#atsuko means warm child and i wonder if she was.

[extra-somethin-somethin]

ik ppl hate fictional deadbeat moms but im an avid enjoyer. my feminism knows no bounds truly/j

like i get it she did a bad job. but shit she still did a job that's for sure!! like. she did it do you understand. 14 year old girl is pregnant. it's disgraceful. a shameful stain on her family. yusuke doesn't seem to have grandparents or anything so besides yusuke's bio dad she's got no one. and then when yusuke is a toddler the father disappears and considering who he is and what he's like that's probably for the best. gonna go out a limb and say that yusuke was maybe 4 or 5 when his dad cleared out so. at 18 and entirely alone. atsuko looked down at this little thing. this baby because he's still a baby to her this is a baby who only has her. Not even 4 feet tall with the biggest brown eyes looking to her for everything because he quite literally has no one else.

he doesn't know she's a failure yet. he doesn't know people will look down on them just because he exists as he is. he doesn't know how hard this is going to be from now on. all he knows is he loves his momma

so she doesn't cry. she just meets his big innocent eyes and goes "it's just you and me kid" and yusuke doesn't know that that's a sad thing.

so she takes care of him the best she can and it still sucks but yusuke doesn't know what the standard she should be held to is yet. for a small time she is the greatest and best person in his world and he's the only one who thinks so

then he meets keiko and her parents and finds out that his normal is actually dysfunctional and that his mom actually isn't all that great. that living day to day in the bottom of a bottle isn't healthy. so she's no longer praiseworthy but this person he's responsible for. just like that the roles reverse. because while she was all yusuke had yusuke is also all atsuko has. he doesn't respect her but he still punched the motherfucker in the mouth that called her a tramp. she taught him how to do it.

atsuko comes to terms with the fact that Yusuke doesn't really need her anymore, probably never did so she doesn't bother to care when he skips school or beats whoever he wants to a pulp or gambles because at 14 she was expecting so what the fuck can she really say about him. he sneers at her as he makes her coffee. atsuko lights another cigarette

it feels like betrayal when her son dies. at 14 she had him so how can he die at a sorry age like that. i wasted my teenage years on you for what? so you can die and leave me here? you fucking brat. how can she recover from this? yusuke was all she had. he hadn't looked up at her with an admiring gaze since he was 7 and stopped hugging her goodbye soon after but still he was hers he was hers and then he was gone

but then he comes back. and she doesn't get much better as a mom or as a person really. she tries harder than before maybe (keeping him in school) but yusuke never expected her to. he's made up of her bad habits and uncaring attitude but he's so much better than her. became something good something strong despite how shitty of a job she did raising him.

she's not proud because she has no right to be but something like it tugs in her chest when she sees him feeding the people he cares about at his little ramen cart looking as happy as the first time she'd taken him out to park.

yusuke's dad suggests taking another crack at the whole family thing and she wants to laugh in his face. the only family she'll ever have is that little boy who's stronger and braver than she'll ever be.

she doesn't want to see him laying cold in a casket ever again. he's meant for life, a soul as bright and durable as his. atsuko hopes he lives to see the sun explode

#atsuko urameshi #yusuke urameshi #yu yu hakusho #atsuko means warm child and i wonder if she was. #your son is sleeping and you're worried he won't wake up because you've seen him laying dead before #it takes her back to when he was small enough to cradle. she'd stay up all night just watching him breathe #because he was just so small and she'd heard about that infant death syndrome thing #and what if he just stopped breathing and she was alone #she's not a good mom but she's still his mom and he loves her even though she fuckin sucks! #also the fact that atsuko has connections to the Yakuza which is how she keeps yusuke in school #And pays their expenses is so crazy to me and also apt lmaoo #the Infamous Urameshis #people fear the very name 😤 #atsuko taught him how to fight you can't convince me otherwise

[hyliansquish]

Diakko Week Day 7

@dianakko-week

My final piece to this lovely ship week.  The first time I’ve participated in one of these.  It’s been fun!

Also read here on AO3

The professor’s boots clicked loudly as she made her way down the hall.  Books and papers in hand, she made her way to her personal quarters in the school.  As soon as she arrived, she let out a great sigh of relief.  She was exhausted, to say the least.  Setting her work aside, she went to her desk, and made a call on the crystal ball.  Once the familiar face appeared, she held a tired smile.  “Hey, honey.”

“Hello, Akko.  Rough day?”

Akko groaned, falling back in her chair before straightening herself out to face Diana once more.  “You have no idea.”

Diana’s face held a look of concern as she addressed her wife.  “What happened?”

“Our daughter.” 

“What did she do?”

“Well…”

“I don’t know how you do it.”  Akko said to her old professor.

Chariot chuckled, offering Akko a sympathetic hand on her shoulder.  “It’s alright.  It’s only your first year teaching.  It’s a bit of a learning curve.”

“I know,”  Akko groaned.  “But-”

“It’s alright.  You’ll get through this.  If anyone can, it’s you.”

“You’re right.  You’re right.”  Akko repeated, trying to shake some sense into herself.  “I wanted to teach here after retirement, and I am going to do that.”

