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𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘝𝘌 𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘛𝘖𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘋 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘚/ 𝘈𝘉𝘊 𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✨𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘺 ✨

𝘈- 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦: 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦 "𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 (𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱) (𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦) "

𝘉- 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴?: 𝘺 𝘦 𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴

𝘊- 𝘤𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴: 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴.𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘦. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘯

𝘋- 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶?: 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘮𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳

𝘌- 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢: 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘮/𝘥𝘢𝘥/𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵

𝘍- 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥: 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘵

𝘎- 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘔𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘠 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘏- 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦: 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦

𝘐- 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘺: 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵

𝘒- 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 (𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘱𝘴)

𝘓- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘮𝘭

𝘕-𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘴:𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘚𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮

𝘚- 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴?: 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵

💮💮𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕠𝕗 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 :) ❤💮💮

My heart melts..as usual 🥰

Place in the Sun

AO3 | FFN

Full YOTP Series Found Here

Paring: Hinata Hyūga x Kiba Inuzuka

Summary: When Kiba looks at Hinata, he sees the moon.

April prompt: (Seemingly) Unrequited Love

Word Count: 2.9k

Rating: General

When Kiba looks at Hinata, he sees the moon.

He knows that’s corny as hell to think, but he really does.

He envisions a beautiful, bright full moon, sparkling stars surrounding it, illuminating everything that makes contact with its light. Including himself—he lights up, too.

Kiba had always been the type to seek the sun, he used to joke that’s how he ended up on her team.

Hyūga means “place in the sun.” So he figures it’s only natural for him to be attracted to her—he wants a place in the sun, too.

But really, she’s more a moon than a sun. A bright light in the otherwise dreary, dreadful darkness of the Leaf for so long. Her dark hair is like the night sky, her luminescent eyes like the stars. She’s the moon, and if he’s being boastful, he’d even say he’s the sun. She told him that one time, and whether it was meant as a compliment, he wasn’t sure, but he chose to take it as such.

Kiba’s always looked at Hinata as something greater than she thought of herself. For as long as they’d been on a team together, he’s been telling her as much. He hates to see her beat up on herself, because he really believes it. She’s a force to be reckoned with, and reckon with it he does.

Alas, she’s never quite returned the sentiment. Not in the way she doesn’t compliment him—she does. She’s always been great at that. She had a way with words he thinks most of the people in their generation simply lack. Her compliments are given freely, and they always make anyone who receives them special, because they’re always unique to each individual.

She tells him his bond with Akamaru is beautiful, one of a kind, unbroken. She notices when he’s improved a certain special attack, makes sure he knows how she thinks he’s improved. She giggles at the way his fang pokes into his bottom lip sometimes, and when he glares at her, she reassures him it’s “cute.”

When she compliments his appearance, it always makes him blush, whether he wants to or not. She’s kind enough to never point that out.

Yet, the sentiment he’s not being returned is one he knows will never be returned. Love.

Not just the love teammates and best friends have for each other. That love was a given. Hinata, again, has always been one to freely give love to he, Akamaru, and Shino. When she wishes them good luck on a mission she won’t be joining, she always tells them she loves them and will see them soon. She also never says goodbye, and he didn’t realize why until the threat of war crept up on them.

No, not that love. To be in love. Because Kiba had, unfortunately, been a fool in love for far longer than he’d ever willingly admit.

He’s not quite sure when it happened. He thinks maybe it was during one of those moonlit nights that he caught her dancing next to a lake, elegant, graceful, beauty personified. Under a moon that was just for her. They were just 13 but it’s the first and only time Kiba ever felt like someone yanked his heart straight out of his chest and took it for themselves. And she had no idea she’d done it. She had no idea she was holding his heart in her hands and could do with it as she pleased. He’s never gotten it back.

He hates it, truth be told.

Kiba’s never been one to let others control him so easily. If he doesn’t like something, he’ll tell you. If he disagrees with the way a mission should go, he’ll do his own thing. If he thinks you’re being an asshole, you’ll know.

