I'm so sorry to trouble you but can you please tell me 'The sasusaku fanfic' where sasuke has icha icha paradise book, and elders make a big fuss, the elders name is Kana Uchiha, I guess she's also shisui's grand aunt or something. I tried to find it in you fic recs section but couldn't, please try that fanfic was hilarious in the first two chapters. It's on fanfictionnet I think.
Hi nonny,
Thanks for stopping by, this is no trouble at all! 💕
I agree with you, that fic is hilarious! 😂 You're looking for Guilty, written by my dear friend @birkastan2018 😊. The rec is in the Non Massacre AU list, here's the direct link:
Guilty By: Birkastan2018SasuSaku ItaIzu Non-Massacre AU A romance/fluff/humor piece involving a misplaced volume of Icha Icha, role play, confusion, and a heartfelt love kept under wraps... How long before everything goes down in a big pile of doodoo? [Rated M, complete]
I hope you have a great time re-reading this story, have a nice week! 💜
Hi. Is it okay that i ask you about madasaku fanfic that i cant find? If its okay for you. I can't remember the title but they're soulmate in different time. And it seems like they can't be together. From the Maya Civilization to the Nazi Germany and to the present time. Where all the Akatsuki member are wasted, and both of them are relaxing together.
It's okay, but unfortunately I have no clue about the fic you're describing.
But maybe some of my followers recognizes it. If you do, please comment with your suggestions.
Also, @birkastan2018 has become a go-to person when it comes to finding fics. So, Birk, would you mind taking over this anon's ask? I bet you have better chance of helping...
Dear author, I'm not sure if your Ask Game is still open, but if so: would you consider writing something for Shizune? This is the line of dialogue I had in mind: "Tsunade-sama really came back for me?" Either way, thank you for writing and sharing your wonderful stories with us - and HAPPY NEW YEAR! 💗
Birk, I loved this line! I had an idea as soon as I read it. My mind went right to One More Mission so I wrote a little continuation. I hope you like it.
The day Shizune was promoted to Jonin should have been a happy one. It was the culmination of her life’s work, but something was missing. As she sat amongst her friends in the back of the pub, she felt like a stranger. And she hated herself for it. She was far from Konoha’s only orphan, but at times like this you needed someone to be proud of you.
The walk home was peaceful, the night air already dampening the lingering effects of the alcohol. All she wanted was to find her own bed and cry herself to sleep, but someone had other ideas. Mere steps from her home an ANBU so small it could only be Itachi landed before her.
“Lord Third summons you.”
Trying her best not to sigh, Shizune raised herself to her full height, and nodded her understanding. Soon she was standing alone in Sarutobi’s office. She had never seen it so quiet. There were no aides or advisors, not even a bodyguard in sight. It was unnerving.
“Shizune, I have a mission for you.” She tried not to flinch as his eyes narrowed, as if he was evaluating her every movement. “At Tsunade’s request, you will join her in her mission.”
“Tsunade-sama is retired,” she said, unable to mask her confusion.
Sarutobi propped his elbows on his desk and locked his long fingers together, then prompted his chin on them. “She is not. She has been on a mission for me for several years. Now you will join her. You will continue to maintain the cover that she is out of favor with Konoha as you gather information about The Foundation. Tsunade requested you to accompany her several years ago, but I wanted to wait until you were promoted to jonin. News travels quickly, she was here before you were issued your new uniform. In fact she is waiting at your apartment now. I expect you will be gone by morning.
“Tsunade-sama really came back for me?” A feeling of pride at being singled out by her mentor and one of the legendary sannin overtook her already muddled mind, and she felt the beginning of tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away, praying the hokage hadn’t noticed.
“She did. Now I’m sure there are a million things you’ll need to do before you go, but tell no one of your mission. You will be accompanying Tsunade to continue studying medical ninjutsu. Any further instructions will come directly from Jiraiya.”
“Yes, Lord Third.” She said, accepting her dismissal she turned to leave.
“Oh and Shizune,” She turned back to face him. “Congratulations on your promotion. You earned it.”
