#feeling like those husbands who reminisce their dead wife all beautiful and glowing with their long hair flowing in the wind
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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)
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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. )
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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!)
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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.)
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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%)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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. )
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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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)
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Five things Sakura will never tell Naruto: sowell || AO3 || T || AU || oneshot
Kunoichi know how to keep their secrets.
(NS relationship analysis story.)
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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.)
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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)
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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.)
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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.)
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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.)
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𝐟𝐨𝐫 @bespokens
───── 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝘼 small child , she found comfort among the trees . they grow impossibly tall in the forest that climbs up towards the palace she was raised in , reaching towards the heavens like hopeful children with outstretched fingers who wonder what it would be like to let their dirty fingers brush a pure white cloud . with an ever - expanding forest climbing higher , towards the castle atop a towering hill , nature itself reaches towards the family with veins of gold and precious jewels upon their heads ––– what is the intent behind the trees that draw closer with each springtime , unvexed by chilling winds ? are they a motherly embrace , seeking to build one more wall to protect those who wear crowns and furs ? or are they as dangerous as every peasant who has cursed their name and longed to see the king’s charming smile from a platter instead of a painting , do they opt for smothering over beheading as they draw menacingly closer like a hand around a throat , sharp branches with amber leaves covering the ground below in shadow ? whether protective or hungry , they draw closer to an ivory palace ––– and the girl watches from her window , longs to slip away and surround herself with the trees who reach for the heavens and the flaming sun that is gold among sapphire and pearl while she finds a home in the darkness that branches cast upon the floor . from behind a window , all the girl can do is wonder if the king will wear his charming smile when he one day waves a hand and calls for the trees to be cut down as easily as his wife has made sure to dispose of all those who curse her husband’s name . their only hesitation when claiming lives has come while making sure it is done in secret , and no one dares to cross them now ––– the common folk have learned that the royals seem to listen in through the ears of the bronze statues that depict them atop winged stallions , or crowned with blooming flowers . in every image , they are as beautiful as they are magnificent ––– mere trees are negligible beside a towering palace that reflects sunlight as though it originated from the walls themselves , and nature itself pales before the visage of omnipotence . they have painted themselves as almighty beings , superior in everything from the fortress they call their home to the gold they call their blood , the peasants bend their knee and when the trees surrounding the palace sway in the lily - scented winds of springtime , it seems as if they , too , are bowing before the gods that smile among men . she looks upon the other figures that inhabit the throne room , the same ones that stand beside her in a large , gilded portrait ––– and the girl knows the trees ought to stand tall , not bow .
───── 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇 𝙃𝘼𝙎 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙋𝙊𝙉 her own reflection too many times to count . in the water of the ponds she has found when sneaking through the forest , in the looking - glass in her bedroom while a stranger weaves pearls into strands of golden hair . sometimes she looks upon herself with curiosity , others with disdain when she finds traces of others within herself , littering her visage with remnants of tainted divinity ( they have smudged the gold with their own fingertips , every time they used their own mantle to wipe away crimson droplets or the corrosive ink used to slander their name ) . the golden mark does not only come alive in the dark ink she uses to sign her name on the bottom of parchment , or in a seal emblazoned upon wax . it lives on in wide eyes , and in locks that catch the sunlight just like the ivory of her palace does ––– except she does not make it look blinding , when she basks under the warmth of sun she does not embody helios and his burning chariot that would blind a mortal or lure icarus into damnation . rather , she wears a halo with the gentle glow of a girl who has not grown to be as tyrannical as her mother or as avaricious as her father ––– yet it is not childlike innocence that keeps her from being as blinding as the sun itself , but control . she is ice , and she chooses when to let the sun set her aglow ––– just enough for her crown and god - gifted halo to shine equally as bright in deceitful beauty , enough to please the divine beings that are the reason why gold courses through her rather than blood and why rubies , emeralds and pearls litter her frame like freckles . it is control , turning her calculating smirk into the sweet smile that has been captured by oil paints , bronze and marble . youngest among her siblings , possessor of their undeserving crowns nonetheless ––– elders will trick themselves into thinking that they have gifted her enough freedom to roam the gardens , the cunning girl knows better . she has seized the freedom herself . it has been her hand , like a thief’s , laying claim to what she craves in a single , deceitful act ––– she slips away because she wants to , she roams the forest unguarded because there is no true freedom under a guard’s watchful eye . it is only in shadow , among the wildflowers that burgeon in soft soil and the impossibly high trees , that she can breathe an air that does not feel heavy as dark grey smoke with the expectations , the unspoken truths , that make the air inside her palace reek of sulfur . the people there are neither men nor gods , they are volcanoes ––– beneath their skin , scorching liquids swirl , burning with untold secrets and hidden plots . when the clouds turn darker with a flickering shared glance or a sneer , the girl’s lungs feel the air growing hotter ––– she knows a little bit more , she feels the earth shift beneath her feet . the palace grows warmer , in turn , she grows colder . there is lava where their blood should be , there are icicles in place of her ribs .
