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Another one for @madatobiweek

Week 3 - “Do I want to know?” // Soulmate AU

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Entry for @madatobiweek.

Week 4: Modern au // The favor of the gods

Sleeping in on the weekends 😊

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Week 1: Folklore and Mythology | The Moment I Knew

“You are consumed by hatred. I hope it eats you alive.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

AU Eastern Asian Dragon Tobira vs Oni Madara!

NSFW companion drawing here

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Entry for @madatobiweek​ Week 2 - Time or dimension travel // Taking care of children

It’s just one child, but it still technically counts, right?

[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.

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MadaTobi Week 2021 Prompts

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Your votes have all been tallied and Mods are very happy to announce the prompts for MadaTobi Week 2021! This year we will have a month long event taking place over July 2021 and each week will have two prompts to choose between. Rather than a Monday to Sunday format, for the purposes of this event Mods will be using the number of the days to avoid partial weeks or the like. 

As promised, Mods have taken some time to consider all the opinions given to us concerning possible changes to this year’s prompts. After hearing from all of you and taking some time to think about it Mods have decided to go with what we hope is a middle ground - and we also hope that everyone will be respectful of our attempt to answer all voices. We will not be changing these prompts. However, we will be allowing any participant who wishes to use this random prompt wheel should they be entirely uninspired by what was voted in. As we have always tagged each entry with the prompt used, those who did not wish for this to be included are invited to block the tag “randomly generated prompt” if they do not want to see it included in the event. Changes to how next year will be conducted will be included in our FAQ. 

Without further ado, here are your selected prompts:

Week 1 - July 1st to July 7th

Folklore and mythology // The moment I knew

Week 2 - July 8th to July 14th

Time or dimension travel // Taking care of children

Week 3 - July 15th to July 21st

“Do I want to know?” // Soulmate au

Week 4 - July 22nd to July 28th

Modern au // The favor of the gods

July 29th to July 31st will be considered catch up days to post anything you did not already have time to post during the event. 

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Have fun and happy creating to all!

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-… I’m not pouting.. – she said into her pillow and Tobirama chuckled leaving another kiss on her neck with some bite.

- Of course not. – Tobirama said with a little bit of irony in his voice. – But coming with my question. Do I want to know? the thing that made you smile like that?

- Oh? You where talking -she turned her face to look at him and to can normally talk. – about that! You don’t believe it Fluffy! – she said with excitement in her voice. – I mean I also couldn’t believe it when I heard it and then I saw it! Aaawww! – as she squeaked and started to moving with her legs, hitting the mattress, Tobirama didn’t know what’s going on.

- Okay… Seriously, what’s going on here Madara?

- Oh, nothing seriously, only that our little baby is starting to become a really fine teenage… in love!

-…. What? – Tobirama asked after five minutes still not getting what his wife said to him and Madara got a real pleasure in that, in his hopeless expression on his face.

- You know, she found some boy that she thinks is cute and handsome and that…

- WHAT?!!?!?!? – Tobirama shouted and Madara smiled innocently at him. – She is still too young for that!

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Life Come to Life

Summary:

When Madara and Tobirama find each other, neither of them is expecting it.

It works out anyway.

Entry for @madatobiweek​

Week 3: “Do I want to know?” // Soulmate au

Rating: Gen Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara Word Count: 2915 (Complete)

Tobirama watches Anija and the Uchiha heir play their absurd game of skipping rocks across the river. He's personally not particularly interested in their activities, but Anija is his responsibility and the other boy is an Uchiha.

He's known all about it, of course, ever since Anija came back from their first meeting and began planning their second. Anija is sly and manipulative, much more than most people realise, but subtlety is not something that he does well. The excessive sneaking and suspicious hiding gave him away as surely as it does when he tries to steal snacks from the kitchen.

So he followed and saw them meet. He almost stepped forward, sword drawn, but he held his peace and has been rewarded.

Anija, it appears, has made a friend who shares the same dreams as he.

It's a good thing, a comfort that Anija sorely needs and that Tobirama cannot provide, giving him solace from the brutality of their home. With every death, Anija has become more broken even as chichiue’s rage has grown, and the loss of Itama was enough to drive him into open rebellion.

Anija is like the wood that he wields, a sapling young and strong. But, hit it in the right point, and it breaks.

Tobirama knows that he is that weak point.

It is why he has made every effort to become stronger, to distract their father, and to take as many burdens as he can off Anija's shoulders. It has cost him, and cost him dearly, but he is water and he can flow around obstacles that he cannot wear away.

Survival is what he does.

Which is why he is here.

Usually, he is content to observe Anija and the Uchiha through the use of his sensory abilities. However, he made sure to be here today because another element has been added to the situation, a factor that he has no way to predict.

The other Uchiha heir is here, the young one.

Tobirama felt it as soon as the other boy left the Uchiha compound, and he set out immediately.

If the two Uchiha join together to attempt an assassination, they will find that Anija has support as well. If the younger Uchiha merely reports back to their Clan Head, Tobirama’s actions will depend entirely on the response that he receives.

Tobirama will observe, and only if Uchiha Tajima sets out with murder in his heart will Tobirama speak to chichiue. Bringing their father into this situation has always been a last resort, but a necessary one that he has always had to hold in reserve.

Better Anija's anger and chichiue's rage, than to lose his brother to the blade of an Uchiha. Tobirama swore it over Itama's grave and sealed his vow with blood and hair.

No matter what, Anija will live.

So he waits and he watches from his perch in the trees as the grass on the Uchiha side of the river rustles. He feels the outrage, and so has an instant of warning before the younger Uchiha heir bursts out of his hiding place and begins to berate his older brother, upbraiding him for being so much of an idiot as to not recognise the Senju heir.

Despite himself, Tobirama feels a pang of sympathy.

Yes, the older Uchiha - Madara, if the information from their spies is correct - is a fitting match for Anija, and Tobirama himself often wishes to bellow at Anija in the same manner. He would never actually do it, of course, that would be disrespectful, but it is a very nice fantasy.

Read the rest on AO3!

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@madatobiweek week 1 - folklore and mythology / the moment i knew

burning the midnight oil

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Catching up with @madatobiweek C:

Week 2 - Time or dimension travel // Taking care of children

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Entry for @madatobiweek.

Week 3: "Do I want to know?" // Soulmate au

Based on the trope where you can only find the identity of your soulmate when either you or your soulmate are on the verge of death.

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And last one for @madatobiweek Week 4 - Modern au // The favor of the gods

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Entry for @madatobiweek.

Week 3: "Do I want to know?" // Soulmates

Based on the soulmate trope where everyone has heterochromia, one eye is the person's natural eye color while the other is their soulmate's. When soulmates make eye contact, their eyes revert to their natural colors.

[kiyooooo2]

Entry for @madatobiweek.

Week 2: Time or dimension travel // Taking care of children

Scenario where Madara and Tobirama take care of baby Kagami.

[kiyooooo2]

Entry for @madatobiweek.

Week 1: Folklore and mythology // The moment I knew

Inspired by Youkai gods in the Moon-Splitting Festival, where Madara is Fuzukigami (God of the Absent Moon) and Tobirama is Houzukigami (God of the Harvest Moon).

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Entry for @madatobiweek

Week 1 - Folklore and mythology // The moment I knew

Inspired by Mermaids and Mermen (clearly c’:)