#but then I think of momo with red and black hair in scientist and it’s got me again

[yungchaeng]

I have to say icsm is by far my favorite mv by them especially with the lore of it which to this day still can’t figure out, but the scene with them in the plaid yellow outfits in the subway really did it in for me like they ate and left no crumbs, the cuntiest mv I fear-T

I must say…you make some good points. I Can’t Stop Me brought us some gems:

Red hair Jihyo

Every single scene that Mina was in, especially those with those sheets (looking all angelic, as she does)

Blonde hair Chaeyoung (tbh I root for any era with blond hair Chaeyoung whatsoever)

Red hair Jihyo (yes it’s worth mentioning again)

Them matching grey outfits

Yessss the subway scenes, the colour scheme in those was amazing

“Risky risky wiggy 위기”

Jeongyeon looking absolutely stunning in that golden dress

The song itself being a whole bop

(Red hair jihyo)

Also, I’m just now catching on to the fact that the end, where you don’t know what will happen to their train, is a literal cliffhanger so kudos that

[snowywolf1005]

ONE PIECE X CHIMERA READER

-Tittle-

"The truth"

In the battle of Onigashima. You transform the original chimera form, and then the evil scientist(Dr. Howl) gets your blood in the bottle and drink.

Dr. Howl transforms a gaint original chimera with red eyes, skin of black, a head of male lion. You attacked him and fell to the hole that law made while battling with big mom.

Dr. Howl fell to the lava, and you survived when kaido was defeated. The people started looking for you, even the Luffy crew, law crew, kidd crew, and (C/N).

Until they found your chimera form laying on the ground, not breathing. But your human body is inside the chimera body like Attack on Titan where people transform into titan and their body is inside.

Zoro grabbed his sword and cut your stomach, but medium. (C/N) decided to go in and find an organs that might be your body inside once she took it out, zoro cuts the organ.

But nothing, then (C/N), realize something, something that is terrible, and it's her worst nightmare. She went inside your body again and grabbed another organs.

She asked zoro to cut, and he did.

"What is this?!" Said Nami, then (C/N)

Then, a huge clump of hair bones, "did (Y/N) ate somebody?" Said Law with surprise look. "Animals that swallow their prey in whole spits out the indigestible parts at once. However, (Y/N) use it to fuel for her fire breath instead," said (C/N).

Then (C/N) found something surprisely, she put her hand inside the clump, everyone was gross out. (C/N) pull a hair, "a strand of hair! could it be..." Said yamato.

"Let's sort through it. We might find human bones." Said (C/N), everyone got some buckets and cleaned the bloody bones. Then Robin saw bloody pictures that reminded her something.

Then it hits her, "Hey, isn't that..." Robin held the picture in front of everyone. Luffy remembers the picture, and he snatches the picture. "Hey! (C/N) Look! This picture!" When luffy was about to say something.

Everyone stomach dropped when (C/N) held a skull and said something that made everyone jolt. "(Y... (Y/N)"

"No.." said momo, "(Y/N)" saying that name makes everyone just drop. Some people cried, some people looked away, and some people didn't want to look away.

But (C/N) has a plan. She got something out of her bag, a book (like thistle book from delicious in dungeon). "(C/N), what are you doing?" Ask Law, "I know a spell that brings (Y/N) back to life." She said.

Everyone looks at (C/N) has she flip the page. "What are you talking about?" Said jinbe.

"The greater the damage one's flesh, the more likely their soul is to depart. The main reason some resurrection fails is the soul's departure or the incomplete restoration of the body." She says.

"So, what do we do?"

"Bring a revivifer and resurrect her right here. But it requires twice the calories of the damaged parts to restore her. They'll need to bring a substantial amount of fresh blood and flesh along."

"But they'll rot on their way here..." But Kidd was cut off by (C/N), "I done this before, so I'll do it again." She said, "(C/N), what do you mean?" Luffy asks.

"I'll explain later, but we have an abundance of fresh blood and flesh right here." (C/N) points the chimera corps. Everyone understands now what she is about to do.

"Are you going to resurrect her? Using chimera flesh?" Chopper asks, "I've been silent about it because I didn't want to alarm you. But I specialize in the study of ancient magic that's forbidden now."

"I think using that is the only way we can bring her back." Robin wide eye realizing of what (C/N) is talking about. "Black magic? (C/N), you said that magic is dangerous if the government knows about this. Who knows what gonna happen!" Said Robin

"I know, but it way to bring my cousin back." She said, "Okay." Everyone look at luffy, "bring (Y/N) back, " he said. (C/N) nodded. She grabbed a knife and cut her hand.

(C/N) grabbed her staff and drew a mark on the ground, drew a circle of (Y/N) skeleton and the chimera corps. (She also stacks (Y/N) body skeleton to place)

After she had done, she placed her staff and said the black magic spell. "O Pillitsham. O Villaru. Casuzameo Rotokt Artumcuks."

Then everyone started to hear some whisper, making them creepy out about it.

"O Kunquikeo. Eoktum Kome. Tumao Elm Finktow Kenesfo. Aoewauk Aentujon. Tumao Elm Finktow Kenesfo."

The chimera corps blood observe (Y/N) bones and begins to form her body. "Aoewauk Aentujon..." Then (C/N) faint, "(C/N)!" Said Franky, chopper came up to (C/N) and check on her. "Don't worry, she just fainted," he said.

Law look at (Y/N) body that cover of blood, "did it work?" He said, luffy came up to (Y/N), kneel down. "(Y/N)?" Then (Y/N) eyes open, then cough, "(Y/N)!" Luffy screamed.

"Her air passage is blocked with blood." Said Chooper, "try to stay calm and spit it out." He said. (Y/N) throws up with blood, giving her a chance to breathe.

(Y/N) look at luffy and everyone else, "Guys..." She said, luffy hug her so as everyone else. Nami cried so as the others.

"Wow, you have feet now!" Luffy shouts, it's seems you know a human body, but still you can transform a chimera but half body.

Later...

"Okay, (C/N). Tells us what happened." Said Law, with luffy, kidd, and the other crews. (C/N) let out of the sigh. "Okay, I'll tell you what happens."

It was a long time ago, when (C/N) and (Y/N) was little, they love magic. (Y/N) want to be the best wizards of all. They're at the library of (C/N) store.

They're playing hide and seek. Later, when (C/N) was hiding, a book hit her on the head.

(C/N) see a book with one eye with feathers on it. She doesn't know what it is, so she took it to show (Y/N) the book. Then, (C/N) and (Y/N) were at the forest, looking for items to make spells to study.

They want to learn spell, so they can go on an adventure, but a chimera appears out of nowhere and started to attack them.

(Y/N) push (C/N) away before the chimera eats her, but chimera caught (Y/N) and ate her alive. (C/N) was horror and frustrated that he grabbed the book that she had just found.

And use the spell, then kill the chimera. Then (C/N) passed out, and when she woke up. Then she realized what had just happened. She ran up to chimera belly and cuts open with the small knife.

(C/N) search (Y/N), then found her but realized she was already dead. (C/N) flip the page of the book, searching any spell to bring her back.

Then (C/N) found the spell to bring (Y/N) to normal, she cas the spell, she read very close so she won't mess up.

Finally, (C/N) cast the spell by using chimera corps as (Y/N) corps body. When she finished it, something went wrong.

(Y/N) has the chimera lower body. When everyone realizes what just happened, the news spreads, and the government wanna lay hand on chimera (Y/N) and the black magic book.

They ordered the marine to capture them and bring to them, they did. But (C/N) use the spell to teleport her and (Y/N) somewhere else.

And started their own journey.

[aplushemporium]

It’s time for “Oops, Some Human(oid) Muses get a Poke AU” time (that isn’t arceus legends au...I WILL GET TO THAT WHEN I STOP GETTING DISTRACTED BY QUESTS)

Cards made on PokeCharms! Check out the teams after the readmore! Feel free to ask about them too, i-if you like ;w;

Alph

Not the most flattering image for him but hey, blue hair and scientist...i guess it’s him with glasses...and less pudgy. I see Alph as pudgy.

Went mostly with electric and steel types, with Leavanny being a Pikmin representative. His Voltorb would also be a Pikmin rep of sorts, with it being a Hisuian one. No known aces, but his steel types and electric types do help him on his inventing jobs. 

Ana

To be completely honest, I can’t quite pin her team down to just 6 because girl would befriend any hecking mon that comes her way, AND SHE CAN DO IT. 