“Never change, Akko.”  Chariot smiled.

Akko beamed, feeling quite proud of herself.  Her life as a performer was great, but it wasn’t something she could keep doing forever.  So many nights thinking of what she would do next, when then she thought of Chariot.  For the disaster that was Akko’s first year as a student, she had grown considerably since, mastering transformation and language over time.  And now she was here, back in Luna Nova.  Not as a student, but a teacher.  What a life.

But Akko was brought out of her own mind as realization dawned on her.  “Oh, my class!  I’m gonna be late!  See ya, Chariot!  Talk later!”  She yelled as she sprinted down the hall.

And as she made it to the classroom, students looked up in alarm as their professor came bursting in.  Seeing the looks she was getting, Akko straightened herself out before proceeding to the podium.  As always, before beginning her lessons, Akko made a count of the students present.  But it was so strange, Bernadette was absent from her seat, but she was still there in the crowd?  No, that couldn’t be right.  And whoever this “Bernadette” was, was looking far too nervous to be her daughter.  She knew what was going on.

Akko walked over to the stand-in, no words, as students just watched her approach.  When she’d reached her target, Akko locked eyes with the girl, which she refused to keep.  “You know…”  Akko started.  “Back when I was in Luna Nova, I had this friend who would skip class.  She’d make another student transform and fill in for her so the teachers wouldn’t notice.”

The girl was fidgeting, her face aflame, and beginning to sweat. 

“Of course, it only worked when she used someone outside of our classroom.  So tell me.  Where’s the real Bernadette,” She said with a swish of the wand,  “Miss Samuels?” 

The girl from the tangerine team looked down in shame as she was caught for her actions before proceeding to ramble.  “I don’t know.  I’m so sorry, Professor Kagari.”

“It’s alright, you’re not in trouble.”  Akko couldn’t punish this girl, she seemed too sincere, and she’d never had trouble with this student in the past.  Bernadette, on the other hand…  What was she going to do with her?  Nines, she felt so much sympathy for her old professors for her own behavior.  Well, she couldn’t do anything about this if she didn’t know where her daughter was.  

So Akko walked back to the podium.  “Alright class, let’s begin.”

“She skipped class?”  Diana questioned on the other end of the call, clearly angry.  “And not only that, she tried to get another student to cover for her?”

“She didn’t just skip my class.” Akko admitted.

“What?”

Without a class to teach at this part of the day, Akko spent her time patrolling the school grounds.  It was rather boring, to be honest.  But then again, so was grading papers, and coming up with lesson plans.  Well, she got to teach young witches about magic, so it was worth it.  

Soon, she was passing by the potion’s lab, her old friend Sucy having taken up the position after Lukic retired some years back.  She peered into what should have been an empty room, only to see familiar blonde and green hair from the corner of the lab.  

Akko approached quietly from behind.  What was that girl doing?  She had to know.  And unfortunately, she knew her daughter would not answer a direct question.  At least not anymore.  What happened to her wonderful baby girl?  Standing just over her shoulder, Akko made her presence known.  “Aren’t you supposed to be in class, young lady?”

The sudden question startled the girl, causing her to drop the ingredients she was currently inspecting into the pot before her.  A bright flash, and the room was engulfed in the blast.  

“Dear Beatrix, are you alright?”  Diana sounded from her end of the line.

“Oh, yeah, yeah.”  Akko said sheepishly.  “It was really nothing.  More a surprise than anything.”

“Still…”

“I’m telling you, Dia.  I’m alright.  Really.”  Akko assured.  “And Bernie’s fine too.  Though...”

They stood in the headmistress’ office, Finnelan’s office.  And Finnelan was mad.  Perhaps an understatement, she was irate, her pure rage seemed to come off her in waves.  Akko was scared.  Scared for herself and scared for her daughter’s future.  

“Damage to school property, damage to staff.”

“Headmistress, it’s-”

Finnelan held a hand up, cutting Akko off.  “Not to mention the reports of absence that I have been receiving.  So tell me.  Why should this school allow your stay?”

Akko looked over to her daughter, who had met Finnelan’s gaze with a resolute one of her own.  “She’s just-”

“Why shouldn’t this school allow my stay?”  She spoke.  “Didn’t you let a certain student by the name of Atsuko Kagari get away with far more?  And besides, wouldn’t it look bad for Luna Nova if the child of the Saviors of Magic were to be expelled?  I can’t imagine anyone would want to attend a school like that.”

“Be that as it may, your behavior has been unacceptable.”

“I hope you’re prepared for the consequences of letting me go then.  And what can I say?  I am my mothers’ daughter.”

Akko was speechless.  Finnelan was speechless.  This girl had audacity, but everything she said was correct.  The school would look bad if she was expelled, and she really was like her mothers.  Diana’s intelligence and Akko’s penchant for getting into trouble.  A devil.  

Finnelan merely crossed her arms, staring the girl down, judging, deliberating.  “Report to the trolls bathhouse.”

“Was I ever that bad?”

“No comment.” 

“Wow, mean!  Who could ever marry someone as horrible as you?”

