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Oh wow! I really have no words, really. 😭 This whole series was so amazing to read, tense for sure especially at some parts. My god-

And A HAPPY ENDING- YE E E E S S S

For sure among my favorite stories out there. Will read this thing again I know that 😌✨ I can probably write a whole small blog about how much and why I love this so much.

The Leash (Part 12, Fin.)

Summary: Your rescue was supposed to be as smooth as these missions can be. However very quickly, Tobirama faces off against an enemy that has no form, color or smell - and time is running short, very fast. Unless he figures out what truly holds you hostage, your life will be lost. Warnings (for the finished work): Blood, illness, descriptions of heavy injuries and graphic violence, torture (both depicted and implied), needles, morally grey territory, human experimentation, panic attacks, character death, angst with a happy ending ~8600 words (this chapter, finished work: 83.600) Previous: Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8; Part 9; Part 10; Part 11

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Final chapter! To all the brave souls that kept up with this fic until now: THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! <3 Disclaimer below, as always!

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Tobirama Senju x Reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Warnings: absolutely none.

A/N: Just a small drabble I wrote last night, getting sleep has been hard lately so I wrote this to pass the time. I recommend listening to "Night Trouble" by Petit Biscuit, it's what I listened to while writing this, just adds on to the feeling. Anyway, hope you enjoy :)

"...You must be their strength."

"As you are mine"

He remembered that moment, while battles still raged across the depressed lands, in the form of a small echo of the memory at the back of his head. In his dazed state it all felt like a dream still but the warmth of your body reminded him that he wasn't asleep. His calloused fingers traced down your naked spine with a light touch, not wanting to wake you up.

Brisk morning air breezed through the open window behind his back. Summer was already around the corner but the mornings still remained cold, thankfully. Tobirama couldn't bear the heat of the day. The serene moment had him relaxed yet overwhelmed at the same time. He couldn't understand why. Perhaps it was the stress of the past few weeks finally catching up to him, or his disbelief that you all have achieved something so big. The white haired Senju could only wonder at the moment.

Birds were yet to start singing outside, yet Tobirama couldn't find the relief of sleep then. When he woke up about an hour or so ago with a startled expression he couldn't bear to close his eyes again, so he turned to someone who he could seek comfort in - you. You were his everything. You have been for a long while too. His abrupt awakening didn't seem to wake you. Your breaths remained quiet and steady, eyes closed as you were turned away from him on your side. Cuddling into your pillow.

For a while he watched you, mind completely blank. From then he simply basked in the more positive memories of the two of you, basking in the joy and relief they all brought to him. Then he, carefully, reached out and started to caress your back, your warmth melting the coolness of his fingers. It was all quiet besides the quiet whistling of the breeze.

A sudden gust of cold wind blew and a shiver ran it's way up your spine, disrupting your sleep as well. It was a small stir at first, then the flutter of your eyelashes as you woke up. The cool hues of purple and blue danced across the room as the sun started to slowly rise above the horizon. The caressing on your back suddenly stops. Even if you were asleep prior to that, you could feel his gentle strokes and now when they were gone a quiet sigh was audible from you. And before you could even turn around, you felt him pull himself closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist. Pulling you flush against him as he buried his face in your neck. Doing it all so carefully. Gently. The thin blanket fell at your hips, letting some of the wind breeze over your forms before Tobirama covered both of you again.

With a soft sigh you placed one of your hands over his hand, your warmth warming him up instantly, and moved your thumb over his while your other hand stayed cuddled under your pillow. Tenderly, his chakra connected to your own chakra network, in a way so intimate to the two of you. It always provided comfort and warmth. You let your own chakra caress over his in a solace way, slowly. Sleep still laid heavy on your eyelids, you just kept them closed while moving closer to your beloved. Settling more comfortably you felt him finally relax more. Both of you just caressing each other softly, no words spoken nor needed to understand each other.

And like that both of you soon drifted off to slumber again, Tobirama finally finding his peace of mind. Cuddled up against one another. Peaceful. Finally. Soft purples and blues soon turned into even softer yellow and orange hues, and sunlight danced over the room as the sun rose higher into the heavens.

A/N: This is pretty much my first x Reader writing, quite happy with it I gotta say.

YES MA'AM, YES MA'AM-💥💥💥

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA You really killed me with this one.

Thank you for this very lovely meal dear Luna 😌❤️👌

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Senju Tobirama x fem!reader

warnings: teasing, dirty talks, 18+ content

a/n: This fic is intended for @konoblog-simps Anniversary collab! DAY 3: SMUT/LIME. Click here to check our masterlist!

Three days. Three days before the wedding and you aren’t allowed to see your future husband not unless it’s on the altar. It’s a strict customary of every big household whenever there’s a Shinto wedding between two big clans.

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Hellooo hon can i request pls? Can u write for tobirama a one shot where he rejects his s/o but then he sees her with another guy in the village often and starts to realize about hia feelings but its late bc she is marrying this other guy? I need some angst hahahah. Its ok if you don't want to write it! Thank you 😘

A/N: Hello anon, thank you for the request! Here's some Tobirama angst. It made me sad to write this but here we are. The things we do for angst. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: none. Just pure sadness.

Words: Around 1.475

' The Fire Which Didn't Burn '

-"No. I do not love you."

Those words echoed in your mind days after his initial rejection. Over and over again until it was all you could think about. It stung your heart each time you repeated the sentence. The never ending feeling that it was something you did wrong wrecked your mind, it made work harder and rest scarce for a while. You didn't understand. You were sure he felt at least some semblance of love for you, in the end you were the one he truly did let in his company. One he could rely on for anything that he may need. Or did you read the signs that wrong? At that point it wouldn't be a surprise if it was all for business sake, seeing as you both worked together on making the village prosper and bloom.

But that was almost an whole year ago. Even more. Since then you have moved on from the heart ache. Although a few select close friends knew of your pain, you never indulged them with your gloomy moods that came and went. It was a tendency you seemed to pick up from the younger Senju and the years you spent at his side. Not letting anyone really in. Only letting them scratch the surface of it, to know enough to leave you be.

