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People often forget that Hiraishin is a space-time technique. It can affect time alongside space. What awaits Tobirama Senju as he is sent fifty years into the future by an incomplete Hiraishin seal?
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25 May 2026
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He couldn't help his own lips from twitching upwards. This was the reason Konoha had been founded. To protect and nurture the next generation. Somewhere along the way that ideal had been lost to time. But Tobirama would bring it back, kicking and screaming if he had to. The past has already passed but there's always hope for the future.
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Here Before and After Me by Name_Changed_For_Legal_Reasons
Fandoms: Naruto (Anime & Manga)
13 Feb 2026
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Tobirama slowly lifted the blanket back up, revealing the child to have neither magically dissapeared, nor spontaneously started making sense in the time he'd spent wishing them to.
Slight correction to his earlier statment; There was a small, unfamiliar Hatake child laying in Tobirama's bed.
Or, 6 year old Kakashi gets zapped back to the warring states. Tobirama picks him up by the scruff and immediatley invokes finders keepers rules
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- Part 4 of Wolves of the Woods
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10 May 2026
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"Oh." Kakashi stared at Hashirama, a sudden understanding lighting up his eyes. "You're stupid."
Hashirama gaped.
Tobirama snorted, the noise seeming to surprise even himself as his hand immediately came up to clamp over his mouth.
Hashirama's silent, offended gaping grew louder in it's silence as his jaw dropped even lower.
"Ah—!" Kakashi blinked hard, hands coming up to cover his own mouth in what was almost a little mimicry of Tobirama. "I mean— You aren't stupid, Hokage-sama, I mean um— Hashirama-sama— my apologies, I didn't mean to— I mean, it just kind of—"
Behind him, hand still over his mouth, Tobirama had begun to tremble.
"Tobirama! We have had this child for all of five minutes and you've already managed to INFECT HIM!"
"I'm sorry Hashirama-sama, I didn't mean it, you really aren't— I mean—"
Hashirama walked over and picked Kakashi up.
"UM."
"I am confiscating you."
"UM???"
"No more children in the house Otouto! Not if you're going to turn them against me!"
"That's hardly fair—" Tobirama managed between what Hashirama knew was his brother's own version of silent, near unnoticeable laughter.
"No! Clan head rules! Me and Kakashi are going to introduce him to the clan while you stay here with your miserable tea."
Kakashi began to squirm in his hold, kicking lightly at empty air. "Don't worry, the bad man can't feed you silly ideas about your great and wonderful cousin anymore, my sweet child." Hashirama sang, petting his head.
Kakashi stared at him in disbelief, kicking harder.
Tobirama's silent laughter was quickly approaching being audible, his little brother having to lean against the counter to help support him through his shakes.
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In the AU world where everyone is born with an egg that contains the only clue as to who their soulmate is, there is even more drama. For there are more than just child killing squads running around. Can soul bonds really bloom in a cruel world like this?
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07 Apr 2026
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So you two are soulmates?" Hashirama asked, sounding both hesitant and excited, looking between the two men and their Heartlings. Madara's Heartling - Rama-kun - had taken up a defiant stance on his human's shoulder, his tail flicking about in what would have been an intimidating manner had he not been small enough to fit fully in an adult man's palm, like all Heartlings were. Small red eyes were glaring at everyone who might dare intrude upon his human. Madara looked a bit uncomfortable to be the center of scrutiny and ... sad? Uncertain?
Oh! Tobirama was still technically engaged to another, wasn't he? Well, that just wouldn't do. Hadn't Hashirama offered before a chance to find a way to cancel the engagement? There might be a chance after all, for him and Madara.
"Yes," Madara answered quietly, hesitantly, eyes looking away from Tobirama and Tobirama-
"Oh, thank kami," he breathed out and all but sprang to his feet, startling Izuna and Toka away from him. The white haired man marched over to his opposite, meeting surprised and hopeful Sharingan eyes that were scrutinizing him for a possible lie. For the best, probably, so that they don't waste any time on convincing of truthfulness and the such. "I had been wondering if fate was cruel. You cannot imagine my relief and joy at finding out these news. I may not be Uchiha but I am not sure if my heart would have been able to take my longing for you for long. Perhaps fate is the exact opposite of cruel. Could you imagine if this had not happened and I actually got married? Unacceptable."
