#Kanene's fics

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

Bom dia a todos venho aqui oferecer uma coffe shop au com hideduo pq faz meses que eu pensei nisso mas ainda não consegui escrever então eh isto.

Os brasileiros tem uma cafeteria chamada de "Fofoca?" e o Fit é um cliente frequente de lá, que gosta bastante do local e é bem simpático com todo mundo (mas especialmente E secretamente pensa que o Pac é bem bonito e charmoso) porém o dia que ele realmente cai de amores pelo nosso querido é quando um assaltante tenta roubar a loja e o Pac e o Mike se juntam para desmaiar o cara e roubar ele

Tipo, tudo que está na minha mente desde que eu comecei a pensar nisso é tipo, Mike sendo o primeiro a criar o plano, puxando o Pac pra dentro dessa, Pac pulando de cabeça mó foco, mó determinação enquanto grita internamente. Fit estando prestes a agir por conta própria e simplesmente ficando lá com corações no olhar enquanto o Pac distrai e atrai o assaltante pro ponto que ele e o Mike combinaram enquanto o último tá ocupado fazendo um clofofórmio caseiro (super confiável, confia) e eles três tem uma pequena luta, o cara desmaia, Pac agoa começa a gritar (alegria ou desespero fica aí o questionamento) externamente, Mike está rindo, comemorando e xingando ao quatro ventos e o Fit tá lá percebendo que ele é Muito MUITO Gay.

Pac, no entanto, tem um crush no Fit desde o dia que ele tava procurando uma academia lá por perto, achou essa nova que tinha aberto recentemente, entrou lá e viu o Fit e o Philza numa lutinha saudável pra fortalecer a amizade e percebeu que o Fit "literalmente poderia me quebrar em pedaços minúsculos :)" e BAM Gay Screaming

Ainda quero escrever uma oneshot disso mas fica aqui a ideia pra eu não esquecer

[jacobseed]

Forge of the Heart

pairing: Dammon/Tav (Ká:nen Wildthorn) summary: Who doesn't want to spend some time with the most handsome blacksmith in Faerûn, talking about romance novels? are they the romance novel? whoa plot twist

this is for my beloved @bigbywlf and their beautiful tav Ká:nen!

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The fire from the forge is hot, sweat trailing down the tieflings skin as he hammers metal to perfection. The blaze of the sun only adds more heat to the air and the only reprieve is the occasional breeze. Baldur’s Gate keeps moving below, creatures chatting and roaming, their sights set elsewhere than the clashing of steel and stone. 

Her sights, however, were only on the blacksmith as he works, blissfully indifferent to the sweltering humidity. Ká:nen Wildthorn has been seated in the corner of the forge for some time now, patient as ever while the man continues about his day. She’s borrowed a book from his room, but the text has no meaning when her attention drifts from the story of lust and wonder to her own imagination- involving herself and a very strong and sweaty tiefling. 

It wasn't as if he hadn't noticed her appearance. He's checked on her repeatedly and at times she'd be lost in the book and at others, she was lost in him, his work, or possibly just lost in thought. When their eyes meet, she smiles widely as if she's happy he's paying her attention. Despite her sudden visit, she doesn't disturb his work or try to interfere.

Dammon stands as he admires the half finished project, wiping the sweat from his brow. He turns to the wood elf curiously. “You must be bored. There’s no need to wait around for me, you know.” 

She smiles carelessly, setting the book down on the table. “Not at all. I’ve been thoroughly entertained this whole time.”

His grin could power the whole city and her heart feels a kick start of its own. “Well, I think this is a good time for a break. We can go inside, where it’s cooler.” 

Ká:nen nods as she follows behind him, holding the book against her chest. She’ll have to return it to him before she heads back to camp, but she is interested in finding out how it ends. With a kick of her boot, the door closes shut and noise of the city stops, leaving only the two of them in a comforting silence.

“What do you think? The book, I mean.” Dammon gestures to her hands. “I don’t have many, but I thought it might be to your liking.” 

Fingers tap the cover nervously at the second skip of her heart today. He thought a story of lovers having tender, intimate, private moments together was to her liking? “It’s delightful. I must admit I’m surprised though. I didn’t think this would be a tale that would interest you.”  

There’s only confidence where one might assume to see embarrassment or bashfulness. Dammon is not shy in the slightest about his interests - or perhaps, better yet - he’s comfortable in her presence to not feel the need to hide who he is. “Who doesn’t enjoy romance? I like to believe at least once everyone desires a love like that. Don’t you?” 

She’d choke if she tried to answer too quickly. It was encouraging to know that even in the midst of the realms' perils and surrounded by ambitions of godhood, someone still held on to simple pleasures such as love and mortality. 

“I do. Recently got someone that comes to mind when I think about it.” Ká:nen sends him a teasing smirk and for a moment, she thinks he looks briefly startled. 

Dammon chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck, avoiding her gaze. “Lately, I have as well.” He clears his throat and changes the subject quickly, eyeing the weapons littered around the room. “The bow you wanted me to fix- I should have it ready in the next couple of days.”

“There’s no rush. I appreciate you fixing it for me.” She sets the book down and walks towards him slowly. As she stands in front of him, every step he takes backwards, she takes forward until he's caught by a table and the gap between them nearly closes. "Enough of that. I want to hear more about this person you think of. Is she pretty?"

The tiefling takes a breath as he gazes down at her, speechless. As his eyes search hers, he slowly relaxes and laughs. "She is, in fact. She has beautiful eyes, lots of freckles, and a dashing scar on her cheek." His hand is cool against her skin as he brushes his fingers over the curved reminder of mistakes she won't make again. "Not only that, she's brave and kind- kind enough to help me not only once, but multiple times without asking for anything in return."

Ká:nen hums soft and low, leaning into his touch. "She sounds wonderful. I bet you'd really like to kiss her right now."

"I really would." He whispers, watching her lips. She set up the perfect chance. It would be a waste for him to miss it now.

He kisses her slow, hesitant. As if the moment they parted ways she would be leaving again. She smiles against his lips, tugging him closer by his apron. A sign that she wouldn't be leaving. Ká:nen encourages him as she deepens the kiss, moving her hands over his chest and then around his neck.

"I've always wanted to do that." She breaths out after she breaks the kiss.

Dammon smiles and presses his forehead against hers. "I'm nothing special, you know."

Ká:nen holds his face in her hands, staring up at him. "You are to me."

[earlgreyinpajamas]

merthur fic recs: different first meeting

1. Here at the Altar I’m Letting You Go by messandahalf (@messandahalf10too)

Against Arthur's will, he is arranged to marry Princess Mithian from Nemeth. A minor problem occurs in Uther's plan for his son when the regular tailor for the Royal Family falls ill, requiring a replacement to sew Arthur's wedding attire.

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fahjdkh the pining!!!

2. Woad Blue by MerlinLikeTheBird

They accidentally take over a castle. Well, Gwaine calls it liberating. Merlin’s not sure what to call it—there was a lord, and now there isn’t. (Kanen comes to Ealdor early, and that changes everything.)

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the angst slaps so hard in this fic (though there is still a ton of fluff!)

3. We Can Hide Together, Among the Roses by infinitemerlin         

Arthur is supposed to marry Princess Mithian in five days.

And then he meets the wedding's florist.

Suddenly, he can't stop thinking about roses and happiness and—does he even deserve all of that?

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ahhh this is so cute!!!

[martianloon]

Fic recs!

6/25/24

••• 9-1-1 •••

words, how little they mean when they're a little too late by Polish_Amber | Rated: G | 14 k words | Complete

Margaret and Phillip spent years not seeing their children and then slowly got back into contact with them until this point, where they think they’re in a pretty decent place, actually.

