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Izuna steps out of his brother's trailer, looking around for the man he came here to see.

And, lucky him, Tobirama is right there on one of the rocky outcrops that led the director to choose this location out of all the others, wonderfully dramatic in costume. Of course the armour is far more reminiscent of what samurai would wear rather than shinobi, but hey, they don't call it poetic licence for nothing.

The storm is worse than their elders had anticipated - they usually don't get frost this early in the fall. They'd been expecting high winds and rain, but the driving snow had come as a surprise.

Nevertheless, the signs of impending bad weather had been obvious. Even the humans should have known that traveling in this would be a bad idea, though Madara suspects the young man that's stumbling around in the knee deep snow outside their dwelling has good reason to be out despite the weather. A very good reason.

Leo and Liv Chapter 4:

Liam shot Drake a death glare, “Did you see the way she was looking at me at in there? I think…shit! I think she likes me! God, no, how did this happen?”

“The usual way, I’m guessing.” Drake smirked.

“This isn’t funny!”

“To you. This isn’t funny to you.” Drake corrected him.

Heir Apparent Chapter 7:

They stood at the podium in front of throngs of people, hundreds of cameras flashing brightly, blinding her. Riley held her hand up to shield her face as the man to her left stepped up to the microphone. Her other hand gripped tightly to the hand of the man on her right. She looked to her right to see her husband, jaw firmly set, expressionless as the other man cleared his throat to speak.

Forbidden Passion Chapter 6:

“Liam!” She was in her own room, in her own bed, wrapped in the arms of her husband.

He chuckled at her surprise as he pulled her closer, “Were you expecting someone else?”

Complicated Chapter 18:

She dipped a strawberry in the fondue and brought it to her mouth. She rubbed it along her lips as she gave him a sultry look. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth to run around the circumference of the chocolate covered fruit, then she sucked it into her mouth. Her fingers twirled the top of it as she sucked on it, then she pulled it back out of her mouth to show it to him, red, glistening and completely devoid of chocolate.

"… you are sooooooo tall!" The puppet tilts its head coquettishly, and Izuna bites his lip to hide his smile. "You have a lovely deep voice too, so different from my Kermit!"

"… thank you?" Tobirama doesn't seem to know quite how to deal with Miss Piggy on a charm offensive, much less when she's flirting with him so aggressively, but he's clearly doing his best. "I think?"

Madara opens his eyes slowly, staring up at the roof beams.

The same room, the same tatami, the same kakebuton… but the late afternoon light filtering in through the partially open shoji make it very clear that this is not the same place he went to sleep in. It doesn't have quite the same feel of a genjutsu, but there's something there that's… familiar.

And nothing so much as the sight of the gentle smile that greets him.

Part 2 of From Me to You (And Back Again)

With many thanks to @kurakura0-0 Jackie, @dawen, and @greencuttingmat for asking the questions that prompted me to expand this into a series.

Truly, it takes a village.

"Ah, look at you."

Izuna holds still as broad palms cup his cheeks, fingers dancing over his face in a pattern that every Uchiha knows. They are all trained in how to function when blind, a necessity in a world where each and every one of their enemies knows their dōjutsu as both the weakness and the strength that it is, and he's felt the touch of more than one elder as they see in a new way.

But not like this.

Because this is not some one who was blinded by an enemy, an eye thief - this is his father.

For @kurakura0-0 , @dawen, @greencuttingmat , and @lazuliofheaven who encouraged this insanity!

Part 3 of Fishing (For Family)

"Oh, hush." Madara bounces the boy in his arms a little, resettling Kagami more securely even as he ignores his brother's muttered curses. "You've always fought each other to a standstill before, I can't imagine why you thought that would change now."

"But it was the medaka!" Izuna protests angrily. "And I caught it! Surely that should have counted as a win!"

"Not when he caught one too," Madara presses a kiss to the wildly curling hair of the boy in his arms to hide his amusement, careful not to dislodge the bowl Kagami is cradling so carefully.