#for such a little bun hana gives exceptional hugs

[sae-mian]

he's a hugger

[mermaider00]

Merry Meihem

For @grouchymillennial

His first Christmas was when he discovered he liked Christmas.

Junkertown didn't do Christmas. These months were spent preparing for the intense heat of summer in the Outback, like smashing a guy's teeth in for some clean water or scurrying off with a few extra planks of wood to add to their shelter. It wasn't winter, but here - and what suddenly felt like all of the real world - it was wintertime. Snow and jackets and turkeys and cups of something hot. It was a strange thing, and Christmas was even stranger. His first Christmas had been last Christmas. Hooking up with Overwatch seemed to come with the holiday that everyone enjoyed.

Everyone loved it... especially her.

Junkrat liked it, this very colorful extravaganza. What wasn't there to like? There were bright lights everywhere and fun songs to sing and yummy drinks with a warm kick in them and everyone dressed extra festive. And presents, he reminded himself. He hadn't had anything for anyone last year because he and Roadie had skipped their duties for a fun in the sun vacation, weather conditions they were more used to. But this year he was here, at the Watchpoint with snow outside the windows and those bright lights shining and those songs blasting at the Christmas party.

This year he was here... and so was she.

Have a holly jolly Christmas, and when you walk down the street...

Everyone was in the lounge area drinking, dancing, chatting, exchanging gifts they would pull from underneath the giant Christmas tree that was somehow still surviving the lust in his eyes to burn it. He still felt a bit out of place, but Overwatch seemed to be used to the junkers now. Roadie was sitting at the bar with a pair of reindeer antlers on his head. The angel doctor, wearing some gorgeous red number and her blonde hair down and curled, sat next to him quietly as she watched the dancing. Junkrat sat at a table on the other side of the room wearing red pants and a vest with snowmen on it over his bare chest. He felt very fancied up.

She was wearing a dark blue dress. The turtleneck kept her warm and over it she wore a necklace with a big snowflake pendent. The matching hairpin was where it belonged, but tonight it settled in a wavy ponytail instead of her usual messy bun. Her eyes were bright and she was laughing with Reinhardt, holding a cup of something as her silver heels sparkled in the twinkling lights of the party.

There was snow outside, but Junkrat thought he may be sweating through the snowman vest. He felt... off.

Mei was so pretty, he thought for the millionth time. He wanted to hobble over there and tell her for the millionth time, but he wasn't allowed to. Well... he was allowed to. He just didn't know if she'd be okay with it in front of the old germen guy. And pulling her away to tell her would look like something.

Something like... them being together. Which, officially, they weren't.

But he wanted them to be. Officially.

Fooling around, is what they agreed to. Just spending some secret time together no one knew about, just letting off some steam. She didn't want to make anything complicated and didn't want anyone to worry or give her the eye. She wanted something fun, just between them because he'd somehow gotten to her and made her laugh and feel needed and so very, very desired. And she was...

Mei was everything to him. Somehow there was nothing else.

It's Christmastime in the city...

"You gotta stop staring at her, man."

Junkrat flinched, his leg squeaking, then stared as Lucio sat down next to him. His hair was blue and braided close to his scalp, and the color matched the shiny outfit he'd chosen for the party. The man could shine like the bulb of a Christmas light on the tree. "I ain't staring."

"You are," Lucio argued, pulling a teal Santa hat over his braids. "She does look beautiful though. I couldn't help but stare a bit myself. I mean... that's a real nice dress she's got on."

Amber eyes narrowed dangerously. "I gotta take you out, music man?"

Lucio simply placed his chin onto his palm and tilted his head with a sweet smile. "I'd never try to steal my friend's girl."

Junkrat blinked. No one was supposed to know. "What friend? What girl? Uh... you got a friend with a girl or something?"

"Yes," he nodded. "And he's wearing a ridiculous vest with no shirt. I know you two hook up, and I just want to say that I think it's great. I think you're great for each other. It's like an opposites attract kinda thing. Fire and ice. And wow, there's a song here."

