#akarin!oc

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ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ:

HULLO. I am a queer 31 year old writer who loves writing stories about all the faeries and all the magic. I am always up for tag games or talking about my ocs. my inbox is always open for everyone as long as you're kind and respectful

ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡɪᴘ:

ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ꜰᴀᴛᴇꜱ

Blake Dušek, a 21 year old single mom, is the outcasted daughter of the Queen, who was raised by her father. Possessing a rare magic, Blake finds herself hostaged into the world of royalty, a wild hunt and parasitic creatures in order to get her kidnapped son back through any means necessary

Silver Threaded Fates draws inspiration from various Eastern Europe and Celtic mythologies and creates a colorful urban fantasy-esque tapestry of mystical creatures, found family, queer and disabled characters and much more

ᴋᴇʏ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛꜱ:

Disability Rep: chronic pain, deafness

queer rep: lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, nonbinary

Urban fantasy, traditional magical creatures and new!!! magical creatures!!! faeries, daimons, mermaids and more!!!

Found family, pining, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers

babes with swords

ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴀɢ

ᴍʏ ᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴀɢ

ꜱᴛꜰ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴀɢꜱ:

silver threaded fates

stf world building

stf universe

ch: the Hunt

ch: dragons

ch: harkiis

ch: mermaids

ch: faeries

ch: the greydr

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴀɢꜱ:

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ:

ch: blake

ch: vila

ch: horne

ch: ilar

ch: bożechna

ch: milo

ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ:

ch: alix

ch: serafine

ch: Dakarai

ch: Sirina

ch: kris

ch: nox

ch: Elías

ch: tywas

ch: Neith

STF Universe Characters:

ch: ceire • ch: seida • ch: cameron • ch: Akarin • ch: samanta

ch: casia • ch: the czajka sisters • ch: nayeli • ch: acyn

ch: the pérez family • ch: Nik • ch: eden • ch: bairre • ch: Momma

ch: orion • ch: Ash • ch: Adrien • ch: dacia • ch: nate • ch: izolde

[nikki-on-edge]

BNHA - Villain_AU (Big Brother time!)

In this AU Akarin’s parents died in a car accident and Tomura found her alive. He decided to take care of her and raise as his own sister. Their bond has become strong and nowadays Akarin - despite her young age - is truly a powerful villain. No wonder that Chisaki decided to take advantage of that... ;)

(Shigaraki Tomura, Kurogiri and Chisaki Kai are from BNHA. OC Akarin belongs to me. Don’t use/repost my work without my permission! Reblogs and likes are really appreciated! Check my masterlist or my DeviantArt page for more art! ♥️)

[theforestdwellersrp]

So question, what are some character friend groups in the server? Any Scooby Doo gangs?

Ahdbdjd I love this question. Okay so I'm going to mention some characters here that haven't got full bios uploaded just yet but they can be found on the Dwellers page.

- Karou is currently camping out on Alistair's couch. Alistair was very shocked to discover that a royal Prince was staying in his house, but they've been getting on great. So far only Alistair knows of his whereabouts.

- We have a budding bromance between the stoic mercenary Rydir and the slightly terrifying fire elemental Zephyr. They're currently in the capital seeking adventures.

- Lenora and Elias have gotten off on the wrong foot. So much so in fact that Lenora may or may not have stabbed the Prince in the thigh. We think they have a secret soft spot for each other though.

- Our dark angel Uziel has found an unexpected first friend in ice elemental Drift so soon after landing in Esaron. They are both very confused by their feelings for each other.

- Lilienne and Ophelia got a little drunk and giddy together in the Elderwood Inn and honestly we're living for their friendship.

That probably sums up the most exciting ones! We've not long started so I'm sure there'll be much more to come 😏

- Soph 🐝

[canadian-buckbeaver]

What is a Name Part 2

Just because Nikki wanted a second part where Iclyn was saved... <3

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The doctor groaned as her phone rang shrilly, interrupting her sleep. She had the misfortune of working a double shift on the baby ward and had finally gotten a moment to put her head down and get some much needed rest. Who could be calling her now?  It better be important… she grabbed her phone and sleepily put it to her ear.  “Hello?”

There was a pause before  a gruff clearing of a throat.  The voice that spoke sounded like one that had been recently racked with guilt.  “Hello. Is this the doctor with the baby quirk?”

Or maybe it was a customer. “It is yes. Can I ask who is calling?”

“My name is Shouta Aizawa.  We… my husband and I, ran into you in the grocery store a few months ago?”

Right.  The accidental quirk discharge. The girl had been adorable with those big blue eyes.  “Yes I remember you.  Can I help you?” she asked, trying not to sound harried.  She was so tired.

“Yes… I… we…” another deep breath.  “The girl vanished.”

What a shame.  There had been great potential with that one.  “Did you name her?”

“We… we hadn’t yet no…”

The doctor was doing her best as to not sound annoyed but her precious rest was slipping away.  “I did say that the girl would disappear in three months if she wasn’t given a name.”

