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[nanabrainrot]

IV. Gut Reaction [Kirtch] Kinktober

Day 4: Teratophilia, the sexual attraction to monsters

Warnings! size difference, monster fucking, alien fucking, facesitting, I gave him a ribbed/ridged prehensile tongue like an anteater/alien/cat crossover for horny reasons. @i-drop-level-one-loot is Kirtch’s creator so everyone say thank you to them.

Like a good pet, you wake him up with kisses. The collar isn’t on anymore (of course not at night, what if you were uncomfortable?) and you curl to his side in bed every night now. The weeks, months, years were passing and you were none the wiser: you measured time by how long Kirtch was gone now.

Your lips press kisses to the exoskeleton of his face, warmth greeting him in the morning with soft skin pawing at him clumsily. He was no awful owner by any means, but he was an indulgent one. You climbed on his chest, hands pressing with flat palms against the plates there - cold exoskeleton making you shiver slightly. No matter, he indulged you especially when he made room for you on his bed with the miscellaneous throws of plush, sherpa, faux fur, real fur, satins, and more from neighboring planets or galaxies’ animal pelts. The little sweet bralette and boy short sleep set are moist - the adverse reactions of you to the collar’s chemical seemed to stay in your system forever due to the dosage. Pressing a kiss to the pinchers on his cheeks you coo: “Work today?”

“Of course, little one. I got called in with incentive pay, I told you last night,” he chuckled lightly. Last night, per usual, you were out of your head and airheaded - bucking into the device he used to force orgasms out to tire you faster. Humans were sometimes prone to trouble falling asleep, which he noted dutifully to avoid or a human can be exhausted. One sleepless night was enough to throw off a human’s entire schedule!

You pouted, huffing at him haughtily. All this time with Kirtch had made you bratty, not that you knew. You were just a hedonist who survived off the attentions of your master, the one you initially hated. Now, the days without him were hard and agonizing. It was like leaving your dog at home on a daytrip.

His cold claws graze your skin and you nudge upwards, knees and hands carrying you as you crawl to where his face is with a mischievous grin. Your knees settle on each side of his head: you were a taker who took and took timelessly again and again. You were lucky he was a giver.

The fabric of your shorts gone, you pressed your entrance to his face - a dog in heat. Knowing his strength, you held nothing back from letting your dead weight sit on his face given his size. Slickness pressed on the opening when his mouth was as you impatiently bucked against the opening: wanton and waiting.

Kirtch was a giver. The appendages of his mouth were jarring at first, but the length of his long prehensile tongue licked up and down the slit. It wasn’t a human tongue, the ridges and texture of it stimulating the crevices of your loins with stimulations of all sorts. The gentle licks with the abrasive texture of the muscle made your stomach turn and nipples perk as his big hands went to cradle you above him. He made no effort to alleviate your weight as you squirmed and twitched on him. He was just happy to have you close like this.

The tongue, long and prehensile, stills at your entrance and prods at curiously. Despite his human knowledge, you always found it cute that like human lovers he seemed to have trouble finding that hole at first despite the numerous encounters. You buck, humming in contentment as your head lulls back and your hands stroke the cold shells by his face. Prodding, prodding, you sigh in anticipation. Patience was a virtue and patience had made you stronger than you ever imagined; you weren’t the person you were when Kirtch got you but there were virtues bestowed upon you from this… this situation turned companionship he planted you in.

Prodding, pressing, then sliding, the texture of his tongue is delicious. The movies back of earth with those scary alien tongues always left you with a weird feeling in your belly but the way his tongue felt so thick and ridged inside was a greater pleasure than any dildo you ever played with in your bed back home. Sighing, you stir your hips when his tongue stops when it hits the wall by your cervix and he knows it can go no deeper: you loved being so full, so close to him.

Bucking, your eyes roll as his tongue dips down into where his mouth is obscured by your hips, before sliding back up. The ridges scrape your insides like a ribbed condom or those textured dildos, hot and warm and wet, he fills you before withdrawing. The slow tongue dips back down and jams back up harshly, earning a choked gasp. You stutter, eyes blown wide as the tongue flattened in you: its circumference blown wider to fill you more. The ribs and ridges of the tongue thing press impossibly hard into your walls as you pant lewdly while you struggled to steady you weight by pressing your palms flat on his head. The tip of the tongue swirls around your cervix like a human licks at a nipple and your eyes see spots.

The tongue is long, in and out, flattening and widening then swirling and flicking at your cervix with the hot wet texture of it. You buck, a choked sob as you clench on it. The size of him always hurts given his impressive and inhuman stature; your little body was not made to take the ridiculous dimensions of his races’ appendages in any way. There is a will, there is a way. The way his member left your insides fragile and swollen often led you to seeking pleasure from his mouth while your pussy recovered. A flick of the tip inside, he switched gears and presses hard on your g-spot with a stiff tongue. Drool dribbles from your mouth as your vision slips away while his tongue keeps thrusting in and out, jutting up only to meet the g-spot in beating and steady bursts against the sweet spot until your body was shaking.

Back hunched as you held at his head while you babbled and drooled stupidly, Kirtch withdraws his tongue but only to nuzzle against your clit to drink up the scent of your pheromones to memorize and get him through the day. Regrouping, you still shake on where his tongue emerges from with shaky breaths. He can’t bring himself to move you.

Sometimes it’s okay to be late to work.

#alien x reader #alien smut #nana writes oc #kirtch lemme hit. #shoutout to my beloved mootie patootie for birthing kirtch #prehensile ridged tongue 😍 #I mean what #kinktober 2023

[pcttymcrlecu]

dreams of someone ✒︎ m.barzal

summary: all lina’s dreams seemingly had come true – and then she met mat in a time where they both needed ... someone

featuring: mat barzal, lina thorne (oc), sydney esiason martin, and the rest of the martin family in mention

word count: 3.8k

warnings: none -- there is a ton of food mention though especially of the baked variety

dedication: this little one shot was written for bre (@fallinallincurls) for demi's winter fic exchange!

the last time ii wrote about mat was two or so years ago so please give me some grace. but writing this was the exact challenge that i needed so i really did enjoy writing it for you and adjusting it to suit your desires. so, i hope it meets your expectations and that you enjoy it!

and a little dedication as per always to demi (@wyattjohnston) for hosting and understanding that life sometimes happens.

It was a typical opening morning for Lina Thorne. She’d woken up at 4:30am, showered and got herself ready for her shift. It was a quick morning stroll to her place when the city that never sleeps was a lot quieter than and the sun was still well below the horizon and wouldn’t be painting the skies until the first batch of cookies was in the oven. The woman couldn’t hide the yawn that left her mouth as her key slid into the lock and the front door to the store opened.

Lina never imagined that she be living the dream in New York City, especially since her dreams of staying out in the big city upon finishing her internship with her mentor never came true. Instead, she found herself dreaming of what life in the big city could be for her, working in a bakery out in Boston honing her skills and surprisingly making herself seemingly at home. She had been referred for the position by her mentor despite his own wants to let the young chef go. Working her way into management and securing respect and acknowledgement in the pastry world. All an up-and-coming pastry chef could ask for. It wasn’t until during a prep day that her boss mentioned a position that she was put into consideration for that would lead her back to the city of her dreams and training not only as a baker but rather the head baker of the newest branch of the bakery she’d happily called home for the last three years.

However, as stood in the commercial kitchen under bright cool lights, being able to say she ran the little bakery on the island, she couldn’t help but pat herself on the back. The nerves had initially consumed her and although her boss and the owner of the bakery had been around for training of staff, prepping for the opening and the grand opening itself. Almost as soon as the store was open and running within the week, she was then solely in charge. It was days like this, however, that she loved the most. Mornings where she was able to get back into the very reason why she got into baking in the first place. It was a time when she could take a moment to herself and just breathe. Especially on a day like today when she had a big order to fill out, for none other than one of her newest friends in the neighbourhood.

Lina’s eyes flitted towards the clock, keenly aware that it was fast approaching time to slip the decorated sign on the door and let customers know that they were open. She had since been joined by two baristas and two of the bakers who were due to take over from her once the store opened up whilst she got her deliveries done before working through paperwork. The shout from one of the aforementioned baristas shook her out of her haze as she iced the cookies in front of her. Calling out for a moment, she finished up the cookie she was decorating before placing the pining bag down and reaching for the dishtowel. 

Walking out into the front, she sent a smile to the two college students who were pulling down chairs and wiping tables before her eyes landed on a familiar head of hair tapping their fingers against her counter. Pulling a face of confusion, she moved towards him dropping the dishtowel.

“We’re not open yet.” She spoke before crossing her arms as he turned towards her. A smile that she could only describe as cheeky sat on his lips as he gave her a little shrug before leaning towards her.

“I was told to pick up a cookie deliver. Sydney’s orders,” He spoke with amusement filling his words, “There’s no saying no to that woman.”

“Mat, Syd’s order is set for delivery.” She wasn’t quite sure if she believed in what he was saying but it wasn’t in her nature to be unkind.

Lina had met Mat by chance and obviously all thanks to the woman currently in question. Sydney and a couple of the other wives and girlfriends of the Islanders had dropped by for a coffee date from which Sydney had made it her newest spot and was happily welcomed by the bakery’s staff as a regular. The more time Sydney spent in the establishment, the more opportunities she got to speak with young women and truly it was hard to say no to that woman. Before she knew it, she was being invited to dinners, and girls’ nights – she had even frequented hockey games which was something she hadn’t done since she was in culinary school. The late nights of the games just didn’t align with the early morning that was required of her at the store. It was one of the rare late nights she had free when she was invited by Sydney to a dinner party at the Martin residence and she had run into Mat. The story according to Syd was that Mat was only invited because of a recent break-up and them wanting him to be around people who loved him and wanted nothing but happiness for him. It, and Lina will quote, “is not a matchmaking setup” like other introductions to Sydney’s male friends of the same age as the baker had been.

The two had been seated next to one another and Mat’s glum mood had caught her attention. But not knowing anything of his current situation and maybe having had a little too much fun doing unplanned pres with the hostess with the mostess gifting her looser lips than normal, she had made a remark about his apparent brooding. A thought she assumed was just that but upon hearing the chatter quieten down a little, she realised her words most definitely left her mouth. Slowly lowering her glass to the table, she turned to apologise to the male beside her when the snort that he let out left her sorry and confused. It was all quickly replaced with intrigue when he shot back with a retort of his own, prompting the two adults into a comfortable and playful argument. It was that moment where instead of anticipating the presence of a certain blonde every day, she noticed a certain brunet make a place for himself at the table closest to the counter by the display case.

The baker had been warned against Matt’s teammates but none other than Matt himself. She’d gotten the idea that Matt was keenly aware of his wife’s ability to befriend people and more importantly take them under her wing, if how quickly she was welcomed into the family dynamic of Martins was anything to go by. Regarding dating, who was she to question a man who spent most of his time with said teammates, she doubted she’d ever even meet and if she ever did, so many faces pass through her doors, she wouldn’t even remember them. Which is why the hockey player who had chosen to make himself a fixture had initially garnered a little apprehension from her but without fail, he always came in and grabbed a coffee (and a cake on those days he chose to treat himself), his a seat and left when he was all done, never without a generous tip. He was kind enough to her staff and even kinder to the other regulars who were in at the same time as him, so she let him be. All business is good business, even though she knew for a fact there were coffee shops much closer to his apartment, the arena and even the practice facility. But who was she to complain.

