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See the letters? Look close.

Now, obviously we already saw the pretty visible Excessa on the front of the cargo ship;

But, still, a cool detail that does seem to confirm that Excessa is some sort of planet or city and not….I dunno, the name of the ship?

A Fathers Love

Authors note: Hey everyone!! I’m new :D Hope you enjoy this little story. I’ll be writing more in the future so please enjoy and review! Also I spent close to two hours doing this. Itwas WAY longer than I intended

EDIT: Fixed all grammar and spell errors and boy were there a lot lol.

~commish me~

Summary: New Parents Sasuke and Sakura Uchiha leave the safety of Karin’s hideout to venture home to Konoha. The couple face an opponent that threatens the life of both Sarada and Sakura; and well, Sasuke just won’t have that…
Rated: K


Sasuke sat protectively behind his wife on the worlds most uncomfortable futon mat {which really was no better than the floor aside from sanitary precautions}. Sakura leaned back on his chest with her head craned comfortably on his right shoulder. His arm wrapped around her lower torso and his head peaking out of shoulder as he observed his -their- daughters small lips, dainty lashes, and jet black baby hair.

Karin had since stepped outside of the hide out to watch for anyone (or thing) out of the ordinary; mainly to give the new family their space.

A ghost of a smile danced across his face as he watched his wife nurse their newborn child. He was overcome with love and affection and even when Karin was around he didn’t bother to hide his soft and loving gestures for his wife. Sakura had a slightly difficult birth and was evidently exhausted from it. Sasuke on the other hand was more than ready to stay awake and keep watch for many nights to come to oversee their safety and delicate bond grow.

Sakura pulled her shirt back over her chest and snuggled Sarada close. Being careful to support her delicate neck.
“I’ve never seen something so…beautiful” Sakura said in a hushed whisper, as if trying not to disturb the drifting baby.

Although he was a man of few words, in that moment, he had every single word he ever wanted to say come to mind. He was overcome with joy. The scene of his princess cradled in his queens [shanarro!] arms was almost to much for his heart to handle. He affectionately nuzzled under Sakura’s ear and jawline and hummed a lullaby he recalled his own mother singing to him.

He broke from his humming to look at his family in his arm once more; “Thank you. For all that you have done, and for all that you have given me,” he continued, “for shinning a light in the dark and being the glue of Team 7,”. From his view he could perfectly see the beaming smile and the shine of tears threatening to spill in the corner of her eyes. He watched Sarada scrunch her nose and wiggle slightly before opening her eyes to stare at the man with voice of silk and velvet.

He grinned. Removing his hand from Sakura’s waist he gentle raised his hand to Sarada’s head and spoke softly to Sakura again, and thank you, for giving me an heir,” he tapped her fairly large forehead clearly from her mother;

“and thank you Sarada, for being the blessing I probably do not deserve, I will protect you and your mama until my last hour” as he gently removed his fingers from her forehead to only have her grip at them, holding her obsidian gaze until her lids slowly slipped close into a deep sleep.

“I love you Sasuke-kun,” he heard before watching his beloved wife also slip into a deep sleep. It wasn’t long before he peeled away from behind his wife and carefully placed his daughter beside his wife -who now curled into a fetus position with a protective hand over her newborn-.
He smiled softly before examining the hideout for the nth time for threats. Even during his softest moments he knew to be aware of everything around him. Even Sakura’s bone crushing hold on his hand during labor didn’t diverge his keen awareness of the leaves rustling outside and the owls taking flight towards their prey. He was hyper aware of everything. Everything.

Two days passed before the trio left the safety of Karins hideout to head off to Konoha to show their friends and Sakura’s family their new addition. It had been a few months before they had been home, and Sakura was itching to get moving as soon as possible.
He has disagreed leaving so soon. She was still weak and very low on her chakra reserves. She was truly in no situation to be walking so far either; two days walking a matter of a fact. Begrudgingly, he gave up fighting with his stubborn wife.

After hearing things like “I have you, there is nothing to worry about” and “it’s not like we’re that far from home; I bet Naruto and Hinata will meet us half way!” he didn’t have the energy or patience to argue with it. Shortly after the delivery, Sasuke sent a raven to his friend who then wrote back about sending aid for assurance for the new family’s protection. However damaging it felt to his pride he didn’t argue it. He wasn’t going to let a hair on either of their heads be moved out of place.

