Found this deleted animation by vivinos (creator of alien stage)
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Found this deleted animation by vivinos (creator of alien stage)
Kakashi would've loved AO3
Credit for vid: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSma9gCMu/
Lavender eyed failure, Chapter 1: Warmth
Summary: A Hinata centric fic, "Lavender-Eyed Failure" follows Hinata Hyuga, a young kunoichi struggling beneath the weight of her clan's expectations and her own crippling self-doubt. Branded as a failure by those closest to her, Hinata battles her inner demons while trying to find her true strength. As she wrestles with self-hate and seeks her place in the world, her journey is one of quiet resilience, fragile hope, and unexpected growth.
Paring: Naruhina
A/N: Get ready to cry things I have planned. I know I will.. as always, thanks for reading!
Warmth
There was a warmth that existed in this world that could not be replicated by sunlight, nor by flame, nor by any earthly comfort.
It was the warmth of her.
Whenever Hitomi Hyuga drew near, the very air seemed to soften, as though the universe itself bent to cradle Hinata in something tender and true. Her mother's love wrapped around her heart like silk spun from starlight a promise whispered without words, a vow that all will be alright. The adoration in those pale Hyuga eyes fell over Hinata like morning mist in winter, cool at the edges yet impossibly gentle at its center, softening every harsh angle of the world until nothing remained but this: a daughter, beloved.
"Hinata..."
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Love.
The word itself felt too small.
This love was an ocean, and Hinata was drowning in it happily, desperately, willingly. It was rare and precious and hers, given freely by the one soul who knew the full weight of her cowardice, the depth of her failures, the fragility of the heart that beat too fast and too frightened beneath her ribs. And still, still, Hitomi reached for her.
Selfishly, Hinata clung back.
It was a shield. It was a sanctuary. It was the opiate that numbed the sting of disappointed elders and whispered cruelties, the refuge where she could fold herself small and simply be. In her mother's arms, the clan's cold eyes could not touch her. The murmured criticisms of her gentle nature, the weight of expectations she could not meet, the glances that pierced her heart until it lay raw and trembling all of it faded to silence.
Because Hitomi smiled.
And that smile was enough. That smile said: You are loved for exactly who you are. Not the heiress. Not the kunoichi. You.
"Hinata..."
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"Eh?"
The voice pulled her from the depths like a lifeline, and Hinata blinked, startled, cheeks flushing crimson as she realized how far she had drifted on thoughts of love and longing. She hadn't noticed she never did, not when she was lost in the memory of warmth.
A gentle hand, warm and steady, rubbed slow circles against her back.
"Lost in thought again?"
Her mother's voice was a lullaby woven from moonlight and affection, and Hinata's embarrassment melted into something sweeter as Hitomi lifted her with practiced ease, settling her against a familiar chest. The embrace closed around her like a flower folding into itself, protective and perfect. Fingers threaded through her dark hair, tender, unhurried, and Hinata felt her traitorous lips curve upward despite her shyness, her heart swelling until she thought it might burst from joy.
Warmth.
"S-sorry, Mother..."
The words dissolved against Hitomi's lips as they pressed to her forehead a benediction, a sealing of something sacred. Hinata closed her eyes and sank into the embrace, tiny arms winding around her mother's neck, holding on as though she could anchor herself to this moment forever.
"Mama," she whispered, voice barely stirring the night breeze, "c-can I ask you a q-question?"
Lavender eyes, wide and shimmering with vulnerability, lifted to meet Hitomi's gaze. The world held its breath.
"Mm, ask away, my love."
A nod. Encouragement made flesh.
Hinata's fingers twisted together, small and uncertain, but she looked up, up, into the face of the woman who was her entire world. "W-will I ever be as strong and b-beautiful as you?"
The question trembled. The question was glass.
Hitomi laughed, and it was the sound of bells in spring.
She reached out, fingers pinching Hinata's cheeks with playful affection, and there was slyness in her smile, confidence in her voice when she answered: "Of course you will... My little princess will grow up to be the most beautiful and strongest kunoichi out there. All the boys will drool over you, and the girls will look at you with jealousy."
