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Another Obito

gonna make a tag and link for all of my bito art soon if anybody cares :D

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yknow when Kakashi was disguised as the photographer “Sukea”, it got me thinking what if Obito got his own special secret identity and that became “Tobi”?

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im watching the will of fire naruto movie and there's a scene whete tsunade basically says that she won't sacrifice kakashi b/c it'll mark her down as the worst hokage in history.

its very interesting to me b/c thats what shinobi are conditioned for like its about sacrificing yourself for the village or whatever they tell them. tsunade would know that b/c she grew up under hiruzen's era and he was her teacher, but i wonder if her saying that is influenced by her grandparents. hashirama founded the village b/c he had a dream and wanted the clans to work together and protect one another, and mito sacrificed herself for her husband (mainly) and the village.

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So about Time Travel Tobirama

He gets back in his childhood, the period when Kawarama was already dead, but Itama still alive, just cuz I like Itama alive and well, ok. (also i love the idea of Itama the weed shinobi by @oh-no-its-bird so)

And he starts to think and strategise smth like "Ok, I need to kill Black Zetsu, but idk where he is. But he should be around Uchihas, so I must come closer. But I cant just go there, we're not in peace, they'd kill me. And I don't exactly know when Black Zetsu is gonna try to manipulate Madara. So I also have to monitor Madara and make sure Izuna doesn't ever dies, to ensure that Madara won't lose his shit".

So, he's really logical and his conclusion was "So the easiest way to monitor the Uchiha clan is to marry an Uchiha." But he can't just marry a random Uchiha, it'd be shitty for politics he is the clan heir after Hashirama after all + it'd be nice way to strengthen peace via marriage. Plus he needs to keep close eye to Madara. So. Marrying Madara it is. Or Izuna. But first of all, Izuna is annoying and second he still needs very carefully look for potential signs of Black Zetsu corruption and it's better to do that when they're in close quarters. So the best case scenario is Madara's hand in marriage.

Killing Madara might be easier, but Hashirama would be sad. Plus I think the ppl who helped him to be sent in the past (coughnaruto who said that) told him smth about that Madara and Hashirama are Indra and Ashura reincarnations and be like "What if daddy Sage gets angry..."

So yeah no killing Madara. Even though he kinda wants to.

And to be clear, he had this plan in the few days he's back in his baby body. He's like 10-12 or whatever, when Hashi starts running to the river to meet Madara. Oh and Itama is safe and sound cuz Tobi said fuck Butsuma and went to safe his baby brother.

So one day Tobirama follows his brother to the river to actually meet Madara before his father decides to fuck everything.

So, Tobirama's the most fucked up honeypot mission officially begun. Tobirama is gonna be like "Ok i need to impress a 12 yo... But I cant just show him a cool jutsu, he might think about me as a rival or whatever... Kids like praise and cool things... Maybe I can tell him that he's cute and find him a cool stick? Should I ask Anija to make a cool stick?"

He meets Madara (without a stick, Hashirama might've suspect smth) and be like "Wow, Anija who would've known you've made such a cute friend" (Tobirama is hard cringing in his head, he's not the best in honeypot missions) and Madara, being about 12 year old, is standing there covered in mud, cuz Hashirama threw him into river or whatever + the little hc that he's kinda ugly when he's in his teens. Like Madara thinks of himself as strong and cool, but not particularly handsome with his wild hair and eye bags.

So Madara is smitten cuz wow pretty boy with red eyes said that He's cute!!!

Tobirama looks at Madara's dopey smile and thinks of the first phase as a success. Now Tobirama starts to spend some time with Hashirama and Madara to monitor their surroundings from their clans, while Itama distracts their father, and also try to win over Madara when he is still an impressionable kid. Plus he starts hinting that they may be Senju and Uchiha and that they should be prepared. But well they're kids who wants to escape all that war and just play with a peer so.

Long story short, Madara be like "So we're gonna make a village and then I'm gonna marry Tobirama!"

Tobi "fuck yes, a bit ahead of the schedule, but sounds good, i'm in"

Hashirama is outraged bc THATS HIS LIL BROTHER!!!

So Tobirama plays hard and makes Madara promise to marry him when they're old enough.

But then well, they're still found out and they still have a fallout cuz of their clans. But Tobirama made them promise to try hard for peace (and marriage), so now they just have to wait til Butsuma dies and Hashirama can become a clan head.

Tobirama tries not to be so efficient at killing Uchihas cuz he will be their family later so he tries to avoid it and just knock out or use some non lethal methods. Hashirama mostly fights Madara and it's almost sparrings at this point. Itama works on his weed empire and learns healing.

Well one day Butsuma dies and Hashirama and Tobirama bully their Elders and rush to try for peace. Tajima (who I think is still alive) is suspicious of all of it and stalls af.

So one day on the battlefield Tobirama says "So, marriage when? You promised asshole", making all the Uchiha and Senju stumble and "HUH?!"

So now many of the Senju and Uchiha now know that Uchiha clan heir apparently proposed to the Senju heir ??? Everyone is confused.

Madara, still crushing hard on Tobirama, catches this opportunity and bullies everyone to allow peace and let him marry Tobirama. Uchiha allow it only cuz everyone knows how crazy Uchihas about loved ones and Madara is the strongest one. They kinda afraid that if they won't allow it, he'd go crazy (he would).

So Madara gets his trophy wife Tobirama, Tobirama gets his safari zone with Uchihas in their natural habitat.

Tobirama is a surprisingly good husband to Madara, cuz with all that Zetsu thing, he's attentive as hell. "Something bothering you, dear husband? Do tell me everything."

At first they think he'd learn things and will tell that all back to Senju, but Tobirama tries to assure them "I don't really care about details. Tell me about how it makes you feel." (he looks for the signs of Zetsu corruption)

So basically Tobirama marries Madara to become his therapist. Madara is very much in love and constantly brags how much his spouse loves him and that he always listens his worries.

Izuna is mad as fuck about all of it btw. He thinks that Tobirama has ulterior motives and hides something. (He's right. ) But Tobirama dutifully plays his part as an attentive spouse and makes plans for bettering Uchiha clan just so that the village won't suffer. He'd probably would prescribe them regular therapy for everyone who awoken Sharingan.

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Pairing: Yandere Tobi/Obito x F!Reader

Summery: Obito found you paying your respects to his memorial and an obsession with his first love's best friend blossoms. Soon he finds that he will do anything and everything to protect you, his delicate peach.

Warnings: Stalking, Violence, Kidnapping, Fingering, Nipple play, Unprotected Penetration, Virgin Reader, implied threat of suicide.

Word Count: 9.7k

Author's note: Yes, I know the timeline is a bit altered, it was a creative decision. Deal with it. :)

Itachi and Kisame remove their hats as they return to the hideout looking slightly worn out, presumably from battle. They had just finished scoping out the Leaf in search of the nine tails jinchuriki and Itachi’s little brother, Sasuke.

“Did everything go okay?” Pain asked

“Yes, we ran into my former captain.”

“Itachi had it covered but the copy ninja's annoying boyfriend started attacking and then some shinobi we couldn’t see sent shockwaves into the ground that sparked a small tsunami.”

“It was at that point we thought it best to retreat. We know the jinchuriki is still located inside the village. There was no need for further engagement.”

Obito felt his chest constrict. Shockwaves...he knew that jutsu. That was the trademark of Rin’s best friend. That was a jutsu unique to you. But you had left the village a long time ago. When had you come back? 

Itachi being the only one among them who knew Tobi’s identity, quickly noticed the shift in Obito’s stance. The rest of the group, completely oblivious to the insignificant comic relief, did not notice as Obito exited the room and hurried towards the village. 

Rather than scouring the Leaf hunting for you, he waited at the one spot he knew you’d come, the memorial yard. Sure enough it only took one evening to catch you bringing lilies to your best friend’s grave. Obito cried with you as you shed tears for your friend but then you did something he didn’t expect, you stopped at the memorial stone to pay your respects to him. 

“Obito, I wish you knew how much I cared for you. You didn’t deserve what you got. You were too good for this world.” You dragged your fingertips along his name, tears streaming down your cheeks as you remembered the boy you loved as a child.

You…cared for him? He was… too good?

Obito felt a pang in his chest. You were just like her. So kind and sweet. Always seeing the best in people. Even poor retches like him. He wanted to thank you but he didn’t want to scare you.  Instead he let curiosity get the better of him and followed you home. He watched you through the window as you did your nighttime routine. Seeing you at peace alone in your home brought him contentment. He  snuck up to the window’s sill to catch a closer view as you got into bed and drifted to sleep. It brought him comfort to see you rest and he took that comfort with him as he finally returned to the hideout.

The next day, plans for tracking the other tailed beasts including the three tails had Obito feeling emotional. Itachi caught how stiff ‘Tobi’ stood during the conversation and soon after caught him leaving the hideout to go see you. He found you at the training grounds running drills with Kakashi’s team.

“Y/N-sensei, I wanna learn a new jutsu!”

“Now Naruto, I am under direct orders from Kakashi to work on chakra control drills with you three. A new jutsu will be no good if you don’t have a way to command the chakra to execute it.”

“When will Kakashi-sensei be better?”

“He’ll be better soon Sakura, don’t you worry.”

Obito sat in the trees watching you for a few hours until the jinchuriki kid was done pestering you. He was such a nuisance but you didn’t lose your patience even a little. The same could not be said about his teammates which seemed to only bring you amusement. When you were done you walked over to the memorial stone and gave your gratitude to your fallen comrades before heading home. 

You were so much like her. Beautiful and sweet as a peach. The way you cared for and nurtured others, it took a hold of his heart. He could watch you all day and never get bored. You were his light in the darkness of the Akatsuki. 

The next day he went out with his partner on their mission. While Deidara requested alone time so he didn’t need to suffer Tobi’s presence, Obito used kamui to visit you. Carefully watching from a distance till you fall asleep. Just like he did every time he visits you. Following the same ritual as before. He’d enter your home and play with your hair, stroking it as you slept. Some nights he would lay with you and breathe in your scent while you were none the wiser. It was in these moments that he knew he needed to protect you. His delicate little peach. No one in this cruel world would bruise you. He would make sure of it.

One evening while you were paying your respects to your friends, a jonin he didn’t recognize approached you. The man brushed your hip and backside and you pulled away as he asked you on a date. The audacity of the man to think of romance while you were mourning your lost comrades. You had told him no and he left but something told Obito it wasn’t over. This was clearly a man who needed to be stopped. 

The next day the man came to you again and held your hips while he asked to take you on a date, a little more forcefully than before. You had declined his request once more and politely pushed his hands off of you before turning to walk away. He had called out to you but before he could say anything further Obito had dragged the man into his void. The shinobi looked around bewildered. Obito growled at him from behind his mask.

“The lady said no” 

“Where the fuck am I?!”  

“A place no one can hear you scream so don’t give me a reason to bring you back here.” If the man could see Obito’s face behind the mask he surely would’ve wet himself. But instead in a facade of bravery he hurls insults at Obito

“A fuckin coward relies on tricks. Be a man and show me your face.”

“My face is none of your business, as for tricks, I have none, just superior prowess.” Obito makes his voice thick and deep, tapping into Madara’s tone of intimidation. “If I see you bother her again it will be the last time you speak.”

His facade is broken and his throat bobs as he swallows his pride. “Fine, no pussy’s worth a fuckin death threat.”

“Good, now that we understand each other, you may go.”

Obito materializes the man back in the village while he teleports himself over to the tree outside of your home. He spots you walk up to your door and head inside. He yearned to be the one greeting you, welcoming you home,  rather than outside in a tree. You should come home to his loving face, not a room of darkness. 

Instead he waits till you are sound asleep to touch your hips where the other man had touched them. He replaced the man’s predatory touch with his loving one. You rolled into him, your subconscious nestling into his presence. He held you, almost falling asleep from your intoxicating pheromones as they lull him into a state of bliss. When he was sure you wouldn’t wake, he slipped his body out of your bed, replacing himself with a pillow as you searched for his comfort. 

