the fact that louis sang “we’ve come so far since princess park” in Habit at Madrid and Princess Park is where harry and louis lived together I want to c r y louis has officially outlarried harry I don’t make the rules

this gif represents how I felt when I heard that line so perfectly??? like “huh what’s this”??? then the surprise??? then the little all knowing happy smirk??? but like,,, yO WHAT THE FUCK WAS MADRID

(p.s. if y’all want to download any of the songs louis sang go to tinyurl.com/LouisMadrid and you can,,,, download it? you’re welcome yeehaw)

When Cardin had gotten into this relationship, he didn’t expect to be needy . Or very touchy at all. Of course he was touchy with Russel, but they were basically raised together. Same with Velvet. Except instead of being raised together, they just clicked in such a way it was like they’d known each other their whole lives. It was natural to reach out to them. And they reached back. Same with Sky and even Dove sometimes, if he was to be honest. Now that the team had finally worked their issues. That he’d finally started to really work his issues. (Touch starved, is what Russel, Velvet, and Sky jokingly called him and he hated it but he couldn’t really argue with it either.) But this was… certainly different. Of course it was all Jaune’s fault too.

Okay, his fault. Partly Jaune’s though, too. But not in a bad way. In a good way. A very good way. Though it did also very quickly become Jaune’s fault in a spiral he wasn’t prepared for nor did he actually hate. Jaune was a menace. Because Jaune realized he wanted to reach out constantly and wouldn’t so he reached out himself. Knew that he wanted to kiss his stupid face at any given moment so Jaune kissed him whenever he could. Anytime he reasonably could, since. They were secret to anybody who wasn’t CRDL or Velvet. It just seemed easier at the time. Given the blackmail. Cardin didn’t think any of Jaune’s first friends would ever trust him.

He couldn’t blame them.

But back to what Cardin was actually thinking about. The Incident. Not the Ursa one, but the one that had happened ten days into dating this personification of a star. Because he was an idiot. An idiot that things went surprisingly well for and he didn’t really know what that said about Jaune given he was dating him, but he has witnessed Jaune do some pretty dumb things. Dumb, dumb sacrificial things. Things that still make bile rise to his throat. Like pulling him out of the way of a shot he should’vetaken.

(A hand grabbed his collar- they weren’t in their armour, why weren’t they in their armour they were in Forever Fall, it had grimm, they knew that personally - and yanked him back. Claws swiped down and connected . It was an ursa. Because of course it had to be. There was a shout from both of them. Jaune fell back into Cardin and Cardin backpedaled them toward the closest trees.

Blood. So much blood, seeping past the new tears in Jaune’s shirt. A lump crawled into his throat. By the time he dispatched the ursa and its ash floated off into the air, the wound had already started to stitch back together. But the blood… Red soaked the midsection of Jaune’s shirt. Three jagged lines cut into it. It was the most blood he’d seen spilt from another person. It felt like that was all he could focus on. Not the defeated grimm, not the nearly healed skin, not even the cuts in the shirt, just red seeped dark into brown. That red was life . And suddenly Cardin could focus on one more thing.

That shot had been meant for him . Those wounds had been meant for him . And Jaune had moved him out of the way. Anger pulsed heavy and red hot. Blood hot. Did Jaune even think ? His hand pressed against the newly healed skin. Drying blood smeared under his fingers and he knew they’d be stained red when he pulled away. But the skin under his hand was soft and pale. No scars. No sign at all that his gut had been torn to shreds just minutes before. None but the tears in his shirt. Cardin’s heart pounded and he punched the dirt next to Jaune with the hand not currently against Jaune’s stomach. It shuddered under his hand with a breath. Sure, he couldn’t heal like Jaune could, but that didn’t mean he had to… take shots for him.

“ Cazzo. Idiot. Never do that again, I can handle myself you idiot ,” Cardin hissed under his breath.

“I know.” Jaune smiled up at him and he felt his heart clench . This was the stupidest man he’d ever met. And then, as easy as breathing, “I love you.”

Cardin glared. He could feel his heart pound harder, his face flush at the words. Wanted to return them but… It was like the words got stuck behind his teeth with the curls of anger that still lingered there and the relief that Jaune wasn’t like him, that Jaune had the normal healing, had above normal healing with the larger pool of aura he had. So instead he bent down and kissed him for the first time. It held the words he couldn’t say and the anger that didn’t want to fade until Jaune softened it with a huff of laughter through his nose. Until Jaune softened it and only the silent ‘ I love you too ’ remained. It filled Cardin with warmth as Jaune tilted his head to the side, as Jaune breathed into his mouth like he wanted him to know he was fine and alive, as Jaune pressed a warm hand against Cardin’s cheek that was a little tacky with his blood and it wasn’t really what Cardin was expecting from a first kiss, but it was soft and kind of perfect.

So maybe it was another Ursa Incident. In a way. They haven’t had a date in Forever Fall since.)

“Cardin?” Cardin blinked.

“Yes?” Cardin asked, cheeks heated from the memory and the realization Jaune’d apparently asked him a question he fully missed.

“You didn’t hear me, did you?” Jaune asked with a smile in his eyes. It was incredibly knowing.

Cardin pulled at his long sleeve shirt. “No.”

“That’s okay,” Jaune asked. “I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out, since my friends are going to be busy away from Vale for the weekend…”

It was easy to pick up Jaune’s meaning. Teams RWBY and JNPR, minus Jaune of course, would be gone, so they’d be free to do really anything without having to sneak around.

“Yeah,” Cardin said. For some reason, Jaune turned sheepish after his answer. He looked away and his cheeks pinked.

“I was wondering if you might want to sleepover in my dorm, too? Since everyone will be gone.”

A sleepover? Cardin felt a little frozen at the question. That was the first time Jaune had ever asked about that. Obviously. He’d never had the dorm to himself like this before.

It was the first time he’d ever been able to ask that. It wasn’t like Cardin’d never had a sleepover before. Growing up, he’d slept at Russel’s plenty of times. Nowadays CRDL slept in a pile more often than they didn’t. But, that was his team and his brother. This was his boyfriend . He looked at the hopeful look in Jaune’s eyes that started to slightly dim as Jaune shifted and oh no, how long had Cardin been taking, thinking about it? Slightly panicked, he cleared his throat so it wouldn’t show in his voice. “Yeah, sure. That’d be cool.”

Immediately Jaune lit back up with a smile. “Awesome! I’ll get extra blankets, and we can share the bed, and we can watch a movie on my scroll.” Jaune blushed a little harder. “I mean, if you want to. Sleep in my bed. With me.”

“Yeah,” Cardin said, adding after a pause, “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Cool,” Jaune’s smile widened and it almost felt like his face couldn’t handle it, but he couldn’t stop. There was a heat uncurling in his chest, like flower blossoms. A whole weekend of just them. No sneaking around. No hiding from his friends. “Cool cool. So, I’ll find you after they leave?”

Cardin nodded. “Cool,” Jaune said, like it was the only word in his vocabulary. He kissed Cardin real quick- just a peck on the lips- and headed out. There was a skip to his step. It made Cardin roll his eyes. Since Jaune couldn’t see him, he didn’t bother suppressing the fond smile.

Friday (after school)

The weekend came quickly, yet also much too slow. By the time Jaune saw his team off, he was practically vibrating. It felt impossible to hide his excitement.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Pyrrha asked for the nth time and Jaune chuckled, maybe a little more hysterically than he should’ve, but give him a break, he was excited.

“Yeah, I’m sure Pyrrha. Go on, have fun!” He shooed her off. She lingered, but eventually Yang walked over with amusement to save Jaune from her worried looks. Two years at Beacon and Pyrrha had slowly transformed from ‘distant’ to ‘dad’. (Ren was adamant he was the mom of this family and Jaune had to agree.) “Thanks, Yang.”

“No problem, Jaune,” Yang said, dropping an arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders.

“I’m just worried,” Pyrrha said.

“I know,” Jaune said. “But you don’t have to. I’m a big boy. Seriously, Pyrrha. Go have fun with everybody else. Take a vacation.”

“Yeah,” Yang agreed. She squeezed Pyrrha closer to her. “Oum knows you deserve a vacation from vomit boy.”

“Hey!” Jaune protested, eyebrows lowered in only half mocked annoyance. Seriously, would he ever live that nickname down? Yang just smiled at him, a glitter of amusement in her aura, and he sighed. Now he wanted to be saved from Yang. “ Please , Pyrrha?”

Pyrrha looked between the two of them, and seeming to deem him worthy of being saved from Yang, she nodded. “Alright. Don’t get into trouble while we’re gone.”

“Me?” Jaune put a hand on his chest and Pyrrha simply gave him a Look that Ren had definitely been teaching her in secret. She was getting good at it. “I promise.” It was just for a weekend anyhow. Pyrrha nodded and let Yang lead her away so finally, finally they were all leaving. Jaune waved goodbye to them all. Feeling only a little sorry to see them go. Once the ship was out of sight, he booked it for his team room. While the others were still here he couldn’t exactly set up for the weekend. Now that they were gone he wanted to do so as fast as possible before he got Cardin or Cardin came looking. It wasn’t exactly a hard setup. He just grabbed as many blankets as he could- he threw the blankets the others had left behind in the wash to use- and piled them onto his bed. He spread them out as well as he could while keeping them in a sort of bunched, nest shape. Like his siblings and him have always done. Then he left to grab Cardin.

Cardin was in his room, seemingly actively pretending he wasn’t waiting while Russel amusedly watched. The second Jaune slipped in Cardin’s eyes snapped to the door. There were a few seconds where Jaune saw a smile. Then Cardin’s face morphed into something approximating false nonchalance that really didn’t fit the moment. But Jaune decided against mentioning it. “Hey,” Jaune said instead.

“Hey,” Cardin said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. A bag was on his bed. It wasn’t too big, but it made Jaune crook his eyebrow. Their dorms weren’t too far away, since they were both in first year dorms. If Cardin really needed anything he could easily return for it. Plus, while the bag wasn’t big, it did bulge. He knew Cardin many used a military fold and it did not fill him with confidence over what was in that bag. Or could be in that bag. 

“I tried to talk him out of it,” Russel said with a shrug.

“What? What’s wrong with it?” Cardin glared at the both of them.

“It looks like you’re planning to move in for a week instead of just spending the weekend,” Jaune laughed.

Cardin’s cheeks and ears reddened. “I didn’t know what to bring.”

“I told you what!” Russel protested.

“When have we ever had a sleepover, Russ?” Cardin asked. Russel opened his mouth then closed it.

“Point.”

“I guess I don’t have to ask you if you’re ready,” Jaune said.

“Shut up,” Cardin said.

Jaune bit his lip to keep from laughing again.

Cardin stared at Jaune’s bed once they made it into JNPR’s dorm room and the nest he’d made curiously before he moved to drop his bag and pillow at the desk. Despite the days Jaune spent thinking about this, there were only really a few things he knew he wanted to do. He wanted to watch at least one movie; he wanted to cuddle (and sleep ) on the bed; he wanted to see the stars because he knew Cardin would like that. Outside of that… he didn’t really mind what they did. As long as it was together. And in this room. Maybe it was selfish- actually it was definitely selfish- but Jaune wanted Cardin to himself fully for these few days that he would be able to have that. At least he wasn’t sure that was totally bad. Or unwanted.

Still at the desk, Cardin leaned back against it and crossed his arms over his chest. His glasses were on now. It was weird to learn that Cardin actually needed glasses. Like, permanently. He still never wore them during class or anything, but Russel had gotten him to wear them in the dorm. About a month ago he’d started wearing them around him, Sky, and Dove. It felt good to be one of the people Cardin felt okay enough to wear glasses around. Though he didn’t really know why Cardin didn’t wear his glasses as he was supposed to. “So what do we do?” Cardin asked.

“Uh,” Jaune paused and shifted his weight as he looked around the room. Was it too early to watch a movie? It wasn’t evening yet but it was after school and classes so maybe not. He really wasn’t sure. Boy did he wish he was sure. He swore he wasn’t normally awkward like this but he’d never actually dated anyone before. And while he was comfortable with Cardin- more than comfortable- he felt a little unprepared. He took a breath and let it out maybe a little awkwardly. “I’m not really sure. I have a movie if you want to do that now but we can also save it for later and do something else. I know I have a board game or two around here somewhere if you’d rather that and I’ve definitely got comic books if you want to read. Or we could eat. Is it too early to eat?”

