#“We must become the change we want to see.” [//Muse: Sakura Haruno]

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‘squeeze’ Naruto to Sakura

Send ‘squeeze’ for my muse to react to your muse suddenly groping their ass! - @historias-multorum

Sakura had just finished going over the last of the paperwork at the hospital, and was just about ready to make her leave until she felt it. A hand groping her ass. His hand. She could easily distinguish his touch from others, because no one else would be that brave.

"Just couldn't resist copping a feel, huh, Naruto?" She asked playfully as she turned around and pulled him in for a kiss.

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🌷🌸 cute inosakus

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Incandescent [2/3]

title Incandescent (2/3)  summary Vengeance is the best pick-up line. pairing itasaku (of course)

Part 1 | Part 3

It was a well-known fact that King Fugaku had bastard children. At least two, in fact. One, he had taken in as his “nephew” and currently served as a baron not far from the capital. The other, for some reason, he had never acknowledged. Never even spoken to. It had been a source of great scandal in the Cian Kingdom when it had first come to light. But now, no one batted an eye.

Which Sakura thought was absurd.

“He made him and he won’t even speak to him?” Sakura complained. 

“It’s not as uncommon as you think, Sakura,” Kizashi answered.

“That’s right,” Mebuki piped up. “If anything, Papa is the strange one for not having mistresses.”

Sakura hid her smile behind her napkin as she watched her father sputter. 

As Sakura recalled that conversation from a few years ago, she started when a servant arrived to set down tea in front of them. The plates and silverware rattled together. Her eyes met Sakura’s. Sakura didn’t dare look at her guest. She just nodded at the girl to dismiss her. She couldn’t leave the room faster. The door closed with a click behind her.

Sakura sat alone with her esteemed guest. Emperor Itachi of the Bermellon Empire.

Bermellon was a powerhouse of military prowess and technology. It was much older than the kingdom of Cian, and its access to the ocean meant that merchants flocked to its ports. A plague several years ago, along with a civil war waged among the nobles had weakened the empire considerably. Rumors had spread of a new emperor who had seized the throne and brought stability to the lands. All that the rumors could agree on was that the emperor was a recluse who didn’t appear in public for any reason.

“You must be uncomfortable. I beg your pardon for the sudden visit,” the emperor said, lowering his head. 

Sakura pinched her thigh through her dress. It hurt. So this wasn’t some kind of strange dream.

“I.... Please don’t beg, Your Majesty,” was all she could think to say.

Itachi was silent as he took that in. And then a smile curled his lips. 

“Then instead of begging, let me ask you a question, My Lady. Is is true that you’ve been in a somewhat... vindictive mood lately?” he queried. Pointer finger on his cheek and thumb on his chin as he watched her.

Her curiosity overpowered the fear. She met his gaze. “Perhaps.”

His smile widened. “Excellent.”

Sakura didn’t know why. But she felt quite comfortable recounting the last several months to a foreign monarch. Which, in retrospect, was probably a very stupid thing to do. Maybe it was his silence. It was hard to find someone who just listened.

“That is... quite a slap in the face,” was all he concluded at the end of her story.

“What I resent most,” Sakura began. She seized a cookie from the platter in the middle of the tray, “Is that I have brains. Why would he believe that I was going to seduce the son of the Knight Commander when I’m already going to become Queen?” 

“That would be unnecessary,” Itachi said. 

“Exactly!” Sakura took a bite of the cookie. And then, settling back in her seat, she sighed.

“Well, there’s no use in getting angry. It’s what I get for underestimating the no-name niece of a baron,” she mumbled, mostly to herself. After a moment, her gaze flickered up to Itachi. 

“I’m not what you expected, am I?” Sakura guessed.

Itachi smiled a little. He wasn’t so daunting when he smiled like that. “Am I that transparent?”

“No. You have to get good at reading faces when you’re engaged to someone like Prince Sasuke,” Sakura replied. And then she tilted her head to one side as she thought as she added, “You remind me of him.”