"I got no idea what you're talking about, mate," Junkrat said, turning away a bit nervously and waving him off. "And stop staring at me with that face. Not like there's some mistletoe above us."

"If there was I'd give you a big fat wet one, Jamie Fawkes." Lucio eyed his friend's slumped shoulders and the frown on his face. The junker loved parties, and it was a wonder no one was trying to keep him out of some kind of Christmas themed mischief. He realized he didn't like it when the rat was in a funk. "I'm surprised that tree is still standing," he said casually. "Last year you sent it into the mountains in a fiery blaze of pine. Everyone got mad after they spent hours decorating it."

Just as he knew it would, the memory made Junkrat start to laugh. "Those bastards think they can fool me with their crafty alarm system they got hooked up on the stupid train. I go near that thing, it goes off and the monkey carries me away. But just you wait, froggie. That tree's shooting off like a damn rocket once I get my hands on it. Merry Christmas to me!"

"You know what I've just decided I want for Christmas?" Now that he was in a better mood, Lucio wrapped an arm around Junkrat's shoulders. "I want to see my friend happy with his girl. My friend, who likes to make Christmas trees explode, the one who keeps staring at the beautiful ice lady in the blue dress."

Junkrat tensed under the embrace. "I told you I don't--"

"Not finished." Lucio pulled him close, and then placed their cheeks together, forcing their eyes to line up. Suddenly they were both staring at Mei as she hugged Hana. "If she's not someone's girl now, she might be someone's girl later. I've been watching you look at her all night, here at this party when we're all together. But when it's not Christmas, when we're not at a party, I'm telling you now that I watch her look at you too. She looks at you the same way you look at her when you're occupied, like how she is right now. And it's driving me crazy, because life is short and both of you should be acutely aware of that after what you've been through. Because it's Christmas, and I really think you should give me what I want for Christmas."

Their faces were mushed together, but both sets of eyes were on the girl. If she was his girl, then Junkrat knew he wouldn't feel so off or so alone when in situations like this. He didn't need for their relationship to be known by their teammates or to have some kind of possession over her. But he did want her, and he just didn't know how to ask if she wanted him back.

"Merry Christmas, you filthy Australian," Lucio said suddenly, then placed a big smacking kiss on Junkrat's cheek before gliding away. On the way to the dance floor, Lucio pulled Ana into a twirl and gave him a grin over her head. So easy for him, the celebrity.

Junkrat stuck his tongue out at him.

This evening has been so very nice...

Another song. Maybe he should just go, or try to deactivate the alarm on the tree while everyone was focused on the party. That would be fun and merry.

"Hi."

The ache in his chest instantly turned into a flip of joy. He looked up next to him, and there she was. Still sparkly like an icicle. He smiled big and wanted desperately to grab her, but he somehow managed to stay in his seat. Maybe he was still off. Maybe he would be a bit off forever. At least while Mei was still in his life.

She leaned against the wall next to him. "I see you've managed to keep your hands off the Christmas tree this year."

"Party's not over yet, snowflake."

Mei grinned. The gathering seemed to be going well, and it was so nice to see everyone relaxing and all dressed up for the holiday. Even the junker next to her. "You're oddly quiet tonight. Not feeling the Christmas spirit?"

Junkrat turned away from her so he could look at something else. Reinhardt was now dancing with Torbjorn's buff daughter. It seemed like everyone got to dance with everyone else, except him and the one he really wanted to hold. "I hate this song," he murmured, scowling a bit. "Can you ask someone to change it?"

Mei listened closely. After all the socializing, she was just now really hearing the music. "This one is considered a classic Christmas song. It's the romantic one."

"Romantic?" He scoffed and made a gag noise. "That poor girl just wants to go home and he ain't letting her. She says her Pop's worried about her. If I was her Pop I'd blow down the door and roast the bloke like a turkey. Let the jackals have a proper Christmas dinner."

