#sasothird

Rated E - 18+ only

Content warnings are tagged on AO3; main ones are also tagged here.

For the Sasori Week event

Chapters:

🫀 Day 1: Decay / Bloom Sasori & Konan gen; referenced underage Sasori/Third M/M

🫀 Day 2: God / Zealot Sasori/Kankurō M/M

🫀 Day 3: As Above / So Below Sasori/Deidara F/F, expl*cit, witch AU

🫀 Day 4: Reincarnation / Time Loop Sasori/Third M/M, referenced underage

🫀 Day 5: Master / Servant Sasori/Deidara M/M, they both live AU

🫀 Day 6: Alchemy / Anatomy Sasori/Deidara M/M, expl*cit

It is January 1st, 2024 and the Sasori Bunraku server is OFFICIALLY OPEN!

About the server: We are a community of artists, writers, and fans of Sasori. We are strictly 18+ and open to all things from SFW to dead dove. Our goal is to support others in our community, regardless of "popularity" level or output. We are here to create a positive hype space for all by sharing works and engaging with others!

Server perks: We will be the hub for Sasori Week 2024 as well as other events. We will also be hosting art streams, writing sprints, and in-server flash fic events. We even have custom emoji by wonderful artists in our community!

So if you, too, are a Sasori truther and wish to join us, we will be happy to have you! Link will be active for one week.

A series of one-shot slice-of-life vignettes with Sasori and the Sandaime Kazekage.

Chapter 1: Pomegranate Green Tea

“Does anyone else know of your kleptomaniac tendencies?”

 “Nooo-- why would you accuse me of such things?”

Birthday present for @lordkuronekosama 🎉🦂

Sasori and His Kazekage 💗😌

Inspired by La Belle Dame sans Merci

"There are only so many times Sasori is interested in exploring the same type of death."

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Red Death

Summary: Sasori had a plan to take the king's life and add it to his collection of immortalized souls, his last moments wrapped in a masquerade dance that would enchant him blind. Things don't go according to plan. Pairing: SasoSan

Excerpt:

The dagger clattered to the ground, it’s jeweled pommel catching what little moonlight filtered into the old abandoned church. Purple poison, thick and deadly, splattered where there should have been blue blood. Sasori kept a trembling hand over his mask, lest his identity slip through his fingers as his evening plans and lifetime ambitions did.

Not that it mattered anymore. Not when the king had drawn both his saber and Sasori’s blood. “Who would have thought,” the king said, a sharp smile playing on his lips. “That assassins could be so beautiful.”