───── 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙎𝙀 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙐𝙋𝙊𝙉 this earth long for divine ascension , for a throne of celestial bronze rather than the gold of mortals ––– when they tilt their face up to the heavens , it is with a longing to sit upon them . to ornament their forms in jewels that are incorruptible , pulled from the cores of burning stars by hands that will never burn , to live forever among the constellations and know their names will be lauded after centuries . the girl pulls the hood of a brown cloak up when she has snuck past a set of heavy wooden doors in the servants’ quarters , and as her hand reaches forward in the night , she longs for air that is not heavy with the weight of duty that comes alive with the golden crown that lays forgotten in a locked box in her chambers , in the ornate gowns and the pearls and all that she has been taught to navigate from the moment she was birthed . they called her ginevra , watched on with pride when she commanded the attention of a coronation room where nobles held their breath at the sight of a girl who was no longer the child they had underestimated for years . with lessons in everything from etiquette to arithmetics , with manners and honor diligently inculcated in her over a lifetime , they crowned ginevra a duchess ––– when her brother died and her sister disappeared under mysterious circumstances , she walked down the center of the palace’s throne room once more . not in springtime , but winter ––– snow stripping the branches of the trees outside until they were menacing rather than inviting , the branches reminiscent of skeletons buried underground with bloody secrets of a noble family that will forever go unspoken thanks to early , unmarked graves . in winter , where the grey clouds suffocate helios and let his chariot roam aimlessly in bitter and lonely exile , where there is no sunlight to stream in through the windows and give ginevra a halo ––– or rather , the illusion of one . for golden hair has turned her angelic in the eyes of those who do not know that her true nature wears neither halo nor leathery wings , neither benevolent smile nor devious smirk ––– where there is no sunlight to entertain the nobles with pretty illusions , fooling them in the same way that icarus once chased that which he would never grasp ( for if they try to take the hand of an angel , they will be met with empty air ) , ginevra takes her place with her eyes carrying neither pride nor misery . there is a bone - chilling void within her gaze when she sits upon the velvet of the throne that once belonged to a brother who is no more than a ghost , she looks as though she were dead too when the crowd first bows before her highness , princess ginevra .
───── 𝘼 𝘽𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝘿 𝙄𝙉 her honor , she greets titled strangers who also call themselves divine with the charming smile that has deceived so many into believing her an angelic being rather than spectral , slipping through their fingers while they were entranced by the secrets behind dark irises like narcissus gazing into the enchanting curves of his own reflection upon water ––– enough to lose his life and turn into a blooming flower , enough for them to fall for honeyed words spoken through an illusory smile while a delicate hand reached into their mind and arranged thoughts , weaving a tapestry until it was to her liking . ginevra painted a picture of herself like a graceful future ruler that they would respect before forgetting about altogether . though her roots are deeply entangled within the soil of her kingdom ( drawing strength from the trees , and beauty from the wildflowers , and dark corruption from the skeletons of those who have unjustly fallen by the steel of a dagger in the night ) , ginevra has always painted herself as something fleeting ––– let them believe that the pedestals upon which her statue stands can be toppled , that a hammer can turn her marble bust into a fine , ivory powder that will be scattered among the fresh snow with a gust of wind carrying the sad melody of a fallen princess . let them believe her fickle and forgettable , falling for the lies ginevra herself whispered into their ears ––– let them leave her kingdom one day and return to their own palaces and manors thinking she is not smart enough to have exhaled illusion and inhaled secrets revealed in subtle gestures . let them drift off into sleep in their own chambers , warmed by blankets and furs that lull them into gentle dreams like a mother’s lullaby or the song of tides at the shore , while the princess dons dark fabrics and slips away unnoticed . let them sleep soundly , thinking the breathing statue upholds every law as sacred ––– while they dream of glory or power , picturing themselves upon the golden throne claimed by a girl with fair skin and golden hair whose eyes seem eerily all - knowing when they bore into theirs , she sneaks out . for ginevra has escaped into faraway lands and distant continents without leaving the palace’s library , but she knows better than to let these be her only incursions into reality . visits to the villages are carried out wearing cloaks embroidered with gold as thread brings her family’s crest to life upon her chest , with a towering wall keeping her away from the villagers she rules over ––– as always , ginevra observes from the safe distance of a tower , she looks on from behind a window . ginevra is too smart to be detached from the board that her game pieces move upon , for her nimble fingers are the ones moving the pieces ––– there are no puppets to serve as intermediaries , no time wasted on pulling strings , no delusions of feet upon soil or cobblestone . she has been raised in a palace , taught every dance and the history of every kingdom , but ginevra knows that what is truly worth knowing is not spelled out in ink over parchment for all those with eyes to see ––– the relevant information is never proudly on display . any fool can bear witness to the gold of her crown , anyone with ears will hear the melody of her title being announced to crowds that will subsequently bow before the daughter of gods , emperors and kings . none will ever glimpse into the contents of a mind that is protected by an icy skull that acts as a vault . no fingers will brush against the icicles that form her ribcage , snapping them in half to peer into the darkened void where her heart ought to be ––– for the truth , the secret , is that ginevra has been heartless from the day she was born . the truth , hidden under mantles and gowns that act as a shadowy veil , never to be touched by mortal hands ––– not even her own . ginevra turns away from the truths that live within her chest , longing to climb into her throat and make their way past her lips . for now , they are drowned out by a hollow heartbeat . they are buried where nobody can see ––– and where her hands press onto her chest every once in a while to ensure that it is still freezing to the touch , they long to unveil the secrets of entire nations . the tomes in her library , committed to memory , will never tell her what she truly should know : how to preserve her rule without foreign threats breathing close enough for her to see the fog before their lips . how to topple kingdoms if the need arises .
───── 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙒𝙇𝙔 𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙒𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙎 a stolen key within a lock , her visible breath from a cold wintery night the only trail left behind , and sneaks past the gates of a palace . she has committed the guards’ rotation to memory as easily as a child would memorize their mother’s lullaby or a damsel , her lover’s sonnets . she knows where their footsteps will fall now , though ginevra still holds her breath as she makes her way to the trees . must she have a reason to slip away , other than the deeply human desire to breathe ? when a palace suffocates her and she turns herself into a fleeting memory that will fade to oblivion , the trees are reassuring in their mere existence ––– they remind her of the truth behind eternity . they turn forever into a word she can close her lips around , a concept that enters her vocabulary when a forest stretches out towards the heavens and the stars twinkle above between the naked branches of trees in winter . they are welcoming still , even when they seem so skeletal with the signs of life stripped from them , and as ginevra inhales deeply and breathes in air that does not smell like the sulfur of corruption or the incense of rituality , she closes her eyes and infinity envelops her in a calming ocean in which she can float . it carries her away , towards the stars , in the constellations that form divine palaces greater than emperors and kings could ever build ––– peace found in a stolen moment , as ginevra claims the night as her own . she is no princess , but a dryad in the forest . her dear wildflowers are dead , the snow chills her feet and betrays her presence ––– the brown hood of the cloak she wears masks her identity , and this is enough for calm to wash over her . all of a sudden , the breath is stolen from her lungs when a sharp sound tears her away ––– she is no longer floating but drowning , infinity does not offer comfort when the movement of an unwelcome stranger is a monster’s hand coiling around her ankle and pulling her down into unknown depths where danger may lurk . her eyes snap open , yet it is her only move for one pregnant second . she is aware of the snow under her feet , the sound behind her of a form that is heavier than an innocent animal ─── whether it is amiable stranger or someone who views her as prey , she does not know ( oh , princess of vast realms who is studious as she is cold , how she hates not knowing ) . above all , the princess is aware of the cold steel of a dagger strapped to the outside of her thigh for her own protection . ❝ it seems that i have company . ❞ her voice cuts through the night , quiet yet assertive , as the princess steals ice from the night and presses it to her tongue . she shields herself in winter , and though she wears the brown of servants that almost lets her blend into the trees , snow clings to a woman who buried the girl she once was the second a crown was first placed upon her head . ginevra may be a princess , but her demeanor is that of a queen , an icy empress , goddess of gold and ice . her movements are slow and calculated , identity revealed once wide eyes find those of the stranger who has wandered into the same space ––– their eyes meet , and hers flash with recognition . the lines in their features are ones she has seen before , and though surprise is masked under a visage of stoicism , there is a sign of her awareness in her next movements ––– hands that stray away from her thigh , towards her features … as they slowly lower the hood of her cloak . ❝ i know who you are , ❞ the princess whispers , putting an end to the silence . she does not move closer , nor does she run away . under the moonlight , the strands of long hair are almost silvery ––– she looks upon her unwanted companion , and there is no warm sunlight to fool them into thinking ginevra is angelic . for under the silvery light that streams through dark , skeletal branches , the princess at last looks neither like an angel nor a demon : ginevra is a phantom , and she was never meant to be seen .
