Hello if may request a madara who has crush like what steps he may go through for his plan to win them over. in the era of the hidden leaf time line (๑`✪̤◡✪̤)◞ღԵհɑղƘՏღ
[🌸] heheh-- This was funny.
genre: bad romantic comedy
warnings: Izuna lives because I say so. We want everyone alive and happy :b, fem!reader (I don't think the gender of the reader was mentioned…? Ahh, I don't remember pipi).
Summary: How to Win Over Your Crush in 4 Simple Steps — by: Madara Uchiha, feat: Three Idiots.
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“Four is good luck.” Hashirama had started. “Maybe it would be a good idea if we helped you woo her like in the old days.”
Tobirama interrupted his older brother. “You mean that strange courtship of the ancestors of courting someone using four steps…? I thought four was bad luck.”
Hashirama replied with one of his characteristic smiles to his younger brother, “Yes, but I think it only applies to those who live in the south of the country.”
Izuna, being almost an unconscious idiot, spoke up, “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Madara sweatdropped at the stupidity of his friend and brother. “… We live in the south,” he muttered.
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-- Step number one: he would get to know her tastes.
Madara didn’t know how to start a conversation with you the first time he met you. And it’s not like he was an idiot or anything, he had talked to higher-ups and the heads of other villages before.
He was the fucking leader of the most powerful clan along with the Senju clan, the Uchiha clan.
That's why he couldn't forget that the first thing he said to you out of nerves was: 'I like your headband'... but, it wasn't even a headband! It was a hair ribbon!
And despite that silly mistake of his, you laughed or were you laughing with him...? No, you were definitely laughing at him.
But a part of him didn't care that you laughed at him, your smile combined with your laughter was a charming sight. Too bad it wasn't because of one of his unexpected and witty responses that made you laugh. What surprised him the most was that you decided to stay and start a short conversation with him despite his pathetic attempt to talk to you.
Unfortunately, you were just visiting that day at the Hokage tower. Being the second cousin of the Senju brothers you grew very close to them, becoming very close to both brothers.
When he told his brother and—mistakenly—his closest friend's younger brother along with the latter of them about his desire to court you, they decided to help him.
He turned to see where his younger brother was hiding. The fool simply gestured with his only available hand to encourage him to approach you, while the other held a few sweet breads he was eating that the idiot had bought with his money.
'Glutton', was Madara's first thought. But was he really going to blame him? After all, he was the first one who offered to help him.
“In order to really get to know someone you must know their likes, big brother. That way you'll know that person deeper.” That had been one of Izuna's pieces of advice.
Madara sighed as he watched your back. Tobirama had been the one who had made the meeting possible, bringing you to the front of one of the first restaurants that had been built after Konoha was founded.
According to the little information provided by the youngest of the Senju, it was one of the restaurants you frequented the most.
Taking all the courage he could muster, he slowly approached you. Vaguely, he wondered if you remembered him, for Kami's sake, what if you told him you didn't remember him?
He knew he was being dramatic, but he would surely die right then from embarrassment.
With a shake of his head he shook those thoughts away. “Don't think that way, Madara-.” He told himself before a soft voice brought him out of his thoughts.
“Oh, it's you.”
Uh-oh.
Almost comically, Madara turned to you. For your part, you feared for a moment that his neck would break from the abrupt way he turned to you.
All because he was looking at his dumb younger brother, he didn't see that you had turned around and saw him standing there, looking back like an idiot.
Madara stood still, the poor man having a short circuit; he wanted to say so many things at once, but he couldn’t say them. Was it this nervousness? It was most likely.
He reacted when he realized with embarrassment that he had been left with his mouth hanging open. With a loud snap, he closed his mouth trying to find the right words to start talking, but he just couldn’t find them.
Madara would have scolded himself again, but a small snort caught his attention.
Oh-, you were laughing…
At him… again.
He felt the heat overwhelming his cheeks, he belatedly realized that he was blushing… and oh my god, he was acting like a fucking teenager!
He swore that in the background he could hear his brother laughing and choking on whatever he was eating now.
“Do you want to go eat with me?”, you asked, getting him out of his mind with your pretty voice; Obviously, you were oblivious to his thoughts or your surroundings.
Madara nearly choked trying to answer and, luckily or by a miracle, he managed to answer you, “yeah, sure,” although he spoke a little louder than usual.
The embarrassment he was feeling was enough to make him wish he was swallowed by the earth, Madara Uchiha wanting to be swallowed by the earth… What kind of nonsense and lie was that? He swears that no woman ever managed to put him that way, he was supposed to be the one who put them that way.
And yet, here he was wanting to bury his head in the ground while he followed you inside the small but cozy restaurant.
“And tell me… What things do you like?”
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Hashirama had a serious expression, if someone had seen them from afar they would have thought they were talking about something serious, politics or something between clans.
However, that was very far from reality.
“Women like to feel special—”
“I know, I had lovers in the past”
“And that's why— wait what.”
