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Spread Thin - Founders

Synopsis: Trying to save a relationship that seemed almost bound to fail

Content Includes: Smut, bird brain behavior

A/n: Hiii, my name is Jae and I’m getting into fanfics after years. I’m 22, in college and I want to start writing on my free time. I read some founder content on here and now it’s gone so I wanted to give it a try. Enjoy 💜

Hashirama Senju:

You had been staring at the invitation for nearly 5 minutes now. You’re Invited. Hashirama Senju and Mito Uzumaki. A marriage of alliance, the clan from Uzushiogakure were fading more and more on a daily.

“You’re not considering going, are you?” Hana, your older sister asked.

“I’m not sure, why?” You said, closing the invitation.

“He’s your former lover and you’re going to show up to his wedding? That’s a bit scandalous, don’t you think?” She frowned.

“He’s literally Hokage, and he said we’d always be friends,” you mumbled.

“And yet here you are, 10 months later avoiding him like the plague,” she said, making you roll your eyes, walking away.

Hashirama had been a sensitive subject for months, since the breakup. Perhaps it was because you weren’t together for a few short months, but a two year long relationship. You were a baker, oftentimes giving away the left over bread at the end of the day to families in need.

When he heard, he immediately visited, he was the most upbeat shinobi you’d ever personally met. He told you about his and Madara’s plans for Konoha, and that it had been decided he’d be Hokage and he wanted to provide the materials for you to feed everyone. You didn’t think you could do it, but he had a way of persuading and motivating others.

The event turned out wonderful and everyone seemed to enjoy your baked goods. So much so that Hashirama came back the next day to praise you and gush about how happy he was it all turned out well. Seeing each other, outside of work related concerns, came naturally, he didn’t want the village or clan to build any rumors, so it was never public. However, he always managed to sneak away from responsibilities, coming to your shop, you’d close and share lunch, conversation and eventually kisses.

What began to bloom, it was far from perfect, he was unreliable, unattainable to a certain degree. He had stood you up plenty of times because of work, went on missions without even saying anything and had you completely oblivious, even asked you to bake for events instead of spending time together.

It hurt, but it was impossible to stay angry with him long. He would beat himself up about it, apologizing sincerely, promising that someday, it will be different.

After one year together, he was more than sure you’d be the woman he married. You never held onto hope before like you did with him. Your life had changed in many ways. While to the public knew you both to be close associates, only his closest shinobi knew you were his. He had moved your home and shop closer to the Senju compound. A bigger place, but less privacy, he was only a mile away, he showed up whenever he wanted.

He came almost daily, even if it was only a few minutes. You anticipated and yearned for your secret quickies and passionate kisses. To be held by him for only a moment. To forget that Konoha existed and you came after her.

By a year and a half, your love was spreading thin. There was no change, only a wish that he could change. He wanted to publicly parade you, marry you with a lavish wedding, have an army of babies with you. He just couldn’t, not right now. Not when peace was still a fragile concept, when there was much war and bloodshed. Just keep hope, and he will keep his word, he always told you.

Then the rumors came, Uzumaki coming to the village. The clan was increasingly hunted for decades, and at last they were turning to their distant cousins. Everyone was talking about her, Mito, the beautiful matriarch had been seen speaking to the Senju clan head and first Hokage. There were no words that could describe the way your stomach dropped.

Kissing your lips softly, you moaned, as his hips went deeper. He lifted one leg, putting it on his shoulder, kissing your calf.

“You look beautiful,” he smiled, as you moaned louder. “Getting so wet, pretty girl” he whispered.

Rubbing your clit, he rolled his hips, he was deep, stretching you wide. Your fingers interlocked with one of his hands. Your own eyes rolling back as words came out mixed with gibberish. The sex always felt life changing, he was like a god, bestowing a piece of attention onto you and you crumbled for it every time. Your orgasm was intense as ever, as he moaned and whimpered, filling you up, kissing you deeply.

Pulling out, he caught your feet easily and kissed them and sucked your tongues, making you laugh, which made him smile. The memory made you clench your thighs.

“There has been talks about you…getting pretty close with Mito Uzumaki” you said quietly, catching your breath.

You watched in real time as his smile slowly dropped and his head followed.

“The Uzumaki, they are practically being hunted, especially the women and children and they are of the same blood as Senju”

“Are they moving to Kono-

“The elders, are proposing an alliance” he said, beating around the bush, making you sit up.

“Marriage,” you corrected him, sharply.

“Yes,” he said, with a reaction that seemed like it hurt to even say that.

“You’re marrying her and you’re here fucking me, telling me we’ll be together?” You scoff in disbelief.

“Don’t say it like that. There is always hope. I’ll tell Mito, she’ll understand what we have. We can hire you as a staff member, and-“

“Do you hear yourself, Hashirama?” Your voice cracked.

“Y/n, please…try to understand…peace…it is the most important mission in our lives, for the future generations, so our children and grandchildren aren’t seeing death at the same numbers that we’ve had to see. So they can dream and chase after those dreams and hope they come true”

“And what about me?” You asked, his eyes watered with guilt.

