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lalainajanes · 7 years

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Klaroline as mates and Caroline questioning Klaus' sanity and/or thinking he was knocked on the head one too many times in the last thousand years for this to even be a possibility. :]

Everywhere With You

She stumbles, deliberate and maybe too theatrical, wind milling her arms and tottering like the heel’sshe’s wearing are going to be her downfall. They’re not - Caroline spent muchof her early teens prepping for Miss Mystic walking the stairs of her house ina cheap pair of pumps from Payless (getting her mom to buy them had been an ordeal) with a book on her head – butthe creep who’s following her has no way of knowing that.

Caroline lets herself crash into a light pole, makes a showof catching her balance, and throws her head back with a laugh that’sboisterous and supposed to sound slightly drunk. She closes her eyes andfocuses her hearing waiting for whoever’s been on her tail to make a freakingmove already.

She usually sticks to blood bags, because that’s what goodvampires do, but tonight she’s willing to make an exception. If some creep’sgoing to pick her as an easy mark Caroline’s going to make sure he regrets it.

She holds her breath, her hair spilling down in messy wavesto cover the red of her eyes and fangs she’s let out. She’s sure someone hadbeen watching her, that the rustling of leaves in the trees that line thispathway back to her dorm room had been caused by something other than animalsand the wind.

Nothing moves, now one ambles out of the woods or speeds upthe path.

Still, Caroline knowsshe’s not alone.

It’s been a weird couple of weeks.

The transition to college life hadn’t been as smooth asshe’d always expected. She’d been so excited at graduation, ready to have akickass summer and tackle college. She’d convinced her mom to take a quick tripto the cabin with her and they’d had a great time talking and watching moviesand lounging on the docks. She’d started to feel jittery then, almost likeshe’d forgotten something important, had wracked her brains for what it couldpossibly be.

Repeatedly, even when she’d known it was silly.

When they’d returned home she’d scrubbed the house from topto bottom, organized and rearranged until her back ached (no small feat givenher vampire status) hoping to put the feeling to rest.

Nothing had helped and her bad temper had continued to grow.She’d mostly managed to keep a lid on it, her mom’s odd hours helping. Carolinecould manage a sunny smile and genial chatter for the hour or so they spenttogether at meals. Still, she’d caught the worried looks her mother wasshooting her, had to brush off and redirect concerned questions.

Caroline had started taking long walks, plodding through thewoods that surrounded Mystic Falls trying to figure out what was wrong withher.

At first she’d chalked up her moodiness to the fact that shewas lonely. Bonnie was gone for the summer, Tyler’s return date unknown as heseemed reluctant to leave the pack he’d befriended and Elena too wrapped up inher weird Damon thing to have muchtime for her. Caroline had tried to get a jump on her classes, purchased hertextbooks (required and supplemental)but when it came time to sit down and read them her brain just wouldn’tcooperate.

She was constantly restless, could barely get four hours ofsleep in a night, consumed extra portions of blood and binged on Cheetos tocompensate.

She’d desperately hoped that things would get better onceshe was settled at Whitmore. She’d planned to dive into extra-curricularactivities, hoped that being busy was what she’d need to feel normal again.

Six weeks into her semester she was forced to admit that allthe clubs she’d joined and committees she was a part of hadn’t helped as muchas she wanted them too. It was a littlebetter, true. She could get through a lecture, was on top of her homework. Hersleep schedule was still a mess and she had made zero new friends. Caroline’sold ones weren’t big fans of her either at the moment.

The feeling that something was off was like an itch, aconstant nagging irritant that she just couldn’t figure out how to fix. Maybeshe was just looking for another outlet and she’d imagined the eyes she’s beenfeeling on her all evening.

Caroline groans aloud, forcing her fangs away now that itlooks like she’s just a paranoid nutjob. She sits and flops back onto the grass(she’s in no hurry to get back to her room, she’s been snappy and extra cuttingwith Bonnie and Elena lately and they’re really not having it anymore, not thatCaroline blames them). She’s tempted to scream but settles for kicking herheels into the ground for a moment, shaking her head and clenching her fists.

She’s too old for tantrums but it’s not like anyone elsewill ever know.

She relaxes with a sigh, scrubbing her hand over her face infrustration. “Maybe I’ve been cursed or something,” she mutters. “I’ll getBonnie to check. If she’s stilltalking to me.” A noise from the treeline breaks into her self-pity party andCaroline tenses, rolling over and digging her hands into the ground in case sheneeds to spring.

She expects a smarmy frat boy, his hands up like he’s not athreat (which he wouldn’t be, but still) even as his eyes rake her over.

She does notexpect a giant freaking wolf.

The wolf’s golden in color, thickly furred and powerfullybuilt. It keeps its head is down, its pace sedate, no hint of teeth oraggression visible as it pads in her direction. “What in the…”

She’s just gathering herself to run when its head lifts, asif it had understood her words, meeting her gaze directly. Caroline deflates,because the tiny bit of hope she’d had that it was just a wolf (its size made it unlikely but a girl could dream) –something that she could outrun – is dashed.

Good thing she’d never deleted Klaus’ number. She’dconsidered it often over the summer, his words, the weight of them, ringing in her mind. Her last love was a long waysoff and she had a long list of things to achieve before it was something shecould even begin to consider.

