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The Lesser of Two Evils

Summery: You and Marcus clear the air. You get your first experience of the Gladitorial Games.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, allusions to smut (just lusting and dirty thoughts), enemies(ish) to lovers, slow burn, protective Marcus Acacius.

Word Count: 4, 449

Chapter 8 Games and Intrigues

The silence in the carriage ride home was crushing but even more so was the ache in Marcus' chest. Since arriving in Rome he'd got to enjoy watching you grow more and more confident in yourself. It was slow but steady, but in just one night, in just one conversation with a clod who should have kept his mouth shut, all the progress you'd made seemed to have deminished. Even now in his bed chamber Marcus can't shake the haunting image of your vacant expression as he assisted you down from the carriage. He can blame Geta all he wants (and he does) but he also blames himself. He doesn't regret telling the emperors, it would have been a mistake not to, but he should have told you, he should have been honest with you.

In trying to protect you he'd inadvertently hurt you, and worse, betrayed your trust in him. 'I trusted you and you went behind my back'. Guilt settles in his stomach like a lead weight as your choked voice echoes in his mind. Maybe he'd underestimated just how complicated integrating is going to be for you. He finds himself pacing his room, every attempt to settle for the night just making him more restless and anxious. He has to make this right.

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"Can I ask you something?" you say to Cassia as you watch her loosen the ribbons in your hair and brush through the locks gently in the mirror of your bed chamber. "Of course, Alia. You can ask me anything?" Her warm smile gave you some comfort to continue. "Are you Roman?" Cassia looked into the mirror at that point and you fear you may have overstepped. Not wanting to cause offense you quickly add, "Oh, I hope that wasn't inappropriate. It's just your accent differs slightly." Cassia continues brushing your hair. "There's no offense. I'm half Roman, half Brittanic. My father was a very important senator and my mother belonged to him."

"Oh..." you deflated, "I'm sorry." "No, it wasn't like that," Cassia shook her head and a wistful smile curved her lips. "They actually loved each other very much, but couldn't be together officially. He was very good to me, doted on me behind closed doors." Her smile suddenly dropped. "He uh... had to marry, and his wife was a horrible woman. But as long as he was around we were safe." "What happened? how did you end up here?" you asked, slightly uncomfortably. "Just before my father died he freed us both. He knew we wouldn't be safe in his Domus with his wife." Cassia's shoulders slumped and she sighed. "I just wish we could have been there for his passing, but as soon as we were freed his wife sent us away and he was too weak to stop her."

Your stomach hollowed out, knowing all too well the pain of losing your parents. "I'm so sorry," you sighed. "Thank you," Cassia replied softly. "A couple of years ago my mother became ill and we had to leave the workhouse. I was very fortunate to have secured my position here-" "So you earn a wage?" your brows raised in surprise. "I do. After she died I... I just couldn't live in our rented room anymore, it was too painful so I negotiated a lower wage for food and lodging here." "And are you happy here?" "Very," she smiled, "The General is kind." The corner of your mouth rose in a fond smile. "Yes, he is. Can I ask....? Do people ever look down on you, for not being fully Roman?"

Cassia pressed her lips into a thin line, a pensive expression clouding her features as she continued unweaving the ribbons in your hair. "There will always be people who look for any reason to put you down." "Yeah..." you mumble wearily. "I take it tonight didn't go to well?" A humourless laugh blew through your nose. "I'm not sure they'll ever fully accept me here." "Oh, Alia," Cassia soothed, "it's still early days and this was your first public appearance. You must give it time. Everyone in this Domus already likes you and I'm sure the more people get to know you, the more they'll warm up to you." Tears tingle behind your eyes as Cassia's kind words comfort you in a way you didn't even know you needed.

She continues, "I know this all seems strange to you now but you're not the first foreigner to settle here and you certainly won't be the last. I have every confidence you'll find your place here." A lump forms in your throat but you force your voice past it, "Thank you, Cassia. You and the General are the only people who treat me as a human being. I'm so glad to have met you." Cassia meets your eyes in the mirror, smiling warmly. "I'm happy you're here, Alia." A pleasant atmosphere of camaraderie filled the bed chamber and for the first time tonight you can feel the tension ebbing away. Cassia seems like more of a friend to you than a servant, and heaven knows you could certainly do with more friends.

