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When the war is over
NejiHina Week 2023
Day 5 - Choice
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NejiHina Week 2023
Day 5 – Choice
Will you choose me when the war is over?
And knowing how well you can read my eyes; I know you can hear the question I’m too much of a coward to voice, your kisses giving me no true answer but the ecstasy of our meetings help me to forget.
I face hordes of men, slashing and brutalizing their bodies without flinching. Nor death not the dead can stop me while you heart still beats, while air still fills your lungs.
Living soldiers and supernatural threats alike will never frighten me, only the truth. However, against the silence of your non-answer, I am powerless.
The meaninglessness of killing, the violence are nothing against the doom befalling over me every time your eyes stray, searching for blue skies.
From the heavens incompressible horrors fall, with you by my side, in battle, in bed, I fight men and gods alike undaunted.
But how can I fight truth? How can I win over history? How can I kill the part of me that will not be satisfied, that will always yearn for more and more and more of you.
I don’t mind the blood anymore, for when you join me at the Nakano River at night, I barely notice the red flowers dissolving, lead away by the currents as you wash me, warm fingertips in my hair, feverish sex engulfing mine in rapture, nor ice-cold water nor our feverish flesh can’t make me forget, but I still pretend.
I pretend that this is forever, I pretend you will choose me when the war is over.
Nobody thought the war would last so long.
But sometimes, I have trouble remembering a time before it.
There was once truly a time in which I was content by living a life in which I walked always two steps behind you?
In which the idea of having you moaning my name as I take you against a three as the world ends around us was ridiculous?
Unimaginable?
There was once truly a time when I slept easily on an empty bed?
There was once, truly, a sorry past existence in which I didn’t find home in the curve of your soft waist? In which I didn’t know the paths of your body as my own homeland and didn’t know the taste of your mouth?
Where I was free from the prison of death, the decay of a wartime, where I was accepting of my fate as a creature cursed by the ability of desire what he could never have, of picturing a reality that would never cross the boundaries of his own mind. A pitiful man convinced by himself that his heart’s deepest yearning was impossible and should be buried in shame.
There was really, such time?
I’ve lost the count of the men, undead, gods and aliens I have murdered, and yet, I can remember the first night you searched for comfort in my arms, and every night since then. I hear men talking all the time how they can’t sleep, that the dead come to haunt and stela the little rest they can manage to get, but by your side, in our bed, the oblivion of sleep takes me over easily than when I was an innocent man.
Hinata-sama... No, don’t answer me, please, just take me inside of you again, please make me forget that the war will one day end, and you will remember that you don’t want me. That you gave up on me eons ago, that I’ve lost the right of even wishing you would look at me.
You will go back to seeing me as nothing but a placeholder. A choice made in haste and despair, something you regret even now as I eat your moans, and bury myself deep inside of you as if I belonged there. After, it will be as always, the forlorn look in your eyes, your silences, even if you can’t let go, because war drives people to hedonism, it’s hard to deny oneself comfort when the world around dies in smoke and ashes.
Even remaining in my bed, head pillowed on my chest, you’re already gone.
Averting your eyes as if I won’t notice that you still cry sometimes, when you realize it’s me you see just before climax takes your mind away and all I have left to hold on tight is your quivering body and the torturing feeling that even though I’m the only one that has you, you will never crown me king of your heart.
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Too Kind
NejiHina Week 2023
Day 1 – Mission Together
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To say Neji was tense was an overstatement, and the bitter thoughts intruding his mind, although nothing new, haven’t plagued him since his humiliating defeat at the chunnin exams almost three years before. He had been lucky back then, that the byakugan could only see through walls and not through his thoughts, he used to think really nasty things about his uncle and cousin.
Right now, well, truly it was ever since receiving his orders, his thoughts were as nasty, no, they were nastier. And Neji could even boast about how larger his range of nastiness had become since he stopped isolating himself, judging his person to be far above such things as friendship as he used to do pre-chunnin exams and being miserable as result. Neji had spent the last two years joining the likes of Shikamaru, Lee, and worst of all, Kiba in outings to have fun with the boys (a concept once foreigner). Although his vernacular of awful thoughts had expanded, the list towards such thoughts were driven had shortened.
Hinata-sama, after all, had no fault if her lord father, Hyuuga-sama, was completely out of his fucking mind.
In truth, if Hyuuga-sama’s decision had any victim (figuratively, emotionally even, literally? No. She would never be victim in a strict sense, not in Neji’s watch no sir) it would be poor Hinata-sama.
Of course, it was Neji’s sworn duty to stop any harm to come to her, and even if Hyuuga-sama didn’t have sent him with her to that incredibly stupid risky diplomatic visit to Kumo, Neji would have gone to the Hokage himself and demand to be put in that mission. Cursed seal be damned, his brains were already frying trying to understand the reasoning behind sending Hinata-sama to that place, to that people.
“Neji-nii-san,” her sweet voice brought him back from his internal whirlpool of cursed thoughts of murder, “please stop, otou-sama will notice your killing intent and misinterpret it.”
“There is nothing to misinterpret, Hinata-sama.”
She sighed and rose one hand to push her growing hair away from her face. It was a windy morning and she was yet to climb over the litter prepared for her. Neji, knowing now Hinata, truly knowing her, not the stories he told himself about her to justify his hurt over his father death, knew she would only climb in that stuffy silly old thing while her father could see them leaving and then join the party by foot, charming every single bunke bastard enlisted to that absurd mission just by being her gracefully kind self and easing everyone’s mood.
When the old fools from the council finally figured out that the Hinata-sama that they considered weak had every single warrior member of the Hyuuga clan, including her forced to usurpation little sister, wrapped around her little fidgety finger it would be too late and Neji would actually laugh.
Just like he knew that only when they’ve reached their destiny at Unraikyou she would climb back into the litter and play the part of Byakugan no Hime to perfection, and pretend that Kumo’s attempt to kidnap her over a decade ago was completely forgiven.
Nevermind that the true Heiress of the Hyuuga would be in Konoha, unbothered and safe from harm.
Neji was livid.
“I know you are upset, but think for the bright side, we never get missions together, this one could be… fun.”
He lowered his eyes to meet hers, heavens above… She was really…
“Hinata-sama,” he said in a stern tone, she swallowed and her cheeks lost colour, “you are truly too kind.”
Her face completely changed then, she bit her lips and squeezed her eyes shut, Neji wanted to punch himself. When would he ever learn to not hurt her?
But then… That sound… No… What?
Hinata-sama was giggling.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “it’s the way you said it... I thought you were about to call me something awful and then…” she had another fit of giggles and even leaned forward, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder to support herself. Neji’s heart, he noticed to his absolute horror and confusion, could be heard hammering against his ribcage across from Kiri. “Too kind,” she repeated.
He didn’t know what to say, and was too scared to name the warm feeling irradiating from her delicate hand on his shoulder and spreading through his entire body.
