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⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (2)
⇝Part 1
Naruto bounded into his village after three years. Three years of no friends, only Ero-sennin and training, training, training.
Well, that’s the gist of it.
But now, he can go and meet you, Sakura, Kakashi-sensei. Maybe he should buy flowers for you first.
Jumping up onto a near by pillar, he scans Konoha’s roads for flower shops, and perhaps you.
“Naruto!” Sakura shouts from the bottom.
Naruto jumps down, gives her a hug, and they slip into their usual banter. But Naruto’s mind hasn’t forgotten about his previous endeavour. So, in true Naruto fashion, he stops Sakura in the middle of her sentence to ask where you were.
Her face shutters in a way that sends him back to that one morning where he lost his friend. Sakura’s face is a haunting memory and for one second, a second that felt like eternity itself had sat down to watch the show, the worst of his imagination fills his mind.
Naruto turns around and bounds, leaps, soars above the houses in a mad rush to the Hokage tower.
Pleasepleasepleasenononononono
His heart is barely beating but it’s also a thundering drum in his chest. Naruto crashes through the window of the Hokage’s office, eyes wild and panicked. Tsunade heaves a sigh as she turns around to scold him.
“Naruto! You know that you can’t-“
He cuts her off.
“Where is she?!”
His chest is too tight for him, and as Tsunade’s face hardens, it tightens even more until he can’t breathe.
“She didn’t leave the village, Naruto. Breathe.” Tsunade commands as Kakashi-sensei and Sakura burst through the door.
Naruto takes a breath, then follows it with another, and continues until he calms down just enough to comprehend people.
Because no matter what they say, their faces are louder than their words. And you aren’t in his arms, aren’t safe, aren’t with him-
“Where is she?” He asks again, but couldn’t stop the hysterical note from falling into his words. The tone of authority. He stares up at them, and his eyes narrow on Sakura’s face as her lips flatten into a line.
Naruto wonders if he has given into the Kyuubi again as his vision starts reddening in the corners.
wherewherewherewherewhere
He faintly registers Tsunade calling for some Tenzo as his senses flare to search for you. Kakashi-sensei shouts as his hands fly through seals and Sakura backs up and leaves. In the back of his mind, he heard Tsunade telling her to go get Jiraya.
Then, Ero-sennin shows along with an Anbu, and Naruto is caged and slammed into the ground. Ero-sennin slams a seal on his forehead, and then all he knows is darkness.
Part 3
@kissyhalik
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (3)
⇝Part 2
Naruto woke up feeling dizzy, and thanked the lords that all of was a dream. His fox tended to give him the worst ones.
But that illusion soon shattered, as he moved his hands above his head, he couldn’t. Chains clinked.
They’d chained him. To the hospital bed. It was as if a bucket of ice had dropped on him as yesterday’s events soon came to him in clarity. His heart roared only one thing.
Get her back
He moved frantically, tugging on the chains until his wrists were raw and red. Just as he was about to start dislocating his thumb, Tsunade walked in with Jiraya, Kakashi, and Sakura.
He immediately started begging.
“Please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please, let me see her, I’m begging. If this was a test, I probably failed, but please let me see her-“
He was rambling, he knew, but he couldn’t care. You were his, and he was yours. It went beyond a romantic or platonic bond. You belonged with each other. By each other’s sides. No matter the circumstances. You were his first team and teammate.
Sakura’s eyes tightened around the corners, in a way Naruto realized that she was getting angry. She came forward towards him, then turned to face the adults.
“Hokage-sama” she wasn’t addressing her teacher right now, “When asked about the whereabouts of her, you told me that she left the village to go trade in the Wind Country to better our relation with them around the same time Naruto did. You had letters from her for me.”
“Well,” Naruto thought, “Gaara wouldn’t mind a visit from me.”
Sakura continues “But when Naruto inquired her location, I clearly heard you through the door, mention that she was in the village. If she is, why aren’t we able to see her?”
Naruto’s heart dropped. Three years? Nobody had seen you in three years?
Tsunade walks to the front of his bed. “I cannot-“
Sakura and Naruto move in sync. He yanks his hands out, disregarding his broken and bleeding thumbs, just as Sakura punches the window open. Her hand comes to his, glowing green, all the while moving towards their escape.
“She a was a important part of our lives, Hokage-sama, and we are not above breaking and entering for a friend.”
Naruto nods his head and one of his hands finish healing. “Yeah, those who abandon friends and comrades are scum.”
“I’ll take her to you.” Jiraya’s voice echoes.
“Just, don’t do anything stupid nor rash when we see her”
Part 4
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⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (4)
⇝Part 3
Naruto moved with caution as he went to sit down. Sakura moved with him, hands flickering green. He was thankful for her presence, and reminded him that even though nobody would help, she would be with him. Help him find you.
Jiriaya heaved a strangled sigh as Tsunade looked as if she was trying to murder him with her eyes alone.
“Well, I’m not exactly sure how to put this in words…” Jiriaya trails off as he looks to Kakashi for help. In turn, Kakashi pointedly looks at Tsunade.
“Lord, all of you lot are baboons,” she turns towards Naruto, and the previous gravity of the situation hits him full force again. You. And you not being with him.
“What happened to her?” His choked voice escapes him without his permission, as if a deeper part of him is seeking you out. His soul, being, and entire existence of Naruto, wailing for you.
Tsunade finally looks at him with remorse, well hidden, but noticeable because he has seen her at her lowest, knows what to looks for-
“I don’t want you to hate anybody, Naruto, Sakura. You both understand the, implications, of Naruto’s situation, yes?” She asks.
Sakura looks up from her hands, confused. Unable to hold in his want, his need for information, he whirls to her, grabs her face and drops the first bombshell of the day.
“I’m the Kyuubi’s host. It’s sealed inside of me.” Sakura’s eyes widen, but she’s been treating this as high risk surgery, so she internalizes, then promptly moves on. His hands drop.
The adults in the room watch dumbfounded as the two have an unspoken conversation (look at the irony of that) and then turn to look at them in unison. Tsunade takes this as a cue to continue.
“It’s no unknown fact that being a jinchuuriki is something that is very important to the village. They are mostly seen as very powerful beings in the military strength of a Hidden Village. Therefore, many others seek this power for themselves, such as the Akatsuki.”
Naruto felt as if he had split into two pieces. One was paying rapt attention to all of this, and the other was irked at the fact that this isn’t telling him where you were.
“When Naruto was born,” and now with this new tone of voice, he could tell that this is the Hokage and not Baa-chan talking to them anymore. “I believe, the council and Third Hokage thought it was the best choice to create a dormant ninja with astounding abilities to protect him from danger.”
There was a high pitched ringing in his ears again, and Naruto’s mind made the connections. Because no matter what people say, he is a ninja worthy of training under one of the Sanin. He learns to understand the unspoken, but lord, he didn’t want to now. Not if it meant what he thought it meant.
“She’s the dormant ninja, isn’t she?” Sakura’s voice cuts through, stating the obvious.
Tsunade nods.