But basically Don is her ace shiny fletchling, while the three after that being other creechers that she canonically knows (dog, turtle, monkey). Then we got Teddiursa because oops, @honey-and-berries-pmd​, and my inner running joke that she brought a real ass bear to kindy. And then Latias is her PokeBall counterpart from Smash. The whole swooshy across screen thing.

??? (Blue Eight)

There isn’t much known about this clone of the Dragon Quest 8 protagonist, and heck, he got no distinguishing name to himself! But his “munchie” is just a regular o’ Pigrat. Half of the team are mons who are summoned from PokeBalls in Smash. But Sliggoo and Heracross are a mystery...

Cooking Mama

Retired champion/Elite 4 member! She’s of course like, well past her 30s (as I keep thinking she is), but she has no ace as all her mons are well loved and help out in her cooking and crafting! It’s rumored her starter is Rotom, who was haunting her appliances. Oh, did we mention she didn’t start her trainerhood as a kid?

Generally went with mons who would help her in the kitchen, though Levanny is a good nod towards her maternal nature and knack of nature. Rotom usually sticks in fridge form to help store any ingredients she finds and any she needs during her travels.

Eight

Haven’t played him or half of these muses for a long time. But basically the first half of his team are for lore reasons, while the other half is related to the spells he brought to smash (electric, fire/sizzle, blizzard...wow he really didn’t learn most of the spells he has for smash. .x.

Icon is because bandanna. Love the layout!

Firefly

She has no official art but she is red haired not black haired. Only used this icon cuz the outfit. It’s a pinky red. And admittedly went with a heavy on fighting type side, and that includes the Lilligant, which is the Hisuian form. 

Ace is Pignite, based off of Chinese aesthetics, HEAT FU, and just being a fighting type. He’s also her starter! Lombre will stay Lombre forever, because no water stone and he feels too lax to evolve. Based off of the lil kappa who tosses the ball in Kung Fu Ball.

Honoka Kawai

One word, BUNNIES. She has pretty much every bunny based mon (that isn’t a legendary...I’m suspicious of you Victini), plus a shiny Bunnelby she just hatched. Her ace IS Loppuny, but she has a soft spot for her Diggersby. Also Cinccino and Wigglytuff are there for long ears (sort of bunny-eqsue) and soft soft fur. ...tbh all her mons have really luxurious fur due to great care.

The only mons in her roster who are (directly) related to each other are the Diggersby and the shiny Bunnelby. They all probably have really cutesy names. Also like...most of my muses would nickname their mons, just a fyi.

Keiko

Braids and white sweater, using her for Keiko. Her mons are generally those who are classified as white or just have smiley faces, and they will all be able to kick your arses in both battle and sports. ESPECIALLY SPORTS. Aces are Ambipom and Chatot.

Momo Taro

This buff guy got a balanced team of sorts. Three of them are absolutely based on the monkey, dog, and pheasant most Momotaros get. And the other half are mons who got sharp things...like swords...Starter is Samurott! But like his trainer, they’re really goofballs once you get past the buff exterior.

Momotaro (@panickypeachboy​)

The younger, meeker, yet sort of serious Momotaro! This is primarily based off that Pokemon AU I had for a long time, where his starters are Horsea and Klefki. Like the Momotaro above, definitely have a dog, monkey, pheasant thing going on, with Lurantis reflecting the boy’s peachy planty cutty nature. Team has really childish sounding nicknames despite the boy’s attempts at sternness.

Side note, Kingra and Lycanroc would be in their basic, unevolved forms for the longest time...and Tranquill was not a Pidove for long. But damn, Momotaro befriends tons of mons and doesn’t use Poke Balls for ‘em.

Red (Riding Hood)

Deceptively cute mons, including several canid buddies! To be honest, she’s a bit scared of her Lycanroc, but that’s what happens when you venture out with your Rockruff at night and she wanted to protect you from another, particularly infamous wolf. Corsola is nothing to sneeze at, as her icicle spears and power gems blast off quite rapidly...

Shanilla Bhagwati

*edit by @monsters-of-the-world​​!!!*

 To be honest, this may be mostly surface level, wiki based stuff: purple mons, and mons who are normal...and the mons who are are a bit...eccentric to say the least. Look, two mons who have ghosty elements! Thanks Billy!

Also I wish the Pokemon universe had more dark skinned people! >:T Glad it’s been being fixed in the newer games but...alas the limits of le card maker and older Pokemon games.

[kibybun]

What about a yandere scientist au? (Poly yanderes mha you decide). Yanderes try "altering" like Handmaid's Tale style their darling to love them but they don't realize the phrase be careful what you wish for. "Boite en argent" is a song that I think suits the darlings monologue.

Ooo! I love this idea, its dark and twisted! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Yandere Poly Todoroki and Momo x reader Science Handmaid's Tale au!

Tw: Yandere, manipulation, gore, implied rape

Enjoy!

🧪In a world where fertal women are wanted and practically inslaved, you are unfortunately fertal.

🧪You didn't have a husband, wife, or kids so atleast you didn't have to go through that pain. You didn't appreciate being stripped from your home and put through a "training" program.

🧪You made friends to whisper plans and secrets to, excited to make such good friends even though the circumstances are so grim.

🧪Of course, all wasn't so peachy. You had a hard time concealing your personality and may have lost a finger or two.

🧪But that didn't matter now, today you got assigned your "commander" as they were called. A silly named for religious cult leaders but you still went along with it. You didn't want to get your mouth sewn after all.

🧪All the girls were thrown into a car and sent off to their new homes. There you'll get your new name, have to cook, go to the store, get punished, and be held down as you're raped as a "ceremony".

🧪You wanted to fight back, to break free, to run but you know if you do the consequences would be great. You needed to think through your plan and you'll succeed.

🧪You arrive at your new home and are guided in by an Aunt. Inside you meet your commander and mistress.

🧪You peep up at them through glances as the Aunt and them talk. The commander had white and red hair split down the middle with a scar on the eye of the side with red hair, a stacotic expression resting on his face. The mistress had long black hair and grey eyes, a far too kind expression rested on her face.

🧪The Aunt introduced you as Of'Todoroki, the new handmaid of this household. Then the Aunt leaves you, saying she'll check in within the next week.

🧪Once she leaves the mistress bounces over to you, happily taking off your bonnet and introducing herself as Momo.

🧪You were shocked. They shouldn't be this nice. They should've made you go to your room or something, not greet you with smiles and warmth.

🧪It was a test. If you failed you'll be punished and sent back.

🧪You gently grab your bonnet back and thank the mistress for her kindness.

🧪Her and her husband laugh, claiming it was ridiculous how formal you were being. They then lead you to your room, Momo gushing about how adorable you looked confused as her husband stayed silent.

🧪You hated this already. If this was some sick test they wanted you to fail at they were definitely going to have to try harder. You lost fingers for your defiance, you weren't planning on losing more.

🧪You take in the dark decoration of the house. All dark colors with pictures of anatomy or something gorey decorating the place. It was disturbing.

🧪Once at your new room the mistress happily shows you all the little trinkets and decorations she had put up for you.

🧪You tell she was too kind and that you didn't deserve all of this.

🧪Fear washes over you as her eyes water and asks if you don't like if. You quickly tell her you do just you don't think you've earned or deserve this.

🧪Her husband, who you learned is Shoto, walks up and puts a hand on her shoulder. He comforts her and tells her that you're new here, you'll adjust and it'll all be good.

🧪Then he looks at you, cold eyes unreadable. He tells you exactly what your thinking. It wasn't a test. They prefer to have someone they can connect with rather than treat as an emotionless slave.

🧪He tells you to apologize to Momo. You do, sincerely and full heartedly. You still didn't fully trust the "equality" side of their kindness but maybe it was an opportunity to escape.

🧪She wipes her tears hugs you, something that you had had in such a long time. You almost hug back before she pulls back and says she'll call you when dinner is ready.

🧪She leaves but the commander stays. He pats your head in a way you can't understand and says he understands if it takes some time to adjust, then he walks away.

🧪You listen as their conversation and footsteps fade. You were alone now. You take this chance to look around at the other gorey pictures hung up in your new room, the little trinkets scattered around the room, and the bed that looked so much more comfortable than any other bed you've seen since your time here.

🧪You wanted to explore your room more, maybe even some other places in the house, but as soon as you layed on the bed you passed out. Pathetic but it was the best sleep you've had in months.

🧪You wake up to Momo's voice cooing in you ear with Shoto's farther away. You didn't have to open your eyes to know they were right next to you.

🧪Your face must've twitched letting them know you're now awake because they started laughing, saying it was cute you were just letting them gush over you like this.

