Aug. 8th, 2011

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Naruto fic! After a year of radio silence! *clutches at head* My writing feels like it's gone down the proverbial shitter! More fodder for my quarter-life crisis! /o\

Felicity on the Far Side

Fandom: Naruto
Rating: PG
Characters: Kakashi; cameos by ANBU, jounin, a hokage, oh my.
Warnings: Set in the interim between parts I and II.
Summary: When Naruto left, he had been 28, and young enough not to feel old.

1300 words, hopeless K, and floaty canon!

'Are you having a mid-life crisis?' Tsunade asked without preamble, both snide and suspicious. )


[edit:] Am also taking prompts (especially for Naruto!) if anyone has them~
karanguni: everyone loves a rich boy  (cilian MURPHY)
Since I feel about as confident in myself as an adult does in the permanence of a sandcastle built upon the moats of an ocean*, it's a great time for recs! And to acknowledge that I will never enter an active fandom, ever! 8D

Naruto recs

Telephone: Kaka/Iru, but the genius is in Team 7.
White Wedding Gaara/Naruto, with much Kaka/Iru hilarity.

Both by rageprufrock.

I'm sure I don't need to sing rageprufrock's praises, but read these two fics. They'll pick your day up, shake them up, and leave you with a huge, ridiculous smile on your face afterwards.

In Bond and Blood by thehoyden

I'd just rec everything by thehoyden, but this one is a nice, meaty read that errs on just the right side of light-hearted and the left side of thoughtful to make me a happy pile of contented K.


We Might As Well Dance by megyal

One wonderful thing about animes like Naruto is that they seem to produce the crackiest, most wonderfully apt AUs. Kakashi's dogs, Iruka-the-vet, just add water.

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax