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officersnickers · 10 months

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Ask meme: 🎨🎥❔ for your fankids

W-Which of all of them? 😳

Just kidding, I'm trying to make it as simple as possible and "just" do this with my four NER-fanchildren plus Minerva, because she always needs more love (from my side) too!

Milian

🎨 What is the exact shade of their favorite color?

Imagine polar lights – and then make them neon!

🎥 Do they have a comfort movie/show?

Milian‘s not the greatest fan of sitting around and „just“ watching shows or movies, but he thinks it‘s so funny how Sci-Fi works like Star Trek and Star Wars tried to predict the future and its designs. He watches them like you and me would see a movie to have a good laugh.

❔Give us a random fun fact!

Despite having a ton of piercings, Milian only got one tattoo, the one on his right arm. He didn‘t enjoy the session that much, and in comparison to the sharp yet short pain of a piercing, the end result of a tattoo isn‘t worth it to sit through the tattoo session for hours. Patience isn't really his strongest point.

Luucy

🎨 What is the exact shade of their favorite color?

A warm, gentle Carmine Red.

🎥 Do they have a comfort movie/show?

Fairytale movies, especially the ones being handdrawn and with a lot of old charme. It doesn‘t matter they‘re mostly made for children, even as an adult, Luucy does enjoy them too.

❔Give us a random fun fact!

During her time at the ballett boarding school, sometimes Luucy did train so hard her feet would start bleeding. She wouldn‘t mind the pain or feeling of her shoes being soaked, but her teachers were very furious about this. First rule of being a good dancer is to take care of your health, and if Luucy wouldn‘t look after herself, she wouldn‘t be allowed to stay any longer. From this point on, she would make sure her shoes would always be as clean as freshly fallen snow.

Athena

🎨 What is the exact shade of their favorite color?

Royal blue, with the slightes tint of purple.

🎥 Do they have a comfort movie/show?

Athena does enjoy various soap operas, but her favourite is definitely Swindling Passion; movies with a lot of romance and heartbreak (but in the end, also hearthealing) are something she does enjoy greatly too.

❔Give us a random fun fact!

Despite being the shortest in her family, Athena actually got the loudest voice. She doesn‘t has to scream to get the attention of everyone, but if she wants to, she is always willed to make everyone become silent.

Jacob

🎨 What is the exact shade of their favorite color?

uRpLe

🎥 Do they have a comfort movie/show?

The first few years, he would never, ever admit it, but Jacob‘s just as much invested in Swindling Passion as Athena is. When he realizes it‘s useless to care about others opinions, he never misses one episode of the soap opera, always chatting with his sister about it.

❔Give us a random fun fact!

Jacob got only one pair of glasses, but various temples, to match his current mood. He‘s usually not that interested in fashion, but it‘s fun to „decorate“ the most important piece of his outfit.

Minerva

🎨 What is the exact shade of their favorite color?

Pink. Period.

🎥 Do they have a comfort movie/show?

As a child, Minerva was somewhat obsessed with the puppet show „Bunny Brigade“ (yeah, you can see where I did steal this from…). Even as teen, she sometimes can find a good laugh in the childish show, and admires the toy animal of her favourite bunny maybe just as much as the owl plush she got from Gillian as baby.

❔Give us a random fun fact!

She gets a meltdown whenever she comes near shampoo and/ or a brush. And no, it doesn‘t get much better the older she gets – despite this, Minerva still insists on having long hair. Emma will never get it.

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Thanks a lot for asking, @thathilomgirl! It's always great fun to talk about ones OCs 😘

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the-c0rinthian · 4 years

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hellraiser and the ring!

'someone already asked one of mine so i’m also gonna ask jaws lol'

hellraiser: do u have any tattoos/piercings? do u want any?

all i have so far is my ears. i wanna gauge them, i also want an industrial, cyber bite on the top lip, a vertical labret, and doubles on my right eyebrow. maybe a smiley too idk yet. as far as tattoos go, my first one is gonna be a moon with the cancer symbol it, and the date my grandpa passed away beneath it on my left wrist. im getting a beaded feather behind my ear to match my moms. my left arm is mostly gonna be for my dumb tattoo ideas, like a churro, a macaroni noodle, little bats, a tiny plate of spaghetti, stuff like that. the right is gonna be a full sleeve with the sun on my shoulder, and all the planets going down with pluto on the back of my hand. Once i get top surgery im getting roses over the scars to pay homage to my birth name, that my mom worked really hard to decide on. Me and my best friend (@abandonedeyes)are getting matching ones that say "i like your shirt" and "i like your hair" (the first things we ever said to each other.). My sister and i are getting matching ones of Zero from the nightmare before Christmas. I wanna get the duel winter soldier captain america star design somewhere, and a bat w/ nails in it and a blue camaro (bet you'll never guess what that stands for). maybe ill get the gedwey ignasia on my palm someday, idk. i want so many. This answer got real long, sorry jsjdnshs.

jaws: what’s something u wish u were good at?

Talking?? To people like a normal person. Saving money. Not being so hard on myself. So many things. But im working on them. Ill get there someday.

#thank you for the ask uwu

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waywardnerd67 · 5 years

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At Both Ends

Title: At Both Ends Square Filled: Spitroasting Pairing: Misha x Reader x Jensen Characters: Misha Collins, Jensen Ackles, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut Summary: (Y/N) arrives home to find an early Christmas present from her boyfriend. Word Count: 2397 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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She walked into her home after a long day of teaching high school students grateful that Winter Break had arrived. (Y/N) noticed the lights were already on and heart began to race. She dropped her things at the door rushing into the living room to find the one person she wanted to see most.

There stood Misha Collins, jeans and a t-shirt covering his tall muscular body. His dark chocolate hair unruly messy and his piercing blue eyes shining as a wide smile spread across his face. “Hey baby.” He said as she ran to him launching herself into his arms.

“Mish! I missed you so much handsome.” She said as he twirled her around. Setting her down, he leaned in kissing her deeply making her knees weak.

When he pulled away she saw something mischievous in his eyes. He was smiling down at her with a big goofy grin that instantly made her worry. “Misha… what did you do?” she asked stepping away from him.

His laugh filled the room as he walked over grabbing the two glasses of wine she had not noticed on the counter. Now she was definitely worried about whatever he was scheming in his head. She took a glass from him taking a long drink letting the wine soothe her nerves that were building up.

“I brought home an early Christmas gift for you that I was hoping we could open tonight.” He said a faint blush touching his cheeks as he spoke.

The gift must have been something he was worried about her reacting too and she took a deep breath before speaking, “Misha, I’m sure whatever it is I will love it. Why are you so worried?”

He walked over to where the garage entrance was opening the door. (Y/N) thought for a moment a dog with a big red bow was going to come trotting out and she bounced excitedly on the balls of her feet. Instead, she was stunned to see Misha’s co-star, Jensen Ackles, walk into the room with a bow tied around his chest. He was smiling nervously at her as he stood next to Misha.

“W-What is going on?” she asked her body trembling suddenly.

(Y/N) knew Jensen was happily married with kids. Danneel was one of (Y/N)’s friends and she loved her like a sister so seeing her husband wrapped up for her sent mixed signals throughout her body. Misha slowly approached her as if he moved to quickly it would spook her.

“(Y/N), I know you have been harboring a huge crush on Jensen for a long time even before you met me. That is the whole reason why you started watching the show was because you have been a fan of his.” He began saying as she nodded.

It was true, (Y/N) had been a fan of Jensen’s since he was on Dark Angel. She had met Misha during a convention that she went to in order to meet Jensen. When she hit it off with Misha they ended up on a date and had been together ever since. To her, Jensen was just one of her friends and she adored him along with his family. However, her attraction to him never went away.

Misha ran his fingers down her arm to her hand pulling her closer to him and to Jensen, “We’ve been talking about living out our fantasies and I thought I would help fulfill one of yours. I approached Jensen about this months ago and he discussed it with Danneel who thought it was a great idea. Baby, what are thinking right now?” he asked.

(Y/N) looked from Misha to Jensen and back, “I think I need another drink. Whiskey this time.”

Jensen walked over to their small bar grabbing a few glasses pouring them each a drink. Handing it to her, she flinched slightly when their fingers brushed against one another. “I know you’re feeling uneasy about this. I felt the same when Misha approached me about it as well. It wasn’t until after talking with Danneel that was a little more comfortable with the idea.”

(Y/N) scoffed, “Seriously? Danneel is okay with her husband sleeping with another woman?” she asked

“Danneel and I have a kind of open relationship. We love one another deeply, but we also believe that love is meant to be shared with more than one person forever. We are committed to one another completely. However, this isn’t the first time I’ve done this before.” Jensen explained looking away bashfully.