His thumb brushed over your forehead before he disappeared from your home. His beautiful peach ripe for the picking.

While masquerading around as Tobi, Obito couldn’t help but feel lonely and isolated. His thoughts of you began to consume his mind. Every opportunity he had to visit you, he took. He had disappeared so often that the Akatsuki almost forgot about him, not that they were complaining about taking a break from his annoying persona. 

He noticed that you and Kakashi had become close. You were always assisting with his young team and visiting the cemetery together. Obito didn’t like this one bit. Kakashi would pluck his sweet peach from him. But he had to remind himself that Kakashi did keep you safe when you joined his team on missions. He took care of you when Obito could not. Though that didn’t dull his need to claim you, take you as his own. The feeling was intensifying, swelling every day. 

He found himself hunting down every man who so much as looked at you. Kakashi was the only man who’s affection he let slide…even though he was the one who made him the most angry. Maybe it was his sentiment for his old friend. Maybe it was his fear of Kakashi’s skill. Either way, he let him be, not wanting to catch the copy ninja’s attention. 

The remaining miscreants were hunted without mercy. Sometimes he couldn’t help the bloodshed that was inevitable. He was unable to restrain himself, when it came to his peach, there was no limit to what he would do to keep you safe. If they showed no remorse for their predatory stares and their greedy thoughts he would gladly hear them scream before stopping their hearts. A trail of blood secretly followed you but it was all in your delicate name.

He kept tabs on everything you did, especially when it came to your missions. He had to ensure your safety. Recently learning some of the details of one of your upcoming missions, he knew he’d have to keep special watch over you. It was a dangerous mission with Hidden Mist shinobi that had been under consideration to join his troupe. He couldn’t risk history repeating itself and no longer cared if Deidara or Itachi figured out what he had been doing with his spare time. Even though you would be joining Kakashi on this mission, it wasn’t a guarantee of your safety. He already knew that too well and he must protect his sweet peach at all costs.

He stalks your group as you travel through the woods, earning him a side eye from Kakashi who knew something was up but couldn’t quite pin his finger on who the lurker was. You asked him what was wrong but Kakashi refused to say anything, not wanting to tip off a watching Obito that he knew they were being followed. 

Nice try Bakashi, but I already know your tricks.

Soon you came across your target. As predicted they put up quite a fight. You and Kakashi made a remarkable team fending them off. Your mission was to capture them for intel but the confrontation with the targets escalated to the point that elimination was deemed necessary. Obito was impressed by your strength. You took on three of them at once, knocking them down with your earth style shockwave. You manipulated the magnitude, where the earth would fracture, where it would cave in, and even where it would snap up. It was an impressive jutsu but it was not foolproof. He watched you closely, ready to intervene if it ever became too much. He watched you so closely that he hadn’t noticed the back up Mist shinobi that had been summoned. Kunai thrown from the trees flew at you as you went to weave more hand signs. You lept out of the way but still one caught your leg and the other grazed your thigh.

No.

Before Obito could even breathe he was in front of you, mangekyou in place, murder in the front of his mind. His stance was so protective, you didn’t doubt whose side this unknown stranger was on for a second. You simply pulled the kunai out of your leg allowing the blood to flow freely before going on the defensive. 

When a second wave of backup came, you did what you could but you were overwhelmed. Kakashi and his team could not keep up with the stampede of attacks. The fear for your safety caused Obito to snap. He went on a homicidal rampage, annihilating the entire group with gruesome bloodshed, bringing both yourself and Kakashi to a halt. 

In your stunned transe you didn’t catch the shinobi who snuck past your blind spot and stabbed you in the chest. When Obito turns to slice down the man he sees you clutching the kunai. In the span of a single heartbeat he dropped his weapon and pulled you into his void, bending over you in a state of panic. 

He stole your body from the battlefield so quickly Kakashi almost missed it. Kakashi finished off the last of the Mist shinobi, making certain that the life of the man who attacked you would drain by his hand. He stood up in alarm asking Naruto and Sakura if they saw who the man was that took you away. Neither of them did and Kakashi instructed them to search the nearby area for you.

Obito’s hands shook over you as he went to remove the knife, holding pressure where it once had pricked you like a pincushion. You had no idea where you were or who this man was. You had just watched him slaughter nearly twenty men to protect you immediately before his abduction. You would have been terrified if you didn’t have a more pressing issue to tend to.

“My peach, how do I help?” 

In your state of confusion you thought you misheard him. He must have you confused with someone else. You feel your consciousness begin to slip as you speak.

“Do you know…medical…ninjutsu?” it came out as a whisper.

“No” he whined

“Need…Sakura.”

“I can do that.” 

Obito goes back to the scene of his crime. Bodies strewn all over the field. He felt accomplished to see them sprawled out and covered in red.

“Hey you, girl”

“Me?! What did you do with Y/N-sensei?!”

“She’s safe. You know medical ninjutsu?”

“Yeah”

“Meet me over there.” 

She looked at the masked Obito with severe skepticism. He nodded at her and walked away, swirling out of sight as he did, stepping into his void to retrieve you. 

He lifted you up, supporting under your shoulders and knees. He held you close, his entire body tense with worry but somehow gentle. He felt so warm as you were growing cold from your wounds. Despite the horrors you saw him commit, you laid your head against his chest as he carried you back outside to a sheltered spot behind a few trees and a bush where Sakura was waiting.

He laid you down and instructed Sakura to do what she had to while he eagerly watched. Sakura gave him sideways glances many times when she felt she could afford to risk the distraction. Who was this terrifying murderer? Why did he have a fixation with you? After twenty minutes Sakura lowered her hands, panting from the amount of chakra used.

“There.”

“She’s healed?”

She nods, “She’s healed. The major damage at least.”

“Thank you”

He scoops up your body and retreats back to his void as Skaura shouts at your disappearing figures. 

You were out cold, resting for nearly a day when you woke up in a makeshift bed in a dark endless room filled with large gray blocks. 

“Where am I?”

You scan your surroundings but it hurts too much to move. The mysterious masked man suddenly appears in the room causing you to jump, quickly followed by you grabbing your chest in pain. 

“Careful Peach” he says as he rushes to your side, falling on his knees beside you.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” you inquire with eyes screwed shut in pain.

“Because you are my delicate Peach. I need to take care of you.”

“I’ve been taking care of myself just fine, thank you.” you say through clenched teeth, feeling the pain radiate over your entire chest. This man was clearly insane. Despite how he took care of you, you knew you were in danger.

“I wouldn’t call your current condition ‘just fine’, Peach.”

He feels your forehead, looking for signs of fever.

“Just who are you anyways?”

“It doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’re okay.”

“It does matter. And I need to go back to my team, let them know I’m okay.”

“The girl knows you’re okay, she’ll tell them.”

“Yes, but I need to get back to them. I need to-”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” Disbelief filled you, yet the earlier bells of warning were officially verified.

He looks at you and shakes his head. “No.”

You look at him stunned, fear swelling. You look around the dark empty space starting to wonder where the exit was.

“You’re not going back. They can’t protect you. I know that now. You will stay with me. Here.”

Stunned into silence you look up at him. You open your mouth and close it a few times before you finally say to him, “You can’t keep me here.”

“I can and I will.”

Obito watches as terrified anger blossoms on your face. You stand up in spite of the pain, searching for an exit. Glancing over your shoulder at him as you move further and further away, frantically peering behind every gray pillar and block.

“You won’t be able to leave on your own.” he calls to you. “Only I can teleport you in and out of here.”

“And where is here?” You say, walking back towards him with a guise of bravery.

“My void”

Your jaw fell open. “Your what?”

“My void. Only I have access to it using Kamui.”

Comprehension made your eyes flood with tears. You were trapped. A madman who just slaughtered a fleet of shinobi to save you has trapped you in another dimension to ‘keep you safe.’ You looked up at him pleading, “I want to go home. Let me go home.”

“I can’t…it’s not safe.”

“But my home, my friends, the village…”

“They will be fine without you.”

Starting to realize he was serious, you begin to plead. “At least let me tell them where I have gone. That way they don’t come looking for me. Let me say goodbye.”

“Peach, I can’t risk you running away. I can’t risk you getting hurt.” He reaches out to pet your hair and you shy away from his touch.

The tears leak down your cheeks, feeling helpless. You walk away and sit down, turning away from the masked man, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your head against the tops of your knee caps.

Obito, feeling pain at seeing you so sad walks up and puts a hand on your shoulder, “It has to be this way Peach, I’m sorry.”

He leaves you alone to sulk. You would be fine. You would grow to accept things the way that they are. You would grow to love him in spite of how it started. It was all going to be okay.

When he left in a swirl you wept. You allowed your mind to panic and wander to all the terrifying possibilities. What was he going to do with you? Why was he obsessed with you? How were you going to get out of this? 

The more your mind reeled the quieter your tears became. Eventually you collapsed back onto the ashen floor. As you lay there, staring up at the black ceiling of his void, exhaustion and sadness ebb you to sleep. 

You wake up the next day to find a large chunk of your stuff from your home was suddenly in the void. He had made the effort to move your belongings to you, even bringing many of your most cherished items such as your favorite clothes, your favorite mug, the blanket you sleep with every night, and your photos of Obito and Rin. 

How did this man know these would be the items you’d want most? How long had he been following you? You felt a shiver roll down your spine.

What you presume to be hours later, the masked man returns to check on you. He’s more timid than he was before. Approaching you carefully. 

“Thank you” you say, looking at the floor, “for bringing me some of my stuff. I’m still pissed, and I’m not staying here, but I appreciate the effort.” You were terrified but you didn’t want him to know that. You were going to find a way out of this. You just had to figure out how to get out of this damned dimension first.

If only you could see the smile below his mask. Overwhelmed by how cute you are he pulls you into a hug. You’re stiff with terror but you feel his strong torso pushed up against your own and you can’t help the little part of you that is left breathless. It feels familiar and warm but you can’t place why.

“I love you Peach.” he says as he holds you in his arms, laying his head on top of your head. He was insane. You reply to him with a shaking voice,

“If you loved me you’d give me some windows instead of dreary slate abyss. I can’t even tell what time of day it is.”

“Sorry, voids don’t work that way, Peach.”

“Sorry, I guess being abducted is new to me.” you forced the sass into your tone. You were petrified but you needed a way out of here. You figured maybe you could manipulate his affection for you.

Obito winces at the word abduction. He prefers to think of it as protection

“What? You didn’t think I’d be okay with this, did you? That is the title of what this is.” You weren’t sure where this bravery came from but he was buying it.

“At least I’m not trying to poison you against your own clan, or acting as the architect to kill your childhood crush.” he said with a venom that made you believe he was speaking from experience but you were too focused on your own situation to care. Your false bravery turned into false anger.

“Sorry to steal the opportunity away from you but I don’t have much in the way of a clan and my childhood crush is already dead.”

His face snapped and locked onto yours. “What did you say?”

“I’m not repeating myself, I know you heard me the first time.”

You watched as his throat bobbed beneath his black mask. Why did that impact him so much? Who was this guy anyways? He acted like he had known you your whole life yet you only know him as a mask and tuft of hair.

“Who are you?”

He turned and walked away from you, “Someone long dead to you”

Well that didn’t answer any questions. If anything it brought up more.

“Well if you won’t tell me who you are, then tell me what to call you.”

“Currently the world knows me as Tobi.”’

“Do you want me to call you Tobi then?”

“No…”

“Then what do I call you?”

He paused. “I guess Tobi is fine.”

“Okay, well Tobi, I want to go home. I am not spending my life tucked inside this vault.”

“That’s out of the question.”

You inhale deeply. Acting skills front and center. “Then I guess my safety isn’t guaranteed.”

He glanced over, tilting his head, giving you a questioning look.

“Your top priority is my safety. I can think of a lot of ways to make myself unsafe all alone here in this little void of yours,” You taunt him with your words as your eyes dart around the room.