Except then Buck gets injured and, as his hospital room fills with evidence of a life they know absolutely nothing about and they meet and hear about people they’ve never heard of (including a child?!), they realise that perhaps it was all simply too little, too late after all.

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Or, the one where Buck builds a family and his birth parents get exposed to pieces of it in the aftermath of 6x10: In a Flash.

brick by spqr | Rated: E | 10.2 k words | Complete

The first thing Buck noticed when he walked through the door was the smell of plaster and wet paint. There was a white spot on the wall in the living room, primered but without any color yet, about the size of a man’s fist.

Eddie looked sheepish. His knuckles were still bruised, scabbed over but healing.

“You were in a coma,” was all he said.

“Yeah,” Buck agreed. He knew the feeling.

••• DCU •••

Say Uncle by Megaerakles | Rated: T | 46.5 k words | Complete

Tim is prepared to take the steps necessary to ensure that Bruce will not feel obligated to adopt Tim when a comatose Jack Drake inevitably dies. But what could be better than preventing Bruce from ending up with a son he doesn't want? Bringing back the one he does.

Jason agrees to the Replacement's stupid, stupid plan to invite some strange adult man he's never met to come live with him, if only to keep the idiot alive long enough for him to serve his purpose in the Great Red Hood Revenge Scheme.

Might this new roommate situation have an impact on either of their worldviews? Surely not...

••• Merlin •••

Woad Blue by MerlinLikeTheBird | Rated: G | 18.8 k words | Complete

They accidentally take over a castle. Well, Gwaine calls it liberating. Merlin’s not sure what to call it—there was a lord, and now there isn’t.

(Kanen comes to Ealdor early, and that changes everything.)

Good Fortune by platonic_boner | Rated: G | 11.4 k words | Complete

Arthur makes Merlin a lord, and Merlin does an astonishingly good job of running a village.

••• Naruto •••

to dwell inside (a hearthfire heart) by Ellory | Rated: T | 10.1 k words | Complete

Senju Tobirama is not a samurai. He is not bound in oaths of honor. Yet, he finds himself revealing a long-kept secret to settle a debt with Uchiha Madara. A brother’s life for a brother’s life. That is the only reason he saves Uchiha Izuna from the Hagoromo.

••• Nirvana in Fire •••

Butterfly's Ashes by esama | Rated: T | 24.4 k words | Complete

Lin Chen watches him with patience Mei Changsu barely knows, lips pulled into an unhappy line but unmoving. Lin Chen's eyes - they're different. His hair is shorter and not quite as haphazardly cut. He's pulled it from his face. He looks tidy. He looks young.

He looks wrong.

In which Mei Changsu dies, lives, and chooses the other method.

[slitherin-away]

Heya! I don't know if you are still answering the fanfic ask, but if you are can I ask for 1 and 3, please? :DD Your blog is amazing!!

Thank you so much!! For both the compliment and the ask (for this ask game)! And of course, I can answer those!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

Well, good thing I wrote the majority of my fics this year sdfgsdfg This is surprisingly hard to answer, though. Because I come back to quite a few on a regular basis. And I'm pretty sure I answered this differently the last time, but I'm gonna say Turning Westward. It has a very special place in my heart.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Okay, this one's really hard to answer. But since the question says "wrote" and not published I am going with one that hasn't been published yet.

"Warm and soft and wonderful, like the light of a thousand fireflies made tangible, the embrace around him makes Izuku shudder."

You can ask for context but I can't promise I will give you context.

[why-not-a-tickle-blog]

Maybe some cheer up tickles with Logicality where both were watching a show and a tickle scene appeared and person B is like "Oh, this is a signal. That is how I should cheer up my friend."? (I dunno, sounds funny xD). Thankys! -w-)s2

Patton had had a very hard day. So Logan had sat him down with a snack and some cartoons, in hopes that it would help him feel better. But despite Patton being curled up and leaning on him, the small frown remained.

And then came a scene, very short, but enough to catch Logan’s attention. A tickling scene.

He glanced at Patton as the scene ended, just to see the tail end of a smile.

“That’s it,” Logan said, accidentally out loud, and Patton turned to look at him just as Logan poked a finger into his belly.

Patton just looked down at his belly, and then he looked up at Logan. He had a tiny, hopeful smile.

Logan wiggled all five of his fingers into Patton’s belly, rewarded by the smile growing. He started poking and squeezing, hampered by the odd angle they were in.

Patton’s smile grew even wider, and he squirmed around, each movement only making him more open to getting tickled.

The more he was able to, the better Logan tickled, and soon he had his first little puffs of air as Patton tried not to laugh. And Patton kept wriggling at every touch, until he was laying across Logan’s lap, and then finally the giggles rushed out all at once.

Logan smiled and lightened his tickling, pushing up Patton’s shirt and drawing complex shapes on his tummy. Patton’s grin and soft giggles were all he needed to see.

But then Patton grabbed his wrist, and Logan stopped.

“Thank you,” Patton said. “You’re being so sweet. But…”

“Just not in the mood?” Logan asked gently.

Patton shook his head immediately. “I.. I don’t want to remember that I was having a bad day. So… more? Please?”

Logan’s hand started circling Patton’s belly again. “So you want me to tickle you so much you can’t remember the bad things anymore?”

Patton flushed, but nodded.

Without even answering, Logan latched his fingers onto Patton’s hips and sent him into squealing laughter.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYEEEEES!!!!

Oh my gosh. Oh, my heeeeart. So, so, SOOOO pure and adorable and precious and LOOK AT THEM BEING SO HAPPY TOGETHER LIKE THE AMAZING, LOVELY FAMILY THRY ARE!!!!

Maybe 48-49 with Patton and Toddler!Virgil? (Or however you wanna spin it? Much love. 💛

This went a little older than toddler and probably a bit angstier than you may have wanted but I hope you still enjoy it? Definitely ends in fluff. 

CW: Allusions to past abuse

Prompt: Bedtime kisses

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It didn’t start out as kisses.

When Virgil first came to live with Patton, he was a world-weary five-year-old with haunted eyes and a cautious demeanor who immediately broke Patton’s heart.

“It may take some time,” the social worker told him, while Virgil hid behind her leg and stared at Patton anxiously. “He’s been through a lot.”

And it did take time. For the first few weeks, Virgil mostly hid in his room, rarely venturing out other than to use the restroom and come down for dinner when called. He would stuff peas and potatoes and dinner rolls in his pockets and take them back to his room, and for the first few weeks, Patton found himself cleaning old moldy food out of every conceivable nook and cranny.

But he didn’t yell, or tell Virgil to stop. Instead, he started stocking the cabinets and pantry with pre-packaged foods like granola bars, pop tarts, and gummy bears, and made sure Virgil knew he could take as many as he liked whenever he wanted.

If he really thought about it, it probably started with those snacks.

“Virgil,” he said that evening after dinner, as Virgil had started to totter off with a pocket full of garlic bread.

Virgil turned back, wary and startled as a baby rabbit, and Patton had done his very best to stay casual and he’d said, “I bought some new snacks. May I show you?”

Virgil hadn’t responded (he didn’t much in those early days) but he’d approached the cupboard with Patton. Patton had been careful to store the items on the lower shelves, where Virgil could reach. “These are snacks for everyone,” he said. “Whenever you’re hungry, even if it’s not meal time, you can come get some, okay?”

Virgil had indicated he understood, but didn’t reach for any of the items, so Patton had done so for him that first time. “Here,” he said, pulling out a package of veggie chips. “Trade you for that garlic bread?”

Virgil looked abashed, but slowly reached into his pocket, pulling the crumbling pieces of bread from their stashes and handing them wordlessly to Patton. Then he accepted the veggie chips and scampered away. Patton heard his feet thudding on the stairs, then the sound of his door closing, and sighed.

Baby steps.

