#kakamada

[amgeryporcupine]

HAHAHA- ah idk what's going on inside my head when I made this but I present SasuMadaIta, GaiMada, and KakaMada (wow that was a mouthful-)

You may use your wildest imagination on how these ships came to be and can also be depicted as romantic or platonic whatever the hecc u want

[a-ghost-that-writes]

Day 5: Hiking

Ship: Madara x Kakashi, Izuna x Shizune (Honorable mentions)

AU: Modern

For @narutorarepairjune​ and @nart-rarepair-hellscape​

When you think of a romantic date, you typically think of a dinner at a fancy restaurant. Or going to the movies together, playing games at a local carnival things like that. But you know what Madara Uchiha does for his partner? Hiking. That’s right, hiking. 

Madara and Kakashi had been dating for a good two years now, but not even Kakashi could figure out what that Uchiha was going to do next. He always gets bullied by one of his close friends Obito, who happens to be related to Madara. So of course their relationship was always interesting. 

This was a hike through the seven waterfall hike in Kawazu. They were joined Izuna and his girlfriend Shizune. The group had wanted to do some sight seeing before lunch. The Uchiha brothers often joked with how their relationships were similar in their own way while Kakashi and Shizune reminisced about their youth.

When they finished they had lunch by a river with Bentos Shizune was gracious enough to make for everyone. The nice thing about this little trip was that there were no nosy passerbys to judge or make comments. A fitting activity for the rather hermit-like Uchiha that was Madara, but Kakashi wouldn’t have it any other way.

[forlornwind]

A Garden of Grace

Uchiha Madara comes back from a long mission. Rokudaime Kakashi misses his husband. 

E for Explicit. Post fourth shinobi war. Established Marriage. No full bedroom scene as I’m not confident writing it.

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The Rokudaime was a little more impatient today, Shikamaru noted as he stood beside Kakashi. There was the drumming of fingers on his thigh, hidden beneath the desk. Sometimes, the hand even grips, especially near lunch time. At other times, Kakashi turned in his seat to look out a window behind where Shikamaru stood.

Kakashi in love was a phenomenon. That urgency to protect, to know what has happened to the other, was always at an all time high.

His husband, Uchiha Madara, had been signed to a month-long mission, which has now stretched to a month and a half. The last missive arrived 3 days ago, the Uchiha assuring that he should reach the village gates' by sundown.

It was now the next afternoon, and there was still no sign of Madara. Shikamaru could swear he heard Kakashi give a low growl after the last appointment, but it shall stay a secret between them. Shikamaru was also sure that Madara, whenever the warlord shall return, would hear it. Kakashi's long drawl of an inhale was audible through the mask at the next knock on his door, yet the frustration would be released just as quickly when it was Temari who came through.

She waves cutely, "Hi hi!" and Shikamaru was like a bee to honey, quick strides around the Hokage's desk to greet her with a cheek kiss. Temari giggles brightly, holding Shikamaru's cheeks and squishing them.

Kakashi watches their sweet exchange with lazy eyes that belied his envy, leaning masked face on his palm. "Temari. Shikamaru. Hey..." He called for their attention. "You're killing me here."

Temari makes an ' oop ' face at Shikamaru as they interlock their hands together. "Someone's cranky." the bite of her words were not soft. Shikamaru shook his head, his expression a sign that he's been ' dealing with this all day. ' He extends a hand towards the older man, declaring, "Come on, Kakashi-sensei, it's lunch time. Let's take a break." and Shikamaru does feel that Kakashi needs one, if only to spare him from having to interpret a hungry and frustrated Rokudaime to others.

Kakashi puts both hands on the desk, clapping the table top and standing up. "That's it. I'm heading to the Mission Office." He had made his decision, so he walked over to usher the youths out, locking the Hokage's office with a reinforced lightning seal.

-

There had been many complicated delays in what was supposed to be a clear-cut disaster relief mission, something Madara was acutely familiar with due to his upbringing and hands-on experience with providing military aid. What the village did not factor in was the current Daimyo insisting on attaching a Capital patrol to Madara. He wasn't unfamiliar with this, though, hailing from a Noble clan in the distant past. However, Madara knew the Capital army always had their own standing orders and administration directives, and unfortunately - they were hot on the tail of a wanted group that just so happened to pillage the poor town. It wasn't a simple act of kindness for the Daimyo to impose on Konohagakure, he just didn't expect the amount of paperwork involved nowadays. Gone were the days of simple golden scrolls, replaced by papers and hours of witness interrogation.

A mission for disaster relief became a chase and arrest. Had Madara not declined an escort to the Capital city to ' be rewarded ' by the Daimyo for his assistance, it might have taken him an additional month. But despite being side tracked, he still managed to oversee the reconstruction efforts. He was particularly proud of quarrying new irrigation to water the lands, seeing the relief on the freefolk's faces. It filled him with a sense of accomplishment, knowing that he impacted their lives in a real way, with his own two hands. That he was capable of it.

When Madara finally returned to the village, it was early in the evening, and his soul was absolutely drained. Not only did he miss the deadline he himself set, he knew that Kakashi must be affected. Madara hated to disappoint anyone, especially his husband who was also the Hokage of the village and who signed off on all his missions. What would the council think? Would they question the Rokudaime's judgement? Thinking back, Madara couldn't put a finger on why he even promised a timeframe in his last missive, when he honestly could have just left it out. He just missed Kakashi a lot, and 1.5 months away was taking a toll on his aching heart that he couldn't help himself but get too personal in his update.

Madara dreads to think that Kakashi might be upset with him. He knew it was an irrational thought, though, but his frightful mind keeps wanting to cross that mental boundary into oblivion.

The waft of florals in the farmland hit his nose first, a signal that the bushes of flowers were growing well. They spread out like a wide rainbow across what once was empty and sad. It was a comforting sight for him, and the thought that Kakashi took care of his -no, their- flowers well made him very sentimental. The flowers weren't here for anything other than being pretty and aesthetic. Sometimes tea, baths, and bath soaps, too. But, no, Madara and Kakashi had no need for massive flower fields, it was purely Madara's pastime which Kakashi was happy to let him indulge, beautifying the compound.

