#sssnippetaday

[pinkhairedlily]

it is unfamiliar and foreign, the first time sakura washed him. a side mission, on the riverbank, he was getting a hold of all the functions and routines of a single arm, and she offered to scrub his back.

sasuke flinched at the featherlight grazes. something so gentle couldn't possibly ran over his scars and rinse them clean.

"you're allowed to ask for help, you know." sakura's hands were steady and calm, so when his senses faltered, he knew it was his skin trembling—and his soul, his being, all of him—quiet aftershocks dissolving in the suds. 

he starts to look forward to home and these gestures that become his constant. sasuke shrugs off the clothes that bear the world and all its secrets and sakura holds him in an embrace that tethers the lightness of him.

against her rosette crown at midnight, he confesses the worst, "this village remembers the me from long ago. him, too, itachi, and the things we did."

"hush." she burrows closer to his warmth. "tonight, you are just you. you're sasuke, only sasuke. you exist in this moment and that's all you need to do."

he realizes, bit by bit, from his fresh wounds to stitches to scabbing, her tender touches had the strength to never let go, the tenacity to believe he would heal, and the trust to hold him if he doesn't.

this is how he stays.

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[rabbitholessk]

dramatics

Sasuke and Sakura laying in bed one morning when her alarm starts blaring —they both flinch.

“Dear, I need you to move.” He’s practically draped over her, his arm laying heavily across her midsection.

“…call in sick.” Sasuke grunts.

Sakura tries to pry his arm off. He’s remains unmoving.

“You know I can’t.” She says softly, slight disappointment in her voice. Sasuke fakes a cough next to her neck.

“Your husband is sick and you would hate for your patients to catch what I have.”

“Tempting.” Sakura reassures. They both hear the sounds of Sarada making tea from the kitchen down the hall.

“Besides. I want to see Sarada off, she has a mission today.” Sakura answers, stretching her limbs underneath his hold.

“Hm.” Sasuke breathes against her neck once more, this time defeated.

“Don’t pout. Perhaps I can pull a few strings and be home after lunch.” Sakura finally pries her grumpy husband off of her.

“See that you do. Your husband may as well be dead.”

Sakura watches from above the bed as Sasuke settles himself in the space she’s just vacated. “…I’ll be out in a minute.” He mutters into her pillow. Her dramatic husband was cute sometimes.

fin.

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[motheryoon]

don’t tease

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[adelinevw7]

the only flower that blooms in hell

This was a legend far, far older than she was. Its origins were lost to time and repeated telling had muddied the details, but she could attest that most of it was real—after all, Sakura Haruno had contributed to its unweaving.

Because now, nothing remained of all the legend’s mysteries. Now, she slept in the tender embrace of an erstwhile terror, marveling at him: the way the light of dawn settled softly on this shapely mass of dreaming man, whose legs were tangled up with hers under the covers of their marriage bed.

She had conquered the beast, and the spoils were all hers.

Sakura could scarcely believe it, but here they were: released from the snare of enchantments, free to embark upon the rest of their lives unstoried.

But first there was the tale, the terrible tapestry before her touch had unraveled it. Thus we return to the beginning.

***

Once upon a time, a tyrant king ruled over his lands without mercy. He was as beautiful as he was cruel, with eyes clear and dark as a winter’s night, and pale unblemished skin. His stature was likewise unmatched. In all the land, there was no one who stood as his peer in strength and agility—who could mount a horse and wield a sword as well as he did.

The monarch’s name was Sasuke Uchiha.

All those who lived within his domain were compelled to bend to his will: from the lowliest peasant to the wealthiest noble. So absolute was his power that nothing mattered save what he wished—not even the most heartrending plea could move him, nor the most meritorious display of skill.

Or so the stories held.

But there came a time when an old sorceress knocked at the doors of his castle, seeking shelter. On a whim, the king allowed the crone entry, but soon turned her out upon seeing her face. She had given no name, but he thought he recognized her features—wasn’t this hag of the Senju, the ancient enemy of his house? So Sasuke sent his knights to whipping her, until her back was bloodied and shredded into ribbons. Then she was thrown out onto the road, to fend for herself against the king’s own hounds.

