#i was going to use this idea for a commision but went

[bluwus-art]

Do you have games on your kaito ???

[moonstruckme]

In a week-

Hear me out: Rockstar Poly!marauders and Rockstar!reader???? Like, maybe no one knew the marauders was dating reader till they performed together for an event?????

Thanks for requesting lovely!

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rockstar poly!marauders x rockstar!reader ♡ 1k words

The tabloids had started speculating when too many of your tour dates lined up. It’s only natural that you’d end up spending some time together, in the same occupation and occupying the same spheres, so you were seen with each of the boys at various eateries, at afterparties, on the street. The only problem for journalists was, they couldn’t figure out which band member you were dating. 

They were clutching at straws. A picture of you grabbing Remus’ hand to pull him into a store, an interview wherein Sirius had complimented your new single, a zoomed-in video of James carrying four coffees back up to the hotel instead of three. The speculation was all over the place, scattered and nearly baseless. 

Not after tonight. It had been Lily, the Marauders’ manager, who’d had the idea to take this story by the reins. She’d pointed out that fans were only getting more obsessed with the question of which of the boys you were dating, and with both of you releasing new albums soon, it was as good a time as any to capitalize on that interest. Plus, if you did the big reveal before any magazine could figure it out, it’d be your concert that went viral, not their publication. “More press,” she’d said enticingly, “means more people learning your names and listening to your music.” 

You’d thought the boys would be the ones to have qualms. Remus wasn’t the type to enjoy making his private life public (it was more an unfortunate side-effect of his career than a draw) and James always talked about how keeping your relationship a secret made it feel less like they had to share you with everyone else, but in the end, they got on board with Lily’s scheme quickly. You all agreed that someone was going to figure you all out sooner or later, and if your romantic life was going to be broadcast, it may as well be on your own terms. 

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous. 

“Loosen up, angel,” James says, prodding at your foot with his as you lie on Remus’ chest, picking through his usually well-guarded stash of chocolate. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?” 

“It’s not the show I’m worried about,” you say, rubbing your socked foot along his mindlessly. “I’m excited to play with you guys, I just wish we could do that without everyone making assumptions.” 

Remus hums in agreement, but Sirius makes a derisive sound, turning to look at you from the mirror. His eyeliner is half done, making one eye seem big and dangerous and the other naked. 

“You two are being so dramatic,” he says. “Of course they’re gonna assume, and they’ll be right. That’s the point.” 

You sigh, tipping your head back onto Remus’ shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your side commiseratively. 

“It’s going to be a great show.” James tries again to lift your foul mood. You try to look less dismal in return. “You and Sirius’ voices go so well together, the crowd will love it.”

“It’s true.” Sirius smirks at you through the mirror. “And later, we’ll go to the afterparty—”

“Do we really have to?” Remus asks.

James looks sympathetic, reaching forward to rub his calf consolingly. “‘Fraid so, love. Lily says the only way to control the narrative is to talk to people after the show. We don’t have to stay the whole time, but we’ll practically be on the clock.”

“Anyway,” Sirius goes on. “We’ll go to the afterparty, and everyone will tell us how cute we are together, and everyone north of the equator will want to be us and fuck us at the same time.” 

You can tell Remus has something to say about that, but before he can, Lily pops her head into the dressing room. “Guys, the opener is finishing up,” she says, eyes lingering on each of your faces assessingly. “Everyone ready?”

“Just a second…yeah,” Sirius says, finishing his perfectly messy eyeliner. “Ready.”

Lily nods before ducking back out, off to go coordinate light technicians or whatever she does in the rush before shows. James offers you and Remus a hand each, hauling you up. You lick your thumb, wiping a bit of chocolate from the side of Remus’ mouth, and he gives you a half-smile of thanks. 

“We got this,” you whisper to him, and he takes your hand, squeezing lightly. 

“I know we do, sweetheart.” 

Sirius is the only one talking as you all make your way to the side of the stage, the crowd cheering loudly as the opening act wraps up their set. 

“Hey.” A hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find James attached to it. He’s looking at you with more than the usual pre-show nerves, something more like worry. “Are you really upset about this? We don’t have to go through with it, it’s not too late to tell Lily it’s off.” 

Yes it is, but he’s a sweetheart for saying so. “No, I’m okay,” you promise, reaching up to squeeze his wrist reassuringly. The other band is exiting on the opposite side of the stage, the lights going out. You’re going to be going out there any minute. “I’m excited to perform with you guys, and…and I’m ready to be done with the sneaking around. I’m just nervous, I guess.” 

James slides his hand up from your shoulder to cup your face, your hand still clasped loosely around his wrist. He smooths his thumb over your cheek fondly, eyes gone soft under the faint glaze of adrenaline. “Don’t be, sweetheart. You’re going to do great, and we’ll all be up there together.” He stoops lower so only you can hear him. “Just between us, you and Sirius sound great together, but you can hit notes he never could. They’re gonna love you out there.” 

You grin, and Sirius turns around, eyeing the both of you. “I heard my name,” he says accusingly. “What’re we talking about?”

The lights come back on, and that’s your cue. “Nothing!” you chirp, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the stage. “Let’s go.”

[servenna]

I almost missed my first anniversary in writing 😅… oops. So here is a last-minute recap.

This year went by so fast. I can't believe how much has happened, or how much my writing has changed, in such a short period of time. Looking back on it now, it somehow feels unreal.

For my debut, I chose Shikaku & Yoshino as my first main characters. Basically, because I was unsure if I could pull off any decent writing and needed a trial run before tackling a fic with my all-time favorites.

Ultimately, the story became a lot more personal than I had initially intended and —unexpectedly— it helped me through a dark time.

With a lot of help from my lovely friend @image13lyub , the story Sanctuary was born. She was my first teacher and beta reader. Without her, I might never have published anything at all. It truly means the world to me that she believed in me and has supported me ever since❤️.

And that's it, I was hooked. With each new fic I fell deeper and deeper in love with this newly discovered world.

The best thing that happened, thanks to it, was that I found my one and only soulmate @sillysnowden11 ​. Creating amazing new worlds together elevated this experience to another level — and marked the beginning of a true friendship that I never want to miss. What would I do without you? This goes way beyond good writing chemistry 🫶.

If anyone asked me: “What is the story you are most proud of?” I'd instantly reply: “A.N.B.U. — Love and Redemption”. No matter if I can only claim half the praise for it (if at all).

I deeply love that story. I can't even tell how much of that affection is based on the beautiful craziness of the story itself, and how much on the warm memories of writing together with a passionate, genius legend.

And A.N.B.U. wasn't the only collab we did. Maybe there will be more someday. Ideas certainly aren’t lacking, at least😂.

Another person who influenced and improved my work in many ways is @twnj . Whether through amazing art, beta-reading my first series, “Holiday Banters”, or by brightening my day with kind words and an open ear. What an outstanding artist and person you are 💖.

We shared ideas, we shared laughs, and we shared the love for an amazing shikatema fic, “Grandmaster”, by @notquitejiraiya . This fic is next level, by the way, and everyone should check it out. Go read it, I mean it. And while you're at it: best leave a comment because this story deserves it! (not me fangirling)

Art plays a big part in my life. I count myself lucky that I was able to incorporate so much of it into my stories. Some drawings were wonderful and generous gifts that blew my mind with their interpretation of characters that I have formed — unbelievable. It's still hard to wrap my mind around it.

On top of that (which should have been enough, but human nature is greedy😉), I decided to do a special commision. The last year hasn't always been easy. I usually don't do this, but I granted myself a (very big) reward in the form of a commission from @burin-burin — who is not just an unparalleled artist but also a wonderful person who should never doubt her art or herself. True gems are made through pressure, but the pressure others give us is enough, no need to add to it yourself. You already are a sparkling diamond 💎.

There are many other wonderful people who have influenced, inspired, pushed and supported me. Thank you all so much for your love and the faith you've put in me.

And so I would like to conclude this annual summary with an appeal.

Kindness goes a long way and I am very glad that there are still people out there with open minds and hearts ❤. That's how it is supposed to be: mutual respect, friendliness, encouragement and offering a helping hand.

Please support each other, wonderful things might come of it💖.

Yours

Venna

[kyurilin]

2: Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

26: Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

There is a severe lack of planning in my fanfic writing with the exception of the Shabby AU ideas and mostly since I don't write in chapters UNLESS I decide to post it early to gain interest (ie Stray and Love Is Just Like That, Sometimes) I really don't even know where chapters are gonna end. Mic's BS Life is FAMOUS for not having been planned at all with exception for the ending, while Crumbled Rooftops actually has an outline. Stray is MOSTLY unplanned and was a Follow The Vibes type thing with some talking it over with Shabby to nail down plot points I wanted to get down. Ironically the lack of planning is why stray chapter 3 has hardly gone anywhere as of yet but I also like not planning so that I can follow the vibes and figure out if something works naturally or not as opposed to stressing over how something SHOULD be going (crumbled rooftops chapter 5 suffered from this strongly since I knew what I wanted to do but several iterations didn't feel right).

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

I gotta say Present Mic's Totally Bullshit Life in EVERY sense of the word wild. It started from Aizawa's POV but I wasn't used to writing him yet and switched it to Mic's. Then that vibed so well that almost 4 years ago TO THE DAY I knocked out every bit of the beginning up until Mic and Aizawa meet up again for the first time in years in the span of a few hours. By January/February of 2021 I had until the AWARDS CEREMONY done (and that's about 48k into the story!). This story was not intended to be posted- I was solely writing it for myself as a fun little thing because I'd fallen really hard into MHA and wanted to write it. Stray and a villain au for an OC from Mic's BS Life were started between the time I started this and when I hit the 48k mark. I wasn't interacting with the fandom at all at this point beyond obsessively reading erasermic fic, so my first real foray into interacting with anyone was to join an erasermic discord. Met @purekesseltrash, told them I loved their Rooftop Necromancy fics, formed a friendship, revealed my still in progress story and Bellsa convinced me I HAD to finish it and post it.

It took me till May to finish it (had to cut a smut scene because I wasn't comfortable posting it as is), figured out how to end it, then knocked out the HAPPIEST ending the week my great aunt iris passed because I needed something to distract me (Aunt iris was one of the most iconic people in my life and I looked up to her very much so writing my silly fanfic was a very welcome distraction). Almost posted the story from a McDonald's drive thru.

Even more wild is that this fic STILL gets comments and kudos. I literally just got a new comment yesterday. So many comments have told me that they stayed up all night reading it. @shabby-blog was commisioned by Bellsa to do fanart for it and now me and shabby are buddies because of that. I've been writing since I was 13 but not until I posted this story did I have a story that was a real 'hit'. And LITERALLY all because after consuming all of Vigilantes and as much erasermic fanfic as I could read and the entire anime and manga at the time in 2021 I looked at Mic and Aizawa's friendship and went "okay but what about the two of them healing from the loss of Oboro together and actually showing how it affected them and their friendship".

I owe it nearly entirely to the single panel in vigilantes where Mic tells midnight to call him Mic instead of his name, and now here I am 4 years later (3 and a half since posting) still hearing from people that they love how I wrote the characters growing over the course of the story and that it means a lot to them. Which is something I never expected to see in a comment on a fic I wrote.

[cgtg]

Hewwoo, Im considering commisioning you, but I've never used Kofi. I've seen you do them in waves (I guess similar to opening slots, makes sense), and that the minimum is 3 pounds (wait British moment). I do wonder, though, if the quantity of money is up to the person paying and you'll put the same effort into it, or if it's directly equivalent to how much effort you'll put? I hope I'm explaining myself well. I was thinking of paying more than 3 anyway but just to make sure hehee

i pretty much go whole hogg regardless of da amount im given. more money means i might make multiple drawings or i might put extra care in smaller deetz, but here's an example. idk if its weird to say how much i got for these so if it is i apologise & i will remove da examples.

left i got £12, mid i got £6, right i got £3.

i dont rlly draw w/ the amnt i get in mind, i just do what looks good to me in that piece. i always do colour unless asked not to. & i feel justified polishing if i get more £ but yeah, i rly wouldnt say it affects it much.

e.g. for the sally face rq i got enough to feel justified drawing 2 pics. i wanted to do it anyways, but seeing da price made me go "yep for sure"

for the character design req, the delivery was simple bc the effort was more put into designing it, which took a few hourz bc i went thru many ideas. but obv if the person wants an illustrated piece & not just a simple ref they can ask for it

hope this helps, u explained urself totally good thank u 4 asking. take care of urself :J !