Once your hair had been thoroughly brushed, Cassia helped you into your nightgown and turned down the bed for you. You wished each other a goodnight and she left the room. After a very stressful evening the silence is a welcome respite, giving you the chance to gather your thoughts. You know it's not possible to decline the emperors' invites without it reflecting badly on yourself and Marcus, and even though you feel utterly betrayed by him, a part of you can't help but feel a sense of loyalty to him, especially after everything he has done for you. So, you'll 'grin and bare it' for his sake and at the same time you'll show everyone, one way or another, that you have what it takes to thrive in this city and, as Cassia says, you will find your place here.

*****

It's been less than an hour since arriving home and Marcus is still strung as tightly as a bow. No matter how much he tries, he just can't unwind. Every second this remains unresolved he feels like he's crawling out of his skin. He was going to wait until morning but he can't ignore the inexplicable need to see you, to make amends and see the smile he has grown so fond of grace your cheeks once more; the very smile he smothered in his attempt to shield you. No, this can't wait until morning. He has to explain himself now.

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Sinking into the plushness of your mattress, your fingers absentmindedly twirl the edge of the sheets while you stare at the patterns on the ceiling, heavy eyed but sleep eludes you as your thoughts relive the past evening. Could you have done anything different? Something to make you less... you. Were you too harsh with Marcus? Maybe you should have given him the chance to explain. But you were angry and had every right to be, so why do you feel like you've been unreasonable? You groan as regret and confusion wage war with each other, bringing the heels of your hands to press against your eyes. A light tap at your door snaps you out of your mind. Strange, why would Cassia or Flavia come here this late? Opening the door, you're met with earthy brown eyes, holding a depth of remorse that momentarily leaves you breathless.

"Hi," Marcus began, his voice low and soft. "Can we talk?" Your heart softens as he stands before you, big pleading eyes weakening your anger. You offer him a small smile and nod, stepping aside while opening the door to allow him in. Your stomach is in knots as you close the door and turn to face him, the air thick with tension. This is the first time he's ever been in your bed chamber. It feels intimate, too intimate. The amber glow of the brazier's flames bring to your attention the warm tones of his skin, contrasting against the salt and pepper shades of his curls and stubble, while the shadows highlight the curve of his jaw and nose. The man is beautiful, there's no denying that anymore. But you also can't deny the awkwardness that has been lingering between you both since your argument. Unsure of what to say or even do right now, you hold onto your upper arm, nervously stroking up and down for a distraction.

"Please sit..." Marcus gestured to the Lectus. Ever the gentleman, he allowed you to take a seat before sitting next to you, so close his scent of sandalwood with a hint of honey flooded your senses. It's very... him and it seems to be having a calming effect on you. "I want to apologise for earlier," Marcus began, clasping his hands together between his knees, "For what Geta said and for breaking your trust. It was not my intention." Swallowing past the lump in your throat, you nod, and sigh, "Thank you, Marcus." Fidgeting with your fingers in your lap, you force yourself to meet his gaze. "I just... I don't understand why you felt the need to tell them." Marcus gave you a resigned smile. "It would have been worse for us if I didn't. They wanted to know everything about you and if I had lied or omitted anything it would look suspicious on both our accounts. And they would have found out soon enough. I didn't want to give them any reason to distrust you."

Hearing Marcus explain everything brings it all into perspective, well almost. There's just one niggling thing that doesn't make sense. "Okay..." you exhale lowly, "but why didn't you tell me? If you had warned me beforehand I would have been more prepared to discuss... that. The way he grinned at me..." your voice is tight now, just like the grip on your nightgown. Marcus sighed, watching you take your frustrations out on your clothing. His fingers twitch in his lap, hand suddenly feeling too empty. He longs to reach out, to take your hands in his and smooth out the tension from your knuckles. But he's fears if he holds you now, he'll never let go.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I wanted to protect you. I thought the less you knew, the less you'd have to worry about, you've had enough to deal with..." His expression turns dark. "And I honestly didn't think that idiot boy," he spat those last two words out, "would have brought it up." Oh... oh, now you feel bad. It all makes sense now; he was just tying to do right by you as he always has done and you'd jumped to conclusions and believed the worst about him. Shame settles over you like a weighted blanket. "I failed you tonight," Marcus mumbled, his voice full of remorse, "And for that I apologise." You're a bit taken aback by that. "What do you mean you let me down?" you ask, blinking in confusion. "I promised you everything would be okay but it wasn't and it's my fault-" "No," you interrupt quickly to which he raised his eyebrows. "You didn't fail me at all. You did your best, you always have for me."

