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raendown · 6 years

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I finally got around to taking part in @dahtwitchi‘s Dick Pic Project! And in time to be allowed my repost of her delicious artwork! The image I am posting is ever so slightly doctored, just cropped a little, but with permission from Twitchi.

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 4121 Rated: M Summary: Madara isn't sure what he thinks about being given a third chance at life. He's glad that he has his brother and Hashirama with him, although he's pretty sure he could live without Tobirama being there as well. What really makes things things interesting is all this new technology. He particularly enjoys his new 'cellphone'.

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Rapture On The Lonely Shore

As much as Madara appreciated being given another chance at life, there were still moments when he wondered if this was all just a little too much trouble. He had lived his life – two of them in fact! In that time he had committed his crimes, died for them twice, and seen about as much of the world as he’d thought he would ever want to. Getting dragged back in to the land of the living for a third go around wasn’t really in his plans.

Having both of the Senju brothers tag along for the ride could be nothing but karma trying to kick him in the ass and have a good laugh at him while doing it. Some days not even the fact that Izuna had also clawed his way back to life was worth the aggravation of it all.

Certainly on the surface everything was fine and dandy. The citizens of Konoha had at last reached a point where they were content to ignore him so long as he remained docile and afforded them the same discourtesy. Hashirama had fallen so easily in to the patterns of friendship they enjoyed during the few shorts months he had been able to peacefully exist within the village they built together. Spending his days with Izuna as he had always wanted to was a joy he’d long stopped believing could ever be possible.

The problem, as always, was Tobirama. To an outsider’s point of view it would appear that Tobirama had given up all animosity towards the Uchiha brothers he once carried so much hate for. And that would almost be considered correct, Madara had to admit. After finding themselves alive in a time period far passed their own, all of them had found it much easier to lay down their anger and simply enjoy the time they had been gifted, allowing the sins of the past to stay there and looking forward to the future with lighter hearts. Tobirama spent most of his time these days devoting his mind to the science he’d always loved.

He spent the rest of his time bothering Madara.

It wasn’t the same sort of hatred which had existed between them before when Izuna lay buried beneath six feet of earth and neither Tobirama nor Madara could look at each other without seeing the blood of their lost kin. Back then they had both done everything in their power to get in each other’s way, to antagonize and impede and irritate in every way they could just for the pleasure of knowing they had ruined even just a moment of the other’s day.

Now Madara wasn’t sure what he would call it. Without the weight of the world on his shoulders Tobirama seemed to have discovered a new side of himself that very much enjoyed poking fun at other people. He found a great deal of amusement in pulling small pranks and Madara, unfortunately, was his new favorite victim. Even more confusing was that none of it seemed to truly be mean-spirited. Tobirama switched out his reading glasses and put dye in his shampoo bottle, he laughed at the results until he was rubbing his sides with glee and then – amazingly – he would return Madara his things or provide him with the cure for whatever chaos he had caused. Then he returned to his lab until the urge for this new brand of fun rose again.

Several years had already gone by since the Fourth Shinobi War and all of them were fairly well entrenched in their patterns. Izuna in particular still struggled to remember the availability of new technologies like electric stoves and lightbulbs. On his part, Madara had been enamored with the concept of a cellphone since he was first handed one and the concept explained to him. That changed when Tobirama got a cellphone of his own.

Now here he was eyeing the small bar across the lock screen which indicated that he had a new message from “That White Bastard”. Madara sighed, drumming the nails of his other hands against his thigh as he wondered if it was worth his time to open the message. Last time he gave in to curiosity he’d gotten a series of eight picture messages of the same stupid leaf from different angles. Just a dumb waste of his time, something harmless that did nothing more than irritate him yet caused no real offense, that was the basis of all their interactions now. Madara had stopped checking Tobirama’s messages since then and started deleting them on sight but today a pattern had been broken.

