#what he left behind

[lavender-long-stories]

Spoilers for What He Left Behind | Rated T

“What if she looks just like him?” Hinata whimpered. “What if I can’t just look at her and not see him?”

Sasuke sighed. “Hinata, even if she looks cut out of his ass. I don’t think for a second you are going to be able to bring yourself to hold it against her.” Hinata didn’t look so sure. “We could always just dye her hair.” He got a smile.

“I’m not dying her hair.” Hinata squeaked, her smile growing.

“Why not? If it’s blond, it will be easy.” Sasuke shrugged. “Dye it rainbow. The kid will love it.”

“Sasuke.” Hinata squeaked.

“If you’re not willing to do it, then it doesn’t bother you that bad,” Sasuke concluded.

What He Left Behind Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T Tags: Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Friends to Lovers | Fluff and Angst | Happy Ending

When Sasuke is confronted with an abandoned pregnant Hinata, he does the only thing he can think to do, he takes her in. Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers.

[0rent]

What He Left Behind Head Canon

What He Left Behind is a Story by @lavender-long-stories, Its a Fantastic Story and I thought of This Head Canon for it.

https://www.fanfiction.net/~lavenderlongstories

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DISCLAIMER: If you have not read What He Left Behind don't go past this Disclaimer.

On the night of Naruto's Accident

"Hey Mom and Dad its been a while" Naruto said kneeling Infront of their Grave.

"I've been busy lately I have been travelling, Visiting people"

"You probably wonder why?"

"I'm joining you soon I have this illness and I feel that my time here on earth is almost over" He said quietly sobbing.

"I had to do something awful and you might not forgive me for it, I left Hinata behind without telling her anything, She's pregnant with my child, I- I wish I could be there for them but I can't"

"I know Sasuke will make her happy" He said smiling fondly thinking about them.

"Its time now Mom and Dad I love you, See you soon"

Naruto started walking back to his car wishing things could be different.

As he started driving he thought back to all the people he visited, first Old Man Hiruzen the man who had cared for him when his parents died, He remembers when he visited him and how Hiruzen knew straight away what was going on and he allowed himself to cry about it for the first time.

Then he visited some old friends from school Sai, Kiba and a Guy what was his name ah yes Shino.

Then He came back to see how Hinata and Sasuke we're doing and when Sasuke did what he did he knew Hinata was safe.

and Lastly he visited Lee, Neji and Sakura.

With Sakura he stayed the longest she was his childhood crush after all, He didn't want to remember how distraught she was when he told her what was going on but he couldn't forget.

As Naruto delved deeper into his memories he didn't notice himself drive off the road and in one second everything went dark.

No more pain, No more Worries Just Peace.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ghouls night out

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[juniemunie]

[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]

Hitting a lil' too close to home?

[the-woman-upstairs]

Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.

Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!

AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).

Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.

All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.

[sharliexth]

to me it is so, so important that the Pale King loves. That the Pale King loved. That we don’t forget that it wasn’t just the Hollow Knight that turned to look to him, but the Pale King who turned to look to the Hollow Knight. His one surviving child.

it is so important to me that he has canonical powers of foresight. Meaning the Hollow Knight’s downfall was at best inevitable and at worst the result of constant denial. Or perhaps, his powers weren’t all that far in the future at all, which begs the question: how late was it until he realized all his efforts were futile?

A universe where the Pale King did not care for his children I find dull. Uninteresting. The story becomes a heartless king who does heartless things. Bland. Expected. I find it so much more compelling to imagine that the Pale King did care. After all, how much could it really mean that there’s “no cost too great” if what he committed cost nothing to him?

I think the guilt of his sealed children ate away at him, much as he tried to keep his mind off of them.

I think he loved the Hollow Knight, much as he tried to make his heart hollow and likewise theirs.

I think as much as he tried, when even the Hollow Knight failed, he fled. The guilt of his children, of the Hollow Knight, of failing his subjects was too great.

The Pale King is noble, wise, selfless. The Pale King is prideful, in denial, cowardly. He is many things but he definitely loved. At least I choose to believe so

[spooksier]

losermother and failson <3

[renonv]

Ludwig and his bum ass boyfriends ❤️

[scumvillainess]

time travel au where a post-pidw shen qingqiu somehow travels back in time (either through death, the magic that still remains in yqy’s sword, etc.) to when he was the head disciple of qing jing peak.

of course, being able to travel back in time doesn’t come without a heavy price and in this case, shen qingqiu ends up having to give up the ability to feel emotions as an equivalent exchange to being brought back to the past.

shen qingqiu of course thinks this is the greatest gift that he’s ever been given and quickly moves on with his life. everyone else (read: yue qingyuan, liu qingge, etc.) on the other hand, is appropriately freaked out by this new version of shen qingqiu who just doesn’t seem to care anymore about anything or anyone.