It has been a whole year since the last time Tobirama had spent proper time with you, a whole year since you both sat down to unwind and discuss things amicably. At the confession of your feelings for him he was rather cold, cooly brushing you off and trying to get back into his work. He didn't feel like it was such a big deal then, he believed that it didn't matter as long as you both still remained a good bond. But he was proven wrong. You recoiled from his reach and even disappeared from his sight. His ears seldomly heard of you anymore. It was as if you disappeared from the village all together. Even if he saw traces of your work, your signatures and reports. It was all superficial.

At first this didn't bother Tobirama much, even if he was initially worried about your lack of communication with him. The man was simply so drowned in his work to take some kind of action, to do anything to smooth things over with you again. On certain days, when work was lesser, he would indulge himself in things he did with you once. Only then feeling the effects, the weight on his shoulders due to your absence. There was no more of your reasoning voice, no more laughter, no more endless teasing when the two of you were alone, no more long nights where the two of you shared your worries and even fears. There was none of it. Only distant memories.

As stubborn as he was, he would finally come to terms that he, in the very least, missed you greatly. That he should've done something sooner. Now he felt embarrassed to even try after so long had already passed.

Tobirama had recently started to seek out information about you. Head full of things, horrible things. Were you alright now? Have you moved on?

As it turns out, yes you were alright and yes...you have moved on. You were still working as a ninja, so how you managed to keep out of his sight so much and for so long surprised the silver haired Senju. And when word reached him that you were getting married soon. He was...he didn't know how to feel, actually. You had found another man to love and share your burdens and future with. He had spotted the pair of you once in the village, walking peacefully side by side. Hand and fingers entwined together. You pressing into his side once to give him a quick hug. Him smiling down at you, a genuine, earnest smile which you reflected back just the same. It made Tobirama ill. A deep, gut wrenching feeling over took him so much that he wanted to bolt. As unlikely as that was for him.

Perhaps this was karma. You were his most trusted friend. You understood him at best and at worst times, and you dealt with him when he was being difficult. You were with him at his side even when his brother got fed up with his arrogance. The amount of times you sat at the stairs on his porch, waiting for him to cool off were countless; even your company alone was salve enough. And not to even mention your beauty, you were the rare one that really caught Tobirama's eye, like no other woman has before. And yet, he pushed you away. Perhaps this was his punishment. The maker gave him a chance, a chance to be happy and content and have someone with him and he let it fall and shatter to the floor. Tobirama could only scowl, and he found himself in a sour mood ever since.

He wouldn't admit it but his heart was aching. Was this how you too felt?

-"Tobirama!"

You exclaimed. Shock written all over your features, the basket of fruit, fish and vegetables hooked onto your elbow. Neither of you knew what to say at first. Tobirama was just as shocked as you, regretting not using his sensory abilities to sense you and turn in another direction. Now that you two ran into each other his tongue felt dry.

Your breath stopped in your throat as you searched his eyes, his face for anything that could indicate some sort of reaction. Yet the only thing you found in his scarlet gaze was yearning, and then emptiness once he collected his racing thoughts.

"Y/N. It.. it has been a while."

He spoke, clearing his throat while his heart felt as if it was going to burst out of his chest. The clothes he wore suddenly felt suffocating and scolding. A tangible tension grew between the two of you.

"Yes. It has been...How have you been doing? I surely hope you are getting some proper rest, I heard there was quite a scuffle recently."

Trying to keep the conversation average failed. A frown became prominent on his lips as he only nodded, in a almost mechanical fashion, but didn't respond to the question. You caught his gaze flickering, only for a second, down to your ring finger. Where the silver ring was. A small gem held on the top of it. And you understood, in a way.

"Oh..."

A wind breezed past the two of you, but it didn't feel comforting. It felt chilling and hot and dry all at the same time, like raking hands that clung to the both of you. If you were paying just a little more attention to the Senju, you would've seen the sadness collect in his eyes. Even if his face remained cold and unreadable. His eyes gave it all away.

The conversation ended rather awkwardly with both of you wishing each other well and saying your goodbyes. So many things were left unsaid then. It wouldn't take Tobirama long after that quick encounter to really admit it to himself that he has grown feelings for you, that he was in love. Realizing a year too late. A year he wished he could get back so he could be with you instead of that man. A year that could make it all better, for the both of you. But no matter how many sleepless nights he had, no matter how much he wished and even prayed, he couldn't take your happiness away. He couldn't even dare do such a thing, couldn't dream of it.

Sometimes you would even worm your way in his dreams, his mind visualizing a future he knew he couldn't have. A happy one with you at his side, in a house different from the one he was in now, with enough space for the both of you and even another addition. No matter how much he dreaded those dreams, he let himself drown in the comforts of them even if for a moment. Letting himself experience what could have been. The phantom touches and plush kisses that soon turned to dust in his mouth when he woke. The image of you still dancing vividly in front of his sleep hazed eyes.

Other times he even found himself crying in those dreams, angry, bitter and regretful tears. Clinging onto you in his dreams, pleading to not wake up yet to make it all better. It pained him. That he couldn't have you anymore. You were now married to someone, and that someone wasn't him.

Tobirama saw how happy you were, genuinely. And he wasn't going to take it away just because of his own mistakes.

Now it was his turn to share the pain you went through. He accepted it all. It was now his responsibility. His mistakes.

Dissiri

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#9 Tobirama Senju

#64 "Get it over with. Please."

dissiri – (v.) to violently tear and rip apart; to tear into pieces

word count: 1,575

note: i am warning you now, this is a very, very dark fic that i wrote to test the limit of how dark i could go with my writing. this is the product and imagining some of the scenes makes even my stomach turn. i purposefully put off posting this fic for a very, very long time (it was written just before Noctuary) because i'm not sure how it will be received. please do NOT read this fic if anything in the warnings bother/upset you to interact with

warning: descriptions of death, body horror, torture, blood, and sadism

The jutsu ripped apart your body and you screamed, writhing against the wall you were chained to as the shinobi in front of you watched in grotesque amusement.

“Look,” one of them spoke, sadistic glee in their tone. Their voice was an echo in your ears, timbre a vibrato of near static as you choked around another scream, blood slick and dripping from your open mouth as you panted. “I think the kunoichi’s had enough – I’m sad, I thought she would be more fun to take apart.”