Today he had received one picture message followed by no less than fifteen text messages in rapid succession. The constant ding of his phone was both annoying and slightly alarming, holding his attention if only for the way the messages just kept coming all at once. That wasn’t like Tobirama. It was more like Tobirama to wait and send each message in short intervals for maximum irritation value.

With a roll of his eyes and a heavy sigh, Madara unlocked his phone and fumbled around for the messages app. He wouldn’t be able to think about anything else until he solved this mini mystery so he might as well get it over with sooner rather than later. As soon as he opened it, however, he narrowed his eyes in confusion, anxious worry rising up in his throat as he read through the immediately visible messages.

No Seriously Do not I mean it, don’t scroll up If I send you enough messages it won’t be visible Just don’t scroll up I mean it Uchiha Don’t fucking do it If you want to keep your sanity DO NOT SCROLL UP

Madara caught his bottom lip between his teeth and nibbled viciously with indecision. He’d never seen Tobirama come even close to panic before but these messages, the speed with which they had all dropped in one after the other, it felt a lot like panic to him. The last message in particular caught his attention. He wasn’t sure if the wording was meant as a genuine warning or as a some kind of threat but all it had really accomplished was to make him incredibly curious. What could that idiot Senju have possibly sent him that would be followed all of this?

It took exactly half a minute for Madara to cave to his own curiosity. Whatever had been sent to him, it was obvious the Senju didn’t want him to see it. He might be holding amazing blackmail material in the palm of his hand; he would be stupid not to investigate that. Scrolling upwards only increased his confusion at first as it became more and more clear that Tobirama seemed to have sent him something by accident, something he truly did not wish for Madara to see, true panic clear in the messages where he seemed to realize he’d made some sort of mistake.

DON’T LOOK AT IT I DID NOT MEAN TO SEND THIS IMAGE Believe me when I say I meant to send something else This was an accident Do not scroll up Do not look at that image No Seriously

And then Madara found the image itself.

If he had an ounce less self-control he would have thrown his cellphone across the room on mere reflex, an instinctive reaction to the immediate influx of conflicting emotions. Of all the possible things Tobirama might have sent him, even accidentally, an image of the other man in the nude had not even crossed Madara’s mind.

Alright, so Tobirama wasn’t completely nude in the photo, although he might as well have been. His torso was bare and the pants he was wearing were opened to allow his impressive erection to rise out and stand perfectly centered in the frame. Madara couldn’t decide if he wanted to stare at the most delicious cock he’d ever set his poor shamed eyes upon or if he wanted to trace the shape of the tattoo he’d never known about. Tobirama’s pale white skin made a perfect backdrop for the red ink of a tiger to claw its way up and around his shoulder, the stripes of the beast’s arm running down Tobirama’s. The man’s other arm was pulled up behind his head to draw Madara’s eye to the third surprise: apparently Tobirama had seen fit to pierce one of his nipples.

Madara swallowed thickly, both hands clutching his phone so hard the metal casing gave a protesting creak. The part of his brain that had been raised in a war with the Senju was a little disgusted with himself for even entertaining the ideas this image was clearly meant to inspire. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to inspire those ideas in him but the other part of himself, the one that had put the war behind him and was slowly learning to trust again, was already rerouting blood to some very interested parts of his body. A few years ago he might have scowled at this same image with nothing but revulsion. Now he sank deeper in to his couch cushions and palmed the front of his trousers.

Two could play at this game, he thought with a grin. It had taken hours to teach him how to use the camera function on this overly complicated device but it was time he appreciated as well-spent now, reluctantly backing away from the messaging app so he could open up the camera and fiddle until he remembered how to turn it around to face himself. Then he unfastened his pants and pushed them down.

He wasn’t nearly as naked as Tobirama, he noticed. Staring back at the image of himself made him wonder if he should set the scene a little. Maybe take off his shirt? Pose? What expression should he make? Madara shifted and watched his cock bob from side to side, leering at the reflection his own hardness when an idea occurred to him.

