#✨symbolism✨

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

[artyphex]

“Wow. That sure is an absurd amount of symbolism” I mutter. Writing my Hazbin Hotel fanfiction

[laylamva]

The face is DIFFERENT depending on the platform and I love it.

[loafthecat]

TW. Blood/abusive relationship

Thank you to @emperorcandy for giving me the idea for this!!!

Also yeah this doesn’t look like thsc but-

But-

It’s

✨symbolism✨

[war-and-eternal-dawn]

Welcome to the blog about Everdawn!

Everdawn is a book im cocreating with a friend!(sadly they don't use Tumblr, but if I ever say anything about Fernstar, that's the friend)

@blacklicoriceisgood is my main :3

Introduction to characters and stuff under cut

Everdawn centers around a cast of 6 characters, named Caralyn, Surya, Artemis, Noah, Nathaniel, and Mateo.

(Each character will have their own tag for posts specifically about them, profiles for each coming soon)

There are three main kingdoms, where most of the plot takes place. These are Lunar Kingdom, Kingdom of Sol, and Earth Kingdom.

Caralyn-

[covingtons]

🔥 and just as the phoenix rose from the ashes, she too will rise 🔥

Halloween Edits pt. 1:

Adeline as a phoenix 🐦‍🔥

[smimon]

Hnnn sorry for not checking the dash, I'm speedrunning a few tasks, but also I finally got all the possible tickets for the Baltic Princess gig!!! (airplane, hotel, bus, gig itself)

HYPE!!!

[sunny-knight]

THIS IS HOME

@forgettable-au Fan-Animatic ⭐️

The stars welcome him with open arms…

Work and Progress + Analysis below!

You can find the work in progress things here! because I wanna show the sketch animatic and you can only upload one video…

The entire idea was inspired off of THIS lovely little qna written a bit ago! havnt forgotten about it since! Despite what the AU might have you believe And recently I decided I could just draw out the fun part instead of go through the pain of storyboarding and cleaning up a nearly 4 minute long song 👍👍👍

Thats the idea though, theres no real plot, so no real context I can give other than the things the comic itself already provides. “This Is Home” just works incredibly well for this poor childs trauma, and it was a great opportunity to practice my composition and storytelling!!

Onto the deep analysis of every frame individually!!! (this is normal. this happens every time.)

The idea that Wingdings just eventually- gave up. Trying to connect with anyone. HURTS ME DEEPLY. I’m not sure if thats specifically because he just couldn’t get the font thing down, but I imagine that was a big contributing factor. But thats what specifically stops him here. He eventually slams his keys down on the board and says “IM DONE” and throws himself into a thing he can purely enjoy on his own- science. Even at a young age, I feel he only had 2 lives. One with Sans, and one with science. Then when those worlds combined when he became the royal scientist uhhh- I imagine it got worse.

Speaking of his young age, In these shots he’s also notably a tad older than the later depictions of his younger self with the scarf. Less full of joy and whimsy

“His mind is in a different place” is taken a tad more negatively than in the context of the song I feel, as he’s more or less isolated himself from everyone (but Sans) now in this “giving up” phase of his childhood. I wonder how Sans noticed/took that and if he tried to convince him otherwise, but in this case he just thinks he needs some time to himself.

Also let it be known that the words being crammed in at the “Give him a little bit of space” bit is on PURPOSE and a SILLY LITTLE JOKE/VISUAL GAG GIVEN THE LINE. I AM SO FUNNY.

The colors are also notably dark blues, that get greyer when Wingdings has given up. The light that Sans lets in ((looks into the camera, tearing up)) is still pretty cold despite it being brighter.

The berating is also in uppercase to show most of this is from Wingdings’ pov- I know he speaks in proper casing at this time, but I NEED SOME SORT OF INDICATOR, WORK WITH ME HERE. His main issue was his own self consciousness and desire to communicate properly, since it was said before on the blog that no one really picked on him for his inability to talk to them.

Then we have Papyrus!! The colors are similarly blue, but a lot brighter and a touch purpler and greener. Its from the same world, but not the same person. Also he’s wearing a yellow vest which is the complimentary color to blue ☝️

Papyrus is more heavily associated with warm colors in contrast to Wingdings, but this takes place very early on when he was very confused where his place was (or at least I assume thats what happened). He’s associating with warm colors (yellow) but is somewhat weary about it and still subconsciously clutching onto the comfort in familiarity.