“Awh, Sho,” another answered, leering. Something prodded into your broken ribcage and a sharp, shrill scream slipped from your throat. “Leaf nin are supposed to be the strongest, remember? And that pretty little ring says she’s a Senju too – I think she’s got a more left in her before she’s dead, don’t you think? A dishonor on her clan if she dies now, right, Senju-chan?”

Your skull slammed into the stone behind you as another burst of hostile chakra tore through your cells, ripping like litchenberg strikes through your body and deconstructing you atom by atom. Your research – you’d discovered the torture was a demented application of a transportation jutsu that was being used to murder. You’d found plenty of victims over the last few weeks and you knew how this would end: a hardly recognizable corpse, marked only as having once been human when the hitai-ate were found buried in the gore.

Though the discipline of your shinobi training had been forgotten the first time the rouge Cloud nins had jabbed you in the gut with chakra laced fingers, you had no more tears to cry.

“She sounds so pretty when she screams,” one of them said. “You think the other Leaf kunoichi sound so pretty too, Sho?”

It was getting harder to breathe; your lung was collapsed – you had no doubt about that. They’d broken most of your ribcage and both of your arms when you’d stumbled across them and fallen prey to their ambush.

“Look! Look!” the one called Sho leered, prodding something stiff and…warm against your cheek. “You’re a doctor, aren’t you, Senju-chan? Have you ever seen your own bones outside your body?”

He was jabbing you in the face with one of your ulnas. You’d long lost circulation to your arms, but there it was – your right forearm bone was stained with blood from broken vessels and cracked, leaking marrow.

Your stomach turned and your body tried to vomit, but you shuddered instead, and your head dropped only as far as into the other shinobi’s fingers.

“Awh, are you not feeling too well, Senju-chan?” He was a man, his age perhaps just a bit beyond yours, but when he spoke you were reminded of a child, teasing and projecting innocence. “You were doing so well too – much longer than the last one! Wouldn’t you say, Sho-chan? You think so too?”

Sho snapped your ulna into halves, expression set with irritation as bone splinters and marrow fragments flew. You tasted a faint trace of bile that had forced its way through the pressure of your collapsed chest cavity. “Maa, she’s not screaming as much as the others. She’s not as fun.”

Black dots were fading and sharpening in the corner of your vision – effects of blood loss, or maybe shock, or maybe exhaustion. You were a doctor, and you knew only death could save you from the mutilation. No amount of chakra could put you back together – no, the body was an intricate thing, a working mechanic functioning for the mind that controlled it, and you were missing too many parts.

Sho gripped your chin and tilted your face towards him. His smile was manic. “Scream, Senju-chan.”

Another chakra burst.

This one tore through your jaw and down your throat, leeching into your aortic arch and shredding the artery walls. Your flesh opened as skin cells were vaporized by the chakra surge, tears that let you see muscular structure. But you didn’t scream – couldn’t scream. You felt your body shaking, heard the chains rattling with your full weight as you sobbed tearlessly, bones dissolving around your sternum as Sho jabbed you again, this time over your collarbone.

It was happening – you were dying.

You’d been dying, you’d known you were going to die the moment they’d rent apart your liver with broken fragments of your ribs, leaving your gut torn into a gaping, bleeding hole.

“Scream, kunoichi bitch!”

They both jabbed you, fingertips slick with your blood.

You gasped and wheezed around your broken bones and through your bleeding lung, as the black dots began to form a mass across your sight. You were dying, and you laughed.

The two shinobi paused, watching you as you shook against the blood slicked stone wall.

“Why are you laughing?” one of them demanded, grabbing your face again. You couldn’t see them – you hardly felt them. Your body was shutting down, senses retreating as your mind prepared itself.

You were still laughing, garbled, wet sounds when your heart finally, finally gave out.

You wheezed, eyes falling shut as your mind pulled itself away from the pain.

Something nice, you thought, watching the mind that had been you begin to darken, for my one last thought.

The study was warm, and the fire ate the wooden logs as you tapped your pen against the parchment spread before you. You glanced up from the text and exhaled gently as your gaze trailed over Tobirama’s face. The firelight cast shadows across his face, making his jaw appear sharper, and his crimson eyes brighter. Half of his hair was the color of amber, the other half steel grey in the shadows.

He noticed you staring and glanced up, the lines around his eyes receding as his focus shifted. He softly smiled at you, but you’d forgotten what he said, and you tipped your head to the side stick your tongue out at the man in front of you. He chuckled, but the sound was lost to you, and the room lost its glow as the hearth gradually faded.

The memory was the last of who you were before you died.

…

Tobirama found your body leaning against an old oak tree.

From a distance, you almost looked like you were only sleeping. He knew better.

He could smell your blood from yards away, and when he dropped to his knees beside your broken body, the heavy scent of drying blood was overwhelming.

Someone else on the squad retched, and another cursed violently, but Tobirama ignored them all.

Gently, as though he would hurt you further, he traced the jagged edges of the bones in your left hand with the tip of his finger. Your hand was stained and smeared with dirt and blood, but your bones…they were probably the only ones in your body that hadn’t been broken.

And Tobirama knew why.

Your black wedding band was intact on your finger, though the white kanji symbols of Senju he’d painstakingly carved into the metal was smeared with what he knew was your blood.

You’d insisted on wearing it, regardless of wherever you went. “I’m a researcher, not an active nin, Tobi! Wearing your name is my duty as your wife, you grump.” You’d laughed and he’d muttered something about it being a bad idea, but he’d let you leave Konoha with the ring in the end.

You hadn’t told him you’d consented to an ANBU mission. It’d been top secret, Hashirama had spoken quietly, voice breaking the silence in the cold study. You’d been a jonin before you’d been reassigned, and he hadn’t thought it would be too much trouble to send you out to investigate with the ANBU.

A tear fell, splattering across your mangled arm and Tobirama’s chin dropped. His jaw was clenched so hard that he felt as though his teeth would crack altogether, and he gripped your hand in his, trembling.