His smile faded. “Which reminds me, we haven’t gotten to the reason for my sudden visit.”

She was aware that he had just changed the topic. But she gestured for him to proceed. She could always poke at that again later.

“Simply put, after the civil war, the farmlands and much of our infrastructure were destroyed. We’ve been able to make ends meet by importing crops from neighboring nations. Like yours. But the harsh tariffs your king has recently set against my country have hurt everyone. My people cannot afford to eat.”

“Wouldn’t this be the job of an ambassador to discuss this with His Majesty?” Sakura wondered.

“You’re correct. It would also be his job to discuss how Cian has engaged in skirmishes along our border and attempted to blame bandits,” Itachi added. 

“So my country is provoking you to see if you’re weak enough to attack?” she guessed. 

Itachi nodded. He took a sip of his tea. “That’s what I believe.”

Sakura folded her arms across her chest. “Then where do I factor into all of this?” she asked.

“Even outside of your kingdom’s borders, your family’s power is well-known. And then I happened to hear rumors of the House Haruno’s.... falling-out with the Crown. Naturally, I thought we could help each other. We put on a show, feign closeness. We can use that to our advantage to each get what we need.”

Sakura eyed him as she lifted her teacup to her lips to take a sip. She placed it back down on the saucer, soundlessly. “Do you plan to add Cian to your empire?”

Itachi didn’t flinch from her gaze. In fact, she almost wanted to flinch. Meeting with the Queen had been unnerving enough. This man was on a whole other level. “You’re quite blunt, aren’t you?” he observed. 

“Your question doesn’t cancel out my question, Your Majesty,” she pressed. Perhaps, a little foolishly. 

Itachi chuckled. “True. That was rude of me. But I also have many things I’d like to ask you.”

“Then we take turns. If you’d answer my question first, I’d be happy to answer one of yours,” she suggested.

“Very well. My answer is ‘no’. I don’t plan on conquering Cian.” And then he paused as he searched her gaze. “You’re not frightened?”

“Terrified.”

“Of this plan?”

“Yes. And of you. You’re very intimidating,” she answered. She didn’t see a need in lying about that. 

He chuckled, eyes flickering down to the teacup. “I wouldn’t be a good ruler if I wasn’t.” And then his eyes moved back up to her. “Your next question?”

“Is it alright for you to be away from Bermellon like this?” she inquired.

“No, actually. But this was a special exception. In the future, I’m afraid our correspondences will have to be through writing,” he told her. And then he tilted his head a little as he looked her over.

“Why do you ask?”

Sakura gestured around the room. “Because if you’re going to continue to visit, Your Majesty, we’re going to need to update these furnishings. My mother would have a fit if she knew you sat in the same room as out-of-season curtains,” she told him. 

Itachi’s eyes sparkled as he pressed his knuckles to his mouth. It took him several moments for him to speak again. In which Sakura felt at ease because she knew it was from him trying his best not to laugh. Which would have been very undignified for a fearsome emperor. 

“I look forward to working with you, Lady Sakura.”

“Likewise, Your Majesty.”

Itachi’s departure was discrete. He slipped out through the servant’s entrance, the hood of his cloak pulled up to cover his hair. As the carriage pulled up, Itachi turned back to look at her. Sakura lingered in the doorway.

“Do you have a pet name, My Lady?” Itachi inquired.

“Do I look like the sort of woman who would have a pet name, Your Majesty?” she retorted, forehead wrinkling at the very thought. Pet names were for little girls. Perhaps the only peer who could have gotten away with calling her by such a thing would have been the royal family. Just imagining Sasuke’s look of disgust if she asked him to call her by a pet name made goosebumps rise up and down her arms. 

“No. I suppose not. You’re quite endearing enough as is,” he mused mostly to himself as he turned to climb into the carriage. 

The servants pretended to have seen nothing, and all Sakura informed her mother when she arrived a week later was that she had been dreadfully bored without her.

“You changed the curtains. Thank you, love,” Mebuki observed as she sat in the parlor. She cast a confused look at the servant girl who stifled a giggle.

