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They met while they were still students in the academy, and at first they weren’t really interested in each other. Neji saw her as another heiress to a noble clan, another “main branch” member in a way. So he already had a bit of a negative viewpoint of her from the get go, assuming she’s spoiled and stuck up.

And he’s not like… entirely wrong?? At this point in her life, Chihiro is very used to getting her way with things and being good at training and such. However, she just can’t seem to figure out the whole “friends” thing. She tries to talk to the other girls in her class, but they give her the cold shoulder most times and whisper about her, calling her a freak.

“I heard she turns into a monster at night! Her whole clan do too! So scary!”

Unfortunately her being by herself a lot often means she gets targeted by bullies, though she doesn’t let them get away with trying to pick on her much. I imagine since she is an heir, the only child, her mother started her on self defense from an early age. She knows she’ll be the target of kidnappers and assassins. Granted the school bullies aren’t that bad, but Chihiro’s instincts don’t know that. But her defending herself doesn’t really look great to the girls in her class. It just feeds the rumors.

As this is all going on, Neji is pretty much ignoring it all. I don’t see him as particularly interested in making friends or talking to his classmates all that much at this point.

So during a sparring class (taijutsu class PE whatever), Neji and Chihiro end up getting paired up for the exercise. He doesn’t hold back, but he’s not really trying to kill her or something. He beats her, knocking her down with a loud thud. The teacher is scolding him for being too rough, but he’s not really listening and has a smirk on his face (little shit). He’s expecting her to get mad or cry or something, but instead she gets up, pats off the dirt, and says, “let’s go again!” Which is not what he was expecting at all??

Usually when people spar with her, they either go easy on her (they’re scared of her, she’s a girl, whatever reason), or they flat out refuse and ask for a different partner. So the fact that Neji didn’t back down and challenged her?? She’s intrigued.

Neji brushes it off as Chihiro being weird, but he does agree to another round of sparring.

He makes snarky comments towards her, saying her form is sloppy, etc. But she doesn’t take them as insults (or if she does, she responds in a different way) and instead asks, “okay, how do I fix it?” Or “can you show me how to do it then?” And Neji is just?? Confused??? Most of the other kids pick up on the fact that he’s being a jerk, not ask him for help.

And he has to kinda pause and be like… is she messing with me? Is she really asking that??

I think in her head she’s just… trying to be friendly. Like I don’t see her as a social butterfly or anything, but she does want some sort of friend, and in her own way, she sees this as a way to make conversation.

And they kinda have this like… mutual curiosity towards each other. But it doesn’t escalate much, until a few of the older students get sick of Neji’s attitude. He had a habit of being snarky to everyone, including them, and they’re tired of it, so they come up with a plan.

They find out that his father had passed away, maybe through a Hyuga classmate of theirs. I don’t think they’d discover too many details about it, just enough to get a general idea of what Hizashi looked like. And they decide to try to lure him into a trap.

Once they find him walking down a busy street one night, one of them transforms to look like Hizashi and pass by him slowly enough for him to notice, but fast enough for him to not grab details. Unfortunately, their plan works, and against his better judgment, he takes the bait. Maybe Neji just has this tiny hope that it’s really his father, or maybe he’s angry that someone would try to look like him. Either way, he follows them to a more secluded area, and down a dark alleyway.

When the older kids have him cornered, they jump out and circle him. Neji may be a jerk and have talent, he’s still a child. And at this point, he’s VERY upset, and his emotions are clouding his judgement. They’re getting ready to jump him, and he’s preparing to fight back, when they all hear someone bark “HEY!”

Chihiro is standing at the entrance of the alley, clenching her fists as she shouts “leave him alone!”

The older kids face her, smirking, and one of them says “what’s a little girl like YOU gonna do about it?”

She runs towards them, and their smirks start to disappear as her body transforms into wolf form. Her fangs bared and claws out, she bites the closest bully, and they’ve all had enough at that point. They scream and start running, terrified, leaving Neji to fend for himself.

When the bullies are all gone, she starts giggling and laughing.

“Did you see how fast they ran! Wow! I got them good!” And she’s just laughing as she shifts back into a girl. Neji is still stunned. He’s angry, at himself for falling for it, at the bullies for daring to use his father against him. He’s embarrassed, he wants to yell at her that he didn’t need her help. But he can’t bring himself to do it. He just smirks back at her. He’s impressed, but he won’t admit it there.

The next time they’re at the academy, the older students from the night before find Chihiro during lunch break (recess??? Do they have that??? Idk they’re outside)

“That one! That’s the one that attacked us for no reason! That freak!”

The kids all around are murmuring, wondering if they should call for a teacher or something. They then point to Neji and say,

“He was there too! He saw it! He can vouch for me!”