The scene ofc depicts Papyrus being incredibly uncomfortable about any photos of himself as a child. It still definitely…looooks… like him. it just feels really wrong.

Similar thing to last time with the fonts as well, uppercase, Papyrus’ pov, he just wants to know who/WHAT he is.

I enjoy the colors in the photo and how they reallly stand out from the rest of the shot, just another emphasis that the photo feels otherworldly to Papyrus.

This is the part where I start weeping pitifully. The tiny Wingdings to Gaster comparison- it’s just so upsetting, I want to know what this poor child would think if he saw what he ends up as 😭

Wingdings enjoyed dreaming about the real stars he MIGHT get to see one day with Sans. The scene is dark, as it still hasnt happened yet, but still bright and hopeful as he stares up at the light! Its always a possibility. But then we have Gaster, who finally did it. He reached the stars, he gets to look up and say “wow…. I really did it”. Staring up at the void before him. Without Sans…I feel he wouldn’t ponder on it much, and consciously he doesn’t see anything bad about his circumstances, but the crack going down his eye that elludes to a tear says otherwise in the suppressed emotions.

The world Wingdings lived in when he was small, seemed so endless…Despite the underground being small compared to the real world, his imagination was endless. He could dream, he could imagine, and create things, get and give new ideas! But now as an adult that just so happens to be a lovecraftian entity, everything is much more simple and straightforward. At least from his perspective…Gaster may be able to DO way more than he ever could as a small child, but his mind is pretty one track at this point.

I wonder how Gaster feels…Now that they’ve gotten to the surface. without him

Im not sure how Papyrus in the game or even in the comic feels about stars, but Sans for one doesnt have to daydream anymore. They’ve also “done it” just like Gaster, but the hug insinuates less of that and more a “we WON”. They share in this moment together more emotionally than anything.

Again, compared to Gaster and them, they enjoy the moment in their own ways- Gaster just the action of seeing the stars, and Papyrus in what the moment itself means. I feel those are the 2 wants Wingdings had and thats a lot of what Papyrus and Gaster are. 2 halfs of Wingdings’…whole…thing

Also the stars welcoming him with open arms is both in reference to Sans but also Papyrus welcoming/accepting/loving himself…

IN CONCLUSION:

…yknow ive never asked before, but if anyone has any questions or needs clarification im happy to-

[jackabbot]

EVAN BUCKLEY + his style over the years ↳ part 17/?

[veinsfullofstars]

🌹 A pair of Dreamy knights… 🌹

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Meta Knight and Dark Meta Knight in mirrored Dreamy Gear outfits - the latter a little more tattered and sporting more reds and silvers in his design than his blue-and-gold counterpart. They float gracefully in a petal-strewn void, MK slightly above DMK, their armor glinting and their capes flaring about them in opposite directions, drawn partially over their faces to add to their mysterious vibe. Each looks sidelong from his mask and holds out a rose to the viewer -  a red one from MK, his eye half-lidded in calm patience, and a blue one from DMK, his eye squinted in an annoyed glare. END ID.)

Started 12/22/24, finished 02/06/25.

[aventurineswife]

Welcome back, Kakavasha

Summary: As you sit with Aventurine during a peaceful sunset, you notice a something in his eyes that had never been there before.

Tags: Ficlet, Fluff, Soft moment, Sunset setting, Subtle romance, Emotional growth, Character development, Quiet intimacy, Eye symbolism.

Warnings: None 🤭🫶

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Aventurine had always been a man of elegance, charm, and perfectly crafted smiles, but you’d noticed something missing—something that set him apart from others in a way most didn’t see. His eyes, those striking magenta and cyan eyes, though beautiful, had always been void of light. No matter how confident or carefree he acted, they had never truly sparkled. He carried an air of calculated calm, but behind it was an emptiness, like he was watching life from a distance. You never pressed him about it, sensing it was something he kept tightly guarded.

Until tonight.

The two of you were sitting on the balcony, the quiet of the evening settling around you. The sunset painted the sky in hues of gold and pink, casting a soft glow over everything. Aventurine leaned back in his chair, a rare moment of stillness in his usually fast-paced life. You stole a glance at him, expecting to see his usual calm, detached expression, but something made you pause.

His eyes…

Under the soft light of the setting sun, they glistened. A subtle sparkles danced in the cyan and magenta of his gaze, catching the light in a way you had never seen before. You blinked, almost thinking it was a trick of the fading daylight, but as you continued to look, it was undeniable.

