ドーナツ魔女

title: c’est la mode rating: t summary: “i want to empower women. i want people to be afraid of the women i dress.” – alexander mcqueen. words: 4,487 notes: happy super belated birthday, stannide​ – my other leather bound half. does this even count as a birthday present anymore lmao idek. notes 2: let’s just pretend in this world sasuke actually has a sense of style. suspend your disbelief.

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The nine muses of Greek mythology are the personifications of literature, the sciences, and the arts.

Calliope, Clio, Euterpe, Erato, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, Urania. Daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne and gathered under Apollo, these goddesses inspire creation.

Art is their domain and knowledge is their power.

Invoke the muse. There is no art without inspiration.

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When Sasuke first hears about Haruno Sakura, he is sketching the ugly Tour Montparnasse from a bench in the Jardins du Luxembourg. The news comes in the form of a phone call from his business partner and best friend, Uzumaki Naruto, who claims he’s found the new face of the SASUKE brand.

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title: fire in the hole rating: t summary: the fire department and police department don’t exactly get along. part of police!AU series. notes: i’m lazy so this took longer than it should have. in consolation, this installment is much longer. first part here. disclaimer: b99’s dialogue is genius, thus many of these lines are from the show itself.

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“Uchiha, Haruno – I need you in my office,” Tsunade said as she walked past their desks. Sakura and Sasuke both nodded and followed her, closing the door behind them.

“What did you need us for, ma’am?” Sakura asked.

Tsunade shifted some paperwork around on her desk before leaning back in her chair. “We just got a call about a fire near downtown. The owner thinks it might be arson, so I want you two to check it out. A place called Ichiraku? It’s a ramen joint.”

Sakura raised an eyebrow. “Ichiraku Ramen? Oh no.”

“What?”

“Naruto’s going to be devastated.”

“He can deal. The idiot needs to learn to eat more than just noodles,” shrugged Sasuke.

Tsunade waved them away. “At any rate, go down there and see if you can find anything.” 

They exited of her office and their eyes fell on Naruto, picking at some unidentified gunk on his desk and blissfully unaware of the tragic fate of his favorite restaurant. Sakura turned to Sasuke.

“We should tell him. I feel bad that Ichiraku just burned down and Naruto’s still living in a world where there are still Miso Mondays.” She started towards his desk. “Hey, Naruto.” 

“Yeah! What’s up, Sakura?” 

“Is tha- is that dried gum you just put in your mou- no, never mind. Apparently Ichiraku burned down earlier today. Teuchi called. I’m really sorry.”

The gum Naruto was chewing fell out of his mouth. “WHAT? No, that place is an institution! It’s the best ramen in the neighborhood!” 

Chouji leaned over from his desk. “Weeeell, it’s actually the eighth best.” Naruto glared at him. “But a tragedy. Really any food related crime is a tragedy.”

“No, Ichiraku has a secret broth recipe that puts all the other ramen joints to shame.”

“I’m sorry Naruto, but I put out a weekly Konoha ramen-ranking email blast, and it’s only eighth-best. Quite frankly, they’re only seventh-best in mouth feel.”

Sakura raised an eyebrow at their exchange as Sasuke came up behind her. 

“Haruno, let’s go.”

“Just know that we’ll catch whoever did it. It’ll be okay.”

Naruto whimpered.

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title: isolate rating: t summary: in which sakura lands a spot in her idol’s much sought-after workshop. sasusaku hiphop!AU notes: i was imagining sasuke as a suave anthony lee and everything went to hell. i’ve wanted to write a hip hop AU for such a long time now, so here it finally is. think of the choreo as this. enjoy!

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Sakura moved through the streets of Konoha to the rhythm of the song pounding through her headphones. Her feet pulsed with the beat as she choreographed in her mind, weaving a new narrative through the music.

Against her better judgment, she closed her eyes for a moment near the street corner and popped to the percussion, twirling in place. Her spin was halfway finished when she heard an “oof” and felt her head knock against something hard. She opened her eyes to black ones staring back at her, accompanying a bemused expression and raised eyebrows. 

She blushed from embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t—”

"Paying attention to where you were going?" he interrupted, rubbing his chin. 

Sakura’s blush deepened in colour. “Yeah, that.”

Ino often told her to stop dancing in the streets lest she run into someone, break their neck on the pavement and face a million dollar lawsuit and jail time. Sakura always scoffed at her exaggerations, but from the redness forming on the man’s chin, she feared the worst.

"I’m so sorry – oh god Ino was right," she babbled. "Please don’t sue me."

The man simply shook his head and smirked. Sakura almost swooned. 

He was quite handsome, even with a bruised chin, and she couldn’t help but notice he looked vaguely familiar. But before she could pinpoint his face he began walking again.

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title: the language of love rating: k+ words: 2,014 summary: their correspondence needs few words. notes: post-699, during sasuke’s travels.  for sasukekuns and windsilk, the impeccable west family patriarch and matriarch.  happy holidays, everyone!

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As Sasuke expects, the first letter arrives a few weeks into his travels.