His blood boiled over. Were you really suggesting what he thought you were? And over some dumb sunlight?! His hands twitched by his side.

“Tobi, if you intend for this” you say pointing around the void, “to be the rest of my life, it will be a short one because I’m not doing it.” you cross your arms. Of course you weren’t actually suicidal but you were going to say anything to better your circumstances. He may be your psychotic captor but he seemed to have a weakness for your well being and you were going to pull at that thread till he unraveled.

He heaved a heavy sigh before grumbling. “Give me a day to figure it out.”

“And how will I know if it's been a day?! I can’t tell time without the sun or so much as a frickin watch!”

The theatrics were working. 

“I’m sorry Peach, I’ll be back.”

He fled from the void with his tail between his legs. You let out a huge breath. How you were able to pull that stunt off was beyond you. Desperation breeds its own strength. You hoped with all your might when he came back it was to get you out of his little dimension. 

You waited, having absolutely nothing to do. No books, no games, no radio, no food, no beverage…nothing. 

You mind tortured you with thoughts. You wondered how everyone was back home, rejecting the demons of your subconscious telling you that you may never see them again. 

I will find a way out of this. 

You strolled around checking out what was behind all the gray boxes. Surprise, it was more gray boxes. You climbed each one, beginning to count them as you went. You were usually a very ambitious person but there was nothing to do. You began playing with your jutsu to see if it would work in a void. Update: it does. You brought an entire kilometer to rubble just for fun and treaded up the path you created to get some exercise. Then you jumped block to block, back to your little makeshift bedroom waiting for Tobi. Eventually you got tired so you made yourself ready for bed hoping that when you woke up he would be back with updated living arrangements.

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You turn over as you stir and nuzzle into a hand that is softly petting your hair. 

“Good Morning Peach”

You stiffen before your eyes dart up to his. Mask of bravery back in place, you greet him. “Good morning Tobi.” He winces. He hates how the false moniker sounds coming from your mouth. 

“I see you started destroying my void.”

“I was bored so I decided to train.”

A hearty chuckle left his throat. “I made arrangements but please understand I will not sound or behave like myself where we are going.”

“And why is that?”

“You will see eventually.”

“Oh boy, so glad you enlightened me.” you lay the sarcasm thick and it only makes him laugh more. Good, he finds you charming. You can work with this.

“I also want to warn you, we will be among rogue shinobi.”

“So your idea of keeping me safe is to have me live with the very people that I’ve been hunting. The very same people who want to kill me and my friends?”

“Yes, If you are among us, no one will bother you. If you remained in the village, you would be subject to their…missions.”

“Seems like stupid logic if you ask me.”

“Please trust me.”

“I don’t, but I don’t have a choice either.”

“At least you’re not dumb”

“Did you think I was?”

“Not even for a second.”

He grabbed your hand with his strong possessive one. Something about the way your palm fit in his felt right. You weren’t sure why but that was the signal your brain sent your hand when you gripped it tighter. A psychopath whose hand you were holding. Great, you’ve completely lost your marbles a mere three days into captivity.

Next thing you knew you could smell the air of the earth again, you could see the shadows left by the sun, happiness washed over you in a visible way and Tobi’s fingers slid between yours upon seeing your reaction. He pulled you into another hug, he seems to always be hugging you. It’s like he’s forcing you to get used to him. “I will be this person when we are alone. I will be another when the others are around. You understand?”

You nod your head worried about what he could possibly mean? What kind of a monster is he around this gang of thugs that he needs to warn you?

He removes his hand from yours and places it between your shoulder blades pushing you towards a cavern. A man with orange hair, purple eyes and many piercings looks you up and down as you enter. 

“Tobi, this is her?”

“Yes Pain! This is the hostage I spoke about!” His voice was comically high pitched and he sounded like a child. You tried your hardest not to react but it was just so different from what you were expecting. 

“Put her in the dungeon.”

“Well sir, remember I requested she stay in my room, sir?!”

“Yes but she’s a hostage, who will stop her from escaping?”

“Do you really think she’s dumb enough to try and leave the hideout of the Akatsuki?”

Your face went pale as you realized just who you had been dealing with this whole time. They were supposed to wear black cloaks with red clouds. You hadn’t seen Tobi wear his once! Always dressed in all black with sandles. But your reaction built a convincing case. The man named Pain accepted your fear as enough of a restraint. He didn’t question why it would be Tobi’s room but some blonde man eyed you hungirly and told Pain Tobi was probably keeping you in his room to finally lose his virginity. 

Once behind his door, he modulated his voice back to normal.

“What the hell was that?” you asked more honestly than you intended.

“What? You’ve never seen an act before?”

“Well of course. But why do you make yourself seem like a fool?”

“So no one will suspect.”

“Suspect what?”

“Don’t worry about it. Here.” Tobi swirls you back into his void and he starts gathering your things. After a second you begin to copy him and he brings you both back to his room in the Akatsuki hideout. You start to find nooks and crannies to store your things leaving only one remaining item in your hands. He watches you as you look down on your photos of your friends. Eyes lingering over the one of you and Obito before you tuck them away with mist in your eyes. 

“Are you okay?”

“No, but…thank you…for bringing the photos. I don’t know how you knew but I appreciate it.”

Tobi pulled you into another hug. You were unsure why he cared so much and why you kept letting him hug you. Maybe it was cause compared to your new roommates he suddenly seems less scary. To his credit this hug felt nice. Plus, since it seems like he was going to be your only companion for a while, you decided to tolerate it. 

He unfurled the hug and began tugging at your shirt. Lifting the hem above your neck, exposing your bare breasts.

“Hey!”

He disregarded your complaint and touched where your stab wound had been. “How does it feel?”

“It’s fine.” You say blushing while you cover your bosom. “May you please let go of my shirt now?”

“Huh? Oh, of course. Sorry Peach.” He drops your shirt and backs away swiftly almost as if he was embarrassed. He seemed a little more humane today so you decided to press your luck and scout out your surroundings.

“Can we go outside? I’d appreciate some sun and maybe some real food”

He gives you a piercing stare out of the eye hole of his mask.  “Stay by my side. I know you are strong but however strong you think you are, I am stronger.”

You gulp remembering the massacre you witnessed three days ago.

“I will be your protector. No one will hurt you ever again.” he lifted your chin so you’d look up at his eye through the swirling mask. “I promise.”

“I believe you…”

You see his eye crease when you speak. He was happy. That’s good. Keep him happy and it will give you openings to escape…though you weren’t sure outrunning him would be possible given his tricky teleportation ability.

You spend the afternoon with him, gathering intel and acting flirty, playing along with his advances. When he grabbed your hand, you laced your fingers. When he reached for your hip, you reached for his. When he hugged you, you draped your arms around his neck. You play into his affection for you, keeping him happy, earning his trust and lowering his guard. If I keep this up, captivity will be bearable. But you also feared that if you acted a little too well, you may fall for your own lies. Holding him today felt too easy given your desperate situation. Was it a genjutsu perhaps?

Nighttime came and instead of parading you past the other members of the Akatsuki who were home between missions, he teleported you both straight to his chambers. You get ready for bed and realize you do not have a bed of your own. It was still in the void. Would he send you to spend the nights in the void? He cleared his throat, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“I would feel safest if you shared the bed with me.” he said looking down. “You can sleep on the opposite side of the bed if you would like but I don’t want an enemy who finds the hideout to get to you before I wake.” 

You swallow nervously. You know he loves you. That much is obvious but you are searching for signs that he might try to take advantage of you while you’re unconscious. You think back to earlier when he was checking your wound. He didn’t seem to register that he had exposed your breasts for his pleasure. It was almost like your anatomy was irrelevant, only your well being consumed his thoughts. You chose to believe he will be respectful and so you agree.

“Pick whichever side you want. I’ll be back when I’m done.” He grabs a fresh pair of pants and heads to the bathroom. When the door is snapped shut you stand there looking at the bed. You’ve never chosen a side of the bed before. You’ve never been in a situation where you had to. You paced around the mattress like it was the most daunting choice you ever had to make. It’s not like this was a long term decision. You’d escape or convince him to let you go soon enough. So why were you weighing your options so carefully? 

Eventually you decide to choose the side closest to the window and give him the side closest to the door. You were much more afraid of his fellow gang members coming in with less than pure intentions than you were of outside shinobi coming for the blood of the Akatsuki. 

Just as you finally slip between the sheets, Tobi comes out of the bathroom with only a pair of black stretch sweatpants on. Your eyes drink up his figure. His body was half white as if made up of false materials but it moved like it was his real body. He was extremely toned, swollen pecs and chiseled abs cut across his upper body causing a little drool to pool in the corner of your mouth. Most surprisingly, he also took off his mask and below you saw battle torn skin that etched across the right side of a face that was intimidating, yet soft and familiar. His eyes catch you staring and he quickly looks down removing some of the intimidation you felt. 

He scratches the back of his neck. “I haven’t shown my face to anyone in years. I’m sorry if it scares you. I just can’t always sleep in the mask.”

“No, it’s fine” you say in a hoarse voice. Your throat had suddenly gone dry. “It’s not scary.” 

It wasn’t but what did scare you was the thoughts of what epic battle had mangled him to this degree only for him to survive and still be as strong as he is. You suddenly wondered if he was invincible and if escape would ever be possible. 

He took his position on the vacant side of the bed, smiling that you left him by the door. He knew exactly why you chose the side you did. He turned to face you from under the covers. 

“Goodnight Peach.”

“Goodnight Tobi.”

You see him wince as you say his name. You knew he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want you calling him by that name. He turns over and extinguishes the candle letting darkness blanket the room as you drift to sleep with surprising ease. Your body’s alarm, shockingly low given your current residence.

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Sunlight seeps into the room as Obito wakes up. He suddenly realizes how warm he is and it only took a few more blinks of his groggy eyes to realize why. You had traveled over to his side of the bed last night and latched onto him. He smiled, feeling his chest fill with joy. He petted your hair. You were his. You didn’t know it yet, but you were. In a few short days not only were you almost completely healed from your recent battle but you were falling for him too. Hugging him, holding his hand, cuddling in bed, Obito had never experienced human touch like this before but he was sure it didn’t always feel this right. 

He tries waking you but is met with grumpy groans and you bury yourself deeper into his chest. He kisses the top of your head as your little fists cling to him tight. He gave up on trying to wake you and let you ride out your sleep, enjoying the cuddles that were sure to cease as soon as you came to. 

Sure enough, nearly an hour later he hears you sharply inhale as you withdraw from him. You quickly sit up and face the window as he casually stretches and gets up. 

“Good Morning” he yawns feeling smug and powerful

“Morning” you say as you adjust your messy bun, trying to seem casual as you hide your embarrassment that you were needily cuddling with your kidnapper. 

You both get ready for the day, you donning a set of tactical clothes for no reason other than it was what you were used to and him, his mask and Akatsuki gear, no longer hiding the cloak now that you knew his occupation. He grabs your hip and teleports you to a tea shop for breakfast. 

You live out a week in this manner. Spending all your free time together. Occasionally having run-ins with the other Akatsuki members. They eye you in a bone chilling way. You are certain they are calculating how to enter into your room without awakening Tobi. They are nothing but disrespectful towards him, but he gives as good as he gets. You especially have to hone your acting skills to not laugh when Tobi says something ignorant and rude in his comedic tone, earning the anger of who you now know is his partner Deidara. 

One thing that bothers you the most is the ever watchful eyes of the mass murderer Itachi Uchiha. He is always polite and quiet and would seemingly be the nicest of the members if not for his reputation for slaughtering his entire clan. It’s always the quiet ones. You didn’t like how he would stare at you. After your last run in with him and Kisame, you were sure they were looking for retribution. You decide to bring this up to Tobi as he gets in bed. 

“Tobi,” he winces “I know you said I’d be safe here among the other members but I recently fought against Itachi and Kisame. I don’t like how the Uchiha looks at me. I feel like he’s looking for payback.”