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Devil’s No 1(11)
Chapter 11: Lights
Loki x fem!Reader, Bucky x fem!Reader
Theme: The definitions of devils, angels, demons etc. are twisted here in this world. But some things remain the same.
Series: Will contain violence, death, destruction, softness, fluff, smut, everything that my mind can conjure, really.
Chapter warnings: nothing much
A/N: This was written two years ago (I think) on @phantomrose96 ‘s prompt/situation of a shy girl summoning the devil to be friends with him (and something else that he does but I’ll leave that part out for you guys to have fun with). But I- being thirsty for tragedies- twisted things a little.
Word Count: sometimes I wonder if my dreams are just dreams or if they are telling me something. But telling a friend will be ill is still logical than showing me some ancient machine that controls the mechanisms of multiverse and leaving me there stranded with Captain America and what exactly?! What am I supposed to do there? Gaurd the multiverse? Keep a watch over them? Tell cap whenever I spot his husband and wife? What?!
It was the first time.
A first for him. First for you as well.
Comparisons were made of this very first with nearly everything first of nature.
The first bud blooming through a snow blanket. The first ember lighting up in the smoky twigs. The first ray of the warm spring sun. The first drop of dew falling from the trees on the cheeks. That's how your smile seemed.
Loki could have sworn you had never smiled in your life. That was until now when he stood beside you while you sat on the boulder, with- the usual- tears gathering up. Though this time, they did not reflect the colours like before. They reflected little twinkling lights trying to shine inside you.
Didn't seem like this devil knew how to smile. Loki's dimensions wanted to pull him away from your face but his eyes seem to be stuck on you, not coming off even if he wanted them to.
And you? You were stretching your lips even when it hurt because it felt good. So good.
Your inner voice, for the first time, was quiet for the moment, enjoying the picturesque Northern lights glowing in their green, pink and sometimes blue glory in front of you.
...but are we sure it's the northern lights that are making us feel so good right now.
There she goes.
It's the Northern Lights.
...so we're not going to talk about the-
"It's beautiful," you sputtered, trying to wrap your arms around your folded legs, adjusting yourself in the leftover snow crunching underneath your butt before catching a look at Loki and quickly steering your eyes back to the luminous dance.
"Hmm," Loki commented. You could still feel his gaze piercing through you. What was he doing?
"I've never seen one before," you continued, moving your one ring around your finger, twisting it as you floated through the thoughts running inside your head.
"Any special reason you wanted to see them?"
You closed your eyes and reran those words exactly as they were spoken, but in slow motion, tasting every click of the tongue, every twist of the lip inside your head; all of this swirling in an ocean of green.
"I always wanted to see them. Call it a child's curiosity-" you shrugged, opening your eyes to look back at the magic of nature- "even though science explained it all."
The icy wind wanted to play with your skin, coming within the intention of caressing it but running its nails right through your skin in the name of affection.
"I was supposed to see them last year," you muttered, more for yourself than for him, but it did not escape those ears that could hear the little flutter in your heartbeat and the shift in your body as you tried to bring your legs closer to you, your eyes now looking at some distant void that was nowhere near nature's light show.
"What happened? Curled into a corner at the last moment?" Loki scoffed, but his eyes were still frozen, emotionless, looking for a stir that his words would cause, as the crisp memories of your lips on his were doing to him.
There was a moment when you wanted to wallow in the memories of all that was gone. Just one tiny portion of time when you felt yourself looking down into the well of the past, waiting to take the plunge when a wave of chilly air stopped you and made you look at yourself.
"Do you want to do this?" It asked. And in the next gush of the moment, you were back on the boulder with snow all around you.
"My boyfriend left me," you announced.