She considered the lyrics as she listened some more, finally able to relax. "The time the song was written--"

"Don't care. A girl's gotta defend herself against creepy guys with smooth singing voices. Especially against creepy guys with smooth singing voice who won't let you go home to your Pop."

He heard her sigh, then felt the soft skin of her hand as it softly touched his shoulder. He felt like he could melt into a puddle from the feel.

"Let's take a break," she whispered down to him, then gave his shoulder a squeeze before turning and heading for the exit of the lounge area, her heels clicking as she walked.

Junkrat waited a few seconds. That's how it was, he reminded himself. One of them would go, and the other would follow a little bit behind so no one would catch on to anything. Always sneaking around, always lying. Usually he liked sneaking around and lying.

But not when it came to her. With Mei, he wanted to pick her up and never let her go.

Baby, you'll freeze out there...

He left the party, walking down the wide dark hallway of the Watchpoint, the only light from the moon glaring in from the big windows. It was still snowing, and he found her watching it fall. He shivered in the snowman vest.

She gave him a pretty smile when he came to stand next to her. "If this mood is about the tree, then let me remind you we all agreed you could do whatever you wanted with it after Christmas. I'll even come watch."

That put a small light back into his yellow eyes. "You will?"

Mei nodded, then lifted her hands to hold his face so she could lean up to kiss him. She was a bit taller in her heels and could reach. This time he did melt from the warmth of her mouth. "After everyone goes to bed, you should come to my room. It's snowing still, so you can keep me warm all night."

"Yeah, I can do that, love," he answered, a stupid dreamy grin on his face as he bent forward for more of her touch and more kisses. But it didn't last long when his head cleared up a bit.

He didn't know if he would get any presents tomorrow on Christmas - even with Overwatch, he was still a bit naughty - but he did know that both he and Lucio wanted the same thing.

He didn't want anything else.

I'll have a blue Christmas without you...

The faint music drifted down the hall.

"Mei," he eased out, and it sounded difficult when he took her hands. "About... all this. Like coming to your room. Like coming out here, away from the party."

Mei blinked up at him. "Hmm?"

Trial and error was how he got through most things. And now he would just have to try his best. "I... don't wanna do it anymore." He swallowed. Maybe that was a good start? "I want to stop."

Her hands squeezed in his and he heard her inhale a sharp breath. "Stop?" she asked softly. "You don't... You want to stop? You don't want to be with me anymore?"

Junkrat gave a small, worried yelp when he watched her big eyes start to tear up behind her glasses. "No! No, love, that's not what I'm saying at all. I knew I would fuck it up, so stupid!"

"Jamie," she murmured sadly, but also now very confused.

"Let me start over, I'm ruining it." He held her hands firmly and even quickly placed his forehead on hers for reassurance. "What I'm saying is... instead of us being like this, maybe we can... be something else? I mean, I know we don't match. I know we don't make sense. I'm tall and you're not. You're Chinese and I'm not. You're perfect and I'm..."

Not. Not even a little.

Now that the tears dried, Mei stared up at him with a lifted brow. "What are you saying?"

He sighed, exasperated with himself. How was he going to get through this? "We don't match," he said again. Junkrat lifted a hand and held it as if measuring something. He lifted it high above her. "You're here." He then lowered his hand, as far as he could reach. "And I'm here. You're like a queen, saving everyone and the whole world. And I'm just a rat rolling around in the dirt with the pigs."

"But, Jamie, I don't care about that, I told you--" Her eyes went big when he covered her mouth with his flesh hand.

"I'm just gonna say it and I know I'm not gonna say it right. If you don't want to be anyone's girl right now, then that's how it'll be. I just want to know if... instead of being like how we are now... maybe you'd like to be my girl. Officially."

He didn't know how exactly to react when he felt her smile underneath his hand. She moved it away and asked, "You want me to be your girl?"

Junkrat nodded. Might as well see this through. "And I'd be yours too, just so you know. I'd be your guy. Your favorite guy. I can hold your hand and take you on a date and I'd even be willing to plant another tree with you after I blow the Christmas one up 'cause you know, darl, I just really want to blow it up. But I know you like to plant stuff so... I'll do it. For you."

