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[faintblueivy]

Rereading my old stuff and can't believe how pretty your works were @bentejam! Once again, after years, thank you for the collab! We created something beautiful together!

P. S.

I do hope you remember this and me! ❤

Starting Again - BoruSara fanfiction

To you all lovelies, here I am with a new story!

First of all! This is my second Collab with lovely @benteja so please, do take a look at her GORGEOUS art!

And secondly, precious @mirachaann betaread this story for me! Lots of love and thank you to both of you!!!

Word count: 4.3k

Anon, I can’t. 😂😂😂 That’s TOO MUCH! Even for me, I swear! Although in this story j have used two from that prompt list!

Enough of my rambles! Please enjoy the story!

Starting Again

Walking across the hallway, Sarada’s gaze jumped from room to room, eyes searching for the board of class ‘2 - A’. There were a few people moving around the large white corridors, but Sarada was not comfortable to ask them the required address. Rather, she was hyper-aware of the curious glances thrown in her direction, not sure how to deal with them, but internally groaning at the idea of socializing. She smoothed out her marron skirt in a pathetic attempt to look more presentable. Don’t get her wrong, she was not an antisocial person by nature…but mingling with new people all of a sudden was not… exactly simple for her.

It has already been three days since she moved in to the new city of Konoha, and her life has completely been thrown off the loop currently. Arranging proper accommodations and living by herself was hard. Her parents were rich enough to buy her a studio apartment near her school and she was grateful to their endeavours to ensure appropriate resources for her. They have always been weirdly doting in their own ways.

After her first year in a local but renowned high school, in Takamatsu, she had taken up the test of one of the most prestigious education institution in the country - Konoha High, and passed with flying colours for her sophomore year with a full scholarship.

Sarada had been ecstatic at her admission in her dream school, but now, the intimidating ambience of the School was making her have second thoughts about coming.

Shannaro! You idiot! It’s for the sake of your career!

She scolded herself mentally for being such a coward. She needed to have some self confidence. It was important to succeed.

“Oyyy! Watch out!”

She heard the shout and the sound of heavy and fast footsteps approaching before her eyes registered the person moving toward her. Too fast.

Her body was slammed against a larger and heavier one, and of course, it was enough to throw her off balance. She yelped and braced herself for the harsh impact of collision with the hard floor seeping into her bones but, thankfully, it never came. Instead, her eyes flew open when a firm grip clasped around her forearm, yanking her back to her feet. She whipped up her head and all she saw were a pair of oceanic blue eyes.

Gorgeous.

Her breath hitched. Those eyes…there was some inexplicable cognizance she felt at the moment. A misty echo.

Have I seen those eyes…somewhere… before?  

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[borusawa]

"It feels just like yesterday" a quick borusara oneshot where both are in their late twenties and haven't met in years?

I know this has been sitting here for at least two years but this plot shares a lot of similarities with my story Dirty Laudry. The story is actually a very quick and easy read, even it's not a oneshot it has less than 2k words and probably won't surpass that much.

[borusarafics]

BoruSara Week 2019

I'm glad to announce that we'll be hosting a BoruSara Week for year 2019! This week will be dedicated to celebrate the bond between Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha from Boruto/Naruto series!

The event will be conducted from:

August 25 to August 31

The submissions for the week can be anything you want! Fanfictions, Fanarts, AMVs, Gifs, Edits! Everything is open!

Prompts

The prompts for the week are as follows:

DAY 1

Years

Aging together, from kids to teens to adults.

Treasures

What kind of treasure? Like their time just to be with you. Something precious that they have received from each other and kept it with themselves for years?

DAY 2

Travelling

They travel, both or separately, local or abroad.

Diary

Their monologues and feelings for each other that only a diary may ever know. Like their fav parts about each other, or the changes their witnessing that they're too afraid to point out.

DAY 3

Crossover AU

Want to see them in Harry Potter Universe? Pokemon...Hunger Games…

Flowers

Flower Crowns, flower you think best represent Boruto and Sarada- or their relationship

DAY 4

Sunset or Rain

Something very meaningful happening during Sunset? or Something sad while raining? Rain can wash away your sorrows after all.

Music

Inspiration from a song or the meaning behind it. Or just have them dance around it.

DAY 5

Little Moments

Sharing clothes/food/bed or normal everyday things that makes you appreciate their company- or canon moments you see in the anime or manga

Social Media

What they do in social media? Tweet them something sweet? Pick-up line?

DAY 6

Misadventures

A problematic situation happening between the two. Stuck in an elevator/cave? Body Switching? Have to fake date/marry? Go wild but Keep it PG-13. PLEASE THEY'RE BABIES

Yin Yang

Opposites. Light and Dark. Yin can’t exist without Yang and vice versa.

DAY 7

Partners

Soulmates, Partner in Crimes or things they have in common. They fight together, support each other, understand each other, love each other- okay, keep it PG13 guys

Red and Blue

Their…eyes or however you see those two colours fit them!

The prompts are supposed to spark fun and creativity among participants. And if you're not comfortable using them or if you already have some ideas in your mind, then you're more than welcome to use it!

