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-Days on a wire chapter 6 (Madara/Tobirazma/Izuna ABO) (4 831 words)
IN PROGRESS
-tobirama unfucks the timeline (656 words)
-madatobi ABO whoops baby thinger (90 words)
-madatobi new arranged marriage oneshot except it went ina bad directin and now i gotta rewrite/replot things and zzz lazy (5 916 words)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow&fraccion ABO (520 words)
i'm really stuck on abo, huh. sigh, why can't i write anything else atm... XD;;; OH WELL IT'S FUN.
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timeline fuckening and unfuckening
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"--enju."
"...Yes?"
"Settle this debate."
Tobirama craned his head to stare. "--What?"
"He doesn't need to settle jack shit--"
"Izuna, we don't even know if it's--"
"Fine! Can you die if you go through!" Izuna snapped at him. "Assuming this actually works and isn't a fucking trap, can a person who goes through die there."
... Uh. "No."
"Great. I'll be going."
"They can take a mortal wound and come back here to die, though."
"... You're not going."
"Just watch me--"
Tobirama furrowed his brow, eyes unfocusing as he thought. "Wait, I guess they can die there, if their corpse is damaged enough to pass off as someone else, and that person either comes through or gets destroyed entirely, but then you'd have to deal with matters of similar corpulence..."
They were both staring at him. He fell silent.
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madatobi ABO baby fic
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Tobirama says nothing. Madara says nothing. Madara just folds down into an easy, cross legged seated position, puts the tray down before him, makes no move to hand any of it to Tobirama through the slats.
Then the still-open door rattles in its rails as someone comes running up at it.
Short, fast steps; light weight. He already knows who's going to rush in before he sees anything.
Uchiha Madara's heir crashes into his side like a very small drunk person and flops across his thighs. "Papa!"
He can't breathe.
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new madatobi arranged marriage that i've got to fix (not abo !! gasp)
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Madara had to admit it: he had assumed the daimyo would never have the guts.
"Uchiha Naohime," Hashirama read out, folder in hand. "Age nineteen, unattached... A Snow Country princess great-grandparent, really?"
"That's the family legend," Izuna replied with a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Much more likely that she was a handmaiden. It doesn't change Naohime's rank in the Uchiha clan either way, which corresponds to..."
Izuna rustled his way through piles of folders. Madara watched, chin in his hand. The low table was halfway covered.
"These. Chimon, Genkou, Atomu... About twice removed from the main family."
"Ah, if I recall, Atomu is going to be declaring his engagement by the end of the week," Hashirama corrected. Izuna slid the folder back to the middle of the table without a word.
About a third of the people they had folders on were rushing to declare an engagement or even a hurried wedding, some turning up barely two weeks pregnant. The rest hadn't yet; Madara thought cynically that nobody wanted them in this much of a hurry. Or maybe they were just faithfully loyal to their clan heads and were ready to endure at their word, but Madara wasn't betting on that.
"Oh," Izuna said -- delicately, carelessly, studiously reading his folder, "I'm afraid we need someone with a ... strong personality for Naohime."
"Why's that?" Hashirama replied, just as painfully polite.
The daimyo's mediator kept watching them and scratching little pointy words in his notebook.
"Because if your man doesn't prove that he's dangerous on the battlefield and has the personality to use it on her if she pushes him, it's going to turn abusive," Madara drawled.
Hashirama stared at him for a blank second. The daimyo's envoy stopped writing; even his Aburame bodyguard arched her eyebrows over her darkened spectacles.
Tobirama stretched out across the table without another word to take back one of the folders Izuna had spread around him.
"Not that one, huh?" Izuna's jaw rolled even as he smiled. "Senju Chimon. His personality analysis didn't make him sound like a pushover."
"He'll say he's proud to put his feelings aside and do his duty, but what he'll mean is that you won't find the body."
Hashirama winced at the stark words; Madara snorted. Trying to stay polite and understated around the daimyo's spies had been doomed a week back and he didn't know why Hashirama still bothered to try to save face.
"... Why is he even on the list, then?"
Tobirama didn't look up from his notes, and most certainly didn't glance at the daimyo's envoy. Or at Izuna. "Because we can't prove it."
Izuna leaned over the table, hissing between clenched teeth; "So why is he on the list."