The way she was smiling... It had to be a good sign, right? He'd never done this before. He'd never cared about anybody enough. But he wanted her to be his girl and he wanted to be her guy. He wanted to help her with her problems and keep her warm when she was cold and hold her when the nightmares came. She'd once trekked through the arctic with only a little bot for company, but he never wanted her to be so alone again. And on Christmas, this holiday they both liked, he wanted it all to start right away.

"I'll be your girl," she finally said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down closer to her. "And you'll be my guy. Officially."

And the feeling of being off went away completely. He took her waist and kissed her, bouncing a bit as he stood. "A lot of junker girls just burst into tears, I hope you know. Even the Queen herself."

"I'm sure they did," Mei said with a laugh. "Tears of joy."

He seemed to instantly forget her teasing and grabbed her hand, pulling her along back to the party. She realized then his snowman vest jingled. "Lets go dance, love!"

He hadn't been lying to himself when he said he didn't care about the others knowing. He didn't need to pull Mei into the party and announce the good news, finally making their relationship known to everyone else. All he wanted to do was dance with her in Christmas light and music, and look more at the tree so he could plan for its great demise. Junkrat pulled Mei close as another song began, another classic with a softer, slower twist than the original. She even kissed him, and no one said a word.

Junkrat felt a pat on his shoulder. Lucio was next to him swaying with Hana. The music man gave him a thumb's up and a wink. As they danced, the fingers of his flesh hand moved through the wavy locks of Mei's ponytail as her arms hugged his waist and her cheek rested against his chest. The moment was a nice one, Junkrat decided, but an even better one would be when he finally got the tree, and the two of them would watch it burn high in the sky.

All I want for Christmas is you...

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Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope this didn't suck. <3

[fishbuns-la-la-blog]

Sin City I

an admin koala au

summary: SPADE is an infamous mafia gang that works under a sex trafficking company called MONARK. Tension arises as SPADE begins cooperating together with another gang.

genre: Alternate Universe - Mafia, Romance, Explicit

word count: 2K

“You look perfect, Kyungja-ah.”

A petite, short-haired woman spoke, a smile on her face. Kyungja grinned back, arms raised above her head to put her pink hair into two small, twin buns.

“Thanks, Muan-unnie. I could say the same.”

Kyungja inquired, observing Muan's dress. It was a dusty coral pink, with lacy fringes on the sleeves that went to her elbows. Kyungja's dress was black, open in the back, that hugged her body perfectly, with black lacy sleeves long enough to cover her hands and the angry red split skin on her knuckles.

Muan cocked her head towards the dressing room door. Kyungja took one quick look at the mirror before following the older woman back into the lounge area, where the others were waiting.

Daemok wore a dark blue turtleneck bodycon dress, sleeves rolled up above her elbows.

Hana’s dress hung past her knees, decorated in golden chinese print and red silk, sleeves flowing past her hands.

Jiyeon wore a simple silky pink slip, that looked more like a robe and a dress.

Kimoto, who was fixing her makeup in front of a tall mirror, wore a simple black slip with a black patterned silk scarf wrap hanging around her back and elbows.

In a quiet building, the girls sat around a table. Daemok stood up, holding several manila folders containing what they assumed information about the heist that would take place later that evening. She rolled out a blueprint on to what looked like a presentation stand in front of the table.

“We'll enter here.” Daemok spoke, index finger pointing to the entrance area on the layout of the building.

“Jiyeon, you will take care of all the guards. The security room is located in the East wing.” She pointed to a small square on the blueprint that was labeled Security. “Then go back to the main ballroom and make sure no one leaves.” Jiyeon hummed. “Kyungja, you and I will be covering Muan as she retrieves all of the valuables. And Kimoto─”

She paused to make eye contact with said girl.

“─you're the getaway driver. And all of you, don’t forget your masks.” She flickered her eyes down to the table, each one of the girls entrusted with a simple vendetta mask.