[pardi-real]

Judgment by Fallen Angel / Chapter 1 - Stage Play Commission

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[Devil's Palace, Garden]

One afternoon... I was taking a walk in the garden, when I heard a cat meowing from behind a bush.

> "A stray cat…?"

Rustle… rustle…

Muu: "Meow~, meow meow~."

> "What, Muu…?"

Muu: "Eh? Oh, my lord! Hehehe... I'm sorry, did you hear that?  I was practicing my "normal cat" act."

> "Acting as a normal cat...?"

Muu: "Yes! I often pretend I can't speak when I go undercover… I've been practicing to act more like a cat! Meow~

How is it, isn't it pretty good? Fufu! With these acting skills....

I could even stand on the "next stage" where the butlers are going to perform!"

> "Next stage?"

Muu: "Yes, the butlers were all talking about it earlier. Something about a nobleman… has commissioned us for a new stage performance. The four of them who are available have decided to take on the project."

> "I see"

Muu: "Yes. The butlers really do a lot of things, don't they~? Oh, right. I'm sure they are practicing by now…

If you don't mind, would you like to go see them with me? I'm a little interested!" 

> "You're right, it sounds interesting"

Muu: "All right! Let's go to the dance rehearsal room!"

Muu told me that the butlers were practicing for a new play. We went to the dance rehearsal room where they were gathering.

[Devil's Palace, Dance Rehearsal Room]

Berrien: "Ummm…"

Lato: "Hmm…"

Miyaji: "What should we do…"

Knock-knock… *Click*

Muu: "Hey everyone! Are you practicing hard for the play? Oh, huh…? Somehow, the atmosphere is heavier than I thought it would be…"

Berrien: "Oh, my lord... And Muu."

> "What happened?"

Berrien: "As a matter of fact... The other day, we received a commission to do a "stage performance" by a certain nobleman. We call it a performance, but.... It is kind of like an extension of the entertainment we usually show at parties."

> (Entertainment to show at parties?)

Come to think of it, when I first came to this world.... The butlers performed songs and dances at a ball where the four clans gathered.

The sight of Nac, Haures, and Fennesz dancing on stage... 

I suddenly remembered about that day and felt nostalgic...

> "It was a dance before, right?"

Berrien: "Yeah."

Miyaji: "The client this time is a man who loves to watch the theater. This was before the lord arrived, but… He saw our skit at a party once and liked it very much. Well, it would have been fine if it was just that, but...

He wanted us to perform a new play at the opening of his newly built theater."

> "A new play…"

Berrien: "Yes… It's appalling.

The client is the type that seems to be artistic, radical, and enjoys controversy. And so.... He offered us these conditions.

"You must perform a new, original script about angels." "

> "Are we going to make the script ourselves?"

Miyaji: "Yeah... That's why we were in trouble.

"Devil butlers put on a play about angels."

It's obviously a dangerous bridge to cross. One wrong move and we could end up with a big problem…"

Berrien: "That said, It is difficult to refuse the commision.

The man is a member of a very influential family in Espoir and has a strong influence on the distribution of clothing in particular.

If we upset them, it'll probably be difficult for us to purchase new costumes or fabrics in the future…"

Muu: "Oh, no... Then you won't be able to get new clothes for the lord! ...And I might lose my clothes too... that's a bit of a problem…"

Lato: "Kufufu... You've become more like a butler, Mr. Black Cat."

Miyaji: "We were just discussing what kind of play we should put on. But... we couldn't come up with any good ideas. Fennesz is currently gathering materials in the library.... I wonder if there is such a thing as reference material for plays about angels…"

Just then… I heard footsteps approaching from outside the door.

Click...

Fennesz: "Sorry for the wait. I was looking in the back of the library… I lost track of time...-"

> "Fennesz?"

Fennesz: "Oh-, huh? My lord? Why are you…"

Muu: "Fufu… We came here to watch you practice for your play!"

Berrien: "Fennesz. Did you find any material that could be of help?"

Fennesz: "Uh? Oh, yes… Yes, I did. About the book on "Angels"... I've been trying to recall them from my memory, but... I thought maybe... this book would be just right."

Berrien: "What? This is…"

Miyaji: "It looks like an ancient book, and… The title is "Judgment by Fallen Angel" ?"

Fennesz: "Yeah. A long time ago, in this story by an unknown author.

'Four "fallen angels" who have awakened to their own selves... debate whether humans should be destroyed or protected.'...

It was banned soon after publication."

> "Banned…?"

Miyaji: "Hmm.... Why was it banned again?"

Fennesz: "U-uhm... Maybe it was because of the ending... It concludes with "humans should perish", I think that's what made it not good..."

Lato: "Ooh… That book sounds quite interesting."

Miyaji: "Actually... I'm surprised you have such a book, Fennesz."

Fennesz: "Ahaha... When I'm told not to read a book, it makes me want to read it..."

Lato: "Oh my. Mr. Fennesz unexpectedly misbehaves too."

Muu: "I understand that feeling very well!"

Miyaji: "I guess there are a certain number of people who like such tragic endings. But for the noblemen, it must not have been a good one."

Fennesz: "O-of course, when we adapt the novel for the stage... We make the ending to be the opposite of the novel's.

"Humans should be protected."

I'm sure the audience will be satisfied. Because we, the devil butlers... are the protectors of the human race too."

Miyaji: "I see... The audience will be watching the "argument of the fallen angels"... and conclude that "the devil butlers, after much debate, have decided that they will protect the human race." And that's the impression we can give."

Fennesz: "That's right!  I thought it would help improve our image. That's why I brought this novel...  W-what do you think?"

Miyaji: "Hmm… Yes, you've got a point. From what you just said... I don't think it's a bad idea."

Lato: "As for me… I'm a bit concerned about the original conclusion, but if Prof. Miyaji agrees, that's fine."

Fennesz: "I-I see… Okay, what about you, Mr. Berrien?"

Berrien: "Well, I... I mean… you went to the trouble of expressing your opinion on… but, I'm sorry."

Fennesz: "What…? Mr. Berrien?"

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[harukamitsuki]

hey, its me again, another thing I implemented into my rewrite idea that I curious for your feedback on is the corruption of hpsc. The president in my au is sir nighteye, who went into politics after breaking uo with all might, which was after all might killed afo and was crippled from the fight(but thatsba story for another). He makes the perfect candidate in my opinion because his control freal nature fits that role to a T. Also the hpsc have changed tactics from after lady nagant. Now instead of kilking corrupt heroes, they simply prevent the public from knowing about the herpes misdeeds.

This comes into conflict with herpeton, who plans to expose corrupt heroes to the public, and show that they aren't the deities they make themselves out to be.

The commision get more desperate with trying to get rid of him after he exposes endeavor at the sports festival. From hiring mercenaries, creating the nomu(I made a post detailing my aus version of the nomu, so go check that out for some clarification), sending hawks to do him in multple times, and even partnering with the maestro(which backfires horribly as he turns on them and mind controls every hero and hero student into becoming his villain minions, which is my version of the my villain academia arc)

Speaking of hawks, my versiin of him is more corrupt than canon, instead of having him be brainwashed into thinking he's doing the right thing, he really is just doing this because he wants to live life on the top(after he had an awful childhood), no matter if people below him have to suffer for it.

So, any thoughts or questions?

The HPSC 100% needed to be more included in the story, considering they manage hero society as a whole, which was displayed to be toxic several times throughout, though never truly addressed.

Making them included in this way is great.

In canon, Nighteye was controlling from the start, believing his opinion truly mattered about All Might's successor, despite not being close to him at that point. He thought he was always right, and never admitted when he was wrong, even to himself.

Hiding the corruption from the public rather than killing corrupt heroes honestly makes more sense. Because the HPSC are obsessed with presenting hero society as perfect, and are unwilling to admit where they're faulty. It works especially since the maestro is a main antagonist and an example of a corrupt hero.

With Hawks, either way is fine. I enjoy the canon portrayal, but yours can be equally impactful to show how corruption runs in hero society, yet most are blind to it.

I'm of the mind that being selfish is perfectly fine, but not if it hurts innocent people. To Hawks, he would feel justified in his actions and ignore any guilt, or even excusing it with something like, 'There was no other choice,' despite having a variety. Which, again, can be impactful, as the audience are left to consider when looking out for yourself turns into selfishness.

All in all, I like your ideas. I read the post about the noumus, and it was... pretty cool. Especially if, as you implied, All Might really did kill All for One, meaning he wouldn't be able to create them. Plus, as you mentioned in that post, noumus don't feel important at all after a while, considering they were easily made and weren't treated with the horror they deserve, and having only two makes them feel like actual threats and significant.

The herpeton exposing all of this would make him a hero to us.

But, people hate the truth. Exposing corruption will make a lot of people like him, but it wouldn't just make the HPSC hate him - many others would too. We see this IRL a lot, with people becoming defensive or angry whenever someone exposes a shitbag, because they don't want to admit that they fell for it.

I'm sure you've already kept this in mind - I doubt you wouldn't have thought of it considering how much you've already thought about it.

Good luck with your writing endeavours, and thanks for the ask!

[vaguely-concerned]

zeblue sketch dump

here we go! :) this will go long because I Love them

I personally think of Blue’s glasses as less of the conventional nerd kind, more of the insufferable tech bro vibe. He IS a nerd but he’s also a scammer trying to get you to think it’s a sound financial investment to buy his cryptocurrency

God I wish I was more interested in/better at drawing clothes and fashion, because the idea of Blue wearing Aava hand-me-downs is one of the greatest mental images I’ve ever incepted myself with and I don’t think I can ever do it justice. + obligatory blue's dumbass jester my beloved

The Most important version of fullly armoured knight zero that I unforgivably forgot to include in my original post

Introducing Nephili ‘Neph’ Ax-Vel, one of the Force-sensitive kids that I invented for my ever-fixed mark ‘verse! Featuring an omwati redesign because the idea behind the species seemed so cool and yet what little art there is looks like uh… just humans with 80s hair and that was Not It for me. 

She is incredibly interested in technology and is showing signs of integrating her connection to the Force in that, exactly as Aava was so interested to see someone do! However (the monkey’s paw curls for Aava) Blue is her absolute favorite adult in the whole world, for unknowable reasons. (It probably comes down to them having some ineffable yet powerful autism2autism communication going on; he is surprisingly non-awful with her.)   

She’s also the only one of the kids small and literally bird-boned enough for Blue to be able to carry. (Dar-Yen — who even as a little babby 10 year old besalisk is pretty solid — once made a bet with his BFF that Blue would catch him if he jumped into his arms, Brooklyn 99 meme style. This experiment ended with several bruised ribs on all sides and a stern talking to. To this day the kids argue over whether Blue at least tried to catch him before they both went down like matching sacks of potatoes, or was just trying to save his cup of caf. Reader, I think you know in your heart what the truth is there.)

Before Aava and Zero started trading off haircutting duty, Blue’s hair got pretty long, which Neph took as prime free ‘I’ll braid your hair!!!’ real estate. 

