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manias-wordcount · 11 months

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this is an ask for sky so i hope you don’t mind 😅

so imagine the reader waking up early and isn’t able to fall back asleep, and sky wakes up with morning wood 🥴 so the reader is tossing and turning trying to convince sky to start the day but he eventually just picks her up and *plop* suddenly she setting on him and he says “lemme give you a reason to stay in bed 😩

sorry if this is wayyy to specific but it’s something I can’t get out of my head and I’m a sucker for some good smut lmao

I’d love to see what you do with this prompt if you decide to do it!!

thank youuuu!!!!!!

A Lazy Morning In (SS! Link x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 (𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛) 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀𝗺𝗺𝗺𝗺

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗲 (𝗱𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁??)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You didn’t want to wake him up. In fact, the very last thing you wanted to do was wake him up.

Link works so hard for you. After years and years and years of being together, he still works hard for you. Even since you both fell in love as young graduates from the knight academy. Some days, he’s off making a comfortable living for the two of you. Playing knight in shining armor as he goes off to fight all kinds of monsters and baddies left behind and scattered around the world. And he fights well. He carries his sword and his bravery too every time he sets off to fight. And now, Skyloft has always been much safer since he started taking to the skies.

And some days, he joins you. Back the soft ground surrounded by even softer clouds. He tells you how much he misses fighting alongside you. You tell him that not everyone can be the Hero of the Skies, and you convince him to help you tend to the farm as you assist the neighbor’s shop next door. And without complaint, he’ll roll up his sleeves and he’ll work and work and work and work. For the two of you to make your house a home. For the two of you to make the neighborhood, a family. For the two of you to live out a few moments without worry. Just peace.

And yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when he returns from his duties as a hero late into the night. Only rise with you early in the morning, ready for another day of hard work. You tried to convince him to rest. To take the day off and let you handle things. But he only told you that he would rest when you would. That he would stop only if it meant that this break he was receiving was to be enjoyed with you. So the day passed and went. Night came and gone. And it’s early morning now.

But all you can do is watch the ceiling as you turn and you turn and you turn.

You don’t want to wake him up. The last thing you wanted was to wake him up. But you’re not used to sleeping in. You’re not used to letting the sun’s soft beams stream across your cheeks and ignoring its calls for work. You’re not. But for his sake? You try to be. And so you flip on your side, and you press your face into his chest and let the quiet sound of tiny snores lull you back to sleep. But it doesn’t work. So you huff, and you find yourself turning onto your other side, letting the warmth of his sleeping body seep into your back through the thin material of one of his old tunics. But it doesn’t work. In fact, every position and every little movement, and every little tactic you try to just get yourself to fall back asleep doesn’t work. It just doesn’t.

It takes a little over an hour of no success to decide that you’ve had enough. By this point, the sun has crawled just a little higher into the sky. And its beamed has started to shine down on you a little bit warmer than before. It calls you. So without further protest, you slowly slide the quilt off of you and swing your legs to the floor. It’s cool to the touch, and it wakes you up even more. But it’s refreshing, and it’s nice- it’s all that you needed to start your day. Well… almost.

With all the subtly of a mouse scurrying between the darkest corners of a house, you tiptoe to the other side of the bed. You’re met with a peaceful image. The sound-asleep figure of your fiancé. Lips parted, dark blonde hair spread messily across his pillow, and bright blue eyes shut tightly as he enjoys his time in dreamland. He looks exhausted. But behind all the tiredness, you still see the face of a man who is too kind for this world. Too strong for any enemy. Too perfect for him to be truly yours. But he is. He’s all yours just like you’re all his. And so you find yourself leaning down and cupping his cheek with the gentlest of grips. You want to litter his face with tiny pecks. You wake him up with the biggest, brightest smile you could ever give him. But he deserves his rest. So you settle on just a tiny kiss on the cheek with a whispered “I’ll see you soon.” And you get up to leave. Rising up and turning away like a ghost. Never to be seen until you-

A hand grabs your wrist.

It’s your only warning. Your split second of warning that makes your stomach drop and your heart race until you’re being pulled with all the force in the world back in the direction that you came. And it happens so fast. So quick you can hardly comprehend or see or even feel what’s happening until it’s over. And even then, you have no time to feel ashamed of your lack of reflexes after all those years you spent training. No, because by then, you’re already right where he wants you to be.

Sitting on top of him as nothing but a flimsy piece of underwear separates you from the hard, long, and stiff figure now trapped beneath your bottom.