It took several tries to get a picture he liked that actually stayed in focus, then several more tries to figure out how to send it back to Tobirama. If he said so himself it was quite an attractive image with him hunkered down in a similar lounging pose as the other man with one of his hands stroking himself and his eyes closed in bliss.

When his phone began to ring he nearly jumped out of his skin. The screen told him that Tobirama was calling him and Madara stared at it for a few seconds, terrified enough that his erection wilted a little. He didn’t think Tobirama would call him. He’d just…actually he had no idea what he’d meant with this stupid idea. Tit for tat? Payback? Mutual teasing with naked bodies? But if he didn’t answer then he ran the risk of Tobirama just popping in with that infernal jutsu of his so Madara accepted the call with one shaking thumb, his other hand still wrapped protectively around his own cock.

“Hello…” he mumbled, unsure of what the protocol was for talking to someone he’d just sent a racy picture of himself to.

“I thought I told you not to look at it.” Tobirama’s voice sounded oddly breathless in his ear. Madara swallowed thickly as his mind supplied him with several possible reasons why. His thumb absently rubbed small circles around the smooth head of his cock, making him shiver.

“You made me curious,” he admitted.

A few beats of silence followed before Tobirama spoke in a husky rasp, “I think I made you hard.”

“Perhaps. And you?” This was all stupid, so stupid, a bad idea shaped from adrenaline and the shock of sudden arousal. The percentage chance of this all blowing up in his face was astronomically high and yet he couldn’t stop his thumb from continuing to trace light circles, closing his eyes and dropping his head back to strain his ears for the sound of Tobirama’s voice. Had the man always had such an attractive voice or had Madara just not been listening properly?

“Madara…what are you doing right now?”

There were a hundred possible answers he could have given, a million different lies he could have told to stop this situation before it got too far out of hand, but the only animosity left between them was harmless pranks because they made Tobirama laugh and Madara had just enough courage to make a leap of faith. He took a chance in a way he never would have done in the world they lived in before.

“Right now? I’m touching myself while I think about that picture you sent me.”

“Oh.” Tobirama cleared his throat but it didn’t erase the fact that they both heard his voice crack. “R-right now. You’re–? Okay.”

“Do you know what would help?” Madara grinned listening to Tobirama’s breathing speed up.

“What?”

“If I could listen to you touching yourself at the same time.”

He never would have guessed how satisfying it would be to hear the hitch in Tobirama’s breath and the stuttering inhale that followed his statement. Madara shifted his grasp on the phone and squirmed as his thumb moved a little faster. Every fiber of his being wanted to move the entire hand, his blood boiling with anticipation at just the thought of it, but he held off for now. How much more satisfying would it be to have Tobirama join him? To listen to each other fall to pieces even though they were half a village apart.

Very likely he would have trouble looking Tobirama in the eye the next time they saw each other but that was a problem to be considered later. He could worry about his own recklessness and the possible fallouts of this after what promised to be a very satisfying orgasm.

“So, what, you would just…if I…?”

“You’re already touching yourself aren’t you?” Madara cut in smugly.

“Are you?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Tell me how you’re touching yourself Tobirama.”

The voice in his ear stumbled through a few syllables, clearly having difficulty doing both tasks at once, but finally he managed to say, “Slowly. I like to do it slowly. With light touches at first.”

Madara kept his eyes closed and groaned freely as his hand began to move at last, root to tip, consciously mimicking the things that were being described to him and trying to imagine it was Tobirama’s pale hand working him. Unsurprisingly, it was pretty easy to imagine. He’d never been more thankful for the perfect recall his eyes granted him.

“Never knew you had any other tattoos. If you were here I’d be tracing it with my tongue.” Madara bucked helplessly in to his fist when Tobirama groaned in his ear. He waited to hear something back, silence stretching until he realized the other man either had no idea what to say or was still too embarrassed to say it. Feeling reckless, he continued to speak his mind without thought for the consequences. “And that piercing. You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you? I’d love to get my teeth around that.”