Diana lifted a brow as Akko looked down to the ring on her finger.  And the girls burst out into a fit of giggling.  And as they calmed down, Diana spoke up.  “I do miss you terribly.”

“I do too.”

“Please tell me you’ll be coming home for holiday.”

“Of course.  I could never stay away from you.”  Akko smiled.  But the warm feeling she had from talking with her wife couldn’t last forever.  The papers on the edge of her desk called.  She always hated saying goodbye.  “I love you, Diana.”

“And I love you, Akko.”

Their connection broke. 

#dianakkoweek #diakko #dianakko #diana cavendish #atsuko kagari #lwa #thank you everyone #my writing #fanfiction #fankids

[luckystarchild]

Random headcannon! What kind of fathers do you think the boys would be like? :)

Now THIS is the kind of head-canon Ask I can sink my teeth into! Love getting these. WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD.

KURAMA:

I actually wonder if Kurama would want children. Part of me thinks he’d be perfectly happy to be childfree by choice. He’s a precise person I imagine as a clean-freak, and I think he’d find kids tiresome.

BUT, if he had them, he’d raise them to be polite, responsible, and calm–almost little Kurama clones, because wild children would get on his nerves. He’d never, EVER raise his voice to his kids and he’d find spanking repugnant (because intimidating a child into obeying means he failed to reason with said child, which means Kurama’s big brain failed him, and his pride can’t have that)

 He’s the kind of father who would have an office in his home that no one is allowed into except for him;  “Don’t disturb your father while he’s working, children.”

I also think he might accidentally wind up being a bit distant from his kids. Not for lack of love, but he’s so dang polite and reserved that his kids might not find him accessible or approachable. PLUS I don’t think he had much of a family as a demon, and since he spent a lot of his childhood ignoring Shiori, he likely has no clue how to be a good parent (though he mimics Shiori as best he can). He’s not the type to play Legos with his kids, is what I’m saying.

He’d have no trouble telling his kids “no.” 

I think his kids would inevitably have a rebellious phase, mostly to get their father’s attention, and otherwise be hungry for his approval.

Mess with Kurama’s kids, btw, and you die. You die slowly and horribly in the basement, tortured long and slow (and Kurama’s kids, seeing him protect them, realize that while their father might be cold sometimes, he truly loves them very much).

The voice of reason on the local PTA (which he low-key runs by psychologically manipulating the other parents).

Bonus: Kurama’s kids would have a GREAT relationship with Shiori and spend a ton of time with their grandmother, whom Kurama would go to for parenting advice at least twice week when no one’s looking.

HIEI:

Firstly, I don’t think Mister Deathwish plans ahead enough to truly imagine a family life, and secondly, I think he’d avoid having kids after such a fucked-up childhood. “How can I raise a family when I’ve never had one of my own, never experienced what that feels like?” I hear him asking. He won’t even tell his sister they’re family, which makes me think he thinks he doesn’t DESERVE a family of his own…so any kids he has would likely be an accident, unless you write him with a lot of character development in which he moves past his intrinsic self-loathing.

So I see him being one of two types of fathers: the dad who resents having a kid accidentally (but the kid eventually opens him up and makes him a happier person), or the kind of dad who tries to be a good parent and just has no idea how and winds up making his kids cry a lot (“Daddy is scary!”). Or maybe he starts as the first and grows into the second; IDK.

Point is, he’d be gruff and no-nonsense, and when teaching his kids to fight (because you know he would!) he wouldn’t pull punches. In fact, I imagine him almost as an Aggressive Little League Dad™, taking a small child’s fighting lessons far too seriously for their own good:

“Pick up your sword, child!” he says to a kid literally in pull-ups.

“But Daddy, it’s too heavy!” says the kid as they try to life a sword that is literally twice their height.

“I SAID PICK IT UP, BRAT, AND STOP DAWDLING. AN ENEMY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU BY NOW.”

 “Waaaah, Mommy, help!”

I think Hiei’s partner would have to step in and say, “Hiei, honey, they’re KIDS. Let them be kids. They don’t need to fight yet because we’ll keep them safe.” But since Hiei was LITERALLY TOSSED OFF A ROCK AS A BABY BY HIS OWN DANG MOM, he has no concept of what a peaceful childhood looks like and insists the kids fight while in diapers. It’s only when his partner points out that they do not, in fact, intend to toss their children off a floating island that Hiei chills out.

“Tell me, Hiei. Do you intend to abandon our child? Do you ever intend not to protect them? No? THEN LET THE KID GET A DANG TEDDY BEAR FOR HIS BIRTHDAY AND PUT AWAY THOSE NUNCHUCKS; GODDAMN.”

Has no idea what a PTA is and doesn’t care to learn, and will sulk if dragged to one. Maybe light a curtain on fire to cut the meeting short. It’s Hiei.

Bonus: Yukina would be a very involved auntie, because if Hiei is open enough to have kids of his own, he’d be open enough to confess he’s her brother.

YUSUKE:

Yusuke loves kids (at least in my personal head-canon he does), and while I totally see him having kids accidentally (because he ain’t the responsible sort), I do think he’d want them (or not hate the idea of then and just not think too hard about the possibility of kids until, whoops, one is on the way, too late now).

