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the becoming of stars
Summary: You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.
Fandom: Naruto Pairing: NaruHina AN: Hi and hello!! I’m super excited to show you guys my part of a collaboration I’ve been doing with @artistari-chan! I picked a gorgeous drawing of hers and wrote a fic around it, and she’ll be posting a comic she’s been working on from one of my fics (stay tuned for that!). We’ve both been working since early December on this, so hope you enjoy the fruits of our creations! Thank you @ghostbananas and @harunamotokis for your guys’ help and general everything!  Section titles are from this poem. Happy reading! (Fanfiction.net) (AO3)
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(you are my universe by @artistari-chan)
1. you are not alone
Every day is a game that starts the moment Naruto wakes up to the moment he goes to sleep. It doesn’t have to be of course, but he prefers to think of it that way. It gives him a reason to toss aside his thin comforter, barely enough to keep him warm from the winter chill seeping through the cracking walls of his apartment, get dressed, and leap out the door to face the day.
The door slams shut behind him like jaws snapping closed. He runs from the teeth within and chases the watery light of the sun out into the open streets.
Winter chills the air, blankets the ground in soft, thick snow, and frosts people’s attitudes. People are much more likely to hurry to their destinations, wrap themselves up more tightly, and stay shut inside. The streets are quieter, emptier. There are less people to engage in, less people to try to get a reaction out of.
Sometimes Naruto wonders if it’s better this way, that they ignore him rather than lash out against him. But that’s not how he plays the game and he discards the thought with the ease of long practice.
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Morning Camellia Hinata’s birthday is still relevant. At least it is to me. Happy belated, Hinata!! P.S. the flower Naruto gave her is a Snow Flurry Camellia - with tender love and care, it can thrive during the winter.
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naruhina; afterchats
prompt: pillow talk (D-25) rating: m (no actual smut but sexual themes are used so discretion is advised) a/n: a little short present for @narubabe, I was gonna write a full blown smut (thx to the suggestion you left in the tags on my previous fic ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) for you but I just couldn’t get it edited in time ;__; I hope this will do for now. Happy birthday Nat! Hope you had a good one sweetie! <3
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“Can you feel it yet?”
“Of course not, dear.”
“Oh? I think I felt a kick!”
“That was probably just me moving.”
“Hinata… I don’t wanna scare you but I swear I can see your stomach growing already.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
The deep sound of his chuckle filled the peaceful silence, the heat emanating from their intertwined position cast a warm blanket over their sated bodies. Slowly but surely, the descent from the euphoric high of making love ushered them into a comforting lull where they basked in the afterglow of pleasure.
Naruto lifted his head from her stomach and hoisted back up so he could bump his nose gently against hers, wearing a wide grin. “I’m just preparing myself for when it actually happens.”
Hinata averted her gaze away, a glaze of concern swept across her soft features as Naruto made timid movements to interlace their hands together before littering light kisses all over the back of her hand. “You’re amazing, Naruto-kun.”
A smirk flitted on his lips. “That good, huh?”
She held her giggles under her breath but her eyes turned to look at him with sincere concern. “I meant overall.”
“And why do you say that?” he asked while his lips did not cease covering her hand with tame pecks.
“You always seem so ready for everything. Battles, enemies, this,” she replied, her voice hushed with doubt. “You’re already prepared to take the first steps towards being a father while I’m… I just, I don’t know how well I’ll do as a mother.”
Naruto paused, his mouth brushed against her flushed skin while his eyes took in the scepticism coating her expression. She drew back a little under his attentive stare, tightening her hold against his palm in reassurance.
“Of course, I still want to start a family with you, Naruto-kun! That won’t ever change.”
He brought their hands closer to his chest until his forehead gently joined with hers, trapping her in his arms till she couldn’t look at anything but him. “As usual, you just don’t see it, do you?”
Hinata drew her brows. “Eh?”
“Hinata, you really don’t have anything to worry about. I think you’ve been a mother longer than you’ve known it.”
His hand began to caress her cheek, with little strokes drawing out his affection as her doe eyes continued to look at him inquisitively. “I don’t think mothers are just the people that give birth to you, ya know? There can be others too. Have you never thought of how Hanabi probably sees you not only as her older sister but as a mother figure since you grew up with only the old man?”
Hinata mulled over his question, purposely brushing off Naruto’s casual way of referring to her father. Naruto took that moment to glide his hand across to her long tresses splaying over her bare shoulder and letting a few strands slip in between the crevices of his fingers.