She’d stared at it in the darkness of her bedroom, duringthose nights where sleep just wouldn’t come, thumb hovering over the screen andunable to make the final tap that would erase him, put him out of her reach. Atthe time she’d been annoyed at herself, at the tiny voice that insisted shedidn’t want to make it impossible tocontact him.

Turns out that tiny voice totally had her back because itwas entirely possible she was going to get chomped on tonight.

Again.

Caroline gets to her knees, holds her palms up and speakssoothingly, “Nice, wolfy. Good boy. I know we’re like, mortal enemies orwhatever, but I’m really not that tasty. Promise. The amount of artificialcolors and flavors I’ve been ingesting lately is really going to screw up yourdigestion. Trust me.”

It snorts, almost like it’s amused, but doesn’t halt itsapproach.

She stills when it gets close, breath coming out in analarmed huff as its snout nudges at her hip. She swallows back a yelp when shesees its jaws open – because those teeth were no joke – but he merely bitesdown on the hem of her denim jacket, tugging firmly in the direction of thewoods.

Caroline swallows, and tries to sound confident, “Uh, nooffense but I’m going to have to pass. I’d rather my body be found, you know?Have a nice funeral.”

He lets out another noise, this one impatient, dropping herjacket and licking her wrist. “Ew,” she squeals, pulling away. “Slobber, much?”

The wolf’s clamped down on her jacket again and this timeit’s less of a tug and more of a drag. She debates ditching it and making a runfor it but that seems like it’ll only piss off the werewolf – not something shewants to do. She might have an advantage in the woods, she knows the trails(running has been one of her attempts to cope with her never-ending ennui) andif she could just get up a tree she’d be able to call for backup.

“Okay, okay.” Caroline climbs to her feet. Her jacket’sreleased and the wolf circles behind her, cold nose nudging the back of herknee. She turns and gives her best unimpressed look, not that it gets much of areaction, but she starts walking towards the trees. “Kidnapped again. Notawesome,” she grumbles. Though she has to admit that this wolf might be hermost pleasant kidnapper yet. He hasn’t even growled at her.

She tries to speed up but the wolf stays on her heels.Caroline’s never been herded before but she can safely say she’s not a fan. She recognizes the path hedirects her too, knows it’s one of the ones that leads to the backroad on theother side of the forest. She’s taken aback, having anticipated he’d force herdeeper into the woods and not towards civilization. The trees are spindliertoo, unfortunately, nothing that she can scale high enough to get away fromsnapping teeth and claws.

She tries to stay calm, ignores the more rapid beating ofher heart. Caroline reaches into her pocket, grips her phone tightly. Maybeshe’ll get lucky and there will be a car she can flag down on the road. Thewolf bounds ahead of her at the edge of the forest making a beeline for thelarge black SUV that’s parked on the shoulder.

She should make a run for it but her feet won’t cooperate,random pieces of information clicking rapidly into place.

She knows thatSUV.

She hears a sharp crack before she can say anything, followedby the crunch and squish of bone and cartilage and sinew shifting. She takesthe few paces forward so she can see the transformation, just to confirm whatshe’s begun to expect.

It’s quicker than she’d expected, more quiet too, only a fewharsh exhalations as Klaus shifts into the form she recognizes.

Well, mostly. She’d never seen him totally naked before.

Except for those dreams that she pretends she doesn’t have.

Her eyes drift down his back before she can think of why sheshouldn’t let them, noting the parts of his anatomy she’d not had the chance toperuse that long afternoon where he’d been trapped in Silas’ mind game. It isn’tuntil Klaus stands, a graceful movement of muscle and skin that she can’t helpbut be a little mesmerized by.

Something he clearly notices if the unbearably smug littlesmirk he wears is anything to go by.

She whirls, crossing her arms and straightening her spine,“Yeah, I’m going to need you to put on some pants.”

His laugh is soft but she hears him opening a door,rummaging around. The quiet jangling of a belt and the whisper of fabric followshortly after. Her foot begins to tap without her permission, her impatiencegrowing as questions begin to whirl. She wants to peek over her shoulder(because seriously, how long could it take?Pants, shirts. Easy peasy).

“I’m decent, sweetheart,” he says, after an agonizingly longtime.

She spins on her heel, “I highly doubt that,” Carolinespits. He’s got his arms lifted, fiddling with the ever present cords he wearsaround his neck and this time she keeps her eyes trained firmly on his face andnot on any lifting his shirt may ormay not be doing.

Klaus grins, amused. “Perhaps you’ve a point.”

Her eyes narrow as she takes in his complete ease. It justwasn’t fair. “Decent people don’t scare other people half to death by being acreepy stalking giant ball of furry death, Klaus.”

He sobers, if only slightly. “I apologize if I scared you.It wasn’t my intention. I didn’t mean…” he trails off and it might be the firsttime Caroline’s ever seen him stop to consider his words.

“You didn’t mean what?”she presses. “What are you even doinghere? New Orleans sounded pretty freaking great when you described it. Did youpiss everyone off and get kicked out or what?”

His eyes light up, “Ah so you did get my message. I’dwondered.”