And you know what? I think he’d be a great dad.

He’d be warm with his kids, play with them on their level, and totally support them when they do something he never could (do well in school, for instance). Lots of affectionate teasing and wrestling, I picture. Yusuke’s father was canonically abusive, so Yusuke would try to right the wrongs of his childhood and be the best dad ever.

HOWEVER…I think he’d inevitably turn his partner into the Bad Cop to his Good Cop. Yusuke would be his kid’s buddy and leave the discipline to his partner. “Daddy, can I get a puppy?” “Um…go ask your mother/father!” He’d be the “fun” parent, and sometimes that would lead to strife with his partner and a lack of discipline with his kids. I mean, he’d probably give out the odd spanking or three (he spanks a kid in the manga, after all) but taking away a cell phone or grounding the kid would fall to Keiko, or whomever he has kids with.

In fact, if he tried to ground his teenage kids, they’d probably just laugh at him and assume he’s kidding, because he definitely let the kids skip school a few times, talks about their teachers with disdain, and isn’t built for being a stern parent.

Goes to PTA meetings, like, twice a year and makes snarky comments the whole time while eating all the snacks.

Bonus: Atsuko sobers up because Yusuke makes it clear she can’t be drunk when babysitting (and she desperately wants to be a better caretaker to them than she was to Yusuke, even if she laments she’s too young to be a grandmother). He also visits Mister Takenaka (who never married) with the kids sometimes and gets parenting advice from his former teacher, because Takenaka is the closest thing to a dad Yusuke had growing up. Takenaka becomes like a grandfather to Yusuke’s children and it’s lovely.

KUWABARA:

He wants kids, full stop. As a kid himself he wasn’t so sure, but as an adult his paternal instincts go a bit nuts. Turns out his obsession with kittens extends to human babies, as well. He’s a joyful parent, but he would very responsibly wait to have kids until he’s making good money and has finished school. No accidents like Yusuke, that’s for sure.

He preps the nursery as much as his partner does and is the best dad a mother could want during infancy. You ever see someone change a diaper at 4 AM with a grin on his face? You will if you visit Kuwabara when the baby comes home.

As the kids grow up, he gets totally wrapped around their fingers, a total “Yes Man” who brings home presents  (sometimes living ones like kittens) far too often for his partner’s tastes. Spoils his kids rotten, this guy, but his kids trust him completely and can go to him with any problems they have, knowing he won’t judge and will just listen.

He’s nurturing to a fault. Every night he helps with their homework, and if he doesn’t understand it, he’ll read chapters ahead in their textbooks and learn all of the material just so he can help them (through this he realizes just how much stuff he missed in school, back before he buckled down and went to college).

If he has a girl, he’ll be the kind of dad who gives a “Shotgun & Shovel” talk to her boyfriends (though knowing Shizuru, his daughters will be feminists and demand their dad back off and trust them to make their own choices). 

Kuwabara’s biggest fault as a dad is that he hovers and smothers; his kids will be driven NUTS and need space, much as they love their father.

Is the one bringing all the best snacks to the PTA meetings.

Bonus: Shizuru gives all his kids the sex talk because Kuwabara is too embarrassed to do it himself. She’s the coolest aunt ever, and his kids go to her house to escape their dad when he gets too smothery.

IN SUMMARY:

Hiei is an Aggressive Little League Dad™, but with fighting lessons. Doesn’t know what a PTA is and doesn’t care. WILL set something on fire if dragged there against his will.

Kurama is an aloof authority figure who psychologically manipulates the other PTA parents to get his way. Fuck you, Brenda, and screw the funding; these kids are getting a greenhouse.

Yusuke is the Cool Dad™ who eats all the snacks at PTA meetings (of which he only attends, like, two) and makes snarky comments about the moms' boobjobs to himself the whole time.

And Kuwabara is a loving helicopter parent who brings all the best snacks to the PTA meetings, during which he takes the meeting’s minutes (earnestly, but with illegible penmanship).

#yyh #yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho fanfiction #yu yu hakusho headcanon #kurama #hiei #kazuma kuwabara #yusuke urameshi #fatherhood #kuwabara kazuma #urameshi yusuke #yusuke #kuwabara #yyh headcanon #shizuru #yukina #atsuko

[shintorikhazumi]

Dianakko Week: Day 1(Late) “StarStruck Wishes”

A/N: Who’s late to Dianakko week?

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Gomen… it’s meeee…. Sorry… might do back to back on one day to chase the time… but rn… midnight… need sleep.

I mean, I need to participate here, right? As a proud dianakko author!!!! Sorry for any typos, odd grammar or whatev… but please… do enjoy?

Thank youuuuu for 600 btw!!!!

~Shintori Khazumi

StarStruck Wishes:

 “When you wish upon a star… Makes no difference who you are…”

 A lone figure sat by the hill, basking in the dusk glow of the late afternoon sun, the first few twinkles, sparks of night lights shining overhead, adorning the girl with a floating crown of celestial bodies. An illusion, a magical one, made without the aid of magic, surprisingly. It was simply a deception by perception. And this perception just so happened to belong to one daughter of elegance, a six-year-old Cavendish child.