Dear Starshot, I recently saw your latest artwork for #Shisui Uchiha and the Lost Treasure of Asura and I am DYING to learn more about this AU. If you're comfortable sharing, is there anything you can disclose about it?? Is this related to the ItaShi Indiana Jones AU you mentioned before?!!?!?!?!!
Hi Birk, thank you so much for dropping by with this ask! Are you really voluntarily asking me to talk about my current obsession and fanfic baby though? Because I warn you, you may live to regret that!!!
"Shisui Uchiha and the Lost Treasure of Asura" is now the official title of my ItaShi Indiana Jones AU. I realise it’s been over a year since I first mentioned it, and it’s still a WIP! Pretty sure that says absolutely nothing good about the speed of my writing, but a lot about how busy my life outside of fandom is. Anyhow, it’s definitely one of those AUs that’s got away on me. I was planning one story initially, but now it’s kind of turned into three (plus a cracky oneshot), and this is just the first.
I’ve planned nine chapters total so far, but the bane of my life is currently number four. It’s sitting at 16,000 words and counting. Succinct writing? I’ve certainly never heard of it… So anyway, I kind of hit a wall there and decided to take a little break to come back with fresh eyes. That’s how I ended up working on the art instead. But I’d say I’m probably about halfway through the first draft (47,000-ish words).
I recently shared the opening scene and my draft cover artwork here. Ummm… what else can I tell you? Madara is the main bad guy, and he’s definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic. Shisui is an agent of disaster and chaos. Itachi is really… not. So their initial interactions go about as well as you could expect.
All the main characters have extensive back stories. I’m pretty sure you’re already familiar with my Machiavellian worldbuilding tendencies from reading Red Dawn, so it goes without saying I have just as many notes and plans, and as much fleshed out worldbuilding for this story too. And it will take a long time for all of that to be revealed! But the overarching theme is probably found family, which is different to anything I’ve done before.
At this risk of revealing too much, or boring you to tears, I’ll finish with another sneak peek, this time from Itachi’s POV:
When Itachi wakes, there’s nothing to suggest his day is going to be anything but routine.
He gets up at dawn as per usual, eating breakfast at the dining table alone, legs tucked beneath him on a comfortable zabuton. The solitude at this hour of day is something he prefers. It’s the only time the family home is quiet anymore—lacking the cold disapproval of his father’s increasingly judgemental lectures, the anger of his younger brother’s rebellion, or the resigned acquiescence of his mother.
By now, Fugaku should have left for work, and it’s still too early for Sasuke to be awake, given how late he’s been staying out at night. Either to irritate their father, or just avoid him entirely, he’s taken to frequenting the clubs and bars in Osaka. Mostly, he comes home. Some nights, he doesn’t.
More often than not, even when he is home his door is closed, the thumping bass line of some song or another seeping out from beneath it. Likely because he knows this angers their father even more than the leather jackets and spiked punk-rock hair style he now sports.
Part of Itachi has been glad to discover his brother possesses more of a spine than he ever has. But at the same time, Sasuke’s rejection of every last one of their father’s rules has only brought more unwanted scrutiny to Itachi’s far more minor transgressions. It’s as though, having decided his younger child is a lost cause, Fugaku now wants to be absolutely certain his eldest son and heir to the Uchiha family fortune is beyond reproach. To smother him with expectations until he emerges, a diamond from beneath the pressure.
But unbeknownst to Fugaku, Itachi has one flaw he can’t change. And it means that, no matter what, he’ll always be a failure in his father’s eyes.
Sighing, he swallows a mouthful of rice and fish, washing it down with the sweetened barley tea he favours. Pulling this month’s edition of Modern Archaeology across the table, he inspects its glossy cover and promptly chokes on his drink.
The face that smiles up from the page stokes a knot of hot irritation in his gut. Furiously, he skips to the article, skim-reading the text, despite the fact he knows it will only annoy him further.