(Y/N)’s eyes widen as realization hit her, “Jared and Gen? Really?” she asked as he nodded. She sat back downing her drink and pouring herself another one, “Wow.” She muttered.

The two men next to her chuckled and downed their own drinks. (Y/N) was lost in her thoughts debating on rather or not this should happen. Sure, fantasizing about your boyfriend’s co-worker was normal but living it out was a whole not can of worms. She jumped slightly when Jensen’s hand covered her own.

“No harm, no foul if you don’t want this to happen. I have a hotel room all ready for me and I will travel back to Austin in the morning. For what it’s worth, you’re not the only one who has fantasized about this.” His admission had her eyes snapping up to his as he gave her a breathtaking smile.

(Y/N) got up standing in front of Jensen as he leaned back in his chair and she pulled the ribbon untying it the bow around his chest. Looking down at him, she bit her lip nervously as he stood up brushing his body against hers. “Is that a yes?” he asked his voice low and husky.

She nodded as he leaned down pressing his full, soft lips against hers. (Y/N) knew Jensen would be an amazing kisser but he was beyond anything she could have imagined. He wrapped her arms around his neck running his hands down her curvy sides.

She pulled away from Jensen leaning her head back against Misha’s shoulder when she felt his lips on her neck. His large hand reached around between her legs rubbing her mound leisurely as she moaned against Jensen’s lips kissing him once again.

Misha pulled away from her bringing her hand into his, “Come on baby, let’s move this to a more comfortable spot.”

(Y/N) was breathing heavily as she grabbed Jensen’s hand leading him towards their bedroom. Misha already had candles all set up around the room. He pulled out a book of matched walking around lighting each one then turning off the overhead lights.

She looked over to Jensen whose features were more striking in the candlelight. The way his eyes traveled to length of her body gave her a surge of confidence. Walking over to him, she began to unbuckle his belt and he pulled his shirt over his head. (Y/N) could not help but run her hands down his firm chest and stomach.

Jensen’s hand slipped behind her head pulling her lips to his again. As her hands went to his pants, she felt Misha pulling her shirt from behind her. She lifted her arms up allowing the sudden cold air hitting her blistering skin made her shiver. Jensen’s lips moved down her jaw to her neck as Misha’s hands cupped her breasts pushing her bra above them.

(Y/N) undid Jensen’s pants slipping one hand down over his thick length, “Fuucck…” she moaned feeling how hard he was already. He chuckled against her neck before pushing his jeans down his legs. She reached her other hand behind her to Misha.

She was stroking him over his jeans his familiar hardness in her hand made her relax immediately. Misha was rolling her nipples between his fingers as Jensen kissed down her body as Misha held one of her breasts for his mouth to latch onto. Her body was filled with all kinds of emotions and her mind was cloud with pleasure from the two men worshipping her body.

“Misha… please…” was all she could get out as Jensen flicked his tongue over her nipple.

Misha knew her body so well that really no words were needed for him to know what she wanted. He undid her pants dragging them down her legs along with her soaking panties. Misha kissed along her body chuckling, “Jensen, she’s soaked. Have a feel of her.” He said turning her around to face him.

His mouth was on hers biting on her lower lip. She felt Jensen’s thick finger reach around her parting her slick lips. She groaned into Misha’s mouth and spread her legs a little further for Jensen. He took his hand along her ass and then pushed them inside her.

“SHIT!” he cried out breaking the kiss with Misha.

Jensen growled against her neck, “Oh Misha, you were right. She is practically dripping for us.”

He was pumping his fingers in and out of her and it was taking all her strength to hold onto Misha’s shoulders to stay upright. Misha began rubbing her aching clit accelerating her need for a release. The way they worked together on her was overwhelming and the coil within her was ready to snap.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, I’m coming!” she yelled out as Jensen curled his fingers within her and Misha rubbed against her harder. She was seeing spots as she rode out her orgasm from the two men.

Both of their mouths were on her kissing her and Jensen brought his sticky fingers to her lips. Tasting herself on him nearly made her come again adding on the groan escaping his lips. “Misha, I think I need her to suck my cock, that alright?” he asked making her whimper.

“I was thinking I needed to be buried deep in her soaking pussy. Baby, you think you have it in you to take care of us both? If you need some time just let us know.” Misha’s voice was filled with concern. He could tell she was slightly overwhelmed.