“It was a dare,” Tobirama murmured finally, making him chuckle.

“Dare you to stroke yourself a little faster,” he said darkly. The other man let out a keening sound that sparked down the length of his spine like a jolt of electricity.

When the breathing in his ear started coming in fits and starts Madara swallowed thickly and moved his own hand faster as well, thrilled in a way he couldn’t describe to know that Tobirama had done so at his behest. His other hand absently pressed the phone so hard to the side of his head he feared the screen might crack, unwilling to miss even the slightest sound.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, grinding the words out between his clenched teeth.

“Fuck – yes – fuck…” Tobirama paused and then he whispered, “I want…to hear youcome.”

Madara groaned again instead of answering. If he had a second hand free he would have reached down between his legs to tease his entrance, maybe spit on his fingers and pressed in with just the tip of one, but to do that he would have to drop the phone. The last thing he was willing to do at that moment was give up the sound of Tobirama right at the edge, so close to glory. So instead he squeezed his eyes closed tighter and constructed the image of the other man on his knees taking Madara in to his mouth, the heat and the suction and the way his red eyes would be narrow and unfocused.

It was just enough. With a violent shudder he came, back arching and teeth grinding, a wordless growl ripping up his throat and immediately echoed from the other end of the call. Madara felt his jaw drop open in a gasp when he realized that Tobirama was coming too, reaching his completion from listening to Madara’s own.

When the pleasure bordered on pain he let his hand come to rest and slumped backwards against the couch cushions to listen to Tobirama’s panting. His mind was blissfully empty of any thoughts other than how incredibly satisfying that had been, more satisfying than taking care of things himself usually felt. It took several minutes for him to realize that he and Tobirama were sitting in silence and listening to the each other recover in the aftermath. This was a man who, until a half hour ago, he would never thought himself to have any attachment to, had never even considered him as an option. Their shared past had blinded him to any possible attraction before now.

Now he wasn’t sure he would be able to look the man in the eye without wondering what he would taste like in the throes of ecstasy. Madara snapped both eyes open and stared at the ceiling with muted horror as he slowly realized what he’d just done and who he had done it with.

It seemed Tobirama’s mind was following the same paths.

“May I point out,” he heard the man rumble, “that it truly was an accident, me sending you that image.”

“Hmm. You say that and yet I cannot think of any other reason for you to possess something…like…that…” Madara’s voice trailed off as a sudden thought washed over him like ice water. Why indeed would Tobirama have taken a photograph like that? Had he meant to send it to someone else? Had he taken it for a another person? His panic was cut short when Tobirama snapped at him, slipping easily in to defensive mode.

“You’ve called me narcissistic many times yourself. If you can’t tell what that image is for then I don’t know how to break the news to you.”

“Well I just thought, you know, if it was meant for…”

“Someone else?”

Madara pulled the phone away from his ear so that he could scowl at it briefly, hoping Tobirama would feel his irritation through their connection. Then he brought it back to say, “Clearly. I seem to remember that Inuzuka boy blathering on about something called ‘dick pics’ while he was trying to explain the camera function to me.”

“It was meant to pander to my preference for exhibitionism when at the time I lacked a partner to exhibit myself for.” He paused, a moment in which Madara strained his ears for more. “I am, in fact, still without a partner. A life partner, I mean. Or, well, that’s a bit presumptuous, clearly not every relationship is meant to last for life but what I mean is–”

“Are you asking me to be your partner?”

“Well I was going to but not if you’re going to interrupt me in that tone.”

“Because you don’t actually hate me or because I got you off over the phone?” Madara huffed, using his sticky hand to wrench his clothing back in to place with something like offense settling in his stomach.

Tobirama echoed his huff. “Impossible man. Just hold on a moment.”

Before Madara had time to question what the man wanted him to hold on for there was a surge of chakra across the room and then he was very glad he’d taken the time to stuff himself back inside his pants. Tobirama’s head swung from side to side as he took in the room he had just appeared in, clearly looking for Madara, and he narrowed his eyes when he spotted his prey.

