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new zetsusaku au that I'm losing my mind over

seelie noble Sakura's hunting down an unseelie criminal, who's having the time of his life terrorizing humans and eating roadkill. Gotta drag his changeling ass back through the veil to face justice (if she doesn't kill him with her bare hands first)

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wip..........

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hands......

(lineart my beloved)

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Suspiciously plainly-titled KakuSaku (≖_≖) explain

I think I shared snippets in the AkaSaku server a while back when I started writing it!! An abandoned oneshot that I BELIEVE was supposed to have a??? magical girl or maybe demon Sakura in it, I can't remember exactly lmaoooo

Anyways, here's what I had written in it's entirety!

"Easy job, he said," Kakuzu growls under his breath, back pressed against the wall and his gun raised and ready. "Just in and out, he said. Just one guy, he said."

A bullet whizzes by his head as he just barely glances around the corner, his lip curled and his eye twitching as he jerks back. He's got one more clip before he's out of ammo and there's four assholes down the hall, waiting to blow his brains out. One of them, the beefy bald-headed guy, had already grazed his other soldier, but Kakuzu had fortunately already taken out three other goons. All he had to do now is get to the stairwell at the other end of the hall and down to the lobby.

Then he could go back to the base and break Hidan's nose.

The dickhead.

How the hell was seven assholes with guns in a decaying, abandoned hotel an easy job?

There's a muffled grunt down the hall and a chunk of the wall corner next to his head is suddenly blown away, shards of wood sent flying. A few hit his face, scratching up his cheek and forehead but, fortunately missing his eyes. Kakuzu growls again and quickly leans around the corner, catching sight of the shotgun that had just blasted the wall as he fired off three shots of his own. A vicious grin crosses his face as he gets one guy in the head, but he only manages to tag another in the leg. The other two, Beef and Shotgun, are quick to return fire and Kakuzu ducks back around the corner, grumbling as he drops the empty clip and loads up his last.

Definitely gonna break Hidan's nose.

The guy he'd hit in the leg is still shouting and wailing about all the blood he's losing, but, under his bitching, he can hear the other two reloading and decides to make a run for the stairs. As Kakuzu slides out, he pauses for the briefest moment, attention caught by a shock of red on the wall behind the men. It's extremely unlikely that the fire extinguisher mounted on the wall isn't expired, but he's willing to try anything if it means getting out of this dump alive. Quick to react, he raises his gun and aims, that grin returning as the bullet hits home and the extinguisher explodes into a massive cloud.

The remaining men shout and curse and Kakuzu turns on his heel, hightailing it down the hall and narrowly avoiding another bullet as it flies past his ear. He throws open the door to the stairwell and slides inside, slamming it shut behind him. He jumps the railing to drop down half a level, landing hard on his feet and grimacing at the way the the edge of a stair crumbles slightly underfoot. But, he doesn't have time to worry about that and takes off again, racing down the stairs but not risking jumping the rail again. He can hear the moment Beef and Shotgun burst through the door above, having seemingly left their remaining companion behind, and he curses under his breath.

Keeping his distance from the open middle of the stairwell, Kakuzu's glad to at least be two levels below them and not have to worry about getting shot. But there's still five more floors to go. The goons chasing him seem to have less qualms about risking the stability of the old stairs as he can hear the hard impact of them jumping and landing half a level down, three times in a row, and everything seems to shake slightly around him.

He manages to skid to a halt just as Beef lands in front of him, a grin on the big guy's face.

"End of the line, assh-"

There's an almost immediate rumble and the stairs shake for a moment before the ground opens up under the man and he falls down another floor, his eyes going comically wide as he cries out in surprise. Kakuzu doesn't have time to laugh, however, as Shotgun fires off, hitting the railing to his right and sending a few tiny bits of shrapnel flying. Cursing, he considers the goon-sized hole in front of him before sighing and jumping down, taking a bit of pleasure in the way he lands on the barely recovered Beef.

His weight sends the guy back down onto the ground and Kakuzu socks him in the face once, as payback for hitting his shoulder earlier, before hopping off of him and continuing down the last flight. He can hear him groaning in pain behind him and there's blood on his fist from he'd split the guy's lip, but Kakuzu is too concerned with making it down to the ground level. There's a chorus of curses and shouting behind him, but the door to the main floor is within sight and he barrels through it with a grin. He briefly considers finding some way to block the door behind him but decides to just get the fuck out of here and starts to race down the hall in search of the lobby and exit.

He can hear the moment the door is slammed open, a gruff, pissed off voice shouting after him, but turns a corner on the hall and enters the hotel lobby a moment later. The front doors are practically straight ahead and he can't wait to get out of this musty building and into the fresh air. Outrunning that big lug should be a br-

Something huge and heavy barrels into Kakuzu's back with a roar and tackles him to the ground.

Ah, the big meathead was faster than he seemed.

He narrowly avoids slamming his chin onto the ground, but his gun goes flying, skidding across the grimy tile floor and stopping a good 4 feet away from him. Now, Kakuzu himself is a fairly large man, but this guy is ridiculous and he's pretty sure he might be crushed if he doesn't get out from under him. He grunts and tries to squirm free, but Beef sits up, a knee digging into spine and a gun pressed to the back of his skull.

"Y'fucking broke my nose, dickhead," He growls before turning his head and spitting a mouthful of blood off to the side. Kakuzu goes still as he presses the barrel a little harder against his head, watching the blood seep down an open crack in one of the tiles.