Shouta interrupted her this time.  “We still had another day.  It hadn’t been three months yet. We were going to name her we…” his voice broke. “We just needed more time…”

The doctor sighed, sitting up.  “Listen. If the baby appears and is not given a name, they disappear like they were never there.  But if the baby is feeling helpless and incredibly upset, the chances of them disappearing sooner increases.  I only heard of one such case before.  I had bumped into another couple who were not interested in having children.  When the baby seemed to lose all hope that they would get a name, they disappeared much sooner.  It is possible that this happened to your daughter.”

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Shouta swallowed hard, tears dripping down his cheeks slowly. Akarin had been removed from the room by Tetsu, leaving him and Hizashi alone in the room.  “I understand.  Thank you.” He hung up the phone.

Hizashi looked at him.  “Well?” his voice was quivering.

“Apparently if the child loses hope at being named they will disappear sooner…” Shouta said, sitting beside his husband, looking down at Mr. Beary.  “It all makes sense now.  She had been so obsessed with names lately… asking when and why we named the cats, Midnight’s fists, boats, my grandmother…”

“Tetsu said that she had asked when Akarin had been named.” Hizashi mused. “We…. We fucked up.  Didn’t we? She was practically begging to be named, to be loved and we…” he choked out a sob and held the bear to his face, tears staining the fabric.

They sat like that, huddled together, trying to comfort each other and come to the new reality. There they were, surrounded by the few toys that she had, the drawings that she had made, and no daughter to speak of. Not anymore.  She was gone.

There was something else Shouta realized. They sat in silence.  Gone was her little footsteps, gone was her soft noises.  Anything that was associated with her and her alone, were gone.  He missed it already.  He missed her already.

And he wasn’t the only one.

Hizashi lips trembled again.  “She was completely alone when she disappeared.  We were right downstairs the whole time and we knew nothing…”

Shouta shushed him quietly.  “There was no way that we could have known.  She came up here for a reason…”

She didn’t want to burden them with her disappearing Shouta knew. She had given up on getting a name, she didn’t want to force them to name her.  Looking back Shouta could almost describe their actions as cruel. Always putting off the talk of names, not really answering her questions.  They had written it off as idle child curiosity.  But really, she was looking for her own name.  The lock that would tie her to this world.

The symbol of their love for her.

“Shouta… look…” Hizashi carefully pulled the long, curly hair off of the bear.  Not his. It was their daughter’s.  Hizashi’s blond, his waves… their daughter. She had Hizashi’s quirk and Shouta’s quiet thoughtfulness…

And they missed it all.  They were too wrapped up in their own little world to try and make room for one more.

“Iclyn Yamada-Aizawa,” Shouta whispers quietly, taking the hair between his fingers.  “It suits her.”

Hizashi eyed him before smiling softly, wiping at his eyes. “It has a nice ring to it.  Our little Iclyn…”

“Our daughter… we could call her Ice for short.”

“She needs a middle name. Perhaps Kai? Tetsu would love it.” Hizashi suggested.

“Iclyn Kai Yamada-Aizawa. It’s perfect.” A fresh pair of tears traced Shouta’s cheeks.

Hizashi sniffs, holding the bear tightly to him before reaching out for Shouta again.  They embrace tightly, allowing grief to run through them.  The perfect name for a perfect daughter.

Their perfect daughter.

There is a soft, warm whisper of a voiceless whisper and a bright flash of light.  In front of their eyes little Iclyn reforms, her hair falling around her face, hands clasped to her ears and her cheeks as wet as theirs.  She’s trembling and whimpering softly, pressing herself into herself, making herself as small as possible.

They don’t even hesistate.

Together they reach out, gently touching her shoulders and arms before picking her up and pulling her into their embrace.  Mr. Bearey is clutched to her chest as Iclyn slowly opens her eyes, taking in the colour of the world around her, and the feel of her dads’ embrace.  They are whispering soft, loving things to her ear.  How they will not let her go again, how she is there to stay. Little Iclyn is there to stay.  They whisper her name to her again and again, solidifying her in the world again.  Mr. Bearey falls into her lap as she hugs them tight, softly crying. And slowly, slowly she calms.

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Iclyn’s cries out desperately, kicking at the darkeness, screaming and sobbing, pleading.  The darkeness is closing in on her, smothering her.  It is whispering how no one loved her, no one wanted to keep her, how she belongs to the dark. That everything will be ok as long as she surrenders to it.  Panic has long since set in.  Her heart races, tears stream down her face, her breathing rapid and shallow.  Her body is trembling as she is stuck in the middle of the extreme panic attack, a downward spiral that has no end.  This cannot be happening again, not again, not again!  She is loved! Her parents named her! Akarin, or Scarlet is her sister and adores her! Where are they? Why aren’t they saving her from the darkness that wants her soul and life and-

There is the whiz of sharp steel and the sound of a falling lock. Iclyn gasps and pulls her hands away from her googles in time to watch the lid of the container she was stuck in fly open with a bang, Stain’s wild silhouette against the brightness of the moon.