Hinata controlled him in a way that was unfamiliar with pretty much anyone else. It was different to the control his mother had over him, that control a mother has over their son. Talking, yelling, crying. His mom knows exactly how to control him, whether it’s through simple lectures, threatening with violence, or the rare sight of tears when she’s at her wits end.

No, the hold Hinata had on him was so vastly different. Just a look could shut him up. A slight perk of her eyebrow and he was immediately trying to figure out what she wanted from him. A soft laugh and he was clamoring to keep that laugh going, even if it made him look like an idiot. A sob and he was there, ready to wrap her up in a warm embrace and promise to kick whoever’s ass it was that caused the sob. A scowl and he was on his knees begging her not to be mad at him.

Kiba thinks he’s pathetic, sometimes, but really doesn’t know what he can do about it. He’s wrapped around Hinata’s little finger, and he’s ashamed he likes it there.

No, Hinata’s not in love with him. She’s only ever had eyes for one person, and everyone knows it. He may be in love with her, but she’s never been in love with him.

That’s just the way it goes.

Kiba accepted it a long time ago. It would never be like those cheesy movies his sister secretly watches on her days off. The ones where the guy pines after girl, girl is oblivious, then wakes up and sees he’s been there all along. Happily ever after.

That’s just not in the cards for Kiba, and he’s alright with it.

Before they even became a team, everyone knew of Hinata’s affection for the true sunshine boy.

That’s why he’s never tried to push anything remotely romantic on her.

So, when she reaches out with her thumb to wipe something from the corner of his lips, it makes his stomach turn uncomfortably. But he brushes off her hand easily, not letting her know that.

“Wait,” she giggles out, reaching back out again. That giggle: that noise is something he’s come to associate with the sound of his own heartbeat.

He groans in mock annoyance, turning his face from her. “Alright, alright, thanks mom.”

“Oh, don’t do that.” The corners of her eyes crinkle and it’s a sight he never gets sick of.

“Well, you’re actin’ like it, aren’t ya?” He smirks at her as he pulls his sleeve to his mouth to wipe whatever remains. There’s nothing there, and sometimes Kiba wonders if Hinata’s messing with him on purpose. Or maybe she likes touching him. The thought is invasive, and he does his best to push it down.

Hinata tsks quietly, pulling her own napkin to her lips to dab. She’s always so lady like, it’s funny to Kiba.

She’s too sweet and innocent to know what she does to him, so he doesn’t resent her for it. Even if he’d like to, sometimes. But now isn’t one of those times, especially if she’s actively paying for his meal. He briefly wonders if people ever think they might be out on a date, like he kinda, sorta wishes they were. Wondered if people didn’t ask Hinata out on dates because of him. But then he thinks, no, it’s because of her obvious undying affection for Naruto and scolds himself for thinking like an idiot.

As they get up to leave the restaurant, he rubs the back of his neck. “Guess I’ll walk you home.”

His eyes find her face tipped to the sky, eyes like moons facing the true moon. She swings her hands to her front to clasp before those eyes meet his once more. “It’s a full moon, it’s quite pretty, don’t you think?”

“Eh?” He looks up, and she’s right. A bright, crisp full moon hangs above them. His mind instantly wanders to thoughts of her lavender eyes, which forces his gaze back down. He shrugs. He completely agrees, it is pretty, and if it were anyone but Hinata, he’d get flirty about it, too, tell her it’s pretty, just like her eyes. But he doesn’t. He just nods. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Would you join me on a stroll?” she’s asking with a sheepish smile, and he wonders why she’s acting shy with him out of nowhere. He raises an eyebrow.

“A moonlit walk? Kinda romantic,” he snorts, then instantly regrets it when a small look of panic falls on her features. He coughs into his fist. “I mean, for anyone else. Not us. I—uh—” He glances around as if he could find something to save him of his embarrassment. “Just, yeah. Yeah, I’ll walk with you.”

Her face relaxes and he lets out a breath. She nudges her head, and he comes to her side. “Should we go north or south, you think?”

