Shinobi Chronicles: Naruto One Shots and Headcanons

🌸 Madara ♡ Certain Things That I Adore 🌸

~Some funny fluff I thought of ages ago but finally got around to writing~

Earlier that day, Madara had strode out of the house confidently, assured of his victory against his friend Hashirama. They sparred every once in a while to keep each other on their toes, but it was always in good spirit.

That didn't mean that losing wounded their prides any less, though.

"Welcome home," y/n called, hearing the door open.

He mumbled a greeting back, secretly relishing in how she'd called their new living space "home". It wasn't much, at least not yet, but it was theirs. A symbol of how serious their relationship had become.

When she entered the room and saw his pout, she knew what had happened.

He sighed deeply, and she lost her composure. Her shoulders began shaking as she giggled.

"What?" he grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Hehe Madara, you look like a cat that got stuck in brambles."

What she meant was that his waist-length mane was severely tangled, and even had a few twigs sticking out of it, to say nothing of the mud and grime he was covered with. She didn't even want to consider how the training grounds where they battled looked if he'd managed to become that much of a mess.

He tried - and failed - to keep the pout on his face as she continued laughing.

"It's not funny!"

"It kind of is. I keep telling you-"

"To cut it?"

"-to tie it back at the very least. It's a hazard, and I'm amazed that nothing worse has happened yet."

"Humph."

"Come on, I'll help you brush it out."

"I don't need help."

"Would you rather have a bald spot?"

The way his eyes widened at the prospect of being the village's laughingstock told her she'd won.

He reluctantly shed his armour and followed her into the bathroom, where she'd placed a small stool in front of the mirror.

His arms were still crossed, brows still furrowed, as she carefully began plucking debris out of the knotted mess that was his hair.

By the time she'd gotten out most of the snarls by hand and reached for a brush, he'd relaxed visibly from the soothing action. She smiled at how he'd contradicted his own protests, but said nothing.

Madara hadn't even noticed that his eyes had closed until they snapped open when she kissed his cheek.

"All done," she said playfully, enjoying how the simple affection flustered him. The man had grown up in such a cold and serious way that he wasn't used to her easy affection yet.

Physical touch was her love language, and he was still trying to learn it.

He sat frozen for several moments before collecting himself.

"You missed."

"Eh?"

"I said you missed," he repeated with a smirk.

Not one to turn down a challenge, she came to stand in front of him and hooked her fingers in the neckline of his shirt, pulling him in for a proper kiss.

His eyes widened for a moment, then closed as he regained his rhythm and took control, remembering exactly how to kiss her to take her breath away. His hot, demanding lips pressed against hers in the most dominating way, juxtaposed with the gentle manner in which his hand cupped her neck, the other tracing faint patterns across her back, had her melting in his arms.

When they pulled apart with heaving chests, they remained close, noses brushing.

"Come shower with me?" he asked.

"Nice try, but I need to make dinner."

"But-"

"Food first. Then I'm all yours."

He sighed, but obeyed, knowing that he'd have his turn soon enough.

He returned to the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his shoulders to keep his wet hair from soaking the light robe he was wearing.

Y/n was at the stove, still preparing their meal when he padded up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Hey," she greeted gently.

"Hey. Don't mind me."

And so he stayed glued to her while she finished cooking, staying silent.

"It's time to eat, dear," she said, interrupting his pensive state. He jolted upright as if he'd woken from a deep slumber. She turned to kiss him briefly before carrying their food to the table.

For the duration of their meal he kept pausing to look at her. There was something so incredibly soft about his gaze that she could hardly concentrate on her food.

"What's gotten you into such a good mood?" she finally asked, the "after you lost" remaining unspoken.

"You."

"Me?"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, but you don't have to thank me. I know how much your hair means to you."

"It's not just that. I'm thankful for you. You looked at a hateful creature like me and decided that I was worth saving."

"It's because I love you," she answered simply.

"I love you too. How I got lucky enough to call the most beautiful woman I've laid my eyes on mine, I'll never know."

"You speak as if you weren't the most sought after man in the village."

He snorted at that.

"Anyways, weren't you the one who wanted to go to bed?"

He didn't need to be told twice, scooping her into his arms and marching off, the dishes already forgotten.

~Bonus~

"This is demeaning," Madara sighed.

Y/n didn't pause, continuing to smooth his nearly untameable hair up into a ponytail.

"I think you look cute. Besides, you'll have one less thing to worry about in your round today."

"I hope you're right, otherwise Hashirama will overtake my score."

"Then you'll take it back the next time," she assured him, using her favourite ribbon to secure his hair in place.

"Good luck."

This time, he kissed her.

"Now I'll have good luck."

Maybe it was her lucky charm, or maybe it was the fact that Hashirama just couldn't take Madara seriously with his hair styled like that, but the Uchiha emerged victorious that day.