“Then what does this have to do with anything?! This isn’t as bad as my secret! I won’t treat her differently, I promise! Let me see her!” He begs. Because he’s been without you for so long, Naruto feelings like he’s slowly shattering.
Sakura places a hand on his shoulder, “I think, that this is still the background we need to understand what happened.”
Tsunade clears her throat and continues, “Since this is a dormant ninja, they gave her the powers through seals. Her entire being is covered in them, and they connect to the corpses of the first two Hokage.”
Naruto’s breathe catches in his throat. Everyone knew that the corpses of the Hokages are preserved and kept somewhere very secret. To have that sort of power-
“But, all of this needed an anchor, and since the village had just been attacked, the Third Hokage became that anchor.”
He was making the connection. Uzumaki’s excelled in Funinjitsu and he had Jiriaya teach him. He just prayed that whatever his mind came up with, was wrong.
“After his passing, I soon found the scroll holding all of this information, and found that since she didn’t have an anchor, she was extremely unstable. We had to create a new anchor for her. Kakashi started it, Jiriaya fixed it.” Tsunade faltered. “I think it’s best if we go see her now.”
On the way to wherever she was, Naruto was dazed and completely unresponsive. Sakura was a comforting presence behind him, and his hand was fisted in Kakashi’s flak jacket.
Pleasepleaseletmeseeherpleaseiloveher
In the basement of the building they were in, they near a room with a window, which had an ominous blue light spilling from it. Naruto screwed his eyes shut, clamping them with force. He lets Kakashi steer him.
He doesn’t want to see what he did. Because this is his fault. Had he not been here-
Naruto hears a gasp escape from Sakura, followed by stifled sobbing. At that, he lets go of Kakashi’s jacket to cover his eyes before taking a deep breath and opening them. Although he didn’t want to see what he did, the need to see you would always overpower anything.
And there you were. The first thought in his mind is that you had grown even more beautiful as time passed. You look like the gods had spent time carving you out of stone. He never wanted to kiss you more.
Then the rest processed.
You were kneeling, ankles bolted to the ground, shackled hands clawing at the ground beside your thighs. Dressed in undergarments, seals littered every available space on exposed skin, glowing a bright blue. Hair brushed your back, swaying softly to their own dance, while your back arched as you stared at the sky with your mouth open in a silent scream going to the heavens.
There were people fluttering around you with brushes, dripping with ink as they scribble around the floor that surrounds you.
Naruto’s vision flashes black before coming back wavy, distorted. A sound escapes him, and he sees Tsunade with glowing hands near him. Distantly, he thinks that he is screaming for you, with you, your pain and agony flowing through him.
Then, Tsunade’s chakra wraps around him, and all he knows is darkness.
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⇝ Final Part
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
Should I continue the Darling, You’re Glowing series or keep it as an open ending Drabble fic?
𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 ⇝ 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴
⇝ 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴
⇝ 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺
⇝ 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴
✦ Gaara
⇝ 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦.
⇝ 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦
✦ Katsuki
⇝ 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨
✦ Naruto
𝘎𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳
✦ Satoru
⇝ 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬
✦ Kozume
⇝ 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘯𝘬 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴
✦ Suguru
⇝ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥?
✦ Megumi
One more time (link below)
Shoyo
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
You guys should know that if you pick more parts, it will take me more time to get them out. Alright, I don't wanna hang on your screen longer. Scroll away
Darling, You’re Glowing, Part 5
Part 4
Final part. Message me and I can add some more after the ending.
Silence. Whispers. Pain. Silence again.
Where am I?
The pain. The pain.
Sunshine, blue skies. Laughter. Love. So much love.
You love him. I love him.
Your eyes snap into focus as you roar, the world coming undone around you.
He’s in danger. You love him. You have to protect him.
Naruto was fighting for the sake of the village. A right hook, duck, roundhouse kick, clone attack, fight back, fight. He’d been here since the beginning, fighting and running, bringing the focus of the paths to the Hokage tower. The entirety of Anbu were waiting. Kakashi-sensei with his dog mask. Jiriaya had disappeared halfway through the invasion, whispered words from Tsunade’s mouth sending him running.
Fight
But now, the Anbu were pushed back. He was fighting with sage mode on, Ma and Pa with him as he moved. He was losing. He could feel it.
Pain had levelled the area, the entirety of the shinobi district now nonexistent. However, with the help of the T&I division, the Anbu had erected a large barrier, so majority of the civilian and merchant sectors were standing. Still, Naruto moved. He pushed back thoughts of you, knowing if he lost, you’d be brought here. And then, he would have to live without you.
Right then, Naruto feels himself get punched and grabbed. He struggles against the hands of the path, but his sage chakra runs out. He looks up and sees Pain’s mouth moving, but his breaths are getting shorter and he thinks:
“Am I going to die?”
The sand on the ground vibrates, small but he notices. They start bouncing, pebbles flying away. He feels like his heart flies away with them, too.
Because, you’re there. You’re there, fitted with shinobi clothes, hair pushed out of your face, and that sight alone steals his breath. A flicker of your fingers, and roots pull themselves out of the ground. His restraints are gone, and before he can catch up with his thoughts, your lips are on his and lord heavens above, he missed you. The relief, grief and joy all tangle together but he can kiss you, kisses you, until he can’t breathe.
His words fall out of his mouth, spilling against your lips as he moves his hands everywhere to memorize you. You both whisper I love you and I missed you and it’s been four years. His heart feels like its ripping in all directions and healing itself simultaneously. Naruto doesn't close his eyes, doesn't shut them even for a second, scared that he'd miss any part of you. He was memorizing every color in your eyes, every dip between your ribs, every breath, everything.
Naruto is crying, he’s sure of it, but you capture his lips again and he's grabbing your hips and pulling you in closer, as if someone might snatch you away from him. You both share a few more kisses before you crumple, an agonized scream tearing itself out of you. He shouts your name before your eyes glow, no pupils or irises to be seen, as you turn before tearing out of his hands towards a Path.
Nimble fingers fly through seals at super sonic speed, and he can see the water pull itself out of the ground, the wind from the air, whirling around you as you mold them to your liking. It rips into the body, pieces of it flying before turning into dust before his eyes and-
“…god…”
It was terrifyingly beautiful, the power and destruction you were brimming with. The air around you hummed with chakra, vibrated the fabric of existence with it. His clone winks out of existence, and the world turns brighter as sage chakra flows into him. Naruto stares, drinking you in, frozen.
Another Path moves towards him, but your clone is there, and he can feel you unlock your own chakra, nostalgic lighting charging the air, the scent of fire heavy in his nose.
Then, with utter awe and disbelief, he watches as you turn fire into lighting, force it to your liking, whipping it against the Path. It obliterates it into nothing, the hum of its power singing as it moves. Three gashes mark the ground, or trenches are more apt of an description, but you're ripping through them all. The trenches remind him of the claws of a beast.
No one could stand in your way.