Feared lethal assassin Agent Zero play fighting with the kids and dramatically pretending to fall to their combined might is something that can actually be so personal (is so personal I guess considering I made it up for myself lol). It is partially just to be an uncle-shaped jungle gym, but also a way to sneakily train them in working as a group the way he used to when running with a pack in his youth  

*blue voice* but why did theseus seduce ariadne though. Why did he not put the moves on the minotaur instead. This seems like the more obvious and productive cause of action long-term (and I have no other horny reason to think this)

*affectionate Zero voice* you’re insane (and extremely gay) but alright I’ll be insane along with you

(I could imagine this being a real in-universe statue that got commisioned and that they'd pose for fdskajfa Zero has gone through all the stages of grief long ago when it comes to what Blue does to his libido and has arrived at the perfect Zen of 'this will awaken something in me. and that's chill we live and learn about ourselves')

:') they

(Slightly older?) Neph and Blue, and some Zeros I doodled as a means to cling on to my sanity while stuck on a train for a couple of hours. Aava is right he handsome

important information being exchanged (the fact that blue specifically calls the hired killer he employs pretty... I will never be over it what is wrong with him)

The silly stupid little arms-wide-open-in-welcome doodle of Blue in this might be my favorite thing I’ve ever drawn. He really saw bae, went :) , and it fills me with such simple delight

(there’s also a Zero looking sad on this page of my sketchbook that didn’t make it in here, but that’s the context lol)

[kelpan]

I got art commissioned! Here's my OC Chrysanthemum! 💖

Credit to the artist for the headshot goes to wwispie on Etsy! Their shop seems to be closed at the moment, but you can check out their other works on instagram by the same name!

I'll be using this piece and other art I commisioned from them to help solidify the POV for each chapter. 'Cause if you're like me, visuals always help!

I also took a lot of liberties when it comes to the layout of the Daycare and the Pizzaplex itself, to better suit the ideas running around my mind. Thats a big element of the cannon-divergent tag here.

I'll make this mind-palace work for me, dammit!

Anyhoo, enjoy!

Ao3 link: Petals on a Stream of Stars

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Tuesday

6:45 AM

Chrysanthemum

Clang-Clang, Clang-Clang, Clang-Clang…

The echo of their combined feet stepping across the sheet metal floor triggered her nerves, the hairs on the back of Chrys’s neck standing on end. When Officer Vanessa took the lead, the last place Chrys had expected to end up was deep in the bowels of the back passageways, trying to walk through near-pitch black darkness save for a couple of red safety lights that illuminated hardly anything at all.

Glancing to her side, Vanessa remained silent, escorting her with a sureness that struck her as odd. Did she really know this place so well she could navigate it without sight? 

“Um, is it normally this dark down here? Should I have brought a flashlight?” Her nerves tinted her attempt at humor, revealing her discomfort. 

“Not recommended.” Vanessa replied, cool and calm. “It’s mostly the staff bots and animatronics who use these corridors. They tend to glitch if we shine a light on them while their night vision is activated.”

“Oh. Right.” She cleared her throat. “But uh, then why are we here? Aren’t there other ways we could have taken? Like where all the guests are?”

“No. We need to make a stop before we get to where we’re going.”

“A pit-stop? For what?”

“You’ll see.”

Keeping close, they continued on, taking the occasional sharp turn that Chrys never would have seen without the guidance, before stopping at a nondescript steel service door.

“Here we are.” Vanessa punched in a code into the nearby keypad, turning the light above the door green. It opened upward with a “whoosh”.

Inside, the darkness was even more pervasive, banished only once Vanessa flipped a switch on the wall. Fluorescent bulbs dangling from the ceiling lit up with a couple of clicks, humming as they warmed. Vanessa moved on ahead, counting the rows until she found the one she wanted, and pulled a single box down from the middle shelf, placing it on the ground. 

“Here. Go ahead and pick out a couple of shirts. They’ll serve as your uniform for now. Don’t worry, they’ve all been washed.”

Reaching in, Chrys rummaged through the tightly packed box, tugging a few out with an XL on the tag, and unfolded one to inspect its design. A simple, mass-produced t-shirt, yellow-bodied with two differently patterned sleeves, with the words “STAFF” printed along the back shoulders in bold font. 

“Cute,” Chrys murmured. Not bad, as far as uniforms went, she supposed.

Shirts in hand, Chrys hurried to rejoin Vanessa at the door, and the two reentered the tunnel, continuing on with no further distractions. The sight of another steel service door signaled the end of the hall, the glowing red “EXIT” sign a beacon in the dark. 

“Watch your eyes,” Vanessa warned, hand on the bar. “It’ll be bright.”

Waiting to confirm she understood, Vanessa pushed the door open and flooded the area with light, washing every lingering ounce of the darkness away and revealing a sight which made her jaw drop.

This had to be a story-book.

Dead ahead, in the center of a cavernous room, a makeshift castle stood, stretching upward towards the distant ceiling; Commanding yet fantastical. Twin spires, fake stone walls, and an arched, double-wide wooden doorway all added to the medieval aesthetic. With windows for viewing, and a netting that encircled the upper air space for safety, the design was clearly intended for younger audiences.

“Impressive, isn’t it?” Vanessa said beside her. “This is one of our newer attractions. Put in just a few years ago. Can’t say I predicted the addition of a daycare to the Pizzaplex’s future, but I must admit it is well-designed, and has been popular. Well, mostly.”

Chrys’s eyes went wide. “Hold on, this is a daycare? Seriously?”

“Indeed. Shall we?” 

“Please!”

Vanessa chuckled, and once again led the way, pulling an ID card out of her pants pocket to swipe through the card reader mounted beside the gated entrance doors. Thousands of gears all turning and rotating in tandem resounded from within the wood, and of its own volition, split down the center and swung outward, welcoming the two inside. 

Warm, soft lighting cascaded down from above, giving the space an ethereal glow. The majority of the area held two of the largest play-structures Chrys had ever seen, their colorful tunnels weaving in and out over-top the other, creating the perfect labyrinth for rambunctious little ones to explore. The floor, covered in a durable, cushioned material, protested being walked over in shoes. The air held the scent of disinfectant and citrus, clean and sweet, pairing well with the lilting and cheerful melody that played through the speakers to create an enticing yet relaxing air. 

“Whoa. This is… wow.” Chrys said.

“You approve?” Vanessa said, from off to the side. Chrys turned to see her looking solely at her.

“Approve? This is incredible! Any kid would have a field day to get to play here. This is really where I’ll be working?”

Their eyes met, and Vanessa smiled, with a warmth that reached all the way to her eyes. “Possibly. Care to give being the Daycare Assistant a shot?”

“Absolutely!” Chrys exclaimed. When she’d first started applying to places, odds were she’d be stuck doing something mundane and simplistic, like stocking shelves or taking orders. That would have been fine, she’d been prepared for that outcome. It didn’t really matter what she did, as long as it produced a paycheck. To be given the opportunity to still make money while getting to be around kids all day sounded like a walk in the park. She repeated the title in her head, testing it with her internal voice.

“Hey, wait,” Chrys said, the gears of her mind turning. “You said “assistant”. Does that mean I’ll be working with someone else?”

Vanessa’s smile widened. “Aren’t you astute? Let’s get the two of you introduced.”

She raised her arm, wrist first, and tapped on the screen of her watch a few times before speaking into it with command. 

“Connect to DA-1.”

Silence. She tried again. 

“Connect. To. DA-1.”

Again. Nothing.

“Force connect to DA-1. Open communication channel.”

The frustration leaked out in her voice, and a vein in her neck pulsed once. Static blared until a sharp buzzing cut it off, replaced by a voice of someone grumbling to themselves.

“Couldn’t be bothered to clean up his own mess, nooo. Had to leave it for good ol’ Sunny to clean up. Taking me FOREVER to—”

“SUNDROP.”

“Eh, h-hi! Yes! Ah, good morning, Officer Vanessa! H-Hello!”

She pinched at the bridge of her nose. 

“Next time when I call for you, you are to answer immediately. Is that clear?”

“I… yes, Officer Vanessa.”

“Good. Report to the entrance of the daycare.”

With that, Vanessa lowered her arm, cutting off the connection, and waited, looking with expectation towards the back of the room. 

Chrys followed her eyes, leading to a rather pretty princess tower mounted high along the wall, the centerpiece of an unfinished, hand-brushed mural depicting a cloudy, but sunny sky. A ledge large enough for someone to stand on jutted out from the wall, topped by an arched opening hidden from sight by a red curtain. 

Underneath, she saw an identical arched opening to the one above, painted this time to resemble more of an overgrown flower garden than the sky above. The dark purple curtain dangling from the arch jostled with an invisible breeze, abruptly parting way to allow a large, golden figure to come tumbling through, their long, lanky limbs flailing and tinkling about as whoever it was attempted to free its entangled foot from within the curtain’s folds. 

“Don’t worry, I’m coming! I’m—ack, let go you stupid—uh, just, just a minute!”

It was the same voice as the one she heard moments prior over the watch’s radio; a youthful, boyish tenor with a digital overlay. He freed himself after a few beats of hurried struggling, and jogged his way to the front where they stood, able to cross the entire width in only a couple of strides. 

“I’m here! I’m here, Officer Vanessa! What, uh, what did you need me to—Oh! I’m so sorry new friend, I didn’t see you there.”

His animated, oversized oval eyes swiveled down to her, LED lit pupils alight in a shade of bright blue. He spoke through an unseen speaker, his mouth shifting in shape only to adapt to his varying expressions, and always returning to a big, gap-toothed smile once he finished. Chrys craned her neck to face him full-on, overwhelmed by their sheer stature, even as they leaned their circular, disk-shaped head closer.

“Sundrop, this is Chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum, this is the Daycare Animatronic. He acts as the Daycare Attendant.” Vanessa said.

Chrys looked him up and down, as if that would somehow help the reality solidify in her mind. A robot. Or rather, an animatronic… and acting as a lead in a childcare facility. Would wonders ever cease?

Never had she seen one in person before, either. He seemed to handle himself with a fluidity that befitted a gymnast, someone with more strength and flexibility than the average person could ever aspire to; The exact opposite of what she’d imagine something made of bolts and steel to be.

“Ah!” Chrys said with a start. “Sorry, I know it’s rude to stare. It’s uh, nice to meet you.” She reached with her unoccupied arm out for a handshake, pleased when he reached to reciprocate, only for Vanessa to step in and interject before their hands could meet.

“No need for formalities, not with it. While they are tasked with the primary functioning and upkeep of the Daycare, and will act as your direct supervisor, you are the human element here. No need to treat it as you would others.”

Chrys glanced at Sundrop, and watched his face fall, the ring of triangular sun-rays encircling his faceplate drooping to the ground, the spitting image of a kicked puppy. Something in her chest tightened. This didn’t feel right. She gave a half-hearted nod to Vanessa’s expectant gaze, and kept her expression on lock-down. 

“Good. Alternatively, should you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask it. It’ll do all it can to assist you, within reason. Isn’t that right, Sundrop?”

Vanessa’s tone turned sharp. She tilted her face to the side, and shot Sundrop a piercing glare. Chrys winced in response to his flinch. 

“A-Ah, yes, of course! Always happy to help!”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Vanessa glanced back at her watch. “Well, that about wraps up all the time I have to spare this morning. Sundrop can access the schedule, registry, and itinerary for the day through the server, so you should be fine getting through today on your own. But, do be cautious not to wander about the building unaccompanied. Without a staff pass, you’ll be stopped by the security bots. I’ll have a temporary one made and brought to you by the end of the day.”

Alarm bells rang out in her head as she processed her words. “Wait, hold on. I wasn't planning to—”

Vanessa cocked an eyebrow. “You are working today, are you not?”

Her stomach dropped. This… wasn’t a part of the plan. Was it normal to start work the same day you interviewed? Should she have realized that? Her heart-rate picked up, and beads of sweat began to prickle her brow. 

Vanessa stepped in close, close enough to snap her attention back squarely onto her. “Don’t tell me that on the very first day of your probationary period, you plan to skip out on work? Tsk. Can’t say that will look good at all. And here I was with such high hopes for you. Perhaps I was wrong…” 

“No, no!” Chrys shook her head with gusto, pure reflex. “T-That’s not—I can work! I can work today just fine!”

Vanessa smiled, a quiet cruelness to the up-tick of the corners of her mouth. “Wonderful. Exactly what we like to hear.” 

Chrys’s gaze drifted to the floor, the pounding of her pulse throbbing against her temples. Vanessa moved in close, leaning in to whisper into her ear.

