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Oneshots

My shorter fare.

Homecoming 16 Jan 2024 Modern-day HashiTobi tangentially inspired by the Folger's coffee ad. Written for pleasedonttell and hsrmtbrm (inconsequentialZero).

In the wake of Tobirama's return, their kisses are stolen – they're flashes of chapped lips pressed together, hidden behind the door of the open fridge the same day that he arrives. They're an open tongue laving over the crook of the neck when Hashirama leans in to look at his textbook, and they’re over before he can protest it at all. They're nothing more than dust to his knuckles, snowfall. Quiet and reverent and stolen.


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Hope to Sprout, Hope to Flower 14 Dec 2023 HashiTobi mokuton shibari that turned into an introspective character study. Written for senjucest on Tumblr.

Hashirama twined a cuff of mokuton around each wrist before battle, discreet under Tobirama’s armor. It was casual, the way he’d drape the mantle about his brother’s neck, but his touch lingered and the funeral rains were still dampening the earth, soaking their tread. They left into the gray-early morning before the light could be anything more than water, transient and cold. Hashirama walked with a swaying stride, his brother trailing close behind. He lingered the way that Hashirama’s fingers lingered on his wrists.


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Seasons 11 Dec 2023 The first HashiTobi fic I published. Two chapters of gratuitous cockwarming.

"If you won’t take a break," Hashirama says in a tone that would be smug on anyone else. "I’ll have to bring the break to you."

"You didn’t ask me to take a break."

"Will you take a break?" Hashirama smiles as though he’s already won. In a way, he has.

"I have work to do," Tobirama says, holding firm. "Your work."

"Well then let me help."


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