#like girl nobody blames you anymore we're grown

[ishizizzle]

It's wild how eventually we all grow up and blame our moms lol dads get off so easy

[jamestrmtx]

Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Summary:

The dichotomy between black and white is your constant when it's time for you to meet the whole new civilization Frisk brought along with them to the Surface. As a parent, it's not easy to trust others when they've hurt your child. So when that new civilization decides they owe Frisk both for saving their kind and for still hurting them during that process, you've got plenty to say to them.

Forgive the monsters as easily as you once did with others during a stage of naivety?

Oh, hell no.

They better have a good reason for hurting your child and an even better one for wanting to be a part of their family.

Prologue | Once Upon a Time

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Finished with a hectic work day, you throw yourself on the couch and beg for it not to give in when you hear it creak. Just as the rest of your home, it's old, worn, and needs replacing. You let out a sigh and bask under what little calm you can find between the worries of a dead-end job and your child recently going missing. 

Many accused the disappearance on your lack of care and overall irresponsibility as their parent, while others blamed it on the myth of monsters existing near the place you suspected they last went to. The first of these assumptions you accepted and blamed yourself constantly for, yet the second of the two was near impossible to even be an option to begin with. Monsters were far away from your village; they were told to be sealed inside the Underground close to Mt. Ebott, and nobody had heard of them in centuries. It was highly unlikely for them to exist there and much less on the Surface, yet there were still some who believed in that myth nonetheless.

Alone in your home, you can only stare at the blank wall before you and think back on the last day you saw Frisk. 

...

"I'm home!" you hear them call, followed by their footsteps thumping against the floorboards.

They make it to the kitchen and throw themselves at you; their arms wrap around your neck and pull you into a hug. Smiling, you return the embrace, pull back to look down, and meet with their eyes. "Did you say goodbye to Auntie Brenda before leaving?" you ask, tucking a stray lock of hair behind their ear. Their bob and bangs had grown longer and many neighbours said it made them look like a girl, but Frisk never minded over those comments and always insisted on keeping their hair that way.

"Yup!" they reply, taking a seat next to yours. "We're… We're gonna spend the whole weekend together, right?" 

"Of course we are, honey." You chuckle upon seeing the worry in their eyes, these holding hope over a positive response on your part. "But first, we've got to study up on History," you add, "Remember you've got a test the day after tomorrow." You pinch their cheek and kiss it better, making them grin and burst into giggles. 

Then, you stand up and head to the living room, where you stop by the bookshelf already covered in a thin layer of dust despite its frequent use. Your eyes scan for the book you'd been recently reading with them, only to find it hidden at a corner, most likely an idea on their part in hopes of delaying their studies for a while. "We'll go over the last chapter. And after that, we can plan what we'll do for the weekend." You turn to them and smile, bumping the book against the top of their head. "But only if you don't try to hide your books away anymore. I know you like school and pay attention all the time, but that still doesn't excuse you from studying up at home."

You walk to the couch, sit down, and see their smile fade away when you open the book to one of its later chapters. It was far away from the one you were currently on, yet based on the look on their face, they seem to know what it's about, an assumption that grows stronger when you remember how one-sided the book in your hands is. Frisk was never fond of the stories it told, yet they never had the courage to go against its written words, either. Now, however, you have a hunch over them about to confront that when you see them frown and later open their mouth to speak up.

"Why do you believe what this book says? It… It says mean things about monsters! Haven't you ever been curious to know what they're all really like?"

You look down at the open book and give some thought to their words. Its borders are worn out and the pages are turning a soft shade of yellow, most likely due to the centuries that'd gone by since it was first published. 'The War Between Us' was its title, yet even though it said 'us', the author was biased at times; in more ways than one. It seemed that the more you analyzed it, the more you regretted having believed these stories when you were younger and having thrashed the possibility of beings like them ever existing. The question you've been given adds to your regret, so you pause and take a quick moment to reconsider.

Deciding it's best to think of a proper response, you flip the pages back to the first chapter and gesture for Frisk to join you. You push your glasses up to the brim of your nose and begin to read the first page.

>> Long ago, two races ruled over the Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS. One day, war broke out between the two races. After a long battle, the humans were victorious. They sealed the monsters underground with a magic spell...

You flip past the introduction page, having already memorized it ever since you were seven.

>> Those undergrounds, located near Mt. Ebott, are said to be a dangerous place. It is said that those who climb the mountain never return. Many have taken this warning as a joke, yet none have actually dared to step foot on those grounds. Due to this fear of the unknown, many began to form theories as to what happens to those who travel to those lands. These have varied from such a simple thing as being unable or unwilling to leave, to something as dark and fearsome as death.

>> It is said the monsters residing in this place were not only strange in appearance, but in their actions and customs, as well. Likewise, it is said their way of reproduction is also odd, as it is through their SOULS that they may create another life, and that the way of ending their lives is through the same means. Besides showing their vulnerability through their SOULS, they show it through their words. They advise others to show 'MERCY', as well as to 'SPARE' their enemies whenever possible. 