(Y/N) crawled slipped between them crawling onto the bed keeping herself up on all fours. She wiggled her ass in the air as she patted the bed in front of her. Jensen laid down in front of her after slipping off his boxers. Her mouth watering seeing his hard, thick cock standing waiting for her attention.

She ran her tongue along the underside him while holding the base of his length. Jensen let out a long satisfying groan. Misha chuckled, “Dude, the things she can do with that mouth will ruin you forever.”

Jensen laughed running his fingers through her hair affectionately as she listened to Misha shedding his clothes behind her. She twirled her tongue around his swollen head before sinking down on his shaft. “Christ!” Jensen called out as she took him completely in her mouth.

“Told you.” Misha said before kneeling behind her running his tongue along her lips.

She moaned against Jensen’s cock making him twitch on her tongue. She released his length with a pop stroking him with her hand. “Damn it, Misha if you don’t put your cock into me I’m going to ride Jensen like a damn horse.” She demanded as both men laughed.

Misha aligned himself with her and pushed every glorious inch into her slowly. (Y/N)’s head fell forward onto Jensen’s stomach moaning incoherently. Jensen rolled out of bed surprising (Y/N) by standing in front of her. His large hand gripping his cock as his other hand grabbed her hair. She knew what was coming next and she clenched her walls around Misha tightly.

Jensen pushed his cock into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She held onto the edge of the bed as Jensen thrusted into her mouth as Misha slammed into from behind. “Fuck Jensen, she really likes you doing that. She squeezing the shit out of my cock.”

She moaned when Jensen’s cock was deep in her mouth feeling his hand trembling in her hair. The two men hit the perfect rhythm bring her closer and closer to a second orgasm. Jensen was thick in her mouth close as well and she knew Misha was about ready to explode. Misha came first calling out her name pumping into her until he has filled her completely.

(Y/N) brought her hand up gently gathering Jensen’s sack massaging it as it tightened in her palm. “Fuck! Just like that (Y/N).” he grunted as he came down her throat. She was so close to an orgasm but did not say anything as both men withdrew from her. “Misha, look at her. We need to take care of her.” Jensen said as Misha rolled her onto her back.

Jensen sat behind her with his legs on either side of her. Misha lapped at her slick lips making her whimper. His tongue flicking over her clit as he pushed two fingers inside of her. Jensen leaned down pressing his lips below her ear. His hands kneading her breasts as he whispered to her.

“Feel how good Mish’s fingers feel in you. How good his tongue makes your clit flutter? Come on baby girl, grinded yourself against his face.” She was panting as her body followed Jensen’s commands. “That’s is baby girl, feel that coil deep within you tightening. So, wound up that it could snap at any moment.”

(Y/N)’s head was pressed firmly against Jensen’s shoulder as she grabbed a hold of Misha’s hair grinding against his face shamelessly. “Oh god… please… I need to come. Misha… Jensen, PLEASE!” she begged.

Misha pumped his fingers in her mercilessly as Jensen rubbed her clit with one hand. “Come now.” They both said, and she cried out as pleasure filled every fiber of her body. She was trembling against them both as her body came down from the mind-blowing orgasm.

Misha crawled up her body kissing her then pulled her against him snuggling her. She felt Jensen getting up and reached out grabbing his arm gently. (Y/N) looked to Misha asking, “Is it alright for Jensen to stay? I would rather like if he did.”

She looked to Jensen smiling as he smirked, “I’m good with it if you are Mish.”

Misha nodded as both men snuggled against her, “Anything for you baby. Merry Christmas.”

“A very merry Christmas indeed.” She said falling into a peaceful night of sleep.

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gigiree · 7 years

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Pulled into orbit

A/n: Day 11: Kimono…in which Sasuke gives in and lets himself be pulled in fully.

He sees her next helping set up all the booths for the summer festival.

She’s dressed freshly in black shorts and a white shirt with the short sleeves rolled up to her shoulders. Her hair is up in that messy bun that leaves the nape of her neck uncovered.

Her bangs are still long, draping over her tired eyes as she slaps on a smile to everyone she speaks to. She carries her heavy loads with alacrity. Helps set up tarps and paints signs with so much enthusiasm, Sasuke would be fooled had he been watching her the tiniest bit less.

His heart feels as warm as summer in his throat when she brings up a hand to wipe away the sweat beading on her forehead. On her thin wrist, there dangles a bright silver chain with a charm made of pale moon stone.

