#sasodeiweek2026

Sasori: I’m a bit occupied at the moment, brat. Come back later and —

Deidara: *bursts into Sasori’s lap holding mewling cat* This can’t really wait, hm!

Sasori: Good lord, what are you doing with that thing?

Deidara: She got into a fight with two other cats, hm. She was so small and weak, I had to save her! But they scratched her up pretty bad …

Sasori: *sighs and clears off a space on his desk* Set her here.

*Deidara sets the cat down and Sasori talks softly to it, comforting it as he gently cleans and bandages its scrapes*

Sasori: There, that should hold her for a while. *finds an empty box and puts one of his old cloaks in it, setting the cat in the box* Go and find her some milk or something.

Deidara: *leaves and returns minutes later with a small bowl of milk, which he places next to the cat*

Deidara: Aww, she likes it, hm! Thank you, Danna.

Sasori: Mm. Now, let me see your wound.

Deidara: My wound? What —

*Sasori goes to him and pushes up his sleeve, revealing a long and slowly bleeding claw mark extending from his elbow to his wrist*

Deidara: Heh; didn’t even notice that. Guess that mean gray cat got me after all.

Sasori: You seem to be remarkably unobservant when it comes to matters of your own body, brat. *begins applying antiseptic and cleaning Deidara’s cut*

Deidara: I guess. I’m … I’m glad you were here, Sasori. F-for the cat. And for me. 

Sasori: *smiles as he bandages Deidara’s arm* A high compliment, indeed. There. You’re all better.

Deidara: Not really; now all of a sudden my lips feel really achy, hm. C-can you fix that, too?

Sasori: *rolls his eyes before pulling Deidara into a kiss* Better?

Deidara: Mmmm, much. But you know what hurts now? *points* My thighs. Do you think you should take off my pants and make sure those cats didn’t scratch my —

Deidara: ‘Sori! Aren’t you done with that boring crap yet??

Sasori, sitting at his desk with his head bent over books: What you call “boring crap” is actually the catalyst for my future as a rich and successful doctor.

Deidara: *groans* Why the hell am I dating such a boring old man again? It’s Friday night! Let’s go hit up a party!

Sasori: Pass.

Deidara: *hops up on the edge of Sasori’s desk* Well then can you at least take me to go get something to eat? I’m starving, hm!

Sasori: How are you starving? When I passed by the cafeteria earlier I saw you and that ridiculous roommate of yours gorging on what must have been six or seven food trays between you.

Deidara: Aw, that was just because Hidan dared me that I couldn’t eat more nachos than him. Proved him wrong, though. And anyways that was like, years ago, hm!

Sasori: That was less than four hours, brat. Look, after this I’ve got two more chapters to read, and a whole mess of essay questions. Go and amuse yourself elsewhere, alright?

Deidara: I don’t want to, Sasori. You never spend any time with me! Your stupid books get to see your face more than I do!

Sasori: *sighs and closes his book* Good god, man. You’re the most annoying, dramatic, attention-seeking person I’ve ever met.

Deidara: Oh yeah?! Well you —

Sasori: *grabs Deidara’s knees and pulls him closer* You’re also the kindest and most beautiful, so I guess all things considered I’m a lucky man. How about I order us a pizza and we watch a movie? I’ve got some new ones I know you’ll find really exciting.

Deidara: *leans over and puts both hands on Sasori’s face, kissing him* Now that’s more like it, hm!

*a little later*

On the tv, in a man’s voice: “ … and then the scalpel is carefully inserted into the chest cavity, where a four-inch incision is made along the —“

Sasori: Isn’t this great, Dei? And the good news is that this is just part one of a ten-part series, so you and I can have dates like this for the next few weeks!

blind alley

fandom: naruto summary: after sasori’s death, deidara finds himself at guertena’s art gallery. he’s not impressed… that is, until he’s transported to another dimension— a dimension where he finds a very familiar face. pairings: sasori x deidara word count: 1.2k notes: - canon-compliant major character death - written for @sasodeiweek (I actually had it done on time but then the whole ao3 outage happened (╥﹏╥) and I got busy after) - prompt: crossover AU and “let me see your wound”

deidara needs stitches. read it here!!

tysm for everyone who has left kudos, bookmarked or commented on my work or liked or shared any of my posts for this event, i got to talk to some cool people and had so much fun ^.^

Due to this years short notice, the proposal is to host a 3-day event from Friday February 27th - Sunday March 1st

The prompt options can either be:

Day 1: two word prompts (eg "Artistic Duo") Day 2: two phrase prompts (eg "You call this fine art?") Day 3: two AU prompts (eg "Road to Ninja AU")

one word prompt & one AU prompt for each day no phrase prompts

Regardless, prompt suggestions for each kind are needed! Please send them via the ask box.

