Stories by joeriezeilany

"The flapping of the wings of a butterfly can be felt on the other side of the world." It was always assumed that Uchiha Madara's mother was, ofcourse, an Uchiha. But what if it's not? A HashiMada story where one single change in one's parents impact canon as we know it.

The first time Hashirama had heard of her, she had saved Kawarama. The first time Hashirama had seen her, she was elbows deep in Itama's guts. The first time Hashirama had met her, he was out for a supply run with his brothers. or, alternatively The story of how Senju Hashirama had fallen for the elusive Uchiha Madara.

Survival in a capitalist world has a whole world of differences against survival in a village full of murderers. What's one to do but utilize everything available on hand?

Madara never thought she would wake up again. Exhausted and jaded from her past efforts to prevent apocalypses, she now finds herself in her third life, unsure if she can handle a fourth. Choosing to focus on herself and the children she saved was an easy decision, but she never expected to care for Hashirama's children too. Ah, well. C'est la vie.

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.

"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.

Hashirama and Madara had achieved their dreams. What next?

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.

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.

Izanagi's cost was the caster's eyes... but what if it isn't? (formerly titled Maybe This Time)

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

"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.

She wakes up in a haze, finds a blond haired boy to pull her back from the edge, and goes from there. A story about Sakura. Cross-posted on Ao3.

Clan Law dictates that no clan head or heir shall marry another, or fornicate, in order to maintain the purity of the bloodlines. Mikoto was never a very good listener anyway. Then, Mikoto and Shikaku fell in love and had a child that wasn't supposed to exist. It all kind of snowballs from there. 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.