“I love you, don’t you know that?” He said, but you shook your head.

“Not enough to put me first”

“The village-“ he started, but he couldn’t finish, not when he knew you were so close to the truth.

“I’m sorry, Y/n…I’m trying, I just-there’s too much on the line, to prioritize my wants. I’d choose the village over madara, if it came down to it” he stressed. Pulling the sheet over your breast. Staring at him in disbelief, your mouth hung open.

“Then what is the point of this? Two years, Hashirama,” you were getting choked up.

“I want you, Y/n. Don’t ever doubt it, I just need you to have hope” his voice cracked, his forehead resting against yours. Before he kissed you, deeply. The two of you laid down, and he held you the rest of the night, as if you’d slip away.

Four months was exactly how long you lasted before you were forced to let him go. He was releasing you, as he put it. You deserved more and he couldn’t continue to let the woman he loved to wait for him. Hope. It always had been a false dream that was told to civilians to make them hold on, all along. Important men didn’t have the privilege to truly indulge in promises for long, and that included Hashirama Senju.

“Lord First, you have a guest,” his retainer spoke.

“Let them in,” he smiled brightly.

He began to stand, but he froze as you walked in. Clearing his throat, he stood up straighter, fixing his robe.

“Y/n, it’s wonderful to see you. You look…you look beautiful as always” he said sincerely.

“Hashirama,” you said, pulling the invitation out, sitting it on the desk.

“I can’t,” you continued. He visibly gulped, clenching his jaw.

“Are you sure? The reception won’t be nearly as lively without-

“Don’t. Please. This isn’t easy for me,” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Even now, I am selfish. I know you deserve more, but I just want you close, to protect you,” he said quietly.

“I know, that is what you do best,” you smiled, wiping the tears before they could fall.

“I just wanted to make sure everyone was safe, that I could give peace and-

“Hope, I know” his breath caught and for a moment he looked like he would cry himself.

“Well. You came all this way just to refuse my invite, surely that isn’t all, what can I do for you?” he change the subject, clearing his throat.

“I wanted to request and escort, I am leaving Konoha”

“What? Why?”

“I’m seeing the world, there’s so much for me to see, so many people to meet” his eyes softened, and he crossed his arms.

“You’ll really do that and have me stressed all the way out here,” he said, making her laugh.

“Isn’t that in the job description of hokage, ‘make sure to stress about your pretty ex girlfriends?’” You teased, making him laugh.

“Of course,” he agreed, watching you begin to turn to leave.

“Y/n…take care, and you’re always welcome to come back” he said, his heart was pounding, watching the love of his life leaving, and there was nothing he could do.

Unable to say goodbye, feeling the pain and tears sitting in your throat, you blew a kiss and turned away. You kept walking, choosing to not look back, leaving behind the life you almost had. Madara Uchiha:

“You missed date night…again,” you clenched your jaw, crossing your arms. Madara stared at you plainly, and brushed past you, letting himself into your small home.

“I’ve been sitting through hours of meetings, don’t start,” he said, removing his armor. Huffing, you followed behind him.

Always so blunt, Madara never pretended. It was one of the qualities that made you fall for him. He had been returning from a long mission when he and you crossed paths. You were only half Uchiha, and a seamstress. You lived outside of the compound and had started a business with your best friend, Ume.

He’d seen you struggling to pull the heavy wagon of material and immediately took over. You thanked him, but you were a bit disappointed. You’d heard so many things and yet, he didn’t even dress like a clan head. Catching you staring he asked, “What are you looking at?” and you said how cheap his clothes looked for a clan head, he blew up like dynamite.

That warring state pride and arrogance of his era was loud, boastful, and hilariously adorable. You laughed at his yelling, and immediately offered to mend what war had ruined of his robe. You didn’t even think he’d show up, until he did, arms crossed, disgusted by all of the pink everywhere.

You began seeing each other. No labels, no word indicating where this was headed. Just passion. He was intense, brilliant, and extremely intentional. He had priorities and plans. He had just lost his last brother, and he had duty, his people, his clan, who still depended on him.

Konoha and Peace were at the top, along with continuing being one of the strongest. It didn’t take long to realize you weren’t as important as you thought you were.

He’d disappear for days to weeks, at a time. He came back around when he felt like it. He didn’t even have to show his face, you felt the eyes of his clan, watching for him, while he was too busy to do it. There were even rumors of different women, because the arrogant leader was a handsome bachelor and the elders wanted him with a Uchiha woman.

You’d argue, but he wasn’t like other men. He didn’t have to yell, he’d let you yell and express yourself, going on about him not actually wanting to be with you, before he’d say something like ‘You’re here, are you not?’ and walk away, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

And yet, even while swearing to your friends that you simply would stop seeing him, the moment he showed up, already unstrapping his armor, you let him in. Or if you tried seeing other guys, he’d interrupt the date, without making a scene, rather showing his authority, and you found yourself complying because none of the guys were ever as intriguing as he could be.