🧪You try to sit up but they stop you, arms wrapping around you with Momo's face right in front of yours. She stares at your face with a smile that was, again, to warm and sweet for a place like this.

🧪She tells you that you didn't come down when she called for dinner so she sent Shoto to fetch you. They were so surprised to find such a cute sight! You all curled up and sleeping warmed their hearts and made them so happy!

🧪You tense as you feel the commander's breath on the back of your neck as he agrees with his wife.

🧪They slowly start asking you about yourself as they continue to hold you there. Your old name, what you did for a living, your favorite foods, colors, etc. You answered all of them hesitantly, unsure if this was allowed but you went along seeing how happy they were when you did answer.

🧪Yoh were about to answer how many siblings you had when Shoto let you go, standing and pulling you up with. He tells the two of you that diners probably already cold.

🧪Momo jumps up and says she'll go reheat it. leaving you with Shoto.

🧪He looks at you and tells you that all you need to do is remember your manners and be nice, then your life her will be paradise. Then he walks away, signaling for you to follow.

🧪That's how everyday went. You woke up with one or both of them cuddling you. Then you'd get dressed and eat breakfast before one of them drags you off to help them work or just to smother you. You help make lunch and they switch you off so the other has equal time with you. You help make dinner and finally gets time to yourself, allowing you to plan your escape.

🧪Though, they treated you so well even if they were a tad bit clingy. You knew that no other house was as nice. On one of the off occasions they send you to the store you ran into one of your friends, now Of'Bakugo. She did something wrong, she wouldn't talk about what, and had her ear blown off with her commander's quirk.

🧪You were lucky indeed.

🧪Well, untill it was time for the ritual.

🧪How could you let yourself trust them? You were stuck in a place where they raped people for children then tossed them aside, why did you think you were different?

🧪The whole time you tried to picture yourself somewhere, anywhere, else but they kept bringing you back with cooing in your ear or actually touching you.

🧪Hands touching everything, face being caressed and kissed upon. You hated it so much. It reminded you that everything was fake, that you needed to escape.

🧪After that night everything shifted. You no longer wanted to comply to their polyamorous dream. You wanted to either be treated like how you were trained to be so you had more time to plan your escape or to just be free.

🧪They absolutely despised this. They continue to try and treat you like their little girl or Momo treating you like a little kid.

🧪Momo was someone to worry about. Mainly because if she cries to her husband you'd get punished.

🧪You didn't let her spoin feed you breakfast while Shoto worked, causung her to start to cry. He stormed out of his office and smacked you out of your chair. You had a bruise on your face for a few days after.

🧪Shoto didn't mind your distance though. He only wanted you to be nice to Momo and keep your manners. He doesn't seem like the type to fear but he certainly was.

🧪They were growing desperate for your presence, your love, your sas, your anything at this point. They tried so many physical punishments, they never could part with you longer than an hour or so.

🧪They turned to adding more "rituals" into the month, wanting to feel close to you again. You didn't want that. You tried to fight back in subtle ways.

🧪Mainly not looking at them at all.

🧪Oh, how it hurt to be neglected by someone you wanted to be loved by. If you didn't want to look at them why should you be able to look at anything else?

🧪All it took was holding you down and carefully pouring in the yellow acid. The neighbors flinched and tensed at the thought of how you were being punished due to the unsettling screams they heard.

🧪All you could see was color now. Though, that was still a difficult task. You made sure to looks at their blurry colors whenever they so desired.

🧪But you were still determined to escape, not fall back into their trap.

🧪Their punishments slowed though. They didn't like seeing you in pain, they wanted to see you smile. Plus they were planning something different.

🧪They were both skilled neurologists so why don't they just make you love them? It'd save the painful nights of trying to train you to love them.

🧪While you slept they carefully brought you to the lab, making sure you were asleep.

🧪They were careful not to take off too much hair as they cut through your scalp and proceed to crave their way into your skull. They start picking out parts of you brain, merely molecules, and sew your head up. This was a long process after all.

🧪Everynight they crack open your skull and rewrite what they want. Your skull will neck be the same but they plan on replacing the broken bits with a metal plate anyway.

🧪When you wake up in the mornings Momo or Shoto are always there to greet you, feed you, and ask how you're feeling. It you said or even made a hint of discomfort they'd instantly shove pills in your mouth. It helped dull the pain but it didn't mask the disoriented feeling that lingered.

🧪You slowly forgot your life before. Job, friends, your old name, even what you look like. All you could see was the colors of you. You only knew commander Shoto and mistress Momo. You remember all the things they did to you but it was out of love right? They just love you that much right?

🧪It took four months to get the results they wanted. You wanting to be aroynd more, slowly showing more affection, even holding their hands or kidsing their cheecks. It was every they wanted and more.

🧪They didn't know you were watches them sleep, smelling them. Caressing a pair of scissors before cutting off small locks of hair which was a particularly tricking task, but you only managed to cut yourself thankfully.

🧪You collected so many things from the loves of your life, keeping them in a silver box hidden in the wall. It was a small hole in the closet that you hid it in.

🧪You only had hair, spit, and other bodily things but a whole new world opened up for you when you for the anesthetics they used. Now you have teeth, blood, and the taste of their skin you'll always cherish.

🧪They only notice when they see love bites along their bodies along with teeth missing. They slowly grow aware of the blushed looks you give them, how you shake as you try and touch them, how they always feel watched now.

🧪They enjoyed your affection but it scared them. They didn't want you to get upset or get executed so they were stuck. You finding new things to take from them while they slept, leaving horribly stitched lines across their bodies.

🧪They saw their deaths coming due to your horrible medical practices along with you trying to take organs now. Momo pleaded with Shoto, begging he didn't hurt you but you were killing his wife. He loved you but she mattered more.

🧪Just a simple injection, you deserved a painless death in their eyes.

🧪They recover, fixing each other's cuts and heal their broken hearts. You were their favorite handmaid they've had so far.

🧪But the past was the past, and they wanted a family.

🧪The doors open and another trained girl walks in, head raised this time. They adjusted to the household faster than you did.

🧪"Welcome home Of'Todoroki."

Kiby~💚

[vannahfanfics]

The Wonder of Small Things

Category: Mild Romantic Fluff

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Momo Yaoyaorozu, Yosetsu Awase

Additional Tags: Mermaid AU

Hey guys, I’m still riding my MomoWase train LOL… This one is in accordance with @bnhabookclub‘s MerMay event, inspired by the prompt “It’s all right. Come here.” Happy reading, and thanks again to @bnhabookclub for hosting this event and accepting me into the server ^.^ I’m having so much fun already!

The early morning air was cool on Yosetsu’s skin as he tromped down the worn dirt path leading to the rocky shore, his cast nets slung over his shoulder. The clinking of the attached metal weights was the only sound in these pre-dawn hours; the sea birds were just beginning to blink sleep away from their beady black eyes and ruffle their feathers to shake away the dew that clung to them like diamond beads. There was that, and the scraping of his worn soles on the even more worn dirt of the path carrying him down to the sloshing sea.

Soon the earthen incline gave way to slick, salty rocks against which the frothing white waves continuously crashed in an endless melody. A wooden dock jutted out into the dark waters, secured to the last bit of earth before the rocky shore. The path Yosetsu traveled suddenly veered level to snake alongside the collection of smooth rocks, but rather than following it just yet, he carefully picked his way a few feet down the precarious shoreline. Mouth drawn into a taut line of concentration, he poked each rock firmly with the toe of his boot to ensure it would not dislodge before setting his full weight against it. In doing so, he gradually approached the thick brown mud barely visible at the base of the rocky slope. Just above the rolling waves, he stopped, setting a hand on his hip and gazing intently at the horizon. A smile crept up his lips as the first tinge of red began to bleed into the indigo sky, slowly following by the burning yellow sun.

Yosetsu always watched the sunrise before setting out to sea. He viewed it almost as a good-luck ritual at this point, a prayer for a plentiful catch. Besides, the sunrises off the rocky shore downhill from his solitary, modest cabin were more beautiful than that you could see from the grandest mansion, at least in his eyes. He loved the way the red, orange, and yellow spilled forth into the sparkling waves like paint poured over a canvas, bleeding together in colorful harmony. At the same time, it spread upwards into the black ink of the sky, like a battalion of soldiers forcing back the terrible demons of the night from whence they came to return light to the world. The golden-white sun bloomed on the horizon like a trembling bubble, ready to burst at any moment with energy but never doing so. Yosetsu’s smile grew with every inch the sun traveled up the blanket of night, marveling black turning into brilliant blue. As soon as the sun detached itself from the horizon with one final flicker, he then turned to pick his way back up the slope and tromp down the remainder of the path to the dock where his humble fishing vessel was moored. The sunset was beautiful, but a young man had a job to do, after all.