“Don’t let me down, Chrysanthemum.”

Then she left.

[understandableparadox]

Her Radiant ascendancy! fuschian ruler of a fan planet called bischeon! her egg was found after the crash landing of a colony ship and kept secluded. that is until the low blood uprising forced them to hatch it and start raising her to bring the planet back under proper alternian style rule. this was a bad idea, she went insane, declared anyone who tried to enter the ocean would be executed and started a major massacre that nearly wiped out a third of the planets populous, nearly removing the violet blood population as they didn't understand that the memo applied to them. spends her days depressed in a castle with her "daughter" watching troll mamma mia

artists:

@glassgob

https://eddie-draws.tumblr.com/

@nullifier

Paclus Sacrin, a mutant blood troll who lives on earth C and spends their day attempting to unlock more of the secrets of Zillium, which has turned their blood and most other vital functions into various candy. They serve as my main way to talk about my troll biology headcannons and to also vent how much i love a specific starter from the game cassette beasts

Artists:

@winkuzz

@spaceraes

Dazzet Piasma, a purple blood troll, used to be a chef for a roveing Massacircus, served last meals to the "preformers". one day the circus gets raided, dazzet escapes through the jungle but gets caught in the light. his eyes melt out but he learns that the ring in his horns is an artifact that makes it impossible for him to die! still vary painful. he manages to climb his way to the monestary of Shangri Ha and become a monk to attone for his past Assholery. Serves as a "therepist" for HRA's daughter. not going great.

Art:

https://x.com/BunnysTryingFr

@hareofhrair

https://eddie-draws.tumblr.com/

@mr-tsuyo

and gob again!

Feanza Dronia! The tituler daughter of HRA! nepo baby, anarchist and doomsday accelerationist, wants to blow up the system because its rotted completely without entierly understanding that even if the system is Rotted, there are still a bunch of people that Need that system. Will be a vary Shocking Lesson in the future.

art:

I have no clue anymore, i wish i could find the artist again...

Hareofhrair!

mr. Tsyuo!

and my favorite charubs in the whole Wide world... Kratamis (red) and Kratanor (green) Stunok. a charub pair raised on a desolate planet that hope to start a game. they are my fucking favorite pair to get commisioned.

art:

Hi mr. tsyuo!

https://x.com/C1ubDeuce

hey its wink again!

@mebis-art-dump

oooh gob again!

@napstachill

everyone post their fantrolls

if you dont have one make one idc if its canon compliant i just wanna see it

[mikiafina]

“VICARIOUS EMBARRASSMENT”

Message:

I do not own the characters mentioned in story below, I had this idea earlier and thought that it might be fun to imagine if it would really happen.

The reader's pronouns in this oneshot are not mentioned, but female reader is on mind while writing. Do point out my typos if you ever noticed one!

My apologies if this was too short, ‘m not really fan of writing in a long amount of time.

P.S: Read the mentioned stories made by kunichigo first before reading this.

Note:

CRITICISM ARE ALWAYS WELCOMED! IF YOU NOTICED ANY ERRORS IN MY WORK, FEEL FREE TO POINT IT OUT SO I COULD FIX IT!

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I DO NOT POST IN ANY OTHER PLATFORMS EXCEPT HERE ON TUMBLR!

Trigger Warning:

Ooc, grammatical errors, misspellings, typos, possibly curse words, suggestive content (sort of), mature-ish content (is that even a word?), Informal use of language

SUGGESTIVE THEMES ARE GONNA BE MENTIONED SO BE WARNED!

Synopsis:

After reading a oneshot-series of Genshin SAGAU made by one of your adored author, you felt a sudden desire to see your babies, husbandos and waifus. As soon as you logged in, you arrived at the entrance of mondstadt as you greeted your beloved babies and husbandos.

While doing your daily commissions, the topic that your sister were talking about went from another game named ‘Roblox’ to the story that you have previously read. And without your knowledge, my oh my. Your beloved acolytes are seemed to be listening with your conversation, oh sheeshhh.

What a disaster.

Genshin Characters x Reader

Dedicated to & Inspired by:

My favourite and underrated author, Kunichigo!

“[N/n] let's play roblox, I'll let you borrow mama's phone later for you to be able to read, for now play roblox with me.” Your sister tries to persuade you, even going to the lengths of letting your borrow the phone later as a bargain just to quote o' quote, play with her.

"Hm.. Alright, but make sure to let me borrow mama's phone. Or else.." You reluctantly opened the second computer as you placed your mother's phone on the side, while waiting for the desktop to load, you engaged in a conversation with your sister on what games to play.

"We can play Evade or Shoot out if you want, we can also play the games you play, uhh.. Arsenal? Was it?" Your sister habitually tilt her head in an insure manner, you hummed in confirmation at her question.

Despite the talk that you and your sister had made, you both weren't able to play roblox because you noticed the time and remembered that you have yet to finish your commissions and quests. So after setting up your recording software and opening up your preferred browser (Opera GX y'all), you launched Genshin and waited for it to finish loading.

"Oh by the way, have you read kunichigo's latest post? It was so good and underrated, like damn." Your sister squealed in delights as she proceeds on controlling her chosen character, Zhongli.

"Ah, you mean 'Cherry Red Lips?' and 'Terrible, Terrible.' if you mean those two, I did. But on the 'Cherry Red Lips?', she said she's inexperienced with those types but she narrated it sooo good! Like the way Kaeya shamelessly raised his voice to let everyone outside their beloved creator's chamber know that he's being pleasured by her is soooo— Aghhhh! It's so juicy! Like imagine if Aether really is withering and shaking underneath us while we suck on their blood? DAMN! I'd kill to see such sight under me! And don't get me started about Kaeya, that man is a walking menace! But that's one of his hot traits! Like— like just imagineee!" You fangirled while controlling Razor, running and teleporting around mondstadt doing commisions.

"Right?! It's just ashame that the author didn't make a detailed scene about Diluc withering and panting under his beloved creator's touch! But Lisa's scene was so lit, despite being written so short. But man, Aether's really well narrated, the author made it clear that he's a babygirl." Your sister added, fangirling as much as you do. The both of you continued on squealing as you played Genshin together, having fun and making it clear that whatever is the "story" you two were talking about, is what made your day better.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the oh so said characters are listening to your conversations. My oh my, what in teyvat did they just listen on to?

In the land of teyvat, Zhongli cannot believe what just reached his ears. Did he hear it right, are their ears working right? Did they hear it correct?

Much to Diluc's dismay, the conversation about the story that you both read did not end with just Kaeya and Aether being mentioned cause it seems like he was too, in the story. The mentioned characters can't help but feel blood rushing to their face, ears and neck due to either embarrassment or whatever human emotion you are supposed to feel in such situation, even those who weren't mentioned were flustered at the topic of their creators, despite this, they aren't sure whether to pity the others or to get jealous cause they're the topics of the beloved creators, nonetheless, they still feel the second-hand embarrassment for the others.

Meanwhile back in the Serenitea Pot, Xiao, Tighnari and Ayato looked at Diluc who's face is crimson as his hair, attempting to have the floor of the abode swallow him alive. He doesn't know whether to be thankful for kuni- or whoever the author of the story is for not writing a detailed scenario of him or he'll probably ask the Geo Archon to have the floor swallow him on the spot.

Kaeya who's sitting just right beside Diluc, laughed at his semi-miserable state, and honestly speaking, Kaeya is tad bit embarrassed but he'd be lying if he said that he denied that he's proud of how the author wrote him. Chongyun who has been silent for the whole time, almost choked on his ice cream if it weren't for Heizou and Thoma helping him unclog the small piece of popsicle on his esophagus.

Zhongli, who's being possessed by one of the creator and who's listening on the conversation from the very beginning, did not know how to react. Razor, who's beside the Geo Archon is quite confuse and worried, was the traveler, cavalry captain and librarian of knights of favonius sick or in pain? Poor boy doesn't really understand his creator and their sister is talking about, if the said people are sick then why are his beloved creator, squealing? Is there something he's missing?

Needless to say, it was an eventful day for both the vision holders and the creators. The boys are just thanking the archons that the girls aren't in presence and are having a peaceful picnic somewhere in Sumeru, or else they wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment, much less, face nor confront them.

® mikiafina

[yandere-sins]

A Merman’s Tale

Continuation of this scenario since I had some more ideas for it! Enjoy ^-^

Warnings: Yandere, Imprisonment, Forced Feeding, A fish is being... dissembled more or less graphically, Mermaids, Big monsters with big features, Threats to the reader’s life, Possessiveness

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“Eat up!”

The cheery encouragement didn’t sit well with you, much like the raw, kind of semi-alive fish you were presented with. Nowadays, if you craved fish, you went to the grocery market, bought you some fish filets already deboned and skinned, and never wondered how you’d eat it otherwise. But this one was still in its full glory, fresh - as you had to admit - and occasionally jittering. By the nasty gash it suffered from your new... caretaker’s claws, one would think it would be definitely dead, but maybe it was the nerves.

The same could be said about you as your own nerves laid blank, causing you to grip your own arm tightly, your nails digging into your skin. Caught between coral chair and table, the massive tail of the mermaid slithered through the water, sometimes wrapping around the chair legs or rubbing against your leg. It didn’t seem to bother with the other seat across from you, much rather taking up the space behind you and hovering over you, waiting for you to eat. As if the creature needed the confirmation that you could sustain yourself still, especially with the effort it made to bring home food.

It - well, that was a stretch; Atreo is what he called himself.

Atreo had been all too quick and all too proud coming back with what he offered you, but the shock and fear still filled you with anxiety as big as a boulder. You wished you could have not eaten for a few days, just to digest all that happened in the last hour. It was all still so fresh, and your memories of every minute so vivid, you had a hard time letting it live itself down. Despite still feeling the pain in your back, you didn’t have the guts to ask the merman to sit down instead of making you hunch over. But who were you kidding? You didn’t want to ask him anything and end up like this poor fish he killed for you.

“How...” you mumbled, slowly, having noticed that it took Atreo a tiny bit of effort to understand you despite seemingly speaking your language like a natural. “How do I eat that?”

Immediately, you pursed your lips, cursing yourself from even asking that while the merman was processing. You could have probably figured it out by trying to work around the things you did not want to eat of the fish, but truth be told, you didn’t even want to eat the fish, so maybe it was better to play dumb.

Or not.

Leaning sidewards, Atreo’s head lowered itself on your level, his expression changing between commiserative and doubtful. There was no way in hell - not even this deep-sea ocean hell you were in - that you were going to face him. Still, you glanced at him for a second from the corners of your eyes before you composed yourself, looking straight back at the fish.

“You’re not a very smart human, are you?”

Great, you thought, more belittling.

However, despite the jab at your pride, Atreo lifted his torso back into his previous position, his arms reaching over you and towards the table. Imprisoned between his chest in your back, muscular, oversized limbs on either side of you, and the table with the fish before you, there was no sound you could utter to reflect his comment, tell him you are much cleverer than he thinks, but you weren’t trained on working with fish.

Partially in awe but mostly horrified, you had to watch as he used his claw to cut open the fish, the water between you and the table turning red. You couldn’t endure watching Atreo gut the creature, flapping it open and removing spine and bones swiftly and skillfully. So you turned his head, which the merman noticed with a disapproving click of his tongue. Almost as if your preference not to watch that was rude to him.

You somewhat wished to never open your eyes again, never endure this kind of fear and disgust you constantly felt ever since you awoke in this strange place. Whatever all of this was, you didn’t want to be a part of it, but what options did you have?

Only when you felt something wet pressed to your lips did you open them again, shocked to find Atreo’s hand so close to you with only the fish - or really, what was left of it - between you. He probed you again with it and again, growing impatient as he tried to feed you. But how could you open up for that? How could you possibly risk getting these claws inside of your mouth?

“Open,” he finally demanded audible, pressing the fish against you again with the meat slowly falling apart. And yet, all that you could think of were the dangers of that monstrous hand poking around your mouth. “Do you not know how to do that too?” he continued his pestering, his voice growing into an annoyed grumble.