Kakashi's hounds were wailing and howling as they smelled Madara's scent, coming in quickly to crowd around him, disallowing him from entering the door of the house. Madara's perception was bombarded by love, eagerness, and many barks of "Madara! Madara! Madara! Back, back, you're back! Madara! Where is Kakashi? Madara!" and a hearty laugh easily rolled out of his throat.

"E-Everyone!" Madara tried to address the ninken with a hand spread out above them, as if he could calm them down. He only succeeded in giving the furkids a goal to jump and headbutt his hand for pats. "I am very pleased that everyone is alive-" Madara bent lower to ruffle between some ears. "And well- Ah!" Bisuke leaps to lick his tongue against Madara's cheek, a ' kiss ' if you will. It draws a giddy smile from the Uchiha, who has never gotten used to anyone, or any group, this excited to see him returned.

Madara has to step carefully between clapping paws and wagging tails, weaving elegantly in order to reach the door and unlock the lightning seal there. "Alright, please settle in." He joyfully declared. "Please do not join me in the showers." He mentioned for good measure, garnering a chorus of dejected whines as they settled to roam around the living room and balcony. They nested with each other comfortably, in the thought that both their dads were finally in the village together.

In Madara's mind, he planned to take a long shower to wash off the salt and grime, then do the laundry while drying off his hair. After he'd taken care of these things around the house, he could go to meet Kakashi.

Everything changed when Bull loyally met Madara after his shower, at the entrance to the living room. Bull said with his usual low and gruff voice, "Madara, we haven't had treats from you in a long time." Needless to say, the mention of ' treats ' perks all ears, and excited barks converge around Madara.

How could Madara deny them?

Thus he spent a good two hours just putting laundry in the washer and rummaging about the kitchen to make some raw gourmet food for the eight ninken. Kakashi always kept a good supply in the fridge. This was a process that Madara was particularly fond of, as though he were with his falcons again. ( and yes, he will always, always spoil Kakashi's dogs. )

So, no, Madara did not manage to walk out the door, as he now found himself lying on the floor of the living room, being piled and surrounded by very satisfied dogs sharing the natural warmth that he radiated. Madara has a bright smile on his face, trying to pat every one of them equally in turn, and he was sure some of the ninken were dozing off from full bellies. At least, Bisuke had all fours in the air and was playing with Madara's dancing hands. 

Madara could not move much even as he sensed Kakashi's chakra flashing across the expanse of land and air. His husband was so fast that it took only a moment's notice for the seal on the house door to be unlocked and locked again. There was the smell of smoke that hit Madara first, like vapour being cleaved in two, molecules reduced to atoms by a strike of lightning. Anyone who was asleep quickly woke up to Kakashi's return.

Hatake Kakashi held a sombre appearance when he entered the house, yet the furrow of his brows softened when he was met with the sight of his dogs commandeering his husband. All hypotheses as to why Madara did not seek him out were immediately supplanted.

However, Kakashi could wait no longer. He kicks off his boots to the side before walking in further. His gloves are tossed onto the dining table, and the Rokudaime cloak was left to dangle on the back of a couch. "Move." clear order for his ninken to make way for him, and they do. They have had enough of Madara's time, he thought.

"Hey you.." Madara tries to sit up, but his husband does not allow it. Kakashi moved to straddle Madara.

Kakashi was careful to have his mood and chakra to be as calm as possible, even if all his skin prickled with anticipation and love for this Uchiha. He knows that keeping his composure was important, in consideration that Madara is the strongest sensor in this generation sans Naruto's Kyuubi Chakra Mode. He didn't wish for his husband to be alarmed or think thoughts. Madara was too perceptive of darkening emotions as it is.

Mask peeled down, Kakashi sat atop Madara, arms on the side of Madara's ears. He bent his nose low into Madara's neck and hair, indulging in his husband's scent. The usual cinnamon spice made Kakashi salivate more, letting out a soft and satisfied hum. Madara tilted his neck to give more space to Kakashi, and a giggle escaped him. "Kakashi..." he says the name without any question attached, arms coming up to hold Kakashi's back softly. Oh, how he has missed this warmth, and Kakashi's wordless plastering on him let him know that the sentiment was enthusiastically returned. Madara knows his husband, knows that Kakashi needs him as much as he needs the other.

Kakashi tried to hug Madara fully while his whole weight was on the Uchiha. However, the floor proved to be too stiff and he couldn't snake his hands comfortably around Madara, so he unwillingly took his face away from Madara's neck. He sat up on Madara, but did not move aside. His hands dove into inky tresses soft and damp, seizing a handful to bring up to his nose, getting a lungful of Madara.

However, Madara far preferred it when Kakashi's face was right next to his, Uchiha fire blazing and wanting to spread, to be shared, to have more contact. Porcelain hand cups Kakashi's, while another reaches up, "Kakashi..." Madara inquired, and the response was his husband right away releasing his hair, ducking down quickly. They understood each other so intimately. Madara's hand cups the back of Kakashi's head, kneading scalp softly as they share a warm, sensual kiss.

Wet sounds, pleased sounds, fill the house they shared ere Kakashi pulled away first. A soft line of saliva between their reddened lips, his question comes out as softly as he could manage it, "Why did you not come find me at the office when you returned?" The question has been burning in him for a few hours. He had tried to let it simmer down. Still, it must be asked. The next statement was just a little desperate, but hopefully not too harsh. "You know you have full access to my office, right? I even have a couch in there for you to nap on." A little humour to soften the confrontation that he was for sure doing with his husband. Kakashi has to remember to pull his lips into a smile when he's teasing, otherwise he looks too serious. It was too much of a habit to pretend with his eyes when it was pointless to make an expression with a mask on.