As if on instinct your hand reaches for his and holds on firmly. "I should be the one apologising. I should have given you the chance to explain instead of letting my anger get the better of me. I understand now why you had to tell them, but please promise me one thing...?" "Anything," Marcus declared, squeezing your hand gently. "Don't keep things from me again. If something involves me, no matter how serious it may be, promise me you'll tell me." Marcus' large eyes search your own, his frown lines softening before nodding. "I promise," he whispers solemnly. Then you smile at him, the first genuine smile you've given him since your falling out. "Could we just put this behind us now?" you ask hopefully. "Of course, I'd like nothing more." Marcus regarded you with tenderness and just like that all of the anxious strain in the air melted away, leaving a comforting peace in it's wake.

The silence in the room is now one of companionable ease. Marcus looked down at your interlaced fingers, then back up at you. He now looks uncertain, like he's holding something back he dare not speak of and for a split second his eyes drop to your lips. The air suddenly shifts, charged with electricity. It sends flutters throughout your belly as you hold his soft gaze, waiting, hoping for him to speak. Only when he does, it's not what you were anticipating. "I should let you get some rest," Marcus uttered softly, releasing your hand. Your heart sinks when he stands, the physical distance between you leaving an ache behind. "It's the first day of the games tomorrow and you'll want to be well rested. Goodnight, Alia." Hiding your disappointment behind a small smile, you reply, "Goodnight Marcus."

Once the door had closed you breathed a sigh of relief, your mind and body easing as if a physical weight hand been taken off of you. It was all a misunderstanding. He didn't go behind your back. You feel a little disappointed in yourself now for ever believing he would. You were wrong about him and you couldn't be more grateful for that. And while you do feel relieved to have cleared the air, you can't ignore the flicker of curiosity in the back of your mind. What was it he wanted to say? You can still see the image of Marcus' rich earthen eyes; eyes that, in that moment shone with not only uncertainty but softness and vaulnerability. Clearly there's more to Marcus Acacius than just a decorated War General, more than just his presentation of honour and propiety, and you long to discover what that is. You want to know all there is about him. Maybe, hopefully, one day he'll trust you enough with the deepest parts of himself.

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When Marcus got back to his room, he strode out onto the balcony, the night air a welcome relief from the heat burning under his skin. The ghost of your soft hand on his still lingers but it was the look you gave him that caused his heart to stutter and he almost forgot to breathe; forgiveness, trust and tenderness, a blessing from you he's not sure he deserves, not after failing to protect you tonight. When he thinks back to how the emperors humiliated you, how those around you snickered, he wishes he could turn back time and unleash hell on them all. Fury bubbles in his veins the longer he dwells on it. For them to treat you - you, who have done nothing wrong, caused no offense and just wanted to fit in - so cruelly is beyond endurable for him.

And after all that, and finding out from Geta that he'd told them your business and the resulting hurt that had caused - for you to walk back in there and pretend nothing had happened... well, he's simply in awe of you. Marcus has always sensed a quiet strength under your surface, but he didn't realise you were this strong. He's never met a woman like you in all his life; couragous, steadfast, kind hearted and... beautiful. He's always seen it, he'd have to be blind to not see your natural beauty every day and it shone no brighter than moments ago in your bed chamber as you gazed at him softness and dare he say it... longing? In that moment, with your hands joined he wanted nothing more than to engulf you in his arms and feel the softness of your plush lips against his own, to hold you against his chest and swallow the moans he imagines he could pull from you.

Fuck! Just these mental images alone are enough to fill his cock with blood, his erection now tenting his tunic as he tries his best to rid himself of such thoughts. You're his guest, you're under his protection. It would be wrong to want you, like he would be taking advantage. Marcus rubs his hand over his stubbly jaw, releasing a long sigh. The cool breeze is doing nothing to help him now. He walks over to his bed and crashes down onto his back, an arm slung across his eyes. He will not give in to what his treacherous mind craves right now. How would he be able to look at you again if he did that? Instead he focuses on the war, the anger he harbours for the emperors, the upcoming games, anything to distract himself from you. This is going to be a long night.