She couldn’t remember when it started but she eventually started joining him when he’d visit in the mornings. Their chats were surprisingly something familiar, and comfortable, like talking to an old friend. They joked and teased but most of the time they just let go. It had been a couple weeks since they first met, and it wasn’t until the second week of them sharing a drink that he’d actually opened up about why he was looking so glum the night they had met and why he was hanging around her café. How he got her store details from Sydney and how he was drawn to the fact that she didn’t handle him as though he was fragile. How all he had wanted when it felt like someone he cared about deeply had uprooted him from his very foundation was normalcy. And that’s what Lina gave him. He was just another friend of a friend to her; he was just Mat to her. Not heartbroken Mat, not healing Mat, not even NHL superstar – Just Mat.

“Well, you’re not all that Mathew.” She had stated to which he could only respond with a soft ‘Exactly’. Ever since that moment, they had shared ample time with one another both in and outside of his coffee trips. And despite the time Mat has been spending within their four brick walls, it was still a surprise to see him at the store before opening.

“Can’t be, she sent me a frantic message at 7 telling me she needed a favour and who am I to fulfil my favourite uncle duties,” He explained before sending a wink her way, “Anything for Winnie.”

“Yeah, she lied to you,” She answered, giving him a double pat on the shoulder and a short cackle before moving over and opening the gate for the man, “One time only, might as well put you to work.”

The two of them made their way to the kitchen and while Mat went to wash his hands (not before Lina pointed a firm finger towards the sink to gently direct him to do so), Lina grabbed him a free apron and tossed it over his shoulder. Moving back to the station where the last of the cookies were waiting to be decorated and then packed away for delivery. 

“So, what can I do?” Mat slipped the apron over his head as he leaned over to observe the spread of baked goods before glancing back over at her. His confident smile slowly slipped off his face as she grabbed a piping bag and handed it over to him.

“I line, you flood.”

“Didn’t you train like three years for this?” Giving the bag a gentle squish and frowning when no icing flowed out.

“It’s basically impossible to mess it up, it’s like colour by numbers,” She explained softly as she grabbed a pair of scissors and snipped the end of the piping bag while adjusting his hand to make sure no icing was wasted. Pulling the cookies, she was previously working on in front of him all lined and ready to fill in front of him, before gesturing towards the piping bag and gesturing back to the cookies. “Match the flood colour to the line colour. Winnie does it all the time.”

“While I know that’s not really true, the dig hurts.” His free hand flew up to his chest in mock hurt before laughing and finally putting icing to cookie with an almost amusing amount of concentration.

“Get filling pretty boy, I will not have my little princess disappointed.”

The two of them worked almost like a well-oiled machine. It almost felt like she was back in culinary school, helping out with the younger years. They weren’t always perfect, but their hearts were always in the right place and if there was one thing she had learnt about Mat was that his heart was always in the right place. Almost to a fault. The whole bravado he put on was more like a mask. At least in front of her. He never had any walls up with her, but he definitely had worn the walls she constructed when she moved down. She always knew that those walls had to come down eventually, but she definitely didn’t expect it would come from a chance encounter with a random stranger. The girls and her staff had done their fair share and warming her up and making her feel at home but the first time she ever truly let herself be with no pretences and no fears of being judged and not fitting in was sitting in the store over a cup of coffee with Mat.

Before long, all the cookies, cupcakes, and the grand finale cake of it all were packed into the refrigerated bakery van ready for transportation to the Martins' house, where preparations, if the texts and calls she had received from Sydney were anything to go by, were well underway.  Despite Mat’s pleas to drive, Lina kept a firm hold of the keys until they were safely parked in their friends’ driveway. Grabbing her garment bag from its place hanging in the backseat, she walked up to the front door. Mat’s knuckles were knocking against the wooden door as Lina reached him up on the front step. His eyes were drawn to the bag in her hand, and he couldn’t help but bring up his curiosity.

“What’s with the change of attire?” 

“As if I’m going to spend the rest of the day in clothing that’s covered in powdered sugar, flour and dried batter and dough. Plus, if I’m going to be around kids with surprisingly sticky hands, I’m going to start with a fresh slate.” Her words were light and humorous and before Mat could even attempt a response, the door opened and a hand was wrapped around Lina’s wrist, pulling her into the house quickly.

“Thank goodness you’re here, I need your help.” The blonde in front of her pulled her to the side before aggressively motioning to Mat who was still pulling his shoes off. He almost comically pointed to himself before looking behind him only to be physically pulled into their little huddle a second later, “There’s so much left to sort out and both Alice and Winnie want pancakes. Help Matty and I out?”

“Don’t think I’m your guy, I’mma just –“ 

“Of course we can help, go do what you need to do,” Lina responded, grabbing onto Mat’s arm before he walked away. Sydney gave her a smile and with a blown kiss, she was gone. Once her friend was out of view, Lina’s hand swung up to Mat’s shoulder, “Really?”

“What?” He was greeted simply with a shaken head as she slipped her own shoes off along with her jacket before she walked into the kitchen. Pouting at the lack of an answer, he followed her quickly “What?”

Mat watched as she made quick work of pulling out the necessary ingredients and equipment for the pancakes. Pulling up one of the bar stools, he settled into a routine that was very much a typical evening for them. Since he frequented the store so much, Lina had decided that for all the real estate he was taking away from her other customers, he had to give something back and that was how he became her official taste tester. Once, every other month they’d get together and along with a constantly refilled glass of wine (courtesy of Mat), she’d bake all her experimental recipes and flavour pairings on him. It was one of the things that she loved about him. She loved simply baking with no pressure of it being commercially viable and nothing is better than baking for someone who is more than happy to consume. Even if it means she has to put up with the constant whining about how her goods are going to make a certain someone work harder at the gym.

The two worked in a comfortable quiet, Mat had put music on the Alexa quiet enough not to disturb anything happening in the other parts of the house. Mat was picking at the tester pancake before he hopped off the stool and made his way over to the cupboard and pulled out the Nutella and a spoon, before settling himself beside the baker who was humming along to the music.

“What happened to all that ‘I’m a disciplined athlete’ talk?”

“I’m just a man and you’re out here teasing me with all those amazing treats you made me decorate and now you expect me to not have at least one spoonful of chocolatey goodness?” Forcefully scooping up a spoonful of said spread, her pointed it in her direction for a moment before shoving it in his mouth, “You have too much faith in me.”

“Oh, now that is pushing it,” She said flipping one of the pastries onto a plate before turning to face him as she poured more batter on the hot plate, “Would you please just cut some strawberries and stuff?”

Although it wasn’t without complaints, sure enough, they were working side by side. Lina flipping pancakes and Matt cutting strawberries into quarters as they quietly spoke about their weeks, catching each other up on their respective TV shows. 

“You know this is what I miss the most.” Lina hummed in question at his statement, only slightly inclining her head in his direction, “I miss just having someone to talk to. To exist with. To be with.”

Silence flooded through the pair as her head turned towards him as he continued chopping the fruit, a bittersweet smile on his face. She took a deep breath as she felt a wave of emotion flood through her as his words processed in her head. Her hand was on the dial, turning the heat off and placing the spatula down. Her words came out as an unsteady breath as she turned fully towards him.  “Oh Mat…” 

“I know I’ve already talked you to death about … that situation but –“ Mat lowered the knife but still made no effort to look in her direction and shook his head slightly before huffing out a quiet laugh,  “It’s not just that you didn’t treat me like I could break but the time we spent together, the conversations we had. It almost felt like having someone again. Except this time, it was in the shape of friend – someone I can’t lose. Until I kept getting to know how wonderful you are.”

The words to comfort the man in front of her were proving difficult to come by so Lina simply stepped towards him and did the only thing she could think of, wrapped her arms around him. With one arm around his back and the other holding onto his arm, she laid her head on his arm and gave him a gentle squeeze.

“I’ve done the whole break up thing before I don’t know why this time it was difficult. I guess I got too comfortable with the wrong person, I don’t know but I know it was wrong now. I knew it was wrong the moment I had coffee with you for the first time because you made me feel more heard and all you were doing was entertaining a customer who wouldn’t leave your store.” She couldn’t help the laugh that left her, giving him a whole-body nudge and shaking her head as it pressed against his bicep muttering a soft ‘not true’.

Lina felt Mat’s head move to look towards her, moving her own to look up at him but keeping him in her soft hug. She would never admit it to him, considering the subconscious promise she made to herself upon finding out he was still working through his breakup. Their eyes met and he couldn’t help the smile that floated onto his lips until a little embarrassment covered his face,  “Sydney didn’t tell me to come and collect Win’s treats, I just hoped if I turned up, I wouldn’t have to share your attention with your customers.” 

“I’ve told you before Mathew you never have to be jealous of customers taking me away from you. I’ll always be there for you,” She muttered, pulling away before turning him until they were chest to chest, “I know we joke but I truly will always be there for you. Maybe covered in icing but always there.”

“And I you,” At his words, she wrapped her arms around his neck giving him a proper hug.

Inhaling deeply, she felt him do the same as his arms wrapped firmly around her trapping her between them, not that she was complaining. Her mind rushed through the past couple weeks of her life since meeting the man and she couldn’t believe just how close and open she had got with him. There were people she’d met during culinary school and knew for 4 years and worked with in Boston for 3 years who didn’t know as much about who she was outside of the kitchen as Mat did, and she’d barely known him for a couple months.

He had an interest in getting to know her and just wanted to sit and speak with her, whether or not he had his own ulterior motives for appreciating her company, they bonded. They spent a lot of time together doing nothing more than talking in their own little world. Lina would go as far as to say that she knew him and not just superficially but at a much deeper level and she could entirely feel what he was saying about how being with her feels because she felt the exact same way. Releasing him from her hold, she was suspended on her toes as Mat took a little longer to pull his arms away. She laughed softly, keeping her hands perched on his shoulders as she looked up at him with a soft and gentle smile.

“You bring me peace too,” She whispered, letting out a breath as she steeled herself to admit her truth to him, something that she’d become very comfortable with so what did she have to lose this time, “I love being your someone, because you’re my someone.”

If Mat was smiling before, the smile that took over her face at her words was rivalling the sun. A deep sigh left his mouth, and it was almost like all the tension that had filled his body since he started speaking had been loosened instantly. His shoulder dropped as the tension fell away and his hands found hers up on his shoulders, holding them tight between them. He went to speak but a shout of ‘LiLi’ filled both of their ears from the living room. Touching his forehead against hers, they both laughed gently as the shouts got closer and more frequently. Pushing back up on her toes, Lina pressed a firm kiss to his cheek before pulling away. Giving him one last peck on the cheek before she properly pulled away.

“Later?” He simply smiled at her question as the sound of small footfalls got closer.

“Later.”

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x oc #( m writing. ) #the winter fic exchange 2k24 #( I think I saved my graphic funny because I've been fighting with the quality for like half an hour ) #( sorry this is late bre :( but I hope you enjoy it ) #( this was both a challenge to write but I've been meaning to write mat again for literally years so thanks for the change bre and demi ) #( this was supposed to be posted earlier but my dad just flew back home from attending my nana’s funeral so i spent the day with him oops )

[mchlgayser]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ft gojo satoru.

SYN. your entertaining day with your blue eyed boyfriend.

CONTAINS. x fem! reader, not following the manga storylines, poor writing skills and poor fictions. (not proofread)

LETTER. honestly i like how this turns out better than in my head - like istg i didnt know i was competent kekeke. happy reading everyone mwah! reblogs and comments are very much appreciated. thank you.