"Now, I really wanna just smash your skull open," Kakuzu rolls his eyes. "But if you hand over that little trinket the dumbass up on the 9th floor gave you, then I'll make it nice and quick and just blow your brains out."

Right, easy job. Just go to the dump of a hotel, meet Hidan's contact, get whatever goods it was that the Boss wanted, then return to the base.

Easy.

Granted, Kakuzu hadn't been expecting some weird necklace with a…- bone? Or was it ivory? - medallion.

"Now, hand it over, freak."

Kakuzu opens his mouth to respond, but then the ground seems to tremble beneath them. They both tense, that knee digging into his back a little deeper as Beef sits up and looks around. The distraction is all he needs though and Kakuzu twists under him, managing to roll over enough to punch the goon in the throat. The gun goes off but just grazes his arm - the same damn arm - and Beef reels backwards, choking and trying to catch his breath. It's enough for Kakuzu to pull his knees up to his chest and then kick out, boots impacting the larger man in the center of his chest to send him flying backwards.

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Oh well of course I'll need to be asking about the classic "Untitled" doc

It's probably the oldest wip if the bunch lollll

Lil something I wrote up years ago (and then abandoned), a naruto rewrite (told through vignettes) of how different things might have been had Sakura and Hinata become friends in their early academy days

There’s the briefest moment where Hinata thinks she’s imagining things.

She recognizes the girl in front of her, of course-

(it’s hard not to; her pink hair makes her easily identifiable)

-but Hinata has no idea why she’s standing there, feet shuffling and kicking at the taller blades of grass as she crosses her arms behind her back and looks just about as nervous as Hinata does when she’s faced with socializing with just about anyone. When Hinata realizes that the pink-haired girl is, indeed, standing there, her mind rushes to put a name to her bashful looking face, working through frazzled nerves to eventually offer up a ‘Haruno Sakura’.

“You’re Hinata, right?” Sakura asks – softly, nervously – as her green eyes, hidden behind the bangs hanging over her forehead, stay pinned to the ground and Hinata’s first instinct is to shrink back and nod, completely at a loss as to why the other girl is talking to her.

It’s rare that anyone ever speaks to her.

When Hinata realizes that Sakura wasn’t going to see her nod, she replies with a soft, “Y-yes,” barely more than a squeak. Sakura shuffles her feet again, her bare toes nudging at the grass, before she finally looks up, arms shifting as she moves them out from behind her back. In her hands is what Hinata presumes to be her lunch, the bento box wrapped in a light pink cloth, and Sakura fidgets with the tails of the tie for a moment before she offers her a sheepish smile.

“Do you mind if I join you? I-I noticed that you always eat your lunch alone and, well, I usually do too but, uhm, I thought that maybe...? Unless you don’t wanna, ‘cause I super understand and, uhm...”

It’s obvious that the pink-haired girl’s nerves are getting to her as her speech becomes rushed, making her ramble on for a moment. But Hinata’s eyes go wide in surprise and she takes a moment to glance around – to make sure that Sakura isn’t actually addressing someone else, that she’s really asking to eat lunch with her.

They’re alone, of course. All of the other children had flocked into their usual groups the moment the Academy dismissed them for lunch, leaving Hinata to herself as she made her way towards her usual spot underneath one of the trees in the courtyard. It was the same spot she always ate her lunch, quietly watching the other children and silently admiring Uzumaki Naruto from afar-

(inwardly wishing she had the courage to approach him- to speak to him- to do just what Sakura is doing right now and ask to sit with him for lunch, but always finding herself too shy, too scared, to do so)

- as she was left to her own devices, fairly content to be alone.

But Sakura’s question fills Hinata with such an instant, blissful feeling that she can’t help the blush that begins to burn her cheeks, pale eyes wide with shock as she nods, the smallest, shyest smile breaking through.

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you KNOW i'm going to ask about ouran crossover 2 👀👀👀

OK SO BASICALLY

The Queen of Clubs

au as well as a crossover, where the Ouran story is set at a university/college rather than a high school (cause I can't write high schoolers anymore).

Sakura is a serial club joiner who's been in multiple different school/university clubs throughout her student career (sports, academic, general extra curricular, etc). Her extremely competitive side leads to her NEEDING to excel excelling at most of the clubs she's joined, but she's notorious for only doing everything once, no repeat clubs for her.

One day, bff Ino convinces her to join her in visiting their university's Host Club, which Sakura has heard people talk about, but thought it was just a bunch of pretty boys flirting with girls. Which, technically it is. Of course, she realizes there's more to it than just that and ends up enjoying herself as she and her friend have tea and sweets with a couple of the cute boys.

Unfortunately, Ino makes the off-handed comment of "Finally, a club you CANT join."

And Sakura takes that as a personal challenge.

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WIP: "fae2electricboogaloo"? 🤣🤣 (Fantastic name, btw)

Color me interested; what is *that* about???

It's a (potential) sequel to my ShiSaku Rodeo Lunar New Year gift, upheaved and beholden! I had some major insp for a continuation shortly after posting it, but only managed to write out one small snippet before a hard writers block hit haha

He forgets, sometimes, while staring into those pure green eyes and running his fingers through her petal-pink hair, that she's not fae like him That she doesn't belong here. There's no changing the promise he's made her. Shisui is bound to the oath he's made, no matter how desperately he wishes he could break his vow. He'd gladly take it all back, even if it meant she'd hate him until her dying breath. He'd happily accept her ire and covet her fury, if it meant he'd never have to lose her. (Wouldn't he?)

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another silly Sakura au hehe