The battlefield was silent with the exception of you moving through the enemies, cutting away at them. Oddly, Naruto is reminded of the time when you went to a festival a few years back, watching you move through the different Paths. Every step is a mimicry of the dance you did, and he feels his eyes water. There are cracks adorning your skin now, glowing, and he knows at some fundamental level that you don't have much time left.
Knows he can’t have you anymore.
He flies through the dust you've kicked up, and lands beside you. You both move together, a melody and harmony. The rest of the shinobi watch as you move together, Naruto observing you and matching every step, just like he did all those years ago at the festival. He can hear shouting. But he can’t care, because you’re there. He keeps moving, and soon, fight finishes in a blur. In victory. Until you collapse against him.
"I love you"
And then he’s grabbing at you, pushing your hair back, whispering it back with a fierceness. Your skin is cracked and raw, just like his after he accessed the fox’s power, and he can feel it bubble up. Naruto pushes against it, pushes it down to have some more time with you.
Tsunade pushes him away, her hands glowing green and Sakura rushes behind her with medical supplies. Naruto moves to you, but Kakashi sensei’s there, pulling him back.
“We have to find who was controlling those Paths…”
So, as his heart rips itself out of existence, he leaves, giving you a longing glance as he runs with Kakashi. The forest moves past them in a blur, tears falling from his eyes and then he’s staring at a shell of a man. Rippled eyes stare at him and he finds himself talking. Talking about himself, but talking about you the most. He almost faints at the thought of your body cooling-
Kakashi sensei shocks him a little.
Soon, green illuminates around him, and Naruto heads back, Kakashi sensei’s back strong against him. The crowd greets him, but he moves in a daze.
“Naruto!” Sakura’s voice breaks through the loud rushing in his ears, and he looks to see a smile on her face.
Hope ignites itself like a wildfire in his chest, and the tears flow earnest but he’s running, running to you and there you are. Hooked up and in a coma but not dead, not dead and you’re breathing. Naruto rushes to your side, grabbing your hand, as his body shakes with the force of his sobs.
Tsunade walks into the tent, and explains. How she gave Jiraiya the order, how Nagato’s gift helped them push you into a safe zone.
“However, Naruto, no one can access her mind. We don’t know when she’ll wake up.”
Naruto feels his heart break, but the rise and fall of your chest allows him some room to breathe. Then, Sakura comes and explains the rest.
“She, she’s accessed colossal levels of chakra, and we thought that she wouldn’t survive with none moving through her pathways.” Sakura move along the bed, checking your pulse.
“With the sheer amount she’s used, they’ve been blown open. However, during her comatose state, Kakashi sensei had been doing chakra therapy with Tsunade-sama.” He feels a sense of gratitude wash over him, and he doesn’t know how he’ll ever repay them.
“Her chakra reserves should be able to sustain her when she wakes, and her pathways should shrink enough for her to maintain mobility. We’ll have to teach her chakra control, when she wakes.”She finishes her assessment and leaves the room after giving Naruto a little pat on the back.
He finds her kind for using when and not if.
Days pass, and almost every time, after his shift of working to rebuild the shinobi sector, Naruto spends the rest of his time with you. Speaking to you while holding your hand, kissing your forehead, he’s there all the time. Tsunade reassured him, shows the scans of your brain, which indicate increased energy.
“Even though she burned through all the seals while fighting, she has to get through the mental block. Thankfully, Jiraiya was able to remove all seals from her body, but she’ll have to finish this on her own.” Tsunade gets a far away look in her eye, “finish this just the way she started it.”
And so he whispers encouraged words to you, telling you about the new taijutsu he’s learning, hoping it’d help if you were fighting. But the week moves with its feet dragging through the ground.
It was night when you woke up.
There was an angel on your bed.
Your mind had shattered itself but you’d pulled it back together, his words echoing through the chaos as you built yourself up again. You’d rather not remember it again.
He looked divine, holding your hand and moonlight painted the most gentlest of halos on his head. How blessed you were to see him first when you opened your eyes.
Your voice fought its way through your throat.
“Naruto?”
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.
@kissyhalik @the-holy-trinity-I @lennyleoo
Bold means I can’t tag you for some reason.
Im so sorry for being so inconsistent. Im drowning in work and im trying very hard to catch up there. I promise I’ll get to all the requests and become more consistent!!!
But as smth to look forward to:
Thank you all for understanding and supporting me 🤗🤗🤗
⇝ 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴
⇝ 𝘎𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Birth order is what determines power. Growing up as the youngest, he’s always seen this. His father attempted to implement it as well. However, Temari is as swift as she is terrifying, and she’d nourished love between the siblings after years of wariness.
Somewhere along the line, Gaara now is the crown prince for his kingdom. With how reluctant he was with public showings with his family, he had no reputation.
Well, no reputation as Crown Prince Gaara. Shukaku is another story.
Gaara’s eyes fall shut as the carriage ambles down to the main road.
Shukaku was born out of desperation. He was born out of hurried, quite steps to the soldiers barrack for a horse and a cape. He was late nights down in the heart of town. He’d give out money and teach children in the courtyard under the moonlight.
He was also the one who met you, two years ago, hungry beyond belief. He was glances to the display windows as you closed shop. He was the one who you looked up to as you handed him a croissant.
“Eat”
Gaara thinks it was your eyes and your smell. Innocent beyond belief and a smell that wrapped around him and was home.
He was so smitten in that first meeting, that he soon came down everyday to meet you. He was calming nights with his arms around you, kisses stolen as you mixed batters and kneaded dough, flustered looks as you hoisted flour bags up and down.
It was also a confession. You’d seen his tattoo, the one only known to the prince of the kingdom. He’d explained through sobs and a fear of you leaving but you only gripped him harder.
He’d expected shouting and anger. He got sympathy and compassion.
Two years later, and you’re still with him. Today, he’ll meet you at an inspection. You’d been nominated to represent the bakers district, and told him much when he meet you a week before. A few words from him to Temari, something about showing care for his people to help his reputation, and here he was, heading to your tiny bakery.
The bell rings as he opens the door, the smell a familiar scent. Around him, the officers and officials take a double take, eyes brightening and wandering to the display case. Gaara smiles.
“Hello,” you say, walking out the back holding a bowl of dough, your sleeves rolled up.
Gaara feels himself blush, your confidence and unwavering gaze falling on him. You set the bowl down on the counter, bowing to him.
“My prince.”
Your voice is going to be his downfall. He knows you don’t mean it, but your voice does something to him, and he’s fighting to keep his composure. You both had decided to keep the relationship a secret, but you’re making it difficult for him.
Gaara moves to the back of the group as you begin the demonstration. You push your sleeves back up higher, and he has this impulsive need to squeal. He opts to cough into his hand instead.
This keeps happening, over and over until he’s sure that his face matches his hair. The way you talk through the whole thing, grunting slightly here and there, and the flush to your skin from the physical work has him banishing his thoughts to the darkest corners of his mind.
Finally, as people crowd the countertops and tables to sit down and eat your delicacies, he announces in a loud voice:
“I’ll be heading in the back to inspect the conditions. Stay here and prepare a batch for me to take back to the palace,” turning to you, his faced wiped of all emotions, he gestures to you, “Please, lead the way.”