“I meant… I meant too kind for your own good, Hinata-sama please-“
“I know! And that’s why it’s so funny,” she took a few sobering breaths “I’m sorry, I know what you meant,” her hand slid from his shoulder and it took all his self-control to not reach out and take it back, “and I shouldn’t expect you to insult me, even if you are upset. I mean, I was too! Honestly…. I’m sorry for laughing, but I am truly glad that at least…”
She blushed then, and it was different from when her face was pink from laughter. Neji glanced nervously over her head where Hiashi-sama was very sternly giving the last orders to Ko who was leaving the envoy. His and Hinata-sama’s interactions were never… proper behaviour between souke and bunke members, Neji’s status as the prodigy and Hinata-sama’s position as the disgraced heiress didn’t mean they were allowed to act so familiar. And yet…
“At least I’m with you.”
Their gazes locked and for the first time Neji wished that instead of the all-seeing eyes of the Hyuuga, his doujutsu was akin to the Uchiha’s, so he could memorize that moment, her face, the curve of her smile, and how the wind blew threads of midnight hair to her soft lips.
It was not a surprise, that feeling.
He knew it well, he had felt it before, when he was a child when he didn’t know better. Even before maybe, in another life where such feelings wouldn’t be forbidden as they were now.
Omake:
“Daughter,” Hiashi-sama’s voice intruded the moment, and Neji lowered his eyes to the floor, the anger was still there, but a feeling way more powerful clouded its effects in his actions, “do not cause trouble to your cousin and the rest of the caravan. Remember your place and your duties, I wait for your return in three weeks from now.”
“Hai, otou-sama, I received your command.”
“And Neji,” Neji had to force himself to rise his head to look at the man that, by his own actions and decisions, wasn’t exactly helping Neji learn to stop despise him, “I know you’ll make the Hyuuga proud.”
“Hai, Hiashi-sama,” his mouth said, but the string of colourful swears still played loud in the forefront of his mind.
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Amas Veritas
NejiHina Week 2023
Day 2 – Magic
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Had it been truly a memory or just a weird dream? Hinata wasn’t entirely sure.
She was lurking through the slit between the shoji doors, the angulation of her point of view was low, the vision of a small child, tall shadows stretched on the tatami floor like gashes.
It wasn’t uncommon to see Hyuuga-sama and Hinata’s otou-sama having heated fights behind closed doors. Young as she had been in that memory, Hinata already knew that was she should pretend to not hear the whispers about her parents’ marriage and her own status as heiress being questioned. It was said that Hyuuga-sama never blessed the marriage between his elder son and Hotaru Hyuuga, the daughter of a disgraced branded souke member, a woman so weak that despite her pure blood, had never even woken her Byakugan. The wedding happened discreetly after an assassination attempt orchestrated by Hyuuga-sama, assassination that only didn’t go through because Hotaru was already two months pregnant and the rebel heir refused to renounce the child.
Hinata would wonder, all her life, if her father regretted his decision, the only thing making her doubt was the birth of Hanabi, his pride and joy.
However, that night, there was something shocking different from what Hinata was used to seeing and hearing through the paper walls. Her lord father, the coldest and hardest man she had ever met in her short life, who had never before, and least of all in front of her, betrayed his façade as the pride and glory of the Hyuuga clan. His voice... it was different. No trace of arrogance, not even of rebellion. He sounded less like the inpatient heir, tired of waiting for his moment to shine, the youth in his voice had nothing to do with vigour and strength. He sounded like a whinny child, weak and broken.
Hinata wouldn’t realise for the longest time, but the night her byakugan activated was the the same her mother died in childbirth and she saw, with the glaring clarity of her bloodline doujutsu, her father crying.
It never occurred her before that he was capable of doing so.
Hinata remembered of trying to suffocate with her hands, the gasp of surprise and horror before such absurd scene. Her ears assaulted by the shameful sobs of her father and her grandfather’s voice, years forward, after his body had already rotted into the earth of the Hyuuga mausoleum, Hyuuga-sama's disgusted tone still haunted Hinata’s memories uttering words such as “forbidden jutsu”, “shameful behaviour”, and “impossible”.
She used to reminisce constantly about that horrible night, especially when Konoha’s oppressive summer wouldn’t let her sleep. And she would trash on sweaty sheets in agony, the horrifying sobs, the cries of despair seemed as real as the maddening buzz of mosquitoes and the high-pitched choir of cicadas.
But how could it be? How those sounds could belong to the same man that pitted her against her little sister as soon as Hanabi could hold herself up on two legs and dishonoured Hinata when she fell defeated. It could never be Hiashi-sama, that pathetic man, begging for his father to let him bring his weakly wife from the dead, because a Hyuuga would never do that, a Hyuuga do not beg.
oOo
She waited until the end of the last hymn of the last monk.
The incense Hinata herself had lit, burnt with the others, the sickly-sweet musk of dry ashes, infesting the air of the solemn room making her head go round and round.
She waited.
Her tongue felt thick and rough against the roof of her mouth, it was suffocating.
Yet, she waited.
She would wait forever if it was necessary.
After every last empty word of ceremonial grief was uttered. After everyone to left, and ignoring Hanabi’s pleas to come back to the main house with her. Hinata ignored her, against all odds, truly beloved sister as the child sat beside her as Hinata stood unmoving, waiting, next to casket where, surrounded by flowers, rested Neji’s corpse.
Hiashi’s heiress eventually fell asleep, and her unworthy sister told a bunke guard to take her sleeping child to her quarters, he left with only a nod and Hinata remained waiting until the moon floated high in the heavens.
Then, knowing no one else would come for her since from the two residents of the Hyuuga Compound that cared for her wellbeing, one was too much of a child to remain alert through that solemn night, and the other lay dead before her, Hinata started to put her plan in motion.
It wasn’t a good plan, she was aware, in truth, it hardly could be worse, but maybe, if it was well executed... Maybe... No. Surely, she just had to follow the exact instructions. The thing about talentless people like Hinata, there is no space for improvisation, no chance for mistakes to be made. They have to make things exactly how they should till the minor detail. Neji had taught her that.
She swept the flowers adorning his dead body, white chrysanthemums and lilies falling on the floor, but Hinata only noticed her hands were shaking when she tried to undo his haori’s knot. From all the way too many times she imagined herself doing that, in her fantasies, his skin was never the cold marble, hard and unfeeling under her soft fingertips.
Hinata had to stop herself for a moment there, taking big gulps of air and trying to suffocate the hysterical bubble of despair growing inside her throat, only noticing that tears ran free down her cheeks when Neji’s crisp white linen shroud stained.
Had she been in a reasonable mind, and not insane with soul shattering grief, she would have stopped there, she’d know that she should never let herself see what was under the fabric, but she didn’t stop, and she’d never forget. Sobbing silently, she leaned towards him, her back bending forward until her forehead met his, now, as unmarked as hers.
Was that betrayal, what she was about to do? Ensnare him with chains far heavier than those that used to bind and cage him. Would he hate her when he came to learn what she was about to do? She prayed that he would. Hinata would take a living Neji’s hatred a million times over his love from beyond the grave.
She straightened herself, rubbed away her tears, hands steading as she parted the sides of his haori and ripped the bandages around his ribcage, exposing the wounds that had taken him away from this world, from her. The large, deep, imprecise incisions took all the space of Neji’s chest, they almost looked fake, as if they were merely kabuki makeup. Almost artful, in the way the lacerations on his flesh seemed as if they were moulded by hand, awfully beautiful the way truly horrifying things tend to be. But the undeniable paleness of death, deeper than the whitest white of the Hyuuga complexion would not let Hinata play herself, there was nothing unreal about those wounds.