Kimoto tapped her index finger on the table, her brows furrowed in though as she stared off into the distance past Daemok’s head.

“We all will have communication devices as well as weapons. Is everyone clear on their positions?” The leader asked, and after hearing everyone’s confirmations ─except for Kimoto’s─ she clapped her hands together.

“Excellent. Now let's run through the plan once more.”

10:57 pm

Wangshiha Grand Plaza, Seoul

The air was bitter and cold against the girl’s skin as they exited a sleek black limousine, one at a time. A red carpet, that was surrounded by shiny, golden barriers, was laid out in front of them, leading to the entrance of the Wangshiha Grand Plaza.

Daemok glanced over her shoulder at the girls, skimming her hand over the gun that was strapped onto her thigh beneath her dress. Jiyeon smirked at their leader, knowing she was thinking the same thing. As they entered the Plaza, they were greeted by men and women dressed rather richly, who attained gowns of fine silk and suits tailored to near perfection.

About an hour in, Daemok shook hands with a short, stubby man, who introduced himself as Tu Byungho. “I am the founder of this establishment. The Plaza has been in my family for many generations.”

Byungho smiled, turning his attention to Kimoto, who stood right next to Daemok. “It is an honor to be in the presence of such fine young ladies. What are your names, may I ask?”

Kimoto opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by the other girl. “I'm Dongwha, this is Nara.” Daemok bowed, Kimoto giving a harsh look towards Byungho.

"Excuse me, but I think we're going to go get a few drinks.” Daemok spoke politely, grabbing Ling’s wrist to drag her along.

“What do you think you're doing, Moto? You're going to blow our cover.” She said, quietly, but sternly.

Kimoto shook her arm out of the older girl’s grip, and the way her eyes darkened went unnoticed. “If something is wrong, tell me. Otherwise you're jeopardizing our goal here.” Daemok hissed, returning to her facade as she approached a group of wine-sodden partygoers.

Jiyeon had been wandering around the Plaza to pass the time, walking towards a man behind a round, marblestone desk shaped like a half-circle. The desk was wide enough to reach the walls that connected it to two side exits, on the left a hallway that lead to the hotel area, on the left the staircase that lead up to the grand ballroom. The Plaza building itself was made of beautiful marblestone, with shimmering gold chandeliers and other decorative things that were made of fine material.

Her heels clacked on the marble, and the man’s head turned upwards.

“Excuse me, do you know where the restrooms are?” Jiyeon lied, and the man pointed towards the left room. “In the hall right next to room 19.” He replied curtly. She mimicked a little bow, almost sprinting in the direction of the hall.

Jiyeon passed room 19, entering an elevator at the end of the hallway. She glanced down the buttons, pressing a fancy square button that was labeled Maintenance. Pulling the vendetta mask out of her handbag she placed it over her features.

“Jiyeon, status.” Daemok’s voice ran through the comms.

“Ridding us of our rat problem.” Jiyeon joked, pulling out her gun as she knocked on the door.

Moments later, the door was opened by a man dressed in what looked like a security guard uniform, Jiyeon aiming in the room and blindedly firing. There was a shout of agony, as she shoved her way through the door and took down the remaining guards.

Taking a seat in front of the cameras displayed on several different monitor screens, she began to type away at the keyboard. “I'm in. Security down, cameras are off, all set to cut the power.”

Kyungja was settled on a sofa where she sat beside Muan, who was looking around the room inconspicuously to make sure that the other girls were in their positions. Hana was close by, hand on her thigh right where her pistol was hidden beneath the fabric of her dress. Daemok was standing on the overhead balcony, and Kimoto was making her way outside with the excuse that she needed some fresh air. Jiyeon was presumably in the security room, preparing to cut off the lights at any moment.

Right on cue, the lights shut off immediately, causing an eruption of screams from the crowd in the ballroom.

Gunshots rang out, and Kyungja could make out Hana’s masked figure holding the gun up to the ceiling as Daemok made her way up the stairs to the balcony. It was about ten feet of off the ground, and there was a door on each balcony that lead past the marble wall that cut it off.