 “Anything… your heart desires…” Red rubies suddenly flickered in the low lights, gaze boring into deep sea blues. “… will come… to you.”

 Diana Cavendish was captured, enraptured, mesmerized. The beauty so ephemeral scared her, along with so few simple words.

 “Yeah right.’ The other concluded before running, disappearing into the distance, a mystery of a sad smile painted on her lips.

 “Wait-!”

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As sudden as the thunder crashed and the lightning flashed, so was the awakening of a young heiress, finding herself swiftly sitting up, breathing ragged and heart speeding up in its work. With wide eyes, she immediately made sense of her surroundings. She was in her new dorm room, the one she shared with her best friend, a girl, Atsuko Kagari for their senior year at Luna Nova Academy.

Having grown a bit too accustomed to the other girl’s presence, Diana now sought it, her hands blindly patting down the spot beside her on their shared queen-sized bed, frantic in her actions, panicking as she neither saw her companion, nor felt her presence at all in the room.

Needless to say, in her state of vulnerability, Diana needed it, needed her.

Despite all talk of best friends, and friendship and loyal camaraderie, there was no doubt in Diana’s young mind and heart that she hoped for more from their relationship. Something that could blossom. A romance.

But now, companionship and comfort of a friend were certainly things she needed, putting mushy thoughts aside. She just needed the simple knowledge that someone was there. Just there for her, by her side.

Especially after that nighttime memory- was it a memory? Or was it simply an uncontrolled form of imagination?

This… This dream. It recurred quite often nowadays. Supposedly not a frightening nightmare, nevertheless it haunted Diana all the same, even more than any terrorizing dream she’d had to date.

This past week, it lingered, a troublesome thought. Red, red, constraining eyes. They burned themselves into Diana’s memories.

She wanted to meet the girl, to take away the sadness and return the stars in her eyes. Diana wished to.

Yet she couldn’t. How could she? When she didn’t even know who the person was.

Weak and alone in the dark, the only lights being the flashing streaks of pure power and wrath of nature outside the window painted with the tears of clouds, Diana found her way into a fetal position, hugging her knees to her chest as she listened to the grand orchestra of midnight storms.

In her fear, she failed to take notice of the one she sought after, the brunette with the lopsided grin, walking into the room with- not one, but two mugs of deliciously comforting hot chocolate.

In her maze of thoughts, Diana jolted in surprise as she felt herself encompassed in the most soothing of embraces, warm and strong. Protective. Akko’s scent that could only be hers almost lulled Diana to sleep, along with her rocking back and forth.

Akko, having placed down the mugs, now held the shivering Diana, cheek rested atop the crown of her head, soft blonde curls tickling Akko’s nose.

“It’s okay. I’m here now.”

The words were all the reassurance Diana needed. That’s right, her friend was now back, and that consoling presence was all she needed.

“Mm.”

Feeling the smaller girl squeezing her tighter, Diana squeezed back, chuckling as Akko whispered little jokes into her ear, random words, nonsensical phrases. She missed the warmth as Akko created space between them for a few seconds, to pick up the mugs.

“Hot Chocolate?”

“Thank you.”

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Diana was incredulous as she was dragged down the freezing halls of Luna Nova at three in the morning. Yet, skeptical as she was, she couldn’t help but have fun in this turn of events- dashing down the poorly-lit corridors, hand held firmly in the person she most adored.

“Akko.”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.” Diana squeezed the hand in hers, smiling back at Akko’s bright and cheery demeanor.

“Anytime for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Or two. Or three.

Luckily she could blame the redness of her skin on the evening chill that penetrated through their woolen blankets as they made their way outside, out from the welcoming doors, out into a field and trudging up a hill.

“Akko, what are we doing here?” Diana couldn’t quite help but ask, staring at the sturdy and reliable looking back of her beloved, the one who currently had her gaze to the stars as she shrugged.

“Maybe I just wanted to see some stars.” And there was something so interestingly familiar about the way Akko’s scarlet irises looked at Diana, the way they saw through her soul. “Thought it wouldn’t be too bad to let you tag along. I could use the company, if you don’t mind?” She finished, grinning sheepishly.

Oh, she certainly did not mind one bit, this Diana. In fact, she was overjoyed, truly grateful that Akko would try to do something like this for her to calm down, Diana knowing full well the smaller girl’s intentions despite her saying otherwise.

“Then I have no choice but to entertain you, isn’t that so?”

“Yep!” Akko replied, beginning to play along. “Thank you for gracing me with your presence, your excellency.” She bowed in a knight-ish manner that made Diana swoon, along with that carefree smile.

“Th-the honor is mine.”

Akko gave her a bright smile for that, and Diana’s heart lifted to the skies.

“Now, sensei!”

“-sensei?”

“Teach  me about stars!” Akko grinned, offering a hand to Diana again, the other pointing out to the bright heavenly bodies. “And do it romantically!”