“Umm…” Your voice starts off quiet as you look at him. Unsure, even. Beneath you, Link still wears a dazed and sleepy look in his eyes. Evidence that he just woke up. But the smile on his face is one of contentment. Triumph. Pride, even. You don’t know how he managed to wake up the moment you turned away from him. You don’t even know how he managed to throw off the sheets and pull you on top of him in the same amount of time either. Yet here you are- looking down at him as he lies beneath you. The hand on your wrist is now slowly, slowly, slowly moving until it finds a new place to settle on: the curve of your ass. “...Good morning, Link!”

He snorts. The hand on your ass takes a chance to grab at your waist, before moving to slip underneath your sleeping tunic. It makes contact with bare skin as his hand travels around the expanse of your backside. Looking for the next place to conquer and to claim as his own.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” He mumbles. His voice still carries a bit of huskiness to it. And the sound of it alone hits you hard and hits you deep. Your breath hitches. Your heart rate spikes. And It’s almost shameful how one little voice- a mere few words are able to turn you on this quickly. This easily. “Though I think we should stay in bed for a little bit longer, wouldn’t you agree?”

Though his hand subtly guiding your body grinding onto his hard cock might have something to do with all this excitement you’re feeling too.

“Mhm…” You agree easily because there’s nothing more to say. You don’t need convincing. You don’t need to be told that the crops could wait a couple of hours. That your neighbor and their customers would understand if you’re late. You don’t need it all. Instead, you just find yourself folding easily into the touch. Melting easily under his gaze. And matching the rhythm he sets for the two of you as your hips that moving on their own. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. All for his doing. All for both of your pleasure. “Yeah…let’s stay in bed for now.”

He smiles up at you. Messy hair blocking some of your view of his pretty, now more alert eyes. But you settle for grabbing at his hand and treading your fingers between his. It takes him no time at all for him to pull your joined hands closer to his face and kiss the back of your hand sweetly. Once. Twice. Three times. The moment is sweet. The gesture is gentle. The feeling is innocent. But almost out of habit, you find yourself being the one the break the silence as your hips grind down into him even harder than before. At that, you let out a gasp in surprise as the material of your underwear brushes against your clit from this angle. And beneath you, Link lets out a shuttered breath before going completely still.

A second passes. And then another. And another. Until finally…

His hand lets go of yours.

And places itself underneath your bottom instead.

“I think…”

He murmurs out loud to the two of you, eyes half-lidded and voice chock-full of a less than innocent emotion. Your hand finds its home resting on his shoulders as he lifts you a couple of inches off of him with one arm. Your eyes find the arm that’s holding your body weight and you find your arousal growing at the show of strength being displayed by a set of strong, toned, and perfect arms. But you’re quickly distracted by the sight. And it’s all because of a feeling. Three simple little feelings that have you drawing your eyes back in surprise to the cocky grin now overtaking your fiance’s handsome expression. How could you blame you? How could you blame either of you?

For it’s the feeling of your panties being pulled to the side to expose your slick, slick wetness to the entire world as the first.

“I think I should be inside you right now….”

And the feeling of the very tip of his stiff, warm cock pushing and teasing at your pretty little cunt as the second.

“...Right, pretty girl?”

And the sense of contentment you feel…

“Right…Link.”

…to be enjoying such a lazy morning in.

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southsidestory · 8 months

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The Valley of the End: Ch 21 Sneak Peek

When Sasuke was four years old, a thunderstorm hit Konoha. He’d only seen rain, never lightning, and the bright, branching flashes outside his window terrified him. Father would be angry if he found out. Even as a little boy, Sasuke knew that much.

He also knew that his mother was the safest place in the whole, wide world (a small world, actually, but he didn’t understand that yet).

Sasuke woke her in the middle of the night with a silent tug on her nightgown sleeve. Father was out of town on some important Hokage business, so he didn’t have to worry about getting caught.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her question blurred with sleep.

“The storm. It’s…”

“Scary?”

He nodded.

Sometimes when Father was away and Sasuke had a nightmare, she let him sleep in the big bed, but this time she said no.

“Bad dreams can’t hurt you when you’re awake, but storms are real. When you’re scared of something real, you shouldn’t run from it. Running will only make you more afraid.”

That didn’t make sense to Sasuke, but she taught him in the best way he could learn: by taking him outside to see the storm.

A porch wrapped around the back half of their house like protective arms. That’s where she took him that night, where she picked him up and held him on her hip, telling stories about lightning and fire.

