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warmup

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joining the bandwagon #SixFanarts 

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Count Your Blessings ch5 by MadMothMadame

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@madatobigiftexchange for @sharked

Very sorry if it doesn’t match the prompt💦 i hope you like it🙏

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Tobirama shifted next to him, brushed a kiss against Madara’s cheekbone and said, callously, “Wake up.”

“Fuck off,” Madara said, voice muffled by his pillow.

(in which a nice Sunday is had, despite interruptions and copious amounts of holiday baking)

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sliding in with a gift for @moooooiste!!! happy madatobi month, and i hope you enjoy this!!

this fic is a part of the @madatobigiftexchange and thank you so much to the mods that organized it!!

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Submission from PeacefulDiscord

Back To Spots

“Are you sure this is a good idea?,” Madara stared at his idiot friend incredulously. “If we die in here, I’m going to kill you Hashirama.”

Hashirama paused his snooping, turning away from the test tubes balancing precariously in his hands. He set them down on the table, a smidge too close to the edge if you asked Madara but whatever. That was Hashirama’s problem when Tobirama saw how displaced everything was. Brown eyes peered woefully at him, tearfully vehement as the other man pouted, though ineffective with the messy state Hashirama was in. Scraps of parchment paper were stuck in his hair, ink streaking across his cheek and speckling his fingers.

Madara crinkled his nose, chucking a handkerchief into Hashirama’s face.

Hashirama beamed, rubbing the cloth against his cheek and smearing the ink more. “I don’t think it will be that bad Madara. Tobirama has a lot of protective seals around his lab to keep it safe!”

“Seals that you’ve no problem getting around!”

It was worrisome really, as foolish as Hashirama was, being related to Tobirama and married to Mito had left him with many chances to learn basic skills. While he could not fully understand the way seals functioned or how to lay them, he knew much too well how to disable some. Some like the ones Tobirama had around his lab.

Not to mention his willingness to disable them.

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just a scratch (not)

written for @madatobiweek2020!!

Madatobi Week 1 Prompts: Madara wins/Tsukuyomi AU or Magic AU || De-aging or Hidden Injury

Warning(s): graphic-ish fight scene in the first sequence

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Blades clash, the setting sun’s rays reflecting off metal. Their blades shake from the strain of trying to overpower the other. With a forceful push, they spring apart, breathing heavily. They stare each other down, trying to spot an opening. They don’t pay mind to the three other shinobi scattered on the forest floor, bleeding out, most likely dead already from their fading chakra.

Tobirama’s muscles are burning. His breaths drag through his lungs, past his dried lips. Sweat building behind his happuri streaks down his face, down his neck, and into his clothes. He’s too tired to even twist his face in disgust. He never wants to take a mission to Kaminari no Kuni ever again. He almost always ends up ambushed only mere hours away from home. Just his luck that he’s been ambushed by a four-man team of nukenin from the newly-established Shimogakure for some reason unknown to him; perhaps for the bounty? Most likely.

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madara summer wear(?)

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dump

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unfinished dump