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A meme i put a little too much effort into for @secret-engima's Pebbles verse.
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Hashirama: *look of dawning horror* wait. You brought a child to the battle?
Madara: yes? Only as a lookout, though. I know your clan, under your orders, is honorable enough not to kill a child. He’s safe.
Hashirama: you misunderstand. *whips around to Touka* TOUKA. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BROTHER
Madara: what???
Tobirama: *sees child*
Tobirama: *calmly, in a regular even voice* who brought the child?
Hashirama: fuck, he scares me
Tobirama: *picks up kid*
Touka: double fuck
Madara: what is going on?? Why are you freaking out??? Why is the white demon holding my cousin?!?!
Tobirama: ah, he’s your cousin? *hits Madara over the head* well, he’s mine now. No take backs. *leaves with the kid*
Madara:
Hashirama:
Izuna: what the fuck just happened
Touka: Tobi has an adoption problem.
If somebody hasn't read this TobiNaru Masterpiece (with a capital M).
They should.
Like drop everything and read this.
NOW.
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13515082/1/
I'm rebloging this because I'm affraid I won't find this later when ao3 starts working again
"The Great Tobirama Senju, as astute as ever." Madara said, sounding bitter, and so very, very tired. "Well, what about you? You loathed me as well, I recall. What changed there?" A hollow laugh. "Or are you simply lulling me into a false sense of security, waiting for the chance to strike me down when my back's turned?"
Tobirama shook his head in denial, feeling a spike of panic at the Uchiha’s paranoid words. It was dizzying, but he sat steady and said forcefully, "No - no, I don't hate you. I never did, really. I was… suspicious of you -" jealous for taking his brother away from him- " but I never actually hated you."
Amaranthine chapter 7
I am in love with this fanart
happy late birthday, lord 2nd <333
Recently, I realized that this fossil aka my first madatobi one-shot had a few more kudos than I thought… so I scrambled to revamp and flesh this out into something a bit less cringy and more similar to my current style of writing.
MadaTobi Week 2022: Modern AU
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Romantic relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara
Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchina Madara, Senju Hashirama, Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Obito
Breaking my fandom hiatus to post my entry for @madatobiweek2022
After a long hiatus due to health reasons I finally posted chapter 10 of Tell Me That You Feel It Too 💙
A MadaTobi sick fic where Madara has to take care of Tobirama
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Romantic relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara , Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito
Platonic Relationships: Senju Tobirama & Uchiha Izuna, Senju Tobirama & Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama & Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama & Uchiha Kagami
Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Kagami
Additional tags + Summary under the cut
A few of the additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Founders Era, Uchiha Izuna Lives, Senju Tobirama Needs a Hug, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending, idiots to lovers, Sick Tobirama needs a caretaker, Tobirama has the flu at the start of the story
Summary:
He was going to wordlessly hand the paper to the white haired man to sign and then hurriedly leave before one of them could say or do anything to irk the other’s temper.
Though as soon as Madara looked up from the yet unsigned form in his hand and saw the Senju, his hand paused mid-movement.
“You're sick.”
Tobirama’s flushed face looked strained and had a light sheen of sweat. He was wrapped in an oversized, worn haori that he likely had snatched from Hashirama when the latter had been distracted.
At least judging by the size and unflattering colour choice. Vomit green and pale yellow. Really?
(Or: Overworked Tobirama is sick and unfortunately Madara gets roped into taking care of him by Izuna. Only to then realize that he may have slightly misjudged the younger Senju.)
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.
Read on AO3
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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.
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Thank you lots for sending one in! 💙
I am so sorry for making you wait but as you know my health went downhill. As thanks for waiting and a sort of apology, I made the draft snippet a bit longer.
Rude Love (CH 04)
(MadaTobi, Modern AU) snippet of my unfinished draft, link to the story will be in next post)
The albino cracked a helpless smile at his uncharacteristically silly thought. This whole crush affair had been making him have weird trains of thought for quite some time now.
Well, speaking of investigations, his own this morning had also revealed that he had to share a room and much worse, even a bed with said detective after both of the men had lost a poll his Anija had come up with that he couldn’t even recollect partaking in.
Fantastic.
It wasn’t really that he hated the idea of sharing a room with the man in itself or anything akin to that. Much the opposite actually if he were to be completely honest.