She hopes it’s dark enough that Klaus can’t see her facebecause she knows it’s possible she’s blushing a bit. She’d listened to hismessage more times than she’d ever admit, had a hard time tamping down thewants it brought out in her.

There was plenty of time to explore the world, she had toldherself. Her mother only had a finite number of years and the least Carolinecould do was get a college diploma she could brag about before she had to gooff the grid with her never aging face.

He continues, leaning back against his SUV, not waiting forher to reply. “And while I wouldn’t say I was kicked out of New Orleans therewere several people who were most displeased with my behavior.”

“Did you try to murder them? Because that’s not the way tomake friends and influence people, Klaus.”

He hums, lips quirking up in a smile, “Debatable, love.However as a matter of fact I did not. I merely got a bit… moody.”

“You?” Caroline gasps in mock surprise, laying her hand overher heart, “Well I never.”

He sighs in exasperation but it’s playful, pushing away fromthe vehicle and walking towards her. “After one particularly rousing fightRebekah told me that if I didn’t get out of her sight she and Elijah would teamup, find a witch, and smother me in my sleep. Repeatedly.”

Caroline shrugs, “You kinda have something like that coming,don’t you think? Given the whole dagger thing.”

“She found those. Unfortunately. Leaving me no other optionbut to retreat from the house.”

“And what, you came here? That’s an awful long walk.”

“Not directly. This was nearly a month ago. I headed out tothe Bayou, turned, wondering if some time as a wolf would help my temperament.”

“And did it?” Caroline asks, curious where this story wasgoing.

“I never got a chance to find out. I couldn’t turn back.”

“But you just…”

He shakes his head, “I went back to the house, had a greatdeal of difficulty communicating my dilemma to Elijah, as I’m sure you canimagine. Eventually, he got the gist of it, found a witch.”

“And the witch turned you back?”

“If only it were that easy,” Klaus says, the twist of hislips wry.

She’s about to ask what exactly that means but he steps a little closer, reaching out and wrappinghis fingers around her wrist. It’s gentle, something she feels like she canbreak if she needs to though she has no immediate urge to pull away. Herquestions stick in her throat when his thumb flutters over her pulse point, hereyes widening in shock at the jolt it sends up her arm. When he speaks againit’s quieter, with a hesitance that’s uncharacteristic, but he’s close enoughthat she doesn’t need to strain. “What do you know about mates, Caroline?”

“Mates,” she repeats slowly. “I know it’s about the leastsexy word for significant other there is. And that Dawson’s Creek made ittotally gross. Just because a boy thinks he’s your soulmate doesn’t mean heowns your hymen.”

He’s still touching her, and she still doesn’t mind, hisface relaxed and filled with a fondness that’s hard for her to look away from.“In terms of werewolves, love. It’s old lore, something I myself discounted soit’s reasonable that you’re unfamiliar with the stories.”

“Werewolves have mates?”

Klaus nods, “I was skeptical too. But the witch insisted,even under Rebekah’s very dire threats, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to tryher suggestion. Reasoned that I could always find someone more competent lateron.”

“Okay,” Caroline drawls, knowing she’s missing somethingfrom Klaus’ expectant gaze. “So what happened next?”

“We drove to Whitmore. I weathered Elijah’s incessantcomplaints about the fur on his upholstery. We parked outside your dorm roomand I was finally able to change back.”

Her jaw drops, a staccato burst of laughter spilling fromher. Klaus doesn’t even twitch, eyes knowing and patient. “You’re saying thatI’m…”

“Tell me, Caroline, did you feel off this summer? Pricklyand not quite yourself?”

How could he know that? “I…” she splutters for a moment, “Iwas just adjusting, you know? Things haven’t exactly been sunshine and rainbowsfor me, you know? I’m not…”

“My sources tell me Tyler hasn’t returned. That he’s met alovely young werewolf in his travels and seems loathe to leave Carson City.”

“That,” Caroline snaps, tugging her arm away from him, “isnone of your business.”

Klaus holds up his hands, dips his head in contrition,“Apologies. But I wonder if you’ve missed him like you used to. Or has itchanged, grown more distant?”

A small thread of alarm grows in Caroline at his tooaccurate words. “How do you know that?” she hisses.

“Call it a hunch. And you’ve not taken up with any of thecollege boys who seek you out.”

She throws her hands up, “Okay, seriously. How long have youbeen stalking me? That’s not okay, Klaus.”

Klaus’ eyes flash gold, a hint of temper in the set of hisjaw, “I had little choice, Caroline. I have no desire to live as a wolfindefinitely. I’d not have disturbed you, I haven’tdisturbed you, but tonight I couldn’t help it. The pull to you was stronger inthat form than I had anticipated and I couldn’t resist it.”

She digests that, studying him warily, “How long have youbeen here?”

“I arrived your first week. Right around the time yourirritability became a little more manageable, I’d wager.”

Bonnie and Elena had been alarmingly close to joining forcesand snapping her neck just to get some peace those first few days of sharedproximity, Caroline knew. It was only the easing of the varied extreme moodsshe’d been experiencing that had led them to back off. At the time she hadn’tput much thought into the change, just relieved she was functioning at areasonable level once more.

