Hashirama as an elder god. ❤ (Part 4 of the Naruto Gods series)
Warning for adult themes? Kinda?
Hashirama, God of Creation and Renewal, briefly reads the guilt in Tobirama’s pained grimace and the story of struggle in the scarred landscape around them. He yearns to assuage his brother’s grief, but he cannot find it in him to tear his focus from Madara for more than a moment. He takes in Madara’s sharp eyes, the absence of his heart, and the magma flows upon his arms. The fury that Hashirama sees there gives him pause, but then he drops his gaze to their still-interlaced fingers and his blooming smile is like the dawning of spring.
With a touch as soft as milkweed, he traces the ragged edges around the hole in Madara’s chest and soothes the obvious ache, filling the cavity where Madara’s heart had once been with his own flesh. He kisses the newly formed scar while his hands map a familiar path across Madara’s skin. Madara’s anger fades to wonderment as Hashirama grasps his hips and pushes him down into the green-packed earth, unashamed.
Mokuton bursts to life around them and erects vast, shapeless pillars of wood. Fire races through the pillars, shaping and forming them until the scent of pitch is heavy in the air. Months later, the dance of heat and creation builds to a crescendo. With an eruption of chakra, the charred timber resolves into inelegant, but functional structures. Houses dot the landscape with streets between, like leaf bud-laden branches.
The Village of Kohana is born from Hashirama and Madara’s coupling.
Eyes averted, Tobirama approaches them in the aftermath and falls to his knees. He vows to protect Kohana—his brother’s progeny—with his life. He offers his waters to sustain the humans who will call it home and his icy wrath to ward off other deities who would oppose its conception.
Hashirama smiles at him knowingly. He runs a hand through his brother’s hair in acceptance of both his vow and his unvoiced apology.
Madara leans in—close enough to grasp Tobirama’s jaw and share his winter-frost breath—and imbues Tobirama’s oath with his own will of fire, sealing it between their lips.
“You had better, Senju,” he snarls into the kiss.