Rules

Now, the following rules must be followed for every submission that will be made for the week:

• No character bashing. Your submissions will be rejected.

• No ship bashing. Any content containing bashing in regards to any pairing will not be accepted.

• No reposts, stealing and copying other's fan works.

• If you're inspired by someone's work then please do not forget to give them credits.

• NSFW content is NOT accepted! Please keep it Rated T/PG-13!

• Please tag your works as 'borusaraweek19' and 'bsaweek19'.

• You may even add @borusarafics so I don't miss to reblog your post!

The week will be conducted both on Tumblr and Twitter!

The Twitter handle for the week is @borusara_week19.

Please reblog this post so more and more people may know about the event!

Let's sincerely celebrate this event with positivity and fun! And if you have any questions then please send me an ask here or on my personal blog @faintblueivy!

My sincere thanks to @benteja for creating these lovely posters and @mirachaann for her support! In the end I just wish to say that

Let's have fun together!

[ourlittlesecrethoney]

You Found Me. —BoruSara.

I.- Fateful encounters.

They say winter days are the best to lay down onto a bed, cuddle with your pillow—or if you are lucky enough, with your special someone—drink hot chocolate and watch a movie.

However, there are people like Sarada, who refused to stay in bed when there's snow falling outside; the perfect timing to build snowmans and play until it's dark.

Of course, she always wore tons of coats, her mother would never let her step a single foot out of the house if she wasn't dressed with at least five scarfs and three jackets along with her black cape. With a goodbye kiss, she left her house walking to the closest park, where all the twelve year old kids like her went to play, those who belonged to the Dark side of the town. Or at least that's what she told to her mom.

The truth is that she hated to live on the Dark side. Only people with dark magic were allowed to live there, they gathered together and built a community, schools, markets, to protect each other and become stronger.

However, there was also the Light side, on the exact opposite side from the town, where people with white magic lived. Two sides of the same coin, opposite powers; one caused destruction and damage, the other creation and heal. They were not exactly enemies, but they preferred to keep themselves on their own side of the town in order to avoid conflict.

The little twelve year old kid was so tired of this conflict, she didn't understand why her mother always told her to not go to the other side; she had seen kids with their white capes and they seemed like nice people, she didn't buy what her people said about the white magicians.

She could have gone to the park her mother believed she was going, but actually, she had other plans in mind. Despite all the warnings, she befriended another girl with a white cape, named Chocho. They had their secret meeting spot in a hidden park on the light side, close to the frontier between White and Dark. It was supposed to be abandoned because it was so close to the dark side and people were scared of them.

After walking a few blocks she could see already her friend sitting on a bench. The moment she saw her, Chocho run to her and gave her a hug.

"Good morning, Chocho!"

"Sarada! I thought you abandoned me!"

The girl with the dark cape hugged her back, but then she stepped back giving her friend a weird look.

"Sarada, is everything okay?"

Sarada's eyes were on her friend's head. She was wearing two bows, really pretty, but they were blue. She didn't know what blue was, but at least she could tell the monochromatic environment she was used to see since she was born was broken. It might be broken forever.

"I see... different! There's something new!" Sarada was pointing out Chocho's head, but then she looked to her surroundings and suddenly the water was also different, the sky looked different, her scarf was no longer black but took a brighter shade, the so named blue color.

Chocho remained silent next to her friend; she thought that maybe Sarada lost her mind, or maybe she drank a potion or something, but then she remembered something her mother taught her when she was younger.

"Could it be... Sarada, I think I know what's going on, it's your soulmate!"

"Soulmate..."

Sarada sat on the bench thinking of that word… Soulmate. She might have read about it, but couldn’t remember exactly what. The memory clicked on her mind and then everything made sense.

Flashback.

"Soulmates are something very difficult to find in this society nowadays. Only the luckiest of people have the fortune to find their special someone, that person who would always love them and compliment them as their other half."

How curious, a 7 year old Sarada was reading one of her mother's books in the forbidden library.

"What an interesting concept," she thought as she swiped to read next page.

"People are born without the ability of recognizing colors. Everything is just black and white, but when the time comes, the first color they are able to see is the color of their soulmates' eyes.

"Clans owners of dark magic take this soulmate concept very seriously, and awake special powers the moment they first look at their soulmate's eyes."

"Sarada, what are you doing?"

She immediately closed the book, she wasn't supposed to be at her mother's library; it contained secrets of magic and she was too young to learn about them.

"N-Nothing, just curious about soulmates.” She looked at her mother. “I heard Papa say that word to you and I was curious"

Sakura came close to her and picked the book she was reading. ‘Love and magic’ printed on the cover.

"My darling, you know you have to ask for permission if you want to come here. You are still very young, and soulmates is a topic we can discuss when you get a bit older, okay?"

"Are you and Papa soulmates?" That's the only thing Sarada wanted to know, giving her mother puppy eyes.

"Yes, we are, and you may find yours someday, now come here, sweetheart." Sakura kneeled in front of her, poked her head and then hugged her curious little bean.

End of the flashback.

"Oh no... " when she looked at Chocho, her friend gasped, she already knew what was happening in that moment.