“So you’re saying I felt better because you were around.Because I’m your…” she can’t say it. It seems too crazy.

Klaus has no such issue, the word spilling out crisp andfirm, “Mate. Precisely. Proximity eases the worst of the symptoms though you’llstill be off unless we have regular contact.”

“Contact,” Caroline repeats, slightly dubious.

Klaus watches her carefully, eases back into her space. Heskims his fingertips up her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake, andshe fights a shiver. She shouldn’t wanthim to touch her but she body aches for more now that he is. His palm settleson her neck, slipping under her hair to cup her nape. She knots her hands inher skirt to keep from reaching out to him, thanks her lucky stars her bra hasa molded cup. “Physical contact,” Klaus elaborates, low and with an edge of roughnessthat has her stomach clenching.

She takes a shaky breath, tries to gather her splinteringthoughts. “You’re insane. I can’t…”

He takes her other hand with his free one, tangling theirfingers together. “I know this isn’t something you’d planned for, Caroline. AndI truly meant to stay away. But I couldn’t.”

She can’t think, not with the way he’s touching her.

Caroline grits her teeth and takes a giant step back,shivering for an entirely different reason, feeling cold and a return of thatprickling uncomfortableness. Klaus’ body goes taut, his stance widening as hefights to stay still. She takes a deep breath, “I’m not sure I buy this.”

His snort is derisive but she shoots him a quelling look, “Iadmit you’ve made some sense and some of your arguments are… persuasive. But Ineed to think. And do some research.”

He looks like he’s about to protest but she cuts him offquickly, “You’ve had time to think this through. I get the same.”

His expression conveys his displeasure but he nods, a shortjerk, and his eyes never leave her face. She takes a step back, “I’ll call you.When I’m ready.”

Klaus’ makes a soft noise of assent. “Fine,” he replies. “I’llbe waiting.” The words play on a loop as she retreats.

It was probably a bad sign that she found them comforting.

#klaroline #klaroline drabbles #excuse me while I try to drabble my way out of a slump #ofpaintandoil

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thefairyletters · 4 years

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NaruSaku Fanfics

I wouldn't say much – I love NaruSaku and I hate to see great works shadowed behind the piles of popular NS stories that I never have liked as much except for a few, which also I'll drop below in the list.

I'll update this list whenever I come across a story that I particularly enjoy or finds worth spreading word across. So be sure to like and reblog this post so you can revisit it to add new story in your reading pile later.

Also, genres vary and are not mentioned, but does it make any difference as long as the story is good?

Warning: super long post featuring beautiful, beautiful stories that you wouldn't regret reading. I swear. I'm positive. Contains SNS and other side pairings.

Without further ado;

How I fell in love with my best friend: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

How the little blond boy Sakura had always known had changed, changing as well her feelings. The unfolding of their life, while Naruto worked to become the best Hokage and she faced her own emotions. Growing Love.

(I have nothing but upmost reverence for this story. This author writes one of the nest NS and I have loved all. NS is beautiful and Sakura is badass. Everything we already know is here and more.)

Dangerous infiltration mission: Krapo || ff.net || M || complete

Naruto and Sakura are send by the Hokage for a difficult infiltration mission. They will have to face more than just the danger itself as they will have to keep their cover to be fake husband and wife credible. how it will impact the relationship between the two ninja. Growing Love. Misunderstanding.

(If you loved the aforementioned story, you'll love this one too. Mutual pining.)

All over again: Krapo || ff.net || M || post-war || complete

Sasuke come back, Team seven is reunited. But Sakura has lost Naruto. How will she make him fall in love with her again? What other difficulties lies ahead of them?

(Naruto loses memory. SasuSaku angst but not in romantic sense and I loved it all. Misunderstanding and more mutual pining. And I'm in love with this story too.)

Hit the floor running: Sakurablossom009 || A03 || M (but unnecessary) || Modern Hitman/Robbers AU || complete

Life was going great, Sakura thought. She was penniless, stranded in Europe without a way home, her fiancee had just dumped her for another woman AND her new companion was quite possibly a thief. How could things get any worse? Wait...was that guy pointing a gun at her?

(Now, personally, I don't prefer modern AU, but this story really had interesting characterisation and more character depth. NaruSaku is pretty spot on. It also features SasuHina and bamf!Hinata)

The greatest pretenders: snowyseas || ff.net || M || Borutoverse || ongoing

Fifteen years is a long time to not talk to someone you consider your best friend, and is made even more difficult when they (and you) are married. The things Sakura should have confronted Naruto about never came to fruition, but as an old saying goes, "the truth will always be revealed".

(Your typical I-made-a-wrong-choice-but-now-can-be-done story but unlike many other stories in this they don't admit their love for each chapter at the first chapter itself. In fact, it feels so canon and you can almost superimpose it upon the canon. Sakura is mentally strong and knows what's right. )

He was the sun: SavageTrickster || ff.net || T || Canonverse || ongoing

He had come a long way - from a lonely orphan ostracized by everyone to a loved hero. He deserved all these. His Hokage dream to come true. All the ramen he could eat. - Her eyes fell on a certain Hyuuga seated close enough for accidental touches. Her heart sank a little at a harsh whisper of reminder - And a deserving girl...who could give him all her love.