“Away with you, Senju scum! The likes of you have no claim to my hospitality!”

The woman met the despot’s gaze with a slippery smile, her eyes gleaming with foreknowledge.

“So be it, brat. But you will regret this.” Her tongue slid across her bloodstained bottom lip, erasing the red. She bared her teeth at Sasuke, and despite himself, he shivered in the face of her stare. “Your rottenness will become manifest, Uchiha boy: on your form and in your mind. You will wish, very dearly, that you did not cross me—oh! And you will find no salvation on your own!”

She laughed, sounding younger and more hale than her appearance suggested. The king and his guard knights stood frozen to the spot as she went on, “Nothing will ease your suffering henceforward… except if you find yourself a flower that willingly blooms in hell!”

The crone vanished after that, seemingly into the mist. As soon as she had gone, the king sank to the ground, bent by a sudden affliction. A yell tore itself out of his mouth as the cracking of bones commenced, twisting his tall frame into a wretched hunch. His fingers curled into his palms as he fought the urge to scratch at his skin, which was slowly being covered by coarse and wiry fur. He threw his head back, eyes flashing open to reveal the blood-red irises of a predator, framed by ghoulish yellow sclera.

“Damn you, Senju witch!” The sound that burst from his throat hardly sounded human. Sasuke thrashed and growled as his robes gave way to burgeoning flesh. Even the stoutest of his knights shrank back from him in terror.

“Damn you!”

The curse had begun.

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[loserdiaz]

seven sentence sunday!

tagged by @hippolotamus @jesuisici33

this is from my most recent wip, the good omens au!! 💗

The Garden of Eden, 4004BC

"That went over like a lead balloon." 

Eddie glances over his shoulder as he hears that voice. There he is, the snake from the garden— the one who came to cause trouble and chaos with just the simple action of muttering a couple of words. 

It stretches and transforms into its human shape as he comes to stand next to Eddie and— it's nothing like he's been expecting. His hair is a dark shade of blonde, almost brown, and his eyes are the prettiest shade of blue. 

No demon should have those eyes, Eddie thinks almost absentmindedly. It's not fair that a fallen angel looks that good, radiating that intoxicating allure that Eddie's been warned about a thousand times. 

He remains cautious, knowing demons are the temptation personified— he's just seen it, after all. Looking at this one isn't a good idea, Eddie can feel it down to his bones. 

"I supposed it did." Eddie ruffles his own white feathers and looks away, to the horizon. Stares at the quickly darkening sky as this new weather thing called rain is about to start falling on them.

"Did that seem like a setup to you? I mean, this huge tree in the middle of a garden with a ‘do not touch’ sign on it? It's begging for attention." The demon says, his voice a little raspy but sweet and Eddie tries to shrug him off. "If She really didn't want them to touch the apples, maybe she should've put the three on a big mountain… or maybe the moon." The demon muses and keeps talking as if Eddie isn't quite literally his enemy. As if they're not on completely opposite sides, here. 

tagging (no pressure): @monsterrae1 @buddierights @prettyboybuckley @prince-buck-diaz @shortsighted-owl @thewolvesof1998 @panbuckley @the-likesofus @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @messyhairdiaz @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @barbiediaz @dijkstraspath @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @starlingbite @transbuck @transboybuckley @ebdaydreamer @diazblunt @bekkachaos @911onabc and anyone else who wants to do it!!

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[keithisbae1]

AU: High school student Sakura wakes up and finds herself in the future married to the bad boy Sasuke Uchiha. It was almost like she was watching through someone else's eyes.

The way she kissed her husband's cheek lovingly before he went off to work and drove her -their- daughter Sarada to school.

What the hell was this? She was top of the class and had a reputation to uphold.

She couldn't marry him.

She wakes up and is certain that it was all just a dream, nothing more. Well, it's not like she had anything to worry about considering they’ve never spoken to each other before.

Except she finds it difficult to concentrate in school the next day and would find herself staring at him on occasion.

It's just a dream Sakura, your overthinking.

It doesn't help that she hears and sees things that link to the dream 

"I like the name Sarada."