Madara felt a strong urge to sigh when he saw his friend's stupid face, looking at him as if he had grown a second head, or as if he had said something like “I'm going to rule the world. If you want to stop me, you'll have to kill me” and then magically survived that battle and hid underground for sixty years planning some kind of revenge with an abandoned child and a creature of dubious origin. The thought made him roll his eyes, as if he was going to do it.
“I had lovers in the past… Did you think I was some kind of social retard?”
“Yes… I mean no—, of course not!”
He raised an eyebrow, Madara was beginning to doubt his friend's abilities. The fact that he had a wife seemed a little unbelievable to him now.
Was this a government social experiment? Wait what.
Hashirama sighed before speaking after a long while. “She likes conversations that can bring out her wit, you know?”
“…I think her ideal type is someone who can flow with her, and who answers with the same kind of wit… at least that’s how she’s been since we were kids”
Madara was absorbing every ounce of information his friend was giving him about you. A little you seemed adorable to him, although truth be told, you were already adorable. “I can imagine,” he said as a subtle, amused smile crept up his lips.
“Oh, believe me, she sometimes got on the older ones’ nerves when she brought out her wit”
His smile softened as he imagined a little you fluttering like a little butterfly among the adults and graciously answering what they said to you. Madara wondered to himself: if he ever had children with you, would they be just like you?
“I can handle it”
“… liar.”
Madara didn't waste his time denying that, after all you and he had agreed to meet at the field that was at the southern end of the village. His heart began to pound with excitement just thinking about meeting you again, he just hoped he wouldn't get as nervous around you as the first time.
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-- Step Two; ‘Romantic’ Dates
“Alright, listen up,” Izuna spoke up interrupting whatever Tobirama was going to say. “Now you’re about to dive into dangerous waters–”
“You talk like he’s about to enter a battlefield, it’s just a date.”
“Says the one who’s never been on a date in his life.”
“You son of a–”
Madara let out a snort of annoyance, these two weren’t helping at all.
“Listen,” Tobirama exclaimed with annoyance evident in his voice and face, “it’s nothing to be alarmed about, the only thing that changes is that they won’t be friendly dates, they’ll start to be more romantic and serious.”
“Yes, it's something like this,” Izuna said pointing at the drawing of a staircase (?) he had made on the ground, “you are here,” he said pointing at step one, “where the dates to get to know each other better begin… then you will be on step two at the kissing part and ask her to be your life partner,” his brother's voice became dramatic.
“And… what does the last step mean–?”, Tobirama asked pointing at the last step.
“Stay away, Satan!”
Madara looked at them with a disturbed face as he watched them talk about… he honestly didn't feel like repeating it in his mind, he didn't want to see you like that. At least not yet, you looked so pure that the idea of corrupting you hurt him… in more than one way.
He simply walked away trying to get rid of the new thoughts that began to torment him. He looked at the sky, it was beginning to get dark, there was still time.
His walk was slow but sure, some passersby stopping to greet him politely as they passed. Madara wasn't surprised, being the leader of the Uchiha Clan it was normal for people to show him respect.
Vaguely, he wondered if you accept being his, Would you feel uncomfortable if people and civilians bowed to greet you? It would be normal for you to feel that way, knowing you and your status. He could almost imagine your cute face awkward as you walked beside him.
No, surely you would overcome that. You are a strong and amazing woman, you deserved more than a pathetic nod as a greeting. To Madara people should kneel and kiss your feet to greet you.
Although, you probably wouldn't agree with that. You are such an amazing and gentle woman, that your mere existence in this corrosive world shouldn't exist. But you are also a woman who because of her status wasn't that important to her clan.
He grimaced.
But as soon as it appeared, it disappeared when he saw you. Your eyes lit up when you saw him, causing a small smile to appear on his normally stoic face.
Well, if your status doesn’t mean anything now, he’ll definitely make it so in the future.
“How are you?”
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-- Step Three: ‘Gifts and always Showing Trust’
“What, you don’t know what else to give her?” Izuna asked carelessly as he munched on an onigiri.
“No,” he replied as he tried to think of what to give you as a sign that he was fully committed to you. In the Uchiha clan, there was this tradition where the man had to give you something meaningful as a sign of commitment and loyalty to the other person, though he vaguely wondered if you would understand his gestures since you weren’t part of the Uchiha clan.
“What about flowers?”
“I already gave her flowers before.”
“Second date?”
“No, third date.”
Izuna hummed as he tried to think, “Oh… and what about those western sweets? You know those so-called… chocolates.”
Madara fell into thought, what if you didn’t like them? They were new to the people of Konoha, several people hadn’t liked them — mostly elders — because of the exotic taste.
But you were an adventurous spirit, he was sure you wouldn't mind trying it.
He smiled before ruffling his brother's unkempt hair, who choked a little at the movement. “Good idea,” he congratulated him before quickly moving away from the boy before he could hit him.
Madara walked quickly to the only store that currently sold those so-called chocolates, already feeling excited to see your reaction.
