#domestic fluff is my weakness but i want to write this well so it's drammatic and hopefully also realistic for the circumstances

[canariie]

Hiii I saw that you are taking fanfic requests and I'd love to rq a Hitsuhina future fic where they are married and with kids, maybe something in the same vein as Baby it's Cold Outside bc I absolutely adore how you wrote their interactions here and I think that there needs to be more content of Hitsuhina having a family of their own in general 💖

Thank you Anon for the lovely note! I am a HUGE fan of domestic fluff so it makes me so happy that you enjoyed it!

I have a multichapter WIP in the works, tentatively called faded, so I figured this would be a good one to answer with! There's still a lot that I have to write and plan; I want to take special care for this one because it was inspired by a conversation with a dear friend so please look out for it in the future!

For now, please enjoy this scene!

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faded [selected scene]

Rating: K+

Synopsis: Toushiro and Momo watch the festival fireworks while her son sleeps.

Word Count: 860 words

Setting: post-Epilogue, fifty years (and then some) in the future when Momo and Toushiro are adults

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“I’ve never seen you so gentle with anyone…” but me. Momo cleared her throat, focusing on the little boy’s dark curls. Against the dark of the night, they shone as the colours of the fireworks blazed in the background.

Toushiro laughed softly, running his fingers through Natsume’s hair slowly. “He’s very hard not to care for. I can see why he’s loved by everyone.” A ghost of a proud smile settled on his face, making Momo’s heart stutter.

“But what makes it the easiest,” he murmured, “is that all the best parts of him—they’re all from you.” Toushiro looked up, his teal eyes deepening to an emerald and Momo felt the breath escape from her chest. And just like that, she felt younger, though a warrior worn of battle, yet a girl less experienced in matters of the heart.

“His smile, his cheerful personality, his hair, his best belief in others—I’m glad he takes after you.” Natsume made a slight noise and Toushiro adjusted him, pulling him up onto his lap and letting the little boy sleep against his chest.

The scene was so tender and heart felt and it was just like she imagined a million times that it squeezed her heart, until it felt almost painful to breathe. Like a tidal wave of emotion, every single feeling that she had held back started to pour out, overwhelming her. Before she knew it, tears started streaming down her face, and she tried her best to quickly wipe them away.

“Hinamori?”

Momo shook her head quickly. “No, no these are happy tears,” she sniffled, trying to dab at her eyes with a handkerchief. “In my wildest dreams, I’ve always hoped to see the two of you together.”

Toushiro looked at her with the same look he gave Natsume before he pulled her to his side, settling his hand on her waist. “Nothing in my dreams would ever have compared to this.”

That made Momo cry even harder, tucking herself into Toushiro’s neck like she had done many times years ago when they were both younger and the world felt smaller. Inside she knew that was much too old for this—she was a mother for goodness sake—but under the cover of the night sky, she finally felt the courage to admit to herself that maybe she didn’t want to be alone anymore.

“Let’s just hope he isn’t a Bedwetter like his mother,” Momo could hear him chuckle to which she quickly jabbed him on the side. “That is a habit I grew out of years ago—and it was one time!” Momo defended, not raising her voice any higher to disturb the little boy. She swiped at the dried tear tracks, sending an attempt at a glare at the taller man, which did nothing to sway the smirk from his face.

There was a moment of quiet, and Momo could hear the voices from beyond slowly quiet and the lights flicker out, like summer fireflies bidding goodbyes. The fireworks were starting to slow, until the only light that remained was the lone white moon. It made the hair of the tenth captain shine and casted deep shadows on his face, brightening his eyes.

“But to be completely honest, Natsume’s best traits are his eyes. When I first saw him open them up after he was born,” Momo smiled wistfully pulling back the hair from Natsume’s forehead, “I immediately fell in love.

“They’re a bit brighter than yours but it reminds me of the ocean. It made any pain of the pregnancy completely worth it.” She bent forward and kissed the little boy’s forehead. “I would do anything for him.”

Momo traced a finger gently along the profile of her son. “But his smile, when he truly is over the moon and his eyes shine—that’s you Toushiro, that’s all you.”

She looked up and Toushiro was looking back at her with an inexplicable look on his face. While it stirred old feelings in her, Momo lamented inwardly that in his absence, she had lost her ability to read him in moments like this.

He pulled her hand towards him, making her tilt her head up and losing herself in deep emerald.

“Hinamori,” he breathed, his voice ragged. “I care for you—for him, for us.”

“Oh Hitsugaya-kun,” Momo shook her head, her brown eyes shining. “I know you do.”

She gently pulled her hand away, holding it against her own heart. “But there’s too much at stake now—I can’t risk anything that can hurt him. You leaving without a word, fifty years ago—it hurt me more than ever blade ever did. And that’s a pain I swore I never would have Natsume go through.”

Toushiro was left speechless, the only movement the widening of his eyes. Momo swiftly got up, taking Natsume in her arms. She held out the tenth division cloak to him which the white-haired man took quietly. “Thank you for tonight. Good night—Hitsugaya-taicho.”

Before he could say anything, she turned her back on him and moved through the night with the sleeping boy mindless of the storm of emotions inside of his mother.

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I hope this leaves people with a lot of questions as it did answers haha This won't come out for a long time but please look forward to it!