There is just something about Hashirama being a possessive older brother when it comes to Tobirama that just gets me.
Both in a comedic sense and not.
From childhood and war it had always just been them against the world- Hashirama doing everything he could to make sure Tobirama stayed alive and well no matter the cost.
Now that they are in times of peace in the newly built village Hashirama is not exactly thrilled when Tobirama and Madara begin to not only tolerate each other but Gods forbid they start becoming something resembling friends.
His first heartbreak is when Tobirama gets genuine affections for Madara and Hashirama spends a night wailing and sobbing into Mito’s lap and then being vindictive towards Madara from that moment on.
The day Tobirama moves out of the home he shared with them, Mito just pats Hashirama's back and smokes her pipe as Hashirama drinks himself half to death as he laments on Tobirama’s horrendous taste in men and begging to anything, god or sage, that could hear him that Tobirama come to his senses soon.
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Warnings: Best friend’s brother— is that a warning? This is just a short lil thing for Valentine’s Day
A/N: The poem and response in this came from Thomas Richardson’s “Gentleman’s Valentine Writer” which wasn’t actually published until 1828 but I needed ideas, okay? Also, I wrote this when Bridgerton was still the lead in the poll lol
Living beside the Bridgerton household had many advantages. Being close in age to Daphne gave you the perfect excuse to spend time with her. However, spending time with Daphne meant also spending time with the rest of her family, which allowed you to form a close bond with them all. One Bridgerton in particular being Benedict.
Benedict was a few years older than you, but within a perfectly reasonable range that made it acceptable for you to fancy him. How could you not? He was sweet and sensitive, but he had a playful side that brought joy any time you were fortunate enough to witness it. Although, you never dared to dream that Benedict might return your affections. You were the best friend of his younger sister, surely he would not think of you in that way.
Initially, you had been excited to be presented before the queen and sent out into society. But while Daphne had been deemed the season's incomparable, you had fallen into her shadow. You were happy to see your friend receive many visitors and gifts, but some days it would hurt to see a line of men outside her door while you waited in an empty sitting room.
Waking on Valentine's Day brought nothing but sorrow. It was only one month into the social season and you already felt that you were destined to become an old spinster. With no prospective husbands in sight, you would likely have to face a second season. You did not expect that you would receive any callers that day, yet you waited in your sitting room in a fine dress, as you did every other day. Your mother sat in a chair at the far end of the room, leisurely reading until something would happen.
Early into the day, your butler entered the room with a calling card in hand, "A Mister Bridgerton is here to call upon Miss Y/L/N."
"Send him in," You replied, feeling your chest constrict. It was possible that one of Daphne's brothers had come to pass along a message for her, but a gentleman visiting while you were accepting callers still brought you a shred of hope.
Moments later, you saw Benedict step through the doorway, holding something behind his back. He smiled, "I see I have gotten here before the rest."
You returned his smile, nervous, yet calmed by his presence. "I think you will find that the gentlemen are coming to your door today, not mine."
"Then they are fools and I am lucky to have you all to myself."
"What can I do for you, Benedict? I find it hard to believe you would be here as a suitor." You spoke the words in jest, but felt your throat tighten as you said them all the same.
Benedict's smile fell into confusion, "What is so hard to believe about that?"
Taken aback by the genuine confusion in his tone, you clarified, "I only mean to say that I would not have expected it."
"If that is the case, I hope that you find this to be a good surprise," For just a moment, you heard a bit of nerves in his voice as he tried to present a confident image. "Unfortunately, I cannot stay long. But I wanted to bring you these and to officially declare my affection."
Finally, Benedict moved the hand behind his back to reveal a beautiful bouquet of morning glory and myrtle. You smiled wide at the sight, "Thank you, Benedict. They're lovely."
Shortly after, Benedict had to take his leave, although he promised to come back the following day. Once he had left, you reached for a book on the language of flowers. You found that morning glories are used to represent affection, meanwhile myrtle is used to represent love and marriage. Learning that brought a blush to your cheeks, finding the meaning to be a little bold, but not unpleasant.
It was then that you noticed a small folded piece of parchment beside the flowers. When you unfolded the paper, you could see the painted design done in watercolors. A man and a woman stood beneath a tree, which was situated between a lovely cottage and a church. The image was small, but you could tell that the couple was you and Benedict. On the other side of the parchment was a simple note.