It became a tradition. At bedtime, Patton would go to the cupboard and open it, perusing the selection of pre-packaged treats. And Virgil would appear at his elbow, waiting to be handed a treat of Patton’s choosing. (He’d tried at first to see if Virgil had a favorite, one he wanted to pick for himself, but Virgil had refused to choose, so Patton had continued to do so for him, trying to select a wide variety so Virgil had something he liked).

The next step in their journey came when Patton told a joke about Oreos, and Virgil had giggled. Patton’s heart had stuttered to a near stop, because that was the first time he’d ever seen the child smile, let alone laugh, and Virgil’s eyes had gotten wide and fearful, waiting to see what the result of his transgression would be.

But Patton had simply laughed too, and said, “I know, I’m pretty funny, huh? I’m working on my stand-up routine. Maybe you can help me out?”

So then the tradition was a snack and a joke. Patton spent the day scouring the internet for age-appropriate ones, everything from knock-knocks to puns (Virgil seemed to like those, and it still amazed Patton how smart he was).

“So Virgil,” Patton said, holding up a bag of gushers. “Why doesn’t the lobster like to share?” Then, as he handed the snack to the waiting child: “Because he’s a little shellfish!”

“Hey Virgil,” Patton waved a bag of fritos in the air. “What did the ocean say to the beach? Nothing! It just waved!”

The first time he tried a knock-knock joke, he was afraid Virgil wouldn’t answer, so when Virgil’s timid voice replied, “Who’s there?” Patton almost dropped the bag of mini chips ahoy chocolate cookies he’d been holding.

“Justin,” Patton said, hoping the tightness in his voice just sounded like anticipation of a good punchline.

“Justin who?”

“Justin time for dessert!” The cookies were presented with a flourish, and the gap-toothed grin and giggle were sweeter than any dessert Patton had ever had.

It did take time, though. The social worker was right about that. And it was six months before the snack-and-joke tradition took on an extra element.

The most rewarding part of it, though, was the fact that it was Virgil himself who initiated the addition.

“So Virgil,” Patton said, rooting through the cabinet--he was certain he’d stashed at least one box of hostess cupcakes in here, and they were Virgil’s favorite-- “Why did the superhero flush the toilet?”

He expected silence, or maybe a soft ‘why?’ Instead, Virgil said, “Because it was his doody.”

And without thinking, Patton turned around and beamed, holding up his hand. “Yeah, high five!”

Virgil shrank away at the sight of the raised open palm, and Patton froze, the smile dropping from his face as he realized what he’d done. But before he could begin to babble apologies--before he’d even had a chance to lower his hand--Virgil squared his shoulders, bit his lip, and lifted his hand, smacking his palm lightly against Patton’s.

So the high-five became part of the tradition. It was the first piece of physical affection Virgil had shown him, or allowed him to show in return, and Patton treasured every single one of them.

It wasn’t the only change. The snacks, which had originally disappeared up the stairs into Virgil’s hidey holes the moment Patton gave them to him, were now sometimes eaten at the kitchen table. The smiles, once so rare, were beginning to make regular appearances. Instead of sitting still and silent, Virgil began sitting...well, like a kid, swinging his feet where they dangled from the kitchen chair or shifting position on the couch during their movie nights.

“Be patient. Let him come to you.”

And he was. Little by little, Virgil was opening up, regarding him with less fear and more curiosity and even--sometimes, perhaps?--hope.

Still, Patton didn’t want to push it. And sure, sometimes Virgil fell asleep leaning against his arm during movies, or took his hand when they were crossing the street, but it didn’t prepare him for the moment Virgil stood at the cupboard for snack time and asked--timidly--if he could tell the joke this time.

“Knock knock,” Virgil said, looking up into the cupboard, at the shelves of snack food, and beyond them, the regular staples.

“Who’s there?” Patton asked obligingly.

Virgil hesitated, then said, “Can o’ peas.”

Patton arched an eyebrow--a knock knock joke he hadn’t heard? “Can o’ peas who?”

Virgil shuffled a little, then swallowed audibly. “Can o’ peas have a goodnight kiss?”

You could’ve knocked Patton over with a feather in that moment. He drew a soft breath and, trying to keep his voice light and casual, said, “But of course! Where would you like it?”

Virgil shrugged, not meeting Patton’s eyes, but Patton didn’t let that deter him. “Hmm. How about...right...here?” he tapped the center of Virgil’s forehead with one finger lightly, and Virgil giggled.

“Okay.”

Patton leaned forward and pressed his first goodnight kiss--light and quick--against Virgil’s forehead. And when Virgil smiled up at him after, he knew his heart was permanently spoken for.

The bedtime tradition didn’t start out as kisses. And it didn’t end with them either, because after that first one, Virgil took it as a given that he would get one every night. And shortly after, he wanted hugs too, and bedtime stories, and to be tucked in--the typical demands of a typical child, and Patton’s broken heart began to heal, hoping that in spite of everything, Virgil would bounce back.

“Children are resilient,” the social worker said, when Patton reported on his progress.

Patton thought there was resilient, and then there was brave beyond all reason, and he thought his little Virgil, his kiddo, was both.

The adoption paperwork was a bit of a hassle, but it was more than worth it. Because there were traditions that, once you had them, you fought to keep them.

It didn’t start with kisses, but as Patton stood in the courtroom with Virgil at his side, as the judge reviewed and finalized the adoption proceedings, Patton was determined to make sure it would continue with them, and with hugs and bedtime stories and as much love as there was to give, for as long as Virgil wanted them.

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Oh shock look everyone, LJ  wrote another story where Patton ends up adopting Virgil!

We’re up to like seven cakes at this point. Hope you all are hungry.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

And the rain continued to fall

Kanene’s Notes: I have no idea what this is. No proofreeading, only feelings sedrtyuiooiuyt.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to Boku no Hero.

* Something around 600 words. -w-)b.

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading! Eat a snack, enjoy the silence and that nice playlist, take a nap and drink water! Byeioo!~

                       [~*~]

“Are you really my angel guardian?”

“Yes.”

Shinsou hummed and didn’t move from his spot, fingers playing with the grass under them, the cold feeling of the light rain hitting his skin still making shivers run down his spine, the adrenaline of running from his house to this clear field on that abandoned place in the middle of the forest starting to wear off, the tiredness of his limbs and prickling of his skin only making the young boy feel more awake than he has felt on the whole month. His eyes couldn’t quite see entire constellations, since some trees cut his vision, but, damn, the few ones he saw were already enough.

Enough.

What a bittersweet word.

“And now what?”

The winged man, his guardian angel, observed him for some pieces of time before sighing, sitting at his side, one of his gigantic black wing spreading above them, ceasing the rain in the small perimeter where they were. Outside there, the rain grew stronger, and never stopped, but Shinsou felt gratitude either way. At least he was being protected.

(At least someone cared, even if that someone was a magical being that only he could see and listen to.)

“Now nothing.” The angel answered, staring at the trees. “But you should go back.”

“And what if I don’t?” Shinsou snapped back.

“Then I presume we would continue to sit here.”

As sudden as the anger came, it went away.

“We?”

Somewhere near a cicada screamed at the top of its lungs.

“Of course.” The black haired man brushed the confusion without fanfarre, not unkindly. His voice was quite low, and maybe, if Shinsou really listened to, a little bit of soft too. “I am your guardian angel.”

“And if you weren’t?”

“I am.”

“You’re dodging the question.”

“And you keep caring too much for hypothetical choices you didn’t choose and scenarios that didn’t happen.”

At this, Shinsou clamped his mouth shut, the arms hugging his legs closer. The magical being winced right when the words came out of his mouth. He wasn’t good with this whole comforting stuff.