Daemok opened the door, which connected to the hallway. Kyungja and Muan were right behind her, covered by masks, the pink haired girl holding a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Muan took the flashlight; the eldest leading the other two as she attempted to push open a door that lacked and outside handle.

“Jiyeon, get that door open.” Daemok spoke through their communicators.

"Working on it.” Jiyeon responded, the clicking off buttons echoing on her end.

“You’re in.”

The door opened just like that, Daemok shifting the pistol in her hands before taking slow, stealthy steps. Muan was the next one in, flicking the flashlight around the room in search of their target.

The light landed upon a glass case in the dark room that was surrounded by the familiar red and gold barriers.

In the glass case was a magnificent necklace, embedded with silver. A gemstone hung from the silver chain, the stone a shimmering blue in the shape of a teardrop.

“Here.” Muan whispered, handing her a the flashlight. Reaching under her dress she pulled out a pair of latex gloves, that had unfortunately left red marks on her thigh right where she had kept it concealed. Positioning the gloves on her hands, she carefully removed a little laser cutter device from her handbag. With precise movements, she cut a circle in the side of the glass case and poked in a round shard of glass that fell to the bottom, allowing her to reach in and take hold of the blue amulet.

The amulet was placed into a black bag by none other than Daemok, as Kyungja stood guard at the door, while the two eldest moved on to purloin the remaining priceless objects that were also poorly protected by glass cases.

“Kimoto, get ready. We have the valuables and we're heading to your position.” Their leader interjected. Kimoto was already in the van, face hidden behind her mask. The vehicle was pitch black, decorated with three white lines on the side.

She had been positioned behind the building, which was ridden of any marblestone. The bricks on the side of the building were old and crumbly, and there were two garage doors for unloading trucks. The door that lead to the inside was slammed open, the five girls trailing out. They nearly jumped down a short cement staircase, making their way to the van. Daemok got into the passengers side, along with Muan, Kyungja, Hana, and Jiyeon who slipped into the back. Daemok pulled one of the glittering jewels out of the bag. It was an emerald gemstone that had been carved to represent an ancient chinese dragon.

Hana swept her gaze around the room, shifting back comfortably in her seat. “Great job, everyone, that─”

She was interrupted by a loud curse, emitted from Daemok. “Oh shit!” Kimoto cocked her head to glance at the speaker, noticing the blue and red lights in her peripheral vision. At that moment, she slammed her foot on the gas, grasping the wheel with both hands, knuckles nearly turning white. Jiyeon had crawled into the very back seat to peer out of the windows. The prominent sound of police sirens was clear now. “They're right behind us!” She hollered.

Kimoto looked up in the rear view mirror, thoughts reeling as she returned her focus to the road. In one quick movement, she yanked on the wheel, causing the van to drift, smoke rising from the tires. It skidded into a narrow alleyway, dodging cars that were parked on the side of the street. The sirens behind them sounded distant, fortunately, the officers driving the squad cars hadn't expected the van to make such an abrupt turn. The van had nearly disappeared by the time they had backed up and began driving down the alley.

Kimoto rounded several more corners to make sure that they weren't being followed, before the made their way to the low-down part of Seoul. She parked the van in a rusty storage garage that was marked by spraypaint.

The girls filed out of the vehicle, racing across the street to enter one of the only lavish looking buildings on that part of the city. It was made of smooth, shiny steel, and it was completely unmarked.

As they entered their masks were out of sight, returning to their facades. There was a receptionist sitting at a front desk, a dark hairef woman who looked to be in her 50s, with an grim expression. She payed no attention to the familiar girls as they passed her by, entering an elevator in the hallway that held several fairly sized rooms. The girls’ chambers were located on the third floor, the only visible window in the stoic hallway at the end, which had metal blinds, making the MONARK Company building look more like a prison than anything else.

