Deeambles



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    A place for the small ships and occasionally a larger boat that I feel like needs a little love. Stories will probably be ridiculous, but at least aesthetically pleasing.

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    Fics written whilst I was trying to write something else, or trying to write anything in general.

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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    Something rotted inside his father. It ate away that proud shinobi until all that remained was paper thin skin and mottled bruises. Once, Butsuma stood tall; muscled and fatted, the stature of a man who not only survived in war but thrived. Now, flesh clung to bone. A threadbare kuromontsuki draped across its rack and left for the moths.

    Suppuration of the blood, the Nara physician had told them.

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    04 Jun 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 75

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    “W-what are you doing?” Tobirama splutters, a hot flush crawling up his face.

    "Fucking you?" He says it like it's obvious; a given that Tobirama will submit himself to the Uchiha.

    "No, you are not,” Tobirama replies, kicking Madara away.

    Madara rubs his chest, massaging the place where Tobirama's heel had connected. “What the hell? I thought you wanted this."

    “You’re not putting your dick in me.”

    Madara looks like Tobirama has just declared his indefinite residence on the moon. "Why not?”

    The back and forth grows tiresome. "Because I'm fucking you," Tobirama says plainly.

    Madara scoffs. "Absolutely not."

    Tobirama glares.

    After a long moment Madara hums, indolent, contemplative. “I’ll fight you for it.”

    or, Madara and Tobirama fight for the right to top.

     

    alternatively, "started as a top and now i'm here (bottoming)"

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    30 Apr 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 17

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    Butsuma carried him for months, agonizing over how much he might take after his sire. He sent away all the medics and sequestered himself in his birthing den. He bled and suffered to bring the pup into this world, screamed himself hoarse during delivery, wept for the first time in years when he heard those first reedy cries split the air. He feared all the while that the child would betray him with its looks. When he bit through the umbilical cord and finally got to see his firstborn, the relief was overwhelming. He could have hardly made a child more purely Senju in appearance if he took his own clone to bed.

    Except for the fucking eyes.

    Butsuma and Tajima have always been careful about hiding their dalliances, ensuring that they leave no evidence of their stolen time together: not on their bodies, not on their clothes, not in the places where they meet in the dark and share something dangerously like love.

    They were not careful enough.

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    21 Apr 2026

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    Tobirama has always had a problem with his scent. 

    Or rather—everyone else has had a problem with it.

    When they were at war, it had been a significantly lesser point of contention. Not many had the time, nor the energy, to focus on how a shinobi smelled among the putrid tang of blood and rot that so often overtook the battlefield.

    Toka had even called it a positive, once. “It must be quite jarring,” she had said, “To look over and see your clan slaughtered, surrounded by the smell of vanilla and caramelized sugar.”

    Right.

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    28 Feb 2026

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    I (26M) want to invite man I sleep with (26M) to my house to spend the weekend. Help me not ruin it.

    Or: Ilya Rozanov goes to the internet for dating advice

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    26 Feb 2026