Schlagwort: i am in love

Sakura as Hokage AU

itasaku:

  • Itachi is her faithful ANBU subordinate
  • His oral mission reports are laden with innuendos, and his written reports are basically love letters
  • Without fail, there’s always a steaming mug of her favorite tea on her desk when she starts the day
  • He’s “conveniently” available for guard duty when she travels to other villages for political talk
  • Itachi is incredibly grateful for the mask he wears, for when Sakura outmaneuvers her political opponents verbally, he bites his lip
  • He likes to push her boundaries by standing close as physically possible under the guise of “guarding” before she snaps
  • Itachi likes to touch. A lot. But he’s very very subtle about it. Like when handing papers to Sakura, or when guiding her through the door. Sakura’s become so paranoid about touches that she can’t tell if it’s her Hokage robes or Itachi’s deft fingers
  • The Uchiha family is pleasantly surprised to find Itachi home more often and he offhandedly remarks that the Hokage is efficient in delegation and Sasuke gives his brother this look  that says “I see straight through your bullshit”
  • Being a woman Hokage means Sakura puts up with a lot of misogynistic shit and OH BOY Sakura LOVES to chew ‘em up and spit ‘em out, so much so that her opponents literally quiver with fear in wake of her awesomeness. (Itachi squirms) Word keeps spreading about her effectiveness and “take-no-prisoner” attitude, and she becomes a pretty popular Hokage
  • As being both powerful and beautiful, Sakura has a lot of admirers. She gets lots of presents, and sometimes it’s a guard’s duty to make sure they’re not booby-trapped
  • Itachi “accidentally” loses the most expensive gifts. Oops
  • Sakura takes to wearing these black high heels that make her legs look great, and likes how they make a statement
  • Itachi likes walking behind her
  • Oftentimes when Itachi is present in the office with Sakura, but not being addressed, he daydreams taking Sakura on about every surface in in the room. Though his most intimate fantasy is Sakura secretly harboring the very same feelings for him, and seduces him to do naughty things
  • Although he seems like he’s in control, Itachi is actually quite desperate for a chance with Sakura. He often jokes that he can be her trophy husband – except he stares intently at her face. 

So…I’m submitting part of a lyric (hope it’s ok). I get a madasaku feel from it, so that’s the pairing. „Searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility.“ :)

thefreckledone:

some sort of time travel au where sakura decides that she wants nothing to do with anything and lives in the forest and everyone thinks she’s a witch or forest spirit.

Sakura
frowns up at the head of the Uchiha clan, fighting the urge to cross her arms
defensively. She hates politics and she hates being drawn into the drama.

There
is a reason she lives in the middle of nowhere.

“Hedge
witch,” Madara says, snapping his fingers.

Sakura
turns her gaze on him, eyes crackling with fury. “What did you call me?” she
asks softly.

Madara
pauses, red eyes surveying her. “Hedge witch. Is that not what you are?”

Sakura’s
hands and arms light with blue chakra, sizzling in the air. She sees the way
his eyes widen and his Sharingan spins. “You show up on my doorstep asking for
assistance and you choose to insult me? Arrogant swine,” she murmurs, stepping
closer to him. She takes satisfaction in his wary steps back, understanding
that she is a threat. “Do not presume that your authority extends to my home. You
are gravely mistaken.”

Madara
clears his throat, expression stormy. “You have a reputation as a witch of this
forest. I took it to mean that you must be a hedge witch. No one outside the
developed nations uses chakra so well.”

Sakura
scoffs. “How often have you travelled outside the walls of your village? Anyone can access chakra, though they
often don’t recognize it. The grizzled fishermen use it to keep their ships
afloat in storms, the travelling merchants keep their goods fresh and clean
with sealing chakra, and medicine women pair healing chakra with herbs from the
land.” Her eyes are hard and distant. “You assume much about a world you barely
understand.”

“I
mean no offense…” Madara begins, hands raised. He wishes that Hashirama was
here in his stead. He is the better negotiator with the common folk.

Sakura
shakes her head, her smile a knife’s slash. “You still don’t understand. I’ve
been searching your eyes for a hint or a trace of humility, yet I’ve found
none. I will speak no more with you today. Come by again when you’ve corrected
your presumptions.” So saying, she slashes her hand down, a shimmering wall of
chakra rising and pushing Madara away from her property. “Goodbye,” she says,
closing the door of her modest home.

Madara
eyes the thatched roofed home, built as it is against a tree. He rubs the spot on
his chest that tingles still from her chakra. A curious smile lights his lips
as he moves away, a bounce in his step.

Interesting.

He
is going to be back.