"An up-and-coming star in the field of archaeology, particularly specialising in South-American cultures, Shisui Uchiha is an increasingly well-known fixture of the San Diego research scene. Curiously for someone so entrenched in the study of history, he is famously reticent when it comes to his own. ‘I did spend my early years in Japan,’ he confirms when pressed. ‘But I haven’t been back in a long time. The United States is my home now.’ Asked about his connection to the famous Uchiha family, he merely winks enigmatically. ‘Never heard of them,’ he says, before asking if we’d like a one-on-one tour of the dig site.
Equally at home in dusty ruins as surfing the palm-lined SoCal beaches, or scaling the cliffs of his native Joshua Tree National Park, he nonetheless shines in group settings too. At the party we attend that evening, to celebrate the opening of a new Aztec exhibit at the Museo Nacional de Antropología in Mexico City, he easily charms the crowd, finishing the night with at least half a dozen new admirers. It’s not hard to see why they like him. A conversation with Shisui is exercise in passion and obscure historical knowledge. Even so, much like the dig sites he frequents, it’s hard to say just how much of what he presents to the world runs more than surface-deep.
His motto in life? ‘Fall seven times, stand up eight,’ Shisui says with a charismatic smile. Where did he learn it? Chuckling, he brushes us off. ‘The school of hard knocks.’
Love him or hate him, one thing is certain—we haven’t seen the last of Shisui Uchiha’s brand of archaeology.”
Hate him, Itachi thinks, sipping his tea viciously enough to scald his tongue and immediately regretting it. Definitely hate. Hate how he’s reckless, impulsive, irresponsible, and doesn’t seem to take a single thing seriously. Hate that it looks like he’s never had to work hard for anything a day in his life—people only too happy to hand him whatever he wants on a silver platter, charmed by a pretty smile. Hate the fact that, despite their shared family name, he’s free to do whatever he likes. Hate the way people flock to him, falling into his orbit—and by all accounts, bed—like it’s somehow inevitable. And hate, most of all, that there’s a small part of Itachi which understands why.
Because hate or love him—and it’s definitely hate—there’s no denying that Shisui Uchiha is, objectively, a very attractive man.
Coming back to his senses and realising he’s been leaning over the magazine, frowning so hard his forehead hurts, Itachi straightens, closing his eyes and massaging the knot of tension out from between his eyebrows.
“Itachi—”
The tension sinks in even deeper. He opens his eyes. “Father.”
Fugaku takes in magazine, then his son, and Itachi really hopes his cheeks aren’t as flushed as they feel. It’s stupid, but merely knowing he feels the way he does about the man on the page makes him fear being caught. As though his father might somehow divine his deepest darkest secret, just by looking. Truthfully, Itachi sometimes wonders if he might not already know, or at least suspect. But if he does, it’s clearly a truth he’s chosen not to acknowledge.
“I take it you’re prepared for our meeting this evening?” Fugaku asks, grim as ever.
Attempting a composed sip of his tea, Itachi nods. “Yes. Of course.”
Mouth a hard, unyielding line, Fugaku makes some indiscernible noise of disapproval, sweeping an appraising glance over Itachi. “Well, I suppose it’s too much to hope that anything can be done about your hair between then and now. But they’re a modern family. New money. Perhaps it won’t matter so much.”
Fingers tightening into the flesh of his thigh, Itachi has to remind himself to breathe. “I will do my best to make a good impression,” he says, inclining his head towards his father, penitence for his innumerable shortcomings—not least of all the choice to grow his hair out. It’s a small act of rebellion compared to Sasuke’s effort, but one his father seems determined to curtail as promptly as possible.
Poker face easing ever so slightly, Fugaku’s brows trend downwards, though their slant is still severe. “I know. You are my son, after all. And it is high time you were married with a family of your own. Perhaps then you will see the value in giving up these frivolous academic pursuits, and taking your rightful place at the head of the family business.”
He might as well build a box and stuff Itachi into it. Mold him to fit his own vision of the future. But Itachi has long since learnt that what he wishes he could have from life, and what he can have, are two very different things. So, just like his infrequent clandestine trips to the less desirable areas of Osaka’s nightlife, this too, he realises he will have to sacrifice. Duty before self.
