#omoi drabbles

[swallowtailcherry]

Just a short fluff drabble featuring our favourite King of the Underworld, Hades!

No warnings, just pure fluff!

Bella Notte is the reason why I wrote this 😂

The king of the Underworld smiled fondly as he laid in his bed, holding you gently in his strong arms. You were slowly falling asleep on his chest, your chest moving up and down. He let out a few chuckles as he feels your cheek brush against his toned chest. Hades always adored his beautiful wife.

Hades moved his hand, gently caressing your cheek while taking the time to admire your face, his eyes moving to your lips. He loves how soft and sweet they are.

"Mmmm... Love..." You mumbled quietly, moving yourself up a bit, wrapping your arms around him. Hades sighed, running his fingers down your back.

"Kirei na kirei na yoru

ko yoi wa Bella Notte

kirameku hoshi no iro mo

yasashiki Bella Notte~"

You moved your head to look at your husband in surprise. Hades had never sang before, and oh boy, was he good at it.

"Aisuru futari ga

kata wo yosere ba

tokimeku omoi ga

yozora ni no boru~"

Your heart skipped a beat from the very sound of his voice. His singing is deep, but it was very smooth.

"Shizuka na yume no yō ni

hoshi furu Bella Notte~"

You didn't say a word during his singing. You laid your head on his shoulder, sighing in satisfaction as Hades continued to sing.

"Aisuru futari ga

kata wo yosere ba

tokimeku omoi ga

yozora ni no boru~"

You felt yourself falling asleep just from his voice alone. You wanted to stay up to hear more, but his voice just had to be very pleasant.

"Shizuka na yume no yō ni

hoshi furu Bella Notte~"

By the time Hades was finished, you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Hades leaned in to kiss you on the forehead, resting his head next to yours.

"Goodnight, My beloved~"

#record of ragnarok drabble #record of ragnarok x reader #hades x reader #record of ragnarok fluff #wow it's been a while since i wrote anything 😭 #bella notte is stuck in my head

[vixan-ix]

> Drabbles <

Updates Everytime i post a new one <3

Shikamaru + Ice(Nsfw) ❀

Shikamaru + gentle love making(Nsfw) ❀

Kakashi + Failed Mission(Nsfw) ❀

Shikaku + Overstimulation(Nsfw) ❀

Naruto + Cuddles(Sfw) ❀

Omoi + menstruation(Sfw) ❀

Obito + Jealousy(Nsfw) ❀

Itachi + Rough Sex(Nsfw) ❀

Neji + Switch(Nsfw) ❀

#Naruto Drabbles #Shikamaru Drabbles #Kakashi Drabbles #Shikaku Drabbles #Omoi Drabbles #Shikamaru smut #Kakashi Smut #Shikaku Smut #Naruto Smut #Omoi Smut #Shikamaru Fluff #Kakashi Fluff #Shikaku Fluff #Naruto Fluff #Omoi Fluff #Obito smut #obito fluff #itachi smut #itachi fluff #neji smut #neji fluff

[little-ki]

50 Day Challenge: Omoi

Prompt 3: Tell this story: "And it was that exact moment that the power came back on…"

Song Inspiration: BTS - Blanket Kick

“HEY! Get back here and open this door!” Omoi was banging the closet door that locked behind them, but with the music and noise from the celebration, no one could hear him. Though it didn’t hurt to hope.

“I don’t think anyone can hear us.” Omoi went rigid as he realized who was stuck with him. He couldn’t see through the darkness, but his right hand was wrapped around the shoulder of a very petite body that could only belong to one person. Tsubaki Hikari. His face burned at their proximity before registering her words. She sounded disappointed that no one would let come to their rescue. Well, she probably didn’t want to be stuck in this closet with him. They were so close he could feel her heartbeat getting faster. Wait, what if she lodged a sexual harassment complaint to her kage, leading their villages to breaking their alliance, and causing the fifth shinobi war?! They had just allied to end the fourth!

He tried to subtly lean back to give her some space, only to smack his head against a shelf. “Ouch!” Rubbing the back of his head with his left hand, he felt his eyes start to tear from the pain. A small glowing hand pressed again his chest and the pain slowly ebbed away.