WORDS. 0.6k words

You are bored to death. It's weekend and weekends are supposed to be fun and not boring and quiet and gloomy. But no, it's weekend yet you are still as bored as ever. The house is empty without the manic presence of your boyfriend. Right, speaking of Satoru, he's out for work eventhough during weekend.

You decide to get out of bed, watering the plants out in the balcony but fuck was it too hot for you! You locked the balcony door, drawing the curtains in hurry.

"It's a laze day." You finalized, getting your phone to watch Tiktok and procrastinate.

You are having fun scrolling Tiktok, watching multiple Chinese's homepro videos - eagerly adding some of the useful items to your cart. You even try some of the impossibly easy game filters and who's your boyfriend in JJK filter and got Suguru Geto.

One video of a couple pass by your For you Page. It's a video recorded in which the boyfriend is sleeping whilst the girlfriend eagerly wake him up and telling him to hurry hide "My boyfriend is coming."

The poor man roll over the sheet and trying to hide under the bed before mumbling sleepily "Wait..."

You find the video incredibly funny and cute that you just had to try this on your boyfriend. You make sure to saved the video before proceeding to scroll onto the next video.

It's been a few hours since you last watched the video and boy how it's bugging you since.

The front door open then shut in matter of seconds, and while you are making dinner you feel two arms wrap around your midsection "Hey," You greet him in acknowledgement.

You turn around in a brief second to kiss your boyfriend on his cheek. Satoru grin, looking at you "What're you cooking?"

You shrug "Just a simple dinner, go and shower so we can eat." Satoru hums, placing a tender kiss to your head as he murmurs that he'll be right back.

You two eat your simple dinner together, talking to catch up about each other's day and Satoru keeps mentioning about this particularly cherry-colored hair boy named Itadori.

Dinner wrapped up, you change into a pair of your nightly attire and went to bed.

The next morning came, you got up extra early to make sure the plan's working. You prep the camera whilst giggling about how excited this is going to be. You may have paid a little too much attention on this sheer prank but anything to entertain yourself.

You wake up your poor Satoru from his slumber, his groggy grunt is all you ever need to reply back "Hurry hide, my boyfriend is coming home!" Satoru grunts again, looking to the other side. You give him a snort "Babe, this isn't funny, hide now!"

"I can fight him." You laugh at his comment, shaking your head a little "No, you can't. He's very big!" This makes the man shudder a little "Very?"

You nods and hum "Yes, very." He sighs, getting up to get his hoodie and limp to your closet door "I'l be in here until he's... Wait...?" You purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing.

"I'm your boyfriend though." That's it. You ended up laughing out loud, startling your boyfriend making him huff.

"Not funny!" You laughs again, sooner ended the recording before going to your boyfriend to hug him "Oh my Gosh, you are so cute, Satoru."

He scoff, hugging you and steps ahead making you imvoluntarily steps back and stumble on the bed.

"Now let's continue sleeping. I'm very sleepy."

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[queenangst]

me: no one will care if i write about this thing i want

me:

me: >:)

me: >:))

me: i care

#kids write what u want #if u care abt it. write it #but also this is nana/canon compliant oc ship fic bc i want to. #aka minor character and oc everybody's favorite but it doesn't MATTER what other people think ! have fun #who else is going to write it 😌 #fanfiction

[your-nanas-house]

𝔐𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔴 OC

Josh Benjamin Blythe

Name: Josh Benjamin Blythe

Pronouns: he/him or they/them

Face claim: Liam Dean

Nationality: Italian

Lives: in USA, a small domestic house

Work: doctor

Hobbies: Cooking, reading and hearing his siblings

More infos: he is a family man

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings ApplyMajor Character Death Category: Gen Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Relationships: Yagi Toshinori | All Might & Original Female Character(s)Shimura Nana & Yagi Toshinori | All MightShimura Nana & Original Character(s) Characters: Yagi Toshinori | All MightOriginal Female Character(s)Shimura Nana Additional Tags: Yagi Toshinori | All Might-centricYoung Yagi Toshinori | All MightFluffFeelingsAngstReunionsHurt/ComfortOriginal Character Has a Quirk (My Hero Academia)Parental Shimura NanaShimura Nana Adopts Yagi Toshinori | All MightFamily FluffAbandonmentkind ofHeavy Angst

Summary:

"Nee-chan," Toshinori pleads, and she shivers and hugs him close. He's two years younger than her, and they're both teenagers, and her aunt is out there fighting a villain that she can't help with, and all Naisho can do is sit and wait for Nana-san to get back to the apartment the three of them share to patch her up. "Please, can't you help her? I know you're almost done training." The last thing Naisho sees before darkness envelopes her is Nana's grinning face as she turns back to the new goons, just before the smile drops in favor of bloodthirst. She raises her brother under her aunt's watchful gaze, the three of them a family made and broken in blood.

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Origin Stories (Don’t Get More Convoluted Than This)

“So why were you in a barrel?”

The firbolg walking alongside Nana makes an odd swallowing noise, and then begins coughing.

He rears away slightly, then begins patting down his many, many pockets. Trois-senpai drilled the importance of always having a hanky on hand into him in case of makeup malfunctions, messy meals, or a person in distress, so where is the damned—?!

“Ah, I’m fine, I’m fine!” The firbolg, who introduced herself fresh out the barrel as Ketsugi Mayu, holds up her hands. “Um, to tell you the truth, human-san, it’s rather…complicated?”

“Complicated.” Nana echoes, one hand still deep in the interior pocket of his gilet.

His fingers curl around the thin stiletto stashed in there.

“Complicated!” Ketsugi Mayu confirms, the tawny ears on the sides of her head twitching. “Although it does mean our meeting is very auspicious! Did you know, human-san, that when Luffy first appeared to Koby on the Grand Line, he too had sealed himself into a barrel to survive a whirlpool? For us to meet in the same way, it’s surely a good sign! Though, of course, Koby joined the Marines while Luffy went off to become the Pirate King and became comrades with Helmeppo—”

“Are you even saying real words right now?!” Nana interrupts.

“Of course I am!” Mayu is pouting now, an expression Nana has always thought looked slightly odd on those with more bovine noses. “This is important knowledge, you know! Understanding where Luffy and the others came from before they got their godly power levels is important to understanding their philosophies and living in accordance with their wishes!”

“Alright, alright.” He withdraws his hand from his pocket and scrubs at the back of his head, where the uneven fuzz has just begun to properly thicken.

Complicated. He can get that.

“I’m sorry for insulting your belief…system? Though seriously, please stop it with ‘human-san’, I told you, my name’s Johnny Powers. I’d rather you call me Nana.”

Mayu nods, eyes just as wide and guileless as the first four times he’d told her this. “Of course! And it’s okay, it took Na—my brother several retellings before he really got it. The StrawHats aren’t really the kind of people who’d hold something like this against you, either, so please don’t worry about anything on that end!”

This person, Nana decides, is a total weirdo.

Still, grasping at strings with this conversation, he tries. “You have a brother too? I’ve got a younger one myself. Are you the eldest as well?”

The firbolg’s long ears droop. He hadn’t even known that was even anatomically possible.

“I, ah, have two. Kind of.” Her eyes have lost most of their sparkle, looking more akin to those he sees in the fish on beds of ice at market. “They’re, they’re both older than me, though Le—the oldest is older by a year and the other one is only by a few months, so we’re both twelve. But we’re all different species, and we age at different rates, so technically I’m the most mature of all of us, you know?”

She stops in the street, fiddling with the long, bell-like ends to her sleeves.

Nana has to turn back and lean in slightly to hear, “…I miss them. I really want to see them again. My whole family. I wanna go home.”

“Hey, hey.” He hesitates, but puts a hand on Mayu’s shoulder. “I know how you feel. I, I miss my family too. But we’ll get you back to yours, and then I’ll get back to mine, and we’ll all live happily ever after, right?”

Mayu sniffs hard, peering up at him through her fringe. “…You’re sure?”

He feels his reassuring smile wobble slightly. “Uh. Yes? It’s been six months since I’ve last seen my family, but you know, I’m. I’m getting closer every day!”

The firbolg does not look reassured.

“Definitely going to be back with them before I turn fourteen.” Nana insists. “Definitely. One hundred percent.”

She somehow manages to look even more un-assured, if such a thing were possible.

Nana would be insulted if he couldn’t also hear the things that are currently coming out of his mouth.

As if to add insult to injury, his stomach takes the opportunity to loudly remind him that he hasn’t had anything to eat since the slice of flatbread he’d managed to scrounge up for breakfast yesterday, before he found a barrel with a firbolg inside it and all the port’s guards plus a much stronger assassin in a blank mask had shown up to try and murder him for it.

He takes a moment to mourn the loss of gainful employment. Sure, dock work wasn’t easy or pretty, but the feeling of having hard-won coppers in his pocket at the end of the day…he’ll miss it dearly.

“You’re hungry!” Mayu exclaims, startling him out of his reverie. “Wh-why didn’t you say earlier?!”

Nana holds up his hands, retreating a few steps. “I, I wasn’t hungry then? And it’s fine, really Ketsugi-san. I’ve…not much coin after paying off the stable, but I can keep going for a while yet. Just…please ignore any noises? They’ll stop after a day or so, I promise.”

For some reason, that makes her ears almost flatten against her head, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“Right.” Mayu says, back straightening, head turning as though on a swivel. “Right, um.”

The firbolg pats herself down, as though her outfit (long top with oversized bell sleeves, thick fabric belt, leggings, leg warmers, and sandals) will somehow produce pockets from somewhere. The furrow in her brow deepens.

She clasps her hands together and mutters, not quite under her breath, “-ami guide my hands and take from the overabundant and undeserving, from the cruel and covetous, that I may provide—”

Despite leaving the docks behind them a full day ago, Nana’s nose picks up an odd, salty scent.

When Mayu lifts her head, her eyes have an odd, almost orange gleam to them.

“That one,” She says, absentmindedly, as she starts to make a beeline through the crowd.

Nana blinks for a moment, staring after her.

“H-hey, wait!” He calls as she marches towards a random man at a fruit stall.

A corner of his mind that he’s still struggling to fully shut off notes that this man has inconvenient, well-tailored clothing and soft, unblemished hands. Add to his lack of muscle mass, and there’s no way this person would be any kind of real threat in a fight.

And Mayu is brazenly reaching for the coin pouch tied to his belt.

“Whoa, hey!” Nana leaps forward, grabbing at the firbolg’s wrist. “The hell are you doing?!”

She’s likely not had as much practice sneakily grabbing things or slipping away as him, because Mayu immediately begins jerking and flailing to twist out of his grip.

One of her elbows goes flying and slams into the foppish man’s back.

With an indignant squawk, the man tumbles forward into the stall, crushing several crates of produce under him.

The pair of them share a glance.

Then they’re both turning on their heels and sprinting down the street as fast as their legs will take them, leaving the man and the stall owner shouting in their wake.

“I—thought—y’r—a paladin.” Nana accuses as they run.

“I am!” Mayu retorts, not even sounding out of breath as they slow their pace. Nana almost wants to hate her for that. “And that guy was chosen as someone I could take money from to buy ingredients to feed you!”

“Chose-?! What, what kind of god says stealing is okay?!” He cries.

“Pirate gods.” Mayu replies.

Nana has to take a moment to stare at her, mouth agape.

“Pi-pirate—” He sputters, “What—how—? You’re a pirate?”

Her face falls as she admits, “Not yet.” Like piracy is something that normal and decent people should aspire to.

