Hey y’all. So, I’ve been on a Sakura shipper kick. Mostly, I ship a lot of people with Sakura and Hinata, but it’s on the Sakura end of things I’ve been diving into. Therefore, I’ve shown you something with Kakashi and Sasuke. I think it’s high time to show a ship that all of us have been through and loved to have seen.
(If you seen any text that’s bold, it’s because they are in a series.)
Summary: Bellamy brings home an item that watches them grow in love and size over the years, being the heart of their holidays for a lifetime.
Word Count: 1,782
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A/N: To celebrate that December is finally here and Christmas is right around the corner I wrote this little one-shot and it’s just pure fluff! It was inspired by my own dad who used to absolutely love this toy we got for the holidays when I was younger but it got very old and stopped working so we’ve now replaced it with this one. They’re both featured in the story. I really hope you enjoy, happy holidays!
It’s their first Christmas Eve together in their new apartment that Bellamy comes home with the singing toy and it’s safe to say she’s surprised because Bellamy’s kind of a Grinch when it comes to Christmas.
They’re getting ready to go over to Abby and Kane’s to celebrate for the night, and Clarke made him go out to the store to get a bottle of scotch while she finished getting ready. God forbid they show up at her mother’s house without one. Kane would love any other gift as much, even if it wouldn’t last till the 25th. He and Bellamy would probably empty the bottle before midnight.
She’s walking out the hallway putting her earrings on when she sees him by the tree, getting something out of the CVS bag that does not look like a bottle of scotch whiskey.
“Please never make me go to the store on Christmas Eve, ever again.” He says, his back to her.
“Didn’t take you so long.” Clarke argues.
“That doesn’t look like scotch.” She tells him, watching him place a Winnie the Pooh, Tigger and Eeyore plush toy riding a sleigh under their tree.
“It’s in the car.” Bellamy chuckles.
“What is that?” Clarke raises an eyebrow and approaches the tree.
“Wait for it…” He crouches down to press Eeyore’s paw and the toy starts dancing and singing along to Jingle Bells.
He grins up at her and she giggles. She can’t help the warm feeling she gets in her chest as she watches him enjoy something related to the holiday. It’s in the way his eyes look as he stares at it.
“We used to have one like this when we were little. It was Mickey Mouse. He was dressed like an elf. Deck the Halls.” Bellamy reminisces, standing up straight. Clarke wraps her arm around his waist and rests her head on his chest as he speaks again.
“We didn’t get it out the following Christmas after she died. I don’t know… I guess it just kinda reminded us of her and we hadn’t come to terms with it all yet. I thought maybe it was time to pick up the tradition again… Kinda like a new beginning, right?”
She’s quiet and listens carefully to his words. He doesn’t usually talk an awful lot about his mom so when he occasionally does she always gives him the space to talk freely.
“Yeah,” Clarke nods and leans up to kiss him. “I think it’s perfect.”
He soon gets upgraded from his Grinch status.
The following year the toy gets a whole new meaning for them.
They’re hosting Christmas Eve dinner for their friends and after everyone’s naturally eaten way too much they’re all sitting at the living room around the tree exchanging gifts.
Clarke sits next to Bellamy when he pats her hip and tells her to go turn the toy on.
She doesn’t argue when he does, given that the toy makes him happy rather than being a sad reminder of a part of his life he can no longer reach. It has a new purpose now that Clarke and him have a life together.
She stands up and bends in front of the toy to press it when she notices something out of place. A small velvet box sits on top of Eeyore’s paws and she freezes in place. She almost doesn’t dare to grab the box—just in case it isn’t for her—but then she does and when she turns around Bellamy’s down on one knee in front of her and all their friends are looking at her expectantly, holding their phones out to record the moment about to happen. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Octavia cry before.
Bellamy slips his hand in his pocket as if he’s looking for something and she’s confused because she’s already holding the box. She hasn’t even opened it.
“Open it!” Octavia encourages her and she does. She’s speechless.
“I wrote something and I lost the damn paper!” Bellamy says and he sounds nervous, which is unusual for him.
“Dude, just say something!” Miller laughs and Bellamy runs a hand over his unruly hair in frustration.
“I love you and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you and play that toy every Christmas till we’re old and die.”
“Jesus…” Jasper mutters and they laugh.
“Will you marry me?”