The minute he is out of sight from the others, he grabs you and kisses you, hard.
You laugh quietly against his lips, “Well, my prince,” his lips are on your neck and he can feel your voice, “Do you know, you look very dashing in these clothes. I almost messed up, on quite a few occasions.”
He chuckles against your skin, “I almost broke character there.”
You both spend a few moments together before he hears his men start shuffling around. Your voice breaks through his thoughts.
“However, I do have to say, when you looked at me outside, you looked as if you wanted to devour me.”
His noses against you cheek, leaning down to give you a final hug.
“I will. Keep the door unlocked tonight.”
And with those words, he goes out, grabbing the bag and thanking you as he leaves. There’s a new flush to your skin.
“Go to the palace, fast.” He orders as he settles into the carriage once more.
He has a meeting to prepare for.
@jone3y
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
Since it's October, and my favourite baby's birthday (ILY NARUTO), I will try my hardest to put something out for you guys and his birthday.
𝘈𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦
To anyone from the outside looking in, you and Naruto were the least compatible together. For anything.
The constant squabbling, the fighting, and the sheer annoyance the two of you exclude when together would easily make someone think: 'Dating? These two can't even be friends'
For instance, take last week for example; the two of you, one board game, and the rest of your mutual friends glancing nervously at the two of you. The end? You refused to give Naruto his monopoly money, and so you dumped his instant ramen all over him. Sasuke and Sakura both kicked you out onto the curb for that.
You washed his hair later that night at your house as he littered kisses over your bare stomach.
Anyways.
Or, let's talk about when the two of you had your mouths taped shut because you couldn't decide on a movie. Sitting in silence togther as the rest of your friends sprawled across the floor-for the entire movie.
Except you traced out 'I love you' on his thighs the entire time as well.
Regardless,
There is no regardless. No matter what instance is brought up, there is always something after that, just, makes no sense. Whatsoever.
When Sakura asks Naruto why he fights with you, he replies, "Because we like to. It makes her happy." It’s safe to say everyone's jaw dropped, and probably dislocated afterwards when he looped his arm around you and dropped his head down to kiss your shoulder. You were seemingly unbothered.
When a guy asks you out, not thinking of the hulking blondie beside you, onlookers are shocked to see him pull you into his side.
But, you hate each other!
Do you?
Well, you can't hate him much when he whispers into your ear that you're his, he's yours, and that will hold true forever. Can't hate him when he brings you potted flowers instead of bouquets because "his girl" shouldn't have dead flowers. And you especially can't hate him when he doesn't take any of your insults seriously and returns them tenfold. Even if it’s to see the Cheshire grin on your face when he does.
So yeah, to any onlooker, you both are incompatible, but he says "my girl" and "pretty babe" and so many things when all you do is look at him, and, well, he's pretty compatible with you, so you don't care.
He's yours. And he’s cute. So who cares.
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
My love, mine all mine
(Angst-tober, multi-fandom, un-edited)
Author's note: This is pure angst. There is no bright side. This is it (life sucks rn so everyone gotta suffer)
Ever since you were kids, he's known that your loyalty ends up being a convoluted way for you to hold grudges. The lady at the supermarket who side-eyed your mom? She's never understood why a child stares at her with such loathing every time she goes by. Or the girl who stole your friend's toys, she's never getting in a partner or group project with you or your friend. Or even the time that one boy stole your candy. Your fierce love for yourself and others always led to something.
He knows this. He's seen it. Hell, he's even been at the receiving end of it sometimes, He is also aware of the fact that you can never seem to hold a grudge for long if it involves him. Can't not share your lunches with him after a few days, even though he lost your favorite pencil. Can't not be mad at him for forgetting your birthday present when you were teenagers.
In a sense, he should be grateful for that, because when he finally asks you out after so many years of endless pining, you don't greet him with suspicion or hesitation.
He gets a blinding smile and a hug, along with a yes.
And, he is grateful, truly, but sometimes he wants to see how much he can get away with. But all you do is chastise him and then leave him be.
You can't hold a grudge against him.
He got too comfortable with that fact.
Your nose was running. Bringing a tissue to your nostrils, you blow your nose, then rub your hands together. Standing in the snow with heels and a dress, in a trench coat built more for fashion than insulation, was not how you planned to be spending your Saturday evening. Checking your phone once more, you look at the unopened messages you sent an hour ago. Rage rises in your chest, but you tamp it down, knowing that he's been busy, he's been late so many times now.
Sniffling again, you turn carefully and make a trek back into your apartment. Scanning the entry card, you nod and smile at the old ladies lounging on the chairs.
"Back from your date, sweetheart? Already?" one asks, looking up with a confused smile as you press the elevator button.
Looking off to the side to not start crying, you give the best impression of a goofy smile as you scratch the back of your head, replying,
"He got sick, so we had a raincheck,".
You can see the pitying looks, goddammit, and can't this stupid elevator come any faster. The tiny, stupid morsel of hope in your heart makes you check the messages again, and then promptly ceases to exist as you see the "Read 7:45 pm" on there.
There is a tightness in your chest as you wave goodbye to the sweet ladies while entering the elevator, and think that this is what it means to have your heart broken. Locking the door, you kick off the pretty heels, leaving them at the door. Next are the glittering earrings, left behind at the door-side table. You flick the lights on as you hang the trench coat on the coat hooks, and make your way to your bedroom.
The reflection in the full-length mirror catches your eye, and even though you are stunning, you can't help but feel as though you're wearing the best clown costume on this planet. You reach for the zipper of your navy blue dress and let it slide to the ground. Then you hook your hands into the tights; left in a pile beside the dress as you wear your pajamas.
There are tears blurring your vision.
Off comes the eyeliner that you spent countless minutes and YouTube tutorials on. The black-stained makeup wipe is left on the counter; next to it is the pretty pink lipstick that is left uncapped because you were in a hurry.
You grab a blanket and your laptop, then watch a movie before falling asleep, your stomach growling, never have gotten the food that it was promised.
There is a hand on your shoulder. You wake up, startled, all but to come face to face with the one man you don't want to see right now. His face is a little blurry, so you reach for your lamp as he settles beside you on the edge of the bed. The light all but caresses his face, and his eyes glitter with unshed tears.
Gods above, he was so pretty.
You stare him down, unflinchingly, and he cringes away, coming to rest his hand on your leg.
"I'm so sorry-"
You cut him off with words of your own, the acid tearing at your throat as you say them.
"What are we doing?"
The confused look you get is as good of a mask as it gets. But you've known him for so long, and you can read the undercurrent of hurt in there. But you you know him so well, that you can see the understanding in there as well.
"What?"
Heaving out a frustrated sigh, you wave your hand between the two of you, "This. What are we doing here?"
His brows furrow as his eyes chase your hand before flicking back up to your eyes.
"W-what? Babe, I'm sorry, you know-"
The words explode before you can say anything.
"Yes! I always have to know. This is the fourth date, now." The tears build up in your eyes, and his face contorts in concern, "I-I wore the dress you gifted me for tonight. The one you gave a month ago."