Tobirama met his eyes, the way he never would have dared before daimyo-sama gathered the clans to surround them and sent the missive that they were to have peace, or else. "He'd be discreet about it." Ah; not like the raging, hateful ones they'd had to bar from the list (and then punish for the spectacle, as if not wanting to be forever bound to an enemy was an outrageous thing). "We have a few clanspeople who'd make things easier if they died in a way that cannot be traced back to your clan. I figured there might be some in yours too. If there aren't, good. He won't be put forward. I suggest Genkou. His fuse is long enough she might give up before she reaches the end of it."
His face was so bored saying those things bold-faced as Hashirama cringed beside him, Madara was almost amused. He could have thought Tobirama didn't know what he was saying, but after several days he was mostly sure the man just had zero patience left over for the mealy-mouthed allusions of courtly politics.
The daimyo had given them a choice: end the feud, or die; or escape to another country never to step foot on Fire Country lands, if they could pass the deathly blockade of a hundred other clans without falling prey to bloodline hunters and other opportunists. Hashirama wanted to keep things civil, and therefore didn't mention any of the harsher truths too clearly; Madara had started out that way, too, but then he'd read the terms.
Of all those unattached Uchiha of an age to marry, seventy percent must marry a Senju. Exceptions were made for those engaged or pregnant, but that only meant the rest were battling it out with desperate intensity to land in the thirty percent who wouldn't have to. This was going to ruin his clan.
Which was the goal.
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ichigo/grimmjow/fraccion ABO
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"We're blowing this joint, boss!"
Grimmjow cackles. His borrowed kimono is ruffled up his bare thighs. "We had better fucking not, you assholes left my boots!"
"Actually, they're in the other bag," Shawlong informs him without turning at all. "Di Roy?"
"Shinigami squad's noticed, but they're holding positions!"
Huh, good job noticing anything past the sunburst of Kurosaki's reiatsu. Grimmjow stretches his pesquisa and returns nothing but inferno afterimages and...
"Dodge," he says laconically -- and Nakeem offers a hand to step into and launches him -- and the group scatters in all directions.
And Yylfordt catches him two-armed like a fucking princess, laughing, and carries him off. Kurosaki is immediately in pursuit.
... Grimmjow punches Yylfordt in the back of the head. "Hey, he didn't actually blow my back out."
"Aw, Boss--"
"No."
POSTED
-Days on a wire chapter 6 (Madara/Tobirazma/Izuna ABO) (4 831 words)
IN PROGRESS
-tobirama unfucks the timeline (656 words)
-madatobi ABO whoops baby thinger (90 words)
-madatobi new arranged marriage oneshot except it went ina bad directin and now i gotta rewrite/replot things and zzz lazy (5 916 words)
-Ichigo/Grimmjow&fraccion ABO (520 words)
i'm really stuck on abo, huh. sigh, why can't i write anything else atm... XD;;; OH WELL IT'S FUN.
--
timeline fuckening and unfuckening
--
"--enju."
"...Yes?"
"Settle this debate."
Tobirama craned his head to stare. "--What?"
"He doesn't need to settle jack shit--"
"Izuna, we don't even know if it's--"
"Fine! Can you die if you go through!" Izuna snapped at him. "Assuming this actually works and isn't a fucking trap, can a person who goes through die there."
... Uh. "No."
"Great. I'll be going."
"They can take a mortal wound and come back here to die, though."
"... You're not going."
"Just watch me--"
Tobirama furrowed his brow, eyes unfocusing as he thought. "Wait, I guess they can die there, if their corpse is damaged enough to pass off as someone else, and that person either comes through or gets destroyed entirely, but then you'd have to deal with matters of similar corpulence..."
They were both staring at him. He fell silent.
--
madatobi ABO baby fic
--
Tobirama says nothing. Madara says nothing. Madara just folds down into an easy, cross legged seated position, puts the tray down before him, makes no move to hand any of it to Tobirama through the slats.
Then the still-open door rattles in its rails as someone comes running up at it.
Short, fast steps; light weight. He already knows who's going to rush in before he sees anything.
Uchiha Madara's heir crashes into his side like a very small drunk person and flops across his thighs. "Papa!"
He can't breathe.
--
new madatobi arranged marriage that i've got to fix (not abo !! gasp)
--
Madara had to admit it: he had assumed the daimyo would never have the guts.
"Uchiha Naohime," Hashirama read out, folder in hand. "Age nineteen, unattached... A Snow Country princess great-grandparent, really?"
"That's the family legend," Izuna replied with a tight smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Much more likely that she was a handmaiden. It doesn't change Naohime's rank in the Uchiha clan either way, which corresponds to..."