Madara thought the mention of the davenport ridiculous. He has never used it for Kakashi's intended purpose. It was inappropriate for him, a war criminal, to sleep in the Hokage's office. Not like he could, anyway, weren't the office always busy? Before Madara replied, he ran through his initial plans in his mind. His voice was low between them. "Well, I had not showered for three days, so I wished to be ... nice and changed. Then, I did some laundry-"

"And you made food for the ninken, too. I can smell it. Got sidetracked?" Kakashi felt a little sorry that he couldn't allow Madara to finish the explanation. He was too needy and impatient, and he misses his husband so much.

Madara's eyes thinned into a catlike smile and chuckles, "Very sidetracked..."

"Mmm... It's my turn to have your attention." Kakashi closed the small space between them again, using his teeth to nip at Madara's neck, drawing a delightful gasp from Madara. "I love you so much, Madara. I've missed you. So much. I-" Kakashi lifts his head to give Madara one more noisy kiss before he pulls the Uchiha up into the master bedroom. 

"I love you, too." Madara replies as he is pulled up. He follows with a knowing smile. 

Kakashi locks the bedroom door to prevent any of his ninken disrupting them. He pulls and directs Madara to sit on the bed, standing close. Kakashi begins to undress, starting from his vest, then his body tights. "You won't mind that I haven't showered, right?" It's a tease, and a dirty one at that. The blush across Uchiha features fills Kakashi with immense hunger, and his cock bulges with neediness as he pulls his clothes apart and tosses them on the floor.

Madara sat comfortably on the edge of the bed and watched Kakashi strip. In that short time, Madara didn't know what to do with his hands but kept them by his side, kneading into the mattress as he sat up so straight, eager to pleasure his husband. Kakashi gazed down at Madara, his heart clenched at the sight of Madara being so ... open and trusting towards him. It never escapes him how long it took for the both of them to get to this point. He angled his thighs closer to Madara's face, one hand carding through Madara's hair that now was soft and flowing.

Finally, Kakashi freed his cock with a soft sigh. He still had his pants on, but he cannot take it any longer. His hand rubs at Madara's temple, another guiding his cock into an open, waiting mouth. Madara's arms immediately circle around Kakashi's ass, pushing his husband into his own face and helping Kakashi remove his trousers too.

Kakashi throws his head back and moans loudly. "Madara, fuck ... fuck ... no gag reflex, huh?" Kakashi enjoyed being perverse, especially when Madara could not respond with anything but gasping vibrations around his cock. Indeed, when they first explored each other, Madara wasn't able to deep throat him like this. But, they've had a lot of practice.

Kakashi thrusts into Madara's mouth at first slowly, languid, enjoying the fact that he has his husband together with him again.

Slowly, he peeled Madara's robes off as well, running his hands down the Uchiha's back, as far as he could reach. Madara twitches and shivers at the cold hit of air on his nakedness, but he soon warms himself up. He pulled Kakashi's cock out of his mouth for a little while, pumping it with his hand as he looked up to Kakashi. "Kiss." He requests with a giggle.

Kakashi nods, removing Madara's hand from his cock to close the space between them, pushing Madara down to lay on the bed fully and kissing him hotly. Madara shifts further into the mattress, and Kakashi follows suit, never untangling their lips. Their cocks rub together needily, throaty moans escaping from both men.

Kakashi pulls away and clutches Madara's chest with one hand, pressing their cock together as pleasure reverberates through his spine. He looks down into the Uchiha's onyx gaze with hungry, ferocious eyes. "I am going to mess you up, Madara. That'd be a reason to join me in the tub later." A second shower -bath- this time.

Madara closes his eyes and moans, thighs opening further to slot their cocks against each other. Clutching Kakashi's hand on his chest, Madara found it hard to speak coherently. Kakashi smirks and started to move his lower body, panting heavier on top of Madara.

"I ... Yes.. Yes.." Madara manages to sound out between breaths. He chants his husband's name on his lips. "Kakashi - haaah.. ahh... Kakashi, I love you. Need you... just destroy me already..."

Kakashi shifts so he could hike Madara's ass onto his thighs. Both their cocks were leaking precum rather profusely, and it's obscene when he mixes their fluids together onto his fingers and begins opening Madara up. Cum was not the best lube, so he coats his fingers with his own saliva too, lapping up the precum greedily.

Madara writhes and gasps as Kakashi takes his sweet time, making sure Madara was adequately prepared and open.

Even though, yes, Kakashi heard and understood what Madara wanted. Madara liked pain a little too much. It wasn't something Kakashi wanted for Madara. He could be rough and impatient with his instincts, but pain ... pain was not something he could ever fulfil for Madara.

So Kakashi opens up Madara slowly, and he leaned down to whisper into Madara's ear. "No. I have no wish to destroy you." A simple sentence with so much hidden meaning behind it.

From the present to the past. From Hokage to war criminal. From a shinobi to his husband.

"I want to make love to you, and love you, Madara." Kakashi seals his promise with a long press of his lips into Madara's cheek, feeling a streak of salt start to flow from Uchiha eyes.

It was not the first time Madara wept during these sessions. Kakashi wished that was not the case, but the universe still has a tight, dark grip in their ribcage.

END

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[sofieeisstupid]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 11/32

Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara, Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito, Senju Hashirama & Uchiha Madara Characters: Uchiha Madara, Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama, Uchiha Hikaku, Senju Touka, Senju Tobirama, Original Uchiha Character(s), Original Senju Character(s), Uzumaki Mito Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Time Travel, POV Alternating, BAMF Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi Has Issues, Uchiha Madara Needs a Hug, Politics, are the real enemy, Uchiha Madara Has Issues, Canon-Typical Violence, Depression, Time Travel, let madara sleep, Founding of Konoha, Uchiha Izuna Lives, Hatake Kakashi is Bad at Feelings, I mean it's not like Madara is any better, now featuring Kakashi's guilt complex, Trust, both gaining and losing it Summary:

Madara is tired of endless war.

Izuna is tired of his brothers dying.

Kakashi is very confused why he's found himself in the middle of a battlefield generations before he's supposed to be born.