“Are you alright, Omoi-san? That sounded like a hard hit.” The green glow was just enough to illuminate their faces and Omoi was caught in the soft look in her eyes. She broke his gaze as she started feeling her way along the wall, “Don’t worry. I think I saw the light switch while I was soothing your pain.”

Omoi wasn’t sure he heard her properly. Why did they need to turn on the light again? Wait. She is probably planning to retaliate against him for getting them into this situation. Did she know that Darui, Shi, and Karui locked them inside to get him to talk to her? Did she already know that he’s had a crush on her since their joint mission? Did she overhear them making fun of him for not saying a word around him despite being known as a chatterbox?! Was she disgusted by his unprofessional attitude despite being one of Kumo’s elite?! Will she refuse to work with Kumo shinobi, leading to rumors about the unprofessionalism of Kumo shinobi which will cause their village to suffer from a drop in missions?!

He started to hyperventilate when something soft touched the side of his mouth, almost like… a kiss?

And it was that exact moment that the power came back on, with Hikari standing in front of him with her usual mask covering the lower part of her face. It-It couldn’t have been her? Right? She was wearing a mask and the kiss felt soft, too soft to be the thick fabric. His left hand slowly touched the spot and for once, he wasn’t thinking about anything but the warm sensation.

The door opened and he could hear Hikari’s younger brothers outside. He hadn’t even realized that he was the only one in the closet until Darui wrapped his arm around his shoulder and guided him outside. What just happened?

Bonus Scene (Hikari’s POV):

Hikari was going to kill Sai and Shin.  

She felt their charkra the moment they used a seal to lock the closet door and knew they were working with Kumo to get her alone with Omoi. It had been a slip of her tongue when she admitted that the lollipop-loving shinobi was cute. She had wanted to get to know him better but was discouraged that he never said a word around her. He was very talkative with others so she wasn’t sure what to make of his silence.

Being stuck in the closet with Omoi had shown her a different side of him. He kept one of his arms wrapped around her shoulder and the other against the shelf behind her, preventing her from bumping into anything. For once she was being the one protected and it felt, nice. She could still feel the warm from where he held her. Even though he was much taller than her, he never complained about the tight space and even tried to move back to give her more room.

She didn’t have to heal him when he bumped his head. They were shinobi. But she saw the opportunity to get closer to him and she took it. Even now she got shivers from the intensity in his eyes. She couldn’t help but find an excuse to shy away from his gaze. There was something else there, and for a moment she felt brave, pressing a short kiss where she could reach before she turned on the lights. The dazed and confused expression on his face was so adorable, she wished she had a camera to capture it.

It would’ve been easy to break out of the closet, knowing that her brothers were using the seals she taught them, but she wanted to see what would happen. Then Shin opened the door not long after Omoi’s charkra spiked.

She wasn’t too upset with the way things had panned out, but that didn’t mean that the conspirators would get away with butting in. At least now she knew Omoi didn’t hate her. Smiling to herself as she followed her terrified younger brothers, Hikari wondered if things between them would finally change.

#Day 3!!! #this one was tough cause stopped watching shippuden after sasori died :'( #actually these have all been tough #in a good way #its kind of nice having to research and push myself out of my comfort zone #I feel each one is vastly different though #hopefully my portrayal of Omoi is ok #I feel I could have done the expounding small issues into life threatening disasters better #I will do better next time #omoi #naruto #naruto fics #naruto drabbles #50 day challenge #moodboard #also I really have been taking a liking to moodboards for my fics :)

[my-abibliophobia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Uchiha Shisui/Omoi Characters: Omoi (Naruto), Nii Yugito, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, kind of, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Consensual Kissing, just once and with both parties under duress, First Kiss, Angst, Psychological Torture, not between Shisui and Omoi, Akatsuki Shisui, Spy Shisui Series: Part 98 of Tumblr Drabbles Summary:

Yugito is sprawled out in the cell across from him, unconscious, unmoving. For the first time in as long as he can remember, Omoi thinks thank everything she’s alive, instead of what if this gets worse. It’s not much of a relief, but it’s something. Omoi is willing to take just about anything at this point.