Sakura cradled Sarada in her protective embrace under a massive dark cloak provided by her husband. The less attention the better she reckoned. They walked side by side the first day without a hitch before settling down at a local inn.
They were making better time than expected; Sarada rarely fussed about much ~except the smell of tomatoes her papa ate on the road~, fueled up relatively fast, and slept the majority of the first day.

Once they reached the inn Sakura handed him Sarada and a bottle before stepping into the bathroom for a much needed hot shower. This was a rare moment of true alone time he had with her yet. He quietly propped himself up against a back wall and held her in his right arm. It took some toying around with before he lightly leaned her against his left nub and bottle fed her and with his right hand. It was certainly a challenge but not one that would stop him from caring for his beloved daughter.

He continued to burp her and lay her down beside him on the futon mat, pulling the covers up as he laid her in the middle. He played with her chubby cheeks, kissed her wideish forehead, bopped her nose, and tickled her feet. Sakura silently watched him from the bathroom, watching the delicate bonding between him and Sarada.

His smile made Sarada giggle and when he gave a low rumble in response she would kick her feet and wave her arms all the while giggling harder. He really couldn’t get enough of her joyful personality.

“She looks so much like you Sasuke-Kun,” he heard Sakura say as she crawled under the covers with them.
He smirked in return, “yes but she has your forehead” he said before looking up at her semi annoyed and playful eyes. He let out another low rumble of laughter, prompting another tired giggle from his princess.
“She also has your personality…” he smiled softly at the now drifting child. He pecked her cheek and watched as Sakura soon followed before pecking a chaste kiss to his own lips.

“Goodnight Sakura,” he softly whispered watching her snuggle up to Sarada and himself. He watched their in sync chests rise and fall in slumber for an hour or two before he too gave way to sleep.

The family rose with the sun and embarked on the last leg of their trip. If they made as good as the time they made yesterday, they would be home by eight at the latest.

Sakura once again carried Sarada under the dark cloak as they traveled through an unbeaten path in the woods to avoid passerbyers on the main road. Being so close to home and expecting Konoha nin for protection led Sakura to believe their was no reason to stay off the main road. However, she didn’t argue with him. He believed she enjoyed his overprotective side.

Sasuke didn’t voice it but he began to worry. The Konoha nin should have met them by now seeing it was past noon. He pushed it aside and continued to survey their surroundings. Looking slightly over his shoulder, he saw a very tired Sakura and a fussy black haired princess. “Let’s rest for a few minutes” he said calmly.

Reaching a nearby tree he gently took the cloak of his wife and child before lying it down in the grass. Gently taking Sarada from her arms he leaned against the tree and handed her his canteen of water and some energy pills he made (unlike hers, his were actually tasteful). They rested under the shaded tree for awhile, enjoying each other’s silent company and the soft cool breeze. He watched Sakura feed Sarada one last time before burping her and gathering up her cloak once again. Taking her hand he scooped her up and held onto it as they resumed their walk.

Caught up in a moment of pure relaxation he failed to realize the wind had stopped blowing, the birds stopped singing, but the leaves were still rustling. The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up as he surveyed for chakra and low and behold, caught four signatures of unknown nin. Swiftly he stopped and stood in front of Sakura, summoning a clone to stand directly behind her. How could he have failed to sense them coming before?!

Needles came from above and multiple sides and angles, skillfully deflecting them all he readied for any defensive up close battles. Drawing out kunais with paper bombs and sending them in the directions the needles came from.

At this point the four signatures appeared. Sharingun Activated and rinnagon at the ready if needed. Three males and one female, all with smug looks that made his blood boil. The leader, he supposed, was skronny as hell with black lines painted on his neck all the way up to his eyes.

“Well well, you move fast for a family of three!” He grinned smugly. Already analyzing their status as rogues from the Mist that had been MIA for numerous years; successfully making ANBU Bingo books and currently on Sasuke Uchihas death list.

Eyebrows drawn together with a look half murderous and half taunting; he stared them all down, almost daring them to try. No need for that.

“Your kind are not welcome any more. Your sins are to great to ignore and therefor we have been sent by the gods to punish you,”

‘Oh great’ he though. Not some Jashin lovers.
“Your punishment is death to your clan..to your wife..to your child. But not before we grace our god with their gifts of excellence.” the leader said with a smirk.