“Are you deliberately this obtuse or do you somehow go through life with your eyes closed without noticing?” the man demanded, crossing the room with long strides to lean over and brace himself against the back of the couch with one hand, shoving his face right up in to Madara’s.

“I am not obtuse!”

“You can’t even tell when someone is flirting with you!”

“That’s – you’ve been flirting with me!?” Madara shoved the idiot away from himself so that he could rise to his feet with indignation. “What are you, five? A little girl pulling pigtails? You annoy me every chance you get and call it flirting? Not even your stupid lump of a brother is that poorly socialized to think that any sane human being would see your actions as some form of courtship ritual!”

“Would you shut up?”

Tobirama sneered in irritation and then hauled Madara up on to his toes for a searing kiss that cut off all further comments. As much as Madara wanted to cling to his argument that absolutely no flirting had happened, he gave in to Tobirama’s very convincing rebuttal rather quickly. It was hands down the best argument he’d ever lost and he did have to admit that the benefits of going along with this far outweighed the downsides. Actually, he couldn’t think of any downsides at all.

He very deliberately avoided thinking about what Hashirama’s reaction would be to this little development.

Groaning in protest when the delicious lips assaulting his own pulled away, Madara gathered what little cantankerous irritation was left in him and glared up at the man towering over him, a little insulted as he always was whenever he noticed again how much taller Tobirama was than him.

“You did send me that ‘dick pic’ on purpose, didn’t you? I know you did.”

“I maintain that it was an accident.”

“Bullshit.”

Tobirama shrugged. “Believe what you will. Although I should probably mention that I believe it was your brother which started the betting pool on when precisely you would clue in to my attentions. I’m not certain who has the spot for this month but we may wish to be discreet for now.” Madara pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I changed my mind. You’re too much trouble, get out of my house.”

“Hmm, so that’s a no on taking a few more personal photographs? These cellular phones are incredibly useful, wouldn’t you say?”

Madara paused to close his eyes and draw in a deep breath, letting it back out slowly before cracking his eyes open again for a very hard glare. He was sort of hoping his new partner might cower under the force of such a sharp expression but instead the only response he got was a single raised eyebrow.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“You’ll love what I can do with my tongue, though.”

“Can I take pictures of that?”

Tobirama didn’t answer him but Madara did notice the other man made sure to grab his cellphone as they stumbled down the hall towards his bedroom.

He still didn’t understand for what purpose he had been given yet another unearned chance at life. Madara had no idea why he and Izuna and the Senju brothers had all been pulled away from what should have been their final rest. But that mattered less and less with every kiss the two of them shared on their stumbling journey down the hall. There didn’t need to be a reason for any of this; what mattered was the fact that he hardly remembered what it felt like to truly hate someone, that he had the life now he had dreamed of for so many years before.

What mattered was Tobirama and the oddly peaceful feeling of leaning in to his embrace. This new future with its strange technologies was no faultless paradise but it certainly had quite a few perks he very much intended to take advantage of like cellphones, dick pics, and the dimmer switch on the electric lightbulbs in his bedroom. Madara had no idea why he had been granted the life he’d always wanted – but he was happy to finally be happy.

#rae writes #art by dahtwitchi #madatobi #madara #tobirama #fanfiction #fanart #naruto shippuden

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guidingthulite · 6 years

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AAAAA CAN YOU TELL ALL YOUR NORI-CHAN RELATED HEADCANONS???

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT UwU

Thanks for this ask, I appreciate it a lot~!

- Kurama is such an animal person! As I said, (because I love this headcanon and everyone has to know about it) everytime the second year trio goes to the zoo, Kurama gets distracted and Hamano and Hayami have to go back and look for him. They always find him looking at a certain animal as if they’re the only thing in the world.

