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Pride

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Summary: When hatred and pride speak louder, even a childhood love can fall apart.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Fem!Uchiha, Uchiha Madara/Fem!Uchiha

Word count: 2.6k

Overall warnings: angst, bittersweet ending

All characters belong to Naruto, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it.

A/N: The lyrics come from this song. Whoever cried, raise your hand. Please, leave your opinions and criticism in the comments.

posted on ao3

I was there, standing on top of that mountain where I could see the sunset that covered the village below with golden light. After so many battles, Konoha finally flourished in peace.

Peace that hadn’t existed in my heart for a long time since I met her: Alexia.

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In the heart of the war between Senju and Uchiha, in the small moments when there was a truce, I, Tobirama, youngest son of the general of the Senju clan liked to get away from all that suffering for a while. During the day, I found a way to escape to the river, just to be able to see and hear the current that followed its path without caring about what happened on its banks. It just flowed.

And it was there, on one of those days, that I saw a little paper boat with a yellow flower inside going down through the crystal-clear water, and then one more and another. Like the curious child that I was, I went up the river in the opposite direction of the boats, until I saw her.

A little girl with long, black hair messed up by the wind. She was kneeling on the riverbank and placing paper boats with colorful flowers in the water one by one, while her black eyes watched them move away. Until her eyes fell on me, and we stood staring without saying anything on either side of the river. Then, she got up, smiled at me and disappeared into the forest.

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Without realizing it, a soft smile curved my lips as I remembered that day. How the silent meeting of two children could change so much.

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After that meeting, I went to the river more often, wanting to see her again. But it was weeks before I saw the little boats go down the current once again. I found her in the same place and this time, I walked over and crouched down next to her.

“Why do you do it?” I asked.

She looked at me with those dark orbs, smiled and responded as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

“Because I think it’s beautiful.”

I saw her pick up another little boat with a red flower and place it in my hand. I quickly put it in the water and saw it go away down the river. I smiled without realizing it.

“See? It’s so pretty,” she said and looked at me again. “I’m Alexia. And you?”

“Tobirama,” I replied, hiding my surname, because during the war it wasn’t wise to say it to strangers and apparently, she knew that as she didn’t say hers either.

We stayed there talking for hours, without ever saying where we came from, until I heard my brother Hashirama calling me from inside the forest. I went home but not before making her promise that we would see each other again, right there.

The months passed and as the war worsened, our meetings began to become rarer, until she never appeared again.

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I felt a lonely tear run down my face. Even though we were just children, the loss of my first love hurt a lot.

But I moved on with my life, and during the following years, thanks to the war, I didn’t have much time to rummage through the past. Until...

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Until, at the peak of my 21 st year, I became the second-best ninja in my clan, second only to my older brother.

Even though the years passed, and I became a man, I still had the childhood habit of going to the river.

That day, I bent down to wash my face in the cool water, and I felt my heart speed up when I saw a little paper boat with a pink flower touch my hand.

I ran as fast as I could, going upstream and I saw her... she was there and looked at me as if she was waiting for me.

Her black hair, now longer, swayed in the breeze. Her body, that was once small and thin, had become beautiful and curvy. She was a woman now, but her eyes, oh those dark eyes, were still the same ones that haunted my memories.

I approached, and the only thing I could say was her name.

“Alexia...”

Without knowing why, or without caring if I was going to be rejected, I kissed her. That old childhood love turned into an urgent desire to erase all that longing that I had stored deep within my being. Alexia responded to me with passion. She seemed to feel the same thing as me, and she wanted to make up for all the lost time.

We pulled away from each other with difficulty, but the feeling of being complete surrounded us like a golden aura. We didn’t need to say anything to know that time hadn’t changed the feelings of the two children.

We talked and kissed for hours on end, until we heard sounds coming from the forest, and before I knew it, she broke away from my embrace, looking me in the eyes and said:

“Tobirama, I need to tell you something very important.” Her face became serious. “Meet me here tomorrow night. Please don’t miss it.”

I nodded and let her go.

I didn’t know that conversation would change my entire life.

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The night of our meeting had arrived. I managed to leave without being seen by my brother and went towards the agreed location. My hands were sweating, and my heart was racing with every step I took. I thought what I felt years ago was a child’s thing, but the closer I got, the more I knew I was madly in love with that woman. When I arrived, she was already there waiting for me, her gaze fixed on the waters of the river. She seemed sad and that made me worried.

“Alexia, are you alright?” I asked and without waiting for an answer, I hugged her.

Feeling her warm body pressed against mine, the kiss was inevitable. It started out soft, but when she opened the way for our tongues to mee, I could no longer resist. We made love right there, on the riverbank, listening to the water run and taking our secret with it.

Leaning on my body, I heard her soft cry and little by little, hot tears touched my chest, making me look at her.

“What happened? Did I hurt you?” I said with concern.

“That’s not it,” she got up and started to dress up. “This shouldn’t have happened. Not without telling you first.”

“Telling me what?” I started to worry even more, seeing her crying.

“I know who you are, Tobirama Senju,” she whispered between tears, emphasizing the word ‘senju’. “And I... I am... Alexia Uchiha.”

My heart almost stopped when I heard her say her full name. It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t... the girl I loved since I was a child, the girl I loved there, on the riverbank, was from that damn clan that had been at war with my family and friends for years. I looked at that familiar and now strange face for several moments, until she broke the deadly silence that hung on us.

“I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid,” she took a step towards me. “Say something, Tobirama.”

“Alexia... Uchiha...” I could only repeat her name, still not believing that joke of fate.

She got closer to me, and with her trembling hand she tried to touch me, but my body involuntarily took a step back, avoiding the contact.

“Please, say something,” her voice was already starting to get exasperated with my silence. “Say that this doesn’t change anything. Say that you love me. Say that everything will be alright. Just say... say it and I will wait for you.”

But I didn’t say it. Even though my heart was screaming like crazy inside my chest, I didn’t say the words that she wanted to hear. I couldn’t.

I caught a glimpse of her beautiful eyes fading with the tears that came flooding back before she left.

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When I found out who that little boy was in the river, I knew I had to stay away for my safety and his. However, the war helped me maintain my decision. I was sent to another village along with other women and children who could not fight. But fate found a way to bring us together again many years later. I wanted to see him, see how he grew up and try to make possible that childish love that I always carried in my chest, despite the situation.

An Uchiha and a Sunju. It seemed like a joke, but I didn’t care. I wanted to fight for that feeling.

But...

But my hope faded that night, after we made love. He ran away from my touch like running away from a venomous snake when he learned the truth. I saw the hurt in his eyes, and anger. I was willing to face everything and everyone for us, I just needed to hear him say it. But the words didn’t come.

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After that fateful night, I still hadn’t given up on us. Maybe he just needed some time to put his thoughts in order, maybe there was still hope. But I was wrong.

Every day that followed, I went to the riverbank and one by one, I placed the little paper boats with flowers in the current and watched them slowly descend into the clear waters, waiting to hear his footsteps on the gravel. The long-awaited steps never came.

And every time, I cried. But this time, I held back the tears and noticed that someone placed a coat over my shoulders and spoke to me in a soft voice.

“Alexia, what are you doing here?” he said in a worried smile. “It’s getting cold. Let’s go before you get sick."

I looked at him as I stood up. His long, black hair was tousled because of the wind, which I didn’t even realize was blowing strongly, and his dark eyes, so similar to mine, stood out from the strong, beautiful face that smiled at me. Madara Uchiha, the new leader of the clan. I had known him for a long time, but only at that moment did I really pay attention to him. I took one last look at the waters of the river and followed him back home.

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That image of Alexia waiting for me, words I didn’t say and the sadness in her eyes, the plea in her voice haunted my thoughts.

Every day I went to the river, and I saw, day after day, the little paper boats going down the river. I knew they were for me, that she was waiting for me just behind that curve. But my pride prevented me from going there and taking her in my arms and never letting her go.

Another little boat came down and came closer to my feet, and before I could pick it up, it sank and dissolved in the water. I didn’t know why, but that image made me cry. Nevertheless, I still didn’t go after her.

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A year has passed since that day, and there have never been any paper boats for me on the river again.

Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now

Our song on the radio, but it don’t sound the same

When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down

‘Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

And as the world loves to play tricks, that same year the battle between the Senju and Uchiha clans ended, beginning an alliance that led to the founding of Konoha. If I had said something, if I had waited...

Mm, too young, too foolish to realize

That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand

Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance

Take you to every party ‘cause all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby’s dancing, but she’s dancing with another man

But I hadn’t said anything, I hadn’t waited, and I lost her. Now, we live in the same village, our families are no longer enemies and there is no more war. But it’s too late for us.

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways

Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out of my life

Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh

And that haunts me every time I close my eyes

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I see her almost every day, but her eyes don’t look at me anymore and her smile doesn’t shine for me. Now, another man holds her hand, another man is the owner of her look and the reason for her smile.

Mm, too young, too foolish to realize

That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand

Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance

Take you to every party ‘cause all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby’s dancing, but she’s dancing with another man

Although it hurts

I’ll be the first to say that I was wrong

Oh, I knw I’m probably much too late

To try and apologize for my mistakes

But I just want you to know

I could see him day after day gluing together, piece by piece, Alexia’s heart, which I broke. Healing her wings, which I hurt, and giving her the love that, out of pride, I couldn’t give.

I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds you hand

Give you all his hours when he has the chance

Take you to every party

‘Cause I remember how much you loved t dance

Do all the things I would have done

When I was your man

And today, I’m here, at the top of this mountain. Down there, I can hear the happy laughter and the music that rose up to me.

It was Alexia’s wedding, my Alexia... I lost her the moment I was too weak to say I loved her.

My life ended there, on the edge of that river. Those waters witnessed who foolish I was, how my hatred and my pride took from me the woman I loved my entire life.

The sun had already set on the horizon and the stars were beginning to emerge in the dark blue sky. That was when I noticed someone approaching, a servant, who handed something into my hand that made my heart skip a beat.

It was a paper boat with a white flower. My eyes clouded with the threat of tears, until I saw that there seemed to be something written on the paper. I unfolded the little boat and read the words that seemed a little shaky.

‘Tobirama,

I want you to know that despite what happened between us, I have no regrets. On the contrary, you will always be in my heart, as my first love. It’s a shame that it’s too late for both of us, but I wish from the bottom of my soul that you find someone, and that you don’t let your pride speak louder than your love again. Be happy.

Alexia.’

As I read that, my fists clenched the paper tightly and the little flower fell apart on the floor. And I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I fell on the ground and cried, cried until my eyes had no more tears to cry.

I cried for the lost love. I cried for the future without Alexia. I cried for the regret of not having said the words she expected to hear. And I cried even more for having my heart in pieces while my pride remained whole.

#senju tobirama #oneshot #songfic #romance #warring states period #madara uchiha #uchiha oc #tobirama x reader #tobirama x oc #translation #konoha #sad ending #oc #i wrote this while listening to ABBA #madara x oc #madara x reader

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domoz · 1 year

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Girl help i keep Hikaku posting instead of writing the fics I need to.

In this one, Tobirama takes a gamble:

No good sense has brought them here, just Madara's grief and rage.

Hikaku cant begrudge the man that after what's happened to his brother, but in this moment he wishes it had manifested another way. A battle with the Senju is nothing new, but in all of his perfect memory he can never quite remember things being this chaotic.

Hashirama is tearing up the landscape just to match Madara, who in his fury is trying to break past his usual opponent to go after Tobirama.

Tobirama, who without Izuna there to stop him, is currently beating Hikaku to a pulp.

This guy is on another level, he thinks breathlessly. He'd always known that, in theory. Izuna had been one of the best, after all and Tobirama had always matched him (until he surpassed him).

In practice, the only thing keeping Hikaku alive is the sharigan's ability to predict movements and whatever it is that's stopping the Senju from using whatever technique it was that injured Izuna.

He stopped trying to block the water dragons after the first and has gone from disrupting their paths with boulders to trying to shred them apart with pebbles as he's grown more exhausted. It hardly slows them, but it's kept him from being completely swept away so far, and if that keeps him alive than that's what he'll do.

That's what he's just done (ending up soaked, but still on his feet) when Tobirama pauses, landing on a high branch a decent enough distance away that even Hikaku might have a chance to avoid whatever he throws at him.

From his perch, Tobirama tilts his head, looking over Hikaku with a considering gaze.

"You have excellent chakra control." He says after a moment, "Even better than Izuna's."

Hikaku blinks, but he does not un-tense, remembering Izuna's many rants about how Tobirama liked to play games with his opponents -- to let them think they’ve won, until they haven't.

Hikaku does not think himself anywhere close to winning, but every moment they aren't actively fighting is another moment he hasn't died.

"It's hardly worth comparing us." Hikaku frowns, "And pointless. He still lives."

"For how long? Days? If that." Tobirama purses his lips, a tiny thing that Hikaku would have missed from this distance if his sharingan weren't still activated, "No, I don't think there's much time left at all."

Hikaku has no idea how he knows that, but he isn't wrong. The gut wound he'd left Izuna with has been festering. He wouldn't be surprised to return to the compound to find him dead already. What kind of sick taunt is this?

As he talks, Tobirama starts making hand signs -- a long string of them, and not a jutsu Hikaku recognizes. His breath catches and he readies himself, prepared to run from whatever devastation this is going to bring -- but when he finishes the only result he can see is a pale green glow coating the Senju's palm.

Tobirama raises his hand, touches it to a cut on his cheek where a bit of rubble had caught him. When he draws it away, the wound is gone.

A technique that can heal injuries with chakra. When he realizes what he's just been allowed to see -- what he's just been allowed to copy with his sharingan -- Hikaku nearly staggers under the weight of it.

His next thought is 'I'm going to die'. Because surely, surely, there's no way Tobirama Senju is going to allow him to walk away with the knowledge he's just been given.

There's a piercing two toned whistle, a bright white flare high in the sky. Retreat called, on both sides. And contrary to everything, to all rational thought, Tobirama does not leap forward, does not cut his throat or snap his spine, but turns, gives Hikaku a long glance, and follows the rest of the Senju in their retreat.

It takes Hikaku a long moment to unfreeze. To go regroup with his clan, mind whirling.

It must be a trap, but what use is there to lay one for a man already as good as dead? If this was some ploy to give false hope, then why pick him, when he could just keep what had happened to himself?

His clansmen are all silent as they return from the battlefield, Hikaku most of all.

I don't think there's much time left at all. That's what Tobirama had said. But time for what?

Hikaku is not a fool -- he does not try to use what he's learned on Izuna, or even on himself and the many cuts and bruises he's come home with. When everyone else goes off to see their own hurts treated, to see their loved ones, when Madara goes straight from the battlefield to go sit by his brother, Hikaku slips away from them all.

The main house has a koi pond, and though the landscaping leaves much to be desired after years of Madara and Izuna using it for their sibling rivalries, it still holds fish. Hikaku mentally apologizes to the late Lady Uchiha as he grabs a koi by the tail and yanks it out of the water, but he thinks, if this works, he will be forgiven.

He waits for the fish to stop thrashing before he makes a cut down it's side; nothing too deep, nothing it couldn't survive on it's own. He lets his sharingan spin, calls up the memory of the hand signs, the way Tobirama's chakra had been stripped of its element, how it had condensed thicker than he'd ever seen.

It only takes him a few moments to understand why Tobirama had made a comment on his chakra control. It's difficult -- more than any technique he's ever tried. But… Not impossible.

If he had more time, he thinks he'd be able to get it to work. As it is…

Hikaku is not optimistic. But he will try.

He lets the koi back into the pool as, for the first two hours he focuses only on the chakra -- cleaning it, folding it in on itself over and over and over again. He gets his hands to glow green once before he pulls the koi out of the water again.

There's a delicate balance, he learns. He very nearly overloads the fish's chakra coils before he understands what he's meant to be doing. The information the jutsu gives him is nearly incomprehensible, but there's a feeling to it. The cut feels like metal in the back of his mouth -- and it wants to heal, its already trying to, all he has to do is help it along. To hold his chakra on the bits that make his ears ring (and nowhere else, or the chakra will burn healthy flesh) until they've knitted themselves together again.

He thinks he's starting to get the idea when he released the koi back into the water -- cut gone but side covered in chakra burns. The chakra is giving a place for the scar tissue to form sooner than it should, or something like it. Hikaku shakes his head. It's interesting, but the theory will come later when he's got less important things to think about.

A chill has fallen as the sun has gone down, but Hikaku finds himself wiping his brow from the exertion of it all. If he could, he would rest, would at least find another animal to test on, but… Time.

He's not ready for Izuna quite yet, though. Hikaku goes home, throws together the most nourishing food he can in as short a time as he can manage, and tries to heal himself.

It's easier and harder than the fish; humans being the more complicated animal. Hikaku ends up getting a lot more feedback he has no idea what to do with -- but he can tell when he's coming close to hurting himself, too. That probably won't be true, when he tries this on another person. To avoid that he needs more control, and more than anything else, a hell of a lot more practice.

By midnight, Hikaku has managed to heal a bruise that had been starting to bloom on his thigh. Nothing, compared to the wound Izuna has, but he did it.

He feels dizzy when he tries to stand up, to walk over to the main house. Hikaku curses, but it seems like his body has made up its mind for him. Sleep is the best thing for stamina, after all, and he's not certain how much longer his control will hold out without rest. If he's too late, he still knows he's tried his hardest.

He's asleep nearly as fast as his head touches the futon, for all of four hours before anxiety has him rising right before the sun.

Well, he's a shinobi, he's done more on less. He eats old rice, drinks tea that's hardly had time to steep, and walks across the compound in the pre-dawn twilight to try and perform a miracle.

Madara is awake when he steps inside -- hunched over, face in his hands, looking like he's aged about ten years since Hikaku saw him last. For a heart-stopping moment, Hikaku fears that he was too late after all.

"He asked me to take his eyes." Madara says in lieu of a greeting, voice muffled.

Hikaku grimaces. The mangekyo is as horrifying as it is powerful, but if Izuna is asking that, it means…

He's given up. He's conceded that he's going to die. Hikaku has even less time than he'd thought.

"…Is he awake right now?" Hikaku feels breathless, like he's walking on a wire.

"He was when I left him." Replies Madara, voice rough. For him to have left Izuna's side while his brother was still awake, they must have argued. Probably about the eyes.

Hikaku nods, turns to walk to the room where Izuna's sickbed is without asking any more. He won't explain, not yet, won't give false hope. Explanations can come after, right now he's just got to try.

Izuna doesn't react to his entrance -- he's still breathing, but asleep or unconscious. Just as well, Hikaku thinks wryly, pulling the chair he knows Madara has spent hours in to give him better access to the wound on Izuna's side, He'll be less distracting like this.

He's changed this wound before, and when Hikaku pulls the bandages off its still as ugly as it was the day Izuna got it, the blood clotted and dark. It doesn't smell, at least. Hikaku has no idea how this jutsu handles infections.

One bracing breath is all he allows himself before making the handsigns, pulling the chakra to his hands. It's easier after rest, but harder, for the nerves.

Izuna twitches as Hikaku places his hands over the wound, as the back of his throat fills with the taste of copper. His entire attention focuses down to his hands, to the skin and muscle under them, to threading his chakra back and forth and pulling things back to how they should be.

"H'kaku?" He hears after a while. Izuna's voice, but he doesn't look, even as the man goes tense beneath him. He seems to understand that whatever Hikaku is doing, it needs concentration.

It could only have been minutes, or it could have been days by the time Hikaku's chakra starts to waver. He dismisses the technique, not wanting to undo his work. He hasn't done nearly as much as he'd wanted to but he thinks… He thinks he might have stopped the downward spiral, at least.

"Hikaku." Izuna's voice again. When he looks up, Hikaku's vision goes white with spots. He's sweating with exertion, he realizes, and now that he's dropped the jutsu his hands are shaking so badly he doesn't think he'll be able to form the hand signs again.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder. When his vision finally stops spinning Madara and Izuna are both staring at him with wide eyes.

This is the most lucid he's seen Izuna in over a week.

"Hikaku." Madara is the one who speaks this time, sounding breathless, "What was that?"

"I think…" Hikaku gasps, "That was Tobirama Senju's way of asking for peace."

