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3 - BNHA / All Might (Aka, Toshinori Yagi)

3. hunger - florence + the machine.

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness

Toshinori would laugh if he could, but the last of his energy has been wasted on holding his All Might form a few minutes longer, until the last of his fans disappeared around the corner, and so it's all he can do to keep his eyes open.

His cheek lies flat against the cool tile floor of the utility closet, vision blurring. He can feel a sticky string of saliva striving to escape the corner of his mouth, too viscious to even make it that far.

He tries to swallow, but his throat is like sandpaper. He has a hard time drinking enough water these days, his body still unused to his new physiology, even after all this time.

Toshinori wonders if he will ever reach a point where he feels he can stop pretending.

at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn't have to call it loneliness

Life as a Pro Hero has many good points, Toshinori knows, but it's hard to see them when he feels swallowed whole by expectation. By the pressure to be perfect, to save everyone with a smile. These things which used to come easier than he ever could have hoped, are now a burden.

A burden he must pass on to someone else. One he has no choice but to foist upon another.

It is something he wrestles with nightly, as he drinks his fortified meal replacement shake and takes vitamins designed to compensate for the reduced nutrient absorption of his body, Toshinori mulls over the decision before him.

Wonders how he can ask another to carry a weight that should be his.

The Vestiges do their best to assuage him, assure him. But they are all dead and he is the only one who will have to live - theoretically, assuming his frail body can survive long enough - with the consequences of his actions.

The only one who will be forced to watch another walk the impossible path of One for All, the Ninth and final bearer of Yoichi Shigaraki's hopes.

give yourself to strangers, you don't have to be afraid

Toshinori knows his time as All Might has been a gift - something he had never dared hope for as a Quirkless child before Nana Shimura offered him the chance to do something good and right with his life, to be a Hero to those who needed it. To protect the world from All for One and all other manner of evil.

Now, he struggles to see One for All as anything better than a curse.

The glass in his hand shatters as he flings it against the nearest wall, the chalky remnants of his dinner sliding down the wall like moist clay, unformed and misshapen.

He hears the voices within him battling to be heard and Toshinori tamps them down. Tonight, he has no desire for company. No patience for assurances. He wishes to be alone with his thoughts.

Alone with his burden.

you in all your vibrant youth - how could anything bad every happen to you?

Toshinori enjoys teaching. He's not particularly good at it, he knows, but watching the young heroes at U.A. hone their skills sparks a faintly hopeful feeling in his chest. It is a sensation he has not experienced for a long time, one he realizes now, he missed dearly in the years it was lost to him.

As Izuku Midoriya grows stronger with each day, Toshinori can almost convince himself that everything will be all right - that One for All is a gift. A rite he has bestowed on a worthy Hero. The way Izuku lights up, the way his green eyes shine when he is saving people...

Toshinori almost forgets what the boy is destined for. The pain that awaits him. Because no matter how Toshinori or any of the other teachers try to protect him - to protect any of their students - eventually, they will have only themselves.

Each other, if they are lucky.

you make a fool of death with your beauty and for a moment, i forget to worry

One day, All Might will no longer exist at all - even for the brief moments he is still able to hold the form. Eventually, Toshinori Yagi will be only himself again; Quirkless. Useless. Unable to protect the people he cares for most.

Unable to shield Izuku and the others from the brutal battles to come.

Toshinori will be only an observer. A vestige even in his solid, shrinking body.

His vision will blur with tears instead of exhaustion, his chest will ache with uncertainty, with fear, as the place where he stomach used to be churns.

And he will be able to do nothing but watch the horizon and hope his students can return home. Hope he has not made the wrong choice, a decision that will destroy them all.

we all have a hunger.

#friendo art #tbt #I'll have to read it in a little bit but HHNNGGGGG I LOVE THE SNIPPET

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So after conversing with the bestie about this fic, I'm gonna just post the drafted version and call it a day and basically put the feelers back out there again. Because I do want to write it even if some fears come up and frighten me still.

But the termite tale draft is live and I'm gonna go play cyberpunk to drown out the anxiety.

#aburame #shibi aburame #shikuro aburame #aburame ocs #naruto fic #aburame fic #naruto ocs #drafts #anyways excuse me as I go cry and throw up at the perfectionist in my body yelling at me #thank you goodbbyyyeee

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'And you said, "Don't live in your head", The world's so wide, why not explore? And you said I got good legs, No one's ever told me that before.' | Kakashi & Saya

Merry Christmas @lemony-snickers!! This year is surely one to forget for you, I understand, but I want to thank you anyway for all the companionship, the times you let me rant and cry in your arms. The times we supported one another and even the times we argued. You are oh so very important to me even if we lately don't talk as much as I would like to. I love you very very very much and I hope you enjoy this little gift for you. <3

Kakashi x OC

Based on the story "to answer the call" on ao3

thank you @qettleqorn for the help with the idea.

It was a rather ordinary sentence, a total random utterance, something you’d say for friendly smalltalk to break a silence. It should have been something he’d acknowledged and moved forward instantly from. It should have been something that he would forget as soon as it was out of his head. It absolutely, under no circumstances, should have been an earth shattering revelation.

And yet, Kakashi couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You hold your books with your middle and ring finger, did you know that?”

They’d been sitting side by side as Kakashi watched Saya’s recovery from the chakra surgery and his own genjutsu. He had told himself that he needed to be the one to supervise her improvement, as he had been the one to initiate it all in the first place. Sure, Tsuade had done the heavy lifting and she was the attending physician, but Kakashi wanted to be there too.

Always reading books and for Saya, sometimes magazines about dancing and theatre, they would sit in silence for many hours without it even becoming weird. Kakashi had always enjoyed these moments of quiet with her, never feeling the need to escape and go somewhere else. Well, maybe not always, but everything else was so long ago, that he didn’t remember.

That's when she had looked up and said those words with a smile and a little wave of her pointer finger. Kakashi had raised his brows. “Is that abnormal?” he had asked and turned the book around to look how he was holding it. It was with the middle and ring finger.

“I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else do it,” she said. “I wouldn’t call it abnormal, but I think most people would either hold it with both hands on both sides or, if it's small, with one hand in the middle, but you do neither.”

Kakashi had never particularly thought about the way he held his books, but he saw now that she must be right then. He hadn’t watched her or other people hold things, that was not something he paid attention to. Saya, apparently, did.

“That you noticed such a thing,” Kakashi murmured into his mask and turned a page, his fingers now feeling insecure in their normal holding position. Was he wrong to hold a book like this? What was she implying?

Saya hummed. “I noticed a while back”, she said and then looked to the side out of the window. “I thought it was an odd way of holding it at first, but the more I looked at it, the more it seemed to me like it was just so - how can I describe it - gentle. It’s like you think the book is so precious that you can’t grab it, you can just hold it softly.” She turned to him with a smile. “I think that's amazing. That you care for this narrative so much that you don’t want to hurt it.”

Inside of him, a wall broke. He could hear the pieces of it falling off in loud chunks, crashing to the floor of his consciousness like Saya had personally rammed the hammer into them. Though usually not at a loss for words he found himself utterly speechless for a moment, before he murmured something like “I don’t particularly care…” and then quickly went back to reading what was in front of him and escaping the smile on her face.

Kakashi was observed a lot. People in the village liked to follow him around wherever he went, ever since his father had died when he was small. He was used to the eyes on him, the eyes on his back, his hair, his scars. He was used to people whispering when he returned with blood on his west, the stares when he brought the passed out Naruto home, the hushed tones when he had come out of the hospital after he passed out on an important mission again. People spoke about him,they admired and envied and hated and loved him. But nobody had ever looked at the way he held his books before.

It seemed so very little in comparison. A tiny, tiny thing that should not have made any impact. And yet, it would not get out of his head. Saya had watched him sit in her space, reading, for such a long time that she had noticed that very little habit of his and her judgement had been that he was caring, gentle, loving with it. Saya thought his hands held books lovingly.

Logically, this should not have been a discussion. This should have been something he would dwell on, but the sentence stuck in his mind even after he returned home as if it was a constant echo. It was nothing special, just an observation a friend had made about him. But why then did it feel like it was so much bigger than that?

The more he turned over the moment in his head, the more confused he became about his own reaction to it. There was nothing especially outstanding about it. They’d been sitting together and reading for a while now, even before her surgery, she had broken the always comfortable silence to make an observation and had backed up when he asked about it. Sure, she’d smiled and her hair had looked a little messy from laying for too long, but that wasn’t special. He’d seen it several times.