“What movie?” Cardin asked, effectively redirecting his thoughts away from the spiral of ‘there’s nothing else I actually do’ and the sudden realization that unless they wanted to eat just snacks (and possibly risk angering Nora and Ren) they’d have to leave the room.

“Howl’s Moving Castle,” Jaune went over to his laptop where he already had the movie downloaded. Not from his own doing! Marion had downloaded it years ago. Though Kiki’s Delivery Service had been his download.

Cardin nodded. It didn’t look like an 'I know what you’re talking about’ nod. More an 'I have absolutely no fucking idea what you’re talking about but I’m gonna pretend I do and I know you’ll explain eventually’. Just, without the cursing. Because it was Cardin who somehow didn’t curse. Which was something he’d expect from somebody like Pyrrha. Who also did not curse. Or Weiss. Who actually did curse but rarely and Jaune had a theory that was actually Nora and Yang’s influence. Also a bit Ruby. All three girls cursed pretty heavily. Though he couldn’t really say anything. Not without being a hypocrite.

“It’s an animated movie, I think you’ll like it,” Jaune said. He more-or-less flopped onto the bed, but that was fine. It was technically his. At least for this year. (The thought that, eventually, they’d leave these dorms was weird. Though that was still half a year away.) He squirmed down into the covers, holding his laptop up from them until he was comfortable. Once he was he sat the laptop on his lap and patted the space next to him. “Come sit and bring your pillow.”

With another nod, Cardin pushed himself from the desk and grabbed his pillow. He sat down a lot more gracefully than Jaune chose to. Or even cared to. Jaune waited for Cardin to position himself within the blankets as well. It really should not have surprised him as much as it did when Cardin ended up against his side.

“Are you ready?” Jaune asked.

“Yeah,” Cardin said. He gestured to the paused screen. “You can play it.”

The movie, to Jaune’s satisfaction, was a hit. (Though now he’d have to find the book before Cardin did. Jaune thought it would make for a good surprise.) When his laptop immediately started to play the next saved video, he scrambled as fast as he could out from under the blankets at the sound of his own voice. Only to have Cardin catch his wrist and pull him back down. In a move that was the meanest thing Cardin had done since he’d blackmailed him. Possibly even meaner.

“Cardin, let me change it,” Jaune said.

“I kinda want to see it,” Cardin said. And he smiled at Jaune.

Definitely meaner.

“Cardin ,” Jaune whined.

“…” Cardin looked away from him. Not even back toward the laptop, but instead at the wall where Ruby had stuck a poster of historical swords when Jaune had made a passing comment about his weapon compared to every other student. It’d been embarrassing, but he’d appreciated it. “If it’s okay.”

Jaune settled back against Cardin and Cardin turned to give him a questioning look. “ One ,” he said and held a finger up for emphasis. Cardin smiled at him briefly before his attention redirected back to the laptop. This one wasn’t a particularly embarrassing video, at least. It was from about two years ago, when Marion, Saphron, and him went to a park at like midnight. Saphron rocked on one of those spring riders that was shaped like a kelpie, touching the ground on each rock backwards. Marion went along the monkey bars upside down just to show off. At one point Jaune slid down the pole like a stripper. They were good memories. Cardin pointed at the screen when Marion was there.

“Who are they? Marion?” Cardin asked.

“Yeah.” Jaune nodded. He paused it on a shot of Marion briefly and then did the same thing with Saphron, introducing both. “This is Marion, my twin. This is Saphron, who’s the second oldest.” Despite what he’d said about only showing that one video, it sent him down a spiral of showing videos of all his siblings and his parents, introducing Cardin to all of them. Part of him kind of felt bad for it. They all looked pretty alike, both his parents were blonde and the Arc genes- his m’man’s side- were strong . It was probably all scrambled in his brain by the end. But Cardin did laugh and there was, like, a pleased feeling from him so Jaune was sure it was fine. Probably.

“You’re okay with this?” Jaune asked, just to be sure.

“Yeah?” Cardin glanced at him, an eyebrow slightly raised. “Of course.”

“Oh,” Jaune nodded and barely kept himself from breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay. Okay, good. Cool.”

Cardin rolled his eyes with a slight smile. “ Cool.”

Jaune stuck his tongue out at the light hearted teasing.

“Anyway , I need to show you the time Gwen made this like super layered cake only for Phineas to trip onto it- Cake and icing went everywhere , it was fucking great.”

“Delphine?” Cardin asked, to be sure he actually got the names.

“Yep!” Jaune went back to the videos to search through for the one he wanted. On the way he ended up detouring to two other videos. One being a rather… vicious pillow fight between Maëlys, Chamois, Marion, and him. Saph almost got hurt just taking the bit of video she got. The other was a clip from a funny card game- Gwen snorted on screen and Cardin echoed it next to him.

It was late by the time Jaune got half through the videos and he’d never realized how much of a ‘camera family’ they were. Though the only reason he even stopped was because Cardin yawned. Which apparently triggered his stomach to growl. Jaune held it, a bit embarrassed, and quietly shushed it.

“I’ll make us food.” Cardin moved to struggle his way out of the nest.

“Nooo,” Jaune whined. “I wanna stay.”

“You will.” Cardin kissed him on the forehead. Before Jaune could grab him, he was out of reach. Just how had he gotten out so easily. “ I’m getting the food. Don’t want us to be poisoned.” Cardin smirked at him and Jaune frowned. Out of the goodness of his heart, he ignored the joke about his cooking skills. (It was true anyway.)

“But I want you to stay too,” Jaune said.

“I’ll be back soon enough,” Cardin said. The door closed behind him and Jaune sunk into the blankets with a pout. He didn’t want either of them to leave this room. This quiet space where it was just them and they could be themselves. With nothing better to do, Jaune looked through some other things on his laptop. A new meme was going around tunglr. He looked through a bit to figure out what it was. Thankfully Cardin wasn’t long, like he said, and he closed the tab. Jaune took the food from him so he could sit back down and get comfortable again. Once he did, instead of handing the food back he plastered himself to Cardin’s side.

Neither of them left the rest of the night except to use the bathroom and get ready for bed.

Saturday

Jaune woke up cold and alone. Or, alone . There were too many blankets to really feel cold but that wasn’t the point. The point was that he’d gone to sleep with someone else in this bed. He stretched out and yawned, still groggy, before he slowly went to find Cardin. Only to practically run into him point-blank when he returned to the room.

“Cardin!” Jaune exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly since the door was open. Cardin walked past him to put the food down on the desk then turned to him. He held his right arm folded in front of him and brought his left arm under, folding his left hand in front of his right wrist. It wasn’t an action Jaune really recognized. Somehow he didn’t think he’d get an answer if he asked right now, though. So instead he handed Cardin his glasses off the bedside table instead of asking. Cardin took them with a nod. And Jaune’s eyebrows rose because he’d never seen Cardin just take his glasses without hesitation unless he was actively annoyed at not being able to see properly, but Jaune still didn’t have a lot of brain power yet and couldn’t really process anything at the moment. How early even was it?

He walked back to the bed for his scroll to check the time. “ 7 :30,” Jaune said, surprised. Even for classes he never woke that early. Most of the time, Pyrrha or Nora had to wake the group. And on weekends Pyrrha didn’t wake any of them till late, because the three of them slept in. As far as he knew, even Pyrrha actually slept in a little bit. But Cardin never slept in, he remembered that from their slightly darker time, though it wasn’t really ‘dark’. From the blackmail and the late nights doing homework- his own and CRDL’s, of Cardin correcting essays and berating him on the little things, on his grammar and his punctuation and his spelling. Of mornings, way way too early mornings when even the rest of CRDL weren’t up and it was just Cardin and him and the haziness of morning. Cardin was completely quiet those mornings, too. At the time he allowed it without question. Let it provide him with an excuse to doze- overly drowsy still and feeling soft with it. Jaune felt soft with the drowsiness and the early hour of the morning and let it direct his feet light to Cardin so he could drape himself over the slightly taller boy and just exist. Fade in and out of the world and dreams. Let Cardin lead them slow and dreamlike around the room so Jaune could move his feet enough to follow, enough to stay attached, as Cardin did things quietly enough to be mistaken for a shadow made solid. The food was cold, anyway, and Jaune preferred to stay right where he was. Though eventually he woke up enough for his stomach to growl and Cardin nudged them toward the food with an amused huff.

“What was that motion?” Jaune asked as they ate.

“What motion?” Cardin asked.

“From this morning,” Jaune clarified and he mimed the motion Cardin had done.

Cardin looked down at his breakfast. At the cereal and fruit and the orange juice. It seemed less like interest and more like a desire to redirect his gaze so he didn’t have to look at Jaune. “It was sign language. It meant 'morning’.”

“Oh,” Jaune said. Maybe that was why Cardin was so quiet. “You’ll have to teach me some.”

“What?” Cardin looked up at him. There was a flash of surprise before it flattened back to Cardin’s more typical neutral expression. A flat look with no real substance- no smile, no frown, seemingly no emotion. Usually around Russel, Velvet, or him and slowly around Dove and Sky it would soften to something pleased. Not a smile, but pleased . Happy. And every so often it would shutter and close off like this. Jaune never knew what to do about that.

“Teach me some sign,“ Jaune said. "That way I’ll know what you’re saying next time.”

Cardin blinked at him. Eyes wide behind his rectangular frames. His expression shuttered again, but the tips of his ears went red and Jaune smiled. He bit his lip on a laugh as Cardin ducked his head. “I can do that. If you can actually manage to learn it.”

“Hey!” Jaune laughed. “That’s so rude. Just watch me, I’m gonna learn it even faster now.”

“Sure you will,” Cardin said.

Russel had told him once that Cardin and him never really played video games growing up. It wasn’t exactly that they couldn’t, it was just that neither of them had much of an interest in it. They did a lot of stuff outside. Nothing ever confirmed that tid bit quite like playing a game with Cardin. Which was always infinitely funny. Because Russel was actually pretty good at games, especially shooters, though nobody on CRDL had quite the skill of Dove on pretty much every game. Something that was also funny and almost insulting to Jaune given Dove’s track record of beating him in games- especially shooters- when Dove also said he’d only ever played video games once or twice while growing up. Because apparently Dove was somehow the most boring member of CRDL. Also the most academical, right under Cardin, and that was definitely related in Jaune’s mind. Cardin seemed to do well at the Kirby game he had, though.

“Wait, there’s a-” Jaune cut himself off as an enemy hit Cardin and killed him. Jaune winced in sympathy. With a sigh Cardin took off his glasses to rub at his eyes. He absently cleaned the lenses on his shirt while he had them off.

“Maybe I should just watch,” Cardin said.

“What? No, you were doing great!” Jaune said.

Cardin put his glasses back on, presumably just so he could look over them at him like a disappointed teacher. “Jaune.”

“You were,” Jaune insisted. Cardin sighed and rolled his eyes, but started the level again. No doubt to Cardin’s annoyance, Jaune cheered when he did.

The dating sim Jaune booted up on his laptop next was probably the best idea he’d had. Cardin’s look of confusion when Ryouta- a rock dove- was introduced as the protagonist’s childhood friend was something Jaune would carry with him forever. It just got better when he confirmed that, yes, he was a possible love interest. To his immense pleasure, Cardin really seemed to enjoy the game. Jaune made a note on his imaginary ‘win’ column and wrote a note on his scroll that just read ‘story/reading games’. Something subtle enough that if Nora went through his scroll again or someone else saw it they wouldn’t understand and pointed enough Jaune would hopefully remember.

Eventually it cycled back to Cardin watching as Jaune played a game. Jaune didn’t mind. Especially since Cardin leaned against his side the whole time. Sure, there was at least one moment where Cardin moved weird and the alien almost got him and Jaune almost died . Worth it.