He brings his hand to his cheek to scratch, thinking it over. “Pretty sure there’s a scouting mission up north, so south?”

“Good thinking.” He catches her smiling up at him and he returns it, because it’s hard not to return. She brings a finger to her lips to tap and it’s hard not to let his eyes linger there. “You’re always so observant, Kiba.”

Kiba swallows. Her lips are always something that he finds himself looking at too long. He shrugs again, letting the attraction roll off him. He fixes his eyes ahead so he can stop staring at those lips. He can’t think of a response, so he remains quiet as they approach the outer gates.

“I love the way the moon reflects on the leaves when it’s full,” she says in that thoughtful tone of hers. He nods, biting the inside of his cheek. He never has anything quite as thoughtful to say back.

“Those frogs come out more often when it’s all bright, too.” He points towards a little pond where two frogs are seemingly fighting over some grub. She tilts her head at it.

“Observant,” she repeats, and he finally chuckles at that.

Then he feels her knuckles brush against his and he reels his hand back on instinct. “Shit, sorry.” He brings the hand to the back of his neck, and she looks up at him curiously.

“Oh…it’s alright.”

What’s this tone she’s using? She’d usually just giggle (that damn giggle) and tell him not to apologize. Again, he mentally shrugs it off.

“How are your mother and sister?” she asks, moving the conversation forward more naturally now.

He slides the hand from the nape of his neck to his chin to tap. “Annoying.”

Ah, that giggle again. “You know what I meant.”

He smiles. “Yeah. They’re both out on a mission for the clan right now. Picking up some pups from the Stone to bring back.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm. Haven’t had much luck breeding this past year, so another dog clan out there offered some of theirs up for some extra help in training the ones they got.”

“Oh, that will be fun,” she says, bringing her clasped hands to her cheek, “I can only imagine Ms. Tsume and Hana wrangling a group of puppies across the Land of Fire.”

Kiba snorts. He can only imagine, too. He just thinks that when they get back, his number one priority is staying out of their angry, agitated hair. “Yeah, pretty funny.”

Now her elbow bumps into his and he automatically shifts to his left to avoid it. He looks down at her, and her smile remains.

His eyebrows furrow. “Uh, sorry. I keep bumpin’ into you.”

When her smile falls, he looks away.

Seriously, what the hell?

“Ino was wrong.”

Kiba jerks his head up at the seemingly random declaration, eyes darting over her frustrated form. Her body is stiff, her fists are clenched, and her hair is hiding her face as she looks away. So, he stops in his tracks, thoroughly confused now.

“Mind telling me what’s up?” he asks, and she stops a few feet away.

“Ino said if I just…touch you, you would know.”

Now Kiba’s downright dumbfounded. “What?”

“Little touches,” she continues, slowly turning her head to look at him. “Our knuckles, our elbows…I wouldn’t have to say it, you’d just…know.”

Kiba blinks. “Know what?”

“That I want to hold your hand.”

“Wait – what?”

Hinata begins laughing, and usually it’s a beautiful sound Kiba relishes in. He loves her laugh, but right now, it’s just confusing. And frustrating.

“Hinata.” He steps up to her, then circles her to come toe-to-toe, grabs her by the shoulders and leans in to get eye to eye with her. She’s got the side of her bottom lip between her teeth and she’s looking off to the side, clearly avoiding his probing gaze. “You know I’m an idiot. So what the hell?” He sees her scrunch her nose up at the rough sentence and softens. “Just…I mean, what’s up? Hold my hand?”

Hinata sucks in a harsh breath through her nose and then looks up at him, right in the eye. She doesn’t even look happy or like she has hearts in her eyes like Kiba figures girls might when they’re asking for something like this. She just looks determined, like she’s about to set out on a mission. “Yes, Kiba. I want to hold your hand. And I was hoping that maybe – maybe you would be able to smell it?”

“Smell it!” Kiba says, loudly, his mouth splitting into a grin as he laughs, and her cheeks go rosy. He likes how it looks on her when it’s not for Naruto.