Her ears flick back and Mayu clenches a fist. “But I will be someday! I’m going to follow the teachings of the StrawHats and sail the seas as one of the greatest pirate chefs ever, just you watch!”

He is torn between bursting into hysterical laughter and tearing his hair out.

Somehow he’s saved from doing both when a blur of grey and bright blue dashes between their legs.

“Outta the way, comin’ through!”

As he stares in confusion, the shape resolves itself into some kind of four-legged monster? He’d almost call it a cat, but the shape of the body and tail is wrong, and most cats he knows don’t have blue fire sprouting from their ears.

They don’t run on two legs clutching a small sack to their chests, either.

“GET BACK HERE GRIM, YOU LITTLE GREMLIN!!”

The howl comes from a horned person, charging after the monster with all the speed they can muster.

They look slightly too delicate to be a full orc, Nana’s mind notes as they barrel past, but their skin is too vivid a bruise pink to be many generations down the line. A tiefling, perhaps?

But then, where’s their tail—?

“TAKE THIS, FGNAH!!”

Nana can’t see what the monster does, but he knows that one moment the maybe-tiefling is dashing down the bustling street after their prey, the next they’re engulfed in a black liquid with a sharp yelp, tripping over their own feet and falling prone to the ground.

Even from here it smells noxious, and as he watches the odd liquid rapidly hardens where it’s covered the person’s limbs, reducing their wild flailing to furious twitches.

“Ha-HA!” The monster crows. “Yer still a hundred years too early t’be gettin’ one over on the Great Grim-Sama, y’know! See ya, minion~!”

It scampers off while the person screams, “SEE IF I GET YOU ANY NICE TUNA EVER AGAIN! GRIM! GET BACK HERE YOU FILTHY EXCUSE FOR A TANUKI!! GRIM!!!”

They seem like they’re well on their way to a full meltdown in public.

Nana winces in secondhand embarrassment.

That seemed…unfortunate. He’s almost curious about what’s going on there, but it doesn’t involve him. Nope. Does not involve him in the slightest.

And even if the maybe-tiefling is technically in trouble, what could he do? Go up and ask if he can help? No thank you. Last time he did that he lost a perfectly good job and got stuck with a pirate obsessed weirdo of a paladin. No, no. He’s learned his lesson. Look out for number one. It’s why he’s going to walk away any second now. He has to be his top priority, no matter what trouble others are in. It’s not worth—

“Hey, uh.” His treacherous mouth says. “Do you need some help getting out of that?”

—goddammit.

The tiefling(?) glares at him and grits out, “Don’t. That little idiot hit me with a tanglefoot bag, it’ll take ages to get this stuff off. If you really want to be helpful, go after that bag he stole, and don’t let the little shit eat anything in it.”

He blinks at the vehemence of their tone.

“Tiefling-san?” Mayu places a hand on his shoulder, stepping slightly between him and the trapped probably-tiefling. “My human friend wants to help and I’ll aid him, but we will require payment for this. My friend needs food, he’s hungry.”

“Wh—” He protests. “It, it hasn’t even been two days, it’s not that bad! Don’t treat this like I can’t look out for myself, I’m thirteen!”

Mayu stares at him, her ears flattening again.

“Th-thirteen?!” She splutters. “That’s—that’s so young for humans, you’re, you’re a baby! Where are your parents?!”

“No! It’s not! It is very much not!” He can feel his voice reaching screech levels no matter how much he doesn’t want it to. “Thirteen means teen! I am a teenager! Practically an adult!! Older than twelve at least!!!”

“No you’re—”

“ENOUGH!” The most-likely-tiefling roars.

The two of them (along with what few passersby weren’t already gawping at their little group) stop and stare.

“Get that damn tanuki,” The tiefling orders, eyes flashing murderously, “And I’ll pay you whatever you want.”

It’s really not hard to track the monster.

It’s caused a lot of havoc throughout what seems to be the business district, diverging very briefly back through the market (where the fruit stall owner is pocketing a very large bag of coin with an air of satisfaction), eventually wending its way to a very, very large tree in the middle of a square.

It’s not the tallest tree Nana’s ever seen, but it easily makes it into the top fifteen. Which, given that the fourteen above it in rank had all been in forests far from civilization, or enhanced by magic to serve as dwellings to various communities, actually speaks a lot to how huge this thing is. He can see where some of the middle branches have been pruned back from growing into the top floors and roofs of nearby buildings

Through the leaves, there are glints of the bright blue fire sprouting from the ears of the monster up in the highest branches.

“Hm…” Mayu is frowning heavily. “I’m…not good at climbing trees. The worst in my village, in fact.”

Nana rolls his shoulders and shakes out his arms and legs. “Well, that’s funny. Because back home, I was one of the best. You sort have to be, if you want to be acknowledged as an adult or a rogue.”

Despite his boast, he has a bit of trouble finding a good handhold at first. But once he finds a sturdy knot in the bark halfway around the tree, he’s proud to say that not only can he scale to the branches very quickly, but also near silently.

There a few moments when a twig snaps under his weight and he freezes, waiting for any sign that the monster has heard him.

But it remains oblivious, singing to itself between bites of an obviously pilfered fish.

As he gets closer, the words resolve into, “Mackerel, mackerel, tasty, tasty mackerel, goes so well with, tasty, tasty rocks~!”

Nana has managed to climb undetected to a branch above the one it’s sitting on when the monster shoves the tail of the fish into its mouth, chewing and swallowing with a satisfied sigh.

“Fgnah…that hits the spot!” It purrs to itself. “And now for dessert…”

It begins to root around in its brown burlap sack until it pulls out an odd looking stone.

It’s a dark grey and nearly smooth, with glasslike streaks of blue-white and greenish yellow running through it. Maybe it’s because of the dappled light of the tree, but Nana could almost swear that it pulses every so often.

“Down the hatch!” The monster cheers, head tilted back and toothy maw open wide.

What Nana means to do is quickly and cleanly snatch the stone from midair, maybe take advantage of the monster’s confusion to grab the bag as well.

What he actually does is try to grab the rock and fail miserably, his fumbling fingers sending it flying out of the tree.

“Huh—? My dessert!!” The monster cries. “Why you little thi—?!”

BOOM!

The explosion of light and sound rock the tree, as if a thunderstorm decided to materialize around its base.

Nana instinctively curls into the branch he’s hanging from, squeezes his eyes shut and braces his body against his temporary shield.

When he blinks away the stinging afterimages, the square is in disarray. Several people are on the ground, some hiding, others knocked down. Those who are further away looking around for the source of the commotion, but those who were closest to the tree are acting…weird. Whipping their heads back and forth like they’re trying to spot something, or shouting near-incomprehensibly.

At the base of the tree, Mayu has her fists pressed to her eyes and her head is tilting from side to side, long ears twitching sporadically. She might be making noise, but Nana can’t hear from this far up.

The monster is clinging to its branch, expression dazed. “Wha’s goin’ on…why’s it all gone dark…?”

Huh.

Nana unfurls himself slightly, and claps as loudly as he can.

Neither the monster nor Mayu respond. The monster doesn’t even look up at the movement, just facing towards where Nana was before…he guesses the stone did that? Unleashed all that light and noise?

No wonder the tiefling didn’t want the monster eating it. He’d hate to imagine what something like that could do in someone’s stomach.

As carefully as he can, he hangs upside down from his branch and gently eases the bag out from it’s precarious position pinned between the monster’s paw and the branch. It gets a little ripped from where one of the monster’s claws got snagged in it, but he hoists himself upright with his target clutched in one hand.

Peering through the hole he’s made, he can make out four or five more of those weird, pulsing, noisemaking rocks, two weird liquid-filled packet, and what might be coils of spiked steel wire?

He lets out a low whistle. Still, he’s got the bag, now to get ou—

“FGNAH!!” The monster roars, “GIMME BACK MY SNACKS, YOU LITTLE THIEF!!”

A gout of bright blue flame shoots between Nana’s legs, almost crisping his boots before he yanks them up and out of the way.

The long end of his gilet is not so lucky.

“Shit!” He tries beating out the fire before it can spread any further, but forgets that the skin of his hands is just as burnable as cloth. “Ow, FUCK!”

“HAND ‘EM OVER!!” The monster cries as it leaps for the bag in Nana’s other hand.

He lets himself go limp and tumble backwards and out of reach, stashing the bag in one of his inside pockets as he falls.

Nana hisses as rough bark catches on his burnt hand, but keeps folding and twisting and swinging down through the branches, until he has a clear view of where Mayu looks like she’s finally shaking off whatever the rock did to her.

It’s only her wordless yelp of warning that has Nana flipping off the branch he just landed on, as a burst of that blue fire engulfs it.

“GIVE ‘EM BACK, YA LITTLE BRAT!!” The monster howls, claws digging into the tree’s trunk.

“WE ARE IN A TREE,” He yells back as he dangles from a dangerously thin bough. “WHY WOULD YOU SET IT ON FIRE?!”

The monster looks momentarily confused. It glances upwards, at where some of its fire has almost eaten through the higher branches.

“Uh oh.”

Words cannot do justice to the sheer level of “I-wish-you-were-close-enough-to-throttle” that manifests within Nana’s soul at that proclamation.

Below him, he can just barely pick up on Mayu muttering something unintelligble, hands clasped together and head bent.

That salty scent from before, like he’s leaning over the edge of the docks and staring at the swelling of the sea below, that returns in full force. It’s pervasive to the point where the monster begins sniffing the air, twisting around to look with a hopeful peep of “Mackrel?”

“‘O Merry, give me a sea to sail together on, a sea of adventure, of freedom,” Mayu’s voice raises, reverberating oddly as though set against crashing waves and the screech of gulls. “Show us the might of the Grand Line! CREATE WATER!”

Nana had never considered what rain might look like if it fell all at once rather than in sensible, dispersed droplets.

And, he realizes as he watches the shadow of what could only be called a tidal wave loom over the top of the tree before it descends in a clamoring rush of liquid, he could have gone quite happily through the rest of his life never knowing.

The thin bough he’s dangling from does not keep him from taking the brunt of the deluge in the face.

As he hacks and coughs and tries to snort out where some water has gone up his nose, he hears Mayu call out, “Oh! Oh, sh—sugar, human-san, I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I just, I thought it was best to take care of the fire before anything fell on you!”

She’s not even wet. The water somehow has the audacity to land in a perfect circle around her, not even a drop on her weird orange leg warmers.

“Maybe wait until we get out of the tree next time?!” He yells back, not quite able to keep the hysterical edge out of his voice. “And I told you, don’t ca—!”

For the second time that day, he’s interrupted by a small grey blur streaking past him.

This time, the monster’s not so much running as falling, eyes shut and blue ear flames spluttering weakly.

He doesn’t even think.

Nana swings his legs up to propel himself off his precarious handhold like a diver, arms outstretched to snatch the monster’s limp, sodden body out of midair and crush it to his chest.

His legs snap out in a split and just manage to snag onto two branches of varying heights before he falls the remaining fifteen feet out of the tree.

He stifles a groan at the sudden strain.

Below him, Mayu lets out a little gasp. She gives a small burst of applause.

“Th-thanks,” Nana grunts out. “But, um, can you get a ladder or something? I don’t know how long I can hold—”

There is an ominous creak.

Nana closes his eyes and exhales out of his nose. It’s fine. It’s fine! So long as he doesn’t look at it, the lower branch he’s wedged his foot onto isn’t breaking, and he’s not gradually losing his foothold on the high brancher either! Just keep his eyes closed, and he can have all the time in the world to plan how to manage a crash land—

Crack!