Cardin reached down to take Jaune’s hand and pull him up onto the roof. Could they have gone through the stairs? Yes, but why bother when JNPR’s window led directly there, just as CRDL’s did. Speaking of, Cardin directed them more to the middle of the roof. Just in case anybody- Sky or Russel- got nosey. He didn’t want them being weird. Or hearing them. Or honestly both because it would likely be both. At least the second year dorms were further so he didn’t have to worry about Scarlatina.

“Brothers, Arc, did you bring enough blankets?” Cardin asked. There was a pile at his feet where Jaune dropped them, though it only really looked like three. It was still a lot.

Jaune hummed as if in thought. “Nope, I don’t think so.” He turned around as if to go back and get more. Cardin caught his arm with a quiet laugh.

“Jaune ,” Cardin said and Jaune turned back to him with a bright smile.

“Yes?” Jaune blinked innocently at him.

“Just lie down,” Cardin said.

“Alright but if I get cold you have to cuddle me,” Jaune said.

Cardin rolled his eyes. As if that wouldn’t be happening either way. Predictably, the second Cardin lied next to Jaune the other boy plastered himself to him. Being the accommodating and kind boyfriend he was, Cardin wrapped an arm around Jaune and pulled him closer. Because he was kind and accommodating. Not because he wanted Jaune closer. Jaune snuggled into Cardin’s side and Cardin felt something inside himself loosen and settle. Like he hadn’t been calm enough already. If he became any calmer, if he settled any further, he’d fade away. He tightened his hold on Jaune. Like that would keep him from becoming unmoored. Looking at him from the corner of his eye, Cardin was pretty sure it would.

“So.” Jaune laced their fingers together. “Tell me stories, starboy.”

“You’re the star,” Cardin said quietly with an amused huff. Jaune looked at him with surprise and Cardin steadfastly ignored him. Ignored the wondering fond look in blue eyes made darker with the lack of light. It made him wonder, though. Had he never said it outloud? Had he never called him ‘light’? Louder, he said, “Pick a constellation,” and Jaune did.

They were up on that roof, under a pile of blankets, for a long time. The chill wasn’t quiet as bad as Vacuo could get at night. And the stars weren’t quite as bright with Beacon’s light. Still Jaune pointed and he told. Told until his throat felt sore. Told even past that. Jaune was a solid line of heat against his side the entire time. At some point Jaune’s hand had wandered to Cardin’s chest. To rest over his heart.

Cardin didn’t want to leave this moment.

Sunday

“You don’t really talk in the mornings, do you?” Jaune asked him and Cardin forced down a flinch. Shook his head instead, tried not to feel bad. Before, when he was still in his own dorm room, when he could worry about this with Russel, Russel had told him Jaune wouldn’t be upset over the quiet. That Jaune was kind and understanding- so, so kind, so understanding ‘ He agreed to date you, after all. Even after everything ’- and Cardin trusted Russel. Trusted his brother. He did . So he shook his head and he pushed everything back down again. Where it belonged, deep, deep in his soul.

Jaune nodded. Not a true nod, just a small bobbing of his head. Cardin felt it against his shoulder. Just like the day before, Jaune was plastered to him. Some part of Cardin felt he should be annoyed. Instead it just felt… warm. Except for where Jaune’s chin dug into his shoulder when he was done nodding. “Alright. That’s cool.”

Cardin smiled and gave a single nod. A quiet thank you. When Jaune turned his head and pressed his lips to his neck, Cardin felt he understood that.

The rest of their time together was spent split between card games- an equal amount of wins somehow between them- and cuddled in the nest with a movie. There were only a short few hours left after the first movie. Part of Cardin wanted to leave right then. He didn’t want to risk Jaune’s team returning earlier than expected. Cardin carded his fingers through Jaune’s hair, tugged gently at the strands. Jaune sighed and melted further into him. The press of weight against him helped Cardin try to secure himself in this moment. To press those thoughts and the worry down until he could better ignore it.

All things had to end, though. Soon enough Cardin had to rouse Jaune so they could put things back the way they were meant to be. Or close to that.

“If everything’s perfect it’ll be weird,” Jaune said.

Cardin nodded. “I wouldn’t exactly call you neat.”

Jaune threw a pillow at his face and made an annoyed sound when he caught it. “That’s not fair , you’re not supposed to catch it. You’re supposed to get hit by it and be surprised.”

“You threw it while I was looking directly at you,” Cardin said. He put the pillow on the desk with his backpack when he noticed it was his.

“It would’ve been funny,” Jaune said petulantly and Cardin rolled his eyes. A child. He was dating a child. Though he wasn’t too upset with his taste in men when Jaune made his way over, arms loaded with blankets, just to kiss him. Before he could pull fully away Cardin pulled Jaune’s hood over his head and tugged the strings right. As Jaune struggled with his new predicament, Cardin grabbed the blankets from him. He practically whistled as he walked away. Content in his small revenge.

This time, the pillow was a direct hit.

The ensuing pillow fight brought them dangerously close to RWBY and NPR’s return, but it also distracted Cardin enough for him to not care. Both of them were panting and flushed by its end. Cardin seriously considered whether a pillow could cause a bruise. Any remaining time was taken up by their mouths on each other’s. Kisses slow and lingering. Cloying like candy on Cardin’s lips. Once more he found himself reluctant to leave. But he knew he had to. Jaune was not yet ready to share their relationship with his group of friends. And to be quite frank, Cardin was still scared of their reaction when he did. The anger would be called for. It would be just and right. But he feared them taking Jaune from him. Feared them making Jaune realize that he wasn’t good, that he wasn’t worth it. Wasn’t worth him . (Because he wasn’t- no matter what Jaune said. Cardin didn’t realize he could fear losing something as much as he feared losing Russel and Russel’s parents. As much as he’d begrudgingly began to fear losing Velvet and Sky and Dove.) Jaune melted sweetly into him and Cardin opened his mouth and silently begged whatever to listen to let his mind forget for a moment longer. The kiss turned sharp like cinnamon and Cardin’s thoughts hazed out.

Sunday (evening)

“Jaune!” Nora bounded down the dock and tackled him, knocking the both of them to the ground.

“Hey Nora,” Jaune laughed and hugged her back just as hard. Already he missed the thought that Cardin would be back in the room when he returned. But that was okay. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t see each other every day. Though they’d have to go back to secret affection. Or more secret than it had been between the two of them, alone in his dorm room. Even still, it was nice to have the rest of his team and RWBY back. He looked over Nora’s shoulder to the others. “How was it?”

“Well -” Ruby began as she pulled him up from the ground after Nora stood up.

Chapter 1 [ ALBEDO x BARBARA smut fic]

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Barbara was with Albedo in a luxurious room with gold, cream and white on every inch, nook and cranny of the huge space. There was a set of soft and lovely couches in the middle of the room and a dark wooden table with glass on top. Barbara’s back was against the backside of the couch facing the door. The big windows were totally covered by thick curtains of white and gold threads.

Barbara was relaxed as she glanced at the painting beside the door below it a wooden table with a black cloth neatly folded on top.

The door opened, revealing a hooded figure in a black cloak.

“Sorry for the wait, Barbara.” It was the voice of a man and when his hood was pulled down it was revealed to be Albedo. He closed the door and locked it and then removed his hood.

“It’s alright Albedo, I totally get it.” She smiled at him softly and he froze for a moment looking at her thoughtfully. He nodded and folded his long cloak and placed it atop the same cloth as his and then took off his white coat and placed it atop the black cloaks.

“How’d you like the new outfit?” He inquired, glancing her way and Barbara beamed at him.

“I like it a lot.” Her smile was sheepish and a light blush appeared on her cheeks. Barbara removed her capelet and placed it over the back of the couch.

Albedo looked away from her as a blush too appeared on his cheeks. He pulled a tape measure from his coat and then turned to walk towards Barbara, who was now removing her dress.

Albedo appeared to look unphased by her bare shoulder– no to the fact that she was only wearing a white tube top, her white leggings and shoes. Barbara then slung her dress on the couch too.

“That’s great to hear.” He finally responded as his lips hovered over Barbara’s lips. It was so terribly close that their breaths were practically one.

“You look like you’re in a hurry.” Albedo suddenly took a step back as he thought of how quickly Barbara removed her clothes. Barbara looked disappointed for a second but then reservedly smiled at him.

“Yes, I am.” She confirmed sounding breathless and he simply nodded, extending the tape measure.

Albedo took her measurements carefully and casually, quite professionally in fact. But it was clear on Barbara’s face that her disappointment was growing every time their skin touched and he continued taking her measurements.

“Can you lift your arms to your side,” Albedo’s voice was nonchalant from behind Barbara, her face looked even more displeased, but her head bobbed softly. “Keep them by your sides, okay?”

With a sigh Barbara agreed by stretching her arms to the side. The blonde man continued on with taking her measurements. The numbers he took note of in his mind and not on paper. Then his cool hands were suddenly on Barbara’s waist and she shivered. His fingers then teasing the band of her leggings.

“How exactly did you like the clothes?” He asked her and she bit her lower lip.

“A lot.” She whispered so quietly that he almost didn’t hear her. He cocked a brow up and a sly little smile was on his lips, the first true expression he has had since he entered the room. Barbara of course didn’t know this, but she could feel it. She was used to the slight shift in the air around him to indicate his mood, it was something she was used to at this point.

“Okay.” Albedo’s hand left her waist and the frown on Barbara was evident. The scowl on her face was quickly replaced when her breasts were free of her top and was now around her waist and strong hands massaged her breasts.

She recalled the first time he saw her bare chest. She recalled how the serious eyes of a scientist widened slightly at the sight. She also could hear the words he said to her then: it was bigger than he expected. The desire in his eyes made her even more excited, she didn’t think someone would be aroused by her, and didn’t expect that Albedo of all people would have that desire so crystal clear in his eyes as he admired her breasts of all things. The same breasts that she tightly bound over her chest, but that story is for another day.

The hands that were raised on her side automatically overlapped his hands on her breasts as a soft moan escaped her lips. Barbara’s body leaned back a little to automatically meet Albedo’s chest. Feeling his solid chest against her back gave her some kind of reassurance.

“Didn’t I say to keep your arms to your side?” He whispered by her ear, blowing hot air as he squeezed her nipple. Her head leaned back and found the nook of Albedo’s shoulder to rest on.

Their height difference wasn’t that big, Albedo was a mere few inches taller than her, but she preferred it that way. Her head no matter how she was positioned fit perfectly on his shoulders. The same thing could be said with Albedo’s head on Barbara’s shoulder.

“Then you can punish me in any way you like.” Her eyes were hazy and her pink lips were slightly ajar. Albedo’s aqua blue eyes studied Barbara’s erotic expression. He tilted his head and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

“Are you wearing it now?” He said between kisses and her moans.

“Yes.” A breathy sigh. One of Albedo’s hands leaves her breast and cups Barbara’s crotch and she sighed and shivered from the contact. The hand on Barbara’s crotch started rubbing her and Barbara whimpered.

Albedo took his time and was slow but Barbara was roughly grinding herself against him, to his surprise she came soon after.

“Huh, it isn’t wet at all.” He remarked pressing his hand firmly against her crotch. Barbara moaned as her body shook as she tried to bury her face against his collarbone. Albedo was surprised for a moment and a sly little smile appeared on his face, as her body trembled uncontrollably.

“I don’t feel it.” He sounded so amused while Barbara’s entire face was red. “You just came and it’s not wet at all.”

Albedo shifted as if to move away and Barbara instantly grabbed his arms, leaning deeply into him for support, her legs weak. His stare on her was firm and so she was left to stand as erect as she can with her trembling legs. Barbara felt his fingers under the band of her leggings and suddenly she was also bare underneath.

Soft buzzing echoed into Albedo’s ears who was squatting behind her butt. He was gazing between her legs, specifically at the thing between her legs that was inserted into her folds and making the sounds.

He looked down to stare at the part of her leggings where it met her gleaming crotch and a finger glided on her juices on the leggings. “You’re really wet, Barbara– and to go commando. My, how bold our deaconess is.” His stare was indifferent as he stared at what was dangling between Barbara’s legs again.