Your skin was cold, and you were dead, and he wished he’d taken that ring from you before you’d woken up that morning you left Konoha. Two weeks ago, you’d pressed your lips to his cheek, left hand curling around his cheek as you said goodbye. He’d merely smiled, and you’d jogged out of the gates, waving back at him. He hadn’t waited for you to disappear down the path, and shunshinned into the office he shared with you beneath the hospital. Now, he held your left hand to his face, tears soaking over your fingers.

In the end, Kagami pulled him away from your body.

He stood over the Uchiha as Kagami gently removed your wedding ring and unraveled an empty sealing scroll. He watched in silence as Kagami placed the scroll over your body, blood sticking to the parchment, and then…then you were gone, and the scroll was rolled up, your wedding band strung through the binding tie around the scroll.

Kagami set the scroll in Tobirama’s hand. The Senju held it in silence, staring down at the place your body had once lain.

He blinked, eyes catching a subtle movement.

Your hitai-ate.

He hadn’t noticed it when he’d found you, your skull having been resting against the forehead protector. It was caught in the bark of the trunk by the black fabric, and a sick feeling swelled in his gut as he read the kanji scrawled across the metal.

楽しい時間を過ごしました

We had fun.

Here For You

Tobirama x F. Reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Word count: 3,639

Warnings: nightmares, description of gore

"-They should be headed north now" Y/N spoke to the old woman that sat at the dining table who nodded in relief, head heavy and limbs aching but they all were now safe. The walls were gray and cracked from years of neglect, and the small clans house seemed to be moving in the breeze like thin branches of the oak tree that stood outside. It wasn't until a hoard was heard approaching, surrounding the perimeter of the house. Swords hissing as they were pulled out of their sheaths. Y/n stood frozen for a moment in front of the open door, watching the leader approaching, shrouded in darkness of the upcoming night, the shadows making his expression all the more sinister. Before long Y/n flung forward and slammed the door shut with all force in her body. The house spun and twisted, grotesque imagery surfacing from the walls that now felt like paper. Thin and rough faces screamed at her from behind the walls that framed their features. Mouths wide open, moaning and groaning. Then it all started to spiral out of control. The banging, screaming and shouting and pleading. All of it rang so far it reached the heavens above but no one came to their aid.

Realization came when they were all captured and forced to kneel before the enemy team- she had led her own team out of one certain death and into a slaughterhouse. She had let them all down, she failed them. Desperation and fear tugged and squeezed at her lungs and throat like a giant's hand. It felt as if each muscle was strained and simultaneously crushed as her captors seized her on each side by the arms. Watching her friends die by the blade. They were made to stand in front of her and then, with one swift stroke the sword was pushed through their jugular, making blood run freely into their throat, mouth and lungs. The blade was drenched to the hilt. Splatter of their blood stained Y/n's pale and cold cheeks, eyes wide with terror. She struggled to escape the hold but to no avail, all her power had been drained right out of her and wounds littered her body and made any attempt to move futile. Pain coursed through her body like a fire set ablaze to run wild.

But none of it could compare to the pain in her heart and mind. None of it came close. She wanted to shout and scream, to struggle and fight but that proverbial hand held her hostage until half of her team had been slaughtered. The bodies fell, continued to twitch and continued to be mutilated even after they had already died. Blood oozed and coated the ground, slowly slithering towards where she sat like a snake, before forming into a puddle around her. Guts laid scattered across the yard all around her, bringing a rancid stench to billow and blow all around. Adrenaline still coursed through her and finally it was her turn to stand and come before the bodies. They made her look at them, all their pale faces. Twisted and cut up, stained and blotched with blood of their own. Missing limbs were thrown onto the pile of death; whose, she didn't even know anymore. Smell of metal and decomposition was enough to make her insides twist in on each other and make her want to disappear. And she broke free, desperately clawing to escape, and behind her stood all the dead comrades, dark silhouettes with gaping white eyes and hanging mouths. Furthermore twisted and wrecked. It stopped Y/n from going further, fear seeping into her bones just as much as shame. She betrayed them- she failed them.

From the back she was dragged to the pile of death, her body twitching and pulling and struggling but none of it worked. Cries resonated through the trees in an echo, high pitched screams of despair. The long sword was slicked with blood, blade dull from cutting through so much flesh. The leader chuckled menacingly, but there was no sign of a smirk or even a mouth on his face which a shadow resided on. Black mass settled in the place where his eyes were, and for all Y/n knew he could have no mouth at all. He spoke- however she didn't hear his words, as if her head was pushed under in a bucket of water. She couldn't breathe nor decipher his words. The invisible giant's hand was squeezing more now, she could feel herself turning blue. Screams started again, picking up volume and intensity until it was all she could hear, ringing through her ears. It made her want to vomit.

The sword rose up. The blood riding down the length of the blade before it was sent flying through the air-

She woke with a startle, a small flinch throughout her entire body. The screams of her dreams now replaced by the hooting of an owl far away, the gentle but cold draft came through the open window and left gooseflesh in its wake. For a while the woman failed to move, believing if she moved or even closed her eyes she would be back at the pile of dead bodies. All senses slowly returned to her as the drunkenness of being asleep washed away. Taking deep breaths she felt her heart still racing, moving her hand to settle over the left side of her chest, feeling a fine sheen of cold sweat over her flaming skin.

Suddenly, tears sprouted in her eyes, stinging and clawing their way out before they freely slid down her flushed cheeks. Silently the few tears fell before she gathered the strength to sit up and push the covers off of her, sliding her body to the edge of the bed until her legs bent and reached the floor. Another moment of pause. Y/n felt her head swimming, still not fully recovered from the horrors her subconscious conjured. Finally Kaliyah stood on her legs that felt unsteady, tiptoeing around her still-sleeping husband. The halls were still dark, cold with the dawn slowly approaching and breaching the darkness. Only enough for her to see where she was stepping. Nimble fingers curled around the door to the front porch, gently tugging the door to open and only enough for her body to slip through before closing them again.