“Kiba!”

“Sorry, Hinata – just, smell it?”

“Yes!” she huffs, folding her arms and now he can’t keep the grin off his face. “I remember you said you can—” she holds up both sets of index fingers to air quote, “—‘smell fear’ so I thought you would be able to smell my fear…”

“Wait – you’re afraid?” Kiba’s grins immediately, guilt pulling at his heart. “I didn’t smell that on you…and I might have been exaggerating a little. Hinata, why are you afraid?”

“Because!” Hinata exclaims louder than before now, and he leans away a bit. “I’m scared you’re going to think I’m dumb – that I’m…”

“I could never think you’re dumb, Hinata,” he says it softer than he intends, but can’t find anything wrong with that when her scrunched eyebrows relax, and her lips open in a part. “Uhm, here.”

He pulls his hands from her shoulders and then turns so he’s next to her, then slides his hand into hers. It’s cold, like normal, but soft and easily opens to accept his. He feels that bundle of nerves in his gut when he looks down at her and she won’t look back up.

“Is…is this what you wanted?” he asks, quietly.

“Yes, it is,” she whispers back, and he feels her squeeze his hand a little tighter. He squeezes back. “For a while, actually.”

“For a while?” He questions, looking straight ahead as they begin walking again. “You’ve been wanting to hold my hand for a while?”

“Mhm.”

He looks up towards the sky, at that bright, full moon. Almost so bright, it’s blinding.

“It’s warm,” she says it in almost a breath.

The breeze tickles the back of his neck, and he blames that for the way his face heats up.

“You’re always warm,” she continues.

“Like the sun?” He tries to joke, so very out of his element.

Hinata’s always had a way of controlling him, and he wonders if she’s beginning to know it, now, too.

“Yes,” she responds, looking up at him. She slows her pace, and he stops with her, looks down at her as her lips tug up. “You said to me once that I remind you of the moon.”

“I did?” he asks, feeling his chest tighten. “Was it when you told me I remind you of the sun?”

“I’ve thought about that for so long.” She bites her lips together as she reaches out with her other hand. “Do you think that’s why we’ve always been together?”

“Been…together?”

“Kiba…”

“Hinata?”

“I would like…to be more than teammates.”

It’s mostly awe that shuts him up. If Kiba didn’t know any better, he’d think he was looking into the moon itself with the way her pearly teeth brighten him up. Something dumb almost leaves his mouth, like ‘we haven’t been teammates in years’ or ‘we are, we’re friends.’ Thankful his dumb animal brain managed to drag that back, and he just stays quiet, hanging onto whatever else is going to come.

“What do you think?”

“Like…” Kiba swallows, hard. “Like being together? Together?”

They must look like the biggest idiots in the world, both in their twenties acting like little preteens, coated in blushes and stiff as boards.

Hinata nods and Kiba inhales, sharply. “You’re not playing some prank on me?”

The way her mouth falls open and eyebrows raise disbelievingly is cute and finally, he smiles.

“Yeah.”

Those pearly, bright eyes grow a couple of centimeters and he’s convinced that maybe he’s her place in the sun.

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Zutara Week 2020 Day 6: Affirm

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Having second thoughts about this one because it is a bit more niche (I know everyone has their own headcanon for Zuko and Katara’s future together and this is just mine), a bit more indulgent, and SO cheesy; the dragging-a-loved-one-to-a-special-place-while-they-keep-their-eyes-covered-and-then-you- tenderly-tell-them-to-open-their-eyes trope for instance… Leave me alone; I couldn’t help myself. Haha I think we all know that Zuko would not abide Katara not getting an honorary statue if she was his Fire Lady. >.> This animatic gets in and out quickly, since I’m still working full time, and also at the time, I had quite a few prompts left. But now that I’m working on a Reunion Part II, I kind of wish I could have saved this one for later, but oh well, I gotta post for the prompt!