“You’re a son of the Uchiha,” she said. “This is who you are, Sasuke. Never fear that.”

He nodded, but the next jolt of lightning still made him flinch.

His mother hugged him tighter through the rolling thunder, then sat on the porch swing with him curled up in her lap.

“As long as I’m here, I’ll never let anything hurt you.”

That wasn’t true. She tried her best, but there was only so much a wife could do from within a cold-hearted Hokage’s shadow.

Maybe she hadn’t realized that on the night she held him in her arms, teaching him that not only was she the safest place in the world, she would shape his world to be safe for him.

She killed his fear of storms that night. As rain played music on the roof and lightning burned the skies, Sasuke discovered a love for something as beautiful as it was deadly.

Looking back, that should have been a warning sign, a lesson in and of itself. When he feels loved enough, he can look past a pretty lie. He can trust for the sake of comfort, even if real danger is barely hidden overhead.

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AN: I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek of Chapter 21! Fingers crossed that I'll have a full update to share soon.

#sasusaku #ssfanfiction #ss fanfiction #sasusaku fic #TVOTE #the valley of the end #my fanfiction #sneak peek

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dxkk1104 · 11 months

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A quiet sob reached his ears.

A melody of pain came from behind him.

Clenching his eyelids, he counted to ten. He waited, listening to see if she was still crying. He didn't feel like talking in the middle of the night; he didn't want confessions or words of comfort. But Sakura didn't stop.

Taking a deep breath, he turned on his other side in the sleeping bag. Her long hair covered most of her face, but Sasuke could perfectly see the tears flying onto the already soaked fabric.

Extending his hand, he automatically exposed her other eye. Sakura only now realized that he was looking at her. With her eyes wide open, she looked into his deep black.

They didn't need any words.

Sasuke stared at her red skin, while Sakura tried to get rid of the last wet marks on her cheeks.

Unable to look at her like this any longer, he reached into his bag, pulling out one of three handkerchiefs his mother had made herself when he was still a child. Handing it to Sakura, he watched with what gratitude she received the small gesture.

Sasuke gave her a piece of the past; a thing that no one but him could have; without hesitation.

Wiping her nose, she handed him a handkerchief, but he stopped her with a movement of his head, conveying with a glance that she should leave it to herself. Instead, he gently touched her shoulder and pointed to the sky.

The stars were his anchor. He loved looking at them, turning off intrusive thoughts.

Sakura followed suit and after a while her eyelids began to close.

Sasuke fell asleep as his mirror, in which the stars are reflected, closed.

#sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #sssnippetaday #ss fic #ss fanfiction #team 7 #sasusaku #genin sasusaku

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alexjobs · 1 year

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If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor and go read Covenant by @starry0-o right now! It’s an on-going SasuSaku war-fic that will keep you wishing for more!

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[Original art by @ni23ku]

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valaaye · 6 days

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Sasusaku fanfiction where Sakura turns to the dark side with Sasuke but Sasuke doesn't want her to be evil? Does that exist lol. Or anything similar to that

#ss fanfiction #sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #valaaye post

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motheryoon · 1 year

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he lay on his back, bare-chested, underneath the glow of the moon with his bride resting her head over the space where his heart beats. their skin is still dotted with perspiration from making love, breaths stills steadily evening out.

they are married.

tears prick the corners of his eyes, one lavender and one onyx, as he slowly tries to comprehend this actuality.

he is married. to the only person he has ever loved. to the woman who poured her affection into his soul and filled him to the brim with joy.

“if i were to die now,” he utters quietly, to only her and the moon, “i would die a happy man.”

her head tilts upwards and she looks at his face unflinchingly, as she has done so many times before. he wonders what she sees, what there is to love about him.

she’s always had better eyes than him, though, so perhaps there is some worth there, even if it is minuscule. perhaps she sees something, deep inside his eyes, his mind, his heart—that he cannot. that is worth loving.

“sasuke-kun. sasuke-kun,” sakura whispers, calling to him repeatedly, and warmth pools in every crevice of his being at her silken voice.

she is like medicine, like oxygen, like heaven.

she continues, breathing his name into his skin and pressing fervent kisses to his lips—his lips; so eager and desperate for her touch are they.

“ah,” he whispers, mouth slowly lifting up at the corners, “the happiest man.”

