#but Izuna is alive and “friendly” with Tobirama

[owlithere]

I need an AU happening during the founding era where Tobirama and Izuna are doing suspicious things™, but like in Phineas and Ferb, every time someone wants to tell about it to Madara and Hashirama, the problem in question magically disappears or is dismissed by them as nonsense (an extra plus if Hashirama and Madara themselves cannot tell each other about their suspicions concerning the other one's brother)

something along the lines of:

Hashirama: Madara, why did you never tell me that Izuna is friends with the emperor! Madara: …, because they are not in a friendly relationship? Hashirama, frowns slightly: Then how does Izuna know that the Emperor has stomach problems after eating pork? Madara, after hesitation: He once mentioned that he gets along well with the palace medic…. Hashirama, satisfied enough with his explanation: Oh a medic! That's fortunate because I wanted to send him 15kg as a gift. Madara, in disbelief: You wanted to send 15kg of pork as a gift to the emperor! We would have come out as such cheapskates…. - - - Madara: I'm pretty sure your brother is trying to create a zombie. Hashirama, without a second thought: Impossible, the last time he did it was after the death of our last brother and he promised not to try to revive them again. Madara, not allowing himself to be knocked off track: But I saw him in the graveyard mumbling strange things…. Hashirama, smiling: Tobira’ said something earlier about expanding cemetery space and burial rights! You never told me that the Uchiha burn their dead! Madara: How was I supposed to tell you that when we were at war!

both chatter enough that they are unable to return to the original problem

random shinobi: Hashirama-sama, Madara-sama, it's Tobirama-sama and Izuna-sama again! Hashirama and Madara, simultaneously: Did something happened to them! Are they fighting again? Random shinobi, in fear: Not this time! But Tobirama-sama said they were going hunting together! Hashirama, happy: But that's good, they're finally starting to get along better! Madara, scoffing: Stop it, as much as it pains me to admit it they have been getting along for a while now - they're just strangely very expressive…. which is something I didn't expect from Tobiram exactly random shinobi, with a slight disbelief that their leaders still do not understand the relationship between their younger brothers: But the problem here is not that they do it as a pair! Just what they're doing together! The companion of a random shinobi, also a shinobi: They were talking about heading to confront Kyubi! Madara, scowling: I'm sure they just wanted to scare you because they knew you were eavesdropping! Izuna has been doing that since he was two! Hashirama, excited: Izuna too! Tobira as well! Hashirama, directing the words to their shinobi: Tobirama promised not to fight any of the tailed beasts. You have nothing to worry about! *changing the scene to Tobirama and Izuna standing in front of Kyubi* Tobirama and Izuna, at the same time: so we wanted to ask… Izuna, interrupting: because we have a bet! Tobirama, focused: Which came first the tailed beasts or the chakra? Kurama, wondering why these two shinobi latched onto him without a fight and are asking strange questions: ??? *Tobirama and Izuna had simply considered the chicken and egg problem and wanted to know the answer from a trusted source*

[pachu09]

Wherein as a high caliber Sensor, Tobirama developed the ability to pinpoint out people who became psychopathic when it comes to their romantic partner/prospect.

Tobirama had first realized that something had been added to his Sensing ability.

And it all started with his Mother. Back then when all is well and good, he recalled he was only five years old when he felt the first time the spine tingling terror that shot through him when his Mother blankly stared at a civilian woman who dared to be friendly with his Father.

Mother and Father had fit to travel with him and Anija to the Capital to be introduced to the Daimyo. At the end of the week of their stay, Tobirama had vaguely recalled that the noble woman who giggles whenever Father was near her was found dead in her room. As a child it didn't really register to him that something was amiss when it happened because he was busy playing with Anija and training at that time.

But now that Tobirama is an Adult. He can now confirmed with utmost confidence that his Sensing includes knowing who becomes a Psychopath when it comes to their romantic partner.

Tobirama grimaces internally. He was loath to admit it, but his Mother is his first hard evidence of people with such extreme tendencies. He glances down at his scribbled notes with hidden codes sparsely written so no one would know of his rather personal investigation.....

Tobirama frowns deeply. Anija had been jotted down in his notes too..because he had also started to display his psychopathic tendencies. He hates to admit that he felt stupid and that it took so long for him to notice Anija's blank eyed stares when someone talks to Mito–neesan.

He shuddered in fright.

He doesn't dare to tell Mito-neesan about his speculation. Anija would probably bury him alive without killing him if he tried to warn Mito-neesan....

Tobirama bit his lips. He warily eyed the next names written underneath Anija's. Madara and Izuna had surprised him about their psychopathic tendencies. He doesn't know who are their prospects but Tobirama found himself under threatening looks whenever the Uchiha Brothers are near him. He had checked again and again with the people he had interacted with but so far as he found out... none of them had been the lover of the Uchiha Brothers...

So why is he getting hounded, furiously glared at and feeling like he's about to be killed whenever the Brothers circled around him?...

Tobirama rubbed his aching temples. Should he just hide for a month in his lab then?. So that whatever offensive thing he did would make The Uchiha Brothers forget if they can't see him?...

A single eerie knock on his lab door made Tobirama sit up in fright. His eyes nervously darted at his sealed door.

He cleared his throat and shook his head to get rid of his rattled nerves. " Who is it?. "

" Tobirama. Why are you hiding in your lab?. "

Tobirama felt the spine chilling fear shooting down his spine at hearing Izuna’s ominous question. He just knew, that it'll be an enormous mistake if he were to open his lab door.

" Uchiha. It has only been a day since I took an absence. I do not know what you need me for but just recruit Anija to help you or something. " Tobirama grimaced at his impatient tone. He didn't mean to sound dismissive but he really, really didn't want to talk to Izuna this day....preferably for a month even.

" Won't you invite us in then, Tobirama?. " Tobirama quickly stood up from his seat as he heard Madara’s voice behind the door. What in the world?...he was so sure, Izuna was the only person that was standing in front of his lab door. So where did the Elder Uchiha had come from?.

Tobirama with a dry throat swallowed nervously. " No Uchiha. I don't want the two of you entering my lab. Who knows what the two of you would accidentally destroy if you bumble around here. " he sneered in anger.

Ominous silence greeted his hateful answer.

Tobirama warily eyed his lab door. He cannot sense Madara and Izuna’s chakra behind it perhaps the Brothers had given up in pestering him?.

He decided to sit for a minute to rest his trembling legs but before he could do so...the spike of combine furious Chakra lashing out at his sensitive Sensing made him stumble on his feet and he crashes onto the ground with a hard thump. He felt dizzy and in pain as he accidentally bashed his head on his lab table when he crashed down.

He clutches his head as he wheezes painfully. The oppressive Chakra felt like it was burning him alive....

He tried to stand up, but his shaking limbs won't support him. He only had a second to realize that his doorknob had slowly rotated and an ominous click of it signified that it had been unlocked.

Tobirama stared terrified at the sandal clad feet that step over his lab barrier without any difficulty.

He slowly looked up at the Brother's furiously blazing Sharingan.

" That's not nice of you, Tobirama. " he tried to crawl away when the Elder Uchiha crouch down in front of him. But the suffocating grip on his neck made him freeze in his tracks.

" Guess its really time for him to be trained then?. What say you Aniki?. " Tobirama was instantly confused at that remark. What in the world was Izuna talking about?. What training?.

" For such a genius man. You are rather oblivious to our romantic intentions, Tobirama. " The blank eyed looks of both Uchiha Brothers made Tobirama gobsmacked that he forgot to even fight his way out of his impending doom.

With his aching head and spinning thoughts it took a second too late for him to avoid two sets of Sharingan that bulldozed its influence inside his mind like a roaring Tsunami crashing and devouring everything in its path.

And then.... Tobirama knew nothing anymore...

[phlebaswrites]

Shadows in Spring

Summary:

Some things should never be forgotten.

(Others should never be shared.)

Rating: Teen And Up Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Izuna Word Count: 2,921 (Complete)

Entry for @izunaweek

Day 4 - February 7: Gōkakyū | Amnesia | Always at Peace AU

Inspired by this Tumblr post and with many thanks to @good-grievance and @silverutahraptor for idea bouncing with me!

He sits up slowly and inspects his blood covered hands, before turning his head to look at the bodies which surround him. It's possible they could still be alive, he should go and check, but somehow - he doesn't know how - he's very sure that they're dead.

And, deep inside, there's something satisfying about that knowledge.

He pokes at that part of himself, investigating it, but it doesn't change and he leaves it for later. He might be some kind of mass murderer, but he has more important priorities right now.

First and foremost, staying alive.

Where is he? What was he doing here? Why are all these people dead?

Most importantly, who is he?

And how does he get home?

It takes him a few tries to stand up, his head hurts when he moves, but he manages it with the help of a friendly tree. He pats the bark gently, acknowledging its assistance, and staggers off, feeling his strength come back with every step he takes towards the east.

He doesn't know how he knows it’s east, he doesn't know what he's heading towards, but he's certain this is the way to go.

It just…. feels familiar.

And that's good enough for now.

Read the rest on AO3.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Bringing this one back, thank you @ohai-there for the prompt/post number

idk if Id do proper dark Hashirama here, tho it is an interesting concept. Honestly a lot of my Hashirama content has him at minimum being some shade of grey, even if its behind the curtains.

The plants want him to kill <3

Anyways, founding of konoha era with n inexplicably alive Izuna. just Hashirama being his usual friendly, flowery self, w everyone giving him all sorts of side eyes like "this guy, the god of shinobi? Hes strong but there isnt a single thought in his head" as Izuna stands there and VIBRATES with a sort of how are these people not seeing that we're all in the palm of his hand rn energy

ooohh ok going w that actually. Izuna is CONVINCED Hashirama is some sort of evil mastermind whos going to lead them all to their doom. Hashirama thinks this is very funny and cute of him and whenever theyre alone he'll sometimes tease Izuna by not even denying it (hes not leading them to their doom but he wont deny hes a lot more manipulative than anyone will give him credit for. He's a shinobi! Hes a shinobi who is very fucking good at what he does!)

Just Izuna getting way too close to Hashirama's face and hissing out that he knows what Hashirama is doing as Hashirama gives him an annoyingly peaceful, impossible to crack smile

Izuna leaves his office in a huff, brushing past Tobirama who watches him go then immediately turns to his brother and goes "You need to stop feeding into that"

"But Otouto he's so cute!!"

"He thinks you're planning on having him killed"

"I know!! The stress is adorable!"

"Anija."

":("

Hashirama is setting up fake plans and trails for Izuna to "discover" and "ruin" for enrichment. By refusing to play into Hashirama's hands Izuna is playing directly into them in a way he doesnt even realize. Hashirama is having so much fun !!! He always knew peace would be wonderful but he could have never guessed it'd be like this :D

It ends with them making out (Izuna thinks hes won by seducing Hashirama. This.... may have been Hashirama's plan all along. It's incredibly unclear)

their eventual but inevitable wedding will be full of more fake political plots for Izuna to knock over like a cat pushing a cup of a ledge. This is how they flirt

(Tobirama is suitably disgusted. Madara still thinks his brother is crazy and probably apologizes on his behalf to Hashirama a lot)

Part 1 of 4 of dumb fic ideas that I found buried in my notes app

Soft smiles, sharp teeth

"There is something deeply wrong with the man known as Senju Hashirama. Izuna, sage bless him, seems to be the only one who notices.

Or; Hashirama is sort of a maniac under all those smiles and Izuna is losing his mind over the fact that no one but him sees it."

// Maybe hashiizu, maybe not, would depend on just how the writing feels. Tempted to go with it tho bc it could be fun and there really isn't enough hashiizu content out there

Kind of dark!Hashi but idk how far I'd lean into it. He's definatley not as gentle as he seems tho— Tbrm is the only other person aware of it but they grew up together so he's immune to the "Oh hey what the fuck actually!" factor and Izuna is NOT.

Madara thinks Izuna crazy and p much everyone takes Izuna being weird ab Hashi as his 'usual' Senju paranoia but it really isn't actually, there's something legitimately wrong with that man

Scene where tbrm is like "you know he thinks you're clinically insane, right?" And Hashirama just goes "I know!!! Isn't it so cute?? :DD" and Tbrm sighs bc no. No it isn't.

