My life is a romantic comedy minus the romance and the comedy and it's just me standing there very confused.
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My life is a romantic comedy minus the romance and the comedy and it's just me standing there very confused.
The first time Hashirama really thought about running away he was 14; he didn't have a plan, he just wanted his siblings and himself safe. The thought of running away crossed his mind suddenly, lightning fast between a sharp intake of breath and his legs being kicked once more.
The first time Hashirama went to seek advice he was 16; Kawarama was two days away from turning 7 and their father slapped him for the first time. Hashirama got the beating in his stead and, for the whole time, prayed that Tobirama had gotten their baby brothers away.
The first time Hashirama reported him he was 17; he wished that day had never come. Less than two months away from his eighteenth birthday, at well past four in the morning, Hashirama spoke to police officers and doctors alike, standing in the middle of a deserted hallway and watching his brothers sleep together in a hospital bed. Hashirama didn't know if he wanted to throw up or kill that monster.
Boss was one of those; he had taken a long calculating look at Ash, waiting for the answer to his question and when the silence stretched and stretched with just the smoke from the cigarette Ash was disrespectfully smoking filling the space between them, Boss smiled and Ash puffed on his smoke blinking owlishly and slow.
Boss' smile was sharp and cutting, all knife and shard of expensive liquor bottle, and his eyes were so impossibly soft and calculating behind the red lenses of his shades and Ash wasn't even seeing him, just another powerful man dripping riches and gold whenever he was still for moment too long, golden blood pooling at his feet like a Christ walking on water, the blood of all them around him, nightmarish and holy, terrible in his beauty, like a painting of old times.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55127341
A killer came to the beach, big eyed like a kid, big eyes full of terror - they were the mirror of an adventure
First lunch of summer 🍃
Nature supports Trans.
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senju bros!!!
Hashi coming back with a new project on Ao3.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/45793849/chapters/115242214
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43361730/chapters/110377294
SORRY I'M LATE, I DIDN'T WANT TO COME.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43361730/chapters/110376900
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