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rayshippouuchiha · 3 years ago

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Here, have some longer Naruto series fic rec’s

Author Meeceisme on Ao3 and the series is called “The many lives of Hatake Raiden”

The whole thing starts with the insert of Raiden, dead soldier (at different times, with different premises, different genders even) - many story’s and AU’s and every last one great

Making Lemonade

Author Summary:

Waking up after dying to a whole new life in a brand new body is a little outside his frame of reference. But he’ll do his best to make the best of this weird as hell situation. Worse comes to worse he’ll grab all his favourite people and run the hell away from this mad place.

Featuring: Konoha’s atrocious orphanage system, cynical child soldiers and Kakashi’s guilt complex.

It’s on the darker side, a bit of a mindfuck and no-one comes out of it without a big flashlight on their flaws. Raiden is a bit older then the Naruto-gang and pretty much alone

From Sour Lemons

Author Summary:

He didn’t ask to be here, he sure as shit didn’t ask for these weirdo ninja to be all over his case. If this lanky jerk with the terrible hair insists on being a dad at him, he’s well within his rights to give the guy as much grief as possible. And the Uchiha. But that’s just because they act like cracking a smile will crack their faces off or something.

Raiden is a terrible gremlin of the same age as Naruto (both around 5 at the start) running wild in Konoha, bit of a savy street-kid, excellent OC’s and on the fun side even if there is a bit of angst.

You Don’t Like Lemons?

Author Summary:

Kusagakure has already killed their mothers. He’s not letting this rotten place take his adopted sister too. He’ll find somewhere safe for her. Somewhere Karin can smile and the bite marks on her arms fade away like bad memories.

The Chuunin exams is a great way to enact their escape.

Or would be if Konoha would quit trying to poach them.

Raised in Kusa with Karin, they ennact their plan to not have any village have a say in their lives, when they reach Konoha’s Chunnin exam. Raiden is 6 (and so into dogs that the Inuzuka think he might be a stolen child of their clan). Angsty start, a lot of fun later on. Kid is as always absolutly into seals

Too Bad. We Drinking Lemonade Today

Author Summary:

So I’m just minding my own business, living my best second life and then these schmucks rudely barge in like they own the place. Ninja? I think not. It’s the pirates life for me. What the hell is this chakra nonsense? It is clearly magic, you plebeians. Get the hell outta my life.

This loser ninja is my dad? So? The hell am I even gonna do with a dad?

Pure Crack, Troll Raiden (younger than Naruto by a lot) - a simple fun pleaure to read

Okay. That’s Enough Lemonade Now

Author Summary:

The plan was nebulous at best from the start but…this? This was not part of the plan.

But when a kunoichi gets knocked down, she picks herself up, dusts herself off and hits back twice as hard and ten times as mean.

If she sometimes looks into her child’s beautiful little face and bawls her eyes out, well.

Raiden’s not going to tell anyone. Babies are good like that.

Fun, Drama, Plotting. Competent Nara mama, what-are-emotions-and-how-does-one-handle-them-Kakashi dad. Looks at different spectrums of sexuality, neurodivergence, the power of hugs and talking, how awesome scary Kunoichi mums can be, death to danzo and a domestic Kakashi

I’m weirdly proud of this submit’s formating and all the links i put in ^^ hope others also have hours of reading pleasure, like I did. The fanarts the author did are quality as well

#RayRambles #Naruto #Fic Rec #Oh yeah this is marvelous format work here #absolutely lovely

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Gifted Hands

Part 1

Request: That surgeon Jensen story was so amazing. Bless the anon who requested that & bless you for writing it😂 reading that I had idea, if you could write another Jensen story, maybe it could be the reader having a major surgery and she is scared so Jensen being her surgeon prepping her from like a month? He stays with her while anaesthesia and then takes care of her? Oh oh, you can maybe add some funny, embarrassing moments, like catheter? That sounded weird but it would make an interesting story😂

Warnings: None really in this one. Medical terms, Jensen being adorable, Jensen in scrubs, (Yes that’s a warning damn it!) I think a little language?