“This means someone is near.” Sarada said in a worried tone, and by someone, she meant her soulmate. She was on the white side, and this wasn't good news, for that meant her soulmate was either a white magician or a dark magician following her where she shouldn't be.

Both girls stood up, ready to say goodbye; they couldn’t risk getting caught because they could be severely punished by the magician society, and their parents for breaking the rules. That was the original plan until they heard a boy screaming from the other side of the small park.

"SHIKADAI, YOUR GLOVES LOOK WEIRD!"

"Calm down, Boruto, there's nothing wrong with my gloves." The other boy sighed. It was like the third time he assured his friend but he kept insisting there was something wrong with his gloves.

They were walking toward the other girls, Sarada was about to leave, but there was no time. The moment her eyes looked at the screaming boy, she knew who caused all this color mess.

Boruto, who was all confused because the world looked different, stopped on his tracks when he felt a heavy gaze land on him. When he lifted up his sight, he was able to see a girl looking straight at him, whose eyes were the same as Shikadai's gloves.

Red.

To be continued.

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Well, this may be a multichapter fic, that depends on what you guys think, should I also post my fics on ffnet? I'm also thinking of writing my own masterlist. 🤔 I don't know.

It is a soulmates AU but also kinda fantasy au, i don't know if have you ever heard of Fairy Oak, a series of books, it's based on that.

Hope you enjoy. :)

As always, special thanks to my lovely @abbypdg for beta reading this, she is my hero.

[kyvir]

I can’t believe it but I’ve actually hit 600+ followers and like... I’m blown away.

So, I decided that the next 6 requests I receive will be written ahead of all the ones I have yet to complete. First come first serve. Please send away!

Prompts only! But feel free to send more than one!

Fluff? Smut? Angst? You got it.

Challenge me~ Innocent prompts to turn smutty. Let’s make it interesting!

I’m so thankful for you guys so let me do something for you in return for you following my little blog. 🥰

[kairi-chan]

She Doesn’t Like Him - BoruSara

Rating: T

Genre: Hurt/Comfort and Romance 

A/N: Written for BoruSaraFFweek D3 - Wind 

Related to What Springtime Brings 

Sequel: He Loves Her

She doesn’t like him. She didn’t like him when they were twelve, she didn’t like him when they were sixteen and he left the village. No one was to know how she cried herself to sleep on the day he left, thinking back to how embarrassing it was that she had shed tears in front of him. Practically begged him to stay. Well, not really beg. More like, kept saying threat after threat, tears, more threats and angry yelling, and even more tears. How pathetic. An Uchiha. Crying and screaming for an Uzumaki to stay. Hold on. Haven’t we seen this before? No? Yeah, you’re right. We’re talking about Boruto and Sarada. This is the first time it happened, right? She doesn’t miss him. She didn’t look for him every time she would walk by Thunder Burger, swiftly do a double take on almost every single blond male she would walk by. Her best friend thought she needed a break and brought her to the beach. She didn’t think of his beautiful eyes when she saw the ocean again. 

Come to think of it, the first time she saw it was with him.  She sat down on the sand and stared at the twinkling sea, so vast and wide. The salty wind blowing through her hair. She closed her eyes and took in a deep yet shaky breath. She wasn’t crying. No. It’s been more than two years since he left. She had no more tears to cry for him. It’s not like she wished he was here. 

It’s not like she imagined he would scootch a little closer to her, nudge her with his shoulder, and she would nudge him back. They would go on for a while like this, laugh and maybe, she would let him when he placed his arm around her. She would let out a sigh of contentment and lean on his chest, because why not? It’s not like she enjoyed it anyway. It’s not like she wanted this. Nope. Not a chance. She opened her eyes. She was sitting alone on the long shoreline. The sun setting on the horizon, casting orange and pink light everywhere. She would have wished she could stay here forever. But what was the point if he wasn’t sitting here next to her? Woah wait. She doesn’t miss him. Doesn’t love him. Remember? She rose to her feet and dusted the sand off of her shorts and stretched her arms over her head, willing the tears back. She had no tears to cry. She had enough days of pouring out her tears until her eyes ran dry.  She didn’t like him when he left the village—and she most certainly didn’t like him now that he was back. She didn’t revel at the fact that he had gotten taller, skin slightly tanner, and his jaw looked stronger. His eyes, they looked just as beautiful, just as blue as she remembered. How silly for the ocean to remind her of his eyes, the ocean simply couldn’t compare. She stood her ground even as he approached, her posture showing no sign of remorse or forgiveness. But gosh. Tears pooled in her eyes and the way her lower lip trembled just gave it all way. Her treacherous heart beating wildly out of her chest and her stomach tangling into hopeless knots. When he stopped a few steps away and reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away. He held her hand to his chest and smiled at her. “I’m home, Sarada.” Salty tears fell down her cheeks and she could taste it at the corner of her mouth. Memories of her sitting alone on the beach came flooding back and her feelings came pouring out. Boruto pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, mumbling a string of apologies she knew he must have practiced and recited out loud to the wind during his lonely days. She cried. She cried for all the nights she missed him. Cried for all the days he missed in her life—for all the days she missed in his life. She cried for all the days she couldn’t because gosh, she knew deep down she reserved her tears for only him, and even her damn pride couldn’t do anything about it. She cried for all the days she couldn’t help pick him up when he was down, and all the days the rain poured. She cried for all the laughs they missed, and all the warm sunny days she knew he liked. Liked. Sarada doesn’t like Boruto Uzumaki. She wrapped her arms around him. “Welcome home, Boruto.” She loves him.