The cold immediately clung onto her, making her fold her arms over her chest in a self hug, attempting to contain the warmth she dragged from her bed. She took a few steps before she stopped at the top of the small steps which lead to a garden, a small paved path leading elsewhere, to the exit from the house yard. Looking up at the sky she saw the morning blue color paint the sky, with pale golden hues shining through the few scattered clouds that passed overhead. The night before she remembered the sky was littered with so many shiny specks of light, glowing bright on the canvas of dark navy blue. Not a cloud in sight and with the moon looking down onto them all- she only wondered what she did for the moon to let such horrific imagery pollute her sleep.

Coming to sit down onto the steps she let the cold seep into her muscle and bones. Feeling the rough and coarse texture of the wood beneath her, and next to her when she leaned onto a pillar which she sat next to. The cold grounded her there, bringing her back to reality. Wind brushed through her hair gently, like invisible hands, soothing her wrecked nerves and bringing comfort. Her line of vision then moved down, to the garden below. Remembering the time she and Tobirama were working on those gardens; planting the shrubs and rose bushes as well as many other kinds of flowers. All of what they planted grew swiftly, it all came to a full fruition as now a great cherry tree brough shade to the yard and rose bushes decorated the space next to the fences in full blossom. Red and pale pink, some even white in color. Large petals that would come to form a blanket over the grass once fall came in place.

In the bedroom, Tobirama stirred when she left, having already been half-awake when she too, woke. Believing she were only up for refreshment he didn't give much thought or effort in focusing on that - he didn't hear the small sniffle through his sleep dazed head. But as he didnt hear the faint sound of running water, or her footsteps retreating, his brows knit together and his mind worked on pushing the sleep away. The spot she once laid in was now cold. Pushing himself to sit he looked over to the spot, crinkled covers and sheets, and faint dark spots across the pillowcase. It didn't take a genius in Tobirama to understand what was happening. Nights like these were rare, but certainly nothing new to either him or his beloved.

Infusing his chakra he spread his sensory field throughout the house, slowly pelting over the areas. As he didn't find her in the house his heart leapt into his throat, before finally he sensed her on the porch. He was already moving out of the bedroom by that moment, sensing how her own chakra twisted and turned as if trying to find an offending thorn in the system. Tobirama creaked the door open, pausing for a moment when he saw her curled up figure on the steps. A frown tugged at the corners of his lips as his stare sat at the back of her head, then he was moving again, resuming his original slow and careful pace. He came up beside her, looking down at her and when she finally took note of his presence her eyes moved to meet his eyes.

Scarlet irises glared down at her with such softness and concern in them.

In a form of shame, guilty of waking him up, she cast her look down, bowing her head before returning her gaze to the garden that now looked too much like the yard from her dreams. Tobirama noticed the churn of emotion, eyes barely leaving her expression, only for a moment to follow her line of sight. The Senju sighed, watching the leaves sway in the early morning breeze.

He came to sit at her side, moving one arm to wrap around her shoulders slowly, and bring her closer into his warmth. It radiated off of him in waves, while her own warmth had worn off in the first few moments of sitting on the cold porch. She simply leaned into him, closing her eyes for a long moment, fighting off the frown and the images behind the curtains of her eyelids. Tobirama was at a loss of words, knowing how much physical affection meant for her comfort after such a dream - he didn't want to disturb this little peace he had provided then. It started to build up slowly. First with his arm wrapping around her, then when he added his other hand to stroke through her hair, tracing circles and moving through her locks.

Soon enough Y/n was completely engulfed by his embrace. Her own arms held around his torso, hanging on tight as a few stray tears ran down her cheeks.

"Y/n.." spoke Tobirama. His voice wasn't his usual baritone one, but instead it was so much more quiet, it was much softer, warm with care and love he carried for the woman in his arms. She swallowed the lump in her throat and lifted her head up, enough to meet his eyes once more. Puffy red skin surrounded her beautiful eyes, another tear taking shape already.

Tobirama exhaled through his nose, one of his open palms moving to cup her cheeks. His thumb moved back and forth with such care that it seemed as if he feared he would break her. His calloused hand held her like that, prompting her to move back slightly and let him just hold her and take a better look. His touch alone made warmth blossom over her cold skin, sending her blood circulating as her heart picked up pace.

His thumb caressed her cheek more, wiping away the tears that slid down. Before long his other hand detached itself from her waist and came to rest at the other side of her face; her own hands coming to wrap around his wrists, closing her eyes and basking in the pure solace she found in his hold. Her wet lashes touched her cheeks, fluttering ever so slightly and Tobirama watched, tilting his head to the side before leaning in. Pressing his lips against the crown of her head and holding himself there for a moment. Once he pulled away he searched for her eyes again, only to find them still closed. But the tiniest signs of a smile painted her features, it felt like color and warmth was seeping back into her.

Tobirama raised a brow when Y/n chuckled suddenly, burying her face in his open palms and hiding her abashed expression.

"What- Y/n?" Tobirama wanted to ask what was happening, confused at the sudden change of moods but he bid himself to stay quiet, a chuckle of his own interrupting his flow of thoughts. "What is it?" he opted to ask, searching for her eyes like that would give him an answer to his question.

"It's nothing, nothing at all." she responded, avoiding his gaze at first, but as the silence dragged on she was forced to look up and get captured in the eyes she loved so much.

"Well.... it's just you. You have this ability to be so sweet, and without uttering a single word." she explained herself, soft tone of voice carrying her words like a feather carried by the wind. Her voice was always a lullaby, a song, a melody to Tobirama's ears; her nimble fingers curled around his hands and brought them down from her face. And now her voice was still something so beautiful, now was no exception, and his smile was urged to spread further more at her words. And she continued- "And who would think a man so grumpy, such as yourself, would be comforting his beloved on a cold morning because of a bad dream-"

Tobirama shook his head at that, smile still ever-present on his lips.

"You have to learn to share your burdens with me, and not to hide them away and try to change the subject" he began, placing another chaste kiss on her forehead, at which she still leaned into. The troubles of her dreams would not be easily forgotten, especially not with a simple remark as she had just made. Still, Tobirama knew the limits, if he so much as saw a hint of hesitation he would stop his prying. But he knew the importance of sharing things such as these. Everyone has their limits and he would rather avoid what comes after the said limits have been surpassed. He himself suffered nightmares of his own, so he was no stranger to the heaviness they brought onto oneself.

