I love how your writing style reads like short stories ☺️ Questiok: I don’t know if this is a ship you like or not but can you do Tobimada or madatobi?
I know you sent this quite a while ago but I thought I’d save it for Madara’s day. Here ya go!
*in Tobirama and Madara’s bedroom, early in the morning*
Madara: *reaches over and punches the sleeping Tobirama’s shoulder*
Madara: Oi, Senju bastard, wake up! It’s the most important day of the year!!
Tobirama: *yawns and turns on his side* While Christmas Eve is indeed an important day, I don’t think I’d call it the most important day of the year. Go back to bed.
Madara, scowling: Christmas Eve? Take that back before I incinerate you to ashes, you asshole.
Tobirama: Why would you do that for me stating the obvious? It IS Christmas Eve. Nothing else. Right?? Or … am I missing something?
Madara: *sighing and turning over* No, no, you’re right. How silly of me; I’ll just go back to sl —
Madara: *stops; looks at his hand for the first time. there’s a new ring on his pointer finger, a silver band with a ruby in the center, flanked on either side by a small white diamond*
Madara, sitting up and holding out his hand: T-Tobi! When did you —
Tobirama, smiling and also sitting up: When you were sleeping. Do you like it?
Madara, softly: It’s beautiful. Red and white; my powerful eyes and your blindingly bright albino skin.
Tobirama: Gee, thanks. Anyways … *rolls over on top of Madara and kisses him* Happy birthday, you insufferable prick.
Madara: *kissing him back* Thanks, you horrible human. But is the ring all I get? Because … *slides his hands down Tobirama’s waist* I can think of something else I want even more ~
Tobirama: Ah, that might have to wait until later, Uchiha. I don’t think our guests would enjoy hearing you scream.
Madara: Guests? What —
*heard out in the kitchen*
Izuna: Senju. For the love of God, go home.
Hashirama: I can’t go home! Madara is my best friend! How would he feel if I didn’t at least make him breakfast on his birthday?!
Izuna: Relieved! To avoid the food poisoning! GO HOME!
Hashirama: Why the hell do YOU get to make him breakfast then?!
Izuna: He’s my big brother!! I’ve made him breakfast in bed on his birthday for years and years! And besides, you can’t cook!
Hashirama: Yes I can!! Look at how perfect my French toast turned out!
Izuna: It’s burnt around the edges and soggy in the middle!
Hashirama, sounding close to tears: Madara will appreciate my effort, at least. Now let me through!
Izuna: You know what? Fine! *the sound of plates being smashed on the floor* Walk over that in your bare feet and you can bring him breakfast!
Hashirama: Are you crazy?! We picked up those plates at the last flea market we went to! They’re a symbol of our undying friendship!
Izuna: Oh? Well in that case … *throws more plates on the ground* Now they’re a symbol of garbage. Just like you and your entire clan.
Hashirama: You little asshole! I should —
*back in the bedroom*
Madara: Good God … were WE that obnoxious during our courtship?
Tobirama: Well you did break quite a few glasses over my head. And who could forget that time you mailed a package of venomous snakes to my office …
Madara: Heh. I really did like you.
Tobirama: I know. *leans over and kisses him* It’s up to you, birthday boy. Should we go out there and break them up, or should we stay cuddled up for a few more hours?
Madara: I —
*from the kitchen, the sound of Izuna using his katon to light things on fire and Hashirama screaming*
Madara: *burying his head against Tobirama’s chest* They’ll be fine. Worse comes to worse we can always get a new house.
Tobirama: Mm.
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