Right? It wasn’t special that her eyes had sparkled in this beautiful green colour they had when they had complimented him and it wasn’t special that her cheeks had been just slightly pink as if she was embarrassed to admit it. None of these things mattered, those were just observations. Just like hers.

It was late at night when he realised that the feeling he felt was happiness. Saya complimenting him about something nobody had ever even noticed about him before made him happy. It made him really happy, actually. Like she had just personally cooked him his favourite meal or told him she’d treat Naruto for Ramen next time so he could save money.

Incredible how such a tiny thing could make one so very happy. But that was how it was between friends, right? They were close and he was glad she wasn’t mad at him for giving her this wonderful genjutsu dream only to take it away from her. That was all that was.

He returned to her the next day, as usual, striding into her room with one hand in his pocket and one hand holding his Icha Icha novel. He had spent much too much time in the morning trying to adjust his hands to see how “usual” people carried a book around, but he couldn’t quite fit his hands to do it.

“Good morning,” she said, “I made tea.” Saya had apparently expected him to come by, because that's what he had been doing the last few weeks. Kakashi could clearly see her eyes flicker up to his hand in the book and then she smiled and though she said nothing about it, it felt like Kakashi was in the middle of a collapsing building in an earthquake.

Once again, it felt like something he had built inside his mind was falling away in big parts. As if each time her eyes found his and it made her smile to see him, there was a part of a wall that came crumbling down. This wasn’t just happiness, Kakashi analysed. He had been happy many times in his life but he’d never been happy like this. This was a completely new level of feeling, as if everything Saya was doing or saying was somehow illuminated by a sudden gush of evening sun.

He only got what was happening to him when she handed him his teacup.

She’d done that many times that they had been sitting together and chatting. That had, after all, been how their whole friendship started in the first place. They had carried each other, wiped away tears, comforted each other and then, for a long time, slept next to one another and yet her touch never quite left the burn behind it did now as she lightly brushed over his fingers to give him his hot tea.

Kakashi only knew the sensation from books, he had never personally felt it before. At least not that he remembered and definitely not in this intensity. But there was absolutely no mistaking it. Every sign pointed to only one thing.

“Ah.” Kakashi could hear the penny drop in his mind.

He didn’t notice he had spoken out loud until Saya turned her head in amusement: “Did you burn your hands?”

“No,” he replied, pouting a little. “I just don’t think I know how to hold things anymore now that you think I’m a person that holds books like a freak.” He sent a quick thank you to his father for teaching him quick wit.

“I meant that as a compliment. I do agree you are a freak, but not because you hold books other than normal.” She shook her head and laughed.

Kakashi wondered if he’d ever seen a laugh that he liked as much as hers and then his heart hammered against his chest.

Ah no. What to do with this?

#friend oc #friendo art #kakashi x oc #kakashi x saya

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MY LIFE BEFORE YOU [ ♡ ]

summary. how jjk men fall in love with single-mom reader.

cw/ tw. fem!reader, fluff, domesticity, brief mentions of pregnancy, mild hurt/ comfort, pining, original child characters, aged-up characters, boss/ employee relationship, mildly suggestive toward the end

featuring. gojo, yuuji, sukuna, megumi, nanami

an. hello, this is an updated repost from my @/satorini blog:3 enjoy! reblogs are appreciated!

✢ GOJO

Being a single mom has its ups and downs, especially when it comes to dating. You can easily recount the times you sat across from a date who looked like they ate something sour after the mention of your daughter, how they paused, spine going stiff—never keen on the type of baggage that comes in small packages.

So it’s only natural to expect the same with Gojo when you tell him on the first date in the back of a coffee shop, wincing internally with a tight grip around your cup. You wait for the awkward laugh, the promise to call you later, even though they never do.

But then he surprises you.

He smiles—that same one that filled your belly with butterflies the first time you ran into him in the elevator at work—his gaze unexpectedly soft, and he asks, “What’s her name?”

You sip your coffee to distract yourself from that fluttery feeling in your chest. “Ma—um, her name’s Mai.”

Your heartbeat doesn’t slow for hours after that date; you admit you hadn’t expected him to take it in full stride.

Almost two years later, sometimes you still can’t believe it—how he fits so effortlessly in your life, that he’s shown you time and time again that he has no problem treating your daughter like his own.

He calls her princess and treats her like one, too. One day, you walk into the living room to find Mai putting clips in Satoru's hair and unicorn stickers on his face, letting her ramble about her day at daycare (because the afternoon reading circle is apparently very eventful for a bunch of four-year-olds).

On the days he’s off work, you have to keep the fridge stocked with food, or else they’ll eat nothing but sweets all day. And when he does cook, he'll have a chair pushed up to the counter for Mai to see and help—though your kitchen is often left a total mess afterward.

It’s after dinner, Mai tucked into bed, his arms curled around your waist while you scrub a pot, a thumb tracing your abdomen—sweetheart, what if we had another?—and you let yourself think about it. Can’t help it.

This time, you won’t be alone in a delivery room, Satoru’s large hands comfortingly wrapped around yours before holding his newborn for the first time, one with Satoru’s smile and maybe your eyes. Another set of small feet running down the hall for cuddles in the morning…

You reach down and cup his hand, despite it being covered in sudsy dishwater, though he doesn’t seem to care.

“I think…I think I’d like that.”

✢ YUUJI

He’s always been your best friend; since that time you fell off the swingset when you were six and after you found out you were pregnant and never heard anything back from the father.

It's possibly the best and worst thing that could have happened to you.

The best because he’s there for you until the twins come screaming into the world; it’s no surprise they’re just as drawn to his sunny personality as everyone else. Yuuji becomes a shadow at your side in the weeks after, becoming somewhat of a quasi-parent even though you never asked him to, which is why it’s the worst.

Those easy smiles are slowly replaced by the feeling of your heart trembling in your chest whenever you catch him hastily tripping up the stairs to the nursery to wake the twins from their nap. Or when he takes the three of you to the park for a picnic and spends the entire time staring at one of the sleeping little boys on your chest as if they’re doing cartwheels.

You try not to think about it too much unless you want to risk losing Yuuji, to crumble whatever solid foundation your friendship sits on. Plus, why would he want to settle with a single mom anyway?

You’ve seen the girls he’s dated, and none of them walk out of the house wearing a sweater covered in baby food stains, pretty, willowy girls who put a little more effort into their appearance than you have in months.

And the sadder, more obvious answer is that there’s no way he feels the same about you—sweet, whole-hearted Yuuji who’s friendly to strangers and always willing to help wherever he’s needed.

You’re no different.

There’s some truth to that, which rapidly disintegrates as the months go on. You can no longer ignore how Yuuji lights up whenever someone accidentally mistakes him for the twin’s father or mentions how cute your family is.

It’s easy to imagine until you’re so wrapped up in thoughts that make you bite back a smile—of coming home to Yuuji napping with the twins on the couch, quiet evenings snuggled up under soft blankets on the couch, kissing him when he leaves for work in the morning—that you nearly miss what he says to the sweet old man who’s been giving Yuuji unsolicited parenting advice, “Maybe she’ll actually say yes when I ask her to marry me someday.”

He’s not looking at you when he says it, but you see how his smile reaches his eyes (soft as if he’s inserted himself into the same future you thought of), and for a moment, you allow yourself to hope.

✢ SUKUNA

He’s never been the type to want kids of his own, and yet he couldn’t turn a blind eye when you call him nearly two months since that night at his brother’s birthday party—hazily remembering you telling him you’re one of Yuuj’s friends before he took you back to his place—to tell him you’re pregnant.

“You don’t have to be there. I just thought you should know,” you say wetly.

“Jesus—” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. He doesn’t think the employee breakroom at the gym is the right place to have this conversation. “Listen, don’t cry. I’ll be there, alright? Whatever you need.”

Sukuna at least thought he’d actually be with the person he has a kid with. Over the next four years, that couldn’t be further from the truth.

There’s a lot that’s undesirable about the situation, like the fact that every time he walks out of his room, he always ends up stepping on Legos because you insist on buying Hana more and leave them at his place, or that he can't eat anything these days without a small hand reaching out for his food.

But the one thing that really makes his blood curdle is whenever he has Hana for the weekend, and she rambles through a mouthful of mac n’ cheese about how you and Yuuji took her to the park, with more stories about Yuuji this and Yuuji that.

He should be grateful his brother is such a doting uncle, yet he grinds his teeth the longer his daughter prattles on.