He blinks and opens his mouth, but you sit there as nothing but silence rings out around you. It's more deafening than any words he can say.
You feel immensely small as you say your final piece, sliding your leg away from his touch, "I stood for an hour wearing the heels you like. In the snow. And those earrings you like? Because they always make you stare at me? Those almost froze to my skin."
His hands spasm as he reaches for you before pulling them back and settling them in his lap. His head hangs as you finally catch a glimpse of the flowers he brought. "
Your heart all but shatters as you inch forward, and finally does break as you kiss him. There are years of neglect, not listening, and no understanding behind the kiss. It's all you're hurt.
"One last time." his eyes are red. "Kiss me once more."
And you do, because you've always been weak for him. He tastes of the food you would've eaten, the win you could've drunk, and you reel back.
His eyes are full of guilt.
"I forgot because we had a team meeting..."
"So, you had a night out with your co-workers, at the place we were supposed to go?"
"..."
He nods.
You lower your head in a nod.
"What are we doing?"
The tears are coming full-on now. It's been building for a while now, but you thought you had more time. You understand now that you thought wrong. The missing dates, the conversations that die out five times faster, the ignoring.
You've been dating a ghost. With dreams of-
Well, those don't matter now.
"I never thought I'd be the one to hurt you."
You tilt your head back, looking up to hold the tears off, and reply in a thick, choked voice,
"You never think when it comes to me. Always leaving me."
His eyes flit with confusion before they widen in dawning horror and understanding because your shoulders have a slant in them he's never seen against him.
"I deserve more than this,"
His hands come flying to your face, tilting it down as he swallows,
"Babe? I-I, come on. Let's do, do something-"
You gently hold his hands, cupping them, but slowly moving them away by shaking your head
"Every time I see you, I feel more alone." You stand up, pulling him out, out and away and he follows, as he always does, except you're both crying this time. Because you won't let go this time. This was a hurt too deep, too raw, and you know he understands it.
Another flowery perfume envelopes you and you shut your eyes as you push him towards your door.
"I, I still need you."
Your voice is entirely sad, and whimsical as you speak. You've shattered into a million pieces and the remnants of your anger ring out.
"Every time I wake up reaching for you, you aren't there. You changed me, but the thing is; You gave up. Such a long time ago. And even though you were never there, I-" the tears glitter like the earrings beside you on the table, "The worst part is that even though you were never with me, I still love you."
"I can't anymore. I break myself apart so I can pick you from the pieces and live with that."
He reaches and twirls a finger in the curls from your ruined hairstyle, kissing a piece before kissing your cheek.
"I'm sorry. But, but we can work this out. I'll do better!"
He stands outside the door.
"But that's the problem, isn't it. You won't ever be better. Not for me."
And he knows that this is the last he'll see of you. The earrings, the dress, the trench, he knows these memories will haunt him.
"I can't."
And the door slowly shuts, just like your relationship, because its ending was never a door shutting. It was slow, suffocating.
At least, he knows what would make you treat him like the others.
He just didn't realize how big of a price that was.
"But nothing can capture the sting of the venom she's gonna spit out, right now. Won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?"
Satoru, Suguru, Izuku, Shoto, Itadori, Megumi, Tobio, Tetsuro, Toru, Atsumu, Naruto, Shikamaru, Sasuke
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⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
Happy birthday Baby
(All credit goes to artist, none of this is mine, gotten from Pinterest)
Death Bed
A/N: this fic took very long and it was at first inspired by the song death bed, but then it took another turn and it was inspired by a lot more sad songs. I just feel so bad for Kisa now T-T
4,3k - Kisame x reader, angst, post pragnancy, bby daughter Nami, mcd (major character death)
♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾♡︎☾♥︎☾
Kisame’s cold shaking hand firmly held and tugged at your hand. Your blurry vision tried to make out what was happening. Where were you? The only thing your mind could make out was the bright cold lights that passed by you and that you were moving on something. Muffled voices rung in your ears, everything was spinning and then the warmth of the hand was gone causing you to panic.
“You’ll be ok, you’ll be-“
A broken voice sounded, but was muffled out again by what you assumed was a door clicking shut. It was hard to believe those words when the person they came from sounded like a kicked puppy - a small smile cracked on your lips by the thought of the person you loved so dearly and the fact that he was so concerned about your health. A slight pain pierced your right arm and not even 10 seconds after everything went black.
“Look at her - she is so beautiful, isn’t she?”
“And big, haha you mister make big babies that are hard to get out”
You couldn’t help but smile at the big man that rocked his daughter. Seeing him so soft and caring towards you and your child warmed your heart and made all the butterflies inside your body awaken over and over again.
Kisame softly put your daughter Nami in her small bed next to your big shared bed who was in a deep sleep. Your daughter always fell asleep in his arms and when he hummed to her with his deep voice. Your loving eyes settled on the small family you had built and your heart swelled up. Tears of joy prickled at your eyes and before Kisame could turn around to lay down next to you. You pulled yourself up and hugged him from behind. His head turned to look at you seeing the teary expression you wore causing him slightly to panic since he didn’t understand what happened. You simply kissed him with all the love and passion he had in your heart. Kisame kissed you back and let his hand dace up to your face softly cradling it. He slowly turned around so he could face you easier and deepened the kiss. Not long after you pulled away and pressed your forehead against his.
“Damn” “I love you Kisame Hoshigaki”
“and I love you y/n”
The two of you slowly laid down on the bed. You felt a big arm effortlessly pull you closer and you nuzzled your head into his big chest. His soft look settling on you. Feelings of pride, love and happiness swelled in his chest. To be a father was the last thing he expected from life, but the best damn thing he got. This little family you two built, every time he thinks about it it makes his heart flutter with love and happiness, but deep down anxiousness too that this is too good to be true. Life always found a way to fuck it up and he was hoping with every fiber of his being that he could have this happiness, watch his daughter grow, watch you be a good mommy and grow old with you, holding you in his arms. Without even thinking he planted a kiss on your head. It became second nature to him to love and protect you and would do whatever it took to keep you safe and make you happy even if that meant burning the entire world down.
“I never want this to end”
The words rumbled through his chest and settled into your heart. Kisame felt the smile that formed on your lips against his skin and a small kiss right below his collar bone lingered.
“me nither”
Your eyes fluttered open, but deep exhaustion still settled in your body. You felt something wet between your legs and knew right away what it was. The pool of blood between your legs stained the pretty sheets. An annoyed huff came out of your chest - you knew that the first period after pregnancy was stronger, but you didn’t expect this much. After stretching you felt your body slowly awaken so you stood up and looked over to see your daughter, not in her bed - you knew she was with Kisame, but the motherly part of you paniced so you ran out of the room to search for her. A soft smile crept on your face when you saw Kisame with your daughter in the kitchen, your nerves slowly easing and fatigue took over your body. You found it a bit harder to breathe and were a bit dizzy, but figured that this is probably because you were exhausted - after all having a little devil wasn’t easy. Kisame looked over to you, he was about to say something with his usual cheeky smile when you took a step forward. The body that held you gave out. Your knees were too weak to hold you up and you felt how you plunged to the floor. Your mind slowly going dark only hearing Kisame’s panicked cries in the background.