Sakura stiffens not able to help herself overhearing. Why were they talking about names for their children when they were fourteen?

Sakura excuses herself from her friends going up to his table. She'll just have to take things into her own hands then. 

All the boys stopped talking as she approached confused as to why the goody girl she was would.

"I hate the name Sarada!"

And walked away.

There! Now she ruined all their chances and he probably found it weird that she randomly went to their table like this. 

If Sakura kept doing things like this, Sasuke Uchiha would never look her way.

It was perfect.

Sakura mentally patted herself on the back well done for the idea as she sat back at the lunch table her friends were at. 

They were looking at her weirdly but she was too pleased with herself to care.

"Uh, what was that about?" Naruto finally asked looking at Sasuke. He just shrugged and they continued on their discussion of their fictional future children's names. 

Except what Sakura didn't know was that every little action of trying to put Sasuke off her to change their future only made him interested in her more. 

Like just imagine how chaotic Sakura would be 😭 Going around doing anything to stop Sasuke from being interested in her.

She knows he smokes up on the school's rooftop so she goes up to purposely annoy him, giving lectures about how smoking is bad so that he would hate her. Only for him to be intrigued by her.

She read in the diary about a time Sasuke took her to the nurse's office because she got hit on the face by a football. So she stayed in the class far away from the school's football pitch on the day of a match. 

Only the boys were messing and playing with one in the halls and Suigetsu accidentally kicked in the class and which is how it landed smacked against her face tipping her off the chair.

Sasuke offered to take her to the nurse's office and didn't leave her side missing the match. 

She would purposely go out on her way to snitch on Sasuke, calling him out to the class and in front of the teachers. Because everyone hates snitches but he was completely chill and just found her amusing.

No matter what it always backfired. 

They graduated high school and Sakura thinks that she succeeded because they weren't together and he didn't try to approach her asking for a date.

When the reality was they didn't actually get together until their 20s where they bumped into each other once again in a coffee shop with Sasuke being the one to ask if she was interested in meeting up sometime.

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha x sakura haruno #sasusaku drabble #sssnippets #sssnippetaday #sasuke uchiha #sakura uchiha #keith's drabbles #that's all my posts cleared from queue now

[sasusakuaudios]

SASUSAKU SEX AUDIO -6 FULL VERSION (Part-1 to 4)

The full version (video version - part 3 and 4) can be accessed on my pateron. I am sharing the links here.

HEADPHONES MANDATORY!! R18 content

Hi everyone, here is the translation-

Sk- Sasuke-kun? , Sa- It’s snowing heavily.. I have to inform the village, Sk- oh no! Sarada will he fine with her friends, Sa- Is there something in your mind?, Sk- I wish things ended dofferently than they did (Rekadu), Sa- We didn’t have a choice, it was necessary to protect peace.

Sk- Your hands are freezing, here (give me your hand), Sa- come here.

Sa- is your wound okay? Sk- yes, Sa- There was a point during the fight, I thought I lost you…. I… would have….., Sk- I know you would have done the right thing.

Sk- sasuke kun, I miss us like this (close to each other), Sa- It has been long I have seen you like this, Sk- Sasuke- kun!!

Sk- Don’t stop, Sa- Sakura….., Sk- I know

Sa- *fingeri** You okay? , Sk- Hurry! , Sa- Don’t complain later *Doing the do* , Sa- Sakura, I love you.. ( End of part one)

Sa- I was rough! Is your body okay? Sk- Yes,

Sk- we are not done yet. Sa- Hmm?? Sk- I wanna feel you more (gives him a hand) , Sa- *stops her* I won’t hold back now,

Sa- Do you remember the first time you were like this? After that you became family. * Enters her* *Stars rubbing the Cl*t*

Sk- wait! Start moving, Sa- **starts doing the do**, Sk- Sasuke-kun! , Sa- What? , Sk- Do it harder,

Sa- Get on your knees, SK- *squirts*

Sk- *gasps* , Sa- *Flashback* Sakura, Where are you?? Answer me! Sk- Sasuke- kun!! Please hug me. Sa- Cumming!

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[dxkk1104]

A quiet sob reached his ears.