For a moment they don’t move, just staring at one another. There is a slight breeze outside, Stain’s scarf waving softly with it.  It smells cool and sweet, like the aftermath of a rainstorm. Yet the air feels warm, comfortable.  She must not have been locked in the container for very long then.  Iclyn gives a hard swallow, attempting to slow her heartbeat and her breathing, trying to stop her tears.  There is nothing to worry about. No absolute darkness, no whispers. She was ok…

Stain stuck a hand in, the bandages dirty and looking like they are steeped in blood.  But he doesn’t say anything, not now. He takes her hand, helping her sit up slowly, and then helping her out of the container.  She brushes herself off, straightening her googles and her blue jacket, making sure her boots were straight along with her directional speaker. It was nothing clunky like her Dad’s more like a tiny, dainty necklace in case she needed to add a boost to her roar. The scarf was still loosely tied around her waist.  Good. Pops would be beyond pissed if she lost another one.  After making sure that she was still intact, she rubbed at her face, cleaning the tears.

“Thank you Stain,” she told her recently reformed partner.  “I appreciate you getting me out of there…” she didn’t want to know what he needed to do to save her.

There’s a whisper of wings and a soft breeze before she finds herself wrapped up in arms and wings. “Iclyn! Thank Kami you’re safe… the villains split up after they captured you and cast a hologram. I’ve been chasing at least five other groups before I got here.  Thank Kami that Stain managed to get you out.  How are you? How do you feel?” Hawks pulled back enough to let him look at her, tucking her hair behind her ears and gently wiping her tears away.

“I’m better now…” she admits, her voice still wavering. Seems like she still wasn’t over her claustrophobia yet. She took a breath.  “Come on.  Let’s find Scarlet and Ground Zero. Before I was pushed into that container I think I heard their code for reinforcements.”

“That would explain the armoured cars that were in the distance,” Hawks says as he looks in the direction.  “Are you going to be ok, Iclyn?  Do you want to stop for a break or something?”

“I’ll be fine.” Iclyn says firmly, adjusting her googles.  “Come on.  Can’t let my dad’s worry too much or I won’t be allowed out, ever again.”

Stain gently ruffles her hair, the soft gesture enough to make her pause. He’s looking at her, an intense, unreadable look to his eyes. “Let’s make them pay, Ice Dragon.” He says, removing his hand.  

Iclyn smiles.  It isn’t her normal smile, but one that looks like a strange mix of Mic and Eraser.  “Let’s go.”

[oldartaccnotused]

DUDE! ITS MAGIC!

[techsupportdog]

Commissioned request - “Lain ( OC ), dressed up like Akari Akaza doing [a] pose but with an angry/displeased/deathglare look on her face ... while looking towards the viewer.”

[eclipsecrowned]

muses that have canonically written fanfic:

Aria Mahariel (Andraste/Shartan. Also known to read bad smut novels about herself, which probably qualifies for being a consumer of fic as well.)

Zorya Constantine (K*ngdom H*arts, F*n*l F*nt*sy XV, The M*gn*s Arch*ves. Not the best writer, but a prolific one that focuses on queer or polyamorous arrangements between canons and one oc/canon fic that is clearly a self-insert Zorya with serial numbers filed off.)

Z*tara Constantine (The M*gn*s Arch*ves. If you mention something called ‘Come On and Rescue Me’ or an AO3 handle known as ‘LaughingMagi’ you will be hexed into next week. His sister discovers this on an annual basis whenever he needs humbling.)

Astraea Lucis Caelum (Anonymously involved in the fandom of a The V*mpire Chr*nicles pastiche for the setting, largely focused on Leonie de Lestallum/Lucienne de Lac, Leonie/King Akarin or Amanda di Tenebrae/Diana Montalbano.)

Kayden Connors (D*red*vil/Sp*derm*n ; Nearly had a stroke realizing that she’s been writing about a family friend and swore off the hobby ever since.)

Claude di Montoya (In their Vampire verse, they got away with writing operas/plays off of Armand’s recollections. What else do you call writing a chamber opera about a sexy gay love triangle between very thinly veiled expies of Nicki, L*stat, and Armand replete with Seraph symbolism for a motif?)

Kokoro Kyriakou (As a teen, she wrote extensively on the Foretellers. It’s as cringe as it sounds.)

Orpheus (I’m right. His cult has several AU ideas about established lore.)

Kris Lindholm (Writes extensive The V*mpire Chr*nicles fic as it exists within the universe. Mainly writes slice of life or adventure stories involving the Brat as her favorite character, while acknowledging this is a highly fictionalized version of what is, in-universe, a real person.)

[usubenidango]

I.............

[pseudofaux]

Get to know the writer (!)

Thank you, @bookishdiplodocus! Shortened some of the prompts.

It’s the end of the world (?). You don’t feel fine. You need to burn books to stay warm. Which book off of your shelf burns first? Hmm. I have a few things I’ve been meaning to goodwill, so if I could burn the duplicates that’d be great! If not, I’d probably burn the childhood favorites I have nearly memorized, and try to commit them to post-apocalyptic society via the oral tradition.

If your writing could convey a message that you think desperately needs to be heard, what would be it? You have to work for what you want. Luck is beautiful, and the kindness and generosity of others is beautiful-- revere it, be that way when you can. But you can’t and shouldn’t count on those things from outside sources. Rely on yourself. Satisfy yourself. YOU do what you gotta do.