His eyes had changed. There was a new life in them, a warmth that had been absent all these years. How long it had been missing, you couldn’t say. But now, for the first time since you met him, they shimmered like the first hint of stars appearing in the twilight.

You felt your breath catch in your throat. The sight filled you with quiet joy, but you kept your expression neutral, not wanting to spoil the moment. Aventurine was staring out into the horizon, oblivious to the shift in your thoughts. Whatever had brought this change in him, you didn’t want to interrupt it. The soft spark in his eyes was a reflection of something deep within him finally stirring to life.

You leaned slightly closer to him, pretending to adjust your position in the chair. As you did, you continued to steal glances, your heart swelling with happiness for him. Whatever darkness had dulled that light for so long, it seemed to be lifting, even if only a little.

The moment stretched on, the two of you sitting in peaceful silence, and you felt a warm breeze brush past. The night was beginning to creep in, but you were content just to sit there, watching the subtle glimmers in Aventurine’s eyes as they reflected the last of the sunset. You smiled to yourself, your heart quietly full, knowing he didn’t need to know. This was his moment, and you were just glad to witness it.

You turned your gaze back to the sunset, letting your fingers rest lightly on his, feeling his familiar warmth. Whatever had sparked this change, you silently promised to be there for him, to help that light grow brighter.

And as the night deepened, you were grateful—grateful for him, for this quiet moment, and for the spark in his eyes that had finally returned. You wouldn’t tell him, not now. You’d simply let him be, and cherish the quiet joy of seeing him finally come back to life, little by little.

[psychedeliclulu]

Through which lens do you see the world?

▪️Hope

▪️Despair

👉🏻Emptiness

Happy B-Day Adachi 🥹👏🏻🎂🥬🐈‍⬛💖✨!!

I used pastels and ecolines (dripped and mixed with water)🎨

I also used a type with a metallic/shimmery effect but you can only see it in the photo below or in person 👁️👁️

I tried to concentrate this effect in the yellowest and brightest part of the drawing...but a little light doesn't hurt even in the deepest darkness 😉✨

(I'm very happy that this year I managed to finish the drawing on time and that I'm happy with the final result. I had to change the concept 3 times but...😀👍🏻✨)

[canisalbus]

Got my English teacher's permission to use Macbeth characters as dogs for a costume/scene design project.

I'm about to shove so much symbolism in these bad boys.

Reminded me of your sillies.

.

[ace-ogato]

Elder Faerie and White Lily Analysis because I NEED to talk about them...

What I'm about to say can be interpreted romantically or platonically, literally however you see fit 👍 I just want their relationship in general to be talked about more because it's so, so good...

(Putting it under a cut because it's a bit long LOL)

A lot of this hinges on a specific scene from Episode 1 of Beast-Yeast, that being "White Lily Cookie's Memories V" (creative title, wow !). It's the most important flashback between the two of them I'd say, and really exemplifies the dynamic between them.

This scene was the single strongest moment in ep. 1-2 and probably the most well written moment. White Lily was at her strongest here, in terms of characterization and general writing. She truly felt like herself, something that sort of lacked in other parts of the episode. God, I love her in this scene... but onto the actual title of the post !

In relation to Elder Faerie, the symbolism between them throughout their entire relationship is so, so good. The butterfly and the flower; the themes of freedom of choice and deciding your own fate vs. being rooted in one place for a single. clear purpose. The fact that it's a reversal of who you think would be who. White Lily being the flower, something usually stuck in one place for its life, as the one yearning for more in her life. Elder Faerie being the butterfly, a creature that can move freely as it wishes, as the one that's trapped in one spot due to a mission given to him years ago. It's so emblematic of the things they desire the most. Of course a flower would yearn for movement and freedom while a butterfly would yearn for consistency and a home. But their yearning is technically accomplished, White Lily can move where she pleases and Elder Faerie does have a defined role. Yet they both are still missing something despite that, especially for White Lily. Which I think just furthers the metaphor, the flower being the one desiring harder than the butterfly because it has to fight even harder for any goal.

Also the fact the mutualistic relationship between a butterfly and a flower ends up being both of their downfalls. There connection and relationship to one another causes both of their deaths, in a figurative sense for White Lily and in a very real sense for Elder Faerie. Both of their choices were obviously their own, but those were choices they could not have made without knowing the other. WL needed the knowledge from the Faerie Kingdom and from EF in order to make her choice to go to the Banquet, ending as her turning into Dark Enchantress. EF needed WL and her strength in order to seal the Silver Tree and protect the world, ending up with him dying in order for White Lily to take his power and fulfill his role. They both got what they wanted, at the cost of losing everything, because of each other.