It began with a letter. A formal correspondence from the Emperor of Bermellon to Duke Haruno. 

“What does it say, Papa?” Sakura asked, leaning on him as she read over his shoulder. Kizashi handed it to her once he was done reading.

“The Bermellon Empire has had trouble feeding all its citizens after the civil war. The nobles were fond of razing farmlands as a battle strategy, apparently,” Kizashi informed her. He folded his hands under his chin as he waited for her to finish reading. 

Sakura wrinkled her nose. “Bermellon had an agreement with the Crown. They sold surplus crops to Bermellon. In exchange for what, Papa?”

“For not attacking us. For a while, Bermellon’s armies were a serious threat,” Kizashi replied.

“But not anymore.”

“Not anymore,” he agreed. “I’d heard rumors that King Fugaku was planning to lay down strict sanctions against Bermellon. I never thought Bermellon would come running to us for help, though.” Leaning back in his chair, Kizashi bit the end of his pipe. 

“Well, we grow the crops. It would make more sense for them to deal with us directly rather than go through the Crown,” Sakura commented. She stole a glance at her father, measuring his expression. He appeared to be lost in thought. 

“Why don’t we help them, Papa? It wouldn’t do for people to go hungry,” she suggested. 

Her father’s eyes flew to her. Sharpening.

“You know what kind of message that would send.”

“I know, Papa.”

Kizashi’s eyes narrowed even more. His mustache twitched. “What are you planning, dear daughter of mine?” he wondered. 

Sakura rested her chin in her palms. She beamed at him as she answered: “Wouldn’t it be so much more fun if it were a surprise, Papa?”

Kizashi penned a reply that afternoon. Sakura sitting at his side as they brainstormed how to word the response. Mebuki eyed them as she watched Sakura pour wax onto the envelope flap. Sakura blew on the wax to cool before she stamped it with the seal. 

“The royal family is moving to the Winter Palace. They should arrive in the next week or so,” Mebuki announced.

“Do you think they’ll try to make amends?” Kizashi queried.

“Of course. Although it seems like our daughter has other plans,” Mebuki noted. Sakura just smiled at her. Mebuki reached out and stroked Sakura’s hair. “Remember, darling. No treason.”

“Yes, Mama.”

As the weeks went on, letters went back and forth. Sakura started to pity the messengers who rode from the emperor’s palace on the coast to the Haruno family’s manor further inland. 

Under the guise of lightening her father’s workload, Sakura had taken on writing to the Emperor herself.

At first, the messages had been strictly business. Contracts and official documents that were signed and stamped to ensure a fair deal. There had been a few letters that had been a bit snippy as they negotiated about the money that would change hands. Sakura had to admit that the Emperor was a shrewd negotiator. The number they settled on wasn’t exactly unfair to her, but it was certainly less than she would have liked.

But as the number of letters grew, Sakura found that their correspondences sounded less and less like business. 

He didn’t exactly spill his soul onto the page, but she could make some guesses. His palace seemed like a quiet place. And he worried a lot. About his people. About himself. 

In one letter on a particularly dull day, Sakura mentioned off-hand that she missed the capital. Particularly the sound of the cuckoo birds that would wake  her in the morning.

She stood dumbfounded in her garden a few weeks later. Inside a silver cage sat two birds. Their feathers were grey, almost blue. Their bright yellow eyes stared at her as she approached. One of them opened its beak to let out a familiar “cuckoo” sound.

“Those are...” Sakura trailed off when one of her servants handed her a letter. The imperial seal stamped into the deep purple wax. 

A token of thanks for all that you’ve done, was all it said.

Of course, Sakura hosted a small tea party a few days later. And while she didn’t say anything about the birds, she did place the cage in the middle of the garden, where everyone could see.

“Those are lovely, Lady Sakura,” one of the ladies commented.

“They were a gift from His Majesty the Emperor of Bermellon,” answered Sakura. Pretending not to notice Ino almost choke on her tea.

