A deep ache throbbed in the pit of Sakura’s stomach, causing her grip on the edge of the sink to tighten and her knuckles to bleed white. She slipped her eyes closed against the pain and focused solely on inhaling and exhaling until it slowly dwindled and dulled into a more manageable pang. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced light cramping since she had discovered her pregnancy and just like before, she pressed a chakra-laced hand to her abdomen to ease the muscle pain until she was left with just her usual, hindering morning sickness.
Days like these made Sakura take a second look at her life and question just what the hell she had been thinking when she slipped into bed - or rather onto the counter - with Madara. However, she didn’t allow herself to dwell on the matter this time. She had agreed to meet him this morning for tea before she headed to the hospital for her shift, and she needed to leave shortly to make it on time.
Swallowing back the bile rising in her throat, Sakura raised a hand from where they had been braced against the counter to turn the faucet on. She splashed some cool water on her overheated skin and took a moment to collect herself before she exited the tiny bathroom connected to her bedroom to gathered her paperwork for the hospital. Once she was certain she had everything she needed for the day, she swiped her keys from the counter and headed out into the awakening village.
With the early hour, there were few venders and even fewer citizens out and about, leaving a hushed sense of tranquility over the village. A cool, dawn breeze was blowing through the streets and stirring the dust upon the sun-dried road. It powdered the toes of her boots and swirled around her ankles, but Sakura didn’t pay it any mind as she read through the patient file in her hand, her gaze only drawing up to smile in greeting at the occasional shinobi as they passed.
Her journey to the teahouse was otherwise uninterrupted. Sakura had frequented it with the Uchiha Head on a number of previous occasions and her feet followed the familiar path without her having to stop and recall the way.
Sakura was less than a block away when nausea threatened to overcome her again and she paused under the shade of a shop’s awning to press a hand to her mouth as she tucked the chart safely under her other arm. The bile was thick and hot in her throat but she pursed her lips together, refusing to give into her body’s demands.
‘Mind over body, mind over body,’ she repeated mentally. The last thing she wanted was for Madara to learn of her pregnancy by puking all over him. 'Although it would be fitting,’ she realized with a soft snort.
Her sudden amusement chased the worst of her sickness away and she swallowed thickly as she distracted herself by entertaining the comical image. It would certainly be a story worth-telling, that much was certain.
Sakura was still smiling softly when she finally arrived at the small teahouse. The doors were wide open in hospitality and she stepped inside before she scanned the dining room in search of Madara. She quickly realized he wasn’t present in the empty room, and she turned expectantly when an employee approached her.
“Welcome, Haruno-san,” the young woman greeted respectfully. “Uchiha-sama has reserved the private room for you this morning.”
Sakura bit back a snort. Of course he did.
The hostess silently gestured for Sakura to follow her before she led them down a small hallway and away from the rest of the mainroom. They stopped before a traditional shoji and the young woman made their presence known before she slid the door opened and entered. “Uchiha-sama, Haruno-san has arrived,” she bowed.
Sakura followed after the other woman but paused just inside the room as her gaze finally settled upon Madara. He had dressed up for the occasion in a dark grey robe made of the richest silks with the Uchiha fan stitched into each side over his breast bone. The color matched the smokiness of his eyes and complimented his handsome face. He was kneeling before a low-sitting table with his arms folded eloquently across his chest, his normally wild mane of hair pulled back into a simple ponytail that emphasized his strong jawline and broad shoulders.
Sakura swallowed hard as her mouth went dry. Next to him, she likely resembled someone who had just crawled out of bed, and she suddenly regretted her decision not to wipe the dust from her boots before entering the establishment. It felt as if she were in the presence of royalty.
Oh yes, she decided. It would be a very bad idea for her to puke on him.
I found you with the Ignis/Reader fic! Where the reader is having dirty dreams about him and he fucks her outside of the tent! I tend to check most of the thot squad blogs daily! Such good writing! ^O^
I swear, that Part 1 fic is infamous in ways that I never expected it to be, but I’m so proud that it is, LOL! I outed myself as ultimate Ignis trash that day.
Lowkey tho, I want to always harness that magic for writing that captivates like that. So I can look back on it and be like, “Yeah. I wrote that. That was cool.” The moment I ever stop feeling like I got that kind of touch in my writing is the day I’ll stop.
A new rpdr ask thing bc i still see that one going round that was made before season 7 and it annoys me
1. Fave runway outfit ever worn
2. Least favourite outfit ever worn
3. Favourite season 1 queen
4. Tatianna or Detox
5. Ideal lipsync song
6. Favourite design challenge
7. Laila or Cynthia
8. Aaa girls or team NYC from s8
9. Favourite season 6 queen
10. Who is more iconic: jasmine masters or gia gunn
11. Phi phi or Roxxxy
12. Shalaska or Katlaska(?) friendship
13. Trixie or Bianca
14. Favourite top 3
15. A queen who was robbed of being in the top 3
16. Best lipsyncer
17. Best makeup artist
18. Funniest queen
19. Best Rupaul pun
20. Fave Rupaul outfit
21. Favourite queen who went home first
22. Most shocking moment
23. Favourite catchphrase
24. Willam or Latrice
25. Ideal guest judge
26. Kim Chi or Thorgy
27. Favourite underrated queen
28. The time the fans needed to chill the most(other than just generally)
29. Unhhhh or Fashion Photo Ruview
30. Predict a season 9 top 3 and a winner