Thousands upon thousands of excited voices rise into the atmosphere as the trumpets blast, announcing the opening of the games. The emperors address the crowd but but you barely pay any attention as your brain struggles to accept the spectacle before you. The Collesseum is impressive enough from the outside but nothing cold have prepared you for what was inside. Sixty thousand people! That's the amount this miracle of architecture can hold, according to Marcus. It's as if the whole world has moved into one massive dwelling; one of heavily gated archways and endless rows of seats, reaching up and back. Long sheets stretch out across the top of the building on large wooden beams, blocking out the worst of the suns' heat.

The section you are currently residing in, the Cubiculum (imperial box), screams of wealth and station with it's golden chairs, steady supply of wine and delicacies and rich tapestries draping over the balcony. Why you are permitted here you have no idea. Marcus must have arranged it somehow, securing you a seat next to his. Many important people surround you, including Julia, sitting regally to the right of her sons. Once the emperors had finished their speech and taken their seats the trumpets sounded again and the crowd roared as the announcer introduced the warriors, who made their grand entrance on several thundering chariots, waving to the cheers of the mob. They bring their chariots to a stop in front of Geta and Caracalla, and with reverent bows bellow, "We who are about to die, salute you." They take up their starting positions and the fight begins.

it's more brutal than you'd expected. You don't know what's worse; the blood seeping into the dust or the bloodlust of the crowd. The gorier the death, the wilder they become. Being in the Cubiculum gives you a perfect view of the arena. In the commotion, three chariots lay on their sides, the drivers and co-riders battling it out on foot with their opponents, while five more chariots charge through the fray, cutting men down. One of the men throws a spear at a driver, impaling him thought the chest, causing the chariot to overturn, throwing both him and his co-rider. A bloodcurdling scream rings out as the chariot flips and lands on the skull of the co-rider, crushing it into mulch. Your hand flies to your mouth and you squeeze your eyes shut, turning your head away from the gruesome sight, bile rising up your throat.

In the corner of his eye. Marcus can see you trying to hide your repulsion behind a shaking hand, the other one gripping tightly onto your Palla. Placing his hand over yours, he leans in close to your ear. "Are you okay?" he whispers, giving your hand a light squeeze. "Mhm..." you force a small smile as you will stomach to settle. "Just wasn't expecting... that." Marcus nods, bringing his hand back to his lap. "I suppose it can be a bit much for someone unfamiliar with this type of entertainment, but you'll get used to it." You nod in agreement but deep down you don't think you could ever get used to this. Looking around, hoping no one saw your reaction, it's then you notice Julia watching you and you're sure you saw her mouth curve at one corner before turning her attention back to the games. The carnage continues, man after man falling to the glee of the spectators, until only one chariot remains.

The surviving men raise their arms to the boisterous crowd and bow to the emperors while the announcer addresses the audiance Throughout this whole display you'd been suppressing the urge to vomit while the emperors clapped and shrieked like hyped up children. Marcus remained mostly silent through it all. He's seen enough blood spilled and lives wasted to last two lifetimes. Before he'd been tainted by the cursed sights of slaughter on the battlefield he'd enjoyed these spectacles as much as the next person, but decades of witnessing and causing death and suffering weighs heavily on him and he could definitely do without seeing anymore death during his leisure time.

And he'd noticed how the colour had drained from your face when you'd turned towards him. If he could work his will neither of you would be here today. Alas, duty calls even when he's not on campaigne, and now said duty requires his presence at every social event, lest he insult Caracalla. When the announcer had finished speaking, Marcus turned to you. "So, what did you think?" He can see just from a quick observation you look a little green around the gills. "It was um... difficult to watch if I'm honest," you answer truthfully. "Difficult?" Geta's incredulous scoff caught yours and Marcus' attention, from where he now stands, leaning against his throne and regarding you with a smirk. "You haven't seen anything yet. You'd do well to prepare yourself for tomorrow, this was just a warm up."