The little boat moaned and groaned as the waves playfully tossed it about. The white canvas sail flapped languidly in greeting at him. Yosetsu tossed his casting net into the boat before grabbing the mooring rope to untie it. Once he removed it from the post, he tossed it into the ship as well and carefully eased one leg into the boat. It rocked precariously with the addition of his weight, drifting closer to the dock; after taking a moment to ensure his balance was sufficient, he swiftly pushed off from the pier and drew his other leg into the small vessel. The force pushed the boat away from the wooden structure and out into the waves. Yosetsu grabbed a little paddle and stuck it into the water, then began to row out to sea.

His boat was little more than a dinghy fit for two, so he did not row far- only to where the water was about fifteen feet deep or so, with the land still clearly in view. He hefted up his anchor and tossed it into the water; in plunked into the waves with a tremendous splash before plummeting the short distance down to the seafloor, where it sunk into the thick mud and probably startled some scuttling crabs or perhaps disgruntling a flounder. Yosetsu picked up his casting net and spread it out with both his arms, hooking some of the salty thin rope with his teeth. With practiced movements, he then flung the net about a yard into the water. The heavy weights sewn into the rope caused the thin and light material to sink rapidly down into the depths and hopefully trap a collection of nice fish and crustaceans within the spiderweb-like netting. Once the tension slacked in the string in his hand, he swiftly reeled it in.

Water cascaded from the net as he hauled it over the side and splashed around as the trapped fish fearfully flapped about. Yosetsu grabbed one of the metal ten-gallon-buckets that stocked the boat and scooped some seawater into it before loading the acceptable fish from his haul into it. It seemed his daily ritual had again borne fruit; the net contained several sizeable crabs and a nice, fat trout, perfect for roasting over a crackling fire. He had only just begun, but he still grinned to himself at the possibility of a haul so good he could take a day off.

Yosetsu continued fishing until the sun had reached its highest point. By this time, he had stripped off his loose cotton shirt; the hot rays made the thin sheen of sweat glimmer on his tanned skin not unlike the light playing over the water. He had five ten-gallon buckets filled to their brims with a various assortment of fish and other sea creatures. He grinned as his eyes swept over the impressive haul, his mind whirling of the various ways he could salt and season and grill them over the next few days. Two-thirds of his catch he was going to take into town to sell to the local fish merchant and earn himself a pretty penny. Could probably get myself some new boots, he thought as he wiggled his big toe, watching the pink flesh and dirty toenail poke through the frayed leather.

There was a little more room in the last bucket, so Yosetsu decided to try his luck with one more cast. He flung the net out into the water and waited for it to sink to the muddy bottom, holding the string tight in his hand. His eyebrow quirked when he the thin rope lurched some in his grip. He grinned, thinking he had caught himself a nice fat monster fish. However, the string then lurched violently in his grasp, making him cry out and stumble over to the edge of the boat. He planted the sole of his boot on the edge and leaned back at a forty-five-degree angle, gritting his teeth as he gripped the rope tight with both hands.

“Nuh-uh. You’re not getting away from me, dinner!” he grunted through clenched teeth. The rope dug into the calloused flesh of his palms to tear away the roughened skin and bite the soft, vulnerable layer underneath. It began to burn terribly, and smears of red blood began to appear on every inch of the gray-white nylon he tugged back, but he refused to let go. His eyes went as wide as saucers as a massive, glittering red tail began to thrash at the surface of the water. He began to whoop and holler with glee. “Well dammit if that ain’t the biggest redfish I’ve ever seen!” he howled. The crimson scales gleamed in the white sunlight, sparkling like millions of fine-cut rubies. The shade was a bit vermillion to be a redfish, and he couldn’t spot the signature brown circular mark that identified the species, but if it wasn’t a redfish, then what the hell was it?

As it turned out, it was not a redfish.

Yosetsu went slack-jawed as the gigantic tail disappeared under the water, only to be replaced with the upper half of a human woman. She tugged aggressively at the white nylon netting twisted snug around her body, but her fine fingernails had no chance of rending the thickly woven rope. She had thick black hair that was voluminous even with the water streaming from the strands in rivulets, and pretty black eyes that shone like onyx pearls in her pale white face. He gawked at her shamelessly, the rope loosening in his hands from the shock. “A mermaid,” he breathed when his tongue finally decided it wanted to work, “I caught a fucking mermaid.”

Her head snapped to him once he spoke. Her gaze dropped to the thread of rope connecting the net proper to himself, and he hastily tightened his grip again lest she decide to try and spring away. Her eyes slowly trailed back up to his face; they were hard, calculating, distrusting… but gleaming with the tiniest bit of curiosity. Yosetsu flushed a little under her unyielding stare and bit down hard on his lip as he contemplated what exactly he should do.

Mermaids were urban legends, fairy tales, the subject of raucous sea shanties- yet here he was with one tangled in his cast net! If he hauled her in and showed her off in the nearby town, he was almost guaranteed to skyrocket into the highest tax bracket. He could sell her off to a zoo or a scientist or even the government for millions, and boom! No more hovel on the seaside, no more slaving in a dinghy to drag in fish all day- he’d be lounging in a hammock sipping piña coladas out of coconuts surrounded by pretty girls in bikinis! He giggled languorously at the colorful fantasy. Yet, when he looked back at the beautiful mermaid staring silently at him, the dream bubble burst over his head.

Guilt began to burn like acid in the back of his throat. What was he thinking? She was a living creature, no different than he. With her tail suspended below the water, it was like he was looking at a human girl. How dare he fantasize about profiting off her misery? He tried to ignore the whispers of dollar signs in his ears as he slowly crouched down, beckoning her over with a hand. “It’s all right. Come here.”

She tilted her head to the side as she eyed him warily. He couldn’t blame her; mermaid horror stories probably consisted of terrible tales of what humans would do if she were ever caught. Smiling gently like he would at a stray dog, he beckoned her again. “I promise I won’t hurt you. That netting must hurt, right? Lemme untangle you.” The mermaid hesitated for a moment, then slowly swam up to the edge of the boat. The waves had calmed down since early morning, so now he could see her vermillion tail gliding just underneath the surface; wispy pinkish-red fins adorned the scaly body. It seemed she even had a flair for fashion, as she had strings of colorful glass bits and dark green kelp wrapped around her midriff like a belt with lines of them trailing down around her like a shredded skirt. He was so busy staring at the interesting garment that he hadn’t noticed she had leaned up to rest her arms on the edge of the boat- that is, until she coughed politely right in his ear.

He scrambled back too fast and landed on his rump, rocking the boat tremendously. She giggled cutely at him, bobbing up and down with the boat’s movement. With pink cheeks, he straightened his headband and crawled back to the other side of the vessel to sit on his knees in front of her. When he procured his pocketknife, her dark eyes flickered to the chipped blade before looking at him nervously. “It’s all right. I’ll be careful not to cut you. I just don’t think I can untangle you with how much you thrashed around,” he explained softly. He waited until she nodded slowly in acknowledgment before getting to work.

He started with the netting around her chest. Due to her whipping and flapping around, most of the net had wound itself around her middle. It was drawn painfully tight, digging into her supple white skin, and there was a faint wheeze in her breaths as she struggled to breathe with the tightness. Yosetsu wormed the tip of his index finger beneath the thin rope to pull it up enough to slip the blade under, careful not to nick her, and slice through the nylon. He tried not to think about how expensive that net had been and how he would probably have to forgo new boots in favor of purchasing a new one. At least I got a good haul today, he lamented with a wry smile.

Once he had cut through a good portion of the netting around her middle, the mermaid released a long sigh of relief. Her body sagged down into the water a little and she drank in a few heavy breaths; Yosetsu waited patiently for her to recover from the strain, as he was sure it had been uncomfortable for her, then began to work at the netting around her neck. That was the most painstaking part, as he had to be exceptionally careful not to cut the artery or vein there. She craned her chin up as he diligently worked, but her black eyes remained fixed on him the entire time. It was quite daunting, actually, and a faint blush remained on his cheeks throughout the entire ordeal.