“Yes Father, I’m certain you’re right,” he says, bowing once more as Fugaku leaves for work, closing the front door behind him with a click that reeks of finality.
As his footsteps crunch away on the gravel path outside, Itachi can’t help clenching his fists, until long after his knuckles turn white.
Theoretically, it’s a good match. From a family of good standing, his potential bride is quiet and well spoken—the perfect future housewife and mother. Their marriage would kill two birds with one stone, giving her father the son he never had, and Itachi—and therefore by extension Fugaku—control of their biggest competitor’s business.
All it requires is for Itachi spend the rest of his life pretending to be something he’s not.
The weight of it burns tight in his throat, threatening to break free on a rising tide of bile. He longs to cast off his gilded shackles, take a leaf from Sasuke’s book and do something completely crazy.
With a sigh, he rises from the table, collecting his dishes and depositing them circumspectly into the sink. Another day of work awaits.
Dear author, for the fanfic reader asks - would you consider answering: (13) What is your favourite fanfic trope? and (14) What kind of plotline are you always here for? Either way, thank you for writing and sharing your incredible stories with us!! 🙏🏻❤️
13: My favorite Fanfiction trope is probably the ‘oh’ moment when a character realizes their feelings for another and have to grapple with the sudden realization, but the enemies to lovers is another good trope I’m weak for.
14: I’m always interested by fantasy/magical AU plot lines that remind me of the stories I grew up reading. Anything with magic in it really. I’m always down for some of that.
Hi author-san! For the soft ask game, how about: (6) (14) and (21)?💗
6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).
i love my monolids. this is going to sound laughable, bc i am all of five feet two and a half inches, but i like that i am the tallest female in my family. i loved the way my body changed, and how i was just stronger when i was doing regular strength training. running on treadmills feels like a death trap but i could literally do squats and deadlifts for days (well, probably not anymore in my soft, jiggly post-pandemic state but you know what i mean lol).
i am at a point in life where i can get through small talks without wanting to hurl myself off a cliff, & i know twenty-year-old me would be very relieved to hear that. i like to think i'm a considerate daughter, grand-daughter, sister, friend, and dog-mom; there's nothing more important to me than my loved ones. i somehow managed to bring my dying monstera back to life. look at this beauty:
14. favorite feel-good show?
parks and recreations 🥰
family or youth oriented, wholesome kdramas like reply 1988, reply 1994, weightlifting fairy kim bok joo, extraordinary you, dream high, etc.
and strangely, horror/monster shows centered around ragtag bunch of misfits who deserve the world, like stranger things, sweet home, alice in borderland.
21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?
it literally does not matter what anyone else thinks. people are not secretly making fun of you behind your back. and even if they are, fuck it! their opinion of you means nothing, so don't give it the power to take anything away from you.
Kore, I know you absolutely do not need it, but GOOD LUCK on your promotional exam!!! 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀 I AM ROOTING SO FUCKING HARD FOR YOUUUU!!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳
You are simply the best ❤ I appreciate all of your kind words and encouragement, it keeps me going when I hit a slump.
Since I'm answering this post-test, I'll just let you know that my exam went alright. Keep those fingers crossed for me 🤞 I've been slightly burnt out the past couple weeks, but hopefully I'll finally have the time and inspiration to write soon!
Hello friend, for the soft ask game how about: (25) and (30)! 🌷
25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)
I'm a simple creature who enjoys writing more than anything else, so if you create or commission something for my stories I will love you more than life for it! Art, moodboards, your own story, I adore it all! @murd3rm1ttens made my entire year with her little podfic for Can't Afford Love on Minimum Wage, and the art you've commissioned for Tribute and for TVOTE + Outside of Love are SO BEAUTIFUL!! So many friends have created such stunning works for my fics, and I treasure each one.
30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?
I actually already answered this one here!
If anybody else wants to send me a soft ask, here's the list of questions :)