It didn’t take long for rumors to spread from there. 

Sakura told her chattiest servants about the latest thing the Emperor had written to her or sent to her. And in turn, those servants spread the gossip to her friends and family. Who in turn informed their friends. 

By the peak of the winter, the royal court buzzed with speculation like an angry beehive. Was the daughter of Duke Haruno engaged to the Emperor of an enemy nation? Was this a plot on the Crown’s part to gain Bermellon’s trust? Hadn’t Lady Sakura just been rejected by the Prince?

Sakura sat in the shade of the garden. It was a little cool, but the cloak around her shoulders kept her from feeling uncomfortable. The lavender the Emperor had sent to her several weeks ago had taken nicely to the soil. The stalks of silver-green leaves swayed back and forth, spreading the fragrance through the air. 

“What’s most scandalous, I think, is that it’s difficult to tell whether he’s courting you or not, I think,” Mebuki observed. She gestured around the garden. “Flowers, birds, teas from his lands. Normally he would be sending dresses and jewels if he were trying to woo you.”

“Oh nonsense, Mama. He’s just showing his appreciation for our trading partnership,” drawled Sakura. And they dissolved into laughter. 

The cooler weather passed and it was time for a new social season. 

Sakura took a deep breath. She rolled her shoulders to loosen up before she nodded at the steward. He opened up the doors. A servant girl entered bearing a large silver tray. Envelopes of every shape and size covered the surface. Some of the messages were doused in perfume, which Mebuki promptly plucked out and tossed in the discard pile. (”That’s tacky, my dear. Anyone of good standing uses their name, not their nose to get attention.”)

“Hm. Garden party. Garden party. Oh. Flower viewing. So different from a garden party,” Sakura read as she shuffled through the invitations.

“Which ones will you go to, Mama?” asked Sakura. 

Mebuki glanced through the names. “The sister of Earl Sabaku is throwing a stargazing party. She always has the most interesting ideas.” 

And then Mebuki picked up a few more envelopes. “Countess Inuzuka has continued to annoy me. But I might show my face at Marquise Nara’s tea party.”

“And Marquise Yamanaka?” Sakura prompted. 

Mebuki laughed. “That goes without saying.” But then Mebuki looked at her daughter’s face and her smile fell. “Oh. You’re... not planning on attending.... any of these,” she realized.

Sakura grinned. Pressing her hands together, she fluttered her eyelashes. 

“Actually, Mama, neither of us are attending. We have somewhere to be,” Sakura corrected her. 

Mebuki sighed. 

“....Let me go get your father.”

“Duchess Haruno, it’s so good to see you,” the Queen greeted Mebuki a couple weeks later. Mebuki curtsied deeply. 

“Thank you so much for meeting with me, Your Grace,” Mebuki replied. 

“Of course. We are always glad to see such a dear and trusted friend,” Mikoto answered her. And they were all titters and smiles. Which did nothing to mask the frigid atmosphere in the room as they sat together.

“Now, whatever is this urgent matter that concerns you, my dear duchess?”

“The Haruno family won’t be attending the spring banquet?” Fugaku barked. His voice echoed across the dining room. Mikoto wrung her hands, her food untouched. Sasuke stared at his plate, like he wasn’t a part of the conversation. A servant walked in with a water jug, eyed the expressions of the royal family, and silently backtracked out of the room.

“...Or the summer ball,” added Mikoto. 

Fugaku’s fork and knife clattered onto the plate. He threw his napkin on the table.

“This is unacceptable,” Fugaku said.

Sasuke stole a glance at his father and found himself on the receiving end of a glare.

“This is your doing, Sasuke.”

“How is the Haruno family’s insolence my responsibility?” Sasuke retorted. 

“Oh, Sasuke, don’t,” Mikoto sighed. But there was no point. 

“Not only did you dissolve an engagement, you publicly humiliated the daughter of the biggest threat to our kingdom. To make things worse, you abjure the girl you chose to replace her with after less than a year. What sort of message does that send to our people?” Fugaku spat. Sasuke bit his tongue as he looked away.