“Kiba and Shino are probably more grateful to you than they let on, I mean who could be patient enough to handle Kiba right? And Kurenai-sensei has told me herself how natural you are with Mirai. That kid adores you almost as much as her own mom.”
He watched as a smile began, slow at first, then grow to illuminate her face under the moonlight’s glow. His nose met the crown of her head where he took in a deep breath and enjoyed the sweet scent of his wife. “Then there’s me, never knowing how warm a mother’s hug could be until you held me with the same amount of love. I don’t think I even remember how lonely I was before you, and I never want to.”
Hinata felt the swell of her heart building up with each word he spoke, leaving her voice utterly numb to express her inner gratitude directly. So she wrapped her arms around him, feeling his tan skin shiver under her pale body, and cuddled herself closer to his chest to hide away the tearful gleam in her eyes.
She sensed his own arms tightening around her petite frame, the timbre of his low voice like velvet as he continued, “You just have to remember that we’re in this together. Not just you, not just me. Us. No matter how scared you feel, I’ll be with you every step of the way, okay?”
Hinata tilted her head upwards and faced him with a loving gaze. “How did I get so lucky?”
A twist of cockiness curved at his lips. “I know right? You really scored with me.”
She giggled, inching closer to land her lips softly over his. He took it a step further, not letting go of their kiss as he turned their position so he ended on top of her, his leg hooking with hers to hold her in place. He continued peppering light pecks all over her face before moving further down, leaving behind a trail of heated kisses that began to grow ardently with passion. 
His hand slipped the covers lower so he could find the smooth curve of her breast, groping it enough to entice a desirable moan from her. His finger found her heat and pressed gently, revelling in the mewling sounds of her unspoken need for him as she looked at him with widened eyes.
“A-Again?”
He bore a roguish smirk, nipping at the edge of her jawline seductively.
“Third time’s the charm.”
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I’m Naruto Uzumaki! What I like is ramen, especially the kind at the Ichiraku Ramen shop. What I dislike is the three minute wait after you pour in the boiling water. My hobbies are eating ramen. And my dream… is to be the next Hokage!
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23. Scars
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Paring: [naruhina]
Rating: T [WARNING: very slight smut content]
Content: “Why don’t you look me in the eyes anymore?” “Some scars remind us of something beautiful.”
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Draw Kiba Inuzuka please? ^.^
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i saw an anon saying something about jounin kiba in my tag so
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dat plot
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Lovey Dovey
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Look at Boruto and Himawari’s faces
Boruto’s smile is kinda like this:
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 Himawari’s smile is kinda like dad’s:
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 Nice!
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NaruHina Month Day 21: Fashion
Decided to sketch Naruto and Hinata garbed in an elegant South Asian attire, with Hinata showing off her pregnant belly because her husband finds her beautiful no matter how her body changes. Extra sketch showing a little Indian post-marital flirting between the newlyweds in bed, commonly seen in Indian movies.
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#whY IS THIS SO GUD
naruhina; the manual
prompt: flirting (D-12) rating: K+ a/n: a different writing style I wanted to try, hope it’s not too awkward. also heavily inspired by this song. enjoy!
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How to flirt; a guideline by Uzumaki Naruto for Uzumaki Naruto
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The first rule is to always embrace her. Nothing speaks more volume than actions spurred by the ardour of emotions. So, softly, with the right mood, warmly and tightly, hug her. Hug her though her bashful shell may cover the shivers coursing through her body at your simple touch. Hug her with a grip strengthened by paranoia nagging in the depths of your mind that she’d slip into the arms of another while you were left to helplessly watch. Hug her till your arms could feel the gentle rising of her chest with each living breath she took to remind you she’s in your arms and she’s alive. Just hug her. Use it once a day, every day.
In the early hours of a morning that beckons the bright rays of the sun, when your soft eyes turned to meet hers the second they’d flutter awake, smile. Start her day with that signature grin of yours, the same one you leave her nights with as ammunition for her dreams (Although you won’t need to even try, it naturally comes the moment you wake up to the sight of her anyway). Prick your ears so you could hear that airy whisper of good morning flow from her lips. Repeat her words and add ‘beautiful’ at the end; not to sweeten a phrase already ripe with care, but because you thrilled upon the sight of her flushed features every time.