But he was the only one with Shinsou now. He vowed to protect and take care of that kid in moment his first cry filled the world and he did not go back at his word, even if that meant fighting against the younger’s own mind.

“Would you want me to stay?”

Shinsou breathed. In. Out. His hand scratched his neck, tangling his fingers on his wet hair. In. Out.

He nodded.

“Then I would.” Larger hands overlapped his, untangling his harsh treatment of his hair.

Shinsou stared at him. “I am so tired.”

He was not talking about the dull pain of his legs, nor the way his brain seemed to want to explode from his skull, or even why his face felt wet even when the rain didn’t hit them anymore.

The other blinked at him, no pity, no fear, just black eyes looking at him. Somewhat, that make things a bit better. “Then rest.”

“In the middle of nowhere?” A barked laughter.

“Walking to any other place would be a waste of energy.”

The laughter grew stronger. “Are you telling me it would be illogical to not take a nap?”

Rolling his eyes at the implication of his human’s words, the other flicked his forehead, pretending his own lips weren't twitching upwards in a small grin. “Cheeky brat.”

Then his other wing opened, invitingly.

Shinsou got closer, basketing on the warmth.

For a moment everything was quiet.

“What is your name?”

Words fell from his mouth before he could even think about them, a name choose before, much before he knew what was the true duty of taking care of a life was. “The Silent Guardian: Aizawa Shouta.”

“Lame.”

“Go to sleep, Shinsou.” He remarked, not unkindly. Shinsou hummed.

On the sky, the stars started to become blurry and yet shinier.

“Thank you.”

Aizawa hummed, carrying his fingers on the wild, messy hair of the one he vowed to take care of.

“I will protect you.”

Somewhere in the world the Sun began to rise, waking people to their challenges. However, right here, where Aizawa closed his large wings, covering them in warmth and not really the softest, but soft enough feathers, the moon had yet to hit its highest point in the sky.

[maraleestuff]

The Moment of Truth - My Rewrite

(A fic idea that won’t leave me alone. Features Merthur endgame but divorce first ://)

So there was Big Set Up for a Magic Reveal in 01x10, that never really amounted to anything. Will knew that Merlin could probably end the issue with Kanen before anyone could be hurt, and Hunith saw that Merlin was preparing to do what it would take to protect Ealdor, even at the cost of himself. Pre-battle, he even alluded to the potential moment. As we recall, Will took the fall as sorcerer after taking a crossbow bolt/ arrow for Arthur.

But what if things had gone differently?

At the end of one of Arthur’s speeches, and Will had been outspoken, he paced up to Merlin. He wouldn’t reveal Merlin’s magic in front of everyone, never that, but he’s still mad. “There isn’t hope, Merlin,” Will says, unaware or uncaring that Arthur is still in earshot. “Your Prince will lead all of us to our deaths.”

“He’s trying to help—“

“But it won’t be enough,” Will retorts. “You know there’s only one way to win this battle. But first, you need to stop living a lie.” It’s not fair—even Will knows this—but he’s angry that his friend had to leave, that his friend plays servant to a spoilt prince.

And he can see it in Merlin’s eyes, the way he looks at Arthur—like the man is everything, destiny and honor personified. (He can see how this love hurts his friend, too.)

He’s angry that Merlin—his Merlin—isn’t quite the same anymore, that his best friend isn’t the one who returned to Ealdor. Because Camelot changed him. Arthur fucking Pendragon changed him.

Will storms away, ignoring Merlin’s call after him, and only stops when he rounds a nearby house. When he glances back, guilt fills him at Merlin’s sad, troubled look. Will tries to ignore the way Arthur is looking at Merlin; if Will didn’t know any better, he’d say the Prince is worried.

- - -

Later, before the coming battle, Merlin’s fingers tremble as he puts on a vambrace.

By now, he’s had about half a year of experience putting armor on Arthur—but it’s awkward and almost ill-fitting on himself. Arthur stands nearby, putting on his own armor with expert ease; a soldier and a knight, prepared for battle.

But Merlin feels nothing but a certain numbness, Will’s voice echoing in his mind. There’s only one way they can prevail against Kanen—at least, without anymore death.

He knows he needs to act. But can he risk it? Can he bear to have Arthur look at him like a monster? To be executed, or exiled? Can he bear to hope?

“Here,” Arthur says, drawing Merlin from his thoughts, as he helps Merlin with his vambrace. Merlin’s fumbling fingers hadn’t been getting anywhere.

“Thanks.” Merlin’s mouth is too dry, and he feels moments from being unable to simply breathe. He’s too nervous to make a comment about Arthur helping him for a change.

“Look,” Merlin starts, when he’s able to find his voice, “whatever happens out there, I don’t want you to think any less of me.”

“It’s alright to be scared,” Arthur says, surprisingly soft. “Even the most seasoned of warriors dread battle. And you’re not a knight, you’re a—“

“A servant?” Merlin asks. With Will’s distrust of Arthur on his mind, the reminder of his station, compared to Arthur, burns all the more.

“A civilian,” Arthur states. “You aren’t a soldier.”

“I know.” Merlin was supposed to protect Arthur, but he had no training, but for being Arthur’s training dummy and a smuggled book of spells.

Merlin takes a deep breath, securing his sheath on his waist. Gwen had gifted him a sword, but it’s weight was unfamiliar. He’d need to use it, until—

“Merlin,” Arthur says, shuffling with his own sword belt, expression pensive—Merlin knows him well enough by now to know that he was unsure about what he was going to say. It’s so unlike him that Merlin pauses, frowning. “What your friend said, what did he mean by that?”

Merlin’s stomach drops. But he feigns ignorance. “By what?”

“About living a lie?”

Merlin opens his mouth, but Morgana is suddenly shoving open the front door. “They’re coming, across the river.”

“We’ll head out, at once,” Arthur says. When the door closes, Arthur looks back at Merlin expectantly, a furrow in his brow.

“Whatever I have to do, remember that we’re in Essetir, not Camelot.”

Merlin leaves before Arthur can respond.

- - -

The plan goes perfectly—until everything goes wrong.

Will stands at Merlin’s side, as he conjures a storm and friend and foe alike are thrown in chaos. The battle is over quickly, then, and Arthur storms up to them, a thunderous expression.

“I’m the sorcerer,” Merlin says, heart pounding. Simple words for such a pivotal moment.

Arthur opens his mouth, fury and hurt in his face, but Will steps forward, too. “This isn’t Camelot,” Will says, at Merlin’s side. “Merlin can’t be punished by it’s laws.”

And then, before Arthur can respond, magic rings around Merlin like alarm bells, as the last vestiges of Kanen’s men attack. Kanen, stirring on the battlefield, raises a crossbow at Arthur’s back.

“No!” Merlin surges forward, around Arthur, flicking the arrow aside like a fly. Time is slowed, like molasses, or maybe it’s Merlin who’s moving faster—he’s never learned the difference.

When time rights itself, he’s in the thick of it, parrying the sword of a bandit. Behind him, somewhere, is the clink of Arthur’s armor and Will shouting.

Someone pushes Merlin aside; a whistle of an arrow, a sickening thwack as it hits someone.

Merlin looks around frantically and pales. Will, his best friend, a brother, staggers back, an arrow protruding from his chest.

“No. No!” Merlin’s ears ring. Suddenly, Merlin is on his feet, fury in his veins—he shoves Kanen and his men back, a yell burning his throat.

He doesn’t stop to watch them fall.

“Will!” Merlin kneels at Will’s side, hands hovering. There’s so much blood. Will’s breath a wheeze. Merlin’s studied a couple of healing spells, but nothing for this. Gaius is the Physician.

He doesn’t know what to do.

“Just hang on, just try to breathe,” Merlin tries to soothe, and he rambles more, but he isn’t totally sure what he’s saying.