Sasori: You feeling okay, love?

Deidara: Tired. Hurty.

Sasori: “Hurty” isn’t a word, dear.

Deidara: It is when they won’t give me more of this stuff like I asked. *taps his morphine-drip IV*

Sasori: Now, darling; you know they have to ween you off of that stuff. And come on, be brave. You get out of here in two days and then you get Nurse Sasori to take the best care of you.

Deidara, pouting: Better be some sponge baths thrown in there …

Sasori: Don’t worry; there will be.

Deidara: *sighs* Well I suppose you coming to visit me like this is better than our usual “date nights”, hm. 

Sasori: … Did you just call this a date??

Deidara: Well, yeah. I mean you brought me flowers, we ate together *points at his hospital tray and Sasori’s vending machine water bottle and candy wrappers*, and now we’re watching a movie *points at the little tv on the wall in front of them*

Sasori: Mm. Funny how we seem to only have peaceful “dates” when you’re in the hospital for a broken arm and leg. I should really ask Hidan to dare you to jump off of buildings when you’re both blasted drunk more often, eh?

Deidara: Well if you want to, you know he’s down in room one twenty-two, hm. Good luck finding a time when Kakuzu isn’t in there screaming at him about what the hospital bill will cost him.

Sasori: *sighs* What am I going to do with you? I’m an old man, you know. Where am I supposed to find the energy to keep up with you and your recklessness?

Deidara: Ah, you’re not old, Danna. And if you want to give me some non-dangerous excitement, I can think of something I’d love to have you do before the nurse makes her rounds in here …

Sasori: Oh, really? And what is that?

Deidara: I want you to reach under these covers …

Sasori: Yes?

Deidara: And give this leg a good scratching under the plaster for me. Please? This itching is driving me insane!

Deidara: Hey, Danna? Can you help me? *holds up two dress shirts* I can’t decide which color looks better on —

Deidara: Ehhh … what are you doing??

Sasori: *stops, embarrassed; he had been trying to dance around the room with one of his puppets*

Sasori, quietly: Just thought I’d practice a few steps. You know, for Konan and Nagato’s wedding next week. I’m afraid I’m not very good at it, though.

Deidara: *sighs and steps into the room; he takes the puppet from Sasori and lays it on his bed, then he takes both of Sasori’s hands in his own*

Deidara: I could teach you, hm.

*the two step quietly around the room together, with Deidara softly talking and showing Sasori how to move his feet*

Sasori: Where did a destructive brat like you pick up such elegant moves?

Deidara: Around, you know. Here and there. Helps to know how to do stuff besides blow things up, or so I’m told.

Sasori: I see.

Deidara: And besides … *swiftly dips Sasori backward then pulls him slowly back up* You’ve got to get good at this; aside from Konan, I expect you to dance with me all night, hm. And we’re going to be the sexiest couple on the dance floor.

Sasori: *chuckles* Oh? Is that so? *dips Deidara himself, surprising them both with how smooth it is* I can think of something else I’d rather do with you all night. Tonight, in fact.

Deidara: Yeah? *pulls Sasori closer into his chest, staring into his eyes* Like what?

Sasori: *breaks their grip and goes to the two shirts Deidara brought in* Show you how to properly do your laundry and fold or hang up clothes, dear. These are dress shirts; why in the world are they so wrinkled?? They look like they were rolled into balls and shoved in the bottom of your dresser. And the musty smell *sniffs them in disdain* Good lord you’re a mess. Well come on; the sooner we get started on this, the better. *walks out*

sasori is getting married. you can read it here!!

see you tomorrow for the last day :3