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i dont think tobirama ever conceptualized what Hashirama felt and what he himself did the way hashirama did even as edo,
but its aparrent that hashirama regards him as wife - a Japanese wife, as in one with him, and Tobirama acts like that without knowing. You can see it in text (not even subtext) in canon. Its both cute and sad. 'you kids learn the will of life lol' "kids that are like anija are good kids"
and Hashirama was weird himself…in which he doesnt conceptualize love the conventional way either
he shows it with actions and private gestures
even the "kids" act like that…hiruzen said "we follow shodai-sama's ideals and his village" "it was shodai's forbidden scroll"
when Hashirama said "my AND Madaras village" and then "my village", fans had said its weird that we would find out tobirama built that whole shit later . Why wasnt he included or credited. And misunderstood hashi as terrible brother
Me : bc Hashirama treated him…as a part of himself. He belongs to him already.
"My AND Madara's" bc Madara is bro/friend and is his own person
I don’t think Hashi…noticed he was doing that
Or better said he doesn’t realize how it appears to others because it’s such a fact of life for him
It was easier when they were just in their clan as eldest and younger brother. Theres a clearer … definition of superior and inferior, younger siblings might as well be elders subordinates, so what's difference to wife, which neither cared much anyway they were close and comfortable w each other.
So this tendency of tobirama just doing and saying what he wants and needs to in his self assigned mission for the village/people continues into his hokageship where theres no longer that distinction in real time. And whenever theres disagreement, hashi no longer realized how it would look to others if he showed his objection or said no with violence
he has control problems lol
all over the place
But the…public dismissal makes all sense from OLD SCHOOL cultural standpoint
wife should be seen and not heard, bound as one with hubby
this is a shifting era too
he might have resent that tobirama couldnt JUST be a good natured obedient brother if not wife
he couldnt…compute Tobirama being wife AND a new era leader, because and just like he couldnt lead the new era world he himself created
Theres also worrying his head off about Tobiramas disability and ,when he was alive, illness. and letting the messy feelings get over him
Whats more Tobirama too autistic to point out whats wrong about it and just resigned used to it. It continued for years straight into edo.
It came natural for him that tobirama is a part of himself, everything thats his is Tobiramas bc tobirama is his. nobody wants to think hes a bad brother to tobirama, bc its WEIRD the way he skewered or dismissed him only in public lol
Turns out he was technically one.
Hes a good husband lol
Been reading too much au of warring clan era and my brain just went: Tobirama is actually Senju by marriage. And it's been 3 days now and I'm still thinking of this, it's driving me insane, if i go insane enough i might even write it, dear deities pls save me from my own nonsensical brain
Canon and please speak louder
Reminds me of one chinese fanfic i no longer have the link thats about hashi losing his memory and when he came to the first thing he does is assume the beautiful white haired man he saw was his wife, and him looking at old teenager photos of them together and thought tobirama was his child bride
Omg im devastated that you dont have the link to that fic anymore i feel like that would scratch my itch so badly 😭😭 so far ive only gotten the outline written out but i need this content like right nowww
So i found that amnesiac hashi fic lol please translate to read
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60659698
Been reading too much au of warring clan era and my brain just went: Tobirama is actually Senju by marriage. And it's been 3 days now and I'm still thinking of this, it's driving me insane, if i go insane enough i might even write it, dear deities pls save me from my own nonsensical brain
Canon and please speak louder
Reminds me of one chinese fanfic i no longer have the link thats about hashi losing his memory and when he came to the first thing he does is assume the beautiful white haired man he saw was his wife, and him looking at old teenager photos of them together and thought tobirama was his child bride
Omg im devastated that you dont have the link to that fic anymore i feel like that would scratch my itch so badly 😭😭 so far ive only gotten the outline written out but i need this content like right nowww
It sucks i no longer have the link but consider : madara actually thought tobirama was hashiramas child bride in the two family river incident. Years passed and only after the founding that he found out they were actually brothers and thats why he left the village
I agree with everything hete 700% absolutely banger brilliant perfect no more input tell me more thanks for the brotherwife rant
Listen im not even like a diehard hashitobi guy but like. I do think their relationship is so weird and multifaceted and codependent and influenced by their inherent power dynamic that the hashitobi posters are the ones who really capture their dynamic to its fullest extent because they aren't afraid to explore the taboo and weird parts of that relationship. And if that happens to include an incestuous fixation that continues the cycle of abuse then what can you do about it man ┐(´~`;)┌
Been reading too much au of warring clan era and my brain just went: Tobirama is actually Senju by marriage. And it's been 3 days now and I'm still thinking of this, it's driving me insane, if i go insane enough i might even write it, dear deities pls save me from my own nonsensical brain
Canon and please speak louder
Reminds me of one chinese fanfic i no longer have the link thats about hashi losing his memory and when he came to the first thing he does is assume the beautiful white haired man he saw was his wife, and him looking at old teenager photos of them together and thought tobirama was his child bride
Plot bunny: Hashitobi, abo, kinda arranged marriage
Smth smth the elders take note of Tobirama's proficiency in water jutsu and his intellect and go "he has to be kept in the clan" but he's only the heir/spare so if Hashirama has children hes supposed to either get kicked from the mainline or just marry another clan due to his status. Another Senju wouldve been fine but that would lower wtv political power he has and the elders want to use him as a mouthpiece when Hashirama isn't listening to them. And it seems someone saved the world in their past life cause lo and behold one of the brothers end up an omega
I need more tell me
You have me.
