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[shachiyie]

✎ My Works | Masterpost

Hello and welcome! In here, you’ll be able to see a compilation of my works. It will mostly revolve around sasusaku, but from time to time I’ll be writing other stuff— maybe a different pairing or an original work!

I don’t have a lot to share as of the moment, but this blog will be updated every time I upload something. I hope you enjoy my writing 💗 (despite my grammar lol).

Sasusaku

Fics

Rebirth: I'll see you soon (Ongoing)

: ̗̀➛ Reincarnation, Modern AU

Grieving over the loss of his brother due to an unknown illness, Sasuke calls a hotline in hopes to get help before the voices in his head gets worse. What he didn't expect is to hear a familiar name that's been haunting him since birth.

Snippets

time travel with a bit of chaos

Most are currently compiled in my twitter account, sooner or later I'll start posting here!

For the meantime, check my thread of snippets here ♡

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Original Works

A chief & a soldier (Short Story)

Inspired by one of Mahmoud Darwish's poems

They asked “do you love her to death?” I said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”

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[animepolaroid]

[miluoduo] - reposted w/ permission

[yazzdonut]

This is a comic I had the pleasure of doing for @uchiha-zine ! 🏓 I will never shut up about how much I would love for Sarada to have a little brother, so I made a comic where this happened. It was a honor to be a part of this project along with so many amazing artists and authors 💕

[emacitaas]

Inking for the first time in a while. Definately had to redraw her.

[shachiyie]

hello again tumblr era 🔥

[shiroi-sakura]

Guess who

[camarokay]

Victorian Times ☕️

[motheryoon-deactivated20250822]

in honour of sasuke retsuden release date, here’s something inspired by sasuke’s conversation with gigi

“do you love her to death?” he was asked by naruto one day. when sasuke merely blinked at him with his blank face and imperceivable expression, his best friend reiterated. “sakura. will you love her even in death?”

sasuke observed him for a moment before he turned his head to look at the moon. “when i die,” he said quietly, “speak of her over my grave, and watch how she brings me back to life.” naruto was silent, taken aback by the side of his brother in soul he’d never seen before.

“and should she ever pass before i do,” he continued, eyes focused yet unseeing all the same, gaze pinned to the moon, “bring her body to me, and bear witness to the way my heart beats for her, as i reanimate her with nothing but the flesh of her corpse and the love in my veins.”

they asked, “do you love her to death?” i said, “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.” (mahmoud darwish)

[ailaciel]

結婚おめでとうございます。 🤍👰🤵

Commission me! 💌: https://ailaciel.carrd.co/

[uchiwaflame]

— "would you really betray konoha for me?"

shippuden sasusaku angst makes me go 😭☝🥺😫🥰😋🥺😭🤌

[mayskalih]

Konoha girls

[lightcee]

Schmooze

-canon-compliant, blank period

-domestic fluff

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Sasuke has always known that Sakura was a chatterbox. As a kid, he has found it tolerable, but annoying. But after coming back to Konoha, he had found it quite endearing.

He never realized he missed her just talking to him.

It was more of an awkward, nervous rambling that first few days in the hospital after the war. But as time went on, she started being more comfortable, more herself when they talked. Especially when he starts reciprocating and telling her about himself as well.

By the time they were traveling together, it was just something that was part of Sasuke's everyday life. And it was unexpectedly soothing to him.

But he learned quickly that Sakura's normal chatter was nothing to her very in depth discussion about anything under the sun, when she's pregnant.

Sasuke still didn't mind her talking so much, but it does sometimes give him a whiplash with how Sakura tends to jump from one topic to another, or from her suddenly opening a very random and even weird idea.

Like what was happening now.

They were currently in an inn, just going by this small town in Wind. They were on their way to Fire country, since Sakura was close to her due date and Sasuke would really prefer if she could give birth under her Shishou's care. They were going quite slow—with Sasuke making sure Sakura wasn't straining herself as they travel, and that they would be inside a proper shelter each night. Sakura thinks he's being overprotective, but Sasuke would rather not risk it.

They were just about to sleep when Sakura sprang up her latest random what if to him.

"I was thinking of a slug, because you know, I'm really fond of Lady Katsuyu." She was saying.

She was answering her own question of if they were animals, what would they want to be.

To be completely honest, Sasuke was only half listening to his wife.

"But what would I look like that way?" She ponders out loud. "Like a pink slug? And it's probably a bit inconvenient, not having any limbs. Actually, not having a lot of body parts. So I'd prefer something close to us, you know? Like a mammal. Maybe a cat!" She smiles, looking excited as she turns to him.

Sasuke just nodded on cue.

"Cats are cute, they're lithe and agile. And they have good instincts. They're independent, too. I want to still be able to take care of myself. And I'd also rather be a predator than a prey." She says. "And you like them, too, so that's a plus. Yeah, I'd like to be a cat."