Tobirama had even felt hesitantly hopeful when his Anija had suggested—or rather begged him—to agree to randomly decide who would share a room. Had even hoped that the odds would be on his side so that he could share a room with the older Uchiha.
But that had been when he still had believed that the two rooms up for selection provided two single beds each. There hadn’t been any information about one of them being a double bed or he wouldn’t have agreed to the poll in the first place.
Was Hashirama trying to push him to an early death?
His siblings all knew of his feelings, after all. And had been exposed to the revelation not too recently either. It had been quite a while ago when he surprisingly had realized that getting closer to the older Uchiha was something he actually was interested in.
Feelings were a difficult subject to successfully tackle for the albino and it had taken him a few years and a lot of probing talks with his best friend but at some point he had finally realized that his weird fixation with the older Uchiha had been due to romantic feelings. Feelings he had not been able to interpret without Izuna’s help.
Izuna, his favourite, slash best bet for an ally when the machinations of inter-human behaviour and relationships reached a point where they only left him confused. Understanding all the nuances and meanings in communication was often rather difficult for him, unfortunately, and siblings loved to tease each other, while asking his then yet not sister-in-law had been simply too embarrassing.
At first, the younger Uchiha had not been thrilled about his revelation of love but after some time his best friend had been able to make peace with the thought and had supported him—still was. Which the albino was grateful for because knowing why he had felt terrible and moody whenever the older Uchiha had brought over another new romantic partner to introduce to Mito and Hashirama had not made it any easier for him. Not at all, no.
Logically speaking, he had been well aware that their age gap and his rather late start into puberty had not helped in making the older Uchiha see him in a more romantic context but apparently his heart had not been capable to understand that little fact—or well, that had been what Izuna had tried to explain to him back then. The head and heart did not always agree on matters and only because one understood something on a logical level did not automatically mean that the feelings would follow suit without any hiccups.
Fortunately, they all were adults now and the age gap didn’t have as much weight nor meaning anymore; he too had grown into his body years ago. While there had been a point when Madara and even Izuna had been taller than him, thankfully he had long since passed his best friend and even grown an inch or so taller than the older Uchiha himself.
Plus, Madara had been single for quite some time now and thus sharing a room and getting to know each other better had sounded like a good plan of actions.
At least, in theory.
Unfortunately, the reality apparently revealed the opposite. After all, being shaken awake by the Uchiha falling out of bed—that was his educated guess at least—because he wanted to get away from him as soon as possible did not bode well for the supposed desire to get to know each other, did it?
He sighed for the nth time.
Of course, one could now make educated guesses as to which of the many possible reasons had been the older man’s motivation to flee.
Had it been because the albino had freed himself of his pants? Maybe the idea to share a bed so intimately with Hashirama’s little brother had been too off-putting? Or maybe the albino had come too close? Or—
His phone vibrated next to his leg and he picked it up to look at the screen.
Did you get any??? Tobirama scowled at the message Kawarama had just sent him in confusion before his phone vibrated again. You’ll never believe what just happened! I accidentally sent the exact same thing to Madara LOL
The albino’s eyes widened and he quickly unlocked the phone before his fingers started typing. What? Explain! Just as he sent off the message, he suddenly heard the door to the room click open.
Oh no
Apparently Madara was back and he hadn’t even started getting ready yet.
He looked down at the sleep mussed blanket and disheveled shirt covering him, glasses riding down his nose with the movement.
TBC
A MadaTobi sick fic where Madara has to take care of Tobirama
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Romantic relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara , Senju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito
Platonic Relationships: Senju Tobirama & Uchiha Izuna, Senju Tobirama & Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama & Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama & Uchiha Kagami
Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Senju Hashirama, Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Kagami
Additional tags + Summary under the cut
A few of the additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Founders Era, Uchiha Izuna Lives, Senju Tobirama Needs a Hug, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending, idiots to lovers, Sick Tobirama needs a caretaker, Tobirama has the flu at the start of the story
Summary:
He was going to wordlessly hand the paper to the white haired man to sign and then hurriedly leave before one of them could say or do anything to irk the other’s temper.
Though as soon as Madara looked up from the yet unsigned form in his hand and saw the Senju, his hand paused mid-movement.