Albedo pulled it out half-way and watched it get sucked back into her folds as if it was natural, it solicited a soft moan from Barbara. He continued to pull it out halfway and observed her wet vagina suck it back in, he did this repeatedly and excruciatingly slow for Barbara.

She bit her lips to try and focus on standing, but her legs were spread and bowed a little, her butt slightly sticking out. Her forearms pressed at her nipples tightly and her moans drowned out by tightly pressed lips.

“Good news, despite how drenched you are, the cloth still managed to hold all your cum in– you must have cum a lot judging from what I am seeing. Anyways, I’d say it was a success, the prototype cloth did not let your cum seep out and the fact that you weren’t even wearing underwear for an extra layer of protection, it did more than well…considering.” His eyes glanced at the wet spot on her pants and the state of her vagina, liquid slipping down between her legs at this point.

“And when I touched you when you still had it on, I didn’t even feel the vibrator nor did I hear it until I pulled your leggings down.” Albedo’s tone was serious and matter-of-factly but as he talked all Barbara could do was will herself not to fall with what stimulation he was doing, as he still was pulling the vibrator in and out of her. All that came out of her mouth were moans that had become louder. She wanted to be so upset with his serious tone, but her mind was ablaze.

“Let me remove all my clothes so you can measure me better.” Barbara said as she took her shoe off by using her other foot, but it was clear that she was having a hard time talking or moving.

Albedo released the to and stood up and watched Barbara’s bare butt sticking out towards him as she removed her leggings. The part of the toy that is left exposed and dangling between her legs giving the allure of obscenity, was calling to him. He stared at the bulge on his pants, he couldn’t deny that she was very enticing. The fingers that gleamed with her cum went close to his mouth as he licked it off. His other hand cupped his erection in his crotch.

Barbara was now fully naked and staring at him. Her gaze was calm and steady and then she noticed Albedo’s posture, she smiled and he smiled back a dark glint in his eyes.

“You can continue measuring me now.” Barbara’s voice was tender and unhurried or unbothered by the situation.

It appeared to be that she was used to being naked in front of Albedo, and it appeared to be that he was used to it too. He closed the distance that was suddenly between them, the humming louder now that he was less than half a meter away from her. “Won’t you measure my cunt too, Albedo?”

For less than a second his eyes showed his surprise at her words and the mere amusement and adoration he had because of her, for her. He continued to close the distance between them, a hand behind the small of her back as he pulled her closer to him. His other hand tracing her tailbone and playfully grazing the valley between her butt cheeks and finally touching her sensitive wetness.

“Of course, Barbara.” His lips that were so close to hers finally met as his fingers slipped inside of her. His fingers wiggled inside and pressed the vibrating toy inside of her against her most sensitive spot, causing Barbara to arch her back towards him and almost pull away from his lips, but Albedo did not allow it.

Albedo’s hand that was against her lower back was now on the back of her neck, pressing her lips against his as Barbara’s body was hit with another climax. When she showed signs of calming down he pulled away.

“You must have had this toy in there for a while.” He stated a mere observation and judging from her flushed face and hazy gaze and the closeness of her climaxes in just a few minutes and the puddle between her legs, then it must have been the case.

“Yes.” Barbara’s voice was soft as she laid her hands on his chest, soft pants coming out of her lips.

“That’s why you stripped the moment I arrived. You’ve already prepped yourself– I didn’t expect that you’d have it in for long though.” There was a small frown on Barbara’s lips as he talked, which brought him back to the present.

“Yes, I did.” She confirmed his theory and her eyes showed her eagerness.

“So, it’s like you marinated yourself for me.” He sounded so amused by the thought more than aroused. Barbara’s body, however, was now clearly exuding her arousal, in every inch of her skin and slight movements, Albedo could clearly see it. He didn’t need to be a genius to understand how much Barbara wanted him.

“Yes, I wanted myself ready for you the moment you entered. But it seemed like you were more focused about the outfit.” Barbara’s blue eyes looked down a bit and a hand pulled her chin up making her look at Albedo’s aqua eyes.

“I didn’t think you had a vibrator inside of you when I came in. You looked normal and when you started stripping, I assumed that you were in a hurry and had to have your measurements quickly taken.” Albedo’s thumb brushes Barbara’s pink lips, which then moves to her temple.

“I wanted myself ready for you to just pound me.” Barbara confessed again, it seemed that her mind was more hazy now.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t notice.” He kissed her forehead and completely pulled away from Barbara and she frowned. But her heart was eased when she saw his fingers remove his shirt. “Why don’t you get on the table then?”

Barbara gave a small little nod and turned around.

“Wait.” Albedo suddenly said, making the young woman stop on her tracks. He approached her, his shirt half open, her head tilted back a little to glance at him. His hand cupped her breast and a sigh followed from Barbara’s lips. Albedo’s other hand reached down below again and Barbara’s head rested on his shoulder as she gazed up at the ceiling, biting her lower lip in anticipation. His fingers brush on her labia and pinched the part of the toy that was exposed between his fingers.

“I don’t think you need this.” He spoke slowly into her ear and then suddenly yanked the toy off of her making Barbara shake from the sudden action. She couldn’t deny the fact that without the vibrations her insides were feeling hollow.

Barbara’s blue eyes stared at the sex toy that was wiggling between Albedo’s middle and ring finger like a fish pulled out of water gleaning in the juices she had collected as she waited for her lover. She rested a hand on his wrist that was holding the buzzing toy as she bit her lips, controlling herself to not ask for it back.

“You did well.” Albedo kissed her neck and she sighed with closed eyes. “Let me get undressed, just a little bit more.”

“Mmh.” Was her simple reply as she let go of his wrist and walked towards the coffee table in front of the couch.

Barbara was not able to see just how dark with desire Albedo’s eyes were, looking at her naked back with hips swaying away from him. He removed his clothes and it felt rather slow. He licked his lips still staring at Barbara’s bare butt, it made him think of the times he took her from behind. He pulled his pants down and his erection instantly sprung out.

He will have her in every way soon, he thought as he stroked himself.

When he glanced back up Barbara’s bare back was nowhere to be seen, there was a visible frown on his lips. He let go of his cock and picked up his clothes, and hung it beside Barbara’s dress on the couch. He saw Barbara on top and at the center of the coffee table in front of the couch with her legs already spread, but he was staring at her side profile.

He still froze at the sight. He could already imagine what she would look like from the front.

Albedo went around the couch to get to the table and was dumbstruck by the sight of Barbara.

This wasn’t their first time, if it wasn’t clear enough, but seeing Barbara with her legs spread, her arms leaning back and her cunt just dripping wet. He still couldn’t help but stop at his tracks at the sight, she was beautiful like this.

He observed her and she observed him back.

Their relationship indeed started out pure. He had approached her in secret to tailor outfits for her on stage and confessed that he was a fan and would love for her to wear his designs. When Albedo showed her his designs, she was astounded by his talent and his beautiful designs. He did not want anyone to know that he designed her clothes and was more than happy with her just simply wearing them. He didn’t even ask for compensation, just knowing she liked the designs and was willing to wear them were more than enough to him.

It started out pure.

Albedo even suggested having Sucrose join them when he takes her measurements– in fact, letting Sucrose do it so that Barbara would be comfortable. But somehow that didn’t happen, it was only Barbara and Albedo alone, and maybe if there was someone else other than them then maybe their relationship wouldn’t have developed like this.

Somehow the relationship of a tailor and his client became this. Holding each other’s naked body’s against the other as they shared fluids and moans and kisses.

They didn’t know how it progressed to be this way, and if they tried to recall they couldn’t remember when it started. Maybe when Albedo’s fingers would accidentally touch her, even with his caution, that left her wanting him to actually touch her. Maybe when Albedo’s feather light fingers would flutter against Barbara’s skin and he’d wonder too often than he should, why her skin was so soft and why it caused his fingers to burn.

No matter how, the two were now like this.

Naked before each other wanting one thing.

Barbara was chewing her lip in anticipation at the erection that Albedo wasn’t even hiding, her vaginal walls throbbing so badly.

And Albedo’s heart was beating so loud in his ears, which he used to think was not right scientifically. But now, he has gotten used to it. He had gotten used to all the unexplainable things that Barbara made him feel.

“You’re already dripping on the glass.” All Albedo did was state a fact in such a soft voice. Barbara barely heard his words and she glanced down between her legs.

“I want you to take my wet pussy with your huge cock.” Barbara finally said, her chest heaving, the wait was too long. Indeed, the young deaconess was asking him, but it wasn’t demanding or begging. She spoke calmly stating what she wanted from him.

Albedo was used to her mouth telling him to fuck her wet pussy with his cock, it wasn’t new, but he couldn’t recall when she started talking to him like that.

Albedo finally closed the distance then placed his hands below her knees, a knee resting on the table table. His nose nudged Barbara’s chin up and he kissed her. It didn’t matter when she started talking like that, it was still such a turn on.

“We’ll have to clean the table from your juices, dear.” A mere passing comment.

“Yeah.” Barbara mumbled against his lips, growing impatient due to the disappearance of the toy and his awfully slow advances. At least, to the aroused woman, it seemed that Albedo was biding his time. And she simply just wanted him to pound her shamelessly.

In between their kisses, Albedo already positioned his cock at her entrance and slipped fully inside perfectly. Barbara only noticed this when she felt his entire length inside of her and her walls that were throbbing clenched onto Albedo.

Albedo swore as she squeezed his cock and Barbara leaned back as her body was ravaged by another climax. “You played with that thing for too long.” He hissed into her collarbone and she gripped his shoulders.

“I wanted you so badly.” Her tone sounded like she was close to crying as her body continued to shake.

Hearing this Albedo pulled his torso away and grabbed her legs and pulled her closer, gaining a moan from the woman still being ravaged from her climax. And forcing her to lean back on the table with her arms bent.

“Then, I apologize, I will make it up for you.” He comforted her as he thrusted in her steadily. Barbara gasped, her eyes wide and twisted her torso and clenched the edge of the table. She was still being racked by her high and he was already pounding her.

This was what she wanted though, and he knew it.

“Albedo…” Her voice was so tearful and all she said was his name.

Albedo was even more aroused by it, and his body’s natural response to Barbara’s distress was to quicken the pace.

It didn’t take long, but he could already feel another wave of convulsions from Barbara. He knew her well enough to know when she was so close to cumming, just as she would with him.

“You prepared yourself well for me, I need to reward you.” Albedo said his eyes burning at the sight of his squirming lover. He was close, how could he not be with Barbara looking and acting the way she was. Having a toy inside of her to be ready for this moment, her currently squeezing his cock so tightly and her voice calling him in such a manner.

Who could resist, even the alchemist that was known to be emotionless could not resist.

“Albedo.” Barbara called out for him, a hand releasing the table, her eyes closed as she panted and tried to reach for him. He captured her aimless hand.

“I’m right here.” He rested her hand on his chest as he continued to pound her and leaned closer to her. She felt his presence and opened her hazy eyes filled with desire.

“Albedo.” She mumbled, tears pooling at the corner of her eyes. Her moans were not stopping, and he focused on her sweet voice wailing because of him, wailing for him.

She called out for him again, her nails digging into his chest and her eyes closing again, he captured her lips, her moans drowned out by the wetness of their kisses.

“Barbara, your reward.” He pulled away from her lips just to tell her that and her eyes instantly shot open and before a reply could be said his lips ate her mouth again.

And she felt him release into her and she moaned against his lips, he thrusts inside her slowed. When he finished cumming inside of her, he pulled his dick away and stood in front of the table, dick in hand as he pumped it, to maintain its hardness.

“Do you like my reward?” He asked his aqua eyes filled with lust as he stroked himself before his lover whose legs were spread for him to see his seeds and her cum slip down onto the table, sitting up with one arm behind her as support.

Barbara was watching him back, her free hand reaching into her cunt and rubbing her finger there, as if collecting his cum. “You know I do.”

The corner of Albedo’s lips twitched and he chuckled and he smiled at her.

“Yes, that I do.” A silence blanketed them but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, and Albedo’s cock was now fully revitalized. The lust in the two’s eyes was very clear.