Sasuke just nods again.

"What about you?" She asks him.

"If you're a cat, then I'd also be a cat." Sasuke says simply. He didn't really have much thought about it. But he was sure he'd rather be whatever species she was.

"That's boring, Sasuke-kun." Sakura pouted. "You can't copy my answer."

"Do you want me to be another animal if you're a cat?" He asks with an arch brow, clearly amused at her antics.

Sakura scrunched her nose. She obviously didn't want that.

"Well, what if you're the one to decide what we both are? Like except for being a cats. What would you rather us be?" She asks.

Sasuke still didn't really think hard about it, and just blurted out the first animal he could think of.

"Octopus." He says.

"Huh?" Sakura asks with a giggle. And Sasuke couldn't help but smile at the sound. "Why octopus?"

Sasuke shrugs and then brings his hand that was placed over her body down to her butt.

"So I can have seven more limbs to touch your butt?" His statement ends as a question and Sakura starts laughing.

Which was partly his goal. After traveling for a few years together as husband and wife, and getting pregnant, neither shy away from talking about their intimacy now.

They had learned a lot about each other as they navigated their way through those first few months of marriage and sexual experimentation. And Sakura had learned quickly that when it's just the two of them, Sasuke has no filter and can have quite a filthy mouth. This comment was rather mild from him.

Sasuke knew she loves it though.

"I told you, you should have accepted that prosthetic arm." Sakura tells him lightly.

Sasuke just shook his head, smiling softly. Having just one arm can be inconvenient, but he had grown used to it. He has his susanoo if he really needs another arm (or set of arms), and when it comes to their intimate moments, they can both be creative about it. Sasuke didn't regret saying goodbye to that arm as a way to own his mistakes. It was simply the consequences of his past decisions.

"But if we're both octopuses, then I won't have this butt." Sakura then says.

Sasuke chuckles.

"Hm. A dog then. A corgi." He says this time, which triggers another giggle from Sakura.

Sasuke wonders if he also has become a chatterbox. At least to Sakura.

END

AN: just tried typing a story here and i liked what came out of my brain. lol

[pinkhairedlily]

“I’m sorry to do this during your break.” Sakura heads out the door with her luggage. “The conference will only take a week.”

“Don’t be.” In the cocoon of Sasuke’s arm, their toddler Sarada is asleep. More than ever, Sasuke relishes the opportunity to take some load off his wife’s back. And get to know their precious one after months of being on a mission. “Just…come back safe.”

Sakura tries to steal a quick kiss on his lips but the babe starts to stir. It’s Sasuke who closes the gap with a peck on her nose. The bloom of color on her cheeks is still fascinating to watch after all these years. “See you soon.”

She starts walking away but halts to look over her shoulder. “I forgot to tell you..she likes to squeeze.”

“As all babies do.”

Sakura seems to want to add something but she settles for a cryptic smile. “I’ll go now. Don’t miss me too much.”

‘I miss you already’, Sasuke thinks.

x x x

Sasuke realized what that smile meant as soon as Sarada demanded playtime.

It’s after dinner. He’s on the floor drinking tea while Sarada crawls on all fours. She picks the green dinosaur he asked Naruto to buy for her birthday and chews on its tail. She loses interest in ten seconds and starts to move towards him.

He silently cheers for her until she reaches his lap. A smile breaks on his face when Sarada tries to stand in her two wobbly chonky legs, but as soon as she is able, she loses her balance and holds on to —

“Aww!”

— his cheeks.

Sasuke tries to readjust but Sarada tightens her grip. He has no choice but to stop moving when he hears the first sniffles. His one arm wraps around her back and pulls her tighter to his chest. “Silly goof, you’re not falling. I got you,” he tries to tell her with his mouth bunched.

Sarada quiets down and her lips purses into a determined ‘o’. She gathers her father’s cheeks once more and squishes them together, unaware that her mother’s strength flows through her.

Inside, Sasuke is crying in pain. Yes, he is pretty conscious of his weight gain. Yes, he doesn’t care. And apparently this extra layer of cushion is Sarada’s newest fixation.

She lets go and claps her hands with a giggle.

“You’re a sadistic baby,” Sasuke says under his breath. He’s pretty sure his face is now deformed.

Sarada reaches out again and Sasuke lets her. He would do anything for her, even become her squishy toy. When he pulls her away so he can give her milk, she bites him and chews a portion of his skin. 

“Uchiha Sarada!” Sasuke hisses, but like a good father he is, he lets her believe he is a chew toy.

It still hurts even with when it's mostly gum and baby teeth.

She lets go after a few seconds and giggles. Then throws her fudgy arms around Sasuke.

“Ah, you’re such an emotional manipulator.”

x x x

Sakura arrives one week later to Sasuke with red cheeks. She quickly offers him an apologetic smile.

“Please teach her how to control your strength,” her husband says in a flat tone.