“For years, Sasuke, Duke Haruno has been called the second king of this nation. Should he choose to rebel, it would plunge this nation into a bitter conflict. One that I’m uncertain we would emerge victorious from,” the king then said in a softer voice. 

Slowly, Sasuke turned his face back toward his parents. Fugaku was still scowling. 

“I’ve been hearing unsettling strange rumors about the south right now. Fix this before it’s too late, Sasuke. Lady Sakura has always been enamored of you. Use that to your advantage,” the King demanded.

However, when Sasuke arrived at the Haruno mansion in the Capital the following day, it was empty. 

“The Duke has moved here for the season, Your Highness, but there has been no word from the Duchess,” the steward informed him. And then he added, “It’s very likely that they are still at the manor, You-”

Sasuke stalked off before the steward could finish speaking. He had his fastest messengers sent south to the Haruno lands. They returned several days later empty-handed. Neither women was there, and none of the servants could say where they had gone.

Interrogating Sakura’s usual friends was just as pointless. Lady Ino claimed that she was just as confused as to where her friend was, and then punctuated her words with some scowls and maybe even an eye roll. Lady Temari was less obvious about her disdain, but answered just as coldly. 

“How am I supposed to fix this if I can’t even find her?” Sasuke grumbled. 

“Well, you probably shouldn’t have messed things up from the start then,” Naruto said, patting him on the back. Which was the sort of privilege he had by being one of Sasuke’s only friends since childhood. And oblivious to Sasuke’s expression, Naruto went on. “I tried to warn you. My cousin’s crazy. And Lady Sakura would never do all those things Karin said. If I were you, I’d be really mad at myself for falling for any of that.”

“Naruto.”

“Hm?”

“Stop talking.”

“Alright, Your Highness.”

A few days later, a message arrived at the royal palace. It might not have caught anyone’s attention except for the deep purple wax that sealed the flap in place. 

As soon as Fugaku turned it over, his mouth tightened into a thin line. 

“What is it?” Mikoto asked. 

“Trouble,” was all Fugaku could say.

[sun-summoning]

SasuSaku 5 or 23? Or both if you so please ;)

5 one night stand and falling pregnant au + canon!verse 

i.

sakura misses sasuke now more than ever. she’s used to waiting for him, for longing, but she thinks that he was cruel to have shared that one night with her when he returned to the village so briefly. 

he’s gone now, so sakura teaches herself how to be alone all over again.

ii.

everyone worries about her. everyone always worries about her. you’re working too hard, you’re working too often, maybe consider taking a break. but she’s fine. there are people to heal, children to save, innovations to make, people to train, antidotes to concoct–

she remembers sasuke leaving again and then planning. writing funding proposals, creating new techniques, reworking the medical ninja training process, healing everyone, healing everyone, but never really healing herself. sakura is hard-working by nature but eventually it occurs to her that maybe she’s been working a little too hard because somehow she’s twenty and she doesn’t really know where the time went.

she’s also sick. sakura doesn’t get sick. she thinks it’s just the nature of a healer, but she hasn’t gotten sick in years and so the constant nausea confuses her. 

sakura doesn’t consider pregnancy until she throws up one more time and in the middle of shizune holding her hair back and wiping the sweat from her forehead, the other woman asks if that might be the case.

“what?” sakura replies, utterly dumbfounded.

shizune seems to take sakura’s confusion as a sign that pregnancy isn’t an option here, and while she muses on how this flu of hers has gone on a little too long, sakura begins to understand.

iii.

sakura goes on a leave. she pulls her name from the mission roster and quits her role at the hospital. she tells her parents she’s going to take an apprenticeship with a poisons master in wind country and tells naruto and ino she just needs a change of scenery. kakashi takes her bullshit with a grain of salt but lets her go and when she stops to see tsunade and shizune, they quiz her on prenatal care knowledge she’s had since she was thirteen.