(So far so good. It's ongoing, and is at chapter 3. Sakura leaves Konoha much like how Naruto did, to explore the world aka seeing my headcanon in writing.)

Wilderness: Kanji no Sakka || M || canondivergent || ongoing

As the war screeches to a temporary halt, Naruto leaves the battlefield on a unique mission only he can complete. Sakura is ordered to go with him. In the days that follow their bond is changed forever.

(Although I hate any explicit stories that involve characters below age 17, I give this a pass because of the uniqueness of plot and characterisation. It has fine lemons that comes with a good plot.)

How It Should Have Been: OfPaintAndOil || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Sasuke was supposed to be the dark one, the unredeemable one. Naruto was the bright one, the good one. It wasn't supposed to be like this, with blood on his hands and glowing red eyes and a grin. Naruto was supposed to make everything better, and maybe he did, in the end, but Sakura had never expected the end to look quite like this.

(Featuring Yandere!Naruto. It leaves you wanting for more and is a fascinating read. It's dark themed so proceed with caution as your favorite character might or might not be dead.)

The Best Dates are the Cheap Ones: Shivakashi || ff.net || T || post!Timeskip || Oneshot

The whole point was to get the best date; that meant the richest and classiest guy, right? Sakura realizes what she has taken for granted and Ino learns a lesson in value.

(Sakura learns her lesson and snatches her boy. InoNaru is worth noting. Not the best characterisation of Sakura but bear with her jealousy for that is the reason why NS fluff exists. Story itself is very light and entertaining.)

mangoes and strawberries: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

Sakura Haruno was elbow deep in Naruto Uzumaki's guts when he asked her to marry him. It was so not the right time. But she still said yes.

(This story just screams NS upon every single line. Diabetes warning. Too cute for this world. One of the best NS fluff I've read thus far. It kinda sticks to you forever!)

18 minutes, 23 seconds: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || postwar || oneshot

in which Naruto asks Sakura about that time she literally reached into his chest and grabbed his heart with her bare hand.

(Heartwarming. We all know how Sakura held Naruto's heart on her palms and how we love that moment. This is memory of that moment reminisced by our cutie pies.)

One Big Uzumaki Family: John Smith || ff.net || T || postwar || Complete

A set of drabbles revolving around Naruto, Sakura, and their children. It turns out that, when the war ends, these two get busy. Real busy.

(IF YOU DON'T READ THIS MASTERPIECE HOW DARE YOU CALL YOURSELF NS FAN?!!! READ!!! This story should be on the top of your reading list.

UNDERRATED AF!

R e a d t h i s s t o r y and cry with me for this should have been canon. 100%)

My Life Would Suck Without You: peanutbutter126 || ff.net || T || oneshot collection

Sometimes it's the smallest things that matter the most.

(Read this and then One big Uzumaki family. You'll feel super satisfied. I promise.)

Colors and Carousels: Folle Sakura || ff.net || T || oneshot

She couldn't count the number of times she'd been mistaken for Naruto's girlfriend. Not that she minded. But Naruto acted like it was so… so… offensive.

(No words for this one. Just read and enjoy the confusion.)

Let's Get Married: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

It was supposed to be a simple solution to their immediate problems. But maybe they took more than they can chew?

(This is one of my few favorites that is also popular. Spot on characterization and beautiful relationship growth. This is one of the few stories that always stuck to me.)

Chasing Smoke with Bare Hands: soulaire || ff.net || T || oneshot

"I could have loved her," Sasuke says flatly. "If she'd just given me the chance—" "Sakura gave you all the chances in the world," Kakashi cuts in, stern. "You underestimated her. And you underestimated her ability to walk away from you. At the core of it all, that's where things went wrong."

(This story is for those who loves both SS and NS but thinks Sakura deserves happier life than what she got in canon. Features NS and slight SS.)

Touch: ohthelinsanity || ff.net || T || oneshot

Kakashi watches as his student grow to be more physically comfortable with one another. He finds it kinda ridiculous.

(Fluff. Feelings. Kakashi's fed up and might have diabetes from all the observation.)

Moonlight shadows: luvtoshi || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sometimes, the moon brings out hidden feelings to the surface.

(Beautiful literature. NS feels. You can almost mistake it for canon with the way characters are written.)

Seriously Serious: Damsel in Shining Armor || ff.net || T || modern AU || oneshot

He confessed to her when they first met. He confessed to her years after. He confessed to her almost everyday. Her response was almost always positive... So why the heck was he still single? "I love you." "Love you too. So is Sasuke-kun taken or not?"

(The only reason why I even picked this story is that it is a oneshot. I have very little interest in modern AU. But this one makes another exception. Pining. Love at first sight.)

It was always you: luvtoshi || ff.net || M || postwar || complete

The war is long over. They have both grown. Now it's time to conclude their story. Naruto and Sakura.

(You know what, all stories from this author are just, Chef's kiss. )

A Safe Pair of Hands: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || oneshot

Sakura heeds a stern warning to make it clear how she feels about Naruto.

(Feels. You'll love this if you like first person pov. This story told from Sakura's pov.)