“Here we go,” he smiled as he pulled the loose netting over her head. For a second, he thought of the way a groom removed a veil from the face of his bride, and his blush darkened to a plum color. The mermaid seemed not to notice, for she was smiling giddily and shaking her cascades of black hair away from the clinging strands of the net. The afternoon sun had dried her hair out considerably, making it shine like threads of obsidian. Transfixed, Yosetsu could not help but reach out to touch it; it was incredibly soft against his fingertips, despite the incredible amount of salt it came into contact with daily. The mermaid didn’t shy away, only watched him with a blank expression. “Sorry,” he stuttered when he realized what he was doing and snatched his hand away. “It’s just, um, really pretty.” His heart thumped in his chest at the happy smile she gave him. She hadn’t said a word yet, so who knew if she even knew what he was saying? She was probably just reacting for his benefit.

He motioned for her to roll onto her side, and she did so, exposing that giant vermillion tail to his awaiting eyes. Rubies, he thought again as he beheld the magnificent appendage. He leaned over the edge of the boat to begin cutting at the netting. It was much less careful work due to the healthy hardness of her scale, so he finished quickly. With a small sigh, he dragged the last of the ruined netting from her body and deposited it in the small fishing boat. With his back turned, he fully expected her to disappear beneath the water and swim away into the depths, never to return. He frown when he heard no splashing, however, and turned back to see her still there. She had her chin propped up on her arms and was just gazing at him with a tiny smile.

“Um… I’m done now. You can go now if you want to,” he told her awkwardly. Her smile widened, and for the first time, she spoke.

“What’s your name?” The question threw him for a loop; really, at this point he thought her to be mute, or at least incapable of human language.

“Y-yosetsu Awase,” he stammered quickly. “What about you?” he asked and edged a little closer to her. “Do you have a name?” She made a series of clicking and chirping sounds that he supposed was merfolk language. He had no idea of how even to begin replicating it, so he just gave her a crooked smile. “Uh, that’s, uh, a pretty name.” She giggled airily and pulled herself up so that they were now eye-level. Her face was only a few inches from his. He could kiss her if he wanted to. Stop that, he scolded his shameless unconscious.

“You didn’t understand that, did you?”

“No. Absolutely not. Not a word.” She giggled again. He found himself smiling at how beautiful her laugh was. It reminded him of the bells ringing in the docks of the city harbor as they signaled the morning sail of the shrimp and charter boats. Her body bobbed up and down with the waves, occasionally bringing her face a few centimeters closer to his. Her black eyes continuously searched his expression, but he knew not what she was searching for.

“Well, then… Why don’t you give me a human name?”

One hears thousands of names in their lifetime, but as he gaped at her, he could not even think of one. Subconsciously, he glanced down and spied the peachy-pink color of her wispy fins.

“How about… Momo?”  

“Mo-mo?” she echoed inquisitively. He flushed, thinking she found it ridiculous, but then she flashed him a toothy grin. “I like it. You may call me Momo, Yosetsu Awase.”

“You can just call me Yosetsu,” he corrected her quickly. When she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, he quickly explained, “Humans have two names, a first and a last. Humans usually only call each other by one, so… You can call me Yosetsu.” He figured it would be too much trouble to explain the intricacies and manners of given and surnames, so he just elected to keep things simple. She smiled cutely at him.

“All right, then… Yosetsu.” The conversation died, but not uncomfortably so. Yosetsu very much liked just looking at her. She really was a magnificently splendorous creature, and he couldn’t believe that thirty minutes ago, he was considering selling her off to the highest bidder.

She poked around his boat a little, inquiring about the various tools and such he carried with him. He found her delight and curiosity to be more refreshing than the briskest sea breeze and smiled all the while. She was like a charmed young child, entranced by even the most mundane of human artifacts. He gave her a cowrie shell that he had fished in with his net, and she reclined back in the water to watch the light play over its brown-striped surface with the purest look of rapture he had ever seen. It reminded him of how much he really took for granted in day-to-day life. How had the wonder of all the small things in the world just dissolved away? Although, he thought wryly, I do have my sunrises.

“Momo.” She looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Will you… come back tomorrow morning? Before the sun rises?”

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The early morning air was cool on Yosetsu’s skin as he tromped down the worn dirt path leading to the rocky shore, but he didn’t have his cast net with him this time. The scraping of his worn soles on the even more worn dirt was the only sound in these pre-dawn hours; the sea birds were just beginning to blink sleep away from their beady black eyes and ruffle their feathers to shake away the dew that clung to them like diamond beads. There was that, and Momo’s greeting floating on the sea breeze from the shoreline.

Like every morning, Yosetsu ignored the veer in the dirt path to instead pick his way down the slick collection of rocks to stop just short of the splashing waves. Momo lay with her upper half sprawled over a large, flat stone with her black hair gathered over her shoulder, and the milk-white skin of her mostly bare back gleamed like limestone in the moonlight. Her crimson tail floated on the surface of the water behind her, those delicate pink fins rippling like fine silk in the swilling waves. “Good morning,” he smiled as he came to a stop beside her.

“Hello. What is it you wanted me to see?”

“Just be patient,” he instructed her breathily as he eased himself into a sitting position on the flat but slimy-wet rock. He eased off his boots and socks and set them aside so he could dip his bare feet into the cool water. He dug his toes into the goopy brown mud with a contented sigh, then looked over as Momo swam a little closer to him. She was eyeing him curiously, like he was going to bring out something at any moment. “Just look at the horizon,” he ordered, punctuating it with a point of his index finger. She blinked but obediently did as he asked, reclining against the rocks and staring out at the point where sky met sea. A smile crept up his lips as the first tinge of red began to bleed into the indigo sky, slowly following by the burning yellow sun, and he looked at her to see her eyes gradually widening.

The red, orange, and yellow spilled forth into the sparkling waves like paint poured over a canvas, bleeding together in colorful harmony. At the same time, it spread upwards into the black ink of the sky, like a battalion of soldiers forcing back the terrible demons of the night from whence they came to return light to the world. The golden-white sun bloomed on the horizon like a trembling bubble, ready to burst at any moment with energy but never doing so. Yosetsu had seen this image countless mornings; it had been burned into his mind like a brand, so he did not need to look at it that morning to marvel. No, instead, he marveled at the gorgeous mermaid beside him as she beheld her first sunrise. Her pink lips parted with an awed gasp while her black eyes shone gold as they caught the first rays of the morning sun. So enraptured was she that she didn’t even smile; she just stared at the sun as it inched up the sky, until with one final flicker it detached itself from the horizon to rise into the brilliant expanse of blue.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she whispered. He raised an eyebrow as a tear leaked out of her eye and rolled down her cheek. He wondered if he had been so moved the first time that he saw the sunrise. Probably not, because unlike Momo, he took the wonder of the small things for granted. She turned to him with a beaming, grateful smile so big it made her eyes scrunch up a little. “Thank you, Yosetsu. I’ll never forget this moment, never.” He blushed at the solemnness of her vow and scratched at the back of his head bashfully.

“Well… If you want to… You can see it every morning. The sunrise, I mean. I do it every day before I go out to sea.”

“Then I’ll be here every morning waiting for you,” she promised. He gave her a lopsided grin. She pulled herself up onto the rocks so that they were eye-level. Her face was only a few inches from his. He could kiss her, if he wanted to- and oh, how he wanted to. Her eyes flickered down to his lips as he experimentally leaned in a little closer. She did not retreat from his advance, only gazed invitingly at him with those eyes like black pearls.

“You know somethin’, Momo?” His breath ghosted over her face, and his lips hovered mere millimeters from hers.

“What?” The word was but a whisper, a flitter of wind against his mouth.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes fluttered shut as he closed the minuscule distance and gently pressed his mouth to hers. His hands found her waist, just above the junction of ruby scales to skin covered by strings of glass shards and kelp wrappings, and tenderly caressed the soft flesh still gleaming with seawater. He only held the kiss for a mere moment, as fleeting as the crash of a wave against the shore. When he pulled back, her onyx eyes glittered as she smiled sheepishly and cupped his wind-roughened cheek in her hand. There, in the space where sky met sea met land, Yosetsu again marveled the wonder of all the small things in the world and was thankful.

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The Last Embers- A MHA Fanfic - Chapter One

Hello. This is my first MHA fanfic and its a AU. I hope y’all like it (or not. that’s cool too.) This is based off a idea I wrote about for my Intro to Creative Writing class almost four years ago and I thought it would be cool to apply this to MHA.

Summary: Less people in the world are being born with Quirks and those that have Quirks begin to lose them between the ages of 25-30. This has caused the decline of Pro Heroes and Villains. Those that graduated from Class A at U.A. have turned 25 and are beginning to witness the decline of their Quirks. How will they cope and how will it affect their relationships? Meanwhile, Izuku searches for the next successor of One For All, even when he's told its pointless... 