“He’s not.”

You were annoyed at how quickly his dismissed you. His concern for your safety was then entire reason for your current predicament.

“How do you know that?”

“Cause I know him.”

“So you should know what he did.”

“I do.”

“And you trust him?”

“With my life.”

“How can you say that? He doesn’t even know your true identity?” 

You are gobsmacked by the wild claim Tobi is making. He killed his entire bloodline and Tobi was okay with that. It was moments like this that reminded you that Tobi was a murderer, not the lovable goof that he had been masquerading around as. 

“Itachi is the only person walking this earth who knows my true identity.”

Your jaw drops open. 

“But you said that no one had seen your face…”

“It’s true, he does not know my face but he knows my identity.” You were at a loss. “One day I will enlighten you on the events of that night but know this, of every person here, Itachi is the one you can trust the most to keep you safe. If anything happens to me, he is entrusted with your safety.”

The thought terrified you. He was out of his mind. You saw what Itachi did to Kakashi first hand. You saw the morning after the Uchiha massacre. He was not to be trusted. “Tobi, no…”

His nose twitches and that was the last straw. “Well if you hate the name Tobi so much then why do you go by it!” your emotions had been high strung for over a week and you were snapping, boldly yelling at your captor.

“I don’t hate the name. I just hate when you say it.”

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Cause it feels wrong to hear you call me by something other than my name.”

“There’s just no winning with you. I can’t call you by your real name cause it’s some big secret that only a serial killer knows and oh yeah, apparently that same psychopath inherits me if you die!”

You cross your arms over your chest, huffing in frustration. You weren’t even sure why it bothered you so much. This is a temporary situation. You were kidnapped. You were going to escape. If Tobi dies then it will mean you’re finally free. You just have to find a way to sneak out of this hideout and you could finally go home.

“He’s the only one I can trust to guard you with his life.”

You roll your eyes, huffing once more before pursing your lips. “Why? I need to know, Tobi. Why?”

He looks down and shrinks in your gaze. “Because only he knows what it’s like to love as an Uchiha.”

You felt the wind knocked out of you. Was he saying what you think he is?

“You’re a…?”

“Yes.”

“But Itachi…”

“...had help.”

Your hand flys to your mouth covering it in shock. 

He finally looks up at you. “Y/N, it’s not what you think it is. I can explain.”

You feel fear chill your entire body and you see on his face how upset he is that you are more afraid of him than ever. He rushes towards you and gets on his knees begging and pleading, “please allow me to explain.”

“Your clan…you helped him murder…all those people.” you said it robotically. You begin to disassociate from the conversation, lost in thought till you circled around to the realization that no one talked about a missing body among the corpses. The only survivor was Saskue. There was no one else left unaccounted for among the names of the fallen brethren. So who was Tobi?

“Tobi, if you’re an Uchiha, then who are you?”

His face flushed to a cherry red. Despite the horrifying details he just shared, for the first time you felt you had the upper hand in your captivity. Why was he so afraid to tell you? He grabbed both your hands, rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles. 

Your eyes bore into him anxiously waiting for an answer.

“It’s me.” 

You remained silent, your stern expression waiting for clarification.

“Obito”

Your hands went limp in his hold. Every tense muscle relaxed as your heart leapt to your throat getting your hopes up. Then after a moment you began shaking and crying with anger. 

“That’s not funny, Tobi.” You growled at him in quiet rage. “Obito died over a decade ago. Kakashi and Rin saw it happen. None of us were the same after. I visit his grave every day I’m in the village. But I’m sure you knew that already, didn't you?” You were seeing red. He had been stalking you. This was all a ruse to get you to fall for him. You didn’t care for your safety at this moment, even after discovering he was a part of one of the most heinous crimes in the history of the Leaf, you were going to knock sense into this liar if it was the last thing you ever did. 

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s really me.” He grabs your photo of him and holds it by his face. “See?” 

You can’t see the resemblance cause your eyes are too full of tears. 

“Take your hands off that photo! Don’t touch it!”

“Y/N, think about it.” He pleads with you, “Kakashi has a sharingan in his left eye. My left eye is missing. Obito was crushed under a boulder on his right side. Look at my right side! It looks like this.” he gestured to the Hashirama cells, “I was rescued, Y/N. Madara found me. I survived.”

You had to admit that it made sense except for the last part. 

“Madara is dead.”

“He is now, but he wasn’t at the time. He became my master after the accident, after I healed, after Rin…”

His voice cracked at the last word. It was a sobering sound causing your anger to break.

“...Obito?”

He swallowed heavily, “Yes”

You believed him….

The wave of emotion that crashed over you knocked you to your knees. You fell to the ground sobbing. The boy you had loved all your life was before you, taking care of you, alive and well. A monster who had done horrendous things but he was alive. The realization broke your mind. Obito joined you on the floor, holding you as you cried in his arms. 

“Why did you never come back? All of us, we needed you. I-I needed you.”

“I can’t tell you that Peach. But I’m here now. I won’t leave you.” 

Your hands grabbed at him like he would disappear at any given moment. One arm wrapping around his back, the other cradling his head as you hyperventilate in his arms. 

He nuzzles into the curve of your neck as he professes, “I love you Peach.” 

You wanted to say it back but talking wasn’t an option. You were too overcome with emotion. 

He helped you up to standing and laid you down on the bed. He got in next to you and held you in his arms till your cries quieted. His large palm stroking over your back, comforting you as your mind came to grips with the fact that he was very much alive and very much in love with you the way you were in love with him. 

Occasionally as you cried, he’d kiss your cheek or your temple. Suddenly all the terrifying things you’d witnessed over the past ten days were no longer so terrifying. He stalked you cause he loved you. He murdered all those shinobi to protect you. He kidnapped you cause he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The alarms that he been blaring in your head all turned quiet.

Your breathing began to return to normal and you pulled away to look at Obito squarely in the face, leaving no room for misinterpretation. You needed him to know your intentions. 

You grabbed both sides of his face and leaned in for a kiss. He quickly pulled you into his body as tightly as he could, squishing you into his chest, nearly breaking your ribs with want. You both inhaled deeply as your lips locked onto each other. You opened your mouth, seeking to deepen the kiss. It was your first one after all, you wanted to make it good. 

You toss your leg over his hip, grinding into him as one of his hands lowered to stroke your thigh and ass cheek. You moan into his mouth, him returning your sounds of affection into your own. The stroking of your leg became rough as his tough hands grip into the flesh of your behind. Your breathing heavy and ragged as your arousal increases. 

Eventually he falls to his back as you straddle him, hunching over to feast on his mouth while you continue to roll your hips against his pants. You were in the most heated and only kiss of your life and you were sure for Obito it was the same. His deep groans as you dry humped his boner concealed inside his sweatpants made your heart flutter with excitement. Everything that had been stolen from you as an adolescent was right beneath you, in your arms and between your legs. 

Obito released your lips to lean his head back with a particularly loud moan echoing out of him causing Deidera to pound against the wall. “Just cause I knew you were going to fuck her doesn’t mean I need to hear it you fucking virgins!”

You laugh centimeters from his face before he flips you onto the bed so he is hovering over your panting silhouette. Lashes fluttering as you salivate from the way his strong presence looms over you. 

“Obito, I…” He kisses you slow and deep, not letting you speak. You break the kiss to finish your sentence. “I love you.”

He latches onto your lips again before speaking into your mouth, “I love you too.”

You wrap both of your legs around him, lifting yourself up to rut into him when he finally leans back on his knees to rip down your pajama pants, letting your legs fall to each side, exposing your soft flesh, ready and waiting to be sullied with unholy deeds. He sinks down, positioning himself between your legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows to watch him with curious interest. 

He kisses and sucks on your inner thighs. He releases the pliable flesh with a pop and smiles at his artwork. Of course he’d leave a mark the first chance he got. You were his after all. 

He worked his way to your center, licking a stripe up your sex before latching over your little bundle of nerves. He began to suck on it as if hoping to separate it from your body. He licked the small nub gently between vicious suckling, driving you wild and causing you to squirm. Your hand shot down to rest in his hair as you furrowed your brows and tilted your hips up into his chin, soaking his face in your secretions. Desperate need consuming your body.

He came up for air and crawled back up over you to get another one of your sweet kisses, before sinking his fingers into your tight virgin cunt. You whimper into his lips. He drags his fingers in and out of you causing you to clench around them. You make small cries as you feel him attempting to stretch you, readying you for his intrusion. 

Your hand reached for him, looking to sink beneath his pants to stroke what you desired. He propped himself up on his elbow next to you while his hand reached between your legs. You slipped between his abdominals and his waistband, fingers gliding around his thick base before closing around it and stroking upwards. Obito shuddered at your touch, hips instinctively thrusting towards you. Your hand firmly set around him, stroking up and down, you twisted towards his face to continue kissing him. The sloppy exchange continuing while you worked between each other’s legs. The heat radiated off of your bodies as your lust filled every pore. You pull back, a trail of spit connecting your mouths as you speak.

“I’m ready.”

Obito withdrew his fingers as he leaned away. He sucked his fingers clean as he stood up next to the bed. He dropped his pants so that they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of the fabric and crawled back on the bed over you. 

He gently glided his barren length over your folds, lubricating himself in your sopping wet juices. His tip lightly poked at your swollen bud causing your breath to hitch. He gives you a nod signaling he’s going in. He sinks just the tip in and your arms tighten around him in response.

“Are you okay?”

You look up into his eyes and nod. “Mhm”

He begins to push inwards. You gasp at the stretch. It was painful but soon it shifted into a pleasurable sensation.

“Are you still okay?”

You bit your lower lip as you nod in agreement. He reached down. He wanted to be the one biting your lip. Connecting his with yours once more, his tongue swirled with passion as he stroked in and out of you slowly, allowing you to turn into a puddle under him. You cry into his mouth as you feel your walls constrict around him. You had never felt anything quite like it. Every part of you was satisfied in this position. Legs wrapped around his waist, lips connected with his, sharing the air you breathed, and the feeling of him buried in you. It was love in its purest sense. 

His soft slow romantic strokes began to give way as he realized how good the friction felt. Your tight walls wrapped around him so well, squeezing him in a way he could have never even dreamt about. You were perfection itself and it was making him ravenous.

He rolled his hips into you till they slapped against your rear. You make little sounds in response to the connection. It encourages him so he continues to roll. You keep mewling with each stroke. It is an anthem to his heart and he wants to hear it played louder. He begins slamming into you. You want to take it and please him but it’s becoming too much. 

You see his eyes gloss over. He’s consumed with the unfamiliar sensation. He flips you onto your stomach. He straddles you with his knees on either side of your legs, pinning them together. He thrusts up and in as you lay down flat. He slams his palm down on your cheek and you make a small grunt upon impact. You hear him smirk.”tch” He wants to do that again. 

You grunt a second time. He sits back on his heels and pulls your perfect body up off the bed and sits you down on his erection. Back facing him, he snakes his hands around your front and under your shirt. His muscular arms lift you up and down on him as you sing out little sounds of pleasure. 

“That’s it baby. You’re doing such a good job.”

You completely exhale as he whispers praise into your ear. Your heart thundering at a wild pace as one hand grabs on top of his hand that has a bruising grip on your chest and the other reaches back to grab him behind his head. 

He bends forward to lay light kisses along your neck and into the curve of your shoulder. You were his every desire. All the dangerous things he was capable of were only out of love for you. He would murder hordes of shinobi, tame tailed beasts, and level entire cities in your honor. He would do anything to live this moment on repeat for the rest of his life. 

You twist in his arms, politely asking to look upon his face. He sits back as he lifts you off of him. You turn around on your knees and straddle his lap, facing him as he tugs at your hem, gently lifting the fabric over your head and tossing it to a dark corner of the room. 

He hunches down to taste your perky peaks. His tongue dragging along each nub before his lips close around it with a gentle suckle. Your head lulls backwards as you cry out blissfully, allowing the new sensations to overwhelm your mind. Obito rocks your body up and down along his shaft but he doesn’t think he will be able to hold out much longer. 