Out of everything, this is the one thing he chooses to find an issue with: high-school sweetheart Yuuji, pictures of him found in frames all over your house; helpful and supportive, perfectly polite, always-nice-to-be-around-Yuuji who everyone gravitated towards, even you, it seems.

He tells himself it’ll go away eventually, that strange pit of jealousy festering in his chest like an open wound. It doesn’t.

Sukuna spends so much time thinking about it that he’s thoroughly annoyed by the time you stop by to pick up Hana for the week.

“Did you guys have a nice weekend? You seem…” Of course, you’d pick up on his shitty mood. “Upset.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbles, hoping you’ll leave it alone.

You don’t.

“Listen, if this is about Friday, I told you Yuuji’s okay dropping her off.”

“I bet he is,” Sukuna sneers, shoving the last of Hana’s Legos into her bag.

You huff. “What is your problem?”

“Nothing, but I have a feeling you’ll run back to Yuuji and tell him about it anyway.”

“Are you seriously jealous of your brother?”

He scoffs but doesn’t answer.

“If you want to be with me so badly, just say it.” You put your hands on your hips. “Go on, say it.”

Obviously, you’re joking (at least, maybe a little, the unsure smile on your face wavering), but he’s not.

In the end, he breaks first. Wrapping his hand around the back of your neck, he presses his mouth to yours, fingers flexing at your little gasp. When he breaks the kiss, panting a little, he says, “I want to be with you, and I want to raise my fucking kid with you. Happy?”

There’s a scandalized gasp, and he looks down to find Hana standing there with her sandals on the wrong feet, blinking up at him with round eyes.

“Daddy, that’s a bad word.”

“Listen here, brat—” you pinch his side. “Ow.”

✢ MEGUMI

He admits he doesn’t know what he’s doing, not when it comes to being a parent. The best-dad-of-the-year didn’t exactly exist in his household growing up, considering his dad was never really around.

There’s a learning curve when it comes to four-year-olds and what they’re interested in; he discovers this the hard way when he bores your son to sleep by talking about mundane adult topics. He thinks you’re only trying to make him feel better by saying Rin never takes naps for anyone.

It festers, that feeling of inadequacy, between daycare pick-ups and co-parenting with Rin’s father—who happens to be a pediatrician, no less, while Megumi’s been working the same dead-end desk job for almost a decade—until he has his first win on a trip to the beach.

He teaches Rin how to make sand castles the way he and Tsumiki used to when they were kids. That’s apparently enough to win your son over, and he doesn’t know how to react the first time Rin calls him dad—second dad, he tells his teacher at school, but still dad. He thinks he might’ve looked at you in shock while soft giggles escaped your lips.

There’s still that underlying need to prove himself: to you, to Rin. That he can get along with your ex-husband and figure out the ins and outs of being a parent now that another set of feet will be waking him up in the middle of the night.

He would never admit it out loud, but Megumi can’t help the way his heart beats a tattoo into his ribcage at the glimpse of the engagement ring adorning your left hand as you drink your coffee—proof that you are willing to be his for as long as you’ll have him, and that…does something to him. It has him thinking about you holding a bouquet, of you smoothing that same hand over a steadily growing belly.

Every day, it amazes him how something so small—something that used to have no real purpose at the back of his sock drawer until you let him slip it onto your finger—can hold his whole future in its shining stones and delicate silver band.

Sometimes, Megumi can’t wrap his head around the fact that you still want him even though he’s still figuring things out, and his words don’t come out sappy like in those romance novels you enjoy so much—that he isn’t the best with feelings, yet he tries so hard to be a little more vulnerable for you.

It took him so many years to realize that this is what being in love feels like, and he’d be an idiot if he ever let you go.

“Megumi,” you say softly, noticing that he’d stopped making breakfast. “Are you okay?”

He brings his gaze up from your hand to meet your wide doe eyes. So pretty, he thinks, and all his. His mouth quirks into a not-quite smile, helping Rin pour more batter onto the skillet. “Yeah. Better than okay.”

✢ NANAMI

The first time he meets you, one of the associates for his company introduces you as his wife—a fresh-eyed college student who’s more concerned about staring at other women at the business function than the beautiful one on his arm—and he kindly shakes your hand, watching you give such devoted attention to a man undeserving of it.

What would it be like to be loved like that?

A few years trickle by before he sees you again, except this time, there’s no ring on your finger, and you’re in the middle of walking into his office for an interview with a little boy balanced on your hip.

“Sorry, my babysitter called in sick, and I couldn’t find a replacement in time—Oh.” It’s in that small moment between closing the door and hauling a diaper bug up your shoulder that you recognize him, too. “I didn’t realize you were the one doing the interview.”

He arches a brow. “No?”

“Sorry…again. I didn’t mean it like that, and I’m usually not this unprepared.” You set the toddler down on the floor and straighten out your skirt, giving him a shy, pretty smile.

Nanami swallows and gestures to the seat in front of his desk. “He can stay.”

While he asks you questions, your son—Haru, he learns—keeps busy with a coloring book you give him, and before you leave after the interview, he silently proffers Nanami a sheet of paper filled with yellow and green crayon squiggles.

He tacks it to the corkboard wall next to his desk.

When you start working as his office assistant, he never brings up the topic of your ex-husband. It’s obvious the man doesn’t care about his family, anyway—not when you show up most days looking worn out.

It starts to burn in his chest, the way your eyes drop sometimes, the little reassuring nod he’ll catch you giving yourself after what must’ve been a rough morning.

Nanami knows he’s in way over his head when he asks you out for coffee; how surprised he is you say yes, which leads to more dates until he slowly finds that smile of warm devotion aimed in his direction.

Eventually, your things fill the empty spaces in his home, and the spare room in his house becomes a nursery. His once quiet mornings of reading the paper are now pleasantly disrupted by the smell of pancakes and Haru trying to climb into his lap to read with him.

The first time Haru asks for Nanami after a nightmare—rubbing his wet eyes while standing near Nanami's side of the bed in his shark pajamas, sans one sock, until Nanami scoops him up and deposits him between you—he winces (because he doesn’t want it to seem like he’s taking something away from you) before he notices the soft smile curling your mouth.

He can’t pretend to fully understand why you ever agreed to that first date when the odds weren’t terribly in his favor, but he has a long time to learn, and right now, he’s focused on other things.

"Quiet, dove,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. “You're going to wake the baby..."

#jjk #reader insert #jjk x reader #that Sukuna one XD #they were all great!!

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Merry Christmas @qettleqorn!! I am so happy that last year (also around christmas!) I randomly decided to VC with you and we just talked for hours that day and got a long so great! You've become one of my closes people here, someone I share a lot with (Even when I'm embarrassed) and someone I really love talking to. Thank you for everything this year and wish you all the best for the next!

Nanami X Oc / Also Sukuna x OC

Courtesan JJK Au with special appearance of @fireflylitsky's Izumi

sorry that it ends so suddenly I had no idea for an end so its just there! :D

There was a commotion outside of the doors, some yelling and something dropped something that sounded like a pan with a loud clang on the ground. Kin opened her eyes and blinked into the half light coming from the windows. “I’m sorry, my lady,�� the man beside her said. “They should be more considerate of you.”

“It’s alright, Kento,” she yawned. After all, it was rather unlikely that a guest stayed over long into the next day. If she came back late, it would just cause too much chatter anyway.

She pushed herself up and shook out the locks of her hair. “Next time you just have to come to me”, she said with a wink. “Then we can remain undisturbed as long as we like.”

Kento smiled friendly: “I understand that the permanent place on your side is already filled by another.” He said it so sweetly, as if he was not trying to accuse her of anything, but she’d met him often enough to hear the slight wind of envy. It was true though, if Kin ordered Kento to come to the palace she would have to lend Sukuna out to someone else to make space for him and Sukuna quite liked his high position at court.

“Well maybe you could share then,” she winked back and though she had told him often enough to be honest with her, he just lowered his head a little as if to say “As you wish.” He really was very good at this. That’s why she kept coming back and kept paying the rising fees that he was worth.

She had tried, of course, to get Kento to move to the palace with her to keep him from being bought out by anyone else but her, but Kin had to learn that he very much enjoyed the work he was doing and liked the freedom that the red light district offered him. At least in comparison to the shut in feeling of palace walls. She couldn’t fault him for that, no matter how much she might have wanted to.

It was not like Kin wasn’t satisfied with the men that were brought to her. Sukuna had been such a promising courtesan that she had paid a good sum to get him to stay and though Kenjaku had left to pursue his own things, he had been more than serviceable. But she had been feeling out for something new, maybe someone younger and this house had a good line up of young shining stars. So she had come by to look for herself.