#sasusaku #sasuke x sakura #sssnippetaday #ss fanfiction #blank period #married sasusaku #newlyweds #they are so dear to me #sasuke wanting to cry when he thinks about how much he loves sakura is canon to me idc #he’s an uchiha after all #and they love hard #my babies #i will protect you #sakura haruno #uchiha sasuke #naruto #motheryoon #sakura #sasuke

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bananaconda33-blog · 7 days

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Here is the first chapter of my fanfic because it needs more reads

Please 💙

I worked really hard on this

Of all the places Logan could work on his endless piles of paperwork, the coffee house was, by far, his favorite.Perhaps it was the scent of coffee beans laced with vanilla or the quiet hum of patrons chatting in the booths. Maybe it was the simplistic aesthetic that made him feel at ease.

But that would mean Logan would have to admit that he felt things.

Which he doesn’t.

Logan Adams doesn’t feel anything.

Seated at his usual corner booth, Logan focused intently on grading papers. His brow was knit in concentration while his red fountain pen marked his students' mistakes. The occasional sip of coffee momentarily distracted him until a gentle breeze stirred his papers.

As he glanced up, he noticed a man entering the coffee shop. From the looks of it, he seemed to be a farmer with his slightly disheveled flannel shirt and sweat-drenched, dirty hair as he carried a large crate to the front counter and began chatting with the shop owner. Logan's gaze lingered on the stranger for a moment before returning to his papers, uninterested in further observation.

Yet, despite Logan's apparent disinterest, the farmer approached his table and greeted him with a simple. "Hey there."

Logan studied the farmer, unexpectedly acknowledging the charm of the farmer’s unkempt appearance. The dirt smeared on his face made Logan’s hands twitch with an overwhelming desire to wipe it away, his curly hair was barely contained by a headband, and there was an authentic scent of nature surrounding him. Logan couldn't understand why someone like him would approach him. His own appearance - a dark blue suit and slicked-back dark brown hair - couldn’t possibly be appealing to someone like him.

Logan ignored the greeting and returned to his papers, silently hoping the man would take the hint and leave him alone. However, the farmer, confused by the lack of response, cocked his head to the side. “I’m not a ghost, am I? No ‘hello’? Nothing?”

“Hello,” Logan replied dryly, fighting the childish urge to lower his head to the table to express his annoyance at being bothered.

“Hello to you too, handsome.”

Logan lifted his head, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "Excuse you?"

“I said ‘hello’...”

The farmer ran his fingers through his reddish-brown hair, and despite himself, Logan’s mouth tugged into an amused smile of his own. But rather than show his interest in this interaction, it quickly turned into a scowl. “Handsome. You called me handsome.”

“Oh, did I? Whoops. Slip of the tongue, I suppose.”

Logan leaned back, adjusting his glasses. In a situation like this, the reasonable course of action would be to inform the stranger that he is married, uninterested, and wished to be left alone. However, he found himself unable to say anything.

Maybe he found the encounter a welcome distraction, or perhaps it was the most interesting thing to happen in his mundane life in a long time. Regardless, he regarded the farmer with a curious tilt of his head.

Then, another person entered the coffee shop, causing a gust of wind to sweep Logan's papers off the table. As the farmer hurriedly gathered them, Logan tried to reorganize them into their respective stacks with visible frustration. Then, when the farmer extended a hand to offer back some of the papers, Logan snatched them away.

“Do you need help reorganizing?”

"It's alright. These papers are a mess anyway," Logan muttered.

After adjusting his flannel - which did little to improve his disheveled appearance - he sat in the booth opposite Logan. The teacher shot him a puzzled look, clearly uncomfortable with the unsolicited company.

Shrugging with a casual grin, the farmer said, “Oh, well, if you insist I sit with you, I have a few minutes to spare.”

“I don’t want company,” Logan replied, and the stranger's grin only widened.

“I’m sure you don’t, Mr.-”

The farmer offered a hand for a handshake, which made Logan recoil. His gaze flitted from the dirty hand being offered in his direction to the grin on the farmer’s face. Though the thought of dirtying his hands was far from appealing, he returned the handshake.

“Adams. Logan Adams.”

The farmer's gaze seemed to linger on Logan's face before shifting down to look at the papers under Logan's arm. "A teacher?"

“Yes.”

“What grade?”

“High school.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows, "Of course I enjoy it," he said a little too sharply. "I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t enjoy it."

"Just wondering," the farmer said softly in case he had unknowingly offended Logan. "It's just... well, you seem a bit worn out, that’s all," he added cautiously, nodding toward the dark smudges under Logan's eyes.