Beyond the death of the last star.
You have me.
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There has always been something in the way Tobirama bit and snarled when all weapons and chakra were no longer an option mid- battle.
Blood drips from a cut to his forehead right where the happuri had crumbled under a harsh blow that left him discombobulated for a few moments- inciting Hashirama's anger from across the battlefield.
Tobirama shook off the force of the blow- quickly regaining his footing once more and dodging another attack that would have surly done further damage.
Hashirama knew his brother- just as sure as he knew his loyalty.
Never had there come a day where he didnt return to Hashirama’s side as promised- as expected. Today would be no different.
Depleted of his chakra Tobirama turns to hand to hand combat- teeth glinting in the unforgiving sun- a secondary option if needed.
Hashirama can hear Tobirama’s snarls loud and clear as he slowly makes his way across the battle to his side. The ground trembles beneath him and roots become ravenous.
Hashirama thinks of the night to come- when the battle is done and Tobirama is in his arms once more.
Hashirama thinks of how he will hold him- how he will run his hands across his body- soothing away bruises and any scars that threaten to remain with his lips and fingertips. Marks that have no buisness lingering on Tobirama’s skin any longer than they had to.
Marks that were not his own.
Hashirama knows there will be plenty- knows himself well enough that it will be a challenge to hold back.
Instead he focuses on what is to come- focuses on the reward that is Tobirama once more at his side.
He thinks he will be gentle- maybe at first- or perhaps towards the end.
Either way, Hashirama looks forward to the sting of Tobirama’s nails raking down his back as he desperately tries to hold on- as he often does.
A wonderful gift to admire in the mirror, come morning.
Hashirama's favorite thing in the world was waking up to Tobirama curled close to her side.
Mother had always disliked the close bond they shared- had called it dangerous and unhealthy. Oftentimes warning them against such attachments to one another in a world where lives were snuffed without recourse.
Hashirama pitied her.
Mother would never understand what it was to love and be loved in return.
Mornings like these is what proved to Hashirama that goodness and peace still resided on this earth, so long as Tobirama’s heart continued to beat as she slept beside her.
Tobirama’s cheek is pressed onto Hashirama's breast, her pillow long forgotten in favor of Hashirama's chest.
Her legs are entangled with Hashirama’s beneath the sheets, the summer heat discouraging heavier blankets. Her arm twitches slightly where it lay slung across Hashirama's waist.
Hashirama strokes Tobirama’s cheek as she lays a kiss to the crown of her head, silky silver hair ticking Hashirama's nose.
Soon the sun will finish rising and Tobirama will scrunch her nose in displeasure before her eyelashes will flutter open for just a moment. Then she will turn her head and bury her face into Hashirama's chest to hide from the sun as she curls in closer to chase any warmth radiating from Hashirama's body.
Its a routine Hashirama knows like the back of her hand- one she would never trade for any other.
One she will kill to keep.
And has.
A shame really- their father was quite young when his sudden illness had taken him so soon.
That very night Hashirama had moved her futon back into Tobirama’s room as he drew his last breath.
Such unfortunate things come to pass in life however and are best not dwelled on for longer than a passing thought.
Hashirama had her sister to take care of, afterall.
Hashirama's touch is gentle when he pulls Tobirama closer to him.
It had always been like this, where Hashirama pulls, Tobirama follows with no resistance.
Tobirama sits in the space Hashirama makes for him, in his lap, his chest pressed so close to Tobirama’s back he's sure he can count each heartbeat against his spine.
The night is quiet and still- yet Hashirama remains vigilant, slightly stiff as his hands roam Tobirama’s body- searching.
"I am fine Anija." Tobirama speaks gently, trying to calm his brother.
Hashirama pays his words no mind, chosing instead to bury his nose into Tobirama’s hair to breathe deep, moving to nip his neck with his teeth.
The wounds that adorn Tobirama's body ache- they soon wont under Hashirama's care.
It had always been a marvel, people would whisper, that Tobirama was not riddled with scars.
As though Hashirama would allow any to leave their marks upon his favorite.
Tobirama sighs as Hashirama's fingers make their way beneath his clothes, fingertips running across stinging wounds.
He waits as the flesh knits itself back together under his brother's command. Warmth floods him at once and Tobirama shifts ever so slightly in his hold.
"Patience." Hashirama rumbles, the roughness of his voice sending shivers down Tobirama’s spine. "I will see to you more throughly when I am done."
"Will i be afforded any sleep tonight?"
Hashirama hums, "Well of course. Providing you can sleep through what I have planned for you until the sun rises."
Tobirama leans closer. Hitching his hips upwards as Hashirama's fingers travel further to his lower belly.
"You will not allow me a night's rest?" Tobirama grumbles.
"It won't be any fault of mine if you cannot sleep." Hashirama chuckles at long last, humor painting his tone. "I will continue taking my spoils. You have done well to return to me."
Tobirama mentally calculates how many hours existed between this very moment and the first rays of the sun as he hisses when Hashirama's hand moves lower to play with the ties of his straining fundoshi.
He closes his eyes and opens himself to Hashirama.
No youre correct 😭😭😭😭😭
Hashirama is so Nezha and Tobirama is so Ao Bing
ideal ship dynamic always involves a dash of fear between them. just to keep them on their toes.
maybe a man hurts every person who enters his life because his true soulmate is his BROTHER