Someone helps him get Will inside his house, on a table, but Merlin isn’t sure who. He doesn’t stop to glance. Arthur says something, but Merlin doesn’t hear it. Footsteps fade, and he’s alone with Will, his hand oddly cold, as Will wheezes for breath, tears in his eyes.

Merlin’s own eyes blur, but he ignores them.

“You’re a good man, Merlin,” Will gasps. Merlin grips his hand, unable to breathe—not because he dreads his secret being revealed, because, suddenly, he’s faced with a world where Will is gone. Not an old friend, in a distant village, just—gone.

“I’m sorry,” Merlin murmurs. “I don’t know how to heal you. I don’t—I can’t—“

“It’s okay,” Will says, weakly grasping Merlin back. “It’s okay. You’ll be okay. I was wrong about Arthur, you know. I don’t think I’ll ever really like him, but I see the way you two look at each other.”

“What?”

Will laughs, winces. “You’ve always been a decent judge of character, I think. If you see the King in him, then it must be in there…deep, deep down. And if he hurts you, I will haunt him till the end of his days.”

Merlin laughs wetly. His tears mix with the growing red stain. His hand is on Will’s chest, trying in vain to stem the flow, but Merlin can feel the life draining from Will. Not the blood, metaphorically, but with his magic; he can feel it drain, but he doesn’t know how to mend it.

“It’s been boring here, without you,” Will says.

“I’m sorry I had to go.” A part of Merlin will always feel that way, no matter of pratly princes and talking dragons. He’ll always miss goofing around with his magic or spear fishing or playing pranks with Will. The way you miss your childhood home that you can never truly return to.

Will starts gasping harshly. It isn’t far now.

“Merlin, Merlin, I’m scared—“

“I know. I’m here. I’m here.”

“I don’t want to die—I don’t want to be alone—“

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Merlin grasps Will’s hand, tightly.

The world stops when Will stops breathing. And though sobs catch in Merlin’s chest, though he can feel grief like a dark winter storm, for a brief instant, he is grateful.

Will isn’t in pain anymore.

- - -

Merlin doesn’t remember much of the preparations for the funerals—for Will, for Matthew, for all those who fell in battle.

He knows he’s the one who helps carry Will to the pyre. Merlin arranges Will’s grip around his father’s sword, leaves his woven leather bracelet in Will’s fingers. Gwen, Morgana, and his mother squeeze his shoulder, or murmur condolences—someone strokes his hair. He thinks Arthur is somewhere there, on the periphery, but Merlin can’t face that right now.

When the flames burn, all Merlin can hear is Will’s panicked voice. He stays, stays, stays, until the embers are cold, tears dried on his cheeks, dried blood and grime on his hands.

At some point, he kneels, fiddling with the grass at his knees.

A shadow eventually falls over him, or, maybe, it’s been there for awhile.

“Merlin,” Arthur says, armor clanking as he sits down. In the edge of Merlin’s vision, he reaches out a hand, hesitates, and drops it on his thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” Merlin says. It’s one thing to know it’s not his fault—not everything is under his control, even with magic—but there is still this insidious voice.

If he had acted sooner, no one would’ve had to die. Will would still be alive.

“He—“ Arthur pauses, wets his lips. “He knew about…it, didn’t he?”

Merlin blinks, head feeling a little foggy. “It?”

“Your magic,” Arthur says, the moment Merlin had been dreading. Merlin feels very little now that it’s upon him.

“Yes.”

“He was trying to get you to stop the battle.”

“Something like that,” Merlin sighs. “Even I don’t know fully what I’m capable of.”

Supposedly the most powerful sorcerer to walk the Earth—but he couldn’t heal his friend.

“You seemed capable enough,” Arthur says. “That storm you conjured. I think some of Kanen’s men almost shat themselves.” Arthur pauses, glancing at Merlin, and Merlin realizes he’s trying to make a joke. Not to make light of his grief, but to help.

Merlin blinks, and a warm tear falls down his cheek without thought. “But not powerful enough. I felt Will’s life but I didn’t even know the first thing about healing him.”

Arthur’s hand warms Merlin’s shoulder, steadying him. “I…I can’t pretend to know the first thing about magic. But I know you. You did everything you could. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.”

“It’s almost dark, Merlin. We should head inside. You can finish up my dinner.”

“How generous,” Merlin says wryly, but he doesn’t want to move just yet. “I can’t yet. I promised…” Merlin swallows. More tears fall. “I promised I wouldn’t leave him alone.”

“We won’t leave you alone either,” Arthur says, squeezing Merlin’s shoulder.

“We?”

“We,” Morgana says behind Merlin. When he turns around, she has two blankets: one she lays on the grass, the other she drapes around Merlin and Arthur’s shoulders. Gwen and Hunith trail behind her with steaming bowls of stew and a couple of candles.

“We,” Gwen confirms, handing out the bowls.

The four of them huddle together under the single blanket, while Hunith smiles solemnly.

“Try not to stay out too long,” Hunith says. She strokes Merlin’s hair, and smiles gratefully at Gwen, Morgana, and Arthur. “It gets cold after dark.”

Hunith plants an indulgent kiss on Merlin’s brow before heading back inside.

“You guys really don’t have to do this,” Merlin tells them.

“We do,” Morgana says. “You’ve been there for all of us. Even if one of us”—she sends a stink eye to Arthur—“doesn’t always acknowledge it.”

“We aren’t going anywhere,” Gwen adds.

“I promise, Merlin,” Arthur says. “Now, one of the best ways to keep someone alive is to tell their stories. So, tell us about Will. If you’d like.”

So Merlin does.

[fluffyskies]

I'm not obsessed…it’s just @kanene-yaaay’s most recent fic about Omori (BTW WHICH WAS SO GOOD!!!!!) gave me so much serotonin that I HAD to draw this cute scene, I mean it was a need at this point. I have seen the game before and tried to look for tk fics about it and I couldn’t find much let alone art of it either so consider this a gift UwU.

[carrie-tate]

Top 22 of 2022 End of the Year Game Tag

Well, as I understand it, I, too, have been drawn into this tag game. At least I was to mention @otomiya-tickles and @happyandticklish, thanks for that, in any case, I'm glad to join)

Part 1: Fandom Faves

1. Favorite new fandoms of the year You know, there are no exclusively new fandoms this year. Rather, my love for a couple of old fandoms caught fire in a new way. Like Mob Psycho 100 or Psychonauts. Oh! Milo Murphy's Law, Kaitou Joker, Inside Job, Super 4 (this two actually new…) and Percy Jackson too btw! Balan Wonderworld is deserves a mention too Okay, okay, that's all, otherwise I'll just go into the enumeration of ALL fandoms in general, because I don't know how to choose my favorite

2. Favorite new ships since this year If I lower my impudent ships with s/i, then I will say: Milo/Amanda (Milo Murphy's Law), Annabeth/Percy (Percy Jackson) Well, obviously Terumob and Shoritsu (Mob Psycho 100), haha

3. Favorite anime/TV show of the year Oh I also started watching Supernatural this year and I should keep watching (while I'm stuck on the first episodes of season 4), I definitely like this show Speaking of anime - Mob Psycho 100 and Kaitou Joker, I haven't really watched anything else huh

4. Favorite movie of the year Complicated question, yet I watch a lot of things, but at the same time I remember a little… Only Klaus (2019) and Rise of the Guardians come to mind, which I'm going to review closer to the holidays

5. Favorite character of the year Shigeo Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100), Rasputin Aquato (Psychonauts), Mini-Mini-King (Kaitou Joker), Stoll Brothers (Percy Jackson), Brett Hand (Insider Job)… *mumbles in enumeration*

6. Favorite soundtrack of the year The Meat Circus from Psychonauts (this tune haunted my mind for a month while I was playing the second part and actively sat in the fandom, haha) Crazy Necross from Vangers GO GO REIGEN! from Mob Psycho 100 which I just found but I love it and want to set it as my ringtone lol The whole Gris ost (the ending of the game makes me cry when I need to…), the whole Beetlejuice east… I guess that's it, heh.