They were doomed from the moment they met. The second White Lily saved Silverbell's life and was taken to the Kingdom. The second Elder Faerie met this stranger from a faraway continent. There was never any hope for them. And yet they managed to give each other the solution to their ultimate desires and goals... I'm going to be sick

[powerful-niya]

— (hαppílч єvєr αftєr.)

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚊! (𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻)

Link to One-shot Below ↴ Wattpad | AO3

Pairing˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Naruhina 

Synopsis˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡On their honeymoon night, newlyweds Naruto and Hinata Uzumaki indulge in a night of passion, love, and deep intimacy at a luxurious love hotel—a place they had always dreamed of visiting together. 

What begins as a night of pleasure quickly turns into something much more—a physical and emotional awakening, a celebration of their love, and the first of many nights as husband and wife. 

Content Tags˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Affectionate Sex • Anniversary Celebration • Body Worship • Bridal Lingerie • Candlelit Romance • Couple Goals •Clit Play • Cunnilingus • Dirty Talk • Domestic Bliss • Erotic Romance • Fantasies & Fantasizing • Fingering • First Night as Newlyweds • Fluff & Smut • Foreplay • Frottage • Honeymoon • Husband Appreciation • Honeymoon•Husband/Wife • Intimacy • Lingerie • Loss of Control • Love Hotel • Love Making • Marathon Sex • Multiple Orgasms • Newlyweds Bliss • Oral Sex • Overstimulation • Panties • Passionate Sex • Pillow Talk • Power Play • Praise Kink • Sensory Overload • Sixe Difference Kink • Soft Dom!Naruto • Strip Tease • Sub!Hinata • Sweet & Spicy • Tooth-Rotting Fluff • Vaginal Sex • Wedding Anniversary Special • Wholesome • Wife Appreciation • Voice Kink • 2025.

✨March 22, 2025✨

Overall Word Count˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚12.7K

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"Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. and Mrs. Uzumaki!"

"Arigatou gozaimasu!"

Those words.

Naruto and Hinata had spoken those words countless times throughout their wedding day—again and again, from morning until night, to smiling faces, to cheering guests, to loved ones beaming with joy. 

They bowed deeply, thanking every well-wisher, every elder, every dear friend who had come to witness the moment they had waited for their entire lives.

And yet—no matter how many times they heard it. Congratulations!

No matter how many times they said it. Thank you!

It never lost its magic.

Never dulled.

Never stopped feeling surreal.

It was like a dream they never wanted to wake up from. Like something too beautiful, too perfect, too vast to fit inside a single day.

They were married.

Finally, undeniably, irrevocably bound to one another.

Tied together by fate, by love, by the very vows they had exchanged beneath the sky.

Today and always. 

Even now, with the wedding behind them and their honeymoon finally in full swing, their hands remained locked together, fingers tightly intertwined—just as they had been hours ago—

Standing beneath the altar.

Exchanging the very wedding bands that now shimmered on their fingers.

The wedding ceremony had been long, yet it unfolded so gracefully, so beautifully, stretching through the day in a haze of indescribable emotions—and neither of them would have had it any other way.

Every moment had been perfect.

From the slow, breathtaking walk to the altar—where, for the first time all day, their eyes truly met, seeing each other not just as Hinata and Naruto, but as bride and groom…

…as two souls about to become one. 

To their wedding vows—spoken in trembling voices, with blushing cheeks and teary eyes, each word drawn not just from the heart, but from the very depths of their souls. 

To the way their hands trembled as they slipped their wedding bands onto each other's fingers, to the thunderous applause and joyful cheers that erupted the moment their lips finally met in their first kiss as husband and wife.

They could still remember it vividly. The way it felt.

Deep.

Warm.

All-consuming.

Where the rest of the world faded into nothing, where time itself seemed to pause, where there was no one else, nothing else—only them.

And then finally—

The reception. 

An evening overflowing with joy and laughter, surrounded by their dearest friends and family. An evening where cups upon cups of sake were poured and savored, where glasses clinked high in the air, voices lifting in heartfelt toasts, and embarrassing stories spilled freely. 

Much to Naruto and Hinata's dismay. 

They ate and ate until their bellies were full, danced until their legs could barely hold them up, and laughed until their tummies ached, tears glistening at the corners of their eyes.—

Until breathlessness became bliss.

Until they were lost in the magic of the night, carried away until the stars shone high above them.