He’d known logically that he’d given her the gift for more than just it reminded me of you. But he hadn’t expected this surge of emotions, these wild, roiling things that simmered deep below his careful guard.

He absently places a hand over his heart as he contemplates what it all means, disappearing before he can hear her happily call his name. —

The festival is almost a sensory overload for him. He’d all but been stuffed into a drab blue yukata by Naruto, pulled along by Sai’s careful quips and then bowled over by Sakura’s teasing remark.

“Hinata will be there. Dressed in a pretty yukata.”

“Tch. Don’t say stupid things.”

“She likes sweet things.” She’d chided.

Despite his attempts to curb her curiosity, her green eyes had glittered with knowing and Sasuke had nearly signed up for an immediate mission right then and there.

Regardless, the rest of Team Kakashi had wandered off. Their loud spirits at home in the jovial atmosphere, their attention pulled to the games and food and the general chatter.

He is set to wander, feeling as lost as he had on that rainy day when she’d inadvertently shown him a new direction. He’d been unsure how to proceed with anything at all, and she’d simply offered her help with nothing but a battered old umbrella.

She’d held it out as an offering or a weapon, he couldn’t tell at first. She’d stubbornly kept the existential storms of life at bay for just a moment.

There’s too many chakra signatures her. Even if he tries honing in for hers, it’s fuzzy and dim beyond all this noise. He catches the sweet, rich scent of heated red bean.

Distractedly, he finds his feet taking him there, placing him squarely in the line for red bean pastries. His nose wrinkles in distaste, but still he holds his ground stubbornly and remembers the pleasure that had shot through him at seeing the simple bracelet on her.

“Ah…so you do like sweet things too?”

Her voice catches him mid thought. It chirps from behind him, feeling like a soft caress on his cheek. Something that makes his face turn in her direction and again her moon eyes pull him into her orbit.

She’s beautiful. That’s an undeniable fact. She’s wrapped up in a simple dark blue yukata threaded through with broad yellow sunflowers and little birds. Her obi is a stark red, gathered into a large bow in the back.

He finds his voice stuck for a moment. He can tell her the truth. Or he can lie and save face.

He chooses the latter.

“I do.”

She nods approvingly, obviously filing away this information for later. He catches the slight shift in her intelligent eyes, the sheen of some important realization.

And then she seems to come to a lighter sort of mood when her smile grows broad enough to push up into her gaze.

“We match.” She points out cheerfully.

He’s not quite sure to make of that. He’s never been a big believer of fate or circumstance, but something about her path always bring her into his space…always pulls him until he’s spinning to understand her.

He shrugs casually, still feeling unsettled.

They don’t have to speak to be comfortable. They spend the next few minutes watching the crowd and the other patrons in line with quiet detachment. He enjoys this.

Eventually it’s his turn to make his purchase. He selects ten or so, tells the guy serving the cakes to keep the change, and then turns so abruptly and closely to Hinata, that she brings up her hands to place distance between them.

The bag of warm cakes is unceremoniously plopped into her hands.

“But…I thought…w-wait…” She begins, but he’s already shoved his hands in his pockets and walked off.

She runs out of the line, much to the surprise of the mother behind her, and Hinata mouths a quick apology before speeding up after him, his dark hair bobbing against the bright lanterns with an easy pace.

She catches up to him. He waits for her a bit, amusement sparkling in his dark eyes as he looks at her over his shoulder.

She’s breathing a little hard, nervousness having made her cheeks bloom into the loveliest red. It’s exacerbated by the glow of the red lights, and her eyes are cast in greater shadow.

She looks so confused and it brings him amusement.

“Your pastries?” She holds them out to him patiently.

He laughs. Short. Amused. But it’s entirely a beautiful thing to her. It changes his face so completely.

“I don’t like them.”

“But you said-”

He turns away from her, begins his slow progress into the crowd so he won’t see the embarrassment on his face when he tells her-

“I didn’t say which kind of sweet things I like, Hinata.”

She’s left to stand in the middle of the walkway, among all the happy ruckus, with her mouth wide open, hands nearly crushing the delicate cakes in the bag. —

The fireworks are about to start. Everyone’s settling in on the grassy knolls outside of the town, a few people setting down blankets and neatly packed lunch boxes.

The stars are hardly visible here beyond all the light pollution, but it’s a perfectly nice place to view the spectacle.

And yet his eyes search the crowd instead of the sky. He looks for her. He figures this is something she would enjoy, and for some reason, he can’t vividly picture the expression on her face as she watches these.