I boast not eloquence, dear Miss,
Nor do I write exceedingly fine;
Therefore, I bluntly ask you this--
Pray, will you be my Valentine?
As you looked down at the note, you felt your heart swell. You held it close to your chest, feeling as if you could burst from happiness at any moment. Your mother then looked up from her book. "What is that, dear?"
"It is nothing!" You responded quickly. Luckily, your mother did not push the issue further.
That night, you folded the note once more and placed it in the drawer of the nightstand beside your bed. As you attempted to fall asleep, all you could think of was that you could not wait to see Benedict again.
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My toxic trait is considering the possibility that Tobirama and Madara would ever have an amicable breakup.
Because Tobirama is a petty fucking bitch and wont stop until hes bled Madara dry of everything he could ever have to his name and more.
Which suits Madara fine because this just means he keeps all of Tobirama’s attention to himself until the bitter end of their days because he knows Tobirama would never allow anyone else but himself to have Madara’s corpse.
Laughed my self silly over my hc about Tobirama having an insanely low tolerance to poisons and it offends him so of course he throws himself into finding a way to make sure it never becomes a problem again so he purposely doses himself and nearly gives Hashirama an aneurism each time because
"What the hell are you doing spit that out!!"
And Tobirama simply glares with the very much poisonous mushroom in his mouth before Hashirama lunges
Hashirama is shrieking as he tackles Tobirama and tries to pry Tobirama’s mouth open to snatch the mushroom away and Tobirama curls his legs, knees to his chest and plants his feet on Hashirama's chest and he *kicks* and Hashirama goes flying and Tobirama takes that moment to swallow the mushroom whole.
And that's the moment where the cain instinct activates.
Hashirama comes running back and punches Tobirama in the stomach in an attempt to get him to throw it up but Tobirama stubbornly keeps his naughty poisonous snack and retaliates with a round house kick of his own.
The room soon becomes a battle ground- the table is crushed under Tobiramas body as he's thrown into it, the chair smashed as he hefts it up and smashes it onto Hashiramas head, the walls are littered with holes from punches and kicks and the occasional body being thrown into it.
The window is shattered when Tobirama tries to make a break for it by escaping through it before Hashirama hauls him back into the room by grabbing onto the back of his shirt
The only reason the fighting ends is because the mushroom eventually takes affect and it makes Tobirama double over to vomit and Hashirama sighs and gently rubs his back.
"I told you to spit it out."
"I would have been fine."
"You can't be eating poison on your own! At least have someone with you!"
"I did!"
"A CLONE DOESN'T COUNT!"
"Brother, shut up and restart my heart, I'm going into cardiac arrest."
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Madatobi AU ive been working on where after Hashirama's death, Tobirama mets an unfortunate fate by a beast that eats memories instead of flesh. A punishment for aimlessly wandering a forest that is so far from home in search of his brother's body after his own battle with the silver and gold brothers.
The beast, intrigued by Tobirama’s stubbornness, his tenacity to continue wandering aimlessly and calling his brother's name despite being mortally wounded, decides to eat Tobirama’s memories.
The beast called it a favor- a mercy.
Years later, Madara finds him in a village so far from the land of fire, working for an old seamstress whom had found him on the bank of a river and sewed up his wounds, and rips him from everything he's ever known since waking up and not even knowing his own name.
Madara tells him they were once Wed, and they were happy.
Tobirama being a complete failure at mundane things is some of my absolute favorite things.
In the spaces he's carved out for himself he's a bit of slob, he can't be bothered to clean because it's an organized mess and it's perfectly fine Anija don't worry about why the desk is smoking it's supposed to do that, trust the process.
He's meticulous about organizing his finished work but can't be bothered to be organized with anything else unless it's in the office.
He often times comes home after a long research bender to flop down onto his bed (which has a pile of clean clothes not put away from a week ago) and rot for a few days before getting up and half heartedly cleaning until he's ready to be human again.
He can't cook, and when he does it's bland and somewhat singed because he gets impatient and will wander off, distracted, and will completely forget about what it was he was trying to do.
He's a shit gardener and Hashirama despares at his wilting garden and will complain about it until Tobirama grumbles and buys gardening books they both know he will never read.
'Girls just wanna have fun' I sing as I type up a scenario where Madara chokes Tobirama as he fucks him until he passes out but not before spitting in Madara's face and taunting him by saying 'my clones can do better.'