Other Dreams: tricksie || ff.net || M || oneshot

"Naruto, you shouldn't endanger yourself—" "Stop it," he snapped. Dropping his arm to hook under her seat, Naruto pulled her firmly onto his hip, locking her to him. Sakura gasped, suddenly aware of just how very close they were.

(Sexual tension. Romance. Leaves you wanting. Also, high on feels and lust on equal measure.)

Heaven Unexpected: Folle || ff.net || M || oneshot

Because nothing can happen; it's Naruto. He always comes back. He's practically indestructible.

(Heavy on feels. There are chances that it might rain. Actually there are high chances. But oh well, it's beautiful and one of my favourites so here it goes.)

Shade of the Leaf: Ravyn || ff.net || T || canon divergent || complete

Sasuke is back. Naruto has joined ANBU. Sakura is spending more time in the hospital than in the field. Team 7 struggles to redefine itself, because sometimes you don't know what you really want after all.

(Featuring Mature but still in-character!Naruto, Badass!Sakura, (Bit)Supportive!Sasuke along with Team 7 friendship. Mutual pining. Ending but with a lot loose ends.)

Breaking Up Isn't that Hard to Do: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

This is not an epic tale of action, suspense and true love. Yeah, I'm disappointed, too.

(This is pure comedy. With a dash of romance. And insanity.)

Steamy Encounters: Narf-for-the-Garthoc || ff.net || T || oneshot

A flurry of coincidences and fateful machinations bring Naruto and Sakura together at the local baths. Can they rein in their animal passions? And do you really think that's the kind of story I write?

(Just r e a d. Please.)

Garden of Sanctuary: Nes Mikel || ff.net || T || Canon divergent || oneshot

An alternate ending to Naruto. The Heavens describe the Garden a peaceful paradise. The Hells describe the Garden a baneful prison. In here... which is it?

(This is part of a series which you can follow from the author's profile. This is the second part, but can be read exclusively. As far as the AU goes, this story and settings is brilliant and heartbreaking. This is told from Naruto's pov. To look at things from Sakura's, read the first part. It is multi-chaptered.)

Complications: Geno Calamari || ff.net || T || canon divergent || oneshot

While capturing the Kyuubi, Uchiha Itachi finds true adversaries in the form of Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto.

(Wanna see NaruSaku teamwork? This is it! You wouldn't find it anywhere better. Strong!Naruto, Strong!Sakura versus Itachi Uchiha)

Life is a waving feather: jusrecht || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Everyone thought they were inevitable.

(There's beauty in subtlety and this is that. Also, mentions of character death.)

Home: kirabook || AO3 || T || AU || complete

Shinachiku finds himself in a strange place with little to no explanation. Everyone he knows is there, but why are they acting so strangely? Why do they seem so different? And where is his home?

(Cute and heartwrenching at the same time. Cameo Stalker. Read this for NS family feels pre-marriage.)

Things we never say: thekatthatbarks || AO3 || T || oneshot

She wished she knew how to hold things lightly. There were some things she was terrified of breaking. Whether it be from an honest misstep or simply because she could.

(Reminds you why we love NS so much.)

Open seasons: sazzafraz || AO3 || T || SNS || postwar || oneshot

The way Sasuke comes home is less myth and more devastatingly embarrassing happenstance.

(Featuring badass!Sakura, obedient!Naruto and normal!Sasuke, as well as Sakura's commentary on her life)

Five things Sakura will never tell Naruto: sowell || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot

Kunoichi know how to keep their secrets.

(NS relationship analysis story.)

Artistic purposes: StormyInk || AO3 || M || AU || Oneshot

Sai finds his favorite drawing subjects a bit lacking of late, and he sets a plan into motion to draw his team mates together. Simply for the sake of his art, of course.

(Aka Sai is fed up from seeing his teammates dancing around each other and decides to help them get laid–the story. You gotta admit Sai is the best wingman.)

I collect my tears (so I can drown you in them): amako || AO3 || T || AU || complete

The hardest thing is letting go. Or Sakura sees Naruto falling in love with Shikamaru a little more every day, and she does the only thing she can think of. Then it's only a matter of learning how to stop loving Naruto.

(Sakura and Angst that has nothing to do with Sasuke. Featuring Sakura-sensei. And Shikamaru. It's a great story if you know when to let go of canon)

Stranger than the wild: kiddattwell || AO3 || M || SNS || postwar || Ongoing

The war is over and Sasuke is home for good, but Sakura can't choose between the boys she loves. Sasuke still has his demons and Naruto still fights them and Sakura still follows them both, but this time down a path that none of them expected.

(This is canon. It is the best SNS story I've ever read. Story told in SNS POV in rotation. Slow burn, pining and relationship complication. YOU GOTTA READ THIS, I INSIST!!!! Also features SaiIno and InoShika.)

Bringing Back Sasuke: Blue Jeans || ff.net || T || post war || oneshot

Naruto brings Sasuke back to Sakura. Many, many times over. Sasuke does not appreciate; not the blood and definitely not the angst.

(I've read this story multiple times and it gets funnier and makes your heart hurt and swell simultaneously each time. NaruSaku wouldn't be blissfully happy together without Sasuke thrown somewhere in the mix, that's exactly why I love SNS. This story perfectly represents the dynamic of team 7.)