This time, you shook your head, fish crumbling from Atreo’s hand as if it was water as he lost his grip on it. Silence reigned for a moment, neither of you moving as the fish floated away through the room and towards the hole in the ground, a gentle current carrying it there. And suddenly, everything happened too fast for you to follow.

“How am I supposed to take care of you if you refuse to eat?!” Atreo hissed angrily, his second hand grabbing your face and pulling it back. As much as the webs between his fingers allowed, he only used his middle and pointer to pinch your nose between them, cutting you off from air while he went back for more fish with his free hand.

For a moment, your eyes met, and you felt an immediate burn in yours out of fear as the situation slowly dawned on you. Looking into his eyes was like looking into the maw of a shark swimming towards you, captivating yet deadly. But Atreo didn’t reconsider. A whole hand of fish was shoved inside your mouth as you gasped for air, and he kept it there by covering your mouth with his palm.

“You saw that fish? What I did to it?”

Chewing, trying not to choke, you nodded into his hand, tears collecting in your eyes. Letting go of your nose, Atreo leaned forward, the claw of his pointer positioned between your collarbones as he began to elucidate you.

“With you, I’d start here. And then I’d go all the way to... here.”

His finger moved, and you almost expected him to easily cut through your skin. You felt it glide over your body, even the fabric that still covered you - now soaked and barely keeping you warm - but he was careful, his touch but a grim reminder of what could be. It halted at the lowest point of your stomach, and you were still trying to eat the fish as you had to imagine him gut you just like the food you had in your mouth.

“I’m good to you, you know? I told you I’d take care of you, and I’ll make sure that you’ll live well down here with me.”

Patting your stomach affectionately, you felt like you were going to vomit any second now, but his voice kept you grounded, urged you to listen. Inside you, your survival instinct was doing a complete take-over of your body, despite the tears running from your eyes. It kept you functioning when all you wanted to do was freeze up and forget how to even breathe on your own.

“So when I give you food, you eat it. When I say ‘open’, you do as I say. When I give you something, you are thankful, understand?”

This time, you were shaking your head much harder than before, just wanting him to finally let you off the hook with his threats and demands so you could finally take a breather from everything. And seemingly satisfied, Atreo finally released the grip on your face, letting you lean forward and--

You intended to spit out the rest of the fish still mixing with your spit inside your mouth but decided to painfully push your lips together as you paused. Everything in your mind screamed at you to get rid of the taste of the food you had just forced down your throat, but a tiny voice picked up, asking you if you wanted to become food yourself so badly.

Even though it was revolting, you looked back over your shoulder, encountering Atreo staring at you—waiting for you to mess up. To test his patience again. He knew what you intended to do; he was just waiting for you to actually do it. Unblinking, like a grey shadow, he was silently staring holes into you, and it was your turn to clasp your hand over your mouth, slowly picking up the chewing again.

If there was anything good about the situation, it was the freshness of the fish. You didn’t have to work with an intense taste of fish on your tongue, just a mild salt flavor covering it. Nevertheless, the consistency and mass made it hard to work through, and it felt like ten minutes until you finally had it all out of your mouth.

Nervously, you looked back at him, swallowing the last few pieces, and Atreo’s hand lifted to his own mouth as he opened wide, showing off his rows of perfectly aligned, sharp teeth. You interpreted that by returning the gesture, opening up wide no matter how stupid you felt, to show you had eaten it all.

Instantly, you could see his enormous torso relax, lungs breathing out, with a half-hearted smile crossing his lips. As if he was happy but also disappointed that you did as you should. Only reinforcing your belief that he was still a predator out there to eat you despite his words. Unexpectedly, a chortle escaped him. You were just about to close your mouth as Atreo leaned forward, pressing his two pointers into a corner of your mouth each.

“Look, at those baby teeth! You’re like a newborn of my kind.” He pressed his fingertips against your teeth, testing their stability while all you could think about was how he was going to cut open and bleed you dry if his claws managed to scratch anything inside your mouth. “They’re so tiny, you couldn’t even eat a crab with them.”

Amused, he kept pestering you, and for the sake of no more threats, you kept as quiet as you could, only acting when he pulled your jaw open wider, almost enough to dislodge it. Grasping his right hand with both of yours, you squeezed it as you gurgled for him to stop, and his eyes widened, falling to where you were touching him. It needed both of your hands to wrap around even one - minus the thumb - of his, but it was enough to take his attention elsewhere.

Pained, you closed your mouth again, blinking away some of the tears that came naturally with the pressure of your jaws being pulled apart. It took you a while to return your own attention to the situation at hand, literally, as his second hand had wrapped around yours gently, and he was holding them carefully in his. They were entirely drowned in the subtle gray skin color of his, but in his hold, they regained their warmth. Only now you had a moment to notice all the lucent patches of scales that covered his body, just another trait of his that made him less human. Helped you distance yourself from this... monster.

But as hard as it was to admit, he had his gentle sides. Only a few, and rare, but the way he held your hands was tender and careful as if he only just realized he could break you all too easily. “You were drowning, you know,” he recalled, a memory you’d rather forget if you were honest. “The others were very happy for an easy meal, but I fought them off, bared my fangs at them for you. You were mine before anyone could even nibble on you.”

Atreo looked at you, and even if this was his side of the story, you could see that he was telling his truth. If it really happened, who knew, but you couldn’t contradict his retelling with, well, your blackout. His grip on your hand suddenly grew loose as he snatched you by the waist, eagerly lifting you into his arms and out of the water as if you weight nothing.

“And then I carried you here, like this.” Pressing your head against his shoulder, you stiffened up, unsure if he noticed. Unconscious you probably had been more relaxed, but he didn’t seem to mind. “Having a human is good luck; that’s what we believe in. That’s why we eat you, so we become stronger and a lot luckier in our endeavors.”

Pressing your head deeper into his shoulder, you suddenly heard his voice whisper into your ear, his head having turned to you. “That’s why I cannot let you go, you understand? I need to be the luckiest one out there. I am already the strongest, but I want more. I want you.”

His words pierced through marrow and bone, forcing goosebumps to cover your body as you briefly shuddered in his hold. You wanted to have nothing to do with some weird mermaid superstition, and you also didn’t feel like playing lucky charm for an oversized eel. But Atreo continued his monologue before you could dare to voice your opinions that you were too scared to actually say.

“That’s why I am keeping you alive. You matter to me now, and because of that, I will treat you well. Don’t ever think about testing me again, okay?”

A sudden movement went through his body as he carried you back over to the bed, much easier than it was for you when you moved through the water surrounding everything in this room. You expected him to drop you back on it like he did before, pinching your eyes closed and waiting for the impact. However, instead, he laid you down gently, your back making you sigh in relief for not having to endure another episode of pain on it.

Opening your eyes slowly again, you were met with his staring down at you again. It was an all-too-familiar sight by now, but it never really lost its scariness. “Good human,” he purred. A sound as alarming as it was enchanting. “You should look at me always. Admire me, know who is taking care of you. Noone less than the great Atreo is feeding you, letting you sleep in his home, and protecting you from the water and hungry predators living in it.”

You shuddered again as he praised himself, almost as if he was trying to make a good impression on you. As if he was trying to make you understand how great of a choice he was—if only you had a choice in the first place...

“Tremble-” he chuckled, “-if you must. But be careful, or I might not leave you anymore if you keep looking at me like this.”

“Like what?” you finally managed to croak out, feeling like you were interrupting something, but it was hard to see what he saw in you even though your reflection was right there in his eyes.

“Like a seal that knows it can’t outswim me.” Lips spreading, he grinned victoriously, seemingly proud of his abilities, but all you could see were the rows of teeth. Maybe that was what a seal saw too before... Ending that thought was too scary, so you swallowed it before you could.

One of Atreo’s large hands cupped your right cheek, holding almost half of your head in its palm as if that was normal. His hands had begun to dry out, probably since he kept them out of the water for a long time. Hence, the way he caressed your cheek wasn’t very comfortable, but he seemed too content with it that you didn’t dare to interrupt him and risk upsetting him.

“But don’t worry, I told you that I’d take care of you. I own you now, and I take care of what is mine. I have to go, strong men like me are always needed when we’re not resting. But I’ll be back in the evening, okay? You just wait for me.”

Slowly, you allowed yourself to nod, avoiding to poke your eye out on his hand accidentally, and he squeezed your cheek before pulling his whole body away from you entirely. Sitting up, you watched as Atreo moved his body back to the water, dipping it briefly inside before reaching up and combing his hair back, readying himself to leave.

An unimportant question laid on your tongue, and he noticed the stare you were giving him, cocking his head questioningly as if he could read your mind. “How did I... not drown?” you asked timidly, and Atreo thought for a moment, then his lips curled into one hell of a nasty grin that made your stomach turn.

“I can show you tonight,” he offered, tongue falling from his mouth, all the way down to his collarbones. It was such a horrid sight you couldn’t help but scowl in disgust. But he only chuckled as you still tried to figure out what exactly he did to you while you were unconscious, his long body sliding into the water and outside.

Crawling to the foot of the bed, you looked down into the hole, watched as his tail slithered after him, asking yourself what you should do now. You could go, but after all you heard and saw, you didn’t actually want to risk it, exhausted and still in pain as you were. But could you really just lay back and wait it out? Like a pet waiting for its owner to come home? Was there nothing you could do? You’d have done anything to keep your mind off this scary new life you were trapped in.

And especially your imagination trying to figure out what he would show you when he came back.

[animeomegas]

Omega!Naruto getting married

Anon: Omg omg bro I just saw the amazing and wonderful art of naruto in a white dress and it just got me thinking. Could you do naruto and his alpha getting married pllleeeaaassssee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺I also wanna show you the picture soo badd he's so beautifullllllll

(Omg tag me in this 🥺I want to see!!! Naruto is so so beautiful you’re absolutely right and I love him and this was so far down my writing list but I just really wanted to write it anyway. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. <3)

I wrote for a Western wedding because I have no idea how Japanese weddings work (although I’m taking a degree in Japanese rip)

Warnings: Alcohol mention.

This boy will never admit it, but he always dreamt of getting married when he was a child.

When he was really young, he asked the Sandaime why people get married and the Hokage told him that marriage is what two people did when they loved each other more than anyone else.

Naruto always wanted someone to love him and so he clung to this in a similar (but less extreme) way, to how he clung to his dream of becoming Hokage. 

He always imagined his future self as the most badass ninja/Hokage with  a beautiful mate/spouse and some little prankster pups who would love him and who he would love unconditionally in return. 

And so when his alpha finally proposes to him.

This man goes a bit crazy.

As soon as the shock wears off, you suddenly get bombarded with him shouting about a thousand different things he wants at the wedding, and what food there should be, and “Do you think they sell orange wedding cakes?”.

He wants an insanely big and extravagant wedding.

It’s probably best to just humour him.

Proposal:

You were already mated to Naruto when you proposed.

Naruto lowkey believes in soulmates and when you had been courting for about a year he knew you were his. 

His very next heat came around, and boom, you were mated. 

You proposed about a year and a half after that, spurred on by Naruto’s less than subtle hints about it.

Naruto loved being around his friends and he also loved positive attention, so the idea for your proposal came naturally. 

You threw a get together for him and his closest friends. Good food, plenty of drinks and board games.

Naruto was laughing and smiling all night. He teamed up with you for the games, sitting on your lap the entire time. 

He used this vantage point to demand congratulatory and commiserative  kisses everytime something happened in the game. You could feel him smiling into the kiss each time.

The plan was working perfectly so far. 

As the evening began to wind down, you stood up, immediately garnering the attention of everyone in the room.

You cleared your throat awkwardly as all the eyes in the room settled on you. Sakura gave you a thumbs up behind Naruto’s shoulder.

‘You got this!’ She mouthed, eyes twinkling with excitement. With her encouragement in mind, you took one final deep breath before beginning.

“Sorry to interrupt you all, but there’s one more thing I have to do before everyone goes home.” You started, successfully avoiding any unfortunate stutters or out of control nervous scents.