He gingerly lays you down on your back, propping your legs open with his arms as he leans down, pushing his chest into yours. You feel your flexibility being tested as he sinks into you and your eyes widen at how deep he went. He begins to stroke, craving the warmth of the fast friction generated by his thrusts. He allows his sack to sway into your rear, hitting it with a satisfying clap at each impact. Your face begins to twist with pleasure. Your rhythmic cries calling to him like a siren's song. 

He leans down and presses his lips into yours, allowing your moans to reverberate around the inside of his mouth. He nears his climax as you reach yours. Releasing together in loving harmony. He slowly pumps into you, draining the seed from his length into your loving walls that graciously drink it in. 

Your doting eyes never leave his face. You realize you are hopelessly bound to him. You would never escape your captivity, nor did you want to. Both of you have surrendered to the other. Your head collapses onto the pillow and he licks one last stripe up your neck before falling next to you and kissing your jaw. His strong finger tugs at your chin, turning you to him so he may continue to adorn your lips with kisses. 

Your faces would fold into each other's necks as your bodies tangled together under the covers. The man who kidnapped you, now your most valued treasure. He would possessively hold his delicate little peach every night from henceforth and you would never speak of going home ever again because now that Obito lay with you, you were home. You allow your eyes to close and your heart to go still as you fall into a deep slumber in his arms.

Home… 

Masterlist

[oh-no-its-bird]

Ok so I love demon slayer, I love naruto, I love crossovers and I do think that the most interesting crossover you could get between the two is by including Kagaya Ubuyashiki as a major player

In Narutoland, leaders are leaders due to strength. The Kage's are the strongest around, and it makes sense bc in a warrior society ofc you want your leaders to be strong.

Kagaya is very much not that, and I wanna play with it. There's just something so fascinating ab the leader of so many scarily strong people being a soft spoken and kind man who physically could not fight if he wanted to, but is still willing to embrace The Horrors when need be. Really big contrast to Naruto, I like it

Anyways umm

Fic where after Kagaya Ubuyashiki blows up his fucking house w the wife and kids, he and maybe also the wife and kids end up zapped to Naruto.

Immediatley like, there is no Muzan here. There are no demons. Kagaya's curse to bear is over, the weight lifted from his shoulders. He has done all that he can do. He gets to retire now.

So just Kagaya trying to settle in to retirement in another world, struggling w the fact that he's like. Penniless now. Sickly young master lost all his fucking wealth and buisness investments, not much he can do there.

But no matter what he does he's too fucking charismatic and eye catching to not gain some kind of notoriety. I think it'd be funny if he's legit trying to live his best life but people keep swearing allegiance to him. He's just wandering around trying to find a way to make money and not die and accidentally picking up Deidara before Akatsuki can.

He like compliments his art by acknowledging that there is beauty in everything, even destruction. And Deidara is eyeing him like ",,,maybe this old man is ok,, I guess,,, oh no wait he's a CIVILIAN?? And also fucking useless at everything???? Man I guess I HAVE to stick around and protect him. Wow what a bummer. I guess I have no choice... and also if he pats me on the head and calls me a good boy and feeds into my many ignored complexes then that's also whatever......"

Kagaya actually just keeps running into Akatsuki members and getting varying levels of "this guy is alright I guess (if anything happened to him I'd kill everyone in the room then myself)"

He's collecting a little army of shinobi with daddy issues (every shinobi ever let's be real) by pure accident

Dw Kagaya, you don't need to worry about those medical bills bc u are now the sugar baby of multiple criminal organizations! (Don't think about it too hard)

Obito gets the worst of it, he sees Kagaya and gets flashbacks to his ailing grandmother and suddenly can't unsee it. Kagaya seems to see through his Tobi act seamlessly, and still reaches out to touch his scarred face without a single twitch of his smile and says he can feel a good man in that heart of his. Obito explodes immediatley and has to retreat for 7-10 buisness days to deal with the sudden onslaught of Feelings(tm)

Akatsuki slowly becomes good bc Kagaya learns of some of their plans and gives Obito a dissaproving frown and the psychic damage is so strong that Obito immediatley goes "ok I guess we don't HAVE to kill the children." And he just frowns harder and Obito twitches and goes ",,, or the adults. I guess. If u really think so."

[pachu09]

Wherein Shinobi's still retain some Supernatural abilities...

It started with a translucent red butterfly.

Tobirama had only seen the fascinating animal when he crossed the Uchiha side of the Naka River after safely delivering one Uchiha Kagami and sharply reminding the child that he is to tell no one that he saved him.

The child had gaze up at him with teary eyes, solemn look and a promise that he wouldn't tell anyone about Tobi–sensei.

A second of shooing away the Uchiha Child. Tobirama was startled as one translucent red butterfly had pop out of no where and fluttered gently around him as if greeting a long awaited friend.

Tobirama had to take a step back as the butterly softly flutter across his cheeks, his nose and even his lips....the last action made him jump in alarm and he hurriedly crossed the raging Naka river in an attempt to leave the strange animal behind.

Curiously, when he looked back at the Uchiha territory. The butterfly was still flying around the place where he drop Kagami off..

And then in a burst of fine red smoke....the butterfly.....disappeared.

Tobirama was left baffled at seeing that scene.

He had never known that there is a specie of red butterflies that looked translucent.

He curiously wanted to know where it came from. But alas, he cannot go gallivanting around the Uchiha territory without anyone none the wiser. It's miraculous than he even had a few minutes to safely deliver Kagami without an Uchiha Squad raging and spitting fire after him.

He shook his head to get rid of his insatiable curiosity. Nothing good will come out if it if he investigated the damn animal. Who knows what even that is. But one thing is for sure, Tobirama knows the Uchiha still has hidden abilities that bordered on Supernatural. The same as their Clan that was rumored that wielded the power of Nature. He snorted at that thought. Hashirama may have been blessed with Supernatural abilities but he himself hasn't gotten anything.

Unless pulling out an enemies blood straight out of their veins and knowing where a pool of water is even if one is in the middle of a desert counts as a Supernatural abilities then Tobirama already counts himself as a freak.

Sighing loudly and after making sure Kagami was already halfway towards the Uchiha Compound. Tobirama finally turns towards his Clan Compound. With a quick burst of Chakra, he silently disappeared from the riverbank of the Naka River.

The only thing that witness his presence is a lone red translucent butterfly....that gently flutter around where he last stood.

~●~●~

If Tobirama bothered to looked back to the Uchiha territory he would have seen one Uchiha Madara appearing in the midst of hundreds of red translucent butterflies that appeared out of nowhere.

The Uchiha’s Sharingan was trained on his form as he fled from the infamous river.

Uchiha Madara flicked his eyes on his hand as a lone red butterfly daintily perch on his pointer finger. His eyes widen as the butterfly transfers its memory into him.

With a satisfied smile. Madara turn back towards his Clan Compound. With a click of his finger another translucent red butterfly eagerly sepearted from its brethren and heed his orders.

It then turn its fragile form towards their enemies land. Madara watches as his little butterfly disappeared from his sight. He hope that Hashirama's trees would ignore his little companion. It wouldn't do if his little spy was caught too early isn't it?.

Besides, he refuses to wait until Tobirama had to go out of the Senju Compound to monitor him again. The man had peaked his interest immensely after witnessing he saved an Uchiha Child.

He is looking forward to uncover more of the man's secrets in the future.

[r--kt]

Good boy Tobi. Why is he acting this way?

"oh yeah, it was just Zetsu" a-ha, not even close. here I'll talk specifically why Obito resorts to roleplay, and why he is comfortable with the images of Madara and Tobi. (obviously because it's not being himself but let's dig deeper)

contents | responsibility · regrets · a sense of control · conclusions

Vol. 31 CH. 280. Tobi's first appearance.

sure this looks like another defense mechanism that allows Obito to avoid reality, especially when interacting with people. full coverage, imitation of someone else's voice, name change, personality change etc. his clothes literally look like armor, and I'd like to think that hiding and protecting himself "just because it feels right" is exactly the point (no need in armor, he's intangible, so that's a psyche). the very way he completely depersonalizes himself shows that on a subconscious level he is not comfortable being in the conditions he finds himself. this alone may indicate that he is not very happy with his position of a faceless world saviour. and this is his first damn appearance.

Tobi is another manifestation of Obito's escapism, which is the central theme of his story. I have identified three advantages of using Tobi's image for Obito, and all of them will be described below. maybe you'll find some more, feel free to reblog and add your thoughts!

Responsibility

escapism is just stress-relieving. for him, the roleplay was a way to relieve tension from the responsibility that he had imposed on himself. "no one in the whole world can do it except me" must be really exhausting. so what if I just don't be myself for a while? what if I be the one who can make a mistake? it's important to be frivolous and let things go sometimes, otherwise the psyche will be disturbed even more. so, that's the first advantage, that allowed Obito not to go completely crazy.

Regrets

CH. 652

as I said, Obito is not very happy with his position. even though he believes that tsukuyomi plan is correct, this doesn't negate that he is unhappy to fulfill it and suffer the hardships because of it.

during the war, we can see that Obito really regrets that he hadn't live his life the way he could, with his friends and dear ones. he began to ask questions: "could I have a better life?" "who have I become?" "who does my friend see me as?" these feelings burst out only at the culmination, before that they were deeply suppressed, with the help of detachment from reality, which Obito achieved mostly thanks to the image of Tobi. a ridiculous stupid guy who talks nonsense and does not pretend to be any role other than a comic relief. another personality allows Obito to distract himself from the real problems, which he can't reconcile.

CH. 281 idk what an idiot. love him.

in order to avoid all these dangerous thoughts for as long as possible, he came to this escapist behavior. it is not only a convenient tool for manipulation (I'm not really touching on that in this post, though it's important too), but it also distracted him from all his regrets. though, it's funny that he still chose orange and purple colors that probably reminded him of the past.

A Sense of Control

it seems to me that this is the most important reason to pretend to be either an inept, complaisant fool or a legend of the Shinobi world. why these two extremes?

many events in Obito's life showed him that no matter how he acts, he will still be punished, which means he personally has no control over anything. during the exposition, he is late helping the old ladies, but Kakashi condemns him no matter what. during the first turning points, he commits morally correct actions in order to end up first being mutilated and isolated, and then lose the most precious (and only) thing he really had: friendship with Rin and Kakashi. in the end, he does not even have control over his own body until he learns to control the mokuton and gets used to the constantly breaking off or deforming limbs. Madara and Tobi appear as other personalities who are able to achieve control under certain conditions and give Obito the necessary mental stability.

CH. 460

Madara is the epitome of control. the ghost of the Uchiha clan, the fear of which is alive many years after his death. by taking on a character who has more control than Obito did in real life he might feel quite cathartic and empowering, and it offered him a sense of emotional security (the mask helps with it physically, the personality and famous name — mentally).

while Tobi, besides an attempt to make up for lost childhood, is a demonstration of "the lowest standards" so that for once in his life, he did feel that he always met expectations, that more was not required of him. he's incompetent, he messes up, he's irritating, and therefore others don't expect anything else from him. yes, Tobi is judged and punished, but Tobi is not trying to be praised, so his own expectations are not broken.

CH. 359

Madara's personality is convenient because it's dominant, it controls others, inspires them with a certain fear and submission. Tobi's personality is convenient because with its help Obito choose to show fear and submission himself whenever he wants, that is, it does not become an unexpected blow for him. I would add that similar mental mechanisms work in many types of traumatic experience (not talking about his sexual deviations like moderate sadomasochism yet, the man is clearly traumatized).

does it all work? obviously, yes. there's no point in explaining that this whole Madara thing worked perfectly. Tobi, although condemned by Deidara, is at the same time accepted and encouraged by him a bit, simply because it is pointless to expect anything from him. however, this works as long as the fictional personalities do not overlap, as long as others believe in the reality of both.

