Now that Flufftober has ended, I decided I'd try to compile a master list sorted by fandom and ship for the first time. So, if you're interested, feel free to read some of the stories below :)
Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)
Undeserving (Obanai x Mitsuri)
02 Pet Sitting
06 Late Night Talks
19 Risky Rescue Mission
A Path through Mist (Tanjirou x Muichiro)
05 Early Morning Walks
Demon Spaghetti (Akaza x Douma)
08 Cursed
22 Polar Opposites
26 Soulmate AU
To Face the Flame (Kyoujurou x Akaza)
11 Mundane AU
14 Stuck or Lost Together
17 Up Against the Wall Kiss
25 Cold Hands
29 Book Shop AU
The Smell of Snow (Tanjirou x Inosuke)
12 Blizzard or Heatwave
13 Fireplace
Healer's Healing (Giyuu x Shinobu)
16 Pillows, Plushies, Piles of Blankets
Catching Giyuu (Sanemi x Giyuu)
18 "Is this seat taken?" - "That depends..."
20 Fake Relationships
21 First Date
24 "I've got you."
Surviving Halloween (Kyoujurou x Tengen)
28 "Is that my hoodie?" - "... no?"
30 Sharing Earphones
31 Caught in the Rain
KPop Demon Hunters x Demon Slayer
How it's (not) done (Shinobu x Mitsuri)
04 Set in another time
23 Group Hug
Naruto
Oblivion's Allure (Madara x Tobirama)
01 Hoodie Weather
03 In Vino Veritas
07 Keeping Someone Safe
09 Coming Home
31 "Stay?"
Mission: Confession (Kakashi x Yamato)
10 Set up by Friends
15 "This looks fun." - "Not the word I would use, but okay."
“Still alive, Senju?” When Tobirama nodded, Madara mirrored his nod. “Good.”
Tobirama leaned against the wall, his mind swimming. When he saw Madara move, he pulled himself together and focused on Madara. There was blood on him but his clothes seemed intact. Good, that was good. “Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice sounding weak.
Madara stepped over the beast, his face twisted with disgust. He paused, touched the giant paw with his foot, revealing its claws. Then, he climbed over the carcass and came to a halt next to Tobirama. When he looked at him, something akin to concern flickered through his eyes. “I’m not,” he said, mustering Tobirama intently. “But it seems like you are.”
Tobirama looked down on himself and absentmindedly noticed the slashes that had torn through his vest. Somehow, this sight lifted the fog in his head and he removed the vest and the clothes below with swift movements, baring his chest. For a moment, they both stared down at four claw marks slicing his skin, blood softly trickling down from them. “Those are smaller than yours,” Tobirama stated the obvious.
Madara nodded but his face looked pale when he asked, “Jealous?”
When Tobirama looked up, he had forced a calm expression onto his face, but his eyes burned with a cold glow. “What just happened?” he asked, his voice too sharp to sound composed. “Where were you?”
Madara flinched, images blurring in his mind, and he quickly looked up. The night sky shimmered through the trees that stood wide apart. He could see the stars and hear the rustling leaves when a soft wind grazed them. He looked back at Tobirama whose eyes had narrowed. “I don’t know,” he admitted.
Tobirama shook his head and his hand slowly wandered down to his weapon. Madara watched him and did not reach for his own weapon. “Wrong answer,” Tobirama said. “How can I be sure you’re still you?”
Madara returned his gaze and something in his chest tightened when he found another sensation next to the suspicion in Tobirama’s eyes. For one heartbeat, he saw a flash of concern, of wild, desperate disavowal. Tobirama did not want to draw his weapon on him but he would if he had to. Madara let his shoulders sink down and gently rubbed the injured one when the throbbing pain finally came through to him. “I can only tell you that I feel like myself,” he said, suddenly tired. “Make of that what you want.”
“You’re getting real close, little Senju,” Madara said quietly and it came out sounding almost like a hiss. “Scared?”
Instantly, the forest lost all of its eeriness and Tobirama had to force himself to keep his voice low. “Scared for you, maybe,” he shot back without thinking about it. “Could be a beast around here.”
Only two steps ahead, Madara made a weird sound somewhere between a grunt and a huff. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from any monster,” he said condescendingly. “You’re safe with me.”
Tobirama rolled his eyes and let himself fall back, though only half a step. He knew that this was a fight he would not come out on top in and if thinking he had won made Madara shut up, that was fine with him. They both fell silent again and for another while, there was nothing to hear but the wind rustling through the trees and their soft and steady breathing. However, the forest did not seem as dark anymore and whenever Tobirama looked at Madara’s back, his hair one with the night, a weird feeling stirred in his gut.