[bluerosefox]

Masks and Moonlit Night

-Crashes through DPxDC window and sticks a new AU sticky note down on everyones foreheads-

ANGER MANAGEMENT MASQUERADE BALL AU!

Jazz is forced by her parents to go to all Masquerade ball at Vlad's, whose using Jazz as both a way to keep Danny in line (as well as Jazz, basically Danny can't fight back or he'll hurt Jazz and Jazz can't fight back because he'll also hurt Danny who he has locked up at the moment) and to 'impress' the elites (As much as Vlad wants to use Danny for the party he knows the boy would do something to embarrass him in front of them, he at least knows Jazz will keep her manners in check) with how intelligent his goddaughter is.

During the ball, Jazz (in a stunning dress and mask, think like manhwa worthy outfit tbh if you want) meets Jason (who lost the Bats/Birds most recent 'Not it' game and was made to go with Tim to Vlad's party) and both hit it off when they meet in the garden, under moonlight, both wanting some fresh air.

Jazz wants to enjoy her time with Jason but worries about Danny and thus tries to leave and figure a way to help him without tipping Vlad off she was trying to save her brother. However she notices she's being watched by some ghosts Vlad employed and no doubt would report her should she even try. So she kinda uses Jason as way to keep them being unaware of her planning... or at least that was the case until she noticed another Team Phantom member sneaking into Vlad's place and knows its only a matter of time before her brother is freed.

Within the hour she gets a text from Danny who tells her, he's out and gonna fight Vlad for locking him up, that Dani is with him too so it'll be double beat down and that he'll come get her soon.

She is pulled away from the text when Jason asks what books she likes to read and now with the weight of her brother needing to be safe, or as safe as he could be, is lifted off her shoulder she answers.

Its magical, its wonderful, and for a moment Jazz is able to actually enjoy this party, ignoring the pained hits Vlad was no doubt receiving from what she can hear with her liminal enchanced hearing, because talking to Jason, or J as he introduced himself as, was very fun and wonderful and wow he was very handsome even with his mask and-

Jazz is startled out of her wondering thoughts when she could hear someone in the party scream, no doubt Danny, Dani, and Vlad's fight probably bleed into the main hall and she could see people starting to run out.

Jazz sits on the bench as Jason goes running in, no doubt curious as to what is happening and going to get his 'brother' Tim who he came to the party with out. Jazz takes off her mask and sits it down the bench and waits before Dani appears and says they should get going, Danny is keeping an angry Vlad busy and that she can take Jazz home.

By the time Jason comes back, with a researching on his phone Tim, all he finds of the charming woman he met at the dumb ball he got dragged to was her mask on the bench.

[pinksilvace]

ROTATING HIM IN MY HEAD AT AN ACCELERATING VELOCITY

[lavender-long-stories]

Spoilers for What He Left Behind | Chapter 1 | Rated T

“So you married her, knocked her up, and decided this isn’t what you wanted?” Sasuke asked in disbelief, staring at Naruto, who sat at his table looking like he was talking about the weather.

“Yeah,” Naruto shrugged, sipping his beer.

“You’re an asshole,” Sasuke told him flatly. After a few more moments of thought, he added. “Get out.”

“What?” Naruto asked, surprised.

“You aren’t staying here,” Sasuke growled. “I am not your rebound.”

“Just for a day or two until I leave?” Naruto bargained.

“No.” Sasuke snapped. “You want adventure, then fuck off and find it. I’m not being an accomplice to you abandoning your WIFE and KID like some whore you took in for the sex.”

Naruto looked down at his beer with a pout, silently getting up, leaving it on the table, and picking up his coat.

Sasuke rubbed his face and sighed as the door closed. 

What the hell was he thinking? Naruto had done nothing but talk about how great she was from the day they started dating, but now that he realized he was going to be a father, the ONE thing he always wanted when they were kids, he got cold feet. 

Sasuke looked at his beer and sighed. He needed better friends.

--**--

Sasuke looked around the half-emptied apartment from the door, and his eyes rested on the puffy, tear-streaked face of the single inhabitant. 