"Let's get back inside first." He offered, said, as she stood up with one of her hands in his, bringing her up with him. She only nodded, looking at the garden for the final time before turning around with him. She moved languidly, moving into Tobirama in a subtle asking for his warmth again, which he immediately shared. Pulling her into his side once more, his arm draped around her waist as he led them both inside into the vast living room space. Morning was now quick approaching, and it would be no time until both of them had to leave for their own business. Tobirama wished they spend that time in peace and comfort.

The white haired Senju sat her down on the plush pillows at the table, guiding her carefully and gently, a hand on her shoulder before it retreated so he could stand up.

"I'll make us some tea." he announced, earning a guffawed look from his lover. With her neck craned slightly her eyes set upon his face she was met with the most gentle smile. Then he was off, disappearing into the kitchen ahead. From where she sat she could see him move about, fetching whatever he needed from the shelves.

The air was filled with gentle clicks of porcelain cups and soon the water boiling. Steam swirled in and slithered against the walls; white, thin and wispy. It moved like a snake, before being sucked out through a window that Tobirama opened, disturbing the dance of the steam. A subtle smell of mint and chamomile wafted in the air when the dry tea leaves were dropped into the boiling water, painting it a shade of honey yellow tinted with a deep green. The cool air still circulated throughout the home, now no longer as intruding as it was on the front porch but rather comforting when it began to mix with the heat inside.

Once the tea had been sat in front of the woman, her nimble fingers came to wrap around the small cup to lift it up to her lips. She paused, letting the smell come up to her nostrils before exhaling with a smile. Eyes came to close as she basked in the comforts of it. Tobirama sat beside her, nursing his own cup of tea, carefully as to not burn himself. The hot liquid was a salvation, it brought her to an ease instantly and gave her the relief of an empty mind. She had finally felt her heart settle back in her chest, the hum of her natural heartbeat returning. Even as they drank in silence, Y/n could feel the gaze of her husband as he looked over her features ,observing her every now and then, looking for any further signs of distress. And when he failed to find it he went back into his own mind, back to his own tea in hand. The silence went on undisturbed until the cups had been emptied completely. The sun now higher over the mountain that shielded the growing village.

Y/n took the utensils and the cups on the tray again, and disappeared in the kitchen to clean them. The water from the sink poured out cold and it splashed across her hands. It made her throat bob with a pang of anxiety that came out of the blue. Blood of her comrades, cold in her hellish dream. Yet she didn't stop, the thoughts only made her haste her task, and swiftly after she had been drying off the cups and placing them back on their shelves. The wave of disquiet went away, like it was never there in the first place. And Y/n went to retreat into the bedroom to change out of her own sleep clothes.

Tobirama was already inside, pulling over his work clothes just as she stepped in. He would have to take his leave very soon; it brought a sad smile to paint her features. She wished they could prolong their tranquil mornings.

Coming towards him he turned around in time for her to snake her arms around him, pressing her head against his shoulder. His arms came to envelope her, his warmth spreading across her entire body now, and his head came to lean against her. Her breath was gentle as she listened to his heart beat steadily.

"If.. if it would be of help, you could always tell me about your dreams. Don't hide yourself away from me.." said the gentle but gravelly voice of Tobirama; he treaded carefully, unsure of how exactly to word his thoughts. It was plagued with concern, he wanted nothing but to make dreams like this never happen again.

The woman in his arms nodded, eyes closed as she enjoyed the comforts of his embrace. Her hands went loose around his waist now, as tranquility overcame her once again.

"I know... I'm not hiding anything" she replied softly, nudging his head ever so slightly as to poke his neck with her nose. "It could have been worse.. but I promise to tell you when you get back, we don't want you running late" a sharp smile tugged at the corners of her lips and Tobirama seemed to feel it, as a smile of his own crept up his features.

"No, we don't want that '' he agreed, placing a quick kiss on top of her head, rubbing her back before he pulled away to gather his things.

Tobirama walked out to the front porch, his wife right behind him to say their goodbyes. He was going on a mission that day, and the night before both of them shared their time by cleaning off his armor, chatting. Now, Y/n took one more look at his armor, her fingers making a quick brush through his furred collar.

"Now you're all ready to go. Be sure to stay safe, don't be reckless" Tobirama huffed out a chuckle at her words, turning to face her fully with mirth in his eyes. She gleamed at him innocently, grinning before he brought her into a kiss. A quick one for their farewell, a silent promise of return lingering on his lips.

"I will, and you take care of yourself. '' And off he went, striding underneath the long and dark branches, and out of the yard. Fallen leaves blew and flew in the wind, as if following after him in their own silent good-luck bidding. A crow flew overhead, cawing while doing so before disappearing in the far horizon of blue.

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hiii dear, could I request some jealous tobirama headcanons? love your work! <3

A/N: Yesssir, and thank you a lot!💕 I'm very happy to hear that. A bit shorter than my usual, but I do hope you like these headcanons :)

Jealous Tobirama Headcanons

He'd be the overly silent and very brooding type of jealous

It would be a bit harder to tell since grumpy is one of his default looks, jealous or not

He tries not to think about it too much, he hates how it makes him feel and how it leads to him thinking he's doubting you or your loyalty to him

But when things get too much he does become more clingy,, in a sense that he suddenly wants to spend so so much more time with you, even physical affection increases from his side

Which is a bit off coming from him, he's not the one for too much physical affection, especially in public.

He would also try to pry subtly for more information about whoever/whatever made him jealous in the first place, trying to understand the root of his jealousy and maybe soothe it himself but jealousy is often blinding and it makes him feel worse and even more jealous

His clingy needs that stem from jealousy are push-and-pull. One moment he's hugging you and the next he's glaring daggers at you and wants to be left alone in his study

If his jealousy is at it's peak he would definitely be sassy with you too, bordeline rude honestly

It may lead to some banter between the two of you, especially when he hits that sensitive nerve out of the blue

You're more so confused than offended by his suddenly rude manners and demeanour.