Pairing: Surgeon!Jensen x Reader, OFC Mckayla x Reader

Word Count: 1986

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Sitting in the cold sterile room of the smell of lysol, bleach, and other strong cleansers assaulted your nose.

Pulling your jacket that you were wearing tighter around you, you looked around the room at the different medical posters and charts that littered the walls of the small cubical type room, trying to move your body as little as possible, because the crinkling sound of the paper underneath you made your skin crawl.

You hated hospitals, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the pain and discomfort in your hip had gotten just about unbearable you wouldn’t even be here right now.

You don’t really even remember when it started, but you do remember when it got to the point where you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

You were standing in your living room like you do every day, working on your latest painting before you had to get ready to go downtown for the art exhibit show tonight, when it started as a low ache way deep down in your hip, then worked its way down your leg. Then before you knew it every step was painful, and now here you are. Sitting alone on a cold hospital gurney/bed thing, waiting on the x ray results.

You don’t know how you could have possibly hurt yourself. Your job didn’t exactly require a whole lot of physical activities. You painted, you stood a lot, you walked around in heels, which was honestly the most dangerous part of the job.

You didn’t go to the gym all the time, you didn’t run a marathon, you didn’t do anything to cause this, so why were you here? Was the universe just against you or something?

It probably wouldn’t be so bad if you had someone here to help you, someone in town you could call on to stay here with you and keep you company.

Alas though you didn’t have a soul. You were a loner by nature, and you really had no family left after your mom passed away several years ago. So that means it’s just you. You are all you have to count on.

You were seriously about to go and ask the nurse sitting out at the desk in front of the room you were sitting at if they had lost your results, because it felt like it was taking forever when a you heard a knocking sound on the door before it opened.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N sorry to have kept you waiting, I’m Mckayla, the physicians assistant on call for tonight. You shook the woman’s hand and made a failed attempt to smile back at her, but you were just ready to get the hell away from here. So your anxiety made it kind of hard to put on a show as good as you wanted to.

“How are you feeling? Did the medication they have you when you took your x rays help with the pain level?” She asked you, looking over your charts.

You nodded your head when she looked up at you for your answer.

“Some, but honestly it’s still there in the background always. Just more bearable.” You told her and she nodded at you for a moment.

“Well from what I can tell from you x ray results, you have what is called Hip Dysplasia.” She said matter of factly the way medical people tended to do, like you where just supposed to know what the fuck they were talking about, like everyone had taken the same damn classes they had, and that’s why we sit in these God forsaken places and wait for them to come in and tell us shit that makes no sense what so ever, and expect us to know what the hell they’re talking about.

Before you could asked her to dumb that down for you, another man in scrubs entered your room. Holding a clipboard and what looked like a copy of your x ray.

This man was absolutely the most beautiful man that you had ever laid eyes on.

Perfect bowed legs that went all the way up and made a tight little ass of themselves. That seemed to show itself off insultingly perfectly in those dark blue scrubs he was wearing. A thin waist, that turned into a thick chest and shoulders. Going up to make a perfect God-like face on an absolutly lickable neck and jawline. What skin you could see was scattered with freckles. His eyes the most piercing green you’d ever seen. His perfect pink lips pressed tightly together. Brow furrowed in concentration as he looked over the paperwork in front of him. The man was sin on legs. You were certain he was probably illegal in some states to be that damn gorgeous.

“What my coworker here means to say is. Your hip socket doesn't fully cover the ball portion of the upper thigh bone.”

He flipped on the light on the x-ray projector and threw up your x-ray. Pointing at your hip joint with the back of his pin.

“It’s something people are born with, but don’t even know they have it until they’re adults. It makes it really easy for your hip to pop completely out of socket, and therefore causing you a great deal of pain. Your hips are currently out of place. That’s the result of the pain you feel.”

Blinking to clear your head from the green eyes that were holding you captive. You cleared your throat and asked him what most people would be more worried about than how fucking hot your the man is.

“Well how do we fix it?” You asked him, and he smiles at you softly. Making your heart flutter in your chest.

“Well the only cure for it is surgery to correct the condition. I could pop your hip back in place, and send you home, but you’d be right back here in a month or less with the same problem.”

Coming over the gurney you were sitting on he feels around on your hip bone gently, and you repress the shudder that wants to so desperately rip through your body at his touch.