Dead. Dead as dead could be. “Sasuke!” He heard Sakura scream from behind him, the ground was turning muddy and sticky. Realizing he had seconds before it became practical concrete he scooped up Sakura in his arms -quickly summoning a susanoo arm- and dashing over head to a clearing.
Gritting his teeth he took a deep breath in and released his mastery level fire ball jutsu towards the two approaching nin. Naturally his susanoo engulfed the two as Sakura clutched Sarada close to her.

Peering over his shoulder her saw his wife covering his daughters ears bent on the ground. Why the hell was she on the gro-blood. He saw just the faint trace of blood trace Sakura’s cheek from a lone needle. Hadn’t he blocked ever single one?!

“It’s alright Sasuke. We’re fine. It wasn’t laced with anything” Sakura said assuringly. He nodded once more before dashing off to continue his attacks on the enemies. The susanoo continued to radiate around Sakura and Sarada. Blocking any and all attacks of paper bombs and several water type jutus’.

After trapping two -who impressively countered his fire ball jutsu- into a world of pain inflicted by his sharingun he then directed his attention to the leader and the women by his side. The screams eventually died down from behind him where the other two were slowly dying from his visual kekkei genki. The leader still had that smug look graced on his face and the women looked just as murderous as he.

“Come now, you can procreate more and find a better looking wife after this; it’s not your life being taken…” the man motioned to Sakura and Sarada, still engulfed in his susanoo. He could taste the metallic blood from his cheek he was biting so hard on. The women preformed some unfamiliar hand signs before dissolving into the ground. Using his sharingun he located her moving under ground towards the susanoo’s weakest point; using the rinnagon he summoned the earth to divulge and crack right where she was, trapping her before he shot a bolt of lightning under the ground.

Her signature began fading and then was completely gone. He turned to where the leader was and blanked at what he saw. It was a distraction. He held Sakura roughly by her pink threads. But where was Sarada!? He turned to look back at the susanoo and saw her bundled in the cloak screaming; clearly due to the lack of her beloved mother. He didn’t notice his mangekyou sharingan had activated but damn was he going to let shit really hit the fan now.

How did he break into it?! He was livid. His Susanoo was unrivaled to his brothers, how could he have let this happen. Despite his insides flipping the fuck out, outwardly he carried his defensive stance as he glared at the enemy. “Please, don’t make this harder than it should be. Jashin judges not between age and genders.” He grinned wickedly. Using his speed to his advantage he bolted as fast as he could towards them, already signing his next attack. But before he could get there, Sakura had taken matters into her own hands….‘damn woman’ he couldn’t help but think.

She spiraled back, slamming her chakra infused elbow right to his esophagus. It was almost funny watching his wife send the threat hurdling hundreds of yards back. Jumping to her side he looked down at the panting women clutching her stomach. It had only been four days since she gave birth, and not an easy birth either. “You have underestimated my wife, she is not a weak women” he said Cooley, surprised he wasnt more annoyed with her. Summoning a clone to take her back into the protection of the susanoo and to the upset sarada he made his way towards the enemy climbing out from the splintered tree he was hailed into.

The sound of screeching birds was the last thing he heard and a bright light was the last thing he saw.

He turned around, briskly making his way to his family and calling off the Susanne once the coast was clear. Worriedly he looked her over, then he turned his attention to the child shrieking and clutching Sakura’s shirt. His heart fell. How scared she was and how he had let Sakura be pulled from the susanoo.
“Can you stand?” He questioned. They needed to retreat from the area as soon as possible. She nodded and even though she managed to get to her feet with a still crying Sarada, she couldn’t simply run out of the area.

Sighing he summoned back his susanoo arm and scooped the two up and bolted from the area. Once they were a good eight miles from the area he sat her down on a large tree branch where she leaned back against it. Dusk was already falling. Luckily they couldn’t have been more than three hours from the village and could easily make it there by midnight.