Izuna and Tobirama finally bond bc after Hashirama does some crazy shit, Izuna looks Tobirama directly in the eyes and goes "I'm so sorry about ur brother" and Tobirama feels weirdly validated after years of being the only one to truly understand his brothers specific brand of insanity

[my-reality-my-rules]

Ok, can you tell me details of tour warring state shift? I ask this becauae Ibwanrnto shift for that. How is Madara and Izuna like? And The insides and family dynamics of the Uchihas? Maybe Hashirama and Mito If you interacted with them? And any other curiosity of that time period?

[thanks for this ask!]

alright, disclaimer first: my warring states DR might not exactly be the best thing to freely talk about, especially with what's currently happening on other platforms regarding shifting.

there's a lot of things regarding this era in general that would be looked down upon—and i won't be making excuses for not scripting them out, because i wanted the full experience of shifting to naruto. i just wanted to put that out there.

so, with that out of the way, let's talk about my DR itself.

[you can also find a few more detailed explanations in a google doc i keep; some of my other shenanigans are written there].

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(1) MADARA AND IZUNA

i have to admit that, while I'm generally fine with Madara, i have some mixed thoughts on Izuna. overall, they're both not bad as family. i would go so far as to say that the elder is one of my closest friends, surpassed only by Hikaku. he's kind, and very indulgent with my whims. Madara likes to look out for everyone even when they don't want nor need it, is a bit obsessed with taking his duties seriously, and likely suffers from some form of burnout. thinking of him does make a bit sad, though. Tajima's still alive, and the man's been grilling him on finding a bride. problem is, HashiMada was a thing in my DR :'DDD and I'm currently the guinea pig having to deal with Madara's sulking fits. i am, frankly, honoured to be someone he trusted with that secret, but i am not equipped to deal with romance. as for Izuna? call me any day—i am down and ready to throw hands. I'm kidding (not really). where Madara's the prime elder brother material many people would probably want, Izuna's that babied brat of a cousin who spells trouble just because he can. he's not a bad person—i don't hate him. chances are, I'd actually team up with him for both stupid arguments and serious fights if it suited me. but it doesn't make him less of a nuisance to deal with. Izuna gets very sexist and classist from time to time, and...well, xenophobic (i don't even know if that's the right word, but you get what i mean). he's also very pushy and arrogant.

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(2) MITO AND HASHIRAMA

to be honest, i have more experience dealing with Tobirama more than either Hashirama or Mito. hell, even my interactions with Tōka are more significant compared to the couple. for the most part, my contacts with the elder brother happen only because of my (pseudo?) acquaintanceship with the younger. Tobirama and I often use the same routes when travelling between smaller villages, especially on solo missions and in neutral spaces. here's the thing: while I've met and talked with Hashirama in passing, all of those times happened only during times I've scripted, but not shifted for. these are events where we're required to interact with each other. think of: the daimyō's clan rep summons, battlefield warfare, semi-joint missions, and the like. he's very open and friendly, and almost always willing to compromise—there's no doubt about that. but I'm also very wary of him. listen, he's a nice person, but I'll just be honest and say this: i don't trust him, not the slightest bit. my opinion on Mito isn't any more different. it's not that i dislike her, but neither do i actively like her. it's a neutral feeling, i suppose. I've seen her more than I do Hashirama [ok wait short break—by every god that exists, she's actually really fucking gorgeous]—but, like Hashirama, i don't know her enough to formulate any substantial thoughts about her. just that she's associated with the senju, and her clan is allied with them, so that makes her a threat by nature. i won't lie—the time I've spent with the uchiha has influenced me by a large margin. it's not going away anytime soon. and even then, a part of me already acknowledged that both aren't people i want to fully deal with. with tobirama, it's easier, because we have this mutual regard for one another. i interact with the man from time to time, and we're at least familiar. his family is a different story.

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(3) OTHER CURIOSITIES

hmm...there's actually a lot of things I'm interested in, in my DR. i suppose by 'curiosities', you meant some kind of non-canon aspect of it? I'm trying to keep this entry short, so I'll just list two things here. I'll just add more details to the DR journal later on. well, there's this group called the Soldiers in White. i wouldn't go so far as to call them vigilantes, although they skid near that boundary. they're an organisation made of clan defectors; and, as far as I'm aware, their main objective is to promote the intermingling of the average clan members with 'common blood', and it's done in an act of science. they're a pretty radical group in my DR, so they're catching a lot of controversy. there's also the bi-annual clan rep summons, announced at the daimyō's convenience. there's no set date for it. it's basically this nationwide (and by that i mean only Fire Country) gathering for all clans, and it's done so His Royal Highness gets an update on what's been going on with his vassals. i don't attend the actual bureaucratic meetings, but there's an open festival available for three days straight. it's a fun event, and I've gone to it twice while shifting.

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that's it, so far.

most of what I've written down about my Naruto DR is actually in the journal itself, so, if you're interested, just check that out. i listed some more intricate details there; like my schedule, or how I met my cousins for the first time (aka the canon characters), mission anecdotes, clan dynamics, and the like.

also, yeah, i definitely recommend shifting for the founders! i haven't seen much others going there, just the usual konoha 12. it'd be nice to chat about it with someone :DDD

[denialcity]

Is Tobirama aware that the Uchicha have weird feelings towards him? Also in the au how do he react to Izuna basically feeling neglected by his family? Is he aware he’s the most well adjusted or the family? how does Izuna’ twin feel about him dating him?

Well we actually have two AUs going on, so just for clarity:

Blessed Sacrifice AU: Canon, except the Uchiha believe that people with red eyes have been sacrificed by the gods on the Uchihas' behalf, making the red-eyed people weak in exchange for making the Uchiha strong/giving them the sharingan, and as a result the Uchiha are divinely obligated to protect anyone with naturally red eyes. In this AU only Madara, Izuna, Hashirama, and Tobirama are alive, because their brothers died prior to the river friendship breakup, which is when this AU diverges from canon.

Everybody Lives AU aka dt3: Canon, except all of Madara's and Hashirama's brothers are alive (which changes a few other things, such as through Madara not being clan head). The Uchiha don't care about Tobirama's eyes in this AU, so their feelings about him are purely because of his being a Senju/former enemy (ooooor just because he's a mad scientist who will insult you to your face). But not because of his eyes. (Dt3 specifically refers to Taka/Kawarama/Meguru, but since we started out focusing on them it gets used for the AU as a whole sometimes.)

We meant to just quickly figure out some personality traits for Madara's dead brothers so that he and Izuna could angst about them in Blessed Sacrifice, but then they grew too much personality and the whole Everybody Lives AU happened. We're still telling ourselves that we're only writing Blessed Sacrifice and Everybody Lives will wait at least until most of Blessed Sacrifice is written, but a few other people have expressed interest and one fic has been posted (mind the tags though, it's kinky smut). And of course there's the blog name.

On to actual answers!

Tobirama doesn't really know how to react to Izuna feeling neglected. He is not a feelings guy nor a therapist. It explains some things. (Such as: why did Izuna hang around Tobirama long enough to become friends in the first place? Why did Izuna say he liked that Tobirama ignores everyone? It's because Izuna expects people to ignore him but at least with Tobirama that just makes Izuna the same as everyone else.)

He might try to get Izuna to hang out with Hashirama (very friendly! Will definitely hug Izuna, which Izuna... probably needs...?) or Itama (best at understanding people of the brothers, would probably have been a psychologist in another life, can probably figure out exactly what Izuna's issues are and what to do about them). But Tobirama is aware that he is Not Good At Feelings, and besides Izuna seems to enjoy being around him, so probably whatever he's doing already is right, somehow? So Tobirama will mostly continue as he was.

(He might inform Izuna that Izuna has low standards.  He is correct about this.)

Tobirama might point out that there's a reasonable argument to be made that he's the most well-adjusted of the family, but he'd mostly do it to be snarky/shame his brothers into being more well adjusted themselves. (This is, of course, not very effective.) He probably doesn't actually think he's the most well-adjusted, although that's partly because he doesn't care about being well-adjusted and hasn't really thought about it much at all.

Kunimi baby darling Kunimi

Kunimi has Extremely Complicated feelings on... everything. The peace, the Senju as a whole, Tobirama in particular. The peace being based (not entirely, but largely) on Tobirama making medicine for Kunimi means that the hold the Senju have over the Uchiha is Kunimi, and Tobirama is the one doing the holding. (Also Itama, because Tobirama believes in redundancy should he die unexpectedly, so Itama knows how to make Kunimi's medicine too. But Tobirama invented it.)

And it's not that powerful, Taka isn't Madara, and if he decided that the Uchiha would be better off going back to war, he would do that and let Kunimi suffer through not having medication again. And the Uchiha have benefited a lot from the peace.

...But it still happened because the Senju were able to use Kunimi to pressure the Uchiha into making concessions.

Kunimi angsts A Lot is what I'm getting at, and Tobirama is pretty strongly associated with that. So Kunimi would really rather avoid him when possible.

At the same time though Kunimi has seen Tobirama nerd out about science and chemistry and medicine enough to conclude that Tobirama would be the most reluctant of the Senju brothers to go back to war, because war would mean that Tobirama would have less time for science in general and wouldn't be able to study Kunimi in particular at all. Which is... something...?

Very complicated feelings, as said.

But Kunimi is aware that Tobirama as a person is, while an asshole, not really bad or untrustworthy or anything (...accounting for being a shinobi). So he's glad that Izuna is happy and not terribly worried about the relationship (at least, not more than he would be worried about Izuna dating any Senju).

He could do without Izuna having been lured into the mad science, though. Kunimi did not ever need to know that his brother has dissected himself. He's glad that it was safe and that Izuna is enjoying his new hobby but why did the hobby have to be mad science of all things.  Itama is sympathetic but also inured to Tobirama’s science at this point so Kunimi is Suffering while Itama just goes ‘yeah he does that sort of thing.’

[senjuside]

“Uchiha Izuna,” it—he rasps dryly, face cold as marble. “Good morning. Would you tell me why your brother keeps throwing gifts in my face everytime we meet?”

Looking at the sides of his futon with the sudden realization that Tobira isn’t letting him goes anywhere, with the heavy body almost smashing him in the mattress, Izuna thinks about how he should tell a fucking siren that his absolute insane brother is trying to propose in a very, very archaic way.

Giving a trembling, wry smile at the thing, Izuna shivers heavily when the siren smiles back, with too many sharp teeths to be peaceful or friendly in any way.

And they’ve the audacity to tell Izuna was the one who hadn’t any survival instinct remaining.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara

Rating: T

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2734

Written for @madatobiweek, Week 1: Folklore and mythology // The moment I knew. Read on AO3 or under the cut :)

(my bad for any mistake or something guys. english, as you'll see, isn't my first language :p good reading, anyway <3)

Madara had never been a usual lover—always all sharp barbs and rough language used as a comfortable shield to hide the soft gazes he’d give Tobirama—even if, Tobirama supposes, they’ve never been a usual couple either.

Madara is a peculiar creature, Tobirama knows. He’s harsh to deal with, hurdle, and for onces paranoid. But, Tobirama thinks with a nearly fond, in love smile, he would’ve his moments as well.

Like his apparently newly gained obsession with gifts.

It was quite cute from the very first time. A weighty book written in the old language of the dwarfs, that lived in the south. An anklet of silver, and a ring of amestice. Even a couple of heavy fur collars, soft that hurted at the touch, smelling distinguly like Madara.

All the gifts are carefully bestowed inside of his cave, in a safe bubble of air to not screw up with nothing. Was a really sweet action of such a rough man like Madara, rude like Tobirama is pretty aware he usually is, so Tobirama wouldn’t like to waste those kinda rare openly ways to show affection.

Unlike the dragons, sirens like Tobirama in general don't really give a matter to the thing’s price, gold or diamond—even if Tobirama is pretty sure that sirens do not usually get gifts from pleasure. They’re usually too busy with the ‘charming pretty sallys underwater and so devour’-thing to make good first impressions or build relationships.

But, Tobirama supposes, everything certainly has a limit.

And now Madara is nearly to overtake it. Hard.

“FOR YOU,” Madara yells, even if he's one step away from Tobirama, sitting poorly in the river’s muddy margens.

Tobirama blinks at him, wordlessly for a second, but Madara doesn’t offer anything more but turns into his back and runs away, giving Tobirama no chance to thank or say a word.

For the fifty time, just this week.