sakura is pregnant with sasuke’s child and she doesn’t really know what to do about it, but she does know that konoha is not the place for her right now. not when she doesn’t know what to do.

her parents will pry and people will gossip and naruto will tell sasuke in an instant.

she’s very fortunate that people all over the world feel indebted to her. as such, it’s not that hard for sakura to find places to stay along her road to understanding. it’s a week here and a few days there and eventually she sees a wealthy older couple whose granddaughter sakura healed many years ago and after reminiscing and a brief discussion of her “condition,” they offer sakura a small cabin of theirs in the south, which sakura agrees too a little too eagerly. 

in her mind she has a few options:

option one, she tells sasuke immediately. maybe he marries her. maybe they raise this child together.

option two, she does this alone. she goes back with her tail between her legs and admits to her parents that this happened and then she carries this baby to term and has it and continues on as always sans the major lifestyle changes that usually come along with motherhood. naruto would tell sasuke, kakashi would tell sasuke, but sakura knows how sasuke thinks. he would take the fact that she didn’t tell him herself as a message in itself: we don’t want you in our lives. and if sakura knows the man he’s become, he would respect that.

option three, she disappears. she does this alone but she as sakura haruno dies in this cabin and it becomes a new woman and a new baby forever. this option is so melodramatic though, she thinks. in times of peace, this feels like a silly thought. 

she knows what she needs to do, but she can’t bring herself to contact sasuke. she’s being selfish, she thinks, keeping this from him, but how can she not be?

sakura curls into her new bed and rubs her belly. 

nobody wants to be rejected.

iv.

one day she’s washing her clothes in the stream nearby when across the water, she feels someone approaching. she has no weapon on her, but she’s a weapon herself and she isn’t afraid. sakura shifts so she might stand and when she looks up, she sees sasuke.

her hands clench around the garments in her grip. “sasuke-kun,” she whispers. 

sasuke crosses the stream, carefully manoeuvring over the slippery rocks. “sakura,” he greets when he stands before her.

“what are you doing here?” 

“kakashi asked me to check on you.”

sakura raises an eyebrow. “since when do you listen to the hokage’s orders?” 

but sasuke winces when he remembers that as well because once upon a time, he ignored the hokage’s orders and so sakura got kidnapped.

“you know when,” he mutters. 

sasuke reaches for the items in her arms, probably intending to hold them for her in some silly act of chivalry, but sakura pulls them closer. they dampen her clothes but his presence makes her painfully aware of her growing body.

“let me help you,” he insists.

“i’m fine,” she replies. she smiles at him, hoping that it will cease his pushing, and eventually it does. sakura begins walking back to the cabin and sasuke follows. “but really – what are you doing here?”

“kakashi asked me to check on you,” he repeats.

“why?”

sasuke shrugs. “he was worried. said you left in a hurry and it was suspicious.” he cocks his head and stares down at her. “is there something you’re hiding, sakura?”

sakura laughs and ignores the question.

they reach the cabin and sakura goes inside. sasuke lingers by the door though, looking wary and unsure. 

“stay with me,” sakura requests.

“for a bit,” he decides.

v.

he stays with her for a little over a week and it feels so perfect and domestic that sakura hates it. 

she’s fairly good at keeping her secret. she wears baggier clothes, hides behind furniture, turns her body in particular ways. it isn’t until one night when sasuke finally kisses her, his trembling fingers sliding over her hips, that he feels like something is different.

he takes a step back to look at her and sakura makes no effort to hide any longer.

“you’re…”

“i’m pregnant.”

vi.

he won’t leave her side. can’t, won’t, never ever will. if sasuke is upset about her omission, he certainly doesn’t show it. he touches her and rubs her belly and sometimes she thinks he’s smiling down at her, at them. 

sasuke is on a mission though and this quiet bliss in the woods cannot last. 