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Pure Fluff [Klaus x Reader]

It was extremely rare for you to wake up before your lover on any given day, yet here you were watching Klaus sleep in the early hours of the morning. You were stuck in a tight embrace, no intention or desire of moving. Klaus worked hard and deserved some rest....and you had a chance to admire his handsome face. Can't pass that up, you simply lacked the willpower.

From where you were laying, you could see under his bangs. Well-kept, albeit thick, eyebrows that had a slightly brown tint compared to the rest of his hair....you couldn't figure out why he kept his bangs in his face. The small indents on the bridge of his nose, evidence of where his glasses perched day in and day out, tiny barely visible scars from small bits of debris, a couple stray hairs from his side burns....hands down the messyest you've ever seen him.

You eyes lingered on his slightly agape mouth, those sharp fangs he was so self conscious over. A constant reminder of the danger he could pose. But you knew better than to think he would ever do something like that for no reason. Your eyes traveled slowly back up to sleepy green eyes.

Busted.....

Your face turned pink at being caught doing this. He wouldn't mind, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

His movements were slow, deliberate as he pressed his lips against yours. Gentle kisses that made your heart melt.

Neither of you knew, or cared, how long you stayed like that. Exchanging soft, sleepy kisses, Klaus somehow managing to find a little extra space between you two and close the gap, rubbing your back slowly. Your arms couldn't reach around him enough for you to reciprocate the gesture, so you settled for running your hand up and down his arm. Sadly your other arm was pinned underneath you.

Klaus retreated first and nuzzled against your forehead, "Good morning, mein liebling."

The soft growl in his voice, the only german phrase you really understood, you felt like your heart could explode any second now.

You barely managed to reply, "Good morning dear."

Newest dc one shot. What it says on the tin.

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heya! this is just a standard request for sugawara helping his partner get a good night's sleep (please may you use he/they pronouns for the reader?) thank you! <3

hey!! i was sorting through my requests and i wasn't planning on publishing anything anymore today cause it's late and i gotta wake up in a few hours, but this was just too cute to pass up!! i hope u like it :)

also little side note: im struggling with the update so hard D:

sugawara helping you sleep

prompt: "It's chamomile tea. It helps with sleep."

pairing: sugawara koushi x reader (reader uses he/they pronouns, although it isn't mentioned too often!)

word count: 898

warnings: none, pure fluff and love, suga calls reader "love" like, once, but I don't think that's gender specific??

NOTE: I actually wasn't quite sure what exactly this request meant - so I wrote what I thought was well-enough. If this isn't what you meant, feel free to send in another ask!

you hadn't seen sugawara in a few days now

he usually had morning practice and you had afternoon classes, which meant your schedules clashed, making it near impossible for the two of you to see each other often

but tomorrow was saturday, which meant the both of you were free, which meant suga was spending the night at your place

he had actually been invited to a party by tooru oikawa, but he only laughed and responded with:

"sorry, i'm spending the night at y/n's, i haven't seen them in a while and i'm pretty sure they're not really in the mood to spend his free night with a bunch of sweaty, drunk, teenagers"

so yeah, here you were, 9pm, sitting on your couch with sugawara, his arm draped loosely around your shoulder as the both of you finally got to catching up

it was honestly mostly you doing the talking, suga simply listening to you with a light smile and adoration in his eyes

"oh god. i started rambling, didn't i?"

he only laughed and hugged you to his chest

"it's cute."

soon after that the food you had ordered 40 minutes prior finally arrived, the two of you settling in a comfortable silence as you ate, the only sound being the movie playing on the tv, to which you only half payed attention to

that was kind of how you spent your entire evening, cuddling on the couch and talking, occasionally taking a break, looking at the tv, to not miss the movie completely

at about 1am you decided it'd be a good time to go to bed, sugawara claiming he was very tired, when in fact he had seen you dozing off during the movie, and knowing you haven't been getting a lot of sleep because you were mainly focused on your studies and because of your constant sleep issues, he wanted you to get as much sleep as possible as-long as you had the possibility too

when you two got into bed, you immediately scooted closer to sugawara, his arms finding their place around you, a habit that became second nature.