Has an OC ever said something that surprised you? Nope. I come up with their dialogue, so...

Do you collect things writing or reading related? Something that supplements your ~process~? Kasugai gummies (yuzu and lychee are my favorites!) and Turkish delight/lokum (sometimes when it’s hard to get going but I want to make progress I sit with my laptop and set a timer for ten minutes-- if it’s a productive session I’ll let myself have a treat). I almost exclusively type but like to do handwriting with Pilot G2 pens, so I keep a couple of those in my bag for notes or if I get stuck somewhere and have time to write! I try to never run out of Constant Comment tea and I have a water bottle I like to keep at the table if I’m writing there.

A celebrity author you admire loves one of your books and their praise will appear in the next edition. Now they’ve written a new book, but... it wasn’t your cup of tea. Their publisher wants a blurb about it. Do you tell the truth, or manufacture polite praise? I try to always be truthfully polite until pressed. I’d provide praise for details I liked, and if the publisher came back and said that wasn’t enough I’d be honest. People like what they like! There’s nothing bad about that.

BOOM, MAGIC! You are sucked into one of your worlds. The only way to break the spell is to convince at least three OCs that you are their creator and the creator of their world. How would you try to do it? My original stuff is all real world, I’d have a very hard time with this!

You’re stuck having one of your original villains over for dinner. How does it go? He probably murders me. No fun stuff. :(

Has writing benefited you in any way? In so many ways! I love thinking of and expanding ideas into stories, I like interacting and working with other writers, and I love that some people enjoy what I write.

You discover that whatever you write about comes to pass/becomes reality. After securing your own comfort, what do you write? “Reparations were paid.”

Chosen pen name? Hmm. I love names! This is tricky. I’d use a pseudonym for sure. pseudofaux is a handle I came up with several years ago, but if I were to go print (!) I’d probably choose names from relatives and then work out an initial + surname set. E. M. Smith, off the top of my head.

Taking a page (ha!) outta diplodocus’ book and tagging some people in my recent notifications along with people I thought of right away! <3 @elnarablr-blog @serenity-writes @catchthespade @otohoe @sengokugenkigirl @kawa-akarin @goddessofsin @theweatheredwarrior

[nikki-on-edge]

BNHA - Dog meat

“You dare raid my house, kill my people and touch my wife? You’re already a dog meat...”

(Chisaki Kai is from BNHA. OC Akarin belongs to me. Don’t use/repost my work without my permission! Reblogs and likes are really appreciated! Check my masterlist or my DeviantArt page for more art! ♥️)

[nikki-on-edge]

BNHA - Lovefool

“Love me, love me, Say that you love me. Fool me, fool me, Go on and fool me. Love me, love me, Pretend that you love me...” (twocolors - Lovefool)

(Chisaki Kai is from BNHA. OC Akarin belongs to me. Don’t use/repost my work without my permission! Reblogs and likes are really appreciated! Check my masterlist or my DeviantArt page for more art! ♥️)

[nikki-on-edge]

BNHA - Tribe AU: First meeting~

Inspired and based on a short story made by @canadian-buckbeaver which you can read HERE! 💙

(Katsuki Bakugou and Hawks are from BNHA. OC Iclyn belongs to @canadian-buckbeaver. OC Akarin belongs to me. Don’t use/repost my work without my permission! Reblogs and likes are really appreciated! Check my masterlist or my DeviantArt page for more art! ♥️)

[canadian-buckbeaver]

What is a Name?

Based off of an RP and sad feelings with @nikki-on-edge, something to try and get the juices of writing going and the mind off of things.

And this video here!

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A quirk that can give any couple a child is one that is considered useful in the infertility field of medicine.  But what happens when the child is an accident and isn’t exactly wanted?

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In a time not too far off, in a future that is very much like our present time, there isn’t much that has changed.  There are no flying cars, no far off human settlement on Mars or other planets.  There are still diseases and poverty, still natural disasters and terrible tragedies such as those.  Plants sprout, the wind blows, and the rains come.  Some things will never change as long as long as time keeps flowing by.  After all, despite all their advancements, humans only have the illusion of control over their world and how they live it.  The world is still unfair, despite humans newly

Like the comics of old, humans have undergone some form of mutation, giving some of the population the equivalent of superpowers. When they first appeared the population was persecuted, hunted down.  The ones without these so-called quirks were scared, worried how the world would change with the introduction of these powers.  After all, these powers seemed to have no rhyme or reason. There was no limit to what they could do.  Where one could summon fires as hot and destructive as the sun, another might be able to coax the grass to grow.  One could purify water while the other could control rocks.  Another may have been born with horns and freakish strength, another has a tail that could be doubled as a whip.  Super hero strength, the ability to fly… the list goes on.  We would be here until the end of time if we were to list off every single quirk that has existed since their first appearance. If a human could imagine it, there was a very real chance that one human could develop such a gift.