Diana choked on her saliva.

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One star-study session later, and Diana felt it was time to go back. They certainly couldn’t stay out here and fall asleep on this grass, as romantic as that sounded. Getting wet, sick and chilly didn’t bode well with the heiress.

“Come on, Akko.” With that simple enough beckoning, the brunette followed, entwining their hands, fingers locking securely around one another.

“Yes, princess~”

As they made their way back to their room, Akko escorting Diana carefully, giggling as she found the girl sleepy, swerving along the way, and blushing embarrassed, Diana knew she wouldn’t trade these candid moments for the world.

In the warmth and safety of their shared room, under the protection of the covers, Diana lay with Akko beside her, the latter reaching over to switch off the lamp in their room, all ready for bed.

 With the lights out and the calm outside, Diana did her best to shut her eyes and slow her breathing down, though to no success. Trying to change her position, she still found herself restless, physically exhausted, but mentally active.

A hand wrapped itself around Diana’s bicep, calling for her attention.

“Can’t sleep?”

Simply nodding in response, Diana made a little squeak as she felt herself pulled closer, heart suddenly thumping in her ears, face and body heating up as she now lay flush against Akko’s body, her head on her friend’s chest, arms wrapped protectively around her, shapes being drawn on her back and hair caressed gently.

Her mind immediately relaxed. And then it happened. Akko opened her mouth.

“When you wish upon a star…

Makes no difference who you are”

Suddenly, Diana’s breath hitched in her throat, eyes widening, listening closely. This song, this voice. It sounded similar, only with the evidence of maturity.. but… no way… so many years of longing looking and… just beside her… how could Diana not have seen?

“Anything your heart desires

Will come to you”

Diana immediately felt the urge to see Akko’s expression, what spirit would show through her gaze, through her honest eyes. No wonder their redness was something to behold, so intriguing, so familiar.

“If your heart is in your dream…” Akko placed her palm against Diana’s heart, looking upon the heiress with a particular fondness in her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. There seemed to be a hidden message in these gestures. “No request is too extreme.”

[Even a request to be by your side forever…]

“When you wish upon a star As dreamers do”

Akko and Diana were certainly dreamers. And Diana wished that whatever signals she was getting, she hoped she was getting right.

“Fate is kind. She brings to those to love

The sweet fulfillment of Their secret longing”

Each word hit her deeply, engraving itself into Diana’s own being.

“Like a bolt out of the blue-“

Akko came into her life just like that. In an odd manner, but not unappreciated.

“Fate steps in and sees you through”

There was a pause in the air, the phrase left hanging as Akko gazed into Diana’s eyes.

“Tell me… Diana.” So close did Akko lean, forehead bumping against Diana’s, noses nuzzling. “What should I do?”

Diana replied:

“When you wish upon a star…” She breathed out. “What happens Akko? If I wish upon a star tonight?”

The smile that graced Akko’s lovely complexion was nothing short of breath-taking, glowing, shining like a star. Akko was indeed a star. And a dream. Diana’s dream.

“My dear Diana…” With her response in mind, Akko leant in close to Diana’s ear, kissing her cheek along the way, her voice softer than a whisper.

…

[“Your dreams come true”]

…

Diana wished upon the star. To give her her confidence. She was now ready to say it.

Hand on Akko’s face, she took a deep breath.

“Akko, I-“

 THE END~

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A/N: Again, sorry for being late? But.. y’know!!!! I trieddddd!!!! T^T Forgive meeeeee

~Shintori Khazumi

#dianakko week #lwa #dianakko #diakko #diana cavendish #akko kagari #fanfic #Khazumi is late xD #day one

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Witchy Awakenings

[Witchsona AU] [Charoix short] [Mask concept art] [Persona Morrigan art] [Persona Hestia art] @phantom witch anon

Three awakening scenes? Yes, definitely I love them like that.

—

Chariot’s Premier Show

She just wanted everyone to enjoy.

And yet—

“Magic is dead.”

No one else seemed to want that. No one else seemed to care.

“Your party tricks are useless.”

She’s been trying her best. She just wanted to fill the world with smiles.

And yet—

“The age of witches is over.”

Is it truly over? Is magic that useless? Won’t the world smile more?

Will her best ever be enough?

“Ursula!”

Her head snaps to the voice of reason, the voice of hope, the voice of her best friend.

“What do you think you’re doing? Are you going to let this guy talk us down like that? Get yourself together!” Croix scolds her with strength that surprises both of them. No matter how bruised she is, her spirit is far from broken. That’s why she couldn’t just stand by and watch Ursula’s cracking. “Don’t you love magic? Wasn’t it you who wanted to show everyone else how to feel the same joy you do?” She’s heavily injured and this is probably the worst beating that her body’s ever taken.

And yet—

Croix has never looked this strong in front of Ursula.

“What happened to your believing heart!”

Croix’s shouts are frantic, desperate, and hoarse with suffering.

And yet—

And yet it fills Ursula with hope.

“Sorry… I can’t believe that I forgot something so important,” Ursula says with a smile despite the tears running down her face. She shakes her head and picks herself up. With renewed resolve, she steadies herself.  “But thank you, Croix. You’re right. If this person doesn’t think magic is precious then all I have to do is show them properly!”