AKA- Kakashi goes back in time, accidentally saves a life, and finds too much joy in tormenting Uchiha Madara

So I’m kinda new to tumblr, but as indicated by my blog, I sometimes write things. This is what I’m currently writing. I just updated so uhhh, give it a read!! It’s my procrastination project and I have ~plans~ for it 🙃🙃

[crystallized-shadow]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Teen Pairing: Kakashi/Madara Word Count: 1590 Warnings: Light angst, mentions of human experimentation, Obito and Madara swap generations Summary: Kakashi's heart died when he lost Madara. Then he finds Madara again and Kakashi's not sure if his heart can take losing the Uchiha again.

For @naruto-rarepair-bingo Board A: generation swap

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When Kakashi’s stubborn stupidity had caused Madara’s death his heart had died too. He swore he’d never let anyone get close enough to hurt him again, he couldn’t handle losing anyone else. Rin and Minato-sensei had accepted the familiar cold attitude with pitying looks and a promise to listen whenever he was ready to talk. Kakashi found that odd, he’d never talked to them about anything before, so why would he start now?

It had taken Rin nearly getting kidnapped by Mist shinobi for Kakashi to realize he’d let her get close to him. That her death would be nearly as bad as losing Madara again. Minato-sensei has commented on how brutal his kills were, but the tone had told Kakashi the older man would have done the same thing if Kakashi hadn’t beaten him to it. Apparently Minato-sensei couldn’t stand the thought of losing another team member anymore than he could.

Kakashi’s promotion to ANBU had been met with resistance, but he’d managed to convince his sensei he could handle it. He excelled in the ANBU, rumor had it he might make captain soon. Normally Kakashi wouldn’t believe such rumors, but his next wave of missions had been his hardest yet. He’d done them without compliant, despite how utterly insane some of them were, and even enjoyed the solo aspect of them. That being said, Kakashi was secretly glad to be added to a team for the next mission, taking the position of second in command. He vowed this mission would be his smoothest one yet.

Staring at body floating in the large tube-like chamber, Kakashi finds himself at a loss. This was supposed to be an easy mission; all his team had to do was infiltrate one of Orochimaru’s supposed labs and find any useful information they could. That was it, simple easy mission; aside from the high chance of deadly traps and running into the sannin himself. Taking on Orochimaru single-handedly would be preferable to this; at least it would be a quick end. Not this slow agony that made his heart skip several painful beats.

Madara

Madara Uchiha

The selfless idiot that had pushed him out of harms away…

…that had given him his Sharingan…

…that should be DEAD…

…not floating in a glass tube filled with some strange liquid.

Kakashi wants to write it off as just his heart getting the better of his brain and making him see someone else as Madara, even if no one else had such a wild mane of hair. He wants to lock this moment away and never think of it again, and he’s going to, but then-

Then the pale figure opens his eyes and an achingly familiar Sharingan locks onto his own gifted one.

The world disappears around Kakashi as an inferno of chakra overwhelms him.

Instinctive awareness comes back to Kakashi first and he realizes he’s in a hospital before he’s fully conscious. Once he’s capable of higher thinking, the Hatake is torn between praying everything he remembered from the mission was just a nightmare and hoping it really happened.

“Welcome back.” That calm, compassionate voice could only be Minato-sensei.

“Did it really happen?” Kakashi questions softly, opening his eye to look at the blonde, aware his expression is a thousand times more open than he wants it to be.

“I…” Minato starts before he cuts himself with a sigh and breaks eye contact. It takes him a moment, but when Minato looks back at Kakashi, he’s no longer a sensei, but the Hokage. “What do you remember?”

“Madara, alive.”

“Yes, that really happened.” Minato pauses, knowing his former student needs a few moments to process that statement.

“How?” Kakashi finally asks, because that’s what he desperately needs to know; he doesn’t care about anything else, just how his best friend came back from the dead.

“That is unclear,” Minato says, unable to suppress his laugh at the unimpressed glare Kakashi shoots at him. “From our primary look at Orochimaru’s notes it would seem that he found Madara on the brink of death and decided to experiment on him. The full extent of what happened to him is unknown, those notes weren’t recovered, but it appears Orochimaru was still looking into Hashirama’s DNA.”

“Hashirama’s DNA…?” Kakashi mutters in confusion before his eye widens, “the Mokuton.”

“Precisely,” Minato sighs, rubbing a hand over his eyes and Kakashi notices for the first time just how tired his sensei looks. “Madara displayed the ability when he broke out of his container to get to you.”

“To get to me?”

“The other ANBU reported that he broke out, injured you in the process, and then refused to let anyone near you. He had to be sedated so you could both be brought back here.”

“He’s here?”

“Of course,” Minato grins brightly, “we would never abandon a fellow Leaf shinobi! He’s still sedated though, until we can make sure he’s stable and still on our side.”

“Madara would never betray us!” Kakashi snaps before he can stop himself, much to his embarrassment.

“Kakashi…” Minato catches the younger shinobi’s eyes, a pained look in his deep blue eyes. “The Madara you lost might not be the Madara you found.”

“Impossible.”

“Just keep it in mind,” Minato advises as he stands up, “once you are discharged come see me with your mission report and we can discuss this more then.”

In the end Kakashi is given a week’s leave from the ANBU to recover, which is hardly necessary for the minor concussion he’d had, even Rin had agreed with him, but Minato-sensei had held firm. He had claimed it was for the emotional trauma of finding Madara like that, but Kakashi called bullshit; his sensei just wanted him to take it easy for longer.

Life passes by in a blur of missions, and the occasional, reluctant social outing Rin had dragged him along for, until 3 months later Kakashi finds himself being assigned a long-term mission: helping Madara get reacquainted with the village. At first Kakashi is overjoyed, not that he shows it, until he realizes that means Madara is temporarily staying with him and that makes his heart beat painfully. He wants to protest, but he knows Madara doesn’t have anyone to stay with and he couldn’t turn his friend away. Kakashi was sure he could handle it.