>> However, many experts on the topic have agreed these are only myths; bedtime stories meant to dull and straighten up a child's behaviour, to frighten them over what is black and what is white, and to keep them strictly in the latter. It is impossible to believe such narrow-minded and saint-like creatures ever existed, unless it is to dumb down our mindsets and persuade us to be kind to a fault, without ever even questioning why it is said that those who fell into their world never came back. After all, it is without a doubt unrealistic and near impossible for people to cohabit in one same world without causing some form of hurt between each other. It is the same reason why these creatures were said to lose a war with our kind, and why we must avoid being weak and preachy like them; to prevent the same from ever happening to us.

You close the book with one swift move, deciding you already have the answer to your child's question.

"Y'know, I… I guess you're right, honey." You sigh, face your lap, and close your eyes, already having a taboo thought at the tip of your tongue. "I've only ever read this book regarding their history. If only I knew more about them, or maybe had another book from a new, different perspective... Then, maybe... Maybe I could know if both sides had their reasons for war, and why we still study them through this book only."

Just as they're about to reply, an unintelligible shout erupts from one of the nearby houses. The sound of porcelain hitting the ground and of people arguing with one another can be heard, and soon after, an eerie, yet recognizable silence takes over. Already expecting the worst, you let out a shaky sigh, stand up, and finally gather up courage to inspect what's going on outside the safety of your home.

"Stay here, Frisk. I'll be back soon."

…

You never saw them again after that day, and that was almost a full month ago. Your eyes have turned irredeemably red and puffy from how much you've cried and mourned over their loss, though you've tried to keep it to yourself as much as possible. Even so, a few things had been leaked regarding your situation. Nosy and loud neighbours meant trouble, and you already had enough with Social Services and Frisk's school constantly breathing down your neck.

The more days passed since their disappearance, the more rumours began to revolve around you. A silent argument over the hints left behind of Frisk going missing had begun to form, and it shows itself through the tense state of those around you, these split into two groups. Tension's risen between those who blame you and those who blame Mt. Ebott, yet you don't want to favour either side. Simply solving the situation and having Frisk in your arms again was enough for you, even if they were taken away from you by Social Services the day or even the hour after.

Hearing your stomach growl, you shake your head, finally realizing you're becoming too immersed in your own thoughts.

Dinner wouldn't make itself, and though you hated cooking only for yourself almost as much as you loathed the absence of your child and the silence of your home, you have to stand up, dust off, and keep on going.

Fairy tales weren't real; monsters weren't, either. In other words, Frisk's all alone in the world now and nobody's gonna help besides you. Whatever happened to your child, they were most likely suffering or in great danger, and for once, you can't help but wish over the Underground to be real in spite of the myths told about it. Perhaps then, you could have some sense of direction and an idea over just where Frisk could be; and perhaps then, they wouldn't be alone at the knowledge of monsters providing them with shelter and company until your arrival.

Perhaps then, you could rest a bit easy without crying yourself to sleep every weekend with the reminder and the remnants of a broken promise, one you feared would never be fulfilled.

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[thatnucksfan]

Tsukimi (Tobirama fanfic)

You can all find the fanfic on Wattpad where it will be updated regularly!

"Tsukiko" Itama's voice shook as he focused on something below the tree we were sitting in. I followed his gaze to see a small group of Uchihas; at that moment I knew that we were in trouble.

I helplessly looked at Itama, not knowing what we should do. If we stay they would definitely see us eventually but if we move they'll hear us.

"Itama, we have to make a run for it" I whispered in a panic.

"But Tsukiko" his eyes were shifting looking at the trees around us. Finally, he realized that it was the only way out. "Ok" he grabs my hand and we start leaping tree to tree.

The Uchihas below quickly noticed the two children. "Up there" one of them announced.

I look back to see three pairs of red eyes. "Itama hurry" I look back forward towards Itama who was still holding my hand and guiding the way.

"Hashirama Nii-san should be ahead guarding our territory. We just have to make it there" Itama reassures. It was odd to see Itama lead the way; he was always such a timid and gentle boy.

"Itama, we're almost there" I could see the Denny territory approaching.

As we approached the Uchihas retreated, knowing that they would be outnumbered if they perused any further. We reached the ground and our knees instantly gave in. Both of us were on all fours, gasping for air.

"Itama" a voice boomed. Itama who was on all fours beside me was suddenly picked up by his shirt so that he was now standing. I look up to see his Father, Butsuma Senju. Tears started to form in Itama's eyes. Maybe they were from being overwhelmed from our near-death experience or maybe they were from being in the presence of his angry father. "What were you doing out there?" his father questioned.

"Tsukiko and I were just playing" Itama tried to explain himself but was quickly struck by his father's hand.

"Itama" I gasped. I knew there was nothing I could do for him in this situation. His father was the Senju clan leader and I was only from a small clan who had a peace treaty with the Senju and resided with them.

"From now on you will be out there fighting alongside your brothers. If you have time to play around and risk your life you have the time to fight and risk your life for the clan." his father finished and then walked away.

Itama and I stayed still.