CH. 396

another interesting topic is that Obito himself began to mix these personalities and demonstrate the falsity of one, which deprived him of the very opportunity to avoid reality (Madara clearly reminds him more of the responsibility on his shoulders than Tobi) and relieve the constantly increasing stress. therefore, starting from the moment when "Madara" shows that "Tobi" was just a cover, Obito loses the advantages of Tobi's image, suppressed regrets gradually surface, stress accumulates, the sense of control disappears for lack of any new personality other than his own (which has problems with control). and all these consequences falls on him during the war.

Conclusions

the reasons for this defense strategy appeared in Obito due to his low self-esteem, which was facilitated by the following. the early death of Obito's parents was most likely at the age when he was too young, and therefore psychologically this loss was fixed as "I was left because something was wrong with me. I can't be loved naturally, I need to deserve it first". because of that there was a constant attempt to be better, to reach the level of a genius opponent, who not only shows with all his appearance that you are not enough, but also constantly pokes you in your own shit like a puppy. and that's not the only situation where you're not that good. there's a lot, actually.

such an environment forms an attitude "to get recognition, I need to try harder than anyone else, because something is wrong with me". subsequently, this attitude is transformed into a new one: "I cannot get recognition in any case, which means I will achieve recognition, respect, attention through pretending and forming other personalities". and that's how Tobi appeared.

I don't even know what to add at the end. it's just great that you can see the depth in Obito, even when he's acting like a moron. here's some admiration for this silly guy

[strawberry-milkbunny]

Naruto is my Roman Empire and I’ve been reading MadaTobi fanfics so these r my Founders Thoughts that nobody asked for:

- Tobirama had a crush on Madara and it PISSED HIM OFF like they def had hate sex at one point LMAO

- they literally worked together ur rlly gonna tell me they didn’t have SOME moments of civility btwn them?? (lowkey that’s wild tho having to see ur brother’s murderer everyday at work-I like Tobi but I’m just sayin)

I WANT A WORKPLACE SITCOM WITH THE FOUNDERS SJSKKSKS:

- Tobi doing experiments and scaring the villagers

- Tobi teaming up with Madara to make Hashi do work

- Hashi making flowers w/government documents

- Mito sipping tea while encouraging Tobi to revive the dead

- everyone in the Tower side eying the sexual tension btwn Madara and Tobi and them never denying they’ve fucked before

- Toka cackling in the background

- Hikaku spraying water at Madara like a cat every time he throws a temper tantrum

- Kagami popping in to make sure his clan head doesn’t kill his teacher PERFECT SITCOM MATERIAL

- totally personal preference: Naruto should’ve had more BLOOD AND GORE. I wanna see the grittiness and horror the shinobi world actually is and how revolutionary Naruto as a character is by choosing peace over violence. The only time we get that is Obito vs Kiri nin, Uchiha Massacre, Wave Arc, Orochimaru…before it turns into DBZ fights

I’ve said this before: Sasuke was in a seinen Naruto was in a shounen

- the warring states is literally the perfect place for exhibiting the horrors of war and humanity. Bloodline thieves, child hunting squads, GIVE. IT. TO. ME. Madara and Hashirama experiencing all of this and wanting PEACE FOR THEIR YOUNGER BROTHERS UGHHH ROBBERY‼️‼️

SORRY TW IMPLIED SA !!:

I HC that bloodline thieves is prob why Madara wears gloves….being a YOUNG (he’s been on the battlefield since he was 8??) powerful, prodigy and future clan head of a famous kekkai genkai it makes sense why he doesn’t like skin-contact/sexual repression and repulsion. And why we don’t see female Uchiha shinobi (excluding misogyny) simply bc there’s such a high risk of SA in this era

Moving on:

- Tobi and Izuna were jealous of how their brothers were being taken away. It goes past the senju/uchiha rivalry like they were just kids and were plain jealous.

- Madara and hashirama def share 1 brain cell LOLLL. Like they’re besties for a reason, Madara acts likes he smarter but nah he’s as much of an idiot as Hashi is. They’re both dreamers let these boys live and skip rocks together!!! 😭😭

- let’s be honest: Tobi built the village. Mans was doing ALL the logistics and infrastructure

- tobirama is soooo second son/eldest daughter coded it’s not even funny. The SPARE, serious and emotionless bc he needed to always clean up after his siblings, DUTIFUL, prob has a praise kink etc.

- Madara is an eldest daughter who also prob has a praise kink and touch starved

- NONE of the founders r well adjusted like they went from spending everyday of their lives at war to tryin bring peace and start essentially a ninja-revolution (PLS GO TO THERAPY)

- madara was just the most open about it: being isolated and feared by his own clan BC he was powerful, trying advocate for the village and peace, all while grieving for his last brother…yeah it makes sense y he went crazy or at least wanted to leave (fuck Kishimoto for that Kaguya bs and fuck Zetsu)

- I don’t actually believe he was trying destroy the village idkkk. I think he was trying to do an SNS aka using fighting as a way to communicate with Hashirama and well…yIkEs

- tobirama is 1000% unadjusted: mans literally created a Justu to revive the dead. You cannot tell me that doesn’t REEK of desperation and loneliness. He’s lit rally the OG mad scientist

- hashirama rlly thought sealing the Bijuu and giving them to each village was a good idea….sir WHO TF GIVES NUCLEAR WEAPONS TO SHINOBI???!! 😳😳

- I think hashirama and naruto lowkey can be summed up as: a powerful idealist. Which is a very dangerous combination. Take that how you will especially considering how shinobi thrive off of violence….it kinda makes sense how we ended up with canon Naruto

- Madara has a god complex and knows it. Hashirama has a god-complex and doesn’t know it. (God of Shinobi title def got to him and understandable)

- the founders failed and they know it. But I also kinda love it?? They’re so flawed and human as leaders and you can see how their mistakes drag into Canon Naruto. It also makes me so sad knowing that Konoha was built to prevent child soldiers and give protection only for it to actually be WORSE (Kakashi ITACHI SANNIN ik for a fact it must’ve hurt Hashi to know ur own granddaughter left the village)

Uchiha are: love is the death of duty while the Senju are: duty is the death of love and neither of them will forgive each other for picking one over the other‼️‼️‼️

- proving this ^^ w/Hashirama’s weird af characterization: aka him being a loveable idiot but at the same time CONGRATULATING Itachi for killing his own clan for Konoha…. I feel like that rlly showed me how much of a war veteran/shinobi Hashirama actually is and how he will always pick duty

- we were ROBBED of baby Kagami/hokage Kagami 😤😤😤 I’m sorry Kagami should’ve been made Hokage it just makes sense personality wise and politically wise. The only way I could see him not take it is bc he needed to be a clan leader/placate the Uchiha/help Hikaku.

- I wanna see him process the loss of his clan leader, teacher, and eventually friends to a point where Danzo takes his eyes

- everyone on Team Tobirama had a crush on Kagami at one point

- one of my fav HC: Tobi and Madara co-parenting Kagami. There’s no way Madara didn’t check up on Kagami being taught by THE senju which makes his defection hit harder for Kagami 😭😭

- BABY SANNIN ‼️‼️‼️ Tsunade was old enough to meet and remember Hashirama it makes sense that Oro and Jiraiya meet the founders

- omg could u imagine being Edo Tensei Hashirama?? Ur granddaughter’s weird friend revives u using the Jutsu ur brother invented that you specifically FORBID 😭😭

- Hashi and Tobi staring at Orochimaru like “you look familiar???” IT HAS SO MUCH COMEDIC POTENTIAL

- Mito revolutionized female shinobi like she’s def the reason ppl realized that girls can fight (Senju Toka was an exception) STAN MITO 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

- Mito pulled a Tsunade and mentally yeeted out of Konoha after Hashi and Tobi died. Bc the way we NEVER hear about her and Hiruzen interacting except for Kushina, even tho she’s literally RELATED to the other 2 hokages….ROBBED 😵‍💫

- I HC: she was dealing w/grief (the fall of Uzushio made it worse) and she was lowkey pushed out of the council by Danzo FUCK DANZO

- I love the idea of Mito wooing for Hashirama’s hand/politically smart Mito!! It was a political marriage that grew into love. There’s no way she DIDNT suspect an attack on Uzushio lik it’s literally an island w/Kiri as it’s neighbours….Konoha gets recognition and stability while Uzushio importantly gets mainland allies

- Mito tops btw she’s def pegged Hashi before 🫢

- if Madara or Hashi had sisters/born women they would’ve def had a marriage to solidify their alliance. This makes Japanese homophobia not make sense esp in the shinobi world bc their clans trusted each other w/o backup like marriage?? Idk I’m just kinda confused y it was never even brought up for an alliance…

*cue MadaTobi arranged marriage au 100k, enemies to lovers, slowburn*

- also to dude bros homophobia has no place in the Naruto world (and IRL BTW) outside of making heirs. They’re literally MERCENARIES You telling me Kakashi has never fucked another man for information before??? Pls be serious I’m begging y’all 🙃🙃🙃

- there’s def family drama amongst the senju!! Idk I feel like Hashirama and Tobirama have the relationship of: “they love each other but don’t like each other” which makes Madara’s inclusion even worse for the brothers’ relationship. Like they def always had each other’s backs but never actually felt like they understood each other.

- I wish more fanfics/canon covered the shinobi-civilian politics more (I love politics lol give me world-building kishimoto 😤)

- Civilians hold power. THEY have all the MONEY to pay shinobi

- I’ve rlly only seen 1 fanfic that involves the Fire Daimyo during the Warring States Era (Into the Wide Blue Yonder it’s a KakaSasu Time travel fic that actually ✨works✨ 12/10 recommend) but it’s true.

Wtf is the Fire Daimyo doing during this era??? Why is he being so placate about Senju/Uchiha war unless he just sees it as entertainment?? How have shinobi NOT fought against rich civilian politicians before?? (Introducing Maoism to the naruto world lol 🤔🤔)

- Kishimoto curse ur goldfish brain….

- the uchiha and senju were def broke in this era, LMAO especially the Uchiha and I mean resource wise. War is EXPENSIVE the Uchiha don’t have Hashirama and Mokutan, they couldn’t just grow food whenever they wanted. It makes total sense that they would agree to a ceasefire just to prevent STARVATION

- once again…. robbed in terms of seeing the aftermath and devastation of war and learning how to live in a morally grey, politically unstable, resource limited world which could’ve brought in the ultimate themes of peace and the cycle of violence, and the question of if violence and war is ever justified, but…..no ❤️

[yowyowyaoi]

*during the war*

Obito: And now, pitiful shinobi, bow down to —

Edo-tensei Deidara, popping out of nowhere: Wait a second … THAT’S how you actually sound?? What happened to that deep voice I heard earlier??

Madara: He uses that when he pretends to be me. This is my voice. That is his.

Deidara: Good god … you sound really creepy, Uchiha.

Obito: W-what??

Deidara: You sound like some kind of spider that crawled out from underneath a rock after a thousand years. You sound like —

Edo-tensei Hidan, also popping out of nowhere: Fuck that, he sounds like he caught a cold twenty years ago and never learned to clear his damn throat!

Deidara: Honestly you were better off using that ridiculous Tobi voice, hm. It may have been annoying but at least it wasn’t creepy enough to make me want to rip off my own ears!

Hidan: No wonder Deidara used to have nightmares about Tobi! This motherfucker probably used his real voice on him when he was sleeping and scared his ass half to death!

Obito: Oi, Madara … you’re not going to defend me, here??

Madara: Well, they’re actually making some pretty valid points. I tried to have the Zetsu’s give you voice lessons but they said you always turned them down.

Obito: But …

Kakashi: Not to be rude but I think everyone is right; you could benefit from practicing your natural speaking voice every day. You sound completely unhinged, and not in a sexy kind of way.

Gai: Mm. Complete nut job. If this wasn’t a hostile takeover, I’d have tuned you all the way out by now.

Naruto: Scary as heck, dattebayo.