With the same ceremonial kunai she had used to expose his body, her hands moving with precision, Hinata carved over his heart the seal she had copied from the forbidden scrolls she stole from the secret vault under the debris of the old Hyuuga compound, the cursed place where the elders had guarded for eons the secret of evils such as the birdcage seal.
He didn’t bleed.
Not even a drop.
She panicked.
Was it too late? The scrolls said that blood should mix to bind to souls and pull the dead back to the world of the living.
But the same blood that ran on her veins had once inhabited his, there was no Hyuuga blood purer than theirs, she truly believed that one day, they would make the ultimate Hyuuga, now... It would never be. Even if she succeeded, the two unnatural beings they would become could never birth a child.
Refusing to let despair stop her, Hinata cut the sigil on her own breast and then, made two long vertical lashes on her own wrist, not even registering her own pain, only focused on smearing her own living blood over him.
“My blood,” she chanted, forming the seals with her hands “your blood,” her byakugan came to live and she continued, “our blood.”
Nothing happened, but she continued, with mad despair ”my blood,” she cut herself again, more blood poured forming a puddle on his chest, “your blood, our blood.”
Nothing.
“Oh God,” she sobbed, her voice taking the same horrible sonority her wretched father had once used to beg for her mother to be brought back, “please, please, my blood, your blood...”
And then, after what probably didn’t take long in real time, but felt like centuries to her grieving heart, the blood flowing from her started being absorbed by his wounds, “OUR BLOOD,” she cried as the carved seal burned and closed like a cauterized wound.
She shook as if she was pierced by the first boulder that hit him, she grabbed onto him, but the invisible force continued to strike her and Hinata’s knees gave in. Locking her jaw to not scream in agony Hinata bended forward, falling and bringing him with her. For a moment, she saw the grotesque scene they were making as if she was dethatched from it. His pristine death bed being showered in red, her blood everywhere, crimson flowers blooming on his white kimono, staining the crushed lily petals, colouring the cheeks of his serene face, deepening the warm tones of his chestnut hair.
Hinata’s slashed wrists were too weak to sustain her, her body toppled sideways, taking the casket with her, Neji’s body rolled to her side. She took a few shallow gulps of air, the pain was making her delirious, she looked down at herself in disbelief to find her body unchanged, for she knew now exactly how it felt to have your body pierced by enormous stakes.
And she wanted to laugh.
It was working.
But the laugh died when the burning began. Far more terrible than the shadow replica of the wounds that had killed Neji, it was like nature and the gods above and under was releasing the worth over the forbidden act of stealing form Death itself.
A pain like that could drive one insane, and Hinata was not very distant from that outcome.
It was like every since piece of her was melting, even the weight of her clothing was unbearable, she pulled her own kimono open, but stopped her mind clearing when she saw, in raw flesh, between her breasts, the seal binding her life to Neji’s.
As long as she breathed, he would breath too.
As long as she lived, he would live too.
Forcing her burning lungs to take some of air in, Hinata turned belly down, and crawled towards Neji, he had fallen face down on the floor, she pulled his cascade of silky hair aside, and when her fingertips reached his face, it was warm.
A scream awakened her.
It was a woman from the bunke, a middle-age servant, Hinata’s head was too light to remember her name. She was saying something to Hinata, she was scared. Hinata wishes she would stop shouting.
She tapped around, apparently her body was lying on something hard, but she wasn’t afraid, she wasn’t in danger. Weird. Finally, she reached to something that could be someone’s shoulder. Her wrists hurt so much, and the smell of blood was everywhere. Her hands reached a face, and when she felt the breathing against her palm her heart skipped a beat, elation and relief taking place of any bodily discomfort.
The woman stopped shouting, disappeared. Where had she gone? It took every bit of will to make Hinata turn her face to the person beside her.
Painfully familiar white eyes stared at her.
Eyes she never thought she’d gaze upon again.
She sobbed or she laughed, she wasn’t sure and stretched her coagulated blood covered hand to Neji’s face, but before she could reach him a crowd swarmed the desecrated temple, and they were separated, the severance was so violent that Hinata lost conscientiousness.
The itch caused by the needle in her backhand was maddening, but it had been so difficult for the nurse to tap one of her dry veins that Hinata was afraid of ruining it. Irritation grew as the effects of the drugs they gave her dissipated. She was tired of the hard looks she got every time she asked about Neji, tired of the silence, the nurses, all Hyuuga bunke, must have been ordered to not talk to her. At least she wasn’t at the Konoha’s Hospital under the mercy of the Hokage, but Hinata was smart enough to know that wasn’t a measure to protect her. Obviously, the council wouldn’t want information leaking that the Hyuuga could bring back the dead.
Then, her lord father was there in her room.
And to her surprise, for the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid of him, nor ashamed, not eager to prove herself, the dull old pain of longing for love was gone too.
Hyuuga Hiashi stared at his disgraced daughter in silence for almost an hour. Hinata didn’t speak either, more out of habit than respect. She should only speak to Hyuuga-sama if he spoke to her, so, she waited.
There was nothing on his face that betrayed his opinion of what Hinata had done, but she didn’t have to wonder very far, she was, after all, his living disappointment. But if once she had gained that status for betraying his expectations being less of what she was expected to be, her act of rebellion now, the grandiosity of what she had accomplished, that was new.
What she had done was a crime not only by Hyuuga law, but of the entire Ninja World especially after the war. Better shinobi had been condemned and executed by far less.
What would Hiashi do with her? What would he do with his weak daughter who done what he had been too afraid to do so many years before?
But what was done was done, she didn’t regret it, she would never apologise. Neji belonged to her. He had always belonged to her. Ever since he had been given to her to protect with his life, life he had lost to fulfil his duty, it was fair, and it was right despite all nature law saying otherwise, that she returned to him at least half of his sacrifice by sharing her lifeforce with him.
And she could already feel it. The ghostly beating of his heart echoing each ba-tum of her own.
“The Hokage will come in the morning,” it was all her father said before turning his back on Hinata who breathed out in relief.
And, as if knowing what was going on with her, Hinata felt the warm weight of a hand touching hers, but when she looked, there was no one.
He was staring at her when she woke up for a second time and the sensation was so familiar and so right that she took in the first real breath of air since the end of the war.
It was dark behind him, the sweet night air blew through the leaves making them tap against the window.
The weak feeling of the blood loss and chakra depletion was easing on her, or maybe it was his mere presence feeding her strength back, Hinata sat up.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered, he was weak still, she could feel this tiredness as her own.
“No,” his voice, even fragile, breaking on the edges, was a miracle, he was a miracle. Her heartbeat increased pulling his with, her eyes glazed and she wanted to apologize for forcing him through the emotions, but he continued, “I should be dead.”
“Please don’t-” she pleaded, itching to touch him, but he remained static and out of reach. “Don’t say that. Never.”
They held the silence between then like a newborn child for the longest of times, and then, as if taking pity on her or just manipulated by the mixing of their souls, overpowered by her desire (could he call it hers only? Nothing belonged to only each of them individually now, every feeling, every want, every pain was shared), Neji drew a step toward that woman that ate his death, then he took another, pulled by irresistible current.