A melody of pain came from behind him.

Clenching his eyelids, he counted to ten. He waited, listening to see if she was still crying. He didn't feel like talking in the middle of the night; he didn't want confessions or words of comfort. But Sakura didn't stop.

Taking a deep breath, he turned on his other side in the sleeping bag. Her long hair covered most of her face, but Sasuke could perfectly see the tears flying onto the already soaked fabric.

Extending his hand, he automatically exposed her other eye. Sakura only now realized that he was looking at her. With her eyes wide open, she looked into his deep black.

They didn't need any words.

Sasuke stared at her red skin, while Sakura tried to get rid of the last wet marks on her cheeks.

Unable to look at her like this any longer, he reached into his bag, pulling out one of three handkerchiefs his mother had made herself when he was still a child. Handing it to Sakura, he watched with what gratitude she received the small gesture.

Sasuke gave her a piece of the past; a thing that no one but him could have; without hesitation.

Wiping her nose, she handed him a handkerchief, but he stopped her with a movement of his head, conveying with a glance that she should leave it to herself. Instead, he gently touched her shoulder and pointed to the sky.

The stars were his anchor. He loved looking at them, turning off intrusive thoughts.

Sakura followed suit and after a while her eyelids began to close.

-

Sasuke fell asleep as his mirror, in which the stars are reflected, closed.

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[ayysyah707]

Sasusaku Blank Period Headcanons #2

As an introvert, Sasuke prefers to keep his thoughts to himself most of the time. that's why he got a travel journaling book. He likes to document his journey while travelling. Although, a large part of it filled with his feelings and and thoughts about Sakura.

It's not like the complete and complicated journaling book that the healthcare industry is currently developing to improve one's mental health. Sakura told him a bit about those tools, she's a therapy clinic founder after all. However, Sasuke just can't imagine if he has to use all the mental health tools all the time, especially not when he's working. Because he's just used to all of his occupational struggles and pressures.

There's a section in the journal that looks more like a collection of love letters. Sasuke usually just pour his beating heart out without thinking much about grammatical errors. It's filled with thoughts about the people he loved, unfiltered without the worry of getting embarrassed. Unless of course someone caught him writing those, or simply read the content.

There's one night when Sasuke and Sakura had to stop inside of a cave because the weather in the Land of Water mostly consist of rain. They spent a peaceful night there, with Sakura fell asleep fast. Sasuke sat beside her, and after his lone hand brushed over her hair to gesture her good night affectionately, he reached for his travel book.

He flicked open a page where a small pink tab sticked on it. There's a large title called "For Sakura - 1" on the very first page of the section. Sasuke flipped again, to one, two, three, five pages later. He was then marking down the sixth page, a blank page yet to be filled. He wrote down the same title that he wrote 5 times from the previous 5 filled pages. Sasuke then also wrote current date on the top right of the page.

For Sakura - 6

Tuesday, August 16.

Today we have reached the Land of Water. It feels like spring here. The weather somehow always has the hint of humidity and gentle breeze. It's always remind me of you, Sakura. You're such a gentle person. A kind and gentle woman that I took for granted. I can't imagine how much of a fool I was to reject your love. If I could meet the younger version of me, I would scold him and forced him to beg for your forgiveness.

The world is more colorful with you in it, Sakura. It's the same thing with how I will never realized how blue the sky is without looking at usuratonkachi Naruto's eyes. When I look at you, I see a peaceful morning with a little bit of fogs around, I hear the sound of birds chirping, and I could smell the peaceful smell of morning dew. I hope you can imagine what I imagined.

I am stunned of how your eyes reminds me of the majestic crystal cave I once visited near Iwagakure. I should take you there when we reach the Land of Earth. I am also always wondering of how your hair could be a simple reminder that eventually the winter will pass; and the spring will follow suit. The flowers in the Land of Flowers are nothing compared to your beautiful locks. Fuck it sounds so cheesy now.

I want to hold your hand forever. I have planned a wedding proposal for you when we're inside the crystal cave. that would be so memorable for you, would it?