- Kurama is that kind of guy who gets crushes faster than you can say the person’s name. But he rarely acts on them. There was one period where he had a crush on both Hamano AND Hayami. Normally they realize who he is crushing on, but both were oblivious to this, and thought the way he acted meant that he wanted more closeness so they did stuff like hug him (Hamano, being himself started giving him small kisses everytime he scored) more often and Kurama was just redder than Hayami’s hair.

- Kurama’s favorite season is fall because the breeze is very pleasant and it’s not very cold but you can still wear fluffy clothes at home.

- His favorite Inazuma Japan player is Toramaru (I mean, he learns Tiger Drive in CS, and just imagine little 3 (3? 4?) year old Kurama cheering on Toramaru because he’s the smallest of the group and he. Feels it.

- Kurama is a plushie person, he specially likes stuffed animals that are very big, but everytime somebody comes to visit he hides them.

- Kurama is a sucker for romance, especially really corny and sappy ones. Once Hamano, Hayami and him had a movie night, and Hamano suggested one he really liked. He got emotional during the last scene and had to cover his face with the blanket. “It’s so sappy, I can’t stand it!”. But still, soft pats and pets ensued.

- Hamano has the habit of taking his googles off to put them on Kurama, and he complains about them “Looking dumb on him”, but he never takes them off until Hamano asks for them back.

- Speaking of Kurama being fond of animals, I was trying to think of Galaxy characters interacting with Raimon players, so have you thought… KURAMA AND KONOHA? Like, Konoha discovering Kurama likes animals and trying to talk to him about them. At first, he’s kind of really passive, but ends up opening up to her and they go to petting zoos together!

- He totes has a pet snake, and Sidewinder was inspired by it.

- It was mentioned that Hamano has pet Guppies. Whenever he goes to his house, they follow him. (as in, if he goes left the fishies will go left too) No one knows why.

- I don’t remember any more headcanons (but be sure if I remember more I’ll tell you!) so I’ll just end this with some kind of injoke my brother and I have:

The Raimon team is divided by sections: Sangoku, Sangoku’s brothers (the third years) Sangoku’s sons (Ichino, Hayami and Shindou) and Sangoku’s grandchildren (The first years and Kurama)

Kurama is Hayami and Hamano’s son, and Ichino and Aoyama are the clingy uncles who are always doting him and doing stuff like pinching his cheeks.

#inazuma eleven #to summarize: kurama is a disney princess #kurama norihito #most of these have hayami and hamano too ieburgbeir #my brother doesn't really like my ot3s so most of the stuff on the last headcanon is shaped around our common ships

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cywscross · 7 years

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Do you have any light hearted fanfic recs? I've just, not been in the mood for all the angst and drama lately and I thought maybe you'd know some

This is a bit late, sorry. You didn’t specify a fandom so this will mostly be Steter with a bit of other fandoms thrown in. I hope you feel better :)

Naughty Hookers (Swathed in Wool) by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter’s just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

The Unexpected Marriage of Peter Hale by moonstalker24

This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.

��You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says.Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?”“Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”

Goodbye to a World by mia6363

When he was a boy he’d be out like a light in the car, back when he still had the implicit trust of his dad to keep him safe. Now Stiles needed to be behind a locked door and in the far corner of the room by a window, sometimes only able to sleep on the floor.

The Rest of Our Lives by mia6363

“I don’t know, as a kid I watched a lot of movies, you know? And at first I figured like… I’d be on some great adventure that would take me away from it all, you know? Like Indiana Jones comes around and is all, ‘Hey Stiles, buddy, come with me we’ve got to go save the world.’ Then… you and… everything happened… then I just… I figured I’d die before I was eighteen.”

Do. Or do not. There is no try. by FeelingsDusk

Deaton refuses to teach Stiles anything useful about magic, so Stiles does research om his own and stumbles on a forum/SoMe site for supernaturals. Maybe he finds friends and/or peole willing to teach him the basics. And then things go south in BH.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven’t spoken to in over five years.)