His pale hand crossed the air, graceful like a dove in flight, it landed on her cheek, an act that in his former life would be unthinkable. Hinata sucked a breath at the sensation, shamelessly pressing herself against his warm palm.
He was real, he was here.
A shiver overtook both of their bodies, it was more than simple mirroring, she wasn’t just feeling exactly the same things he was feeling, nor what made her human had been cut in half to sustain his unnatural life.
Everything was more.
As if the sensations merged and multiplied, feeding from each other, and growing, it was overwhelming, it was suffocating, it was the best thing either of them had ever felt.
They had been close, of course, far closer than what was proper in their position as a disgraced princess and her lowly guardian, but no line had been crossed.
Because there was no line.
The bars separating them in individual cages all through their lives vanished.
So, when Hinata’s hand pulled the tie of his haori slid her fingertips through the smooth planes of his chest, it was with undeserved naturality, but naturality nonetheless.
“Your wounds are gone.”
“Except...”
His hand slipped from her face and she almost cried over the loss, but a moan escaped her lips when he took her wrist and pressed her hand to his only remaining wound. Right over his heart, the binding fuuinjustu she had carved on his soul and on his flesh.
He had always belonged to her, but now it was beyond any possible attempt of denial.
Hinata forgot all about trying to preserve the needle in her hand’s vein and searched for her own scar, noticing that Neji winced also feeling the sting when she pulled her hand and the needle slid out of her.
There it was.
Right between her breasts, inflamed red skin shaped into the seal of soul binding.
“Hinata-sama...” There was awe, there was fear, and there was something so much darker in his voice. “What have you done?”
Oh no...
She clenched her eyes shut. Her insides turning with feat.
Please don’t hate me.
“I could never do that.”
She snapped her eyes open, and they glanced at each other in astonishment.
In adoration.
It had never been a secret, not to her, how he felt about her, that’s why it hurt so badly when he tried to hate her for so long, why even the notion that he could hate her now pieced her heart like a spear. They belonged together, always, and when he didn’t want her, she had to do things to survive.
There were no such options now, there was no remaining heart in her to offer to anyone else, it all belonged to him, and if he rejected her... When he was dead, she thought she could take it, his hate, but now she knew it would kill her.
“Hinata-sama,” he breathed her name like a prayer and arched forward, his front touching hers, “what have you done?” he asked again.
“I couldn’t, I couldn’t do it without you.”
“Do what?”
“Live,” she answered with raw honesty.
“What about-”
“No!” She sobbed, put a hand over his mouth, almost hurt by the implication even though it was a fair question and she knew it. “He wasn’t you. It had to be you. Don’t you get it?”
She almost cried at the heavenly sensation of his warm breath against her skin.
“I do,” he said against her fingers, “It has to be you for me too.”
And that was more than enough for her to move forward, slide her hand from his mouth to his chin, pulling him down to her and suck his lower lip between hers.
Neji’s hand fell from her cheek do her neck, cupping the back of her head, shamelessly thrusting his hot moist tongue into her mouth as if he had done that a thousand times before, as if he knew exactly how she liked it.
Hinata didn’t resist, letting him bend her body to his needs, as his other hand pressed the small of her back forward, their hips meeting and she cried out.
Eyes opened agape she saw white, white, white. Byakugan white.
His eyes, the moon, bliss.
Their body were tingling and they had barely touched yet.
Whatever destiny found them in the morning, whatever punishment, it was already worth it.
When she recovered the smallest notion of what was happening to her, she was back in the bed, silky chestnut threads of hair, still smelling like funeral flowers, covered her mouth and nose as his owner licked his way down her neck.
Hinata helped Neji off his kimono, noticing just now it still was the blood stained one he would have been buried with. There was an especial satisfaction in seeing that piece of fabric leaving his person, it wasn’t just about seeing him naked for her pleasure, there was a feeling of victory.
She had won.
Death had tried to steal him from her, and she had snatched him back.
She was victorious.
Hinata’s small hands palmed the taut muscles of his back, ready to explore uncharted territory e reclaim her absolute victory, but Neji seemed to have other plans, as he pulled her hands off him, ignoring her whimpers of protest, and locking both of her wrists over her head as his mouth continued its path of fire down her collarbone.
And again, it was better than whatever she’d planned to do, it was like he knew better than her what would bring her the outmost pleasure, and Hinata wasn’t convinced that was only because of their magical bonding. No. It was just how he was when the subject was her.
Be cause he was hers.
Had always been hers.
And now, he had her too.
Hinata clamped her thighs viciously around his hips, ears ringing when he moaned against her neck as his hardness pressed against her hot core.
“Hinata-sama,” he protested? Praised? Begged?
She glanced at him through her lashes and then offered her neglected mouth for the taking, invitation that he did not dare to decline.
Still, as his tongue explored her mouth further, Hinata could hear the back of his thoughts, the remains of his conditioning, scandalised reprimands of how out of place he was acting, that he should be disrespecting her, and to that, all she could say was:
“Please, make love to me.”
He freed her wrists, maybe out of shock, which was funny considering he was already laying over her.
Hinata cupped his face, tracing the familiar lines of his cheekbones with her thumbs.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?”
She smiled sweetly.
“You know I am.”
He took a raggedy breath and leaned forward, his forehead against hers, Hinata relaxed under him, feet massaging lazily the backs of his powerful legs.
“I still don’t understand... How?”
“Does it matter?”
He opened his eyes and stared down at her, so serious, so Hyuuga Neji.
She giggled and he frowned, but was there was a smile fighting to emerge too.
“I’ll explain later, I promise, but now...” she moved to press her lips against his ear whispering , “I need to feel you inside of me.”
She could feel her face burning, not in her wildest dreams she foresaw saying those things, but whatever power that brought him back had changed her too, free from shame, there was no use of denying, of trying to disguise her desires when he could know it all.
And the urge to unite, the absolute necessity of it, Hinata knew, was unbearable for him too. Even without a mind link, she could tell by how rock hard he was against her pelvis.
He kissed her again, sucking her tongue inside his mouth, making her moan. If there was little hesitation before, now that he had a spoken consent, there was no hesitation whatsoever and Neji started touching her freely.
The doctors had already freed her from the confines of her obi, so, the hard work was already done, not that by the way he used his perfect mastery of the gentle fist to cut her bust bindings without giving her a scratch showed that he cared about preserving the integrity of her mourning robes. Hinata sighed when his lips released hers at the same time that his palm cupped her breast for the first time. She opened her eyes to find his locked in his new discovery. Fast string of thoughts shared through their soul binding revealed to her how long he had wanted to do that and Hinata squirmed when he flicked her dusty pink nipple.
“I apologise, I-“
“No,” she said breathy, pulling his hand tighter against her mound, “touch me, please, I can’t bear it when you stop.”
Neji licked his lips and leaned forward, sucking her neck, spreading open mouth kisses down her collarbone until he was sucking that very same nipple he had just discovered and Hinata’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. She pulled his hair, but the pain echoed only accentuated the bliss.
His free hand helped her to push away the sleeves of her kimono, and then he sitting on his knees, pulling her up as Hinata rocked against his hard cock, driving both of them to insanity.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Hinata-sama,” he said as this new position had her above him, foreheads touching as her midnight hair fell around them like a shroud.