“come with me,” he asks.

and sakura would follow him anywhere, so she does. 

they marry in a quiet ceremony and sasuke drags her to one uchiha stronghold in particular soon after. when they spend the night there, sasuke pulls out a ring and slips it on her finger.

vii.

sasuke looks so startled the first time he feels the baby kick. his eyes are wide with his wonder and his lips are slightly parted. he leans in a little bit closer, presses his hand against her a bit firmer, as if begging their baby to show him how strong she is one more time. 

viii.

she assumes sasuke must have told kakashi in his latest report because soon a fragment of katsuyu appears to sakura with an angry letter from her mother. sakura grimaces because she’d left a scroll and a vial of blood and told her mother that this was only ever to be used for emergencies. 

she asks him why and he asks her the same question.

“what do you mean?”

“why did you leave konoha?” sasuke questions. “no. that’s not what i care about. why didn’t you come to me? why didn’t you tell me right away?”

“sasuke-kun–”

“you were five-months pregnant when i found out myself. you didn’t even really tell me.”

“i don’t know!” sakura shouts. she rubs her baby bump because it’s silly but she thinks it gives her strength. “i was–i was scared! you just…” she bites her lip. “you left, sasuke-kun. i felt silly because i thought maybe you wanted to be with me and then–then…then you just left again. and it hurt. and i was scared so i ran away so i wouldn’t have to tell anyone what happened.” sakura takes a deep breath and has to sit down because her feet are hurting and the stress isn’t helping all the other aches in her body. “i was worried you would think that it was a mistake. that…you wouldn’t want us.”

sasuke sits beside her. his hand falls into her lap and he twines his fingers through hers. 

“i was afraid,” he whispers. “that night–that morning. when i woke up and i saw you…” he laughs but he sounds terribly sad. “i realized how important you are to me and,” he shrugs, “it frightened me.”

“it’s okay to be scared.”

sasuke squeezes her hand and although it hurts, sakura does nothing to pull away. “i can’t lose you,” he admits. “not you.”

he’s shaking, so sakura uses her free hand to turn his head to face her. she looks at him warmly, lovingly, and she leans in to kiss him.

“i love you, sasuke-kun,” she murmurs against his lips. 

he returns the sentiment and she smiles.

ix.

sakura intended to give birth in konoha, but nothing ever seems to work the way she wants it because they’re midway through their journey when her water breaks.

sakura begins to curse and begins to panic a little bit, because she knows where they are and they’re in the middle of nowhere. she runs through the options in her head and honestly, squatting in a field will probably be what she has to do because again, they’re in the middle of fucking nowhere.

she still has time, but in that moment she feels like it’s only enough time to pick the right spot for squatting.

sasuke shakes his head though and takes her hand.

“you’re not squatting in a field, you idiot.”

“fuck you!”

“come on,” he says, helping her along. “i know a medic in this area.”

he’s patient and he’s gentle and he looks like he’s contemplating summoning his susanoo to help support her in this moment. sakura doesn’t ask questions, too busy thinking about what’s to come. 

sasuke guides her forward and sakura knows she’ll follow him anywhere.

[minds-interlinked]

"That test is bogus, you are 17,000 Sakura!"

[[//Unprompted Asks~]] - [[ @historias-multorum ]]

Her cheeks flushed a bit before she went on to plant a kiss on his cheek in gratitude. There were reasons why she loved him so much, and this just so happened to be one of them.

"I can always count on you to make me feel better~ Doesn't matter what a test says, so long as I still have you."

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Sakura had just finished up with her tasks for the day, and had been mostly just taking a walk around the village. She was on her way to the dango stand until she'd heard a nearby cry for help. The Haruno's eyes landed on a woman she'd never once seen before, but figured it wouldn't hurt to come by and check out what that was all about. After all, plenty of Ninja from other villages visited for one reason or another, so this wasn't exactly an odd occurrence.

"Hey, are you okay?" Sakura asked softly.

@minds-interlinked liked for a starter!

Naruto AU!

"Awaaaaaaah! This is hopeless!" Mitsuri cried.

Despite being a Tokubetsu Jonin from Hoshigakure, Mitsuri was not great when it came to traveling. In fact, it was a miracle that she even made it to Konohagakure on her own! Now that she actually was in her destination, she was so confused.