“Shit, I can’t believe he did it so soon.” He shouldn’t have said that. Sasuke cringed, expecting her to blow up on him for knowing and not warning her, but she didn’t. She just looked at him, completely numb, lifeless, like she cried all she could, and nothing could make her feel worse at rock bottom.

“I’ll have to… call some friends,” Hinata whispered to herself. Her voice was strained, like it was hard to make the thought. She was so shut down that holding herself up was laborious. Sasuke was sure that she probably could afford the apartment on her own now, but maybe not with the added expense of a kid.

Sasuke rubbed his head in panic and frustration. What the hell was he doing even being here? He came to talk Naruto out of leaving. Now, what did he do? 

Hinata didn’t tell him to leave, didn’t stop him from entering, just offered a quiet. ‘He isn’t here.’ She waited for him to say something or leave her to her misery. Sasuke could feel the loss coming off her like waves. 

“...Stay here for a few more days, pack up your stuff...and… dammit, you can stay with me for a while.” Sasuke huffed.

Some color came to her face as she managed to look surprised. 

Sasuke hated Naruto so much right now. This family was all he ever talked about, and to just toss it like this made him sick. He didn’t know this woman well, but after all the shit Naruto said about her being his dream just to drop her. Sasuke couldn’t, even with his terrible conscience, leave her like this. 

Hinata didn’t argue with him, but he honestly didn’t think she had the energy. Sasuke rubbed his face. How was he going to do this? There was an extra room in his apartment. He was using the space for storage, and the odd time Naruto crashed. She could be moved in there. It wasn’t that much farther from her job. It would work. 

This could work.

Why he was taking responsibility for this? It wasn’t his kid. He hadn’t walked out. But that’s what he did, right? Clean up Naruto’s messes, though he’d be damned if he did that again. This was the last one. If it weren’t for the fact Naruto ruined her life with one decision, Sasuke wouldn’t even have done this much, but damn it, the life was sucked out of her.

Hinata pressed her lips together, leaning against the table in the hall by the door, and looked back at the beautiful home she created for her marriage. “I don’t want any of it.” She whispered, her lip quivering.

“Then… grab what you do want. And we can have the rest sold. You won’t even have to look at it.” Sasuke problem solved. He looked over the house and felt a pit of disgust. She laid her hand on her stomach, and her face got more grave. Maybe she needed more help.

Sasuke swallowed his own discomfort. “You know what. Let’s do that now.” He stepped past her, and she did as he hoped, following him as he headed to the bedroom. “Where do you keep your suitcase?”

Hinata weakly pointed to the top of the closet, where it was clear that the other suitcase was missing and the closet was half empty. The sickening abandonment irradiated with the lack of care Naruto took to rip his things out. 

Sasuke grabbed it, laying it open on the bed. He pulled out as many clothes as he could off the bar to lay by the suitcase. “Anything you want to take out?” It wasn’t all going to fit, but they could also make a second trip with some boxes.

Hinata pressed her lips together, looking down like she was seeing something clearly for the first time since he had come in. She picked up the first dress and dropped it to the floor-sweeping it away with her foot with all the strength she could muster, which honestly wasn’t much, but the intention was there. He frowned at the fabric as she started pulling clothing off their hangers and neatly folding them. Others joined the dress on the floor, but the first one stuck out. 

Sasuke remembered that dress, red. It looked horrible on her pale skin. Hinata wore it to their anniversary dinner. She was all smiles until, oh.

Hinata finished the set, and he got her another bundle. When done with the closet, she got enough momentum. She pulled open drawers and did the same on her own. Another thing to join the dress on the floor was lingerie. He scrunched his face. He could understand that. He didn’t like Naruto’s tastes either, and honestly, they looked uncomfortable. The last thing she would want to remember was those.

With the suitcases looking full, he dug in the closet for a box or another bag. Hinata was ahead of him. She pulled a duffle out from under the bed and dumped the contents out onto the floor. It looked like some of Naruto’s things. She stepped over the pile and filled the bag with anything else she wanted, her face set to a hardened yet somehow still gentle scowl as she weakly but intentionally shoved her things into her bag. She moved past him. He stepped out of her way quickly as she dug into the closet. She pushed a box out of the way and exploded as the top came off, and stacks of pictures fell to the floor. She didn’t even give it a look as she pulled what she wanted out. 

Pictures of them all through high school cluttered the floor. Some fell face down with notes and dates. ‘When I fell in love with your smile.’ That camera she kept with her all through school, and these weren’t Naruto’s sloppy scripts.