“I don’t think you can.”
He smiled, besotted, and Hinata felt like a thousand stars were going supernova inside her chest.
“You know that I mean... I’ve... I’ve never done this.”
“There isn’t much we can do wrong now, and even if we somehow find a way to make mistakes... I’d rather make mistakes with you. Neji...”
And maybe saying his name free of the reminder of his position was the magical word to make him finally stop hesitating.
He didn’t stop again when she reached between them and held his pulsating dick in her small hand, and helped her up as she fumbled to align the tip to her entering, easing herself down slowly.
Every bit of him entering her was a mix of relief and absolute agony and he must have felt her oxymoronic feelings because even though he didn’t stop her again, his tone was honestly worried as he pushed the hair from her face to the back of her ear.
“Hinata-sama, are you alright?”
There was no way he didn’t know it, not with the way they were linked now, but she loved him more than ever for still needing a spoken answer.
“It’s just... It’s my first time doing this too, can you believe?” He chuckled and moved slightly under her hitting a spot that made any amusement dissolve, she needed him to do that again.
Hinata rocked against him, arching her back and he followed her movements, still letting her lead but matching her rhythm effortlessly.
His hands on her undulating hips as she held his face, Hinata kissed him again the overpowering sensation of him moving inside of her was better than everything she had experienced before. And she knew it wasn’t due to their new supernatural bond, no, there was something older, deeper, something powerful.
She thought about touching herself but Neji’s thumb was already there, flicking her clit, with his free hand he hooked her arm around his neck, and then moved to her breast, squeezing it hard. Hinata’s whole body shook, she was so close. He fell forward, lying her down on the hospital bed, but continued thrusting, Hinata opened her legs wider for him, from her mouth a string of sweet nothings spilled and he drank every drop.
And then the first rays of sun hit his bright eyes, Hinata touched his face sweetly and arched towards him as the climax broke the two of them in a million pieces, duplicated and them quadrupled exponentially by their bond.
She was still shaking when Hinata opened her eyes again, brought back to Earth by the unpleasant feeling of Neji pulling out of her and fighting to fit both of them in her small hospital bed.
“What are we going to do?” she asked in a small voice as he continued lazily spreading small kisses on her sweaty temple and cheekbone.
“About what?”
“Father said the Hokage was coming.”
“Hmm,” he pondered. “We should go, then.”
She chuckled at how matter-of-factly he sounded about deserting the village he had literally gone to war and died to defend and becoming nukenin.
“Go where?”
“Does it matter?”
She smiled at his echoing question, lifting adoring eyes to him.
“With you? No, it doesn’t.”
He held her gaze, and kissed her front, she should have known, that to her, he would be so affectionate.
“Then, it’s settled.”
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I began writing this fic in 2019, with @azarashionna’s help. It’s crazy to think she’s been gone for so long. I still miss talking to her every single day, and how painful it is that I wrote a fic about bringing someone from the dead with the help of someone I’d lose not much after, someone I cannot bring back. But I can now finish this story, I can now write NejiHina again, I’ve grown enough my grief seem smaller. Ray, this one is for you. @cyanis-art, this one is for you too. I love you both, forever.
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In the white of her palm is your heart
NejiHina Week 2023
Day 3: Dating
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The Hyuuga do things the old way, so, they didn’t date.
Dating were for modern girls, for the daughters of civilians, and the new growing class of merchants, Hinata, being born daughter of the oldest shinobi clan of what came to be Konoha, would never be allowed such freedom.
In truth, from the moment it was made obvious that her mother had given her father a daughter, her destiny was already sealed. She would marry Neji, the would-have-been perfect heir, and produce the purest of byakugan blessed children. And when it became clear that her temperament too soft for the ruthlessness of shinobi life, it reinforced the council's opinion that Hinata’s only utility was to bear the son that would take over after her father stepped down and fix the line of succession.
There was nothing romantic about this plan, the trouble was that, despite the old geezers of the Hyuuga Council believing themselves as their masters, they never counted on Hinata’s newly wedded husband being a rebel. Had always been a rebel and would not be playing his part as planned by the same people that robbed him of his father and his freedom.
He had tried rejecting Hinata, once upon a time, it didn’t work, and it didn’t last. Some things are more powerful than fate, stronger than hate and more persistent than any wish of rebellion.
And instead of hating her of trying to reject her further, of persisting in the misery, Neji rebelled in a different way, he loved his wife, instead of letting himself to be used by the very same powers that hurt both of them so much by simply using their union to procreation, he tried his best to make her happy instead. And if the heavens one day blessed them with children, unlike their parents, their sons and daughters would never doubt their worth to their parent’s eyes.
Neji, when he decided – because it was his decision, not obedience – to marry Hinata, he also decided that he would give her what being born the Byakugan no Hime stole from her options in life. A warm home life. The normalcy of a date nights, kisses under the moon, flowers, chocolates and teddy bears.
Trouble was, she didn’t quite care for any of that. She knew she should, but she didn’t. But Hinata wouldn’t tell him that and break his covert romantic soul.
The man adored her, she owed him at least that.
So, she played along, she indulged him, playing the part of the blushing bride, because she knew he liked it so much. And she’d make eyes to him in the semi-public space of a fancy restaurant with moody candlelight, and she would let her fingers touch his when serving him tea, always so very proper, so very chaste.
It wasn’t a task, and she wasn’t pretending, she was indeed a private person, and although their relationship had never been, at least on her part, akin to the suffocating infatuation that rendered her speechless and a fainting mess (looking back, being able to tell to his face all her thoughts about him, even those not too pleasant, when she used to be a depressed, timid little genin might have been a sign).
After a month of marriage, she knew that the easiest way to drive her cold, austere Hyuuga husband absolutely mad with desire was to act like her meek authentic self.
After all, he never wanted anything or anyone but her, he had told her so.
But when they were back home, when it was only the two of them... Well...
She giggled when he pulled her up as soon as the shoji doors slid shut behind them.
“Anata, they’ll hear us,” she warned him, her ears ringing as she tried to not slip from his grip as he swiftly hooked her legs on his shoulders.
“You are the one being loud, Hinata-sama,” and then he stopped, and looked up, eyebrows rising and mouth watering, “tsuma...” oh, it was absurd how hearing him call her that made her feel, mostly because it was so rare “you are not wearing your bottom hadagi.”
“I-I was feeling too warm,” she didn’t lie, but feeling warm in the middle of the winter had little to do with the weather. It was him. Just him. Neji licked his lips and somehow pulled her even closer in a rough move, making Hinata huff, already panting, and he haven’t even really touched her.
“And why is Hinata-sama feeling warm when it’s snowing outside?” He teased her first with words and then with actions, one of the hands that had been supporting her lower back slid across her butt cheek to the top of her thigh, softly pulling the lonely fabric of her kimono, as if he was unwrapping a present. “Does she have a fever?”
Hinata wanted to rub her thighs together to relieve the ache between them, and Neji must have felt the pressure of her muscles squeezing his neck, because he pushed the last bit of silk off, exposing her lovekissed inner thigh and her expecting weeping core.