“I can kick your ass well enough,” Madara blurted out, glaring at Tobirama.
Tobirama furrowed an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Okay,” he said, “then raise your left arm above your head.”
Madara paused and stared at him. Tobirama returned his look, a stern expression on his face. And even though deep inside he already knew that he would regret this, Madara slowly raised his arm. He clenched his teeth when his wound started pulsing with pain, feeling like it was being torn open. The pain made him want to scream but he kept quiet, holding Tobirama’s gaze while he slowly lifted his arm higher and higher, breathing through the excruciating pain.
It was Tobirama who broke the spell. “Fine,” he said sharply. “You’ve proven your point. Let it go now, Madara, or my stitching will be for nothing if the wound opens again.”
Even though he wanted nothing more than to follow suit, Madara held his arm up high for another moment, staring Tobirama down. Only when anger flickered through Tobirama’s eyes, he let his arm slowly sink down again. He forced a smug smile on his face but even he had to admit to himself that this smile was merely a shadow of what it usually was. Madara fought the urge to clench his fists and struggled to keep his composure but the dark eyes mustering him vigilantly gave him just enough strength to pull through. The pain was so bad the edges of his vision got blurry but he was not about to show any sign of weakness to Tobirama.
Tobirama shook his head and grabbed Madara’s unharmed arm, preventing him from getting away. “You don’t understand,” he said impatiently. “Your shoulder has basically been butchered by what must’ve been a really fucking big beast. If we leave it untreated, you’ll risk losing your whole arm.”
Madara shrugged with his other shoulder and defiantly said, “Stop overexaggerating. It’s not that bad.”
And just like that, Tobirama lost his temper. Before he could stop himself, he had grabbed Madara’s arm and whirled him around until he was staring right into those dark eyes. “Listen,” he growled. “You can act as stupid as ever when you’re on your own. But you are not, got it? If you like it or not, we are a team right now and I will not allow you to get us both killed just because you’re too proud to accept some damn help.”
Madara’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth but Tobirama cut him off harshly, leaning even closer to him until his face hovered directly in front of Madara’s. “I’ll tell you what’s gonna happen now. Either you shut up and let me treat your wound or I’ll tie you up and do it anyways. One way or another, I am going to do it. So, do you want it the easy or the hard way?”
Before he could stop himself, Tobirama hesitantly asked, “Can I … uh … check your head?”
While Madara shot him a rather surprised look, he didn’t disagree and even turned a bit so that Tobirama could examine the back of his head. His heart beating faster in his chest, Tobirama reluctantly extended his hand. He hesitated for a moment before he carefully moved Madara’s long hair a bit to the side so that he could see more. He absentmindedly noticed that Madara’s hair felt different than he had expected. He had assumed it would be as rough as Madara himself but instead it felt silky, almost soft under his touch. He winced when he realized that his thoughts had trailed off and he quickly focused on how Madara’s head felt under his fingers. He sighed in relief when he didn’t find any indication for broken bones but he did feel the sizeable bump on the back of his head that seemed to grow with each passing moment. When he carefully examined the center of the bump, Madara flinched. “I’m sorry,” Tobirama muttered instinctively.
Madara shrugged and sighed. “It’s fine. So, what do you think? Any injuries in sight?”
Madara’s face twisted for a split second and Tobirama could almost feel the rage radiating from him. “It’s not like anybody needs you here, Senju,” he hissed. “In fact, I’d be even more successful if I didn’t have to drag you along.”
Tobirama furrowed an eyebrow. “Yeah, we have already seen how good you get by alone,” he said before he could stop himself.
Madara’s face took on such a grim expression that for a moment, Tobirama almost expected him to go for his throat. His body tensed up and he was ready to draw his weapon if need be but after a moment, Madara shook his head slightly.
“That was a cheap shot, even for you,” Madara said slowly. “Listen, this is not going to work out. Either you go back to Konoha or we both go separate ways, but we sure as hell won’t go together.”
And even though this prospect seemed enticing, Tobirama didn’t hesitate a second before replying, “You can forget that. I’m not keen on this mission either but I’m not going to let you go alone.”
Madara glared at him. “Why? Do you want to make sure that I don’t outshine you?”
This time, Tobirama allowed himself a snarky laugh. He had promised Hashirama to look out for Madara but he hadn’t promised to be kind while doing so. And thus, he decided to speak his mind. “Honestly, I don’t give a shit about that. But what I do care about is that you’re not trustworthy.”
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From Chapter 7:
When Madara started sitting up with a groan, Tobirama hesitantly placed his hand against his back, supporting him. Madara’s pale face and the fact that he didn’t protest were even more worrisome to him than everything else. Madara shook his head slightly and yelped quietly at the movement. His hand shot up to the back of his head and he grimaced when he rubbed it cautiously.