They took up all the rooms on the floor. Hana, Kimoto, and Jiyeon’s rooms were all on the left, with Daemok, Muan, and Kyungja’s rooms on the right. Kyungja and Jiyeon had the farthest quarters, Daemok and Hana in the middle, leaving Muan and Kimoto with the shortest distance to the elevator.

The ladies settled in for the night; Daemok having successfully hidden the stolen jewels in a secluded corner of her closet.

All except for a certain pink haired girl.

[theheavenlymoon]

I totally did this out of order, so let’s try this again!

I would like you to meet Uzuki Hanako! (うづき- Uzuki はなこ- Hanako)

(My first introduction was a hot mess, so I wanted re edit that one and put up this one instead!)

(I can’t draw for crap so I’m using picrew.)

This will basically be me talking about her rather than all the fandoms she’s in. I’m gonna be making post about her and the fandoms later, but for now it’s all about her!

First Name: Hanako

Last Name: Uzuki

Gender: Female

Race: Demigod

Age: ??? (Depending on the fandom, her age changes)

Birthday: December 27

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 6’3.3

Sexuality: Bisexual

JP CV: Ami Koshimizu

ENG CV: Amanda Céline Miller

FRENCH CV: Indila

(Couldn’t find a Greek CV 😔)

Nicknames: Shachi-chan (Floyd), Child of Hearth (Malleus), Ms.Herbivore (Leona), Princess, Wifey (Gojo)

Favorite food: Cheesecake, literally anything sweet

Least favorite food: Hummus, mushrooms, candy, and beans

Likes: family/friends, cooking, singing really loud to her music, working out, making clothes, nail polish, memes/vines, rain/cloudy weather, animals, purple, doing anything around the house, video games, anime, fictional books, roughhousing, and day dreaming about her crush/significant other

Dislikes: Fights between friends and family, Candy, crying in front of people, and bookshelves

Since I can’t draw I have to use picrew, but sadly some of the makers that I find have limited options so allow me to go into detail about her looks. (I’ll probably make another post about her abilities later)

Hanako has bright gold eyes and long lavender hair that goes all the way down to her mid thigh. She has two beauty marks, one under her right eye and one on the left side of her lip. Her signature hair style is space buns with the rest of her hair down in the back. Like I’ve said before, I can’t draw so I’m using characters I know as reference! This is what her body looks like.

(^ This is Flare, a character from fairy tail! I recommend watching it if you have time. Fairy tail is a very long series, but it’s really good!)

(I’m pretty sure you can look at almost all the women in Fairy tail and get the idea.)

Obviously I know that Hestia doesn’t have any demigod kids but demigods don’t have to be born the normal way. Hanako was born from fire and was given to her father. With that being said, when Hana was first claimed she was given a fire place poker but traded it in for a sword so she it could help control her pyrokinesis. (Her sword is disguised as a charm bracelet!)

As for her sword...

Hana’s sword helps her control her pyrokinesis a little better and it’s fun to try and see who can pick it up. Her sword can reach up to about 2000°F (1093°C). She has a few special moves but those are for another time.

Although Hana acts like her mom in some moments, she met Apollo and Hermes when she was quite young and those two have had a big impression on her personality. One moment she giving motherly advice, and the next moment she screaming vines across the room.

Random facts about Hanako 🌸✨

Since Hana means flower I use cherry blossoms and lavender to represent her.

Has a huge soft spot for children!

Hanako is super understanding and open. Wanna try something new? She’ll come with you, so you aren’t lonely and scared. Skydiving? What time are we leaving? Want to be left alone? Call her if you need something! Wanna try working out? She’ll be your personal trainer! Feeling down? She’s coming over with movies and snacks! Can’t make it to game night? It’s alright just be safe with whatever your doing!

Once Hanako falls, she falls hard.(Romantically speaking) She is a SIMP. She’ll wear the most giddiest smile after talking with them. Probably screamed in her pillows at least a few times. “They make my heart beat so fast, and they make me feel like the happiest girl in the world!!” - Hanako.