On the rare occasions you were the one to step out of bed first, open the windows and listen to the serene melody of nature play as your soundtrack whilst you headed to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients she’d need for breakfast. When she emerges from the bedroom, long dark tresses pulled into what supposedly resembled a bun with her fingers rubbing her eyes nonchalantly, say nothing and just lean in for a gentle kiss. Look into those opalescent eyes tenderly and greet her normally. There may be the harsh sounds of disgruntled sighs and heavy huffs of irritation at the sight of your overtly affectionate gesture coming from your children (especially that son of yours) but choose to ignore it all. They’ll understand when they’re older.
Live up to your trademark of being unexpected. Just like your battle techniques, be as spontaneous as you can. Sometimes when you feel adventurous and your advisor is feeling particularly kind to turn a blind eye, leave with her without a plan. Let her breathe in a different sky, a different landscape, a different wind. Watch her unravel into a blissful state, her eyes shut with the gist of the breeze tangling with her midnight hair till it danced a graceful flow. Listen to her gleeful comments on how breathless she is at the charming sight before her and feel your voice go mute. For your attention outright dismissed the beauty of your surroundings to focus on the one right there in front of you.
Surprises are not always grand. Unexpected acts can come in the smallest gestures. When her mind is elsewhere, call out her name and catch her in a kiss when she turns. Open your eyes so you don’t miss how her pale irises glisten from the sudden intimacy before they shut away and you could feel the twirl of a smile dancing on her lips. Wrap your hands around her waist so you don’t miss how she starts to melt into your arms and leans in closer till there is not an inch left to separate you. Watch how easily the charm of spontaneity reaps you the rewards of soft lips which usually shy away now brazenly seeks out the warm touch of yours. Just like the day you fell for her without reason, no kisses you share with her should. 
When walking with her home after date night, stomachs full of warmth not only from Ichiraku’s but also from the dainty fingers tangled with your calloused ones, make sure to take your time. Keep your impatience at bay and don’t rush time for it fleets faster than you would expect. Let the fluorescent glow of the moon accompany your journey. Slow footsteps. Calm heartbeat. Smooth breathing. That is when you stop halfway and turn to her. With a low voice, confess to her. There’s no rule or law which states confessing can only happen once. Say it as many times as you want. Say it as clumsily as you let it slip the first time. Say it till it turns into a song you could sing for the rest of your life. Say it until the day you fail to have the breath to do so. Take a moment to appreciate the beauty of her smile that lights up her face every time she heard those words coming from you. Watch her fumble for a response other than having tears well up at her eyes. Then say it again.
On those days your body succumbs to the burdens of the village carried heavily by your trembling shoulders, join her in the living room where she’ll be there, sitting patiently as the clock chimes midnight. Wait for her to place her knitting supplies away before she opens her arms wide enough for you to slither into her embrace and nuzzle into her warmth. Lay your head on the comfort of her chest and indulge in the sweet tune of her calming heartbeat. As she begins to tenderly stroke your golden tresses, softly, with a gentle tone and a relaxed voice, tell her what’s been bothering you. Unleash every single complaint or concern your troubled mind held for you know she will have the right words prepared to easily cleanse all that stress away. Perks of having a wife with a lineage excelling in the art of seeing beyond, you’d get one heck of a massage too. 
In the late hours of a night that soothes with the serene cast of the moon’s shine, when you’re cuddled up under the covers with your eyes drooping, turn to her. Watch her mirror you, barely being able to keep herself awake any longer yet she mumbles her denials in being sleepy. Use that as your cue. With a clear voice, quietly and softly say to her, ‘Thank you so much’. Thank her for choosing you to share a bed, a home, a family, a life with. Utter those simple words of gratitude which are tinged with truest sincerities coming straight from your heart so you could see her drift away into slumber with a smile on her face and light tears glazing the edges of her lashes. Do it once a day, every day.
Rinse and repeat to add another day of being blessed to be wed with such a perfect woman. That beautiful girl, don’t lose her.
You may not be an expert at romantic flirting, not understand the concept of sweet promises uttered with false precedence, not have the dos and donts on how to woo a woman at the palm of your hand.
But this manual, written sincerely from your heart, has given you 10 years of marriage, two amazing children, a home filled with endless love and a soulmate. That’s more than enough.
Believe it.
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Naruhina month Clothes swap day 19 by Fran48
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NaruHina month 2016: Day 19: Clothes Swap 
When NaruHina swap clothes and die because they are so in love.
doujinshi made by me °3°
Hope you like it!
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sunshine family
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