“My name is Jensen by the way, I’m the head surgeon here, I’ll be the one performing the operation.” He said. Giving you another warm smile before removing his hands from you, taking notes on his little clipboard.

“Wait, wait, I can’t have surgery! I have NO ONE to help me at home, I live alone. How bad is this surgery? Is it like a day surgery? Will I wake up and be fine to take care of myself?”

Jensen places a reassuring hand on your knee and your momentarily distracted form you minor panic attack at the thought of surgery.

“Mckayla why don’t you give me a minute here with Miss…”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, and I’ll fill her in on her options and recovery time, all that stuff.” Jensen said. Looking over his shoulder at Mckayla. She nods at him and leaves the room. Jensen waiting until she shuts the door before talking to you again.

“Listen I don’t want you to panic, but this is a pretty major surgery. The cut is pretty invasive, just about a two or three inch cut right above the groin, and a cut about the same size right above the buttox. It does take quite a bit of recovering though. It’s about a five to seven day stay in the hospital post op, and it takes about three to six weeks to get to where you are moving around pretty good again. You will have to do some physical therapy too. So you don’t have ANYONE that can help you?” Jensen said. His hand is still resting on your knee.

Shaking your head you didn’t speak at first, you didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you were feeling a little overwhelmed by the information he just gave you. How were you going to live alone, and recover from this? This was impossible.

“I don’t have anyone. I live alone, and I don’t have any family or friends I can really call.. I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

Jensen looked you over, his face calm. His features seemed almost… Sad…

“Well the preop takes about a month to get you ready for. I’m going to reset your hip the best I can today, but we’re going to have to have you come in and i’m going to have to take regular x rays, so that I can monitor how your hip is moving now, and determine from there what it’s going to take me to fix it.” Jensen took a deep breath, looking around the room for a moment like he was lost in thought before looking back at you.

“Do me a favor sweetheart, do the surgery, don’t worry about the recovery and all that, let me do the surgery, and we’ll figure out the rest as it comes. I don’t want to see you in pain, when I can fix it. Okay?”

“Jensen I don’t think you understand I have no one at all to help me, this is going to put me down for a long time… I don’t know what to do…”

Putting your head in your hands you took a deep breath, willing yourself not to start bawling like a big baby.

“Y/n.” Jensen’s deep voice was gentle when it spoke to you again. “Listen to me. If I have to I’ll take care of you until you get back on your feet. Okay? I’m not going to let you be left alone in this recovery.”

Looking up at him you were a little confused by what you heard.

“Jensen you can’t stop your whole life to take care of me for three to six weeks. I’m a complete stranger! We don’t even know each other!”

“Y/n, stop worrying. I know asking you to trust me is a lot, but I want to do this, please let me do this.”

You looked at him confused for a moment.

“How do I know I can trust you, why do you want to do this?”

Jensen smiled at you again softly. “Sweetheart you can trust me I promise. I’m not going to take you somewhere and murder you ro something… There’s just something about you… I don’t know… I can’t put my finger on it, but I want to help you, so please, will you let me help you?”

Taking a deep breath you nod your head finally. Deciding you had no choice but to trust this gorgeous stranger that was quickly becoming your very own little guardian angel apparently.

“Okay, Okay, Fine. I’ll do it, but on one condition.” You tell him and he takes his hands away from leg and leans on the gurney closer to you than was probably medically professional, but you didn’t mind at all. I mean this man was breathtaking..

“What’s that?” He asked. A smirk gracing those beautiful pink lips that you wanted more than anything to kiss right now.

“Can you knock me out before you pop my hip back in place, because I’ve heard that really hurts.” You tell him. Fear crossing your face before you could control it.

“Sweetheart, while we’ve been talking I’ve been slowly working your hip back into place. You didn’t even notice it, but I popped it back in place a few minutes ago..” He said. A proud smirk still on his face. His eyes searching yours.

You looked down at your hip, then back up at him. Jensen had a full on chester cat grin now. Laughing at you under his breath.

“But… How did you…”

Holding up his hands in front of you for you to see before falling back into a full body laugh that you could very easily fall in love with.