Sasuke: Like a zombie that just crawled out of the grave with a mouthful of dirt.

The ghost of Itachi: Extremely unbecoming for an Uchiha, cousin.

Obito:

Obito: *throws weapons to the ground and runs off*

Madara: Boy? Boy!! Get back here, brat! *chases after him*

Deidara: Tsk; running away like that sure is unartistic.

Kakashi: Mm.

[jumexju]

REQ !! : hiiii!!!! im inlove with your fanfics and I was wondering if I could request tobirama senju x reader who hurt themself on the mission, leading them to go blind ? you can decide if it's an established relationship or not ! have a great rest of your day ! <333. - anon

THE HAZE (req)

Pairing !! : Senju Tobirama / GN Reader

Fic Type !! : One-Shot / Fluff / Comfort

CW !! : Very little mention of blood in the beginning & violence (not by tobi) in the beginning, insecurity & self-doubt, apart from that, none !

Summary !! : You get hurt on a mission, causing you to lose your sight. Luckily, you have Tobirama to help you.

Notes !! : I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it oomfie ^^!!

✦ MASTERLIST

It happened all too fast. 

One second you were fighting spy shinobi from the hidden sound, the next — you couldn’t see anything, only being able to feel the stinging pain of a kunai slash your face. The only thing your teammates heard after the devastating blow were your screams and cries that you couldn’t see anything. After your teammates had eliminated the enemy, one of them carried you on their back to bring you to the village hospital so that a medical ninja could treat you. 

When an Anbu Black Ops member — one of the four on your team to be exact — appeared before Tobirama, he knew that the news he would be receiving would not only be a report on how the mission went. 

“They’re in the hospital, Lord Second.” The shinobi replied to him after he had been asked for your whereabouts. Tobirama grunted as he got up from his desk and walked to the door, hesitating to open it. 

“Did the shinobi who attacked them get away?” His tone was sharp, demanding. 

“No, Lord Second.” 

“You’re dismissed,” Tobirama said before leaving his office and heading to the hospital to see the condition you were in. 

After a few hours of the treatment by the medical ninja, they had broken the news to you. The cut on your face would be able to heal, only leaving a scar in its wake, but you would never again be able to see. ‘You would never again be able to see..’ ..The words rang in your head, you didn’t know what to feel after hearing the news. You couldn’t open your eyes due to the injury being wrapped with gauze, but it’s not like having your eyes open or not would make a difference — You still wouldn’t be able to see. 

“What do you mean I can’t go in?” Tobirama’s brows furrowed at what one of the nurses in charge of your room had told him. 

“They’ve asked that no one come into their room, Lord second,” The poor nurse seemed conflicted, “Not even yourself..” The man huffed, staring at your door before walking out again. 

If he couldn’t go in through the door, then he’d go in through the window. Nothing — no one — could keep him from seeing you. 

Not even you. 

Your head hung low as you wondered what you looked like, although you had a good idea of what  the scar would look like, since you could still feel the dull pain of the slash across your face. 

“_____.” 

You picked your head up, recognizing the familiar voice that had called your name. “.. Tobi?” Your head darted from side to side, trying to listen for any clues of where he was. “I didn’t hear the door open, where did you-” 

“Why did you tell them not to let me in?” Tobirama was never one to beat around the bush, always facing things head-on. You stayed silent, fidgeting with your fingers. “_____. ..Why?” 

You sighed, “I didn’t.. want you to see me.” That was only the simple explanation. The truth was, you felt horrible at the fact that you would never be able to see him again, you wouldn’t be able to experience the world with him in the same way as before. You could hear his voice and feel his touch but you would never be able to see him again. You felt the mattress dip next to you and a warm hand — his hand — hold your anxious ones. 

“What did the medics say? ..about your condition, I mean.” Tobirama asked, straight to the point as always. 

“..They said..” You could feel tears pour from your closed eyes as you tried to force the words out of your lips. “They said.. I wouldn’t be able to see anymore.” 

“So.. you’re not in critical condition? You’ll be okay?” He asked, an unfamiliar sound of worry subtly evident in his voice, feeling his thumb brush away your tears afterwards. 

“I’ll be fine, it’s just.. My sight– Or well, my lack of it.” You didn’t sound happy, at all. Tobirama could tell that much, but all he cared about was the fact that you were going to live. Truthfully, Tobirama could care less if you could see or not, as long as he had you beside him. Suddenly, you could feel strong arms encase you in a warm and comforting embrace, a warm vanilla scent emitting from Tobirama as he hugged you. You hesitated to hug him back but did so after a while. You were confused — was he not.. disappointed after hearing the news? After a few moments, you pulled back from him. “..You’re not disappointed?” 

A puzzled look washed over his face — not that you could see it though. “Disappointed? Why would I be disappointed?” 

“Well.. my blindness is permanent so..” 

“What does that have to do with anything?” It was a serious question. Did you really think he would just leave you because of your new disability? As if. 

“I won’t be able to experience the world in the same way as you, Tobirama..” You somehow felt even sadder after saying it outloud. Guilty even, because you knew you would cause him an inconvenience. You would have to learn to read differently and you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the warm mornings when you woke up with him in the same way anymore. Things would be different now that you had lost your sight. 

“Maybe,” He said, “But you’ll still be by my side — and that’s all I need.” He said it with passion because he meant it. He wouldn’t be leaving you anytime soon. 

“..I’ll be a burden to you.” You stated it as if it was to be a fact — which was farther from the truth in Tobirama’s mind. 

“You won’t. I once told you I'd be with you through the hard times and I am a man of my word. You of all people should know this best, _____.” His words were serious, but you could tell there was an underlying tone of tenderness to them. 

This man loved you- Truly loved you. 

Things were different after you had lost your sight.

You couldn’t see people’s expressions, not their happy ones, nor their annoyed ones. You couldn’t read people’s emotions as you used to do before the incident. And you surely couldn’t navigate your own home the way you used to. It was humiliating, at first. You felt like a child that needed help to just survive, help that you certainly didn’t need at first. You never thought that you’d ever have to rely on Tobirama so much as you did now.

But it was getting easier. 

Though your sight was completely gone — Your other senses stepped up, as if wanting to make up for the lack of it. You could hear even the subtlest of sounds and this was no doubt thanks to your lover. Tobirama had proposed — after about a month that you had spent healing — that he help you hone your other senses through training with him. You had agreed to it, thinking that it’d help you feel less helpless (which it did). But not only did it improve your self-esteem, your other senses had become more sensitive to stimuli. Over time, your kinesthetic sense also improved. You became more aware of the layout of your home, no longer needing Tobirama’s help around the house whenever you wanted to do something (except for cooking, you were currently taking a break from that after you almost burned the house down).

Currently, you were in the middle of training with your now fiancé. You could feel a bead of sweat drip down the side of your face as you tried to anticipate where he would come from. Your ears picked up on the rustling of leaves and you turned your head to face in that direction. You were about to throw a kunai in its direction before you felt a large, calloused hand rest on your shoulder, “I win, again.” 

You groaned, “That’s not fair! I’m handicapped.” You crossed your arms, you’d roll your eyes if you could, too. 

“That can’t be your excuse all the time, you know. Not if you wanna be sent out on missions again.” There was a small smirk on his face as his arms circled around your waist, pulling you close to him. 

“I know, but still.” you pouted and sighed before leaning into him, resting the back of your head on his shoulder. “I appreciate you doing this for me, Tobi.” A smile graced your features, something that Tobirama had missed dearly. Since the incident, your smiles became scarce — Though you seemed to be smiling more lately. 

“I would do anything for you.” He spoke into your ear before he planted a chaste kiss on your jaw. 

“Anything?” you chimed. 

“Anything.” He confirmed before he kissed your lips lovingly. 

[thoughtsareclouded]

Just in time for spooky season

[risuola]

II — LATE TO WORK // F. READER x TOBIRAMA SENJU

Tobirama wouldn't dare to ever call himself touchy, but you taught him to enjoy the love language of intimacy. Soon, a child steps into your lives.

contents: not much, smut implied, so reader discretion is advised — 3,6k words

POLITICALLY LOVELESS || SERIES MASTERLIST

In few months time, Tobirama got used to your presence in his life. You did as you promised, staying out of his way when needed but you also stepped in when you deemed necessary, taking the liberty to make decisions on his behalf. First time when it happened, three months into the marriage, he was annoyed, angry even and he growled harshly at your arbitrary behavior but you stood up for yourself, politely arguing that what you did helped the case and that he couldn’t deny. You apologized after that for acting without his permission and he apologized for his anger. Later you were still doing it and he learned to appreciate your help in managing things related to the village, recognizing your knowledge in the field of documents and politics as you were familiarized with those whilst being the Yasu princess. You knew your place, keeping yourself away from matters that you were uncertain about.

Tobirama also quickly noticed your sincerity when it came to loving Konoha. Your heart was kind and pure, you wanted no conflict inside and outside the village and you acted accordingly. He silently admired every little gesture you made in your daily life that helped the villagers live easier. Even becoming a part of the most respected Senju clan didn’t stop you from showing your kindness. You were the first one to help elders, carrying their bags or to help lost kids find their ways home. It was like you were bringing sunshine to everyone’s life, with your soft smile making their days better and he felt relieved to notice how quickly villagers learned to love you. In a sense you reminded your husband of his elder brother, Hashirama, and just like him you feared not when you needed to face a threat, quickly proving yourself to be a great shinobi. You were also responsible for many broken hearts ever since you appeared in the village, but that Tobirama actively was pushing out of his mind whilst Hashirama was actively bringing it up, teasing him to see the emotions that he had never thought he’ll witness in his brother. Before that he could have sworn that the hell will froze over before he sees Tobirama’s jealousy.

“Good morning, my dear,” you welcomed your husband early in the morning, meeting him in the kitchen and placing the softest kiss on his cheek before approaching the cabinets. It was usual for Tobirama to wake up early and leaving home around 6:30am and you adapted to his lifestyle, so you could at least greet him before he’s out. Tobirama was already dressed in his usual, black pants and high neck blouse and sipping on his morning tea as you began assembling his bento box. He wasn’t keen to eat breakfast that early so you made sure he had his food taken from home to his office. Before having you in his life, the young Senju would just eat anything during the day if he had time, and if no, he would eat late dinner, but now, you were taking care of his eating habits.

“Good morning,” he responded, watching you as you made his food. You had it mostly prepared the day before and what needed to be done fresh, you did efficiently. Tobirama admired everything you did, from frying an egg to assembling the dish, finding you great at multi-tasking, therefore saving time. If he was to be honest, he failed to find flaws in you at all, but maybe he was blinded by the still new situation that undeniably changed his life completely so suddenly. But you really were a blessing. You checked all of the boxes, you loved his homeland, helped his people and fought to protect them without hesitation. On top of that you were funny, kind, not to mention drop dead gorgeous. Tobi found pleasure in just watching you, taking in your beautiful features while you were doing the most mundane things.

In those months with you, he learned what you meant by love language the first day you talked. You were a touchy person, not clingy, but you were a natural in physical affection and scattered it throughout the days. Your touch was always soft and delicate, as you briefly stroked his arm while passing by, placed your hand on his shoulder when standing next to his seated form or just kissed his cheek or temple. From the beginning you made sure he’s comfortable with that, asking him if what you’ve been doing is acceptable for him at home and if he was willing to permit some of those in public. As time went by, he got comfortable with everything you did; it became natural, a part of your day-to-day life and when for some reason you passed him more than few times without brushing at least a finger against him, he found himself concerned. There was also nothing that could relax him more during the day than your fingers scratching his scalp or your hands massaging his shoulders.

 Tobirama wouldn’t dare to ever call himself touchy, but when it came to you, he grew to enjoy those gentle intimacies, even though he himself was far from gentle. Unlike your soft touches, his were more firm, less incidental. He held the power in your marriage, he was the dominant side and his acts of physical affection mirrored it. When you would brush your fingers against his own, he would close your small hand inside his much bigger one. When you would just stand closer to him while he’s at his desk, he would pull you on top of his thighs so he doesn’t need to look up.

