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Madara x Reincarnated wife!reader

This came to me in a dream

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The Fourth Great Ninja War was chaos. Explosions painted the battlefield in fire, screams cut the air, and dust rolled across endless corpses. Y/N sat among it all like a stray shadow, unremarkable, just another shinobi who hadn't mattered—until he appeared.

The ground quaked. Shinobi froze. A figure strode across the battlefield, the Sharingan burning in his eyes. Madara Uchiha.

Fear rippled through the Allied Forces, but Y/N only smiled faintly. A warmth—no, an ache—flooded her chest. She remembered. In another life, she had stood beside him. She had been his.

And Madara saw her instantly. His gaze cut through thousands of enemies, locking on her. For a fraction of a moment, his eyes softened, then his lips curved.

"So you return to me," he said, voice velvet and steel.

Gasps scattered across the battlefield. Naruto nearly tripped over his own feet. "Huh?! Return to him?!"

"What is going on?!" Sakura shouted, slamming a White Zetsu into the ground.

"Troublesome..." Shikamaru muttered, eyes narrowing on Y/N. He could feel it—that she was the key. And yet, she looked like she didn't care at all.

Instead of stepping into the fight, Y/N sauntered over to a rock, sat down gracefully, and tucked her legs beneath her. She leaned her chin in her palm and giggled softly. "You never change, do you, Madara? Always making such an entrance."

Madara laughed, deep and rich, even as his Susanoo cleaved through a wave of shinobi. "And you never change, beloved. Always watching, always amused. Tell me—will you come to me now?"

Her lips curled. "Mmm... no. I think I'll just sit here and enjoy the show."

Madara's grin widened, even while deflecting Naruto's Rasengan with casual ease. "Ah. Still cruel to me, I see. Very well. Watch, then. Watch me conquer."

"Gladly," she purred, tilting her head, eyes sparkling with wicked delight.

The battlefield erupted in disbelief.

"IS SHE SERIOUS?!" Naruto yelled. "She's just—she's just sitting there!?"

Sasuke's jaw tightened. He knew better than to underestimate her. "She's dangerous. That much is clear."

"Dangerous?!" Sakura snapped, glaring at Y/N. "She's flirting with him while the rest of us are fighting for our lives!"

And Y/N only giggled again, like a child watching fireworks, ignoring them all. Every time Madara looked her way, she threw back some sly remark.

"You're getting slow, Madara. You used to dodge faster than that."
"Careful now, your hair's getting messy."
"Mm... you always were more handsome covered in blood."

The great Madara Uchiha—facing the combined strength of the strongest shinobi alive—was grinning like a lovesick fool at every word she gave him.

"Unbelievable," Tobirama muttered, standing with the other reanimated Hokage, his brow furrowed. "Even in this age, she remains a distraction."

Hashirama's eyes softened in shock. "Y/N...?" His voice carried through the battlefield, warm and disbelieving. "You... you've returned too?"

Y/N turned lazily, meeting his gaze. For the first time, her smile shifted from amusement to something softer. "Hashirama. You haven't changed either. Always so sentimental."

Naruto gawked. "WAIT. SHE KNOWS THE FIRST HOKAGE TOO?!"

"Yes," Hashirama said gently, his eyes never leaving Y/N. His tone was layered with awe, and something almost protective. "She... she was there. She fought alongside us in the past. She was Madara's..." He hesitated. "...his wife."