A wink. A tease. A prophecy spoken by a mother who believed in her daughter more than the world ever would.
Warmth flooded Hinata's cheeks embarrassment and joy tangled together, indistinguishable. She buried her face in the crook of Hitomi's neck, inhaling the scent of home, of safety, of love, and let the embrace swallow her whole.
"T-thank you, Mama."
A murmur against warm skin. A prayer.
Hitomi's hands resumed their stroking, rhythmic and soothing, cradling her daughter as though she were the most precious treasure ever placed upon the earth. Fingers traced through soft dark strands, again and again, the motion of a heart that knew only how to give.
And then—
The hand faltered.
Slipped.
Fell, motionless, against the cushion.
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"... "
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Thunder cracked across the sky, violent and sudden, shattering the serenity of the night into a thousand jagged pieces.
And in the silence that followed, something broke inside Hinata that would never fully mend.
A heart, once pulsing with fragile hope, shattered into fragments too small to ever gather.
A void, vast and endless, stretched open where warmth and love had lived, devouring the light.
A mind, once filled with dreams of becoming, spiraled into darkness unfathomable and absolute.
And the warmth—
Oh, the warmth—
Was replaced by something else entirely.
Cold.
Illusion of you, Chapter 1: In the darkness, there is light.
Summary: A shattered Naruto Uzumaki is left hollow after losing Hinata, sinking into a suffocating depression where even living feels like a burden. As darkness consumes his world, he clings to fleeting illusions just to survive each day. But how long can a man endure like this, and what kind of future awaits someone who has already lost everything?
Paring: Naruhina
A/N: Read a lot of fanfic, had some ideas, decided well why not? Lol. May continue this, who knows..... ;)
Thanks for reading!
The morning did not greet Naruto Uzumaki so much as it accused him.
Sunlight, that brazen and unforgiving gold, forced its way through threadbare curtains to paint stripes across his face, across the faded whisker marks that had once been the signature of a boy who refused to surrender. Now, they were merely scars on a man who had forgotten how to fight for himself. He did not wince. He did not blink. He simply stared at the ceiling with eyes that had once blazed the color of summer skies, now reduced to the flat, exhausted gray of a sea after a storm has stripped it of everything alive.
The world had lost its saturation. The wooden beams above his head were not brown; they were the color of dust. The window was not clear; it was a portal to nothing. Even his own hands, when he finally lifted them from the sheets, looked like the hands of a stranger, rough, calloused, moving through the rituals of living with the mechanical precision of a puppet whose strings were pulled by habit alone.
Wash. Eat. Dress. Lock the door.
Each action was a sentence he served without parole.
Konoha was awake around him, breathing, thriving, living in a way that felt like an insult. Civilians parted for him as he passed, their whispers trailing behind like the tails of comets, burning, then gone. The Hero of the Leaf. The Savior. The man who lost everything. He saw the pity in their eyes, that grotesque, well meaning sympathy that demanded he be grateful for their concern. Naruto walked through it all as if through rain, letting it soak him without feeling the cold. Let them pity him. Let them worship the hollow monument he had become. He had no energy left to hate them properly. All his hatred, vast and volcanic and endless, had turned inward long ago, carving a crater where his heart used to beat.
The Hokage tower loomed ahead, and Naruto climbed the stairs with the posture of a man ascending a gallows.
"Come in."
Kakashi's voice. Gentle. Tired. The voice of a man who had buried too many ghosts and recognized the sound of another digging its own grave.
Naruto entered. The office smelled of paper and ink and the faint, lingering scent of old battles. Kakashi looked up from his desk, his single visible eye crinkling into something that might have been a smile in another lifetime. In this one, it was merely a wound trying to heal.
"Oh, Naruto... how have you been?"
"I'm fine, Hokage-sama."
The words fell from his lips like stones into a well, distant, hollow, final. He did not bother inflecting them with false cheer. That boy, the one who wore smiles like armor, had died alongside her.
Kakashi's eye softened, the grief in it so familiar it might have been Naruto's own reflection. "There's no mission for you today."
Naruto's jaw tightened, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "I can..."
