AN: Because Naruto keeps making me bawl like a waterfall, I wanted to write a series about all the characters that deserved a happy ending. I got inspired by a piece of fanart on pinterest (which also made me cry my eyes dry) and decided to share it with the world.

No, I don't own Naruto.

I. Hashirama and Madara

Hashirama Senju let out a big sigh once he spotted the stack of papers on the desk. He glanced over at his raven-haired friend, sitting behind another, more centrally placed desk with an even larger amount of paperwork on it.

"You know…" He began. "I thought making you Hokage would mean I wouldn't have to do any of this." He pouted as he pointed at the scrolls and parchment on his desk.

"Get your lazy head out of the gutter, Hashirama." Madara Uchiha chastised him. "You're not getting out of this scot-free. You can't just give me the title and all the work, we're in this together, remember?"

"But… but… I promised Tsuna I'd pla- train with her!" He corrected himself last minute, all while giving Madara his best puppy look.

"And I promised Mito I'd stop you from teaching your six-year-old granddaughter how to gamble, I know you were going to say 'play' back there." Madara took a dignified sip of tea before redirecting his attention to the document he was currently holding.

"I'm not teaching her how to gamble." Hashirama attempted to defend himself.

The First Hokage shot him a pointed look. "Yeah right… and the other day she didn't start bawling and calling me a cheater because I won a card game against her. Seriously, your family gets depressed too easily."

He furrowed his eyebrows in a mixture of annoyance and worry when a dark aura surrounded Hashirama and he turned into a pile of wallowing sap. "Tsuna lost? After all the training we've been doing?" He muttered to himself in disbelief.

"And this is exactly why your wife doesn't want you near her, you're only rubbing off your bad habits on the poor girl."

"But I'm her grandfather, it's my duty to spoil her." He insisted.

Madara gave him a questioning look. "I don't know whether teaching her how to throw away money can be considered spoiling her."

"Oh shut up already, you have no idea what it's like." The Senju defiantly shot back and looked in the other direction.

"You're right, I don't know what it's like, but I have the feeling I will soon." The Hokage sighed, opening the next scroll.

"What do you mean by that?" Hashirama inquired with a knowing look.

"Akane has a boyfriend."

Hashirama blinked once, then twice, then burst out in loud laughter. "Oh my god…" He wheezed out between laughs. "How did Izuna take the news?"

"He was even more depressed than you are daily." Madara explained calmly.

"That's no surprise, his only daughter is growing up." He laughed. "Soon she'll be married and I'll be Uncle Hashirama!" Then he looked out the window. "Man, we really are getting old, aren't we?"

His friend followed his gaze and met the giant face etched into the cliff. "You're right."

"Do you think we should adjust your face? I mean, you do have quite some wrinkles now…" Hashirama joked.

"I'm pretty sure you're the source of at least 70% of them." Madara sighed in defeat as he ran his hand through his greying hair.

"And the other 30%?"

"Listening to your granddaughter calling me a cheater. Listening to Mito complain about your antics. Akane telling me about her teenage troubles. Izuna telling me about his troubles dealing with Akane's teenage troubles. The discussion whether the Uchiha crest should be an oval or a circle. The list goes on."

Hashirama laughed again, and Madara couldn't help but lift one corner of his mouth as well. He took another sip of his tea, glancing over his, no, their village once more.

The other corner of his mouth lifted as well. They had this settlement where they could watch over their families and see endlessly across the horizon. Children didn't kill each other, Ge-nin didn't have to take on missions too difficult for them and young shinobi were nurtured in the Academy.

All the fighting, all the ghosts from the past, his father's voice asking him to betray his friend, all of it died down into this tranquil moment of peace.

"Please don't smile, Madara, it's creepy." And Hashirama, even in old age, was still a dick.

"Shut up and continue working, Hashirama. Don't make me tell Mito you were slacking." He said sternly, only to be met with another heap of depression.

"Please don't, she'll definitely kill me this time."

The Hokage rubbed his temples and let out another sigh. "We seriously need to do something about your condition."

A knock sounded from the door.

"Come in!" Madara ordered, and a few seconds later a young, blonde girl popped her head in through the door.

"Grandpa!" She exclaimed running towards Hashirama.

"Tsuna!" The man exclaimed with equal enthusiasm.

"You promised me you would play with me today, Grandpa." The little girl pouted.

Hashirama shot Madara a devious look while getting out of his chair and kneeling down in front of her. "Oh, my sweet Tsuna, Grandpa's terribly busy, you know? Uncle Madara is making him work a loooot." His voice held heavy exaggeration, which only enticed the black-haired man to roll his eyes.

The little girl gave the Hokage a poisonous glare. "Uncle Madara is a big cheater and a meanie."

"I know, right?" Hashirama cooed at his granddaughter. "He's making Grandpa work soooo much, Grandpa doesn't have time for his favourite Tsuna."

A thud sounded through the office as Madara let his forehead meet the surface of his wooden desk. Why did he put up with this nonsense?

"Uncle Madara!" The little girl said with a lot of authority. "I'm taking Grandpa with me now. No more over-working him!"

"I don't think the two of you are going anywhere." A female voice thundered throughout the office. In the doorway stood the resident redhead, Mito Senju. Both Tsunade and Hashirama froze in their tracks at her appearance, equally large drops of sweat running down their backs.

"Mito, I can explain…"

The woman ignored her husband and lowered herself till she was on eye-level with Tsunade. "Tsunade, dear, come with Grandma. Grandpa is really busy right now."

The little blonde girl pouted. "But Uncle Madara is so mean to Grandpa."

Mito smiled at her reassuringly. "It's not being mean, it's being sensible." Then she added, "And your Grandpa can handle it, he's a tough guy."

Tsunade's eyes lit up and she looked up at Hashirama. "Grandpa is tough!"

Hashirama felt pride wash over him as he nodded vigorously. "Of course, Tsuna, the toughest of them all!"

"Which is why," an evil glint crossed Mito's eyes, "we can leave him here and go eat something. Let's go, Tsunade."

"Alright, Grandma." She cheerfully skipped after the elder woman, leaving behind a depressed Hashirama.

A few seconds later he poked his head out the doorway and shouted, "Wait, Tsuna! Grandpa isn't so tough!"

Upon getting no answer he slumped down in his chair and wallowed away.

"I've changed my mind." Madara spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

Hashirama lifted his head, showering him with hopeful eyes. "You're going to let me go play with Tsuna?"

"Heavens, no. I meant that you're the source of at least 90% of my wrinkles and all of my grey hair." Madara concluded.

"Tsuna was right, you're nothing but a big meanie." His best friend huffed.

AN: HashiMada is my Naruto BroTP #1.

For those of you that actually still stick around and read this part, there's something I want to make clear: I'm fully aware that character deaths and conflicts are one of the main ways to get a story moving, and as such there's nothing I have against Kishimoto's decisions (okay, maybe Neji's death was a bit unnecessary...), but for all the tears I have shed over them, I want to write at least one happy scene for all of them, a moment of happiness that will have you crying from happiness.

Future chapters will include Team Hiruzen, Team Minato, the original Akatsuki (under Yahiko), the Uchiha clan (starring my one and only Itachi), Team Gai, and some others! If you have any other wishes, let me know :)

I'm always happy about constructive reviews :)

~Emi