Yes.

Every moment had been exactly as they had imagined.

Exactly as they had wanted. 

A perfect day.

A perfect beginning to their forever.

And now, with nightfall upon them, it was time to unwind. 

To indulge.

To finally enjoy a night that belonged to no one else but them.

A sleek gold key slid smoothly across the counter, the soft scrape of metal against polished wood filling the space between them. It came to a halt just inches from where Naruto and Hinata stood, catching the warm, rose-tinted glow of the lights above.

Their gazes dropped.

There, resting against the polished counter, was their hotel key, and dangling from it, a small, heart-shaped keychain—a detail so charming, so deceptively innocent, it almost felt out of place.

Naruto chuckled, "Heh, cute."

He cast a sideways glance down at his wife, his grin widening at the sight of her flushed cheeks, the way her lavender eyes lingered on the key on the counter—though her expression told a different story. 

Because while the key itself may have seemed sweet and cutesy—

The place it led to?

Not so much.

The engraving on the key glinted under the low, intimate lighting, the delicate letters etched into its surface reflecting back at them—

"Suite 707."

"Your room has been set up exactly as requested," the hotel receptionist chirped, the words flowing effortlessly from her lips—as if she'd recited those words a thousand times before.

She was young, poised, with red lips painted into a welcoming smile and chestnut-brown hair pulled into a high, sleek bun, not a single strand out of place.

Her blouse hugged her curves, emphasizing a rather generous bust, and the way she leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting delicately on the counter, told them everything they needed to know.

She was eager for her job.

Perhaps, a little too eager.

From the moment Naruto and Hinata stepped inside, from the second her gaze landed on their glistening wedding bands, her demeanor had been rather…playful.

Naruto sensed it—the way her eyes lingered, watching them just a little too closely.

Like she had seen hundreds of newlyweds before them.

Some shy.

Some bold.

Some still caught in the daze of saying "I do."

But something about Naruto and Hinata amused her more than the rest. 

Maybe it was the way Naruto's grip on Hinata's hand never wavered, his thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles over her knuckles—gentle, yet possessive.

Or maybe it was the way Hinata's cheeks flushed so easily, her lavender eyes flickering with something soft, unsure—yet undeniably excited.

Maybe it was the eagerness thrumming between them.

The quiet thrill of their first night as husband and wife.

Or maybe, it was simply the fact that they had been waiting for this moment for so long—waiting to come here.

They had talked about this place for years, wondered what it would be like, joked about making the trip one day.

And now, as husband and wife—they were finally here.

The Secret Garden.

A love hotel.

A five-star one, too.

It was a hidden oasis, tucked away in the southernmost reaches of Kyushu, Japan—where the air was constantly warm, the nights stretched long, and the sea breeze carried the kind of temptation that lingered like the burn of good sake.

This was no ordinary hotel.

Wasn't for hurried travelers, tired businessmen, or even families on vacation. 

No. 

This place was built solely for lovers. 

A place where intimacy thrived behind closed doors.

Where secrecy was expected.

Where pleasure was promised.

Where desire was indulged.

A retreat for couples who wanted to disappear, to exist in a world of their own making—if only for a little while.

And just stepping into the reception area promised exactly that.

Soft, ambient lighting glowed from rose-gold chandeliers. The walls were draped in deep red velvet, the fabric rich and indulgent, meeting plush, matching cushions that lined the elegant chairs in the seating area.

Beneath their feet, the marble floor gleamed, smooth and cool—a striking contrast to the warmth that pulsed through the air, creeping into their cheeks, blooming deep within their chests. 

Flowers were everywhere. 

Makes sense, given the love hotel's name.

Many were arranged in elegant vases, others draped along the walls, cascading in lush, flowing garlands. Some were even woven into a breathtaking petal arch, framing the grand entrance to the lobby.

Their fragrance filled almost every corner of the building—so fresh, so sweet, so intoxicating.

And if that wasn't enough—there were other scents, too.

Subtle hints of rosewood and vanilla.

Not overwhelming, but just enough.

Enough to latch onto the senses.

Enough to sink beneath the skin.

Enough to warm the chest and make the eyes feel just a little heavier, a little hazier.

Like…an aphrodisiac.

Here and there, the walls were adorned with intimate artwork—portraits of lovers entwined, their bodies bare, sculpted in soft, artistic depictions of passion.

It was beautiful.

It was sensual.

It was exactly the kind of place Naruto and Hinata had always wanted to visit.

And for the next few weeks—it was all theirs.