"I understand, Naruto." The older man's voice dropped, threading through the space between them like a lifeline cast into a dark ocean. "Trust me. I do. I've been through it myself."
The silence that followed was heavier than any technique, any jutsu, any weight the shinobi world had ever placed upon his shoulders. Naruto's hands curled into fists at his sides, nails biting into scarred palms with a desperation that sought punishment, not relief.
Kakashi hesitated. He knew. God, he knew what he was about to do, knew it would shatter the fragile glass house Naruto had built around his grief. But some truths had to be spoken, even if they cut the speaker to the bone.
"She wouldn't have wanted this for you," Kakashi said quietly. "You know that. We all saw her fight in the Chūnin Exams... during the Pain invasion... through the Fourth War. Her determination. Her nindo. Her inspiration. Hinata would want you to live, Naruto. To be happy. To..."
"She would've wanted to live!"
The shout tore through the office like a blade, raw and jagged and drenched in a decade's worth of unshed tears. Naruto's body trembled, violence and anguish warring in every taut line of him. His fists clenched so tightly that crescent moons of blood bloomed in his palms, dripping onto the polished floor in a rhythm that matched his ragged breathing.
"Hokage-sama," he ground out, his voice dropping to a register so cold it burned, "if that is all, I will take my leave."
He turned, every movement screaming of a man who was shattering from the inside out and refusing to let anyone see the cracks.
"Never giving up... that's my ninja way."
The words struck him like a physical blow.
Naruto froze in the doorway, his spine rigid, his breath catching in a throat closed tight around a scream that had no end. For one infinite, agonizing moment, the boy he had been reached through the darkness and touched the man he had become. Then the moment passed, and he fled, hurried, broken, leaving behind nothing but the echo of a door slamming shut and the ghost of a promise he could no longer keep.
Kakashi sank back into his chair, the weight of his student's anguish pressing down upon his shoulders like a mountain. So, he thought, his gaze drifting to the portrait of the Fourth Hokage smiling down from the wall with eyes so like Naruto's, so like the eyes that had once burned with hope. He is truly broken now.
"Sensei..." Kakashi whispered to the empty room, to the memory of a man who had trusted him with his son. "What would you have done?"
Naruto did not remember the walk home. His mind was a tempest, a maelstrom of memory and regret, each thought a knife twisting in the cavity where his heart had once resided. Hinata. Her name was a prayer and a curse, a balm and a blade. He saw her everywhere and nowhere, in the curve of a stranger's smile, in the silence of his apartment, in the spaces between heartbeats where she used to live.
He collapsed onto his bed, the mattress offering no comfort, only the familiar indentation of a body that had stopped growing and started merely waiting.
His hand found the drawer. His fingers found the bottle.
Saigemzai.
The pills were small and innocent, deceptively harmless in his palm. A drug of genjutsu, of illusion, of beautiful, terrible lies. He did not pause. He did not pray. He swallowed them dry, chasing oblivion with a desperation that would have frightened the boy who once faced down gods.
Darkness came not as a thief, but as a lover, slow, enveloping, inevitable.
And in that abyss, she found him.
"What happened this time?"
The voice was silk and starlight, soft as snowfall and twice as gentle. It was a sound he knew better than his own name, better than the roar of the Kyuubi or the cheers of a thousand villagers. It was the sound of home.
Naruto's breath stopped. His tears did not.
He turned, his body moving through the dreamscape with the clumsy urgency of a drowning man breaking the surface. And there she was.
Hinata Hyuga.
She stood before him in the infinite dark, radiant and real and herself in a way the waking world could never replicate. Her lavender eyes held galaxies of kindness, shimmering with the particular, heartbreaking sadness of a woman who loved too deeply and left too soon. Her smile was angelic, the same smile that had anchored him through his darkest wars, that had reached for him when he had been nothing but a monster in the eyes of the world.
"Naruto-kun," she whispered, and his name in her mouth was the only music that had ever mattered.
He fell.
Not gracefully, not heroically, but completely, collapsing into her arms with the force of a man who had been holding up the sky for far too long. She caught him, as she always had, her embrace warm and solid and impossibly perfect. Her fingers threaded through his hair, stroking, soothing, piecing him back together with a touch that defied the laws of grief.