Nana can’t help the involuntary scream that tears from his throat even as he plummets—!

Huh.

Usually hitting the ground and rebreaking his bones feels more…impactful than this?

“Nana, are you okay?!” Comes Mayu’s frantic voice. “I, you didn’t hit your head or something? Oh Luffy, I didn’t give you whiplash, did I?!”

He opens his eyes to see Mayu less than a foot away from his face. Her arms are crossed over her chest for some reason, hands clenched into fists by her shoulders. He’s somehow still dangling above the ground.

He cranes his head to look.

There are a pair of disembodied arms holding onto his legs.

A pair of disembodied arm that are growing out of and being clutched onto by more disembodied arms which have somehow sprouted from the tree trunk.

The scream Nana lets out at this sight is very much voluntary.

Mayu flinches, hands coming out of that weird crossed formation and reaching for him.

The disembodied arms vanish.

He topples into the firbolg behind him, driving them both into the dirt-turned-mud below.

“Let me guess,” He huffs when his body finally decides to let him make sounds other than pained groans. “More of your pirate gods?”

“Be nice to Robin!” Mayu whines as she rolls him off her and sits up. “I wasn’t sure if she’d let me call on her power to save you, y’know. She only intervenes when necessary.”

“You say necessary,” Nana says as he props himself up against the roots of the damned tree. “I’m hearing picky. Why do pirate gods even need, need detachable limbs in the first place?!”

Mayu puffs up again, “First of all, Robin has the ability to grow parts of her body from any visible surface, not detach them from herself, that’s Buggy’s power. Second—”

“This is the worst rescue ever, fgnah.” The monster grumbles in Nana’s lap. “Imma sue you both for interrupting my nice, peaceful lunch, y’know. This is endangerment of the Great Wizard Grim—”

“—Who is going to be answering to Crewel for stealing that modified trapping kit.” A familiar voice interrupts.

The three of them look up.

The tiefling stands over them, unpleasant, cracking stains on their clothes. Their glare pins the monster named Grim in place. “And you’ve clearly been spending too much time with Azul if you’re using language like that without any clue what it means. Want me to sell you back to him as a dishcloth? At least then you won’t be causing me or the guild any more trouble.”

“Yuu~!” Grim the monster whines, almost squirming out of Nana’s grip. “C’mon henchman, you wouldn’t really do that to me, wouldja?!”

Yuu the tiefling considers him before tilting their head. “You got me there. I guess I wouldn’t.”

Grim’s eyes begin to sparkle and his ear flames regain some of their spark. “Yuu—!”

The tiefling seizes him by the scruff of his neck. “Not if it meant I’d miss the fun of punishing you myself.”

“Fgnah! Abuse! This is abuse I tell ya!” The monster protests, wriggling in the tiefling’s grip. “I shoulda gone into retirement with Ace! He wouldn’t treat me like this! He’d—!”

“The Rose Kingdom historic monument.” Yuu says, abruptly.

The monster suddenly goes silent, eyes darting around. It almost looks sheepish.

The tiefling sighs. “Well, now that that’s dealt with, did either of you manage to save any of the wire or other tanglefoot bags before this gremlin ate them? I know the thunderstones are probably a lost cause—”

“Thunderstone?” Nana pipes up before he can help himself. “Is that what those pulsing rocks are called?”

The tiefling stops short, and tilts their head at him. The flashes of their eyes that he can see through their overgrown bangs are piercingly intense.

“Yes.” They says slowly. “That’s what those are. Don’t tell me you managed to get one of them?”

Nana reaches into his inside pocket and gingerly withdraws the bag he stashed there. He makes sure to keep it well out of Grim’s reach when he hands it over.

“One didn’t make it,” He admits, rubbing the back of his head. “It fell when I tried to grab it, and I think it might’ve hurt Mayu? I’m sorry about that, by the way, I wouldn’t have made it out of the tree without you.”

She shrugs. “It was an accident, the StrawHats have loads of them. But the important thing is Nana-san got the bag and he didn’t let monster-san eat any more of the rocks. Right, tiefling-san?”

Yuu looks up from the contents of the bag, eyes flickering from Mayu to Nana and back again.

The corner of their mouth curls into a wry smirk.

“I believe that was the deal we made.” They tie the bag with the stones to their belt and untie another.

Yuu counts out an indeterminate amount of coin into their palm, splits it, and push half into each of their hands.

“Hopefully this will get you some dinner and medical attention.” They say. “Now, the both of you, go home to your parents, or whoever it is who’s meant to be looking after you. You’re both too young to be wandering around unsupervised like this.”

Nana opens his mouth automatically to protest, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Mayu is doing the same.

“If you’re both still on the adventuring career path when you’re older, come see me at the Night Raven Guild.” The tiefling interrupts. “Ask for Yuu at the mission desk, and Grim and I might have some work for you. When you’re older.”

And with that, Yuu the tiefling turns on their heel and strides off, leaving the two of them to examine the reward for their mission.

Nana feels his eyes bulge out of his head.

These—these are gold coins. Actual, genuine gold, from the look of it. This can get him a bunk at any inn from here to the Hidden Continent, hell, may even be worth something to some of the denizens of the Feywilds.

From the wide-eyed look Mayu’s giving him, she’s received the same.

They both turn to stare after the tiefling arguing with the monster bundled under one arm, stomping back to what looks like a partially burning guildhall. It has an emblem of a crow over crossed keys above the door.

“Well. They were generous.” Is all Nana can offer.

“They were.” Mayu agrees. Then, “…We did a good job together, didn’t we? I mean what you did, with all the flipping and things…”

“It’s called acrobatics.” Nana retorts without heat. “But yeah, your. God, thing. It was handy. I’m not saying I’m a convert, but—”

“We made a good team?” Mayu suggests. “After all, not everyone has to think or do the same things to get along. It’s better if they don’t. Makes for a stronger crew.”

“I guess so. Yeah.” He agrees.

They slowly get to their feet.

“You know,” Mayu starts, as they wander back towards the market together. “Tiefling-san never said how much older we had to be before we went and asked them for another job. Just ‘older’.”

Nana considers this as he carefully flexes his burnt hand. Even if other jobs didn’t pay quite as well as this one, the idea of at least having a semi-steady flow of income… it’s an appealing one.

“I think,” He announces. “I feel much older and wiser than I did half an hour ago. How about you, Mayu-san?”

She beams back at him. “I feel positively ancient, Nana-san. What do you say we visit the Night Raven Guild as a two person adventuring team?”

Nana’s stomach grumbles again.

“…We’ll get you some food first.”

#my ocs #my writing #0307 #nanbaka nana #nana nanbaka #nana #ketsugi mayu #but i like one piece #twst yuu #villainous paranoiac yuu #this is the most self indulgent thing I will ever write #and i’m not sorry #dnd #I actually rolled dice for this

[shalalalalaw]

"What will you do now?"

Yor spits ash from his mouth, knees sinking in the snow, and he squints at the fey hovering at his side. Their voice is loud and clear where their form isn't.

It hurts to look at them now, despite them becoming his...benefactor. They feel indistinct. Looking as a willow's leaves billowing in the wind - wispy and airy. Whether they still count as his patron when he can already feel their warming fire fade from his fingertips and their name slip his mind, he's not so sure. Their contract has already been fulfilled.

Yor opens his mouth and instantly regrets it, the fresh burn across his face pulling unpleasantly.

The fey tsk's and a touch like his sister's numbing poultices covers the raised skin and he tries not to think about her. About leaving her behind in a hell of her own design with their Matron Mother's corpse and an entire House that would be turning to her. The burn stings even more in the cold. It was her choice. "This will scar. Hope you won't mind a pinch here and there."

Yor carefully brushes the archfey's hand away, wary of accepting favours he hasn't agreed to, "No."

He made the first contact for a reason. It was a simple transaction, for a reason. So he would be free.

"So, what's next?" The fey's voice rumbles low in their throat, unperturbed, and Yor catches a glimpse of warm, honey brown eyes as they lean away.

Yor rises to his feet, unsteady, unwieldy and much too stiff after running through half of Menzoberranzan and a good portion of the surrounding area before he was whisked away in the fey's arms with their laughter ringing in Yor's ears as the Carnak Manor burned behind them. The stinging snow wasn't doing his joints any favours either.

Yor blinks and refocuses on the fey, then away when their face swirls in nauseating patterns. He leans against the closest tree. He's so cold, with nothing but the singed clothes on his back and, oh, he really didn't think this through enough, "Why do you care?"

The fey laughs, booming, "You called for freedom! You craved to lose the chains holding you in the dark. You gave it all away, for a chance at this. I could do no less than answer. And now I hold everything you ever were, and everything you could have been down there in the gloom of Menzoberranzan. Is it so difficult to believe I want to know how you want to live now? To see you thrive?"

The scowl pulls horribly at Yor's burn but he holds it, "And what would you ask in return to know that?" The prospect of breaking past the constraints of Drow society, only to end under an archfey's thumb and dancing to their tune instead fills Yor with bitter sort of despair. He'd rather die.

They pause, and Yor feels more than sees the fey sink until their feet touch the ground.

"Nothing. Not truly. I know you. In a way you can't really grasp right now. But I want to know what you will see. What you will experience. How you will become yourself..."

Yor can hear something in their voice. Rue. A reserved sort of bitterness.

"...I always forget what it means to be yourself."

His brow furrows at their words. They walk precisely two steps, to stand before Yor where he can't avoid looking at their form that seems like a warped mirror - all colours and no form. Yor tries to focus on them through the glamour - if it even is one. He saw them just fine earlier this evening, when they answered his call, so why can he no longer see through it-

"It's a favour I'm asking for myself. Being selfish."

A flash of red. Bright against the snow, especially under starlight to Yor's eyes, so used to the Underdark.

"Let me come with you. Learn of the world away from the Feywild through your eyes, someone who also hasn't been here before. Let me experience this at your side."

A wide, brilliant smile.

"You'll have a companion to match any of them, a friend if you want one."

Yor blinks. They're short. At least, compared to Yor.

"That is my 'bargain', if you could call it that, Yor."

And they've been waving their hands all this time, almost pleading with him. Sturdy arms, with strong forearms and wide palms.

"I want a... a companionship."

A strong jawline, speckled with freckles of all things.

"I want to see how one can be themselves. So maybe I can learn to not forget how to be me again."

They are so earnest. It cuts away Yor's breath, as his teeth start to chatter.

And they are breathless. Looking at him with a plea that mirrors the one Yor was giving them earlier. Resolute, unafraid. Asking for a future.

And they laugh at his silence, "And, I guess, if that couldn't convince you, after everything of you that I have and know before it changes too much, then nothing else can?"

He can see their eyes clearly now, so warm...

"N-no, nothing else can..."

Oh, how beautiful their eyes look, even as they return to resigned placidity.

"But you won't need anything else."

Putting the stars to shame, they do.

"...oh, you're horrid!"

And they laugh, shoving him back and Yor can't help a little smile even as he sways precariously in place. His legs are numb and his hands are trembling, but he's transfixed.

"Then say my name! Call me to your side, and we'll have an adventure all our own."

Yor raises a brow, "With no contract? No... t-transaction?"

The fey shrugs, "Only if you wish for one. I won't demand anything more for this. You give me a place to be, I give you a friend to have."

"That simple?"

"It can be. It's how I am. Forgetting my nature when I can is how I live. That at least, I never forget."

Yor chuckles, "You, Shi'iduvelan Aran, are t-too odd for your own good."

And she smiles.

