#wtfc

That said, I just literally learned like an hour ago that you also have a Sasusaku fic (I saw you answered a question in tumblr and mentioned it), so I checked it out, already on chapter 2 and loving it already! Just letting you know haha will just be leaving comments there. But anyway, I'm so excited to see how you write Sasusaku compared to Kakasaku *but I think your sasusaku fic is more of Sasuke's POV, so far? Or maybe I'm just guessing* but still I'm sure this will be great. That's it! Bless you for writing great fics ❤

Oh yeah haha When the Flowers Cry is my first Naruto fic, but I got too excited to start writing TAOL 😅 But I'm planning to return to and finish WTFC once ACT 1 of TAOL is complete so thanks for checking it out!

summary:

With great powers come great sacrifices.

Sasha's introduction to Jon went rather better than Tim's - though, to be fair, this wasn't saying much.

They went back to Jon and Martin's shared room, where Jon had been waiting sitting cross-legged on his cot. He rose up when they entered, his back ramrod straight in that way which meant he was nervous. Sasha immediately introduced herself, and even offered her hand to shake; after a pause full of suspicion, Jon took it.

"You're not what I expected," Sasha said cheerfully, and Martin grimaced.

"See! That's exactly what I said," Tim cheered before Jon could say anything. "From what I've been told, we're lucky to have gotten the less intimidating Archivist. We're going looking after the scary one, now."

"That sounds like a terrible idea!" Sasha exclaimed, sounding like she thought the exact opposite. "Tell me more!"

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summary

An exploration on country-dwellers' relationship with the things that live in the dark.

Jon had been expecting the blow; he threw himself to the side in a flurry of black cloak, putting himself at a safer distance. Martin had stayed frozen in place, though, taken aback by how quick the situation had turned sour. He stared, eyes round in surprise, at the creature who'd unexpectedly replaced his companion next to him. The Stranger snarled, and turned its glassy eyes on Martin.

“Travelling with a meal?” it creaked, its teeth glinting in the sunlight. “I always thought you people fed off paper and tales.”

“Martin, get back! Get away from them!” Jon shouted, and Martin did so, scrambling away from the monster - and from Jon himself. It didn't move, instead looking with interest between Martin and Jon.

“Oh, Archivist. Is he important to you? Does his life matter?”

Jon glared at it; the grass around him seemed a lot more insubstantial than it had been the moment before, and the air suddenly felt drier. Martin swallowed, and his throat was as parched as if he'd just been walking through a desert.

“None of your business,” Jon growled, narrowing his eyes. “Leave him alone.”

The monster grinned. “What are you going to do if I don’t? Talk me into dying?”