"It's okay," she murmured against his temple, her voice the only truth in a universe of lies. "Let yourself fall apart, Naruto-kun. I promise, I'll be here to hold you together."
He wept.
He wept for the life they should have had, for the mornings he should have woken to her beside him, for the children they would never raise and the years they would never grow old together. He wept for the boy who had never given up, and the man who no longer knew how to try. He wept, knowing she was nothing but smoke and sorrow, a beautiful phantom conjured by poison and desperation.
But in her arms, illusion was enough.
In her arms, he was enough.
And so, in the dark, the hero of the Leaf Village finally let himself break, held together only by the ghost of a love that death could not diminish, and the whispered promise of a girl who had once been willing to die for him, now willing to hold him, even in dreams, until the pain finally stopped.
hiii!! hope you're doing well. just passing here to say that for the past week I've been reading your naruhina fics and omg, they're so GOOD!! love how you write their dynamic, so cute and fun at the same time ;v; love how you write them both!! That being said, I was wondering if you have a particular artist or song that remind you of them? Your Hinata is so femenine and sweet that made me remind of Alina Baraz's music, idk if you have listened to her but I swear when I was reading your fics (especially The Red Scarf) 'If You Let Me' started playing in my mind haha. All her music remind me of how you write her, it matches Hinata's vibe because her music is mostly romantic and intimate. Hope if you have any chance you maybe want to listen to her!! Thanks for sharing your work with us, you're really talented!! Take care <33
hellooo!!!!
Ummmm!!! Super-flattered that an Alina Baraz song popped in your head while reading my fic because I LOVE her!!! I've got so many Baraz songs on my Hinata, and NaruHina playlists lolol. ('Floating' and 'Keep me in Love' fit so well too)
I love how 'If You Let Me' in particular feels so enticing and dreamy! Such a mood! There's also a confident and assuring tone in this song that fits my head-canon for Hinata.
To answer your question "Do I have a particular artist or song that reminds me of NaruHina"--other than Alina Baraz? YES!! And he pairs so well with Alina Baraz too! It's-- Christian Kuria. I feel like so many of his songs fit the feel I want for a NaruHina combo. I listen to a lot of his songs for inspo. And if you look into almost any of my NaruHina playlists for my particular fics, you'll for sure find one of his songs. lol.
The song I refer to a LOT is this one:
((Please please please, just listen to the lyrics--and tell me it doesn't make you think of Naruto-<3->Hinata...but there are so many covers to this song sung with a female voice that's perfect from Hinata's POV too >.<))
OMG I wanna know more songs that people like associating with NaruHina. I always find it so comforting and insightful!! Thank you for this question, Anon!!! Love your music taste!!
Hmm interesting take. Mine are bit basic I would say.
For naruto I would say: This is what falling in love feel like -JVKE
As we see, in the show, Naruto slowly falling in love with hinata yet, Not understanding his feeling or love in genral. So "is this falling in love?" Line can represent that. The overall song could be naruto's perspective of his jornery.
Also, Mareux - The Prefect Girl
Also Paloma faith - only love can hurt like like this
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For Hinata: melting -Kali uchis. As whenever he's around she melts. Just the overall vibe of this song is so hinata lol, Delicate and safe.
"I pray that I can learn to be funny"
"I'm watching every stand-up comedy"
"Just hoping that it'll rub off on me"
"So you'll smile at everything I say" this line can be represented as hinata trying to approach or making him notice her, especially during the chuuin exam.
"Your smile ignites just like a candlelight (candlelight)"
"Then somehow, I know everything's alright"
This line represents how Naruto smiled saved her and ignites a fire meaning start to fall for him.
Also, Yungatita- 7 weeks and 3 days
But naruhina as a whole,
Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold - I would rather die than let you go (Until I Found You)
The song title is self exploratory as a whole. For naruto "until I found her" as in he would never fell for someone until he founds her, hinata.
For Hinata, "I would rather die than let you go" as we see in basically throughout the series. Especially pain arc. Or "how could we be friends" also is a representation of how tare they still friends after being so close, especially after war arc, as referenced in kakashi and shikamaru shiden novels.