A nervous tapping echoed through the empty hospital walls. Kisame slurped on another cup of cheap coffee trying not to ease his anxiety by smashing someone’s skull. The man’s mind was clouded by racing thoughts and all he could do is just sit there and wait - for a moment the doctors tried to deny him even that, but Kisame was quick to scare them into letting him stay there and wait. The tapping in the halls was heard at an even beat as he paced up and down the same track. Like a panther in a cage. Right now, being here so helpless, useless and trapped in the anxieties of his mind. A loud cry broke the steady beat of the tapping shoes and Kisame’s exhausted eyes looked over to the small human laying in the staller. Picking up his daughter he put her on his chest like usual and gently cradled her. The tiny warmth she left on his chest was almost soothing.
“It’s ok baby shark. Mommy will be ok- she will be ok”
A soft kiss on Nami’s head started slowly easing her cries, although Kisame didn’t know who he was comforting more with those words. Tiny tears prickled up at his face when he looked at the girl on his chest, focusing on every feature that resembled you. The feelings of destruction faded away and everything that was left was pure anxiety, sadness and fear - fear that his nightmare will come true. That this will end before it even started. He hugged his daughter firmly and stroked her small locks without noticing the tears that ran down his cheeks until one fell on Nami’s head. He prayed for the first time to whoever or whatever could hear him let this all end good, that life won’t take his sunshine away.
Click.
A screeching was heard from next to him and Kisame whipped his head around to see a doctor that went out of the ER. A tired look settled on the woman’s face, dark lines framing her eyes and a white coat hung off her slightly drooping shoulders. Kisame has seen such a look many times on Itachi, but seeing a doctor like this wasn’t comforting. About to open his mouth she quickly interrupted him knowing fully well what his question was.
“She has something called Postpartum Hemorrhage also known as PPH, it’s when a woman bleeds too much after she has given birth - it’s a rare condition, but a serious one”
A small jolt of anger ran through the man’s veins when the doctor interrupted him, but he just painted it on her having a heavy shift and being drained - which once again, didn’t ease his nerves. “But it’s been 5 weeks since Nami’s birth…”
The woman looked at the child in his hands that was once again asleep in his arms after being calmed by Kisame’s heartbeat cracking a smile and easing the woman in a softer look. “In some rare cases, it can happen up to 12 weeks after the pregnancy - y/n will have to stay here for a bit because she is an unusual case-‘“
“W-what do you mean by unusual?”
“She bled out a ton for one night as you told us, not only that, but I assume she has done some serious work in her past since she has a weak heart as I’ve seen on some athletes. We want to keep her here-“
“For how long?” The doctor went silent, a sad, hopeless look settling on her face. “The lack of blood affected some of her inner organs like her… lunges - we do not know if she can be saved, but I can promise you sir that we will try our best. She will be in room 700 in 2 hours”
The air in the room became thicker and a pitiful look rested on the doctor’s face. Kisame couldn’t believe it - you were ok just a day ago…. and now, now it seemed to him like life itself was trying to rip you away from him and for the first time he couldn’t do anything to protect you. It was your own body against you and all he could do was sit there and watch - useless. helpless. hopeless. He wanted to scream, he wanted to punch that doctor's pitiful look off her face. Uncontrollable emotions whirled in the tall man’s chest blinding his vision with rage and want to destroy again to the point where he could feel his body shake and then again he felt a small movement on his chest and a tired yawn. His tense shoulders eased when his gaze settled in the small human in his arms. Deep breaths and big rises of his chest calmed his nerves a tiny bit knowing that right now he needed to be strong for his daughter. It was his duty as a father to give her a good life and he wasn’t about to start the little one's life with anger, rage, murder and blood - he wished that they could one day all three sit at a table when his baby is all grown up and laugh about this incident.
“Deep breaths Kisame. She’ll be ok, Just breathe.”
He was deep in thought, comforting and calming himself like you used to, not noticing that the woman in the long white coat had left. Time faded away, it didn’t go by fast nor slow, it was just another faded-out part in the background. He might’ve sat here for hours, minutes, seconds. It all blended in together and trapped him in this moment.
Should he fight for his daughter? Is there even a point in fighting if you’re gone? A tired roll of his eyes allowed him to see the clock on the other side through his eyelashes. All the numbers didn’t make sense in his mind, it was like rocket science at this moment - everything was. A small nod of approval twitched through his head as if he was trying to convince the potential ghosts in the empty hall that he understood the ticking device. Kisame carefully laid his daughter back in her stroller and started walking to room 700. The same tapping of shoes filled the space. Now everything blended together, everything was slightly spinning - was he even moving? He didn’t know and right now he didn’t really care too. His head only lifted to see the room numbers.
695, 696, 697, 698, 699,-
There he was standing in front of him the door. He hoped they already brought you here, but then again that would mean he sat down there for 2 hours maybe more without even realizing it. His large hand wrapped around the handle pushing the door open. You were there sleeping. Hooked up to machines, bags full of medicine and a heart monitor - it was a sight that made Kisame’s heart clench, twist and hurt. It was a nice hospital room. Three beds and three small tables all having 2 chairs each, in the back two big windows lit up the room. Yet, it was only you in it - maybe there weren’t a lot of people or maybe they were scared that he’d do something if they didn’t do the absolute most so you feel comfortable. The dragging of a chair bounced off the walls and your still arm was gently engulfed by Kisame’s. A few tears stained his face and his forehead rested on your hand wishing for you to get better. It just had to, right? The air in his lungs was burning and shaky. You just had to be ok. Slowly reassuring thoughts flowed in his brain that told them that his worry won’t make it better and he just needs to be strong and there for all three of you.
Again a doctor slipped past the door - the same woman as before. Her hair that was previously tied in a neat bun that now had a few strands that fell in front of her face and were altogether a bit lose perfectly adding to her tired face.
“Will she be ok? What will she need?”
As much as Kisame tried to conceal it worry dripped out of his mouth, his brows furrowing in concern without his knowledge. The woman took a deep breath. She wanted to look away or let someone else do this job because this was always the hardest part of her job right after telling someone their loved one has died.
“Her bleeding is very strong and it was hard for us to even stop it. We removed any rest of the placenta in her, but that didn’t work - so…” a weight settled in her voice until she took a deep breath and pulled her head back up that she didn’t even notice had fallen, looking professionally again “so we had to perform a hysterectomy”
“What does that mean?”
“We had to remove her uterus, but-“
“But what?!” Concern and panic bubbled in Kisame’s belly
“She-she might wake up or she might not and if she does we don’t know how long till…. She lost so much blood that some of her organs are failing. She is barely breathing. Best case, only 20% of her lunge can be saved, her heart is weak,…”
The rest of the doctor’s speech was blurred. It’s not like she didn’t know that, but it’s good to have said all this for the protocol. Soon she recognized it’s best to leave the man alone - he didn’t seem like someone that wants to cry on her shoulder, but rather cry alone with his lover. The only thing that snapped Kisame out of his state was the clicking of the door. He stood up ready to throw the chair he was sitting on in rage, but then he remembered you and his sweet child. Not in front of Nami. His shaking legs let him fall back on the chair and lean back. A heavy sigh pushed out of his chest and he fell forward gripping his hair in his hands. You had to get better….