“You're sick.”
Tobirama’s flushed face looked strained and had a light sheen of sweat. He was wrapped in an oversized, worn haori that he likely had snatched from Hashirama when the latter had been distracted.
At least judging by the size and unflattering colour choice. Vomit green and pale yellow. Really?
(Or: Overworked Tobirama is sick and unfortunately Madara gets roped into taking care of him by Izuna. Only to then realize that he may have slightly misjudged the younger Senju.)
1st MdTb sketch ever <3
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A belated MadaTobi birthday story as per new tradition
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Fandom: Naruto
Chapters: 1/1
Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara
A few additional tags: Mito and Hashirama appear in passing, Modern AU, Madara needs a hug, fluff
Summary:
At last, the door opened after his fourth, very annoyed attempt.
“Hashirama! Who lets their supposed best friend wait this long outside in those freezing temp—“ He startled and threw the sleepily scrunched up, very pale face which greeted him a thoroughly confused look. “You’re not Hashirama.”
“Clearly,” the albino yawned out in amusement as he leaned against the half open door, only to squint at the lights outside on the porch with a scowl.
If Madara weren’t in such distress, he might’ve found it cute even.
A spontaneous collab 💙
I did the lines and @sinyaru did the amazing colouring. Thank you so much for joining me in this piece!
This is my 1st collab and I am so happy that we were able to go through with it! I did the line work part back in July for @madatobiweek for the Week 4 ‘There was only one bed’ prompt and for my story for the same prompt Rude Love and @sinyaru just recently did the colouring.
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MadaTobi Week 1
“Explain this, Hashirama. Now!” feat. little, grumpy Tobirama because he got caught by the stupid furnace chakra man
MadaTobi Week 1 Prompts: Madara wins/Tsukuyomi AU OR Magic AU De-Aging OR Hidden Injury
My first entry in an event 💙 and it’s for @madatobiweek. It’s super nice that it lasts for a whole month this time
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Commission for @gigglestorm14 💙
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Commission form | Commission post | Ko-fi
Sketches I made to figure out how to chibi and design in the first place
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Commission for @syusukerambles 💙
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Commission form | Commission post | Ko-fi
Next drawing I want to continue after the piece for my friend :>
(Ironically I started this before the Shisui x Itachi piece but then I remembered that I owed my friend a promised gift and started the mentioned piece for her ahdhfjfjf)
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A spontaneous collab 💙
I did the lines and @sinyaru did the amazing colouring. Thank you so much for joining me in this piece!
This is my 1st collab and I am so happy that we were able to go through with it! I did the line work part back in July for @madatobiweek for the Week 4 ‘There was only one bed’ prompt and for my story for the same prompt Rude Love and @sinyaru just recently did the colouring.
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Izuna: There's something weird going on with your face.
Tobirama: What?
Izuna: You're smiling.
Update:
I posted the next chapter of this story over on AO3
Read Chapter 2 on AO3
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.
Read on AO3
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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.
Keep reading
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.
Read on AO3
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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.
For anyone interested in the meanings of the flowers
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Commission for @gigglestorm14 💙
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Just wanted to quickly say thank you to all the people who liked and reblogged this, especially the ones with little messages/comments in their reblogs/hashtags! Reading through the funny and nice words really brightened my day when I was battling with the start of an art block, so thank you sm! 💙💙💙
MadaTobi Week 1
“Explain this, Hashirama. Now!” feat. little, grumpy Tobirama because he got caught by the stupid furnace chakra man
MadaTobi Week 1 Prompts: Madara wins/Tsukuyomi AU OR Magic AU De-Aging OR Hidden Injury
My first entry in an event 💙 and it’s for @madatobiweek. It’s super nice that it lasts for a whole month this time
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Sketches I made to figure out how to chibi and design in the first place
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MadaTobi Week 1
“Explain this, Hashirama. Now!” feat. little, grumpy Tobirama because he got caught by the stupid furnace chakra man
MadaTobi Week 1 Prompts: Madara wins/Tsukuyomi AU OR Magic AU De-Aging OR Hidden Injury
My first entry in an event 💙 and it’s for @madatobiweek. It’s super nice that it lasts for a whole month this time
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Posting this to motivate myself to finish it
A wip of an entry for @madatobiweek I am currently working on :>
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