You do not realise the surprise that jolted through Loki's vessel to hear those words thrown into the air without an ounce of remorse.
"Why?" The words were out of him before he could make sense of what was going on. His own being cursed him for suddenly feeling the need to unravel you instead of play when you were no longer his amusement but a mere soul wrapped in the alluring blaze of mystery.
"I don't know," you shrugged, scratching an itch on your cheek, "one day we were planning on visiting this place and the next day my life fell apart."
Loki remained silent.
"It seems funny now, though. I had planned for the whole day. Made an elaborate itinerary. And in the middle of the night, I get a call that my father was in a serious accident. Next thing I know I'm standing in the hospital as the doctors tell me the body is ready to be taken for cremation.”
A chill ran down the vessel whilst witnessing a void in those eyes that usually were a pool of emotions. Are humans not supposed to mourn their parents? But you continued like it was a story told by the campfire in the cold night to friends and strangers alike. Fiction. Made up.
“Now, that’s not the end of it. My workplace calls me to tell me I'll be fired if I don't come in that very day. And I do that. All because the boss spilt coffee on the project I made and wanted a month’s work to be done in one night. I actually go back to work to be blackmailed by my boss to let him fuck me if I wanted to keep the job."
You paused, pulling out a rolled-up joint from your pocket. It amused a very engrossed Loki to think that you took the time to gather these and take them with you. And the lighter too.
A cough or two- thanks to the amateur that you were- later, you came back to where you left off.
"You know," you continued, "I didn't realise the meaning of the phrase 'bursting of veins' till that day. How do veins burst? Do they make a pop sound? Do they go woosh and spray all over? Or do they just run like a tap? I didn't know that a glass trophy could make you bleed like that, you know. That it could cause so much damage. I honestly didn’t know that. Anyway, Gary got what he deserved and I filed my resignation, a complaint to HR and a lawsuit against the company. And just when I thought my day could not get any worse, I found Bucky gone. No sign of him at my apartment. Like he was never there. Vanished into the wind...just like he came."
Your face reflected the dislike you were feeling for the taste this joint left in your mouth, already throwing the barely burned part into the snow. The Devil saw thousands of souls moan all around you who would give themselves to the devil for that one good drag. But they weren’t what he got cemented on.
"The fact that he left doesn't hurt as much as the timing, you see. And those stupid blue eyes that looked like they could show you the most beautiful oceans even if you did not know how to swim. Like they could paint this world in beauty just for you. He made you feel that way. Like he would do anything for you. From making you a grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast while you’re still asleep to finding Atlantis just because you were curious.”
The winds slowed down. The lights swung in an aphasic glow. You breathed in the cold air to let your lungs cool down a bit from all the reminiscence. Loki was sure he heard you mutter ‘idiot’ under your breath, something that broke him into a muted chuckle. He took a step towards you, his hands moving with a flow of their own, conjuring up a flowing overcoat before those fingers even touched your shoulders. The warmth of that fur instant made you cosy up inside it. Adjusting it all around you, you settled down in the ground with the boulder now as your support to lean on. The heat was slowly doing what it did best. So did the talking. The fact that eyes felt droopy made you content on the inside. It also made you turn towards Loki and smile.
“I know Gary wants me dead. I just don’t know if you have been in on it.”
With that, you turned back to the Northern lights and dozed off into the furry luxury within seconds, meeting your old partner slumber after ages of heartbreak and pain, breaking into its arms to let it take care of you.
Loki watched you for a while. He watched you, to see whether those colours changing around you could answer riddles that brewed in this sombre atmosphere of his existence when no one looked. He studied every eyelash to ask what he had done this time to make him stand face to face with fate this night. He witnessed every strand of hair dancing with the wind to suppress the need to scream at the sky.
Ultimately, he sat down next to your sleeping form, summoning the bottle of Jager from your place to finish in one go. Ignoring the shrieks of all other dimensions, he pressed his jaw hard, placed his hand on your head and inhaled as much as he could.
“So, Bucky,” he felt his jaw tick, feeling the memories resurge under his touch, “boyfriend my hellfire-”
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Felicity Megan Smoak-Queen is the HBIC of the Team Arrow way
Wow, it’s been an emotional week and this episode did me in. Arrow is finally starting to feel more like Arrow. I’m more in love with OTA/Olicity/Felicity than ever and I never want to let them go. Grab a pint of mint chip and let’s dig in!
