remnantmassacre said:

southsidestory:

Thank you so much for the ask! I chose to write #12 “candles” :)

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and let our shadows wither

Orochimaru’s hideout is windowless, monochrome, dim. Sakura opens a battered iron door with bloody hands. Her fingers leave red streaks across the metal, the same shade as the rust. Inside, she finds a room so spare that she’d think it was unoccupied if not for the blanket folded on the narrow bed. That, and the candles. They cast the only light, a warm glow against the darkness.

She feels him before she sees or hears him. It’s not the vibration of footsteps or his bonfire scent either; she notices those things too, but only after she knows he’s there. That’s the tell, the revelation, more reliable than any physical sense. A bone-deep certainty that comes from knowing and being known.

He steps closer, closer, until he stands directly behind her. It’s like the night he left turned inside out and upside down.

She braces herself, but it’s not enough to prepare her for the sound of his voice. Maybe nothing could prepare her after three years apart.

“Hello, Sakura.”

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I might fill 43 or 46 later, and if I do, I’ll make sure to tag you!

If anyone else wants to send me prompts, here’s the list of micro fic prompts. I’ll take SasuSaku, Spuffy, Jilco, and Gallavich <3

I know this isn’t a micro fic. Sue me lol

O.M.SQUEEEEE!

When you’re a lurker fan and one of your fave writers answers your prompt…

I’m rarely active anymore on here but check back periodically for specific tumblrers or the occasional reblog. To see this was such a wonderful surprise!!!

You’ll hear zero complaints from me about it not being micro nor if it somehow continues into a short one-shot, cause who doesn’t want to see where this is going!? If not though, I’m still honored and grateful to have received a response at all… aaand honestly… it’ll end up turning into an angsty lemon in my head anyway 🤷🏻‍♀️😅😁

Thank you m'dear, love it ♡