Over the course of several years, the complexity and types of quirks exploded.  More and more people began to develop these quirks and gifts, and many people desired to be apart of this group of people.  Eventually the population of quirks exploded, shadowing the population of those without. The hunting and shunning of these people more or less calmed, the acceptance of these superpowered people slowly growing. Some might argue that this acceptance grew into a pedestal. Those with a strong and desirable quirk found themselves on a pedestal.  Adored, admired, and loved by all kinds of people.  Slowly a market began to open.  Jobs began to look at hiring people with specific quirks, ones that would make the job go easier, faster and often with less manpower.

Of course, the older generations humphed and muttered, worried how the acceptance of such gifts could affect the world that they lived in. They sat in their chairs, nursing their teas or coffees, whispering how those “special humans” were slowly taking over. How much further would these quirks expand and take over?  How long would it take until everyone who was quirkless was out of a job, homeless and poor? How long until humans found themselves falling out of God’s gracious light and began looking to these false prophets? Such talk was nonsense of course.  The sheer ridiculousness of it all was enough to make one roll their eyes and sigh.  It was simply the usual resistance to change.  The brakes on a well-oiled machine.  A new chapter in the world was starting and they were scared.  

Although they were dramatic in the ways that only elders could be, more than a little off-track in their thoughts, there was some truth to their words.  Humans could do things that they originally thought only gods or deities could do.  

There was talk of a neonatal doctor, deep in the heart of Japan, that had a very special quirk.  Any couple, no matter how infertile or their inabilities to conceive, could visit her and walk away with a child.  A child that was biologically theirs.  No nine months of waiting and developing.  No terrifying and dangerous childbirth.  A touch of her hands would be enough to call forth a child. Once they named the child, they were anchored to this world.  But, if they changed their mind, there was no catch.  The parents would have three months of deciding if they wanted to keep the child, three months to name the child.  If they decided against it, after three months, the child would fade away like they were never there.

A name to anchor them.  To show the child that, just as the parents loved one another, the child was loved as well.

Of course, despite all her precautions, there was always the odd accident that occurred. Such accident occurred when she was racing into a grocery store for a bite to eat between her patients.  Tripping over an uneven doorstep, she stumbled forward, into the arms of two men.

One man had impossibly long blonde hair tied into a messy bun, a whispering mustache and piercing green eyes.  One with long, messy dark hair and equally dark and tired eyes.  As they caught her from crashing into the ground, there was a tiny pop.  A small child with blonde curls and brilliant blue eyes clutched to the pants of the blonde, looking around at this new world.  Her first memories are the cries of shock from the doctor, and the sight of green eyes gazing at her inquisitively, and red eyes glaring into her soul.  She shivered and clutched onto the leather pants tighter, feeling like she wasn’t supposed to be there.  Like she had disobeyed them somehow by simply popping into experience. Her cheeks flushed as she looked at her feet.  The doctor was talking in quick hushed tones to the men, explaining her quirk and the catch of making a baby…

“… and if you don’t name her in three months, she will disappear.” The woman told them, whispering to them.  The dark haired one was glaring at her, his jaw set, as the blonde was looking at the tiny girl clutching at his leg.

“And yet we are stuck with another mouth to feed for at least three months?” Shota gritted out, watching the woman apologized again for being so careless.  This was ridiculous.  Him and Hizashi were just getting started out and money was more than a little tight.  It was hard enough with their three cats, his brother Tetsu and Tetsu’s daughter Akarin.  And now this one had to appear?  How on earth would they afford them, even for three months?  Food, clothing and toys and anything else that they needed for her.

Hizashi crouched down, smiling at the girl who couldn’t take her eyes off of him.  He gently took the girl’s hands in his, thumb rubbing over her palms.  A heartbeat, a whisper of breath.  This was no illusion.  She was alive.  She was flesh and blood.  A real human. Sho couldn’t erase that or anything that was formed or not in the process of being created.  “Hey, there princess.  It’s nice to meet you.” Hizashi whispered to the girl.  “You must get your good looks from me.  There isn’t anyway that you take after your other daddy.”

Shota was less than thrilled with the news.  “Is there anyway that you can make her disappear faster?” Shota asked, short and blunt and to the point as always.  The girl looked up to the dark-haired man and frowned slightly.  Didn’t he like her?  He was one of her daddies.

The doctor shook her head.  “Three months and then she would be gone like she never existed. You might change your mind…” her phone chimed again, causing her to look down at it and grimace at the caller ID. “Please excuse me.” She said, digging around in her purse to hand him a business card.  “If you guys have any questions please feel free to contact me.” She sped walked off, speaking rapidly into the phone.

Shota sighed, pushing the hair out of his hair out of his eyes.  This wasn’t how he wanted to spend his afternoon out with Hizashi at all.  Speaking of his husband, he glanced to the man, who had picked up the small girl and had her settled in his arms.  “Look.  She has your curls and cheeks.” Hizashi grinned as the girl outstretched her hands towards Shota.  She was no baby.  When she was on the ground she had reached about his knees.  She must be about five years old in normal human years.  Just past the tiny, helpless stage but small enough to be cute.