The white haired boy, Satoru, was the talk of the town, his slightly smaller but no less handsome companion Suguru had the women in the palace swooning and their friend Mei Mei was the dream that many women and men at court were too poor to afford, but Kin had immediately taken to Kento.

He wasn’t as tall as Satoru, as conventionally handsome as Suguru or as bold as Mei Mei. He was soft, his voice was deep, his hands were warm and Kin had wanted to steal him away instantly. Without success, at least so far.

So she had no choice but to come back out here regularly to see him and his fee went up with every visit she did to see him. “Can other people even afford you still?” she had asked him jokingly one time as they were sitting in a hot bathtub together. He had smiled as friendly as always and his answer “Some” had annoyed her more than she wanted to admit.

If only Sukuna wasn’t so territorial, then maybe she could just bring him around. Sure, both men would agree to it because it was their job, but Sukuna really liked to take charge himself. Over the many years he had served Kin he really had developed a feeling of superiority over her other partners. As if he was the best person and nobody else would ever be able to satisfy her as he did.

“My lady,” Kento said and pressed a soft kiss to her naked shoulder. “I think it's about time for you to make your way.” He didn’t say it, but Kin knew he meant that he needed time to get ready for the next clients in the evening.

She was about to put his hair out of his eyes and agree with him that it was time to go when the door flew open. A boy was in the doorway and at first glance Kin could feel her heart stop for a second. The cherry blossom hair and the jawline looked way too similar to someone she knew very well.

“Itadori-kun”, Kento said and sat up. “You should not come in here at this time. Especially not without knocking.”

The boy flushed instantly: “I’m sorry Nanamin.” He was stuttering. “I just saw that you didn’t get breakfast yet and…”

A scream was audible behind the boy and then two arms reached for him. “Yuuji!” It was the voice of the woman that Kin knew as being head of the maids in the place. “What the hell are you doing?” A head with black hair stuck their head into the room. “Uh, excuse the boy’s behaviour, madam, eh, please enjoy your time.” Then she pulled the boy and pushed the door closed.

Kin had rarely noticed what had happened, she was too fixated on the appearance of the boy. “Who is he?” She asked Kento.

“Itadori Yuuji. He was growing up around here as an orphan. Uchiha-san, the head of maids, took him in. She was the one who disciplined him just now.”

Kin nodded. “Do you know where he is from?”

Kento raised a brow as if he was curious why she wanted to know that. “Many of us people around here have no real family. He is training in this establishment to earn some money. As far as I know Master Yaga never asks for background as long as people work hard.”

So they had no idea who was among them. Kin’s heart was beating against her ribcage. It seemed impossible to think that this boy had found his way back so close to his family, with how big the world and the country was, but she would have recognised that hair colour anywhere. He had grown to look a lot like his father.

Kento seemed suspicious when Kin hurried to get dressed next to him, but etiquette told him not to ask what was on her mind. Instead he made himself presentable and walked her down the large staircase to the exit of the building as always. “When are you planning on letting me see you again?” he asked as always in this overly polite manner to not imply he was begging or trying to get her money.

“Soon,” Kin replied exactly as always. She always sent notice ahead of time for him to clear his schedule, but she never did longer than 24 h ahead.

No kiss goodbye, they were now in public after all, but she took his hand and squeezed it before the door to the carriage opened and she slipped inside. There was a much smaller woman already sitting inside, a purple kimono matching her dark hair. She was Kin’s closest attendant and cousin, royal enough to be dressed in riches but not nearly royal enough to be of importance. They were always together.

“Did you wait long?” Kin asked, because she didn’t want to lead with her news fist.

Izumi shrugged: “You take your time with this one, I know you might be late.” She was referring to Kento. Kin had suggested Izumi go meet him too, mostly because they often shared such things with one another, but her cousin had lately been focused on her actual marriage instead of looking for fun outside of it.

“I have news,” Kin couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Incredibly big news. Izumi, my dear, I found one of them.”

The other woman turned her head: “One of what?”

“Kids.” Kin reached over to take her hand. “I found one of your kids.”

The carriage wheels wobbled forward over the cobblestone, pushing both women from left to right as the wood kept creaking under their weight. And though there was so much noise around them, the silence that fell between the two friends was almost as audible. Izumi first went white and then her cheeks coloured red.

“You’re joking”, she said as if it was a matter of fact.

Kin grabbed her hand closer: “No, I would never joke about such a thing.”

Izumi stared into her lap: “You found one of my kids? In the whorehouse?”

“Yes.” Kin knew that's not what she wanted to hear, but it was the truth.

“Which one?”

“Yuuji.” Kin was amazed that the name had stuck, even though he’d probably grown up mostly on his own.

“Yuuji..” Izumi’s eyes blurred and it looked like she was lost in memories.

“He is training there,” Kin explained. “Apparently an apprentice.”

Izumi looked up. “So we can still stop him from working! If I could just go to see -”

“You can’t.” Kin cut her off before she could finish her thought. “Remember, you can’t talk to him.”

“Right,” Izumi’s eyes fell to her hands again. “That was what I promised when I gave them away.” That was the trouble of being royal, but not royal enough. You had power to choose your high profile courtesans, but children out of marriage had to be given away. It was cruel, but it was the law.

“Will you tell him?” Izumi asked without looking at her friend. “That you found his son, I mean?”

Kin laughed a little: “I don’t think he’d care.”

“Suppose not,” Izumi agreed.

They sat side by side like this for a while, as the walls of the palace closed behind them. Kin kept holding Izumi’s hand tightly to offer her support. They’d done so much together all their lives and Kin hated that she was put in the position to give up two sons in the first place.

After a while Izumi turned to the other woman. “Do you think I can at least look at him? See him?”

Kin didn’t know how she could summon the child without making it look suspicious, especially with Kento already having noticed something was odd, but she didn’t like it when her friend looked so defeated. “Definitely. I will make sure you will.”

#friendo art #friendo gift #JJK #HEHEHEHEHHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEH #HEHEHEH!!!!!#Kin just likes sharing most of her toys- except Nanami and I love it for them #Nisi!!!! THIS IS AWESOME THANK YOU!!#UGGGHHHHHHHH #Im in love thank you so much #*the drama*#THE ANGST!!!#It's so good- chefs kiss #Man getting me all thinking on the drama this could bring #Nisi

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Because im predictable, gray/juvia: "I wanna waste all of my time with you.” 🥺

Merry Christmas Shore! I am very grateful that I somehow made it into your circle of 5 fairy tail fandom friends!! I really admire your art and the speed at which you create, i love that we have the same brain when it comes to shipping and just your general love for Juvia. I promised something fluffy for christmas to offset all the angst, but I'm not sure about the quality of what I wrote. I hope you enjoy it anyway <3

Gray x Juvia

Post Alvarez lol i mean.

“I’m going to buy a drink.” Gray pushed himself out of the seat he had been sitting in for what was the better part of the day. His limbs felt numb and every bone in his body hurt so much that he wasn’t sure if stretching them out even helped. He’d been perched up on that wooden bench so long that he never wanted to go back there again ever, even though he knew he had to.

Juvia gave him a nod and said nothing, which he took as her not wanting one herself. She’d gotten very quiet in the last hour. Also another reason he needed a drink: When Juvia gave up her always cheery attitude in favour of being sombre something was usually very wrong.

The first beer that was handed to him Gray downed in one go without taking a breath and then he ordered the next one immediately and watched the baffled barman fill his glass again. Then he walked back to the table, frowning at the look of the bench he had to force himself onto again.

They’d been out on this job for three days. A wizard who was rumoured to have stolen some valuable diamonds was supposed to come by this bar or sell here and the mission giver had tasked them to sit there and wait for the guy to come by. Gray had asked Juvia to join, because he didn’t think that making conversation with Erza or Natsu during a full day was a bearable idea. Juvia on the other hand was pleasant to be around.

They had spent their days sitting in the back of that bar, the cheapest seats at the very back where it was mostly dark, waiting for a guy to appear that never appeared. Each night Gray had to watch the tenants of the pub get drunk without being allowed to drink himself. After all, alcohol and fighting didn’t match well - unless you were Cana, but she had incredible resistance anyway.

Gray sat back down in the damned place and he had half the second drink down right away. “If the guy doesn’t show up tonight,” he said, “we will go back.” Abandoning jobs was not his style, but wasting his time wasn’t his style either.

“What about the master?” Juvia asked and circled the table with her pointer finger. She looked dejected in a way that Gray hated, as if she was personally responsible for the misery of the last three days.