Naruto furrowed his brows at you, confused. You only smiled, silently telling him to wait. 

“I have an... announcement of sorts to make.” 

“Then get on with it.” Drawled Shikamaru, smirking at you from the corner. You glared at him for teasing you, but he was too busy dodging a ‘shut up’ punch from Sakura to notice.

“As you all know, I’ve had the honour of being mated for Naruto for almost two years now,” You focused your gaze onto your mate, watching him perk up at the mention of his name. “and I have been madly in love for every minute of it.” You paused thoughtfully. “Even the minute when he drank out of date milk and threw up all over my bed.” 

Naruto went red as his friends giggled at him. He let out an embarrassed whine as you joined in the laughter. 

“You didn’t have to tell them that!” He groaned, voice muffled from the cushion he had temporarily buried his face in. 

“What I’m trying to say, is that when I met Naruto my life changed forever, for the better. I can no longer fathom a life where I could live without him.”

You turned to address Naruto directly. He was watching you closely. Maybe he was starting to guess where this was going.

“When I wake up next to you, when we invent terrible ramen flavours together, when I bandage you after training because you tried to show off and hurt yourself,” You laughed breathily. “Those are the moments when I am the happiest. The common denominator is you, Naruto, my beloved mate.”

No one else in the room mattered now apart from you and Naruto. You took one final breath to steel yourself, before dropping on one knee. Naruto gasped, his hands coming up to cover his mouth. 

“Which is why I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.” You pulled the ring box out of your pocket, opening it to reveal a simple golden band. 

“Will you marry me, Naruto?”

Naruto nodded furiously, his bottom lip wobbling as his eyes filled up with tears.

“YES! YES! YES! A thousand times yes!!” 

Naruto threw himself into your arms as his friends applauded and whooped in the background. You caught him with a happy laugh, leaning to kiss him. Naruto reciprocated enthusiastically, earning a few wolf whistles from his friends.

Naruto’s scent was that of pure sugar and you revelled in it, certain that your own was the same. Eventually you pulled away from the kiss, wiping a tear from Naruto’s eye, cradling his face gently in your hands.

“A toast,” Chouji’s voice called out, interrupting your thoughts. “To the newly engaged couple!” 

All your friends cheered, raising their glasses in a toast to your engagement. 

“May their love last forever!”

You laughed gleefully. Forever indeed.

Planning:

Naruto has a lot of ideas and a lot of passion, but not so much in the planning skills department. 

I hate to say it, but Naruto is a little bit of a Bridezilla type. A cute one though, so that’s better?

He really really wants a lot of random specific stuff that he dreamt about as a child, but he’s not good at organising it so you get a lot of:

“Alphaaaaa, can you book [insert incredibly specific wedding thing]?”

“Alpha, alpha, alpha, can you find a [insert incredibly specific wedding thing] for me, please???”

Here is a list of some, not all, of the things Naruto wants for his wedding. Bolded are ‘no compromises allowed’.

A traditional, white wedding dress (He knows he can wear whatever he wants, but his life has only ever been atypical and he just really wants a traditional white male omega wedding dress.)

An orange wedding cake (Naruto wants an orange wedding cake, but he can be persuaded to settle for orange detailing instead of the solid orange monstrosity he originally wants.)

A ramen course ( he wants one of the courses to be ramen of course! The idea of a really expensive, fancy ramen course just makes him melt with excitement. Nobody is surprised when they see ramen on the menu.)

A big wedding (He will invite the whole village if you allow him to. Ultimately though, as long as there’s room for every friend he’s ever had, he’s happy.)

Double barrelling your surnames (He really wants to take your name. Now that you’re married and mated, you’re a team for life and he wants that reflected in your names, but he also spent most of his life without family, and his name is one of the only connections he has to his mother. As such, he would never be able to lose it completely.)

A stag do/bachelor party (He just thinks it would be fun to get together with his other omega friends. He wants to hang out with his friends and wedding party for a night without anyone being away on missions for once.)

A honeymoon in Konoha (Naruto doesn’t want to travel for his honeymoon. Konoha is his home and his favourite place to be, so he wants to be there. If you desperately want to travel, you could probably organise a half-and-half style honeymoon. Half in Konoha, half wherever you want.)

Two empty chairs for his parents during the service (He has lost so many people, he could never leave empty chairs for them all. He keeps everyone he’s lost in his mind on his wedding day, but his parents are the ones he misses the most on his special day. When he looks at the empty chairs, he likes to think that they would be proud watching him get married.

The Wedding:

Naruto is fully bouncing off the walls.

He’s so excited. And nervous. But excited.

He gets ready and when he gazes at himself in the mirror, he feels amazing. As a child, he always thought he would cover his whiskers with make up, thinking they were on of the reasons people treated him differently. But now, as he stares at his reflection, he wears his whisker marks proudly.

Everyone pitched in to make the wedding perfect. Ino with the flowers, Chouji with the food, etc.

The wedding was kind of a bizarre mix. Some parts were strictly traditional and other parts were... orange. 

Naruto had plenty of fireworks set up to go off in the evening, and this ended up being one of his favourite parts of the day.

Naruto asked Iruka to walk him down the aisle about a month befpre the wedding. Iruka 100% cried when that happened. And then Naruto cried because Iruka was crying, it was an adorable mess. 

You got married outside. The sun was so bright, and the weather was warm but with a slight breeze. 

Naruto and Iruka wait just out of everyone’s view. When they send the signal, everybody stands.

You watched in awe as your mate turned the corner, grasping tightly at Iruka sensei’s arm.

He was stunning.

The sunlight reflected off his blond hair like light off of water, his white dress adding to the blinding effect. Naruto had refused to tell you what he would be wearing today, but this was more beautiful than you could have ever imagined. 

As he reached the end of the aisle, your mate gave up on being graceful, running the last few steps and throwing himself into your embrace. You caught him easily, twirling him around. Laughter rang through the hall.

“You look stunning.” You whispered in his ear, gently stroking up and down his arms.

“So do you.” He grinned in return.

The ceremony flew by. You had tried your hardest to listen, but you couldn’t stop staring at your mate instead. His eyes were always one of your favourite of his physical features, but they had looked especially magical today. 

Before you knew it, it was time for your first dance.

You hadn’t planned anything and you certainly didn’t take any lessons, so it was just you and him, in each others’ arms, swaying together to the music. 

Naruto felt warm in your arms as you swayed. You took a moment to nuzzle your face into his scent glands, pressing a firm kiss to his mating mark while you were there. Naruto hummed in delight, holding onto you even tighter.

“My omega. My mate. My husband.” You breathed into his ear, knowing how much he loved his new title.

Naruto shivered and purred in response. “I love the sound of that, you know.”

“I’m aware.” You laughed, using the distraction to twirl him. Naruto completed his twirl before trying to twirl you as well. 

Other couples soon began to join you on the dance floor, but you and Naruto only had eyes for each other. 

“I love you, more than anything else in this world Naruto, never forget that.”

“I love you, too. Forever, I promise.”

“Do you love me more than ramen?”

“What? Can’t you just be happy with second place?”

“Narutoooo.”

“Fine... Joint first.”

“I hate you.”

Naruto barked out a laugh at the look on your face.

“No, you don’t.”

[dabisburntsack]

Pay attention to me

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing(s): Shigarki Tomura x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Restless from your lack of attention to him in quarantine, Shigaraki takes matters into his own hands.

Wordcount: 2162

This is apart of a quarantine fluff collab done with the crackhead sanctuary discord server! Can’t wait to see how everyone’s fics turned out! This was fun to do I hope you all enjoy ٩( ᐛ )و

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Shigaraki was secretly enthusiastic after a mass pandemic had broken out in Japan, usually the two of you would not be able to see much of each other due to the danger of being caught with your profession as a pro hero and his as an extremely wanted villain. Now you had no choice other than to be wrapped in each other's embrace as chaos roamed outside the solid walls of your modern apartment. No one was there to judge you guys being together and the usual paparazzi outside of your residence had been resolved as people were not stepping foot outside.

However, what he didn’t expect was for the hero commision to still call you forward as an essential worker. Villains it seemed were still up to no good, even though Shigaraki had told the rest of the league to stay put and inside; lesser known villains had decided to make their own names known in the country's vulnerable state. And if that wasn’t bad enough, the times you were home you had steadily grown yourself attached to the retro nintendo switch gaming console. What the fuck was so good about animal crossing anyway? Did you enjoy spending time with that rat Tom Nook instead of him?!

Shigaraki was used to him being the gamer between the two of you, he enjoyed it as you pleaded for him to get off whatever device he was on at the time by smothering him with kisses till he gave into you. Sometimes he would even do so on purpose to get affection from you. Being on the other end of it though, was something he quickly learned he did not enjoy. Not being one to initiate intimate gestures in the relationship, he just watched you hoping you would notice him sulking and give in to him.

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Sunday morning. No hero duties, just you and him, sleeping in till noon; but as his hand caught the coldness coming from your side of the bed, Shigaraki buried his head into his pillow and groaned. He could hear your padded footsteps going downstairs. Rolling over he yawned into his hand before checking the time, 8:45am. Why were you awake at 8:45am. Why was he awake at 8:45am on a Sunday morning.

Throwing off the sheets he winced as his feet hit the cold wooden floor of your shared bedroom, he was going to have to drag you back to your cocoon pile himself. Muttering, he walked his way downstairs before peaking into the living room to see you huddled on the

couch, switch in hand. Of course you were up so early just to go on that damn game.  

“Player two, what the fuck are you doing awake right now”

Your head snapped up like a deer caught in headlights as you saw your boyfriend's tired face leaning beside the door frame. Sheepishly rubbing at your neck you pouted up at him, “But Daisy Mae is selling turnips”

“Daisy who is doing what???”

“Daisy mae” You repeated bringing your switch up so he could look at what you were referring to “look at her she's so adorable, I have to buy from her I can’t make her sad by not buying”

Shigaraki looked down to your screen and blanked. There on screen was an orange little pig with a hat full of turnips, and standing by its side smiling brightly was your avatar. You got out of bed for a pig??? A pig selling turnips from its head...and was that a snot drop hanging from its snout?!!

He looked back up at you and if emojis existed in real life, he swore you would be the pleading eyes one with the face you were pulling at him. Ok, but who gave you the right to be so fucking adorable, he was meant to be mad at you for having woken him up so early!! Over a PIG!!!

“And why do you have to ‘buy turnips from daisy mae’ so early in the morning, you can do it later on”

“You can only buy before noon” You pleaded at him “Come on who could resist look how cute she is”

“I can be cute” Shigaraki huffed under his breath “Come back to bed, I’m tired and cold”

“Ok ok after this I will, you go warm it back up for me” You had already started slotting your switch in the port that hooked it up to the TV.

Shigaraki puffed out a breath but obliged and made his way back upstairs, waiting upon your arrival. Sliding back between the covers he peered at the doorway to your bedroom patiently to see when you would come back, however something about the warmth of the sheets and the way the mattress moulded perfectly into his back pulled him back into slumber in an instant however much he tried to fight it.

When he awoke again it was 11:15 and he was content to see you rolled up on his chest. He breathed out slowly, tucking a hair strand behind your ear, before kissing the top of your head.

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Waking and sleeping at ridiculous times had seemed to turn into the norm for you after that however, as he once again caught you out of bed at 3am this time, when he awoke from feeling the coldness of your body not pressed up against his. He blearily rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb before seeing a brief light flickering from downstairs through the cracks of your bedroom door. He threw his head back and protested, muttering under his breath on how much of a hassle you were, before pulling off the covers and making his way downstairs. Blinking at going into the light he found you once again curled up on the sofa, controller in hand and staring avidly at the TV screen.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?” You replied not taking your eyes off the screen.

“What are you doing awake?”

Well at least you had the dignity of alighting a blush that made its way up your neck and across your cheeks. You meekly turned your gaze to him ready to spring up your puppy eyes but he looked back at you with a deadpan expression. Still, you tried your luck by pouting at him and blinking your eyes in mock innocence.