When he entered the soft aroma of pastries hit his nose, surely you would like this place. With a confident step he approached the counter, focusing on the small sign that was next to the chocolates. ‘Heart-shaped chocolates’ was what it read, although he felt a little confused when he saw the shape of the chocolates… they weren't heart-shaped.
He knew this, because seeing hearts outside the body of his opponents was not strange to him. Although, surely, the ‘shape of hearts’ was a Western thing.
“I want a package of heart-shaped chocolates,” he asked the girl behind the counter without bothering to look at her.
When his order was ready, he paid for it without looking back as he tried to think of how to give them to you without looking weird. Maybe on your next date he could give them to you, but, that might look too forward on his part.
“Oh, hello, Madara.”
Madara stopped, you were in front of the door… you were going to…
Were you going to enter?
He wanted to hit himself right now. Of course, being the person you were, you were surely the first person to have tried them when you entered the village.
“Did you buy chocolates?” you asked amused as you looked at the bag and then at him. He couldn’t blame you and you clearly weren’t making fun of him being a man and it was a sin for him to like sweets. Of course not, it was because he had told you in the beginning that he hardly liked sweet things.
“… They are for you,” he said as he handed them to you, almost shy, yet, showing himself confident.
“Oh…”, you managed to articulate before taking the package of chocolates, you looked at the bag between a mix of amazement and surprise before looking at him and smiling tenderly. “Would you like to enjoy them with me?”
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You were so excited, your body exuded happiness infecting him in its path, “Isn’t it amazing?”
“It definitely is,” Madara replied with a smile looking at you with adoration.
Your first painting had been sold. It was a simple painting but so beautiful, although in his eyes everything you did was beautiful.
When he heard the news from Hashirama he had almost run out to congratulate you. It was an achievement, it was your achievement, that’s why he was happy.
“I… I still can’t believe it was sold! Honestly, it’s so ugly I can’t believe it, haha!” you laughed, though Madara’s smile disappeared when he heard your comment about your work.
Ugly? That was the last term he would use to address something you’ve done. “I don’t think it’s ugly, I think it’s beautiful and special just like you.”
How cheesy.
Well.
At least it worked… that is, if your blushing face and star-like sparkling eyes told him anything.
Ha, take that Tobirama, who said he couldn’t praise and be cheesy at the same time.
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-- Step four; ‘confess’
Madara’s hair fluttered, the wind ruffling his long black locks. He wondered if he looked disheveled.
He wanted to formalize what he had with you. In his eyes it was time. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, your smile, the look in your eyes, the way your face lit up when you saw something you liked or when you looked at him.
You had him under some kind of spell. Not that he was complaining about this.
“Madara!” your voice called out to him. And as lovely as ever you approached him, trotting gently. Your hair fluttering behind you, like a beautiful waterfall of the rich color of your hair.
He said your name when you were close to him. “I’m glad to see you,” he paused for a moment to organize the next words he was going to say. “I want to tell you something.”
Your head tilted slightly to the side as a curious look flooded the beautiful color of your eyes, adding a spectacular shine as if a fairy had put that shine there making him fall even more in love with you. “Oh, about?”
Madara felt his hands sweat, making his heart flutter. Why was he so nervous? “I would like to formalize this.”
He looked at your beautiful face, watching as your expression filled with surprise. “You… want… what?”
This confused him, why did you look so doubtful?
However, without wasting another moment, he continued: “I want to make this formal. I want to get serious with you, I want to love you and I want to conquer you more and more every day… if you give me permission to do so. I don’t promise to be perfect… just like I don’t ask you to be, I only ask that you allow me to call you mine and that you allow me to stay by your side.” His quiet, serious, yet almost gentle voice came out trying to lull your ears.
You looked at him as he held his breath, afraid that you would leave and push him away, or even afraid that you had overstepped your boundaries. Did he do something wrong? Did he overstep your boundaries?
Why were you not answering him?
It wasn't until a moment later that felt like an eternity that you finally smiled. Such a beautiful smile… full of life and beauty.
It was at that moment that he allowed himself to smile too. There were no words, no explanations or confirmations of anything.
He knew that the two of you would be together no matter the circumstances.
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Epilogue::
“Have you loved others?” you asked softly. Your voice, almost like a siren's song that echoed in the sounds of the forest. Your eyes like two precious gems shining in the moonlight.
“Have you?” he asked in the same tone as yours, looking at you where you had settled. You were close to where his heart is, an appropriate place when it comes to you he thought.
“Yes…”
“… Yes”
You confessed as if you were both confessing some teenage stupidity.
“Did you know I wanted to court you?” He asked you after a while.
“Huh? Oh, you talk about that. Tobirama told me the first day we met in front of that restaurant”
“… I’m going to kill him”
You snorted clearly amused. “No need, he helped me sort out my feelings”
“… I guess he’s saved this time”
Your soft giggles like an angel's songs that warmed his heart and brightened his soul, making him feel alive. He pulled you closer to his chest, feeling warm and loved.
And for that moment, which could perhaps be the last, he truly felt at peace.
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3157… 3157 wORDS!
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