He could make you feel small, smaller than you had ever been before. Craving his attention. His validation. It all became second nature, like something in you had shifted. Ever seeking what he wouldn’t give more than crumbs of, and when sex was introduced, you were hooked. You could hardly think without him. He was possessive, he was broken, yet perfect.

You wanted to fix him. Heal him. Show him that even without his family… he was still loved. However, now one year into your relationship, if you could call it that, your love was spreading thin.

“Madara, why are you here?” You asked. You hadn’t seen him in nearly two weeks, and you were getting tired of the games.

He turned and glanced at you, before pulling you into his chest, kissing your neck, making you exhale.

“We’re not on speaking terms,” you managed to say, lightly groaning.

“No contact, was it? Such customs are for common men,” he brushed it off easy, when his tongue brushed against your neck, a moan slipped out. Abruptly shoving him away, he looked confused.

“I’m not a priority, this village is, your clan is, battle and victory is, not me,” you yelled, your voice cracking.

“You aren’t a priority, but you’re mine” he agrees, but corrects.

Shaking your head, you turned away from him, but he caught you by your waist, pulling you close.

“You’re so selfish,” you cried.

“I have responsibilities far beyond this… beyond you. Don’t pretend any of this is new to you.”

“Then maybe we don’t need to see each other anymore, maybe we should see other people” you told him.

“Hm, how many times did you practice that little speech for me? Look at me, say it like you mean it,” he whispered.

Slowly, you faced him, looking down before you met those charcoal eyes. You wanted to say it, to shove him away, yell at him. But seeing him this close, your heart fluttered, those dark, mysterious eyes, that wild hair that showed his victories. Instead, you slowly went to your toes, kissing him.

The kiss was hot, messy, consuming, the way you liked it. Madara picked you up easily, you threw your head back, moaning at the trail of passion marks he left, as he carried you to your bedroom. Though you didn’t make it to the futon, before the two of you simply stopped in the hall, tearing the clothes away, his hand roughly cupping and squeezing your breast, as you pressed against him.

Going to your knees, as his cock sprang free, you immediately took him in your mouth. He groaned, pulling off his shirt, grabbing a fistful of your hair, making you take more than just the tip.

“Eyes up here, let me see that fire,” he said, and he grunted as you took him deeper.

“Good girl, my good girl,” he encouraged as he started fucking your throat, that lazy arrogant smirk on his lips, seeing you make a mess all over him. Moving his hand down to your jaw, he grabbed it, loosening it, and he began to slip all the way back there. His grin widened at your gagging and spit.

You moaned, your head bobbing, as you reached your fingers up, touching his abdomen, just as he groaned and held you in place, cumming down your throat. Swallowing it all, you fell backwards as he released you. Looking up at him, your eyes watering, drool running down your chin.

Turning away, you looked at him over your shoulder, and turned back and began crawling down the hall. He slowly stalked behind you, stroking his shaft, he was not done with you, far from done with you. Not tonight. Not ever.

Humming softly, you dressed slowly, smoothing each layer of clothing. Adjusting to the maternity robe that hugged your six month baby bump. Looking in the mirror, you turned to the side, though your gaze lingered on the ring you now wore on your finger.

The wedding was beautiful, though you hadn’t been given much of an opinion. Madara had the final say, he was perceptive, independent, and uninterested in following tradition the exact way the elders wanted. Despite stressing out his entire council, and not letting you even decide how your hair would be styled. It was apparently one of the most beautiful weddings in clan history.

Slipping on your outer robe, just as you were to put on your shoes, the guard spoke, making you jump.

“Lady Uchiha,” he spoke, his eyes immediately went down to the floor. One of the many unspoken rules, you hadn’t heard Madara say it himself, but everyone man in this village knew to not meet your gaze for more than a few seconds.

“Yes?”

“Lord Madara has asked that you remain within the compound today, he…prefers his heir to remain within his vicinity” he said, carefully.

You paused, hand resting over your stomach.

“He asked?” You raised an eyebrow.

The guard, still a teenage boy thrown into the life of a shinobi, he smiled awkwardly, keeping his gaze lowered.

“It is his wish to keep you and his heir close”

You almost laughed. Of course it was.

“Thank you, tell him I’ll be in the garden,” you told him, walking past him, further into the house, going towards the garden out back.

You made your way down the steps, into the small garden, you felt his gaze instantly. He didn’t have to say a word, with a simple grunt, the staff was approaching offering water. You were mother of his heir and the clan doted relentlessly. The young maidens gushed about how protective ‘Lord Madara’ was and they were happy he married and a baby was on the way.

Meeting his gaze, you stared for a few seconds before you finally looked away. The clan, the village, Hashirama, they could think that the two of you shared a happy marriage, that you had managed to make the great Madara Uchiha settle down. You felt silly at times, knowing you were closer to the bottom of his hierarchy than they knew. He had you in the palm of his hand, he never denied it. Possessive and controlling, down to the clothes you wore, and yet he was honest and that was the only things that kept you from leaving.

please ignore my errors or I’ll die from embarrassment lol