"And since that's a mouthful, you should call me Shi'n. Now come here, let me get you warmed up."

Yor thinks he laughs as he passes out in Shi'n's arms.

Finally free. To make horrible choices, maybe. But they are his.

#nana writes #nana's ocs #shi'n faressi #yor verrkan #ohhh the bg3/dnd/fantasy brainworms are wiggling #dnd #bg3 #but only vaguely #we're some 450 years pre bg3 here #somewhere in northwestern faerun #dont worry about it #transmac drow guy running away from menzo with the help of a he/she fey child of oberon what will they do #well probably go to waterdeep for starters

[twst-vampire]

[ A Puppet with Few Strings ] - Arma

CW: implications of abuse and character death, puppets

something for @piraticusdorm ‘s Peaceful Shadows event! wrote this half asleep and on a whim after having a weird nightmare myself SO ! it might have typos or just be? not great lolol

( i hope the abrupt changes aren’t weird. i feel like that’s how dreams tend to be for me )

Arma could see a lone circus tent in the distance, red & white stripes illuminated by a warm light. He could hear roars of laughter beckoning him closer. Though, he was disinterested in going toward it. He had a feeling it wasn’t as joyful as it appeared.

With every step backwards, the tent had gotten closer. A panic of running, only had him engulfed into the light and the rowdiness of it all. By the time he regained his senses, he found himself sitting front row and center with every other seat filled by a mannequin, smiling brightly.

[ Why couldn’t he run away? ]

A drumroll rumbles the theater and a spotlight shines on a Punch and Judy-styled booth. Two glove puppets emerge. One burly and one lanky but both equally hideous with their wood faces carved crudely.

“Rocco, where’s that meat head brother of ours?” The lanky puppet cried in scratchy and pitched voice.

“Ricky, he’s hidin’ cuz he don’t wanna be a star no more.” The burly puppet responded deeply and both shrug, earning laughter from the still audience.

“Maybe if we all call his name, he’ll see how popular he is and come out!” Ricky waved his puppet arms, as if to pump up the audience.

Arma hears the cheers, the chorus of the audience callling his name and he can’t help but grit his teeth. Slowly, he feels the pull of his hair, finding that his point of view changed suddenly. He could the audience he once occupied and he was a puppet himself, trapped between Ricky and Rocco. They were smiling but, things felt so tense.

“We found you, Arma! But, you’ve been nothing but trouble keeping us waiting! So, take this! And this! Try this on for size, twerp!”

Both Rocco and Ricky pull out sticks, hitting Arma back and forth, eliciting more laughter from the audience with their slapstick routine.

The puppets relentlessly beat him on the head and all he can do with his little cloth arms is curl up. The curtain on their booth droops closed.

[ Why couldn’t he run away? ]

Arma looked up, feeling rather off. Restricted. He takes in his surroundings, the strings attached to his wooden limbs, his body shuffling against his will in a limp dance.

Neither Rocco or Ricky had left the stage, both puppet waving their sticks at Arma from the same booth beside him.

“Keep dancing, goddammit! We didn’t pick ya off the street to sit around and cry! We told ya you gotta work to earn your spot. We told ya we put down dogs who don’t cooperate!”

The audience cheers and roars, at a volume that’s even more nauseating than before.

Arma didn’t wanna dance anymore. The harder he pulled to keep from moving, his strings snapped in two, his wooden limbs going limp. Yet, he was still being carelessly pulled about on the stage.

The audience is silent, with wide smiles and stares that are sickening and empty. It seemed hopeless to think anything would change.

“You’re not a puppet.”

Arma could hear it clearly. A voice, familiar but small.

“You’re not a puppet, you’re human, right?”

There it was again.

Arma gasped as he pulled himself off the ground. He was no longer wooden. Back to flesh and bone. As he took in his surroundings, he was still on stage. Though, he noticed the puppet booth tumbled over and looking down, he held the Ricky and Rocco puppets by their necks, lifeless with nothing to say to him anymore.

Before he could say anything, the audience began to murmur, the plastered smiles they once held were now frowns. Sighing, he put the puppets on each hands, to which Ricky and Rocco began to swat his head with their sticks like earlier.

[ Why couldn’t he run away? ]

Arma’s eyes shot open suddenly, his throat feeling incredibly dry and his stomach in knots. He looked around, finding that he wasn’t even his room. He’d fallen asleep in his office, again.

“Fuck…gotta stop falling asleep in here…another weird ass Pinocchio dream.” He murmured to himself, looking at the digital clock on his desk. 5:47 A.M. Early, but there was no way he could sleep after that.

By his elbow, a pea-sized orb sits on the flat surface. It’s pitch black and dull, hidden to Arma as it blends in with the darkness of the room.

#mom said it’s my turn to write the nightmare!! #nana oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst #arma doomsday #arma #toontasma #toontasmadorm #nana words! #nana writes #peaceful shadows #peaceful shadows event

[rosewolfs-world]

Colourful

Toshinori x Fem! OC

Warnings: Hallmark cheesiness and tooth-rotting fluff

(GIF credit: devilmanlady)

Part One - Meet Cute...?

☀️ Toshinori is now a rookie hero in California--it’s been three months since he graduated from Yuuei Academy.

💡Hinata is now a Pre-Med student studying in Southern California--she just returned from visiting family in Japan. 

☀️ He had arranged to meet with his new friend (and business partner) at a cafe near the local university. He wasn’t *quite* sure he had the right place, but it wouldn’t hurt to grab a tea and ask around.

💡Jet lag was a Bitch, even 24 hours after the fact. The only thing that could make it worse was back-to-back lab classes on a Monday. At this point, coffee was her only hope of staying alive. 

☀️ It was his fault. He’d been so focused on trying to find David among the flurry of patrons he didn’t realise there was one directly in his path.

💡 It was her fault; there was no denying it. If she hadn’t been so busy with the smell of formaldehyde burning her brain cells, she would have thought to sidestep the brick shithouse blocking her path.  

☀️ 💡 In any case, two worlds collide with the scalding hiss of hot coffee and muffled curses.

💡 “Oh, shit! Sumi--er, sorry about that. God! Here, let me--”

☀️“Oh! Sumimasen deshi--I-I mean, I’m so sorry! Allow me to--”

💡Hinata froze mid-sentence. “Hold up. You--do you speak Japanese?”

☀️ Toshinori paused at the inquiry, unsure whether to feel acknowledged or embarrassed. “Hai?” 

💡A sudden smile bloomed across her warm golden features. “Subarashi! And here I thought I’d only ever heard my home language...well, at home.”

☀️ The young hero soon found himself smiling as well. “Always happy to be of help!” he saluted with two fingers to his temple. 

💡Hinata rolled her eyes and chuckled. “You’re a hero, aren’t you?” 

☀️Toshinori blinked in surprise. “Was it that obvious?”

💡“Not terribly,” Hinata shrugged, reaching for the nearest napkin dispenser. “I grew up in a family of heroes, so I’ve got a knack for picking them out of a crowd.” With a fistful of napkins in each hand, she started to mop up the mess they’d made.

☀️Noticing the action, Toshinori immediately kicked himself into helping. “Is that so?” He queried. “Are you looking to be a hero as well?”

💡Hinata shook her head. “Nah, my quirk isn’t suited for combat. Too stressful. I’d much rather be a healer instead.”

☀️“Like a nurse?” Toshinori asked with a quivering brow.

💡“Doctor, actually.”

☀️“Oh, well, that’s wonderful!” Toshinori hardly batted an eye at her correction. The young woman herself seemed surprised by his behaviour. Her amber eyes blinked at him in a way that somehow reminded him of an owl. “Though, if you were looking for a low-stress job—”

💡Hinata burst into laughter before he could finish the sentence. She honestly surprised herself with how quickly her mood had turned. “Yea, pretty ironic, huh?”

☀️ “Just a tad,” Toshinori chuckled. Having cleaned up their mess to the best of their ability, the young man had a moment to glance over their soiled clothes. His smile soured a little. “I am sorry for bumping into you. I don’t know if—”

💡Hinata followed his gaze to the abstract splash of sepia now decorating her blouse. She couldn’t help heaving a sigh. “It’s alright, nothing my peers haven’t seen before. All of us are usually a mess this early in the semester. Especially on Mondays.”

☀️ “You’re a student?”

💡 “Pre-med, year two—I’m training to be a Doctor, didn’t ya hear?” She teased with a smile.

☀️ Toshinori felt the bridge of his nose burn. He rubbed at his neck a bit sheepishly. “Right, sorry, I’m...not very familiar with the education system here.”

💡 “That’s alright, Hero. If you’re here from Japan, you must be fresh out of a hero academy. Which one are you from, Mister…?”

☀️ “Er, Yagi, Toshinori. I went to Yuuei.”

💡Hinata’s eyes widened. “No way,” when Toshinori tilted his head at her, she was quick to elaborate. “Sorry, it’s not that I don’t believe you!” She waved her hands in front in hasty reassurance. “I’m just surprised. Many of my family went to Yuuei, and it’s not too far from my hometown.”

☀️ “Mustafa?”

💡 “Not quite, just one of the tiny towns outside the city.”

☀️ “Ah, I see. That is quite the coincidence.” Toshinori smiled, slightly intrigued. Now it was the young woman’s turn to rub her neck in embarrassment. 

💡 “Anyways…” Hinata’s eyes briefly trailed down the long stain on his—Yagi-san’s—white T-shirt. Hot damn, this bloke is huge...She shook her head a little. “I’m...sorry about your shirt and the coffee. Let me pay you back. I can buy you another one?”

☀️ The burning of Toshinori’s nose spread like a spark to a flame. “Oh! No, no, it’s alright, Miss...uh….”

💡 “Shimura, Shimura Hinata.—And please, I insist, I feel like an absolute—”

☀️The Young woman—Shimura-san—kept talking. Unbeknownst to her, Toshinori’s brain stalled, short-circuited, and screeched to a motha-fuckin’ halt. Shimura...it can’t be...His mind restarted as quickly as it stopped, cycling through so many possibilities that he didn’t even know where to begin. His eye caught the old clock hanging on the opposite wall. “Er, I suppose I have some time….”

💡 “Subarashi!” Shimura-san chirped with an earnest grin. “So? How do you like your coffee?”

#toshinori yagi #mha toshinori #bnha toshinori #my hero academia toshinori #yagi toshinori #young toshinori #nana shimura #toshinori x oc #rosewolf writes

[hopefulstarfire]

Have some Duelist Kingdom angst with my girl Nana because aha I keep thinking about this scene in my head

The only sounds that can be heard in the guest bedroom is the ticking of the clock on the wall and the distant hoot of an owl outside. The only light sources come from the glowing full moon through sheer curtains and the lamp on the end table by the bed.

The Puzzle sits alone on the coffee table in front of her, the eye designed onto the front of it almost staring back at her. Nana swore she could almost feel something pulse from it; a sense of anxiety. In the -- what, year or so now? -- since her little brother had solved it, it had seemed dormant and unassuming, at least around her and the others. Her suspicions and unease had never come directly from it, but rather the strange incidents that had cropped up around Yugi and their friends. People going insane, needing to be hospitalized for mental breakdowns after bullying the others; arson cases happening more exponentially; people dying.

All because of it; all because of him.

Now it seemed like it was anxious, a pressure around it that demanded to be acknowledged. It was if it was ordering to be returned to Yugi.

"Why should I?" Nana asks aloud, hands curling into fists in her lap.

It looked insane; her sitting alone and having a staring contest with a 3,000 year old artifact, demanding answers.