After all the time Logan dedicated every morning to applying makeup to prevent observations like that, he was frustrated that it was still pointed out. His jaw tightened as he stared at the farmer, who quickly changed the subject.

“I’m not usually the one making these runs, so I don’t come here often. Is their coffee good?”

“I believe so, yes.”

Logan continued to occupy himself with grading again while the stranger talked to him because, unfortunately, the papers weren’t going to grade themselves.

And talk he did. For a very long time.

"Logan?"

Logan paused, and he looked up. " Yes?"

“Are you listening to me?”

“Sir…” Logan sighed, setting his pen down, "In case it wasn't clear when you first approached me, I am busy. I'm not sure what made you feel inclined to sit with me of all people, but that was your mistake. No, I am not listening to you."

Hoping that would finally be direct enough to make the stranger leave him be, Logan returned to his work, only to see him pick up one of his papers and start reading it.

“Math, huh?” the farmer mused, his finger tracing the red marks on the page. “Was never my strong suit.”

"I can't say I'm surprised,"

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I'm stupid?"

“Given your decision to continue this one-sided exchange despite my clear signals? Yes, I have come to that conclusion," Logan replied, causing a moment of silence between them until the farmer broke it with a laugh.

“Well, that’s not very nice. I wouldn’t have expected something like that from you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“You’re right, I don’t. But I want to,” said the stranger, finally rising from the booth, “Tell you what, how about I leave you alone today, and I’ll come back to talk to you tomorrow when you're not swamped with paperwork? Sounds good?"

Logan nodded, unintentionally committing himself to be there the next day and not spend it working, which was uncommon for him.

“Alright. I’m Barry, by the way. You didn’t ask my name, but if you’re gonna be my new coffee buddy, I thought you should know.”

Barry gave Logan a quick two-finger salute before he headed back to his truck. Logan gave a confused glance before he shook his head, chastised himself for getting distracted, and refocused on the papers before him.

Yet, the image of Barry's smile persisted in his mind, leaving him oddly unbalanced.

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vermilionlavendereyes · 2 years

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look at me, love

Pairing: SasuSaku Word count: 3,196 Rated: K

Kakashi thinks he sees something akin to protectiveness in Sasuke’s usual glare during their run-in with the Kiri-nin. As soon as Sakura steps in front of Tazuna, kunai raised, Sasuke’s gaze is trained on her. When the two chuunins inevitably attack the bridge builder, and in the process head directly toward Sakura, Sasuke is in front of her within a heartbeat.

Kakashi smirks under his mask before capturing the two enemies before any of his team could get hurt. Sakura is blushing once she realizes that Sasuke-kun just protected her and Sasuke is back to acting as disinterested as ever. Then, Kakashi notices the wide gash on Naruto’s hand and sighs tiredly.

He sees it again, more in his movements then his eyes now. He instinctively moves in a way that he’s close enough to the girl if she needs to be protected. Kakashi wonders if it is because he sees her as his inferior, a weak being that needs protection, or because he is starting to care about his comrades more and more with each mission. He doesn’t have long to ponder, as Zabuza launches a new attack on him and he has to lure him away from the old man and the children.

. . .

When they enter the academy there is some sort of commotion – a fight! – happening. Naruto is about to urge his teammates to get closer to the action when he notices it. Sasuke is looking at Sakura with scrutiny. Naruto is used to seeing Sakura glance every so often at the raven-haired boy, only to be promptly ignored by him. He, however, has never noticed Sasuke looking at her. Sasuke averts his gaze without saying anything and Naruto decides to stay quiet as well – for now.

They approach what appears to be a smaller fight. Two guys don’t want to let them through, saying that being a chuunin with all its responsibilities is not something they can handle. They say they are just trying to spare the weaklings, to weed out the losers. Naruto is about the give them a piece of his mind, when Sasuke speaks up first.

“That’s nice and all…” he starts in a low tone, “but you still better let me through. And drop the genjutsu while you’re at it.” Naruto looks at his teammate with furrowed eyebrows and he listens as the small crowd around them starts murmuring. Many wonder what he is talking about, Naruto himself included.

One of the guys standing in front of the door smirked. “So you figured it out, huh?”

“It wasn’t hard to, right, Sakura?” Naruto’s eyes narrow into concentrated, suspicious slits. “With your analytical skills and knack for understanding and sensing genjutsu.” Sasuke smirks ever so slightly and Naruto’s lips purse as he wonders when Sasuke started handing out kind words, it surely was not like the teme to do so. Maybe this is part of the genjutsu, he thinks when Sakura speaks up.