Chihiro just looks around, her face turning red, not sure what to do. She’s used to kids talking about her behind her back, but to come out to her face is a bit new. She’s also not sure how Neji is going to react. But he sighs and says,

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I was walking home last night,” he lied, “and on my way I ran into Chihiro. We both went home.” Then he turns to her and says, “Right, Chihiro?” She caught on to what he was doing.

She nods, and finally says, “Yea, I went home and had dinner! I don’t know what you saw, but it sounded scary!”

Neji just nods and says, with a sarcastic twinge in his voice, “yea, you guys might have been under a strong genjutsu.”

“Oh my,” she gasps, “yea you’re right! You should get checked out! And tell a grownup in case it’s an enemy! How scary!”

The older kids honestly don’t know what to do at that point, some probably wondering if it WAS all real or what. A few tried to insist, but no one was really listening anymore.

---

She awoke laying on sand.

Not wet, clumped, shoreline sand, no - this was dry, and irritating, and she could already feel it getting into the seams and folds of her clothes. With an irritated sigh, she rolled over and stood.

Two suns blazed on the horizon.

Tatooine. She’d woken up on stars damned Tatooine.

Another sigh, longer and more exasperated.

“Luke, I’m going to get you for this. I don’t know how, or when, but I swear that I will.” A sense of amusement flickered against her mind, distant laughter from a brother who no longer existed.

She did a cursory check to see what he’d sent along with her. Clothing, fortunately; the same combat gear she’d worn to the Battle of Endor, lightweight blast-resistant material, dull colors that shouldn’t stand out too greatly. A wide poncho, woven with subtle patterns in the cream and tan cloth, something she vaguely remembered as Luke’s when they originally met. Thick, durable gloves on her hands, the ones that touched Han’s face for the first time in a year, after waking him from the carbon block in Jabba’s palace.

A holster on her hip, empty, same as when it was first given to her as a ten year old child.

...or, not quite empty, actually. Some subtle sound hummed at the edge of Leia’s mind, strengthening into proper song when she pulled off a glove to reach into the holster, and found at the very bottom a small crystal. A kyber crystal.

“Oh, Luke,” she sighed, holding up the heart of her twin’s lightsaber, watching the light of distant suns flicker through it. “Alright. Maybe I won’t get you back for dropping me here.”

The amusement brushed against her again, softer, filled with fondness.

She tucked the crystal into a pocket on her trousers, a slightly more secure spot, and then cast her awareness out, seeking other minds, somewhere she could get her bearings- there. A large town, or perhaps a city by local standards. Just out of sight over the dunes, but close enough to reach by the time the suns set for the night.

Leia Organa pulled her glove back on, adjusted how the poncho hung across her shoulders, and set off.

---

Almost here.

She could hear something.

She was always wary of hearing things.

Almost here, Shmi, daughter of skies, mother of stars.

Dangerous titles, even in the hidden corners of her own mind. Her hand drifted lower, brushing over the heavy weight of her belly, until another sharp pain shot through. She bit down harder on the strip of old leather in her mouth; best to be quiet. Best to hide, to keep the guards and supervisor from hearing, from knowing.

Soon, Shmi.

Soon, and then you can rest.

Rest? Ha. She could finish a day’s work and collapse onto her meager pallet of a bed, but she did not know true rest. She didn’t, she wouldn’t, and neither would her child - not once the supervisors found them, whisked them off to receive an implanted chip, somewhere hidden that even she would not know. Another life born into slavery, without even the chance to taste freedom, let alone rest.

And what would you do to change that?

What risk would you be willing to take?

For a brief moment, her steady pattern of short breaths faltered; until the pain redoubled, and she got control of herself once more.

Almost here.

And then you will have your chance.

---

The baby cried as soon as she wiped his face clean of fluid, because of course, that was what babies did. It should have filled her with fear; sent her gaze skittering towards the stairs that led up out of the palace’s slave den, where guards would surely hear, would come down to take her child.

But somehow, fear could not touch her. Not in the warmth that surrounded Shmi in her final moments of labor, which lingered as she used a scrap of cloth to clean her child, her son, and cuddle him close. Her eyes remained fixed on his tiny, scrunched up face, ugly and beautiful all at once. Nothing else mattered.

And no one interfered. None of the other women in the den stirred from their slumber; no guards came down the stairs. She got to hold her son and lay limp against the wall for the better part of an hour, relieved and tired, but content.

Until faint footsteps landed on stone.

And something cautious brushed against her mind.

Fear did not touch her. Instead, she remained still, didn't bother to tighten her grip around the babe sleeping against her chest. She didn’t even look up, until feet in unfamiliar boots walked silently across the floor, and came to a stop in front of her mostly private alcove.

