HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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“Please Dad? Please?” Obito looks up at him, hands clasped together and wide puppy-dog eyes eerily similar to Hashirama. “You said I could do whatever I wanted—”
“Within reason,” Madara reminds him, arranging the rice balls in his bento.
“—for my birthday and an amusement park is within reason,” he switches to a pout, lower-lip jutting out and that’s eerily similar to Hashirama too.
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- Part 1 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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“Take your shirt off,” Madara snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Hashirama gapes at him like a dumb fish. “Not that I don’t want to roll around with you right this second but—”
“No, you idiot. Your dick,” Madara points at the obscene bulge tenting his pants. They’d have to walk back into Konoha and there’d be no hiding that. “Take your shirt off and hold it in front of you so you don't scandalize the entire village.”
OR: Two horny idiots desperately trying to fuck.
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- Part 2 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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The world plunges into darkness around him. It’s not a natural darkness, not like the ones up above. Just as there is no sun, there are no moon and stars here in the Underworld. The night is complete and all-consuming. The world shrinks to Hashirama’s body and the pomegranate tree behind him.
He is a god, the personification of the seasons and harvest but this must be what it feels like to be mortal. The sudden suffocating fear, nothing under your control and beholden to the whims of the Fates–
As soon as the night descends, it’s gone. The dim sunless sky is back.
And a man stands inches away from Hashirama’s face, red eyes smoldering with flame and embers and a scowl so severe it looks like a scar.
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah, the carvings got your eyes wrong,” is the first thing that slips from Hashirama’s mouth. It’s obvious this is the new King of the Dead himself. The spiky hair, the large bags under his eyes, and, if nothing else, the golden stalagmite crown is a dead giveaway. Madara. Somehow his scowl deepens. “They’re red, not gold.” Hashirama digs himself deeper and prays to the muses to take his voice away.
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- Part 2 of HashiMada Week 2022
- Part 3 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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Konoha Founders and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Body Swap by Mari_kel
Fandoms: Naruto
13 Apr 2022
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Step by lurching step, Madara crosses the room. He nearly falls against the dresser when he reaches out to steady himself, but manages not to send everything crashing to the ground. He reaches for the mirror.
“What. The. Fuck.” He knew something was wrong when he woke up. His body was too small, too…female as much as he didn’t want to think about it. He could deal with that. Madara is a shinobi, he can handle anything, but this?!
A scowling Hyuga girl’s face stares back at him. An injustice of the highest magnitude.
“Tobirama! I don’t know how, but I know you’re behind this!” Madara screams and smashes the mirror to the ground.
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- Part 4 of HashiMada Week 2022
- Part 4 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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Hahsirama is dying.
He doesn’t regret his choice.
He reaches towards the corpse, towards the face he doesn’t want to see unless it’s lit up with life.
His hand falls short.
Hashirama slumps over in the river, vision blurring as the darkness closes in. He barely brushes Madara’s mantle before he fades.
The God of Shinobi, dead by his own hand.
Hashirama doesn’t wake with a gasp, but with a slow sluggish headache. His heart pounds an unsteady rhythm in his chest and he’s confused about where he is. This isn’t the river–he’s dry and in a futon. It’s not the Pure Lands–surely there’d be no head to ache this badly in the afterlife.
Hashirama blinks and raises his head. He’s in his own room. This is his and Mito’s bed. Her side is empty, perfectly pressed with not a single wrinkle. He’s…not dead.
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- Part 3 of HashiMada Week 2022
- Part 5 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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I wish, Hashirama thinks desperately as the carriage hits a bump in the road and he’s jostled painfully in the trunk, for a way to escape. Please.
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- Part 7 of HashiMada Week 2023
- Part 6 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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“M-madara-sama, you’re…you’re…” Kagami’s face has gone sheet white and finally Madara manages to get some coordination in his arms to push himself up. Or he tries. His muscles flex, but the world swims and he stumbles half up into a very distorted scene. Kagami towers above him, the table he was sitting at tripled in size, and the long familiar purple fabric of his mantle swallows him.
Madara tilts his pounding head down and sees…furry black paws. A cat’s paws. His paws, he realizes with a lurch.
He’s a…a…cat.
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- Part 4 of HashiMada Week 2023
- Part 7 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics