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Bouncy’s Masterpost || 2019 Edition

This is something I started last year that I plan to keep doing! I present to you the good, the bad and the ugly of 2019!

♡ 2018′s Masterpost Order: from oldest to newest. 

Februrary 2019

[1] Wish I Knew You | 13,527 Words | T | KakaSaku & GenIno A lost bet and a forced dare brings two lonely losers together. Sakura never thought something as absurd-sounding as the ‘No More Lonely Losers’ program would land none other than Konoha’s hottest bachelor and her long-time crush in her lap. KakaSaku. Rating might be upped later.

Snippet:

“Sakura? What in the world are you doing under the table?”

She froze in horror as a certain silver-haired, dark-eyed man bent to peer curiously at her. “Is this some sort of fun three-way fondling in public, because you guys are not being very discreet about it.”

“O-of course not!” Sakura spluttered, and her head collided with the table edge in her hurry to get back into her seat. “Oww!”

Temari very much choked on her chuckles as Sakura pressed a soothing green hand to her head and lowered herself into a vacant seat with as much dignity as she could muster. “Kakashi, you dirty old man, don’t say such nonsense.”

March 2019

[2] Between the Lines | 1,711 Words | T | ShinRan [Detective Conan]

There was something about him when he was quiet, mind brimming with facts, with truths that could shatter the world that was so terrifying and exhilarating and she often found herself lost in thoughts of him, spaced-out looking at the arch of his brow and the slope of his nose and the pucker of his lips. One-shot. ShinRan.

Snippet:

Shinichi had always carried a confident tug in his shoulders, an arrogant streak in his eyes, and mischief in his smiles wherever he went. Even on the most brutal crime scenes those traits never faltered. But now … he was so contained now, like he walked on fragile glass instead of the earth. Like it might’ve shattered beneath his soles if he made the faintest impression.

This Shinichi walked in measured breaths, with his eyes peeled open and his shoulders hunched in ever so slightly—it was as if he wanted to take up less space, like he felt exposed. And Ran’s heart went out to him, every time.

[3] Closure, Part III of Resolutions | 2,220  Words | T | KakaSaku In which Sakura realises it isn’t too late to find happiness and lets go. [Three-shot, KakaSaku]

Snippet: 

She stared at his hands in her lap and wondered how to phrase her words in a way that didn’t make him bolt, “I think that… that people don’t see this side of you. I used to think you hated kids. But I don’t think that’s really the case. I think it’d be a shame if you never had children.”

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GSBO Comics Master Post

Main Comics

The Great Shinobi Bakeoff

More Bake Off

Make A Lemon Meringue

GSBO Season One: Madara

Cake Week (Part 1)

The 3 Rs of a Good Presenter

Cake Week (Part 2)

Disaster!?

Chocolates

Entremets and Evil Plots (Part 3)

Tactics in the Tent

More Competition? (Part 4)

Sasucake ):

Home Advantage

Tennis Cakes (Part 5)

Asks Comics

The Sand Siblings Check In

More Friendship Cakes

Even More Friendship Cakes

The Gaara Cake

Introducing Our Presenters

How Does Dating Work

Judging What Ifs: Hidan and Kakuzu

Judging What Ifs: Mei

Gremlins in the Tent

Questionable Judgment

Gremlin Obito

Hazards of Presenting

Boruto?

Best Judges Ever

Checking in on Team Gai

Sasucake! :D

Cheating at Life

Writing Bits

Flirting

Tailed Beast What Ifs

GSBO Season Two: Danzo

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Incandescent [1/3]

title Incandescent (1/3) summary First love doesn’t always mean true love. pairing itasaku (of course)

Part 2 | Part 3

“I’m calling off the engagement.”

Sakura blinked once. Twice. She wondered if she had heard wrong. Her hand found the gold necklace hanging from her throat. Fingers gripping the delicate chain. Everything started to sound a little muffled. Like she was hearing a conversation with her ear pressed to the door. 

Her stomach lurched as she looked up and found Sasuke staring at her. Those cold eyes burning into her as he looked her up and down. 

“Karin is much more suited to be Queen,” he added. And the words pierced the left side of her chest. With the precision of a butcher’s knife. Twisting almost as hard as her hands as they clenched into her skirts.

As Sasuke spoke, he held his hand out. It took a moment. Even when she stepped out of the crowd to accept it, she cast a nervous glance Sakura’s way. Because no matter how ambitious she was, Karin wasn’t a stupid girl. Scheming would be a better word. She had captured the heart of the prince she had so coveted. But public humiliation of his previous fiancee hadn’t been in her plans. One look into her eyes made that obvious. The girl couldn’t even hold her gaze for more than a second before averting her eyes.

Sakura looked down at the stain on her dress. Burgundy against the pale green fabric. Darkening the ruffles and the painstaking needlework. She could hear the mounting murmurs of the gathering crowd. The whispers leaking out like a hissing pit of snakes.

She swallowed. Very slowly, deliberately, she pushed her hair out of her eyes with her left hand. Then she stared at Sasuke from under her eyelashes.

“You could have handled this sort of thing in private, Your Highness,” she finally replied. His eyes narrowed.

“Are you the sort of woman who would have responded to that?” he challenged. The disgust in his gaze pricked her again. Sakura wondered what sort of lies Karin had poured into his ears for him to look at her that way.

Not that it mattered.

Sakura tucked her hair behind her ear. And then, in one swift motion, she grabbed her necklace and pulled. The thin link snapped. 

“Well, I suppose you’ll need this back then,” Sakura said. He held his hand out to accept it. And as the golden chain pooled in his palm, Sakura added, “Although, I have to say that this is cruel treatment for someone who loved you so honestly, Prince Sasuke.”

As his face twisted again, Sakura gave him a mild smile. She curtseyed. 

“Your Highness.” And then she inclined her head in Karin’s direction. “And Lady Karin.  I’ll take my leave.”

The crowd parted as Sakura turned around. All eyes on her as she strode down the tile. Out of the hall. The gasps and comments trailing after her, perhaps like her wedding veil would have one day as she stepped down the aisle. Her face glowing with happiness before she uttered those two words she had always looked forward to saying.

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flashfiction: five things i wish papa had been here to know (ii)

title: five things i wish papa had been here to know (ii) characters/pairings: sarada, sasuke and sakura; implied sasusaku summary: life after his return takes some getting used to.   notes: second in a series requested and written for sun-summoning​ — ;A; notes the second: special shout out to saradasass because it is her precious boba pearl day <3

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ii. i own exactly one picture

of my father, i mean.

my mother gave it to me after i threw a fit of pique—after i had nearly burned down the house doing my twenty-third katon. papa had not returned when she thought he would—when she had promised he would come home after i had let loose my tenth ball of fire.  it was not the first time i raged at her for his failings—it would not be the last.

anyway, the picture:

he’s leaning against the doorway of what must have been our first or second house (i know this because my earliest memory takes place in what i am told is our third). it must have been summer, because behind him, through an open window, i see mangoes growing on a tree in what must have been our backyard. he’s without his cloak, and clad in a sleeveless paint-splattered shirt with ragged cutoffs, and his hair is up in a mussed topknot. his feet are bare, and i can’t help but note that, like mine, the third and second toes on his right foot are the same length.  

(i do this more often than i care to admit—find myself in him, i mean.  

i am of him, even when i don’t always want to be.)

the paintbrush in his hand is dripping onto the white panel paper they must have laid out to shield the floor from whatever renovation they were completing. his expression—at once marred and enhanced by a slash of paint that cuts through his left eyebrow—is half-shadowed, but the easy set of his shoulders and the glint of teeth i see tell me that, at the very least, he was not unhappy in that afternoon shade.

the back of the photo is bereft of context, with no date to establish its taking, but i have my own ideas. was this the reconstruction era i’ve heard so much about—that year of stuttered breathing and whispered confessions, of grudging acceptance and wholehearted measures, between his first return and his first departure? had they already promised themselves to each other—had they pledged to live entwined? 

did they know then what was coming?

(in my mind, and even maybe, in mama’s, it must have been an age of questions. but, not for papa—papa who seems to handle measured silences with the air of one borne to certainty, who speaks rarely, but always resolutely. surely, he has never been unsure in his life.) 

or maybe it was taken soon soon after their marriage—maybe they were building their lives together. maybe they were readying themselves for me. maybe for the first year of my life, i slept, unknowing, under a lavender sky he had built just for me. 

so many possibilities. 

i know, without asking, that my mother took this picture. there’s no way the man i still do not know know would allow anyone else to see him so rumpled, so undone. she has always been the exception—even mama admits to that, though i would bet quite a lot that it took her a while to realize.

(“even you,” she said he had said to her, in another life.)

i compare this photo to the pictures mama has displayed in a position of pride, on the table near the entrance of our home. when i was younger, i used to think she kept them there to remind her of the man who had walked away from us, as some concession to his absence (if he were home more often, there’d be no need for pictures, or so i always thought). 

but the man in those pictures—fractured, his true self half-hidden under layers—bears only a superficial resemblance to the man in the photograph i keep on my desk in my room.  they have the same eyes, the same hands, the same solidity, but the man in my photograph wears “home” in his casual stance, in the barely-there curve of his lips.  

there is none of the vitriol that marked his earlier years, none of the discontentment that surely kept him away in my youth.  what sort of demons, real or imagined, drove him to leave?

i imagined the moments after the picture was taken.  did he pull the camera out of Mama’s loose hold and set it aside?  did he bring his hands to rest at her hips?  did he hold her close?  did their noses touch, the prelude to a kiss so practiced that their eyes shut in tandem?  what did he think?

did he know then he would leave?  did he warn her away from him then—seek to protect her heart?

most children dread hearing word of their parents’ secret lives, the parts of themselves they shared only with each other.  

i cannot get enough—i need to know that they loved once.

i need to know that they love still.  

and despite everything, the epiphany comes slowly, though it should not:

i want to know the man in the picture.

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tbc

[sonnechtreads]

Honestly these series has me sobbing like a bitch in the ground. I’m a multi-salu shipper, and sasusaku is one of the ships I also adoreeeee. But it’s so stupidly hard to find good fics for them?? And this? This ficlet series of the Uchifam is so soft I’m just chenuxjeuc

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flashfiction: the accident

title: the accident pairing: sasusaku summary: Papa Sasuke is left alone with baby Sarada and there is, despite his good intentions, an Incident. note: sun-summoning, you literally asked for this. thanks to lilmikomiko for checking this over for me. ;A;   note the second: I am utterly ridiculous.

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— When Sakura had first told him of her decision to leave the child in his care for the day, he had been apprehensive. Sarada was too young, he had protested, to be without her Mama, and he, Sasuke, was too unused to the demands of one so small to be left unsupervised. “Tsunade-shishou and I have been requested,” Sakura had replied serenely, “to check on Boruto-kun’s fever. Hinata is worried, and Naruto is distraught. From what they have told us, it shouldn’t be too serious, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, don’t you think?” Sasuke had been nonplussed. “I thought that they chose someone else to be his primary physician because of your emotional attachment to the child.” Sakura had huffed at him. “I was asked to come as a favor—Naruto requested this of me, not as my Hokage, but as my friend.” “Sarada will miss you,” Sasuke had replied. Sakura had arched a brow at their daughter, who was currently in the process of gumming the fabric of her father’s yukata. Her ministrations, such as they were, had left a barely noticeable dark spot on his shoulder. “Sarada will be perfectly fine; she’ll have a blast bonding with her Papa.” “…” “Don’t look so sad, darling. It’ll only be for a few hours, I promise. Our daughter is a sweet girl. She’ll give you no trouble.” — For the most part, Sasuke mused idly, Sakura had been irritatingly right. Sarada was a remarkably calm child; he would never tire of the way her dark eyes focused on him the moment he came into her line of sight, at the way her lips lifted at their corners in answer to his own smile. (That Mama had chosen to dress her in a tomato red onesie that flattered her pale skin only served to make her that much dearer to him.) She had eaten her puréed peaches with good cheer, and had suffered through his rather clumsy ministrations with a moist towelette with grace. After, she had been tucked in for her usual noontime nap, while Papa had taken the liberty of making himself a cup of tea for his efforts. The best part of today by far, was that there had been no Sakura to scold him about the dangers of picking up Sarada whenever she so much as whimpered. (Papas, Sasuke strongly believed, had the exclusive right to spoil their daughters.) And then, the Odor. It had happened slowly, and then all at once—the rancid, unmistakable smell that told Sasuke it was time for a Change. He had been appalled that something so rotten could have come from a babe so small and sweet, but when he had divested her of the soiled nappy, Sasuke had to admit that there were some things he would never be fully prepared to do. However, even that trial had been vanquished, with liberal amounts of baby powder, and again, the magic of moist baby wipes.

(The Diaper Genie they had received—from that blonde Queen of Harpies that called herself Sakura’s best friend, no less—certainly lived up to its lofty title.)

“Stay there,” Sasuke said. “Papa has to get the aloe vera gel.” He left the babbling child on the changing pad, her bright eyes darting to and fro, her chubby legs merrily kicking away at nothing particular. At the sound of her small sudden laugh, Sasuke found himself hard-pressed to stifle an answering smile of his own.  Now, if he could only remember where Sakura had told him it would be… Sasuke was startled out of his memories—and his search—by a muffled cry from the nursery. “Sarada!” Instantly he was on the move, slipping out of the bathroom, past the living, sitting, dining, and family rooms and into the nursery. There, on the soft mini bed placed they had installed next to the changing pad, was Sarada. She was looking up at the artificial sky that Sakura had bullied Sai into painting on the ceiling, and babbling nonsense words. At his approach, she turned to him and bared her toothless gums in a grimace before suddenly, and, without warning, wailing her displeasure with the world at large (and him, Sasuke knew, in particular). Sasuke nearly crumpled to the floor. — After applying the thrice-damned lotion, securing a new nappy, and checking Sarada for knots, lumps and bruising, watching her for signs of sudden lethargy and vomiting as well as ensuring that her eyes—however bright they seemed—still responded appropriately to sounds and stimuli, Sasuke settled into the rocking chair with her cradled in his arms. He felt an Apology was in order for the great indignity she had suffered under his care. Mama, he thought, would never have let this happen to you. “Papa is very, very, sorry, Sarada,” he said gravely. “He is a brute and a moron, on par with that dead last Hokage who stole Mama from us today. I know that for Uchiha, forgiveness is a concept with which we must grapple, but when you are ready—and not a moment before—Papa requests that you do him the honor of forgiving this slight against you.” Sarada burped and then turned her face into his chest. “I see that you need more time.” Her babbling, soft and nonsensical as it was, remained the only response he received. — “I nearly killed our daughter today.” Sasuke’s words, solemnly delivered, gave Sakura pause. Her brows furrowed together. “What?” “She fell off her changing pad,” Sasuke said mournfully, as he pushed his bowl of rice away from him. Sakura frowned. “She fell off her changing pad? Really? Or, she rolled onto the little bed you insisted we put there ‘just in case’?” “That,” Sasuke said, sinking lower and lower into his seat with every question. Sakura relaxed. “Ah, well, she will be fine, then. Babies are resilient. Did she cry?  There’s, what, a two-inch dip between the pad and the bed, isn’t there?” “One and three quarters,” Sasuke said mulishly, not noticing the teasing note in Sakura’s gentle question. “Well, she was playing with that stuffed dog Kakashi-sensei gave her when I got home today.  I’ll check her later to make sure, but I wouldn’t worry about it, Sasuke-kun.” She lifted another bite of pickled cucumber to her lips. “You mustn’t leave me alone with her again. I am a menace to our child.”

Sakura looked at him, exasperation and fondness warring in her verdant green gaze.

“You are a New Papa who loves his baby, and that makes you a New Papa who worries,” she murmured, reaching across the table to take his hand in hers.  "If it makes you feel better, we will take her to Tsunade-shishou tomorrow to have her checked—it doesn’t hurt to get another, more experienced opinion, after all—but she should be fine.  She’s alert, and responsive, and active, and irrepressibly happy if the giggles with which she greeted me are anything to go by.  You did well today, Papa.“

His lips quirked up into an almost-smile.  

"Thank you, Mama.” —

end

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My Translated Naruto Manhua (Doujinshi) Masterpost

I’m gonna try to keep this up-to-date but you know how it is, there’s also a high chance that it will never be updated from this moment forward. Do you feel lucky?

Long manhua that are more than one post will link to the first post only, but have the number of pages currently translated listed. Multiple posts SHOULD link to each other; if I forgot a link or one is broken, please tell me! You can also try clicking on the author tag to find other portions of a work in case of broken or no links.

Chinese to English translation requests are OPEN, but I of course can decline to translate anything without giving a reason. I will not translate post-699 canon SasuSaku so don’t bother asking; it’s my NOTP. Genin SS and AU SS is fine to request. I’m open to translating pretty much any other pairing; obviously if I also ship it I’m more likely to do it.

Multi-page Manhua and series

Kakashi’s Wish by @allhatakekakashi (Kakashi-centric, no ships so far; Time-Travel AU; p. 1-63 translated of ?) The Weird Tale of 1LDK by @yomi-gaeru (MadaSaku; Romance, Mystery, Horror; 18 pages) Tears by Da Biaosao (SasuSaku; Romance, Tragedy; 7 pages) The Mysterious Haruno Sakura by Da Biaosao (genin pre-SasuSaku; Fluff; 18 pages) A Little Bit by Da Biaosao (pre-NaruSaku; Fluff; 7 pages) Moment by Da Biaosao (pre-SaiSaku; Fluff; 8 pages) Uncle by Da Biaosao (pre-KakaSaku; Fluff; 20 pages) Cowardly by Da Biaosao (NaruSaku; Romance; 21 pages) After Class by Da Biaosao (NaruSaku; Romance, High School AU; 19 pages) Destination by Photinia (Temari-centric; Growing up; 14 pages) Lingering by @yomi-gaeru (MadaSaku; Romance; 24 pages) A Strange Heart-to-Heart by @allhatakekakashi (pre-Tsunade x Sakura; romance; 8 pages) NaruHina comic by Zhi Feng Chui (NaruHina; romance, past angst; two long pages) Hand Temperature by Da Biaosao (genin pre-SasuSaku, but more focused on Team 7 as a unit; bittersweet fluff; 24 pages) SasuSaku Modern AU by @yomi-gaeru (SasuSaku; Romance and Humour; 12 pages + a bonus page) Half-Hearted by Photinia (ShikaTema; domestic fluff; 9 pages) The Flower of Joy by @yomi-gaeru (SasuSaku, domestic fluff, 19 pages) From the Sea Mist by MAOQ (MadaSaku, SasuSaku, ghost story,  p. 1-11 long pages plus omake) You, Like a Sunflower by An Sikui (NaruSaku primary; plot lines for NaruHina, ShikaIno, and platonic/brotherly Sasuke and Itachi, and Hinata and Neji; modern AU; ch. 1-19 translated) Kindred Spirits by Translucence (wuxia and youkai AU about demon hunter Sakura, youkai Team Taka, and many others pursuing the Nine Tails; issue 1 is gen, but the artist ships SS so there is likely to be SS later; issue 1 translated, 52 pages) Wanna Be Friends With Kakuzu-sempai! by Paranoia. (crack KakuHida adopting Fuu comic; parts 1 to 6 translated so far) In That Box…? by Yan (R18 married ShikaTema, 22 pages) SasuKarin fireworks comic by Ssonno (10 pages) Madamew by Nina Zhang (AU where Madara is Hashirama’s evil pet cat) Millennium Bird by Goose (sad, tragic KarinSaku with background of Karin’s other sad relationships. IT’S SAD.)

Short Comics - Serious(ish)

MadaSaku hospital by @yomi-gaeru​ Madara as Team 7′s Sensei AU by MAOQ High School AU pt 1 by MAOQ High School AU pt 2 by MAOQ High School AU sketches by MAOQ Obito demands a Christmas Gift from Kakashi by @allhatakekakashi​ Youkai AU by MAOQ Baby Naruto and Team Minato by Uncle Loki Goose ObiRin - scars by LUMi Itachi Demands a Christmas Gift From Kakashi by @allhatakekakashi​ MadaSaku fashion designer and model AU by MAOQ Smol Sakura meets Smol Naruto by MAOQ ObiSaku by @yomi-gaeru​ InoSaku by Pettifogger Genderflipped Team Guy by @sikuzxxx​ KakaYama ANBU flirting by @asure95 NejiTen birthday by Mark KakaYama confession by @asure95 KakaYama art by Taiiii Young Sasori and the Kazekage by Paranoia Neji using concealer by L_O_V_E_is_E_V_I_L Consequences of Izuna’s Death by HANA✿ Izuna by HANA✿ Purple Lightning by @warishell-peaceisshell NejiTen reincarnation AU by reanrean Yamato supports Kakashi by qingzhuxi Madara and Obito reincarnation AU series 1, 2, and 3 by HANA✿ If: A Happy Story (ObiRin) by aramaginhiro Good Morning, Mrs. Hatake (kakasaku) by akatsukiyuki-hk Zabuza and Haku by Shumingzi Newborn (ShikaTema) by Yan KakaYama comic by Paranoia KakaYama comic by sleepingcrow KakaYama art by Pennybear How to Lose Face (Sakura x male Sakura) by Goose Drunk ShikaTema by Yan MadaSaku and never give up on Sakura by yomi-gaeru Kakashi x Reader comic by Dickbird Genderbend Sakura-kun design notes by Goose Moonlight Talk (ShikaTema) by Yan Good Morning KakaSaku by akatsuki-yukihk Zabuza and Haku by Shumingzi

Short Comics - Purely Comedic

MadaSaku time travel AU by @yomi-gaeru Team 7 by MAOQ Kakashi trolling Obito by @allhatakekakashi Actors AU 1 by Da Biaosao Actors AU 2 by Da Biaosao Kakashi and Yamato’s Eyes by @allhatakekakashi Team 7′s determination by Da Biaosao Team 7 has a hard time focusing by Da Biaosao Sakura wants Kakashi by Pollyanna Mirai and Kakashi’s Icha Icha Book Tour by @allhatakekakashi Kakashi gives Mirai a Christmas Gift by @allhatakekakashi Baby Naruto and baby Sasuke by @kazea-free Has the Rokudaime ever gotten fat? by @allhatakekakashi April Fools MadaSaku by @yomi-gaeru I Won’t! Believe! That Obito Never Did This! by ghosttt Sasuke’s Poor Clothing Choices by @yomi-gaeru Pikashi by Hikazi MadaSaku in a nutshell by MAOQ Infinite Tsukuyomi Cancelled: Dat Booty Too Fine by @yomi-gaeru​ Mad Scientist Tobirama by Kinkin Hashirama’s Day by River of Light No One Wants Your Grimy Eyeball Shisui by @sikuzxxx​ Minato-papa Gets Drive-By Trolled by Kakashi by Uncle Loki Goose Fire + Water = Steam by River of Light Gaara Meets Himawari by Zhifengchui About the Proposal 1-3 by theAya (canon ending pairings) Yamato sprouted by Jiangji_jiangji Marriage (NejiTen) by Mark Crush-Loaded (MadaSaku) by @yomi-gaeru​ KakaGai vs the Fourth Wall by @allhatakekakashi​ Madara-sensei AU 1 and 2 by Delicate Memento MadaSaku and IndraSaku by Delicate Memento Sakura is tired of cutesy SNS by @sikuzxxx​ NejiTen cuteness by L_O_V_E_is_E_V_I_L InoSaku hair switch by Flower and Bird NejiTen wedding by Pharaoh Rao NaruHina comic by Kurumi Silly Naruto vs Kakashi by ProperCybertron Happy Dragon Boat Festival by Glean  How to Draw Uchiha Shisui by YA Naruto Propaganda by Anonymous Beer by HANA✿ Deidara and Tobi’s Face by HANA✿ “On the Way Home” by River of Light Kakashi-bunny bullies Yamato-kitty by Mantoubaozou Hashirama can’t do dark and edgy by HANA✿ SNS Summer Vacation by Chairman Lan Boruto needs better â€œroll” model by gazelleoryx KakaYama daily life sketch dump by Pennybear Happy Birthday Kakashi! by mantoubaozou Beautiful Madara and Hashirama by Ashley Happy Birthday Sai by Three Bowls of Mala Soup Konoha Founders Good Brothers’ Day by HANA✿ Naruto hates veggies by Chairman Lan Halloween NaruHina by Kurumi Halloween comic by Scheiter The Story Of How Obito Picked His Fourth War Outfit by R-517 Hashirama and the Get-along Handcuffs by HANA✿ Kushina wishes Kakashi happy birthday by Psychemoon KakuHida â€œCan’t Ignore It” by Paranoia Deidara and Ino by yake1221 Sasuke is Tired of Naruto Playing the Friend Card by Chairman Lan Kakashi Character Eating Meme by Scheiter Team 8 and KibaShino art by Xiongwang Sancheng Sakura-chan the Jerk (platonic TsunaSaku) by @allhatakekakashi Kakuzu proposal to Hidan by Nina Zhang PopLee and PipiNeji by momoyuyu884 Naruko loves Sakura-chan, Sakura-kun, and himself by Goose Naruko is too happy about sleeping in Sakura-kun’s arms by Goose Team 7 watches a horror film by Goose Happy Birthday Obito by Scheiter

Other:

Collaboration with @yomi-gaeru, I wrote the words for a MadaSaku comic here.

Not Naruto:

Zoe’s language adventures with Newaza by Zoe p. 1-3 (slice of life, language humour) Ed x Winry: Height Difference by Lare

Last updated July 2018

[sonnechtreads]

I’m in the process of tackling Kindred Spirits by Translucence but I’m literally dying loving the fact that I have found this huge treasure of unread stories/fics/comics/etc fasfiuarg

[orlha]

Title: A Distant Cry from Spring Chapter: AU 11 -   Kakashi & Sakura: Birthdays (Fluff) Fandom: Naruto Genre: Fluff Characters: In this chp - Hatake Kakashi,Haruno Sakura, Shiranui Genma Word count: 408 Triggers(s): Tooth-rotting fluff Rating: G (for this chp) Additional Tags: – Notes: Not actually an AU, just didn’t fit into the narrative

Ao3

Sakura bounces along the road, making a beeline to the Amasaki teahouse.

“Anmitsu, anmitsu~” She stops just outside the teahouse with Yamato close behind and turns around to huff at them. “Sensei! Genma! Hurry up!”

Genma leans over to Sensei, holding out a five thousand ryo bill. “Bet you she’ll eat five bowls of anmitsu.”

“No bet,” Sensei replies, not bothering to even look up from his book.

Sakura flickers back, snatching Genma’s money. “I bet I’ll eat ten,” she says smugly and pushes Sensei forward. “Hurry up, Sensei! Amasaki has the best anmitsu in all of Fire Country. They only make six hundred bowls in a day!”

Sensei staggers forward, not really resisting her pushing but not really assisting either. “Yes, yes. Moving…”

“Sensei!” She pouts and steps away, hands flashing a series of seals.

Kakashi starts, reaching out to her, “Sakura-chan, there’s no need to—”

“No, Sakura!” Genma yells at the same time. takes several steps back from them.

Kuchiyose Summoning

Okiku appears in a large poof of smoke, more than a head taller than Sensei, sitting on Sensei’s now supine form. Yamato looks heavenward, muttering words that Sakura can’t pick out.

“What did we say about summoning in towns?” Sensei mutters.

“You promised me birthday anmitsu, Sensei! Are you going back on your words?! What if they run out!”

Okiku drags Sensei across the street, bounding towards the teahouse and shoves Sensei’s dusty face towards the waitress.

“Reservation for four under Hatake,” Sensei tells the lady as though a large wolf dog holding him up by his jacket isn’t something special.

“Ah, Hatake-sama!” The waitress bows, sliding the shoji door all the way open then eyes hesitatingly at Okiku. “I— I am afraid your… dog would have to stay outside. We have no doors big enough for it to enter.”

Okiku drops and wuffs at Sensei. “Thanks Okiku! I’ll takeaway some anmitsu for you!” Sakura chirps, pushing Genma and Yamato in.

The waitress ushers them to a private room and sets anmitsu and mochi in front of them. “There are fourteen more servings, so please let me know when you’d like your next.” She bows, sliding the door close behind her.

“Let me know… what?” Sakura blinks at Sensei.

“Ooohya?” Genma loops his arm over Sensei’s shoulders. “Someone reserved portions? Sakura-chaaaan, Kakashi reserved fifteen portions of anmitsu for you.”

“Oh, one for every year,” Yamato adds. “This anmitsu is very good.”

“Happy fifteenth birthday!”

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fic: pft, tradition

title: pft, tradition characters: Fugaku, Sakura, background SasuSaku summary: Fugaku considers whether his daughter-in-law is making a point. Nonmassacre AU. bit cracky. author’s notes: literally just wrote this in the last half hour, but I don’t know. The thought amused me.

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Fugaku does not profess to know Sakura nearly so well as his wife knows her, but when she visits they converse easily together, discussing subjects as diverse as the intersections between their work, the details of Sasuke’s most recent mission (which vary remarkably), or opinions on a recent film.

Thus he knows of her sense of mischief and her increasing exasperation with the elders’ clamoring for a male heir. As it becomes increasingly unlikely that Itachi will marry, talk has turned to the title passing on to Sasuke’s children instead. Couple that with Sasuke’s very untraditional marriage and the elders seem to have grown stubbornly married to the few traditions they have left.

Regardless of their quibbles, Sarada is still the heir by default, and though he recognizes the bias of his grandfatherly affection, Fugaku is certain she would be a fine clan leader. Itachi agrees, and has already begun a series of small lessons with her.

It doesn’t make the pressure on Sakura, expecting her second child, any less real.

And so when she gives birth, and they visit at the hospital to meet their grandson for the first time, he can’t help but wonder.

The baby is plump and healthy and very…

Well.

Pink.

While Mikoto coos over the child sleeping in Sasuke’s arms, Fugaku makes his way to Sakura’s bedside. She looks exhausted, but still smiles at his approach. She makes to sit up, but he shakes his head, and she sags back against the pillows.

“The first male heir of the Uchiha clan,” he murmurs, low enough that only she can hear him.

“No one will ever miss him in a crowd,” returns Sakura. Her eyes are only half-open, but he can still make out the familiar glint of mischief.

“Family portraits will be interesting,” he allows. He looks down at her, arms crossed. “I will confess to some surprise. I did not realize that your…”

“That my hair color could be inherited?” she finishes, with a raised eyebrow.

He nods. “Precisely.”

Sakura shrugs. “That’s DNA recombination for you.”

“What does that take?”

The corner of her mouth quirks up. “Chance. Luck, on my end.”

“Any way to turn that luck to your favor?”

“The human body is a remarkable entity,” she sing-songs. But the brief smirk she flashes him, though it does not confirm his suspicions, suggests that they are not unfounded.

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soft nonmass aus are killers the irony huh? this is so cuteee I’m also gonna keep a lookout for your #sasusaku tag just in case saksoifq

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naruto masterlist

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crying over this glorious day in which I have found so much previously unseen content 

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Have you read these KakaSaku Classics?

So much exciting stuff is going on in the fandom these days, but have you had the chance to read these old multi-chapter KakaSaku “classics”? All were written in 2010 or before and were plenty popular (just check out their review counts!).

Will of Fire by cynchick (M, 222k words, complete)

Respect and Understanding by ronny-of-yore  (M, 93K, complete)

His Fault by ronny-of-yore (M, 52k, complete)

Feeling You by cutecrazyice (M, 65k, complete)

Dirty Deeds by Serenanna (M, 250k, incomplete)

Fated by leafygirl, @leafytoo (M, 125k, complete)

A Lesson in Chemistry by leafygirl (M, 73k, complete)

A Poor Imitation by leafygirl (M, 89k, complete)

The Nature of the Game by leafygirl (M, 112k, complete)

The Last Hirameki by leafygirl (M,168k, complete)

Coffee Shop by leafygirl (M, 28k, incomplete)

Duty Before Honor by Silvershine, @silvershiner (M, 157k, complete)

The Window by Silvershine (M, 165k, complete)

Seven Days by Silvershine (M, 69k, incomplete)

House of Crows by Silvershine (M, 401k, complete)

Scarlet Scroll by Silvershine (M, 95k, incomplete)

Simple Things by Caitiy (T, 224k, complete)

Stripped Bare by J-Pop Princess (M, 295k, complete)

Some Light Reading by J-Pop Princess (M, 46k, complete)

Double Edged by nimblnymph (M, 347k, complete)

Winner Takes All by clearheart (M, 98k, complete)

Underwear by thatreevesgirl (M, 47k, incomplete)

A Marriage Inconvenienced by lulu42, @itslulu42 (M, 101k, complete)

Sinch in Time by Blade Rewind (M, 298k, complete)

Fade In by hasu86 (M, 69k, complete)

What the New Year Brings by Shippertrish (M, 140k, complete)

Which have you read? Which do you want to check out now? Let me know! And don’t forget to leave reviews for these OG KakaSaku authors! :D

Thanks to @raizagabriel for the beautiful gif.

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UHM Sasuke asking Sakura if they should have another baby

sometimes, when she has a day off from the hospital, sakura ties her hair up and puts on an apron and plays housewife. she washes the dishes and dusts the bookshelves and mops the floors, and sasuke watches her complacently, lifting his feet up to let her mop under the kitchen table. “thank you,” she tells him brightly. “not at all,” he says.

then sara-chan gets home from school, and housework is promptly forgotten. “i’m home, papa!” sara-chan greets, before disappearing upstairs with her mother, probably to braid each other’s hair and talk about classes or periods or fatal spots in male chakra pathways. sasuke never asks.

instead, he puts down the mission summary he had been reading, and goes to scrub the pans that sakura had overlooked, and put the books back on their shelves, and squeeze out the mop and dry the floor. sakura does housework with the enthusiasm but also skill of an amateur hobbyist; sasuke wouldn’t call it charming, but he never complains either.

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**when your heart straight up starts weeping with joy

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Title: Early Summer Rain Chapter: 15 (Final chp) Fandom: Naruto Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort Ship: Kakashi & Sakura, Sakura & Shikamaru Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Haruno Sakura, Nara Shikamaru, Shiranui Genma, Namiashi Raidou Word count: 3,926 Triggers(s): PTSD attacks Rating: M Additional Tags: Mental health issues, implied/referenced child abuse, Kakashi being a good teacher, Protective Kakashi Summary: Having parents doesn’t always mean it’s a good thing and just because scars can’t be seen doesn’t mean they don’t exist. The Chuunin Exams leaves Sakura an orphan and she doesn’t cry.

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PREVIEW:

The only person that would notice the changes in her before and now would be Shikamaru. She knew Shikamaru looked at her differently ever since she had left the hospital that night, but she hadn’t known what that meant. Perhaps him fishing her out that day at the lake hadn’t been a coincidence.

She pulls out her sandals, slipping them in the genkan. “I’m going to Shikamaru’s,” she yells as she pushes the door open.

“Be back for dinner,” Sensei says. “Genma’s bringing sukiyaki.”

“Okay!” Sakura replies, barely registering Sensei’s words.

If it hadn’t been a coincidence, then had Shikamaru been watching her?

She leaps off the building and onto the rooftop, adjusting the chakra on her feet to catch the tiles. She dodges a courier shinobi, barely glancing at the Anbu team hiding in the rooftop gardens watching the foreign merchant square. Genma waves at her from the shops below with a large bag of groceries, mouthing su-ki-ya-ki.

Had Genma known? Or Raidou? How many of them were watching her?

Sakura tries not to over analyze all their past interactions. She can’t start doubting them.

Watching her, waiting for her to what?

She ignores the obligatory manners to enter from the front door and lands in Shikamaru’s backyard, standing over his supine form.