Episode 7x15 spoilers ahead>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I have to admit when Felicity announced her pregnancy last week, I was scared the writers would sideline her as a result. So far, tonight proved those fears to be unfounded. Felicity was actually more actively involved in the action than she has been since Oliver got out of prison. I am kinda peeved that we didn’t get to see her deputized with the rest of the team (because the 150th episode was hot garbage for not recognizing her as a hero). But in my head canon, Oliver was like ‘I’m not going out in the field with you incompetent idiots without my wife on comms. Periodt.’ And I think Felicity only agreed because there was no way she was letting her hubby go out in the field with incompetent idiots without her on comms. This is not the face of someone who signed up willingly or gladly lol.
And, per usual, our certified genius is not wrong. OTA does not belong at the SCPD and everybody flippin’ knows it. They’ve saved the city countless times and are now treated like rookie cops. While I commend Oliver for wanting to do things ‘in the light’ his mission has always been to make Star City safer, whether for his children or someone else’s children. So basically, we wasted a lot of screen time to come full circle because by the end of the episode, the Team get to be vigilantes, but still work under the SCPD, which just seems to be a slightly more formal arrangement than they had with Quinton for years. Also, I was giving DD some serious stink eye when she was lamenting losing everything. Cause Felicity did lose everything and DD didn’t seem to care all that much.
Anyhoo, we waste enough time with them on-screen and I’m not spending any more time ranting about them. Let’s move on to something that really matters...
Oliver’s ugly coat was no where to be seen and neither was oddly distant, fear of eye contact Oliver. Is there a correlation? Hmmm.....whatever. Wherever they went, I hope they stay gone. I vastly prefer the Oliver we saw tonight, looking adoringly at his wife, complimenting her smarts, working with her, kissing her, and I truly didn’t think it was humanly possible, but he is more smitten than ever. Mint chip? All you want, honey. Still hungry? He will go all Master Chef and whip a whole meal right up for her. Does my stomach look bigger? Major husband points for not saying the tiny bump she’s noticing is probably all mint chip at this point lol. Felicity Smoak is gonna rule his world for next nine months.
LOL, Flarrow coffee date Oliver had no clue that one day he would be expectant father Oliver and still happily doing whatever she asks because she’s so cute and he loves her so much. #smoakedforlife
Olicity had several conversations tonight that touched on how they are partners always and how their children will have them to lean on. Beautiful sentiments but in the Arrowverse, we all know it’s foreshadowing that something bad is going to happen. But the thing is, Arrow has already shown us the dystopian future with no Oliver Queen in sight. Mia directly stated she grew up without her father. We’re seeing the crap future in present time. Maybe I’m still in deep denial or just wishful thinking, but I think if Oliver dies, something will happen to bring him back and change the present and/or future. I just can’t fathom that his journey from billionaire playboy to tortured castaway to hooded vigilante to fully recognized hero ends in an early death and never seeing the future he fought so hard for--hanging up the hood, growing old with his wife, raising his children in a city that he made safer, and in a world made better by his heroism. Felicity, who joined his crusade to help a man who was nice to her and given selflessly of her time, intelligence, and skills for seven years, and was the happy story of Oliver Queen’s life, should have her happy story with Oliver by her side as she makes a difference in the world through Smoak Tech. They are a team. Always.
Speaking of Smoak Tech, we got a Delicity scene that was reminiscent of the bond that used to exist between John and Felicity. (Pod Diggle went away with ugly coat and pod Oliver, hopefully never to be seen again). Diggle was happy and supportive when Olicity told him they are having a baby. Oliver’s glowing face was kinda a dead giveaway but we’ll pretend Diggle was shocked lol. Dig knowing the news led to him bringing Felicity what Lyla used for nausea when she was pregnant and in true Yoda Diggle style, praise and encouragement for the tech she is developing. I have missed this dynamic so much and I am very glad the writers are finally remembering and respecting the history of this brotp.
Tonight’s episode was so good because it focused on the core three. The show finally seems to shedding some of the extra weight it has been carrying for far too long. Curtis and Diaz were a good start but I hope to see it pared down even more. There was a much better balance between the emotional scenes and the action scenes. All they ever have to do is just write toward the dynamics that make this show work, that have always made this show work for the past seven years. Honor and respect the history of Original Team Arrow. It is my fondest hope that these last episodes of Arrow will do just that. This started with the three of them. It’s time we got back to that. OTA forever. <3 <3 <3
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