His breath hitched, and she could see the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he looked at her pussy as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen.
“Anata” she breathed, “please...”
Without looking at her, his hand slid inwards from where it was resting on her top of her naked thigh, carefully, with his thumb, Neji separated her labia and Hinata trembled, goosebumps spreading across her skin as his grip from her lower back moved to hold her hip in place as he continued his exploration, spreading her moisture down to her opening, an up around her pulsing bundling of nerves.
“Oh, no, no, don’t t-tea-” she protested as he continued to massage her but refused to touch her where she needed him the most, “ ah Neji...”
“What?” he asked, finally looking at her and revelling to Hinata with his tortured expression how teasing her was taking the toll on him too, she wanted to reach down and discover for herself how much. She loved how dominating he could be, but it could also be frustrating when he got in one of those moods.
Neji sighed and pillowed his head on her thigh, threads of chestnut hair falling on his eyes, clearly amused by her flushed cheeks and obvious impatience “do you want something, Hinata-sama?”
And then, holding her gaze and with a small smile playing in his lips, he flicked her clit for the first time, finally.
How Hinata didn’t come instantly was a mystery to her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, enduring the violent waves of pleasure as he kept moving his finger in the pattern he found out wouldn’t get her there too fast, but would rend her completely defenceless against his power over her.
“Ahhh” she panted, that was torture, absolute torture, she wanted to cry she wanted to push him to the floor and ride him all night, she wanted-
Suddenly, Hinata found herself pressed against a wall, her husband using his free hand to push the silk away from her other thigh as he opened her legs wider and kissed her feverish skin of her inner thigh. She threaded her hands in his hair, pulling off his headband, uncovering the birdcage seal, something that caused so much pain, for so many years, she never thought that seeing it up-close would one day take such an erotic meaning.
She wanted to kiss it, to kiss him, desperately, but he did it first.
Hinata cried out as he sucked her clit into his mouth, his thumb intruding into her opening in tandem and curling up, it was overkill and she trashed on his shoulders, spilling wetness down his chin and neck, but he didn’t stop. He took his thumb out with a little struggle to not hurt her as her walls spasmed and when she was starting to calm the contractions, he fucked her with his tongue instead. Hinata choked, her legs shaking uncontrollably, heels hitting his back making Neji chuckle against her folds.
When she managed to open her eyes again, he was waiting for her, lower face moist with her juices, hair mussed, cheeks dusted with red ardour and an arrogant self-satisfied look on his bright white eyes. Hinata sighed lowered one hand from his hair, touching his face softly, he moved his face, eyelids fluttering, following her caress like a kitten, and when her fingers touched his lips, he sucked them in.
Not in a million years Hinata could have guessed that being married to Hyuuga Neji would be like this.
“Bed,” she managed to say finally, “our bed, I... I...”
“Are you sure?” his voice was so smooth, Hinata shivered, her legs squeezing him again, “because I’m still hungry, Hinata-sama, and I could make you come with my tongue again, and again, and again...” He punctuated every ‘again’ with a lick on her still pulsing core and Hinata fussed, desperate.
“No, no, please I want to touch you too, please” she all but sobbed.
He gave her a last lick before wordlessly helping her down, pushing her legs from his shoulders, and sliding her body to the floor where she stood on weak legs and, as usual, almost a head and a half smaller than him.
Hinata grabbed he lapels of his haori and pulled him down for a searing kiss. She could feel now, through his hakama, how hard he was, and was very pleased with herself even thought, to be fair, she didn’t do a lot yet.
She pulled back before he got too much control back, and pulled him by his hand to their canopy wedding bed. Hinata released his hand to climb on the soft beddings, and Neji just followed her, sitting at the edge, waiting. Eyes locked to his, she sat on her calves, oh so properly for a woman who had ruined an heirloom silk kimono by refusing to use underclothes soiling it with cum just to tease her already besotted husband. Hinata took her hands to her obijime, but her husband shook his head.
“Let me,” and he reached forward, Hinata smiled and took her delicate fingers off her obi, choosing to rest her hands around Neji’s neck even if she knew, that he would take forever to unwarp her, that it would be absolute torture, that an entire ocean would be waiting between her legs when he finally slipped the last strip of silk from her body as if he wasn’t desperate to drown again.
Frustrating as it was, because she needed him desperately, it never got old, how reverential he was at each inch of skin revealed, as if he had never seen her before, as if he had never had her before, as if he wouldn’t have her forever.
She shivered when he finally pushed the kimono off her shoulders, covering the absence of fabric with bruising kisses and tried to make her lie down, but Hinata stopped him with one hand on his chest.
“Anata, you’re still dressed,” she reminded him, and he truly seemed surprised when his clouded eyes glanced down, eyebrows knitting as if his genial brain couldn’t fathom the mysterious presence of his three-piece kimono. Hinata giggled and slapped his hands away when he went straight to the front knot of his hakama. “Your haori first, love, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Obediently, he undressed from his upper garment as his wife fumbled roughly with his trousers. Each pull made him harder and when she all but hugged him to reach behind to undo his obi, burying her soft face on the crook of his neck and breathing him in, Neji’s dick twitched, begging for attention.
Tired of waiting, Neji cupped her tight rump and pushed Hinata on the bed, pushing the nagagi off his shoulders himself as she lay there, with a too sweet smile, creamy white skin framed by the endless waves of her midnight hair.
And she was his. Only his.
He had planned to take his time with her, to make her beg, to make her taste at least a little of the insanity she put him through ever since they were barely people. How many nights had he spent as a teenager, trying to go back to hating her, because it hurt less than seeing her bloom into a beautiful woman that would never be his despite been promised to him at birth, all because of a mistake made by other people, mistake that drove him to resent her and push her away dangerously close of vacating the place in her heart that he had always been entitled to.
But he had been wrong.
He didn’t lose her after all.
She would explain to him that too, on their wedding day, he was frightened, and she was so serene, she was so wise, his wife, his Hinata-sama. And she explained to him that his place in her heart would always be his, that she would always be his, they were destined to be one and nothing would ever change that.
So, what was the use of trying to stall the inevitable?
He plunged into her with a guttural moan, she was so wet that no matter how incredibly tight she was, he slid in with ease.
Hinata’s mouth opened agape in a perfect ‘o’, and she spread her legs wider as Neji pulled back and entered her again, now deeper.
“Oh Hinata-sama,” he said like a prayer, head lowering to suck a path of fire down her throat, his hips starting a punishing pace, one hand holding his upper body up while the other grabbed her hand, threading his fingers with hers over her head. His lips sucked under her bouncing breast and then he bit on it, she cried out.
Her free hand grabbed a handful of chestnut hair, pulling hard and Neji moaned in protest, in pleasure too, before dragging his lips to her waiting mouth, letting her suck his tongue like her pussy sucked his throbbing cock viciously. He could feel she was close and he let go of her hand to reach down and flick her clit rendering Hinata into a sobbing mess as her arms flapped around with the aftershocks of her powerful orgasm.
Neji stopped moving, but remained inside of her and her body stopped shaking to become limp and putty under his. He kissed her temple and her eyes, easing her to come back to earth, to come back to him. And then he bit softly at the cartilage of her ear.
“I’m not done with you yet, Hinata-sama.”