It was safe to say that you were just as wrong as he was, when thinking of this arranged situation as of lifelong sentence of loveless loneliness. Breaking through his cold walls of strictness and pure logic was one hell of a challenge, but you were determined to make him at least tolerate you. During that time, you showed yourself as sharing the same ideals and proved to be a skilled ninja what earned you his respect. With that achieved, you slowly showed him affection in order to warm up your relationship, throwing those little touchy accidents here and there and switching the way you address him from my Lordto my dear. In those long weeks of pushing and pulling him, you managed to wake his affectionate side and you couldn’t be happier. For you it became natural to have him around. It didn’t take you long to see him as your own superhero. Tobirama was everything a woman could wish her husband to be – strong, fearless, incredibly smart, calm and composed, although sometimes too calm and composed. Only thing he lacked was emotional input, but both you and his brother were able to see the slightest changes in his behavior and it was enough for you. You wouldn’t expect him to suddenly become fiery like Uchihas were or openly loving like Hashirama. Tobirama’s way of affection was more quieted down, more hidden but to you, noticeable.

Closing the bento box, you then wrapped it up in cloth, tying an easy knot at the top for him to carry it. “Here, your food is ready,” you informed, handing it to him when he got up, finishing his tea. “Don’t forget to eat. I know how you can get carried away with documents.”

“I’ll do my best,” he assured and took the package. “Thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome,” smiling, you brushed his hand when letting go of his food. “Have a nice day, my dear.”

“You too,” he leaned in, planting a kiss on your lips that caused you to purr silently into the gesture, cupping his cheeks softly. It wasn’t that often he went for something more intense than just a short peck, but when he did, you were always left breathless and to say Tobirama didn’t take pride in making you all flustered would be a lie. He found pleasure in those little intimacies, although not always felt brave enough to perform them.

That day was special. As he was admiring you before, he felt the urge to just feel you and that thought kept him glued to your lips longer than he himself would expect. Under the pressure of his large figure, you lost balance and he acted immediately, wrapping his free arm around your waist whilst your hands stroked his shoulders and cheeks. Feeling the heat wave flooding his body, Tobirama pulled you closer to himself, moving his lips lower to mark your neck with few red spots that will fade away in matter of few hours as he had no intention of bruising you. At least not here.

Gasping from the feeling of his soft lips pressing against your skin, you brushed your fingers through his light hair, scratching his scalp on your way there. His large hand burned your back when stroked along your spine, with your sleeping shirt doing less than enough to isolate you from his hot and hungry touch. Your soft flesh melted under his fingertips when he found the hem of his own blouse that you used to sleep in. He caressed your bare thigh, gently leading you back until you reached the kitchen countertop. Distracted by how his lips worked over your neck and exposed shoulder, you moaned quietly as his fingers slipped through your underwear, attacking the bud of nerves that was already aching for his touch. Quickly, you could feel the rush of pleasure flooding your system, waves of it setting your nerves alight as he skillfully molded your body to his will.

Some might think Tobirama is traditional enough to keep his intimate life limited to simple missionary in bed and yes, that’s generally how your first night together looked like – slow, slightly awkward at first with you trapped underneath his muscular body. Slowly but gradually becoming more and more intense, bordering rough near the end. Saying that this man is too modest to experiment would be an insult to one of the most important traits of his personality, his curiosity. To the outside world he might look like someone who doesn’t find pleasure in things so primal like sexual activity, but it was far from true. Ever since your relationship evolved from the arranged, political one to something more affectionate, more intimate he had claimed you his own many times and not once it was predictable. Even the simplest, softest encounter late in bed would surprise you in one way or another. He enjoys exploring your body reactions to different things he does to you, he likes to test your endurance, to see how much you can take before begging him for a short breather. It was a side of Tobirama no one would suspect him for.

Just as nobody would suspect the reason for him teleporting a little late to his office to be because he was caught up at home with fucking you on the kitchen countertop at 6:45AM in the middle of the week. Even if you told that to someone, nobody would believe you, that’s how strict and composed Tobirama appeared to people.

“Now I really have to go,” he whispered against your skin, listening to your racing heartbeat after he was done with you.

“I know,” you breathed out, when he grabbed you and teleported you to bedroom to rest your body on the bed. Kissing your forehead, he pulled himself together. As he was heading out you called after him, “don’t forget your bento!”, and he chuckled.

“Mito, good morning,” you greeted a red-haired woman that Hashirama, your brother-in-law, took for his wife. A woman so beautiful, you couldn’t stop admiring her, with her neatly wrapped hair-buns and dangling decorations pinned precisely into them, her dark eyes and slender figure dressed in light-colored kimono. She appeared cold when you first met her, but after a little while, she became a friend to you, sharing similar story with marrying a Senju for the good of her clan. But Mito believed in love and with Hashirama it truly was easy to fall in love. Unlike Tobirama, his brother was openly kind and pure, very caring, very affectionate and very slightly goofy. No wonder why your husband presented himself as the voice of reason. In day-to-day life it would be Mito who keeps Hashirama in order.

That day, as your man was long gone at work, the other Senju wife and you were set up for a tea in the village. It was an often occurrence, as the two of you lived similarly and both of your husbands had their hands full of work to keep the village safe and going.

“Hey, y/n,” she smiled softly at your sight and both of you headed towards the teashop. It was led by an elder woman, that took pride in her tea blends that she was gathering herself, drying and mixing with additional flavors to always achieve something incomparable and because of that incredible dedication, she’s known even outside Konoha. On top of that, the woman was kind and always smiled seeing you, welcoming you warmly. You, because Mito wasn’t as loved in the village as you were. Hashirama’s wife was more reserved towards people, more stoic and because of that, she appeared unachievable, somewhat cold for many. Some even feared her, which you could understand. She had that resting expression that could scare away, although one would assume that people will get used to her. When you were perceived as friend to every Konoha resident, she was a respected, untouchable figure. But that façade melted away when you got to know her, which not many villagers had the pleasure of. Mito wasn’t usually out and about, meeting people as you were, because that just wasn’t her nature and also, she had her own businesses to take care of. Her clan, Uzumaki, had high hopes for her.

“You look exceptionally relaxed today,” she noticed and you giggled. One thing Mito was for sure was perceptive. On top of that both her and Hashirama always searched for anything that would later give him something to tease his little brother about, making him all red and flustered. That was the dynamic between them and although they often clashed their point of views, they share deep brotherly love and mutual respect, that naturally comes with some jokes. “Is there a reason for that?”

“I’m usually up when Tobirama’s getting ready to leave, but today I stayed in bed up until 9. I’m well rested,” you smiled and thanked the granny that served you the tea. With a slight bow to her, you showed gratitude. That was a part of your personality even though you were ‘a princess’, you always respected people around you, their services and their age. “How was your morning Mito? You too look well, as you always do.”

“Peaceful,” she inhaled the beautiful scent of her cherry blossom flavored green tea and you smiled at the sight of her delighted face. Those were the rare moments when her features softened. “As my husband left early in the morning, I had some time to myself so I meditated in calm. You should join me sometimes.”

“With pleasure.”

“Although that might not be as relaxing to you as those bed hours you mentioned”, she smirked, seeing right through your little lie, although you wouldn’t say your words were far from true. You indeed spent more time in bed than you’d usually do. “I heard Tobirama was just slightly late to work today. It’s unlikely of him.”

“That’s indeed unlikely,” chuckling you took a sip of your tea flavored with peach flower. The soft sweetness interlacing with delicacy of green tea made your taste buds reach heavenly states. “How delicious is that, would you like to try?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Your loss,” you said playfully and engulfed yourself in the magical essence that you were served. Mito watched you attentively for just a moment and as you tried to ignore her penetrating gaze, she reached to fix the collar of your blouse, smoothing her thumb over the skin that stayed marked red. It was barely visible, but to Mito’s eyes it was obvious.

“I know your husband for just slightly longer than you do, but I would never suppose he might be the one to leave his marks,” she chuckled, proud of her find.

“I’d say you might be incorrect, since he’s actually quite known for the markings he uses in his Flying Raijin technique,” you shrugged the suspicion off, but the heaviness of Mito’s gaze wouldn’t let you off the topic so easily. “Tobirama isn’t as cold as he appears but I can only assume he’s nowhere near as affectionate as his brother. Hashirama is known for his warmth in the village.”

“Ah yes, that’s true. Well, I’m happy you two found a common ground in the marriage. When the decision of Tobirama’s marriage was presented to me I was petrified to think of the poor soul that’ll have to share life with a man so emotionally inaccessible. On top of that, you were said to be very young, possibly a teenager which made it that much worse.”

“I recall being instructed to act sixteen. It’s common in Yugakure to marry off girls as young as thirteen. But I, as my father used to tell me, was too old and stubborn. But I know you had no misfortune to meet my parent. He truly was, and is to this day, incredibly controlling, strict and emotionless. Tobirama is nothing like him, although might seem like it.”

“Speaking of the agreement with your village, Hashirama told me that the lord of that land spoke about the princess like he would of an object and that would match what you say about him. Poor thing.”

You chuckled at the memory of how you were treated in your own homeland. For some, that might by a sad recollection, but you felt joy thinking of it, because it was your past and now was way better than you could have ever imagined.

“That’s alright. Now here is my home and I couldn’t be happier to live in such place,” with a smile, you sipped on your tea. The talk with Mito absorbed you for two whole hours and you’d probably spent even more time with her if not for a child that approached you.

It was a boy, young enough to be at max five, with his head hanging low. He stepped towards you with hesitancy, as if he was scared of invading the space you and Mito shared. Getting off your chair, you squatted to be on his level, placing your hand gently on his little shoulder.

“Hey,” you smiled, lifting his head with delicacy to look at his face. By his appearance it was clear to you where he came from. Dark eyes and raven-black spiky hair betrayed his Uchiha affiliation, and although he had no clan insignia embroidered anywhere, for you it was clear. Wiping the tears from his wet stained cheeks, you showed him nothing but softness, but still, he was tensed and frightened.

“Please, forgive me for bothering you, my Lady,” he said quickly, bowing before you could stop him.

“It’s okay,” you reassured, messing his hair. “Did something happen?”

“I… I need to… I-“ he stuttered, keeping his face low as fresh tears dropped to the ground. You could see he was petrified to speak and glanced with the side of his eye at Mito’s strict face. She didn’t seem to be interested in the kid.

“Alright,” you looked back at your red-haired friend. “If you excuse me, Mito, we might finish our talk another time, would that be okay?”

“No problem, y/n. I think I should head home anyways, there are few things that wait to be done,” she gave you one of her little smiles and got up as you straighten up as well. That caused the boy to hide behind your legs a little. With an exchange of head bows, she left and you turned your attention back to the child, swooping him up to your hip.

“Now tell me, what happened?” asking that, you left money for the granny for the tea you and Mito drank, said goodbye and headed forward. “Are you in danger?”

“N-no… I… I have to see Lord Tobirama and…” he muttered, sobbing silently and you understood his fear. It was well known that your husband wasn’t the fondest of the Uchiha clan and some twisted his prudence into hatred but the young Senju was far from hateful. He was wary of everyone who might pose a threat to the village and considering everything he had experienced with Madara, it was understandable. But it was logical that the child was scared. “…my mom and dad died and I don’t know what to do. I was told that he will help me…”

“I see,” you smoothed over his hair, carrying him, as you headed towards your husband’s office.

“I’m scared,” the boy cried, wiping his eyes with his little fists. It broke your heart to see that baby so distressed. You couldn’t imagine how many emotions were racing inside his little head and to think he was sent to Tobirama alone only made you sad. He should have been taken there by someone from the clan, anyone, but all of the Uchihas were probably too busy.

“Don’t be. He’s not as scary as he looks,” reassuring him, you planted a little kiss over his temple and kept him occupied the whole way. “I’ll be with you, is that okay? You’re safe with me.”

“Okay…”