A Series of Strange Events by septima_sum

Prompt: I would insanely love a Stiles courting Peter kind of fic. Where Peter is his usual self and hits on Stiles, but the moment it becomes obvious that Stiles is actually reciprocating and trying to court him - Peter ends up very awkward and nervous and has no idea what to do with himself because he didn’t think this would ever actually happen.

stealth mode ottering by nezstorm

The one where Stiles is a wereotter and doesn’t let anyone touch his rock.

Random Texts with Mr. Sexy by DenaCeleste

Stiles and Peter agree to test out a relationship. The only problem is that Stiles is off to university, and much of their interactions will be at a distance. Thank goodness for technology!

They haven’t really reached the boning level of relationship yet, because while Stiles is a horny bastard, he kinda wants to flirt and be wooed and develop a bond before they do the do. But sexting doesn’t count, does it?

The Hello Kitty Caper by RebaK1tten

From a prompt on Tumblr - “Hello we are full grown adults fighting over this last balloon that’s shaped like a cats head.”

Kitty Quintuplets by iCheat

Prompt: Imagine person A getting home really drunk one night and they tell person B that they’re pregnant with kittens.

Hogwarts, to welcome you home by gedsparrowhawk (FaceChanger)

“You understand, Professor,” Harry began, after a moment, “that I don’t have my N.E.W.T.s. I don’t even have my O.W.L.s. Between everything I never had a chance the first time around, and then afterwards there didn’t seem to be much point. Hermione argued for it, of course, but I was so tired of Britain. So technically, I am completely unqualified for the position.”

“Quite a way to begin an interview, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall said dryly.

Or, three years after the war, Harry Potter becomes Hogwarts’ newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller

When Naruto is five, he’s gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

backslide by blackkat

Naruto’s friends are gone, his lover is dying, Konoha is destroyed, and Madara’s second return has pushed the entire world to the brink. Hunted and harried, Naruto is sent back in time to upend Madara’s plan before it even starts, and sets about changing everything. Butterfly effect nothing: the world is at stake, and Naruto is hardly about to let it fall to ruin once more. Not while he’s still breathing.

Mad geniuses and fluffy tigers by amlago

This is pure fluff about Calvin and Hobbes working at Stark Industries.

#Message #Teen Wolf #Teen Wolf Fanfic Rec #Steter #Naruto #Naruto Fanfic Rec #Harry Potter #Harry Potter Fanfic Rec #Calvin and Hobbes #Marvel #Crossover #Crossover Fanfic Rec

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marc--chilton · 6 years

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Daido and Challenges Aka how the Nekotama Clan fucks with Daido again

Challenges have always been a part of his life. They were a everyday thing if your parents are rivals and your old man goes chasing after every single one like a pervert chases skirts. He’s grown to deal with them and to never back down from one. It was in his blood but then that was before he left Konoha.