Attempts her best not to be obvious about her crush, and for the most part it works. Until anything other than platonic stuff comes up. Her face is gonna turn crimson if ANYONE mentions her crush in not so platonic ways, gods forbid anything even more intimate. Children of Hestia are so shy when the idea of sexual things is even bought up that they blush deeply and cannot articulate any coherent words, and any fire nearby also turns crimson as if it were blushing like the child of Hestia. This shyness is amplified if they are around their crush.

Gets kind of anxious when she’s beside a bookshelf.

She’s a smart ass. It’s gotten to the point where she does it automatically. It doesn’t even have time to process, it just comes out.

Hana is actually really good at acting and singing. She was in a few commercials and videos when she was younger but only as background characters.

Hana is amazing with kids. She grew up with 3 little brothers before she was moved into the orphanage, which meant even more kids to watch over. (she takes her big sister role very seriously)

Since she was born from fire, she can raise her body temperature up if she wanted too, and she rarely gets hot or cold. Heat based attack have no effect on her. Hana’s hugs feel like a warm blanket wrapped around you while sitting next to a fireplace, all in all just really comforting

Hana grew up around a lot of guys and so she calls everyone ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ a lot. She has a few friends who are girls but most of them are guys. That being said, she grew up rough housing and yelling.

Hana also comes from a very affectionate family. (Hugs, kisses, feeding food to each other, smashing food into someone’s face, etc.) So it’s not uncommon to see Hana tackle all of her friends into hugs and kisses.(platonically)

Hana also likes to tease a lot (curtsy of Hermes) so don’t be surprised when she tease about you burning food.

Is super flexible. I’m talking like, Mitsuri flexible. Her friends have at least saw her in the scorpion pose a few times. The more flexible she is, the easier it is to move in battle.

The woman is a tree. I’m pretty sure all of her lovers (with the exception of Gojo) are shorter than her.

She can not, for the life of her, wear heels. Anything above a 3 inch that isn’t thick, would make her snap an ankle. Besides she’s already tall enough

In terms of anger, Hana has the patience of a saint. She still gets annoyed here and there, but very rarely does she get genuinely angry. On the rare occasion that she is angry, she gets pretty violent. Veins showing from her forehead, her body temperature spikes, and she wears one of the most nastiest glare ever. (from what she’s been told) Only a select few have seen her mad.

When thrown into a new situation (or a new world-) that isn’t familiar, Hana will come off a bit sarcastic (more than usual) and aloof. She wants to get a feel for her surroundings before she can actually be herself. Give her some time to come around and she’ll be back to hyper and happy.

Hana has a bunch of hobbies. She plays volleyball and is known as the queen of the court. She loves to paint her fingernails and her toes as well. Her cooking is top tier! As a Hestia child obviously she would excel at anything that has to do with domestic and home type things.

She 100% would/will make her own dress. Once made a huge ball gown dress because none of the place had what she was looking for.

When she isn’t doing any of her hobbies she’s working out and practicing her pyrokinesis. Hana trained a lot back where she was from, so she could master her pyrokinesis and her sword. She’s gotten to the point where she can lift a car. Just because she’s in a different place doesn’t give her the excuse to slack off!!

Ironically her mother is a virginal goddess and isn’t married to anyone. Hana on the other hand, wants to get married and have kids. She shooting for 4 but it all depends on what her partner wants. (2,6,8 it just depends)

Hestia children can induce serenity and make tense situations a lot more calmer. Hanako has defeated a lot of enemies and monsters this way.

Hanako knows 4 different languages. English, Japanese, Greek, and French. She was taught Japanese by her father and Greek by her mother. She learned French and English herself

Even though Hana loves to do girly things, makeup is not one of them. She always thought it was pretty cool but she never had the time to sit down and practice it.

Thank you for reading✨ I had a lot of fun making this and I can’t wait to write more stuff about her! I’ll probably have to learn how to make a master post so her stuff is easier to access. If you have any questions about Hana my inbox is open, or you can message me in private, either way works!

I hope you stick around for more content with Hanako! 🌸🔥✨