She sniffled and blinked her half-moon eyes open to him. Her lips were swollen with kisses, cheeks blotchy, perspiration covered her face, absolutely gorgeous.
“What you need?” She asked in a breathy voice.
“Turn around.”
She swallowed hard, nodding and obeyed. Neji hissed when their movements made his cock slip out of her.
“Not all the way,” he said holding her hip in place. “There,” Neji pulled her hair out of the way and kissed her sweaty temple, “perfect,” he put his tip against her folds and started pushing in again, Hinata squeezed her eyes and he stopped. Neji slid one arm under her head, making it serve both the purpose of pillow and also to force the face to be turned to his. “No, look at me.”
She bit her lower lip but did as told, he pulled her leg up, hooking it backwards around his hip and then, with her eyes locked to his and one of her breasts in his hand, he fucked her, hard.
“Ah ah ahhh” she made as he hammered inside her shaking the entire bed, her juices coating both of them and the sheets as his hips hit hard against her ass, Hinata could feel a new orgasm building up in tiding waves again, the urge to close her eyes and just let the feeling drown her was big, but he told her to look at him so who was she to deny the man that did nothing but love her, protect her, pleasure her?
“Nej-j-j-jiii ahhhhhh,” she barely noticed his husky chuckle as she shook again in a fit of orgasmic spasms, but this time he didn’t stop, as endeared as he was always were at her body’s adorable reactions, he was close too, and as Hinata was forced through a second orgasm, he came spilling inside her with a groan against her ear. Neji held her tightly for a few more moments before his body relaxed and he rolled onto his back.
Hinata took a couple of deep breaths and then turned to cuddle with him.
“Anata?”
“Hn,” he made, his chest heaving.
“Thank you for the date night.”
He responded only with dry chuckle. Hinata smiled satisfied and kissed his jaw before letting her eyes fall shut and following him into slumber.
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I don’t remember if I wrote NejiHina smut before. Mostly because I used to not write porn at all lmao. And now Lene (Cyanis for you) has me bugging her to do a NejiHina smut week, I’ve became a depraved old woman, shame on me!
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Amas Veritas
Day 2: magic
A fanfiction by @pandoraimperatrix
Available on AO3
Rated: E
Summary:
“Your wounds are gone.”
“Except...”
His hand slipped from her face and she almost cried over the loss, but a moan escaped her lips when he took her wrist and pressed her hand to his only remaining wound. Right over his heart, the binding fuuinjustu she had carved on his soul and on his flesh.
He had always belonged to her, but now it was beyond any possible attempt of denial.
Hinata uses a forbidden jutsu to bring Neji back from the dead and bind his life to hers forever.
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Too Kind
Day 1: mission together
A fanfiction by @pandoraimperatrix
Available on AO3
Summary:
“I know you are upset, but think for the bright side, we never get missions together, this one could be… fun.”
He lowered his eyes to meet hers, heavens above… She was really…
“Hinata-sama,” he said in a stern tone, she swallowed and her cheeks lost colour, “you are truly too kind.”
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Hiashi sends Neji and Hinata to a diplomatic mission to Kumo.
Also the writer is never getting over the fact that Neji tried to insult Hinata by saying she's too kind and then lost his shit when she was indeed kind enough to acknowledge his suffering.
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NejiHina Week 2023 Sneak Peeks!
Day 1: Mission Together
To say Neji was tense was an overstatement, and the bitter thoughts intruding his mind, although nothing new, haven’t plagued him since his humiliating defeat at the chunnin exams almost three years before. He had been lucky back then, that the byakugan could only see through walls and not through his thoughts, he used to think really nasty things about his uncle and cousin.
Right now, well, truly it was ever since receiving his orders, his thoughts were as nasty, no, they were nastier. And Neji could even boast about how larger his range of nastiness had become since he stopped isolating himself, judging his person to be far above such things as friendship as he used to do pre-chunnin exams and being miserable as result. Neji had spent the last two years joining the likes of Shikamaru, Lee, and worst of all, Kiba in outings to have fun with the boys (a concept once foreigner). Although his vernacular of awful thoughts had expanded, the list towards such thoughts were driven had shortened.
Hinata-sama, after all, had no fault if her lord father, Hyuuga-sama, was completely out of his fucking mind.
In truth, if Hyuuga-sama’s decision had any victim (figuratively, emotionally even, literally? No. She would never be victim in a strict sense, not in Neji’s watch no sir) it would be poor Hinata-sama.
Of course, it was Neji’s sworn duty to stop any harm to come to her, and even if Hyuuga-sama didn’t have sent him with her to that incredibly stupid risky diplomatic visit to Kumo, Neji would have gone to the Hokage himself and demand to be put in that mission. Cursed seal be damned, his brains were already frying trying to understand the reasoning behind sending Hinata-sama to that place, to that people.
“Neji-nii-san,” her sweet voice brought him back from his internal whirlpool of cursed thoughts of murder, “please stop, otou-sama will notice your killing intent and misinterpret it.”
“There is nothing to misinterpret, Hinata-sama.”
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Day 2: Magic
She swept the flowers adorning his dead body, white chrysanthemums and lilies falling on the floor, but Hinata only noticed her hands were shaking when she tried to undo his haori’s knot. From all the way too many times she imagined herself doing that, in her fantasies his skin was never cold and hard like marble under her fingertips.
Hinata had to stop herself for a moment there, taking big gulps of air and trying to suffocate the hysterical bubble of despair growing inside her throat, only noticing that tears ran free down her cheeks when Neji’s crisp white linen shroud stained.
Had she been in a reasonable mind and not insane with soul shattering grief, she would have stopped there, she’d know that she should never let herself see what was under the fabric, but she didn’t stop, and she’d never forget. Sobbing silently, she leaned towards him, her back bending forward until her forehead met his, now, as unmarked as hers.
Was that betrayal, what she was about to do? Ensnare him with chains far heavier than the one that used to bind and cage him. Would he hate her when he came to learn what she was about to do? She prayed that he would. Hinata would take a living Neji’s hatred a million times over his love from beyond the grave.
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Day 3: Dating
What?” he asked, finally looking at her and revelling to Hinata with his tortured expression how teasing her was taking the toll on him too, she wanted to reach down and discover for herself how much. She loved how dominating he could be, but it could also be frustrating when he got in one of those moods.
Neji sighed and pillowed his head on her thigh, threads of chestnut hair falling on his eyes, clearly amused by her flushed cheeks and obvious impatience “do you want something, Hinata-sama?”
And then, holding her gaze and with a small smile playing in his lips, he flicked her clit for the first time, finally.
How Hinata didn’t come instantly was a mystery to her.
She squeezed her eyes shut, enduring the violent waves of pleasure as he kept moving his finger in the pattern he found out wouldn’t get her there too fast, but would rend her completely defenceless against his power over her.
“Ahhh” she panted, that was torture, absolute torture, she wanted to cry she wanted to push him to the floor and ride him all night, she wanted-
Suddenly, Hinata found herself pressed against a wall, her husband using his free hand to push the silk away from her other thigh as he opened her legs wider and kissed her feverish skin of her inner thigh. She threaded her hands in his hair, pulling off his headband, uncovering the birdcage seal, something that caused so much pain, for so many years, she never thought that seeing it up-close would one day take such an erotic meaning.