7. Favorite book/manga/comic of the year Percy Jackson book series (honestly, I promise myself to still find time and read the Mark of Athena from the second cycle TwT)

8. Favorite game of the year Psychonauts 2, this game literally became the first platformer (well, in general, a game where you need to run, jump and beat enemies) that I went through completely And Little Inferno too

9. Highlight of this year to remember Entrance exams and college admissions, god it was this summer but it feels like it's been YEARS

Part 2: Community Review

10. Favorite Tumblr moments of 2022 To be honest, I haven't been as active on tumblr this year, so I have no idea what happened here in a year. That is, perhaps I know, but most likely I do not attach any importance to this.

11. Favorite fan art of the year Oh, there were two memorable fanarts that come to mind here and here

12. Favorite fic of the year Can I just say that ALL of Kanene's MP100 fics are my favorites at the moment? Like, so much so that I can't remember anything else lol

13. Favorite ask game of the year It's not like I'm involved in a lot of that, is it..? Maybe that recent fandom thing? This was fun

14. My top achievements as a writer/artist/creator/blogger The fact that I was able to get out of the shell and start interacting with really cool people from tk community, and the fact that I literally carring the mp100 fandom with my sketches, lmao

15. My own best fic/post of the year If we talk about the post that I am proud of, then this is one of the last posts with the Kageyama bros. I think I did a really good job on the poses this time

16. My most underappreciated fic/post of the year My posts are related to mp100 Beetlejuice!AU, because I want to develop this idea, but I think that people are not very interested in it

17. A post of mine that got more popularity than expected I'm still surprised by the popularity of that art with Shoritsu, which was one of my first posts on mp100 here, and probably one of my most popular posts in general…

18. Something I changed on my blog since this year Well, my blog is only a year old, so I can't say anything definitive…

Part 3: Next Year

I have such a spontaneous lifestyle that I don't have anything planned for next year huh, so I can't seem to answer the questions below…

19. Something I didn’t post this year but would like to do next year 20. Goals for next year 21. 2023 releases I look forward to the most

Part 4: Spreading Love

22. Shoutouts to people who made my 2022 a better year Well, then I'll throw everything under keep reading

@candyheartedchy, thank you for the fact that formally it was with you that my acquaintance with the existence of such a thing as s/i and f/o began! Your art is amazing and inspiring! @kanene-yaaay, I am sincerely grateful for every reblog of yours, like, this is one of the main incentives why I draw now. You are so emotional and bright, it's just amazing! @misaki-just-doodles and @we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono, yes, we haven't talked in a while, but I'm really grateful to you two for supporting my work this summer. It was a great time and I hope you are doing well! @otomiya-tickles @ssnicker-doodless @vqler @thecomfortable even if it's still a little embarrassing for me to tag you, I want to say that I admire your creativity and you are like those cool older comrades that you look at and think "I want to be like this when I grow up", thanks for that!

[skribblz]

Could you do Lee!Ojiro with someone you choose? I just want a wagging tail 😭💖💖💖

thank you for the first request since the reopen! the wagging tail idea is so cute!! I also wanna give back to the writers that contribute so much amazing content to our community, so I’ll be sprinkling in some art based off of their work!!! 

inspiration: @kanene-yaaay’s fic <3

[flames-tstuff]

I recently discovered your blog and its theme is so comforting and your art and fics are amazing <3 i'm fairly new to the community and I'm currently obsessed with My Hero Academia. I wanted to know if you'd e willing to reccomend some of your favorite tickle fanfics for that fandom to me?

Hey there!! Aaaaah thank you so much, they bring comfort to me too 😊❤ Welcome to the fam!

Oh man, where to begin? There's so much good content out there. I'll start by listing some of the blogs I follow that make MHA content (though keep in mind most of these aren't MHA-centered), so you can check them out!

@intheticklecloset

@inconveniently-placed-cactus

@august-anon

@rosileeduckie

@duckymcdoorknob

@kanene-yaaay

@kiyachi-tickles

@volleeball-bo

@made-by-jade-222

@veryblushyswitch

@heyoitsgenderconfusion

@rareficsnstuff

@chockfullofsecrets (doesn't write for MHA anymore, but the stuff they have written is wonderful)

Now for specific fics - sorry this is kind of messy, lmk if someone has an idea of how to better format it lol

@ticklishscumbag: Strawberry Milk (kiribaku) / So Intriguing (Todoroki & Bakugou) / Patterned Socks (shindeku)

kiyachi-tickles: At My Mercy (shindeku)

chockfullofsecrets: Bedridden (Midoriya & All Might) / Big Brother, Little Brother (Iida & Sero) / Having Fun (Midnight & All Might) / Underhanded (Aizawa & All Might)

@eleiidayy: Even Now (Midoriya & Iida) / Stop Breaking the Rules! (Iida & Bakugou)

intheticklecloset: Shirtless (kiribaku) / Say Mercy (shindeku) / Some Kind of Way (shindeku) / Get Some Sleep (Midoriya & All Might) / Restless (Midoriya & Iida) / Pizza Party (Shinsou & Ojiro / Villains Don't Giggle (dabihawks) / Ten More Minutes (bakudeku) / Give Up, Kacchan! (Midoriya & Bakugou) / Sensitive Wings (dabihawks)

rareficsnstuff: A Good Mentor (Shinsou & All Might) / Babysitting (Shinsou, Mirio, Eri)

duckmcdoorknob: Can I Offer A Little Help? (Midoriya & Mirio) / Guilty Pleasures (bakudeku) / In the Still of the Night (bakudeku)

made-by-jade-222: Family Fun Night (erasermic, Shinsou & Eri) / Everybody Tickle Dad! (Class 1A & All Might) / Shy Butterfly (miritama) / The Cowardly Lion's Crush (Amajiki x Reader)

inconveniently-placed-cactus: Crush (kiribaku) / Responsibility (Midoriya & Iida) / Smile For Me (bakudeku)

@otomiya-tickles: Red Riot Hour (kiribaku) / Hoodie (dabihawks) / Special Training: Aizawa; All Might

rosileeduckie: Tie Me Up In Knots (kiribaku)

@hereforthefluff: What was that? (shindeku)

@impulsively-made-tickle-blog: A Coin For A Coin (kiribaku)

@spritewrites: laundry day (kiribaku)

This feels like it's barely even scratching the surface, and I'll probably keep adding to it the more fics I think of, but hopefully this will suffice for now! I'm actually glad you asked, because I've been meaning to make a list like this for a while now. And now I have some of my favorite fics in one place :) Enjoy!

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

I promise I am doing my best!

I promise I am doing my best! by Kanene yaaay

Smol fic I wrote with the Sentence Starter [“I promise I am doing my best!”]

Hitoshi is stuck. Midoriya, as a good friend, tries to help. Emphasis on 'try'

Words: 290, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Tickly Requests

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Tickle fic, Lee Shinsou, Ler Midoriya, Ticklish Hitoshi, playful tickling, Look at them being SILLY KIDS doing SILLY THINGS and not worrying about war at all, Also feat Shinsou's capture weapon, Rip da sleepy boi, tickle, Tickling, Sfw tickling

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39331134

[kanene-yaaay]

Ya know what time is it

EXACTLY

❤️ RANDOM SUPER MARIO BROTHERS TICKLE HEADCANON'S TIME 💚

So let's go let's go:

I will forever fight for the idea that Mario is the biggest tickle monster when it comes to Luigi. Tickling him when he needs some cheering up, squeezing his sides when Luigi is feeling too nervous and need some encouraging to do a task or a little less ox anxious thoughts in his head, poking and poking and dodging from Luigi's protesting hands only to scribble on his tickle spots until he is ""convinced"" to join Mario in another adventure (he was already going to do it on the first place, but sometimes he can't help but pretend to put a bit of a grumpy fight), getting random tickle hugs just because Mario felt like a tickle monster today...

