Lost & Found by Makkoska; E, 41k words

Modern AU featuring Madara’s Problems^TM, and a super sweet love story with his childhood friend who comes back into his life (guess whoooo)

I’m in the grip of a hurricane (I’m gonna blow myself away) by blackkat; T, 1k words

Funny modern AU. Hashirama and Madara meet up again after some time has passed. The kind of humor that is on the verge of crack without being crack aka the kind of humor that I love

Jesses and Other Means of Control by Ancharan; Unrated, 34k words (unfinished)

Modern AU with a mild supernatural/sci-fi twist. It’s not finished but it’s amazing…I was so sucked into the story and enjoyed every bit of what was written. (also a TobiIzu)

And on the strangest Sea by duesternis; E, 7k words

Sci-fi AU. Super sweet, super creative. Interesting world. The longing for each other is palpable.

Gaze into the Abyss by duesternis; E, 12k words

Elegant ancient vampire Madara and desperate, touch-starved Hashirama… the vibes are immaculate. I could probably put this under PWP but the background and build-up to the smut really adds to the flavor. Highly recommend all of duesternis’ HashiMada fics, they have a really unique, entertaining style and write some amazing smut.

(Speaking of vampires...)

The night in our souls by Makkoska; E, 5k words

So I realized I kind of suck at summarizing. I wanted to call all of these fics beautiful (which they are) and leave it at that, so I tried to elaborate without giving away spoilers. I am planning on making another list for my favorite AUs (and PWPs lol). JUST READ THEM OK (if you want :)) All these authors below are incredible and have inspired me lots, and I would recommend checking out the rest of their works too!

The Blood-Soaked Road to Paradise by renyanen; E, 140k words

Hashirama and Madara’s story, from childhood to Valley of the End. This fic is the holy grail. I was not okay after I read it, it moved me so much I actually wanted to write an essay. It is a true slow burn; the tension is to die for and the canon compliancy hurts so dang good. The writing is elaborate and profound. I am in awe of the research that was done to complete this fic.

The Moon is Just the Sun at Night by Makkoska; E, 27k words

Really creative fix it. Hashirama unable to commit to killing Madara in their final battle, a conundrum follows. The dynamic of their relationship is so interesting here. Some of the dialogue blew my mind. I was so drawn in by this story, hooked until the very end to see what would happen next.

Our Shattered Pieces (Fit Together so Well) by Makkoska; E, 22k words

Another amazing and essential Makkoska fix it. I think this one is underrated! It’s extremely creative, and another very interesting dynamic between them. Amnesiac Hashirama, Izanagi’d Madara finds him. They’re both tired old men, which is a lot of fun. (Melancholic and bittersweet vibes are fun for me). Super lovely fic.

Camellias by honks; M, 8k words

Another fic that blew my mind. Will they or won’t they. Madara pursuing Hashirama, Hashirama resisting/repressing his feelings. Beautiful descriptive writing and incredible dialogue. I would also rank this one as profound, it truly moved me.

14 year old Obito (learning to imitate Madara) and Madara

@joltai-showa

The oldest mistake we make about memory is believing it exists to preserve the past. It exists to preserve the living. Memory is not an archive; it is an ecosystem. Nothing survives within it simply because it once occurred. Things survive because they remain capable of living inside the environment of the present self.

Reality wastes almost everything. Every second contains more sensations than consciousness can inherit. Every conversation produces gestures that vanish forever. Every landscape disappears behind us almost as soon as it enters our field of vision. If memory truly preserved experience, the mind would collapse beneath the impossible weight of its own history. Instead, remembering begins with disappearance.

Nothing enters memory unchanged. Every experience arrives as possibility rather than permanence. Most never establish themselves; they dissolve before they have found a place to live. Others root themselves quietly, returning years later with surprising vitality. A very few alter the entire landscape around them, changing the conditions under which every future memory will survive long before we understand why they remain.

This is why memory resembles a forest more than a library. Libraries grow by accumulation. Forests grow by ruthless selection. A forest does not preserve every seed that falls upon its soil. It continually decides which forms of life may remain, which must decay, and which will nourish something that has not yet appeared. Every fallen tree becomes nutrients for another generation. Every extinction creates room for another arrival. Survival is never granted because something once existed; it belongs only to what continues finding a place within the changing ecology of the whole.

Memory obeys the same law. The past does not determine what is remembered; the present self does. The mind does not store experience faithfully. It metabolizes it. What cannot be integrated into the living system is broken down and returned to circulation. What can be integrated is transformed until it serves the ongoing life of the organism. Minds differ less by what happens to them than by what they can fully digest.

Trauma reveals the cruelty of this system. A wound that cannot be metabolized remains undigested, releasing toxins into every new moment. The mind does not forget the trauma; it fails to break it down. Healing is not the erasure of memory. It is the successful decomposition of what once threatened the entire forest.

Wisdom appears when this ecological intelligence matures. The wise do not possess more memories. They possess a more sophisticated internal environment. They have learned which experiences must be allowed to decay and which must be protected. They let go of yesterday’s victories without nostalgia and yesterday’s defeats without shame because both have already been converted into the substance of today. The rest of us carry half-digested failures that continue poisoning the present.

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Take a walk with Hashirama and Madara through Konoha in this atmospheric print by @mirarasol

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