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #hikaku uchiha #tobirama senju #not. tagging the uchiha brothers their roles are too minor. but they ARE here #youve seen tobirama and hashirama heal izuna #now get ready for THIS #i like to think tobirama did some research before he just gave that technique away #and also some risk assessment. he knows it was not likely to work #but he also knows not many people would be able to figure out that technique from just what hikaku saw #ie: even if izuna dies and hikaku spreads the technique around its not likely many people will be able to use it and use it properly #hikaku certainly isn't doing it very efficiently!#but i think tobirama would be impressed that he figured it out from what little bit he saw. and then. heh. you know.#oneshot

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blooming-water-roses · 10 months

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Stars by the Pocketful

Tobirama Senju x Kagami Uchiha oneshot

Word count: ~10k

Rating: Explicit (contains smut)

Tags: Canon-compliant, Founding-era, Major Character Death, Angst, Hurt-Comfort, Mutual Pining

Synopsis: The story of how Kagami Uchiha and Tobirama Senju fell in love and had a son (Shisui’s future father) together with the help of a new jutsu. This oneshot fills in the blanks of the founding-era and follows canon events.

A/N: this took me like…14 hours. Two days on a road trip, this is all I did in the car literally. This is a masterpiece. Prepare for the best TobiKaga fic you have ever read.

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Kagami thinks that Tobirama is by far the most talented shinobi on Earth. Even more so than the first Hokage, his brother Hashirama. Tobirama possesses not only incredible taijutsu and ninjutsu prowess, but a mind as sharp as a master-crafted blade. He hears so many great things about him from Hiruzen and Danzo, and even some from Homura, and from what he’s seen of him himself, no one matches Tobirama’s caliber.

He knows that as an Uchiha, he is gifted with natural talent. However, he also is aware that one can always improve and expand no matter what. And the village he was born into is young but it’s home and his heart is sore whenever he thinks about his determination to protect it.

So, he resolves to be trained by Tobirama.

He sees his opening when Hiruzen, Danzo, and Homura start getting sent on missions without Tobirama. He himself is already a Chunin, but he wants to be close to the Hokage’s brother, so he approaches him one day when he finds him at the training ground.

“Master Tobirama,” He greets with a bright smile and bow.

“Kagami, hello,” greets the silver-haired man, taking a drink from his flask. “Early-morning training?”

“Yes. I also came to ask a favor of you, very humbly.”

Tobirama quirks an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Please, sir, I would like to become your disciple. Please train me.”

The older man hums, folding his arms across his chest. “Why? You are already an exceptional shinobi, and on top of that, wield the formidable Sharingan prowess. What would I have to teach you?”

“I possess an unwavering desire to protect Konoha,” He elaborates, “and to do this, I believe that I should master any and everything that I can to help me be powerful enough. You are a great sensory ninja, and you have taijutsu techniques unfamiliar to my own. You also have Water-style I believe I can learn. I also desire to sharpen my mind and become smarter under your guidance.”

Tobirama gives him a thoughtful frown. Kagami flushes slightly under the scrutiny, only relaxing when the older man hums.

“All right, then. I must be honest, Kagami, I am still weary of the Uchiha, but your determination and passion is admirable. I won’t go easy on you. Do you accept?”

Warmth blooms inside of Kagami’s chest as he beams. It even puts a faint smile on Tobirama’s face. “Yes, sir! Thank you! I will work very hard and continue to push myself under your guidance.”

He bows, and Tobirama nods to himself. “Very well. Have you any obligations for the day?”

“No sir, I do not.”

“Then we will begin at once.”

“Yes sir!”

For the next seven years, Kagami and Tobirama become somewhat of a package deal. As the village grows, so do Tobirama’s responsibilities as the Hokage’s right-hand, so Kagami takes on part of his work to lessen his load. When they aren’t doing administrative work, they train together. Tobirama passes all of his sensory, taijutsu, and Water-style techniques to Kagami, who devours the knowledge and makes it his own. Being around Tobirama allows him to see how his mind works, some of his intellect rubbing off on him as well.

The village is flourishing until Hashirama falls ill due to overuse of his mitotic cell regeneration, and when he succumbs to the weakness of his body, their daily routine of train-work-train comes to an abrupt halt.

Tobirama falls into a high-functioning depression wherein he dutifully becomes the second Hokage, per his brother’s dying wish, but operates on auto-pilot. Kagami decides that as his responsible kouhai, now a twenty year-old special Jounin and a member of his personal guard, he will take care of him and function where he can’t.

So, he ends up staying with him in his home. For lack of a better term, he works much like a traditional housewife—he keeps the house clean, cooks, and makes sure Tobirama is taken care of. The man is silent most of the days, only speaking to thank Kagami for making his meal, or for doing the laundry, or for completing paperwork he didn’t get to.

About two months after Hashirama’s passing, Mito has their last son she had been pregnant with before he died, and Tobirama and Kagami go for a visit. The boy looks so much like his father that when they get back home, it all hits Tobirama, who’d been compartmentalizing his feelings, and he has a breakdown.

He cries and cries and cries, lamenting the loss of Hashirama, the hole he left in Konoha, the pressure of having to fill that void and be better, to carry on, and Kagami is there for him.

They sit on his couch as he sobs, Kagami supplying handkerchiefs silently as Tobirama lets it out. It breaks Kagami’s heart to see him like this, but knows that finally releasing his bottled up feelings will be good in the long run. He pats Tobirama’s shoulder and remains by his side the entire night.

The next day, neither mention it, and Kagami makes him breakfast as usual, only Tobirama helps him clean up this time.

After that, he starts to live again. He shares Kagami’s household duties, works harder and late into the night as Hokage, and starts bettering the village as he had been doing before.

A year later, the council of clan leaders begin pressuring Tobirama to marry. There are a few clans that want allyship with the Leaf, and marrying into one of them would do the trick.

So he courts a woman from the Hatake clan. She’s disinterested and aloof, never paying attention whenever Tobirama tries to establish conversation. Kagami witnesses this a few times and feels annoyance prickle at his chest whenever he sees her.

Master Tobirama always has such interesting things to say. If it were me, I’d listen with undivided attention. I’d ask questions. I’d care. Who does she think she is?

One night over dinner, when it’s just the two of them at Tobirama’s house, the Hokage sighs.

“Kagami, be honest with me,” he begins, “What do you think of the Hatake? Should I take her as my wife?”

The Uchiha is surprised. He places his chopsticks down and scratches his head. “Well, Master, I want to hear your thoughts on the matter.”

Tobirama frowns. “The woman has the personality of a boulder.”

Kagami can’t help but snort, and Tobirama finally cracks a smile.

“I was afraid to say it, sir, but I am not fond of her either.”

“No? Why is that?”

Kagami gets a strange nervousness in his stomach, heart rate picking up. He suppresses it. “I just believe you deserve better, Master.”

Tobirama considers him, a glint in his eye that looks akin to amusement.

“I see. I will kindly decline the offer for her hand, then,” Tobirama decides. Instantly, a weight lifts off of his shoulders.

“I support your decision, Master.”

Tobirama smiles. “Call me Tobirama, Kagami. You’ve long surpassed being my student. You and I are equals.”

Pride and bashfulness swell inside of Kagami, and he blushes rosily. “O-oh, thank you…Tobirama.”

The older man nods approvingly, and with that, they continue dinner.

After that, Tobirama courts a woman from the Aburame. She’s even weirder than the Hatake—vague and condescending. If the Hatake was a boulder, she’s a wall of steel.

One morning, while she’s visiting with Tobirama at a tea shop and Kagami is along as an unofficial chaperone, he finds a beetle in his tea.

He jumps and alerts Tobirama, who grimaces and plucks the insect from the cup with his chopsticks.

“They get out of hand sometimes,” the Aburame says in a cool, unbothered tone. “Surely as an Uchiha you wouldn’t let such a simple occurrence take you by surprise.”

Tobirama frowns at her as if he himself had been insulted. “We are in a tea shop away from battle, and you are courting me. He has no reason to look out for attacks from you. Am I to take this as a threat from the Aburame, then?”

She turns her nose up. “No. I was just testing your guard. Do not take it as a slight.”

“Kagami is my most trusted man. Do not undermine my decision to constantly entrust my very livelihood to him—he is very capable and to slight him is to slight me.”

Kagami’s heart squeezes warmly in his ribcage, and his veins feel tingly all over. Her eyebrows furrow.

“Very well. I do not believe this courtship will work out.”

“I agree. However, the Aburame are a very formidable clan and as the Hokage, I am still inclined to make a pact with it to strengthen Konoha as well as share our resources with it. If you are willing, we can still make an allyship agreement.”

“Fine by me.”

And when she leaves, Kagami turns to Tobirama, cheeks dusted pink.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I did not like the woman. She undermined you, and you’ve defended my honor for years now. I would be a lesser man if I did not return the favor.”

Kagami’s eyes shine. His pulse quickens, and as he gazes upon Tobirama’s face, taking in the moonlight-esque shine of his silver hair, the striking fire-opal embers of his eyes, matching the marks on his face, his strong, majestic bone-structure.

He’s…magnificent.

His blood-pressure drops.

Do I…have feelings for him?

“You are worthy of unwavering defense, Kagami.”

Did my name always sound so good in his voice?

Did his lips always look so soft? Did he always smell this good? Like pine and lavender?

“Kagami?”

He’s snapped from his musings. “O-oh, forgive me. Thank you. I will try hard to continue to be worthy.”

Tobirama gives him a smile, patting his shoulder.

His arm feels hot where the older man was touching.

***

The next and last courtship is Kagami’s breaking point.

A Yamanaka woman. She is absolutely inserted in Tobirama’s business to the point where she suffocates him. Clingy, fast, and overly jealous, Kagami finds himself cursing her internally whenever she’s around.

“Does he have to be around all the time?” She asks Tobirama when they’re in his living room, having evening tea, looking at Kagami with disdain.

“He is my guard, so yes,” replies Tobirama dryly. Kagami can tell from the look on his face that he has a killer migraine. A common occurrence around this insufferable woman.

“But I want to be alone with you, Tobira,” she cooes, touching his bicep and leaning into him. The obvious bedroom eyes she’s giving him has bile rising in Kagami’s throat. Tobira? What an awful nickname.

“We are merely in a courtship, so that is not necessary.”

“But I want to get to know you better,” desire drips from her tone. Kagami feels his eyes burning with the threat of Sharingan activation.

That strong emotional response is enough to confirm that he does indeed have feelings for Tobirama.

Damn it all to hell, he curses internally.

“If you are implying any sort of physical intimacy, I’m afraid that isn’t part of a courtship agreement. Such impropriety is not necessary.”

Impropriety. Sage, if he only knew my improper feelings. He’d strip me of my titles.

She huffs. “You are the most boring man I’ve ever met. Aren’t you all supposed to just want to get in bed with a woman? I’m offering myself to you, how dare you reject me?”

“I believe that intimacy is to be shared only when a deep emotional bond has been forged between both parties. We have no such bond.”

The woman scoffs, standing up. “Well you haven’t given me much to work with! The only one you seem to have let in is this infuriating Uchiha who’s attached to you at the hip! Why don’t you just fuck him?!”

Kagami’s heart jumps in his chest not unlike a Lightning-style attack, Tobirama’s frown deepening.

“Lady Yamanaka, I don’t believe our courtship will work. I regard the Yamanaka to the highest degree, and would like to align amicably regardless of our failed courtship to ensure that your clan will continue to thrive.”

She scowls. “Any further conversations will have to be discussed with my uncle.”

With that, she stands and makes quick work of leaving through the front door, slamming it behind herself.

Tobirama remains still for a moment before letting out a sigh.

“She was the worst one yet.”

Kagami nods in agreement. “How can you tolerate any more of this?”

“I won’t. I’m not cut out for this, not like my brother was. His marriage to Mito was successful in integrating the Uzumaki, but I am not him, and I will find alternative ways to induct the clans to the village.”

The Uchiha’s blood sings hopefully. “You won’t marry?”

“No. I am devoted to the village,” Tobirama states, “Besides, until you find a partner, I have you by my side. That is more than enough.”

Oh, Sage, what is he saying? Despite being in a sitting position currently, Kagami’s knees feel weak.

“I don’t plan on marrying any time soon. I’m content with this as well.”

He surprises himself with how level he sounds.

Tobirama smiles with a chuckle. “Then we’ll remain companions and that will suffice.”

Companions. The two of us.

Kagami grins and nods, insides completely melting.

Great Sage, I am doomed to love this man.

The next few months are spent with the two companions growing even closer. The Yamanaka incident somehow made them bond even more, and Tobirama has loosened up considerably around Kagami.

The Uchiha notices it when he is hard at work assigning missions on paper one morning when Tobirama pokes his arm with the end of his brush.

Kagami raises his head. “Yes?”

Tobirama grins, teeth and all. It grips Kagami by the heart tightly.

“Just felt like it.”

I could die contently right now looking at his happy face.

He just laughs and pokes the older man back with his own brush.

Tobirama’s smile grows, and merciful Sage, it’s crooked, the left side higher than the right, it’s beautiful.

“I’ve never seen you smile like that,” is what he says, and then immediately regrets it. Why would I point that out? Tobirama will be self-conscious, I’m an idiot—

“Huh,” muses the Hokage, shrugging. “I am at ease around you, Kagami. I suppose it’s quite easy to smile around you.”

Kagami feels close to death in the most blissful way possible. He could choke on the influx of endorphins that flood his system.

“I feel the same.”

It feels sort of like a quarter of a confession.

He doesn’t dare push it. He knows they can’t be together. Two men in a relationship would never be accepted, especially not in the Uchiha. He can’t afford to let himself daydream about an impossible illusion.

***

It’s during the trip home from the Five-Kage Summit that they are ambushed by Hidden Waterfall ninja.

Immediately they are recognized as the same village that tried to kill Hashirama, and though prowess is outmatched in the Leaf’s favor, the Waterfall outnumber them, and protecting Tobirama from an attack, Kagami is wounded deeply in the chest.

“Kagami!”

He falls to the ground and Tobirama catches him before he can hit it, cradling him on his knees.

The Uchiha coughs forcefully, blood filling his mouth. He can’t breathe.

“Kagami,” Tobirama’s voice is full of remorse, grave and desperate. “Your lung, i-it’s…”

“Forget…me…” Kagami manages, pain so great he’s almost numb. “P-protect…them…”

Tobirama looks up, watching Hiruzen use his summons to fill in for his absence in the fight. Koharu detonates three paper bombs, taking out groups of the enemy. No one is near them.

“They’re fine,” Tobirama shakes his head, looking back down at Kagami. He’s deathly pale, his crimson life force contrasting morbidly with his skin. “Oh, Kagami, I’m so sorry.”

“My job…i-is to pro-protect you,” Kagami rasps, “I’m honored to…to die fulfilling…m-my duty.”

Tobirama’s throat tightens up and he’s shocked when a droplet hits Kagami’s reddened cheek.

He’s crying.

Once he realizes, the floodgates open and he starts sobbing.

“Kagami, don’t, don’t do this to me,” He begs, “Please, you…you’re all I have.”

Kagami reaches up weakly, soft hand finding Tobirama’s face. There’s so much he wants to say, and yet he feels dizzy, far away, like he’s being pulled somewhere very distant.

“Tobirama,” is all he says instead, gently and tenderly, and he manages a sincere smile, one he musters all of his love and affection into in the hopes that the man understands what he can’t tell him. He’s a dead man—it doesn’t matter anymore.

“Kagami,” Tobirama sobs, covering his hand with his own. The Uchiha’s big, black eyes hold his, and he watches the light fade from them. “No, nonono, no, Kagami please!”

The hand in his goes limp, and those eyes hollow out like cool glass.

He’s gone.

Tobirama feels the panic set in from the back of his head, like a pin prick. It causes his vision to short-out, entire body going numb, and he suddenly has no idea where he is or what is going on.

“Master Tobirama!”

“Kagami, he’s—” he chokes. He can’t. He doesn’t know what he was trying to do but whatever it is that he was doing he simply just cannot anymore.

“Master!”

He blacks out.

***

When he comes to, he’s leaning against a tree, sitting down. Hiruzen is force-feeding him water.

He blinks rapidly, consciousness seeping back. He coughs, sputtering as he rejects the water.

“Master!” Hiruzen exclaims, pulling the flask away and patting Tobirama’s back. “Are you all right?”

It all comes rushing back. The ambush. The battle. Kagami jumping in front of him to block the attack, getting stabbed in the chest, falling, dying—

“What of Kagami?” He asks urgently, looking around. Danzo and Homura stand watch, and on the tree next to him leans Kagami, unconscious but cleaned up to the point where there’s only faint remnants of blood on his face. Above him is Koharu, working hard with the Mystical Palm technique she learned from Hashirama to heal his wound.

Tobirama lurches up, crawling over to Kagami despite Hirzuen protesting to take it easy.

“How is he? Is he breathing?” Asks the Senju.

“He’s weak but he’s stable,” she answers, “I’m trying to heal him to the point where we can return for proper treatment—Lady Mito will need to see him. His lung was punctured through and he has two fractured ribs. I had to forcefully expel the blood from his lungs, throat, and mouth so he wouldn’t suffocate.”

Tobirama’s eyes become glossy once more. “So he’s…he’s alive, then?”

“Yes, Master, he is alive. I will save him, and we will return home as a complete unit.”

Tobirama doesn’t remember a time when he felt this happy.

Kagami is alive.

He will continue by Tobirama’s side.

Tobirama will get to experience his smile, his laughter, his jokes, his warmth again. Kagami has not been taken from him, thank the great Sage.

The green glow from Koharu’s palms dissipates, and she sits back, wiping her brow.

“All right. He’s stable enough to take home.”

Tobirama gets to his feet instantly, remembering himself now that a dire situation as been avoided. “Thank you, Koharu. Well done to the rest of you as well. I trust the enemy is dealt with?”

“Yes sir,” Homura answers. “I’ve sealed one in a scroll for questioning.”

“Excellent. How far from Konoha are we?”

“Half a day’s journey?”

I should get Kagami back immediately.

“We return at once. I will use my Flying Raijin to get Kagami to treatment. I trust you all can return home safely.”

“Yes sir, you can count on us.”

Tobirama gingerly scoops Kagami in his arms, leaning his cheek against his chest. He’s light, and still warm. His chakra signature is still very present—he’s fighting to stay. His heart beats harder.

“Hiruzen, take the lead home.”

“Yes, sir.”

They move out, and as they all take off before Tobirama, he gives into his instinct and leans down, pressing a kiss to the Uchiha’s forehead.

“I won’t let you leave me, Kagami.”

He flickers out of the clearing immediately.

***

Kagami is out of immediate danger within a few hours under Mito’s care.

As soon as the Uchiha is left alone in his room, Tobirama enters and pulls up a chair at his bedside, letting his eyes roam upon his frame.

His shirt had been cut off, stitches applied to his skin and covered with a heavy layer of bandages. They wrap around his chest and shoulder, and he sleeps deeply, having been put under strong sedatives.

He looks so frail and gentle, and Tobirama reaches out, taking his hand in his. Much smaller in his large, calloused palm.

He feels sparks when they touch and it’s enough to break his final wall down—he drops the act with himself.

I’m in love with him, Tobirama finally admits. His shoulders slump and he sighs deeply, letting his reverent eyes stay brushing over Kagami’s frame.

He doesn’t know when it began. Maybe when Kagami let him cry and comforted him without being overbearing, maybe one of the times he made him dinner, maybe when they agreed to be companions—somehow, the young Uchiha managed to steal his rigid heart completely.

He can’t imagine his life without Kagami. He cannot even bring himself to entertain the thought. To take him is to take his very reason to breathe.

Tobirama had almost lost him for good today, and if there’s one thing he’s learned about loss, it’s that it’s better to have no regrets when facing it.

He knows things will be hard. They’re both men. They’re from historically opposing clans. He’s fourteen years Kagami’s senior, and he was his mentor for years. By all accounts, to begin a relationship with Kagami is to defy common sense and logic.

But he almost lost Kagami today without even trying.

Tobirama won’t allow that to happen again.

So, a few hours after his team had arrived and been sent home to rest, Tobirama himself not having moved from Kagami’s side, the Uchiha wakes up.

And Tobirama confesses.

“Kagami,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch his face. “How do you feel?”

“Alive,” croaks the Uchiha beneath his breathing tube. “Sore and tired. Are you all right?”