A warm hand held your arm tightly. You heard the painful wheeze that came out of your throat together with the heavy breath that waved out of your nose and mouth. The realization you were alive settled slowly in your body with every new thing you felt.
The warmth on your hand. A small tugging at your arm. Pain in your chest. Pain in your head. Heaviness. Fatigue.
At last, your eyes fluttered open and you were slowly brought back to the world. You looked left. Then right. Now you noticed the muffled voices around you that slowly cleared. Time faded and you just existed. You theoretically felt, saw and heard everything, but nothing stayed with you - it’s like everything passed by you so fast you couldn’t even perceive what was happening, what was there or why all this happened. It went all by like a dream that you would only remember little blurry parts of. Then finally you were eased back to reality. You could look around and memories flooded you in your brief moment of confusion. Then your face settled on a worried braking voice. It was a bittersweet deep growl.
“K-Kisame?”
“Y/N, You- you are awake, I- you-“ The overwhelming river of emotions in his chest didn’t know if he should get a doctor, cry, hug you, kiss you - it was all just too much. As you still tried to remember and take in everything that is happening and has happened you felt the warmth get ripped away from your hand. An uneven beat echoed through the room and Kisame opened the door running to get a doctor. It didn’t take long before he was back with a doctor who followed him. Not waiting any longer the man sat beside you and took your hand again while pressing a soft kiss on top of your head. Soft words dripped out of his mouth calming you from everything that happened just now.
“Sir, I’ll have to ask Y/N a few questions to make sure of some things.” Her voice was still very heavy. As if this was a sad movie she’s seen over and over again and this was the last ray of light before everything came crashing down. You gripped your man’s hand tighter a bit anxious from the woman’s reaction and he was almost angry at her hopeless face. He wanted her to be happy too, to say that everything will be ok, but that never happened. Papers with little check poxes rested in her left hand and the other held a pen. A deep breath filled her lungs and the doctor was about to ask her first question when you interrupted her. Your face looking the other way at a small staller.
“C-Can I hold her? Nami. Can I hold my daughter Nami?”
You didn’t understand why you were choking up as if some part of you told you to hold, love and protect her with your life no matter what. The strong emotion your eyes settled deep into Kisame’s and it pierced his chest to see you like this. His face looked up at the doctor and she just gave a small understanding nod. In a matter of seconds, your daughter's tiny body pressed against your arms as you held her. The heart in your chest was thumping and beating. Everything faded for a moment at it was just you two. Tears clouded your vision as emotions overtook your body. For a short moment, it was only you and your little girl before the woman next to you brought you back to the real world. You understood that she couldn’t wait long because she had other patients that needed to be taken care of.
“You ready for a few questions?” ”Yeah…”
It has been 2 months.
Exactly 3 weeks after the date doctors told you you have left. Part of you saw this as hope that maybe you could be saved, the other part wasn’t so sure and it made you live in fear every day. Never did life make you question whether or not you’ll live another day so much. Breathing became hard, everything hurt and even small movements became a burden and how much you were dependent on your lover right now ate at you. Kisame was the utmost sweetest person to take care of you. He was the one who not only helped you with everything, but was also there for you and made you forget the pain for short time. You knew he was hiding his true feelings. He never showed worry or fear, but you knew he felt them.
“You get to choose between sketchy hospital food one or sketchy hospital food two”
A small smile stretched across his face and pulled you out of your buzzing thoughts. A slight chuckle blew out of your mouth as your head turned to look at the man next to your bed.
“Let’s try sketchy food two today-“
A hard cough ripped past your throat almost cutting off your sentence. You felt the way Kisame tensed up next to you and his hand gripping yours tighter. The scratching in your throat reminding you again of the state you were in. A loud cry crashed at your ears and a small movement tickled at your arms making your heart clench a little. The mother in you activated and you started to rock the little baby in your arms and cooing sweet words to her. Your man’s head fell to rest on your shoulder drinking in the way you took care of your daughter. Even though your arms were weak, voice shaky and raspy that didn’t stop you from doing your best to calm Nami down and soon she cuddled up peacefully to you. You gently blew on her face, the soft wind tickled her skin making her laugh. That laugh made you and Kisame smile remembering the times you were cuddled up all together at home, playing with your daughter, hearing her joyful laugh and small hands wave around. The man next to you picked his head off your shoulder and looked at you with loving eyes.
“Would you like to go on a walk? All of us together?”
A smile stretched across your face and you nodded as two big arms scooped you up carefully watching out to not accidentally pull out the needle in your arm. Carefully Kisame put you in the wheelchair next to you as if you were made out of the world's thinnest glass and started to push you carefully through the hospital halls with your daughter in your arms to get you to the small grassy area in front of the hospital.
Some time had passed by. Another month flew by and the nice days where you could go on short walks with Kisame became history. Now you were laying in bed slowly dying and neither you nor Kisame were able to mask your sadness and anxiety well anymore. You were weak and even talking became a hard task. Everything hurt, it hurt so badly. The way your muscles aced, the way you couldn’t even hold your daughter anymore because you were too weak. You weren’t getting better and you wouldn’t get better so what’s the meaning of all this. A high-pitched tone rung in your ears and the muffled words of Kisame drowned in the void of your head. It became a mystery to you if Kisame was shaking you or still just gently holding your hand, but at this moment did it even matter? You couldn’t even think anymore as you felt yourself slipping away and your breathing getting slower and raspier. One thing. One thing crossed your mind and it mattered so you did everything for that last thing. You gathered all the energy left in your body.
“I’m sorry that this has to end so early. Take care of Nami…. I love you and I always will till the end of time.”
Everything in you broke down as you started to slip away into an endless slumber. Kisame's fearful eyes settled on you and his shaking voice barely got the words “No, don’t leave me”, “Please stay”, “I love you too”, “I’ll take care of her, but I can’t let you go” out. The world was crashing down on him. it might have been 30 seconds until a doctor came in, but to Kisame, it felt like years. His body was following his instincts and not his mind anymore and he stood there shakingly as he watched the doctors setting up CPR. Time dragged and flew by at the same time and everything he wanted is for you to be ok.
Why was luck never on his side?
Why couldn’t life let him be happy just this once?
Why? Why always him?
The people in white coats tried over and over again and he just had his eyes glued on the heart monitor to see a heartbeat come back. He wanted to get over there and do it himself, but he knew he didn’t have the knowlage or training to do so. Just stand there, that’s all he could do. Stand there and watch your face and the people around you trying their hardest to bring you back.
They tried and tried until one of the doctors said it was enough. The team of people stood there crushed in front of your figure. Some of the bit their lips, others felt pity for Kisame and Nami.
The sad, guilty expression of the doctors told Kisame everything as they stepped out of the room. The man threw himself on your corpse and stroked your hair away. Heavy tears burned his face and his chest was getting crushed by the pain of not feeling your heartbeat. A scream echoed through the halls. He didn’t want to believe it and tried reviving you himself, but nothing helped. You were already gone…. long gone.
Kisame let his head rest on your chest as he just cried into you, acid tears birning red lines around his eyes and down his face. He held your hand as tight as he could. The air filled his chest and left it in a fast and sloppy beat. Now he knew…
This world.
This world is a true hell.
Comfort headcanons
A/N: I felt sad and I needed some comfort from my boiz, I wrote for Kakashi too because I know somone will appreciate it very much too. I hope this can make someone feel better like it made me feel a bit better when writing it
882 - Kakashi x reader, Itachi x reader, Deidara x reader, just generall comfort hcs (headcanons), nothing angsty just pure fluff
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Kakashi:
☁︎︎ Kakashi is always there for his s/o when they need him
☁︎︎ it doesn’t matter what it is, it could be the spider that scared you, this man will hold you as long as you need to
☁︎︎ 20/10 points for great listener: He got dissmissed as a child when he needed it the most and knows that pain and NEVER wants his s/o to feel like that. Never ever - that would be his worst nightmare come true
☁︎︎ Trust is really important to him and he wants his s/o to trust him that he won’t do that to them
☁︎︎ He is the person that will sit with them and be there for them, but won’t hug or touch them unless they ask him too
☁︎︎ Kakashi has a thing for personal space especially when he isn’t feeling well and he knows how bad it can feel to be hugged or touched when you don’t want to
☁︎︎ super nice to them and he gives me chicken soup vibes. Like he can cook very well and chicken soup saves everything so when they’ve calmed down a bit he’ll give them from his soup (good soup)
☁︎︎ If they cried he’ll insist that they drink water
☁︎︎ If they let him hold you he’ll pull them close and rock them in his arms slightly
☁︎︎ A gentle words whisperer that’s him, he tells them that everything will be ok and that they needn’t worry because he’s here now
☁︎︎ Kakashi actually means what he says and he’ll help them in any way that he can because seeing his s/o sad just breaks his heart over and over again
☁︎︎ his forehead kisses are supreme
Itachi:
☁︎︎ Itachi is very very gentle with you
☁︎︎ even if you yell at him because you’re angry at the world or violently cry into his chest he’ll just gently hold you and whisper calming and comforting words into your ear
☁︎︎ he always makes sure if something he does is ok with you and if that’s the way you like to be comforted - if you deny his hugs he won’t be mad at you. He’ll sit with you and talk and if you don’t want to talk he’ll just offer his company to you
☁︎︎ now he would do anything, but leave you alone. He just can’t bring himself to leave you alone especially when something is up
☁︎︎ Itachi is big on comfort food because he remembers how his mom used to make him comfort food when he came back from a particularly hard day. He’d often watch her cook and that would relax him, but he also remembered the ingredients and how to make her dishes
☁︎︎ he goes off a lot of personal experience so if you ever feel like Itachi comforting you is like a being in your mom's nice warm hug it’s probably because that’s what Itachi is trying to make you feel - his hugs always feel fuzzy and like home
☁︎︎ Also Itachi is always scared if his past experiences will make you trivialize your pain. He really doesn’t want that because of how much he cares about you
☁︎︎ You might not even have a reason to feel terrible and to him, it’s still fully valid and he wants to help you through that. That’s why he might sometimes hold back on telling you his past because deep down he’s scared that will push you away or make you believe your pain isn’t valid
☁︎︎ that said, he doesn’t sugarcoat. If something is not ok he won’t tell you it’s ok
☁︎︎ he’ll reassure you that you’ll make it, but won’t hide the fact that it will be hard
☁︎︎ all in all, would definitely recommend - one of the best cuddle and comfort buddies
Deidara:
☁︎︎ clueless at first
☁︎︎ doesn’t know what to do and panics a bit himself
☁︎︎ will pull you into his arms the moment he sees you and would hug you VERY tightly
☁︎︎ kind of helps because now you can feel his heartbeat that starts calming you down
☁︎︎ boy tries his best to calm you down which consists of cuddles and telling you that everything will be ok
☁︎︎ He will make some attempts to make you smile or laugh to calm you down
☁︎︎ it’s a bit hard for him to stay in one place and listen, but you bet that he sits his ass down to listen to you
☁︎︎ a good thing about him is that his past isn’t extremely dramatic unlike Itachi’s and Kakashi’s so with him it’s hard to feel guilty or trivialize your pain
☁︎︎ While holding you Deidara will gently pet your hair and if it helps he’ll let you play with his blond mane
☁︎︎ He can’t really cook, but that’s why we can order food. Will literally cross mountains to get you your favorite dish
☁︎︎ he’ll put his work and art away for you and when you’ve calmed down he’ll sit down to watch movies with you, specifical romcoms
☁︎︎ I won’t lie he is a very Pinterest boyfriend, but still sweet, we love him
☁︎︎ he’s very sweet to the s/o he loves so much
I'm truly disappointed there are no x readers of this show, there is so many characters and so much potential 💔
IT'S A GREAT SHOW, please. If you're interested in looking for something new, CONSIDER Thunderbirds are going. The characters are cutie patooties and, overall, just some lovable characters !
Also Scott is hot 🤷♀️
It’s something about having a man who loves to worship you in between your thighs on his knees or under you eating you out
A man who practically begs to taste and please you until their face is drenched and their jaw feels like it’s about to fall off
Men who will wake you up just so they can taste you first thing in the morning
Men who loves hearing the sound they pull from when they’re sucking on your clit and massaging your g spot
Men who can come just from the smell of you and the taste of you on their tongue
Men who enjoy the delicious torture of not being inside you but getting to drown in your scent and your taste
Men who prefer your pussy over any meal they’ve ever had
Izuku, yugi, Naruto..definitely a few men that come to mind
Shino Aburame - Bf Headcanons
Warnings: None
Happy birthday to our Naruto bug boy!
Headcanons:
- You have no idea how happy this boy would be if you were a fellow bug enthusiast
- Would totally keep a bee farm with you
(You’d name all the bees King Bob to annoy him)
- Would be a bit sad if you weren’t but that’s okay
- If you were scared of bugs or hated them he’d be sure to make sure to keep all his bugs away from you
- Shy baby
- Would rarely initiate affection in public
- Will melt every time you give him love
- Lives for hand holding and you can’t convince me otherwise
- Likes to plan elaborate stay home dates, with cuddles and your favorite snacks
- Hikes every weekend if it’s warm enough
- Misses you a lot when he has missions but won’t admit it
- You went over to visit during his training one day and his squad hasn’t stopped teasing him ever since
- Makes sure you never forget things
- Always takes care of you when you’re sick, but uses lots of disinfectants and sanitizer
- He doesn’t know but his love language is physical touch
- Overall he’s just a slightly shy but sweet baby