okay,, i was gonna wait to see if anyone else asked about it,,,, but i need to know about "blood hsmd"!!!!
🙈 it's a fic I started writing for last year's hashimada week (one of the prompts was blood), but then I realized it went against the rules bc it's more of a dubcon/noncon hahah so tw necro where hashirama sticks his tongue where he previously stuck his sword <3 I shared the start already here , so here's a continuation of that ☺️😚
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His heart longed to know Madara's, to feel it, to touch it. Hashirama's body didn't betray him when it reached for the gaping hole he had created.
Hashirama outlined the unreactive wound with his fingers, taking in the texture. The lukewarm blood sticking to his fingertips, a strong iron scent flooding his nose. Such a familiar sight, save for the fact it was his old friend laying below him. Oh, Madara, he wept.
The blood kept invading his senses, unwelcome yet… luring him. Calling and dragging him closer. Steadily, he lowered his face closer, stopping a few centimeters above the hole on Madara's back.
This wasn't right. Not only were his thoughts disrespectful towards Madara, who had barely just hit the ground, Hashirama had been the one to do it! Had he not wronged his dearest friend enough?
He quickly retreated to his previous upright position. Madara would kill him if he knew. Or rather not kill, he wouldn't kill him per se-- he wouldn’t go where Hashirama went. He'd never kill his friend.
His mouth watered and he swallowed, stretching his arms and closing his fists on top of his knees.
He moved forward again, throwing the remaining shame away.
How many times had Madara crossed his lines before? When had they cared for things like these anyway?
One hand spread the wet fabric of Madara's clothes a bit, to allow him better access to the wound. He stared at the hole for a few seconds before kissing it.
Hashirama and Mito are married and talking about relations to other villages:
"We could actually do both," Hashirama said, "If we each go to a different one at the same time and problem's solved!"
"I mean, sure, this way we could do it faster without having to renegotiate schedules with at least one of them," Mito spoke cautiously. There was a seriousness in her face that made Hashirama straighten his spine and pay closer attention.
"However," she frowned. "Your plan raises a different problem."
"What kind of problem?" Hashirama's face mirrored Mito's.
"If both me and you are out of Konoha simultaneously," she took a step closer, her face turning more exasperated.
Hashirama gulped, sweat covering his palms.
"Who will be caught sneaking out of Madara's bedroom? Hmm?"
Hashirama stood frozen for a couple of seconds until Mito's words sinked in.
"Not you too!" His face soured, and he threw his arms up.
"Trying to give me a heart attack." Hashirama and turned on his heels to leave the room, Mito laughing and drying her tears behind him.
blood | first time | Post Valley of the End | ~200 words | M-rated ?
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Madara fell on the water, and Hashirama didn't feel a thing. His sword was still in Madara's back, and the only reason Hashirama knew the rain was pouring on him was because he could see it.
He grabbed Madara and pulled him onto the riverbank, inadvertently brushing his fingers against his cold skin. His cold, dead skin.
He sat down by his friend's side while the rain stopped. Slowly, the sky cleared. The sun shone through a few clouds as if nothing had happened. Sun rays carelessly touched the blood coming from Hashirama's sword.
Taking a deep breath, Hashirama wrapped his hand around the sword's handle and pulled it out in one swift motion.
It was so awfully normal.
Like the hundreds of times he had done it before, yet his stomach stirred. It was Madara for fuck's sake, it shouldn't have been him.
Blood came out of Madara's heart as if it were still pumping. Hashirama couldn't look away even though he felt like he should. He wanted to see what he had done to Madara. His thoughts suggested things he didn't always follow through due to reason, but… he was alone here.
It's a modern AU that I started writing in 2021 (which now reads as a period piece bc I keep bringing up masks and distancing every. single. paragraph.
So Madara sees an ad for a supermarket deal where they're selling 5 plates for 100 kr (also relevant to this being a period piece, I think the normal price is at like 70-80 kr for one plate today...), then he meets Hashirama at the store :D
It's set in Norway and written in Norwegian though 😅
Madara kom seg fort gjennom butikken. Han var så desperat at han nesten jogget dit. Det var flere folk enn han håpet der, altfor mange potensielle kunder som kunne ønske seg Kvikk Lunsj. Likevel klarte han å se at det fortsatt var Kvikk Lunsj plater der. Akkurat fem stykker. Han trodde ikke på øynene sine engang. Det var så lenge siden han fikk smake på sjokoladen, fordi den var den første til å gå tom når det var tilbud. I tillegg til at han nektet seg å kjøpe sjokoladeplatene for den vanlige prisen på Meny eller Kiwi. Ikke i dag. I dag klarte han det endelig. Han var så nær sjokoladen nå, han kunne smake det i munnen sin.
Han strukket armen for å ta platene, men plutselig kom det en annen arm foran seg og tok alle platene. Det er ikke mulig. Nå lo de siste fem sjokoladeplatene med en… en høy mann som hadde langt brunt hår, brune øyne, og et blomstermønstret munnbind. Mannen som tok alle sjokoladeplatene som var igjen. Så klart ble Madara sur og gikk bort til ham. Han måtte gjøre noe. Den grådige mannen som tok alle sjokoladene til seg kunne ikke vinne.