“My pussy still wants that cock of yours.” Were Barbara’s firm words as her partner smiled at her as if that was what he was waiting for.

“Ah, even that I know.” He got back up on the table, his face in front of hers, his eyes staring at her swollen lips. “You want that pussy to be thoroughly fed.”

“Yes.” The hand on her cunt found his dick as her free hand captured his head and kissed him.

Barbara’s deft hands stroked him and his fingers found her gushing cunt and his thumb stroked her as they shared wet kisses.

They spent their time inside each other, moaning and groping and reaching another climax for a few more hours. But their time together would have to come to an end.

After all, Albedo designing and making her clothes was a secret. This affair they had was evidently a secret too.

Albedo was the one to pull away first. Maybe because he understood and firmly believed in structures due to being a researcher. Albedo and Barbara knew that they had things to do after. They knew their meetings were a secret and by the end of their fun they would have t o part and continue on with their lives.

He had gotten his pants on and stared at Barbara who was naked on the couch with closed legs, looking so close to being upset.

“We have to go.” Albedo reminded Barbara who stared at him with a visible frown, outside of their affair he would have been surprised because it was uncommon, but right now that was not the case.

His heartstrings were tugged at the sight. And he grabbed her leggings to hand to her. “Did you not bring any underwear?” He had to be strong, he knew the value of time and they couldn’t risk being missing any longer than they already have.

Barbara thought of his question for a moment, “I have a fresh one in my pouch.” She absently pointed at the bag that was at the foot of the table where their cloak and his coat was. He was surprised to see it there, he had not noticed it when he entered.

He made his way there and grabbed her bag and pulled a set of black lace undergarments. He involuntarily swallowed due to the item in his hands. He knew what she was doing, but he still had to stay strong.

“Here.” Albedo offered to a dazed Barbara who had her knees brought closely to her chin. She glanced at the lace underwear with surprised eyes and then she recalled why it was there a sly smile appeared on her swollen lips.

He was standing behind her and she glanced up at him, the smile on her mouth captured his attention. The next thing he knew, Barbara’s feet rested on the couch’s arm and a hand was spreading her folds.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, Albedo.” He exhaled and glanced at her totally creamed cunt. He didn’t even know how many times he came inside of her. He shouldn’t be aroused, he can’t, they have to leave. “I want you to take a picture of what you’ve done.”

Albedo was surprised at her words, and his shaking eyes stared at her steady blue eyes.

“I want you to take a picture of my pussy filled with your cum, and when it’s at night, when I am not close by. I want you to look at it and remember that it’s your cum inside that dripping piece of pussy.” Barbara’s eyes were locked at his adam’s apple that boobed at her suggestion, the fingers of his hand holding out her underwear were shaking.

“If you don’t want to, it’s alright.” Barbara mumbled when he didn’t reply and she placed a hand on his shaking fingers to get her underwear. Albedo’s hand squeezes her hand, the black lace between their hands.

“Yes, I’d want that. I’d use it well and will think of no one but you. And when we see each other again, I will refill that pussy of yours with nothing but my seeds. And it will be full again like that picture.” Albedo rested his hands on the back of the couch for support as he leaned down to kiss Barbara. “Or maybe even more.”

Barbara replied with a moan against his lips and Albedo felt the smile on her lips.

Just this once, he will break the structure. Just this once, he will not follow the careful plan and time he had organized just to be with her for just a little bit longer.

Albedo took pictures of her, some with her cunt and a part of her inner legs. Ones with her legs spread and breasts revealed. Ones where she is spreading her folds for him. And ones where she is groping her breast or breasts. All of which did not show her head or hair or any identification of who was in the shot. All of which clearly showed how much he came inside of her.

Albedo continued to dress after taking her pictures, the bulge in his pants clear. He watched Barbara still naked by the couch, her black lace underwear in her hand. With a sigh she slipped it through her ankles and then knees and finally had it on her crotch.

Barbara turned her head and realized that Albedo was silently watching her from across the arm of the couch. She smiled and was on her knees on the couch as she neared him. Once there, she rested a hand on it and the other cupped her crotch.

“You really creamed on me a lot this time.” Her tone was calm as her palm pressed itself against her.

“I know you like being creamed.” Barbara chuckled at his response.

“Yes, I do. It makes me feel like you’re still here with me– well, you are still inside of me, at least until I have to scrape the remnants off later today.” It was clear that Barbara was sad. Albedo knew that she hated when they had to part like this.

“We’ve been busy.” He rested his hand over Barbara’s hand that was on the couch.

“We haven’t seen each other for two weeks.” Barbara’s tone was stirring Albedo’s heartstrings again. He leaned close to her ear. These kinds of reactions she would make him feel were things he was used to now.

“That’s why I creamed so much on you, I’ve saved it all for you.” At Albedo’s words, Barbara pulled away from his face and frowned. Normally, that would have cheered her up, somehow. “We’ll still see each other when we can.”

“Yeah.” Barbara agreed.

“I will keep and use the pictures well.” She nodded in response with pressed lips.

But they only ever meet whenever he has to take measurements for his designs or when she has a fitting. Outside in public, Barbara and Albedo barely crossed paths, and if they did it was a small nod here or smile there.

They were virtually merely acquaintances in public. But they didn’t mind it because when they were alone but together, like they were right now, those moments were just theirs.

Male hands cupped Barbara’s face. “Then we’ll meet more often.” Barbara blinked at Albedo’s serious words and she couldn’t help but smile and giggle a little.

“Then, I will proudly walk around the remaining hours of the day with your cum inside of me.” She observed his eyes darken. “And when the day comes to an end, when I am in my bath, these soft hands,” she brushed the hand that was on her crotch against his jaw “will patiently remove your semen from inside of me. Thinking and waiting for the next time you reclaim and refill this slutty little pussy of mine with your cock and cum.”

He growled softly, “Then I can’t wait for when we meet again, my dear deaconess.”

He couldn’t recall since when Barbara loved using the words: pussy, cock, cunt, dick and so much more. But he can’t deny it, when her lips form and the words roll out of her mouth, it was too sweet to dislike. Or maybe because she loved singing and had a good voice that made her tone and words even more sweeter than it should have. Either way, he couldn’t imagine Barbara not saying how much her pussy loved his cock.

It was unclear who kissed who, but they shared another kiss, as if sealing a deal.

They were alright that no one knew they were a couple, the time spent together was even more valuable because of it.

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Barbara was busy with the church and Albedo was too busy with his research that the two had no choice but to endure days apart from one another. The only consolation was probably the thought that the other was thinking of them at night while they played alone, thinking and calling out their names as they reached their climax. Hoping to be filled by the other soon.

Barbara was hurriedly walking at Mondstadt and turned left suddenly and was met with an obstruction.

“Ouch!” Barbara tried to find her footing with closed eyes as she rubbed her forehead. Familiar hands gripped her wrist.

She recognized the firm hold on her wrist and the scent that entered her nose. Her eyes opened and she was staring back at the aqua blue eyes of Albedo. He didn’t even look panicked at all, she was used to this though, at least in public she was.

“Oh, Mister Albedo.” Barbara smiled politely and Albedo let go of her wrist.

“Mister Albedo, I told you we weren’t in a hurry.” Came the voice of a female who was running towards Albedo.

“Oh, Sucrose, hello!” Barbara greeted the assistant of Albedo with a warm smile, her eyes squinting.

“Ah, Barbara, hello, I’m sorry did Mister Albedo hurt you?” Sucrose asked as she inspected Barbara.

“Sucrose, what do I look like to you?” He mumbled and Sucrose gave her senior a long side glance filled with distrust.

“Don’t worry, Mister Albedo didn’t hurt me at all!” Barbara smiled brightly and Albedo and Sucrose blinked in unison. “Well, you two seem busy and I am in a hurry. I suppose I will see you soon!”

“Hmm.” Albedo mumbled.

“Ah, yes, see you!” Sucrose said at the same time as Albedo’s moan of agreement.

Barbara cheerily left as that was how she always was.

“Sucrose, let’s go.” Albedo commanded as he took a step forward, unphased by meeting Barbara.

“Mister Albedo, you better apologize to Barbara properly!” Was the last thing Barbara heard from Sucrose as she waved to a kid who called her name.

Albedo and Barbara were like this in public, they barely interacted. How they were able to act like complete strangers was something they didn’t exactly know they could or should have done. Even when they had seen each other naked in more times than anyone would have imagined, acting like this was the norm. And even though they shared way too many intimate moments in each other’s arms, acting the way they did was still very natural to them.

Still, it made their relationship even more valuable. The secrecy was something that was unintended but was better this way. In this way, no one would say anything that could affect their view or affection toward the other. In this way, their time together was gentle and tender and affectionate, and the sex was great.

They didn’t judge each other, they just accepted.

~.~.~.~.~.~

AUTHOR’S NOTES: 

This is my first POSTED smut, not the first I made, I have a few in the WIP graveyard.
I am surprised it would be this (I guess some would say crack) couple whose sexy time gets posted first.

And yes, I will be posting more, but like, just their sexy times, I think.

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All is fair in love and war

51,200 words

On the surface, Alec Lightwood has everything. He is an adviser to the President, he’s a sought-after bachelor, and has the luxuries of the world at his fingertips. But he is also a sick bird in a gilded cage, and if he keeps on going like this, he probably won’t make it to his forties.

Magnus Bane is a professional dom, offering his services to the famous and rich. He’s a fighter in the submissive rights movement and the Head of the Board of the only submissives’ shelter in New York City. He is a thorn in the flesh of old-school dominants, working hard to support the change that he believes is inevitably coming.

What will happen when the paths of these very different men cross?

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The sixth of seven brand new Drarry fics inspired by the seven Weasley siblings.

@drarrymadhatterstuff​, this collab’s initiator and sole reason we even exist, drew Ron Weasley from her hat and promptly proceeded to torture said Weasley with an eyeful he’ll not soon forget. At least he’s not the one responsible for the disaster.

Ron| Super Sleuths And Dicking Around

Author:@drarrymadhatterstuff​​
Word Count:5,355
Rating: E

Harry’s been acting strange lately, very strange. Hermione is convinced he’s in love, whereas Ron thinks he’s working too hard. To find out the truth, they both snoop around in Harry’s room one evening. I mean, what could possibly go wrong?

Read it now on AO3

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Over the weekend, we’ll give you 7 fics  — plus an accompanying Spotify playlist containing 7 songs, one for each fic included in the collection.

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Seven different writing styles, seven different strengths, seven different weaknesses, all united in one project, working together to create unified themed collections based around the number seven. Each theme has seven threads, each writer assigned a thread to inspire their story, and all combined to create The Seven Shades of Drarry.

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Six years ago, Kiera Anders resolved to put her painful past behind her, seeking a fresh start in New York. She didn’t count on her past finding her again in the form of Caleb Martin – her brother’s former best friend and her first love. Now with millions to his name, a playboy reputation, and a closet full of skeletons, the cold and distant “Mr. Martin” is so different from the sweet Caleb she…

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Okay, I know, I know… my brain only works for sexual thematics but…

Peter being this out of breath after a particularly hectic session with Tony? Rolling over after Tony has finished using his ass? All sensitive and vulnerable??

*shiver*

I imagine Tony Stark showing up at his mentee’s place, banging him savagely while Aunt May doesn’t suspect anything, absolutely oblivious in the kitchen.

Or, secret scenario out of nowhere… a college AU, with Young Tony meeting his boyfriend in the dorms to screw him between classes.

Or, or, or, damn, or enemies Tony and Peter having sex despite their animosity, and once they’re done, once they’re satisfied, they pull away making disgusted sounds, acting like they’ve just been burned, but through the few seconds after orgasm… Peter is unable to hide how good it felt to be banged by the high school playboy. His cock was so damn good.

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

@diedbeforeturning25

    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

“You may kiss me, my beautiful white haired prince” Izuna said, in the most dramatic way. Allowing his lover to kiss him, kissing back gently.