The Nekotama clan resides in the land of mountains country. A mostly nomadic clan that travels from one part of the country to the next part. They hold a deep belief in a Tiger god. They are a clan of warriors. They fight and fight and fight until either they had beaten the enemy or eradicated themselves trying. Chakra is practically non-exsistent in the land of mountains. The keyword is practically. The greatest surprise to ever been sprung on Daido is when he opened the door to the Hatake residence and found himself face to face with his old man. It was a clear, winter morning. He’s thirteen; a genin, with limbs too long for his bodies and the tallest person in his group but squished between Papa and Pops made him feel small as Dad explained the situation. The Nekotama clan has a tradation that certain people in their clan meet certain attributes they have to go through a “coming of age ceremony” that can’t be outright stated. The general gist of it is Dad wants him to go to the land of mountains for an unknown duration of time. Pops tries to get more out of him but Dad won’t budge. Arguements break out. At some point the room feels almost freezing. He’s pretty sure that the only reasons that someone hasn’t died is because he’s here and Papa. In the end, its his choice. He thinks of his foreign markings and eyes. Foreign. He chooses to go. The trip is long. Crossing a great distance on land and water. He buys a souvenir a little wooden turtle for Papa and a box set of horrible knock off figurines of Team 7 for Pops at a little wooden shop they stop by. When they finally arrive, he discovers that the land of mountains lives up to its name. On near one of the taller mountains in the southwest resides the Nekotama. It feels strange being surrounded by people who resemble him. What isn’t strange is how they avoid him. He was an outsider. They refered to him as Gou’s bastard and only looked or interacted with him if they had no other choice but do so. He doesn’t stay long with them. She comes for him durning the third night. She’s tall with a bodybuilders body. She wore a tiger’s skull attached to cape of its skin. She wears her white hair in a simple braid that reaches to her heels. There are laugh lines crinkled in the corner of her different colored eyes. “Do you know who I am,” she asks. He doesn’t respond due to the gag in his mouth. “Oh, I guess I forgot.” She unties and degags him. “There is no coming of age ceremony is there.” “None.” “Well guessing from your get up I’m about to be sacrificed to your nonexistent god. The whole joke is on me since I told Mirai that my old man was going to be the death of me. I hope the universe pisses it self while its laughing.” She laughs. He prepares himself for the cold embrace of death. He never got to give Papa and Pops their gifts. “No, but you might still die through the whole ordeal. I’ve come to offer you an apprentanceship.” “What!?” “Let me repeat my earlier question. Do you know who I am?” He doesn’t know her name but he knows what the clan calls her. “The witch that lives in the mountains.” “Correction. Witchdoctor or Plague doctor.” He finds out that she’s the only person alive in the Nekotama clan that can use chakra in the whole Nekotama clan. “I’m old. I don’t want our clans techniques to die with me.” “Your clan. I’m a maito. And why me?!” “Because everyone knows how Gou’s bastard descends from a great line of ninjas.” He can’t argue. “What technigues?” They’re like the aburame; with their chakra infused bugs, in their case its their blood. Those born with chakra were the taught the techinque of turning your blood into a cesspool of viruses and diseases as well as other plague techniques. It helped to weaken their enemies so that their healthier clan members could eradicate them quickly. One drop of their blood could weaken or destroy a small army. “You can say No and be sent home or say yes and stay here for quite some time.” “How long is "quite some time”?“ "As long as it takes you to master them.” Its all too much. He can’t think. “So,Gou’s bastard. What will it be?” There is an undertone of a challenge in her voice that whispered: Are you even strong enough to handle our clan techniques. Maybe it was morbid curiosty, the inner desire to know more about his old man’s side and the country that divides him in half or maybe it was that he couldn’t say no to a challenge. He says yes. He doesn’t come home until three years later. He has to look down in order to look Papa or Pops in the face. He gives them their gifts. They don’t ask about the bandages wrapped around his hands and arms or the blade made of tiger bone strapped to his waist. He spends his first night with his head in his Papa’s lap while he runs his fingers in his hair and his feet on Pop’s lap. He feels like he’s six again. They manage to drive the nightmares away. “For your final challenge my student: Kill your teacher.”-Mochi(I feel like I didn’t make the Nekotama clan original enough so I’ll be glad to hear your thoughts on them.)

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OKAY USING WORDS UH UH........ I LOVE THIS???? DAIDO...... I’M FEELING.... oh my god mochi this is SO GOOD

first of all, you write conflict and storylines so much better than me i’m a little jealous!! in a good way! and the nekotama clan are very original if you ask me tbh! i’m REALLY diggin that witch doctor woman too; bodybuilder, virus blood, TIGER SKULL AND CAPE??? sign me up i’d let her kill me

#submission #fic talk #save tag #SMOOCH SMOOCH i love this #buying souvenirs.... KNOCKOFF TEAM SEVEN i bet kakashi got a kick out of that #and the ending.... :'((#daaaaiiidooo babyyyyy

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