The story just painted itself with more details that made him hollow. Hinata lost everything she had ever wanted.

Hinata stepped out of the room, came back with an arm full of things from other rooms, and then struggled to zip the duffle bag. Her hand slipped she let out a frustrated squeak. 

“I’ve got it.” Sasuke moved to zip it for her and picked it up, and she gazed up at him, broken tears starting to fall again. “You think you’re ready?”

She gave a solemn shake of her head, but what choice did she have?

--**--

Hinata slept on the couch the first night. She didn’t even change out of her clothes. She curled up while he made some arrangements, and he threw a blanket over her when he discovered her passed out. She must have been tired. It was weird, but he knew the autopilot feeling after his parents died. He was numb for weeks. Everything felt like a chore to do, and he was only a kid. She was an adult, who just found out she was pregnant, and she was mourning her loss. He wasn’t sure if she had been angry yet, but if not, what she had displayed in her apartment was likely a drop in the barrel. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see it when it split. But he would. He had made this decision.

He emptied the drawers out of an extra dresser and pushed it into the spare room. He threw what was scattered into boxes and put them all in the corner. He would go through it later. He meant to get rid of some of it anyway. He had a spare futon in his closet, ironically when Naruto got too drunk to head home independently. He tossed a clean pillow and blanket on it and headed back to the living room. Hinata slept through the whole commotion. 

Sasuke wiped the sweat from his forehead and set his hands on his hips, debating moving her to the futon, but he decided not to disturb her rest. He pulled his shirt off on the way to the shower.

--**--

Breakfast was quiet, and the air was tense. Sasuke pointed her to the bathroom, showed her how to turn on his shower, where he kept his towels, and that all was all the more he said to her. He didn’t keep much food, so he waited for her to be done with her shower and dressed and took her down to the coffee shop he usually hit on weekend mornings.

The first thing she said all morning other than thank you was. “This is the worst pastry.” She mumbled as she continued eating it in little picked-off chunks. 

Sasuke snorted. “Yeah, the coffee isn’t that good either.” 

Hinata looked out the window at the street. “Why do you come here?”

“As bad as the coffee is, it’s close, and I can’t make it myself.” He admitted with a sigh.

“I can,” Hinata whispered, eating the last crumbs of her pastry. “I can do that.” She whispered again. It was an offer. She was offering a service for her stay.

Sasuke licked his lips and thumbed the rim of his cup. “If you want.”

They were strangers. They knew of each other, but other than the passing comment or question, the only thing they had in common abandoned them both. Now that he wasn’t here, the air was empty, and he could feel the void between them.

--**--

Hinata put all of her things away in the drawers of the dresser he put in her room. He found another place for his old guitar and random junk. He dug through it. Some of it went to the trash, and some of it got shoved in the closet in his room. Against her best wishes, she decided to go back to the apartment to pack some more things, mostly her kitchen supplies, and though most of them were wedding gifts which left a sour taste in her mouth, she couldn’t cook with just chopsticks and one pan. Did Sasuke only eat out? She took one final look and snapped some pictures with her phone before sending a text to Naruto. He could have the rest. His name was on the lease. It wasn’t her problem.

Hinata went to work against Sasuke’s recommendation to call in a sick day. She regretted it. It was clear to everyone there was something wrong, and no one wanted her to have peace. The next day was just the same, if not worse, and by the third day, she called in sick for the rest of the week. 

She bought groceries for his home. How did he still eat only take-out and quick-cooked rice? The thought brought pain to her heart. When she started living with Naruto, he lived on ramen cups and didn’t understand her need for fruit.

When she made her list, Sasuke told her what he did and didn’t like it. She cooked, he would mumble a compliment, and she would wash the dishes and look through her phone before she went to bed.

It was like merely surviving for either of them, but it would do for now.

What He Left Behind

Pairing: Sasuke x Hinata Rating: T

Description: When Sasuke is confronted with an abandoned pregnant Hinata, he does the only thing he can think to do, he takes her in. Strangers to friends. Friends to lovers.

Tags: Pregnancy  |  Romance  |  Domestic Fluff  |  Happy Ending  |  Fluff and Angst  |  Hurt/Comfort

[cherrywhite]

Silt Verses protagonists // Returning Home

[rheya28]

See you tomorrow

[yomi-art]

hello chat i need to stretch my wrist

[parisoonic]

whisper whisper whisper