Izanagi's cost was the caster's eyes... but what if it isn't?

Hashirama and Madara had achieved their dreams. What next?

"Are you drunk?" "What? No!" Madara tilted his head to the side and blinked owlishly. A sheepish smile overtook his innocent expression, "I am tipsy though." He admitted, dangling a flask between them. "Give me that." Hashirama sighed, exasperated, "Why are you even drinking? Did something happen?" Madara's eyebrows furrowed together. Cross-posted on Ao3.

A collection of HashiMada short stories/drabbles; exerpts from fics I will eventually write. A mixed-up pot of angst and fluff and pining and sdkbfjbsakdfjabjkfajsf Warning: Not Beta-ed. As in. So proceed with caution. Cross-posted on Ao3.

The number three have always been close to Death. So what does it mean for someone who had lived and died thrice?

Uchiha Madara closed his eyes in acceptance, of everything that had happened and he'd done. ...and promptly opened them in denial, being confronted by his many regrets and mistakes.

Even heartbroken and betrayed, Madara will still do everything in her power for her loved one's happiness. If that means hiding the petals she's began coughing up and walking away from the man she once considered her best friend, who perhaps in another lifetime could have been more, so be it. Cross-posted on Ao3.

"You were right." She finally murmured. Hashirama made an inquiring noise. "About what?" "That protecting the village would lead to the protection of the people, shinobi and children." OR In which Madara came back and saves Hashirama from himself. Cross posted on Ao3.

In a village full of misery, what would happen if a child gains the memories of a young adult? Will he rise or will he fall? Cross-posted on Ao3.

The grounds shook as they fall apart. She was manipulated and obscured by lies and fake pretenses. While he watch how they forced and manipulated her, taking away her freedom under the guise of concern.