“That’s right!” A pale blush is gracing her cheeks and her smile is bright as she glances at Sasuke. A determined look takes over though, as she looks back at the gatekeepers. “We’re quite obviously still on the second floor.”

“Well,” one of the guys says, “figuring it out isn’t enough to get through.” The other one dispels the genjutsu just as Sasuke gets ready to attack.

Naruto pays more attention to the looks Sasuke gives their female teammate from then on.

. . .

They are in the Forest of Death when Ino first sees it. The icy glare of the Uchiha wavering for a miniscule moment. She is too terrified of the marks racing over, covering his skin to pay it too much mind, though. He glares at the altercation in front of him, eyes aflame even without the sharingan activated.

He looks at the Oto shinobi and Ino is really glad she is not one of them. His eyes dart over to Sakura’s form, bruised and battered, hair chopped messily and Ino thinks that for a second, as his eyes focus on the details of her beaten up, shaken form, that the edges of his eyes soften. But just as soon as she sees it, it’s gone and he asks in a threateningly low voice, “Sakura, who did this to you?”

Ino is too terrified of what transpires next and she has to tightly shut her eyes when Sasuke breaks both arms of one of the Oto-nin. She shudders at the sound of bones cracking and almost forgets about the look she thought she’d seen in his eyes. But it’s there again, when Sakura finally gathers herself and runs to Sasuke, hugging him tightly from behind. Ino can see the rage slowly dissipate from his body, even the markings on his skin are starting to disappear as Sakura begs him to stop.

“Please, Sasuke-kun,” she cries. Ino sees Sasuke close his eyes, and when he opens them and looks over his shoulder at his teammate, she sees the tenderness there again. Ino’s crush on the boy ends that day, for more than one reason.

. . .

Naruto doesn’t know what exactly happened while he was unconscious in the Forest of Death, but he knows his teammates are keeping something from him. He sees it in Sasuke’s pointed glares toward Sakura when it looks like she’s about to say something. His gaze is always sharp, but never threatening toward the girl.

When Naruto sees Sasuke grab Sakura’s wrist and hold it firmly as he harshly whispers something, he thinks that maybe he imagined that look before the chuunin exams started. But then he realizes he’s still holding onto her arm long after Sakura stopped struggling against his grasp. He doesn’t see the Uchiha’s eyes but somehow, Naruto knows that the look was real and it’s there again.

. . .

Sakura doesn’t get to participate in the final round of the Chuunin Exams but she is beyond proud of her boys. She hasn’t seen much of them after the preliminaries, both of them busy training for the real thing. She sits down in her seat next to Ino, exited to see how her comrades will do against the other villages’ shinobi in the final rounds.

Sasuke’s fight is coming up with the scary Suna-nin with the gourd and forehead tattoo and Sakura can’t help but swallow nervously. She heard that he went through the Forest of Death without a scratch – and in record time! She knows Sasuke is strong, smart and talented, but she still feels nervous beads of sweat forming in her palms and on the back of her neck.

The fight quickly escalates and Sakura has the feeling that there is something larger at work here and her suspicions prove to be true when all of a sudden Sasuke’s match leaves the arena. She can feel her skin tingling and dispels the genjutsu, looking around, completely alert.

Soon she finds herself rushing after Sasuke and Gaara with Pakkun, Naruto and Shikamaru.

. . .

They can see trees swaying, some falling, and huge clouds of dust as they near the fight. As they approach, they can hear the sound of a thousand birds chirping, loud thuds and cracking of branches. Naruto glances at Sakura and he can see the anxiety clearly reflected in her clean, green orbs.

They can hear the clashing and when they arrive, Sasuke is lying on a branch, a weird sand creature is on another, getting ready to attack. Naruto is quick to jump into action, kicking the sand guy far away from Sasuke, while Sakura lands next to Sasuke’s trembling body. Naruto notes the weird marks covering Sasuke’s left side but doesn’t have time to dwell on it. Sakura is there to take care of him, Naruto has to stop the creature first and protect his friends, his village.

“Um, Sakura-chan?” he asks as the sand monster slowly gathers himself. “Who is that?”

“He may appear different but,” Pakkun grumbles, “that’s still the guy Sasuke was fighting in the arena.”