“I’m a surgeon. Gifted hands sweetheat.”

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Read Part 2 here!!

Gifted Hands Pt. 2

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allienjoyz · 8 years ago

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Sanji x Nami FF - Letting Go Ch.1

Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece just my FF

Summary: This is a FF “Version” of the WCI-Theme set in an AU. The story differs a lot from the original

Warning: English is not my first language ;)

Next Chap: https://allienjoyz.tumblr.com/post/160626673943/sanji-x-nami-ff-letting-go-ch-2

Chapter I

Life has never been easy for the young lady and it sure as hell wouldn’t get easier anytime soon. At least she thought so. But who could blame her? The city she lived in and called home has been going rack and ruin for years now. Poverty, crimes and corrupt politicians have destroyed what was once a happy and vivid town. Still the young lady –and her friends who she thought of as family- stayed and they wouldn’t leave. For reasons one stranger than the other they stayed.

“Hey Nami…” the young woman rose her head and turned it towards her long-nosed friend who just called for her and teared her from the thoughtless. “Could you please turn up the volume a bit, I want to know to hear what happened at the town hall – it seems to be a big thing.” Ussop pointed at the TV. Nami nodded and did as requested. She hadn’t spent attention to the TV program, as she had been peeling the oranges she had just gathered from the plantation behind the house and drifted away with her thoughts just like so often. But now that she actually looked at the TV program she knew why Usopp wanted her to turn up the volume. An alarming red banner saying “Breaking News: Murder at the town hall” was spread wide across the screen. “… there has been no investigations yet, but based on first suppositions of the police officer the mayor of the capital has been murdered. His body was found in his office. Three gunshot wound in the stomach, one into the head. The police claimed not to have a suspect by now. The committee has not been seen and aside from the body there are no hints found yet – the police request all citizens to forward any information that could be helpful to the investigations. The vice mayor has declared that for personal reasons he won’t be assuming office. It is rumored that a so far fameless consultant of the dead mayor is going to inherit the office: Vinsmoke Jajji…..”

“Ha…” Nami turned around and looked to her friend Robin who had just thrusted out the disdainful laughter and she knew what her friend thought. She herself had never seen Jajji Vinsmoke, but she knew about the Vinsmoke family and that Jajji Vinsmoke was the head of it. They were infamous for their brutality and the family was one important force that turned the city to what it was now. “I can’t believe that…” her black haired friend Luffy stood up from his chair, breathing angrily. “I know what you think Luffy, but I guess it can’t be helped” Ussop stared at his friend knowing that Luffy, would want to run out of the house any time soon just to do something incredibly dumb, like always. Nami sighed “Ussops’s right Luffy, it can’t be helped. I mean how worse can it get?” She turned her head back to the TV, where she could see a tall blond guy standing in front of the cameras with a banner below him saying “Vinsmoke Jajji”. The man was not smiling or anything his cold eyes staring into the cameras in way that send down a cold shiver down her spine. “I am so angry that I am hungry …. Hey Sanji how about a second meal?” Luffy asked Sanji while sitting down again at the kitchen table. Nami rolled her eyes and turned again around to face Luffy, ready to bawl him not to eat their whole food again, but she got distracted when she Sanji. Her blonde friend, who normally would tell Luffy to shut up or kick his ass right out of the kitchen was just sitting there. He had his gaze fixed to the kitchen table and his body was strained. Namis knit her brows – something was going on in her friend, this wasn’t like him at all. She never saw him like this, normally he was, even if the world was trembling, calm and keeping a cool mind. “Hey Sanji? A second meal?” Luffy asked again tapping his friends shoulder. Sanji startled and was turning his head a bit disorientated, till he saw Luffy swinging on his chair curiously waiting for an answer. “I’m sorry Luffy what did you say?” Sanji asked quietly and politely. Namis further knit her brows. “A second meal?” Luffy repeated. “Sure… I’ll make you something.” With that Sanji stood up and went to the kitchen. Luffy now was happily giggling and Ussop demanded also a second meal just like Chopper and Franky. The report on TV had come to an end and Nami turned down the volume again continuing to peel her oranges, drifting again away with her thought but unlike most of the times she didn’t start thinking about her mother Bellemere but about the weird behavior of Sanji.