Pulling away a bit after, as he locked his eyes with Tobirama’s, Smiling a bit. “Could we go check out the uchiha compound. I need to know if they are all calm”

Tobirama snorts into the kiss, pulling away when Izuna does to simply rest his forehead against Izuna’s. He was a moment - a quiet peaceful one, where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Soon. Why don’t we stay here for a little while?” It is a suggestion more than anything, and Tobirama soon emphasises his desire by folding himself next to Izuna instead of hovering over him.

“Aww, could it be the Great tobirama is missing my love” The Uchiha Said, teasingly. “You may be even more softer than Madara”

He extended his arms outwards, grabing His lover’s hands, pulling Tobirama into a hug. As he rested his head on his chest. “I’ll give you all the love you need. But promise to take me to the compound”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at Izuna’s mockery, moving down to return the hug fully, carefully wrapping his own arms around Izuna’s waist. He can feel the slight rose of the bandages beneath, thumbing at their edge.

“I will, I will,” he confirms the promise, pressing his forehead against Izuna’s once more, “but you promise me to be careful.”

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

@diedbeforeturning25

    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

diedbeforeturning25

“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

“You may kiss me, my beautiful white haired prince” Izuna said, in the most dramatic way. Allowing his lover to kiss him, kissing back gently.

Pulling away a bit after, as he locked his eyes with Tobirama’s, Smiling a bit. “Could we go check out the uchiha compound. I need to know if they are all calm”

Tobirama snorts into the kiss, pulling away when Izuna does to simply rest his forehead against Izuna’s. He was a moment - a quiet peaceful one, where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Soon. Why don’t we stay here for a little while?” It is a suggestion more than anything, and Tobirama soon emphasises his desire by folding himself next to Izuna instead of hovering over him.

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

diedbeforeturning25

“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

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Izanagi | Secret Relationship

@diedbeforeturning25

    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

diedbeforeturning25

“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

“You may kiss me, my beautiful white haired prince” Izuna said, in the most dramatic way. Allowing his lover to kiss him, kissing back gently.

Pulling away a bit after, as he locked his eyes with Tobirama’s, Smiling a bit. “Could we go check out the uchiha compound. I need to know if they are all calm”

Tobirama snorts into the kiss, pulling away when Izuna does to simply rest his forehead against Izuna’s. He was a moment - a quiet peaceful one, where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Soon. Why don’t we stay here for a little while?” It is a suggestion more than anything, and Tobirama soon emphasises his desire by folding himself next to Izuna instead of hovering over him.

“Aww, could it be the Great tobirama is missing my love” The Uchiha Said, teasingly. “You may be even more softer than Madara”

He extended his arms outwards, grabing His lover’s hands, pulling Tobirama into a hug. As he rested his head on his chest. “I’ll give you all the love you need. But promise to take me to the compound”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at Izuna’s mockery, moving down to return the hug fully, carefully wrapping his own arms around Izuna’s waist. He can feel the slight rose of the bandages beneath, thumbing at their edge.

“I will, I will,” he confirms the promise, pressing his forehead against Izuna’s once more, “but you promise me to be careful.”

“Then you’ll take me right now to the compound if I promise to be cateful?” He asked, attempting to look as cute as possible. He knew somewhere deep inside, that his cuteness will probably have an effect on Tobirama.

“Please Tobi? I promise, I’ll be way more carefule!”

“I am sure that you will,” Tobirama shakes his head fondly, moving to rest on his side. He’s aware of Izuna’s doings but he doesn’t let them affect him more than they have already. The man will have to try harder than that.

“I’ll eventually take you there. Not yet. I don’t want to face your brother quite so soon.”

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Izuna Appreciation Week

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“And you love this insufferable boy” He mumbled to himself after he kissed him. Thpugh, of course he didn’t think that way of himself. He thought he was being the best boyfriend anyone could want.

Waiting for him, he stared at the ceiling, since really, there was nothing to do. Making him miss work more. It wasn’t long before he looked out the window, wondering if the Uchiha have read his message or not, and what do they think of it.

He does.

Tobirama soon returns to Izuna’s side, looking around in hopes that no one is going to flag him down and make him leave. Izuna’s room is still void of other medics so Tobirama slips in, seating himself by Izuna’s side again.

“Look, here I am. With food. So you cannot complain now.”

Izuna turned his head upon hearing Tobirama’s voice “Good. Also good that you do indeed listen to me.” He rested his head back, as he watched the other sit down.

“So What do you think they think now? I’m honestly dying of curiosty here”

Tobirama makes himself comfortable, posing the container with his food on the bedside table so he can eat while listening to Izuna and talking to him. The question makes him furrow his brows, though, and he gives Izuna a look, mouth full of rice.

“They - who?” He questions, one brow lifting up after a moment.

“The Uchiha clan of course. Why would i ask of anyone else?“  Izuna replies, sighing. “That is if life isn’t willing to make me hate it, and they actually recieved it”

“Or even life is preparing for me a bigger surprise and that perhaps Mana escaped.” Which he absolutely hoped not to. But with the events that hapened so far, the impossible is possible.

“Ah, well,” Tobirama begins indignantly, pausing his eating, “they must have gotten it and are probably a bit chaotic right now.”

He could reach out with his senses and try to feel Madara’s burning chakra to see if he’s burned down anything yet and if he’s currently making his way over. He doesn’t, though, still low on chakra and exhausted.

“And i dont think she would have escaped. Don’t worry about that.”

“I honestly don’t know what isn’t possible anymore. Hopefully they did. I really wanna check on them soon.“  Izuna continued, “And i’m more hoping they send someone to check on me. Even if it’s an annoying elder.”

But it’s not like he wanted to end his peaceful time.

“You sure though? She was able to beat me”

Tobirama frowns at that and folds himself over Izuna’s lap - his head rests there at least, the rest of his body on the uncomfortable chair he slept in before.

“I am sure your brother will rush over as soon as possible and I don’t think he’s going to be delighted when he sees me here..” because Madara still doesn’t know about them. Or probably doesn’t. Tobirama wasn’t chased down and threatened to be violently murdered yet.

“As I am sure that she will not escape. Don’t worry, I have my methods.”

“He didn’t hear about this yet? Well that’s surprising.” Izuna bent down, as gentely played with Tobirama’s hair. “You know, your hair’s really beautiful”

Starting up a new conversation just to stop himself from worrying, well that was good thinking of Izuna.

“I never noticed how good it looks on you”

“Of course he knows,” Tobirama snorts, leaning into Izuna’s hand - it’s relaxing to feel that once again, “but Hashirama banned him from moping around and threatening to collapse the whole hospital.”

He has thungsyro say about the hair thing but he doesn’t. After everything that just happened, he wants to enjoy all his time with Izuna. Even if it’s going to give them away.

“At least someone appreciates it.”

“Of course he banned him, as much as he can be angry, I’m quite missing him.” Izuna tilted his head to the side, “not all people do?” he asked, actually surprised how someone can not love it. “I mean, I’m seriously bored of seeing only black hair everyday”

“Tomorrow,” Tobirama promises, “you will get to see your brother tomorrow, certainly. You should rest today and not worry about him. I would send anija a message about keeping Madara away from the hospital but I am pretty sure that would be just result of in both of them barging and bulldozing everyone and everything down. ”

Carefully, the Senju folds his arms beneath him, pressing his face to Izuna’s thigh to hide himself away. Hid colouring has long since been a strange subject, seeing as no one could figure out just how generically fucked up he is and how much of that is just his mother’s influence.

“Mm, how about Hikaru and Naori? Those two should stand out, then?”

“Well of course they do stand out and all, but i want to see hair like yours more.” The Uchiha smiled. He sure found it pretty.

“It reminds of pretty white gems, diamons to be more exact. Which makes you way more good looking than all the other Senju. I could go on for hours about your look, y'know?”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at so many unnecessarily compliments but he does not tell Izuna off, no matter how much he wants to. He will let it slide this time around.

“Thank you, then, though I have my own doubts about your words,” he confesses, not moving his face from Izuna’s thigh. Hits hand does tighten around Izuna’s though.

“You think I’m lying? I would never!” Izuna replied back, pouting. “I really do like your hair. It’s better than my plain black one”

“Can we go on a walk together? I’m getting bored sitting in this room. There isn’t anything to do here. And I don’t remember any more words to describe your beauty!”

Tobirama rolls his eyes fondly, placing his hand over Izuna’s wound to determine what state it is in. He knows Izuna should rest, he wants to push it onto his boyfriend. But he doesn’t, against his better judgement.

“We can if you promise me that you won’t run around. And that you’ll stay by my side and allow me to help you around so you don’t tear out your stitches,” Tobirama demands, ever-worried for Izuna’s sake. He knows that Izuna is far from fragile but the near-loss of him still haunts Tobiramavs conscience.

“Is that agreeable?”

Izuna backed off a bit as a reflex of Tobirama touching his wound, “Yikes, that stung, be careful when you touch it” he said as he watched Tobirama think about it.

“Alright alright, I won’t run too much and I’ll be by your side, but that means you will let me go anywhere I want, correct?” He asked back, putting on a cute face, perhaps it might help with the answer, knowing that he would probably say no to it. 

“Sorry, I only meant to check it,” Tobirama shakes his head, withdrawing his hand before standing up. He winces slightly when Izuna gives him his best puppy eyes, knowing well that the damn minx will get away with this no matter what he says.

“Within a range of reason, ‘Zu. I have the right to veto your demands if it’s too crazy.”

It’s not a no and that in itself is a miracle. The issue is, that Tobirama will have to fetch Izuna at least a standard-issue yukata if he wants to go outside without his ass hanging out of the hospital gown.

"Still, be careful, a little more careful.” Izuna replies. Smiling at Tobirama’s answer. His puppy eyes always work, that was something he loved about his cute appearance, he wasnt a big fan of it, he was seen as a cutie.

“Yay! Thank you tobi!” He replied happily.

“now Mind getting me some clothes, don’t wanna be walking around naked”

"I will,” Tobirama reassures him, getting up so he can get Izuna some clothes before his boyfriend gets whiny about them. With a small nod, he hiraishins away, leaving Izuna alone for a while again.

One of his marks is close enough to the Uchiha compound so he doesn’t have to worry about a long trek. The hardest part is sneaking into the compound without Madara coming out of left field to murder him. Which he just about manages, quickly disappearing back to the hospital.

When he appears again, he hops in through the window (again), handing Izuna his clothes and sandals.

“Hopefully these are okay.”

"These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“And you love this insufferable boy” He mumbled to himself after he kissed him. Thpugh, of course he didn’t think that way of himself. He thought he was being the best boyfriend anyone could want.

Waiting for him, he stared at the ceiling, since really, there was nothing to do. Making him miss work more. It wasn’t long before he looked out the window, wondering if the Uchiha have read his message or not, and what do they think of it.

He does.

Tobirama soon returns to Izuna’s side, looking around in hopes that no one is going to flag him down and make him leave. Izuna’s room is still void of other medics so Tobirama slips in, seating himself by Izuna’s side again.

“Look, here I am. With food. So you cannot complain now.”

Izuna turned his head upon hearing Tobirama’s voice “Good. Also good that you do indeed listen to me.” He rested his head back, as he watched the other sit down.

“So What do you think they think now? I’m honestly dying of curiosty here”

Tobirama makes himself comfortable, posing the container with his food on the bedside table so he can eat while listening to Izuna and talking to him. The question makes him furrow his brows, though, and he gives Izuna a look, mouth full of rice.

“They - who?” He questions, one brow lifting up after a moment.

“The Uchiha clan of course. Why would i ask of anyone else?“  Izuna replies, sighing. “That is if life isn’t willing to make me hate it, and they actually recieved it”

“Or even life is preparing for me a bigger surprise and that perhaps Mana escaped.” Which he absolutely hoped not to. But with the events that hapened so far, the impossible is possible.

“Ah, well,” Tobirama begins indignantly, pausing his eating, “they must have gotten it and are probably a bit chaotic right now.”

He could reach out with his senses and try to feel Madara’s burning chakra to see if he’s burned down anything yet and if he’s currently making his way over. He doesn’t, though, still low on chakra and exhausted.

“And i dont think she would have escaped. Don’t worry about that.”