Izuna rustled his way through piles of folders. Madara watched, chin in his hand. The low table was halfway covered.
"These. Chimon, Genkou, Atomu... About twice removed from the main family."
"Ah, if I recall, Atomu is going to be declaring his engagement by the end of the week," Hashirama corrected. Izuna slid the folder back to the middle of the table without a word.
About a third of the people they had folders on were rushing to declare an engagement or even a hurried wedding, some turning up barely two weeks pregnant. The rest hadn't yet; Madara thought cynically that nobody wanted them in this much of a hurry. Or maybe they were just faithfully loyal to their clan heads and were ready to endure at their word, but Madara wasn't betting on that.
"Oh," Izuna said -- delicately, carelessly, studiously reading his folder, "I'm afraid we need someone with a ... strong personality for Naohime."
"Why's that?" Hashirama replied, just as painfully polite.
The daimyo's mediator kept watching them and scratching little pointy words in his notebook.
"Because if your man doesn't prove that he's dangerous on the battlefield and has the personality to use it on her if she pushes him, it's going to turn abusive," Madara drawled.
Hashirama stared at him for a blank second. The daimyo's envoy stopped writing; even his Aburame bodyguard arched her eyebrows over her darkened spectacles.
Tobirama stretched out across the table without another word to take back one of the folders Izuna had spread around him.
"Not that one, huh?" Izuna's jaw rolled even as he smiled. "Senju Chimon. His personality analysis didn't make him sound like a pushover."
"He'll say he's proud to put his feelings aside and do his duty, but what he'll mean is that you won't find the body."
Hashirama winced at the stark words; Madara snorted. Trying to stay polite and understated around the daimyo's spies had been doomed a week back and he didn't know why Hashirama still bothered to try to save face.
"... Why is he even on the list, then?"
Tobirama didn't look up from his notes, and most certainly didn't glance at the daimyo's envoy. Or at Izuna. "Because we can't prove it."
Izuna leaned over the table, hissing between clenched teeth; "So why is he on the list."
Tobirama met his eyes, the way he never would have dared before daimyo-sama gathered the clans to surround them and sent the missive that they were to have peace, or else. "He'd be discreet about it." Ah; not like the raging, hateful ones they'd had to bar from the list (and then punish for the spectacle, as if not wanting to be forever bound to an enemy was an outrageous thing). "We have a few clanspeople who'd make things easier if they died in a way that cannot be traced back to your clan. I figured there might be some in yours too. If there aren't, good. He won't be put forward. I suggest Genkou. His fuse is long enough she might give up before she reaches the end of it."
His face was so bored saying those things bold-faced as Hashirama cringed beside him, Madara was almost amused. He could have thought Tobirama didn't know what he was saying, but after several days he was mostly sure the man just had zero patience left over for the mealy-mouthed allusions of courtly politics.
The daimyo had given them a choice: end the feud, or die; or escape to another country never to step foot on Fire Country lands, if they could pass the deathly blockade of a hundred other clans without falling prey to bloodline hunters and other opportunists. Hashirama wanted to keep things civil, and therefore didn't mention any of the harsher truths too clearly; Madara had started out that way, too, but then he'd read the terms.
Of all those unattached Uchiha of an age to marry, seventy percent must marry a Senju. Exceptions were made for those engaged or pregnant, but that only meant the rest were battling it out with desperate intensity to land in the thirty percent who wouldn't have to. This was going to ruin his clan.
Which was the goal.
--
ichigo/grimmjow/fraccion ABO
--
"We're blowing this joint, boss!"
Grimmjow cackles. His borrowed kimono is ruffled up his bare thighs. "We had better fucking not, you assholes left my boots!"
"Actually, they're in the other bag," Shawlong informs him without turning at all. "Di Roy?"
"Shinigami squad's noticed, but they're holding positions!"
Huh, good job noticing anything past the sunburst of Kurosaki's reiatsu. Grimmjow stretches his pesquisa and returns nothing but inferno afterimages and...
"Dodge," he says laconically -- and Nakeem offers a hand to step into and launches him -- and the group scatters in all directions.
And Yylfordt catches him two-armed like a fucking princess, laughing, and carries him off. Kurosaki is immediately in pursuit.
... Grimmjow punches Yylfordt in the back of the head. "Hey, he didn't actually blow my back out."
"Aw, Boss--"
"No."