“Now that hurt,” he murmured, his gaze still lost somewhere in the deep shadows around them.
Tobirama inconspicuously moved a bit to the side and when Madara lifted his hand for a moment, he quickly scanned the back of his head for injuries. While he couldn’t see any blood, neither in Madara’s hair nor on his hand, he saw the first signs of bump starting to form. From the looks of it, Madara seemed to have fallen and it was entirely possible that he had hit his head on a stone hidden somewhere in the leaves and mud covering the forest ground. This was also a possible explanation why Tobirama hadn’t been able to sense any hostile chakra. Even the rustling could have been caused by an animal. However, it was rather unlikely that a forest animal had specifically followed them, even more so for such a long time. They had heard the rustling for at least half an hour before Madara had proposed his plan.
Tobirama turned to Madara who was still holding his head. “What happened?” he asked urgently.
Madara moved slightly and Tobirama quickly removed his hand from his back. He did however stay close so that he would be able to catch Madara, should he pass out.
“I … I’m not entirely sure,” Madara said slowly. “It’s all kind of blurry right now.”
Tobirama nodded to himself. If Madara had hit his head that made a lot of sense. Even if he didn’t have any visible injury, he might still have incurred a concussion. Before he could stop himself, Tobirama hesitantly asked, “Can I … uh … check your head?”
While Madara shot him a rather surprised look, he didn’t disagree and even turned a bit so that Tobirama could examine the back of his head. His heart beating faster in his chest, Tobirama reluctantly extended his hand. He hesitated for a moment before he carefully moved Madara’s long hair a bit to the side so that he could see more. He absentmindedly noticed that Madara’s hair felt different than he had expected. He had assumed it would be as rough as Madara himself but instead it felt silky, almost soft under his touch. He winced when he realized that his thoughts had trailed off and he quickly focused on how Madara’s head felt under his fingers. He sighed in relief when he didn’t find any indication for broken bones but he did feel the sizeable bump on the back of his head that seemed to grow with each passing moment. When he carefully examined the center of the bump, Madara flinched. “I’m sorry,” Tobirama muttered instinctively.
Madara shrugged and sighed. “It’s fine. So, what do you think? Any injuries in sight?”
Tobirama retracted his hand, his fingers grazing black strands of hair. “You’re lucky, it doesn’t even bleed. You do have quite the bump though.”
“I thought so,” Madara grumbled, rubbing his head once again, carefully avoiding the center of the bump.
Project Title: Witch Hunt
Fandom: Naruto
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51639226/chapters/130533748
Summary: After trial and error, Tobirama has managed to free Madara from the unknown entity’s control. However, they still don’t know what its insidious plan was - and they both sense that this isn’t over yet. But at least, Madara is free again. Or isn’t he?
Warnings: blood, violence, loss
Characters: Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama
Pairings: Madara x Tobirama (MadaTobi)
When I Started: November 2023
How I Lost My Shit: Too many other projects, especially prompt events. Also, one hell of a writer's block over many months due to health issues and life being a shithead sometimes.
How I Finished My Shit: Mostly because I really, really didn't want to let my lovely artist down (stay tuned to see their beautiful artwork for Witch Hunt!). And while forcing myself to write, I fell in love with my story and the goofballs all over again.
“Don’t … stop … now,” Madara squeezed out, fighting for air.
And just like that, the expression left his eyes again, leaving behind the eerie blank stare that didn’t want to fit the panic in his face. He groaned, digging his nails into his skin, leaving bloody marks all over his body when he clawed at the imaginary flames seething around him.
Tobirama’s hands started trembling and it took him everything he had to stand by and watch as Madara squirmed in pain, his screams getting more high-pitched with every passing moment. But when he started clawing at his face, Tobirama couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He jumped forward and grabbed Madara’s wrists, keeping him from scratching at his face even more. Before Tobirama had reached him, he had already scratched his cheeks, forming two red lines from his eyes down to his jaw. Two thin trickles of blood ran down his face, almost like bloody tears. He struggled against Tobirama and almost broke away from him, but Tobirama’s grip was ironclad. He flinched when Madara’s head jerked up, shaking violently. Something flickered in his eyes and suddenly, he saw the anger and despair in his gaze.
Madara’s nails dug into his wrists as he gasped, “Destroy it … destroy the amulet!”
And only a split second later, his eyes were bottomless pits again. But this time, the thing seemed to notice Tobirama and it clawed at him, hissing hatefully. “You’re going down with me,” it snarled, its fingers almost piercing Tobirama’s skin.