The sea, the mountains, the sky. You're the one who pointed of how beautiful they're, Sakura. I never noticed such things. For me they're just... environmental stuff. But from your perspective, everything seems so beautiful. I guess beautiful eyes can see beautiful things. That's what my Sharingan isn't capable of.

Should I ask your hands right here, right now, Sakura? I could give you the Uchiha crest patch that my mother used to sew on the back of my father's clothes. It's my family heirloom, Sakura. Should I sew it on your spare clothes and surprise you?

Tell me how to propose you, Sakura. If I should kneel down and kiss the ground you walked on to prove my devotion, I would. Tell me, what I can do to show and prove myself to you? Kiss you? Make love to you? Hug you until my hand carved permanently on your back?

Whatever it is, whatever you want, I am here, Sakura. Besides you. I love you.

Sasuke.

Sasuke closed his book and tugged it below his bag. He snuggled closer to Sakura and slowly closed his eyes.

Little did Sasuke know, a pair of green eyes opened a few hours after he drifted to the dream world. Sakura opened her eyes, and were surprised because Sasuke's bag nudged a little bit closer to the makeshift campfire. Worried it would burn the bag down, her much slender hands reached for the bag. She didn't know there was a book beneath it so the book fell down near her knees. Out of curiosity, she read the content when her eyes catched her name on one of its pages.

Sakura then tried to muffled her tears after reading it, trying to not wake the light sleeper Sasuke.

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I was inspired by this song

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[pinkhairedlily]

it's the first time sakura wakes to sounds and smells not of her own making.

on her small counter, with a space only enough for her arms, is sasuke. his shirt is bunched up on his sleeve as the omelet sizzles on the frying pan.

"good morning," he says, even when the sun has not risen yet.

his poncho is on the pile of her laundry. his hair is tied in a ponytail. the sword on the floor, beside her medical scrolls. when sasuke moves, she hears the extra set of keys jingling in his pocket.

"good morning." it truly is.

they drink tea on her balcony while the village comes alive in staggered specks. sasuke is still finishing his when she steps out of her room, ready for another shift.

"i'll go now, sasuke-kun." she's blushing as she closes the door, this time with someone on the other side.

"sakura."

"hn?"

he pulls her inside slightly, the door inches ajar.

"i'll see you later. come home—" sasuke hides behind his too-long hair "—quickly."

sakura laughs quietly.

and so, enamored, he kisses her cheek. a little more sure now, he repeats, "come home quickly."

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[rabbitholessk]

Quiet Gratitude

Sasuke tugs on the long sleeves of his winter nin attire so they cover more of his wrist. This particular evening was bitterly cold.

Kakashi woke him for watch only five minutes ago and he already misses the limited warmth of his sleeping bag.

Sasuke’s perched on a tree branch a little above the rest of his teammates. From the ground below he sees a sleeping bag begin to rustle and a mop of pink emerge.

He resumes looking out into the vast wilderness, nothing is out of the ordinary. It’s rather peaceful actually, but he’s too tired to really be able to enjoy it fully.

He listens as familiar chakra laced footsteps climb the trunk of the tree and settle beside him on the thick branch.

Sakura tosses him a rolled up blanket. He catches it with ease and tries to hand it back to her.

“I’m ok.”

“Take it. It’s freezing.” Sakura pushes it back towards him.

“You should be asleep.” Sasuke chastises her.

“Probably.” She shrugs. “But tonight’s New Year’s Eve. I wanted to see the sky shift when midnight hits.”

He’s a little shocked. He was aware of the month but hadn’t realized what day. Between the mission and his training he’s been a little unfocused on days and time.

He does little to outwardly show his shock.

“Hm. How long till midnight?” He asks.

Sakura rolls up her own long sleeved shirt and looks down at her watch. “20 minutes.”

The two stop talking when they hear Naruto’s sleeping bag move around from below. A few minutes pass, Naruto’s thrashing calms, and Sasuke and Sakura sit side by side in a comfortable quiet.

More minutes must go by and Sasuke turns his head to glance at Sakura. Her head is leaned against the trunk of the tree behind her, and her eyes are shut. Small breaths escape her mouth, the cool air fogs from the heat.