“What?!” Naruto’s jaw drops. He looks back just in time to see Gaara rushing toward them.

It is the fight of Naruto’s life. He’s never had to fight like this to protect the people precious to him, his teammates. Sakura gets captured in a sand trap early in the fight and Sasuke exhausted most of his chakra already in the arena fight and then chasing after Gaara.

“You have to,” Sasuke heaves, “protect her, Naruto.” There it was, that look in his eyes as they focused on Sakura’s unconscious form, just for a second. By the time he looks back at Naruto, it’s gone. “Promise me you’ll protect her.”

Naruto gulps and nods. “I’ll protect both of you,” he vows. I’ll protect everyone.

. . .

Sasuke leaves the village and Naruto fails to bring him back. There are no traces of the softness in his eyes when Naruto fights him at the Valley of the End.

When he wakes in the hospital and Sakura is there by his side, his heart clenches. She doesn’t notice him come to right away, so he has a few moments to observe her. Her eyes are glassy and the green isn’t as lively as it used to be not long ago. They are puffy and red all around and her skin is pale, almost ashen.

She notices that he’s awake and plasters a smile on her face, that almost reaches her eyes. But Naruto has seen her smile a thousand times now and he knows that she’s hurting. He knows it because her dimples aren’t showing and her eyes aren’t creasing ever so slightly in the corners and her bottom teeth are not showing like they do when she can’t contain her happiness. He knows it because he’s hurting too.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t bring him back,” he rasps. “But next time, I will.”

Sakura’s eyes glaze over and she looks out the window. A new kind of haze settles over her gaze as it focuses on something. Naruto follows her line of sight out the window and sees the village gates.

. . .

Naruto’s back in the village and Sakura almost crushes him when she hugs him upon his arrival.

“Naruto!” she beams at him brightly, dimples and bottom teeth showing, eyes creasing. Naruto thinks that she’s most beautiful like this.

“Wow, Sakura-chan! Careful!” he warns. “You’re going to snap me in two,” he says, rubbing his side.

. . .

Team Kakashi is on their way to one of Orochimaru’s hideouts. Sakura’s eyes are determined, hard around the edges and Naruto realizes just how much she’s changed, how much she’s grown. She looks straight ahead, eyes never wavering, the only giveaway that she’s nervous are her cracked lips from all the biting. Her dimples are none existent and the only time her eyes crease is when she squints to see what’s ahead.

Naruto thinks he always loves Sakura but he’ll always prefer the happy gleam in her eyes to the firm haze that’s in them right now.

. . .

They find Sasuke. He is gazing down at them from above the ruins of the underground hideout. He looks at Sakura only for a moment but Naruto sees it all the same. The brief change in his eyes. The dilation of his pupils for a split second, how the blacks of his irises almost seem dark charcoal. But it’s gone as soon as it came and his eyes harden, darken as they settle over Naruto and their new teammate, Sai.

. . .

Karin may be blindly in love but she is not blind. She also pays closer attention to Sasuke than most things. She knows the way he carries himself, proudly – almost smugly, really. She knows that his eyes are unreadable most of the time, and even if you can detect any emotion in them, it is anger, fury, rage. She knows the way he walks, the way he inhales and exhales, the way his fingers twitch before he reaches for his katana and the way they twitch before he readies his fist to throw a punch. She knows the way he lands on his feet and the way he raises – gracefully, magnificently. She knows the way he laughs menacingly as he spirals into insanity upon losing his brother, and she knows the way the last embers of fire die out in his gaze after he loses everything.

Karin, however, does not know the look that’s in his eyes right now. His old teammate, a loud girl with annoyingly pink hair and unbelievably green eyes stands in front of them. Karin sees Sasuke’s eyes change. She’s used to seeing it flash from their usual onyx to a searing vermilion but she’s never seen them go from… a blank, bottomless black to a deep charcoal. She’s never seen Sasuke’s pupil dilate, in fact, his eyes have never seemed light enough to tell where his pupils ended and his irises began.

He regains control of his emotions, if there’s any left in him other than rage and grief, and a deep, deep desire for revenge and the look is gone. Karin isn’t sure if she really saw it or just imagined it because of chakra depletion and blood loss. When Sasuke tells the pinkette that she can replace Karin if she kills her, Karin is sure that she must have imagined it, that it was just her brain playing sick games with her in her last moments.

She passes out and when she wakes, she is imprisoned in Konoha. She wonders if the girl went with Sasuke or if maybe he killed her. She’s sure she didn’t kill Sasuke, not with the tremble in her otherwise determined voice, not with the clear love written across her bright eyes, not with the heartbreak evident in her broken smile.