He emptied his glass. “Don’t mind him.” Gray shrugged. “I’d rather not get paid than be here for another 12 hours in this dark and uncomfortable and boring place.”

“I’m sorry, Gray-sama,” Juvia put the ends of her fingers together, “Juvia wishes she were better company.”

“What do you mean by that?” Gray waved to one of the staff to refill his drink and they did.

Juvia looked from the alcohol back to him. “Juvia is boring Gray-sama. That is why Gray-sama is annoyed.”

“It’s the guy that refuses to show up that annoys me,” Gray says decidedly. “You’ve not done anything wrong.” He tapped his finger in irritation and then sipped his beer again.

“But if Juvia were better company…” she murmured, “..maybe Gray-sama would be happier. Gray-sama asked Juvia to come along and now she is of no help.”

He let out an irritated grunt. “Nonsense,” he said and shook his head. “I don’t know how you always come up with this stuff.” There was already a considerable warmth in his chest and probably on his cheeks too. Surely the alcohol was getting to him. He downed the next drink.

Juvia looked at him as if she was trying to find words to say. The way she looked when she looked away from him, when she tried to do stay away from him if he was moody or angry, when she had somehow gotten it into her head that she was doing something that was wrong, he hated that look on her face. Juvia was the best when she was happy, when she was enthusiastic and a little weird.

“Don’t make that face,” he said and put his head onto his flat hand to keep it upright. “I asked you to come, didn't I? If I were bothered by your presence I wouldn’t have asked you.”

She opened her mouth, but he cut her off. “Seriously, it’s pleasant to have you around, you have a nice- “ he gestured a little with his hand - “..everything.”

Juvia blushed, which somehow made the warmth at his core worse, so he waved for another drink. He already felt a little confused in his mind, like it was slightly clouded over, but drinking helped with the frustration of the day.

Apparently having found her usual stride again with what he said Juvia moved closer to him and picked one of the strands of his hair away from the beer: “Why exactly does Gray-sama like hanging out with Juvia?”

Gray briefly closed his eyes and moved his head sideways into her hand so he could breathe in a little of the smell of the hand soap she was always using. He’d noticed it long ago, but he’d never been close enough to soak it in like now.

“You smell nice,” he said and by the way her fingers jumped away from his hair he could tell that his answer surprised her. He made a frowny face and reached for her hand again to put it into his hair. “I like when you do that too.” He looked at her and though she was slightly foggy, he could make out the red cheeks.

“You are always happy and positive and smiling - I like when you smile. Your powers are so compatible with mine so I like doing jobs with you and I enjoy every conversation we have with one another. “ He weighed his head. “But I also enjoy just being quiet around you. It’s pleasant to have you near me no matter what.”

He reached for one of the strands of her hair and turned it around his finger. “Gray…sama…” Juvia murmured in reply as if she didn’t quite know what to say to that onslaught of compliments.

His eyes shot up: “That I hate,l though.” Juvia blinked and he waved with his hand. “I don’t like how you are so formal with me. We’ve known each other for ages, hell, you’ve died for me, you should stop addressing me like I am a prince of some kind.”

“Well then, what if I call you dear then?” she asked slowly.

Gray grabbed the beer in front of him and drank half of it. Through his foggy mind the answer came much easier than it would have if he hadn’t been drinking. “Sure..” he said but didn't look at her. “Whatever you want.” His insides felt strange at this admission. He finished the glass for good measure.

Juvia let out a squeal and then, as if to test the waters, she leaned forward to his ear and slowly said: “Don’t you think that is enough drinks, my dear?”

It was like a magic spell had been cast. From where her breath had touched his ear goosebumps spread all through his body to the tips of his toes. He hadn’t experienced this since the last time he had been actually cold, which happened so very rarely that he couldn’t even recall when that was. But here she had done that to him, just with one word alone.

He buried his head forward into his arms, combatting the spinning of his head by having his eyes closed. Gray let go of the strand of hair he’d been holding and instead ran a hand through his hair to regain composure, but then he found her fingers already there. He’d forgotten he had put her hand into his hair in the first place.

“Dangerous..” Gray murmured and pulled away from her fingers. “You are a dangerous woman.”

Juvia leaned closer to him again. “Why? Do you not like it, my dear?” She made sure to make the last syllables very clear again. She stopped moving through his hair.

“No.” Gray said, decidedly and then slightly shook his head to invite her to continue what she’d been doing. “No.. it’s not.. Like that..” He didn’t know how to explain what confused him so much, so he just grunted in frustration and gave up. He buried his head deeper into his arms.

“Juvia thinks you had too much to drink, dear,” Juvia giggled and combed through his hair. “Maybe it’s time to leave.”

Somewhere beyond the fog, Gray knew she was right, but he found himself entirely unable to move. Too tired and comfortable with her body close, her smell in his nose and her hand in his hair. So he decided to pretend he’d fallen asleep, just to enjoy it all a little longer.

#friendo art #fairy tail #I might not understand the series but i do love this and you

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parental troubles.

Merry Christmas @akamikazae!!! <3 I hope you enjoy your day and have a few times off <3 I know we don't talk as much as I would like, but I very much like you a lot and I'm glad you joined the anxiety squad so we can talk more! I attempted to write your lady and I hope you forgive me if its not exactly what you have in mind. I wanted to write her with Ko first but then I decided on this situation in my AU! Hope that is ok!! <3

ikigai au, sharingan cult arc. uchiha kids are being attached so their parents come to the rescue so their sharingan can be stolen

sasuke and sakura had twins before sarada. both twins are @wrdn-tabris oc's - ren and takeshi (3)

itachi is alive, married to @uchiharomance's haruka and they have two kids (shisui (4) and mikoto (2))

there is also one mention of my sayuri and her son obito (5)

She didn’t have to ring twice before the door was ripped open. Sasuke’s hair was dishevelled as if he had run his hand through it one too many times and both his eyes were visible. Probably he hadn’t looked into the mirror for hours. He looked positively stressed out, which was such a strange view for him, especially in recent years.

“Upstairs,” he said and turned around without even saying hello and she just about found the time to discard her shoes and follow him before he disappeared around the corner to the stairs leading to the second floor. It had been about a year at this point since she’d last seen him, but tonight she’d suddenly gotten a call from his house and an urgent “Please come over”, so of course she had hurried there without a second thought.

Sasuke turned into one of the boy’s rooms. When Akami also entered, she could see what the problem was: Ren was turning on his bed, face red and sweating and eyes pressed close as if he was in restless sleep.

“We thought he was okay, but he suddenly started running a fever,” Sasuke said and sounded a little desperate. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do to help him.”

She felt flattered that he had thought of calling her first and foremost, but there was also a part of her that was amused at witnessing his first struggle as a parent. “Where are the others? Sakura-chan and Takeshi?”

“Hospital,” Sasuke said and, refusing to elaborate, continued: “Can you ease this for him?”

Akami crossed her arms: “No.”

“Why not?” The look of betrayal in his eyes almost made her laugh out loud.

“Your son needs his father to take care of him,” she said matter of factly. “You can do it, every parent can and if you don’t know how, you will learn it now.”

It was true that his mission often took him away from his family and that Sakura, being a world class doctor, would probably be more responsible for exactly these situations, but Sasuke needed to be able to handle it too. They had two kids after all.

“Get a towel.” Akami gestured to the door. “Cold water in a bowl, look for fever medicine wherever your medicine cabinet is, come back.” She snapped her finger - he walked out instantly

She wondered for a second if Sasuke even knew where towels and such were in his own house, given how seldomly he checked in, but when she heard cupboards open and bowls being moved she felt at ease. She’d long since felt that he was probably back in Konoha more often than he was willing to tell the Hokage, Itachi or even her.

Ren groaned and she put her hand on his forehead. He was quite heated up, but not life threatening if he would get some medicine and sleep. She wondered what had happened, especially with Sakura in the hospital with Takeshi too. There had been some commotion in the village during the day. She wondered if that was related and hoped it wasn’t.

Sasuke came spriting back, water spilling over the edges of his bowl. He sat down in front of his son and then looked up at Akami. “You are smart, you figure out what to do next”, she said and leaned against the cupboard behind her.

“Medicine,” Sasuke murmured and put the bowl down. She watched him open the little bottle and fill a bit of it on a spoon he had brought. His hand was slightly shaking when he brought it up to Ren’s mouth and forced the boy to drink it.