Geta comes to stand beside Marcus, still wearing that smug expression. "You'll have to toughen her up, Acacius," he slaps Marcus on the back. Marcus gives a forced smile along with a neutral tone, "She's just new to the games, Your Majesty, I'm sure she'll come to enjoy them soon enough." It irks you that they are speaking about you as if you weren't even here. You know, with Marcus it comes from a good place (and you appreciate that) but you also realise that if anyone is to take you seriously you have to begin speaking for yourself, even if it makes your stomach roil with anxiety. "Actually, I'm very much looking forward to the rest of the games, Your Majesty," you add to the conversation with a saccharine smile. "I'm eager to embrace everything Rome has to offer." "Is that so?" Geta eyes you, thoughtfully.

Marcus watches the interaction between you both, unsure of where this conversation is going or if he should intervene. "That's good to know," Geta remarks, casually, but a slight narrowing of his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by Marcus. It's as if he's accepting a silent challenge, one he's intrigued by. It makes Marcus nervous. "I'm curious..." Geta continued, "What exactly did Germania have to 'offer?'" It's obvious he's trying to belittle you, wanting you to feel inadequate by comparing your life in Germania to your life in Rome. Well, if he expects you to defend your old life and the ways of your people he can go fuck himself. You owe them nothing and you refuse to play his games. He won't get a rise out of you. "Very little compared to all this, Highness," you answer coolly, as if it doesn't bother you to admit it.

You have to fight to suppress the smirk behind your words as you inwardly revel in the satisfaction of seeing Geta's smug face drop slightly. You'd just taken away any and all ammunition he had at his disposal and he knows you know it. Geta looks between you and Marcus, who now seems completely at ease compared to moments ago. You can feel the quiet satisfaction rolling off him. Geta gives you both a tight smile. "General, Alia," he nods and walks away, his face hardening as he leaves. Marcus stands and turns to fully face you, his mouth quirking up in one corner and eyes shinning with pride. "Well played. He underestimated you." Heat rises to your cheeks with Marcus' praise, a self satisfied grin creeping up but before you can reply, Julia appears beside you both, her sickly sweet tone like cold water to the warmth spreading through your chest.

"Did you enjoy the games?" she asked you both. "Very much, My Lady," Marcus smiled, nodding his head. You also bow. Julia places her hand on marcus' arm, leaning her whole body closer to him. A jolt of irritation flashes through you at the sight of her brazen behaviour, a part of you wanting to rip her jewellery laden hand off of Marcus so badly. "It's wonderful to have you back, Acacius," she begins stroking up and down his arm slowly. "Would you like to dine with me this afternoon, both of you?" she adds while smiling at you, hanging off of Marcus' arm as if she belongs there. Doesn't it bother him?! Or does he actually welcome it? The thought he might want her subtle advances make your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. Spending time with her now is the last thing you want.

Thankfully, Marcus speaks before you have to. "That's very kind of you, Julia, but I'm afraid that won't be possible today." Relief washes over you as Marcus politely declines her offer, her mask of affablility cracking ever so slightly as he continues, "I'm giving Alia a tour of the city this afternoon." "Really?!" Your head whips back to Marcus, the excitement in your voice palpable. You're finally going to get to explore Rome! "Yes..." Marcus titters fondly at your enthusiasm. "I realised that you've been here for a little over a week now and I still haven't shown you around your new home." Marcus turned his head to Julia, "You're more than welcome to join us."

"Thank you, but I have other engagements later this afternoon," Julia replied with a tight lipped smile, dropping her hand. Even Marcus has noticed the subtle shift in her tone, judging by the look of confusion on his face. "But I will call upon you soon, my friend." Her charming smile is back in place along with her claw - hand - on Marcus' arm. "Good day to you both," she gives his arm a gentle squeeze and glances your way. "Good day, My Lady" "Good day, Julia," you and Marcus say at the same time as she leaves to join her sons.

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A/N: This chapter is a little shorter than the others. I have a lot more written but realised it wouldn't make sense to end the chapter halfway through the next scene, so I ended it here. Thank you to everyone who's been following Marcus' and Alia's story, we're getting close to sexy times now, I promise 😉

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stu-dyingstudent · 1 month ago

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Sakura Haruno fic recs: amnesia/memory loss

My love for this trope started back with A Poor Imitation by leafygirl, which is unfortunately now deleted. I'm not sure what it is, but I just really enjoy the tragedy around the character's loss of memory. The pain and struggle that comes with them having to relearn their whole life.

Anyway, I don't know too many, but here's some ones that I like!