BUT

I think Luigi is the king of accidental tickles.

Sometimes he doesn't even know what he is doing! He is already very physically affectionate so it's only natural that when he pokes and prods Mario's stomach sometimes his hands will slip and hit a tickle spot without meaning to, or when he gives him a big hug and a nice squeeze his fingers will accidentally dig on his sides or he will try to give his bro an encouraging knee-squeeze it will just lay right on that place that makes Mario snort and etc etc

He doesn't even realize it, most of the time! He seems to have a hidden skill to find everyone's secret tickle spots because everyone swears that they weren't even that ticklish before knowing him the first place!

But, here is the thing: Luigi is playful, and quite determined too, especially when it comes to the people he cares about.

So he may get one or two unexpected giggles w his tickly accidents, but, the moment he realizes what is happening and why the person he is hugging is smiling and tittering? Ohhh, it's over! Rip rip

That only makes harder for Mario because the tickles are already the most unexpected as they could be and you add having to hid your surprised squeal to not activate your little bro's inner tickle monster? Good luck w that! Rip our dear Mario fr qgfwdwvwhvwfwc

Toad gives me the vibes of someone who would start tickle fight in the most unappropriate moments (like when Peach is in an important, royal meeting and can NOT start giggling non stop in the middle of it, EXCUSE me, Toad) and use his heigh and speed to NYOOOM his way out of trouble and hid behind Mario, who is more than ready to accept anyone's fight as his own and have like 50/50 of chance to help him to escape/tickle the person (especially if that person is Peach because.... her ... her giggles ♡) OR help to catch him. Toad is laughing like a gremlin the entire time XD

Anyway I can't stop thinking about them and tickles and giggles thank you for coming to my ted talk

(also.... a minute of your attention:

Mario and Luigi and cheer up tickles

that is it)

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The boy on the farthest table

Kanene’s Notes:

So, I’ve been reading all the fluff content with Dadzawa I could find and I am very surprised I didn’t manage to stumble in a Dadzawa running a Cat Café so I thought ‘h e y’ why don’t I make it??? SO here we are!!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Dadzawa and Yamadad and their relatonship can be seen as romantic, if you wish.

* This happens in the same universe as This Fanfic Here and you can also find it on AO3.

* No warnings this time!! Only fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing the manga/anime Boku no Hero.

* Something around 2.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Eat a delicious snack, sleep a bit, take care and drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                         [~*~]

Aizawa doesn’t really care about his clients more than the strictly necessary amount. He arrived where he is because of the cats and the coffee. If people paid more because he decided to mix both together and open a business with that premise than better for him.

 So, yes. Aizawa doesn’t care at all about his clients. Neither held any favorites above the others, don’t matter what Yamada tried to imply with his ‘discrete’ smug eyes and knowing grin as, for the second time today, the black haired worker narrowed his eyes at the boy sitting on the farthest table, lost in his deep thoughts as he stared intently at his notebook just like he has been doing for the past two hours, lazy scribbles fulfilling the lines in a tired, yet determined attempt to keep going.

 The owner of the Cat Café didn’t really care about what his clients did as long it didn’t annoy his cats or him.

 However, that doesn’t mean he kept himself completely oblivious of what happened at his establishment nor the persons who attended there.

Perhaps he wasn’t the most enthusiastic worker there – that is why him and Hizashi had an unspoken agreement that he would stay firm on his place making drinks and serving pastries, sometimes scaring some insufferable clients away, while the louder, social friend would focus in talking and getting the orders, – but he knew enough to not be a bad one.

 He knew that the girl with yellow bright eyes and nuts and bolts shining in between her curls liked strawberry muffins, tended to not be able to stand still for much time, and visited on Fridays, so he always kept one baked sweet hidden for her on these days.

 Just like he always recognized that tall, skeleton-like adult as soon as his form crossed the door. A client who came especially for the cats and the Jasmin tea, although always sneaked a couple and more glares to the cat-themed cookies, so he made sure to “accidentally” drop one with the donuts he always asked to go for “- a friend! He loves them but is often very busied with work… So, I thought I could try and treat him a bit after everything he already did to me!” And also, who, in the next day, came back to attempt to pay for the free cookie but was, day after day, defeat by Hizashi’s stubbornness and convincing abilities, leading the loyal client to make sure to put a generous tip on the Tip Jar as a revenge, making sure to stare intently at the pouting worker during the whole process.

 Or the young girl with red eyes full of curiosity and a tongue full of questions which him and Yamada took turns to answer, eliciting shy smiles, bright excitement and a glare full of gratitude from her older brother, who used the free time to study while she ate and played with the kittens, sometimes even falling asleep when his two friends – an extremely quiet boy with a gigantic sweet tooth and an electric smiley girl who always convinced the younger one to help her to gather the biggest amount of sleepy cats to nap on the blond teen before he wakes up in the middle of purrs and laughter - accompanied them.

 That being said, Aizawa liked to be informed and, above everything else, was good at getting the information he needed. He mastered the skill of analyzing details and understanding situations others used to ignore, making connections and arriving to conclusions that seemed foreign to others, that is why he continued to cast quick frowns and glances to the boy, doesn’t liking at all how his brain continued to run and turn, seeking for any answer or hints of what happened to him, only to get at nowhere. He was, obviously, just trying to assert the situation, which had nothing to do with the fact that the boy – always shining, always with such a bright smile every time he ordered anything – was alone on this Saturday. A not so rare occasion, since even though the café was a common place for him and his friends to meet – an occurrence impossible to ignore due how full of energy and joy and chaos and energy they all were, - he also seemed very keen to spend hours writing and studying on his own.

 However, there was something different today. Something to do with how quiet, concentrated, calm, lethargic the teenager was acting the whole time, which worrie- no, intrigued him.

 Because Aizawa wasn’t worried. Of course not. That would be illogical and preposterous. He wasn’t anything to the child, not his family, not a friend, not a relative, just the guy who grunted a one-word answer every time the younger tried to make small talk and pretend to not notice him and Hizashi trading cute cat videos and pics during the blonde’s breaks.

 Hell, he didn’t even share more words than the necessary with the green haired boy. The longest interaction they ever had was when the younger one came to him on his first time visiting the place and asked for more cat toys, since all the available ones were already being used. Which maybe or maybe not led to Aizawa leaving his friend to deal alone with the orders while he took his time to show and explain the favorite toys of every cat the green boy pointed.

 Which was, sure, only a revenge on his boisterous coworker since the aforementioned interrupted his morning nap by tripping on him on his way to the kitchen (and yes, it was Yamada’s fault for not looking at where he’s going and obviously not Shouta’s because he decided to ‘JUST FREAKING PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE IT?’) and, not content with his actions, decided to lock the other out of his own establishment,  only letting him come back after lunch and, consequently, at least five hours of sleep, leaving him on the care of Nemuri, who proceeded to tease him unmercifully for the whole length of yesterday.

 Consequently, it was only a payback, of course. The gleam on the smaller’s eyes as he took notes on a well worn out notebook and the fact that, on the next Saturday, the boy distributed all the correct toys between his friends and their favorite cats were two completely ignorable things and therefore unrelated with the quick, barely visible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth on the respective day and every time he remembered that occurrence.

 But, when a quiet sniff reached his ears, Aizawa almost felt his neck crack with how quickly he turned on the other’s direction, just in time to see the ending of the teenager’s action of wiping a few tears away. The one who definitely didn’t get enough sleep on his entire life to deal with it sensed his left eye twitch.