his fingertips ran slightly along your back, goosebumps rising on your skin under the t-shirt you wore to sleep, melting into his touch, feeling the exhaustion of the week catch up to you by now

suga had obviously noticed this, letting himself indulge in the sight of your sleepy face squished against him, moving the hand that was not running up and down your back to move some stray strands of hair that fell into your eyes

you looked up at him, eyes only half-open, humming

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"no particular reason. i just like admiring my partner."

your face flushed a little at that, letting out a light laugh and shaking your head

"didn't you say you were tired?" you spoke again, stifling a yawn

he hummed, leaning to the bedside table to turn off the salt lamp that was stood there, laying back down comfortably

he was laid facing you, arms wrapped around you in a comfortable hug, the perfect amount of weight settled on you, which made you feel grounded

it didn't take long for you to fall asleep, sugawara laying there, enjoying the warmth of your body a bit more before also falling asleep

except, sadly, sleep didn't come that easily for you, so, eventhough you managed to fall asleep quickly, you also awoke again, just two hours later

you shifted, moving your eyes so you could look at the digital clock stood on the bedside table next to your salt lamp

3:24am

you let out a soft sigh, moving to get into a more comfortable position, not expecting your partner to wake up so easily

when suga realised what was going on, he spoke

"are you having trouble sleeping again?"

you looked at him, humming

"a little. but don't worry, i think i'll be able to fall asleep again soon"

sugawara sighed and soon the warmth of his body abandoned yours, leaving you quite cold and longing for it back

"stay right here"

you did as you were told, curious to know what he was doing, yet too lazy to stand up and go see

luckily it didn't take him long to get back, two cups of tea in both hands, handing you one of them

"its chamomile tea. it helps with sleep. i brought some melatonin gummies too, please have some, they do wonders"

he spoke, slowly taking a sip as to not burn his tongue in case it was still too hot

"you didn't have to do this, you know?"

you said that, but your heart was warm with the adoration you felt for suga

"i know, but i wanted to" he sent you a cute smile, which you reciprocated

after you drank your tea you ate two of the melatonin gummies, dropping back down to lay down properly

suga then laid beside you, pulling you to him by your waist

"Now let's try and get some proper rest, love. If you can't fall asleep or wake up again, wake me up, okay?"

you just hummed, closing your eyes, at this point too tired to respond and too comfortable to move even an inch too speak

it's safe to say the both of you slept in the next day

a/n: not proof-read! im also going to sleep now, goodnight!

requests: open (10th january, 2022)

emergency requets: closed

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Family Chains

A/N-  Full force fluff that i am almost ashamed for writing....almost.

Summary:  Bjorn’s step-daughter has a bad relationship with him, he wants to fix that.

“Father!”

“Daddy!”

    Two pairs of short, chubby legs went running past your legs as you stood next to the table, rocking a younger trouble maker in your arms. 

    Turning on your heel, the door of the cozy home was now fully opened, and there your towering husband stood, crouching down quickly to greet his oldest children with open hugs. he was back, finally, after 6 months of raiding. The elder, a blond-haired boy who looked exactly like his father, named Erik, was the first to pull away from the hug.

“Father! You have to come and see Alva!” 

   A questioning glaze went over Bjorn’s face just before he looked up and noticed you standing at the table. He grinned lightly and stood to his full height, gently rubbing his son’s hair before slowly closing the door behind him and walking towards you. 

   “Y/N? Is it-” He cut himself off when he looked down, seeing quite possibly the smallest baby ever.

   “A little girl, my husband,” You smiled sadly,”She was anxious to get out and meet us all.”

   “I’m sorry I wasn’t- I thought-”

    You shushed him softy, taking a hand out from under the tiny bundle and laying it on the side of your husband’s scarred face.

   “It’s not your fault, Bjorn. She was born a month early, there was no way we could’ve known.”