It’s starting to turn… cansative, Tobirama ponders, looking carefully at the golden mirror in his hands.

Pursing his lips down, Tobirama honestly thinks that this shit is elongating itself for a way more than it would be necessary.

If Madara isn’t going to get his head out of his ass, Tobirama may have some questions to ask the Uchiha.

———————

A drop of water falls down to rest on Izuna’s cheek, followed by another, and another. Izuna struggles himself over asleep, frowning.

Another drop falls through his jaw, to dive inside his open sleep-yakuta, cold as hell, making Izuna quivers hard and wake up suddenly, shaking, just to blink open his eyes, his vision cloudy by the sleepness, and get himself face to face with—all Izuna’s words — a sharp feature elevated above him, pale as a paper with devilish red eyes, imobile, gazing at him deeply.

The only thing that hinders Izuna to scream for help is the creature’s hand put against his mouth. The room still was shadowish by the close fusumas, and a thick trail of water left spots on the tatames. Not daring to look away, Izuna inbreate sharply, wide-eyed looking at the impassive face of the thing above him.

A vision that, for Izuna’s total and absolute terror, slowly starts to remind him disturbingly of some of Madara's descriptions.

And, although Izuna knew Madara has a lover outside the clan—and probably any person that could hear or read lips in the Uchiha did notice Madara being insupportable and repugnantly sweet when he was singing praises at his dearest Tobira— he could never expect a fucking siren just out of Izuna’s wrostes nightmares.

“Uchiha Izuna,” it—he rasps dryly, face cold as marble. “Good morning. Would you tell me why your brother keeps throwing gifts in my face everytime we meet?”

Izuna shallows hardly, repentinaly regretting deeply having fought with Madara to sleep for one more hour instead of attending the clan’s reunion this morning. Looking at the sides of his futon with the sudden realization that Tobira isn’t letting him goes anywhere, with the heavy body almost smashing him in the mattress, Izuna thinks about how he should tell a fucking siren that his absolute insane brother is trying to propose in a very, very archaic way.

Giving a trembling, wry smile at the thing, Izuna shivers heavily when the siren smiles back, with too many sharp teeths to be peaceful or friendly in any way.

And they’ve the audacity to tell Izuna was the one who hadn’t any survival instinct remaining.

———————

Dragons are such beautiful, sweet and possessive creatures, Tobirama learned with the time. Differently from his specie, for onces cold and kinda cruel, hovering in deep, cold waters, so deep that even the light couldn’t come in there sometimes, the dragons aren’t any different from the fire they could spit out.

Their love would burn, deep and beautiful, as blaze fierling all along the night.

Tobirama is a child from the sea; his love isn’t scorching as the dragon’s love is but silent and peaceful like a quiet summer night browsing in calm sea, at the same it is furious and instotable like the worst of the storms. It is measureless as is the ocean, for sure hurdle, for times, but never flawed.

Dragons are explosive as the fire that growls into their veins. They’re imediatalist, and they trust deeply or simply do not. There’s no middle term in love, in family. You’re theirs, or isn’t.

They’re explosions of emotions, stars collapsing in supernovas—all the opposite of Tobirama, cold and racionable when the situation needs, treacherous in confidence, never trusting in no one but himself, despite using it to climb at his objectives, and there’s no shame in admit that: he’s what he’s and wouldn’t change for nobody.

Tobirama knows he’s hard to deal with, but, if there’s a single resemblance between sirens and dragons, when you’re into his heart, you’re there forever—because the tide may change, but the trail will be always there for thoses who venture to travel and conquist. And when Madara stole that kiss from him, Tobirama allowed him to stay, for forever, if he wanted to. He was from Madara from body and soul since that time when Madara’s fingers nuzzled down his scales.

Tobirama chuckles softly to himself, nestling the pearl necklace Madara had given him this week against his chest. He’s just Madara's, but it seems like his koibito doesn’t notice this yet.

Little fool.

———————

“You were building a treasure for me.”

It is the first thing Tobirama says, his voice dry as usual while he points out, when Madara comes into his field of vision.

Naturally, Tobirama knew of the dragon’s tendencies to accumulate, of course. He may have spent half a life peeking around deep waters, but he’s not oblivious. Even Madara already had prided himself for Tobirama after he stole—”found around the battlefield, I ain’t a thief, siren of hell”— a sword or a helmet he considered good enough to be on his particular treasure.

He never thought, however, that this would extend to their partners.

Madara seems to freeze in half a way, a few steps from where he meets Tobirama almost every night. His heavy cloak rock softly with the wind, the stiff scale next to the horns in the temples fading out with the creamy skin the moonlight's light—light that doesn't do anything to hide Madara's soft flush when he stops throughout the trail to the river’s margers, looking anything but absolutely cute.

Who’d say that this ugly mug may be so adorable, Tobirama scoffs mentally, playful, as he perceives Madara starts to look more and more ashamed. So different from the pride warrior he had seen Madara transformed himself amidst the battlefield more than one time, tearing apart flesh with his claws as he'd cutting raw silk.

Tobirama smiles softly, although he’s been pretty aware that his sharp, long teeths probably doesn't seem like an amorous expression at all. "Stop get stood here like a idiot and come here, stupid," Tobirama scoffs gentily.

Madara's eyes narrow thighly, the narrow slits brighting in the night with a soft red glow, but does, taking a step in to sit in the river's margers

Tobirama pushes his body up to rest his head next to Madara's lap.

“You made quite a mess, you know that?” Tobirama said softly. “Your brother seemed to be absolutely terrified when he saw me.”

Madara frowns, widening his eyes a bit.  “Did you go see Izuna?”

“Any problem?” Tobirama asks dryly, arching a cheeky eyebrow. “I was getting tired of having my partner throwing things at me and so turning away to run off, you know.”

Madara grimaces, poking Tobirama’s forehead softly. “Peace, siren of mine. I was just asking.”

Tobirama huffs, as the pride creature Madara knows he’s, narrowing his eyes before getting started again, “he didn’t help, though. I suppose he was too afraid of me eating him alive or something to mutter more than a couple of words without passing out.”

Madara cannot help but laugh. “Sounds like him. And explains why he was looking like a crazy man to the koi pond when I went off.”

“Of the couple of things he could make minimally undestable, I discovered some interesting things,” Tobirama continues dryly, but there’s a background of palpable diversion in his voice. “He said something about ‘absolutely insane relatives’—” Madara turns his eyes there, “—‘stupid courtship’ and I’m pretty sure he did yell a think alike ‘engagement.’”

Madara suddenly curses mentaly his pale skin when his cheeks sembles to catch on fire again, as well the always trained eyes of Tobirama, shining like two rubies in the damp, his gaze burning in his face, watchful at all his little reactions. Huffing to get away his sudden embarrassment, Madara grumbles grumply, “and you connect the dots. Of course you did, fuckin’ genius son of a bitch.”

Tobirama smiles, a simple contraction on the edge of his lips. “Naturally,” he brags himself, the insupportable. “I’d appreciate a contribution of yours, throught.”

Madara grimaces, but doesn’t take a word against him. Cleaning his throat with a soft disgust contraction on his lips, he gets started, “... yes, it’s kind of an engagement, but more like… a proposal. You know that every dragon has a collection of something, right? I collect bright, mortal things. Such as weapons,” Madara explains calmy, but he’s feeling anxious, Tobirama can say by the way he keeps his gaze trained in his hands, an adorable soft flush covering his pale cheeks. “Therefore, when we’ve got interest in someone, it was usual for the dragon to give his interest with gifts to add to their treasure. That’s why I wanted to give you something that would… fit with you. Not just. Trinket."

“I supposed it would be something like that,” Tobirama sings, smiling. “So, I should return your gifts, shouldn’t I?”

Madara whips up himself, stumbling around the words, “I-I mean, if you’d accept the courtship—”

Tobirama laughed. “Oh, you’re such a fool sometimes, my love.” Madara opens his mouth to hash out wrathful, but Tobirama keeps speaking before Madara can have the chance for saying anything, “of course I’d, Madara. If a siren matches, they’d match for a life. There’s no dating. You’re mine and I've been yours since the day I accepted you inside my home.”

Madara blinks. He breathes, “oh.”

Tobirama scoffs before he could hold himself, “oh, fuckin’ jerk.”

Madara squawks aloud, opening his mouth to fuss, but Tobirama just chunkles, getting on his elbows to stand up and press their lips softly.

“I hate you,” Madara murmurs against Tobirama’s mouth a second later, just to make his point.

One of Tobirama’s teeth nips on Madara’s lip lightly, not enough to hurt or to take off blood, but teasing. Feeling playful, Tobirama gently pushes down a handful of Madara’s hair to make him curve next to him, easing the angle for Tobirama to lick inside Madara’s mouth. “I hate you too, sweetheart,” he scoffs, “no worries.”

Madara turns his eyes, sighing when he presses their foreheads together. “Shitty idiot. I was trying to be romantic, y’know.”

Tobirama arches an eyebrow. “I highly doubt you were romantic for a second of your entire life.”

Madara seems to be offended, bristiling like an urchin. “I’m very romantic, thank you! And thinking I did an entire courtship plan to you bawl me out like that…”

Smiling easily, Tobirama nudges softly, “did you, so?”

Madara flusters himself with a petty whiff, getting started grumply, “I mean, it’s a little anquite, but… I wanted to show you that, mm-I mean, like the tradition says. That you aren’t something I’m taking ownership of, but that I am sharing my treasure with you, and what’s mine is yours.”

“That’s,” Tobirama says a couple of moments later, blinking a bit of surprise, but with his voice repugnantly soft and gentle, “especially sweet of you. Thank you, Madara.”

Madara huffs. “Don’t mention it.”

Tobirama rolls his eyes, playfully poking Madara’s tight with sharp teeth. “Don’t be so smug about it.”

Madara arches an eyebrow. “Hope you haven’t forgotten I am an Uchiha. It’s in my blood.”

“Stupidness?” Tobirama asks dryly.

“No. We do like to exhibe our things. Especially those mortal and beautiful. Or just the ones that bite.”

Tobirama’s face covers quickly with red. He grumbles, pouting sulky, “shut the fucking up, Uchiha. That’s the only thing your pea-sized brain can think about?”

“When I’ve a willing, beautiful siren only for me?” Madara smirks. “Absolutely.”

Preening a hand across the soft, sleek scales where it united together with the almost phantasmagoric white skin from Tobirama’s belly, by where it is out of the water, resting in the mud next to one of Madara’s legs, Madara hums happily. “Sirens don't have some type of honeymoon?” he asks serenely.

Tobirama chuckles. “I think they’d.”

“I suppose I’ve to celebrate with my pretty fiancé.” Madara shudders. “Haven’t I?”

“I’m sure you’ve,” Tobirama replies easily, spreading out his arms to deliberately offer Madara a better vision of his chest, letting the way down his belly free, easy for Madara to slip with his hand. Arching an eyebrow, Tobirama asks, “shy now, Madara?”

Madara scoffs aloud. “Nothing I haven’t seen yet, bastard.”

“Tired already of, so?”

“Never.” Madara’s quick to ensure. “You’re always a show aside. And I’d suppose we'll have to consummate. Again. Dragon style.”

Tobirama cannot help but laugh. “Why are you always a shitty mood killer? Better—why do I accept getting engaged with you, from all the people?”

Giggling, Madara noses Tobirama’s jaw absently. “Because you love me, clearly.”

Tobirama does, of course—but it wasn't like he’s going to say it and inflame Madara’s ego more than it already is.

Instead, Tobirama just moans softly when Madara scrapes his blunt teeth in his neck, huffing a blow of heated air against the bruise he certainly left.

Greedy, his lover is, and Tobirama doesn’t do anything to appease that when Madara growls softly some verbal affirmation of that but smiles, his teeth scraping dangerously Madara’s pants, sucking a bruise next to his hips.

Tobirama’s smile is all teeth. “Cute of you to think dragon’s are the only ones with possessive tendencies here.”

———————

“There’s a motherfucker demon living on your koi pond, Madara! Are you fucking crazy?!”

“The demon surely has a name,” Tobirama rumbles, thicc and sharp, a dark playfulness trickling on his tone, from where he’s upholding his head on his hands, above the engawa, arching an eyebrow to Izuna as he smiles, all teeth.

