#icebloodedprince

(This is the most Sasuke-like thing I’ve seen in a long while. Obviously, he had to send one.)

WIFE/HUSBAND APPLICATION:

Name: Sasuke Age: 24 How well do we know each other?: Well.  Do you have a pet name for me?: No. Do I have a pet name for you?: Not that I know of. Are you attracted to me?: Yes. Why do you want to marry me?: Because I want to spend our lives together. Big wedding or Small wedding?: That’s for after you’ve answered. Do you see children in our future?: Yes.

He ponders if there’s anything else he should add but, as he rereads his answers, he finds them sufficient despite their curtness. He folds the paper and puts it in an envelope that he then places on the kitchen table. Sakura will find it there after she returns from work.

The paper shook in her hands. Well, her hands shook, eyes taking in the words again and again, still in disbelief at what she was reading. It was short, it was curt, it painted the answers so clearly, Sakura could almost hear his voice speak them over a meal as if he were asking about her day.

But they held more meaning than that.

It was more than they’d ever spoke of. No, that wasn’t quite right. Always, each time they spoke of their relationship, there was always a sense of permanence in the words. Reassurances from her that she would never taste regret from being with him, knowledge that whatever they faced, they would get through. Together. It was only natural that marriage should fall into that. But the words had never been spoken and Sakura-- She didn’t know what she had been thinking, not realizing this sooner.

She still stank of the hospital, that sterile scent following her as she found him on the sofa. Her hair was a mess from her hands wrenching through it all day, her eyes probably bloodshot from pouring over so many reports, her chakra low after the emergency that came through during the last stretch of her shift. None of it mattered as she slid into his lap. A kiss first, long and slow as one hand delved into the thick of his hair, the other still holding onto that precious slip of paper.

“Yes.” She felt a laugh bubble up, but it came out as another kiss. It was surprisingly hard to stop kissing him. “I don’t care. Big or small, I don’t care as long as it’s you. Yes. Yes.”

Itachi and Sasuke run from Konoha together. @icebloodedprince

(I like this question because it’s interesting!

In canon, I believe the majority of the Naruto cast have a heavy emphasis on religion and spirituality, and I always imaged the Hyuuga as being ancestor worshippers mostly. Think something along the lines of Elder Scrolls’ Dunmer or Mass Effect’s Quarians.

My Hina, however, never really grew up around religion or spirituality. Her grandfather believed in Shintoism but wasn’t much of a practitioner when they immigrated to the U.S. and Hinata’s mother was a non-practicing Christian, but Hiashi himself appears very apathetic to the concepts of spirituality.

This has of course leaked over to his daughters. Hinata herself is functionally an atheist unless pressured to think, to which she might concede at the possibility of a god. This affects her view of the afterlife because she’s never have it much stock.

Not like the Buddhist nirvana, a state of peaceful non-existence, Hinata believes you just die. That’s all. Given her consistently upbeat demeanor, it’s a bit jarring for her to have such a fatalist point of view.

But it is what it is. She’s under the impression when you die, you just cease.

The thought, yes, scares her; especially if you venture into her journal entries and see all that’s happening to her. But what scares her most is what would cause the death.

Not existing is scary on an existential level, but to Hinata, how when gets to that point scares her. She watched her mother wither away from cancer at her own young age, watching the toll it took on everyone around her- especially Chika herself.

But, to know at any moment, a metahuman could lose their cool, a country with a trigger happy finger could push the button, that whomever has been breaking into her apartment (repeatedly) could just end it:

That. That scares her. The fear of being without a say in how she fades out. That is what terrifies Hinata about death.

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates?

Not really, at least not for himself. Given all the people he’s ever shown interest in usually end up dead.

Seated on the floor outside the Hokage’s office, the young shinobi mutters darkly to himself. 

According to the shinobi who caught him, his father wanted to exchange a few words with him. That in Boruto’s mind translated getting scolded for his prank. Despite understanding his father a little better, he stills has his days where he reverts to old his days. 

“Stupid old--” he stops when the door opens. Seeing a dark beside him, he glances up.

He swallows. Uh oh.