But, really, why should it be back with her brother? All this item and the stupid ghost that had lived inside had done was cause problems. It had cost others so much. Pegasus wanted it so desperately that he stole away her grandfathers soul.

And then there was that Duel.

Her brother looked so haunted and frail. The Spirit had caused lapses in his memory before they even knew of his existence, made him tired and unable to really question what was going on with himself until he learned there was another half to him during the Shadow Game they played against the Spirit of the Ring, Bakura.

Him knowing now kept that from happening; it let him work with his other half on what he thought was equal footing. He thought he was kind and helpful.

Until he almost killed Kaiba.

Now Yugi had to face what else this spirit made him, his body, do. It was violating; it was vile.

Nana sat forward, her normally bright aqua eyes glowering down at the item. "You've done enough to throw Yugis life into pure chaos," she told him, bitterly. "He's a kid and you've done nothing but use him to mess with other people's lives in some sick game! Why should I let you go back to him? So you hurt him even more? So you can go back to doing whatever and using him as your scapegoat?"

Silence. Of course. It's not like she solved the Puzzle nor did he have a host to talk from at the moment.

Even still.

"You can't go around doing these things," she continued, furrowing her brow. "You can't keep treating other people like their pawns or they're expendable. Or that they do anything wrong and you have to hurt them in the worst way possible. You can't use someone to kill somebody!"

Nana faltered after a long moment, running her hands over her face. She brushed her long, blonde bangs back behind her ears, hands curled up in front of her face. "You do these things and you're no better than Bakura or Pegasus," she said, the edge never leaving her voice. "I don't know who hurt you. Or how you ended up in there. But it doesn't give you the right to do these things to other people. I don't care what the Book of the Dead or any hieroglyphics or anything else say; you're not some god who gets to make judgement calls without consequence! And Yugi sure as hell isn't!"

Her brother had always been the kindest soul she'd ever met. He tried to treat everyone with kindness and understanding, never afraid to reach his hand out to those that needed it. He hated even the notion of violence; even when they were little, if he saw a fight break out that his sister would always go to protect him from, he would cry his heart out.

He was kind. He was the true light in their family, no matter how much they joked Nana shone as brightly as the sun. It was Yugi.

Her hands twitched. She was met with silence yet again and she sighed, rising to her feet. What was the point of any of this? She doubted he was even listening to her.

"...I wish he never solved you," Nana said, her voice quiet, the cracks beginning to show. "None of this would be happening if he hadn't. We would be safe at home with Grandpa and he wouldn't have to wonder what all you used him to do. You really are cursed."

Her hand grabbed the rope it dangled from, wrapping the chord around it. She felt a pulse from it, and it felt...

...Almost like regret. Sorrow.

Nana bit her lip. Had he been paying attention? More importantly; was that feeling real or what she'd hoped he was feeling, and she was just imagining things?

...

Finally, she shook her head, and dropped it into her backpack. She slid the bag behind her pillow; the door and windows were locked, sure, but she didn't trust Pegasus or his goons not to try and find a way in and take it. Even as much as she resented the Spirit, she couldn't risk the Puzzle falling into their hands. They'd never save Grandpa if they did.

She pulled the covers over herself as she climbed into bed, turning off the lamp as she pulled the bag and her pillow closer underneath her head.

"You might as well get comfortable, since you're...well, whatever the equivalent of grounded would be for a millennia old ghost in a cursed object," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Just. Quit trying to make things worse for everyone right now. Alright?"

Nothing.

Nana closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. As restless as her heart felt, she knew she'd need the sleep.

The real challenge came tomorrow.

#yugioh #my writing #ygo #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #nana mutou #you painted colors in my heart i could never replace #yami yugi

[cyber-streak-2]

Headcanons for Voidsight in his main Universe (I'm a curious bean, sowwy)

Are you asking this for the 🎫 thing? Or, are you asking for a request? Because if it’s that, atm I only write canon characters+it has to involve a reader (human or cybertronian).

Also, Voidsight doesn’t use any pronouns, as I’ve mentioned before. So, please, when asking/referring to the character, don’t use any pronouns for Voidsight.

#Asks #Answers #Voidsight #Nana-ya91 #Cyber’s Chatter #Tbh if someone requested ‘Headcanons for -insert oc- with -insert human/cybertronian reader- with -insert thing’ or whatever #I think I’d find that really nice #But I feel like I write all of my OC’s the same #Despite them all being different #So- y’know- #Anubis’s Chatter

[mchlgayser]

𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ft gojo satoru

SYN. the happy day that seals your love for each other.

CONTAINS. aged-up! gojo x aged-up! fem reader, poor writing skills, and poor details fiction (not proofread)

LETTER. this turns out shorter than intended like oops sorry. happy reading everyone mwah! reblogs and comments are very much appreciated. thank you.

CREDITS. no parts of my story may be rewritten or translated without my permission. the cover pictures are taken from pinterest but the editing of the picture is mine. i do not any of the pictures or the divider (divider credits: @plutism on tumblr). i do not own any of the characters except for oc.

WORDS. 0.58k words

As the sun begin to set on the beautiful evening, you sit in the dressing room, waiting with sweaty palms. Ieiri stand by your side occasionally helping with wiping some visible sweats on your face "Relax... Just take a deep breath."

You nod your head at her, feigning a small smile as you stand up to adjust the dress. You look at yourself in the mirror and you thought - What a pretty dress, indeed. It's a stunning white gown with delicate lace and intricate beading. Your hair is tuck nicely behind your ears as Ieiri put on a lace veil for you "You look so pretty." She complimented with a tired smile.

You thanked the woman softly, looking back into your reflection in the mirror, eyes sparkling with happiness and joy.

Your fiance on the other hand, stand by the end of the aisle with his best mate and two students on his side "You look good." Itadori and Fushiguro said to their teacher. He gives them two thumbs up and his signature goofy smile despite feeling nervous.

After some time, the emcee announces the arrival of the bride behind the front door of the hall. Satoru takes a deep breath, turning around to face his best friends. Suguru give him a grin.

The door opens and the lights above at the ceiling shone directly to your figure. You clutch onto the bouquet of roses, nodding and encouraging yourself as you make your way up the aisle. The guests around looking at you as you make your way gracefully.

You smile elegantly as you make contacts with familiar people. Iori waves over at you with tears in her eyes and a grin dancing on her lips. You avert your attention upfront seeing Satoru standing, his back facing you. The man is dress in tailored-suit and his hair is slick back but still looking dashing as usual.

You gradually comes to a stop, halting right behind your soon-to-be husband. With a light pat on his shoulder, Satoru turns around to face you. With a light gasp, his eyes instantly fill with raw tears. He bite back on his lips to prevent himself from crying after seeing you. He tries to speak but stop himself as he crouch down a little, palms resting on both of his eyes as he cries softly.

You giggle, one hand patting your fiance's back in a soothing manner. Satoru sniffles, lips curved into a smile "You looks so gorgeous." He sniffles once again, taking your hand to kiss it before taking you with him to the end of the aisle. The guests awe and some lightly clapping their hands whilst the other cheer softly seeing as the world's strongest socrerer nearly shambles at just the sheer sight of you.

You and Satoru stood, hand in hand and ready to embark on your new life together.

His voice trembles with emotion as he speech his vows, and his hands shaking slightly as he slip the ring on your finger "You may now kiss the bride."

Satoru caresses your chin, lifting your face up and give you a sweet peck on the lips "I love you..." He whispered.

As you both sealed your union with another tender kiss, the sounds of cheers and applause fill the welcoming air. Family and friends wiped their tears of joy, overwhelmed by beauty and love that surrounded you. It is clear that this marriage was a marriage made in heaven, one that would endure all the time.

#☆ ͡ ݂ ۫ 🪼 ࣪ 𓈒 紫 ៸៸ ˚ ׅ nana's fics #i ★ writes jud3 ✸ #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo x female reader #gojo x oc #gojo au #gojo blurb #gojo comfort #gojo drabbles #gojo fluff #gojo fanfic #gojo imagine #jujutsu gojo #jjk gojo #gojo jjk #gojo jujutsu kaisen #gojo oneshot #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu satoru #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n #satoru x oc

[jasmariswonderland]

“Wanna See A Cool Trick?” Heloise’s R School Uniform Story

“This isn’t my first time here, just keep the tomfoolery to a minimum and we’ll get along just fine!” 

Upon Heloise’s return to NRC, she’s feeling a little aprehensive and confides in an unexpected new friend. Because this fic is 90% Heloise voiceing her thoughts, fic is written traditionally rather than in a visial novel format. 

This could also be considered a side story to Shining Hearts since this takes place in Book 5 and Heloise will make an appearance in chapter 15. 

A huge thank you to @twstinginthewind​ for allowing to use her oc Nana for this fic. I’m always nervous working with ocs that aren’t my own, but I hope I was able to do Nana justice! 💚

Word Count: 2734

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The hour was still early and most of the dorm was still fast asleep. With that in mind, Heloise crept quietly downstairs, deliberately making her footsteps as close to silent as she could. Despite the silence, there was a certain level of excitement in the air. It was the first morning of the National Arcane Academy Cultural Festival with Royal Sword Academy. A lot would be happening over the next two days but the highlight of the festival would be that very afternoon, the Vocal and Dance Championship between both schools. And for the students of Diasomnia, the VDC held extra special importance. 

Among the girls performing was Vidaria Cherith, betrothed of Malleus Draconia and the jewel of their dorm. Nearly everyone in Diasomnia was excited about their princess gracing the stage, surely her blend of beautiful vocal talent and playful fae charm would secure victory for their school. That alone would be the highlight of the festival for Heloise. A lot had occurred since her removal from NRC the previous year and she had not seen much of Vidaria since then, but she was greatly looking forward to seeing her on stage. She couldn’t think of a better gift to celebrate her return to school.

How anyone could still be asleep was a mystery to her. But Heloise remained quiet as she walked around the hallways and entered the lounge. At first glance, all seemed as it should be and it didn’t appear that much had changed since she had been there last. Heloise had just returned to NRC the previous night and so far, none were aware of her presence besides Lilia. With Vidaria occupied with VDC training camp at Ramshackle dorm, she wasn’t yet aware of Heloise’s return either. Exactly what Heloise wanted. 

There was a soft stir in the otherwise quiet lounge that Heloise noticed right away. She followed the sound, still making a point to remain quiet in case the source was something nefarious. Years in service to the Draconia court had left her senses in a near constant state of being on high alert and she had already experienced enough in life to know that danger could lurk even in the safest of havens. 

“Who’s there?”

But Heloise soon realized that no danger was present, the softest sound followed her call, the sound of a meow. And with that, Heloise noticed the shadow of a flitting black tail in the corner of the room. A smile bloomed on her face. She couldn't recall Diasomnia having any feline residents but her fondness for cats was enough to temporarily drop her guard as she knelt down and called out to the creature. 

“Hello, little kitty,” she coaxed. “Come here, little kitty.” 

Nana was certain that she knew all the students in Diasomnia, though this young woman was a new face to her. Curiously glancing up at her, something in her face felt strangely familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her paw on what that was. But she appeared friendly, reaching out her hand with an inviting smile. She took a few timid steps forward, allowing Heloise to fully see her midnight black coloring and bright green eyes. 

Aww a black kitty, the luckiest kind!

“Do you live here, little kitty?” Asked Heloise, to which Nana gave a soft little mew. “Lilia always was a cat person, as am I. My name is Heloise.”