"How am I going to get to the hokage's before sundown?! Hnnnn I need heeelp!" She wailed.

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How Attractive are you from 1-100?

"Did you just flip Ino's score for me? This thing's gotta be broken!"

Or was it her forehead that got her such a low score? She knows it's big, but this is just rude.

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@paririeofmxses asked:🚿 For my ino to join your sakura Send 🚿 to join my muse in the shower

Sakura had just finished another grueling shift at the hospital, and all she wanted to do now was to enjoy some downtime, starting with a hot shower. What she didn't expect was for Ino to join her so quickly, not even five minutes into her shower. She figured the blonde would've been working and busy as ever, however, not this time, it seemed.

"I-Ino-chan?" She stammered, cheeks flushed little pink at the proximity.

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@maddmuses asked: ♨️ (Yamaneko to your Sakura) Send ♨️ for your muse to walk into the mixed bathhouse and see my muse taking a bath there

Sakura hadn't been in the mixed bathhouse long. Her latest hospital shift had ended about fifteen minutes ago, and she wanted some time to unwind, to relax. To get clean after her grueling surgeries, and what seemed like an endless amount of paperwork at the time. From what she'd gathered, around this hour was when the baths were seemingly empty, so she didn't take into account that maybe someone else had the same idea. At least not until she noticed the Uchiha women make her way inside.

"O-Oh... You're here too?" Because really... What else could she say? It was a surprised admission, as Sakura, herself hadn't expected something like this.

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I dare Sakura to kiss Sasuke

Dare my muse to kiss someone

"No thanks. Maybe if I were younger, and still interested in him, I would've... but now? We're friends, and our friendship doesn't allow for that. There's also a thing called boundaries..."

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I dare Sakura to kiss Hinata

Dare my muse to kiss someone - [[ @historias-multorum ]]

"Sounds easy enough, anon."

It didn't take Sakura long to find Hinata around the Village, and when she did, she leaned in and kissed the Hyuuga's cheek gently. It could be seen as a greeting type thing, so it wouldn't be that weird of an occurrence.

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"Sakura, the weather has been really nice lately, we should spend some time together."

[[//Unprompted Asks~]] - @historias-multorum

"That sounds like a great idea! How about we prepare a little picnic basket? Ino's shown me a really great hangout spot where we can sit and enjoy the view of a bountiful garden." Sakura suggested, excited at the idea of spending time with her friend again.

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Sakura sighed, not quite understanding where the other woman was coming from. "Alright, what's gotten you in that mood? Are you trying to start something?"

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" I'm a scientist and doctor, which means I know the best way to break every bone in your body while naming them. "

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@cc-naruto-s-rank-shinobi asked: 💋 Naruto, from Sakura The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss // [[ Kiss: 3/5 ]]

Sakura was just about tired of Naruto spending all that time at the Hokage's office. Sure, she understands that the job keeps him extremely busy, but today she's on the hunt to get some kisses. And he's going to take a mandatory break to satisfy that craving of hers.

"Alright, Mr. Hokage, forget about all that paperwork. You've got other duties to fulfill right now," Sakura announced just as quickly as she'd made her entrance, leaving him no room to argue before she caught his lips with hers in a deep kiss.

She made sure to lock the door to his office for good measure, for she was going to need him for a very good while.

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@senjumimi asked: 😘 for Sakura *Mimi is clearly blushing when she kissed Sakura right under the right corner of her lips* It’s international kissing day! Send 😘 to kiss my muse.

Sakura blushed at the suddenness of the kiss. She hadn't quite expected that from Mimi, but she still felt it was a sweet gesture.

So after she recovered from the little shock, she returned the gesture, kissing Mimi on the cheek for good measure.

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@lemusegallery asked: Smash or Pass + Tenten (for both Ino and Sakura) Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

"An easy smash from me, of course! Tenten's lovely~"

"I could smash, if she's interested."