Something sang.

She didn’t hear it with her ears, but rather, her mind, her heart, her very soul. A soft, gentle wandering of notes, which brightened with joy when the stranger crouched. Too-old eyes peered out of a young, unlined face, staring at her solemnly.

And Shmi Skywalker smiled.

---

Not that one.

He groaned, but reached for the point-three twister instead of the point-five. Sure enough, the tool slid in with a perfect fit, and he was able to get the salvaged compartment open without running home for a drill. “I told Mom and Aunt Leia I could do this alone, thanks.”

No one is ever really alone.

“Oh, shut up.”

Amusement flickered against his mind, and the breeze picked up for a moment, just long enough to ruffle his hair. Trying not to smile, he went back to his disassembly project, spreading out and sorting all the pilfered components in record time. A sectioned box waited to receive each one, to be taken home and cleaned, and sold to Watto’s junk shop with the rest of his mother’s wares later in the week. She’d promised, if they could haggle a high enough price, to pick up some sweets at the market afterward.

The wind picked up again.

Company.

Frowning, he looked up from his project as a ship cut through the sky overhead. A gorgeous, sleek silver craft, nothing like he’d ever seen before.

Well?

Sorting temporarily abandoned, he scooped up and dropped components into his box with minimal caution, then snapped it shut and took off running down the hill towards home. Aunt Leia had come back the night before, with the particular look in her eye that said something was about to happen. He could feel it too; all day, the Force had been whispering more than usual, snatches of song curling at the edge of his awareness. It eventually drove him out of the house and up his usual hill, with a new project to work on, to focus on, so maybe the building expectation of something is about to happen wouldn’t drive him completely out of his mind.

But now a strange ship was landing on the other side of their vapor collector, and his mother stood at their house’s entrance watching, and Aunt Leia was already striding out towards the gleaming silver craft, lightsaber hanging openly on her hip instead of hidden up a sleeve.

Itachi's hands are on your waist pulling you toward him. Your hands are in his hair, tugging him further into the kiss.

Your body is on fire as is your want. Your need for him to be closer to you. His lips move from yours to your cheek. Peppering kisses down your jaw and down your neck.

You moan, pushing you body flush against his. You swear it pulls a growl from him. Especially since your fingers are buried so deeply into the roots of his hair, tugging.

'Mmm Itachi.' You say, high on the moment. 'I want more.'

'Yeah?' He says, lips moving across your chest. 'Tell me what you want.'

'I want you to touch me and ah—'

He bites down on the sensitive skin of your chest just above your nipple. He sucks down then pulls off. 'What else?' He asks.

'I want you inside me.'

'Mmm.' He hums, continuing to bury himself down the flesh of your abdomen. Kissing and sucking to his hearts content.

'And I want you to cum inside and make a baby with me.'

Itachi freezes against your stomach.

Your eyes snap open.

Opps~

You totally let your want run away with you on that on.

'Yeah? You want a baby?'

'Mhmm.' You say, daring to meet his gaze. 'I do if you do.'

When you see his dark brown eyes looking back at you, pupils fully blown with want that you know he's no longer afraid. He wants this too.

'I do.' He says pushing a kiss to your skin.

'Yeah?' You say, trying to crush the emotions welling up inside you.

'How many kids you want me to give you?' He asks, slowly kissing down, down, down.

'Ah— I want a big family.' You say, biting back the moans. 'Maybe 5. Maybe 7.'

Itachi presses his face against your core. 'You're trying to kill me.' He groans. 'We better get to work.'

MADARA UCHIHA

Okay this little shit (affectionate) is probably the easiest to convince in theory but he's also a pain in the butt about it lol

Madara is the biggest simp when it comes to you so he's willing to do what you want and honestly if the two of you are having kids by conceiving together then he's like yay that means we get to do it aye aye (wiggles those eyebrows) punch him honestly.

The thing is when you first tell him he's also of two minds about it. He wants to hurry up and have lots of sex and babies with you because Madara also wants a big family. Big fams are what the Uchiha do.

HOWEVER he's also a bit selfish? Wants to wait a bit and keep you all to himself for a few years more. Wants to have your undivided attention and not have to share you with his children yet. He knows it has to happen one day and is happy to let it happen. He's just... not sure he wants it to yet!

There's still so much couple one on one things he wants to do! So he makes a deal that while the two of you are trying (if you don't want to wait) the two of you have to do a bunch of couple things together.

It's honestly win win because you get to do a lot of relaxing things like trips to the hotsprings. Date nights. Just lots of time with him spoiling you and him being absolutely obsessed with you.

Now the whole conversation itself when you did ask him to have a baby with you was a whole thing lol. It's probably pillowtalk because that's where all your deep and important convos with Madara happen.