“I honestly don’t know what isn’t possible anymore. Hopefully they did. I really wanna check on them soon.“  Izuna continued, “And i’m more hoping they send someone to check on me. Even if it’s an annoying elder.”

But it’s not like he wanted to end his peaceful time.

“You sure though? She was able to beat me”

Tobirama frowns at that and folds himself over Izuna’s lap - his head rests there at least, the rest of his body on the uncomfortable chair he slept in before.

“I am sure your brother will rush over as soon as possible and I don’t think he’s going to be delighted when he sees me here..” because Madara still doesn’t know about them. Or probably doesn’t. Tobirama wasn’t chased down and threatened to be violently murdered yet.

“As I am sure that she will not escape. Don’t worry, I have my methods.”

“He didn’t hear about this yet? Well that’s surprising.” Izuna bent down, as gentely played with Tobirama’s hair. “You know, your hair’s really beautiful”

Starting up a new conversation just to stop himself from worrying, well that was good thinking of Izuna.

“I never noticed how good it looks on you”

“Of course he knows,” Tobirama snorts, leaning into Izuna’s hand - it’s relaxing to feel that once again, “but Hashirama banned him from moping around and threatening to collapse the whole hospital.”

He has thungsyro say about the hair thing but he doesn’t. After everything that just happened, he wants to enjoy all his time with Izuna. Even if it’s going to give them away.

“At least someone appreciates it.”

“Of course he banned him, as much as he can be angry, I’m quite missing him.” Izuna tilted his head to the side, “not all people do?” he asked, actually surprised how someone can not love it. “I mean, I’m seriously bored of seeing only black hair everyday”

“Tomorrow,” Tobirama promises, “you will get to see your brother tomorrow, certainly. You should rest today and not worry about him. I would send anija a message about keeping Madara away from the hospital but I am pretty sure that would be just result of in both of them barging and bulldozing everyone and everything down. ”

Carefully, the Senju folds his arms beneath him, pressing his face to Izuna’s thigh to hide himself away. Hid colouring has long since been a strange subject, seeing as no one could figure out just how generically fucked up he is and how much of that is just his mother’s influence.

“Mm, how about Hikaru and Naori? Those two should stand out, then?”

“Well of course they do stand out and all, but i want to see hair like yours more.” The Uchiha smiled. He sure found it pretty.

“It reminds of pretty white gems, diamons to be more exact. Which makes you way more good looking than all the other Senju. I could go on for hours about your look, y'know?”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at so many unnecessarily compliments but he does not tell Izuna off, no matter how much he wants to. He will let it slide this time around.

“Thank you, then, though I have my own doubts about your words,” he confesses, not moving his face from Izuna’s thigh. Hits hand does tighten around Izuna’s though.

“You think I’m lying? I would never!” Izuna replied back, pouting. “I really do like your hair. It’s better than my plain black one”

“Can we go on a walk together? I’m getting bored sitting in this room. There isn’t anything to do here. And I don’t remember any more words to describe your beauty!”

Tobirama rolls his eyes fondly, placing his hand over Izuna’s wound to determine what state it is in. He knows Izuna should rest, he wants to push it onto his boyfriend. But he doesn’t, against his better judgement.

“We can if you promise me that you won’t run around. And that you’ll stay by my side and allow me to help you around so you don’t tear out your stitches,” Tobirama demands, ever-worried for Izuna’s sake. He knows that Izuna is far from fragile but the near-loss of him still haunts Tobiramavs conscience.

“Is that agreeable?”

Izuna backed off a bit as a reflex of Tobirama touching his wound, "Yikes, that stung, be careful when you touch it” he said as he watched Tobirama think about it.

“Alright alright, I won’t run too much and I’ll be by your side, but that means you will let me go anywhere I want, correct?” He asked back, putting on a cute face, perhaps it might help with the answer, knowing that he would probably say no to it. 

"Sorry, I only meant to check it,” Tobirama shakes his head, withdrawing his hand before standing up. He winces slightly when Izuna gives him his best puppy eyes, knowing well that the damn minx will get away with this no matter what he says.

“Within a range of reason, ‘Zu. I have the right to veto your demands if it’s too crazy.”

It’s not a no and that in itself is a miracle. The issue is, that Tobirama will have to fetch Izuna at least a standard-issue yukata if he wants to go outside without his ass hanging out of the hospital gown.

"Still, be careful, a little more careful.” Izuna replies. Smiling at Tobirama’s answer. His puppy eyes always work, that was something he loved about his cute appearance, he wasnt a big fan of it, he was seen as a cutie.

“Yay! Thank you tobi!” He replied happily.

“now Mind getting me some clothes, don’t wanna be walking around naked”

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“And you love this insufferable boy” He mumbled to himself after he kissed him. Thpugh, of course he didn’t think that way of himself. He thought he was being the best boyfriend anyone could want.

Waiting for him, he stared at the ceiling, since really, there was nothing to do. Making him miss work more. It wasn’t long before he looked out the window, wondering if the Uchiha have read his message or not, and what do they think of it.

He does.

Tobirama soon returns to Izuna’s side, looking around in hopes that no one is going to flag him down and make him leave. Izuna’s room is still void of other medics so Tobirama slips in, seating himself by Izuna’s side again.

“Look, here I am. With food. So you cannot complain now.”

Izuna turned his head upon hearing Tobirama’s voice “Good. Also good that you do indeed listen to me.” He rested his head back, as he watched the other sit down.

“So What do you think they think now? I’m honestly dying of curiosty here”

Tobirama makes himself comfortable, posing the container with his food on the bedside table so he can eat while listening to Izuna and talking to him. The question makes him furrow his brows, though, and he gives Izuna a look, mouth full of rice.

“They - who?” He questions, one brow lifting up after a moment.

“The Uchiha clan of course. Why would i ask of anyone else?“  Izuna replies, sighing. “That is if life isn’t willing to make me hate it, and they actually recieved it”

“Or even life is preparing for me a bigger surprise and that perhaps Mana escaped.” Which he absolutely hoped not to. But with the events that hapened so far, the impossible is possible.

“Ah, well,” Tobirama begins indignantly, pausing his eating, “they must have gotten it and are probably a bit chaotic right now.”

He could reach out with his senses and try to feel Madara’s burning chakra to see if he’s burned down anything yet and if he’s currently making his way over. He doesn’t, though, still low on chakra and exhausted.

“And i dont think she would have escaped. Don’t worry about that.”

“I honestly don’t know what isn’t possible anymore. Hopefully they did. I really wanna check on them soon.“  Izuna continued, “And i’m more hoping they send someone to check on me. Even if it’s an annoying elder.”

But it’s not like he wanted to end his peaceful time.

“You sure though? She was able to beat me”

Tobirama frowns at that and folds himself over Izuna’s lap - his head rests there at least, the rest of his body on the uncomfortable chair he slept in before.

“I am sure your brother will rush over as soon as possible and I don’t think he’s going to be delighted when he sees me here..” because Madara still doesn’t know about them. Or probably doesn’t. Tobirama wasn’t chased down and threatened to be violently murdered yet.

“As I am sure that she will not escape. Don’t worry, I have my methods.”

“He didn’t hear about this yet? Well that’s surprising.” Izuna bent down, as gentely played with Tobirama’s hair. “You know, your hair’s really beautiful”

Starting up a new conversation just to stop himself from worrying, well that was good thinking of Izuna.

“I never noticed how good it looks on you”

“Of course he knows,” Tobirama snorts, leaning into Izuna’s hand - it’s relaxing to feel that once again, “but Hashirama banned him from moping around and threatening to collapse the whole hospital.”

He has thungsyro say about the hair thing but he doesn’t. After everything that just happened, he wants to enjoy all his time with Izuna. Even if it’s going to give them away.

“At least someone appreciates it.”

“Of course he banned him, as much as he can be angry, I’m quite missing him.” Izuna tilted his head to the side, “not all people do?” he asked, actually surprised how someone can not love it. “I mean, I’m seriously bored of seeing only black hair everyday”

“Tomorrow,” Tobirama promises, “you will get to see your brother tomorrow, certainly. You should rest today and not worry about him. I would send anija a message about keeping Madara away from the hospital but I am pretty sure that would be just result of in both of them barging and bulldozing everyone and everything down. ”

Carefully, the Senju folds his arms beneath him, pressing his face to Izuna’s thigh to hide himself away. Hid colouring has long since been a strange subject, seeing as no one could figure out just how generically fucked up he is and how much of that is just his mother’s influence.

“Mm, how about Hikaru and Naori? Those two should stand out, then?”

“Well of course they do stand out and all, but i want to see hair like yours more.” The Uchiha smiled. He sure found it pretty.

“It reminds of pretty white gems, diamons to be more exact. Which makes you way more good looking than all the other Senju. I could go on for hours about your look, y'know?”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at so many unnecessarily compliments but he does not tell Izuna off, no matter how much he wants to. He will let it slide this time around.

“Thank you, then, though I have my own doubts about your words,” he confesses, not moving his face from Izuna’s thigh. Hits hand does tighten around Izuna’s though.

"You think I’m lying? I would never!” Izuna replied back, pouting. “I really do like your hair. It’s better than my plain black one”

“Can we go on a walk together? I’m getting bored sitting in this room. There isn’t anything to do here. And I don’t remember any more words to describe your beauty!”

Tobirama rolls his eyes fondly, placing his hand over Izuna’s wound to determine what state it is in. He knows Izuna should rest, he wants to push it onto his boyfriend. But he doesn’t, against his better judgement.

"We can if you promise me that you won’t run around. And that you’ll stay by my side and allow me to help you around so you don’t tear out your stitches,” Tobirama demands, ever-worried for Izuna’s sake. He knows that Izuna is far from fragile but the near-loss of him still haunts Tobiramavs conscience.

“Is that agreeable?”

Izuna backed off a bit as a reflex of Tobirama touching his wound, "Yikes, that stung, be careful when you touch it” he said as he watched Tobirama think about it.

“Alright alright, I won’t run too much and I’ll be by your side, but that means you will let me go anywhere I want, correct?” He asked back, putting on a cute face, perhaps it might help with the answer, knowing that he would probably say no to it. 

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“And you love this insufferable boy” He mumbled to himself after he kissed him. Thpugh, of course he didn’t think that way of himself. He thought he was being the best boyfriend anyone could want.

Waiting for him, he stared at the ceiling, since really, there was nothing to do. Making him miss work more. It wasn’t long before he looked out the window, wondering if the Uchiha have read his message or not, and what do they think of it.

He does.

Tobirama soon returns to Izuna’s side, looking around in hopes that no one is going to flag him down and make him leave. Izuna’s room is still void of other medics so Tobirama slips in, seating himself by Izuna’s side again.

“Look, here I am. With food. So you cannot complain now.”

Izuna turned his head upon hearing Tobirama’s voice “Good. Also good that you do indeed listen to me.” He rested his head back, as he watched the other sit down.

“So What do you think they think now? I’m honestly dying of curiosty here”

Tobirama makes himself comfortable, posing the container with his food on the bedside table so he can eat while listening to Izuna and talking to him. The question makes him furrow his brows, though, and he gives Izuna a look, mouth full of rice.

“They - who?” He questions, one brow lifting up after a moment.

“The Uchiha clan of course. Why would i ask of anyone else?“  Izuna replies, sighing. “That is if life isn’t willing to make me hate it, and they actually recieved it”

“Or even life is preparing for me a bigger surprise and that perhaps Mana escaped.” Which he absolutely hoped not to. But with the events that hapened so far, the impossible is possible.

“Ah, well,” Tobirama begins indignantly, pausing his eating, “they must have gotten it and are probably a bit chaotic right now.”

He could reach out with his senses and try to feel Madara’s burning chakra to see if he’s burned down anything yet and if he’s currently making his way over. He doesn’t, though, still low on chakra and exhausted.

“And i dont think she would have escaped. Don’t worry about that.”

“I honestly don’t know what isn’t possible anymore. Hopefully they did. I really wanna check on them soon.“  Izuna continued, “And i’m more hoping they send someone to check on me. Even if it’s an annoying elder.”

But it’s not like he wanted to end his peaceful time.