From that moment on Itama and I rarely saw one another. He was busy fulfilling his duties as a shinobi and I attempt to try to enhance my medical-nin abilities. However, a few months later the news reached the village that Itama was killed. I was broken. My best friend was killed and I couldn't help but think that it was y fault since I was the reason he was thrown out to fight. I was the one who wanted to go out and I play that day, Itama only went along since I wanted to.

"Tsukiko" my mother opened the door to my room. "Why don't you go out? It's been weeks and you can't go on like this. Why don't you collect some berries alongside the border?"

I took the basket and went so that my mother wouldn't pester me anymore. Walking down the village I could feel the eyes of the other villagers following me, the whispers wouldn't stop. I knew that they were gossiping about me and how I was the reason, but all I could do was put my head down and walk.

"Tsukiko-chan" I hear someone from behind call. I look back to see Hashirama running towards me and Tobirama following behind. "What're you doing?"

"Just going to pick some berries," I said looking at the floor. I was too ashamed to look at Hashirama in the eyes.

"Are you ok?" He squats down to try to get a better view of my face.

"I'm sorry" I confessed. "It's my fault"

"Tsukiko," he said sternly. "It is not your fault. The adults are the ones who caused this not you"

"You're wrong" Tobirama finally spoke as he stood beside his brother. "Itama and Tsukiko were at fault and those were the consequences for their actions. Itama was my brother but he was weak"

"Tobirama!" Hashirama snapped. "Tsukiko, I'm so sorry. Tobirama we're going"

I bowed to the two as they set off.

"I should be the one who's sorry," I said to myself, watching them walk off.

At that moment watching Tobirama walk off I knew that I had to do something. I was going to prove to him that we were not weak. I was going to be more than just a medical-nin, but a kunoichi who's strength nobody could deny.

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After year I finally get to return home. Although I have never truly been to Konoha I know that Hashirama has probably built a beautiful village.

"Excuse me, but do you know where the Hokage's office is?" I stopped and asked one of the villagers.

"It's over in that direction" I looked at where the lady was pointing to see a large building and Hashirama's face carved into the mountain. I couldn't help but smile, it was so like him to do something like that.

"Thank you" I bowed and set off to see Hashirama to inform him on my return. For some reason I was nervous to see Hashirama. Years ago I left the Senju territory abruptly without any goodbyes. I know led on the door not knowing what kind of reaction to expect once I entered.

"You May enter" Hashirama spoke from the other side. I opened the door and sheepishly smiled. Hashirama looked at me confused. It was clear that he did not recognize me. Although I do not blame him. When I left I was only a young girl.

"Hello" I greet him with a bow. "I'm Tsukiko and-".

"Tsukiko-chan?!" Hashirama shot up from his seat, wide eyed in disbelief. "You've grown so much" he walks around his desk to pull me into a hug. "How have you been? What can I do for you?" He pulls me out of a hug but still has his arms on my shoulders.

"I've been great actually" I answer. Hashirama sighs in relief and walks back to his seat. "I actually want to be a Konoha Shinobi" I confess.

"Of course, you want to be a medical-nin right?"

"Actually, I've gone away from medical jutsu. I want to be on the regular force" I explained, slightly embarrassed.

"Oh?" Hashirama raised an eyebrow. "Well Tsukiko, I have no problem with that since I have complete faith in you but I'd like to start you off in a team"

"That's perfect". All I wanted was to show everyone how strong I have gotten. Being in a team is the perfect way to show that.

"Alrighty" he clapped his hands together. "Tomorrow be at the gates by dawn."

"Of course. Thank you"

Hashirama gave me the keys and directions to the apartment he had prepared in anticipation for my return. That night I could not get a wink of sleep. Eventually, I gave up on trying to sleep and got ready early. It was still fairly dark outside, the village was very unfimiloar to me but something about it gave me a warm feeling, as if this had always been my home.

"Maybe I should go practice" I say to myself and walk to the nearest wooded area. As I approach the forested area, I could hear the sound of kunais hitting a target. Out of curiosity I climb up one of the trees to get a better view of the person. It was amazing. Throw after throw the man hit the centre of the target. I was quickly brought off of my day dream as I notice a kunai flying my was. Thankfully, I was able to dodge it and it hit right beside me.

"Who's there?" The man asked. It was too dark to see him clearly but he seemed to be a lot bigger than I was.

I jump out of the tree and landed crouched down. "I'm sorry" I say standing up straight. "I was just here to practice but then I noticed that someone else was also practicing. I just got curious"

The man stepped out from the shadows of the trees and into the sole spot where the moonlight hit. That's when I realized I knew this man. I could recognize that silver hair anywhere.

"Tobirama-san" I say stepping into the light as well.

"You are?" His voice was still as mono-toned as ever.

"Tsukiko."

"I see. Well, I'll let you be then. I have to be off anyway" he coldly turns around and walks away.

I couldn't believe him. That was possibly the worst case scenario reaction in my mind. There was no hint of emotion in that mans face, but I'm not sure what else I expected from him. If only he knew how much his words back then had impacted me; how because of them I vowed to become stronger.