Sasuke reluctantly unrolls the blanket she brought him and wraps it over Sakura’s body the best he can. He knows she runs cold.

An owl hoots nearby. Sasuke picks at a scab on his left hand and finds himself checking his own watch, which reads 12:01AM.

New Years.

Sasuke looks down at two of his slumbering teammates, then slowly over to Sakura who is passed out beside him. Her lashes hit the apples of her cheeks, tickling freckles that had been more prominent over the past summer.

His mind takes a tangent and recalls the tradition of kissing someone when the clock strikes midnight.

Sasuke finds himself tired, cold, and annoyed that he even remembers the damn tradition. Then he thinks how he hadn’t even thanked Sakura for the gesture of bringing him a blanket, and some company. Despite his prickly demeanor he did appreciate the sentiment.

Gazing wildly around once more he reaches underneath the blanket he’d placed over Sakura. Grabbing her nearest hand he gently brings her glove covered knuckles to his mouth pressing a quick close lipped kiss. He stuffs her hand away as fast as he’d pulled it out.

A silent thank you on a cold, quiet New Years.

#sasuke #sakura #genin sasusaku #sasusaku #naruto #genin team 7 #sssnippetaday #new years

[motheryoon]

like a tattoo

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[adelinevw7]

flower crowns

Sakura is shaking with laughter beside him, having joked about turning his silver streaks pink. He knows her amusement hinges on the thought that he would never do it, because he’s simply too cool to even consider a dye job.

What she doesn’t know is that she’s wrong.

Sasuke checks her giggles by poking her forehead, catching her off guard. To her wordless questioning, he replies, “I wouldn’t be averse, you know.”

She raises an eyebrow at him. “But then you’d be a pink-haired Uchiha.”

“Aren’t you a pink-haired Uchiha?”

“What, you’d like us to match?”

“Maybe.” He smiles; it’s his turn now to be amused. She still doesn’t know—he never told her—but long ago, when he was a young boy lifetimes away from sorrow, he had dreamed of wearing flowers in his hair.

“You don’t think it would be silly?”

Sasuke thinks back to that boy, who began to love spring before he even knew what love was. Then he considers the woman by his side, springtime personified, restoring warmth even to the remotest corners of his being.

What even is silly? Nowadays he only cares for her regard; in that green gaze lives a world where he can be.

Let him wear his flower crowns.

“Not at all,” he finally tells her, his smile turning soft. He pulls her to him, threading his fingers through her hair.

“Do your worst, wife.”

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[laniuchiha7]

Magic of Makeup

“Mama, why do you put that stuff on your face?” The three-year-old Sarada wondered.

“It’s so I look pretty,” Sakura answered.

Sarada was confused, her mama was already very pretty.  If anything her papa was the one who needed this ‘make-up’ stuff. Mama always called him handsome, she didn’t see it.

That’s when something clicked in the young Uchiha’s mind.

Sakura said her goodbyes and left to meet with Auntie Ino.

Sneaking into the bathroom, Sarada took her mama’s makeup bag and brought it to papa.

When she set the bag down, next to his spot on the couch, Sasuke looked at her  with puzzlement.

“Why do you have that?” He asked.

Full of confidence, his daughter said “I’m going to make you pretty!”

Not sure if he should feel flattered or offended, Sasuke slid off the couch and onto the floor next to her.

Walking through the front door, “I’m home,” Sakura said.

Her daughter came running towards her at full speed. “Welcome home, Mama!”

“What did you do while I was gone?” Sakura asked after she picked Sarada up.

She started snickering and pointed towards the living room. As she walked into the other room, a wave of concern hit her. What could Sarada have gotten into? Sasuke was home so it couldn’t have been anything too bad.

That immediately washed away when she saw her husband. He was sitting on the floor with red lipstick smeared all over his lips and chin, bright pink powder on his cheeks, and purple eyeshadow all around his eyes.

“Welcome home,” he said in a flat tone as Sakura tried to contain her laughter.

“I made papa pretty!” Sarada exclaimed.

“Yes you did.” Sakura told her.