Tobirama chuckles fondly, unbelievably enamored with the man before him.

How easy it feels now that he understands just how far he’s fallen for the Uchiha.

“You were on the brink of the Pure Lands and you ask me if I’m all right?”

“I protect you. That’s my top concern.”

Just raw honesty. Tobirama’s heart is soaring.

“I am only all right because you are,” the Hokage tells him. “Kagami, I realized when I almost lost you today how important you are to me. I know it isn’t right, and it isn’t smart, but I’ve fallen for you. And I needed to tell you that before it’s too late, like it could have been today.”

The Uchiha’s eyes widen. “W-what? You…you feel the same way I do?”

Tobirama squeezes his hand. “Kagami, I am in love with you.”

A deep rosy flush colors Kagami’s cheeks, and he takes a shaky breath. “Tobirama, I…yes, I, I am in love with you.”

The dam bursts, a deluge of emotions swarming the two of them.

Tobirama stands and leans over Kagami in the next instance, wasting no time and claiming his lips for the very first time.

The relief that washes over Kagami is stronger than any medicine.

***

Kagami is discharged from the hospital two days later with an order for bed rest for the next week. Tobirama sets him up in his own bedroom, insisting his bed is comfier.

The first night they sleep beside each other, they have a long talk.

“This isn’t going to be easy,” Tobirama says softly, their chests to the ceiling side-by-side. “Our clans don’t get along, and we are both men. We cannot have an official courtship.”

“I understand,” Kagami replies, “It won’t be much different from how we are now. Outside of this house, we are the same as we’ve always been. Inside, however, we can show affection. We can touch, we can kiss, we can…well, whatever else we may get up to.”

Tobirama turns to him and flashes him an amused smile. “Are you already thinking along those lines?”

“Sorry,” Kagami flushes, “We don’t ever have to if you don’t want.”

The Hokage moves a hand to cover Kagami’s, lacing their fingers together. Their eyes meet.

“Did I not say that intimacy is to be shared between two people with a deep emotional bond?”

The Uchiha feels his heart beat faster. “You did say that.”

“And did we not profess our love for each other the other day?”

“We did.”

Tobirama grins, turning on his side to face Kagami. He uses his free hand to run the tips of his fingers up the inside of his arm, then down again as sensually as possible. It makes the Uchiha’s heart flutter.

“Then intimacy is definitely in our future.”

Kagami takes a slow breath, attempting to reel himself back in.

“You haven’t done much to me, but I can already tell you have far more experience than I.”

Tobirama hums. “Not sure about far more, I’m not exactly promiscuous. I’m sure we’re about even.”

The Uchiha looks down. “I’ve never been intimate before.”

There’s a slight surprise for Tobirama. “Not at all?”

“At all.”

He blinks. “Hmm. I suppose you were always by my side. It makes sense. No matter, I’ve had three lovers in total.”

Kagami raises his brows. “Three?”

“Yes. The first was once when I was seventeen, I wanted to experiment. She was a woman, and I hadn’t really thought it was special. I never saw her again. Then, the second was a man from the Hagoromo clan. We saw each other a few times, and through him I learned my preferences laid with men. My most previous was before Konoha became a village—he was Izuna.”

Kagami’s eyes widen. “Uchiha? Madara’s brother?”

“Yes. We were enemies yet sought each other out to blow off steam a few times. It was complicated.”

“You killed him, didn’t you?”

Tobirama frowns, remorse painting his features. “Yes. It was adrenaline. I have regrets about that day.”

“Did you…love him?” Kagami’s voice is gentle, without judgment.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think so. Maybe it was akin to love, but I did hurt him in the end. I would never do that to you. Never even think of it—I’d take my own life instead,” Tobirama tells him firmly. He moves closer to him, cupping his face. He holds his eyes with his own, fiery pools of auburn staring into obsidian. “One thing that is certain, is that I indisputably love you, Kagami.”

For the millionth time that day, the Uchiha’s face blooms a pretty red. “I love you too, Tobi.”

The nickname just slips out of his mouth, and it makes his cheeks hotter.

“Oh, Sage,” breathes the Senju, his thumb moving to pad over Kagami’s lower lip. His eyes flit to it. “Call me that again.”

The way he says it makes Kagami feel needed, wanted, desired. A surge of confidence hits him.

“My Tobi.”

The Hokage doesn’t hesitate a second longer to press their lips together, slipping his tongue inside of Kagami’s pliant mouth, initiating a desire-ridden make out session that lasts until Kagami needs air.

Whilst the younger man is taking in careful breaths, Tobirama rubs their noses together tenderly in a butterfly kiss, looking into his eyes.

“My dear Uchiha,” He murmurs sweetly, as if addressing a precious gem by name. Kagami’s eyelids flutter closed, reveling in the affection. “My Kagami.”

The man in question wraps his arms around Tobirama’s neck, playing with the silver hair on his nape.

As he feels Tobirama stamp a gentle kiss to his jaw, he knows with certainty that he’s absolutely gone.

***

Kagami is healed up a month later, and only then one night after a spar does Tobirama finally feel that he’s ready for intimacy.

They start off slow, laying on his bed beneath the covers in their night clothes. It isn’t long before their pace increases, urgency fortified, and all articles of clothing are shed and tossed to the floor in between ravenous kisses.

Kagami ends up underneath Tobirama, his legs spread as the Senju pleasures him using his mouth.

As Tobirama had expected, Kagami turns out to be rather vocal in bed. He can’t stop moaning, mewling high in his throat at every stroke of Tobirama’s tongue over a sensitive vein, gasping with each suck, eyes shut tight as he’s completely beside himself.

While he’s sucking him off, Tobirama uses a lubricant produced by one of his self-derived jutsus to open the Uchiha up, prodding his finger inside of Kagami’s tight walls until he can fit in two, and then three.

He pushes against his prostate at the same time he suckles on his tip, causing the younger man to cry out.

“Tobirama!”

He feels the twitch in Kagami’s thighs and pulls away to coat his own throbbing cock with the lubricant, lining up with the younger’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asks, and Kagami, half delirious already, flushed, hair messy on the pillow nods.

“Yes, please…”

Just like that, Tobirama sheathes himself inside of Kagami, forever solidifying the two of them as lovers.

“Oh!” Kagami gasps, spreading his legs wider. Tobirama is big, and he can feel all of the details of his intimacy inside of him. It makes his heart pound.

“Kagami,” breathes Tobirama, suddenly in his own very specific version of the Pure Lands on Earth, and the Uchiha never wants to forget the way his name left his lover’s mouth right then.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to. Because it turns out, contrary to his expectations, Tobirama is even more vocal than he is.

But he doesn’t make indiscriminate noises.

The only thing that tumbles from his lips is Kagami’s name, in wanton abandon, a tone Kagami has never heard before but makes his core sing with heat.

“Kagami,” Tobirama groans as he picks up the pace, their skin slapping loudly, echoing around the bedroom. Kagami bites his lip, nails digging into his lover’s biceps as he allows him inside repeatedly, feeling loved to his very core.

“Kagami,” Tobirama hisses as the Uchiha clenches around him when he hits his prostate with the tip of his cock, biting his own lip, eyebrows drawing up. Again, “K-Kagami, love.”

“Ah,” is Kagami’s incoherent response, “Tobi, Master…”

Tobirama’s soul short-circuits.

Hormones rush through his body. Carnal desire takes over, and for once, he lets control go. Their hips meet in harsh smacks, the bed rocking considerably.

“Kagami,” he moans in worship, as if delivered from the evil of the world, from all pain, cleansed of sin, “Kagami…”

“Tobirama!” Exclaims Kagami. “Ah! Ah!”

The Hokage grabs Kagami’s hand and kisses his knuckles fervently, fucking into him faster, chasing their highs as the coils wind tighter and tighter.

“Love you,” insists Tobirama, in prayer, “Kagami, love you.”

“Love you,” replies Kagami in his state of delirium, hardly able to believe the amount of pleasure Tobirama is giving him right now.

His middle and ring fingers somehow end up inside of the Senju’s mouth and Tobirama greedily sucks, tongue laving over the small digits. Kagami’s eyes roll to the back of his head and that does it, cum spilling all over his stomach untouched, Tobirama’s name on his lips in rapture.

Tobirama’s hips stutter and he fills the Uchiha up with his release, marking him on the inside, showering his face with kisses. He wants to devour his beautiful lover whole. He licks up the droplets of sweat from his neck, sucks marks into his collarbones, and ravishes the air from his lungs.

He is obsessed in the best way possible.

It’s from that moment on that he and Kagami can barely keep their hands off of each other behind closed doors.

Within the next year, the two live their lives as blissful secret lovers.

Kagami takes on his first team of Genin comprised of a Senju, an Uchiha, and a Yūhi. The Senju boy is hot-blooded much like Hashirama, the Uchiha girl stubborn yet very caring, and the Yūhi girl, whom is the best friend of the Uchiha, is quiet and polite. He trains them in sensory skills first and foremost, helping the Uchiha and Yūhi in their genjutsu prowess while the Senju spars in taijutsu with him.

They all form a very close bond as a team, and whenever Tobirama has time, he watches their training with fond eyes.

He notices the softness in Kagami’s gaze whenever one of the children calls him ‘sensei’, watches him pat them on the heads tenderly after each session, observes his Uchiha lover getting them treats and spoiling them rotten.

It clicks for him when the two of them visit Hiruzen and his new wife, Biwako at their home after they welcome their first child.

The baby boy is nestled comfortably in Kagami’s arms, and it’s then and there, Tobirama taking in the sight of his lover fawning over the baby, that he understands just how good of a parent he would be.

In fact, as Biwako helps Kagami feed the baby with a bottle, he realizes Kagami should be a parent.

Biology would constitute that the two of them cannot both conceive the same child, but Tobirama is a master of inventing powerful jutsu, Kagami is his beloved, and he vows to himself to figure out a way to make it happen.

He pours over scrolls from every clan he can get ahold of that has medical prowess. The Nara, the Uzumaki, the Senju, the Uchiha, the Yamanaka even for herbs—he devotes all of his free time to the creation of this new jutsu.

Kagami is not new to how Tobirama gets when he is working on a new jutsu, so he thinks nothing of his hermit-like behavior. He simply keeps him up later into the night if he feels particularly needy.

After three months, Tobirama’s jutsu is created. He names it the Henkei Seal, as it’s a formula that when cast, seals the desired anatomy inside of the receiver until released. For the particular modification, it requires both the receiver and castor’s blood to summon the new parts. A prick on a finger of each person will do. At its core, it is a combination of summoning, medical, transformation, and sealing jutsu.

He writes it all down in a scroll and presents it to Kagami over dinner.

The Uchiha reads it over carefully, having not been told the details beforehand. Once he finishes, he rolls the paper up and sets it down wordlessly, unnerving Tobirama.

Did I read him wrong? Does he think it’s a bad idea? Maybe it’s dangerous and I overlooked—

“Tobi,” Kagami begins in a soft voice, reaching across to cover his hands with his. He wears a tender smile. “You derived an entirely new, very complex jutsu as your way of telling me that you want a baby?”

The Senju feels his cheeks flush, a rare occurrence. He nods, squeezing his lover’s hands.

Kagami grins brightly. “Oh, dear, yes, I love the idea! So one of us will have a womb sealed inside of us, yes? Can it be me? I want to mother your child!”

He glows with excitement. Tobirama is melting.

“Yes, my love, absolutely. I will father your child.”

The Uchiha clasps his own hands together and stands up, darting around the table and grabbing his lover’s wrist, dragging him to his feet.

“Come on, let’s start right away!”

Tobirama blinks in surprise, almost tripping over his feet to keep up with the overzealous Uchiha.

“R-right now? We haven’t even cleared the table!”

“Clean later, put a baby in me now!”

It shuts Tobirama right up.

The lovers wind up tangled in the sheets of their bed, devoid of clothing, Kagami shuddering in pleasure as Tobirama strokes him with one hand, writing the formula on his womb with the other.

The Senju expertly writes the necessary seal, forming a ‘T’ shape over Kagami’s abdomen where a womb is to go. In the center is a circle of his skin, and he takes Kagami’s left hand, kissing his palm after petting his brush and ink aside on the nightstand.

“I will need your blood now, love,” he says, “May I?”

Kagami nods, completely relaxed and trusting. “Do it, Tobi.”

The Senju presses a peck to the pad of Kagami’s thumb before biting down with his canine, drawing blood. The Uchiha just breathes out a little more forcefully, letting his lover dot the liquid into the center of the circle.

He then takes his free hand against the younger’s and a green glow emanates from it, healing Kagami’s cut with ease.

“When did you learn medical ninjutsu?” Asks Kagami, surprised.

“After I almost lost you,” replies Tobirama. “So that I may tend to you right away if anything goes wrong in the future.”

The Uchiha’s heart seizes up warmly. “Sage, Tobi, I really love you.”

The Senju smiles. “I feel the same for you.”

He then bites his own thumb, placing his own droplet in the circle with Kagami’s.

Kagami grabs his hand and suckles his finger into his mouth, cleaning away the extra blood.

“All right, my love, I will complete the jutsu now. It will feel very warm for a moment, ticklish even, while the womb binds to your cells.”

The Uchiha nods, letting his finger go.

“Do as you will, Tobi. You know I trust you.”

Tobirama focuses his chakra, forming signs and pressing his palms to Kagami’s abdomen, and concentrating deeply.

“Henkei Seal.”

His hands glow green, activating the seal. Kagami draws in a slow breath, heat coming from his lower belly. He then feels it grow, a strange bubbling sensation beneath his flesh, little muscle tugs and tiny pinches as his lover casts the seal.

Kagami smiles at Tobirama as he works, feeling the area cooling as the jutsu completes.

Tobirama releases his hands and looks upon Kagami’s abdomen, looking slightly fuller than before, the mark intact on his skin sans the blood they had used.

“There,” he says, “it’s cast. You have a womb now, Kagami.”

The Uchiha beams. “My lover is the smartest man alive.”

Tobirama just leans over him, kissing his lips passionately.

It isn’t long before, to their discovery, Kagami is producing his own lubricant, and it makes the following intercourse smoother and more intense for the Uchiha.

“I-it’s like I can feel every ridge of you,” Kagami pants, “Everywhere you’re touching—mmh—feels so good, Tobi…”

Tobirama dutifully fucks him harder, wanting Kagami to feel as amazing as possible.

When the Uchiha starts quivering around his member, Tobirama loses composure and starts moaning his name excessively, grabbing Kagami’s thighs, pushing them back, and driving in deeper. Like this, he prods at the beginning of his new womb, and it drives Kagami crazy.

The Uchiha reaches orgasm first, throbbing around Tobirama, who instantly releases his seed into his wet heat, more aroused than he thinks he’s ever been.

They end up going two more rounds, and the dinner they abandoned is cleared up the next morning.

Three months of constant coupling is what it takes to get Kagami pregnant. They christen every space in the house, even the Hokage’s office once late at night.

Kagami shows symptoms and after a visit to Mito, who is the first person they trust with the information of their plan, he is confirmed to be with child.

Tobirama instantly feels the need to keep Kagami far away from any potential threat.

He gives Kagami administrative work only, helping to cook meals, making sure he’s comfortable as he can be.

When Kagami starts to show, they make the decision to reveal their truth to their clans.

The Uchiha and Senju elders are upset, but Mito as Hashirama’s widow is able to soften the blow considerably. She argues that their main opposition for their relationship stems from the usual infertility of a male and male pair, and since that obstacle has been overcome and their coupling is fruitful, there is no reason to oppose it.

The younger generation is supportive of it. They praise the pregnancy, for in their minds it’s proof of the strong alliance between the Uchiha and Senju, and even claim that the child born from the blood of such formidable families will have exceptional prowess.

As such, the baby is accepted, and the news of their relationship spreads throughout the village quickly. Soon, everyone knows that Tobirama Senju, the second Hokage, is having a child with Kagami Uchiha, one of the strongest members of the clan alive.

Of course, it will put a target on Kagami’s back. So Tobirama triples security, and creates a faction higher than Jounin specializing in black ops and espionage designated the ANBU. He assigns his most talented ANBU to guard Kagami with their lives, having him watched twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. Of course, he doesn’t leave Kagami’s side often since the Uchiha is his assistant, but Tobirama is thorough and never takes chances.

The clan elders insist that a formal marriage takes place between Tobirama and Kagami, and for once, Tobirama agrees. He would love nothing more than to marry the love of his life.

So, they hold a ceremony when Kagami is just under three months along. The Uchiha is easily the most beautiful person Tobirama has ever seen in his life as they join together as official spouses, and he is made the happiest man alive.

When Kagami is five months pregnant, the first attack to start the Shinobi World War is waged by Kumo trying to forcefully take resources from Konoha.

To protect Konoha, Tobirama sets out with his platoon to fight, leaving Kagami in Konoha alone.

He is gone for two months on the front lines, and when that first battle is won, returns home to a seven months pregnant Kagami. Their embrace lasts all night long.

“I never want to be separated from you again,” Kagami tells him after they’ve made love in attempt to make up for lost time. “If I lose you I lose my world.”

Tobirama cups his husband’s face, slightly fuller and glowing with the pregnancy.

“I am sorry to be the cause of your strife,” Tobirama murmurs gently. He admires the beauty of the Uchiha. “But my love, I am not your entire world. I share that honor with our precious child. So if anything ever happens to me, you must live for them.”

Kagami frowns deeply, his eyes filling with tears. He doesn’t remember ever being this emotional but he’s been away from battle for so long now and the hormones are making him sensitive. He can’t bear the thought of Tobirama dying. It’s unthinkable.

Seeing that his words have caused Kagami’s upset, Tobirama changes the subject.

“I won’t speak of it. I’m here now, I’m home and safe with you. Do not fret, my beloved.”

He places his hand on Kagami’s bulging belly, leaning forward to give him a butterfly kiss.

“I am here. I will not leave again without you. How is that?”

The Uchiha finally relents and nods, touching Tobirama’s face.

“We’re inseparable. Like magnets. You move, I move. Do you hear me?”

“I hear you, Kagami.”

His husband kisses him deeply then, ending the conversation.

Kagami goes into labor two months later. There are smaller conflicts going on while the war rages, but Tobirama is present and they welcome their son into the world, the baby born with Kagami’s dark, unruly hair and Tobirama’s sharp, vermillion eyes.

Joyous tears in his eyes, Kagami cradles their new baby in his arms as Tobirama undoes the jutsu on his belly. They name their son Kiseki, as he is their miracle undoubtedly, and the Second Hokage is filled with pride.

The following day, Kagami and Tobirama get visitors. Hiruzen and Biwako visit first, followed by Danzo, Homura, Koharu, and the member that has filled in for Kagami’s absence, Torifu. Once all of the visiting is over, he is allowed to return home with Tobirama and Kiseki.

Luckily, the war is far from Konoha and it is leaning in their favor, so the first four months of Kiseki’s life are full of happiness.

Tobirama gets to live a dream he never knew he would have; to father the child of the love of his life and raise that baby together everyday, waking early, feeding Kiseki, changing diapers, washing clothes, making sure Kagami gets his rest and taking night duty when their child wakes up hungry.

Kagami sings to Kiseki when it’s nap or bedtime, much to Tobirama’s enchantment. He sits beside his husband and leans on his shoulder, watching their baby sleep, beyond overjoyed that Kiseki inherited Kagami’s beautiful, droopy eye shape.

The dream unfortunately descends when they recieve word that the Kinkaku and Ginkaku unit of the Cloud is planning an assault on Konoha to kill the Hokage, having already torn through the Leaf army that had been defending the village. Tobirama’s team elected to retreat to get the information to him as soon as possible and regroup.

Having heard of their fearsome abilities, Tobirama resolves to fight once more on the front lines in order to protect the village and people he loves.

Telling Kagami this entraps Tobirama in simmering anguish.

His husband stares at him from beside his desk at the Hokage’s office, Kiseki napping in the bassinet they’d placed in the room so that they’d never be separated.

Anxiety and a deep dread crawls up his throat, eyes burning as his Sharingan threaten to activate. He knows exactly what this means.

The beautiful moments they’ve been sharing with their new son are about to come to an end—maybe only temporarily, or if things go awry…forever.

“Tobirama,” his voice is grave and the Second Hokage laments hearing its contours in anything but happiness.

