Hinata bids him farewell, her cheeks dusted a pretty cotton-candy pink, and presses a quick kiss to his masked cheek before darting off. Kakashi blinks, his brain struggling to think past the way Hinata's lips felt on him. "Ugh," Anko groans, "you two make me sick." OR that one au no asked for in which Hinata is born into Kakashi's generation and falls in love with (1) sad boi.

Kylo stammers, "The—the boy—oh gods, I—I didn't know." his voice is desperate and scrapes his throat as he repeats, "I didn't know, oh gods, I didn't know." "Well, you should have," Bente accuses hotly and grabs his hand, placing it on her chest. "We're yours! Can't you feel it?" Oh gods, he murdered his own son.

Vanya wants nothing more than to lay down and sleep for a few thousand years. Well, almost. She'd like it even more if her siblings would stop skittering around her like she was some kind of bomb or—Oh. Right. She is. A bomb that is. A very, sleep-deprived bomb. Or, the six times Vanya goes on the hunt for cuddles and the one time she doesn't have to. One of those 6 plus 1 things.