He sat down in front of Sakura, watching her try to console the crying child with little luck. Sarada gazed over at her papa and shrieked and screamed. His heart fell again. She must think him a monster. Sakura began tearing up and when he stood to give them space (also to move away from a now fearful-of-her-own-papa child) she wailed louder and threw her hands towards her papa. Wiggling with all her new born might. Seeing the act in front of him almost melted his heart once more. He sat down and took Sarada gently from Sakura. Holding her close; she tightly gripped her papas cloak and wailed into his shoulder. Soon, she quieted down and happily rested against his shoulder as he cooed and soothed the child. Patting and rubbing he back rhythmically.

Sakura was the one to tell him about upcoming signatures, one very familiar. Seconds later Naruto stood upside down from the branch above the family.

Of all the things to say first, the knuckle head said the worst; “Wow Sakura you look like shit.”
Before either had a chance to punch him Ino was already on the job. After a good scolding Ino was all over her friend, complaining about Sasukes lack of care and inability to be lovey dovey or something along those lines. Sakura rolled her eyes and smiled gingerly at Sasuke, who held Sarada sweetly and gave a ghost of a smile back.

“MY TURN TO HOLD MY GOD DAUGHTER!” Naruto exclaimed before a chorus of no’s beat him to the action. Sasuke protectively held his daughter closer and even placed a kiss to the top of her jet black hair.


commandercod  asked:

I hope this isn't too intrusive of a question, but could you share a little about how you do your editing process? Your stories always turn out so beautifully, and I'd love to learn how to edit better, if you would be willing to share your process/some tips?

I would be happy to share, and thank you so much for asking! :D 

(Apologies for how delayed this is!) 

Tiny caveat before I dive in: please consider whatever I say in the light of what works best for you and your writing style! Nothing here is set in stone; feel free to pick and choose whatever works for you, and leave the rest. The beauty (and frustration) of writing is that we get to build our toolboxes from the ground up, but I hope you can get a little out of this that can help! 

1. Don’t edit as you go. I know this is tough for a lot of people, and I still struggle with it, but getting bogged down in every little mistake as you write really impacts your momentum, and can yank you out of the story just as you’re starting to get a good flow going. I tend to write in sprints – one hour of uninterrupted writing, break, then another sprint – and I find it helps to tell myself “Just write for one hour, and then you can go back and fix everything”. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t, but giving myself permission to focus on getting a first draft – however messy and awful it is! – down on paper helps me make progress. And that’s always helpful. 

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maidenofghosts  asked:

I said I was going to sleep, then I saw those prompts and knew I had to take you up on one. “Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" with Kamarx, maybe? :D

Sure thing, maidenofghosts. Gonna use my Nohr/3rdPath Kamui, Tsubasa, for this one. I apologize, it’s a little short considering how long it took for me to fill the prompt.

Kamarx Drabble- Just a Sprain

Tsubasa tried to keep up as best she could with the Nohr royals, but the pain in her foot was killing her. After she fell over back at that grassy hill they just past, it had been bothering her so much that it was hard not to wince.

It was easy for Marx to tell though. She was favoring one foot over the other and was slowed considerably. He sighed and turned around, walking over to her. He easily scooped the small woman off of her feet and carried her in his arms.

“Please put me down, Marx,” she protested, putting a hand to his chest, “It’s just a sprained ankle. Really, we’re almost to the castle anyway.”

“Tsubasa, you were limping and falling behind,” he replied firmly, “And even if it’s just a sprained ankle, you shouldn’t put pressure on it. You’ll only make it worse.”

“I…alright. But…I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a bother.”

“It’s not. It’s just what’s needed,” he insisted.

He easily carried her beyond the pace of his siblings. Once they arrived at the gates, he say people were worried and calmly explained the situation to them. This made Tsubasa quite flustered, but understood it was best to be honest and not have people worry more than needed.

Once they got past the gates and the others went on their way, assured all was well, Marx turned his head to make sure nobody was in earshot of him. 

“Something wrong?” Tsubasa asked softly. He shook his head.

“No, but I had a thought, if you care to hear it,” his own voice became only a whisper. A faint blush bloomed on Tsubasa’s cheeks.

“What’s that?”

He leaned his head a little so he was at the proper angle to whisper in her ear.

“I’ll be carrying you like this back to our room on our wedding night too.” He smirks. 

Tsubasa sighed. She found herself chuckling. “Ah, so you consider this practice then?” The smart comment escaping her lips was too quick for her to stop herself. 

“Perhaps,” he replied quietly, and started walking towards her room.