Yurei: Kanji no Sakka || ff.net || T || AU || oneshot

The past should stay dead and buried, but it won't if Naruto can't let go.

(Not exactly my favourite story, but I liked the concept. We all know how stubborn Naruto is once decides on something. If he wants to become Hokage, he will become Hokage. If he believes in Sasuke, he will believe in him forever. If he loves Sakura, he will marry her – uh, or should have, very OCC of him that he didn't.)

Tag NS fan you know so they don't miss any of this!

#naruto #sakura haruno #naruto fanfiction #uzumaki naruto #fanfics #fanfiction #fanfiction reccomendations #fanfiction rec list #fanfiction recommendation #ff.net #ao3 #narusaku #i ship narusasusaku #i ship these two so much #naruto x sakura #sasusaku #kakashi hakate #shikasaku

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shokoraa · 3 years

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With Blood on His Lips

By: OfPaintAndOil

Summary: The first time she sees him, she thinks he has dead eyes and killer cheekbones. The second time she sees him, there's blood splattered across the alley walls around him in a way that could only have been caused by an experienced hand. She's amused and he's intrigued, and for a faerie and a sociopath, that's a deadly combination. Rated T for blood and gore. COMPLETE.

Status: Complete

Words: 12,390 Chapters: 3/3 Language: English

Fandom: Naruto

Rating: Fiction T

Category: M/F

Characters: Sakura H., Itachi U.

Relationship: Sakura H., Itachi U.

Additional Tag: Romance/Horror

#ffn #naruto fanfic #itasaku #supernatural au

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xiumin-on-this-shit · 5 years

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Bad Girl Chapter 33: Loose Ends

“You don’t have to go up,” Jihyo tells me, her arm wrapped around my shoulders. I stare up at the building that used to be a sanctuary for me with a new found hatred. “No one would blame you from just running.”

“You are a little biased,” I tease half heartedly, I look to our escorts, “How about you guys? Should I run for it?”

Hanbin looks back at me through the rear view mirror, “I’m with you for whatever you choose, boss.”

“Bobby?”

“Same!” The other exclaims.

“You have support all around for either decision, now make up your mind, we need to know if we should call off the big guns,” My best friend encourages gently, her voice playful but her eyes are so caring. “It’s easy, remember? Just ask him. If he lies, kick him or something and run out. Done!”

I nod, “Easy.”

I climb out of the car and step onto the busy sidewalk, I stand back, staring at the building I considered to be a second home but now it just feels like a bitter joke. Like I’ve done a millions time before, I walk into the building, greeting the ladies at the front desk, walk through security and up to the elevators. The ride takes a few minutes as always, but for the first time I’m not shaking with excitement to see my beloved. My lips aren’t trembling in a sad attempt at holding back a grin or a giggle. It’s strange. Jiyong is my happy place, or he was. When he would wrap himself around me nothing could take the smile off my face, he was my sun in all of the darkness, even before I was taken. I had to force myself to admit it but I loved him by our third date.

I loved him so much.

The elevator dings, I step out and am quickly greeted by the receptionist, she eyed me strangely but waves me through to him. I push open the double doors and close them behind me just as quickly. My back is to him, my forehead is pressed against the doors, I remind myself to breath, this will be easy.

Just two questions and I’ll be done.

I can do this. I turn around.

“Love, are you okay?” Jiyong questions, face twisted in concern. He moves to come closer, his arms out ready to hold me.

Without thinking I take a step back, finding the door, “Please don’t come over here.”

He stops, “Joo?”

In this moment I realize I’m not at all ready to face him but I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for this. I keep myself pressed against the door, needing a little support to do what I’m about to do. When our eyes meet my feelings settle into their places, surprising me. I expected hysteria, a panic attack, something other than the burning feeling in my chest. How dare he put on that face like isn’t one of the main causes for my pain?

I’m angry. I’m really fucking angry.

But I’m here for just two questions.

“Joo,” Jiyong can sense the pent up energy rolling off me, “please say something, are you hurt? What’s wrong?”

“Stop.”

And he does. Jiyong takes a step back, his brow furrows with concern.

“I came here for two things and I need you to be completely honest with me. Just answer my two questions and we will go from there, okay?”

Unsure, he just nods.

“I know you are lying to me about something, please tell me what it is.”

“What? Jooyoung, we talked about this I-“

“I have a plane waiting,” I tell him as nicely as possible. “I’m going to leave here, get on that plane and never come back if the next words out of your mouth aren’t the truth. I’m done with this Oppa! I’m so tired of people lying! Of everyone being so selfish! I am begging you Jiyong, tell me the truth and we can figure this out.” I find myself taking a few steps forward, setting my anger aside to really look at him. I force myself to not see red, but to look at the man who would go to hell and back for me. To look at the man who loves me.

Jiyong’s mouth opens then closes and then opens and then closes. He can’t look at me. “My love,” He starts, hands outstretched to me once again. I come to him this time, hope nipping at my heels. The smile that spreads across his face is small, thoughtful even. Long fingers caress my own, he watches for a moment, entranced by how his fingers trace the lines of my palm. “My sweet Jooyoung, I’m being completely honest with you.” His voice shakes.

