only I hadn’t tried and tried and tried to bring an end to this endless war.

If only all that had gotten me wasn’t a Clan that looks at my back with scorn and a brother that frowns at me more often than not.

If only all the options I hadn’t tried are the ones that would cost me a brother’s love or life or maybe both.

(“Izuna,” I ask, because I’m tired of thinking this over on my own, “if you were Clan Head–what would you do?”

“Senju isn’t able to kill you,” my brother immediately scoffs, shaking his head.

His trust in my strength threatens to choke me up, so I continue hastily. “No, just- if you were Clan Head instead of me, what would you do?”

Izuna is still frowning at me.

“I’d still be around, just- you’d be Clan Head?”

His eyes narrow.

There are only so many ways such a scenario could happen.

“Indulge me,” I add.

“I’d kill all the Senju, of course.” Izuna is still staring at me like he’s trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle.

He has been looking at me like that more and more recently.

“I’d send you on more solo missions,” he continues after a pause. At my raised eyebrows he snorts. “The ones that are high risk, but with little chance of contact with Senju forces. You leave too many of them alive.”

I stare.

“You do, Niisan.” Izuna shakes his head. “We wouldn’t be in such a long term impasse if you would just kill more of them.”

I open my mouth to say something, but- he’s right.

I hate killing Senju shinobi.

They all die so easily.

‘They could be y o u, Izuna’ I want to say but don’t.

My little brother hates being compared to the Senju in any way.)

“If only…?” Hashirama prompts after long minutes stretch past.

I shake my head.

A miniscule tightening of the muscles under my head is my only warning.

Then Hashirama rolls both of us off the roof.

“You-”

We fall down in a tangle of limbs and hair.

I stay laying where I landed on the ground, blinking up at the sky.

“I am dead,” I say when I’ve caught my breath, ignoring the twinge of sadness that thought always brings me. “You killed me and now I’m dead.”

Hashirama’s laughter fills the air.

His warm hands close around my face, and then his face—upside down—is hovering way too close. “You kneed me in the ribs on the way down! So maybe we both died and this is the Pure Lands…”

The idiot is still smiling, but his words sound almost wistful.

I could probably stare up into his face forever, which is why I shove him away and sit up.

If the Pure Lands exist, it seems that I am denied entry. Why else would I be here now, like this. Unable to truly change things.

The familiar feeling of Hashirama’s chakra lingers in the air, so I survey our surroundings. We landed in one of the smaller side gardens in the visitors’ wing of the palace, but the plants in this particular garden seem to have mysteriously gained some life of their own. I’m pretty sure that none of the plethora of plants I stare at should be blooming right now, nor have grown such dense foliage that it’s nigh impossible to catch a glimpse of the courtyard’s interior from the outside or above...

“…Really?” I finally ask.

But because I’m me, I also flick on my Sharingan for a moment and let a subtle genjutsu settle on the new plant growth, making it impossible for anyone to listen to our conversation or even remember there is anything out of the ordinary in this particular courtyard.

I hesitate before quickly glancing at Hashirama, still channeling chakra through my eyes. It’s rare that I get to remember him like this, carefree and playful and grinning, and not grim and covered in mud from a battlefield.

Hashirama smiles even more widely and stretches like a cat. “Want to get a good look?”

His hands stray towards his collar and start to loosen it.

I abruptly turn my head away, cheeks burning. “Don’t play around,” I hiss and deactivate my Sharingan.

One glance is enough, but still.

Hashirama is Hashirama, however, so his arm quickly settles around my shoulders again. “I did hear a laugh when we fell down the roof.” His chin is digging into my shoulder. “So that did cheer you up!”

“You threw us off the roof,” I huff, trying to ignore that he’s also kind of breathing directly into my ear.

“I wanted to watch the stars with you! You told me so many Uchiha legends about them but I forgot most of them by now.”

I sigh, and somehow fail to shrug him off my shoulder. “…The roof would have worked better, idiot.”

Neither of us gets up or mentions that down here, no one will find us for a little while.

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