Started: 2025.02.22

Last Updated: 2025.02.22

note: feel free to check out my master list which has a bunch of Sakura Haruno fanfiction recs (all organized)!

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The Long Way Home - thegeneralgirl || ao3 || T || sasusaku || amnesia AU || complete

Sakura finds Sasuke again in Wind Country five years after the war. He's supposed to be dead and she's supposed to be beyond caring, but neither of them likes to live up to expectations.

Amnesiac!Sasuke is found years after his supposed death by Sakura. It's really interesting because Sasuke is actually taken in by a civilian family (I think they're farmers) from a far off town. However, he can't help but gravitate towards the shinobi way. I really enjoyed it!

Cherry Blossom Flames - Winged Lady Colette || ffn || M || madasaku || founders era AU || incomplete

A seven year old amnesiac awoke in a stream, being rescued by two brothers. MadaraxSakura

A young, amnesiac!Sakura is found by the Senju brothers and later becomes one of the leading reasons for the founding of Konoha. Cherry Blossom Flames is actually one of my favourite fics! It's definitely not bamf!Sakura if that's what you like, but it's very well written and her sibling relationship with Tobirama and Hashirama is so sweet. Plus, her and Madara are quite wholesome. I will also note this this does cover a significant amount of time.

The Lost One - elle6778 || ffn || M || itasaku || amnesia AU || complete

Memories lost, Itachi began to settle into life as a civilian in a secluded village. But when fate thrust Sakura into the picture, he knew he could no longer avoid his past. ItaSaku. Spoiler up to Manga Chapter 449. Prequel to The Return of the Heir.

The Lost One is fairly popular, but for good reason! Itachi is the one here with amnesia and Sakura is a double agent. In Konoha, it's been Hokage!Danzo since the Pein attack and I'm sure you can imagine what that means for the village... Highly recommend!

Sakura Haruno's Least Favourite Romantic Tropes - Sasstenance || ao3 || unrated || kakaobi & narusasu || amnesia AU || incomplete

Obito Uchiha has formed an unfortunate acquaintanceship with retrograde amnesia. Sakura Haruno, despite being the most socially aware child in her genin team, is like her two peers in being still largely friendless, and in dire need of a confidante.

Sakura's father drags home amnesiac!Obito to live with the Haruno's and although Sakura isn't initially happy about the situation, she warms up to him. Obito sort of trains Sakura a bit and becomes her new friend. Plus, now with her tearful discovery that Sasuke actually likes Naruto, she's determined to make sure they're together! Very fun.

Tree & Blossom - Anannua, coolgirl3890 || ao3 || T || iruyama || babysitter Yamato AU || ongoing

Here he was, an ANBU operative with the ultra-rare Wood Release ability, being insulted through his bachelor pad's dingy bathroom by Sakura, a child who was distantly related to the person who gave him the ultra-rare Wood Release ability through years of unethical experimentation.

Kid Sakura is somehow related to Orochimaru and the Hokage assigns the job to keep an eye on her to Yamato. You guys, this fic is adorable! Another kid fic (I love), parental!Yamato, amnesiac!Sakura, pre-massacre, all of the kids are friends, and let's just give Iruka the honorary title of Naruto's dad.

To Come Back To You - thekatthatbarks || ao3 || M || kakasaku || amnesia AU || complete

Kakashi wakes up in the hospital after a mission and has amnesia. He's forgotten the last sixteen years and Sakura doesn't know how to act around the man who doesn't remember he's her husband.

Amnesiac!Kakashi makes for an awkward situation where Sakura has to pretend that they aren't in fact married. I believe Sakura is 28 in this I love that the cast includes lots of Kakashi's generation! Also, I'm fairly certain this is on ffn too.

Amnesia - The Reading Cat || ffn || T || narusaku || amnesia AU || complete

Sakura wakes up in the hospital with little knowledge of her past. Will she recover her lost memories? Or will she just have to start a new life with old friends? If she can't remember, it may just put her and Naruto's lives in danger. NaruSaku.

After a mission gone wrong Sakura is unable to remember anything past the age of eight. Her mother is definitely a headache in Amnesia, but Sakura and Naruto are great and it's got a pretty good ending!

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Oh boy, I really need to update my other lists! Thanks to everyone for bearing with me :)

Also, I feel like I know some more (it's an itch in my brain!!), but I can't remember for now...

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