“Did you know?” she asks, though more of a demand than a casual question that Sakura had intended it to be.

“Know what?” Shikamaru raises an eyebrow at her and part of her bristles at his lazy drawl.

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*getting ready to suffer*

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my heart. I love humor / fluff and im dead and I can’t wait to devour the repository

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a/n: a while back, there was a sasusaku au!fest or something, and i never got around to finishing my prompt of “jazz age”. but i was looking at @baasama‘s art, which always evoke a feeling of … what is the word for nostalgia for something you have never actually experienced? anyway, so i remembered this and dug it out and cleaned it up a bit, more sakamichi no apollon au than jazz age au orz.

i. the devil and the deep blue sea

Naruto was born in a small coastal fishing village: the type of place where even well after the war the women still went diving for seabed oysters and shellfish and the men went out onto the ocean in their little wooden boats, hauling fishing nets for mackerel. Schoolchildren wore sailor uniforms, as was the fashion in the city, but that was maybe the most modern thing about the place. The village kept to its traditions.

But Mr. Takeuchi who ran the general store had a wireless. Naruto liked to loiter there after school, eating ramen and listening to the news broadcast. Sometimes, when Mr. Takeuchi went into the stock room in the back to do inventory, Naruto reached across the store counter and turned the dial on the wireless. If he fiddled with it well enough, it caught the frequency of some American military base jazz station, which played Benny Goodman and Thelonius Monk. Naruto had no idea where the military base was, but that was the amazing thing about radio. You could hear all sorts of things from places far away.

His fondness for Benny Goodman aside, which certainly made him strange enough, Naruto probably couldn’t have fit in in such a village anyway: he was too tall, his shoulders were too broad, his hair was a shocking yellow – the devil’s own color, said Mrs. Yamamoto. That was, of course, a pile of steaming cowshit. As if the devil had any reason to favor the yellow when such a color as orange existed. But Mrs. Yamamoto’s sentiment was clear enough and shared by many: Naruto was strange, and different from everyone else, and if that was because his color marked him as the devil’s own, then that was as good an explanation as any.

Naruto bore all this with mostly good humor. He had an unfortunate amount of practice at bearing terrible things with good humor: his mother had passed away when he was young; no one ever spoke of Naruto’s father, except in his capacity as the devil; Naruto was poor and ostracized and the subject of ugly rumors; he was an unremarkable student in school and there was not much hope that he could escape his current situation through academic excellence. But Naruto smiled still, and went to school, and said hello to all the villagers when he passed them in the streets; and if sometimes he needed to go to the general store and listen to the discordant chords of a strange, foreign music–discordant, counter-melodic, extemporized, and yet, resolving itself into aftermath loveliness–well, perhaps Naruto saw something of himself in that discordance.

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*watch me fall in love with a series* gonna read the whole masterlist *CryingG

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i fear no fate

notes for haruno-will-of-fire, who requested sasusaku + travelling together. i hope you like how this turned out OTL 

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Sakura’s passed into her third trimester, glowing brighter than the constellations they use to map their journey. Sasuke wonders if they’re set to become the progenitors of the first line of pink Uchihas.

“No,” says Sakura, nestling into the curve of his torso and cinching his cloak around them both. “Your genes will win out, probably. Dark hair usually does.”

“Hn.” He toys with the ends of her hair, grown out from the smooth bob she’d worn it in at the onset of their travels. “I wouldn’t mind,” he ventures, halting and unpracticed. “If it didn’t win out, I mean. I guess.”

Sakura squirms in the V of Sasuke’s spread thighs, hooking her ankles around his, squishing her toes on top of his feet. Fidgeting.

“Spit it out, Sakura.” It’s a half-weary, half-amused exhale, ruffling the top of her head and sailing off into the humid air.

“And the eyes? You wouldn’t mind if—if—”

Sasuke knows that she’s not concerned with the color of their child’s eyes—or at least, not that alone.

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I’m going to consume everything sfaksfesf

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ONLY MY FAVORITE FIC OF ALL TIME AND UNIVERSE!!!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Honestly, I have been part of the Naruto fandom for so long, but never really got any ideas to write for it, despite loving so many pairs and having so many thoughts I couldn’t seem to put to paper. For that, I thank you greatly for not giving up on this story. Since you used the past tense, felt like a mistake, I’m hoping that’s not the case any longer, this is truly such a wonderful world you have created, and I wanted to thank you for it! I’m a die-hard Shisui (and Sakura) fan, and honestly the character development and how intricate the plot it, everything is absolutely amazing! Your story, whenever I re-read the chapters that are out, never fail to make me smile. This is such a wonderful world you created, and as you said, it’s a bit more personal, which makes me just all the more thankful you decided to keep sharing with us how the story goes. I can’t lie, Shisui is my favorite character, I love him tons, and I’m so excited about the overall plot and story, including the characters themselves. I’m a bit confused about the whole books and parts, I just know there’s more left, and wanted to thank you! Write at your pace, whenever it feels right, this story is truly magnificent. I do love it so very much! I find myself laughing at the lighter conversations between Shisui and Sai, but at the same time there’s an undertone of angst / melancholy to all the characters’ interactions, it is truly wonderful how you weaved such a world. Thank you!! I love strong Sakura who’s independent and oh so powerful and wonderful and so real, thank you!