Chapter One: Love Like This; Kirishima & Kaminari Part I

Chapter Summary:  Kirishima wakes up one morning to find his Quirk has disappeared.

Read it on AO3 too...There’s some notes on the AU as well.

Enjoy! The chapter is below the cut :)

December 11

The first thing Kirishima Eijirou did when he woke up was activate his Quirk. His alarm would ring incessantly, then he’d sit up straight in bed and harden his arms and hands. Almost two months after his twenty-fifth birthday he hadn’t felt any different, but he made it a point to check just in case. He was still an active Pro Hero. He joined Amajiki Tamaki’s pro hero agency, when he started it three years ago. It was in the same area as Fat Gum’s agency and Kirishima had joined eagerly, thankful to be working with his senpai.

But there was the realization that he wouldn’t be a Pro Hero for long.

Bakugou had chastised him for not opening up his own hero agency instead. There wasn’t much time left for him. So, Kirishima had planned to open up his own as soon as possible and make sure his name was known before losing his Quirk. He was thankful to be ranked number eight on Japan’s Hero Billboard Chart last year with his other classmates.

This morning, when his alarm sounded, Kirishima didn’t automatically sit up in bed. He opened his eyes slowly, letting the sound of the alarm wash over him. The sun wasn’t filtering through the window like most mornings. He felt a sense of dread. Something wasn’t right.

Kirishima sat up in bed, turned off his alarm and stared at his hands. He tried to activate his Quirk.

Nothing happened. His slightly tanned skin remained still.

He waited a couple of minutes before trying again.

Nothing.

The realization didn’t hit him all at once. He leaned back until his head touched the wooden surface of his bed’s headboard. Kirishima thought back to the first day he activated his Quirk, and how surprised he was when he realized he cut himself. He thought back to how in middle school he became inspired by the Crimson Riot and his best friend, Ashido Mina. Bakugou and Kaminari flashed in his mind, from their practical exams to enjoying their youth. He remembered the little shock Kaminari gave him when they hugged, something Kirishima hadn’t felt for a long, long time.

Kirishima didn’t notice the hot tears that streamed down his cheeks. He reached for the cellphone on his nightstand. He had a couple of messages from Seto and Ashido, but he didn’t bother checking them. He went through his contacts and dialed a number.

“Hello?” A tired voice answered.

“Hey, Amajiki-senpai. Can I talk to you for a sec? I have some bad news.”

---- --- -- December 14

They were throwing a retirement party for him. Kirishima Eijirou was twenty-five years old, number eight on the Hero’s Billboard Chart, and he was retiring at age twenty-five. Amajiki had cried when Kirishima told him the news, and told him that it was unusual for Kirishima not to notice his Quirk was disappearing.

Kirishima had heard from other Pro Heroes about how there was a steady decline of their Quirks powers until they couldn’t even activate it. Kirishima had just used his Quirk the day before it disappeared and he hadn’t noticed anything unusual about it.

Well, everyone was different. The scientists studying the decline of Quirks in the human body constantly came out with new studies about the different ways Quirk declination could occur. Recently, they said there were a few people who admitted to losing their Quirk suddenly without warning. And despite the age range being from twenty-five to thirty, there were people younger than that who had lost their Quirks.

Before the party, Kirishima went to the park near his apartment. He sat on the bench and watched a few middle schoolers play soccer. He pulled his red scarf tighter. It was cold, but Kirishima didn’t mind. He had felt numb and empty the past three days, and the bitter cold was a reminder that he was still here.

Kirishima felt weird being out in public and no one recognized him. He returned his hair back to its natural state, black. It was no longer spiked up, instead falling to his shoulders. He wondered if Amajiki would recognize him when he arrived.

After telling Amajiki about the loss of his Quirk, Kirishima cried. It wasn’t manly at all, but he felt that he had the right to mourn his Pro Hero career and his Quirk. All his life Kirishima knew that he would lose his Quirk, but nothing could prepare for the moment it actually happened. Kirishima had come up with a weird analogy for it back in high school.

It was like death. Everyone dies and everyone knows that it will happen.

Then the person you love, your classmate, your parents die. You know it's going to happen and you’re not prepared? Why isn’t anyone actually prepared for when it happens? Is it just the shock when it happens unexpectedly? Maybe if everyone knew the date and time they would lose their Quirk or when a loved one died then the shock would disappear then.

Kaminari liked his analogy while Bakugou claimed he was thinking too much into it.  Kirishima noticed that Bakugou had looked bothered by it, but he never said anything to him about it.

Well, now was as good a time as any to tell his friends that he lost his Quirk. He was the second person in their class to lose it. Kirishima sent a text via group message about how he lost his quirk and that he was on the way to his retirement party.  And to make the mood light, he added a lot of “lol” and “lmao” (with extra o’s). He didn’t want to see everyone’s reactions just yet, so he put his phone on silent.

---- -- ---- Thirty minutes later, Kirishima arrived at Amajiki’s Pro Hero Agency. He poked his head in and found that no one was at the front. In fact, the agency was completely dark. “Hello? Anyone here?”

No answer. Kirishima assumed the party would be held in the meeting room. He walked to the meeting room, which was in the back of the agency. He knocked on the door but didn’t hear anything. Kirishima opened the door and jumped when two confetti poppers went off in his face.

“Surprise, Kirishima!” Ashido screamed.

The lights turned on and Kirishima’s UA classmates, Amajiki, the receptionists and interns were clapping for him. There were streamers and balloons around the room, and a three tiered chocolate cake was in the center of the room.

“Everyone!” Kirishima cried. He hated to be crying again, but he was so happy. “I just sent that message--How did you get here so fast?”

“Dumbass,” Bakugou said as he approached him. Izuku trailed along.

“Amajiki-senpai gave us a call. He wanted to surprise you and asked us to keep it a secret that we knew.” Izuku exclaimed.

“Do you know how surprised we were when we got that long message from you?” Uraraka laughed. “We were here setting up the whole time.”

“Sorry about that, Kirishima,” Amajiki said. “I thought you might want to see your friends.”

“No, thank you! Thank you very much!” Kirishima cried. “I’m so happy right now.”

“Speech! Speech!” Ashido called.

Everyone stood around Kirishima, waiting for him to make a speech. Kirishima hadn’t even thought about making a speech. What was one supposed to say when they lost their Quirk anyway?

“Uh,” Kirishima began. “First, thanks for coming out. I know how busy you must be.” Kirishima’s eyes scanned the crowd, looking for Kaminari.

He wasn’t there.

“It was a quite a shock to wake up a few days ago and find that my Quirk no longer worked. But even so, I’m thankful for my time at U.A. and the wonderful friends I made along the way. I was a Pro Hero for seven years. I accomplished my dream. Thank you for coming out today!”

Everyone clapped, then Kirishima was pulled into a multiple group hugs. Momo gave him a bouquet and Iida gave a small speech as well about how proud he was to be Kirishima’s classmate and friend. He talked to Todoroki, Izuku, Hagakure about their work. Sero and Tokoyami had given him some expensive wine.

The party was not as bad as Kirishima thought. A few of the interns cried and asked for pictures and autographs. It was the last time Kirishima would be the Red Riot, so he obliged. The chocolate cake Amajiki ordered was fantastic, and he was on his third slice when he noticed Bakugou leaning up against the wall by himself.

“Always the loner, huh?” Kirishima asked as he sauntered up to him.

“Shut up,” Bakugou said. It was light hearted. He lightly punched Kirishima in the arm. Both of them leaned against the wall and watched the party goers. “So, tell the truth.”

“Truth about what?”

“About losing your Quirk. How do you really feel?” There it was. A rare time where Bakugou was showing his true feelings. He had mellowed out slightly ever since graduation. He still wouldn’t hesitate to call someone a dumbass or yell at them, but it wasn’t as often. It still took Kirishima by surprise when he asked him about his feelings. The last time he did that was when Kaminari had left town three years ago.

“Honestly, it really sucks. I wish I had just a few more years. I think everyone at least wants to keep their Quirk until their thirty, but that isn’t the case for everyone. I’m glad I was born with a Quirk, but now I feel like I lost an important part of myself.” Kirishima picked up a piece of chocolate and plopped it into his mouth. “So, now I just need to readjust.”

“How are you going to do that?”

“I still want to save people. The fire department is having training sessions and classes. It’s still a hero type job,” Kirishima explained. He studied Bakugou’s expression. He seemed...solemn.

“Hey, is something--” Kirishima was cut off by Ashido yelling at him.

“Come on. We’re going to take a class picture!”