 That. Is. It.

 “Shouta…” Hizashi whispered behind the usual smile he plastered for the customer in front of him, nodding while writing down what she said and chipping excitedly for her to just wait a little bit to get her order, deviating his attention to his friend when she moved away to sit in one of the unoccupied tables, both taking the opportunity of having no more customers in the line to held some private words. “Do you want me to go there?” his voice was bathed in worry, because his coworker was emotional like that.

 “No.” And Aizawa didn’t know why he was so fast to answer, however he was already washing his hands, mind running, seeking to remember how other people - besides his friends, who were barely humans, - worked. “You know I hate being the cashier.”

 “Riight.” His way-too-smug-grin was fast to become a snicker when his friend aimed a kick on his shin, which he promptly dodged. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything!”

 “Your thoughts are loud. I will be right back.”

 His eyes were focused on the kid, who now was curled on his chair, chin resting on his knees as his arms firmly hugged his legs, making him look even smaller.

 Aizawa grunted, part of him feeling inclined to just drop an entire gallon of water on his head to successfully wash all his problems way, or maybe shake all the bad, lying thoughts taking over his mind and resulting in a few tears to escape what, on its turn, made a strong feeling of protectiveness, which was immediately ignored, shines on him. But Shouta knew he couldn’t act on any of those two options because it wasn’t “socially acceptable” – nor very useful, but he ignored that part, - and “problems” and “people” tended to be more complicated to help than that.

 The older sighed, kneeling on the spot before the front door where the sun passed through the window and made a perfect warm piece of floor for the big, - extremely big - messy pile of purple fluff lay and nap without a single worry in the world, not even stirring as the customers had to tiptoe around him to get in and out of the establishment.

 Shinsou hissed when Shouta first petted him, although was fast to purr louder than a machine as the human began to scratch behind his ears, going back to his peaceful sleep. He was the most calm, chill and snarky cat he has ever seen. His hobbies consisting on getting on the highest shelves to watch the entire place with a judging, tired glare and napping on people’s laps, especially when they were about to head out, which made his customers to order something else and stay for at least more fifteen minutes, not having the heart to interrupt the purple’s sleep.

 Needless to say, he and Aizawa got along just fine. Even with the animal’s habit of climbing him to nap on his shoulders and teaching the younger kittens to do the same thing, knowing very well the one with dark hair would never have the heart to put them away, the human knew he sustained a soft spot for him.

 Nemuri and Yamada liked to tease him, affirming that Shinsou was his cat form and Shouta would never admit he agreed with them.

 He also ignored the implications of that when he remembered Shinsou was one of the green haired bag of energy favorites.

 “I have a mission for you.” It was the only mumbled warning the cat had before being carefully scoped on the human’s arms, melting on the embrace, hissing, yawning and then proceeding to melt even further. Shouta huffed, amused.

 ‘Brat.’

 Another signal that the teenager was much more trapped in his mind than the normal was the fact he didn’t realize the adult coming closer, nearly jumping three feet in the air as Aizawa’s command hit him.

 “Sit correctly.”

 The teenager yelped, looking at him, at himself and then at him again, a strong shade of an ashamed red taking over his features. “O-o-of course, sir! I am sorry!” He bowed, putting his feet on the ground and straightening his back, a slight tremble on his movements making the adult frown.

 “Don’t think too much about this.” And before any protest could come out of the other’s mouth, Aizawa laid Shinsou on his legs, leading the boy to freeze completely, eyes locked on the cat, who just blinked lazily at him and started to knead his thighs, low, rumbling purrs escaping, demanding the new human as worthy.

 A barely suppressed squeal flew from the younger, who already seemed ready to cry again, although for different reasons.

 The cat café’s owner hid his amused smile by catching a kitten who approached with curiosity, petting him and proceeding to flop him on the soft, green curls. Ojiro meowed, purring and immediately attempting to eat his new environment.

 “I…” His wide, wobbly smile increased further as Shinsou butted his head on the teenager’s palm, his voice, a whisper, lapsing for a beat. “I love them.”

 There was no way for the adult to hide his snort at his words, but the Problem Child seemed unfazed with his reaction, turning to him with shiny eyes and smile.

 “Thank you so much, sir!”

 After a nod, Aizawa turned away and came back to his spot behind the counter. And if talking and taking orders when Hizashi uses part of his break to “discreetly” take a few pictures of a beaming boy smiling to the camera and pointing the cats on him to send to him later, is much more bearable than before? It has absolutely nothing to do with the young figure on the farthest table sporadically giggling as he plays with an Ojiro who is fiercely convinced he can win the battle against the red laser.

 […]

 “Excuse me, Yamada-san. I’m sorry, but my order was 476 yens and you only charged me 200.” Aizawa knew the boy was going to lose the fight the moment Hizashi only grinned and locked the cashier, completely ignoring the two pieces of paper on the other’s hand.

 “Don’t worry about it, little listener! Don’t worry! Take this as a thank you for letting Shinsou and Ojiro sleep on you for one hour, okay?”

 “B-but sir! It was no problem at all!” The way he moved to prove his point made Aizawa picture a small, energetic bunny. “I really like them and I was going to stay here longer anyway!”

 “Now, now, young boy.” Hizashi pointed a finger at him, trying and failing miserably to see or sound at least a tad chastising. “Refusing a ‘thank you’ is a serious offense, I wonder if I will need to give you a free blueberry muffin to go because of that…”

 “No!” Aizawa huffed, turning away from them and heading to the tables, taking the opportunity of how low the business was to clean and prepare them for the next customers, stopping right on his tracks, mid step as a wide, pleading glare found his. “Aizawa-san,” he shook the 276 yens at his direction, puppy eyes staring right on his soul, “please.”

 The dark-haired one scoffed, looking away from the powerful graze. “Don’t bring me into this. Fight your own battles, problem child.”

 Hizashi laughed at the pout he received in response, having pity on the loyal customer. “Okay, okay. I give. You can pay for this.” Aizawa glared at him, one eyebrow up in a non convinced expression. His friend winked, big grins as the younger turned to him, much more smiley. “With a hug.”

 Problem child seemed surprised, especially when the flamboyant employee jumped across the counter and stopped in front of him, arms open in an invitation. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” His voice was softer. “I can always accept 100 yens if you really want me to, little listener.”

 He didn’t understand the magic thing his friend always managed to do. The way he succeeded to dance around someone’s barriers, finding openings and walking through them, asking no permission to get closer yet always attentive when to stop and retreat or to talk about every or anything. The same magic he showed when they were teenagers.

 Tsuyu meowed and Aizawa kneeled down to give her attention for as long as the embrace lasted, pretending to not notice the two hugging behind him, the taller lightly swaying them while the younger relaxed, melting on the touch.

 A few seconds later the anxious bunny was bowing, thanking them and getting out with a gleam on his face, hugging happily the notebook next to his chest and petting Cloud before going away. Shouta came back to his spot, Yamada followed and the green hair disappeared on the corner.

 “We’re not adopting the Problem Child.”

 “But he already even has a nickname! Shoutaaa, it’s meant to be! And you’re already soft for him as well, don’t deny it.”

 He scoffed. “Shut up. You try to say no to those fucking puppy eyes next time.”

 “You fought well,” Hizashi patted his shoulder, his own gaze getting a dangerous, gleaming light. “Dadzawa.”

 The rarefied clients distributed across the café jumped when, between laughter and dramatics cries of pain, the blonde fell on the ground, a half pleased, half evil smile presenting itself on the shorter’s face in a flash before his impassive expression took over and he calmly continued with his usual chores, pointedly ignoring the ‘It was so worthy it’ snickered by his friend, still laid on the floor.