He wants to tell him to stay, but that isn’t an option. Tobirama is the Hokage, and it’s his duty to protect the village. Everyone else has already been fighting, even Hiruzen, who has a son and another on the way with Biwako. They are both shinobi, and that must come first, even before personal affairs. They understood this when they began as ninja. Falling in love was not part of the plan, and they have no choice but to work around it.

Even still, his heart stings as he looks at the man he loves, his husband and father of his child. He doesn’t want him to go to war—their previous separation almost finished him. They can’t be apart.

“I’m going with you,” Kagami states, “I won’t allow you to separate from me.”

Tobirama’s face is grim. “You are to stay here.”

The Uchiha’s eyes widen. “What? No, Tobirama, I won’t. We fight together.”

“I need you away from conflict, safe with Kiseki.”

Kagami grits his teeth. “I can protect you, Tobi.”

Tobirama stands up abruptly, slamming his palms down on his desk.

“By doing what, jumping in front of me again and getting yourself killed? What good will that do anyone?! You are staying here and that is final.”

At the bang and his raised voice, Kiseki wakes and begins to cry. Kagami glares at his husband.

“I wish I’d known that having your child would cause you to lose all faith in my capabilities as a shinobi,” Kagami states icily, his eyes now red with his ocular prowess. “I am one of the most talented Uchiha there is, and yet you reduce me to a meak childrearing housewife.”

Tobirama scowls. “This has nothing to do with your abilities, I know you are exceptional, but don’t you have any idea what I went through when I had to watch you almost die? Hell on Earth, Kagami. I will not allow you to be hurt again!”

“It’s the same for me, Tobi! I-if you died, I,” Kagami cuts himself off, words catching in his throat. He can’t fathom it. He won’t. And he knows he’s being mostly irrational, but he and Tobirama are a team. They fight together.

Kiseki continues to cry, as if sensing his parents in distress.

The Uchiha moves to their son, picking him up out of the bassinet and starting to comfort him, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks. Tobirama watches them for a moment, his anger starting to fade, replaced by a deep distress.

Of course he doesn’t want to leave his family. He doesn’t want to make Kagami cry, but having him out of harm’s way will make him feel much better.

“When you came back before Kiseki’s birth,” Kagami begins in a resigned voice, grabbing his attention. The baby is now settled again in his arms, and the Sharingan has dissipated. “You told me that you wouldn’t leave without me again. We’re like magnets. You can try all you want to separate us, but if you move, I will move as well.”

Tobirama’s heart constricts. He did say that. They poured their hearts out to each other that night.

He realizes now that he’s been selfish. Leaving Kagami here will calm his own heart, but will torment Kagami’s. He can’t do that to him.

Standing up and making his way over to his husband, he wraps his arms around Kagami’s waist and draws him in, their son gently sandwiched between them.

“You’re right,” he concedes softly. “I’m sorry. I always have the final say except for when it comes to you, and as the mother of my child, that’s the way it should be. I don’t want to exert control over you, and I trust you implicitly, so Kagami, come with me if that is what is truly in your best interest.”

The Uchiha smiles gratefully at his husband. “Thank you, Tobi. Together we will fight and return. We are stronger as a team.”

Due to the urgency of the matter, they resolve to move out the next morning with Tobirama’s escort team.

That night, Kagami lays in bed in just his night pants, Kiseki nestled on his bare chest. Tobirama lays beside him, an arm tracing invisible patterns over his bare skin, bare except for his own sleep trousers.

Kiseki fusses to get more comfortable, and Kagami helps him adjust, the baby turning to face Tobirama. He opens his eyes and looks up at his father, who smiles tenderly.

He then looks up at Kagami, who has activated his Sharingan.

“I want to remember this,” Kagami explains softly, “Every last detail—my sweet little son, and my gorgeous, alluring husband, here with me.”

Tobirama’s mouth turns up at the corners. “Alluring?”

Kagami chuckles fondly, reaching out with his free hand and placing it on Tobirama’s muscular pec.

“You know I find you to be immensely attractive, Tobi. We wouldn’t have made this little one if I didn’t.”

The Senju grins, leaning in and nuzzling a butterfly kiss into Kagami’s nose, who reciprocates instinctively. His heart flutters—somehow this simple gesture is even more intimate than the lustful make out sessions they engage in.

“My love for you is boundless, my dear Kagami. There is no one I respect and cherish more than you,” he strokes over their son’s cheek gingerly with his knuckle. “And this precious boy is living proof of just that.”

Kagami stamps a kiss on Tobirama’s nose, which to his delight, has been passed down to their son.

“My feelings for you are the exact same,” Kagami replies. “This moment right now is my greatest dream, come true.”

Tobirama smiles. “Then I have done well.”

The rest of the night is spent quietly and peacefully.

***

Saying goodbye to Kiseki is the hardest thing that Tobirama has done since losing Hashirama.

The Second Hokage cradles his infant son in his arms for as long as he can, bestowing upon him his special butterfly kiss reserved for the ones he loves most. Kiseki giggles gleefully, touching his father’s face with his tiny hands.

Identical fire opals meet, and Tobirama’s heart feels like it’s filled with rocks.

“I am eternally, unconditionally proud of you, my son,” He murmurs, “Take great care of your mother, for he is precious to me as you are.”

He kisses the baby’s forehead before handing him off to Mito, who looks upon he and Kagami worriedly.

“Please, be careful,” she says, “Return safely.”

“Thank you for caring for our son while we are away,” Tobirama replies. “And for everything.”

She nods, and with that, he and Kagami take their leave to join the rest of the escort team.

***

They’d gotten separated.

Explosions rain down on them in the forest, discombobulating their formation.

Kagami uses his Sharingan to navigate himself and Torifu to their emergency rendezvous point, and soon they are joined by Danzo and Hiruzen.

“You’re alive!” Exclaims Hiruzen.

“Yeah, by some miracle,” is Torifu’s response.

He can feel Tobirama’s chakra signature up ahead, but worrisome is the number of enemy signatures he can sense closing in on them. They are greatly outnumbered. His heart begins to sink in anxiety.

“There are way too many of them. What now, Hiruzen?” The Sarutobi was always the quickest thinker besides Tobirama. Maybe he can come up with something and get them all out of there alive.

“All right then. Let’s go meet up with the Second Hokage,” comes his friend’s response.

Kagami swallows hard. He knows what that means—he’s at a loss. He’s deferring to Tobirama.

Not good at all.

When they approach the meeting point, he is relieved to see not only his husband, but Koharu and Homura as well. Everyone is all right.

Tobirama sees him and allows himself to relax the slightest bit—Kagami is safe. Good.

“Everyone, gather around,” Tobirama orders. “We have no time to waste.”

They all surround him, kneeling and focusing their chakra to keep their presence muted.

Kagami watches Tobirama close his eyes, placing two fingers against the grass to read the enemy’s signatures and pinpoint their locations. He tries his best to calm down—all is not lost yet. There has to be a way out of this. Tobirama can think of something, can’t he?

“We’ve been surrounded,” He relays, “There are…twenty enemies. From their tracking abilities, I’d say they’re Cloud ninja. The highly skilled Kinkaku unit.”

So it is as Kagami feared. Not a mere outer platoon from Kinkaku and Ginkaku’s forces, but the very unit that poses the highest threat.

Everyone here is powerful but against two ninja with Nine Tails’ chakra, and their special unit, they don’t stand a chance. Plus, much of their chakra is spent already.

Sage. They are completely outmatched.

“We’re only seven, including you, Lord Second. We’re outnumbered,” Homura states. Dread begins to fill Kagami’s core.

“Homura, stop being such a coward!” Comes Koharu’s fiery response. “All right, the enemy has not yet pinpointed our exact location. So we should wait and ambush them, then break through to escape.”

Escape to where? The village? Being chased by a specialized tracking unit with tailed beast chakra, hell-bent on attacking the Leaf?

It would be leading them right to their objective. It would result in the destruction of Konoha, where everyone they hold dear lives.

Where Kiseki, innocent and defenseless, waits.

That isn’t feasible.

Kagami gets a sick feeling in his stomach that gives him hot goosebumps, nausea prickling at his throat. He knows what has to happen.

He just hopes that Tobirama will forgive him.

“No, that’s not gonna work,” He speaks up. “The only way it would is if one of us draws their attention and misdirects them.”

Away from the Leaf, away from Kiseki.

“They’ll act as a lure,” Torifu catches on. His face is grim. “It means certain death…so who?”

Tobirama is the Second Hokage. He must live on.

Kagami is just an Uchiha, a shinobi willing to die for the greater good. Their son will have Tobirama to grow up with, so he’ll be in great hands.

He will sacrifice his life for his two beloveds.

He meets his husband’s eyes, the Senju already knowing exactly what he’s thinking. Tobirama gives him a sharp, warning, vehemently opposing glare.

Don’t you dare speak a word, his eyes say, freezing Kagami in his spot.

“I’ll go do it.”

Kagami’s eyes flit to Hiruzen, who has an intense, unbreakable determination in his eyes.

He’s prepared to die.

But what about Biwako and their children? Hiruzen has so much promise, he could even surpass Tobi.

It can’t be him.

I need to speak up!

“Sarutobi!”

“Hiruzen, you sure?”

The damned fool smiles.

“Heh, don’t worry about me. I don’t mean to brag, but I know I have the best chance out of all of you to pull this off. I’m not gonna die.”

Kagami can hear Biwako right now.

Hiruzen, you idiot, you know you’ll die! Stop acting like a hero!

Beside him, Danzo leans forward and grits his teeth, looking disconcerted.

Hiruzen places a hand on his shoulder. “You look after the others, Danzo, okay? I trust—”

“Shut up! I was going to volunteer, you know!” Danzo bats his hand away. “Don’t try to steal the limelight. I’ll be the lure, not you!”

Hiruzen’s face falls into genuine confusion. “Danzo, I…”

Kagami sees Tobirama’s jaw set, his back straightening. He looks like that when he’s reached a decision.

Oh no.

“My father and grandfather died in battle as a shinobi. Self-sacrifice is a shinobi’s duty!” Danzo prattles on. Kagami can feel his world shifting, Tobirama’s eyes meeting his again. His husband’s gaze is resolute, firm, and apologetic.

Kagami shakes his head. No, don’t do it, Tobirama.

You can’t.

Tobirama’s eyebrows draw in as if to say you know there isn’t another way.

I’m sorry, my love.

He wishes the ground would buckle and swallow him up whole.

Tobirama is right. They’re backed into a corner and it’s the only way. It’s what makes sense.

Fate is not on their side.

“I will go out and play the lure, of course,” Tobirama finally voices, and Kagami thinks that his stab to the lung was far less painful.

My husband is choosing to die today.

This time tomorrow he will be nothing but memories and legacies.

“You’re the ones who will carry the Will of Fire, who will defend our village in the future,” he continues.

They are all young, they will be needed. There’s no telling what will befall the Leaf in the years to come.

Damn him for being right. Curse this fate. Curse this world.

“But you can’t! I mean, you’re the Hokage! There is no greater shinobi in our village!” Danzo doesn’t understand Tobirama’s line of thinking. If only it was that simple.

“Danzo, you are always vying with Saru over one thing or another,” Tobirama’s face is stern. Kagami recalls conversations they had about his friends, who always seemed to be in some sort of competition with one another. Tobirama has always worried about Danzo’s intentions and whether or not they aligned perfectly with the ideologies of the Leaf. “But what’s necessary here is for you to work together as comrades. Don’t make this a personal fight.”

Kagami swallows the lump in his throat. Even now, Tobirama is taking the time to attempt to steer Danzo back onto the right course.

“The fact is, you took too long to reach a decision. First you must take a hard look at yourself and come to understand who you are objectively. Or else, at this rate, you’ll place all your comrades in danger.”

Tobirama has always wanted to say these words to Danzo, but hoped he’d realize on his own. Kagami now sees that he’s taking this chance to make it known before…

“In any case, Danzo and Saru, you need not be so eager at your young age.”

Kagami’s heart stings. Tobirama has always placed the welfare of children and young ones at the forefront of his priorities, having grown up around so much early death, and having lost two brothers entirely too young.

He’s full of integrity and it makes Kagami love him irrevocably.

“Your day will come eventually, and until it does, you should endeavor to stay alive,” he continues, voice becoming soft. He cares so deeply for all of them, Kagami hears it in each syllable.

Tobirama stands up, and Kagami feels tears start stinging at his eyes.

“Saru,” he addresses. “Love and treasure the village, and protect all those who believe in you. And nurture those ninja to whom you can entrust the next generation. Starting tomorrow, you’re Hokage.”

Kagami puts a hand on his knee to steady himself.

He’s named his successor. Kagami knows he could never do it himself, he’s more suited to the assistant role, and he has Kiseki which he knows Tobirama needs him to be available for. Hiruzen is the best choice.

“Saru, take care of the Leaf!” It’s a command, an entrustment, and a conclusion.

Tobirama’s reign ends here.

“Yes, sir!”

Kagami can barely think straight.

“They’re closing in,” Tobirama snaps him out of his stupor. His throat is closing, bile is rising, he wants to wither away before he has to live through this.

“Tobirama,” He says, standing up and grabbing his husband’s hand. The rest of the team turn and walk to the edge of the treeline to give them space. Hiruzen gazes upon them forlornly before turning away—he knows truly what this will do to their family. He feels their pain.

“My love,” Tobirama murmurs, cupping Kagami’s eyes and gazing into his glowing crimson eyes. “I cannot tell you how sorry I am that it has come to this.”

Kagami sniffles, sobs threatening to break through. He does his best to hold them back.

“I know there’s no choice,” He manages weakly. “I know why you’re doing this. It doesn’t make it a-any less un-unbearable…”

He breaks off and starts to cry freely.

“I know you will take care of Kiseki, and the village,” Tobirama says, brushing his hair away from his face. Kagami furiously blinks the tears away to see him better, clinging to his finite presence. “I have lived a very fulfilling life, and the best part of that is having had the honor of being your husband, and father of your child.”

Kagami trembles uncontrollably. His eyes feel hot. His head pounds, he feels dizzy and defeated, angry, crushed, undermined by fate.

“Thank you for blessing my life with your love,” Tobirama tells him gently, cupping his face. “You have made me the happiest man to have lived. May we meet again in a kinder time, where we can grow old and die together.”

“Tobi,” Kagami croaks miserably, surging forward and kissing his husband for the last time. He begs every cell in his body to commit the Tobirama to memory, his taste, his smell, his touch, sight, and voice. A splitting pain sears through the front of his head, and he pulls back, thick tears spilling over his cheeks as he grunts in agony.

Tobirama’s palms hold his face. “Oh, Kagami…”

Kagami looks up at him, eyes throbbing painfully. Six equally-distanced points stare into the Senju’s eyes, pattern not unlike a lotus, and immediately Tobirama understands what they are.

“Mangekyō,” he breathes, brushing the crimson liquid from Kagami’s tear-ducts. “I’m sorry, my love.”

“Lord Second, I’m sorry, but you must leave!” Calls Koharu.

“Yes, I know,” Tobirama nods, leaning down to give his last butterfly kiss to Kagami, rubbing their noses together. “I love you. Always.”

Kagami can’t speak. The words won’t come out.

Thank you for loving me. For taking care of me. For making the impossible possible, for giving me a son, for becoming my husband. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I love you.

He falls to his knees instead, and Tobirama squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth before he flickers away.

“Tobi,” Kagami rasps, clutching his chest. He feels his husband’s presence appear far north, and soon the Kinkaku unit moves to follow.

No one remains chasing after them. Tobirama has saved them successfully.

He feels Hiruzen’s hands on his shoulders.

“Kagami,” his voice is full of patient empathy. He just lost his sensei, after all. Everyone here is hurting. Everyone in the village will hurt.

Kagami touches his ring, pressing it to his lips to stifle his sobs.

He feels for Tobirama’s signature, feeling it flare. He’s fighting.

“We must use this opening to escape,” Hiruzen tells him remorsefully. “We can’t linger.”

Tobirama’s chakra swells, and swells, and—

It cuts out.

He can no longer feel his husband’s life force.

He’s gone.

He doubles over, starting to hyperventilate. His stomach flips.

Tobirama’s smile flashes in his mind, a vision of his husband kissing their baby’s forehead.

Never again.

Kiseki will grow up without ever knowing his father.

The Kinkaku unit retreats further north, away from the Land of Fire. Their objective to assassinate the Second Hokage is a success.

Kagami vomits.

***

Before he moves out with his unit to fight on the frontlines in the Hidden Rain, Kagami cradles his infant grandson in his arms.

Shisui looks just like Kiseki when he was a baby, save for the big, onyx Uchiha eyes that gleam up at him, belonging to the boy’s mother.

He looks just like you, my love, is what a fifty-seven year old Tobirama would say if he were present. Now forty-three, Kagami has long outlived his late husband, but misses him every single day.

He’s done his part to raise their precious Kiseki into a fine man and shinobi. The boy grew up inheriting his parents’ fierce Will of Fire, his father’s sensory abilities and mother’s Sharingan prowess. He has a bit of a serious personality like his father, yet is still more light-hearted than his best friend, Fugaku, who Kagami swears reminds him of Tobirama, full of duty and responsibility. No doubt, that young man will become the next clan head.

“Be careful,” Kiseki frowns worriedly, the expression entirely Tobirama’s. “I love you, mother.”

Kagami touches his son’s face. “I love you too, my son. You are the pride and joy of your father and I. Instill our Will of Fire into this sweet child.”

He hands baby Shisui back to his son, who nods dutifully.

“Yes, sir.”

With that, Kagami leaves Konoha.

In the midst of battle, to tide the victory over to their side, Kagami sacrifices himself and takes the enemy unit down with him.

When he wakes, he feels no more pain, no heaviness, and no mortal coil slowly perishing around himself as he had been subconsciously aware of his entire life. He is safe and completely secure.

“Kagami.”

That voice.

Kagami turns around, eyes landing upon the sorely missed frame of his beautiful husband.

“Tobirama.”

“I’ve waited patiently for you to join me,” the Senju smiles brightly, closing the distance and holding his waist. “You’ve done so well. I’ve watched over you right alongside Hashirama, and our brothers, Itama and Kawarama. Come, I will introduce you to them.”

The Pure Lands. Utmost serenity and love surrounds them.

Kagami has returned home.

#tobikaga #kagatobi #naruto shippuden #tobirama #kagami #tobirama senju #kagami uchiha #senju tobirama #uchiha kagami #hiruzen sarutobi #mito uzumaki #shisui #shisui uchiha #oneshot #naruto oneshot #kagatobi oneshot #tobikaga oneshot

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aftongiulien · 1 year

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Hi, I've seen your requests are open so if you are not too busy, may I request a fluffy evening routine with husband! Tobirama? 🌞

Oh sure i'd love to do that!

Thank you so much for requesting ❤️

Btw Sorry for the long wait dear ,It took me soooo long Sorry again.

Trigger WARING: none

Reader gender: female

Tobirama May seem very rough and cold on the outside,but on the inside he's very different.

tobirama Is the current hokage, so it's rare for him to come back home on time, usually he come home late at night,cause of the amount of work he have to get done. So poor man he's Always tired and touch starved.

The rare times he come home in time for evening things Will go like this:

First of all, he'll gently hug you from behind and slowly start kissing your cheeks, Will Pamper you in kissed for a good thirty minutes.

you two Will end up in the couch, tobirama laying on top of you as you cuddle him, he enjoys so much the feeling of your gentle hands rubbing his back, and running throught his messy Puffy Gray hair.

After a while, he'll Just start playing With your hair,and Kiss you, he love you and want you to Know that .

Soon enough ,he might want to take a relaxing shower,and obviously he ask you if you want to join him,

If you do that,well , It'll be so relaxing, tobirama loves when you wash his hair or help him wash his back,so please do that.

After the shower, tobirama Will let you wear his clothes,and you two Will end up in bed, cuddling.

He Is very sleepy After a long day of work, but still he has time for his beloved wife,.

His touch Will be light, and gentle as he slowly stroke your hair,and you play with his.

Slowly both of you Will fall into a Deep sleep, but he'll try to wait for you to dall' asleep as much as he's tired he wants to make sure you are okay and you're sleeping well

#anime #shounen #asks #oneshot #x reader #ask me stuff #drabble #headcanon #fluff.#tobirama.#tobirama senju.#naruto naruto shippuden tobirama x reader. comfort. fluff #comfort.#Naruto Shippuden

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tobiramamonmari29 · 2 years

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outside pov:

Madara, literally fumed on his way to the office of the hokage: hashirama Senju. He didn't knock on the door, he entered without letting his best friend speak.

Madara: Hashirama, I have a problem with your brother.

Hashirama: what else did Tobirama do? he asked calmly.

Madara: A lot of things actually.

Hashirama: Really? And what exactly? I'm not going to be able to tell him if there's something bothering you that I don't know.

Madara: Well that's it! Tobirama is hot. Yeah, your brother is hot.

Hashirama: Hot...?

madara: he is. My heart races every time he takes that fucking armor off. Too much sex appeal in this man...Sexy bastard.

Hashirama, stopped writing seriously listening to his best friend. chin in the palms of his hands, elbow against his wooden desk, he smiled at the uchiha, for him to continue his tirade in Tobirama verse.

Hashirama: Where is the problem?

Madara: he is the problem! what an idea to accept this super tight turtleneck that fucking brings out his greek god boobs! And his pants too.

Hashirama: his pants are the cause now? He said leaning back in his chair.

Madara: you see his ass Hehe he said spanking the shape with his hands. it is a perfection, just that.

Hashirama: Hmmm.

Madara: and when I yelled at him do you know what he did?

Hashirama: Nah, he said, raising an eyebrow.

Madara: he frowned, his jaw just magical, his ruby red eyes narrowed and his mouth... his mouth.

Hashirama: his mouth.

Madara: yeah, you don't care? That I fantasize about your brother!? I dream about my life all night about him and I watch him with my sharingan and you don't care.

Hashirama: Not really, actually it turns me on quite well.

Madara: w-what?!!

without wasting time, a noise of puff which signified the end of a transformation was heard. In the armchair, no longer finding yourself hashirama but rather Tobirama in the pulpit. Still wearing her sexy turtleneck and tight jeans, he smirked as he saw the uchiha stutter.

Tobirama: hashirama, had to leave the village for a few days. But I promise to reconsider your madara problem.

Madara: Ah well... Thank you.

tobirama: where can we go directly to my place?

Madara: let's go!

End.

#uchiha madara #senju tobirama #hashirama senju #madatobi #tobimada #tobirama x madara #madara x tobirama #oneshot #yaoi

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mortyvongola2-0 · 2 years

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Sacrificed

Pairing: God!Tobirama Senju x Reader

Genre: Oneshot, smutty smut

Word Count: 13k

Warnings: oh so many, afab!reader, rough sex, dirty talk, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, way too much overstimulation, copious amounts of cum, oral sex male receiving, copious amounts of fluids, temperature play, virginity kink, breeding kink, praise kink, power kink, aphrodisiacs, stomach bulge, use of inanimate objects for stimulation, Tobi-rail-me, Tobirama's schlong is too big, womb bullying, no refractory period, strong language

A/N: Holy shit this is so long and I’m so sorry it took forever to get out but it’s finally here and I’m so relieved. Again, sorry it took so long but honestly this thing is monstrous. Twice the size of Madara's and almost twice the size of Hashirama's. There's a lot of lore and references in here to the previous Sacrifices and to future ones but you don't have to read either to fully enjoy this.

Thanks so much again to my amazing editing bestie @therantingfangirl and my artistic troll @skydaddy01 for all your hard work helping me make this so great~ You guys are the best. As well as all my tumblr friends who have been patiently waiting and encouraging me. And thank you so much to all of you who waited and enjoyed the previous ones.

Now, without further ado, please enjoy the final fic for the first season of Sacrificed. Sacrificed (Water)

Read it on AO3

A child had been chosen, a young girl only 8 years old. A child with a bright smile and a love of the color green, a child who’d never known a day of hardship, who’s skin was unblemished and who’s laughter could brighten even the darkest of situations—your little sister had been chosen to be the sacrifice. Your mother had dropped to her knees, your father brought to tears, and all you could do was sit and stare as it felt like the world came crashing down around you. How could they do that? Under who’s authority was she chosen?

You wanted to scream, to run through the village and gather an army in protest of such a grotesque decision, but you couldn’t. Your body refused to work with you, and you were only able to sit and stare as your little sister tried to comprehend why her family was suddenly so distraught. The officials who brought your world to ruin stood there and watched, unflinching and uncaring, as your precious little sister cupped your face in her chubby hands. There were tears in her eyes, which brought tears to yours.

“What’s wrong? What does that mean?” She was scared because you were scared, because your mother wouldn’t stop begging on her knees while your father squeezed his eyes shut and held his wife back from gripping the hem of the officials’ robes as she pleaded for mercy.

This isn’t right, you thought as you squeezed your eyes shut. You wrapped your larger hands around the trembling ones on your cheeks. She’s just a child, if the gods are just they wouldn’t ask for such a sacrifice.

Why her and not you? You were an adult, passed marrying age, some of the village teens had started to call you the old maid because of your single status. They’d laugh as you’d yell back, telling them you weren’t old at all, but of course they never listened. That same question kept repeating itself in your mind. Why her and not me?

“That is all,” the highest official stated. “We will come to collect her for the ceremony next week.”

He turned, as did the other three, and they began to walk away. Why her? You tightened your grip on her small hands. Why must she pay the price for the rest of us? Why not- “me,” you called out. The officials paused and you removed you sister’s hands from your face and held onto them as you stood. “I volunteer in her place.” Your hands shook, you were more afraid than you’d ever been, but your resolve outweighed your fear. A child, not only her but especially one like her didn’t deserve to be so cruelly murdered for everyone else’s sake. “Is that acceptable?”

The group of four stuffy, old men seemed to ponder that as they looked at one another in a panic. They seemed to huddle together for a bit, every second that passed weighed on you like a stone. What if they said no?

I won’t let them take her.

Calls for a sacrifice didn’t happen often, normally the four-village alliance just went about their days as usual, but a drought had begun. The rains had stopped almost five months ago, the crops were suffering and therefore the livestock suffered, and with both the crops and livestock in short supply the strain on the people became too great to ignore. Even the fish supply, which was a staple for coastal villages like yours, had begun to grow scarce due to the low tides. It almost felt like the water was disappearing overnight. So a sacrifice was needed—am mortal that would be offered up to the water god as payment for the rains he offered.

No one knew what became of those who were sacrificed, whether they died at sea or, against all odds, were placed in the hands of a cruel god. They never returned, body or soul. Most assumed they died at sea. The religion among the people had begun to wane since the last sacrifice, many had believed the practice to be cruel and barbaric. The officials turned back toward your small family and cleared their throats. “We appreciate your willingness,” the oldest, who wore the most expensive robes, glanced nervously between the others before clearing his throat. “We will have the elder females come check to make sure you are worthy of the position.” They would check to make sure your maidenhood was intact, that was the one qualification you knew of, and you met it just fine.

“Very well.”

“They should arrive within the next few days, and if all goes well, we will arrive next week for you instead of your sister.” With that, they left, and all of your strength went with them.

You crumbled to the floor, your young sister began to panic, your mom clutched you and sobbed more as your father held all three of you tightly. You could only imagine how badly your teenage brother would react to the news, but somehow you felt numb. An all-consuming nothingness filled your chest as you wrapped your arms around your precious little sister.

Yes, your mind supplied. Its better this way.

The elder women came after two days and confirmed your virginity and whatever else it was they were looking for, after that you were told to go to the official’s lodgings every day to be prepared for the official ceremony. It was an odd affair, you were forced to kneel before a statue and pray to it daily, only allowed to eat lotus roots, and coached on the part of the ceremony that involved everyone else. You were never told what to do after your small boat was set afloat in the sea. Those preparations took up most of your day and when you’d return home your mother would try her best to put on a smile and act like everything was okay, your father would take every opportunity he could to embrace you, your little brother did his best to hide the tears in his eyes, and your poor little sister, who still didn’t quite understand but knew something was wrong, would burst into tears and cling to you all evening.

It was an overwhelming experience, but you fell into the routine like it was second nature, so when the day of the ceremony arrived you were thrown a bit off balance. Instead of lotus roots you were given nothing to eat, only a strangely thick fluid that warmed you to your core whenever you drank it. The time that had been allotted for prayer had become the time for grooming. You were placed into a warm bath of the same fluid, you figured it was to save on the limited supply of water, and they bathed you like a princess. The elder women massaged your skin and combed your hair to perfection. They painted your lips and eyes with crimson, and your abdomen and thighs were decorated with blue dragons that spewed water and seemed to move alongside dark storm clouds. Sitting still while being painted had been rather difficult, the softness of the brush and gentleness of the strokes had left you ticklish and tingly. You thought that viscous fluid had something to do with the latter, the more you drank it the warmer you became and the more sensitive you felt.

The women wrapped you in what felt like gauze. The soft material made the hairs on your body raise, you blamed it on the new sensitivity. They wrapped your breasts like they were being bound, then tied off the artificial top behind your neck; the bottoms were similar, wrapped around your hips and upper thighs until they formed a short skirt that covered enough but too little all the same and made it difficult to walk. Jewelry was placed in your hair, pearls of white and blue were scattered about your locks, and you estimated the price of half of those decorations alone to be worth more than four times the price of your family’s home. Probably enough money to feed your family and your neighbor’s families for two or three years, but that was only your estimation.

Your feet remained bare but they placed bands of silver with pendants of matching pearls around your ankles and wrists, they made a small jingle noise whenever you walked. When they felt you were decorated enough they pinned your hair up and placed a veil over your head. Your vision was obscured but the women took your hands and guided you to the ceremony area in the center of the four villages. The sun hung low in the sky and the people quieted down as you were brought beside the officials. The weight of what was about to happen truly began to settle in your chest and churn your stomach.

Its fine, you had to tell yourself. If it wasn’t me, it would’ve been her, so its fine. As long as it’s not her, anything is fine.

“Great God of Water,” the thrumming of your heartbeat in your ears drowned out most of the official’s grand speech, your brain was only able to catch onto the last portion. “We ask for your mercy and blessings upon us in these desperate times. Please, bless us with your rains once more. Bring life into our plants and our soil as we bring life to you!”

The villagers were full of mixed emotions, though you could not see it, you could hear the hesitation and reluctance to cheer from the crowd. “You are doing us a great service,” the official told you quietly, he kept a solid grip on your bicep. “You will not be forgotten.”

You were led from the center of the villages to a palanquin where you were commanded to enter. Once you were secured inside you heard the cry of a familiar little voice. Your precious little sister called out and tried to run after you and into the palanquin. Your father ran after her and picked her up quickly to keep her from climbing inside. You poked your head out and lifted your veil to see her one last time. A pain unlike any other gripped your heart as you looked at her tear-stricken face, and the frowns of grief on your other three family members. “I have to go now, little lily,” your voice almost cracked, and your eyes filled with tears as you called her by her nickname. “Be sure to watch over mom and dad for me, and don’t do anything to worry your older siblings too much.”

“O-okay,” she sniffled pathetically.

“I love you, all of you,” you whispered, unsure whether they would hear it or not, before lowering your veil again and righting yourself in the vehicle. If you had said anything more, or looked at their face’s any longer, leaving would have become unbearable. Your heart squeezed again, and you had to hold back the tears that threatened to spill and ruin the hard work and time that went into your face paintings. The palanquin stopped after what felt like only a few moments. A man you recognized as one of the many officials assisted you in your exit and began to lead you toward a well-known pier.

The sounds of the ocean had once calmed you, a relaxing sound from the time you were young, now the sounds only heightened your anxiety. The other officials followed behind as you were led down a set of steps and told to step into a decorated boat fit for one. There were strings of blue and white flowers placed along the edges of the boat and inside, the soft petals cushioned your feet as you stepped in. The boat rocked and you had to keep your balance as you clutched the elder man’s hand for dear life. Some of the water splashed against your feet and into the bottom of the boat, and you feared that there was a leak somewhere.

Its fine, you repeated to yourself, over and over. A mantra to try and collect yourself. You’re doing this for your little sister, for her, for your family. Its fine.

“Sit down carefully,” the man said as he helped usher you onto the cushioned bench and let go of your hand. You sat stock still, back straight, your fingers fiddling with the edge of your gauzy coverings to occupy your swirling mind. What was going to happen to you?

Don’t worry about it, just focus on how you’re protecting your little lily, your family.

The material stretched under the stress of your nervous fingers. “I’m sorry we can’t offer you anything more,” the high official began from his spot beside the one that had guided you. He handed you a glass bottle of the same liquid you had been drinking all day. “For what it’s worth, you are far braver than anyone I have ever met.”

You stared at him blankly, you were panicking, how is that brave? You wanted nothing more than to jump out of that boat, back onto the docks, and run away. But you knew that if it wasn’t you, it would be her and that was unacceptable. “Farewell, I wish you only happiness in your next life.”

With that, they set your boat adrift, almost in perfect sync with the sun dipping under the horizon.

It was a strange sensation, an isolation you knew not many could understand. You were alone, set adrift in the sea, not knowing what would happen to you. The waves pushed your craft along, rocked it, made it creak. Luckily for you, you didn’t get seasick easily, but the constant motion was disorienting. There was nothing to do but fall deeper into your racing thoughts; wondering how you would get out of this and whether it would end with you living or dead. Maybe you’d die of thirst, cooked like a fish in a pan under the sun after a few days of only the strange milky fluid to drink. That fluid certainly didn’t help with the heat.

A strange light from the corner of your eye caught your attention and you lifted your veil to get a clearer image. You looked into the water, leaning as gently as you could to one side. The light was soft, glowing and pulsing with its glow as it drifted just within sight. One soft purple glow became two, then became a third with more pinks and yellows; more and more lights began to show up just under the surface. They moved with the current, going in the same direction as your boat, and you stared in awe at the sheer number of soft lights. They surrounded your vessel on both sides, each one seeming like its own entity.

The blue lights were the most beautiful, they were few but seemed to dance to a tune only they knew. You dipped your hand under the water’s dark surface, doing your best to try to reach one of the creatures. One hit your hand and it almost felt like nothing. It flinched, its glowing body maneuvering around your hand to continue its path. “Are these jellyfish?” You tilted your head to the side, enraptured by the phenomenon before you.

You wondered how many others had witnessed such a beautiful display, and with so many all at once. Jellyfish were not rare, many washed up on shore or got caught in fishing nets as they floated with the current, but never had you seen any that glowed. It felt like a private show, just for you.

Was the water god taking pity on you? The thought made you frown. Allowing you to see some unseen wonders of the ocean as thanks for your sacrifice? Did the beauty of these creatures really make up for what was to come? If they really were from the water god- you cut off that train of thought, unsure what to feel. There was a strange tightness to your chest that you were unfamiliar with. Bitterness maybe? Twisted reverence and self-pity melded together in an uncomfortable whirl of feelings? You clicked your tongue.

The water began to grow louder, almost restless in sound. Reluctantly you looked away from the beautiful jellyfish to search for the source of the noise. There didn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary that you could see, but it felt like your boat was going faster, the water’s volume only increasing as your boat continued on. You glanced back down to the jellyfish below you and couldn’t tell if anything was wrong. They seemed to be drifting at the same speed you were. “The current must’ve picked up.”

To add to the beauty of your private show, you began to place some of the flower petals that decorated the deck of your boat on the water. Scattering them about to add another layer to the multitude below you. The blue and white petals decorated the surface and accented the glow nicely. You laid your head on the boat’s edge, relaxing as the moon shone high in the sky. The sound of the rushing waves, the motion that had nauseated you only an hour or two prior began to lull you to sleep. You continued to scatter petals as your eyes fell closed, your overheated fingers relaxing against the chill of the sea. Yes, you thought, mind caught between the waking world and the slumbering one. It’ll be fine like this. Everything will be fine.

“Lord Tobirama,” you whispered, sleepiness creeping into your voice. “Please, save my family.”

A flash of light lit up the sky, almost like a strike of lightning but without the ferocity of thunder. The waves grew larger, you clung to the edge of your wooden craft as it rocked with the aggravated water. It seemed even the jellyfish had begun to struggle, as their lights began to dim and disappear, leaving you on your own once again. “What in the,” the winds picked up and you held your hair down. Misty water began to spray everywhere, and you fell back against the deck as a particularly rough wave crashed against your boat. The raging water was deafening, the moon and stars were not enough to illuminate the now dark waters. You sat up and immediately wished you hadn’t.

A telltale swirling had begun in the waves a short distance ahead and you knew that meant certain death for you. Your panic began to rise again, your knuckles turned white as you clutched the back of the boat as if that would save you. What could save you? Was there anything? I don’t want to die, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly, the winds and water whipped your hair and made those expensive pearls fall from their delicate places. The veil was torn from your head, cold sea water crashed against your back and into your boat and filled the bottom with a layer of water, the flower petals floated up to your ankles and you squeezed your eyes shut.

Before your wooden vessel even dipped below the angry waves you were soaked to the bone. The whirlpool took hold of your barely afloat vessel and you never felt so hopeless. A deafening crack resounded and you stumbled like a newborn fawn. You opened your eyes in time to watch as your face crashed into the sea, the overwhelming current pulling you under and it felt like it was trying to pull you apart. You choked on the water, too startled to make any rational decisions. Your eyes stung, all you could see was darkness, the current kept pushing and pushing at you, you couldn’t tell which way was up and which led further into the depths. Someone help!

Something incredibly cold, colder than the water touched your outstretched arm and began to pull you through the never-ending darkness. You sputtered and coughed as you broke through the water’s surface. Your eyes stung, so you kept them closed. Your lungs, nose, and throat burned as you did your best to expel all of the salty liquid you had swallowed. Whatever had pulled you out had pulled you to a sandbar or something of the sort as you were able to stay on your knees and keep your airways above water.

Once you had finished expelling the water from your lungs, you greedily began to suck in air, as if you swallowed enough of it you’d never drown again. After a bit of calming down and realizing you were no longer on deaths door you felt alright enough to open your stinging eyes. For a while everything was blurry, no matter how many times you blinked to calm the stinging sensation it remained. Though everything was distorted, you could see that you were in a dark structure of some kind. The body of water that had been an ocean before was now a large square pool with lily pads and lotus floating atop the surface, a lily pad had even clung to your left side. The water came up to your waist while you remained on your knees.

You felt your panic begin to rise once again. How is that possible? I was just in the middle of the ocean how can I-

“You’re alive,” a deep timber. You looked up and saw the blurry outline of a tall person in front of you. Had he been there before? His feet were bare as he seemed to stand on the water’s surface like it was solid ground. All of your well-earned air felt like it was punched out of your lungs. “Good.”

From what you could make out, this man had light hair. Maybe white or silver? Your vision was still too blurry to tell. He had on some sort of long deep blue draping, a robe maybe? The pants he wore underneath the draping were dark in color, you guessed black, and the trimmings on the robe were of a silver variety. One of his large hands reached for your face, and you flinched at the chill of his touch. You closed your eyes, fear gripping your form, but all you felt was the gentle caress of his thumb across both of your eyelids. His hand pulled back as soon as he’d finished and the stinging that had plagued your vision disappeared.

When you opened your eyes again you were hesitant but felt relief at being able to see everything clearly once more. The white-haired man stood high above you his muscled arms crossed over his chest. You were right, it had been a royal blue robe, with filigree and dragons depicted in a sparkling silver thread. His skin was so pale, almost like moonshine incarnate. He had three red markings on his face, one on each cheek and one on his defined chin, each one came to a pointed tip towards the center of his face. There was a tuft of white fur spiked at the top of his collar, it matched his spiked hair.

He wore a frown on his face, seemingly greatly displeased. Under his silken robe he seemed to be wearing a tight black shirt, resembled under armor in appearance and it ended midway up his neck, covering his defined adam’s apple. “You,” he began, the baritone of his voice made your face heat and brought a shiver down your spine. The man seemed to think carefully about what he wanted to say, his arms flexed, you were entranced by the subtle rise and fall of his chest, his piercing red eyes never left your form. A sigh escaped him, you tilted your head, he began to disrobe before tossing the soft material at you. It covered your face and confused you. “Put that on and follow me.”