Ever since she’d known him he had been such a serious person, often frowning, always questioning. As an adult he had grown even more distant, wore mostly black and covered half his face so that even less of him could be seen, but here he was, his full worry and fear of being a bad parent on display. In the end his good heart always won

Ren took the medicine and Sasuke dowsed the towel in the water he had brought and put it on his forehead. The little boy whined a little at the sudden cold, but then eased back into his pillows. Soon he’d be asleep from the medicine and then his little body could recover.

Sasuke got back on his feet and wiped his own sweat off his head. “This is more stressful than getting away from a group of rampant cultists,” he murmured.

“So will you tell me what happened to Takeshi?” Akami put her head to the side. “Both kids caught the cold?”

“They were attacked in the morning,” Sasuke grinded his teeth together. “Coordinated attack on all the people related to the Uchiha, but they targeted the children first. Not only them, Itachi's and Kakashi’s son Obito. I was lucky to be in the area and having a gut feeling that something was up. I found the boys surrounded in the forest, but Takeshi was already seriously injured…”

Akami sucked in a breath of air and clenched her fist.

“..I took him to the hospital and Sakura took over. We thought Ren was alright, if shaken up, but now he suddenly got a fever…” He looked down at the child.

Who would do such a thing? Attack a bunch of 3 year olds to get to their parents? “What did you do with the attackers?”

“Cut their heads off,” Sasuke said coldly.

She smiled. “Good boy.” If he hadn’t done it, she surely would have.

“What about the other kids?” she asked, while mentally already replanning her morning so she could drop by the hospital and bring Takeshi some get-well-soon sweets.

“Itachi got to the guy before he could even touch Shisui,” Sasuke said and sounded a little proud. “Guess they thought they could fool a blind guy, but Itachi is Itachi.” Indeed, Akami thought, Itachi might have stopped being an active shinobi but he had always been outstandingly talented. “Haruka was sleeping with Mikoto in the inner house so they didn’t even notice what was going on.” Mikoto was so tiny, Akami didn’t even want to imagine what would have happened if they’d gotten to her.

“Obito was alone,” Sasuke sighed. “But Naruto heard him yell and came to his rescue. He brought the boy to Kakashi where we all found ourselves eventually.”

So that was what all the commotion had been about. Akami had seen soldiers running back and forth, but in the nature of Konoha being a ninja village this hadn’t seemed that extraordinary. “So what was it?”

“Someone wanted something from an Uchiha. Maybe revenge? They got access to the village without being spotted by the security system. Looks like we have a traitor around.” He let out a deep breath. “Everything seems to be adjusted for now. The biggest concern right now is that Kakashi’s wife is out somewhere on a solo mission.”

That explained why she had seen Saya leave the village in full ANBU updo. It was so rare for her to run missions these days.

Ren turned over and groaned a little. Sasuke instantly reacted and pulled the towel from his forehead to douse it in cold water again. Akami remembered suddenly how it had been when Sasuke had been first sick under her care. You never wanted to see your own kids suffer like that.

“They will be fine,” she said. “Both of them are strong and have strong parents.”

He didn’t turn to her. “I wonder if I’m ever going to be cut out for this.”

“You already are. You called me, because you know you needed help. If you weren’t cut out for this, you would have just left him there.” Akami slowly tried to get his hair back in order as if he was still 10 and too late for school. “You will never stop learning with these things, but you’re not doing too bad.”

“Maybe I’ll stay a little,” Sasuke said.

“That would be good, you need to keep an eye on him tonight.” She looked at the sleeping boy.

Sasuke got back up. “No, I mean here. Maybe I’ll stay here to make sure everything is fine. Put my mission on hold.” He clenched his fist. “Make sure they don’t come back.”

“Call me immediately if they do,” Akami poked into his chest. “So I can partake in the beheading.” He snickered a little. “Also, just call me in the morning, tell me how he is, how Takeshi is.”

He smiled and oddly reminded her of the person he was before he left the village all those years ago. “I will.Thanks for everything.”

#friendo art #naruto #YYYYYEESSSSSSSSS

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"How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?" | Dabi X Yue

Merry Christmas @foolishk. I love you very much. Thank you for listening to years of my rambling in this one year, for your anime sessions and your good vibes and for your support. Thank you for being a steallar friend that keeps me entertained with tiktoks, sad headcanons and celebrity crush pictures. Thank you for endulging my obsessions. I hope we can finally meet next year and I love you very much. Thank you for q for requesting something so sweet that I can give you as a gift.

Dabi x OC

After the War

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thank you to @lemony-snickers for helping me develop an idea

Yue closed the door behind her as silently as she could, but he heard her anyway. She watched as his eyes flew open and he glanced at her through the bandages that wrapped almost his entire face.

She was still struggling to call him Touya in her mind. He wasn’t quite Dabi anymore, with his hair half burned off and snow white and now that he was back in the care of his family, if he wanted or not. He wasn’t Touya yet either, however, with all the grudges he was still hanging on to and his refusal to talk to anyone that wasn’t his mother or sister. So she had defaulted to not give him a name at all.

He sat up in his bed as much as he could, but made a pained face and then fell back into his pillows. HIs body was still completely wrapped up with bandages and Yue knew that he was still severely burned beneath it. Without the advances of modern medicine and tons of skin donations he would probably not even sit in front of her right now.

Not that he had told her any of this. No matter how often she’d come to visit, he’d never told her anything about his health. Yue was lucky to have connections now to people who didn’t mind filling her in, even if he tried to shut her out.

“Didn’t you say you would be talking to your brother today.” His voice was clearly audible, while still a bit rough. But it was the first time in weeks she had clearly understood him without going too close, which meant that his vocal cords were healing quite well in unison with his body.

She sat down at the chair next to his bed she always used. “I have talked to him this morning”, she explained calmly. “Everything is fine.”

“Tch”, he turned his one uncovered blue eye from her face to the roof above him. “Don’t tell me he is okay with you coming here and looking after me.” He went with his hand through his white hair. It made Yue smile that he could barely move without aching pain, but he still had his nervous habit in place. He was an adult and a little boy in one person, she’d always thought so.

Of course her brother had been less than pleased when she had revealed her entire underground affair with one of the heads of the League of villains to him. Yue had hoped that he might be more accepting to it now that Dabi or.. Touya– had come back to his senses, but Shouta had gotten angry and yelled at her anyway. Her brother was not known for his heated temper, not really, but there were certain things that could push him over the edge. Like knowing his baby sister was in love with a criminal.

“He told me to stay away from you, actually,” Yue laughed. “Said that if I stick around you, I might be tried as a traitor.” Shouta had told her that once her involvement with Dabi would be public knowledge the next question would be if she had given names, inside knowledge or support to him. Though not involved in high politics or trained as a hero, she was an Aizawa either way and that name carried weight.

The man groaned: “You should have listened to him.”

“Possibly,” Yue shrugged his words away. “But I had already decided to come see you today, so I had cleared my schedule.”

The only uncovered blue eye found her again and fixated on something that was not quite her own eyes, but something a little lower, maybe her cheek. He’d always had this intense way of looking at her, the light blue’s of his eyes were contrasting his black hair so strongly, but now, with most his face covered, it seemed even stronger than before.

He remained like this, just his one eye on her face. He stayed silent for a good five minutes in which Yue went through thousand topics in her mind that she could talk about and didn’t find the courage for any of them. If he were interested in the world outside now that the war had ended, he would have probably told her at this point or asked two two family members he still talked to. So she remained silent with him.

“Why?” he said into the silence and his rough voice startled her a little.

“Why what?”

Finally he took his eye away from her, letting out a long sigh as if all the weight of the world was lasting on his shoulders. “Why did you decide to come again? I thought your brother means a lot to you?”

There had been many moments in their time together where she had told him as much. Her constant fear of being discovered and disappointing Shouta had been hard to hide. At first Dabi seemed annoyed by her constant worries, but eventually he had learned how to be more sneaky in seeing her so that she would be at ease.

One of the many reasons why she didn’t believe his own image of being a ruthless criminal she should stay away from.

“He does,” she smiled. “But I have my own life too.”

The man in front of her groaned. “You know I was just using you for information, right?” He didn’t look at her when he said that.

Yue laughed, couldn’t help it. “I figured that is why you first contacted me, yes.”

“That doesn’t make you angry?”

Despite not being trained as a hero and even unable to attend UA in one of the non-hero courses, Yue wasn’t blind to the world. It was not like she hadn’t worked out that Dabi’s first interest in her had been purely for his own benefit. Maybe if she were another person she would be angry. If she hadn’t seen him toss in his sleep and flinch to the sound of Endeavour's voice as if it hurt him.