"I truly hope you two enjoy your stay." The receptionist’s voice rose once more, her nails drumming lightly against the desk—a soft, rhythmic click, click, click.

"And if you need anything—" She paused, her red lips curling with amusement, "Anything at all—just dial zero."

Hinata's cheeks burned, her blush deepening, turning her as red as a ripe tomato. Heat crawled up her neck, spreading like fire throughout her entire body.

She couldn't shake it.

The jittery excitement.

The nervous, overwhelming anticipation sat buried deep in her chest, its grip tightening, coiling deeper with every thought, every breath, every passing second.

It's finally happened.

She was finally a wife.

Newly married.

Still adorned with the soft flush of her wedding makeup, her midnight-blue hair cascading in elegant waves down her back, crowned by a delicate headband woven with white camellias, baby's breath, and soft pink forget-me-nots—a floral arrangement as gentle and precious, as she was.

Her wedding gown was gone, exchanged for something lighter, more comfortable—a simple white sundress, one that still carried the grace, the beauty, and the full essence of a bride.

Finally, married.

Married to the man of her dreams.

It didn't feel real.

But it was real.

Hinata felt like freaking out.

Like fainting.

Like crying, laughing, or maybe spinning in circles and screaming at the top of her lungs, declaring to the entire world just how unbelievably happy she was. 

But even that—even all of that—wouldn't come close to capturing the depth of what she felt.

Kami.

On second thought… she just might faint.

But just as her world threatened to slip away into darkness, a gentle squeeze to her hand pulled her back, keeping her grounded for the one last second she needed.

"You okay, Hina?"

She blinked, her thoughts still struggling to catch up to reality.

Her gaze snapped up to Naruto's.

Somewhere along the way, he had already finished up with the receptionist, their adorably themed room key now dangling between his fingers.

She nodded, still breathless. 

"Yeah… it's just surreal." She acknowledged in total disbelief, "We talked about this for so long, always saying we'd come here someday, and now…"

"We're finally here," Naruto murmured, finishing the thought for her, "About to treat ourselves."

He leaned in, his warmth sinking deep, lips grazing her ear as his voice dropped—low, rough, just how she liked.

"All night long."

A slow, delicious heat coiled deep in her stomach, spreading lower, settling right between her thighs.

She knew exactly what that meant.

Hinata barely had a second to process before strong hands wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly off her feet.

A startled giggle spilled from her lips.

Her body crashed against Naruto's solid chest, her legs tucked securely in his muscular arms, cradled bridal style.

Hinata barely had time to loop her arms around his neck before he was already on the move, carrying her quickly toward the lobby's elevator.

Behind the desk, the receptionist giggled, watching the newlyweds rush off in their excitement. 

"Have fun, you two~!" She called after them, lifting a hand in a playful wave.

But neither of them noticed.

They were lost in their own little world now.

Hinata laughed, breathless, her face pressing into his shoulder, his warmth seeping through the fabric of his suit. 

"N-Naruto-kun!" She gasped between breathless giggles, trying to contain the fluttering in her chest.

His grin widened, his hold on her tightening just a little more.

"C'mon, Hina," Naruto scoffed playfully, flashing her a toothy, mischievous grin, "You didn't really think I'd let you use those pretty little legs of yours to walk, did ya?" A deep, rumbling chuckle rolled through his chest, the sound vibrating against her, sinking into her skin.

His fingers flexed teasingly against her thighs, bunching up the soft fabric of her white dress beneath his calloused hands.

"Nah, not a chance." He shook his head, his spiky blonde locks bouncing with the motion, "Not on our honeymoon."

He jostled her playfully in his grip, making her squeal, her laughter spilling out even louder, drawing a few curious glances from nearby guests. Hinata's cheeks burned at the sight, mortification creeping up her neck, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't stop giggling.

"Naruto-kun! P-People are looking!" She whispered embarrassingly, burying her face against his neck, her warm breath fanning over his skin.

Naruto only grinned, completely unfazed, not even sparing the onlookers a second glance.

"Let 'em look, hime."

He leaned in a little closer, his lips brushing dangerously close to her ear. 

"All I want you to do," He murmured, his voice low, hot, "is sit back, relax, and let your husband do the honors—"

His smirk deepened, his grip firm and steady as he finally carried her through the open elevator doors.

"Let me take you to our room the right way."

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[pagingdork]

BRITAIN'S GOT MAGIC PIN! HE MADE A MAGIC ITEM ABOUT IT!