You frowned at the thought of ruining such nice material with your wet form. It was such a luxurious fabric; you didn’t think you’d ever felt anything like it before or would ever feel anything like it again. The more you touched it, the more you realized your dripping fingers didn’t bother the material at all. It was almost like the water didn’t exist, the material neither repelled or soaked in the water from your form so you finally gave in. It took you a minute to stand, he faced away from you as you stood, and you realized he was being polite.

The gauze-like material had soaked in a lot of water and loosely hung from your form. Your breasts were almost entirely bare, your right nipple on full display, and your sort of skirt had sagged so much your entire lower belly was exposed and displayed the fullness of your hips. You could only guess what your backside looked like and hastily wrapped the blue robe around yourself. “I—” you began, voice hoarse from the strain of swallowing and expelling sea water. “Where am I?”

The man turned his head a bit to glance at you and you assumed he deemed your appearance appropriate because he began to walk away. His feet left ripples against the water’s surface as he stepped on it like flooring; meanwhile, the water still swallowed your feet and up to your shins. He couldn’t possibly be—

“You are in my domain.”

“Your domain?”

“Yes.”

You were struggling to keep up with his pace, your body still bit wobbly from the adrenaline drain.

“I am Tobirama.”

“Tobirama!?” The Tobirama? Tobirama Senju, the water god? The one your sister had almost been sacrificed to and the one that you had been? He was real? And alive and well apparently. Without the robe, more of his physique was on display. His back was muscled, his shoulders broad but waist on the slimmer side. The shirt he wore had cut outs at his hips that exposed more of his milky skin and teased the defined bones there.

“That’s Lord Tobirama to you.”

You dropped to your knees quickly, your arms outstretched in front of you with your palms toward the heavens. You placed your forehead flat against the cold black stone at the edge of the pool, your quick action had caused the waters of the pool to begin to move again, the sash on the robe had untied itself and the cold water against your hot warm flesh startled you. “Lord Tobirama, god of water and keeper of knowledge, please send your blessed rains to my people.”

When he did not respond you decided to continue. “My family—my village, they will starve soon without them. Please show us your mercy.” Your lips trembled, your throat tightening at the thought of your family. “I know I am insignificant and unworthy but—” the high priest’s concluding line came to mind as you tried to win his favor, bring life into our plants and our soil as we bring life to you! “Please use my life to spare theirs.”

The silence weighed heavy after your pleading, and you dared not lift your head. Was he thinking? Was he angry? Had he disappeared? Your mind raced with questions, with thoughts and feared outcomes. Tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes, so you squeezed them shut. This was it, wasn’t it? You’d die by angering him, not having saved anyone in your family let alone the youngest. I’m sorry little lily, everyone.

Cold, very cold, fingers tipped your chin upward. He held your head in place to make you look up at him. His face remained neutral, which was better than you had expected. Those red eyes scanned your features, your eyes were wide and dewy. You had never expected the god of water to be so handsome, so human-like and yet still so ethereal. The fingers that held your face were so large and strong, you knew you couldn’t break away unless he allowed it. You wondered what he was looking for as his eyes scanned your own again.

Those cold hands moved and began to help you to your feet, they allowed you to lean on him a bit, your twitching fingers gripping his forearms tightly as you balanced yourself and hoped for the best all at the same time.

“I cannot alter the course of nature,” was his simple reply. So simple and yet even more crushing than the sentence that had announced your sister as a sacrifice. “I will send you back in a few days’ time, mortals cannot stay in the realm of gods for too long. You will remain here in the meantime.”

Your grip on his arms tightened. He was so close, but you felt so far removed that you didn’t notice the minute twitch of his fingers against your hands or the subtle downturn of his luscious lips as he watched your face crumble. The fact that you were stuck there hadn’t even registered until later on when he led you to the room you would occupy while there. Tobirama allowed you two rooms, one a very luxurious bedroom, decorated in dark marble walls with glowing pearl like stones for light, all material made of the same type of royal blue and silver silk as the robe he encouraged you to keep on. The room was so beautiful it made you feel out of place. There were bookshelves that adorned the walls beside the double doors; they were made of pearl with many tomes and texts, scrolls and leather-bound books, all worn and delicately placed like they’d been read and reread many times over.

The second room you were allowed was an equally exquisite bathing chamber. Again, the walls were dark marble, inlaid with pearlescent accents. The same pearl like stones glowed for light, and an empty pool similar in shape to the one you had emerged from rest at the center of the room, the edges and inside decorated with bright silver. You wondered how often humans, or even other gods, used these rooms but you didn’t voice your question. Your heart still felt heavy with the knowledge that you were of no use to your people or family.

“When I go back, will I be able to be with my family again?” The question left you before you could think about it.

The god closed his eyes and crossed his arms again, a soft sigh left him as he began to walk toward the heavy double doors that led back into the hallway. “I suggest bathing before going back to your bedchambers, that ceremonial makeup you mortals love so much has smudged everywhere from the sea water.”

His avoidance of your question irritated you.

“What use is going back then? If I can’t save them, if I can’t see them, I’d rather you have left me to die in that whirlpool.”

He paused, his back visibly straightening, before he opened the doors and left you alone in the unfamiliar room. The sound of the door closing shut behind him was loud and it brought your negative emotions to a head. You felt so helpless, so hopeless. The weight of your emotions brought you to your knees again, but you began to slam your fists against the polished floors in your anguish. What use were you? Was this situation? It hadn’t mattered that you took your sister’s place, she would still starve along with the rest of your loved ones. You hadn’t truly believed in the water god but some small voice in the back of your head had whispered the possibility of salvation, which you hadn’t realized had become a hope.

You cried your fill, cried until your eyes hurt and wailed until your throat gave out in protest. When your body wouldn’t let you cy any longer you wiped your eyes and nose and just sniffled. There was no way for you to tell how much time had passed, but a bath and sleep sounded like the best you could do at that moment. You stood and removed the robe and began to remove the loose gauze you had been wrapped in and used it to wipe off the smudges of paint that were left along your body. Across the back wall was a large mirror that you approached. Your reflection looked rough.

Your eyes were swollen from crying, the beautiful makeup was smudged, your hair was fizzled and damp with half dried sea water, the pearls and decorations that remained were strewn about in a tangled mess. A sigh left you as you began to pick out the decorations one by one and placed them on the floor beside you. When you finished you were surprised to find that the pool had filled with water without you having to do anything, but the more you thought about it the more it made sense. You were in the home of the water god after all.

After your bath, which was at best lukewarm, you replaced the blue robe and walked back to the room that you had been given. You were so tired, you decided to flop down on the plush bed. It was so soft, but so unfamiliar. What was there for you to do now? When you were expelled from the realm of the gods, where would you go? Where would you be? How did it all work? Those questions kept running through your mind until your body could no longer stay awake.

A few cycles of sleep passed by like that, you assumed they were days but you couldn’t be too sure. When you woke up there was always fresh fruit placed carefully on the bedside table for you to eat. You would partake in the familiar foods as you explored the hallways and rooms of the domain. You knew you were told to stay within those rooms but there was not much else for you to occupy your time with. Eventually you stumbled upon where Tobirama seemed to spend most of his time.

It looked to be a study, comprised of the same dark marble and pearl mixture, with a desk like structure raised from the ground for him to sit in front of. Bookshelves like the ones in your chambers lined all four walls, each organized but in a chaotic manner. The books and tomes in that room looked far more used than the ones in your own, which was quite impressive. The first time you stumbled upon him there he seemed to be studying some sort of scroll, brush in hand for note taking. Despite your anger toward him you couldn’t help but admire his appearance. Everything about him was enticing, from the elongated bridge of his nose to the way he furrowed his brow in concentration. The flexing of his shoulder blades as his arms moved and the subtle tapping of his bare foot as he worked felt more human to you than you wanted him to be.

Despite your one oversized robe he seemed to have found another to wear, this one was black with white dragons and square like patterns made of royal blue. A similar fur to the one that lined your collar lined his and you wondered if it was because he was cold. His skin had certainly felt freezing. After watching him for a while you’d move on to a different room, your second favorite one to visit. It was the room you had arrived in. The pool you had come out of laid at the center of the room, under a large skylight with columns of white marble seemingly holding the structure up. The sky that was shone was so unfamiliar that if you hadn’t known you were in another realm that would’ve told you immediately.

The sky remained dark, but a dark blue of sorts, with patterns of light that looked like water reflections being the only source of motion. The reflective patterns were very bright, and they shone down on the center of the water pool where an altar like structure sat. It was made of the same white marble as the four columns, and it had engravings along the edges of the pedestal. The only one you could make out read a sacrifice of flesh and blood and it made you wonder if this structure had been a temple at one point.

At the other end of that room, across from the altar and pool sat a throne like chair that seemed to be made of pearl. It was freezing to the touch and felt rather uncomfortable when you sat on it. The seat itself was far too large for you, you estimated two of you could sit in it with some room to spare, but you weren’t sure if it would be equally roomy for Tobirama. He was a rather tall man, with an athletic frame, but you thought he’d fit perfectly in the center with just enough space on both sides. The throne made you feel rather lonely, looking out at the empty room and still pool from that spot felt empty. You decided to sit on the altar and watch the sky from there, rather than the lonely throne.

When time kept stretching by, with only fruits, nuts, and roots to eat, and the oversized structure thoroughly explored without forcing your way into locked rooms, you began to comb through the texts in your room. Some of them you couldn’t read, written in some other language or the wording was too difficult to understand, but some were rather interesting. Most of the scrolls seemed to be religious texts, about the different gods and their regions of reign.

Like the sun god and the god of forests, Tobirama was revered as a long-standing deity. The tome you read had claimed him to be the younger brother of the god of forests. That same tome talked about other gods, one was even supposedly a descendent of Tobirama but he had been one of the punished so his name was blotted out of the text. Some of the other books talked about Madara, the sun god, and how strong he was and the many theories behind his rise while other gods like Tobirama and Hashirama, the god of forests, were left to decline. That particular part must have been outdated, as Lord Hashirama’s region and strength had seemed to quadruple in the past 30 years. Your mother had been born in that village and she had spoke about the abundance and grace of the forest god.

You paused a moment. The story your mother told said that Lord Hashirama had regained his strength after falling in love with a female human that had been given to him as a sacrifice and one of the handwritten scrolls you read had theorized that Lord Madara’s great strength came from the yearly sacrificial ritual his region practiced. “Then is Tobirama unable to change nature because he isn’t strong enough? Because there hasn’t been enough human sacrifice?”

You thought back to when you knew to be the last human sacrifice given to the water god, which was before you were born. How many years had it been? Your father had been the one to tell you about it, and about the outcry of the people afterward. Even when telling the story he seemed disgusted by what had occurred. “He was only 11? Or was father 10?” Either way it seemed there hadn’t been a sacrifice made to Tobirama in almost 50 years before you.

So what was different about you? Had you not done something important to complete the ritual to give him strength? Were you even enough? Did it have to do with your age? You couldn’t recall how old the previous sacrifice was but you thought she had been an older woman. Burning with determination and questions, you clutched the theory tightly to your chest and made your way toward the water god’s study.

You barged in, too focused on your emotions to think about the disrespect you were showing a god. He had paused his writing when you entered, his sleeve held back in one hand to prevent ink stains and brush in the other. The water god looked handsome as he always did, same black long-sleeved shirt but he wore another royal blue robe, the pattern on it was of silver water lilies and koi swimming beneath. It was beautiful, and he left the robe open for all to admire the tightness of his shirt against his skin. Tobirama looked at you calmly and waited for you to explain why you interrupted him.

“What’s wrong with me?” You blurted out, sophistication and eloquence being two words that could not be used to describe you at that moment.

“What?”

“The scroll,” you unfurled said paper and pointed it at it, approaching closer to his desk. He set his brush down and took it carefully from your grasp. “You don’t have the power to send rains or to even send me back, do you?”

He remained silent, his sharp eyes glanced up at you before his jaw clenched and he looked down at the scroll again. “You haven’t had a sacrifice in 50 years, so your strength has dwindled.”

“Wrong,” he stated calmly and set the scroll down on his desk as he crossed his arms over his chest. A habit he seemed to have. “It’s been almost 200 years.”

“What?”

He let out a sigh and looked you in the eye, a slight frown on his lips. “Gods often sleep to conserve power; I believe I have been asleep for about 200 or so years.”

“Then the previous sacrifices?”

He shook his head and his silence weighed on you. You pressed your lips together and rubbed your arm slowly. “Why did you wake up then?”

“I am unsure,” he paused and tilted his head back. “When I last went to sleep, I was certain my brother and I would sleep for the rest of eternity, but it seems there was just enough prayer to reawaken me.”

“Lord Hashirama had weakened too?”

“Yes, we believed that humans no longer needed gods so we decided it would be better to fall silent.”

“But not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lord Hashirama’s region has been flourishing for at least three decades now. I assume he’s still awake even now.”

Tobirama looked to the side as he processed that information. “Madara too,” you continued. “He receives a yearly sacrifice even now and his people call themselves the Empire of the Sun and have yet to diminish. They are currently attempting to unite the continent.”

The water god’s fists clenched and his eyes narrowed at that news. “Damn him,” he muttered under his breath. “And has my brother done anything to stop this? To stop him?”

“I don’t know, I only know about the legends.” You rubbed your sleeve covered arm a bit hard and bit your bottom lip before asking. “So what do I need to do to restore your power? Is there anything I can do? I am your sacrifice after all.”

He let out a loud huff through his nose as he closed his eyes. The water god tapped against his arm as he seemed to think on things. Your chest tightened with emotion. Could you really end up saving your family after all? Nothing would please you more, even if it was something scary like letting him devour you whole, you would do it without hesitation. Tobirama uncrossed his arms and placed them on the desk in front of him.

“There is but I’m not sure how much power I’ll be able to gain from your worship alone,” he began to move his papers and scrolls aside. “Sit here, we’ll run a test first.”

Your heartbeat picked up. A test? Would it hurt? You approached his desk anyway and nervously sat atop it, making sure to sit facing toward him. His proximity made your face heat up and he sat and observed you closely. His eyes looked you up and down, and at the height you were atop his desk you were able to make direct eye contact without looking up at him. He placed his hands at your hips and leaned forward. His breath fanned your lips as your skin began to flush. “Are you willing?”

“Yes,” you whispered, enchanted by his voice and proximity. “I’ll do anything.”

“Then let’s begin the test,” was his only warning before his large hands gripped your hips and his mouth pressed to yours. His lips were cold, so very cold, and the same could be said for his hands. His low temperature permeated the silk of the robe and made your skin prickle. You wanted to try to warm him up.

Anxiety rushed through you as you felt his cold tongue press against your lips. What did that mean? You had never kissed anyone before, but his cold touch made your body heat up. Without much thought you wrapped your arms around his neck and unconsciously pulled him in closer. His tongue pressed harder against your lips and it forced your them to part. So cold, an appendage that was typically warm was practically an ice block in your mouth and you shivered.

He groaned as he pulled back, you were out of breath, an embarrassment unlike any other filling your chest. Did he pull away because you were bad? Did you fail the test? Were you not enough? You almost whimpered at the thought, your body continued to shiver.

“Are you,” he seemed to shiver too. “Are you still untouched?”

Heat rose, you could feel it span your entire face and the top of your chest as you nodded in embarrassment. “Yes,” you whispered, nervous. “Is that going to be an issue?”

“No,” he said quickly, his voice having taken on a deeper tone. “Are you cold?”

“You seem colder than me, your skin is ice.”

He smirked a bit and moved back before standing. “Stay there, I’ll be back shortly.”

Tobirama hadn’t lied, he had come back rather quickly, but with a black flask in hand. He sat back down easily and handed you the container gently. “Drink all of this and then we can continue.” Your body thrummed at the idea of continuing, so you did your best to chug whatever it was in the flask. It was viscous, and if you could see the color you knew it would be the same as the strange fluid the priests made you drink before the ceremony. Immediately your body warmed, and you shook from the contrast in temperatures. “Good girl,” he praised, his voice made your toes curl. “Now lean back and sit still.”

You did as you were told and almost gasped as you watched his deft fingers begin to untie the sash for the robe. “Wait, I’m not—”

“This is a part of the test,” he began. His cold fingers pressed against the naked flesh of your abdomen as he pushed the robe open. You felt hypersensitive, that light touch alone was almost enough to make you moan. “Stay still, and quiet, and then we can move on to the real ritual.”

“S-So, am I enough?”

“Possibly,” he muttered as he lightly caressed his hands up the sides of your form and stopped at your breasts. His cold temperature in contrast with your warmer one caused your nipples to harden; you pressed your thighs together as you watched his pupils dilate at the sight of your naked breasts. The light-haired man’s fingers twitched, and he ran them lightly along your breasts toward your pebbled flesh. Your eyes closed in embarrassment and a whine attempted to leave your throat. He paused, his eyes looking back at your face before landing on his forgotten calligraphy brush. “We’ll have to see how this works out won’t we? Little mortal, spread your legs for me so we can begin.”

You swallowed the noise that had threatened to leave your throat as you nodded. You opened your legs slowly, embarrassed by your nakedness and the obvious wetness that had begun to spill from you. If you could’ve, you would’ve brought your hands down immediately to cover yourself, but that would be disobedient. There was an unnerving feeling of obligation, both to stay obedient to him as your god and to hear him praise you more. The tip of his brush hit your collarbone and swirled down toward your chest, and you jumped at the sensation. He clicked his tongue, “Behave, little girl. Stay still and quiet.”

The brush followed back up the trail, leaving black ink along in its wake. The water god brought the brush back down a similar path, but this time he brought it all the way down to your nipple. You wanted to cry out, the tickling sensation circling against your hardened peak went straight to your core and you could feel your clit twitch. He continued to circle it, over and over, your breathing picked up. Surely that was allowed, right? Tobirama brought the tip of the brush down from there and trailed it along the underside of your breast down to your lower belly.

Unintentionally, your stomach flinched at the cold brush. He clicked his tongue again and brought his sharp eyes up to your face. “I’m sorry, my Lord I didn’t—” he shushed you, cutting your apology short.

“Remember to be quiet,” he told you, his other hand creeping up to your mouth. None too gently, he placed his index and middle finger into your waiting lips and his jaw tightened as you began to suckle on them instinctively. “There’s an obedient sacrifice.” You whimpered at his words, and he pressed his fingers deeper into your mouth, back toward your throat. “Do my words affect you that much?”

His eyes trailed down to the heated area between your legs and he tsked again, his tone sounded smug. “You’re so wet, from what? A kiss and some light caresses? Are you so innocent that even this little is too much?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, you could feel your clit twitch under his gaze, he let out a breathless chuckle. The brush began to move along your lower belly, right above your womb he swirled the ink in a cyclical pattern. Once satisfied, he trailed it back upward toward your neglected breast and paid extra attention to the nipple once again. By that point you couldn’t help it, you sucked on his fingers as hard as you could, but a whimper still left you. Tobirama kept up his swirling, you were so sensitive, your lower body unconsciously pushed forward as you felt your clit throb hard. “Mmm!”

It felt weird, you had never felt anything like that before. Your entire body twitched, and your toes curled, you felt a rush of wetness start to leak onto his desk. The building in your lower belly had relaxed but your sensitivity only increased as he continued to tease your nipple with his brush. When you opened your eyes again there was a definitive redness to his cheeks and the tips of his ears, his eyes were entirely focused on your throbbing sex and his breath was noticeably labored.

“So disobedient.” The feeling in your chest tightened, your high cut short. You disappointed him? His voice had kept its husky tone. The brush left your body entirely and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. “You couldn’t keep still or quiet,” he began to trail the brush down your abdomen once more, a swirling pattern that laid right over your womb once more and used your heightened sensitivity against you. Your sex ached, virginal channel twitching in anticipation of something you knew little about. “Those who misbehave must receive punishment.”

The brush trailed down further; the ink covered bristles marking your pelvis before drawing over your mound. “I’ll give you one more chance to behave. If you remain quiet and still, I’ll let you cum again,” his sharp red eyes, pupils all but swallowing the irises, stared into the depths of yours. You nodded your assent, and he kept the eye contact as the brush moved to your folds.

He watched you like a hawk, looking for every minute twitch and flinch, as he began to circle your labia before moving the brush toward your dripping flesh. It was incredibly difficult not to whine as the brush head grazed over your weeping entrance. Tobirama’s jaw clenched and unclenched as he started his assault on your neglected bud. You bit your bottom lip to keep from whining, the pressure was too light. The water god’s eyes narrowed as he seemed to read your mind and pressed the brush harder, moving it up and down in a lapping like motion.