Not even a week later, Kakashi knows he was wrong, very, very wrong. If his heart kept skipping beats every time he saw Madara stumbling sleepily into the kitchen or when the Uchiha smiled at him he was going to have a damn heart attack. Then there was also his ever increasing nighttime problems; why did Madara have to invade his dreams and why did he have to be naked in those dreams!? Kakashi was going to have to try harder to ignore the Uchiha, maybe then the stupid dreams would stop.

“I’m moving back in with my clan,” Madara declares one night, nearly 2 weeks after he’s moved into the lonely Hatake household.

“What?” Kakashi mutters, barely hearing his own words over the sound of something in his heart shattering.

“I said I’m going back to my clan.”

“Why?”

“You clearly hate my presence,” Madara grumbles with huff, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting in a manner that shouldn’t be so cute. “You’ve barely spoken to me at all this week and you yell at me almost every morning.”

“I…” Kakashi trails off, not sure how to make Madara stay. “I don’t...that’s not…”

“Spit it out!” Madara snaps, glaring at Kakashi with his one visible black eye. Whatever Orochimaru had done to Madara had grown his eye back and turned the remaining one purple; Kakashi thought the purple suited Madara just fine, but the Uchiha always covered the eye with his hair.

“I don’t hate you,” Kakashi finally manages to spit out, feeling a blush spread across his cheeks, “you can stay.”

“Even if you don’t hate me,” Madara pauses briefly, doubt coloring his words, “you clearly aren’t happy that I’m here.”

“You have no idea how happy I am that you’re not dead,” Kakashi says honestly, knowing he needs to choose his next words carefully so he doesn’t lose the Uchiha, “I’m just not used to…”

“Used to what?”

“Havingacrush!” Kakashi blurts the words in a rush before he can stop himself, startling his older teammate. It takes Madara a minute to decode what he’d just said, but when he does, he can’t help but chuckle.

“Kakashi,” Madara coos, moving to sit next to his teammate and throwing an arm over the other’s shoulders, “that is both the saddest and most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Fuck you.”

“If you think you can.” Both shinobi flush darkly at Madara’s unexpected reply as the Uchiha quickly scrambles away. It takes Kakashi several minutes to get over the shock, but when he does he finds Madara across the room, doing his best impression of a startled cat.

“W-what?”

“I said uhh…” Madara mutters, ducking under his hair to avoid making eye contact, “how about dinner?”

“Are you asking me out?” Kakashi asks, unsure if he’s reading the situation right, Rin had told him he wasn’t the best when it came to understanding romantic situations.

“Would you be upset if I was?”

“No.” Kakashi says without any hesitation, knowing he said the right thing when Madara meets his eyes with a brilliant grin.

“Then yes, I am.”

“Dinner sounds nice,” Kakashi agrees with a smaller, more sedate but no less happy grin.

[thetoxicstrawberry]

Summary: An alternate universe in which Madara survives the war and spends his days flirting with irritating the Hokage.

The Price of Atonement

Ch. 1: Limbo

Ch. 2: The Losing End

Ch. 3: Minor Adjustments

Ch: 4: A Whole New Low

With the click of the door, Kakashi leaped up, which sent his desk chair skidding backwards and into the wall. He squinted blurry eyes to see Shizune’s form slip in, Ton-ton in one arm and a pile of manila folders in the other.

“I was only resting my eyes,” he blurted.

“Hokage-sama,” Shizune said, her back straight.

“Kakashi.” He corrected.

“Kakashi-sama, I’ve brought the files you requested.”

He sighed as he took the stack from her outstretched hand, before he realigned his seat and sat back down. “Thank you. I wanted to look them over again before the meeting.”

He flipped the cover open on the top file and absently thumbed through the first few sheets.

“Tsunade-sama was the same way,” Shizune said.

“Hm?”

“Not sleeping. Worrying about things out of her control.”

“Am I that obvious?” he asked.

“There’s drool on your mask,” Shizune said and then swiftly added, “sir.”

“Oh,” he mumbled as he ran a gloved hand across his mouth to find there was indeed a wet spot.  He didn’t even remember dozing off.

He knew he hadn’t been sleeping well. Worse than normal, which was erratic at best. Over the years he’d become accustomed to exhaustion. Staying up for days and only giving in when his body finally collapsed into a deep and dreamless sleep.

That much hadn’t really changed. He only had a better excuse now that he was Hokage.

“Are the preparations complete?”

“Yes, sir. The main conference room is prepped and our guests should be arriving within the hour.”

“Good,” Kakashi said as he leaned forward in his seat. “We need this go as smooth as possible. What happens today could change everything.”

Skepticism flashed across Shizune’s face, before she quickly schooled her expression again.

Kakashi didn’t fault her for that. He too had reservations, but couldn’t decide if it was the proposal in general that left him on edge, or simply the idea of change. He should be used to it by now, with the way everything had shifted after the war. New alliances brought new committees. Whole buildings had been erected to house departments for international exchange. Old departments, already staffed thin, were stretched even leaner, both from the opening of new positions and the vacancy left from those who didn’t return from the war.

“I’ve also assigned extra ANBU guards to attend to the entrances,” she added.

He lifted one of the sheets and examined it with narrowed eyes. “I don’t recall requesting that,” he glanced at her for a moment, before he looked back to the paper. “I’m not even sure what this is. Do you know what this is?”

“I don’t understand any of it,” she said, without glancing at the diagram. “And the ANBU is to ensure that Madara doesn’t interrupt with his histrionics. We don’t need him storming in here like he normally does.”  

“I’m too old for this, Shizune.” He slumped in his chair and returned the sheet to the top of the stack. “You don’t need to worry about Madara. I’ve already taken care of it. He should be here shortly to receive his assignment.”

Another incredulous look, and Kakashi laughed, low and a little raspy from exhaustion. “Don’t worry. I’ve assigned him babysitters to make sure he doesn’t interfere today. They’ve been instructed to physically restrain him if necessary.”