"You ... You want this?" Tobirama tilted his head to the side, surprised by how surprised Madara sounded, so completely in contrast with the man as he usually knew him.
"Of course. I know I wasn't direct but I did just imply that I am in love with you, Madara. It was ... far too easy to fall, really. You being my soulmate is a blessing I could have never asked for. Well, I could have and I would have but you weren't exactly fond of me until very recently."
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Day 7: Free Day
Its unhinged glinting eyes slid over the white Senju as it swooped past and in that moment the Senju Demon’s glowing ruby orbs turned and looked it straight in the eyes, furious and utterly terrifying.
The ghost stopped short, petrified.
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In which the Uchiha can see ghosts and Senju Tobirama has a whole hoard of them
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31 Mar 2026
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The Wraith dived straight for the little brown-white haired one and it bolted in terror, crying hysterically as it dove behind the Senju Demon, clutching at the empty air that was the Demon’s arm. The Wraith closed in, mouth wide and the Senju's hand flew out in a two fingered sign his face thunderous, and the Wraith burst.
Madara's ears were ringing in his skull. That was impossible. It was not possible. The living couldn’t affect the dead. Madara knows, he had tried. Yet the Senju Demon— who Madara realized, eyes widening, was able to see ghosts, it hadn’t been a fluke last time Senju Tobirama had actually, really, stared a ghost down and it had fled — had done the impossible and had utterly destroyed a Wraith with a single blow.
Madara watched with wide eyes as the sandy haired ghost with the little cross on its cheek and the two-toned brown and white ghost emerged from behind the Senju Demon, the Senju Demon who could see them and who had saved them. Madara inhaled sharply in disbelief.
The little brown and white haired one twittered and flitted around, eyes searching its surroundings still unsettled as it wrung its hands together anxiously. It turned its head hiding its waving chocolaty brown locks and Madara’s eyes widened in shock.
Senju Tobirama. It looked like Senju Tobirama, he inhaled shakily, mind reeling. He glanced at the sandy haired one with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Hashirama had had three brothers after all, and two of them had died before they’d even reached the age of ten. They were Hashirama’s little brothers.
And, he faltered, drawing himself together, they were Senju Tobirama’s little brothers too.
Madara called for a retreat.
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When the Shine's Worn Off by ftld for ricochet
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga)
14 Dec 2025
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Satoru was in the passenger seat of Nanami’s car, quietly laughing at the plain, black umbrella rolling in the foot well when it hit him. Fifty kmph, straight to the chest.
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This was a different sort of courage than Satoru knew existed. Because he wasn’t wrong—he was never wrong. But what if he was wrong? It’d ruin everything. Not just for him, but for Tsumiki, for the silly sandwich YouTube channel, for society at large.
Too bad Satoru couldn’t possibly hold it back. “Do you love me?”
Nanami was surprised but only let it be known through twitches. He chewed on Satoru’s question for a long breath. “Yes, I think I do.”
“Okay.” A weight Satoru had long become accustomed to evaporated in an instant. He nodded. “Okay.”
“Do you love me?” Nanami asked.
“Of course.” Yet another blisteringly complex moment wrapped up in the soft shape of an ‘oh.’ Funny how that was never the question. Satoru didn’t tend to debate his emotions; he ignored them as he saw fit.
"Okay,” Nanami answered in kind. “Does this mean you’re done freaking out, Gojo? Because I won’t lie, this has been funny, but it’s getting to be a bit embarrassing for you.”
Satoru’s heart went aflutter again. It never failed, how mortifying.
“And this face you keep making,” Nanami said, wagging his forefinger in Satoru’s face. “Like what is this dopey ass face you keep looking at me with? What is happening to you?”
Satoru laughed. “You keep calling me Gojo.”
“That’s your name,” Nanami said, exasperated. “I’m not calling you some cheesy, obnoxious, stupid—”
Satoru kissed him before Nanami could brainstorm too many ideas on that front. He could explain but he could also tuck it close, bury it as something precious, and see what became of it. “I just meant I like hearing you say my name.”