“Madara!” Izuna cries out. “He’ll pull my feet when you’re asleep and so drown me! Look at him!”

Tobirama hums, without any shame, and, perhaps propositaly, arches his upper lip a bit to show his teeth better, as he’d growling.

“He’s learning how to smile,” Madara grumbles at him, blind by passion. Or charmed, Izuna thinks, narrowing his eyes to the thing, floating in the koi pond, looking absolutely suspiciously serene. “And Tobirama will be perfectly fine. He’ll not drown you or anyone. Stop being rude with my bride, Izuna! Where’s your manners?”

While Madara keeps talking around and complaining about Izuna, Tobirama arches a sharp eyebrow at him. “Easy now, Izuna. I’m living here, and I’d hate to eat my brother-in-law accidentally.”

Whimpering, Izuna would like to know where he could sign up to change from his family, thank you so much.

[aurora-nuova]

Rude Love

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom: Naruto  

Universe: Modern AU

Relationships:

Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara (main)

Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito (side)

Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama, Senju Itama, Uzumaki Mito

@madatobiweek Week 4: There was only one bed OR Not realizing they are already dating

Summary: 

Summer sun, cool waves, a beautiful beach. Nothing could go wrong on this long awaited, blessed holiday to the sea, right? W r o n g!

Madara should’ve just pushed his best friend off of that cliff they had been playing on as kids when he had the chance.

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Chapter 01: Something new

Madara startled awake with a curse on his lips when a cheering Hashirama‘s elbow hit the pillow his head had been resting upon but momentarily got distracted by a female speaker announcement.

“—and gentleman, as we start our descent, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position and your seatbelt is securely fastened—”

Ah, apparently it was time for their airplane to land. And surely, looking out of the window confirmed it as no clouds were greeting him. Instead, the ground was rapidly closing in on them. 

Turning his head away from the window, he threw Mito—who was sitting on Hashirama‘s right— a tired but bemused look that she promptly returned when her husband started making quiet hooting noises at the bumpy arrival at their destination.

What a child, he thought fondly as he acknowledged a warm feeling making its way through his body. Though such mushy thoughts were only allowed in the privacy of his mind and were never to be discussed out loud or lest he got made fun of by Izuna or his other siblings.

Looking at his best friend, he sometimes wished he had half as much, well, or maybe only a third of his positivity. At least on his good days.

Though, on second thought, it sounded rather exhausting.

Maybe his slightly more realistic approach to life wasn‘t so bad after all, he mused as said best friend turned around to him with a beaming smile, not even having noticed that he had been the cause of his interrupted sleep in his glee. Returning a sleepy smile, he realized that Hashirama probably was positive enough for both of them. Or rather both of their close families, if he were to be honest.

It still amused him to this day that no sane person would expect this child of a man to be a renowned paediatrician but sometimes people were apparently wrong. Very wrong.

Because jokes aside, fortunately, Hashirama indeed could be serious when his patients and their parents trusted him with the children’s life. And doing so, he tended to them with unmatched enthusiasm and passion.

So all was good, he guessed.

Stretching his stiff muscles through a yawn, he noticed familiar tresses of long, dark hair sticking out from between the gap in the seats in front of him. Zeroing in on it with a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips, he nimbly stuck his hand through the gap to pull one of the bigger chunks of hair, only to immediately receive a satisfyingly high pitched yelp.

“OUCH! You ass!” Izuna screeched turning his head back around to him and hastily reclaimed all of his hair with a scowl, making Madara huff in amusement.

“Oh please, stop being such a drama quee-” the older of the two started retorting when suddenly his younger brother turned around in his seat somewhat—seatbelt still fastened, making the endeavour pretty awkward looking as he smushed his face between the backrests to make a grab for Madara’s own hair.

“No!” he groused out, leaning away from the squiggly hand. “Stop!”

“Payback‘s a bitch, Nii-san!” the younger Uchiha snarked back, voice muffled by the seat and continued to make grabs for his hair that Madara defended by slapping his grabby hands away.

“Children, please,” Mito‘s exasperated voice suddenly broke through their argument, making both of them stop—Madara crossing his arms while Izuna turned back around and untangled himself from the space between the two seats, arm almost getting stuck in the process.

“I‘m not a child, he is!” Izuna grumbled out as he was facing the right way again, missing the red head‘s amused but quiet laugh.

Wondering why the biggest child of them all hadn‘t joined them in their squabbling and actually kept quiet for once, the Uchiha looked back at Hashirama, noticing that he too had an arm moving, but in the right gap between the seats in front of himself. The Uchiha made a confused sound and nudged the taller man who then looked at him with a questioning smile.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to wake up Tobi and Itama, I saw them asleep when I left for the bathroom a few minutes ago,” the brunette answered with a sunny smile as the Uchiha hummed in acknowledgement as people around them started to get their luggage from the overhead stowage spaces to leave the plane.

Finally exiting the airport‘s sliding doors with their heavy luggage to walk into a metaphorical wall of humidity as the sun tried to roast them alive only made Madara close his eyes in misery. The heat was so much worse than he had anticipated.

Great

To be completely honest, he hadn‘t even wanted to come here in the first place, would have instead preferred a milder, more enjoyable weather for his long-awaited vacation but unfortunately, he had lost in the poll their two families had held to determine what this trip‘s destination would be as everyone except Itama and him had voted for this dreaded hot climate as their travel destination.

Surprisingly even Tobirama—currently dressed in long pants with a long-sleeved sweatshirt‘s hood and a pair of sunglasses covering his face—had wanted to come here.

Whatever, he would make the best of this holiday.

As it was, unfortunately, not all of their siblings had been able to come with them due to scheduling difficulties. However, they had already agreed on another trip in winter when hopefully their schedules would align a bit more smoothly with much more desirable weather, at least for him.

He already looked forward to it.

Something he could live without though, was the planning and scheduling part as arranging things for the six of them had been a logistical nightmare already. What with Itama having to hand his last thesis in the day before while Izuna and Tobirama respectively had to write their exams a few hours before their flight took off.

He himself probably wouldn’t even have been able to take time off on such short notice if his position at work as detective hadn‘t been so high and he himself and his good reputation hadn’t been so well regarded amongst their ranks and—no, he was joking. In reality he still had a few open favours with his boss and promptly used one of them to be able to be here with his family and friends when Hashirama had texted him the booking confirmation.

His boss obviously hadn‘t been too happy. But after Madara had helped out countless of times, sacrificing his free time again and again when needed, raked in so many extra hours, that he had accumulated a lot of those favours. And just to be on the safe side, had tied all loose ends at work in preparation which thankfully had swayed the man to agree in the end.

The Uchiha briefly wondered how Obito and his fellow colleagues were doing before Izuna chatting him up caught his attention.

Next thing he knew, they were leaving their rented cars parked outside an Italian restaurant and taking their seats around a big but crammed table as Hashirama had rejected the friendly personnel’s offer to push two tables together because apparently he wanted to cuddle in this inhumane heat or who knew why tree brain hadn‘t wanted the second table because Madara for sure didn‘t.

Smushed between Izuna and Hashirama, he could already feel the sweat run down his back as he pushed his sunglasses atop his head, tangling up a few strands of hair that he couldn’t care less about at the moment in the process.

“Get anything you want, it‘s on me to celebrate the end of the semester for our three youngest and of course, the start of our amazing holidays together!“ his best friend exclaimed when everyone had received their beverages and toasted all of them, resulting in clinking of glass and various intonations of gratitude amongst them.

After Madara downed his glass in one go and lowered it back on the table with a loud clink, he rummaged through his pockets to find a godforsaken hair tie. His hair was already uncomfortably sticking to the back of his neck. Frowning, he gave up when he came up empty.

Hashirama probably didn‘t have one on hand, as he only tied it for work and Mito used hair pins, which left him with only Izuna who was typing away on one of his social media accounts. Leaning over, he saw a snapshot out of the airplane window.

“Pretty picture.”

Izuna immediately shot him a dubious look.

“Okay. What do you want?” his younger brother asked with an expectant look on his face.

“Can‘t I compliment you without wanting anything?” he asked bemused.

“Oh please,” the other huffed out.

“Alright, whatever. Do you have a hair tie?”

Izuna took a terribly amused look at his horribly mussed up hair. The stupid humidity wasn‘t doing the older Uchiha any favours, making his usually wild hair poof up and stick out in an even crazier mess than usual. He was well aware but the brat didn‘t even try to stifle his derisive snort.

“Yes, but know that this will cost you a third of your dessert,” the little shit haughtily replied as he took a tie out of a bag between them.

“A fifth and you have yourself a deal,” Madara huffed, holding his hand out.

“A fourth and you have to order something I actually like,” Izuna countered, holding out the desired hair tie just out of reach.

“Deal,” he heaved out with a heavy sigh, accepting the cargo and tying up his hair into a messy ponytail, immediate relief flooding him, as the slightly less warm air of the ceiling fan caressed the back of his neck. Much better.

Madara shot his greedy brother and his mostly immaculate hair an annoyed look, when the other happily turned back to continue typing away on his smartphone.

He would need to steal whatever the little shit had used to wrestle his own mane into submission out of his luggage and use it on his hair tomorrow when the other inevitably would still be snoozing away the morning, since he liked to sleep in.

They had the same hair structure, after all, but he wasn‘t willing to pay the unreasonably high price his sibling surely would come up with as soon as he asked him about the product he must‘ve been using to tame their family brand of crazy hair.

Under no circumstances would he walk around like some caveman after today, though.

Right now everyone was still tired and mussed up from their flight, even elegant Mito, so his crazier than usual hair wouldn‘t be noticed too badly.

But starting tomorrow, that excuse wouldn‘t fly anymore, as everyone would attempt to look presentable for the undoubtedly many pictures Hashirama and Izuna would take in the span of their holidays. And seriously, latter didn‘t need even more blackmailing material, as he already had more than enough of that stowed away already.

But more importantly, tomorrow Tobirama wouldn‘t be so exhausted anymore that his head would look like it was ready to loll onto the table.

Seriously, the poor guy looked ready to fall off the chair any minute if it weren‘t for Itama on his left, holding him up in an embrace while happily chatting with him and Izuna squished in on his right, forcing him into a somewhat upright position.

The younger Senju seemed way too tired to even notice much today, belatedly reacting to any verbal or physical stimuli as far as he had seen.

In fact, the exhausted albino probably couldn’t wait until they finished their food and finally drove to the hotel so he could catch up on all of that lost sleep tonight. However, that also meant that the albino‘s sharp eyes would be scrutinizing and analyzing everyone and everything starting with tomorrow, so he needed to look presentable if not a bit nicer than usual at least.

Feeling eyes bore into the side of his head, he inwardly startled at being caught staring, as his eyes slid back over to Izuna who was wiggling his eyebrows and pursing his lips at him in an imitation of a kiss.

“Shut up!” he quietly hissed and shoved at him, hoping no one had noticed the idiot.

“But I‘m not saying anything!” the brat cackled, as he bumped into an unresponsive Tobirama next to him, subsequently rattling Itama who shot them a quick bemused but confused look.

“Just stop it, you ass,” he grumbled out, refraining from hitting his younger brother upside the head to avoid any additional spotlight from the chatting couple by his side to keep the cause of the start of the situation under wraps.

There was no need for Izuna to spout lies about him ogling the light haired man like he had a crush on him or something similarly stupid. Definitely lies. Shut up.

He avoided looking in the albino‘s direction for the rest of their duration at the restaurant, even when Izuna stole more than a fourth of his dessert.

But apparently things were still going too smoothly and the universe wanted to punish him for whatever sins he had accumulated over his life at once because right before they entered their hotel to check in, Hashirama abruptly planted his feet on the searing hot concrete under a palm tree and waved them over.

Oh god, what would this be about?

Judging by the massive grin on his face, it couldn‘t be anything good.

When everyone was situated around him, Hashirama clapped his hands.

“Alright, since we always, well, almost! Since we almost always do the same room distributions, I came up with an idea this time,” he revealed giddily.

“Wait, what?” Madara exclaimed confused as the taller man started rummaging in his pant pocket.

“We‘re drawing straws!“ the idiot exclaimed joyously as he held out a fist of sticks, receiving mixed reactions from everyone around him.

“Please tell me you‘re not serious?“ the oldest Uchiha replied with a sinking feeling.

“Why not?“

“Mito, your wife, is the only female in this group?“ he tried reasoning to no avail.

“Oh yes, that‘s why we‘re sharing a room!“ the stupid tree answered him cheerfully.

And it was that moment that Madara actually took a look at the sticks in his hand and noticed that there were only four of them. Opening his mouth, Hashirama immediately interrupted him.

“Because we booked on such short notice, they only had one room with two single beds, the other two are double beds. Mito and I will take one of those but there‘s still the question of who will get the other two rooms each,“ the older Senju explained with a smile.

“Still, it doesn‘t make any sense why we should draw lots in the first place. I don’t care in what kind of bed I sleep in with Izuna,“ Madara said scowling as he crossed his arms.

“But Itama and Izuna want to try something new and right now you’re the only one not agreeing,” the brunette said pouting.

“You didn’t even give me a heads up— Wait, what? Since when does snowflake agree to your stupid ideas?” he asked, throwing the two Senju brothers in question a confused look. One of them half asleep and not even listening, the other one pouting down at him.

After all, out of the siblings Tobirama was the only one stopping Hashirama’s mischief on a daily basis when things looked like they would get out of hand while the two younger ones loved to indulge in their eldest brother’s silly antics.

“Anija asked him on our way to the airport,” Itama helpfully supplied, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“Do you really think that‘s fair? Snowflake has been closer to a walking zombie than a human being!“ he groused out, scowl intensifying.

Tobirama very belatedly pursed his lips in a pout and softly furrowed his brows but didn‘t react any further, making the older Uchiha feel all sorts of fuzzy and mushy things. God no. Trying to not show any emotion besides annoyance on his face was getting harder by the second.

“No offence, but that’s a very underhanded tactic for you, Hashirama. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days,” the older Uchiha accused to hammer in his point.

“But that’s the only way he agreed for once,” the older man admitted with a chuckle.

He zeroed in on Izuna when he too chuckled.

“And since when do you like trying out new things?” Madara accused his sibling.

“Excuse you! I try new things all the time and you would know that if you followed my social media accounts like you said you would!” the younger Uchiha answered scandalized with furrowed brows.

The older Uchiha groaned. Not this again.

“Is it too much to want some fun on this vacation?” Hashirama asked with one of his better renditions of a puppy look directed at him while Tobirama slinked off to sit down next to Mito on a bench not far from them.

Huffing, he shuffled his feet, looking around and tried to think of a way out of this.

Izuna would be his best bet of course. But if he had to share a room with Itama, things would probably get awkward pretty fast as they never had spent time on their own until now. However, Tobirama would be an even worse pick. Not because he had anything against the younger man but because of other things that he didn’t want to think about at the moment.

No, he wouldn’t play Hashirama’s stupid games this time. Why should he? Especially when his idiotic friend easily had taken himself out of the equation. Unfair. He was here to relax and enjoy himself.

Having decided against his best friend’s plea, he looked back to said friend only to freeze at the triumphant look on his face.

Oh no.

“What?”

“Have you forgotten? You owe me!” the idiot exclaimed with a wry grin.

Now it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows in incomprehension.

“You lost that bet at our last poker evening weeks ago,” the tan man replied giddily.

Madara’s eyes widened. He was right but he wouldn’t, would he?

“Are you seriously going to waste it on something like that? Hashirama, you wouldn’t, right?” he asked, rubbing his forehead to soothe his growing headache with a grimace.

He knew he was doomed, when three grinning faces met his.

“I absolutely would and I am henceforth officially claiming the favour you owe me!” the childish tree trunk of a man exclaimed laughing in glee, hands on his hips.

Suppressing another groan, Madara felt more sweat trickle down his back. Honestly, he could’ve done worse, he guessed. Hashirama could’ve used the favour to send him off to do much more horrible or embarrassing things. This was absolutely not ideal but whatever. What were the odds of him having to share a room with Tobirama, after all? Two to one against it, not bad at all. And he surely could make it work with Itama, too.

Being already fed up with the situation and the sun searing what felt like holes into his back, he decided that he didn’t care anymore as long as they could go inside soon. Preferably right this instant.

“Fine,” he conceded defeated, receiving surprised looks at his unusually short lived refusal and hooting from Hashirama.

“Alright, youngest first! There’s two short and two long ones,” the excited man exclaimed, holding out his hand with the sticks to Itama after he had shuffled them behind his back. “Don’t reveal them until everyone has a stick!”

When it finally was Madara’s turn, he didn’t have much choice but to accept the remaining stick as the oldest of the four.

“Reveal your sticks on the count of three! One, two, three!” Hashirama exclaimed excited.

Madara blanched when all of them unfurled their fists to showcase each of their picks. Had he seriously ended up with one of the short sticks? Wait, if the other two had the two long ones, that meant that Tobirama and he—

Hashirama clapped him on the shoulder with a huff of laughter.

“Looks like you and Tobi share a room!”

“Wha—”

“Okay, now I need those back and the winner team picks one of two to decide who the winner of the room with the two single beds is,” the older Senju exclaimed.

When Itama picked the longer stick, Madara despaired internally.

How could his luck be this bad? Had he seriously just lost two times in a row? Also wasn’t the looser supposed to get to pick first and—

Wait.

Oh no.

His eyes widened and he paled even more when suddenly the realization hit him that he had to share a double bed with his cru- Tobirama for the upcoming two weeks here.

He was doomed.

Suddenly he didn’t even feel warm anymore.

[peppymint1986]

Shout out to writingbeneathyou, whose latest story sparked the inspiration for this story while I was playing the ‘what if’ game.  On another note, hooray!  I made it.  Hope you have enjoyed the Fanfiction Blitz of 2020.  Alas, all good things must come to an end. 

Presenting without further ado, Day Seven of Seven

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Izuna stepped into the room to find Madara pouring a glass of their great-great grandfather’s prized ice wine.  One of the last bottles.  He blinked.  “Are we celebrating something?”

Madara’s lips quirked as he raised the glass to his lips.  “You could say that.”  At his brother’s questioning look he continued.  “I’ve found my soulmate.”

Izuna’s face lit up as he moved to pour himself his own glass.  “That is good news.  Congratulations niisan.”  Suddenly the younger frowned, carefully placing the bottle back on the table.  “But you returned to the compound alone.”  Where was his brother’s soulmate?  He opened his mouth to ask.

“My soulmate,”  Madara said, anticipating the question.  “Has this foolish idea that we will pretend nothing happened.  Simply going on the way we were before.  That we will trade our happiness for duty.”  Slowly he took another sip of the wine.  “While I commend his loyalty to his kin, he fails to see this sacrifice is unnecessary.”

Izuna blinked.  Then blinked again.  “And you just let him think that?” he asked in disbelief.  No Uchiha would ever deny their soulmate.  

Throwing his head back, Madara began to laugh.  “Of course I did.”  He turned to meet his brother’s eyes.  “There was no need to put him on his guard.  He is hard enough to sneak up on as it is.”  Tobirama in no way needed an advantage.

Seeing that Izuna didn’t understand Madara continued.  “As much as I disagree with most of what the Elders say on principle, every so often they have a good idea.”  He smiled, the smile of a predator whose prey was in sight.  “Sometimes the old ways are best.”

Dark eyes widened.  “You mean . . .”

“Exactly.”  Putting down his drink, Madara moved across the room to sling a friendly arm around his brother’s shoulders.  “Tell me Izuna, how do you feel about a good old-fashioned bride-napping.”

A matching smirk spread across Izuna’s features.  “Can’t catch him yourself?”  he teased.

Madara simply shrugged.  He had known for a long time his soulmate was a powerful ninja.  And not just strong, smart as well.  “If it were a fight to the death, the odds would be in my favor.”  Though by no means certain.  “Alive and unharmed.  That is a much harder task.”  Especially as he too wanted to come out of this alive an unharmed.  

“Lucky me,” Madara smiled as he squeezed his brother’s shoulder.  “I have you on my side.  So tell me Izuna, just how are we going to bring Senju Tobirama down to earth?”  

Sorry Tobira but in this case Madara is not taking no for an answer.  You’ll appreciate it, eventually.

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Pairing: Izuna/Minato Word count: 1230 Soulmate au:  The one where only the Sharingan can see the red string of fate

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Chapter 197: Izuna/Minato

Minato didn’t really mind getting stuck in the past. After his relationship with Kushina had ended in a mutual decision that they simply weren’t meant to be together he had struggled with rediscovering the contentment inside himself that had always kept him so loyal to his village. Getting thrown back several generations before his own time in a hiraishin mishap might have sounded like a tragedy at first but once he got used to the situation he realized this was just the sort of self-imposed challenge he needed. What better way to cement his allegiance to Konohagakure than to help build it?

Of course, with such a lofty goal in mind he understood that stopping a generations-long war between two such massively powerful clans wouldn’t exactly be as easy as ordering around the Uchiha teammates he had led during missions in the past. Thankfully with a bit of mental math and some overheard rumors he was able to determine that the period he had dropped in to would be right around the time in which the infamous titans themselves, Senju Hashirama and Uchiha Madara, would be alive and meeting on the battlefield.

And Minato had every intention of stepping right between them.

He could have played the long game, of course, gaining the trust of one clan and advising them towards more charitable actions in the hopes that he could move history along a little faster. It would have been a sound plan if he’d had the patience for it but it also would have taken several years at minimum to accomplish. Minato wanted things to happen now. Which meant he would have to get their attention in a big way and as a shinobi he knew there was one surefire way to do so: to prove himself a threat.

Proving himself a threat was actually surprisingly easy considering who he was trying to impress. After lurking in the general area between their territories for a few days he managed to be close by when they met in battle, a scene straight out of the history books he had so eagerly devoured as a child, and throw himself directly between their forces when both sides had only just caught sight of each other. Using the improvements he’d made to the hiraishin jutsu to appear in several places as once had already given them pause but using it to transport both clan heads to the center of the field and slap them both with chakra suppression tags ensured that every eye present from both clans was on him. Minato did his best not to let it go to his head; he had a job to do.

“What is the meaning of this?” Hashirama demanded. “And who are you?”

Thinking back on everything he had read about the titans of his own history Minato had actually expected Madara to be the one to make such exclamations and demand his own release. Instead the man was staring at him with naked awe, which was as flattering as it was utterly confusing. The man was a shinobi. Should he not have been a little more concerned for his own safety?

“My name is Namikaze Minato and I needed your attention,” he admitted simply to start with.

“What do you want with us?” For such a famously cheerful person Hashirama was obvious still in battle mode, living up to his reputation as the God of Shinobi.

“I have a few demands. You could call them requests but I believe I’ll be insisting that you follow along with what I have to say. It’s kind of important to me.” Minato offered them the same sunny smile he had been using to trick people his whole life in to believing him more friendly than willing to kill.

He expected pushback, of course. It would be ridiculous to expect either of them to simply accept his demands without complaint or further proof that they really should listen to him. He’d even taken a few hours to draw up a handful of planned incidents to inconvenience both clans to the point where they began taking him seriously and he could reiterate his demands for peace. What he did not expect was for Uchiha Madara to nod his head and lower his weapon respectfully.

“Whatever you ask will be yours,” he said. Both Hashirama and Minato stared at him in shock.

“My old friend,” Hashirama whispered frantically. “Have you taken leave of your senses!?”

From the Uchiha forces to one side of their little gathering a lone figure stepped out to rush towards them. With no markings of rank Minato had little idea who it might be but he could guess based on the responding figure that broke away from the Senju, identity made obvious by the face several generations had seen hanging next to his brother’s in the office of the Hokage. If Senju Tobirama felt the need to interfere then the unknown Uchiha could only be his infamous rival Izuna.

His logic was proved right when the Uchiha came to a stop just behind Madara and placed a hand on his arm, both of them with their eyes transfixed on the one who had interrupted their battle.

“Aniki,” he whispered in the same awed tone his brother had used.

“I know,” Madara said. “Rest easy, Otouto, he will see no harm from me.”

“We know nothing about this man!” Hashirama cried and behind him Tobirama could be seen tightening his grip on the sword at his side.

Glaring at both of them, Izuna waited until he was sure his rival was not about to spring forward in an attack before speaking. “You might not know anything about him but any proper Uchiha can see something beyond your comprehension. If your genes weren’t so inferior you would know that we’re–”

“Soulmates,” Minato finished the sentence for him in breathy disbelief.