        A silent, calming moment passed, with you staring gently at your returned husband while he stared down at his newest wonder.

     Of course, good moments like these reminded your of your first husband, whom you had not spoken to in over four years.

    “Mother!” Eira, your and your ex-husband’s only child called from her bedroom, demanding attention.

   An annoyed look betrayed Bjorn’s happiness but he quickly tried to cover it up with the joy of being home with his children again. 

  “Erik, my son. Did you improve in your swordmenship?” His tone changed completely as he turned and looked down at his son who was playfully chatting to his younger sister, Asta, who also had blonde hair. 

    Your young son opened his mouth to reply, but his sister beat him to it,”Father, I got better at shooting with a bow!” she bounced on her toes, “Do you want to see?”

   Bjorn giggled, shaking his head slowly but still with a smile on his face when he noticed how his son’s ire had been raised/

   “Mother!” Eira called once again from the other room, her tone more annoyed now, after waiting. 

    Bjorn looked back at you, but you stopped him before he could walk out the door behind his children, “Here” With clumsy, but strong hands your husband let you place your newest creation in his hands. He held her close, nearly shaking.

    But you stepped away, and went to the bedroom, where your daughter lay. 

----

    “I want to go back home.” Your daughter spoke with a sharp tongue, a bit to sharp for her age of 6. But that made her special. Her long, brown hair was just like her father, a king’s. Of course, he was known for his hair. While you were known for your intelligence. 

    “This is your home, Eira.” She rolled her eyes at your words sighing, and turning her head away from you. 

                 You both were sitting outside, with little Alva in you arms, Asta and Erik training with Bjorn, and Eira sitting next to you, against the wooden house’s outer wall. It was a beautiful day,the sun shone brightly as Bjorn jumped from one foot to another, causing an outburst of giggles from his watching children.

   “Eira, I know that you dislike Bjorn bbecause he married me-”

   “It’s not just that mother!” she cried, flipping her head dramatically to look you in the eye,”I want father, my real father to be here! I want him to raise me and teach me how to fight!”

   Your heart beated faster. If only she knew...But you couldn’t contain it anymore, she had to know.

    “Eira, your father, Harald, chose his kingdom and another woman over us. You know this! Bjorn showed me what love is like, Eira. And, maybe, some day you’ll understand what kind of man your real father was. But until that day comes, Bjorn is your real father. He has helped raised you since you were only a toddler.” 

    Eira’s mouth hung open, quickly closing it she gazed down at the grass under her feet.

    “Eira...” You sigh, taking one hand free from the baby in your arms and reaching over to put a supporting one on your silently crying daughter.”I love you Eira. And I want you to know that Bjorn loves you, too. And...well, you father didn’t want us to go, but we had to, he left me- us no choice.”

     As you explained the predicament, you missed the steady gaze and stealthy ear of your husband, who was a hunter by blood. His heart clenched when you stated how King Harald still loved your daughter. 

    Maybe...he would have to get better at filling holes in little girls hearts.

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     Later that night found you sleeping in the same bed as Erik and Asta, while Bjorn moved away to check on a pouting Eira. 

   She looked up at the large man with dark, blue eyes that were red and puffy from crying. 

   Bjorn bent down low, so he was even with her on the small bed. 

“I love you, Eira. Just as i love your mother and all your siblings.” This simple statement had her almost crying again. “And..I want you to know that no matter what happens,” he pulled out an armband, not used for warriors but just for decoration. It was small, but thick, the right size for her thin wrist. “I will always look after you and your mother.”

  She took the gift with shaking hands. Bjorn stood and went to walk away, but a small voice called him back.

   “You..promise?”

He grinned and looked over his shoulder. “Yeah...” Gripping his own armband that Ragnar had given him a long time ago,”I promise.”