And if you made it that far to be in a relationship with Tobirama, you'd be able to piece the puzzle soon enough

So you either confront him about it or wait for him to open up to you with the issue

If you confront him he would deny it at first, the Senju Pout™ obvious the moment you bring it up

"Me? Jealous? No" type of situation

But as you push on more, explaining he has nothing to be jealous of he just sighs and banters with you, feeling free to express his reasoning, but slowly becoming quiet as he sees that it was him being unreasonable.

Avoids eye contact for most of the conversation, tries to brush you off, he won't admit it right away at all that he's jealous. Never .

He is embarassed by how he was blinded by it all while he's known for how logical and calculating he is.

Low-key just go ahead and kiss him, to bring his full focus and soothe him, just- yeah.

Hold him later when you go to bed, pull him into your arms, cuddles before bed or early in the morning are the little things he finds solace in and are very comforting to him.

He doesn't like being too emotionally vulnerable too much, especially with the conversation/discussion fresh in his mind

So you initiating the contact, even if he doesn't return your affections at the moment, makes him feel calm. It really does return him back to earth and grounds him

He'll bring your hands up and kiss them softly, entwining your fingers together

Words aren't even needed then.

What about Tobirama messing up with his s/o and refusing to admit he was wrong and thinking that she's being dramatic, until the evening he comes back home and she's not there? 👀

A/n: oo- 👀👀 now listen- This is Tobirama we are talking about this ain't gonna be that short of a fic as I intended for these to be.

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, not proof read

' Too Late '

They both stood facing each other, breathing heavily as the cold downpour soaked them both to the very bone. Both of them red in the face from the cold and the anger. The white haired man was the one with the last words, having cut his beloved off with words that had cut her deeper than any blade ever could. She now stared at him in utter disbelief; it made her wonder if this was her husband speaking at all. Her own anger boiled inside her and ran thick in her veins so much that it blinded her. The cold rain was no match for it, she didn't feel it, she felt nothing at all in truth now. As her expression fell, so did Tobirama's angry look, confusion and shock sparkled in his scarlet eyes for a moment, something she would have missed if she blinked. But her eyes were stuck on him, her jaw clenching as she debated what to do. She turned on her heel slowly before padding away in long strides through the mud and the wet shrubs, leaving the Senju to stand alone in the storm. The thought of him suddenly felt like a bed of nettles and weeds, it made her gut churn and her wound burn, and her walking soon turned into running.

As minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into days, and the mission dragged on to the end, Tobirama had almost fully rid himself the memories of your arguments. He looked forward to returning to the village and your shared home, although he knew the reunion would be sour; you were overreacting, you were being stubborn- he told himself. But it all made him worry, every step he took to the house made all concern suddenly blossom strong, thorny stems hugging his heart tight. Just as he placed his hand on the door handle to open it, he realized that it wasn't locked, it was cracked open for anyone. The storm from days prior was followed by freezing weather and the hall was still wet at the entrance. Cold air hung humid and old inside. The steps Tobirama took grew slower and slower as realization was even slower to hit. His mind could barely process this.

The painting of the two of you was on the floor, faced down, some glass was spread in the kitchen, the bedroom closet was a mess, left in a rush, your things were missing, mainly your clothes and basic necessities. Droplets of blood were splattered everywhere, matte and old. Were you attacked in your own home, he suddenly wondered. No. You were wounded, he remembered.. The smell that wafted was nothing but akin to the wet leaves that were slowly rotting away. There was no letter, no last words, nothing. Now there was only your slowly fading presence left, what used to be of it, still lingering on the walls and dark corners of the rooms as Tobirama dropped to his knees before the painting.

Hi i'm new and i read and saw a lot of your work and all it's Amazing, i'm Just in love with your work,of i don't bother could i request a kakashi or hashirama or tobirama x self harm Reader,an headcanon or drabble where they found their lover cutting herself, Sorry if i bothered you or if i messd somethings up,cause i don't what Is a drabble but i think it's like a One shot bye

A/n: thank you so much for your kind words, I really do appreciate all of them and I seriously apologize for this being so late. Hope it's to your liking. On a more serious note, hope you all are doing well, take care<3

Warnings: Self harm, mention of knives/blades, blood, angst, sprinkle of fluff, some grammar mistakes maybe.

Characters: Kakashi, Tobirama, Hashirama x reader(separate)

Kakashi Hatake:

Kakashi is no stranger to these urges and strong emotions certain events(or people) might bring to someone, he has felt the same more times than he'd ever like to admit

He still sometimes looks back onto those dark days and recounts how many times he had almost lost his life due to those feelings and his irrational/hasty reaction to the same

During his relationship with his lover, he is certainly very gentle and soft, trying to accomodate them in any way he can to make sure they are alright

Even the thought of him accidentally causing you harm makes him gloomy and guilty

So, imagine his surprise and utter shock when he sees those scars littered across your skin, the skin he dreamt of kissing to show all the love he harbours for you

He had his suspicions from before, yet he never dared to point them out so early, so this truly broke his heart.

"Kakashi-" you try but you're immediately silenced, backed into a proverbial corner as he approached you and gathers your hands and arms in his. Pulling you to your feet he is quick to lead you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet seat.

His lack of response is a scolding alone, a burn to the open wound in the moment and you can't help but feel guilty and even further horrible. But the moment you notice tears brimming on his lower lashes, do you understand that you misunderstood his actions.

"Y/n.. why did you do this?"

His tone is so shaky, unsure if he should even be speaking, fearful of making you close yourself from him. Internally he begs the heavens you comply and cooperate with him, he hopes he did everything right that you feel safe with opening up to him now

Kakashi had dressed up your cuts, the blood from before swirling down the drain. His fingetips are warm, palms lit with fire that strove to awaken the frozen forest, so careful in doing so.

If you start crying, he'll hold you, he'll caress your back and let you cry it all out. He'll lead you back to bed to get rest or to the kitchen to prepare you tea to warm you back up, a quick meal too if you so request

One thing is for certain and that is that he's going to become even more observant of you, spending even more time around you to ensure you're getting better and not getting any more of those horrible urges.