Big blue eyes met Sho’s dark and he shivered.  Those eyes reminded him of Hizashi’s grandfather’s. “Don’t get attached. Three months.” Shota warned his husband as he turned around and walked into the supermarket, ignoring the girl’s hands.  As far as he was concerned she was only a temporary roommate, much like Tetsu.

The girl’s arms fell as she pressed against Hizashi’s chest instead.  Shota paid them no mind.  They had errands to run and now a girl to babysit.  He was less than thrilled with the situation. “Come on, little one.  It is going to be ok.  Daddy is just a little grumpy today,” he heard Hizashi tell the girl.  “He’ll get used to you soon enough.” Shota set his jaw and grabbed a basket. Three months. Three months and it’ll just be him and Hizashi again.

The way it was supposed to be.

*

To say that three months had gone less than according to plan had been an understatement.  The girl had bonded with Akarin, Tetsu’s seven-year-old daughter.  Though Shota supposed that that could be a blessing in disguise.  Akarin was more than happy to look after her new sister, talking and reading to her, treating her as a new doll or toy.  They kept each other busy.

Still, the girl seemed to be insistent on driving him nuts.  She would cuddle up to him at odd hours of the day, demanding attention or hugs or food.  And always at the most inopportune times, often when he was grading or playing with his cats or trying to catch up on some needed sleep.  She was like an overgrown cat, minus the cute factor.  More than once did Shota have to insist that she find someone else to bother or play with.  She would always pout, look at him with those big blue eyes, before wandering off to Akarin or Zashi.  

Zashi, on the other hand, was thrilled with their newcomer. Here was someone who would enjoy his music, dancing or goofy stories.  Shota could often hear them laughing from the other side of the house. They were always so loud. He could put up with Hizashi and occasionally Tetsu, but this little girl too?  It was too much for his already strained patience.

Of course, they had their fair share of problems with having a baby in the house.  He had caught her drawing on the wall and had scolded her as he cleaned it.  Ignoring how her eyes watered as he scrubbed her rendition of him and Zashi off the wall.  “You have plenty of paper.  There is no excuse for you to use the walls too.” He told her sternly, making sure that she was listening to him and nodding to him.

Then there was the time she had attempted to fix him and Zashi breakfast.  He wasn’t sure how cereal could have travelled from the kitchen to the laundry room but the girl was talented, he would give her that.  He had been in a particularly disgusting mood that morning.  His evening patrol had been busy and eventful and, by the time he had gotten to bed, he had only gotten about an hour’s worth of sleep before the smell of burnt coffee reached his nose.  He and Zashi had been concerned, racing out of the bedroom to see what was on fire, when they saw her proudly standing by the table with her mess of soggy cereal, burnt toast, spilt juice and coffee everywhere.  She had also tried to feed the cats but, by the look of things, had spilt more on the floor then in their bowls.  “So I already have a busy morning, but now I have to clean this up?” he had muttered, more to Zashi and himself.  But he knew the girl had heard it by the way her shoulders sagged and the bright light of her eyes faded.  

“I’ll clean it up Sho. Just… just go down for a couple more hours.  I’ll wake you when it is time for school.” Hizashi told him.

Well.  No need to tell him twice.  He had turned around and closed the door to his and Hizashi’s bedroom, more than desperate to get more much-needed sleep.

And finally, there was her little spat with Akarin.

The day had been one of their rare quiet ones.  Tetsu was just returning from work, Shota was quietly marking on the table, watching as his husband danced and sang with Akarin.  She was giggling and doing some sort of lively jig with him, obviously loving every moment of the attention.  

And the girl…

She was sitting at the living room table, watching them dance with something deep and dark in her eyes.  She had been quietly drawing until Zashi had started to move.  Without looking up he could sense the girl’s eyes on him.  He sighed audibly when he heard her footsteps pad his way.  “Daddy…”

“Can’t you see I’m busy?  Can you go bug your other dad and Akarin for a bit and let me finish my work?” he snapped. These assignments had been due ages ago and he had just gotten started on looking through them.

There was a silent beat for a moment.  “Sorry, daddy.” She said quietly, turning around and walking away.

Sho turned back to the papers, ignoring the obvious hurt in her voice.  Once he was done a few more he would see what she drew for them this time.  The number of pictures she drew was outrageous, the fridge had to be covered…

“NO! IT’S MY TURN!” Akarin screamed.

And apparently he was cursed to never get any work done. He grit his teeth, trying to ignore the fight.  It wasn’t anything major, Hizashi could handle it.

“BUT HE’S MY DADDY.”

“YOU HAVE TWO DADDIES.  NOW IS MY TURN TO DANCE.  GO AWAY AND BUG UNCLE SHOTA.”

Tetsu finished taking off his shoes quickly, moving into the room looking worried.

“YOU ALREADY HAVE A DAD. AND IT ISN’T MINE! GO DANCE WITH YOUR DAD!”

“That’s enough!”  This time it was Hizashi yelling.  The music stopped as the man demanded their full attention.

Shota looked up to see the girl flinch as Hizashi’s eyes narrowed, staring down at her.  “Go to your room.  We talked about sharing and why Akarin gets a turn too.”