#sasusaku #sasuke uchiha #sakura haruno #sakura uchiha #sarada uchiha #blank period #post naruto #sssnippetaday #uchiha family

[keithisbae1]

⚠️ CW: Angst ⚠️

"What do you have to say for yourself?" A little toddler's voice could be heard along with scattering as she went looking into the boxes for 'evidence'.

"This is a very serious matter, Mr Bunny, you're going to need a loyer."

Mikoto couldn't help but smile at Sarada's mispronunciation while watching her pretending to be a cop. Clearly taking after her father.

"Mikoto," she stiffened at feeling Fugaku's presence.

"We have to tell her." 

"She's just a baby." Her arms instantly wrapped around her body, as if that would somehow fix everything.

"And she's going to be asking questions, especially when they aren't back by Saturday. Sarada deserves to know the truth."

The truth?

About what? 

The fact it was a simple case of wrong place and wrong time.

That an accident occurred and she'll never see her parents again? Would Sarada even understand?

"Grandma, will you be Mr Bunny's loyer? I don't have enough plushies." Sarada's voice broke her thoughts. 

"Of course dear," she gave a fake smile kneeling beside her granddaughter. "Sarada... after this me and your grandfather would like a word." Mikoto's eyes met Fugaku's as if to say

'Just a little longer.'

It won't be easy, but she'll be there for her. They both will. 

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household essentials

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Sarada was used to the hustle and bustle of their home even though growing up it was just mostly her and her mama.

Now that's she's an adult, the house was never quiet either, but what throws her a little off balance is that it's her papa filling the silence.

He seemed so different but still so gentle and patient with her. Mama used to joke that papa's quiet because he's still growing into his tongue. Papa would glare at mama halfheartedly, and she would grin. He'd shake his head and smirk with a low muttering of 'annoying'.

What an odd couple. How could that one word means so much to them?

'Annoying.'

Then she remembers that her parents had a life before her, one filled with pain, sacrifices, and war. That one word encompasses their history and everything they had to get through to where they are.

"I'm leaving for my mission, Papa!"

He comes to the door and sees her off, like he did every day without fail.

"Have a great day, Sarada. I love you."

She still gets flustered when papa does this! She was an adult, not some kind going off to the academy, but she understands.

She meets the Hokage and before official business he'd always ask, "How's Sasuke doing?"

And she'd say same old, same old. He'll wake up, prepare breakfast, see her off, talk to mama, clean, read scrolls, talk to mama some more, and more chores.

"Still afraid of the silence, huh?"

She'd nod, and they'd let the conversation sit between them. This would be the part when one of them confesses to the other.

"I think he just misses her."

"We all do, Sarada." He wasn't wrong. In the haze of the morning, she'd still sometimes to open the door and rush her into her routines, just so she won't be late, but her father bears a heavier cross.

She shakes her head, "I think he regrets it. Not saying that he loved her with words. before she…."

"Sakura knew," he replies without any hesitation.

"I don't think it matters that mama knew. I think he still aches about how she was always the one to say it for the both of them."

"That bastard was always a coward." She didn't approve of this, she still held a torch for the only man in her life, but he let him continue.

"He's terrified that if he said it out loud, she'll be taken away from him too." Like his parents, his brother, everyone he ever loved.

"Now, she's still gone, and he's missed his chance," she finishes for him.

The blonde nods. There was a beat before the blonde was Hokage-sama again and briefs you on your short mission.

"Papa, I'm home!"

"Hn. Welcome back. Dinner's ready so go wash up."

She indulges him like this, talking about her day, asking questions so he doesn't feel the weight of the looming fact that it's just the two of them now, devoid of doting, nagging pinks and red in their life.

The conversations grew thin, and words were few and far now when she finds her courage, disliking the stillness.

"Papa, what did you love most about mama?"

He hummed and she knows he's reminiscing. It's so easy to fall into it,

"Sakura…" He lets mama's name slip from his lips, so gently and nostalgic.

"She gave me the reason to continue living."

He looked at her then and saw the tremendous love and affection he had for her. How even before she knew what it meant, she knew they were connected because of her. She recognizes why mama never needed words, never asked for it when papa's feelings are tangible enough to touch.

Cross posted on my AO3 here

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