“Let me heal that real quick later but where’s Sarada?”

Sasuke points to the couch where Sakura finds Iruka and Kakashi sleeping with heads on top of each other. 

“I needed backup,” Sasuke sighs.

Both cheeks of their teachers are covered with pain relief patches.

Sarada, nestled between them, giggles in her sleep.

[shachiyie]

“Sakura.”

….

“Who are you to tell me–”

“Sasuke, just stop.” hearing her say his name without its honorific made him wince.

Technically, the Sakura in front of him is older. Either that or she lost–

…she lost respect for him.

He felt his heart clench over that thought, but could he blame her? With how things are in the present, surely things could be worse in the future.

The only communication they’re capable of is eye contact— something they’ve always done since they were genins. Both observe each other’s orbs, to see any hint of emotion, or weakness. But none could be seen.

The tension was cut when they heard another voice. “Sasuke-kun?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened as his head turned around to see another version of his old teammate, albeit the rosette he sees right now is younger…with longer hair.

As if things couldn’t get any worse.

He hears the adult groan behind him, obviously feeling the same.

On the other hand, teen Sakura feels like she’s getting suffocated. In front of her are two versions of Sasuke; one being an adult, and another as a kid.

Ever since they got here, all she’s been doing is avoiding them. She hears them chatter (most likely thinking what to do with their current situation), and tries to ask her questions in hopes to spark a conversation. Sakura wouldn’t budge though, she just nodded or shook her head as a response, much to their dismay.

Adult Sasuke understands why Sakura is acting the way she is right now, but they need to figure out how to get back to their respective timeline soon.

“Sakura.”

He heard her yelp, but kept looking in the opposite direction. Genin Sasuke clicked his tongue in annoyance, growing impatient with her behavior. “What’s up with you? Why are you suddenly afraid of talking to us–”

“Quiet.”

The youngest stood in silence, complying with his older self’s request.

“Sakura, I understand how uncomfortable this is for you right now. But we need your cooperation if you want to get out of this situation.”

It only took a few seconds before both heard the female sigh in defeat. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

— tbc.

part i | part ii

[shachiyie]

time travel fic with a bit of chaos

Sasuke cannot comprehend what he’s seeing right now.

He stares at the woman in front of him, a woman who seemed like an older version of his old teammate, probably in her thirties.

He takes a step forward, “You-”

But her sudden movement caught him off guard. The way she flinched and took a step backwards…

Their eyes remained in contact, but she looked at him with caution. She stared at him as if he was a stranger, an enemy.

This unfamiliar gaze she’s giving unsettles him, it’s frustrating. Taking another step, he tries to ask “Why are you-”

“Stop.” her cold tone made him stop. “Don’t you dare take another step.”

Suddenly, Sasuke’s thoughts stopped.

…

Sakura internally panics as the teenage version of her husband stares at her with wide eyes. As a shinobi, she was always prepared for anything, but she never expected to encounter this version of Sasuke again, when he was at the lowest point of his life, the person she dreaded, the very person she never wished to remember again.

A haunting memory resurfaced, she recalls how his chidori almost came into contact with her body, she couldn’t help but shudder. 

Is it wrong for her to be cautious around this unpredictable boy? Who knows what his next move will be?

No communication needed, their eyes said it all.

A lost boy– disbelieved at the fact that the person who he considered someone dear, had seemed to hold some sort of resentment towards him for god knows what. And a woman who was dragged into the past that she oh so tried to forget.

— tbc.

part i | part ii

[shiino-9]

[shachiyie]

A chief & a soldier

Short story— inspired by one of  Mahmoud Darwish’s poems;

They asked “do you love her to death?” I said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”

_________ ‗ ❍

A chief stares at the back of a soldier, someone who he considers a close friend, preparing his equipment for another war.

The former frowns, “I offered you to not participate this time, you did well on the last.”

“This is my duty as a soldier, I’m not allowed to do such a thing.” the latter responds.

“You have a wife awaiting your return.”

“Which is why I’m contributing as much as I can to end this outrageous war.”

“Meaning?”

The soldier turns around, and looks at his Chief, eyes that show determination.

“I wish for a peaceful country my wife and I can grow old with.”

The Chief could only sigh. He watches his good friend leave the tent, and asked;

“Do you love her to death?”

The soldier stopped on his tracks. Once more, he looked back to his chief, and smiled.

“Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.”

Taken aback by his words, he could only stand dumbfounded. The soldier chuckled at his confidant, and said his final wish.

“Should anything happen to me, please look after my wife.”

_________ ‗ ❍

Decades later and the Chief (former, rather), looks back at that fond memory. Sitting beside the tombstone of his late friend, he takes a shot from a bottle of whiskey he brought.

“She’s still mourning over your death, but she’s been trying to stay happy. She knows you would want that.”

Just like that, the flowers planted around the grave of the soldier swayed in harmony, and the wind sang a silent melody.