A/N: I intended it to be like Not a Date but I didn’t mean for it to be so... angsty. Pining Sarada is now my favorite Sarada. 

You can read more of my stories in my master post, or visit my FFnet!

If you like my work, care to sit down and have a ko-fi with me?

[dawnrosheen]

BS WEEK 2019 | DAY 8 - GENDER BENDER |

In all ways, they make the perfect couple. 

@borusarafics

[shikamarubase]

BoruSara Week 2019: Day 1→Years

5 years old.

Sarada still remembers the first time she met Boruto. He hid behind Aunt Hinata’s leg, his small hand clutching the fiber of her trousers, as her mama encouraged her to get along with the blonde boy.

“Hi, I’m Sarada!”

Blue eyes peeked at her and eyed her outstretched hand curiously, but he made no move to return the gesture. Instead his head disappeared behind Hinata’s leg and the only acknowledgement Sarada received was a soft, “Hi...”.

She pouted at his lack of enthusiasm. Her hand dropped back to her side, dejected. Did he not want to be her friend?

“I’m sorry, Sarada-chan. Boruto is a bit shy when he meets new people.”

Sarada nodded slowly at Hinata’s apologetic explanation, but her eyes never left the spot where Boruto hid himself. As fast as her short legs could carry her, Sarada marched around Hinata until she was face to face with the blonde boy wearing a bright pink shirt.

She stretched her hand towards him and flashed her biggest smile. “Boruto, right? Let’s play!”

For a few seconds, he only stared at her with his mouth pressed into a thin line. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His eyes searched hers and saw no underlying motive in her open face. They stood in silence as he gradually came to a decision. Sarada’s smile didn’t cease as she waited for an answer. Their mothers held their breaths when he slowly reached for her hand and clutched it tightly in his.

“Okay!” Sarada’s eyes lit up when Boruto finally returned her smile with one of his own.

She’ll never forget how his smile was as bright as a sun’s that day.

12 years old.

Every once in a while, Sarada would remember their first meeting and scoff. It’s hard to believe how a person can change so much in a few years. Boruto was no longer the shy and quiet boy she once knew. Nowadays he was loud, obnoxious and always in the middle of trouble. Not a day goes by without the two of them bickering about one thing or another.

She thought they would never again get along as well as when they were children.

She saw him as her rival in her path to becoming Hokage. Boruto was the grandson of the 4th and son of the 7th Hokage after all. It wouldn’t be unusual if he wanted to follow the same path.

Yet he told her, “When you become Hokage, I’ll be your right-hand man. I’ll guard you well!” Boruto said this with such confidence, Sarada felt her face turn red.

Boruto had changed.

She could tell from how he stared straight ahead, eyes unclouded. He finally had a goal he was willing to work towards.

A rush of amazement coursed through her veins as she gazed at the boy in front of her.

For the first time, Sarada noticed how much bluer his eyes were underneath the sunlight.

16 years old.

“Boruto!”

Sarada’s feet slapped against the concrete as she chased after his retreating back. She stretched her arm in a desperate attempt to reach for him, even if it was only a few inches closer.

She wasn’t going to stand by and watch him leave.

“Stop!” She managed to wrap her fingers around a chunk of his cloak and pulled him to an abrupt halt.

“Let go, Sarada,” he said in a low voice. He made no move to face her. Although they were only centimeters apart, she felt like she could never truly reach him.

“Why? Why are you leaving the village? Leaving me?” She screamed at him, hoping the volume of her voice would somehow drown the pain in her chest.

“Didn’t you say you’re gonna be my right-hand man when I become Hokage? You liar!” She repeatedly pounded his back as tears escaped her eyes. And yet, Boruto still would not look at her.

He stood, motionless, and took the blows without a single word. Her punches eventually turned into meek slaps until all she could do was clutch his cloak tightly, sobbing.

“Do you trust me?”

Afraid her voice would crack, Sarada could only manage a faint, “Mm.”

“Then have faith in me and in my promise. I’ll come back for you.”

The strength and conviction in his voice urged Sarada to straighten up and wipe her eyes.

“I’ll be waiting for you, so don’t you dare break your promise.” She gave him another powerful slap to the back, this time urging him forward.

Boruto chuckled in relief. He knew he would be feeling that punch for a while.

“Then, I’ll be going.”

Sarada nodded as he walked away. After taking a few steps, he surprised her by turning around and flashing her a big smile.

“See ya later, Sarada!”

The next time she blinked, he was gone.

23 years old.

Instead of preparing for her inauguration, Sarada found herself pacing back and forth at the top of Hokage Rock. She was convinced the anxious feeling in her chest had little to do with the actual ceremony and more on who’s going to be there.

Or rather, she thought with a sinking heart, on who’s not going to be there.

She should be ecstatic—she was so close to achieving her life-long goal of being Hokage—and yet she had never felt emptier.

