Shikako gasps softly, fingers brushing against the downy feathers along the nape of Sasuke’s neck–he sits stiffly, displeased, but reluctantly lets her continue.
“Naruto, come here!” she calls, waving their third teammate closer, his grin and wagging tail far too amused.
“We’re all fluffy!”
(2 – anonymous – Team Seven, fluffy family/platonic cuddling… same creature!AU)
“Ow, ow, ow,” Sasuke complains, completely deadpan, “You’re on my wing, dead last.”
“Yeah, well, Shikako’s antlers are jabbing me in the neck,” Naruto shoots back, shifting around, ears flat against his head.
“Sorry,” she mutters, rearing her head back and out of the way–at least this isn’t as bad as that one time she and Shikamaru accidentally locked antlers as children and had to wait for Dad to come home to untangle them.
(3 – anonymous – Shikako & Ino, Take A Step That Is New ‘verse, Ino’s first date with Sakura)
“What do you think: this dress or this one?” Ino asks, uncharacteristically nervous, holding up two hangers for Shikako’s judgement.
“Um…” Shikako says, glancing between the dresses and the screen divider splitting Ino’s room in half, “I think Sakura will like either of them?”
Ino groans, discarding both of them and diving back into her closet–and Shikako takes the opportunity to go around the screen divider and join Sakura who is waiting, sitting with a pleased blush on her face.
(4 – @donapoetrypassion – Shikamaru & Yoshino, Stars Also Dream ‘verse, something he gets from his mother)
Shikamaru truly is his father’s son, a Nara through and through, a good heir to the clan–but that does not mean he hasn’t inherited anything from you.
You see it in his eyes, in his actions, the way he holds the few people he loves close and dearly, possessive of the few he lets through his barriers.
Shikako can make friends easily, connecting with them, not just the shallow amiability you perform; but you and your son play for keeps.
(5 – anonymous – Shikako/??, dark side of the moon)
She stares up at the sky, a thought nagging away at her that she can’t quite articulate.
A pair of arms curl around her: part of her wants to just lean into the embrace, to close her eyes and turn away and enjoy how happy she is now.
Another part of her knows something isn’t quite right.
A/N: Lalalala Infinite Tsukuyomi ;D
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