“What? But Jirou, and Kaminari aren’t here!” Kirishima protested.

“It’s fine. This isn’t the last time we’re going to meet up anyway. Come on!”

After taking pictures, eating more food, and playing a lively game of charades, the party ended. Kirishima bid goodbye to his classmates and they promised to meet again soon. He wished he could spend more time with them, but they still had to work, and many of them didn’t live in the city anymore. Bakugou told him that when Kaminari was back in the city, the three of them would go get drinks. Kirishima didn’t even have the heart to respond, opting to wave goodbye to his best friend.

“You don’t have to stay behind and help me clean,” Amajiki said as he folded a table cloth.

“No, it’s fine. Consider it my last job at the agency,” Kirishima laughed soundlessly.

“Hey,” Amajiki said. “Thank you, Red Riot. For everything.”

Before he could respond or burst into tears again, the door to the meeting room squeaked open. “Hello?” A singsong voice called out.

“Jirou! And Kaminari!” Kirishima exclaimed as his two former classmates walked in. Kirishima’s pulse jumped when he took in Kaminari. It had been three years since he had last seen him. His blond hair was now cut short, making him look more mature. He had grown taller and more muscular too. Kirishima stared at his left arm where dark ink sat on his skin. “What are you doing here?”

“We got Amajiki-senpai’s message about your retirement party! There was an issue with the shop, then our train was delayed. Wait, did we miss it?” Jirou asked, observing the other workers folding up the tables.

“Yeah, everyone left a while ago. I was helping clean up,” Kirishima answered.

There was a silence between the three of them. Kirishima felt tense and Kaminari wasn’t looking at him. Jirou looked back and forth between them, then she sighed.

“So, um, I’m going to help Amajiki-senpai clean up. You two should go catch up,” Jirou said. “Kirishima, your favorite cafe is right down the street, right? Kaminari told me about it.”

Kaminari blushed. “I didn’t say it was his favorite. We only ate there a couple of times.” Then Kaminari faced Kirishima. “But sure. We can go eat. My treat.”

“Sure.” Kirishima didn’t sound excited, but his heart was pounding heavily. How could he want Kaminari with him and also want him to be far away? Things were easier with Kaminari far away from him. The longing for him had become manageable over the past three years. Now, everything was back to zero.

Kirishima bid goodbye to Amajiki, and they shared one last brotherly hug. An intern gave Kirishima a box of the leftover chocolate cake and wished him luck in his future endeavors. Jirou hugged Kirishima, and he tensed up. She didn’t seem to notice. She congratulated him and told him that they would catch up soon.

“Hey, Kaminari, I’m going to find a hotel for us to stay at,” Jirou said.

“Okay, just text it to me,” Kaminari answered. He was already heading towards the door. Kirishima followed after him.

The two men made it outside. Kirishima shivered at the cold wind whipping his body. Kaminari held his hand out as tiny flecks of snow began to fall. Kaminari turned to him.

“Can we talk?” Kaminari said.

“Three years have gone by. Now, you want to talk,” Kirishima responded. He was being harsh, but he didn’t care right now.

“I know and I’m sorry. I got that message from you and--” Kaminari shook his head. “No. Let’s talk at the cafe. Remember? They have really good curry too.” Without waiting for a response, Kaminari headed towards the cafe.

And just like before, without hesitation, Kirishima followed after him.

[moowcowlol]

Never Again (HitsuHinaGiftExchange)

A/N: Hello!! Unfortunately you can't submit something with a sideblog, so I'm using my main FE blog to give you your HitsuHinaWeek gift instead! It's still mowcowlol, just with my main haha 

I really hope you enjoy it!! Warning, there is a image there that can be kinda disturbing (near the end) and there is swearing (not much though!!). Inspired by rays-of-fire-and-ice’s own fic on this theme. I’m a sucker for this kind of thing haha

Edit: @ljusalfheim-queen, since you haven’t posted this I’m really worried it hasn’t gone through! Or that you didn’t like it and didn’t want to post it, which is fine! If that’s the case please tell me what you’d prefer instead, I’ll try my best to do (:

Disclaimer: I do no own Bleach. Bleach belongs to Tite Kubo.

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A Scene That Should Have Happened

It was hard to choose whether to heal Captain Soi Fon or Mareyo first. Soi Fon's wounds were horrendous, but the little girl wasn't very strong at all. It broke Momo's heart but she chose to heal Soi Fon first. The captain's naturally high spiritual pressure made it to where her own natural healing was hastened by Momo's kaido, whereas Mareyo would have to solely rely on the healing technique. The captain was now on her feet, not in perfect condition but far away from death, watching for any nearby enemies as Momo was nearly finished closing the little girl's gaping wound, with Omaeda closely watching.

Momo looked up at the much larger man, seeing the clear fear in his eyes for his little sister's health. "I'm almost finished," she told him, "so please don't wor-"

"Move!" Soi Fon suddenly said, flying towards the two other young women and pushing them harshly back. In the blur of movement Momo could see that Omaeda reacted fast enough to avoid whatever was about to land on them.

Momo coughed, the sudden jerk taking her off guard. She looked down at Mareyo, but with her wound nearly completely healed the girl was merely shook.

Before anyone could say a word another force landed at the same spot, causing a cloud of smoke to rise. Momo could hear to clang of steel against steel within the smoke. She pulled out Tobiume in response, and she saw Soi Fon and Omaeda pull out their weapons as well.

"Omaeda!" Momo called out. "Take Mareyo and get somewhere safe!"

"B-But I can't leave my captain!" he protested, though he didn't sound convincing. She knew he desperately wanted his sister anywhere but here now.

"Just do it!" Soi Fon snapped. "Make yourself useful and find Isane while you're at it!"

Omaeda jumped at the harshness of his captain's tone but quickly recovered. "Yes, ma'am!" he replied, fast-stepping to Mareyo and gently picking her up before vanishing in another flash. Once they left Momo turned her attention back to the now visible figures in front of her.

And her felt her eyes widen with shock.

In front of her were Captain Kurotsuchi, engaged in a sword-lock with a young man with white hair in Quincy clothing. His brown-red skin threw her off, but focusing in on the sword in his hands made her realize who this was.

"What the hell...?" Momo heard Soi Fon mutter under her breath. She recognized the young man as well. "Captain Hitsugaya what the hell are you doing?!"

The shouting made Captain Kurotsuchi turn his head in their direction. His face broke out in a smile, yellow teeth visible from any distance. "Ahh, I had thought I had felt a familiar reiatsu nearby." he said, his voice filled with his trademark enthusiasm. He pushed the younger captain off of his sword, preparing himself for another lock. "Although, I see no point in having Captain Soi Fon here as well. I only need Lieutenant Hinamori."

Another cloud of smoke erupted from behind Hitsugaya as he pushed himself at the captain at breakneck speed. His attack was blocked, though he did cause the older man to skid back some says. "Hmmm," was his response.

"Toshiro!" Momo cried out. "Stop, please!"

"He isn't gonna listen to youuu~" a voice sang from behind Momo.

The lieutenant jumped away from the voice as Soi Fon leapt in the air and tried to spin-kick the new arrival. The young woman, also wearing Quincy clothing with black hair styled strangely like antennae, evaded the strike to her head and reappeared some way away. The women watched as the Quincy laughed.

"Lil' Shiro is so cuuute!~" she squeed, jumping up and down like a child reacting to a puppy. "Of course His Majesty wants me to make as many zombies as I can, but this one is my favorite Soul Reaper by far! Until my Lil' Bambi is back in commission he might even be my favorite ever!"

Momo's focus faded away for a moment. Vaguely she could hear Soi Fon muttering to herself about what the hell the Quincy girl meant about zombies, but her head was filled with a growing anger.

"Lil' Shiro...?"

Before she could linger much longer she felt a shake to her shoulder. She came back to her senses to Soi Fon's angry face. "Focus, Lieutenant!" she shouted. Momo watched as the female captain turned to Captain Kurotsuchi. "You! Do you have any idea what that Quincy is talking about?!"

"I would think even an imbecile could see what is happening," was the grunted response as he block off the flurry of quick blows coming from the young white haired man." But I guess I must explain everything even while I'm otherwise preoccupied!" the last word was punctuated with an unexpected Sho spell, powerful enough to blow Toshiro away and grant the captain some distance. 

"The Quincy you see over there, a Giselle woman," the Quincy in question waved her arm frantically upon her introduction, "has a peculiar ability to control those whom become covered in her blood. It appears she has managed to worm her way over to our precious little captain whilst he was unconscious. The result is what you see now."