“But…” the girl stuttered, her cheeks pink and blue eyes tearing. She looked like her world was crumbling down around her.

“Go,” Hizashi told her, gesturing to the room that they had set up for her.  “Time out time.”

The girl began to cry.  Great heaving sobs and stuttering breath.  She was trying to whimper out something but was crying too hard to get it out.  Akarin tried to say something and even Shota got up, pushing his chair back.

The girl however flinched at the sound of the chair and scurried into her room, closing the door behind her.  They could still hear her cries from her room.  Hizashi sighed and turned on the music again.  “Where were we partner?” he asked little Akarin.

Later, Shota goes to check up on the girl.  She’s wrapped up one of Shota’s old sleeping bags, sound asleep.  Her face was red and puffy, tear marks down her face.  She was curled up with her favourite stuffed toy, a rather worn teddy bear that went by the name of Mr. Bearey.

Sighing, Shota pushed back her hair, feeling the strands through his fingers.  They felt like Hizashi’s and a mixture of his curls.  Their daughter.  What an odd concept.

Well, there was no sense in waking her up for dinner.  She probably needed the sleep more than food. Fighting the urge to kiss her temple, Shota brushed her hair back once more before leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

“Where’s the kiddo?” Tetsu asked, glancing at the empty armed Shota.

“Sleeping.  I decided not to wake her.”

“You know she is going to be hungry in the morning,” Tetsu said to his brother, watching as Shota walked over to a nearby calendar.

Shota shrugged and crossed off another day.  “Then she’ll eat tomorrow.” He said, taking his spot at the table and beginning to eat.

Three weeks left.

*

Two weeks left.

The girl was petting the cats with Sho, being incredibly gentle like he had taught her.  “What are their names again?” she asked him.

“The one in your lap is Jelly,” he said, gesturing to the tabby that had made itself quite comfortable and was purring away.  “The one on my lap is Knight, Mewsic is watching from the couch, and Patches is in the sunbeam.”

The girl nodded, taking in their names.  “So… they all have names?” she asked.

Sho wondered where she was going with this.  “Yes.”

“When did you and daddy name them?”

“When we first got them, we named them.”

The girl pondered this.  “You didn’t need to think about it?”

She was full of questions today.  “Yes.  We knew exactly what we wanted to name them as soon as we saw them.”

“But… I don’t have a name.”

Ah.  So that’s what she was after.  “No you don’t,” he said simply, turning his attention to Knight and talking to the cat.  Shutting down the conversation.

His daughter watched him for a moment before gently petting Jelly.

*

One week.

“Uncle Tetsu…. When did you and…. Auntie name Akarin?”  The girl was on one of the chairs, eating some of the apples that Tetsu had cut up for her.

Tetsu smiled at the memory, knife sliding easily through the fruit.  “Well, before she came out of her mommy’s tummy we had a name already picked out for her. If she turned out to be a boy, we had one as well, but we were sure that she was going to be a girl. And we were right!” he gently pinched his daughter’s cheeks as she approached for more fruit.

The girl was silent for a moment.  “Ah.  So… so you were looking forward to seeing her.”

“Of course!  She’s my baby! Nothing will ever change that!” Tetsu grinned and wrapped his daughter in a tight hug, ignoring as she struggled to get free.  “Why do you ask, dearest?”

“I was just curious.  It’s a nice name.”

*

Five days.

“ -and that’s when I said, let me introduce you to my two best pals!  Buster and Crusher!” Nemuri said, pulling up her hands as she reenacted her takedown of a villain the night before.

“Is this really the story that you want to be telling two young girls?” Hizashi asked, glancing up as Akarin and his daughter sat completely entranced by the story.

Nemuri grinned at him.  She at least had dressed in her civilian clothing and wasn’t parading about in her hero garb.  “Of course! If these two are going to be amazing and strong superheroes, they have to have some confident women to look up to!”

“Frankly I could do with a little less confident…” Tetsu muttered watching them.

“Oh, you are just like Shota-!”

“Excuse me, but did you name your fists?” the girl asked quietly.

Nemuri looked down at her.  “Of course!  That way the bad guy knows exactly who knocked them out and how…. But, the more I think of it, I don’t think I ever got your name…” she had been simply too excited to see her old friends again and be introduced to their daughter.

The girl smiled shyly through her hair.  “It’s ok.  I don’t have one.”

*

Three days.

It was raining like it would never rain again outside.  Hizashi had been called in to help with the radio as one of his covers hadn’t been able to make it.  So, to pass the time while they listened to him, Shota had grabbed the family album and was going through the old photos with them, showing them of times before them, of people they would never meet.

“And this is my grandmother Iclyn.  She had an ice quirk and she called herself Blue Mist.” Shota told them, pointing to a distinguished-looking woman in the photo.

Akarin made a soft noise of agreement.  “She looks like she could seriously kick butt!”

“Oh, she could.  She was well-known even in Russia for her quirk.” Tetsu agreed, taking a sip of his coffee as he looked over the pictures with them.

“Wow…” Akarin said, starry-eyed.  “I hope my quirk is ice! When I get it, I’ll do her proud!”