“But shiggy there’s a meteor shower today and I had to watch it”

“It's a game, can't you do it in the morning?” Shigaraki sighed, being once more brought to weakness by your gaze. He couldn’t resist you, not when you were looking at him like that paired in an oversized t-shirt with a blanket draped over your head. HIS oversized t-shirt might he add.

“I have to do it nowww, the stars only come between 7pm and 4am”

Honestly he didn’t know how to respond, you really stayed up to watch a pixelated star fall from the sky. Is this how bad he was? He shook his head but couldn’t help at the slight smile that tugged at his lips. Making his way over to you he took off your blanket before wrapping it round the both of you.

“Lets see this damn star that has you awake all night then”

You beamed at him. He melted.

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With the days going by of you ignoring him for your switch, Shigaraki thought doing the same to you would be a good idea. But as it went on he couldn’t bring himself to carry on, he wanted your attention, and he had just thought of a way to achieve his goals.

Basing his plan on the night a few weeks ago when you had stayed up for that meteor shower, he dragged out an assortment of blankets to the old trampoline you had in your garden. Since that night he had decided if you so badly wanted to stay up for a stupid capatilist racoon, you could do so with him too and experience the real thing. He had gone ahead and checked the weather for when clear skies would take place for you guys to stargaze in your back garden, along with a nice dinner beforehand. He had already started cooking back when quarantine had begun trying to ease the load off you as you worked on your hero duties, and although not the best, his food was the least bit savagable now. (Although this did include multiple temper tantrums on his behalf and having to call Kurogiri to calm himself down.)

Coming back inside he checked on the curry he had left to simmer only to find it was burning. FUCK. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, ten minutes away he looked up in exasperation at the mess in front of him, this wasn’t going well. The curry was burnt, the salad was old and the flowers he got you had disintegrated when he tried to move them into a vase as he wasn’t wearing his gloves earlier on. Maybe it wasn’t too late for Kurogiri to teleport some decent food his way…

As the door chimed from your arrival he hurriedly put down the plates and scratched at his neck, he didn’t usually do huge gestures in the relationship between you guys, that was more your thing. He showed his love in small ways, he liked touching you, having at least one body part pressed against you eased his nerves. Whether it be your thighs brushing against each other as you sat next to each other or feeling the warmth of your hand against his leathered one it never failed to put his mind at ease. This was long overdue, he wanted to show you how much he cared, if things would just go his fucking way the once.

“I’m home!” You called out, he knew your routine by now, you would go hop in the shower as to decontaminate yourself from any germs and then come eat with him before going off to spend hours on your switch. Well not tonight, you were his for tonight.

“Welcome home, brat”

His attention turned back to the utter chaos in front of him and he brought his forefinger and thumb up to massage the bridge of his nose. Picking up his phone with all fingers but his pinky he dialled Kurogiri’s number but stopped in his tracks as he heard a gasp in the room.

“Shiggy?”

His ears felt hot as he turned to face you, you were looking at the small dining table set up in the kitchen and looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

Shit.

His cooking really was so bad he had made you cry fuck this wasn-

“Shiggy you did this for me?”

...

“Well who else would I do it for”

The air was knocked out of his lungs as you flung yourself into his arms, he was still fearful whenever you made sudden movements on him as of his quirk but he relaxed as he noticed the leather adoring his hands was there.

“I had a bad day at work today, I missed you so much all day”

Shigarakis arms wrapped back around you as he buried his face into your hair. “I missed my player two aswell”

Staying in each other's embrace, Shigaraki hummed in content. “I burnt the curry by the way”

“It's the thought that counts, I’m sure it isn’t so bad”

It was bad. Shigaraki seemed to have missed out a lot of steps and he ended up calling Kurogiri after all, after eating and showering together (you had jumped straight into Shigarakis arms and needed to be clean from your day of work) Shigaraki grabbed your hand and tugged you outside.

“I thought we could stargaze together…” Shigaraki muttered out his ears turning red yet again. “Like you do with bob rook”

…

“Tom nook?” You laughed

“Yes the dumb racoon boy”

“Are you jealous of said dumb racoon boy?” You asked, amused.

“No” He replied too quickly, and was silent for a while before speaking up “You’ve been playing on that game a lot recently though”

“Finally got a taste of your own Medicine, have you?”

“I’m not as bad as you”

“I beg to differ”

He flicked the top of your forehead as you giggled and laid back in the nest he had built on your trampoline, before staring up at the sky. It really was a beautiful night to stargaze, the weather was pleasant too, with the warm summer air and no breeze. Shigaraki laid down next to you, laced his fingers with yours and brought them up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

“I love you”

“More than Tom Nook?”

Pretending to think about it you hummed. “Mmmm yes I think so”

“You think so?”

“Of course I love you more than Tom Nook dummy”

Shigaraki was quiet for a while before softly muttering out “I love you too”

[dabiboy]

Idk if I requested this but hawks x reader where the reader and hawks both grew up in abuse and raised by the commision. ( there backstory ) and while there out on a mission hawks almost gets killed but the reader dwoop in and took the blow instead and that’s when he realises he’s been in love with her all this time idk it’s confusing ( however you want to do but the reader doesn’t die ) fluff ending please angst to fluff ;-; <333

Hi there! Well, the idea I had mixed these two requests, hope you don’t mind 😅

If anyone likes reading with music, I wrote this while listening this songs in the following order ‘Lost boy-Ruth B, When it's All Over by Raign, Call your name by Attack on Titan, Take Me Back to the Night We Met by Lord Huron and Hold on by Chord Overstreet.’ idk if it fits the timing, but yeah 😅

Always

''Shit, careful'' Hawks hissed when the cold compress made contact with his bruised cheekbone.

''If you don't stop moving is hard, you know'' You said, putting some pressure to reduce the pain.

''Fair point'' He remained silence for a while before a nostalgic smile appeared on his face ''This brings me memories'' you knew what he was talking about, and couldn't help but smile in the same way.

''Yeah, me too...''

Years before

Thunders and rain were the scenario for that cold night at the commission, but that didn't stop the training nor the classes during the day. However, the only thing you were waiting for was dinner time, the only moment of the day where you could hang out with all the different kids, but that special one. The kid with red wings, Hawks. The two of you became friends due to sad circumstances, when he had asked you where did you come from. Without even knowing him, he gave you the confidence you never felt, his eyes paying attention to you, nothing else, ready to listen and provide any help. You told him everything about you, about the abusive household, the bad treats and all that comes with it. His wings flopped, his eyebrows went up and his eyes open when he heard your story, and with some sad emotion he had claimed that he went through the same. ''We're not that different! I just have wings'' ''But your wings are really cool'' ''Do you think so?'' And from that conversation on, your dinners were not lonely anymore, nor your lunches or breakfast. Hawks was always there, to tell a joke, to support you, to tell you about his day and ask you about yours. 

That is why you felt weird when he wasn't at the dining room as every night waiting for you. The table the two of you shared was empty, and he was nowhere to be seen. You walked with your tray among the other students, asking them if they had seen Hawks, but none of them did. However, a girl walked towards you and say some words that made you whimper. ''I heard he was training really hard today'' was he ok? After thanking the girl you left the tray on a random empty table, grabbing only the chocolate bar they gave you as a trait on Friday nights. 

Walking through the installations was always confusing, too many hallways and doors that were similar, but you knew the way to his room. Hawks' room. You were being careful, though. Girls' and boys' dorms were separated, and there was no way you could get to his dorm past nine pm. But there you were, walking fast and cautiously until you get to the known door. One knock and no answer. Two and the same happened.

''Hawks? It's me, I... I didn't see you at dinner so I thought...'' 

The door opened on his own, a feather, of course. He was getting better at using them, but that had a cost, a cost you comprehend when you saw the twelve year old boy sitting with legs crossed on his bed. He was lucky he had a dorm for his own, but he didn't seem happy about it. Actually, it was the first time you saw him sad. He was the one that comforted you, the one that made you smile. But now his light was faded. You approached him slowly, sitting next to him. You could notice his raspy knees and cheekbones, forehead, arms. Everywere. He was trying hard to control his sob, holding his Endeavor plushie with one hand against his chest. You were the only one who knew about it, he didn't want other kids to bother him for liking the flame hero. 

''Hawks?'' You whispered ''What happened?'' 

''Training was hard today'' He answered simply, looking down at the mattress.

''I... Can see'' You tried to laugh at your bad joke ''Do they... Hurt?'' The bruises were too evident as to avoid them. ''They should give you something for the pain!''

''They said that it should heal soon, so... Guess I'll be fine'' He hugged his plushie a bit more.

''You need to be ok if you're gonna be a great hero!'' You said standing up, looking through the cabinets in his dorm for a faids kit, and when you found it you sat back next to him. 

''What are you doing?'' He asked, his curious bird-like expression was on his face again. 

''I will heal you. Or try to'' All of your attention was on looking the things you needed.

You used the cold gel compress to put it on his bruised cheekbone, telling him to hold it as you look for something to clean the dry blood off his arms and knees. He looked at you with a confused expression, no one took care of him like that before. Not even mentions his parents. At the commission, the other kids always praised his wings, and they wanted to be friends with him because of that reason, but you were different. There you were, trying your best at healing him, making lame jokes to make him laugh and to cheer him up, telling him he was going to be a great person. 

Once you were done, you sat comfortably again and smiled at him

''Oh, I almost forgot. I got you this!'' You took the chocolate candy out of your pocket ''It melted a bit, but I hope it cheers you up'' His eyes winded in surprise again, and then he leaned in to hug you tight. His arms caging your shoulders. You couldn't help but blush a bit, a boy was hugging you, what else could you do? 

''Thanks, really. You're my best friend'' Hawks said, his eyes still a bit glossy but now they looked a bit happier ''Do you want the half?'' He asked you, opening the candy and splitting it in two. 

The winged kid made your life at the commission a hundred times better.

Present day.

''I can't believe that you're a grown up man and I still have you patch you up'' You joked, leaving the cold compress on his desk. After years of training together, the commission decided that you worked well together, that's how you ended up in his agency, working next to him. 

''And I will never be able to thank you enough'' He said with a teasing smile. 

''Yeah yeah, whatever'' You said, getting away from the chair he was sitting ''Are you gonna go to the date with Hanao?'' Feelings were hard to comprehend, and you didn't know why you felt jealous every time he went on dates with random girls. No, you knew it. You just couldn't confess even to yourself that you were in love with that man.

''Uh, I think so. She's hot but talks too much'' He frowned his nose when he whined. 

''I talk a lot too'' You raised your eyebrows.

''Yeah, but your diffe-'' The door opening dramatically interrupted him.

''Guys! Nomus are attacking the city again, we need back up!'' The man yelled.

The two of you adopted a serious posture immediately, Hawks gave you the look that asked if you were ready, and knowing him as you did you simply nodded.

He held you in his arms so he could fly you near the scene where the chaos was happening, and when was near the floor he let you down, knowing you're fighting area was the ground. 

Hawks went flying so he could rescue some civilians with his feathers and fight nomus with the bigger wings. Things were getting messy, the creatures were destroying everything, and none of you noticed the spilled gasoline of a broken car and the fire nearby. 

You were finishing with a nomu when you saw Hawks again, and thanked internally when you saw he was alright. After a while, his wings got smaller because of the number of feathers used, but he was still trying to help a civilian that was stuck inside her car. 

Everything was happening so fast yet so slow, you could see everything that was happening in slow motion, thinking fast about what your next move should be. Help the scared kid? A cop was running to him. Fight with the white nomu? No, three heroes were fighting against it. And then you saw it.  A big one was walking straight to Hawks, but he was too busy helping the man in the car he didn't notice it. The distance was getting narrower, so you ran, ran as fast as you could towards him. 

''Hawks!'' You could scream.

But it was too late. 