You wanted to close your eyes but his own were too intense, too enticing, you couldn’t look away. “You’re trying so hard to please me,” he taunted, a tight smirk on his perfect lips. “Can you feel it? Every time I speak to you, your hole twitches.” He brought the brush down to circle your clenching entrance to emphasize his point. “Does my voice make you ache?”

A whimper almost escaped you.

“So wet and warm,” he turned the brush over and began to prod at you with the rounded end. “Little girl, this lewd thing,” his cold hands cupped your sex and you let out a quiet groan, your eyes moving skyward. “Such a salacious reaction is unbecoming of a virgin.”

The water god removed his palm and brush and brought them up to his face. “Look here,” he commanded, and you obeyed. His palm glistened with your slick and the calligraphy brush was soaked through, your fluids mixed with the black ink and dripped down his cleaner palm. “You’ve ruined my favorite brush, and my palm is soaked despite barely making contact. So obscene,” he brought his palm to his mouth and lapped at his palm, a visible shiver rattling him at the taste of you. His red eyes remained focused on your own as he cleaned his palm. “What is a god to do with a sacrifice like you?”

You were at your wits end; you couldn’t sit still or remain quiet anymore. It was too much, you were sweating from both heat and effort, your sex throbbed and ached unlike anything you’d ever felt before, your breasts were tender and felt heavy under the knowledge that he could be holding them instead. Even your fingers itched to hold onto him somehow, to tear away at his arrogance and get at the flesh beneath that cloth. A whine that felt closer to a sob bubbled in your chest and threatened to escape your lips.

“You did very well that time,” the god told you, almost affectionately. “Shall I reward you now?”

“Yes,” you cried, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Please, my lord, I can’t—”

“Enough,” he hushed you. The white-haired man stood and placed one of his large hands on the small of your back and the other approached your heated sex again. You unconsciously pushed your hips forward towards his hand and he allowed his palm to make contact again. This time, however, he pressed the heel of his palm against your aching bud and ground down on it. “Cry out to your heart’s content.”

A loud moan escaped you and you threw your head back. Your reached forward and grabbed at his thick wrist to hold his palm in place as you sloppily rode it. Using his hand on the small of your back, he brought you closer to him and pressed his cold lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy, you were fueled purely on instinct. He seemed unbothered by your lack of experience, and he used his tongue and lips to guide yours. When you were right at the precipice from your rough grinding he pulled his palm back and swallowed your cries of protest.

Tobirama did not leave you waiting for long, his cold fingers returned, and he prodded one at your entrance. You were so wet that he penetrated you easily. It felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs, you pulled away from the kiss to gasp as your body tried to register the foreign feeling. He pushed his finger in deeper and you felt your walls squeeze around it. “Nngh,” you groaned. The cold of his finger contrasted so starkly with the heat of your insides. He began to pump his finger, in and out, and the friction felt so good. “Mmm.”

“You’re gripping my finger so tightly,” he pressed a kiss to your exposed collarbone. “Spread your legs more, I’ll be adding another finger shortly.”

You nodded dumbly, your mind and body reeling from the pace he had set. His thumb reached up to circle your clit as he added a second finger. You were thankful for it, as the second finger made the stretch a bit more uncomfortable, but you were able to experience the same amount of pleasure thanks to his thumb. The noises that came from your body were sloppy and wet. The faster he went the more your juices sloshed and dripped, the louder your moans became. “Such filthy sounds you’re making. So depraved, like a whore.”

“N-No,” you whimpered. “I’m not—”

“Your pretty hole would beg to differ. Now that it’s felt my touch, its begging for more. Shall I add another finger?”

The tip of his ring finger began to press inside, and you shuddered, almost drooling. It felt like too much, you had never had anything or anyone inside of you before. His third, thick and equally cold, finger slid inside and the stretch burned. You grunted, feeling like you’d been punched in the gut and the water god began to scissor your insides. “This is all in preparation for the sacrificial ritual.”

“Ritual,” you panted.

This isn’t the ritual?

He hum in concentration, his digits began to thrust in and out, then stretch, then in and out again at a brutal pace. Tobirama removed the hand that had been holding the small of your back and used it to undo his robe’s sash. The silken material slid open easily and with that same free hand he began to palm at the oversized tent in his trousers. You almost balked as he began to pull his clothing down to reveal the agitated flesh, he groaned loudly at being free of the confines.

Tobirama was long, exceedingly long, and generously thick with a purpled tip leaking with copious amounts of precum. He was so hard, and you almost burst when you realized that you were the reason he was throbbing. Your eyes were entranced as he began to pump himself slowly, your hips bucking to meet his fingers with more vigor. His thumb flicked your clit and all you could think about was trying to fit that beast inside of you. “Lord Tobirama,” you cried out. “I feel nnn- weird. S-Something’s coming!”

“Then cum, clench around my fingers and cry out for me.”

“Mmm, my lord,” you whined pathetically, your eyes squeezed shut and you bit into your bottom lip. He kept pumping you with his fingers, his thumb baring down on your clit with almost a painful amount of pressure. His continued work heightened your orgasm and elongated it. Soon his fingers, his thumb in particular, became too much and you began to squirm in overstimulation.

“The ritual,” he grunted, the sounds of his hand working his cock melding with the sounds of your wet sex. “Mortal worship is what gives us strength. And what greater form of praise is there than sex.”

“Please, your fingers, it’s too much,” more whining, you sounded a bit hoarse, but your body couldn’t take much more.

“So, we are yet to be finished.” The water god finally stilled his fingers and removed them with a loud shlop sound.

You nodded, eyes soaking in and memorizing the image of a partially clothed water god, pumping his rigid manhood with his hand that had just been removed from your body. His cheeks were tinged pink, his ears had a dusting of the same shade, his intimidating and crisp appearance disheveled because of you. Slowly you slid off from his desk, your bum hitting the cold floor roughly. He watched you, his haughty demeanor returning as you sat on your knees before him.

He stopped pumping and angled his erection toward your closed lips. Tentatively, you licked it. You had no idea what you were doing but you wanted to please, to worship him as he said. “Good girl,” Tobirama praised as he placed his hand, the one wet with his own precum, in your hair and pulled you flush against his aching need. “Open your mouth.”

Almost as soon as you opened your mouth, he placed his throbbing tip inside. You wrapped your lips around it and closed your eyes. How was even this part of him so cold? He pushed his hips forward and you had to open your jaw further to fit him. The taste of him was tangier than you expected, but that also could’ve been the taste of your lingering juices. He moved his fist, at the base of his shaft, together with your slight head bobs.

The sounds he made were divine; low grunts and moans, a rumbling in his chest when you scraped him with your teeth, his labored breathing grew louder and louder with each passing movement. Your jaw ached but you loved the feeling of his throbbing flesh in your mouth. The longer you sucked the more of him you tried to swallow. Eventually he reached so far back that he hit the back of your throat. Tears were welling in your eyes at the effort and saliva leaked from all parts of your mouth. You began to grunt and whine along with him, fresh arousal dripped from you onto the floor.

With one final thrust of your head to his pelvis, he throbbed and groaned loudly as he spurt cold spend down your throat. You wanted to taste it, but your tongue had already numbed from the temperature of his cock. He removed himself slowly, a small trail of semen and throat mucus following behind. When he was fully out of your mouth you rubbed your throat. It felt abused but in a way you never expected to enjoy, you happily swallowed the gunk that remained on your tongue and didn’t need to be told to lick him clean. He was still rock hard and you pressed your thighs together at the sight.

He reached down and helped you to your feet. Tobirama fully removed his robe and you pushed off the one that had loosely remained on your arms. The god adjusted his trousers and you frowned in confusion as he tucked himself away again. He still removed his tight shirt, revealing a haven of well sculpted flesh to your greedy eyes, which gave you pause. “We will continue in the altar room.”

“Oh.”

“Do you know where that is?”

You nodded.

“Then go, I will meet you there. I have something else to prepare.”

Again, you nodded, throat still sore, and began to walk toward your second favorite place to be. During your walk there you had begun to feel cold, and you wondered if it was because of the cum you swallowed. You could almost feel it as it sat in your belly like ice and froze your core, but you couldn’t help the tingle of need that pulsed at your entrance at the thought. You wrapped your arms around your middle to conserve heat.

You waded through the pool as you went to sit on the altar to wait for him. As horny as you still were, you were thankful for the reprieve. It allowed your overtaxed body a break and your lust addled mind some clarity. Though with the clarity came the anxiety of being deflowered by the same flesh that had deliciously tortured your throat. A shiver crawled up your spine, both from the cold and at the thought of how ruined you would be afterward. Tobirama was going to split you in half, he’d probably reach well into your guts if he bottomed out inside of you.

The water god appeared in the hallway; he was still shirtless with two flasks in his large hands. One flask looked the same as the one from before, black, but the other had a dual blue and purple hue that attracted your attention. You stared at the flex of his muscles as he walked, his hair looked like he had run his hands through it a few times, but he approached you with purpose. His feet glided over the water like it had when you first saw him. He narrowed his eyes at your hunched form. “Are you alright?”

You nodded and muttered, “Just cold.”

He handed you the black flask again and you began to drink it before he told you to. The fluid slid down your throat like slime, but it warmed its way down and seemed to overtake the cold that had seeped its way through you. The mixture of the viscous drink and Tobirama’s essence seemed to unsettle your stomach a bit but it wasn’t anything to worry about. Those sharp red eyes watched you carefully as he leaned in closer. “Is that better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Are you still willing?” That question surprised you. Would you have been sitting there still naked if you weren’t? Or even drank more of that strange fluid? You appreciated the sentiment though.

“Of course.”

“Good, then move over for a moment.”

“Whah?” He nudged you aside before he sat himself down in the center of the altar. The pale god sat and began to slide his trousers down just enough to expose his half-hard member and the swollen balls below it. Tobirama opened the blue and purple flask before beckoning you to straddle him. You were up on your knees with your hands clutching his shoulders. It was a position you had not been expecting, though you weren’t really aware of what positions where normally used in this sort of situation.

The white-haired man leaned forward and began to lap at your neck, both hands moving to cup your cold breasts. He pressed them together before rolling and squeezing them. You moaned softly when his cold thumbs began to rub your nipples. His lapping turned into opened mouth kisses as he made his way down your unpainted collarbone and to your breast, where he had conveniently, rubbed the ink off of your skin. That cold appendage left a wet trail from the top of your left breast to the underside before he enveloped a nipple and vigorously sucked. A higher pitched moan escaped you and you tightened your grip on his shoulders.

Before he switched to the right breast, he poured some of the liquid from the blue and purple flask into his hand and rubbed the fluid against your sex. He nipped at the pebbled bud in his mouth and smeared the fluid into your soft tissue thoroughly. With a breathy groan you bucked into his hand. The water god poured more into his palm and made sure to coat his fingers before pushing them into you. You leaned back on your haunches a bit, giving him better access to your insides, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that the fluid was warming up the more he worked it in.

“Mmm,” you bit your lip and glanced at his cock. It had risen back to hardness and your inner walls clenched at the thought.

Tobirama chuckled breathlessly, “That eager to be stuffed full of me, hm?”

He removed his fingers from your entrance, and you whined. His cock visibly throbbed at the sound. The water god poured more of the fluid into his hand and began to rub it along his member. The substance was also a bit viscous but lighter in color than the one you’d been drinking. “Get back into the previous position, little girl. I’m about to split you open.”

Swallowing nervously, you straddled him again, and your grip on his shoulders had your knuckles turning white. With his none lubricated hand placed on your hip, and his other keeping his length in position, he began to slowly bring your down onto him. The blunt tip felt good as he rubbed it against your entrance and clit, it had relaxed you enough for you to try to sink down on it.

The tip felt impossibly wide as it popped inside. “Relax, if you tense up it’ll make things more difficult.”

Relax, you told yourself. Easier said than done. You closed your eyes and sunk down further. The stretch burned and you bit your bottom lip. Only when you pressed down a little more did Tobirama let out a groan of pleasure. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Just like that. Good girl.”

The praise made you want to try harder, so you took more of him in at once than you should’ve. It knocked the wind out of you, his blunt head hit against the spongey part in your walls that made your toes curl. He panted and removed his hand, no longer needing it to hold himself in place, instead he placed it on your other hip to try to ease your burden. Your hands shook, it was painful but pleasurable all at once, the feeling was almost too much. “Halfway there.”

Only halfway? You whined again as you tried to take in more of him; the whine only grew in volume as he rubbed against the most sensitive parts of your inner walls. His eyes were narrowed in on where your bodies connected, the sharp red was filled with undeniable desire as he watched your being swallow him. “Look at how well you’re taking me.”

“Lord Tobirama,” you groaned as you sunk down further. Your entire body flinched when he hit against a part of you that felt wrong. “Nn, I can’t take in anymore.”

“You were being such a good girl. There’s no need to worry, only a bit more to go.”

“I can’t. I—” you cut yourself off as you attempted to do as asked but felt that same intensity. You shook your head. Before you had fully adjusted to the fullness, Tobirama began to raise you up and down along his length. It felt like heaven and hell in one place. Every time his blunt head hit against that spot it tried to push a little harder against it. Your legs trembled, your brain too pleasure fogged to try and ride him. When he started to thrust up as he brought you down, you swore.

“You don’t ever want me to leave this hole do you? You’re sucking me in, trying to take me in deeper despite saying that you couldn’t. But look,” he grunted with exertion, and you felt a telltale pop as he pushed past the barrier. It hurt, it felt wonderful, it was too much. Your body began to spasm and your vision blurred. The highest pitched noise you’d ever made escaped your lungs and you clawed at his back, leaning forward against his chest to try to gain some relief from the feeling. Tobirama shivered against you.

His grip on your hips was bruising as he continued to bring you up and down, sinking deeper then he ever should’ve. You were a mess, tears welled in the corners of your eyes and you felt stupid. All you could do was moan and whine like a bitch in heat. “If I cum inside we’ll be tied forever, do you want that?”

You nodded, the pressure in your lower belly about to burst.

“I’ll sow my seed inside you,” he panted, his thrusts and pulls increasing in speed. You bounced up and down on his lap at an erratic pace. Tobirama continued to ramble. “You’ll take every last drop. The thought of you with milk swollen breasts and a round belly is enough to drive me insane. You’re my precious little broodmare. Fuck!” His curse was punctuated by a particularly hard thrust, one that smashed your clit down onto his pelvic bone and caused you to reach your peak. You felt a rush of fluid leave you and you whimpered as oversensitivity set in almost immediately.

“Such a good—” he thrust two more times and gasped as he reached his own end. There was a distinctive rush of cold as he came inside you. It felt like a lot. You bit your bottom lip and pressed your forehead into his shoulder as he relaxed his grip on your hips. The two of you remained like that for a while, basking in the post orgasm bliss. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead gently.

Exhaustion began to swallow your form but before you could completely give in he spun you around to face the throne. He remained inside of you, his member twitching and spunk leaking from you and dripping down his sack. You whimpered when he leaned your back against his chest and angled your body so that you could watch your combined fluids run down his darkened flesh. “We’re not finished,” he supplied before he gripped your hips once more with just as much force.

Tobirama bounced you like you weighed nothing, the new angle giving you a clear view of the indentation he was making inside of you. You placed your hands over it and felt him practically pulse both inside and in your hands. Your mouth dropped open. As he worked you open, again and again, more of his cold sperm fell out of your center and stained his skin and the marbled stone. “Look at what you’re wasting,” he grunted, one of his hands crept down to tease your oversensitive nub and cause you to flinch with every motion of his fingers. “I’ll have to use something to plug you when we’re done. You don’t want to waste anymore, do you?”

Drool began to drip down the sides of your open mouth as you threw your head back against his shoulder, your hands rubbed against your own skin as they pressed back against him. It made you feel him harder; it made him rub you more. Your entire being felt like it would explode, your brain too stimulated to comprehend his question. “Ffffn,” you felt like your brain had gone numb. “Haaa, ahn.”

“Hm?” He brought his hand away from your abused nub and up to grip your chin. The water god turned your face toward him and his slick covered thumb swept across your exposed tongue and abused lips. “Have I fucked you stupid?”

He pressed his thumb down on your tongue so that you couldn’t speak. You tasted the mixture of his and your own cum on his precious thumb and you felt that same gush of fluid leave you. Your entire being thrummed, your heart felt like it might explode, you wanted to thrash and to move away from him to lessen the intensity, but you couldn’t. His grip was too strong and all you could do was cry and whimper as you came again almost immediately after from his continued thrusts and blunt cock head against the very back of your womb. “My dumb little sacrifice,” he groaned. “A perfect little child maker. Spray me one more time, worship me with you entire being.”

His fingers left your mouth and he readjusted you to bend forward in his lap. The tears that had formed began to stream down your face as you shook your head. How could you explode again? Your essence had already sprung from you like a fountain; you couldn’t possibly do it again. Tobirama held you in place by your wrists, keeping you bent over and facing away. Noises you had never made before fell from your throat and squelched from your sex. You heard him grunt in effort and felt the weight of his sack hit against your angry clit once before you convulsed and sprayed again. “Mmm, good girl.”

You felt his cold semen as it burst inside of you once more. It collected in your womb like a pool and furthered your convulsions. He brought you back to his lap and rubbed your aching arms as you continued to shake, and he continued to cum inside of you. Despite the copious amounts of sweat and other fluids caked to both your skin and his all you could feel was the weight of his sperm inside of you and the cold it gave off. “Very good girl,” he muttered against your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

After an unknown amount of time you finally stopped whimpering and shaking, and your tears seemed to dry up. You were parched and sore but you managed to place your hands against the arms that held you once you felt a bit more grounded. You cleared your throat in attempts to get your mind off of the cold that permeated through you and the nervousness that his still rigid member, which remained in your depths, brought forth. “Did that give you enough power to save the village?” Your voice was so hoarse, so overused and abused, but the worst part was the obvious exhaustion.

The effort it took to stay awake to wait for his answer became too great and your eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. Your brain, exceedingly thankful for the much-needed break, turned off almost instantly and you slumped completely in his arms. The rumble of his chest as he began to answer was all you were able to register before total exhaustion embraced you.

“Little mortal,” he began. “There is much more worship to be had.”

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Hashirama||Madara

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fangxin-guoshi · 8 months

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I love how we get madara's story from 3 drastically different perspectives based on their personal relationship with him. Really helps solidify where he stands in the Narutoverse.

Itachi, as a distant clan member, described Madara as this cold, pure evil man who relentlessly sought power at any cost, even if it meant stealing izuna's eyes. Even though we all know that rumor isn't true, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that Itachi wasn't deliberately lying to Sasuke during their battle and was just telling him genuinely what he thought had happened (considering Itachi didn't even know that tobito wasn't actually Madara, he probably didn't know much abt Madara beyond standard clan rumors and the mangekyou)

Obito tells madara's story in a very.... disconnected(?) way. It feels like he's reading it from a history textbook. He summarizes the events in madara's life without ever going into specific detail (he talks abt the Uchiha and senju signing the ceasefire agreement but doesn't seem to be aware of the whole ultimatum situation that Madara had with hashirama) I would consider this perspective the most neutral.

Hashirama, while telling the story, not only covered the events told by Obito, but also the emotional element and details of what had happened (and also other additional scenes pertaining to their relationship). He emphasizes constantly that Madara is a kind, loving person who had spiraled down toward a path of evil after the most important person in his life (izuna) died. He focuses on the positive parts of Madara and is obviously biased towards him. He's probably both the most biased and accurate out of all three of madara's "storytellers".

What i REALLY want is madara's perspective. Unlike a lot of the villains in Naruto, he doesn't dwell on the things that happened in his past, not monologue Abt them. The closest we ever got was hims stabbing tobirama a bunch as petty revenge for izuna. I would give anything for a oneshot or lightnovel of the events of madara's life from his own perspective especially with his relationship with izuna. I want to know the exact conversation he and izuna had abt the promise he made him to use izuna's eyes to protect their clan. I want to see Madara reunited with izuna after he dies in that weird blue sparkly in-between death place.

This is so unorganized I just love this hedgehog man sm-

#naruto #anime #anime and manga #madara uchiha #hashirama senju #itachi uchiha #obito uchiha #character analysis #brainrot

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asukaskerian · 2 months

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monthly word count - february

TOTAL: 7 422 words. progress! thank u meme friends.