“It still wouldn’t be a bad idea to leave the extra guards.”

“You give him too much credit.”

“And you need to set better boundaries,” Shizune chided and quickly added, “I apologize, sir. That was out of line.”

Kakashi opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” he called.

“Sorry to bother you, Hokage-same,” Yurito said as he walked through the door. “I just need your…”

“Move out of my way,” Madara snapped as he bumped into Yurito and knocked a stack of papers out of his hands and onto the floor.  “The idiot requested my presence.”

“I'll go triple check everything,” Shizune said, not disguising the roll of her eyes as she turned and walked out. Madara didn’t so much as glance at her as she glided past him.

“I’ll come back later,” Yurito shut the door behind him.

Madara stopped directly in front of the desk and peered down at Kakashi with amused eyes. “Well, you look like shit.”

“Thanks. Physical appearance has always been a priority of mine.”

“I hear your sarcasm and acknowledge that we are both under the assumption that your face is hideous under that mask.”

Kakashi stared at him blankly. He wasn’t in the mood for this, but didn’t want to spoil whatever good mood Madara seemed to be having.

“I have a new assignment for you.”

“Is that so?” Madara said as he leaned over and placed both hands on the Hokage desk. “Another one of your pitiful attempts to humiliate me?”

Kakashi noted how worn his gloves looked, the leather cracked and smudged with dirt. He wondered if he ever took them off, even while sleeping. He should probably wipe the area down after Madara left. Just to be safe.

“Sadly, no. This is more for your benefit than mine,” Kakashi turned and slid open the top left drawer. “You’ll go to this address. I’ve even written directions to help get you there.”

In the time it took Kakashi to open his desk drawer and retrieve the information, Madara snatched up the top paper from the folder he had accidentally left open.

“What is this?” He cooed, as he brought the page up to his eyes.

Kakashi’s face remained neutral as he calmly replied, “Ah, that? Something I’ve been doodling.”

“Right,” Madara snorted. “I’ve seen your drawings. If they can be called that. Tobirama was the same way. Ruining important documents with his idle scribbles.”  

Idle scribbles? Kakashi felt his eyebrow twitch. He was aware that he didn’t possess the artist skill of someone like Sai, but he couldn’t be that bad. Could he? He’d like to see Madara do any better.

That was it. Kakashi pushed away from the desk and stood up. “Enough games,” he said, all humor gone as he extended his arm. “Give it back. It isn’t for you”  

“Oh, is that so,” Madara teased. “Must be important.”

“Important enough that you shouldn’t be messing with it.” He held the paper close to his face, as he turned it sideways. “No, seriously, what is this? Torture machines? Witchcraft?”

In one rapid movement, Kakashi snatched the paper out of his hand and ripped the left-hand corner clean off. Madara stared back him, stunned, before his face curled into a snarl.

“Scowl all you want to. It wasn’t yours to play with,” Kakashi scolded. “And I think you might need glasses.”

Kakashi knew he had pushed him too far, when Madara’s face reddened, and he suddenly lunged at him. He was easy to dodge. Without any chakra, Madara was clumsy and slow.  Even so, Kakashi knew he shouldn’t prolong this, and side stepped when he made another grab for the paper.  He kicked his foot out from under him and Madara tipped forward. Kakashi caught him by one arm, promptly twisted it behind his back, and with his other hand, shoved Madara’s face down into the desk.

“Madara! Calm down.”  

“Just give it to me"

It was at that moment Shikamaru walked in. He made it two steps into the office, before he froze, stalk still like a deer. Too stunned by the sight of Madara bent over and writhing. The Hokage pressed against his backside.

“Did someone come in?” Madara grumbled. Most of the sound muffled by his curtain of hair.

It broke Shikamaru from his trance. He quickly covered his eyes and stammered, “I’m so sorry. I’ll come back later.”

“This will only take a minute,” Kakashi chirped and gave a closed eyed smile.

Shikamaru made sure to throw the lock before he shut the door behind him.

He turned back to Madara, who had taken to calling him some very creative nicknames. No one had ever referred to him as a “piece of monkey shit” before. Kakashi tightened the grip on his hair, the other hand still locked firm around his wrist. He suddenly became acutely aware of their closeness and noted that Madara felt smaller at this angle. Much less imposing. He was still squirming and the sound of him panting sent a chill through Kakashi.

He released him and pushed back far enough to give them adequate space. It took a moment for Madara to compose himself and twist back around. Kakashi expected that he might come for him again, but instead Madara turned to him with an expression that was both confused and humiliated.

Without a word, Madara retrieved the address, which had fallen to the floor, and stomped out of his office.

********** Since losing his abilities, Madara had grown accustomed to walking everywhere. At first it was exhausting; incarceration had left him lethargic. Muscles that were once well tuned ached and he grew weary after even short distances. But that was months ago. Now, he spent most of his days puttering around the village and he found the rhythm of it soothing.

But the people still annoyed him. All of them crowded in the streets, with their crying children and idle chatter.  He took mostly to back alleys and side streets in order to avoid the clusters.

For that reason, he didn’t even look at the directions Kakashi had scrawled. He knew the street, so finding the address was no issue. He wasn’t even surprised when he found himself outside one of those obnoxiously large clothing stores, but that didn’t mean the masked menace wasn’t going to get an earful once he was done.

“There he is. Madara!” Sakura called waving one arm to get his attention.  

Madara eyes moved between Sakura and the petite blonde that glared at him.

“Sakura,” Madara groaned as he crumbled the address up and tossed it to the ground. “Are you here to assist me on this little adventure?”

“Kakashi-sensei asked us to help you pick out some new clothes.”

“Of course he did. As if I were a child and not a grown man completely capable of dressing himself.”

Madara knew the real reason for their presence was to keep him out of trouble. He guessed the old dog was finally catching on that Sasuke did little more than watch his shenanigans unfold.  “But why is she here? I don’t need two of you to put pants on.”

“Gross. Like anyone would want to touch your pants,” Ino sneered and then whispered, “pervert.”

