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Jardin des Tuileries, Paris, France

[padek]

Bloom chair, 2019, by filipino artist: kenneth cobonpue via @maigosia

[tales-under-the-lamplight]

Hour 7: konnyaku and wakana

Summary:

"Nii-san, did you wet the futon?" "No." Madara didn't panic. He tried to shove Izuna off but the little shit had shunshined to the other end of the room, leaving him with a pillow. "I thought only babies couldn't hold their pee at night. Oh, and old people too. Nii-san, are you okay?" "I am very good!" Madara said with all his strength to refrain from burning everything down.

OR

Madara's teenage wet dream and its consequences.

Author: greenchair Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Madara Other Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 3,001

Madara stood alone in the middle of a gentle stream, poling a canoe downstream. The fog was so thick that he couldn't see where he was travelling.

Madara was dreaming.

He was sure not just because the moon above was red, but also his reflection in the water had white hair and purple eyes. Three eyes, even.

Read the rest on AO3.

[tales-under-the-lamplight]

Hour 4: the Reeds

Summary:

The reed nodes might grow apart, but Hikaku’s love for Madara is as long as the reed itself.

Or

Hikaku died and woke up on the night Izuna passed.

Author: greenchair Rating: Teen And Up Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Madara Other Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 296

“Look, Ojii!”

The little girl tilted forwards, reaching out with her hands as if she wanted to capture the wandering kyuu of flame that warmed and lightened the night. Hikaku quickly grabbed her waist and sat her straight on his lap to stop her from rolling onto the ground. Kids in those days were much more fragile than in his time. She would have cried to attract her parent’s attention even though she would be fine. He did not need to suffer an outburst of wailing this close to his ear, even though his hearing had been slowly waning for the last decade.

Hikaku was an old man. He had buried most of his generation.

And here he was, enjoying a rare moment of cosiness with some of his descendants. His granddaughter controlled the long kyuu of flame like it was a kite tied to an invisible string in her hands. She sat on a rock by the koi pond, as her spine wouldn’t allow her to stand still for long. One of her legs was an inch shorter than the other from the war (so many wars, all blurred together as one), but at least she was alive and whole. Her husband wasn’t lucky enough to come home.

Hikaku also buried many people younger than him.

He remembered all of them. Especially that one whom he wasn’t allowed to bury and mourn for.

Read the rest on AO3.

[tales-under-the-lamplight]

Hour 1: Carving Koi

Summary:

Madara went home in the evening and unexpectedly, he was welcomed by his family.

Author: greenchair Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Izuna/Uchiha Madara Other Tags: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Word Count: 344

Above the line of green bamboo, the colourful clouds drifted across the red sky. Madara strolled home, patches of saltiness slowly drying from a sparring session with Hashirama.

He refused the invitation to have dinner with the Senju and chose to come back to his quiet home. For the house of a clan head, Madara's home was humble, unornamented and unmanned. He didn't have any children, and probably would never have one. Why would he need that much space to remind him of who he had lost?

"I'm home." Madara whispered to no one as he lined his sandals neatly by the step.

Read the rest on AO3.

[tales-under-the-lamplight]

Hour 12: Summer Buck, Autumn Hagi

Summary:

Hashirama never met Madara by the river. Instead, he bumped into Madara, a beautiful kamuro who was learning the arts of oiran.

Author: greenchair Rating: Mature Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Hashirama/Uchiha Madara Other Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Word Count: 5,356

"Please forgive me!"

"I am sorry for that!" Hashirama shouted as he hastily turned back to bow to the young girl he bumped into. Her short hair fell to the side as she bowed as well, revealing a little mole in the shape of a falling sakura petal at the base of her neck.

She raised her back after him and Hashirama was hit by a revelation like a fist to his face.

She would look so good in a pure-white shiromuku, smiling in delight under the morning sun as she walked into the clan temple beside him.

Hashirama blinked.

Read the rest on AO3.

[tales-under-the-lamplight]

Hour 8: The Morning Haze

Summary:

Binocular vision. How much he had missed it.

OR

Madara travelled up-stream in time, returning to his last living brother.

Author: greenchair Rating: General Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara Word Count: 663

Like all Uchiha, Madara acquired the skill to run within the tree crowns, floating with the wind without disturbing even the softest shoot. At the same time, like even the skillest monkey, all Uchiha had experience falling from a branch, especially when they were still growing. While everyone avoided losing their foot as it was a matter of life and death, they were also trained for the inevitable, honing into a perfect reflex to land on their feet and roll off the impact.

Madara, however, didn't manage to twist this time. He slammed onto the floor HARD, so hard that a crater must have formed surrounding him.

Read the rest on AO3.

[tales-under-the-lamplight]

Hour 5: The Reeds

Summary:

The reed nodes might grow apart, but Hikaku’s love to Madara is as long as the reed itself.

Or

Hikaku died and woke up to the night when Izuna passed.

Author: greenchair Rating: Teen And Up Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Uchiha Hikaku/Uchiha Madara Other Tags: Time Travel, Unreliable Narrator Word Count: 2,286

“Look, Ojii!”

The little girl tilted forwards, reaching out her hands as if she wanted to capture the wandering kyuu of flame that warmed and lightened the night. Hikaku quickly held her waist and sat her straight on his lap to stop her from rolling onto the ground. Kids in those days were much more fragile than his time. She would have cried to attract her parent’s attention even though she would be fine. He did not need to suffer an outburst of wailing this close to his ear, even though his hearing had been slowly waning in the last decade.

Hikaku was an old man. He had buried most of his generation.

And here he was, enjoying the rare moment of cosiness with some of his descendants. His granddaughter controlled the long kyuu of flame like it was a kite tied to an invisible string on her hands. She sat on the rock by the koi pond, as her spine wouldn’t allow her to stand still for long. One of her legs was an inch shorter than the other from the war (so many wars, all blurred together as one), but at least she was alive and whole. Her husband wasn’t that lucky to come home.

Hikaku also buried many people younger than him.

He remembered all of them. Especially that one who he wasn’t allowed to bury and mourn for.

Read the rest on AO3.