“Yes,” Izuna agreed with a surprised expression. “How did you guess that?”

“Only the Sharingan can see it,” he mumbled, half to himself. It was something everyone in the village had known and something the Uchiha were often contracted for, to confirm or deny the presence of the gossamer red string connecting two people which marked them as fated soulmates. Before the village was founded it made sense that they would not have shared that ability with other clans.

So it was only understandable for Madara to narrow his eyes in slight suspicion. “You know much about our eyes, Namikaze-san.”

“Yeah. I know a lot of things. This is…unexpected. But it should make things a lot easier.” Trying hard to calm the racing of his heart, Minato summoned his best smile and met Izuna’s eyes, unsurprised to find himself even more eager for the new future he was about to force them all down.

“I look forward to knowing many things about you in return,” Izuna said. None of the surviving records had never mentioned he was a smooth-talker.

Minato could only stare at him and think that living closer to his soulmate would definitely encourage him to stay loyal to the village they would build together. And, he supposed, it really didn’t hurt that the history books had apparently forgotten to mention how deliciously attractive the younger Uchiha brother was. Perhaps getting stuck in the past hadn’t been quite as much of an accident as he believed.

[owlithere]

Since I still can't get rid of my Phineas and Ferb type dynamic (for IzuTobi) from the previous post, I began thinking about it a bit more.

Now I'm sure that when Izuna has an idea, he brings it to the table and Tobirama says: huh? ok I got it (quite like Ferb).

But when Tobirama has an idea that he wants to share with Izuna, he talks about it like it's some ✨big evil scheme✨ - like in Pinky and the Brain. Somehow it occurred to me that when he's in a good mood, he likes to joke in the way Brain normally talks. Also, I'm pretty sure Izuna would be pretty enthusiastic about any idea Tobirama has, because if he's willing to share it, that means it's going to be ✨BIG✨!

[konantheestallion]

Madara/Tobirama Fic Rec List

In honor of MadaTobi Week 2018 (@madatobiweek), I’ve made a master list of all my favorite fanfics* for this ship! I’ll also be continuously updating this post even after the week is over. Full list under the read more, as this post gets extremely long. (Updated: July 29, 2018)

Some quick notes before y’all read:

This list is meant to serve as a guide for someone looking for Madara/Tobirama centric fics. However, it is heavily influenced by my own personal preferences (see general tags listed below) and what I find enjoyable might not be the same for everyone.

Tags applicable for the entire list in general, unless specified otherwise: Canon Divergent/AU, Canon-Level Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Comedy, Madara is a Dumbass, Fluffy/Light Fics with Minimal Angst, (or Angst with Happy Endings), OC-Friendly, Worldbuilding, Politics, Eventual Relationship. Dormant fics stand for work-in-progress (WIP) fics that haven’t updated in a year or longer.

Tags for the fics below are a mix of what the authors themselves used and my own tags to fill any missing tags or warnings. I also add an approximate rating to fanfics that aren’t rated. Please ask me to tag/rate if you think I missed anything!

* If you are an author of one of these fics and you feel your fic has been mistagged, mislinked, or if you have any concerns, please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or a message so I can edit it. Same with anyone who spots typos or broken links!

AMIHAN’S TOP TEN

My absolute favorite fics, ranked from one to ten! I limited it to only one work per author so I could show a varied selection of fics. Rankings are subject to change depending on updates, and are also affected by the fics’ status (i.e. the more complete, the higher it’ll likely be).

1. Most Improved by GremlinSR

Rating: Explicit

Words: 15376

Status: Completed, One Shot

Warnings/Content: Hashirama/Mito, Kid Fic, OCs, Izuna Alive, Madara adopts some kids and blows Tobirama’s mind, Smut, Marraige Proposal

Summary: If Tobirama had been born with ovaries, he was pretty sure they would have just exploded.

2. The Unthinkable by Nanimok

Rating: Teens and Up

Words: 14350

Status: Completed, One Shot

Warnings/Content: Hashirama/Mito, OCs, Izuna Alive, Mourning, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Constipation

Summary: Tobirama is presumed to be dead. Madara slides straight into denial.

3.  I’ve chained my dreams (to the blue, blue sky) by SillyThing

Rating: Not Rated (Teens and Up)

Words: 40559

Status: Dormant, Multi-Chapter

Warnings/Content: Hashirama/Mito, Izuna/Touka, Hikaku/OMC, Izuna Alive, The Time Traveller’s Wife AU, Time Travel, Fix-It, OCs, Liberal Nudity, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide, Minor Character Death, No Age-Inappropriate Romance

Summary:

A love story concerning naked time travel, adorably manipulative children, a dire warning from the future, contemplated fratricide, allegedly poisoned candy, sassy old people and a jutsu gone wrong, though not necessarily in that order.

Or, Senju Tobirama has come unstuck in time. He should really stop trying out his new experimental Jutsus on himself.

4.  Slight Miscalculation by Nillegible

Rating: Teens and Up

Words: 15404

Status: WIP, Multi-Chapter

Warnings/Content: Hashirama/Mito, Izuna Alive, Major Character Death, Time Travel, Fix-It, Mourning, Tobirama is a Ghost, Madara is in love with a Ghost, Or He Will Be When I’m Done…, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

It was the slightest miscalculation. Fractional to an absurdly small amount. Something that wouldn't have mattered at all in any other context, even to a perfectionist like Tobirama.

Tobirama misses his mark by one hour, four minutes, and forty-three seconds, give or take fifteen, and when you compare it to the time he's jumped back through, (twenty-two years, nearly) that seems like such an infinitesimal period of time. Surely the consequences of that mistake could not be life changing?

Yet Tobirama opens his eyes in the past, just in time to see his sword slide deep into Izuna's side. Sees the pain and hatred on the other man's face, and for the first time in nearly his whole life Tobirama panics. He triggers another seal, and vanishes with the Uchiha heir, to the horror of those around them.

5. You’ve Got The Wrong Man by Nanimok

Rating: Teens and Up

Words: 6206

Status: Completed, One Shot

Warnings/Content: Implied Hashirama/Madara, Izuna Alive, Crack Treated Seriously

Summary: Madara's attempt at courtship is awkward at best.

6. we will jump into the fire together by ozymanthus

Rating: Not Rated (Teens and Up)

Words: 8975

Status: Dormant, Multi-Chapter

Warnings/Content: Hashirama/Mito, One-Sided Hashirama/Madara, OCs, Fix-It, Slow Burn, Political Negotiation, Character with Depression

Summary: Madara is on the precipice, and someone sees. (in which even the smallest helping hand can save a life. and maybe the world.)

7. Building Bridges (Over Old Roads) by thatrandomnpc

Rating: Teens and Up

Words: 23407

Status: WIP, Multi-Chapter

Warnings/Content: Izuna Alive, OCs, Medical Shenanigans, Overcoming Trust Issues, Sexual Content

Summary:

Two years ago, Madara reached out to Hashirama when Izuna was mortally wounded. They met by the river where they once dreamed of peace with their little brothers in tow. Two years ago, Tobirama agreed to heal the wound he made at Hashirama's behest, and the beginnings of a treaty was born. One year ago, Konahagakure was founded on that treaty.

Madara's sight began to deteriorate long before that.

(Or Madara takes a calculated risk, and building a little bit of trust between former enemies goes a long way.)

8. you're not a good shot (but i'm worse) by BoyishStutter

Rating: Mature

Words: 2727

Status: Complete, Two-Shot

Warnings/Content: Major Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dysfunctional Relationships, Lack of Communication, Relationship Negotiation, Coping with Loss, Mourning, Sexual Content

Summary: After his death, Tobirama and Madara are forced to work together to keep Hashirama's dream alive. They run into a few hiccups as the nature of their relationship changes.

9. Spite by 4non

Rating: Not Rated (Teens and Up)

Words: 4897

Status: Dormant, Multi-Chapter

Warnings/Content: Slow Burn, Izuna Alive, Peace Treaty Negotiation

Summary:

Chance it turns out, can give Fate a run for its money.

After a drastic change in the power balance of the clans', Madara decides to follow his dreams. The road of life is full of bumps.

10. the rest is still unwritten by blackkat

Rating: Teens and Up

Words: 729

Status: Completed, One-Shot

Warnings/Content: Soulmate AU, Warring Clans Era, Murder Brings People Together

Summary:

For this ask on my Tumblr: IM IMAGINING THE WRITING THING AS MADATOBI NOW?? IMAGINE!! secret letters between enemy clans. tiny stick figure drawings of hashirama doing something stupid. instructions for a new jutsu. the possibilities are ENDLESS

(Aka that soulmate AU where if you write something on your skin it also shows on the other’s.)

Top Authors

My favorite Madara/Tobirama authors, arranged alphabetically! I add an author here if I generally enjoyed all of the stories they’ve written for this pair, along with AO3/Tumblr links to their work. I also listed some of my top fics of theirs that I recommend you start with!

DonKoogrr (@donkoogrr​)

Truth be told, I was highly considering adding DonKoogrr’s series All You're Giving Me is Fiction as part of my Top Ten, but...the first fic in the series is angsty enough to scare me. And I can’t in good conscience recommend a series that I haven’t completely read. I have read the rest of their work after it however, and enjoyed them a lot!

elenathehun (@elenathehun)

Elenathehun’s characterizations for Tobirama and Madara are some of the best I’ve read, and every chapter she writes leaves me eager for the next! Check out a thread that won't be cut, Blighted, and Chapter 06 of Shipping Drabbles for her stuff. Though heads up, the first two have been dormant for a while.

FoxCollector (@loudexpertcreator)

FoxCollector has some angstier fics that I’ve avoided (because ouch, even from the summaries alone) but here’s some of their lighter fics than I can definitely reccomend: A Ghost of A Chance, I Only Want Sympathy (in the form of you crawling into bed with me), and I hang my heart (I hang it over your heart)!

Hiruma_Musouka (@hiruma-musouka)

Coming Home is one of the few purely angst fics for this pair that I’ve braved through, simply because Hiruma_Musouka’s writing is just that good. Her MadaTobi fics are lengthy treasures, and I especially find myself constantly rereading the much lighter A Ridiculous Tale,  Naruto Soulmate Stories and We're just winging it.

Nanimok (@fatcatsarecats)

My all-time favorite MadaTobi writer! The fics are must reads!

My all time-favorite MadaTobi writer, as you can tell from The Unthinkable and You’ve Got the Wrong Man both being in my Top Ten! Nanimok hits that perfect blend of humor, fluff and slight angst that hits me every time, and I LOVE every one of their works. Special love goes to A Brief Outing Into Another Dimension, Hotpot of Drabbles, Putting the 'Pun' in Puncture Wounds.

sanjuno (@sanjuno)

Recommended reads from sanjuno is their series Truth In Hyperbole along with  O-Bon Appetite and The Waters and the Wild. I also suggest that you go through their MadaTobi tag on tumblr, where they’ve got a bunch of great drabbles and fics that aren’t on AO3, along with neat headcanons and meta! They’re a joy to read.

theformerone (@the-formerone)

God I would die for theformerone’s fics, and you know what? Reading them makes you feel like you have. She’s one of my favorite fanfic authors in general, but specific favorites for this pair include the weather can make or break your day and more like a song (and less like it's math), and I absolutely adore her fic before you! It’s quite a heavy fic that has MitoSaku as the main pair (MadaTobi is secondary), but if you’re down for that I very much recommend that you read it!

Other Fics (Alphabetically Arranged)

DORMANT/WIPS

Home is Where the Heart Is (My Heart is You) by ModernArt2012  (Mature, Multi-Chapter)

Summary: The one where Tobirama goes off to rip holes in the Veil, and Madara deals. Poorly and in the most Extra Dramatic Uchiha Fashion he can Possibly Achieve.A fic primarily about pining and Madara doing it badly. After 5 years of dating. (And then the consequences thereof.)

It Takes A Village by copyninken (Mature, Multi-Chapter)

Summary: Founders era nonsense about building a village, the rise and fall of one fool named Madara Uchiha (falls in love - har har), and some lethargic writing about health insurance, unions, and cultural peculiarities.

COMPLETE

A ruined nap by Sylencia (Mature, One Shot)

Summary: After a night out with his brothers and the Uchihas, all Tobirama wants is to rest and hope his hangover will pass. Of course, nothing goes according to the plan!