“That’s right. That’s a good attitude to have.”

“What? Who said that?” Ursula looks around to find the source of the disembodied voice, confused. But before she could find anyone, a sharp pain stabs her head first. “Argh!” Her head is hammered with so much pain that it feels like it could explode. She clutches her head so tightly, so painfully.

“Ursula!” She thinks Croix shouts her name. She’s not sure. She can barely see anything or hear anything because of the unbearable migraine.

And yet, she can still hear that voice clearly.

“Do not be alarmed, child. I am not the enemy. I have always been with you but only now do you hear my voice.”

“Who… Who are you?” She asks through gritted teeth. She can feel the edges of something forming around her eyes. Despite this, the voice remains calm and above all the pain, strangely enough she doesn’t feel fear at all.

If anything, she feels stronger.

“I am thou, thou art I… There is always new wonders hidden in magic and today you have found me. You who possess a believing heart, never lose sight of it again.”

“If you’re really a part of me then let’s do this. Lend me your magic and fill the world with smiles.” Ursula doesn’t understand what’s overcome her but her body moves without being told. With one powerful movement, she rips off the mask on her face and shouts, “Shine bright, Astraea!”

Bright. An unbelievable brightness shone upon all of them. But Ursula, no— Chariot believed.

—

Crow’s Done Hiding in the Shadows

“What do you mean you can’t be Chariot anymore?”

“Exactly what it means. It’s not that I don’t want to be Chariot, it’s just that I can’t.”

This couldn’t be happening. But it is. It has been happening for a while now, if it hasn’t already happened. No, that can’t be it. Croix refuses to let this happen. Chariot had been getting weaker in the past few months but they had passed it off as fatigue at first.

Until she couldn’t transform into Chariot at all since last week.

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Croix raises her voice as if only she could raise it high enough, it just might miraculously solve their problem.

“I don’t understand it either… Maybe I used up all my magic and lost her? Maybe that’s why…” Ursula shrinks further when Croix glares at her weak reply.

“It’s that half-hearted attitude of yours that’s the reason why you stopped transforming.“ She sneers at her. Really? She should know better that that line of reasoning is irrational. It only frustrates her further. ”Isn’t Chariot supposed to be you? You can’t just lose something that’s a part of you!”

“But we can’t be sure that I can’t! For all we know maybe there was a time limit to this! Maybe! I don’t know!” Ursula shouts and eventually crumbles. She looks away, her voice is soft, weak. “I don’t know… I don’t know anymore…”

The sight only infuriates Croix further.

“Why? Why are you questioning yourself like this?” Croix forcefully grabs fistfuls of Ursula’s shirt, clenching tightly. She won’t let her run away. When Ursula refuses to look, Croix holds her chin and tilts it until their eyes meet. She’s afraid. Good, she should be. ”Do you really think you have the right to doubt yourself? You’re unfair!”

“How am I unfair? I’m the one who lost something here!” Even Ursula starts shouting.

“You’re the only one who had something to lose in the first place.” Croix could have spat venom and it would have stung just the same.

Why you? Why is life unfair? Why are you so unfair?

“You’re the one who awakened to such an amazing power and yet…” She clenches her teeth before she could say anything worse. ”You’re doubting yourself now? Has the past year meant nothing to you?”

“Of course it meant something to me! It meant the world to me!” For a moment, the fire had returned to Ursula’s eyes. But it was only just a spark. And it died soon after, leaving only a once warm hearth. “But if that time is truly over for me then maybe… maybe I should just accept it.”

Accept it? Just like that?

Ursula awakened to Chariot. She accepted that.

Croix never awakened.

Not a day goes by where she refuses.

“Can you even hear yourself?” Croix asks in disbelief. This? This was Chariot? This was the same Phantom Witch that she’d been supporting all this time?

No. Maybe Ursula was right. Chariot was already gone.

But Croix refuses her to be the last Phantom Witch.

When Croix eventually lets go of Ursula, she let her go in more ways than one.

“It’s over. This is where we part ways,” She whispers as she turns her back to her.

“Oh…” She doesn’t know what kind of face Ursula is making but even so, she can still hear the disappointment in her voice. “I guess it’s to be expected since I can’t do this anymore.”

Croix doesn’t want to think too hard on the fact that she feels even more frustrated that her best friend doesn’t even fight her rather than the loss of Chariot. “Some believing heart you got.”

She doesn’t look back.

—

Five years later…

“Let’s see… If this version still doesn’t work then I guess I’ll be stuck with cup noodles again,” Croix mutters to herself while surrounded by her machinery. The laboratory is filled with flashing lights and whirring noises, a mismatched symphony that only makes sense to its creator. She holds her phone with a triumphant smile on her lips. “Too bad I feel like treating myself with sushi tonight.”

At the tap of a button, the world surrounding her warps.

“Heh, it looks like sushi it is.” She smirks. The first stage is functioning properly and now the whole operation’s success is guaranteed. She fiddles with the settings of the app and the world becomes even more distorted. This should be good enough. “Hey! Show yourself!”

