I don't want to lose you! -Founders, when their s/o gets hurt
TW: reader gets injured, awkward conversations (someone teach me how to write normal ones, I'm begging)
AN: I was soooo tired, so sorry for any grammar mistakes. It's definitelly not my most amazing work, but I tried my best, and it was today's best.
Enjoy~
Hashirama Senju:
He should have known better... the newly established village: Konohagakure was still fragile, and the old enemies were everywhere. Other villages were trying to melt Konoha into theirs, or just straight out kill people. Especially him.
Yes, the ever so lucky, easygoing Hashirama has enemies. And these enemies know his weak spot: you.
You were an average shinobi, no extraordinary chakra, no exceptional taijutsu, but your hard work made you almost invincible. Your intelligence was needed in these feral times, so Hashirama decided to send you to a diplomatic journey along with two of his most trusted people aside from Tobirama and Madara.
How unfortunate it was!
Upon being informed about your fight with some old enemies of him, Hashirama at first became absolutely speechless, which was unusual from the God of Shinobi. Madara paled, Tobirama tried to get his attention, but Hashirama was long lost in his own thoughts about cold revenge. But first, he must heal you!
You were carried by one of the two shinobi that accompanied you on your diplomatic journey, the other one died. Hashirama, Tobirama and Madara rushed to you, and brought you to the newly built hospital where exceptional healers worked, but no, Hashirama wanted to heal you himself, as he still felt guilty.
Upon opening your eyes, you found a healer checking you, nodding, writing down something on her scroll.
The most logical questions would have been: “Where am I? What happened? Who are you?” But you didn’t care about formalities and asked if Hashirama was here.
“Umm.” You felt the hesitation in the woman’s voice. Trying to get up seemed impossible as the wounds still hurt as hell, but you needed to know where your lover was.
“Please, don’t get up, you’d only hurt yourself.”
“Then tell me where is my partner!” You demanded, but your voice was weak.
“He went to...get his revenge.” Just as she informed you, the long haired man rushed to your room, seemingly unscratched, without a wound or a bruise. Of course, we are talking about Hashirama Senju.
No words were needed. He knelt next to your bed, placed his face on your stomach and let his worry say farewell. You were okay, and no one would ever try to hurt you again. He’d make it sure!
Tobirama Senju:
You were almost like an extra limb for the stoic Senju, or more like an extra brain: he needed a scroll for his experiments? You got it! He wanted to talk about a jutsu but no one seems to listen? You were all ears. Tobirama trusted you more than anyone, as you also shared the same passion towards books, scrolls and were just as thirsty for knowledge as he was. That; and many other things attracted the younger Senju.
So sending you to find a special flower that is necessary for one of his experiments seemed like a good idea. You knew where to find the plant, was aware why he needed it so much and understood his experiments.
It was not a good idea...
See, despite your smart nature, your physical abilities were not the best, let’s say barely average. Your clan didn’t train you to be a shinobi, rather depended on your diplomatic skills and intelligence. When you and Tobirama started to work together he taught you a few basic attacks, and you could defend yourself, but were far from his level.
The rouge ninjas that attacked you were strong. They sensed the lack of chakra you’ve got, and saw the Leaf headband attached to your waist. You were an easy target for them. They took all your things with them, not that you cared. At that point you were left alone on the verge of death.
Almost half a day has passed when Tobirama realized you were still not in the village, and started to worry. The place was 2 hours away, you should have been in his office by noon as you went out early, but it was sunset.
Fortunately, Tobirama Senju was a smart man and placed his mark on you, just in case, and after he teleported to your half dead body, he blessed his anxious mind.
Quickly, he teleported you to the hospital and immediately called for his brother. Hashirama spent a day to properly heal you, meanwhile Tobirama tried to find the ninjas who did that to you. However when he was informed that you were conscious, he immediately went to visit you.
“I’m so sorry Tobirama san.” You straight away apologized for not bringing the plant and for causing distress to the white haired man.
“Why are you apologizing Y/n san?”
“For disappointing you.” You looked down embarrassed, not wanting to meet the sharp gaze of the young Senju, who looked like he was about to burst with anger.
“What are you talking about? You almost died, Y/n! Who cares about a stupid plant? Your life is so much more important to me than anything in this goddamn world. By the way, if you wonder, we captured the rouge ninjas that attacked you.” He added, still fuming.
You took his hand, causing Tobirama to blush even more. “Thank you.”
Madara Uchiha:
Good luck trying to hurt his darling! One never just touches an Uchiha, are they actually insane or what?
Anyway, you were sent on a mission, and while your husband deeply disagreed, saying: “You don’t need to do that; everybody knows you are strong, stop being stubborn.” But again, you were an Uchiha now, a pretty adamant one, so even Madara could not stop you if you decided on something.
You were a powerful, possessing lightning and fire style as chakra natures, knowing countless jutsus; a true match for the great Madara Uchiha, who despite being aware of your strength still worried whenever you two were separated.
“Be careful then.” With a sigh he walked out of the Hokage’s office, not even wanting to know what mission you would go on. It can’t be a problem after all, there are hardly any as trained shinobi as you. So being calm would be logical.
But his intuition told him otherwise and when you were carried back to the village heavily wounded, Madara didn’t waste a second.
“Who did this?” He shouted at the poor shinobi that hold you.
“The...the other two shinobi who were assigned with us. They were new to the village; I don’t even know their full names.”
Heated by wrath, Madara was ready to murder, however his friend, Hashirama has stopped him. “Don’t worry, we’d find them, you just be next to Y/n. She would need you after waking up. The wounds are not as serious as they seem, she’d recover sooner than one could expect.”
You woke up after two days. Meanwhile your husband was about to rip someone’s eyeballs off, when Hashirama announced that his team found the ones who hurt Y/n and killed them.
“Madara?” Your voice was weak, barely audible but the usually scary Uchiha was there, next to you in a second, eyes reflected relief, agony, pain and happiness at the same time. See, he was not a man of words, but you always knew what he was thinking.
“You were right, I should...ah I’m so sorry.” Tears poured down on your cheeks. Sometimes even the strongest ones break. You felt like a failure.
“No. It’s not your fault you trusted them.” He gently caressed your cheeks, wiping away the tears. “You are strong, one of the strongest. They couldn’t have had a chance against you if they’d have played by the rules, so they did what they could. Shinobi get wounded, that’s not a proof of their weakness, Y/n, rather a proof of their big heart.”
“Thank you, love.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not angry at the situation though, and when we get back to the compound, you and I are going to train some more.”
