#polysannin

[fuckboy-orochimaru]

Orochimaru: *is tipsy and going on about some pseudophilosophical existentialist shit*

Tsunade: *sigh* Why can't I have a normal significant other?

Jiraiya: Hey ;)💕

Tsunade: Not you

[awintersrose]

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

Recently deployed to war and shaken by new realities, the young and not-yet-named Sannin have been called home to regroup and receive new orders. On the journey, emotions are revealed, and the three young teammates take refuge in each other.

Prequel to "Secret Ceremonials," but can be read as a stand-alone.

Pairing: Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Threesome, explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, affirmations of life spiraling out of control, canon-typical violence, and a hefty dash of youthful angst.

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This is not a new fic, but it is new to my blog and has been gently revised from the 2016 version in celebration of the upcoming release of the next installment in the Clandestine Joys series. Hope you enjoy!

[lana-parrilla-has-my-pants]

~ During that drunk dream, Tsunade mind ran wild and imagined a world where life could have been happier ~

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Nartober day 16 : Dream Team

inktober day 16 : Wild

[awintersrose]

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

A threefold cord can’t be broken—or so they say. With outward challenges facing them at every turn, the Sannin strive to protect what is theirs.

Sequel to Secret Ceremonials.

Pairing: Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: Grief and trauma recovery, pregnancy, village conspiracies. **This chapter specifically - the beginning of ROOT experiments, but mostly vague for now.

Rating is based on future chapters as a catch-all but there is still no smut yet, sorry friends. This will be changing soon!

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CHAPTER 2 IS UP... because I have little self control and need to share it! Hope you enjoy!!

[awintersrose]

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

A threefold cord can’t be broken—or so they say. With outward challenges facing them at every turn, the Sannin strive to protect what is theirs.

Sequel to Secret Ceremonials.

Pairing: Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade Rating: Explicit Warnings: Grief and trauma recovery, dark thoughts on a snowy day, pregnancy. Rating is based on future chapters as a catch-all but there is no smut yet, sorry friends. As you know, this will definitely change.

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IT’S HERE AT LONG LAST. I really hope you guys enjoy it - expect more to come very, very soon! ^_^

[awintersrose]

Love and loss are the only guarantees in the life of a shinobi. The Legendary Sannin know this better than most.

Pairing: Jiraiya/Orochimaru/Tsunade

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Second Shinobi war era, references to canon-compliant violence and children in ROOT, trauma and grief recovery, PTSD, suicidal behavior, explicit sexual content, rope bondage, sensory play, D/s themes.

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The forest offered no refuge from the chill of winter, but Tsunade welcomed the cold, wishing the numbness that spread through her extremities would extend to the ragged edges of her heart. She leapt onward until the tree line cleared, revealing dark water that reflected the scant light of the crescent moon. The cabin on the eastern side of the lake had seen better days, but it still stood strong, a lone sentinel facing the water’s edge. Tsunade stared at the shimmering expanse of the lake as the icy wind swirled snowflakes around her body, and she felt a familiar presence emerge from the woods behind her, his chakra signature crackling with anger.

“Isn’t it a bit cold for a midnight swim, Princess?” His humorless voice held no warmth, and Tsunade spun around to face Orochimaru. His face betrayed no emotion, though his golden eyes burned with a rage she could almost feel prickling along her skin.

“Go back home, Orochi.” she muttered, sidestepping him, and walking toward the cabin.

Slender fingers coiled around Tsunade’s wrists as she felt herself pulled bodily against his lean frame. Tsunade jerked against Orochimaru’s hold on her, but he would not relent.

“If I go, you are coming with me. Grieve, cry, hate, scream if you must. I know what you are doing, and I will not allow it. You are not going anywhere. I will not let you.” 

Read more on AO3.

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After a long hiatus, Chapter 15 is now posted. I really hope you enjoy it! If you do, please give this post a like or even moreso, a reblog - it helps so much! Thank you all for your support! <333

[awintersrose]

Sannin OT3 and 12 please? Sorry, I just can’t help myself. I remembered that beautiful fic of yours. <3

12. Kisses pressed to a swollen stomach, following the kicks of the child inside, protectiveness as one curls over their partners body, a celebration of a growing family ~~~ from this prompt list

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This summer seems unending and nearing six months pregnant, the humidity and sweltering temperatures are the last things Tsunade wants to abide. The oppressive heat is inescapable and a lazy afternoon finds her stretched out beneath the shade of their sleeping porch with a popsicle and a hand fan, wearing short shorts and little else. 

A stray breeze is her greatest desire, though the melon flavored ice is rather lovely…

A jubilant exclamation interrupts her from a near doze, in time with the movement of their baby, who has decided to dance across her insides in a spirited little jig. The increased quickening within her is a constant now, but suddenly Jiraiya is at her side, his gigantic palm splayed over the new roundness of her torso. 

His touch is eager, but there is no denying the sheer tenderness there, the restraint. It’s just too bad that he always seems to run at least ten degrees hotter than anyone else she knows, because it’s only making the humidity feel even worse.

“Bah, what is it? Your hands are too hot.”

“I swear I saw your belly move. Our little alien must be kicking hard enough for us to feel her now!” His grin is so instantly charming that Tsunade nearly forgets how vastly uncomfortable she feels.

A lightning-swift flick of fingertips against Jiraiya’s forehead interrupts the moment of cheer as Orochimaru arrives, lips pursed. “Our child is not an alien, you oaf.”

Jiraiya draws back, rubbing his forehead with a grimace. “You know I wasn’t serious, teme. I meant like the movie, you know, where the thing bursts out--”

Another flick, this time to the ear. “Finish that statement and we’ll see what bursts in a few minutes.” Orochimaru says evenly, then turns to Tsunade, his expression softening as he sits down beside her. “Can we really feel her now? I thought it might be another week or two.”

“You can try, I think. If Raiya’s right.” Tsunade looks at both of her partners and the fluttery shifting within her starts up again, as if in recognition of the sound of their voices, though it’s likely too early for that. She looks down and sure enough -- though it may be because of how small she was to begin with -- a small wavelike movement is actually visible now across her baby bump. Jiraiya’s eyes widen as he feels it.

“Well hello, little love,” he murmurs, grabbing Orochimaru’s hand, and placing it alongside his own. “You’re quite the overachiever already, but you are our baby after all.”

Another soft bump crests against the pressure of their hands and Orochimaru smiles, bending closer to Tsunade’s belly. “You certainly are, but don’t be hasty, little darling. We’re not ready for you yet - you’ve got growing to do.”

At once, discomfort is forgotten in the face of awestruck sentiment, and watching her lovers become puddles of shinobi-shaped goo for their unborn baby girl… it’s enough to get Tsunade’s own emotions running amok. Jiraiya presses a kiss to her bare belly, murmuring something she can no longer even hear, and there is no saving her from the surging hormones that make her misty-eyed in an instant.

“Hime, what’s wrong?” Orochimaru looks up at her, catching the scent of salt on the air, and she winces, ready to deflect his question. 

“Nothing! Dust, it’s too dusty on this porch…” she mumbles, rubbing her eye. “We should clean out here more often.”

He studies her for several seconds, but then he laughs, his golden eyes bright. “Sure, Hime.”

She couldn’t possibly be happier.

[lana-parrilla-has-my-pants]

The Sannin go rogue AU: instead of a three tailed bijuu, there are three One tailed bijuu: a frog, a slug and a snake

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Nartober day 30 : Jinchuriki Shuffle

Inktober day 30 : Catch