Blatant Displays of Emotionality by Yagura (Teens and Up, One Shot)

Summary: In which Tobirama catches half a clue. Madara catches the other half, and somehow it all works out.

Jealousy by SleepyxAsh (Teens and Up, One Shot)

Summary: Tobirama and Madara are working together on a diplomatic mission with a man from the Stone Village. The only problem is that Madara can't stand him because he likes looking at Tobirama's ass a bit too much. Tobirama is clueless, and insists that Madara is overreacting, and Hashirama is absolutely no help when he goes to him for advice. He doesn't even like the stupid white-haired freak, so why does he care at all? And what is with this incessant fluttering sensation in his stomach?

My Soul for a Day's Peace by TheDeepSeaWitch (General, One Shot)

Summary: “A day in the life of an Uchiha Witch General and his cat demon familiar.”

reduce, reuse and reanimate by DefiantDreams (Teens and Up, One Shot)

Summary: "As great as a healer my brother is," Tobirama starts, and fervently ignores Hashirama's awww of pleasure at the compliment from his taciturn brother, "he can not raise the dead.""What, and you can?" Madara scoffs and Tobirama frowns at him in displeasure. Mito gives him a look, as if to tell him to shut up, but Madara does not answer to her."Yes," he says simply, and turns back to Izuna's body. ::Magic and fantasy AU with Necromancer Tobirama.

The Inevitable by @stillwaters-run-deep (Mature, One Shot, CW: Character Death)

Summary: He couldn’t NOT inform Tobirama of [his survival]. The latest is he’ll inform him after two years, after he’s recovered and more or less adjusted […] The two of them in Temujin, anyone? But in the end it’s a losing battle for Madara once Tobirama ages.

There Once Was… by TheDeepSeaWitch (General, One Shot)

Summary: "The origin of the Shodaime's necklace didn't start with him, nor was it ever really about him. Instead, it started with a free-spirited warrior woman by the name of Igarashi Hisoka."An alternate take on the origins of Hashirama's magically bijuu-controlling rock and the Senju brothers themselves.

The Problem With Long Hair by Memories_of_the_Shadows (Teens and Up, One Shot)

Summary: Madara wakes up to his hair trying to kill him.

You remind me of (Home) by ModernArt2012 (Mature, One Shot)

Summary: “Dammit Hashirama, I swear on the Fire God’s eternal flame that if you’ve pissed off your house again, I’m going to let it kill you with absolutely zero regrets.” Madara growls into the receiver of the phone, head still achy and throbbing from having to coax his aunt’s house all yesterday in order to let the masons come and fix the exterior without It trying to cause accidents. It’s too fucking early to deal with Hashirama’s drama queen of a house. Of fucking course his nearest and dearest would have houses that were persnickety and have difficult personalities that necessitated regular placation.MadaTobi AU where Madara has (slight) House magic, among other magic. (Or, I thought about Madara being able to speak to houses, then the Sumigakure prompt for Modern Magical happened. I regret nothing.)

[raendown]

Pairing: MadaraTobirama Chapter: 9/18 Word count: 1983 Summary: When Tobirama is exiled from the Senju clan without warning, without even the chance to plead his case, it feels like his life is over. What does he have to live for now without his older brother to believe in him? Captured by the Uchiha in his moment of weakness, Tobirama slowly learns to live again with the last people on earth he would have ever expected to care for - or to fall in love with.

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Chapter 9

Having never had it taken away from him in such a significant way until he was a fully grown adult, Tobirama never realized that freedom had its own disadvantages. Now he found himself standing at the gates of the Uchiha compound with his arms crossed tightly against his chest and all too aware that he wouldn’t be half as torn as he was at the moment if he didn’t have the power to do something about it. Watching Madara and Izuna’s backs as they disappeared in to the trees wasn’t the hard part; the hard part was knowing who they had been called in to battle with.

Knowing it was the Senju advancing against their eastern border left him off-balance, unsure of how to feel. It was they who had cast him out after a lifetime of love and devoted service. Should he turn his back and hate them now, stop caring for their lives simply because they had stopped caring for his? Logic told him he should be allowed to do just that.

And yet…

The very thought of Hashirama getting wounded still broke a part of him he had thought couldn’t break anymore. Thinking about any of his second and third cousins perishing in battle, about Touka giving her life in protection of the clan she loved so deeply, he couldn’t deny that he still cared for them all. No matter that he wished he didn’t, he would probably still care for them even if they had chosen to run a blade across his throat as he had once begged Madara to do. It wasn’t as if he could simply turn off his heart whenever it pleased him.

Should he have tried to stop the brothers from going, then? Asked them not to face the Senju in battle? Without Madara and Izuna on the field the Uchiha would drop like flies. There was no one else who could hope to face Hashirama and survive but how many Senju lives would be traded for how many Uchiha if they did or didn’t go? It was like an impossible math equation with no right answer and Tobirama had always hated questions that had no answers.

He almost felt like he should be there himself except he wasn’t at all sure what he would end up doing. Could he face his own brother in battle? Or his cousin? Yet to not take action would be just as terrible. To stand to one side and watch someone he cared for cut down someone else he cared for, no matter what crest they wore on their armor, he wouldn’t survive it.

Conflict raged back and forth inside him for hours until finally Madara and Izuna returned with the rest, dirty and tired, some of them bearing injuries but with no fewer clansmen than when they left. Tobirama didn’t stop to think. The two brothers had barely set foot in the house they all shared when he crashed in to them and pulled Madara in to his arms, holding on more tightly than he could ever remember doing in his life. His breath hitched when Madara gripped him back just as tightly.

“Are they–?”

“No deaths on either side,” the other murmured in his ear. He felt suddenly weightless without the leaden feeling that had been pulling at his stomach the whole damn day.

“Thank you. I’m sorry. Thank you.” A quiet noise of confusion escaped him but he leaned back gratefully for a moment when Izuna joined their embrace as well from behind, sandwiching him in the middle. It was hard to tell what he was supposed to be feeling in this moment but all he could focus on was how grateful he was that everyone was alive and well.

Madara pressed his forehead in to Tobirama’s hair, speaking very quietly. “Don’t ever apologize. Everything’s alright, Tobirama. We’re fine; they’re fine; no one got seriously injured.”

“I shouldn’t care.”

“Should or shouldn’t, you do. And that’s not something you need to apologize for.”

“Take him to sit down or something,” Izuna said, breaking away. “I’ll bring a pot of tea.”

Madara led him to the couch and tried to make him sit down but Tobirama insisted on helping him out of his armor first. When Izuna returned they both helped him as well to unstrap the minimal plate armor typical of Uchiha battle garb. Tobirama fretted internally over how they were leaving themselves too exposed and started planning arguments in his head for how he could convince them to wear something more protective until he was dragged down on to the couch at last and pressed firmly in between his two companions.

“How is this the first time that it’s hitting me?” Tobirama grumbled. Some genius he was letting his mind forget about something so big as the fact that his new benefactors were still at war with his old family.

“The Senju have been strangely quiet for a while now,” Madara told him slowly. “I think this is the first time we’ve faced them on such a large scale since we took you out of the dark. Until now it’s been mostly border skirmishes and chance meetings in other territories but no big clashes.”

“Quiet isn’t really how I would put it though,” Izuna chipped in. Madara nodded.

“I guess, yeah. They’ve been sighted absolutely everywhere but they’re not picking any fights. It’s eerie.”

Tobirama frowned and turned that over in his mind, looking at the information from all angles. It felt as though it should have been significant somehow but without any other information he was at a loss for how to interpret it properly.

After sipping his way through several cups of tea he settled down against Madara’s side in a mirror of how the older man usually treated him like a human sized pillow. He squirmed deeper in to the arm that wrapped around his back and closed his eyes to revel in the feeling of having precious ones close, appreciating it like he hadn’t before. Not all of the people he still considered precious were here but they were all confirmed as alive and for now that was enough. He trusted Madara not to have lied about that.

“Look at you cuddling,” Izuna teased, pushing on his arm to press him deeper in to Madara’s embrace. Tobirama huffed.

“I can cuddle if I want to.”

“Yeah, no one but Mads though. Unless you want to come over here and put your head in my lap?”

“Don’t be disgusting.” Turning his face in to the chest holding him up, he hoped the tips of his ears weren’t turning pink.

Although he would have to admit that Izuna was a little bit right. He did have a preference for Madara’s affection over anyone else but really his social circle wasn’t exactly large among the Uchiha yet so he figured it didn’t say all that much. Of the several who were friendly with him now he was still only quite close to these two and some of the children who had been shyly requesting his tutelage lately.

Tobirama stayed in his curled position for so long he had begun slowly drifting in and out, only half listening to the conversation still going on above his head, when he felt Madara’s fingers begin to absently trace up and down his arm. It should be illegal, he decided. No one should have the power to make him feel so safe and comfortable in a world so full of danger and hurt. It made him never want to sleep on his own again and he recognized that as a stupid thought even as it entered his head.

“Does he snore? Is he gonna start snoring?” Izuna sounded like he was trying not to laugh.

“Hush. No, he doesn’t snore.”

“You would know.”

“Shhh! Keep your mouth shut! What if he hears us in his sleep or something!?”

Madara’s whisper yelling almost made him smile but Tobirama found himself too interested to hear what they were talking about to interrupt them with a clean sign that he was still awake. Although he certainly was close enough to sleep that he felt ready to snore whether or not it was a usual habit.

“If he hears you in his sleep then he’ll just chalk it up to a dream, no worries Aniki.”

“Just keep quiet, alright? Quit it.”

“Oh come on. Everyone knows except him.”

An offended huff ruffled the top of his head. “None of you should be discussing this behind my back. It’s no one’s business but mine. And his. No, not his, I don’t want him to know yet!”

“Well good news for you, I don’t think he’s going to figure it out unless you dance naked in front of him with a banner that says ‘I have a massive dorky crush on you!’” Izuna laughed to himself, muffling the sound behind what sounded like a pillow, and it was all Tobirama could do not react. Staying still was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life as Madara whined piteously above him.

“I don’t want him to figure it out! The last thing he needs is to think I’m trying to trick him in to staying here or something.” Izuna’s laughter faded awhile while Madara continued. “He’s gone through a lot and he’s still dealing with it. Now isn’t the time to be adding something like this on his shoulders – especially since he clearly doesn’t feel the same.”

“Clearly, huh? I would say differently.”

“You would say wrong.”

“Says you. Haven’t you noticed how much closer he is to you than me?”

Madara’s body jerked as the arm around Tobirama lifted away for a moment, followed by the sound of Izuna getting the back of his head swatted.

“End of discussion.” Madara declared sternly. He returned his arm to where it had been, holding just a little bit tighter.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll keep my mouth shut. But let the record show that I think the smartest thing to do would be to tell him how you feel now so he can come to terms with his own feelings too and you can both live happily ever after.”

“Ugh. Don’t be such a sap.”

No answer came but after a minute Izuna got up and left the room, probably heading to bed. Left alone, Madara returned to stroking Tobirama’s hair in silence for a while, seemingly content to remain where he was for the foreseeable future. Eventually he did move but it was only to gently maneuver them both a little deeper in to the corner of the couch so that Tobirama could rest against his chest and he could snuggle his own head back against the cushions, ostensibly making himself comfortable for the night.

Tobirama remained silent and still until Madara’s breathing evened out and only then did he gently lift his head to stare up at the man who had taken him in and given him everything he thought he would never have again.

Apparently Madara had feelings for him. What he was supposed to do with that knowledge was something he would need more than one evening to figure out. Dating and romance had never been his forte. It hadn’t been on his mind in quite some time even before his exile and he certainly hadn’t expected to encounter those things here.

It could all wait for another night, he decided. Knowing he was dooming himself to a good round of teasing in the morning – and a little bit of extra confusion for his own heart – Tobirama laid his head back down and closed his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the embrace so freely given. Whatever complications may come from this revelation, here in Madara’s arms was still the safest place he had been in a very long time.

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Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 2846 Soulmate au: The one where your soulmate's opinion of you shows up on your skin as bruises or marks when negative

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Chapter 142: Madara/Tobirama

When he first saw them Tobirama didn’t think much of it. What skin was visible beneath the flare of Madara’s robe looked covered in bruises but that made a lot of sense when they saw each other only in battle. Of course he had bruises after fighting Hashirama so often. Not many people could face the Mokuton and come away with unmarked skin. Tobirama’s eyes slid passed the marks as soon as he saw them, easily dismissing such an insignificant detail in favor of checking to make sure that Hashirama was fine before bringing all concentration back to his own battle.