Clarke can’t handle how perfect Bellamy looks all nervous and probably hating himself because he thinks he ruined the proposal for losing his speech. She thinks it’s just right and all it takes is for her to turn around and press Eeyore’s paw for the room to erupt in cheers and applauses for them.
Pooh, Tigger and Eeyore sing Jingle Bells in the background when she says yes. ____
“Maybe it’s gonna scare her.” Clarke tells her husband as she attempts to wrap a garland around the tree. He’s supposed to be helping her but he’s opened one of the boxes full of decorations and found the toy. She’s gonna have to decorate on her own.
“She’ll love it.” Bellamy says as he lays it on the floor in front of the bouncer. Quickly the three month old has their full attention.
“Rory,” He coos to try and get his daughter’s attention as he presses Eeyore’s paw and music fills the air.
The baby watches the item with a straight face and Clarke can’t help but laugh.
So Rory’s not the chirpiest baby around, but it’s no surprise to anyone. No one expects any less knowing who her parents are.
“She is not amused at all.” Clarke tells Bellamy and he’s still determined. “No, let’s wait a bit longer.” He insists.
Soon enough the song is over and the eager dad turns the toy on again. Rory can’t help but to finally break a smile and kick her socked little feet, making her bounce in her seat.
“Look! She’s smiling! She likes it!” He points out in excitement.
To Clarke, the moment is just as sweet as the tune playing and even though it’s not yet Christmas, her holiday’s are complete.
It’s their most special moment with the Christmas plush yet. ____
After years of being put to good use, the toy’s batteries finally gives up on them and Clarke thinks it took way too long. Maybe it was because they always took them out before putting it away for the rest of the year but this time the batteries are just plain dead.
Clarke is in the middle of making after dinner when she hears the distorted sound coming from the living room and genuinely gets scared.
“Daddy!” Rory calls out from the living room to her father, who’s just getting home from work and soon after Jack is in his arms, crying. She doesn’t blame the three year old. The sound the toy made was terrifying.
“It’s probably just the batteries, bug. I’ll fix it.” He promises, walking over to pick up the toy from under the tree.
The three of them crowd around the kitchen counter and the kids watch as Bellamy unscrews the cap and changes the batteries for them. In no time, Pooh, Tigger and Eeyore are singing again and this time probably as loud as when they first got the toy, new batteries and all.
Jack claps, shrieking through teary eyes and Rory dances along to the music. Clarke thinks she might even feel their unborn child doing a little flip at the sound as well. The kids disappear with the toy back into the living room and that night they listen to Jingle Bells so many times they’ll probably have to change the batteries again soon. ____
The toy stops working, coincidentally, the Christmas after their third child goes off to college and Bellamy mopes around for a whole day about it. It’s probably also the fact that they have an empty nest. Clarke roams every CVS in town trying to find a new one but, of course, she doesn’t. It’s an old thing. ____
Many Christmases later, the couple sits at their living room, surrounded by grandkids and torn up wrapping paper. They’ve substituted their cups of coffee for scissors and are attempting to open the kids presents up because Lord knows these days toys come way too tightly secured, too much plastic. Rory, Jack and Levi along with their significant others all nurse their cups of coffee in hands while they let the grandparents do all the work and Bellamy and Clarke don’t mind at all.
Clarke sees the three of her children stand up and Levi picks up a box, surprisingly still wrapped, from under the tree. The little ones are normally eager to rip open every single box under the tree but that one seemed to have gotten away. Levi winks at his mother and clears his throat.
“Uh, dad…” Jack speaks first to try and get his attention and Bellamy lifts his head to meet his three grown children. He takes his glasses off and Rory continues.
“So we know we haven’t given you your present yet but we wanted to save it for last.”
Clarke knows Bellamy doesn’t really care for present because to him his family, this moment were the best gift, but she was curious.
Levi places the box on top of his father’s lap and tiny pairs of hands immediately cover the box. Bellamy let his grandkids help him open it and when he takes a peek inside he loses his breath.
“What is it, Bell?” Clarke asks, as she takes her littlest grandchild in her lap and tries to sneak a look at the contents of the box.
Out of the box he takes out an identical toy to the one he’d lost years ago. A brand new Winnie the Pooh, Tigger and Eeyore riding a sleigh smiling back at him. It’s when he presses Eeyore’s paw and Jingle Bells starts playing that all the kids go crazy, giggles filling the air and it takes him a second or two to gather himself together before stand up to hug his grown children.
“Do you like it?” Levi asks as he squeezes the three of them as tight as he can and he laughs.
