1ST PLACE NARUTO WATTY AWARDS 2021 🥇 #1 in #hashimada. #1 in #yaoilemon. #1 in #madahashi. WARNING; contains heavy mature sexual content and scenes that might upset sensitive readers ❤️ I could still imagine them. The colours. They danced before my eyes at night, whispering things. I mourned them. I mourned them so much. But then HE came along, painted the canvas that was my life. Painted it all sorts of different colours. And I could dive in and disappear in all the colours that were him... Madara is a blind advanced arts student attending a highly regarded university. Hashirama is an arts teacher at the same university who is terminally ill. Madara's snappy personality clashes with Hashirama's warmth and great patience, but they soon find something within the other that they cannot be without... Cover art is drawn by me.

1ST PLACE NARUTO WATTY AWARDS 2021 🥇 #1 in MadaTobi. Tobirama x Madara. WARNING: Heavy mature sexual content. The guilt was eating me up from the inside. It was gnawing at my blood, through my inner organs, through my bones until it poked holes in my skin and I couldn't take it. I'd killed Izuna. And seeing his brother mourn him... I wish there was anything I could do... ANYTHING to give the light back that his brother obviously had given him, and now taken away when he had died. Or when I had killed him. Tobirama is devastated after coming to terms with the fact that killing Izuna had not been the right decision. Watching Madara suffer the consequences of losing the one he loved the most, he starts to realise his feelings towards Madara.

#1 in #hashiramaxmadara The feeling of the snow underneath my skis. "Moan for me, baby." The glistening white in the steep hill. "That's it. That's it, on your knees for me." The wind slicing my body like icicles as I sped up downhill. "Now, suck me." I closed my eyes, for just a fraction of a second, let the thoughts eat me up, consume me as I sped down. "Ahh, you feel so good. SO GOOD around me, Madara." I shivered, jolts of happiness ploughing through my spine as my skis ploughed through the snow. "You want more? You want me to give you more?" More speed, more speed, more more more more, downhill, faster on my skis, oh Hashirama, faster, FASTER inside me!! Madara is a 19-year-old English literature students home for winter holidays at the hotel his adoptive parents run and live in together with his little brother, Izuna. Madara can't think about anything but skiing and his parents' detest for it. Until a 31-year-old, anonymous author comes to stay at their hotel... Cover drawn by me.