POSTED: ( !! there is something for once!!!!) -Foretold by the Gods Scum villain's self-saving system - mobei-jun/shang qinghua arranged marriage (1 899 words) -To End a War - grimmichihime arranged marriage AU (2 089 words)

IN PROGRESS -cherry wine (2 783 words) (damn tobi, it was supposed to be a SNIPPET) -bleach suburban ot4 (651 words)

I am. Satisfied. It's still not a huge wordcount but lots of progress on cherry wine and TWO oneshots posted!!! gasp.

-- cherry wine -- A very small price for building trust with the Uchiha, he reminded himself. Hashirama was going to be so annoyingly happy at him.

"No. Don't tell me. Go tell the target."

Hanazura looked troubled. "Ah... Hairball guy?"

-- Note to self, do not choke. "... Yes."

"Uh. Hm. Hmmmm. Okay, that's another mission though. For the shooting the messenger aspect and other difficulties."

"You already negotiated for risks associated with the -- hm. Hairball clan."

It was very good that Muneharu-kun did not report directly to his brother. Hgh. Embarrassing.

"Yeah," Hanazura said, and then nothing else. Her dog looked up and said laconically, "One more mission."

... Tobirama really wanted to know what they had found out.

He had already decided not to ask, though. "A small mission."

"... Uuuugh. Hrm. Fine. I already fleeced you with the initial price anyway. Customer service!"

Muneharu-kun looked more incredulous with every passing second. Tobirama snorted at them both. Ridiculous children. "Fine. Sold." He took a kunai stamped with the Senju crest from his pouch and passed it to her. "For his and his brother's ears only. Tell them who hired you. I'll be seeing your clan head when you're done."

"Yessir, going straight away! Ooh boy. Fun. If I die my mom will have your liver for a snack, okay?"

"Fair. Go."

-- suburban ot4 --

"They're being weird, right."

Nelliel's whisper is as quiet as she can make it, coming out from the corner of her smiling mouth. Hime is buckling the kid into his booster seat and Ichigo fussing with the futon mattress to fit into the trunk, and they're not exactly not speaking, but--

"No idea what you're talking about," Grimmjow deadpans, and goes digging into his ear with his pinky, eyelids bored-low. Yeah, he's lying. She elbows him; he narrows his eyes. "Dibs on the front seat."

"Dickhead. Dibs on Hime's lap, so there." It wasn't even a serious contest; he's too tall to share the backseat unless Hime sits on his lap, and she might combust first.

It'd be cute, mind. Orihime gets so flustered. Grimmjow making his smoldering bedroom eyes at her with his chin hooked on her shoulder, hands on Hime's -- ooookay, the random pangs of horny can fuck off to the same place the random vomit crises and pee emergencies have been going, actually. Barring full on military campaigns her crotch is out of reach under Planet Baby Bump and it can stop sending her updates any day now.

Grimmjow folds himself into the front seat without ever replying to her, which is only one more clue that she is right and things are weird.

#teaser #ABO quest

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hashirama-of-the-forest · 2 years

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Stay Please

A sneak peak of a oneshot I'm working on based on this art by @amgeryporcupine

“Are you out of your fucki-!”

Tobirama didn’t allow Madara to finish his sentence. Using his superior body mass, he threw himself forward and pushed Madara through the innocent shoji doors and into his bedroom. The Uchiha was at a disadvantage within the winding halls and intricately sealed rooms of the Senju estate.

Madara hit the soft bed with an oof and his hands were already up in a guard when Tobirama closed in on him. He threw his legs up and one locked around his waist and the other around his neck. It was very telling that Madara was not using chakra enhanced strength or ninjutsu to get out of the hold. Tobirama interlaced their hands and shoved Madara’s arms to the bed beside his head.

“Senj-!”

Tobirama closed the distance between them and the soft plushness of Madara’s lips gave way to sharp teeth cutting a line into his own. He didn’t give up though, a little pain was inconsequential compared to the chaos that the Uchiha would go on to forge with his own two hands.

A quiet fell upon them in the wake of their tussel. Tobirama hadn’t exactly thought this through, however, no one would be thinking rationally after reading the scroll he had.

When Madara’s teeth unclenched, Tobirama pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. They were alight with the sharingan and too many emotions to count.

“What do you want from me?” He asked through blood stained lips.

The Senju sensed that he was hanging from a rope over a cliff and Madara was holding scissors. What he said next would determine the fate of the ninja world.

“I don’t want anything from you,” he licked a droplet of blood from his lip. “I want you.”

Madara’s face broke into something vulnerable and he averted his eyes to the ceiling, brow crinkling.

Tobirama didn’t allow that and released one hand to grab Madara’s chin and tilt his face so they were looking at each other again. He stared into those deadly sharingan eyes unflinchingly.

All at once, Tobirama thought of how the Uchiha clan members spoke of him, how he was not greeted on the street like Hashirama was despite being as much a figurehead in the creation of the village, and the betrayal that he must feel at the heart of it all.

He must feel so alone.

“I need you.”

Madara scoffed, but there wasn’t true fire behind it, just confusion and disbelief. “So the rumors are true. You Senju are insatiable horndogs.”

“Can you blame me?” Tobirama cracked a smile and pointedly gave him a once over. The tease had the desired effect and Madara’s chakra settled into something less volatile. He had never thought of Madara as cute, but the way the Uchiha blushed, pouted, and looked away was nothing but.

It probably should have been embarrassing how easily the Senju’s words lowered his hackles. After living so long alone and hated, it was like a balm on his soul and he felt a sense of calm he hadn’t in a long time.

“You didn’t need to kidnap me to tell me this.” Madara grumbled, flicking his gaze back to glare at the smiling Senju.

“I’ll admit that I panicked. I don’t want to lose you.”

Tobirama’s words were as precise and deadly as his water dragon.

“Is this some sort of trick?” The harshness of Madara’s voice was to distract from the wound Tobirama had just found.

“No, it isn’t.” Tobirama leaned back onto his knees and Madara propped himself up onto his elbows, almost as if following him.

The Uchiha glared at him hard, trying to figure out if he should be trusted or not. He eventually settled on, “if I find out you are manipulating me, I will cut you in half with my susanoo blade.”

“Deal.”

Madara grabbed Tobirama’s shirt and yanked him down for a real kiss.

#madara #tobirama #my writing #tobimada #madatobi

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lossie92 · 2 years

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A snippet from a mdtb oneshot I'm trying to wrap up called The Least of Clues. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: canon-typical violence

Even some of his own clansmen are afraid of him, so it isn’t shocking to realise Senju Tobirama is scared of him too. In fact, it is a logical reaction.

Madara thinks idly that even with his chakra reserves at their best, Tobirama would have had a very hard time fighting, never mind winning against him. Some would say it is his pride speaking, that he is full of hubris and should show more respect towards his opponents by not underestimating them. The thing is Madara does respect Tobirama, greatly so. The younger man is undeniably intelligent, resourceful, quick on his feet, and very skilled with a blade.

It’s his experience, not pride or disrespect, that tells him he would have won.

He did it once already, after all, and he knows he can do it again.

Izuna was on a mission and Hashirama had gone to visit his then fiancee and now wife, Mito, in Uzushio. The only person each of them could fight that day was each other and so Madara had crossed blades with Tobirama for the first and only time, wondering how his brother’s rival measured up to Hashirama.

The fight was over before it really started.

Madara remembers how thin and brittle Tobirama’s wrists had felt in his hold when he had pinned him down to the muddy ground. He remembers seeing blood dripping from a busted lip and a bruise forming high on Tobirama’s cheek, and looking into pretty red eyes full of terror and determination both. He remembers thinking that all it would take to keep his brother safe would be to reach out, wrap his fingers around Tobirama’s neck and squeeze.

In the end he had let Tobirama go when nobody was looking, unable to kill someone so much weaker than himself.

If the other, more truthful reason is that he cannot fathom killing Hashirama's little brother… Well, nobody needs to know that, do they?

Later he thinks some people would have regretted this show of mercy, especially when a few months after their fight Tobirama’s blade struck true and led to Izuna’s most grievous injury.

He doesn’t though.

Because Izuna is fine in the end and Tobirama is alive, and the village is coming together, and Madara knows none of it would have been possible if he had made a different choice that day.

If the price he has to pay for the peace and the village he had always wanted is Tobirama’s fear, well deserved as it is, then so be it.

#mdtb #madatobi #madara #tobirama #wip #work in progress #naruto #naruto founders #lossie writes #clues verse

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luchicm04 · 1 month

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Teacher's Pet

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Summary: That wasn’t the kind of relationship they should have, no. He shouldn’t look at her that way, nor should she allow the blush to spread across her pale face every time their eyes met. She was the student; he was the teacher. This was the only relationship they should have. They should, but in practice, it wasn’t like that.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Hyuuga Hinata

Word count: 2.4k

Overall warnings: mature language, alcoholism, angst, fluff, smut😈

This is the first translation I made. All characters belong to Naruto, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it.

A/N: The lyrics come from this song. Hope you like it <3

posted on ao3

Teacher's Pet

Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student

Pouty, pretty, cute, and she bit her lip back to him

Chewing on her nails and her pens while she’s dreaming of him

And he’s fucking in sin (you know he is)

That wasn’t the kind of relationship they should have, no. He shouldn’t look at her that way, nor should she allow the blush to spread across her pale face every time their eyes met. She was the student; he was the teacher. This was the only relationship they should have. They should, but in practice, it wasn’t like that.

“Brat...” The hoarse voice sounded throughout the empty classroom at that moment. The girl with pearly eyes was the only one who remained there. They knew how wrong it was, but they could no longer stop.

“Sensei...” she whispered as she sat at the table facing the platinum, who was sitting in his chair. If anyone saw them at that moment, they would certainly be in serious trouble.

“You’re a very hot brat," he said and soon, he was sliding his hands up the woman’s bare legs while pulling her into a passionate kiss. But who said they cared...

Senju Tobirama was a tall man, with an athletic body. His facial expressions were strong and ended up attracting attention wherever he went. His red eyes carried an air of danger that was extremely exciting to most women at that university, and his gray hair gave the man an even more charming look. Tobirama was a professor of business law. One of the youngest at the university, by the way. Very strict and had an unquestionable attitude, with his face always stoic, extremely serious and focused on his duty.

He was very pragmatic and self-centered. However, all his self-control disappeared when he laid his reddish eyes on the girl with pearl eyes and long blue hair. He adored the girl’s uncontrollable nature, admired her intelligence and the shrewd sparkle that her pearly eyes always displayed when she won an argument in class. He felt his blood turn into pure lava when he looked at her and there was a teasing smile on her lips, or when she provocatively bit the tip of the pen or her own lips, just to tease him even more.

She said: It’s for all the right reasons, baby

Don’t care ‘bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don’t call me crazy

You love me, but you won’t come save me

She knew how wrong it was to get involved with the Senju. Damn it, he was her teacher and she always reproached herself for that. They tried not to interact that way, but the more time passed and they stayed away from each other, the more unsustainable their relationship at college. She would never mingle with him for mere grades, no, she was one of the most intelligent girls in the class. What made her get closer and closer to Tobirama was the growing tension between them. It was much more than a physical issue, but she refused to tell him that.

“Do you think I didn’t notice the looks between you and Tobirama-sensei?” The pinkette’s voice was extremely irritating, even more when she really wanted to screw her ex-friend.

“You’re crazy, Haruno,” she said with a sneer on her red painted lips.

“He’s a teacher, your teacher...” The pinkette insisted while slamming one of her hands on the table where the Hyūga was. She hated Hinata’s smug smile.

“You are angry because I am better than you.” Her angelic face did not hide her pretentious and even a little arrogant expression.

“This is going to go terribly wrong, Hyūga. Be careful,” the other said, pointing her finger at the brunette in front of her.

“Don’t try to threaten me, Haruno. Do you think you aren’t on thin ice?” she said, getting even closer to the girl in front of her, and then whispering evilly in her ear. “Have you forgotten what you and Kakashi-sensei did in the locker room last year? Well, I haven’t.” A sideways smile adorned the girl’s pretty face.

“What’s going on here?” Tobirama had just entered the classroom when he noticed the uneasiness that existed between the two girls. Even though their voices were nothing more than a whisper, he knew that little smile on the Hyuuga’s lips meant only one thing: trouble.

“Nothing is happening. Isn’t that right, Haruno?” The cynicism in Hinata’s voice was visible and her entire body posture bordered on discomfort, as well as the anger she was feeling.

“It’s... um... yeah, nothing’s happening,” Sakura faltered. Her face betrayed her astonishment at the teacher’s appearance, but her green eyes sparkled with pure hatred for Hinata.

“Very well. Miss Haruno, if there is nothing to discuss, you can leave,” he stated sharply. He knew what the feud between Sakura and Hinata was like, and he would never fall for Haruno’s conversations. His heart beat stronger for Hinata, although he wasn’t prepared to say so at the moment.

“Of course, I’ll leave you with your favorite student,” she said ironically, and quickly left the room.

“Bitch!” he heard Hinata scream as soon as Haruno left the room, and raised his eyebrows, looking curiously at his girl who had her face red with anger.

“Come here, brat,” he called and saw her look at him accusingly. There was a crease between her well-shaped eyebrows.

“Fuck you, Tobirama,” she exclaimed irritably. Just as she was turned on by his self-control, she was also very easily angered by the coldness he sometimes displayed.

He smirked. He adored his girl’s uncontrollable nature. He approached her, who was pacing back and forth cursing at Haruno, and held her tightly around her waist.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Teacher’s pet

If I’m so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret the things we shared that I’ll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I’m young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn’t last, but fuck you, don’t you leave me here

Teacher’s pet

If I’m so special, why am I secret?

Yes, she loved losing herself in Tobirama’s arms. She loved it when his strong arms squeezed her waist and he thrust deep inside her. She loved it when his experienced tongue ran through her body, giving her even more pleasure. But she also loved Tobirama. His rare smiles, the passionate way in which he spoke about his dreams, his serene face when she rarely woke up next to him and could admire his features while still sleeping. She knew it was wrong to fall in love with Tobirama, but all aspects of his soul contributed to becoming infatuated with him, and she wanted more...

“Tobi?” she started, out a little insecure. That was one of the days when she slept with him at his house, away from the constraints that technically prohibited them from having a relationship. She was laying on his chest and made small caresses with her fingertips on Tobirama’s naked torso, while enjoying the soft strokes he made on her hair.

“What is it?” he asked softly, his voice betraying how much he was enjoying that moment there beside her.

“I’m going to leave your class...” she said uncertainly. She felt when he stopped caressing her and walked away, sitting with her back to him. “We can try...” a relationship she wanted to say, but she didn’t have the courage yet.

“You know we can’t,” he stated seriously, observing her bare back and the way she clutched the sheets that were balled up next to her.

“If I left your class, there wouldn’t be any problems,” she insisted.

“We can’t,” he repeated. He wanted more than anything to have a serious relationship with her, he wanted to be able to shout from the rooftops that that woman was his, but he in no way wanted to tarnish her image or disrupt her life.

“You won’t harm me, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said turning to him.

“Hinata, no,” he said a little nervously, and saw her get up. “Hinata...”

“No, it’s okay... I’ll leave.” She quickly searched for her clothes.

“You don’t have to go,” he tried, feeling his heart tightening in his chest.

“I do, Tobirama...” A lump of tears formed in her throat. She heard him mutter a denial, but she still didn’t dare look at him. “I need to go. I can’t stay like this anymore.”

“Hinata...” He held onto her wrist. He didn’t want to let her go.

“I love you, Tobirama. I can’t go on with this anymore.” She turned, looking at his surprised face. She felt it when he let go of her wrist, confirming only what she already thought: Tobirama didn’t feel the same and so, that’s why she left.

You liar, you were her desire

Now she wants to light you on fire

But fuck it, she’ll still call you

And a lighter when you wanna get high

And mess around ‘til you get numb

She said: It’s for all the right reasons, baby

Don’t care ‘bout grades, just call me your lady

He hadn’t seen her in two weeks. He knew she had changed classes and he realized that she hir around campus to avoid running into him, and that made him feel like an idiot. He asked himself all the time: Why had he not opened his heart to her? Why didn’t he explain his fears so that they could find a better solution together? He felt like a coward.

After three weeks without seeing her, he already felt all the symptoms of an addict in withdrawal. He needed her, he needed to tell her that he loved her too and that he wanted to try. And he was astonished when he saw her number flash on the screen on his cell phone, finding it strange that she was calling him at that time. After all, it was already 2 a.m. on a Saturday. He answered it.

“Look at that! That breaker answered me...” Her voice was clearly that of a drunk person.

“Where are you?” he asked irritably and got even more irritated by her loud laugh.

“Why do you care? You don’t love me...” she said, running over the words. “You hurt me, Tobi, and I’m really, really drunk.” Again, she laughed out loud, and he left like the most wretched human being in the world for making his girl suffer.

“I’ll pick you up, tell me where you are!” he insisted seriously.

“You are very annoying. I’m close to college...” she said, and he quickly hung up.

He hurriedly went towards the place she said she was. It was her favorite bar, and he saw that she was sitting there with her head lying on the counter, her cheeks reddened from excessive alcohol and her loud voice practically begging the bartender to serve another dose for her. He hated himself even more, because he knew that all of this was his and his cowardice's fault.

“Hime...” he whispered, placing his hand under her shoulder. Then, he noticed that her pearly eyes were blinking more and more slowly. He turned to the bartender, handing over some money to pay for her drinks, and as soon as he was with her in his arms, he realized that she had fallen asleep when she had offered no resistance.

It didn’t take long to arrive at his house, and she was still unconscious. He removed her tight clothes and swiftly put one of his t-shirts on her small body, and then he laid her on his bed. With her there beside him, he wondered how that woman could have become so important to him. Unconsciously, he snuggled her body to his.

Don’t care ‘bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass, will you give me your babies?

Don’t call me crazy

You love me

Her head hurt like hell. She closed her eyes, trying to dispel the discomfort that the brightness of the place caused her and felt strong arms tighten around her body even more. She took a deep breath, feeling the intense perfume that she knew very well. It all came back to her mind. Damn it! She cursed, remembering that she had called Tobirama and said those shameful words to him. “Shit!”

So much for going on in her mind. His rejection, the fact that he hadn’t even once looked for her... her chest hurt so much. She tried to free herself from his arms. She didn’t want him to see her there, nor for him to see that she was running away from him, but she couldn’t bear to have only half of him, the one that wanted her body. She felt him tighten his grip around her and heard him grumble about her moving too much. She really wanted to take advantage of that moment, but she couldn’t, because she didn’t want to have her feelings broken by him anymore.

“Stay, let’s talk,” he said, feeling her movement. He had been awake for some time.

“Tobirama...” she would make a lame excuse and try to get out of there, but she was stopped by him.

“I was an idiot. That night, I should have told you that I loved you too, and that all I wanted was to be able to tell everyone you were mine. I was worried about ending up tarnishing your resume, tarnishing your image... I’m sorry, Hime, please. I’m almost going crazy without you...” He knew he only had one chance to say everything he felt for her, and that he could never miss that moment. He felt her beautiful body shudder in his arms and heard her soft sigh. He knew she was crying.

An incredible happiness coursed through her body. The time they spent apart was painful for her, and when she looked into his crimson eyes, she knew it wasn't different for him.

“You don’t know how much I missed you, but I was a coward... forgive me, Hinata,” he asked again.

“I... I love you too, Tobi...” She wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging his warm body and breathing in his perfume. She missed being with him so much. Soon, he pulled her body onto his, seeking her soft lips in a passionate kiss, which demonstrated how much he missed her.

“You’re not running away from me anymore, hot brat.” He squeezed her waist, moving her body under his so that she could feel his excitement. She moaned and brought her lips closer to his face.

“I don’t want to run away, I want you to fuck me, sensei...” she said in a whisper close to his ear, and then left a bite on his neck.

“With pleasure.”

Teacher’s pet

#senju tobirama #hinata hyuuga #haruno sakura #tobirama x hinata #tobihina #smut #oneshot #songfic #modern au #teacher x student #romance #alcohlism #I love dark!Hinata #Toby is a hotty #Take that Sakura (jk I like u)

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