He wants to. He wants to see her eyes widen in awe and hear the soft sigh of admiration from her lips. Maybe his mind is drawing an inaccurate picture of her again, but he’s almost sure that’s how she’d react.

He sees her team. Inuzuka reclines heavily against his monstrous dog whose mouth is open is pure canine joy. Aburame sits ramrod straight on the grass, looking a bit contemplative as he speaks with his teammate.

They both look distressed. Lonely.

Sasuke wonders where their little bouncing ball has run off this time.

He catches her sister and father somewhere towards the front. They are alone.

That same melancholy from before pierces through his chest, brings to mind images of a moonlit hospital room with too many wires and a girl with too many tears.

He ignores Naruto’s queries as he stands up so quickly, as he runs off into the night, pulled closer and closer to the her. —

She’s not angry. She’s not upset when she sees Sasuke Uchiha standing in the doorway of Neji’s hospital room.

In fact, she’s more concerned with his state of appearance. His pretty haori is sliding off of one shoulder, his chest heaving shallow breaths as he struggles to regain his composure.

She’s never seen him so bedraggled. It’s startling. She’s ready to rise from the chair and offer it to him.

But he stops her with a sharp glance, moving his eyes from her to Neji and back.

She seems taken aback at first. But it makes sense. She’d thought she’d heard the door open on that one night when it had been too much. When she’d cried over Neji’s fate and nearly given up on ever breaking the seal.

She wilts into her chair, a broken, bitter smile crawling up her face as she gestures towards the still steaming mug of tea and the pile of cakes on a plate.

“You can join us…if you want. There’s a nice view of the fireworks from here.” She offers and then gives a half hearted laugh.

Sasuke takes her offer without a second thought. He pulls over the only other chair in the room, and sets it squarely next to hers. They half face the window, half face Neji. It would feel rude to turn their backs on him.

Sasuke refuses the cakes. Accepts the tea.It’s a pleasant citrus blend, he notes dreamily.

Such a strange tableau he’s found himself in. A pretty girl dressed like a dream, the trailing ends of her yukata fluttering with every anxious tap of her feet.

The steam rising from their mugs of tea. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor, the barely heard breathing of the patient next to them.

She begins speaking without a prompt. As if him finding her here had been the key all along, her words begin to run smooth and musical. Like a story.

“We thought he was dead. We all did…and then it turns out they’d found him breathing lightly. They got him stabilized, but the damage must have been far too much. He wouldn’t wake up…they said it was because the seal had stopped halfway in between activation and dormancy…that it had dug too deep into his brain and shut off something essential.”

She breathes, traces the rim of her cup in a gesture that reminds him so much of her sister. But she’s stronger and more astute. She hears his question in his silence.

“We’re not telling anyone because it’s shameful to the clan…and it would give everyone else false hope…that’s what father says anyway.”

Sasuke stares hard at her, wills her to break so that he can gather her up and help her rebuild herself. He should have known she was done shattering a long time ago, and she’d recovered just perfectly without him.

“So all your work with the seal?”

She avoids his glance, biting her lip before responding.

“Is to help him…and the rest of the clan. But if anyone finds out, they might stop my attempts for fear of social upheaval.”

She tucks back a strand of starlight hair, the glittering moonstone in her wrist seeming like something paling in comparison to the light she gave off all on her own. This lost little moon, guiding itself into a place she could call her own.

Sasuke is silent once more as he gazes out at the window, the sky still unlit. He must have arrived faster than he had thought.

“You must think me all sorts of a fool.” She whispers, rubbing at the bracelet self consciously.

He doesn’t answer her. He lets her pull take him in fully, lets it wrap his finger around her slim wrist and lets him pull her close.

Lets the distance between them go down to zero. Lets him kiss her with all the love and awe he feels for her.

The fireworks have started, their whistling and booming faint in the deafening sounds of their heartbeats.

He smiles softly as the expression he’d been trying to imagine appears on her face. Eyes wide in awe, pretty lips parted in a sigh. Her cheeks are that lovely pink again.

He moves away from her and turns to watch the rest of the fireworks, saying nothing more. She doesn't speak, not even when he leaves before she does.

There’s nothing to say…and too much to say as well. —–

Somehow he’s not surprised when he goes to the compound to look for her the next day and finds that she’s taken another long mission.

Still the ache in his chest makes him feel nauseous. He can’t blame it on the tea this time.

#sasuhina month #sasuhina

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