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And much more to coooome in December, thank you @cyanis-art to keep the @nejihinata alive, only Neji is as faithful and standfast as you <3
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We are glad to announce the prompts list for NejiHina Week 2023!
Commissioned art by @/nat_sca on Instagram.
Thanks specially to @oivsyo for the permission given to use the clothing design.
#I'm back to my Naruto bs (I swear it's a chronic illness)#and of course I'll be doing the NejiHina week#I even kinda helped Lene this year#she's such a sweetheart#and I feel like Sasuke#coming every 12 years of so to help her parent our child (the NejiHina blog)
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And there she was again.
The woman of his destiny, and time stops a second time in some dirty god forsaken Arcade in Nowhere, USA, Planet Earth.
He can’t call her by her name, hurts too much.
She tells him to get a number, no sign of recognition when she looks at him, but she still wears his Gothamite accent.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVE EVE @ambeauty! I know your bday it's only on the 24th, but you'll get your gift a little earlier
I hope you enjoy it <3 <3 <3 <3
#dickkory#Dick Grayson#Koriand'r#Nightwing#Starfire#Kory Anders#Richard Grayson#my fic#Titans Finale#show: Titans#HBO Max Titans#DCU Titans#Titans Live Action#Didn't We Almost Have it All#making stuff for the ppl I like is my love language
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Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut
Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.
Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!
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Since the majority of people on my poll said 2 months was the sweet spot for these prompts, I give you VK week earlier! I’ll do my best to get these prompts up at least two months in advance to give people enough time to create their fanfiction and artwork for these weeks. :) Remember to @ us and use the # so we can share the wealth!
Enjoy VK Week!
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What you mean already? It's less than a month to goooo and if I want to give you half decent I must chop chop 🤣
Glad you are excited 😏
And maybe I'm like a little bit avoiding WW too, because I am tireeed
Sneak peek at @ambeauty 's bday gift. It's an AU/What if/Fix-it in which Dick and Kory had a past together as Teen Titans before they met again on season 1.
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e) Pay no attention to the looming threat of universal destruction.
Dick leaves to “get better intel” as he claims. Rachel knows better. He tried to abandon her once and
now he’s scared of Kory and is trying to abandon her again. Kory pretends she doesn’t know that’s what he’s doing until she realizes that she’s fucking shit at parenting three moody teens alone.
“Thank X’hal the universe is ending I’d be a terrible Queen, I can’t even take care of the three of you.”
“About that,” Gar asked as they scrubbed the kitchen’s floor after Kory’s disastrous attempt of cooking them dinner. “Dick said you left last time you were here to marry some pompous alien prince...”
“My sister killed him at the altar,” she said nonchalant as she floated to scrape some goo from the ceiling, yes, the ceiling.
“Jesus! And I thought my ‘hood was rough” that came from Victor, he was trying to find a set in his arm to clean the melted plastic of the meatloaf warpers Kory had stuffed in the oven without even putting them over a tray without wreaking further the expensive Wayne Enterprizes appliance.
“What? In Tamaran it’s more common than not. Luckly the ceremony was already done with and I didn’t have to marry anyone else, unfortunately that pushed me out of the line of succession.”
“Why?” The question came from Rachel who was sitting on the island cabinet doing absolutely nothing to help the others (she called the pizza guy, at least).
“Tamaraneans can only marry once, but Queens have to bear children. I am a childless widow. Well, was childless, I have you lot now. Too bad for you I suck at being a mother.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Kory, my mother almost let some nuns kill me to stop my demonic father from destroying the world.”
“Thanks, Rach, for having you bar so low it’s in literal hell. I feel a lot better about myself now.”
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Sneak peek at @ambeauty 's bday gift. It's an AU/What if/Fix-it in which Dick and Kory had a past together as Teen Titans before they met again on season 1.
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e) Pay no attention to the looming threat of universal destruction.
Dick leaves to “get better intel” as he claims. Rachel knows better. He tried to abandon her once and
now he’s scared of Kory and is trying to abandon her again. Kory pretends she doesn’t know that’s what he’s doing until she realizes that she’s fucking shit at parenting three moody teens alone.
“Thank X’hal the universe is ending I’d be a terrible Queen, I can’t even take care of the three of you.”
“About that,” Gar asked as they scrubbed the kitchen’s floor after Kory’s disastrous attempt of cooking them dinner. “Dick said you left last time you were here to marry some pompous alien prince...”
“My sister killed him at the altar,” she said nonchalant as she floated to scrape some goo from the ceiling, yes, the ceiling.
“Jesus! And I thought my ‘hood was rough” that came from Victor, he was trying to find a set in his arm to clean the melted plastic of the meatloaf warpers Kory had stuffed in the oven without even putting them over a tray without wreaking further the expensive Wayne Enterprizes appliance.
“What? In Tamaran it’s more common than not. Luckly the ceremony was already done with and I didn’t have to marry anyone else, unfortunately that pushed me out of the line of succession.”
“Why?” The question came from Rachel who was sitting on the island cabinet doing absolutely nothing to help the others (she called the pizza guy, at least).
“Tamaraneans can only marry once, but Queens have to bear children. I am a childless widow. Well, was childless, I have you lot now. Too bad for you I suck at being a mother.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Kory, my mother almost let some nuns kill me to stop my demonic father from destroying the world.”
“Thanks, Rach, for having you bar so low it’s in literal hell. I feel a lot better about myself now.”
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Heyyyyy We’re Back by Popular Demand with another Titans writing challenge! This one is spooky szn themed! My personal favorite season! We’re accepting all types of content so feel free to make artwork, edits, moodboards, etc!
Tag #Titanstober2023 on your posts and use the same tag for the collection if you post on AO3!
See you next month 💜💚💙🖤🦇🎃👻
Tagging all the titans family @escapism-through-imagination @not-so-mundane-after-all @wonderbatwayne @selinascatnip @koryanderscurls @meetmeunderthestarrynight @meerakory @sylvies-chen @spaceprincessem @undertheknightwing @itsjustafia @blackloislane @grayparkerfilms @jonskory
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The prompts for 2023
Fictober Event, The prompts for 2023
Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober23 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!
"It's not too late, let's go."
"Don't worry, I got you."
"Okay, show me."
"Do you even know what this means?"
"You're the smartest person I know."
"I can't wait for you."
"Do you recognise this?"
"Give me that, before anything happens."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"It's alright, I'm here now."
"You lost it. Well, we lost it."
"I'm not saying I didn't like it."
"Come with me, hurry."
"If you don't stop now —"
"Fine, explain it to me."
"Do you know a way out of here?"
"I never said it would be easy."
"We can't do this on our own."
"What if we're wrong?"
"This better be good."
"Just in case this doesn't work."
"Who takes care of you?"
"No, you won't understand, ever."
"Is it over? Is it really over?"
"Do I look like I knew that?"
"Honestly, why would I care?"
"I don't know if they will accept this."
"I may not get another chance to say this."
"That's all? Easy."
"Are you with me?"
"It's not your fault."
This event is open to all fanfiction and original fiction.
Start October the First. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober23. Please state if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom at the top. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.
Check the rules for any questions.
Have fun!
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