The two of you are lying in the bed, sheets draped haphazardly over the two of you. Your bodies are facing each other, limbs are wrapped around and lost beneath the sheet.

Your hand finds his face gently stroking his flushed cheek. His finds refuge in the small of your back, pulling you even closer.

'Hey.' You say.

'Oh hello.' He says all smug. 'I didn't see you there.'

You playfully (gently) smack his cheek.

'You were pretty sure of my presence a few minutes ago.'

'Ah, yes, yes, now it's coming back to me.' He grins. 'Perhaps we ought to go again just to be sure the memory doesn't fade.'

You pinch his cheek.

'Ow, ow stop hurting the love of your life in such a manner.'

'I can think of worse things I could pinch, believe me.'

'Okay okay I concede!' He nuzzles his forehead against yours. 'I'm listening.'

'Good, I wanted to run something by you.'

'Oh? So serious. This I have to hear.' His tone maybe playful but he gives you his full attention. He always does.

'What would you say to having a baby?'

He takes a deep breath. 'Wow.' He exhales. 'I guess it depends who with because that can really be a dealbreaker.' He starts laughing.

You smack him but can't help let slip a smile.

'Ugh, why are you making this so difficult! I meant you having a baby with me! Us! Together!' You huff, pouting a little.

'I know, I know I'm just keeping such a serious conversation more joyful.' He says, wrapping his arms around you. 'I had to take advantage of your phrasing. I'm sorry.'

You huff again. 'Look if you don't want to just—' You move to roll around in his arms but he stops you.

'Oh no, no, no. Nobody runs away from Madara Uchiha. Not even you!' He grabs you and turns you back to him.

You try to keep a scowl plastered on your face but it's hard when his smile is so damn genuine.

'Of course I want to have children with you! I think about having tens of children with you! It's all I can do but stop cumming inside without protection.'

This makes you snort. 'This is not a romantic or charming conversation at all.'

'Oh, please I exude charm, baby.' He kisses your nose. 'Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. I want it too.'

'I want to have your children. Lots of children.'

Madara hums. 'The more the better, right?' He kisses your lips. 'How about we just enjoy ourselves a bit longer first. Just us?'

You roll your eyes. 'Fine.'

TOBIRAMA SENJU

This man is the hardest one to convince of the bunch. I personally don't see him really having kids and if he does it's on the lower number rather than having the bigger family.

It's got to do with the time period he's in, just coming out of the warring era and seeing so many children die and the self sacrifice he makes to dedicate himself to the village. Even though they technically have some peace in their era it does not last long.

He's not around a lot at home in the first place and feels guilty if he has to leave it to you or others to raise his children so it's going to be a big decision to have kids.

That being said if it's something you really want he's not going to say no because deep in his heart, having kids is something he would like to have. Having someone he created with you that is (for a time) untouched by war and without that burden? A dream.

It takes some years of convincing to do it though. It's not a one time conversation. It's several conversations over the years. Negotiations and understandings. He needs to make sure you understand he can't always be there. Even if he wants to be.

Tobirama will also want to be able to train them to protect themselves whether they become shinobi or not. He won't be able to sleep at night not knowing they have some sort of protection.

The thing that helps ease Tobirama into it as well is Mito and Hashirama. Their kids and seeing how they fair help sway his opinion. You helping out Mito and seeing how you are with children helps enourmously too.

Him seeing you with children always did something to his heart, tugging at those heartstrings. You just always softened? around children. You were a natural caretaker.

Tobirama couldn't bear being the one to keep you from that.

Conversations during the evenings after dinner. You take the plates over to the sink then join him over at the kotatsu.

'Have you given any thought to our conversation?' You ask, taking a seat behind him with your arms on his shoulders.

'Which convseration are you referring to?' He asks.

You begin working his shoulders, massging them gently at first, working out the tension he's worked up in the day.

He grunts but pushes back into your touch.

'You know,' you whisper against his ear, 'that conversation.' You run your lips over the shell of his ear then down his neck.

He shivers a little and you see his eyes close.

'Oh, that conversation.' He says, softly.

He hasn't dismissed it right out. That's progress.

You keep working his shoulders and alternate between kissing his neck and cheek.

Tobirama relaxes and becomes undone beneath you. He melts entirely at your touch until he merely falls back against you.

Your hands come around him, resting on top of his arms. Fingertips gently tracing his cool exposed skin.

There's a comfortable silence, one you can hear him gathering his thoughts.

'I want to give you what you want.' He says, breaking the silence.

'But?'

'But, I just need a little more time.'

A small smile finds your lips. 'Okay.' You press a kiss to his temple. 'I only want this if you do too.'

Tobirama grunts. As if to say he could ever be made to do something he doesn't want to ever.