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Colors

"Uncle bulky!" Bulkhead was pulled out of his concentration by his pseudo nephews excited cry. He looked down next to him to see stormfront with an urgent look on his adorable tiny face and a bucket of bright yellow paint in his hands. "Wacha need kiddo?" Judging by his expression it was important or atleast important to stormy making it important to bulkhead. "I need you to paint me!" Stormy stated hurriedly in a way that reminded bulkhead fiercely of bumblebee. "Now why would I do that?" The artist questioned genuinely curious of the toddlers intentions. "So I can be pretty like mama!" Oh that was to cute. "Really now?" Bulkhead asked with amusement. "Yes." Stormfront stated assuredly puffing his cheeks out with a serious expression which only served to make bulk internally cooe at his antics.

"I'm all dull, I wanna be bright and beautiful like mama. I wanna shine just like he does." The image of his mama played through stormfronts mind as glanced down at his servos. Mama shone so beautifully but he wasn't even close, mama was like the sun and he was closer to a dark cloud. "Awe stormy, why do you think that? You're the same color as your papa remember." Uncle bulkhead cooed gently. "Yeah but papa has red on him and I just have black." Stormfront replied dejectedly. "Your mama has black stripes just like that." Bulk reminded which was true, stormfront had often traced the dark stripes on his mama's armor and compared them to his own. "But mama's mostly bright and the stripes give him contast, mine just make me duller."

Bulkhead would have chuckled at his nephew's mispronouncing of the word contrast which he had taught him but the sadness in his optics made his spark lurch. It was true that stormfronts armature had always been dull, he even looked like he had been deactivated when he born but over the years they had all grown to see the beauty of it. He racked his processor for something to say to sooth the little one before an idea finally came to him. "Ya know, you may not have your mama's eyes but you have his optics." That caught stormfronts attention. "But my optics change color and mama's don't." Bulkhead smiled. "But they do, you've just never seen it cause it only happens when he's really angry. And you know what?" "What?" Stormfronts curiosity had clearly taken hold. "You don't just have his eyes, you have his smile to and when you're happy? You shine just like he does." The words made a look of awe spread across stormfront's face.

"Do you still want me to paint you?" Bulkhead questioned. "Nah." With that stormfront set the paint down and walked off. Bulkhead smiled after them before a thought popped into his head. "Next time you feel dull talk to your mama okay!" "Okay!" There was no way he would be able to take another one of these talks.

Male yosano comfort male reader after being rejected from his family after coming out

Male Yosano x male S/O reader coming out to family ~

Imagine having a religious/homiphobic family, them not knowing you’re dating a man not knowing anything about you and Yosano they think of you as “roommates” or “bestfriends” never actually knowing you two to be lovers until one day when visiting you manage to muster up enough courage to tell them your sexuality and about you and Yosano. You were tired of hiding the relationship and you no longer lived with them you thought this the best time to tell them!

Imagine coming out to you parents, telling them your sexuality, telling them you’re dating a man (Yosano) in which anger engulfs them and hurtful words pre said, bringing in their religion calling you “sinful” in your thoughts not bothering to hear you out just telling you to leave.

Imagine going back to yours and Yosano’s shared apartment in tears bordering a breakdown on the verge of hysterics when you open the front door, him running to you hugging you asking what’s wrong as he rubs your back closing the front door pulling you to the couch to find out what happen while he stares in full blown worry.

Imagine Yosano holding you murmuring sweet words in your ears inside he’s plotting the death of your family for hurting you, but his plots will have to wait since you’re currently his top priority, cooking your favorite comfort food holding you in bed keeping you close being the one to push away all of your self hatred and hurt in the moment by kissing you on the male of your neck murmuring “it’s not your fault sweetheart” as he cradles you in bed.

Imagine having to convince Yosano not to hurt your family, him being absolute feral after you calm down and explain everything to him, pleading with him to “let it go” but he feels all enraged about their reaction despite knowing it would happen he hates when they hurt you.

Imagine Yosano texting you all worried while he’s at the ADA since you insisted you’d be “ok” after the night was over, every hour or so you getting check ins and little emojis to help cheer you up and try and make you feel better.