“You sure though? She was able to beat me”

Tobirama frowns at that and folds himself over Izuna’s lap - his head rests there at least, the rest of his body on the uncomfortable chair he slept in before.

“I am sure your brother will rush over as soon as possible and I don’t think he’s going to be delighted when he sees me here..” because Madara still doesn’t know about them. Or probably doesn’t. Tobirama wasn’t chased down and threatened to be violently murdered yet.

“As I am sure that she will not escape. Don’t worry, I have my methods.”

“He didn’t hear about this yet? Well that’s surprising.” Izuna bent down, as gentely played with Tobirama’s hair. “You know, your hair’s really beautiful”

Starting up a new conversation just to stop himself from worrying, well that was good thinking of Izuna.

“I never noticed how good it looks on you”

“Of course he knows,” Tobirama snorts, leaning into Izuna’s hand - it’s relaxing to feel that once again, “but Hashirama banned him from moping around and threatening to collapse the whole hospital.”

He has thungsyro say about the hair thing but he doesn’t. After everything that just happened, he wants to enjoy all his time with Izuna. Even if it’s going to give them away.

“At least someone appreciates it.”

“Of course he banned him, as much as he can be angry, I’m quite missing him.” Izuna tilted his head to the side, “not all people do?” he asked, actually surprised how someone can not love it. “I mean, I’m seriously bored of seeing only black hair everyday”

“Tomorrow,” Tobirama promises, “you will get to see your brother tomorrow, certainly. You should rest today and not worry about him. I would send anija a message about keeping Madara away from the hospital but I am pretty sure that would be just result of in both of them barging and bulldozing everyone and everything down. ”

Carefully, the Senju folds his arms beneath him, pressing his face to Izuna’s thigh to hide himself away. Hid colouring has long since been a strange subject, seeing as no one could figure out just how generically fucked up he is and how much of that is just his mother’s influence.

“Mm, how about Hikaru and Naori? Those two should stand out, then?”

"Well of course they do stand out and all, but i want to see hair like yours more.” The Uchiha smiled. He sure found it pretty.

“It reminds of pretty white gems, diamons to be more exact. Which makes you way more good looking than all the other Senju. I could go on for hours about your look, y'know?”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at so many unnecessarily compliments but he does not tell Izuna off, no matter how much he wants to. He will let it slide this time around.

"Thank you, then, though I have my own doubts about your words,” he confesses, not moving his face from Izuna’s thigh. Hits hand does tighten around Izuna’s though.

"You think I’m lying? I would never!” Izuna replied back, pouting. “I really do like your hair. It’s better than my plain black one”

“Can we go on a walk together? I’m getting bored sitting in this room. There isn’t anything to do here. And I don’t remember any more words to describe your beauty!”

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

“You may kiss me, my beautiful white haired prince” Izuna said, in the most dramatic way. Allowing his lover to kiss him, kissing back gently.

Pulling away a bit after, as he locked his eyes with Tobirama’s, Smiling a bit. “Could we go check out the uchiha compound. I need to know if they are all calm”

Tobirama snorts into the kiss, pulling away when Izuna does to simply rest his forehead against Izuna’s. He was a moment - a quiet peaceful one, where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Soon. Why don’t we stay here for a little while?” It is a suggestion more than anything, and Tobirama soon emphasises his desire by folding himself next to Izuna instead of hovering over him.

“Aww, could it be the Great tobirama is missing my love” The Uchiha Said, teasingly. “You may be even more softer than Madara”

He extended his arms outwards, grabing His lover’s hands, pulling Tobirama into a hug. As he rested his head on his chest. “I’ll give you all the love you need. But promise to take me to the compound”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at Izuna’s mockery, moving down to return the hug fully, carefully wrapping his own arms around Izuna’s waist. He can feel the slight rose of the bandages beneath, thumbing at their edge.

“I will, I will,” he confirms the promise, pressing his forehead against Izuna’s once more, “but you promise me to be careful.”

“Then you’ll take me right now to the compound if I promise to be cateful?” He asked, attempting to look as cute as possible. He knew somewhere deep inside, that his cuteness will probably have an effect on Tobirama.

“Please Tobi? I promise, I’ll be way more carefule!”

“I am sure that you will,” Tobirama shakes his head fondly, moving to rest on his side. He’s aware of Izuna’s doings but he doesn’t let them affect him more than they have already. The man will have to try harder than that.

“I’ll eventually take you there. Not yet. I don’t want to face your brother quite so soon.”

“Come on! Pretty please? You don’t have to worry about Madara being around me! Besides seeing me in this state will make him want to be careful around me. So he probably won’t fight with you!”

He got up, walking circles around tobirama. “pleeeeaaaaseee?”

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

“You may kiss me, my beautiful white haired prince” Izuna said, in the most dramatic way. Allowing his lover to kiss him, kissing back gently.

Pulling away a bit after, as he locked his eyes with Tobirama’s, Smiling a bit. “Could we go check out the uchiha compound. I need to know if they are all calm”

Tobirama snorts into the kiss, pulling away when Izuna does to simply rest his forehead against Izuna’s. He was a moment - a quiet peaceful one, where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Soon. Why don’t we stay here for a little while?” It is a suggestion more than anything, and Tobirama soon emphasises his desire by folding himself next to Izuna instead of hovering over him.

“Aww, could it be the Great tobirama is missing my love” The Uchiha Said, teasingly. “You may be even more softer than Madara”

He extended his arms outwards, grabing His lover’s hands, pulling Tobirama into a hug. As he rested his head on his chest. “I’ll give you all the love you need. But promise to take me to the compound”

Tobirama rolls his eyes at Izuna’s mockery, moving down to return the hug fully, carefully wrapping his own arms around Izuna’s waist. He can feel the slight rose of the bandages beneath, thumbing at their edge.

“I will, I will,” he confirms the promise, pressing his forehead against Izuna’s once more, “but you promise me to be careful.”

“Then you’ll take me right now to the compound if I promise to be cateful?” He asked, attempting to look as cute as possible. He knew somewhere deep inside, that his cuteness will probably have an effect on Tobirama.

“Please Tobi? I promise, I’ll be way more carefule!”

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

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“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

“You may kiss me, my beautiful white haired prince” Izuna said, in the most dramatic way. Allowing his lover to kiss him, kissing back gently.

Pulling away a bit after, as he locked his eyes with Tobirama’s, Smiling a bit. “Could we go check out the uchiha compound. I need to know if they are all calm”

Tobirama snorts into the kiss, pulling away when Izuna does to simply rest his forehead against Izuna’s. He was a moment - a quiet peaceful one, where he doesn’t have to worry about a thing.

“Soon. Why don’t we stay here for a little while?” It is a suggestion more than anything, and Tobirama soon emphasises his desire by folding himself next to Izuna instead of hovering over him.

“Aww, could it be the Great tobirama is missing my love” The Uchiha Said, teasingly. “You may be even more softer than Madara”

He extended his arms outwards, grabing His lover’s hands, pulling Tobirama into a hug. As he rested his head on his chest. “I’ll give you all the love you need. But promise to take me to the compound”

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Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

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    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

diedbeforeturning25

“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

“I wouldn’t know,” Tobirama counters, soon joining Izuna on the grass just as he gets hit by Izuna’s heartfelt words. He cannot say that he doesn’t know those things but hearing them like this makes his pulse flutter.

“I hardly am, but I love you too, Izuna. With all my heart,” carefully, Tobirama leans down down over him, lips ghosting over Izuna’s as he waits for permission.

“You may kiss me, my beautiful white haired prince” Izuna said, in the most dramatic way. Allowing his lover to kiss him, kissing back gently.

Pulling away a bit after, as he locked his eyes with Tobirama’s, Smiling a bit. “Could we go check out the uchiha compound. I need to know if they are all calm”

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Izanagi | Secret Relationship

@diedbeforeturning25

    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

diedbeforeturning25

“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”

Tobirama is trying really hard no to have a premature aneurysm whenever Izuna does something remotely silly on the way. Again, he’s aware that Izuna is a shinobi but that doesn’t help the situation at all.

He follows anyway.

The little oasis hidden behind the cabin surprises him, welcoming him with bright colours and the sweet scent of flowers. Tobirama stands still for a while, simply looking around and taking it all in.

“Has he? I wouldn’t say that he would be into…this.”

It’s beautiful nevertheless.

“He isn’t one to display how he really is. He’s way softer when you’re closer to him. Not to mention extremely cute sometimes” He giggled a bt at the last sentence.

He sat down, dropping the rest of his body back, as he laid on the grass. “It’s been so long since i came here. I seriously missed it”

Turning his head to the side, he looked at Tobirama, “I don’t think I’ve ever told you how much i truly love, I seriously love you tobi, you’re he best”

senjuofthesea:

diedbeforeturning25:

senjuofthesea:

senjuofthesea:

Izuna Appreciation Week

Izanagi | Secret Relationship

@diedbeforeturning25

    They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

    Tobirama would disagree if you had asked a few years ago, maybe even months. Any point in time up until something in him broke and he and Izuna went from wrestling on the training grounds to kissing in a matter of seconds.

    Now, Tobirama is usually a rational man. Logical. But all of that was lost in a matter of minutes and  from then on, things went downhill. And yet, their strange arrangement (which he is afraid to call a relationship) makes him…happy. Or content. It is still a  strange concept to him in the times of peace, ending up trailing after an Uchiha like a lost puppy.

    It is unusual, alright. He is not one for public displays of affection so hiding their relationship was easy. Sure, sometimes he wanted to reach over and bury his face in Izuna’s neck or wipe the blood and sweat from his face but he has always managed to restrain himself.

    There is no way in hell that Tobirama would have ever considered this love. At least he doesn’t think so. He’s not one for much of affection or showing the way he feels - that is Izuna’s specialty. And yet he finds himself anticipating the moments when Izuna breaks into his office after work.

    “You are early today. Has your brother started another shouting match with mine?”

diedbeforeturning25

“These are good enough!” Grabbing the clothes from the Senju. He dropped his hospital gown, putting on everything as fast as possible. Fixing his hair afterwards without needing a mirror, though he thought it was probaby looked terrible.

He looked back at him with a grin on his face. “I’m done! Let’s go!” The uchiha grabbing tobirama’s hand, thinking it was best to walk through the door since he didn’t know if he was capable of jumping from a window.

Tobirama respectfully looks away while Izuna changes, waiting for the tell-tale go ahead which comes in the form of Izuna pulling him away. He immediately turns, keeping his hand in Izuna’s while simultaneously making sure that the Uchiha isn’t about to keel over at every corner.

Kami forbid if he accidentally opens his stitches.

“Careful, Izuna. I just took you out of the hospital - technically illegally - and I don’t want to have to return you there just yet.”

Nevertheless, Tobirama leads Izuna out of the hospital, allowing his partner to take the lead and pull him wherever he wants to go. As long as it sensible and within boundaries. 

“You really worry too much, yet some call ypu heartless. I must say, I’m more than grateful having you as a boyfriend” The Uchiha smiled, as he lead Tobirama along, Walking her and there.

“Hey, mind if i take you somewhere? It isn’t known by many, but I always used to go there as a child” He knew shouldn’t take Tobirama to a place Madara showed him only, but he was his lover, it was okay, wasn’t it?

“It isn’t that far from here”

Tobirama scoffs at the first part, though maybe, just maybe, the slightest dusting of pink adorns his cheeks. Hs rather shakes his head to get rid of it, turning back to Izuna.

“Okay. Lead the way, then,” he consents, hoping that Izuna isn’t lying to him. He’s fully aware that Izuna is a shinobi but after having him nearly die in his arms, it is natural that Tobirama is a little cautious.

Pulling his lover’s hand he drags him along the way, going over some hills and passing alot of places. Only for them to stop at an abandoned place.

Going inside the abandoned cabin, he opens it’s back door, gesturing for Tobirama to follow along. He bent down, sliding down the slanted ground. Until he hit the end. He looked back to check on the other before walking a few steps ahead and stopping.

“Woah, it’s way more beautiful than i remember” infront of him were trees full of cherry blossoms, grass filled with flowers, with different colors. A waterfall completing the view. “ Guess Madara still took care of it after all”