…

Nothing.

…

Nothing at first.

But then it happens.

Croix clutches her skull as a headache sledgehammers on her. It’s painful, it’s painful beyond anything she’s ever experienced and yet—

And yet, Croix has never felt this alive ever.

“Finally! I’ve been waiting for you for years!” She shouts in joy despite the throes of her head. This pain doesn’t even compare to all that she has suffered just to get to this point. This pain was very much welcomed knowing what comes after it.

“It is you who have kept me waiting, milady. And to call me through such unconventional methods, you are quite the interesting master.”

“Yeah well you didn’t exactly come when I called for you all these years, did you?” She barks the joke but it is pained. She can already feel a mask forming on her face and a smile on her lips to match.

“There are reasons why you could not meet me back then. But I know that these are of little importance to the present matters. Let us form the contract. I am thou, thou art I… You who are not bound by convention and the like, spread your wings even farther!”

“With you, I can finally reach places previously inaccessible to me. You shall be my wings to help me soar. I will soar high, higher than Chariot ever did!” Croix shouts as she rips off the mask off her face. “Take flight, Morrigan!”

Dark. Without Chariot’s brightness, all Croix could see is dark. But when she sees Crow, sees the darkness of the feathers swallowing the bright light, she thinks that dark suits her better.

—

Crane’s Second Flight

Ursula didn’t think that she’d ever be Chariot again.

After all, if she could then she would have done so years ago. Maybe then Croix wouldn’t have left. Honestly, losing Chariot had hurt her but it was a shallow wound compared to the hollow crevice that Croix’s departure left. For all the time they spent together at the hip, not once did Ursula think that Croix would ever leave her.

Until she actually did. On terms that could have been better.

It took some time for her to adjust— not move on, never move on— but life moves on. Her Phantom Witch days were over so she was just a regular witch now. A professor to be specific, one at Luna Nova.

Where she found her protege— Atsuko Kagari.

While Ursula was busy burying the memory of Chariot, Akko had made it her life’s goal to keep on digging it up.

Akko was Chariot’s biggest fan, or so she said. She became enamored with her when she changed hearts at Japan and so she enrolled at this academy where Chariot debuted. She wants to follow in her footsteps. And she did. She did more than Ursula could do at the moment.

Through her own will, Akko became a Phantom Witch.

It filled Ursula with renewed hope.

“Akko!”

And it is that same hope who is on the verge of death.

“Stand back, Ursula sensei!” Akko shouts and extends an arm out in warning. “Ordinary magic doesn’t work on shadows so you shouldn’t get close!”

“But you’re hurt! At least let me heal your wounds!” Ursula tries to approach her but Akko swipes her rod at her direction.

“I’m fine! I’m fine! It’s just a scratch!” Akko tries to laugh it off but winces. The ambush really did a number on her despite her best efforts to smile. “You’ll see! I have a good comeback move that’ll—”

The words are knocked out along with her.

“AKKO!” She feels herself run before she hears herself cry.

Ursula didn’t think that she’d ever be Chariot again.

But even so, she has to be at least someone who can protect those who are precious to her.

“I’m here! It’s alright. Everything will be alright. You’ve done well to get this far,” Ursula reassures her soothingly. “Let sensei carry you until you recover. No harm will fall over you from now on. I will protect you, Akko.”

“Sensei…? No… It’s too dangerous,” Akko mumbles deliriously, her head still spinning from the attack.

“It’s more dangerous to leave you alone, you know,” Ursula comments with a soft smile. It’s the last thing Akko sees before she passes out. When Ursula turns her gaze to the shadows, the fury in her eyes is enough to scorch. “Never again… Never again will I let you touch her! I’ve already lost enough… Even if it costs me my life, I won’t let you take her away!”

“Have you found your resolve again?”

“This voice?” Ursula’s eyes widen at the familiar experience— familiar yet not quite the same. “It’s… different?”

“Just as you are also different. And yet this feels strangely familiar, does it not?”

“Wait, does this mean…” She feels the weight of Akko, heavy in her arms. She shakes her head “No, this is not the time to question this. If you’re the same”

“You’ve changed. Just like how you changed five years ago. But this change… suits you more. I am thou, thou art I… Not all who wander are lost forever. You who have found your path again, please don’t forget to believe.”

“I know that now. All this time I’ve been doubting myself… when all along I should’ve just believed like I used to.” She can feel the edges of a mask taking form. “Akko believes in me. And I think, out there somewhere, Croix believes in me too. That’s why I have to wake up and start believing again. After all, a believing heart is my magic. That same magic will help me protect those who are important to me.” She places a hand on her face where her mask is as it should be. It’s different from last time but it she rips it off all the same. “Lend me your strength, Hestia!”

Free. Ursula has felt like caged bird ever since she lost Chariot but now— now she’s Crane who flies freely.

#witchsona AU #little witch academia #lwa #charoix #ursula callistis #croix meridies #chariot dunord #shiny chariot #special thanks to #phantom witch anon #this one's for you #your concept arts fueled me