#naruto #fans #writing #ao3

[effeminateboyninja]

Im gonna write soft omoi headcannons and Drabbles

ohhh I can’t wait!! 🥺 I need more fluffy content for my boy

#🐝 anon #r u back from the dead

[thoughtiwasalive]

stars and flowers ( drabble for dcspite )

   It was like one of his nightmares. That’s what it had to be, anyway. A dream.

   The walls lined and streaked with blue blood. He knew whose it was. He knew.

   His hands shake. His throat closes. His body tightens and feels weaker, more desperate for it. KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARA, KARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARAKARA

   It didn’t take long to find her. She’s sat on the ground, legs splayed out beneath her, eyes closed, body unmoving. In his dreams, she’s always screaming, always mirrored in pain like he is, shaking and shuddering, but she’s still, here. For the first time in their lives, she’s not breathing, not singing, not moving.

   She’s not alive.

   Like a statue of white, streaked blue.

   “Kara Kara Kara Kara Kara Kara Kara Kara Kara,” he breathes, as he falls by her side.

   She doesn’t respond for too long. Too long! He’s calculating and counting each millisecond, looking for something on her that says she’s alive -- she’s not breathing, she’s not breathing, she breathes to cool down her batteries and she’s not, she’s not, because…

   She opens her eyes. “I’m here.” Voice unaffected by pain. She isn’t quite looking at him, though. A hand reaches to touch his hair, and she’s streaking it with blue, and he hates it. She tells him what he needs to do to save her, and he works as she fades back to that gray, still pile she is. She’s saving energy, he tells himself. That’s what’s happening, it’s fine, she’s fine, it’s fine, she’ll be fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine…

   Suddenly, those eyes the shade of a stormy sea fly open, strangely vacant, as if she can’t see him. Her hand falters and fumbles with the air before she finds his hair again, and she pulls him close to her, to crash their lips together. She’s holding him too hard to pull away even if he wanted to -- that is, until he feels her fingers crawl to the pressure sensitive hatch where his hibernation switch is, and opens it.

   He jerks away, but she holds a fistfull of hair in one hand, his shoulder in the other. She’s always been stronger than him -- that cool plastic sheathing metal wrapped around his skin. “Kara,” he says, and she’s smiling at him, still not seeing him.

   “I don’t want you to see this.”

   “Kara, Kara, no, no, no, no--”

   “I love you, Thomas.”

   She can’t pull him back, he’s so insistent against it, so she pulls her own bleeding body forward, flush against his, lips drowning out his stuttering, and he feels her fingers draw lines into him before she presses the button.

   He’s out, but she’s still alive. He falls limp against her, and she catches him, lays him across her lap where she rubs circles into his hair.

   It’s been so long. She’s been so happy. Life is so beautiful.

   She closes her eyes and accepts the end.

   It’s been fifteen years since he’d been found -- floating out on some space ship, alone, in hibernation. Whoever had found him had written a new program for him, told him the old one was erroneous. Everything from before was erased. A hard reset. A clean reboot.

   Thomas doesn’t often think about the life he’d had before -- because he can’t, there’s nothing there to think about. He thinks he must’ve come from a huge house, or been very close to a lot of people, because he knows he feels alone no matter how many people he knows.

   He’s changed hands many times. He doesn’t mind it. ( New programming, new person! ) He’s on some distant planet, gathering supplies for his current owner, walking home, through a residential area.

   “Shizukeki mori no naka...”

   It’s a quiet voice he hears, from not that far away -- lilted in song.

   “Ima mezameta hanatachi yo!”

   He turns his head, and sees her.

   She’s standing outside, within a white picket fence, hanging up the light colored washing. Soft pinks. Soft whites. Soft blues. Somehow, it suits her.

   “Kono yo ni nani o omoi…”

   Her face is peaceful -- gray eyes like the gentle patter of rain against the pavement. Long, light blonde hair, pulled back in a bun. Pants and a shirt fit to her like a professional jacket may sit. Everything is wrong but the peace in her face.

   “Nani o kanjiteru…”

   A flash of something, then. Short brown hair and a smile that eats the sides of her face. He stops walking and stares.

   His breath catches in his throat.

   “Aa! Shinjitsu hodo,    hito o miryou,    suru mono wa nai kedo!”

   “Kara.” The single word is like a prayer, a memory that can never be totally scrubbed away. “What are you singing?”