Momo looked over to her friend, horrified by the Captain's words. She saw his eyes, lifeless, without their usual shine.

"That's right!~" Giselle cheered. 'But it sure took a lot to get him. It's so annoying when I have to do that, but I'd do it anytime for my Lil' Shiro!"

Momo clenched her fists and took a deep breath.

"I do wonder, however," the scientist said, rubbing his chin, "just how far such control goes for your zombies."

"Ehh?" Giselle put her hands on her hips. "What in the world do you mean, clown face?! You saw him stab that baldly and pretty boy right good, kicked their butts nice and raw! How can you question my ability after that?"

Momo tensed up at the image of Toshiro fighting Ikkaku and Yumichika and out of the corner of her eye she could swear she saw Soi Fon's widen, but before either could react Captain Krutsuchi answered, "Oh yes, indeed I did. But I also know that while they may have been together on a mission or two they could hardly be called even acquaintances, let alone close. But..."

To Momo horror he turned his head, looking her right in her eyes.

"... the same can't be said for all of us here."

"Captain Kurotsuchi, what the hell do you think you're saying?!" Soi Fon screamed, the implication of the fellow captain's words enraging her. "Now isn't the time for your sick experiments!"

"Hush, you!" he snapped back. "Your simple mind may not comprehend the necessities of the situation, but that doesn't mean you must drag us all down with you!"

Momo shook where she stood, fear gripping her tightly. In the midst of the captains arguing and the unfocused state of her own mind, none of them noticed the Quincy suddenly vanish.

Until

"You mean this one right?~" Momo heard from behind her once more a sing-song voice, before she felt a hard push blast her towards where Captain Kurotsuchi and Toshiro stand.

She landed on her side with a yelp, face hitting the dirt. She looked up and saw those lifeless eyes look down on her.

"Kill her~" Momo heard from a distance. Vaguely she heard a clash behind her. If she focused she could have heard Soi Fon threaten Captain Kurotsuchi. But she was only focused on one thing.

Toshiro.

And how he didn't move an inch.

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He looked down on her.

Saw the blood come out of her mouth.

Saw her dull eyes looking but not seeing the wall.

Saw her still body.

The images flash through his mind, across his eyes, assault his senses.

He couldn't move.

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She slowly stood up from the ground, Tobiume still tight in her grip. She kept her eye on her friend, watching for any sudden movement, for any sign that he was readying an attack. So close, she knew she stood no chance, but she would give the best fight she could offer if she needed.

The only movement Toshiro showed, however, was a deadlock stare into her own eyes. They followed her intently, not even twitching. It unnerved her, but something told Momo that this was odd. A small part wished this was good. 

"Heeey~" she heard Giselle say, something like a threat hiding beneath her playful tone. "Come on now, no need to be slow about it~ Kill her."

Momo, watching for any movement on Toshiro part, for any indication of an incoming blow, knows she heard a quiet, barely audible grunt come from her friend. He shook, almost inconceivably so, but it nonetheless made Momo tense up in preparation.

But he still didn't make a move.

A thought came to her. It was stupid, and would almost certainly get her killed, but she thought to try it anyway. She slowly, deliberately, resealed Tobiume out of its Shikai state and into its sheathe. Behind her she could hear the cooing of Captain Kurotsuchi in approval under Soi Fon's shout that she re-arm herself.

"Shiro-"

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"...why?"

Why. Why, Why.

He heard her whimper the question in his arms.

Felt her blood creep on his clothes, his hands, felt it on his face.

Saw the gaping wound in her chest. Saw his sword covered in blood.

He trembled.

Why?

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"KILL HER!"

Momo jumped, and instinctively looked back. Giselle has lost all pretense of being happy, and a look of pure hatred overcame her features.

"SHE'S NOT EVEN LOOKING AT YOU NOW!" she screeched, running her hair through her hands and pulling out of pure rage. Momo could feel the Quincy’s reiatsu build up in response to her anger. "KILL HER! KILL HER KILL HER KILL HER!"

"Khaa... aaahhh..." she heard come from Toshiro.

She saw Soi Fon's look of horror and Captain Kurotsuchi's look of intrigue. She turned back to her friend slowly, feeling fear rise up her chest and pile up in her throat. 

And nearly screamed.

Toshiro's mouth was agape, croaking out inhumane sounds of horrendous pain. The bones in his hands were nearly poking out of his skin at the strength of his grip on Hyorinmaru. His new dark skin tone couldn't hide the darker blood visibly pulsing under disgustingly bulging veins. His eyes were almost white as their color were nearly completely rolled back into his skull.

But...

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Never again. 

Him looking down on her unmoving form.

Never again. 

Seeing her blood paint the ground.

Never again.

Looking into her dead eyes.

Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again. Never again.

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... he didn't move.

"It appears your control isn't so absolute after all, Miss Gewelle," she heard Kurotsuchi mock from behind her. She didn't dare look away from Toshiro, as much as every part of her wanted to, wanted to wash the image before her out of any existence.

She could feel the Quincy's reiatsu spike even higher in response to the insult, but the words uttered afterwards were as calm as a still lake.

"Toshiro. Ignore her. Kill the other two captains."

Toshiro screamed as he pushed off into the air, sending a shockwave that nearly pushed Momo away. From the air she could hear him screech out, barely comprehensible.

"BANKAI! DAIGUREN HYORINMARU!"

The temperature dropped through the ground, clouds gathering and winds snapping in answer to Toshiro's power. She raised her own reiatsu as she re-entered Shikai, warming herself so that she could better move in the suddenly arctic cold.

She felt someone behind her and barely flash-stepped out of the way of a punch to her head. She turned and skidded on the quickly-turning-slippery ground and faced her assailant.

Giselle stood there, bending over from her punch. From behind the Quincy she saw her friend, respected Captain of the Gotei 13, hunched over on all fours, wings aggressively flapping and icy tail flinging itself back and forth uncontrollably, screaming at his opponents like some mutated animal.

The view was blocked as Giselle straightened up and looked Momo in the eye. Her eyes were glowing from the reiatsu she was letting spill out of her. Momo saw the giant clouds of breath escape her mouth as she panted heavily in anger.

"You," she growled, "are breaking my favorite zombie."

Momo gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on Tobiume.

"You... you you YOU," the Quincy repeated over and over though her teeth. "I'll kill you myself. I don't want to lose out on the release of seeing you dead at my feet. Then," she smiled, her face stretching disgustingly, "then my Lil' Shiro will do what I want."

In that moment she no longer felt cold. Instead there was a white-hot burning in every part of her body. She locked eyes with the monster in front of her.

"I'm not dying here." she stated. It is a fact. "Not after Hitsugaya fought you off. I won't insult him like that." She raised her blade. "Your horrible power... it won't have any effect on me."

Giselle laughed, throwing her head back. "Ohhh, is that right~? And why would that be, bitch~?"

Momo gripped Tobiume with both hands. She lit the sword ablaze, fire erupting from the hilt and burning brightly.

"Because... when I'm done with you, there won't be a drop of blood out of you body." 

She felt her own blood rushing through her veins, anger pulsating throughout her entire being, rising out of her throat and killing the fear she had as she screamed out, as loud as her tormented friend.

"I'll burn you, until there's nothing of you left! SNAP, TOBIUME!"

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And there it is! I really hope this is to your liking!! I hope you enjoyed HitsuHinaWeek 2018, because I know I have haha

Edit: Happy New Year!! May new HitsuHina content bless you and all in the fandom :D

[yungchaeng]

A fun fact about me nayeons “ring ringaling “ is my ringtone lol like you get center jeongyeon, momo with the bob, icsm Mina is not talked about enough she looked so dangerous both her and sana I was fighting for my life. But scientists is also my favorite too I loved the Frankenstein scene with chaeyoung I replay that part the most and momo with red and black hair (gone too fucking soon 😔✊🏾) jihyo in the pink outfit (I could talk about that forever) I just love how none of their concepts are the same and they’ve really gone out of their comfort zone each comeback it’s so amazing to see-T

momo with the black and red hair, gone so soooooon, so so soooon 😔.

a poem, a sonnet, a whole novel deserves to be written about icsm mina - (in fact, blonde hair mina as a whole should be painted and hung in the Louvre asap)

i also think that its so funny and very chaeyoung of chaeyoung to have decided on the spot to go all out for that Frankenstein scene, like the girl saw an opportunity and was like let's go, to the point where the stylists even suggested taking it down a notch lol

you also make such a good point, with a twice comeback you can never be a 100% sure what youre gonna get, especially in the latest few years - but they always pull it off somehow? how? its so cool