My heart drops. I rip my hands out of his grasp as if I’ve been burned. I stumble out of his reach, slapping away his hands as they try to catch me.

“Don’t touch me!” I snap, wrapping my arms around my self. I wanted to be angry again, to throw something and storm out but I can’t let myself go.

“Joo,” He starts but I stop him.

I try to keep my voice strong as I stand there holding myself together, “Question two. Why are you lying?”

“I’m not-“

“Don’t say that,” I growl through clenched teeth, “I know. I know who he is, I know Jiho is Zico, I know everything! It was hard to understand at first but he explained himself and I understood, I’m giving you that same chance! Please tell me why you lied!”

He is quite for a moment, his eyes locked with my own through his silence, then he looks away, “Because I wanted to keep you to myself.”

“Of course,” An empty chuckle leaves me. I stumble back a few steps, my legs struggle to hold me up. Catching a table keeps me on my feet, a sparkle out of the corner of my eye reminds me I am still wearing the ring he gave me. With his intense gaze on me, I pull the band off my finger and examine it closely for a moment, admiring it one last time. My anger flaring it’s head as I remember the love that the ring represented. “I should have know. I should have known better than to even come here. You all are nothing but selfish bastards!” I chuck the ring at him, “I thought you loved me!”

His mouth opens and closes. I want him to say something, anything! But he doesn’t. He looks from me to the ring laying on the ground, not saying a word.

“I’m tired of all of this, the lying, the secrets, and your selfishness! I’m leaving.”

I wait for him to stop me but he doesn’t.

I step into the elevator, forehead pressed against the cool wall and wait until I hear the doors close. It is hard to tell whether I should be relieved or not. I know who lied to me, I know why, I know leaving is what’s best for me so why does it hurt so much?

……

“I’m proud of you,” Jihyo tells me as we climb out of the car. “For being selfish, for doing this for yourself.”

“I was selfish a lot when I was with them if I’m being completely honest. I was dating all of them cause I wanted to be selfish and have all of them.”

She catches my hand as I reach for the trunk, Hanbin and Bobby are in the plane making sure things are ready to go. She makes sure no one else is around before giving me a serious look, “Let me just start off by saying the obvious, going in that relationship with them wasn’t completely your choice. They took you and gave you very few options on how to live your life and you did a good job of it. Your other boyfriend’s crazy friend had you kidnapped and almost murdered, and even though he didn’t know when it was happening, he knew after and lied to your face about. He didn’t trust you to make the right decision for your own well being. Now I’m not going to be like them and tell how you should live your life. I’ve given you my two cents on the subject but if you are doubting your choice to leave we can’t get on this plane. The decision needs to be solid and completely yours. If you need to go back to talk to them, we can. If you need to call this whole thing off, we can do that too. You have options.”

I nod, thinking it all over. I think of Tao, Kai, and Sehun, they didn’t get to say goodbye. Jiyong didn’t really get a chance to speak. They all just went through the trauma of thinking I was dead, can they handle me leaving again? Can I handle leaving them? All of them?

Maybe not all of them.

“Let’s go.” I pop the trunk and pull my bag out of the car.

“Are you sure?”

“Every reason I have to stay is to make sure they are okay. Not for me. I know what I want, the first thing is to get on that plane.”

“And the next thing?”

“I need to let someone else know that I figured it out.”

She raises her brows, “Okay. Let’s go then.” Together we walk towards the plane, the three men inside come to greet us. Hanbin and Bobby bow their heads one last time.

“Are you sure you are okay with keeping an eye on everything?” I ask the leader.

Hanbin nods, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure not everything goes to hell. But I’m not going to call you unless I have to okay? Go be happy.”

“I’ll let you know when you can come visit,” I hug my friend tightly before moving on to the other. “Don’t cause him too much trouble, got it?”

Bobby hugs me, “I’m going to cause so much trouble.” We laugh as we pull away. “Be safe boss lady.”

“Thank you.”

Jiho steps out of the way of the stairs to let us through, giving me a slight nod and a slight smirk at Jihyo. That smirk is quickly replaced with obvious pain. Jihyo walks right up to him and kicks him in the dick with more confidence than I’ve ever seen her have.

Jiho clutches his manhood, “What the fuck?” He snarls at her.

“Our girl may have forgiven you but I have not. Now get up. We are heading out.” She clicks up the stairs and disappears into the plane.

“This is going to be a fun ride.”

I chuckle, “You are welcome to stay.”

He quickly shakes his head, “I’m done here. There is no where else I would rather be than with my friend.”

“Did you do what I asked?” I wonder just loud enough for him to hear, “Did get rid of all your loose ends?”

He nods somberly, “Everyone was dealt with.”

“I know it must have been hard but thank you.”

The look on his face tells me all I need to know. It was harder than he thought it would be. I wonder who exactly had to be dealt with, if they all deserved it. That thought leaves my mind the moment it appears, anyone who worked with Block B deserved everything they got.

.....

@ofpaintandoil Jihyo agréés with your last statement😂

#exo #xiumin #kai #sehun #kyungsoo #chanyeol #luhan #chen #suho #baekhyun #kris #lay #tao #who ready for some sad shit #daddy #bad girl

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