Karin wonders… if perhaps the look in Sasuke’s eye was real… if maybe it will be this girl that finally reaches him, that manages to pull him out of the bottomless pit of despair and grief he fell into, if maybe she’ll be able to stop him before he destroys himself and everything around him.

. . .

Everyone with eyes can see it. Sakura crushes half the White Zetsu army to dust and the earth opens up underneath her fist, swallowing the other half of the amry. Uchiha Sasuke smirks. He tries to hide it with an arm, but he’s a second too late. Kakashi sees it and thinks that there may be hope still for his former student. For the boy who lost too much at too young an age. Naruto sees it too and all he can think about is that he might just get his best friend back.

He looks at Sakura, and she doesn’t seem to have noticed the smug pride that graced the Uchiha’s lips, but Naruto beams in her direction as she kicks an enemy so hard, they split in half. She doesn’t know it yet, but maybe she will have what she’s always dreamed about, they might save Sasuke yet. They might bring him home.

Naruto looks back at Sasuke and he’s still watching as Sakura demolishes any and all enemy forces coming their way. He thinks he sees that same look on Sasuke’s face that he saw all those years ago at the beginning of the Chuunin Exams. Team 7 is back in action! Finally!

. . .

Kakashi sees it clear as day now. The boy might have lost an arm in the process, but along with it disappeared all the rage and fury and grief bottled up in that tattered heart of his. It is clearer now than it ever has been before. As he looks up at the girl who is trying tirelessly to save his life.

“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, “for everything up until now.”

He is fighting to stay conscious, just so he may look at her longer. Her cheeks may be strained with the dirt of the battle field, streaked with old tears as new ones form in her eyes. Her clothes may be ripped and her hair may be a mess but… Oh, yes, Kakashi can see it clearly in Sasuke’s eyes.

. . .

He doesn’t say it but Sakura knows. When she wakes up, she always finds charcoal eyes tracing the lines of her face. Every once in a while, there’s a hint of fiery red in them. When she comes home from a mission those same eyes wait for her at the gates and she swears they shine brighter than the morning sun as two calloused fingers touch her forehead. They are the same eyes that snap open when Sasuke’s had a nightmare and look for her own irises for comfort, always softening and glazing over when their owner realizes that she is there.

She knows it from the amused crinkle at the corners of his eyes when she’s made a fool of herself. She knows it from the worried mist when he scrutinizes her after she’s been injured. She knows it from the way the right one glows red in the dark when they are making love.

. . .

“Papa?” Sasuke hears his daughter speak. His gaze has been focused on Sakura for a while now. She’s been going from stall to stall, chatting with the vendors, laughing and buying this and that. Sasuke stands with Sarada to the side, holding an already full basket in his hand, while Sarada clutches his empty sleeve on his other side.

“Yes?” he asks, eyes still trailing after his wife.

“Why do you always look at Mama like that?”

Sasuke furrows his brows and finally, slowly averts his gaze from Sakura to look down at his daughter. “Like what?”

“Not like this. But like you were a second ago,” Sarada responds. “Like,” she struggles to find the right words.

“Like?” Sasuke prompts.

“Like her patients’ families look at her when they saved their lives and like when Boruto looks at Naruto-oji-chan when he sees him use the Kyuubi’s powers flawlessly and like Baba looks at Jiji when he cleans up the whole house when she has to stay late at work and like Ino-oba-chan looks at Sai-oji-chan right before they slam the door behind Inojin and like Mikoto-obaa-chan looks at Fugaku-ojii-san in that photo in our living room? But like all of these looks combinated all together?”

Sasuke has never been a man of many words but he finds it especially hard to come up with the right words now. So he opts to correct his daughter’s grammar instead. “Combined. Combinated in not a word.”

“Papa,” Sarada sighs, exasperated, in a way only a five-year-old can be. “Why do you look at Mama like you never want to look away?”

Sasuke’s eyes focus on his wife again as he sees her heading towards them. He knows what Sarada was talking about, of course. Even he can feel the hard edges and wrinkles around his eyes smoothing out as his gaze fixes on Sakura’s blinding smile, all teeth and dimples and crinkles eyes.

“Because she is precious to me,” he finally says.

Sarada may not have awakened her sharingan yet but even she can see that no man looks at a woman quite the way her Papa looks at her Mama.

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