She hadn’t heard from Boruto in years, not since he left the village.

Not even a single letter, she huffed in annoyance, he could be dead for all she knew!

In her heart, she knew it wasn’t true. Boruto never breaks his promises, even if it took him years to do so. But couldn’t he spare a few minutes to write her a note or something? Sarada felt like she was going to go crazy from the lack of news.

She put her hands around her mouth and yelled, “Boruto, you idiot!!!”

“Wow. Is this the thanks I get for returning?”

Sarada whirled around, half-convinced she imagined the voice, and gasped. Without another moment’s hesitation, she broke into a run and threw herself into Boruto’s waiting arms.

“Missed me?” He breathed into her neck.

“Idiot, what kind of question is that?” She pulled away to look into the pair of clear blue eyes she had longed to see.

“Of course I did.”

Boruto looked past her head and at the view of their entire village from the top. “This place hasn’t changed a bit,” he said, the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile.

“Do you remember the promise I made here?”

Sarada didn’t reply as a wave of nostalgia washed over her. Her memory of that particular day was still vivid in her mind.

“When you become Hokage, I’ll be your right-hand man,” Boruto repeated with a small glint in his eyes. “A lot has happened over the years, but I’m finally back to fulfill that promise.”

With both of them facing the village, Boruto intertwined her hand in his and squeezed tightly.

They may have been separated for a long time, but Boruto and Sarada were ready to face the future.

Together.

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A/N: Hope I’m not late to the party! This was sorta inspired by @benteja’s amazing artwork for the first day of bsa week! Ngl I didn’t plan on doing anything for this week cause of my busy sched, but I can’t ignore it when inspiration hits. It’s my first time to write BoruSara so I’m a bit nervous about posting this >///< I hope you all enjoyed. And as always, thank you so much for reading! <3

@borusarafics

[sofya-fanfics]

Rain and Sunset

For Borusara Week 2019 Day 4 with the prompt : Sunset or Rain.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. I hope you like it.

@borusarafics

Disclaimer : Naruto and Boruto : Naruto Next Generations belong to Masashi Kishimoto, Ukyo Kodachi and Mikio Ikemoto.

How could things turn out so badly ? Sarada wondered for the hundredth time. It was supposed to be a quick and easy mission. There was no prior indication of such a result. Team 7 had to accompany a politician to Suna. But they had been attacked by bandits along the way and while Boruto and Konohamaru were fighting, Mitsuki and Sarada had to protect the politician. The storm rumbled and the small group of Sarada had to take refuge in a cave near the place where they had separated. The lightning tore the sky and the rain began to fall until it was stronger and stronger.

Sarada said she would mount guard. She knew that her mission was to protect the politician and that she had to obey, but it worried her not to know what was happening with Boruto and Konohamaru. She knew that no matter what happened, Boruto would come back to her. He always came back and she trusted him. But this rain made her shiver. She had a bad premonition. She looked in the distance, hoping to see them arrive. She felt Mitsuki's hand on her shoulder. She looked at him. He smiled to reassure her.

‘You are worried about Boruto,’ he said.

Sarada looked away and nodded. It was an irrational fear, she knew it, but she could not help worrying.

‘I'm sure they'll be here soon,’ Mitsuki added.

He smiled at her again and went back to see the politician. Sarada thought of Boruto. Before leaving with Konohamaru, he gave her a huge smile and put his hands on her shoulders, saying :

‘I come back soon.’

Sarada looked in the distance again, but with the rain falling visibility was difficult. After a moment, which seemed like ages for her, she saw a shadow approaching at high speed. She remained on her guard and activated her Sharingan. She recognized Konohamaru who ran towards the cave, with Boruto on his back. Seeing that Boruto was hurt and barely conscious, Sarada rushed to them.

‘Boruto !’ She said.

Konohamaru laid him down and Sarada saw that his t-shirt was covered with blood.

‘He was wounded by a kunai,’ Konohamaru said. ‘I did what I could, but medical jutsus are not my specialty.’

Sarada pulled up Boruto's t-shirt. The wound on his belly was ugly and despite the treatment of Konohamaru, Boruto was still bleeding. Boruto groaned in pain and Sarada had to concentrate to remember what her mother had taught her. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. She could feel the chakra doing its job. She continued the healing process, forgetting no injuries. She was so focused that she did not notice that Boruto had opened his eyes. He put his hand on hers and smiled when Sarada looked at him.

‘I’m fine Sarada. Thank you.’

Boruto sat down with the help of Sarada and Konohamaru. Once Boruto said he was fine, his sensei joined Mitsuki and the politician. Boruto noticed that Sarada's eyes were red and full of tears.

‘Are you crying ?’ He asked worriedly.

He put his hand on her cheek and wiped away her tears with his thumb.

‘Of course not !’ Sarada said, pushing his hand away. ‘It's the rain.’

Boruto wanted to tell her that it had stopped raining, but he said nothing. She would never admit it. Boruto smiled to reassure her.

‘I told you I would come back soon.’

‘You idiot ! Don’t ever scare me like that again.’