After the second meal, everyone was minding their or business or preparing to go to bed. Sanji was doing the dishes as noticed somebody approaching. He didn’t have to look in the direction of that somebody to know who was coming, since it wasn’t just somebody to him (even though nobody living in this house was just somebody to him). But this somebody was someone special, probably the most precious and important someone in his entire life – past, present and future. He knew this scent just too well – he would identify this sweet tangerine scent, which was right now coming at him like a breeze of a perfect summer day, anytime and everywhere. But even though he knew who was coming he rose his head, as he would never voluntary miss a chance to catch sight of this, his, beautiful goodness that he loved more than anything or anyone in the whole word. Nami now stood just the length of an arm away from him smiling softly with her mouth – but not with her eyes. Sanji put the dishes he had been washing till this moment back in the sink to give this orange-haired beauty all of his attention. “Nami-san, is there something I can do for you? Get you a dessert or a tea perhaps?” normally he would, swear his eternal love to her and compliment her beauty but he could tell from her eyes something was up – and besides he currently wasn’t in his best mood. “No Sanji-kun thank you.” She lowered the volume of her voice a bit “Actually I came for you. Is everything alright? You seem to be stressed by something.” Just for a small second Sanji dropped his smile. Just like her beauty her intelligence and senses were just perfect, of course she noticed his behavior. He didn’t want to lie to her but he didn’t want to tell her either – actually he didn’t want to tell anybody, he didn’t even want to think about it, all he wanted was to forget. So he decided to play it off. “Ahhhhhh Nami-swann are you worried about me? Is it because you actually do love me?” he swirled around her hoping behaving like he normally did would convince her that everything was ok. She rolled her eyes and picked him down by his hear so he was eye to eye with her. Her glance was serious and strict, but non the less having his face so close to hers blew the blonds mind. He couldn’t stop himself form staring at her. Just like the day he met her.

It was back in the time where he still went to Highschool. He was working his shift in the Baratie, the restaurant of this stepfather, flirting around with pretty girls just like he always did and still does. He was asking a girl for her number when he heard some loud noises from a table round the corner. He wanted to tell those noisy jerks to shut up and that this was not some kind of pub to get drunk in, be loud and annoy people with some infantile behavior and then return to that beautiful Lady. But when he had reached the corner and gained sight of the table where the noises were coming from – he stopped, just as his heart. A beautiful young Lady with short orange hair was sitting at the table with three firend laughing uncontrollably about the fight two of them were having. Her small and filigree hands slapping on the table and her well-shaped breast was moving up and down, as she was panting heavily trying to get some air between her laughter. She was an extraordinary beauty in his eyes. But that was not what stopped his heart from beating, it was something different. Till then he had fallen only for the beauty of women – but in that moment he had fallen for this young woman, not her beauty but her. The way she was honestly laughing, absolutly not caring about the annoyed stares from other people that laid on her – blew his mind and let him forget about the other. In that moment he had fallen in love with Nami. She approached to their table and one thing coming to another he befriended himself with Nami as well as with Ussop, Zoro and Luffy, who were with her at that day. Spend time with her, moved in with her and her friends and got to know her better and better. Over all this time she just got more and more beautiful in his eyes and his love for her just kept growing.

“Sanji-kun” for the second time today Sanji got drifted away with his thoughts. He noticed that he still was staring at Nami and he swear he noticed a faint blush on Namis cheeks. She let go of his ear. “Aw... I’m sorry Nami-san. Everything is alright. I am sorry for bothering you.” He smiled at her as good as he could. Nami sighed “Ok then. I will help you with the dishes… It’s already quite late and you have to get up early tomorrow right?” “Yes, but Nami-san please I don’t want to bother you any further. I ca…” he got interrupted by Nami “Sanji-kun I am gonna help you – so quit it.” She pushed herself behind Sanji to the sink and started with washing the dishes. Normally Sanji would be more than happy to spent time with his beloved, but right now he didn’t because he knew that she knew, that his smile was fake.

#sanjixnami #sanji vinsmoke #nami #sannami #fanfic #otp #one piece #romance #SANA #shipping

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