“No,” she said. “I know you did that in the beginning, but you stopped interrogating me and you still kept coming back. I have to believe that at some point it wasn’t about my brother - it was about me.”

He let out a shaky breath and turned away. Sometimes he was like a little kid, Yue thought. Like the boy he was when he was separated from his family, as if he had never progressed from that point. She could make him that literal boy again for a few minutes, speak to this traumatised kid to understand him better, but she’d promised him not to use his quirk on him.

“You should have listened to your brother,” he said to the ceiling. “You should have stayed away from me back then and you should stay away from me now.” He stopped for a second and then added: “I don’t understand why-”

“Touya.”

His head whipped over to her and he let out a short groan of pain for moving too fast. She had never said that name out loud to him and it still felt weird and wrong on her tongue. Apparently he was shocked to hear it in her voice too.

She took his moment of speechlessness to take initiative: “There are choices in life that I regret. One time, my mom bought Shouta a cool remote controlled car and I accidentally drove it down into the river. Or another time I asked a friend with a fire based quirk to cut my bangs and burned half my hair off…” Touya snickered. “..So these are definitely things I would not do again, but you? I would never regret meeting you.”

“You should,” he replied.

Yue shrugged. “I will just tell you what I told my brother. I am an adult and though I still occasionally wash red socks with white clothes like an idiot, I am able to decide what I want in my life and what not. Maybe being in love with a criminal is not the thing I should be doing, but it has already happened, so we all have to make the best of it now.”

Touya opened his mouth, but Yue quickly grabbed something out of her bag. “I brought you these sweet pastries to eat that we sometimes had in my apartment together. So just accept my decision and be quiet.” She opened them up and took one into her hand. He could still barely move his arms so she’d have to help him eat it. Not that she minded.

“Yue,” he said so softly that her heart clenched, “Thanks.”

He probably wasn’t just thanking her for the nice pastries. She blushed and waved nervously with her hand. He was so sparse with compliments that it always took her completely off guard.

Slowly he moved his hand so he could grab her free one. “I don’t think I deserve someone like-”

“Oh shut it.” She stuffed the donut into his face.

#friendo art #bnha #imma tag all these later with the love i have for them #but i gotta work rtn fdgfdsg

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'And you said, "Don't live in your head", The world's so wide, why not explore? And you said I got good legs, No one's ever told me that before.' | Kakashi & Saya

Kakashi x OC

Based on the story "to answer the call" on ao3

thank you @qettleqorn for the help with the idea.

And yet, Kakashi couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You hold your books with your middle and ring finger, did you know that?”

He only got what was happening to him when she handed him his teacup.

“Ah.” Kakashi could hear the penny drop in his mind.

He didn’t notice he had spoken out loud until Saya turned her head in amusement: “Did you burn your hands?”

“I meant that as a compliment. I do agree you are a freak, but not because you hold books other than normal.” She shook her head and laughed.

Kakashi wondered if he’d ever seen a laugh that he liked as much as hers and then his heart hammered against his chest.

Ah no. What to do with this?

#friendo art #naruto

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"I've loved you three summers now, but I want them all." | Aori X Fatgum

Merry Christmas @kankuroplease / @xxcinnaxx <3 Thank you so much for your friendship, your insight into art, the fact that we can rant about anything, create Au's about everything and your wonderful oc's . I feel very lucky to have befriended you and everytime you puplish one of those amazing artworks you do I can't believe it. Earlier this year we art collabed and I had a lot of fun and I also learned quite a bit from that, so thank you!! I really enjoyed building up the BNHA AU with you and the others this year too, so I hope you like this little present.

Fatgum x OC

Post War, I have no idea how bnha ends so I was rather vague LOL

When he came to, he could hear a woman crying. It wasn’t loud and wailing, it was silent, as if every sob was causing her too much pain to even make a sound. It took him a moment to place the voice, his mind still foggy from sleep and medication.

Taishiro had no idea how long he’d been asleep, but by the sound of Aori crying, it had been a while. Everything was still spinning inside, but he needed to show her that he was alright and well and though his insides still felt like they were aching, there was no pain.

“Aori,” he said in a half cough, his voice sounding thinner in the air than in his head. In case she hadn’t heard he wanted to repeat her name again, but he could already hear her suck in air in surprise and then he felt her grasp for his hand.

“Honey,” she said silently, as if loud noise would startle him too much. Taishiro pressed her hand and realised how small his was in comparison to hers. He must be thinner than he’d ever been.

He forced his eyes open and it took him a moment to adjust to the light around him. There was an evening sun shining in through the windows. Taishiro blinked. What hospital had they brought him to, he wondered, vaguely remembering that most structures by a wide margin had been completely blown up.

Aori’s hair was shining light blue in the sun, her back was illuminated by it, as if she was an angel waiting to welcome him back to the world of the living. There were tears in her eyes still, her cheeks sunken in as if she hadn’t eaten anything for a while. He never liked when she wasn’t eating right, not even if it was because she was so busy making sure he was eating right.

“I’m home,” he said in the absence of anything else to say. “Hungry,” he added, but didn’t dare look down on his body. There was no time right now to assess how much fat he had lost. He could already tell that it was a lot.

“I have muffins for you,” Aori said and reached into her bag. “I brought fresh ones everyday for this occasion. I knew you’d be hungry.” She opened the bag next to her and then ripped a part of the muffin off so she could feed it to him. Taishiro ate diligently as she fed him. How many times had she gone and bought a new set? How many had she thrown away? He felt guilty of making her worry so much.

He kept the left hand tightly around hers as he ate, pressing down on her soft skin as if to remind her and himself that he had indeed survived. “I must have caused you so much grief,” he said finally. “I’m very sorry.”

Aori let out a deep breath. “It wasn’t the first time you were fighting and it won’t be the last. I have always been prepared to see you like this. Still, it doesn’t get easier…” Her voice trailed off in the end, but she caught herself again. “This is the profession you have chosen and I would never want to take it away from you. I wish it were a less dangerous profession, but it is out of my hands.”

People who said that pro-heroes had the strongest mentality in the country surely had not met kindergarten teachers, Taishiro thought and a smile appeared on his face. “Nevertheless, I’m very sorry.”

When he’d been small, there had been nobody of his stature and definitely no one of his condition in the pro-hero circuit. They were all outstandingly strong, smart or good looking men, that Taishiro himself could never identify with, even with his above average grades. He took it upon himself to change that, to show that really everyone could be a hero, even if his parents had reminded him that this was a dangerous career to pursue. He had never really thought about his own death and the ramifications, not until he met Aori.

Suddenly he was thinking about the future more than the past, about a time when he wasn’t incredibly busy with his agency and training young people. Maybe he could have a little break time, a family, a house, such things that seemed for old people. There was nothing he would give his job up for, not completely, but other things he didn’t mind adding - as long as he survived long enough.

This had definitely been the most difficult fight he’d ever had in his career and he remembered that before his eyes went black he’d thought of Aori’s smile and how he’d promised that he would come back no matter what. Maybe that had kept him alive even then.

“When I saw the destruction,” she said bitterly. “I was thinking you might not be making it back to me. I tried to stealth myself for the possibility that you, my sister, the kids - any and all of you might not make it. But then you were here and I got so excited thinking that maybe I was wrong after all.” She sighed. “When you didn’t wake for 4 weeks and I had to watch you get smaller and smaller I thought that maybe I had celebrated too early…”

Taishiro laughed a little: “As if any amount of evil entity could keep me from getting back to you and eating your tasty pastries. Nobody could ever hold me back from that.”

And miraculously, Aori laughed too, pressing his hand again. “I will make sure you get nothing but that if you get out of here.”

“I can’t wait for that. Maybe some of Katsura’s famous cookies too.” He felt hungry just thinking about it. “I know I am just in your way when you cook and use 6 arms to work at the same time, but I have to insist once again that since it is food for me I should be at least helping-”

“You were involved in saving this country,” Aori furrowed a brow. “You don’t have to do anything for a long time.”

“Don’t say that. I’ll get fat and lazy.”

“Exactly.”

They looked at each other like this for a moment, these weak smiles on both their faces that covered up the hurt that was still there beneath them. Aori was strong, he knew as much, but she had still suffered a lot in the past month for his sake and he would have to make up for it as soon as he could stand on his own feet again.

“There was no way I would not have come back,” he said, definitely. “I am so lucky to have you and I would not be in the business to let anything take me away from you or let anything take you away from me.”