“Trust me, Blondie, you’re not my type,” Madara uncrossed his arms and made his way to the entrance door. “Sakura, grab your Yorkie, so we can get this over with.”

“Did he just call me a dog?”

Sakura grabbed Ino by the arm, “Just ignore him. He’s only trying to goad you.”

A soft “ting” rang as they crossed through the door.

“Hi and welcome to…” a young girl in a blue vest chimed and faltered, her voice trailed off the moment her gaze fell on Madara.

He swallowed. Did every insect in this village recognize him on sight? Back in his day, a civilian like this would quiver in fear at the sight of him, but the way she was looking at him now wasn’t with fear. No, this was disgust.

It was much the same when the village was founded. No matter what the alliance meant, hostility unmasked itself not just in sideways glances, but in petty ways. Hashirama tried to mitigate some of the trouble, but outside pressure left him placating to the opposition more often than not.

Madara didn’t really blame him. At least, not as much anymore.  He was the one that abandoned their dream, after all.

He ignored the daggers the sales woman was shooting him and stomped in the direction of the big sign that said ‘Men’s.’

Sakura sidled up next to him. “You missed your last appointment.”

“I was busy.”

“I’m sure,” she said, her steps keeping pace as his stride quickened. “Your therapy appointment too.” “I was busy that day as well.”

“Active life,” Sakura nodded. They had reached the men’s section and Madara was already looking around for something to distract himself with. “Are you at least taking your meds?”

Ino, who hadn’t rushed to keep up, finally arrived behind them.  

Madara eyed her warily. “Why bother? They don’t do anything.”

He made his way to the closest rack and flipped through it quickly, without any real focus. Obviously uncomfortable with the conversation.

“We talked about this,” Sakura leaned in and whispered. “You’re not going to see the effects right away, but if you give it a little time.”

“Enough,” Madara snapped. “Just give me another appointment and I’ll be sure to be there. I don’t want to yammer on about it today.”

“If he wants to suffer, just let him,” Ino said.

Madara ignored her and pulled a shirt from the rack, realized once it was out that it was two sizes too small, and he tossed it to the floor.  

Sakura snatched the shirt off the floor and hung it back up. “What are you doing? You can’t just throw things on the floor.”

“Why have you brought me here?” he groaned, “These garments aren’t suitable for peasants. You might as well fit me with a potato sack.”

Sakura let out an exasperated sigh and pulled a few items off the rack. “See, these aren’t too bad. Why don’t you go try them on?”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“How about this?” Ino said as she held up a vibrant orange and black one piece. “I think this would look stunning on you.”

“Be serious,” Sakura scolded.

“Fine,” Ino sighed. “But we’re not dressing him in blue.”

“Agreed, no blue,” Sakura said. “How about this?”

“Hm, I dunno,” Ino placed a hand on her chin. “His shoulders are too broad for that and I’m thinking he needs a button down. I can’t see any shirt hole being large enough to fit that hair of his. Oh, this one looks nice.”

“I like that, but maybe go up a size. He’s put on a little weight since he got here.”

“You both know that I’m standing right here?” he snarled. “I don’t need you picking out clothes for me.”

Ignoring him, Sakura heaved a large pile of garments into his arms. “Here, this should be good for now. Let’s go try them on.” Before he could protest, she was shoving him towards the fitting rooms.  

Madara slammed the door behind him and tossed the clothing on the side bench.

With a few snaps, he undid his shoulder pads and draped them gingerly on the nearest hook. He did the same with his armor. The rest of his clothing was neatly folded and set in a corner. Once undressed, Madara reached down and pinched a bit of the flesh on his lower abdomen and frowned.

Maybe he had gained a little weight.

He reached out and took the first shirt from the pile, light-weight and heather gray. The fabric felt smooth between his fingers. He combined it with a pair of black slacks.

He wondered if the shirt was too snug and sucked in his gut as he gazed at himself in the full-length mirror. The v-neck cut felt strangely…revealing. He stripped them both off and threw them into a corner that he deemed worthy of at least consideration.

The next was a pale blue short-sleeved with the words “Warning: This T-Shirt May Contain an Idiot” across the front. Blondie’s work, he was sure. He tossed it in the rejection pile.

“Madara,” Sakura called through the door. “You should come out and model them for us.”

“Not a chance.”

“Just let him finish. The sooner he gets done, the sooner we can leave,” Ino said.

Even at a whisper, Madara could hear her through the thin door.

“If you have somewhere you need to be, you can go. I can handle this.” Even lower, Sakura added, “I can tell you don’t want to be here.”

Ino let out an audible exhale. “Of course I don’t want to be here. Looking at him makes me sick.”

There was a crack in her voice towards the end and Madara leaned in closer to the door. A long period of silence followed and he wondered if they had moved farther away.

“Ino,” Sakura finally said, voice soft. “Is this about your dad?”

“Yeah, fine, whatever,” her words shook. “I’ll let you handle this. I have somewhere I need to be anyway. See you later, Forehead.”

“Wait! Ino!” Sakura called after her, but Madara could hear her fading footsteps.

Madara sucked in a deep breath. He now understood the girl’s hostility. Her father must have died during the war.

He had never been close to his own father. Tajima had been an unaffectionate bastard and the only thing that bound them was blood and war. Madara may have killed him with his own hands if consumption hadn’t taken him first.

He didn’t even know who her father had been. One of many faceless shinobi. He had no way of knowing how many people he’d killed over the years. Hundreds? Thousands? One doesn’t keep tallies in battle. You only rest your head at night, thankful to live another day.

 But why did he suddenly feel so guilty?

“How’s it going in there?” Sakura called and Madara jumped.

“Fine.”

He turned back to the pile of clothing to continue where he left off. One pile for acceptable, another for rubbish.

 Who cares if some teenaged girl hated him?

After he tried everything on, Madara put his old garments back on and handed off the rejects to Sakura. “These ones will do, I suppose.”  