“It’s perfect.” Bellamy whispers, his voice tight and careful. Clarke can’t see his face but she can tell he’s crying. “Where did you find it?” He asks, still in shock.
“Ebay.” Rory laughs, knowing most of the time her father uses the internet he doesn’t even know what he was doing. He just clicks and scrolls aimlessly. “Merry Christmas, Dad.”
And just like that Pooh, Tigger and Eeyore sing for many years after that.
Last time, Neal had just turned up on Gold’s doorstep, much to Belle’s surprise. It’s a bit weird writing a Christmas chapter when we’re almost into June, but enjoy the hints of food porn in the absence of any actual porn, because these two are still being dorks
Also fluff and Sprite do not mix - I may have to cause one of my other Golds some pain…
Belle shut the door behind Neal, and he eyed her curiously, the strap of the oversized rucksack over one shoulder.
“Alistair wasn’t expecting you until New Year,” she said.
“Oh yeah, change of plan,” he said. “I guess I should have called…”
“Oh no, he’ll be so pleased to see you!” she assured him. “Do you want to take your things upstairs? Your room’s all ready.”
“Um - okay.”
He opened and closed his mouth for a moment, as though he was about to say something, but appeared to think better of it, and made his way up the stairs, feet thumping on the treads. Belle went back into the kitchen, filling the kettle with water and switching it on before preparing a pot for tea. She tried to call Gold, but he wasn’t answering, and she assumed he would be driving. She then cut some bread and buttered it, listening to the thump of feet on the stairs again, and looked over her shoulder to see Neal hovering in the doorway. There was Christmas music playing from the little radio that sat on the windowsill, and he was looking at the cookies and the bags of different coloured frosting next to them with an expression of good-natured bemusement.
Instantaneously, my eyes complain about the merciless sun. It is morning…I twist my body from left to right in search of Junmyeon. Instead, it’s the loving cat, who I yearned for, in my sleep, who waddles his way from the head of my bed to my lap. He licks his paw and tilts his head to gaze into my puffy eyes. It’s strange. Similarly, my heart grows sore under his presence as it normally does when I’m with Junmyeon. It’s so silly to say…I think I love them both.
“Welcome home, Suho…” my voice trembles as my precious cat throws his paws around my neck. As I stroke his back, he starts to weep this heart-clenching cry that summons rivers under my own eyes. “I’m so happy to have you back…”
“Meoooooooooow~” he wails. He’s been waiting for two decades to hear these words again.
Sniffling back tears, I lightly smack his bum and tease, “You, Big Baby…”
“Meoooooooow~~” he sobs out happy tears.
Chuckling, I pull him away to take a better look. Just like when he was a baby kitten, he sports a gorgeous white coat of fur that almost refracted Heaven’s light. Under the sun, certain angles create rainbow streaks. Even his pink nose is the same that it baffles me how long it took to recognize him. The prolonged fever, during my childhood took away my memories but the fever, produced by love, had brought it all back.
With a beaming grin, I bring his paws up to wipe his own eyes. “I love you, My Suho,” I sweetly say and lean in to kiss his nose. He returns the affections by licking my lips. My giggles cause all the cells in his small body to prance around. “Don’t run away anymore, okay?” I pout and hold out my pinky.
“Meow~” my cat wraps his paw around my finger and promises.
That’s when my vision lands on the shining gemstone band around my finger. “Heh…” a wide toothy grin spreads from ear to ear. “Junmyeon got me this,” I explain and hold it up to Suho. “Isn’t it pretty?”
“Meow,” Suho’s neck fur puffs up and he proudly holds his head up.
“I think I’m in love…” I shyly admit as I rock backward and lie back onto my bed. Habitually, Suho starts to knead my stomach but I bring him up to rest against my chest. “He’s kind of strange…in a way…” I softly giggle. “…but every time I’m with him, I feel so safe,” I daydream. “For a while, I just wanted a man to just…take my virginity…”
A low grumble croaks from Suho’s throat.
“…with Junmyeon, I want to make love…”
The sassy cat covers his burning cheeks with his paws and rolls into a shy ball.
“I love him,” I confess. Suho peeps his head out. Flexing my abs, I tilt my chin up to look at the cat. “I’m going to marry both of you!” I conclude. The surprise cat chokes and starts to hack out coughs. His body bounces up and down to the vibration of my tummy as I laugh. “What?” I chuckle and pet his head. “No one said a girl can’t have two husbands,” I joke. Extending my arm out, I take his old collar into my hands. I remove the name tag and bell and slip it through his new collar.