Heloise. That has a pretty ring to it. Nana approached Heloise, gently rubbing her head against her extended hand and softly purring. There was the faintest smell of chocolate and cherries that Nana found quite pleasant. She nuzzled up closer to her, if only to enjoy the sweet scent further, and Heloise sat fully down on the floor next to her.

“You seem to like me,” Heloise smiled, gently scratching behind Nana’s ear. “This is my first day back at NRC and I’ve been a little apprehensive about…” Nana gave her a mew which, if Heloise didn’t know better, sounded almost like a question. She figured that this cat must have arrived at Diasomnia sometime after her departure. She gave her another scratch. 

“I’m a sophomore student, but you probably have never met me because, up until recently, I wasn’t here at school. I was…” A sudden chill rushed through Heloise and without realizing it, she squeezed Nana’s ear, causing her to make a loud sound that was more out of surprise than pain. She gasped when she realized what she had done, apologizing profusely. “Ohhhhh, forgive me, little kitty! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I…” But Nana’s sudden purring told her that she was easily forgiven, but Heloise kept her hands to herself for a few moments to be sure. 

“I’m sorry, I was thinking too deeply, I just…well…can I ask you a question?” Nana curiously looked up at her, blinking as her way of saying yes. “Do you know another fae girl in this dorm named Vidaria?”

Nana’s purring quickly became louder. Yes, of course she knew her, everyone in the dorm knew her. Vidaria Cherith, the beloved future queen of Briar Valley, a kind and noble spirit with magic that almost matched that of their dorm leaders. Someone Nana held a great amount of love and admiration for. Of course she knew her. 

“When I was a little girl, my parents brought me to the Draconia court to be Vidaria’s companion,” Heloise went on. “When she was first brought to Briar Valley, she was very sad and lonely but Lilia thought we’d get along well because we’re the same kind of fae. We kind of started off on the wrong foot, but in time,” a smile came to her face and she gave Nana a gentle pet. “Vidaria became my most trusted friend and I became her’s.”

So you helped the princess by being her friend! That’s so sweet! From the beginning, Nana felt that she could trust this newcomer. But hearing this story fully opened her heart to Heloise. She allowed herself to step into her lap and give her an affectionate headbut. Heloise giggled, giving Nana a few more headscratches. 

“She really is one of the kindest souls I’ve ever known, don’t you think so, little kitty?” Nana answered her with a mew. “And her kindness is all the more remarkable, considering all she has gone through. That’s why…” Heloise sighed. “That’s why I hope we can soon be friends again.”

What do you mean? Are you and Vidaria not friends anymore? And why am I just meeting you if you’re a second year student? Nana had many questions but something told her that she would receive them soon. So she made herself comfortable in Heloise’s lap and allowed her to continue stroking her soft black fur. 

“Well, maybe that’s not the right thing to say. We definitely still are friends, but I haven't seen her in nearly a year. You see, little kitty, something happened here when we were still freshmen. It’s kind of complicated, but let’s just say Vidaria was in danger and I had to help her. I was able to help her but as a result…as a result…”

You’re laughing? I have a dagger to your throat and you’re laughing?!

I’m not afraid of you…do your worst because for her, I would willingly walk through the flames of hell…

“As a result, I became...very ill. So ill, I had to return to Briar Valley. We didn’t speak for months but poor Vidaira, she felt so bad because of what happened to me, that I got sick because of her,” another sigh escaped Heloise. “But what she doesn’t know is that even if what happened was terrible, I didn’t mind because I was able to keep her safe. That’s why I’m training so hard, not just to be her protector, but also because I care about her.”

Wow, you must be very brave, Heloise. Vidaria is one lucky lady to have a friend like you!

“Since we haven’t spoken much, Vidaira has made other friends. I think she’s become pretty close to a princess in the Scarabia dorm.”

That’s true. But Iman isn’t as nice as Vidaria and she’s always shrieking when she sees me in my cat form. 

“But I’m hoping that soon, Vidaria and I can pick up where we last left off. I want her to know how much I look up to her. I don’t resent her for what happened to me, it wasn’t her fault. She’s in such a remarkable situation but I want to be by her side as best as I can.” Heloise noticed how Nana was now focusing intensely on her, looking up at her with round peridot eyes and not blinking even once. She smiled. “I was never the best at animal linguistics, but I appreciate that you’re allowing me to confide in you, little kitty.”

Don’t worry, Heloise, I know Vidaria will be so happy to see you again! 

A shift of activity suddenly called their attention, someone was coming down the stairs. Cautious once again, Nana leapt out of the warmth of Heloise’s lap and back into her corner, though her eyes were still on her. Heloise stood up, looking around before a fun idea came to her, she crouched down and gave Nana a little wink. 

“I think someone’s coming, guess we’re no longer the only ones awake,” she said as she removed her blazer, hanging it over a nearby chair and rearranging her striped necktie. “But before I go, wanna see a cool trick, little kitty?”

A trick? What kind of…WAIT?!

Nana was curious as to what Heloise was up to but was more than a little taken aback when Heloise tied her necktie in a bow and pulled her hair to the side of her head, tying it with a hair ring from her pocket. From the moment she set her eyes upon her, there was something about Heloise that struck Nana as being very familiar. Now she fully understood.

Is this some kind of magic? No, I don’t sense any. But she…Heloise look’s just like…

Sebek entered the lounge and Nana took a few cautious steps back. She wasn’t too fond of his constant booming voice and he was sure to tell Lilia if he saw her wandering around in her cat form. But even as she made herself hidden, she continued watching Heloise, more than a little curious about how Sebek would react to her. 

“Oh! Your Highness!” Sebek started at the sight of who he thought was the betrothed of his young master. “I didn’t think…ahem! I mean, good morning, Your Highness! Today is a glorious day, is it not?”

“It’s still quite early, but I do believe it shall be,” Heloise replied. Her voice left Nana in awe, even the way she spoke now resembled Vidaria. “I must prepare for rehearsals soon, but I wanted to…”

“Yes of course!” Sebek grinned. “We of Diasomnia are so thrilled and greatly looking forward to seeing you at the VDC, Your Highness! Your victory will bring only honor not only to our dorm but to our great and powerful young master! I’m certain Malleus-sama is also looking forward to seeing you on stage!”

Sir, it is barely past sunrise. Could you turn down your enthusiasm?

“You’re too kind,” Heloise smiled in spite of her secret thoughts. “By the by, have you seen Lilia-san? I was looking for him earlier.”

“No need to look further, Briar Bloom, here I am!” 

Lilia appeared, as he often did when entering a room, hanging upside down in midair. Sebek loudly greeted him as Nana continued watching their exchange from her corner in the room. She couldn’t help but be curious as to how Lilia would respond to Heloise’s transformation and while she was about to leave, her curiosity was stronger than her desire not to get caught in her cat form. 

Lilia is walking over to her, he probably can see through the disguise! 

“Oh ho?” Lilia grinned, leaning into Heloise’s face and pretending to sound confused. “What’s this?” You aren’t our Briar Bloom, who are you?”

“WHAT?!” Sebek jumped. “This isn’t Princess Vidaria?! But she looks so much like…wait!” His mood quickly shifted and he glared at Heloise, who now had a mischievous smile on her face. “YOU! How dare you impersonate the princess! Who the hell are you?!” He took out his magipen. “A spy for the Land of Mists no doubt! Lilia, clearly they’ve kidnapped Vidaria and placed this imposter in her place! We’ll teach her what happens when someone dares to threaten…”

Sebek charged at Heloise but she quickly subdued him with a swift one-leg takedown, flipping him over and kicking his magipen out of his hand. Lilia broke out in laughter, picking up Sebek’s pen. 

“I see you haven’t neglected your training, Nightshade,” he said. “Sebek is also training to serve the Draconias but I do believe he could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Lilia! What are you saying?!” Sebek shouted, jumping up to his feet. “This imposter, you’re saying that you know her?!”

“Pleased to meet you, Sebek,” Heloise giggled. “Perhaps not the best way to initiate a first meeting but I digress. My name is Heloise and I’m one of Vidaria’s handmaids.”

“And if you’re wondering, Sebek, yes we are aware of her resemblance to Vidaria,” Lilia added. “You see, before you came to NRC, Heloise often acted as Vidaria’s double to prevent kidnap attempts. In a sense, you, Silver, Nana and she are all in the same boat, so to speak, training to serve Malleus and Vidaria.”

“What?! Really?!” Sebek’s mood shifted once again and he grabbed Heloise’s hand, shaking it wildly. “To put yourself at risk for the sake of our future queen, such bravery! I can only hope to have the opportunity to similarly lay my life on the line for Malleus-sama!”

“Uhhh, I’m not sure you should be hoping for such a thing,” Heloise shook her head, but she was still laughing. “But I appreciate the sentiment. I already know Silver so I’m guessing you’re a freshman, Sebek?”

“I am! And I cannot put into words what an honor it is to be in Diasomnia, at the side of our great and powerful young master and his betrothed!”

“I can tell you are very enthusiastic about the Draconia’s,” replied Heloise. “I too hope to protect them to the best of my ability. With that in mind, I hope we can soon be friends. After you get over me throwing you that is!” 

She’s so cool! And she’s pretty strong if she can take Sebek down like that!

If Nana didn’t already like Heloise before, she adored her now. Here before her now was an example of what she aspired to be, and if her words to her were any indication of her character, Nana might very well have found a new friend. She decided at that moment that she had spent enough time as a cat for one morning and quickly ran off to the opposite end of the lounge, appearing before Heloise, Lilia and Sebek a few moments later.

“But Lilia, you mentioned another training to serve the Draconias,” Heloise went on. “Someone named Nana? Where is she?”

“Good morning, guys!” Nana smiled. “You’re all up pretty early!”

“I could not sleep a moment longer!” Sebek admitted. “So excited I was about seeing Princess Vidaria on stage today! And the fact that Malleus-sama was invited to the VDC as well, ohhh, my heart has been pumping since last night!”

“We’re all excited for today, it seems,” Lilia smiled as well. “Heloise, here is your answer. This is Nana Katzen, she’s also a freshman.”

“Pleased to meet you, Heloise-san!” she extended her hand to Heloise. “I hope we can be friends too!”

Nana was a little shorter than her, but had a sweet smile that Heloise couldn’t help but find endearing. But there was something else about Nana that she couldn’t help but notice: a long black tail flittered behind her. And her midnight black hair was accompanied by a set of black cats ears, a pair of ears that were very familiar to ones Heloise had previously been scratching. 

Heloise smiled and took Nana’s hand, shaking it. 

“Pleased to meet you, Nana. I’m certain you and I will get along quite nicely.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #diasomnia oc #diasomnia #oc: heloise #other ppl's ocs #nana katzen #things i write #fun fact: i spent a great amount of time talking to my own cats while writing this so id have an idea of how nana would respond to heloise #hope i did alright

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if Saki aromantic as well as being asexual? some asexual people can still experience romantic attraction (crushes, having relationships, etc), aromantic people do not (they also don't have to be asexual). just curious because a lot of ppl don't realize there's a difference

Saki is actually very much in love with Azalea and Nana! They have a polyam relationship in the future, Saki is just a little preoccupied right now recovering from brainwashing!

As a bonus, here's an old doodle of the three of them out on the town during winter. Saki has a very very intense facial expression sometimes and she hates the cold fjsjfjdjsjd

#splatoon ocs #talkin talkin #answered asks #saki #azalea #nana #theyre really cute! i love them! i want to write them already but i gotta finish chapter 14!!! ahhh!!!!! #oc discussion #sanitized octoling