Everything happened within the same second. The gasoline that was spilled made contact with the fire, creating a deafening explosion, the fire blinding everyone's sight at the same time the nomu used his outrageous arm to hit you and send you flying, body crashing against pure concrete. Hawks tried to cover him at the moment of the explosion, but your voice made him turn around and see what was happening. He saw the exact moment when the nomu got rid of you, his senses panicking when he saw you crashing against the hard concrete wall, and then to the floor. 

Another hero started fighting the nomu that attacked you, and other rescue heroes took care of the man trapped. 

Everything was in slow motion again, this time for Hawks. He couldn't fly, he wasn't fast. He ran towards your moveless body, but his steps felt heavier by each second, he was praying you were ok, he wanted to see you getting up, moving. But that didn't happen. You were there, face on the floor, passed out. 

''Y/n!'' He desperately called your name, turning you around to lay you on his lap ''come on kid, wake up!'' Hawks called, but you didn't hear his words. ''Hey, hey look at me. I need you to look at me for fuck's sake!'' Tears were forming in his eyes when he saw you were not responding. Blood was running down a corner of your mouth and your forehead, dust was all over and your eyes still closed. 

He couldn't lose you. Not you. As he called your name, all the memories attacked him. Those nights at the commission when you cured his wounds, when you shared your food, the times he got flustered when you kissed his cheek for the first time, or when he got jealous when a kid two years older asked you out. Or when you were in your twenties and he saw you with a good looking civilian and felt jealous again. The laughs you shared, the sad times. Damn, he even remembered the first conversation you had, when you told him everything about your shitty past and he had offered you his Endeavor plushie for comfort. The nights you spent together till dawn or get caught by someone at the comission. How he felt weird when he went on dates with random girls, He didn't want to be with any of them. He wanted to be with you. Just you. 

And the realization came like a storm. First the lighting in the middle of the night, everything that looked dark and confusing was clear. And then the loud sound of a thunder. It was love. Everything that he felt those years, every weird emotion. He was in love with you, and didn't get the chance to tell you. 

He was on his knees, putting pressure on your wounds as he looked the chaos around him, begging for a doctor, or a fast hero that could take you to the hospital. For the first time ever, he felt helpless. However, a voice took him out his thoughts. A light of hope. 

''Wing hero Hawks! I'm Ingenium from the UA, class 1-A. I can take them to the nearest hospital right now!'' 

He looked at the hero in a white armor, a student? He didn't have another option. He let the young hero take you in his arms. The engines on his calves lighted up and he went running. Damn he was fast, it could be a chance to save you. 

When All Might arrived at the scene, things got calmer. And he used whatever means he had to get to the hospital in which the hero had taken you. 

People looked at Hawks with curious eyes, he was looking desperate, looking for you everywhere and asking about you. He was about to lose his head when the same student arrived, this time no mask on. 

''Hi, this is Tenya Ida from class 1-A, UA student'' He introduced himself again, this time properly ''They take them to surgery and said she should be out in an hour or a bit more'' 

Hawks thanked the kid, and gave an effortless pat on his shoulder beofre moving to the waiting room. One hour pass, then two, and then three. What the hell was taking so long? He was resting his elbows on his thighs and head on his hands. No one gave him information about you, and he could feel the tears dampening his cheeks. He loved you, he had loved you all along and now you might be gone forever. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, never let you go. 

Hours seemed infinite, but then an exhausted doctor appeared in front of him. 'They're sedated' she said, explaining to him that you had lost a lot of blood, but that they were able to stop the bleeding from the different cuts, and organs. 

Hawks felt like walking the long hallways of the commission when he sneaked to your room when you were kids, nervous, wanting to see you. But now? Now he was a man, and he knew that he loved you and craved to see you. To know you were ok. He got to the door, and doubted whether to enter or not, but he took a deep breath and did it.

You were laying on the bed, a machine helping you breathe and lots of needles and cables on your arm. Keigo's chest tightened at the image of you wounded, and even worse. You were in that state for saving him, and he was hating himself because of it.

Quietly, he sat down as he held your hand. His chin was trembling he was trying too hard not to cry. Using his free hand, he caressed your cheek and pulled a strand of your hair away from your face. 

''Hey,'' he whispered ''I need you to wake up, ok? I... Need you here, with me. I'm nothing if I don't have you here'' His voice was broken, and he didn't even notice when the tears were running down his eyes again ''I swear I'll stop stealing your lunch, and I won't whistle or chirp on mornings because I know you get stressed'' Keigo let out a sad laugh ''There's so much I need to tell you, so please.'' He caressed your head again ''I won't go on dates with random girls anymore because I... Just want to be with you'' A sob left his lips, and he rested his forearms and head on the bed next to you ''I can even shave my so-called beard if you want to, but please... Wake up. Come back to me. Please, don't leave me'' His whisper was drowned in tears, Keigo kept sobbing by your side as the memories kept replaying on his head ''I love you, I fucking love you'' He finally let his feelings out among hurtful tears. He wanted nothing more than you to be ok. 

Suddenly, his heart stopped. He felt the weight of a hand on his head, playing with his hair. He got up slowly, looking at you with red puffy eyes, but full of hope. 

''y/n?'' He asked, heart beating fast.

''I like when you whistle in the morning'' You said slowly opening your eyes ''your stubble is cute''  a weak smile was on your lips, and he couldn't believe that your first words after almost dying were about him ''And I always pack up double lunch because I know you eat mine. That's why I get fried chicken every day'' At that day, he couldn't control the amount of tears escaping his eyes. 

''I...'' A sob ''y/n I-'' you interrupted him with your weak raspy voice.

''I know, I heard you'' You nodded, feeling your eyes getting watery too ''I love you too, Kei'' You caressed his cheek. ''I've been in love with you since I was like... Fifteen'' you rolled your eyes and laughed weakly, making him laugh in the same way too.

''Sorry I didn't notice sooner'' He brushed your hair with his hand, and then whipped some tears, but the kee falling '' Don't you dare scare me like that again'' He chuckled lowly.

''Sorry'' You said ''Can I get a kiss for saving your ass once again?'' He couldn't help but laugh again, loving to see you with a good mood. 

He leaned forward, his lips on yours were delicate, soft, and tender. Just his lips against yours, a bit salty because of the tears but none of you cared. You whined a bit because of the lack of air and the pain caused because the cut on your lower lip. 

''Shit, sorry'' He pulled away, and then got closer again to kiss your forehead for long seconds as his hand was still on top of your head holding your hair. ''I love you, so damn much'' 

He sat on the chair next to the bed again, resting his head on his forearms one more time. You used the little amount of strength you had to play with his hair, scratching his scalp with soft fingers. 

''I love you too, bird boy'' Tiredness was taking over you again ''This time you will have to patch me up'' You joked

''Always. I'll always will'' He sobbed one more time, closing his eyes. Loving your hand on his hair, and your voice. God, he could never be tired of listening to you. ''Try to get some sleep, ok?'' He said moving his head up again. 

''Will you be here when I wake up?'' You asked. The same question you did when as kids, when Hawks lent you his bed so you could sleep there as he took care of your sleep from the other bed, not wanting you to get any nightmares. 

''Yes, I'm not leaving you. I will be here'' He smiled at you, and after leaving another kiss on your forehead he rested his head on his forearms on the tiny empty space on the bed by your side.

He was not letting the love of his life alone. Not that night, or never.  

[zuffer-weird-girl]

What if Kai’s, Chrono, dabi and hawks s/o is pregnant and she hasn’t told him yet so she thinks she is messaging one of her friends but then realizes it’s him

*sweats nervously* oh dear all of them-

what-

At first he might think you are joking around with your friend and send him on purpose to make fun of it.

But when he notices your actual desparation and the text 'how tf am I going to tell him that?!' the color of his skin just drains.

Mimic got worried when Hari had to support himself on a wall out of no where.

After the initial shook he is going to go after you. No texts, no calls. He wants to face you and confirm this.

When you tear up and admits that was true he just sighs and bring you to a hug. Chin rested on your shoupded on the top of your head as he carres your hair.

"Well. Being a father doesn't sound like a bad idea. But I hope the kid get your eyes and attitude." He would smirk down at you and all the worries you had were simply vanished.

Not the greatest idea being a yakusa and having a kid. But he can manage it.

When his toddler is born he is one happy man. Will protect his little family at all costs.

Has an idea for the name if it is a boy, Huko, but the girl he might need your help-

Either way. He is happy with any of those ^^

But he mught have shouted in glee when you both discovered it was a boy 👉👈

HE LEFTS YOU ON READ 😡🤬

Might not even talk or simply dissapear out of your life for a few days.

He JUST KNOWS you aren't fucking with him... and he remembers not using protection on that night-

Few days I mean at least four or five, but to you AND him sounded like YEARS.

He is just scared okay? His father was a terrible with him and siblings. And him being a villain doesn't help either!

He is knocking on your door after the time he takes to think. And is already expecting a slap... or worse.

If you do slap him he is just going to murmur that he deserved that. But if not he is surprised.

Just enters the apartment without a word. Sits on the couch and says that he left the leaague.

He can't take care of a child and be a member of those. He cares too much about you and is starting to get used to the idea of being... a better man than his old geezer was.

Wants the girl to be named after Rei, dont @ at me.

If it is a boy then he is letting you choose or if you let him to name his son as little shit Tomioka.

Will carres your belly because yes. He wants to feel the baby even if you are only 2 or 3 months pregnant.

When his daughter is born he just doesn't cry because he can't😭 but his shoulders are trembling as he brings his little girl's face close to his and says

"I will never hurt you my little dolly. You're safe in daddy's arms. And I will protect and murder anyway who even dares to touch you or your mommy."

*sweats nervously* so!

The moment he reada the message he is calling you immediately.

Pls answer him for your own good.

"What the hell you mean pregnant woman?"

Is more insulted about the fact that you spoke to some filth rather than him first.

listen. He knows he isn't the best man to be a father. LOOK AT ERI DAMMIT-

At first he would mantain his compusture and orient you to take a medical confirmation since he doesn't trust those stickers where you pee on it.

"Unsanitary." Says him.

When the confirmation goes out he is at loss of words while Chrono and Mimic are teasing the hell out of him as Pops shouts in glee that he is going to be a grandfather again.

Is not that he is upset by the news... is just that he really didn't expected this.

But he isn't a man to run from his responsiblities. So he will assume and still love you anyway.

I mean come on. You were able to have KAI CHISAKI on the same bed as yours! Woman you are special.

Lowkey prefers a boy due to *cough* his experiences with Eri chan so- *cough* *cough* moving on.

He would be aprehensive at first if hiz kid is a girl. But he would be... content no less?

I mean... what is mpre pure than a baby? He isn't disgusted by a fruit of his and his angel's love. Actually he is more astonished than anything.

Okay. I have A WHOLE AU of Kai being a dad if you guys want to heck it out baby kaito and Kin so yeah, next!

After literally five minutes you sended the message he is over your window, knowcking on the glass and showing you his cellphone, still open on the chat, with the most cheeky and dumbfounded smile and wide eyes that you ever saw on him.

He is surprise but OVERJOYED!

He is crushing you on a hug okay?! He is going to be a father!

"KEIGO!" "Oh yeah I forgot about the newest pest we're gonna have. Sorry little chickens!"

Father mode activated.

Protective as hell that he doesn't even let Endeavour get close to you. ENDEAVOUR?!?!?!

Always witha hand on your belly and early starts to talk with the baby.

At night he might go to a existancial crisis about what if he is not ready? What if he is going to be a bad dad? A bunch of what if questions.

The commision might better not even take one meter close to you or his unborn son or daughter.

No way that his own kids will pass by what he went through.

They are going to be a hero if they want and not be trained like a machine.

Nest! Nest! Nest!

Since he is always busy with hero work he won't be able to go to all the ultrasounds. He is upset about it at first, but if you sit with him and show him, hsi feather ryffle up in exciment.

Might had fainted whem the doctor told you two that you were going to have a couple of twins.

DON'T. LET HIM. CHOOSE THE NAMES. PLeAsE-!

He is terrible with names and he knows it. And makes fun of it either.

Promises you to be a good dad like.. all the times. Despite having all fo his insecurities.