Aori’s lips curled and she looked like she was going to cry again, so he pressed her hand tightly once more. “I don’t know what the future brings from here on out, where this country and society is headed in the next ten or twenty years, but I know that I want to find out with you. I want to always be with you.”

“Me too,” she sighed and Taishiro realised she was crying again, but maybe not out of desperation as before. At least he hoped so. “Everything seems so up in the air from here on out, but whatever it is I want to be by your side as we experience it. If that means I have to visit you 20 more times in the hospital then so be it.”

“I’m trying to limit it to 16”, he joked and she laughed again. A genuine, happy laugh, which made his heart very happy.

Then, as if she’d noticed something, her head snapped up and her wide eyes stared at him: “Wait, was that something like a proposal?” There was blush quickly developing on her cheeks.

Oh, yes, he had made it sound a little like that. Well, if it was his choice he wouldn’t mind marrying her tomorrow right in this hospital, with the evening sun shining into her hair just like it did right now. But he supposed that was not what she was searching for and he hadn’t meant it as a proposal in the first place. Still, her observation definitely gave him ideas.

“No, it was not really,” he answered in earnest and then grinned: “Though I definitely will propose to you sooner rather than later.”

“Sooner rather than later?!” She repeated and was now completely red.

Taishiro winked. “You’ll never see it coming and it will knock your socks off.”

He felt very satisfied when she dropped the next muffin she was about to hand him, because her hand was shaking too much. He could not turn back time to take her suffering away from her, but he could make sure that every moment he was awake and conscious and at her side were the happiest she could ever spent.

#friendo art #bnha

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qrites · 2 years ago

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Send a character’s name to receive four different headcanons

Headcanon A: realistic

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Created from the post seen here

#dash games

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finishing up the last request from like.. 3 weeks ago :D Oops. anyway || Konohamaru x OC / Shino x OC / All Might x OC / Kakashi x OC / Kakashi x OC reloaded

"i don't care if other people see us together, you do."

for @qettleqorn

The coat around her shoulders felt a little too warm in the heated up hallway that they were standing in and Kin felt annoyed to be sweating at her back like this. It had been thirty minutes since she’d put it on. It had been a mistake, of course, since she’d done it much to early and was now just standing leaned against the doorway. Waiting.

Yagi was opening and closing his suit jacket, pushing his hair front- back- front-bank, as if he was a teenager that couldn’t decide how to look. He had several times asked her for her opinion and she had exactly as many times told her that he looked good either way. Her words didn’t reach him well though.

“Maybe we should just stay in,” he said finally, a conclusion that Kin knew he would eventually come to by sheer force of will. He was always making excuses of some kind she had noticed. Not that Kin didn’t enjoy their days in. She loved sitting on the couch and doing very little in his company. But lately she couldn’t shake the feeling that his wishes to just be “cozy” was another excuse to just not have to go outside.

Kin shook her head: “You said you’d take me out- in fact, you’ve talked about taking me out so many times that I could not wait for tonight, so we won’t back out now.” She moved her shoulders a little to get rid of the sweat on her back. “Lets hurry up and go, shall we?”

He looked up at here, his eyes as always deep lying in his head: “I’m not sure it would be that good of an idea. What if the press would see us?” Yagi’s eyes fell back to the mirror.

“I don’t care if other people see us together,” Kin replied with an eyeroll. “You do.”

His hand reached out so he can touch her arm: “It’s not.. it’s not like that..”

“No, I know,” Kin sighed. “It is not about being seen with me, it is about being seen like this.” She gestured at her partners thin, sickly figure. “You are insecure about being too public with this different body of yours.”

She’d known this for a while about him, that he didn’t like the way he looked very much. Kin had tried to reassure him, that he was just as interesting and handsome as he’d been when he was younger and stronger, that his body appearance was not as important as how sharp his mind was, that she liked him exactly how he was now, not how he had been then.

“I think your hair looks good forward, just like you’ve always had it,” she said reaching upwards to touch his face. Kin was by no means a small woman, but the man in front of her towered at over 2m so even she needed occasionally go on to her tiptoes. “I think you should close your jacket except for the top button and maybe wear a thicket coat over it because it will be cold outside. And I think we should go.”

He put his hair forward. “I just don’t want to embarrass you,” he said and Kin had to suppress a laughter.

“I was raising two kids- boys nonetheless- on my own, so I’ve had my fair share of embarrassing restaurant stories, I can tell you,” she patted his arm. “I’m sure you really won’t match that embarrassment. Guaranteed.”

#friendo art #friendo gift #all might x oc #Toshinori Yagi x oc #k.mae-hui | oc #Toshinori Yagi x Kim Mae-Hui #wind becomes lightning #AYE YO HECK YEAH!!#THANK YOU NISI

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qrites · 2 years ago

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was bored at work today, wrote some drabbels at the request of and for friends. ( Hawks x OC/ Kakashi x OC / Dabi x OC / Shibi X OC / Kakashi x Zabuza / Fatgum x OC / Kakashi x OC returns)

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Kin & Shibi - Write about your ship celebrating their anniversary. for @qettleqorn

Before you get married, you are usually assaulted with an onslaught of well meaning advice about what the hardest part of marriage might be. Shibi feels like he got an especially high amount of that “good” advice because he was bringing a true outsider into the family. Everything from “she will get fat” (as if that mattered) to “she will just run away with a younger man” (what could he do about such a thing? Never get married?).

But none of them mentioned the truly hardest part about marriage, the fight he saw himself confronted with every year like some real annoying fly that would only come out in summer and then never stop following him around.

What to buy your spouse for your wedding anniversary? That- truly, was the hardest thing about marriage that nobody ever told you about.

As if looking for presents wasn’t already difficult enough, Shibi also managed to get a wife that he can’t buy jewelry for. Well, he probably could buy jewelry for her, but not only does she have already massive amounts of it, but she can also make them herself. Probably better than other stores could. Either way, this option was always out for him.

Year after year, he scraped by with some present or other. A rare species he found or modified to look especially beautiful, a big dinner, a new dress, decoration for the hair, more gem stones for the store, such things. It always put so much stress on him and he never felt it was good enough.

Now, after 15 years of this, he feels completely burned out on ideas. And the anniversary day is right there staring at him on his calendar. His mind is completely blank. There is nothing there. He is empty.

He could always ask Kin to just not gift anything for the anniversary. If they’d agree not to gift each other, he’d be free of his burden. But unfortunately Kin was always a rather good gift giver and would probably not agree, or agree on a “You don’t have to buy me anything, I’ll buy something for you though” basis, which would be no good.

Agony. Pain.

“I don’t know what your problem is,” his eldest son shrugs with his shoulders. “I don’t think mom expects much.” Shibi should know better than to ask teenagers for advice.

“I get my wife flowers too, so you can buy jewelry as well.” Shibi stares at Inochi, no way that guy buys his wife, who owns a flower shop, flowers for their anniversary. “You are so lazy.” Shibi walks away.

“She doesn’t like that sort of romantic stuff,” Shikaku puts his head to the side. “We usually just spent time away with Shikamaru either being with his grandparents or just on his own.” Shibi makes a sour face. What kind of present is “hanging out”? He walks away. Time to give up. His friends are no good either.

Yet, time keeps moving on, as cruel as that may be and the morning of the anniversary Shibi is non the wiser. There is no way he can let Kin know that he has nothing for her this time, that despite his best efforts he came home empty. The only thing he can do is distract her well enough that she won’t notice.

From morning until evening he is there for her at every moment. Making breakfast, helping her in the store, buying her lunch at the café in town she likes. When she askes to see the bug farm he takes her there, to that colourful species she likes. He carries the shopping bags as the sun sets and prepares dinner for the family in the evening. All through out, Kin doesn’t mention the anniversary a single time. His mission is a full success.

Night rolls around and both of them sit next to each other on the couch in their living room, when Kin turns her head and says: “I feel a little bad, despite my best efforts, I could not think of a gift for you for today.”

Shibi feels the sweat at his neck. So she has not forgotten. “Well, I – I’m glad”, he humms. “I couldn’t think of one either.”

Kin blinks: “What do you mean? You gave me one!?”

He blinks back: “No, I didn’t! What should I have given you?”

She laughs, the most beautiful sound in the world. “You spent the entire day with me! That was my gift I thought.” She leans forward and kisses his cheek. “It was the greatest gift too.”

Ah, Shibi thinks, that’s what Shikaku meant.

#friendo art #friendo gift #Shibi #shibi aburame #shibi aburame x oc #shibi x oc #K.Mae-Hui | Oc #IT THEM Y'ALLL!!!!!!!!

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