The next time he saw them they were at peace and Madara hadn’t so much as sparred with Hashirama since the final battle between their clans. Still, there was little reason for Tobirama to suspect anything beyond the usual injuries picked up during the life of a shinobi. His own skin was marred so badly he hadn’t been seen without long sleeves since childhood. He could be forgiven for thinking such things were normal. Seeing Madara’s robe fall open ever so slightly as he slammed his hands down on the table to yell at the Senju elders was barely worth his notice at the time; more important was defending his clan mates and fighting to make sure the Senju came out as well as he could manage in these stupid peace negotiations.

After that he mostly forgot about the bruises. He’d never particularly cared to remember any unnecessary details about such an unwanted aberration in his life. Tobirama didn’t see them again until the village was built and he was standing uneasily to the side as Hashirama and Madara had their very first friendly spar in more than a decade, watching their every move with worry heavy in his chest. What if that cretin took advantage of this moment to finally show his true colors and no one was here to help poor naïve Hashirama? No matter that their match dragged on for more than an hour with no sign of foul play, still he continued to lurk on the edges with his eyes trained on Madara’s every twitch and shift. Just because nothing suspicious had happened yet didn’t mean nothing would if he let his guard down and left.

It was only when they finished, laughing and falling back on what looked more like play fighting than an actual spar, that Tobirama happened to see Madara’s robe slip and expose a large swath of what should have been pale chest. His skin was dark, mottled purple and back and red, welts upon bruises upon scabrous sores all hidden underneath his clothing – a mirror image of Tobirama’s own skin. Were it anyone else Tobirama knew he would have felt a rush of empathy for someone suffering the same fate as him, bearing the physical wounds of his own soulmate’s hatred without even know who they were, but this was Madara. This was the man who had stolen his brother’s affection and attention. This was an Uchiha monster barely worthy of human consideration. Someone like him didn’t deserve sympathy. No, Tobirama felt nothing but vindictive satisfaction, mentally applauding whoever the man’s soulmate was on their good sense. Who the hell would want to be matched to someone like that?

Even seeing the marks first hand didn’t truly make them stick in his mind, still. Tobirama slowly – grudgingly – admitted that it was fine to leave Madara and his brother alone in a room together. He still didn’t trust the Uchiha but whatever plans he had seemed to run in vein with Hashirama’s ideas of peace. For now, at least.  

Most of what little attention Tobirama could spare for those first few years went to Izuna and the strange shifting dynamic of their old rivalry. The two of them would never be great friends but they did learn to get along somewhat, enough so that they were able to refrain from screaming in each other’s faces when forced work together. It was about as much as could be asked of either man.

The rest of Tobirama’s attention was taken up by the distracting mystery of his own skin. He hadn’t really noticed at first, so subtle were the changes, but the wounds marring his body were slowly receding until he began to see patches of clear, unbroken skin. He could remember times in his youth when he had found open weeping sores with no physical cause, evidence of the incredible hatred his soulmate felt for him. Now, though he still had no idea who they were, he was treated to the privilege of watching that opinion change day by day. Somewhere in the world there existed a man or woman who was learning to forgive him for whatever he had done to earn their hatred.

With such an amazing thing happening to himself and still so busy trying to properly build the village of his brother’s dreams, Tobirama had no spare thoughts for Madara until – miraculously and almost without him noticing – they had been at peace for five solid years. Hashirama insisted on a festival to celebrate and Tobirama refused to be in the room with the two older men whenever they let their heads run away from them with planning. It was like herding two excitable children, though only Hashirama smiled like one.

Konohagakure’s five year anniversary celebration was the day when Tobirama’s world turned upside down completely. For the life of him he would never remember what Torifu had been talking about, chattering away in his ear and tugging on the sleeve of his tightly fastened yukata. His memory always focused on the moment someone bumped in to his student from behind and sent the boy tumbling backwards with his fingers still holding tightly on Tobirama’s clothing. The ripping sound of expensive cloth was only barely visible about the noise of the crowds but the swaths of clear pale skin suddenly on display certainly caught more than a few people’s attention; his insistence on staying covered at all times had led to him being called a prude in many corners. Showing a bit of skin was almost scandalous in that light.

Still, he wasn’t sure that warranted the look Madara gave his exposed chest, unadulterated hunger mixed with a deep, deep pain. It was one of the strangest looks he had ever been on the receiving end of. And being both an albino and one of the strongest shinobi alive, Tobirama had seen his fair share of odd expressions.

“Madara please,” Hashirama whined, pinching his nose. “I’m right here.”

“What? I’m not doing anything!”

“It’s okay if you have a crush on him, I’m fine with it! Just…tone down whatever gross thoughts you’ve got in your head right now, okay? I don’t want to see that. He is my brother after all.” Hashirama boomed out a laugh and whacked his friend on the back, completely ignoring the stunned reactions of everyone in earshot.

Tobirama stared at the man now blushing furiously and avoiding his eyes, feeling like the earth was titling out from underneath him as his mind made a few intuitive leaps that he wished it hadn’t. He could feel the blood thundering in his own ears when he stepped forward to grab Madara by the arm and drag him aside.

“Play nice, you guys!” Hashirama called after them. Both of them ignored their Hokage as Tobirama dragged them in to the shadows between two food stalls, shoving the older man up against a wooden beam.

“Are we soulmates?” he demanded.  

Even before Madara could scrounge up a reply the answer was obvious. The hesitant longing in his eyes, the way his throat bobbed with sudden nerves, the curl of his body  as though he wished for nothing more than to reach out for something yet dared not to. Drawing in a shaky breath, Tobirama reeled backwards a step and dragged both hands down his face.

“I didn’t expect you to figure it out,” Madara admitted quietly.

Dropping his hands again, Tobirama stared at the man, unable to answer. From the moment they met as young children on opposite sides of a generations-long war he had hated this person; he had hated Madara with the sort of passion which can only come from mindless devotion without reason. It had only gotten worse after that day on the banks of the Naka River when Madara had been solidified in his mind as the one who took his brother’s affections away from him. Hashirama had forgiven him years ago of course but things had never been quite the same between them after that.

Negative though it was, his hatred had been one of the very few constants in Tobirama’s life, something to fall back on when he needed a sense of normalcy. And he had thought Madara felt the same towards him. Never once had it occurred to him that any Uchiha besides his cute little student felt anything other than visceral dislike and perhaps a grudging respect for him.

Such assumptions were irrefutably disproved by the clear skin he saw every day in the mirror, the utter lack of bruises or scratches, the healing of any lingering scars. In fact, the smoothing over of even the scars he had earned himself in battle was what truly brought his mind to a screeching halt, the one thing that left him feeling like he suddenly recognized nothing in the world around him. If they truly were soulmates then Madara’s opinion of him would show in the condition of his skin: injuries that grew more severe the more the man hated him or cleared away the more the man grew to care for him. Scars, on the other hand, were their own indicator. Only love could heal scars – deep, true, unbending romantic love.

And Madara had not expected him to figure this out. Which, by extension, meant that he had figured it out and deliberately kept the secret. And also that Madara was in love with him by some wild twist of circumstances.

“I think I need to sit down,” he heard himself mumble. His companion twisted like he was trying to fold in on himself.

“Your opinion on the matter is clear enough without words. Rest assured, I expect nothing. I never have.”

“How long…” Tobirama trailed off, his eyes drawn to the wide collar of Madara’s formal robes, just that little bit lower than his usual clothing that allowed Tobirama a glimpse of the dark skin hidden beneath. It was easy to look at those marks and feel a spiteful satisfaction when he thought Madara felt only the same hatred between them. Seeing them and knowing it was himself who put such wounds on another person’s body made everything different even without knowing that his own skin was perfectly clear, soft and unmarked.

Madara shrugged and looked away, avoiding the question he hadn’t finished asking anyway. Nearly choking himself on all the conflicting emotions rising in his throat, Tobirama stumbled back a step.

Later he would be mortified that he hadn’t even had the courage to excuse himself, only bolted like a child frightened by a new concept too big to be fathomed, but at the moment all he could concentrate on was the panic overriding all other senses. He was reaching for the farthest hiraishin marker in the village before he could talk himself down. A moment later he was leaning back against the outer walls of the village with his hands over his eyes like they could block out the world and give him at least enough time to process the impossibility he had just uncovered.

He was gone by the time the next patrol came by, although they did stop to inspect the tuft of white strands where he had pulled out his own hair in frustration.

The two of them had never spent a great amount of time together that wasn’t forcibly necessary so it wasn’t exactly noticeable how much effort Tobirama put in to avoiding the other man for after that. At least, it wasn’t at first. He always seemed to forget how observant his older brother was under the usual veneer of childish exuberance. It was Hashirama who approached him with a wobbling chin little more than a month later and begged Tobirama to tell him what they had spoken about at the anniversary festival and what had been so bad about it that neither of them was willing to even talk about the other. Tobirama ignored him, of course, which turned out to be a mistake.

Something else he preferred to conveniently forget was his brother’s tendency to meddle. He should have been suspicious the moment Hashirama accepted his excuse of just another random argument, should have known that it was a little too easy. He had only his own inattention to blame when he found himself ushered in to Hashirama’s office to face a startled looking Madara while Hashirama cheerfully told them he expected them to talk things out and set aside whatever disagreement had them both ‘in a tizzy’ this time.

When the door shut the two of them inside with a gentle click he winced as though it had been slammed with all the violence of a closing cage. Against all expectations, Madara gave him no more than a single glance before dismissing him and wandering around to throw himself down in the massive chair behind Hashirama’s desk, pulling some of the paperwork towards himself and rifling through it, checking as they both often did to make sure their illustrious Hokage had actually filled his forms in correctly. Tobirama simply stood unmoving by the door, his eyes flitting around the room uncomfortably while he tried to decide if he was more upset that he would now have to murder his own sibling or that he had apparently been worried so much over nothing.

Madara didn’t even look angry.

“You can go.” He almost jumped at the sound of Madara’s voice. When he dared to peek over in that direction the man hadn’t even bothered to look up, focused on the papers in front of him with his lips quirked up ever so slightly on one side. “We can give him some vague bullshit about talking it out; you know he’ll swallow it down. So you can go if you like.”

“Why aren’t you…upset with me?” Tobirama forced himself to ask, more curious to know than he was afraid of the answer. Finally Madara looked up at him through dark lashes.

“Because you don’t hate me,” the man said quietly. “Not as much as you think you do.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Tobirama narrowed his eyes, fists clenching with instinctive anger. He knew perfectly well how he felt, thank you very much, and no Uchiha had any right to make assumptions about him – no matter how often his thoughts turned to them of late. It was only natural to be curious about his own soulmate, after all.

Now smiling openly, Madara leaned back in the massive chair and deliberately pushed his sleeves up. Then he simply went back to work as though he were perfectly alone in the room. Tobirama stared hard, trying to figure out what game the idiot was playing at, but when he figured it out he felt all the air in his lungs leave him in a great rush. Just like last time he found himself reaching out for one of his many hiraishin marks, running away in a blind panic, though this time he felt the shame of it burning his ears even as he landed in the safety of his own home and stumbled against his kitchen counter, fingers gripping the wood until it threatened to crack.

It was only a pair of forearms, nothing to panic over if it had been anyone else. What made these ones so special was the yellow-green color of the bruises on his skin where before they been so deeply purple they could have been mistaken for black. It was the fact that they were healing, steadily and obviously, that had Tobirama slumping down at his kitchen table and burying his head in both arms. Perhaps it made him a coward but he wasn’t ready to deal with the fact that his feelings towards the other man were changing. And he rather resented the connection between them betraying his thoughts before he’d had time to come to terms with them himself.

Curling a little farther in to himself, Tobirama thought about the smile on Madara’s face, so content, so pleased, so unlike anything he would have expected. It was the smile of someone who realized they were winning a game before they had ever really begun to play it. It was, he realized, the smile of someone willing to be patient and allow him whatever time he needed to come to terms with things between them.

Loathe as he was to admit it, that smile terrified Tobirama. Not the least because he found it so intriguing.