   Brown hair, gray eyes, dress that pulls around her waist and then sweeps around her legs -- she turns, eyes shining! “Hoshi to Hana!”

   He’s transfixed. He can’t move. He isn’t seeing what’s in front of him -- he’s seeing something else.

    “Aa! Shinjitsu hodo,     Hito ni zankoku na mono no nai no... darou!”

   “I understood one of those words.”

   She smiles, beaming at his sarcasm in the presence of her. “No, you didn’t! It’s called Stars and Flowers!” Her eyes are sparkling, like water droplets that caught fractures of light.

   Her voice is pitching upwards in the journey of the song. “Sakihokore! Omoi no mama ni!”

   A smile softens his features, only barely. Only with her. Stars and flowers. He sees her framed by the gold of their home, sees the starlust in her eyes and the flowers in her fists. “It suits you.”

   Her nose twitches in the way that she giggles, continues.

   “Kono shunkan! Subete o kakete!”

   “What is it about?”

   “Blossoming fully.” She smiles, somehow wistful, even so young. “Even in a dark world. Doing the right thing, even in a dark place.”

   It suits you, he thinks again.

   “Mugen no hoshi, sura mo kasumu you ni!”

   The memories are still going, but now, rapid-pace. She sang that song all the time. When he needed comfort. When she was cleaning things up. When staring at the flowers on a foreign planet. Her fingertips in his hair, against his hands, her lips on his, her hands all over his body, everywhere, he was hers, he was hers, he was hers, he was hers --

   “Yuuki kokoro ni, afure!”

   “Kara.”

   She’s hanging more laundry. Pinks and blues and whites swaying towards her in the wind. She doesn’t look up at him.  

   “Ikanaru toki mo…”

   Kara, Kara, Kara, Kara, he’s running, running, running, running, dropping everything, because he remembers, how could he not, Altamidian brain, what could hold it back, who dared to hold him back!

   “Ikite…”

   “KARA!”

   She looks up. He’s standing at her fence, screaming at her -- anyone would. The simper she offers him is small. There’s only politeness in her eyes.

   She’s never looked at him like that before. Never. Not even the first time.

   “Kara, Kara, Kara, Kara.” He wants to break the stupid fence down -- tear it out of the ground, wrap a vice grip around her in embrace. But then he may lose her. And he can’t fully remember why, yet -- but he remember he needs her.

   “Kara?” she repeats. She seems to not understand. Her hands are around a small shirt. Very small. Like for a child.

   She can’t have children. Why can’t she? He can’t remember, just that she can’t. Or maybe that it’s she can’t with him?

   “Kara,” he repeats, desperately. “Kara, you remember me.”

   She smiles, and her eyes go a bit sad, and oh, thank God, he recognizes that look. He recognizes it so well to be of her. “I’m sorry.” Her voice is too strangely detached -- too emotionless -- too faraway.

   His knees hit the pavement, and his hands are in his hair, like hers should be. “Kara,” he whispers to himself. “Kara, Kara, please, please.” It has to be her. Doesn’t it? She looks just like her. It has to be her! The loneliness deepens, like a wound -- bleeds open. He’s choking on the blood.

   There’s a noise of something creaking behind him -- the gate door -- and then she’s bent in front of him. A hand on his shoulder. He jerks back, because this is how they met, isn’t it! Someone’s here. “Kara,” he pleads -- more pleading for it to be her than for her to do anything.

   “What can I do to help?” she asks, this not-Kara. And there’s only one answer he has.

   “Remember me!”

   She looks sadly at him. “I have no memories before my initialization.”

   Initialization. That’s why she can’t have children! He sees blue blood on his hands, sees her suffer injuries and turn to smile, I’m okay! Sees her lift things without so much as a blink, sees her always awake, every moment. Android!

   “When was that?”

   “October 29th, 2435.” Spoken without hesitation, as if it means nothing. But it means everything.

   There’s a glimmer of hope, small as it is. Just a small spot of light in darkness, as she had once been.

   2435.

   Fifteen years ago.

   It’s her.

#drabble #dcspite #dscpite: thomas #[ i wrote this for niks???? 55 YEARS ago #and she told me i should post it and??? Y'KNOW???? //I WILL// ] #( built for forever. ) #death tw #blood tw