Without thinking, she threw herself into Boruto's arms and burst into tears. He hugged her and whispered, ‘It’s okay, I'm fine’. Sarada calmed down after a moment, but they stayed in each other’s arms as the sun set.

The end

[karinrumi]

Diary Entries of a Shadow. [BoruSara, OneShot, BoruSara Week 2019]

Title: Diary Entries of a Shadow. [BoruSara, BoruSara Week 2019, Day 2, Diary, Boruto PoV]  

BoruSara Week Day 2 Prompt: Diary.

Word Count: 602. 

Rating: T.

@borusarafics

Entry one, day one, year of the moon:

Today I fought together with Sarada against an enemy that used curses.  Luckily, I jumped up to protect her in time. I get she's powerful, but it doesn't mean she shouldn't be careful. I'm starting to get seriously worried about her. Recently she spaces out a lot during the battles. Is there some reason for it? 

Anyway, that means I just need to be more thorough to protect her. She's my precious friend, after all. 

Entry two, day two, year of the moon: 

I talked with Sarada today. Learning that she hid from me her concerns, made me upset. How? How can I make her talk about the other things that bother her? 

Am I not her shadow and protector? Wasn't it the promise I made with her? 

Entry three, day six, year of the moon:

Sarada told me that I don't need to fulfil the promise we made during childhood. I wanted to protest, but I was too much shocked, hearing her say these words.

Why? Why she doesn't understand that with the time my words;

"I will protect you." 

Changed their meaning after I realised my feelings for her. I... don't want for my words, promise and time I spend on training to be taken lightly. 

Even if she doesn't want protection, I'll still protect her. Not because I promised to do it. 

It's because she's important to me.

Entry four, day nine, year of the moon: 

Foe we faced yesterday was overwhelming. I took a fatal blow to protect Sarada, and in exchange, my eye got scarred. 

As long as she's safe, a scar or two on my body means nothing to me. Hospital nurses scold me a lot though, ya know? They say I shouldn't yet write in my diary with that serious injury.  

Jokes on them, I like boasting too much about my accomplishments in the department of protecting Sarada. 

I owe her. For all those times she protected me too.  

Entry four, day fourteen, year of the moon:

Sarada came to visit me. At first, she acted like her usual self,  then she suddenly cried. 

I was annoyed by her apology. My scar wasn't her fault. That was the choice I made being aware of the ugly consequences. 

There's something I need to confess. I cannot bear the thought of Sarada dying. 

Ah, it's too late for me, ya know? I am a fool in love.  Writing it down is a lot easier than saying it out loud.   

Entry five, day twenty, year of the moon:

I got scolded. Sarada found and read my diary. I was called a big dumbass as well as a drama queen. Well, it's true that maybe I overreacted by misunderstanding what she meant.  

She could use better words to explain it to me, ya know? Anyway, I feel relieved and at the same time, scared.

I found an entry with Sarada's handwriting. It said; 

"You're important to me too, idiot. I love you."

I don't know if I should feel happy she reciprocate my feelings, or angry she wrote in my diary.

Honestly, no matter what, I do think she's an amazing woman.

The woman I love. Of course, first I need to go out of the hospital.  Hey, I hope she really wasn't joking and loves me for real. 

I can handle any scar on my body if she's honest about her feelings. 

The only thing I need is her being by my side. That's the only thing I can ask for. 

Because I am a fool.  A fool in love.

[faintblueivy]

“I can please you in more than one way.” BORUSARA

It feels like it's been forever since I've done one of these borusara requests! Haha, inspiration for this slapped me in the face out of nowhere so, yeah, enjoy!

Rated T

Genre: Fluff

In more than one way

"Sarada, I promise you won't regret it!"

Boruto yells with confidence and Sarada wonders...why exactly were they having this kind of conversation in the ungodly hour of three in the morning.

"Hmm? What makes you so sure?" She questions, stirring the cup of coffee in front of her gently, eyes and bones burning with exhaustion. If not for the boy in front of her, she might have been in her comfy bed with warm covers cocooning her.

They were just back from an S-rank mission, traveling non stop for four days till they had finally reached the outskirts of Konoha. Unlike any good boyfriend would, Boruto Uzumaki thought that crashing in her apartment for the night was acceptable. His excuse was 'my home is far away and I'm too tired'.

Now they were in her kitchen, stripped of their anbu armours and protective pads, simply enjoying a cup of late night coffee. Like old days. But then she bit her lip, sighing, knowing that the current situation was nothing like old days when they were both young and stupidly reckless.

"Convince me." She smirks, blowing the top of her cup, onyx eyes gazing at him through the curtain of steam. "What makes you so sure that I won't regret it?"

He returns her smirk with one of his own as he takes a sip from his own cup. "I can please you in more than one way."

Sarada almost chokes on her coffee, wondering if she heard it wrong but the mischief twinkling in his eyes convinces her that he is as guilty as charged.

A game? Oh, it's on.

She dons a cute innocent look and raises one delicate eyebrow. "How so?"

And he immediately fumbles, a furious blush creeps upon his cheeks and she bites back a laugh at his flustered look.

"I-I make good coffee!"

Average. If she's honest.

"I can cook too!"

Not the best, but yes, his food is edible.