“There,” I marvel at the perfection. “Now, everyone will know you’re mine!”
“Meow ꒰⌗´͈ ᵕ ॣ`͈⌗꒱৩” His little paws play with the bell, causing the jingle to create sweet melodies into my ear.
“…and your lover can’t take you from me,” I finish my joke with an evil cackle.
Suho gives me an unimpressed look.
“Either way, vet called. After a second opinion, they recommend I get you neutered.”
“MEOWEIOIOWERWIRUOIWUROIUOIWRUO,” the cat thrashes around in opposition.
“What?” I giggle, “Silly Bean, it’ll help you live longer!”
It’s been a week…and then two. Junmyeon is nowhere to be seen. I searched the entire apartment in case the note he may have left got blown off somewhere by the wind. Nothing. Suho pounces around the room like the happy kitty he is. Though he doesn’t know what I’m trying to look for, his little paws try to mimic my ravage search. I can’t help but laugh.
With a defeated sigh, I slouch over the side of my bed. “I miss Junmyeon…” I admit.
“Meow Meow,” Suho tugs my sleeve as if saying, “Loook at meeee.”
“Heh, you Goofball,” I ruffle his fur and jolt up. “Time to go to the vet!” I announce.
“MEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!” my kitty squirms in my arms but I grip onto him tightly. “Don’t scratch me, Crazy Cat,” I quip. The memories of once causing me a fatal injury burns into his heart and he settles down.
“It’ll be done in around ten minutes,” the vet technician states and hands me forms to fill. They take Suho in for a quick examination.
“That silly cat…it’s not that big of a…”
The tip of my pen drags along paper as a sudden flicker of a scene replays in my mind. Blurry but defining, I recall Junmyeon lowering himself and me onto the bed. His cuddle is firm and warm against my feverish body as he whispered, “I love you…” into my ears. Then suddenly…the weight from his hold diminished and the blurry image of white fur settled in.
“How did you get in here?“
“I never left…”
Fish. Fish. Fish and chicken. Allergic to chocolate and tomatoes.
Old conversations bring themselves back to light. My eyes dart out and stare at nothing in particular as if I’m being hypnotized.
“I’ve never seen my father before and I was striped from my mother at 8 weeks…”
His tendency to show up out of nowhere and naked…
“He loves you so much more than you’ll ever know, that’s why he came back to find you even after all these years.”
My twin orbs grow glassy.
“He wants to stay by your side and protect you…”
I cup a hand over my mouth as an out-of-the-world analysis forms in my mind. JunMeow is Suho…and Junmyeon is JunMeow…which meant…Junmyeon is my beloved Suho. The circled words “Neuter/Spay” on the form against my lap, jeers back at me. With eyes widened into golfballs, I storm pass the front desk, ignore the shouting receptionist, and sprint into the back clinical rooms.
“SUHO!” I shout as I swing the doors. Panic drives my soul; if Suho gets neutered then Junmyeon…
I almost get an heart attack at the thought. On the third door, I discover a vet and a tech holding down the white cat. An empty syringe stares back to me; Suho’s head totters and his eyelids twitch.
“NO!” I bellow.
The professionals in the room stare at me with puzzlement. Without explaining myself, I grab my Suho and rock him in my arms.
“You guys didn’t do anything yet, right???” I question in a frenzy. Saliva drains from the kitty’s mouth as he refuses to fall asleep.
“We just gave him a dose of anesthetics. Don’t worry, Ma’am, the surgery will be completed really quickly,” the tech briefs and tries to take my cat from me.
“So you didn’t castrate— I mean neuter him yet, right?” Gibberish grumbles from Suho’s throat as I place his dangling head against my chest.
“Correct…but ma’am it’ll be qui—“
“No! I changed my mind!” I must have sounded like a crazy lady. “I’ll pay for the procedure but I’ll be taking my cat home now. I greatly apologize for the confusion.” With that, I bow and head out the door.
“Suho…Suho…my baby…I’m sorry…” I apologize as I try to awaken the cat. Shaking him wasn’t working and feeding him water wasn’t either. Passerby on the street stare at me as if I had just abused my cat. One even asked if I needed to call animal rescue.
It isn’t that I couldn’t wait it out, but the pain written on his face broke my heart. He must have been so scared, thus, to this moment, he’d rather drift in half-consciousness than to fall asleep.