Kakashi reassures you how good you are, how special you are to him and to your friends, family, students; how much the elders love you and how much little kids yearn to hear your stories. He whispers sweet things into your ear before you fall asleep and even more encouraging words when you stir in his arms in the morning

"Darling, please, if you ever need any help - with anything - do not hesitate to tell me. I'm here for you.. you're not alone. You never were.."

Hashirama Senju:

As a legend of his time, both in war and art of healing, he has been met with the creatures that whispers bad things in one's ear.

Hashirama had that type of fortune that he was born into war, it molded him into the shape it willed and it almost made him yield. Almost.

As a healer, while in a relationship with you, he'd often check you for injuries - unconsciously so too. He had become so met with your body that he knew your immune system was lacking even before you did

Just by placing his hand on you, his chakra flows through you and feels around for any oddities.

"My flower, it's wonderful to see you again. How have you been?" Those words are the start of every conversation after his long days at work. No matter how tired he is, he still finds strength to smile and laugh for you. You are his heart, his sunshine and joy.

"It has been alright, I went to the market today and found some plants from lands afar. I'd like you to see them, perhaps you've seen one of them before"

His hands wrap around you, pulling you into a hug and as he goes to reply, all words suddenly evaporate on his tongue, his movements frozen.

You were hurt.

Hashirama is quick to question you about this, there is no way he is imagining this, he can't be that tired, can he?

Even if you try to shy away or hide this, he will be determined to check, especially when you display such nervousness as you never did before. Your relationship with him was always open, he made sure both of you had enough communication going on to avoid any possible issues

His reaction to wounds and scars you inflicted in yourself were rather too sad.

Hashirama exhales a shaky breath, his fingertips tracing over one particularly bad, red line and a small hue emits from his skin. The flesh beneath pales, stitching itself together with a small, pleasant, ache as it vanishes in the end. The man before you takes the arm he just healed and brings it to his lips, pausing as to reconsider his choices, or perhaps give you an opportunity to pull away- when you don't, he places feather light kisses along the skin.

As chatty and talkative as he is, he can't help but feel at loss for words in that moment, he doesn't know what to say. Images of the family members and close friends that perished float behind his closed eyelids

He vocalizes his thoughts finally, an awkward beginning but as he talks on his tone holds such color and warmth to them that rings true to your ears

He won't be satisfied until you both reach some agreement that would ensure you would stop this; if you don't feel like talking immediately he would understand and postpone this talk until you felt ready

If he wasn't gentle enough with you, he definitely was now. Treating you as softly as he treats the petals of the flowers in his greenhouse. There is no one more special to him, than you.

"Y/n, let us talk this out, I vowed to be with you through calm and storm alike. Don't hide yourself from me, my love.. don't hide your scars- the most beautiful flowers bloom from within trees damaged by storms."

Tobirama Senju:

The silver head, grumpy man never imagined he'd be in such love as he is with you, never imagined himself caring for anyone else so deeply as he cares for his last brother, but yet here he is

His feelings for you are unmatched, as much as he dislikes to put those on display, he does his best to make up for it through acts of service and occasionally a subtle word of encouragement and sometimes even affection

Through this silent language the two of you built, you strengthened your relationship even further with him.

Still, with how busy he gets, it is not rare that the two of you get separated for longer periods of time. Not seeing each other for so long is difficult, but the wait feels regarding nonetheless when he shows up to bring you to a meal, a stroll, anywhere to spend time with you

Tobirama is used to seeing you tired, especially during late nights when he returns from the office, tired himself. It's only normal you're tired this late at night

But one night at his arrival, it felt different. He smelled the signature irony smell too many times before, so when he caught scent of it he almost immediately felt his heart drop

He is a logical, strategic man, brought into the war just like his brother and the survival, warrior instinct that hadn't healed during the time of peace, swiftly set his body and mind into action

He was terrified inside, the worst case scenario question flaring in his mind - was he too late?

Much to his relief and horror simultaneously, he found you alive, but you were hurt, and the damage was done by your own hand

He didn't know how to react, but he called out to you, his gruff voice dropping an octave and going as softly as it could.

He approached you so cautiously, his eyes felt glued to you but they were looking for the towels in the shelf you were close to.

The silver of his hair shines in the golden lamplight as he moves with calculated steps, like in every aspect of his life these moves are also had to be perfect. Now more than any other time. His throat bobs as he swallows, his deft, calloused hands wrapping the bandages around your arms, although he has already healed mentioned wounds.

"Y/n.. I don't want to see this happen again.."

It's tough, what he begins his gentle scolding with, but he has to make sure to fill you in on what you were doing, what you truly did. In your mind, you may think you were giving yourself 'well deserved punishment' or something of that like, you were clearly distressed too.

His words carry the undertones of his own anxiety but he doesn't let his tone shake and weaver unlike his brother. That is not to say he doesn't care, or that he's trying to pressure you further, he just wants you to understand that he(or anyone else) doesn't see you in the same light you see yourself in

Tobirama isn't as showy and touchy, but he makes sure you feel especially loved and cared for that night. He caresses your hand and back, making sure you're tucked under the warm blankets and shielded away from the world as much as he can

In the days following he does have more talks with you, slowly taking steps to ensure you understand and are cooperative to let him help you out

If you agree, he'll also get Hashirama involved. Since Tobirama isn't as bright or bubbly as his brother, he truly believes another, more energetic presence may aid you further into letting the stress and worries go

He leaves notes around the house when he's away, and little snacks and trinkets for you to find, just a small show of his love while he's absent. And when he returns, he makes sure to show you himself too, that you're loved and cared for.

"Today was quite eventful, wasn't it? But today is now gone, and tomorrow is soon upon us.. I have been able to postpone some certain matters ahead to free up this week. From this day on, it will all be eventful too. I'd say it's time we make a schedule, what would you like to do, my dear?"

So i was going through something and i rlly liked your latest Kakashi, Hashirama head canons about sh. I just wanted to drop in and say thank you for helping me out here with your writing! Also, are requests for drabbles still open?

Hey, hey, I'm touched. I'm very happy I was a l able to help in a way, truly <3 That does mean quite a lot to hear. Take care of yourself, you're great.

And yes they are still open as of me posting this!