"I can sew!"

Oh, she's seen it. Messy at it's finest.

"I am...good at gardening?"

Nope. Any green thing he touches dies exactly in two days.

"I can write reports for you!"

She'd rather die than hand him hers.

The silence between them is deafening as Boruto racks his brain for more of his good points and Sarada is having the hardest time of her life trying to control her laughter but failing miserably.

"And?" She taunts, but this time, Boruto notices the upward quirk of her lips that she'd been attempting to suppress for so long.

Realising that she was toying with him, he wastes no second in grabbing the back of her chair and dragging her along with it to his side. She yelps at his sudden action and watches as the coffee splashes dangerously near the rim of the cup.

"Boruto!" She chides, but immediately shuts up at the predatory grin on his face.

He leans in, his face so close that she feels his hot breath on her lips.

"You know it, right? I am goddamn good at kissing!" He flaunts and she almost whispers out a 'liar' at his claim but knows, if she did then she'll be the one lying.

She licks her lips and Boruto takes that as her consent and presses his lips against her fervently. Moments later they separate and both of them are breathless messes.

"Sarada." Boruto calls out her name tenderly, and Sarada feels her heart skip a beat at the sincere affection glazing his blue eyes.

"Marry me, and I promise, I'll do my best to make you the happiest woman on earth."

Sarada laughs, her eyes misty with warmth and happiness flooding her entire being.

"I...accept. After all, nobody on this planet is as good as you in the art of pleasing me."

...

Wow, it really felt good writing some Borusara again! Hope you all enjoyed it!

[borusawa]

I Guess That's Love

A/N: The first chapter of my new story is out! I hope yall like it, even after all this time.

Part 1: Meet Uncute

“Finally fucking home,” her brain reverberated as the pleasure of removing her shoes dominated her body.

The natural scent of her house had healing powers, or so she was convinced, since entering what came to be her personal paradise always felt like tapping the reset button of her brain. Lola, her cat, softly meowed a welcome and Sarada couldn’t help but to pet the tiny angel while dropping her purse on the floor. She had a long day at work, which led her body to claim back all her delayed sleep in a spare of hours causing her to be completely exhausted when she finally managed to get home.

In the dark of the night and the peaceful silence that those hours tend to have, she guided herself to the bathroom, ready to shower the pain out. It was, certainly, the moment she treasured the most. The cold water managed to unwind her like nothing else, her playlist helped to get out of her system the last bit of work-related issue that could be persisting in her brain. A true dose of pure therapy.

It was well past 2 AM and she pressed play right before stripping out of her clothes and stepping into the shower. It was something about nightcore with guttural singing that just made her happy and when the water started to run down on her body overall relaxation fell upon. Only when the shower had finished and the music was finally paused that she heard a light knock on her door. Constant and, quite frankly, a bit annoyed, knock. Who could it be so late at night? The questions flooded her brain, worries about her parents, her friends, herself─for all she knew it could be a criminal of some sort. But would a criminal politely knock?

Sarada looked through the peephole on her door and spotted a familiar face. Not a close person but she at least knew her house was not about to get robbed. She held her towel tighter around her body and opened the door, only to be received by a mess of blond hair and barely open blue eyes. Her neighbor, a new neighbor nonetheless, apparently had something to tell her that couldn’t be held till the next day. She opened the door and plopped only her head outside.

“Do you happen to know what time it is?” His husked voice asked, eyes unable to look at her directly because of the lights coming out of her living room.

“Well... do you?” Sarada asked right before checking her phone. “It’s a quarter past three.”

“Exactly. That considered, would you mind explaining why there were screaming noises coming from your apartment?”

A scoff left her mouth. “Excuse me? You must be mistaken, I am sure I made no noise.”

Suspicion was spread over his face “No, I totally heard screams. The walls are thin and I made sure to listen carefully before knocking. What are you even doing awake at this time? Are you torturing someone or something?”

"What?” Sarada couldn’t believe that was happening. “What’s wrong with you? No one was screaming, I already told you that.”

“Then why are you behind your door? To hide the blood, that’s why.” The blond man crossed his arms.

“I could be with someone here for all you know,” Sarada stated.

A/N: If you wanna continue reading check out the same story on archive of our own or fanfiction.net! I'm just redirecting because I probably won't keep updating it on Tumblr.

[borusarafics]

Borusara Week Extra Day!!!

After some discussion with fellow mods, we have decided to arrange an EXTRA DAY for BORUSARA WEEK!

Borusara week is scheduled from August 25 to August 31! The extra day will be on-

September 1

And the prompt for the day is:

Your Choice!!!

Do anything you want to celebrate this beloved couple!

We hope to start and close the week with a bang! Hope you are all excited as well!

Reblog to spread everyone!

[ourlittlesecrethoney]

BoruSara week—Day 3 Crossover AU.

In which Sarada gets lost visiting Tokyo's aquarium and suddenly Makoto and Haru find her and help her find Hinata and Boruto again.

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13372038/2/BoruSara-week-2019

//////I KNOW I'M SUPER LATE BUT I'VE BEEN VERY BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND STUFF😭😭😭😭

Note 1: i've never written makoharu in my life, i loooove reading fics and the ship, with borusara is on my top 3 OTPs, so i apologize if they seem too ooc😭😭😭 i tried my best.