“Honey, take a nap, okay? When you wake up, everything will be okay. I won’t get you neutered,” I stroke his head and coax but his head continues to totter around.
Flattening my lips, I head into a local gas station and purchase a large water bottle. I place the intoxicated cat against the cement ground of the parking lot and hold the water over his head. Gush of water splashes down, drenching Suho from head to toe.
“That should do the trick…” I proudly dust off my hands and prepare to dry the cat with my hoodie. But the scene before me seems straight out of the comic book. I’m so ridden in shock that I can’t even blink. Fluffy white fur rescinds back into the epidermis, stubby limbs lengthen, Junmyeon’s boyish features start to form… It’s the same scene I had witnessed that night I fell ill, just this time, everything is crystal clear. Cupping my hands over my gaping mouth, I lose my balance and fall backward from my squat.
Human voices from behind reawakens me. Gasping, I immediately rip off my hoodie and tie it around Junmyeon’s hips to cover his goods. A few slaps against his cheeks doesn’t seem to do much and I can’t bear to hit him anymore so instead, I lift him up and throw his arm over my shoulder.
“Junmyeon-ah…” I soothe. “Le-let’s go home…” I grunt.
Though, Junmyeon is quite skinny for a guy, he built still towers over my smaller frame. In addition, the fact that my lover’s almost bare body is being paraded in public makes me anxious. I stumble down the street carrying the drugged male. A groan evokes from the man’s throat and he thrashes around trying very hard to shake off the effects of the anesthetics to no avail. His slurred movement only causes the journey back home to be quite the struggle. Now, instead of a knocked out cat, I am hauling a full-grown, naked man.
“Is he okay? Do I need to call an ambulance?” someone passing by offers.
“No,” I quip. “He’s my husband; he just had too much to drink at his party…” I lie and nervously laugh.
“I think you’re sexy too!” Junmyeon suddenly shouts, lifts his arm, and smacks my bum. With widened eyes, I cover Junmyeon’s face and lower my head out of embarrassment. People on the street muffle back giggles. Some start to disperse after acknowledging that I didn’t kidnap this man and that I’m merely a tormented wife trying to carry her delirious husband back after his wild company party. “I want to make love to you too!” my said husband makes another public announcement.
“Junmyeon!” I hush as my face paints in beet red.
Someone whistles, “Get that pussy, Bro!”
Separating himself from me, he points in my direction and confesses, “I love her!”
“Junmyeon-ah!” I throw both of my arms around him and drag him off.
“I will protect her with my life! Don’t you bad people dare try to hurt her!” he innocently warbles.
By the time, I haul him up the stairs and get my way into the house, I’m completely depleted of battery. With one last grunt, I toss him onto the bed but my lack of balance causes me to topple over and land on top of him. I groan and try to get myself up but Junmyeon tosses his strong arms around me.
“Don’t…leave…” he begs in his sleep. I melt back against his chest. Thoughts rush through my mind. It feels as though I’m in some sci-fi movie. My brain questions his devotion but my heart acknowledges it.
“I won’t…” I promise and round my arms around his torso. For the first time, I don’t have any sensual desires as I lie with him on the same bed. Instead, my kiss against his dry lips is delicate and innocent.
A/N: Finally, she knows! Next chapter is the one everyone’s been waiting for hahaahahaha. If you know what I mean…
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Hey, can you recommend me any good fics that have Itachi in it?
I think almost all the Itachi fics I’ve read are ItaSaku, hardly any of them really only Itachi-centric, and also I haven’t read even those in a long time, but I could rec a few that he at least plays a pretty big part in:
When two jutsu clash, Sakura, injured badly, is sent careening through time to the past. Blind, she has to survive alone in the form of a child. Until she helps a man. And then her peace is destroyed and he won’t leave her alone.
ANBU Captain Uchiha Itachi had things well planned out, until a medic-nin with ridiculous hair went and made herself interesting. Sakura insisted she was just doing her job, but Itachi didn’t quite see it that way. Non-massacre.
Two enemies strike a bargain to save what they both hold dear. He will reveal a truth that shakes her beliefs, drawing her into a web of lies and betrayal. She will offer the redemption for which he never hoped and show him how to be human again.
Fifteen-year-old Sakura never expected to become a traitor to her village, but in a Konoha ruled by Danzou, she has no other choice. Finding her path entangling with the village’s most infamous renegade, though, was another story entirely.