He’s walking through a small fishing town off the coast of River Country when the slug poofs into existence at his feet.  He starts and looks down, but relaxes when he realizes it’s a miniature of Katsuya with a small envelope tied to her back.  He bends down and picks her up, walking over to a nearby bench and setting her gently down.

“It’s from Sakura-san!” She says.  He nods his thanks and unties the envelope from her body with his one hand, and she disappears with a small pop.

Later that evening, when Sasuke’s settled in the inn he’s staying in for the night, he takes the letter out from his pocket and slits the envelope open with a kunai.  He’s been anticipating a letter from Sakura ever since he began his travels – he knows she would eventually send him one.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is the contents of the envelope.  As he takes the letter out, something else slips out.  He sets the letter aside and picks up the dropped contents off the floor, handling it gently when he realizes it’s two dried and pressed flowers, one a rosy pink and the other a pure white.  His interest piqued, he reads the letter:

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title: body rock rating: m (like preeetty m) notes: STOMACH LICKING SMUT BC SAKURA’S OUTFIT AMIRITE.  this got really long, i’m sorry.

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Sasuke slowly slides the door closed behind him, quietly slipping off his nin sandals and setting them on the shoe rack before making his way across the living room.  He can hear Sakura’s shuffling feet from their bedroom, meaning she was probably getting ready for bed.

He opens the door to find her unclipping her necklace and setting it on the dresser.  She sees him in the mirror and turns around, a smile brightening her face.

“You’re back early,” she whispers.  He nods silently before walking over to her, cradling her cheek in his good hand.  She closes her eyes and leans into his touch, a happy sigh escaping with her breath.

“Where’s Sarada?”  Sasuke asks.  Though their daughter isn’t the loudest of the younger generation, Sasuke is used to a loud padding of feet and a running jump hug accompanied by an exuberant “Welcome home, Papa!” whenever he comes home from a long mission.

He hates them now, long missions.  They keep him away from his family and god he misses them while he’s away.

“She’s sleeping over at Chouchou-chan’s tonight.  They have a project for the academy they’re working on, so she just asked to stay the night.  It’s just you and me tonight, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura replies, arms winding their way around Sasuke’s neck.  He smirks down at her, mismatched eyes staring into her green ones.

“Yeah, just us tonight,” he echoes.  He willingly bends down as Sakura tugs on the hairs at the nape of his neck, drawing his lips down to hers.

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drabble: the little things rating: k notes: post-699/the last, when sasuke comes back from traveling.  mindless fluff tbh.

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When Sakura first kisses Sasuke, it comes as a surprise to them both.

It’s not even a kiss on the lips – it’s a quick peck on the cheek as Sakura hurries out of her apartment to go to work.

Sasuke had stopped by in the morning to drop off medical files from Kakashi’s office and had joined her for a quick breakfast before Sakura had realized she was going to be late for work.

“Go ahead, I’ll do your dishes,” Sasuke says, already walking towards the kitchen with both of their plates balanced in one hand. “You’re late already.”

“Are you sure?  Don’t you have training with Naruto?”  Sakura asks as slips her boots on, leaning against the kitchen doorway.

Sasuke simply shrugs.  “He can wait a few minutes.”

Sakura nods and grabs her medical pouch from the living room, strapping it around her waist before running back past Sasuke.

“Thanks, Sasuke-kun!  We’re still on for dinner tonight, right?  I’ll see you tonight!”  She chirps as she stops briefly and presses her lips against Sasuke’s cheek.  He stiffens at the contact, but Sakura is already out the door.

It takes her approximately two-and-a-half minutes of running before she realizes what she did.  It takes her another five minutes and twenty-three seconds to calm down.

It really isn’t a big deal, Sakura thinks.  Technically she and Sasuke aren’t an item, but they spend so much time together that everyone knows they might as well be.  And she knows Sasuke feels the same way about her as she does about him.  So why was a kiss on the cheek even a big deal?  It wasn’t.

Except Sakura’s never actually kissed him before and to do it so casually must have freaked him out.  She spends a few minutes mulling over her careless mistake before grabbing a patient’s charts and spending the rest of the day immersed in work.

Sasuke is already in her apartment when she gets home from work, reading a scroll on her couch.  He looks so at home that she hesitates to disturb his reading, opting to drop her stuff off in the kitchen first.  She steels herself for the awkward conversation to follow and walks back to the living room, only to find him staring at her already.  She opens her mouth to speak, but he beats her to it.

“You’re getting comfortable.” 

Sakura blinks.  “Uh, I wasn’t really think-”

“It’s fine,” Sasuke interrupts.  “I don’t mind… being comfortable.” He turns his head away as he finishes his sentence, but not before she sees his cheeks turn pink.

There’s a few seconds of silence before Sakura grins from ear to ear and bounds over to him, squeezing next to him on the couch.

“Can I get really comfortable then?”

Sasuke snorts. “Don’t push your luck.”

Sakura giggles and scoots down, laying her head on his chest.  “This is nice.  I like comfort.  You’re comfortable.”  He hums in response, and she can feel the rumble from his chest. 

She smiles, closing her eyes to the soft pressure of lips against her hair.