“Good, we’ll call this a win,” Sakura gave him a strained smile.

Neither one of them mentioned Ino’s absence as Sakura paid for the items and they made their way to the door.

“Come Monday, I want to see you in my office,” she reminded him and patted him softly on the shoulder. “Promise?”

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled. “I promise.”

********** Once back at his house, Madara hung up each new item in his closet, leaving out the first outfit he had tried on. It seemed fitting to show the Hokage that he had completed his foolish task without fail. He thought he might walk over there and gloat before it got too late in the evening.

As he stood in front of his bathroom mirror, Madara pulled at the snug gray shirt and wondered if, maybe, he should have gone with a larger size. Having decided that it looked fine and he hadn’t gained that much weight, he went to flip off the bathroom light and paused at his reflection.

He was suddenly struck by how a simple change in attire altered his appearance. Smaller, maybe. Less threatening, true. But it was the normality of it he found unsettling. He could be anybody. Not someone legendary, but an average guy just going about his business.

He looked like a civilian and, Madara thought, he supposed that was what he was now. No longer a shinobi. He’d lost the right to call himself that.

By the time he left the house, the sun was already low enough to cast everything in a golden hue. It was nearly dark by the time he reached the Administration Building. He was surprised to find the windows of the Hokage office unlit and wondered if Kakashi had decided to take an early night.

“I agree. It's a risk,” Madara recognized Kakashi's voice and froze where he was. “But we won't move into it blindly. I want more information before I make a solid decision.”

More muffled words that Madara couldn't make out. He crouched to the ground and kept low enough that he was camouflaged by a cropping of boxwoods.

“It's foolishness,” a woman shouted. Madara recognized her as one of the elders that had argued in favor of his execution. He couldn’t recall her name, nor the older man standing next to her.

“As it is, the village cannot sustain itself,” Kakashi said firmly. “Missions have dwindled and even if the hadn’t, we don’t have the manpower. We have to adapt.”

“You'll do what you want either way,” she snapped.  “But if things go wrong, you’re the one that will answer for it.” With that, the woman turned and dramatically walked away. Her companion following close behind her.

Once they were out of sight, Madara watched as Kakashi's shoulders sagged. He stood for a moment like that, before he turned and walked in the direction of the Hokage mansion.

Madara waited until he was gone to get up from his hiding place. He looked down to find his new clothes covered in dirt. Guess he would have to learn to work the washing machine after all.

More importantly, what was that idiot up to?

[purple-possibilities]

Unplanned Confessions [MadaKaka]

All the dialogue and the last sentence are from this prompt.

“Everyone thinks we’re a couple,” Madara whined boomed powerfully as soon as he sulked stormed purposefully into the Senju private training grounds, arms crossed and his typical pout scowl in place. In the tree above him, Kakashi—reclined on a branch, nose buried in the ever present Icha Icha Paradise—hummed contemplatively.

“Well, we did sleep together,” was Kakashi’s lackadaisical reply, although he did offer Madara a casual shrug as well. Madara wondered how Kakashi could shrug while his upper body was squashed awkwardly between the tree’s trunk and one of its branches, then wondered why the irritating man chose to sit in such a seemingly uncomfortable position to start with. ‘Probably just to vex me,’ Madara thought, experiencing a pleasant flutter in his belly at the idea of Kakashi thinking about him before getting back on track.

“Yes—literally. As in, just sleeping!” Madara spat, as if the other man hadn’t been there too, just as drunk. Madara was totally not disappointed that it was all that happened. Totally.

There was a brief flip of a page and an extra beat of silence before Kakashi deigned to reply. Madara knew Kakashi only did this to bother him. Madara knew a lot about Kakashi though a good deal of it was misconstrued or just totally wrong.

“I’m wondering if your horror should insult me.” Kakashi finally settled on, his tone deceptively casual and aloof.

Talking before his mouth could catch up with his brain, Madara stuttered, “I—what—no—”

“—I enjoyed sleeping with you.”

‘Aaaand there it is,’ Madara thought, truly scowling now, hair bristling like a cat with its hackles raised as he caught onto Kakashi’s newest cruelest joke. Of course Kakashi found humour in this situation. Of course Kakashi didn’t care—would never care—would never have those same feelings.

“You find this far too funny,” was Madara’s only reply, unable to think up anything better while the pleasant fluttering from before transformed into an uncomfortable twisting in his gut.

Another pause. Another page flipped. A deep breath. Then Kakashi blew everything straight to hell.

“Maybe I’m just flattered.”

And with that, they were speechless.

Edit: continued here

[forlornwind]

@hataakes

While Madara could not always wake with his husband, he did make it a point to have breakfast with Kakashi, or at least send each other off on days when they had to rush. Today was no different; Madara woke before the sun, washed up, then meditated to the soothing rhythm of his husband’s heartbeat until the latter awoke. Over the years, Madara has gotten more and more accustomed to another’s chakra within his immediate vicinity. And this chakra was not one that resented him for his decisions, but one that loved him in spite of them.

This chakra was that of his husband’s, and Madara was so very in tuned with it that if he focused ( even slightly ) then he could immediately pinpoint where Kakashi was within five miles. While Kakashi was in the Hokage’s office, Madara was in front of the wardrobe of their shared room, adjusting the floral sash of purple around his waist, loosely holding together red robes draped over black tights. ( Kakashi liked his robes, but it was inappropriate to show too much skin in public, or so he tried to reason. )

When he went out of the Hatake compound, he held the knot of a bundle wrapped bento in one hand, and a bouquet of lavenders and roses in another. When the villagers saw him, they bow slightly but do not seek conversation, because they and he know that it was near lunch time. But as his feet brought him closer and closer to the Hokage’s building, his stride would slow and hesitate as a strain of bitterness caught up to him. It got stronger as he neared Kakashi’s office, and for a moment he decided against bothering his husband. But rather than let rumours speak his hesitance, Madara still gave two knocks on the door as he balanced the beautiful bouquet on one arm.

starter for the husband @hataakes