"Unnskyld meg?"
"Hmm?" Den andre mannen snudde seg.
"Skal du ha alle sjokoladene?" Han visket, ville jo ikke få mer oppmerksomhet enn nødvendig. I tilfelle planen gikk galt.
"Kva seier du no?"
Madara skjønte at han burde ikke ha visket. Munnbindet sto allerede i veien, da han til og med snakket så lavt var det jo vanskelig å bli hørt. Han rettet litt på seg og prøvde igjen, litt tydeligere nå.
For tge tag game the "Aw man!" sounds interesting sgdvdv
I'M DYING OF ALL THE OPTIONS YOU ASK ME ABOUT THIS 🙈 so earlier this year something came over me and I made plans and began writing what had to be a 7-8? chapter long pwp kinda cracky founders x reader where the reader get's isekaied to early konoha... I only made it as far as a prologue + one chapter though...
You were walking around when you heard a loud noise. You couldn't tell where it was coming from, and it was too late anyway. A plane suffering a malfunction crashed right onto you, killing you instantly.
In the next second, you opened your eyes and you were... sitting on some dirt? There was a forest around, and the sky was bluer than you'd ever seen it before. You standed up, with your head aching a bit, and looked around. There were some weird buildings in the distance. Apparently, you were on top of a cliff. Also, there was a scroll by your feet.
"Huh," you said out loud, mimicking Dr. House, as you picked up the scroll. It looked awfully similar to the scrolls from Naruto. You opened and read it.
"Upon your death, you were transported to the Naruto world. Life here isn't sustainable for you, causing you to die in seven days from now unless you give head to seven ninjas. Then and only then, will you survive and make it back to your world."
"Huh," you repeated after finishing reading the text in the scroll. There was no way this was true. What the fuck. Where were you??
Walking towards the edge, you took a closer look at the buildings and– goodness gracious it was Konoha. You looked down to try to see the Hokage heads, but the ciff was flat. Jesus Christ it's the founding period. Of all people who could get isekaid, of course it would be you, and on top of that to a fuck or die scenario. A prolonged version, but one nonetheless. You guessed this is what you deserved for reading x reader fics on Tumblr instead of doing what you were actually supposed to do.
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
blood hsmd
To Burst The Truth
De siste sjokoladeplatene (the last chocolate plates)
Tags: humour, crack treated seriously, slice of life
Wordcount: 427
A/N: tsym @zelianthos-capercaillie for beta reading <3 + Ao3 link
Madara walked into the recently built house towards the common bathroom. It had separate closed cabins, perfect for much needed privacy. He looked around to see if there were others in the area, infusing sensing chakra for good measure, and, assured that he was alone, opened the door to the toilet farthest from the entrance.
He locked the door behind himself, one step closer to relief, before lowering his pants and positioning himself to take a piss. For a brief moment, all he could hear was his own steady breath. Then, the sound of pee hitting the toilet.
Madara sighed softly in relief.
He moved his foot a bit to the side to steady himself, but felt something hit his sandals. Opening his eyes, Madara saw a small tree branch. It couldn't possibly be what he thought it was.
No way.
His pee trickled off, slowly but surely, until it came to an end, even though his bladder didn't feel fully empty yet.
Ain't no way.
Madara pulled his pants back up and opened the door swiftly to reveal Hashirama, the latter catching himself from falling forward at the sudden loss of a flat surface.
"What the fuck, Hashirama." Madara said in a deadpan voice.
"Oh," Hashirama said, not an ounce of shame in his voice. "I didn't know you were in there."
Madara kept staring back at him, eyes widening.
"Maybe you felt lonely," Hashirama continued. "Needed a helping hand, even?"
"Get out!" Madara snarled before slamming the door between them.
It didn't take two seconds before he realized that he had nowhere to go. Hashirama wasn't moving, though the creeping branch had stayed still at least.
Madara reached for the door knob, breathed in deeply, then quickly opened the door to make a run for the exit. He was just about to leave the bathroom entirely when arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, pulling and weighing him down.
“Thank god you didn't overreact.” Hashirama's voice from his position near Madara's hips sounded much too casual to be genuine.
Madara made a face. “Get away from my cock, you weirdo.”
“What?” Hashirama's voice trembled, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “But all I want is for us to spend some time together!”
“If you don't leave me, I'm going to—”
Hashirama snorted. “Going to what? Pee on me? You couldn’t even if you wanted to!”
“I'm not giving you that pleasure!”
The snort turned into chuckles as the two of them got up to leave, teasing and laughing at each other on the way out.
[ID: A manga panel from Naruto chapter 623 picturing Hashirama and Madara as kids sitting on top of a cliff looking at the forest and mountains in the distance. End ID]
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I det siste hadde noen enkelte familiemedlemmer lagt merke til at Madara hadde blitt stillere enn det han hadde vært før. De syntes at han så urolig ut, og dermed bestemte seg for å fortelle dette til faren hans. En person foreslo at han kunne skrive ned følelsene sine for å bli kvitt dem.
Han satt seg klar ved bordet med papir, blekk og en pensel. Hva skulle han skrive om?
Madara satt der i en stund. Han så på det blanke arket og så seg rundt. Da han så at ingen var i nærheten begynte han å skrive.