Note 2: I tried to post the entire fic here but apparently it's too long and i didn't want to cut it U.u

@borusarafics

PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS HERE OF IN FFNET, IT WOULD MEAN A LOT TO MEEEEE.

[koppiehart]

BORUSARA fanfiction week!!! Head over to @borusarafics for more details!!!

[kairi-chan]

Hi Ms. Kairi! I hope you had a good day! I couldn't really choose between the two but i think it's possible to incorporate the two ideas in one long cheesy fic that I really wish you'd write but no worries, I'll understand if you won't :) Borusara: Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower and Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Title: Small Gestures Genre: fluffy, cheesy goodnessRating: T

A/N: darling, no need to call me Miss! I feel old enough as it is. ^^; just Kairi is fine. Thank you for the prompt. It’s my pleasure to write you this fic. Hope you enjoy!

Quickly written and done on my phone during stolen moments today. Hihi.

—

Boruto knocked urgently on the bathroom door.

“Sarada, please!” He begged. “I’m going to be late!” And kami knows he can’t afford to be late. Today, Tsunade and Sakura was going to conduct an advanced medical class (without the use of medical ninjutsu) for the the special ANBU units. They had given stern warnings that whoever would be late would be their guinea pig—that involved actual bone breaking, cutting, and bruising.

Even just thinking about it already made him weep. “Please! Please!” He knocked again.

“You’re not making me fall for your tricks again!” Came his wife’s sharp response.

The blond comically weeped and whined, “pleeeease! I promise no funny business! I just need to shower.”

Silence.

“I’ll do the chores for a week,” he bargained.

The door opened by a crack, and he saw his wife’s long, black hair clinging on to the sides of her face and shoulders. She clutched on to a white fluffy towel to cover herself. “Two weeks.”

His brows furrowed. “That’s not fair, ya know!”

She slammed the door shut.

Boruto let out a shout of frustration. He knew his wife didn’t hate doing chores, or ever complained. But with her busy schedule, he knew that if she had some assurance she wouldn’t need to worry about keeping the house clean, she would relent eventually. “Fine!”

The door softly clicked open, and he saw her smile triumphantly. “I knew you would see my way.”

He pouted at her, and hid the pink that tainted his cheeks. It was a good thing she was cute.

Sarada went back inside the shower and hung up her towel. Boruto couldn’t help but stare at her lithe body. He found her distracting enough with clothes on, but now that he was seeing all of her… damn. Sometimes he just couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be married to her.

“If you don’t stop staring, you’re going to be late,” she smirked.

He froze. Right when it fully hit him what she mean, he hastily removed his clothes before jumping into the shower with his wife.

—

It didn’t take him long to finish. He couldn’t even sneak in a few kisses on her shoulder, since she kept reminding him about how her mother and godmother knew how to perfectly inflict fractures in every single bone in the human body. He bolted out of there in less than ten minutes.

Boruto opened the fridge and snatched out the leftovers from their dinner the previous night. He then transferred it into his bento, and then wrapped it up in a pink cloth. He was about to leave the kitchen, but realized that Sarada wasn’t going to have any lunch, since he had already packed it for himself. There was nothing left in the fridge for her to cook to make her own.

Slowly, he unwrapped the pink cloth and replaced it with a red one. He then wrote a note and stuck it on the bento for his wife to take.

It was no big deal. He could always buy something during their lunch hour, anyway.

—-

Their training session had lasted longer than expected. The sun had set a few hours ago, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Thinking back at the earlier events, he was just relieved that Sakura decided to pick on someone else and Tsunade left earlier than expected.

The house was dark, but there was a lampshade on every now and then. He smiled to himself it was rare for Sarada to be home so early. First, he went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. To his surprise, there was a plate of fish and rice for dinner, nearly cling wrapped, waiting to be eaten. He smirked but closed the door to the refrigerator. He wasn’t hungry.

Next, he padded over to the bathroom. It was still hot, and a little steam was left. Sarada must have just finished taking a shower a few minutes ago. On the bathroom mirror, it was written:

To my idiot husband, thank you for being so sweet and thoughtful.

Boruto felt his lips tug up in a small smile, before it turned into a full fledged grin. Sarada usually never did such cheesy gestures to show him her love, but he really did appreciate it whenever she did. He quickly took a picture before he stopped off his clothes and took a shower.

—-

When he entered their bedroom, Sarada was already fast asleep. He crawled into bed, and she shifted in her sleep. She didn’t open her eyes, but she smiled a bit. “Welcome home,” she whispered.

Boruto wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her forehead. “I’m home,” he replied.

Sarada snuggled closer to him and muttered sleepily, “you’re so sweet. You know that, right?”

He smirked. “Yeah, and you’re so cheesy.”

His wife laughed, but hid it with a scowl. “Stop ruining the moment!” She poked his ribs.

Boruto laughed and dug his nose into her dark hair. “I love you.”

Usually, he wouldn’t get a response from her. Which is why it melted his heart and perfectly wrapped up his day when his wife replied softly, “I love you, too.”

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