Shota smiled over at his little daughter.  She and he had gotten separated in the forest the day before. He had panicked, looking for her high and low when he had heard a loud scream, one that sounded eerily familiar.

He had found his daughter, shivering and exhausted, looking at the hole that she had ripped in the forest trying to scare off the bear. Hizashi had been so proud when he heard that she inherited his voice quirk, spinning her around and tossing her high in the air.  

Looking every inch the proud daddy that he was.

“What are you thinking about, princess?” he asked, watching her blue eyes focus on the older woman in the picture.  

She looked up at him, but there was something in those eyes of her’s.  Something that reminded him of the time that she had watched Hizashi and Akarin dance. But it was colder.  Darker…

“Iclyn is a pretty name,” she said simply, turning back to the photo.

Akarin grinned.  “Maybe, once I have babies, I’ll name my daughter that!”

“You’re not allowed to date until you’re at least thirty!” Tetsu squawked, tickling Akarin’s belly even as she protested.

But Shota didn’t pay attention to them.  He was watching those blue eyes seemingly lost in the distance. If only he could read minds.

*

One day.

She fidgeted for a bit, drawing, but she could not focus.  The picture just wasn’t coming together the way she wanted it to.  Flipping the page over, she posed her crayon over the page…

But didn’t move.

She had seen the calendar in the kitchen.  All those X’s as the days passed.  One by one, watching the sunset and rise.  All those days going by…

And yet, she still didn’t have a name.

Dad was on the couch, lightly snoring away while Pops was dancing with Akarin again, singing some sort of silly tune.  They had invited her to join them, but she knew that she shouldn’t.  

She had one shot.  One, last, desperate shot.

The darkness was crawling in.  She could feel it.  It was hungry and demanding and was slowly pressing in around her.  She knew that if she got a name then it would leave her, moving on to someone else.

And if she didn’t then… then it would swallow her whole.

The sound of the door opening caused her to perk up. Uncle Tetsu was home.

Ok.  Time to get a name.

*

Tetsu yawned and stretched as he walked through the door. It had been a long, hard day again.  Thankfully it was over and-

There was a little weight on his leg.

“Welcome home, uncle!” Shota’s and Hizashi’s girl grinned up at him, her large eyes sparkling with fake light.  He knew that something was going on.  Akarin often had the same look when she was thinking about her mother…

“Hey there, princess.  Did you have a good day?” he asked.  The girl nodded, but there seemed to be something in her throat that she wanted to say.  Instead, she buried her head in his pants again.  “Hey now.  I can tell by the look on your face that you want something,” he said, trying to cheer her up.  “How can uncle Tetsu help?”

She looked up at him slowly, big watery eyes taking him in. Her mouth opened and shut, then opened again.

Oh no… he had opened up the flood gates.

“Name me… please, uncle!” she finally said.  Her wild hair looked crazier than normal, almost like Sho’s when he woke up from a nap.  And her eyes… teary and expressive, but all he could see was wild desperation and grief. Briefly he wondered how long she had been hanging onto this.

And yet…

Tetsu sighed and rubbed at his scalp.  “I… I can’t.  The way the baby quirk works is that, unless your parents name you, it won’t have any effect.”

This was a blow, even he could tell, but she continued.  “Then… then can you adopt me?  I could be your daughter!  Like Akarin.  We could be sisters for real!  I will be good, I promise!”  her tone was still quiet, making sure that Hizashi couldn’t hear her over the music, but the tone all over the place.  Still, it showed that she had a remarkable talent with her voice.

She was Hizashi’s child through and through.  He wondered why they were still hung up on naming her. Did they still doubt?

“But, you’re not my flesh.  It wouldn’t work.  You’re not really my daughter…” Tetsu regretted the words once he spoke them out loud.  That was the wrong thing to say.

The girl flinched as if she had been slapped, looking down at where she had gripped at his pants to try and plead her case.  A look of defeat washed over her.  Tetsu opened his mouth again but she spoke over him.  “…. You’re right…. I’m sorry.” She released her legs and hugged herself, swallowing hard. She looked so vulnerable at that moment.

Tetsu sighed.  “Why don’t you talk to your daddies about this again?  I’m sure that they will come up with something…”

Silently, the girl turned towards where the music was playing, watching as Akarin danced and shrieked with glee as Zashi twisted and danced across the room, and then to where Shota lay across the couch, snoring slightly.  “…. Maybe later…. They’re busy now…”

“I could take Akarin…”

“No.  They’re her uncles… I can wait… besides, I interrupted her dance the last time.” She quickly toddled off, casting a longing look back at her dads.  They didn’t notice her walk away.

*

It’s just you and me, Mr. Bearey.  Looks like everyone else is having fun without me….” She sat in “her” room, playing with the soft toy.  She wiped at her tears.  “I… I don’t understand… if they didn’t want me… Dad could have left me in the forest… I could have…” she bit back a cry, her teeth sinking in her lip as she clutched at her hand.  Through tear fogged eyes she watched as a little more of herself dissolved into the air. She knew…. She knew that she wouldn’t make it until the next day.  “Mr. Bearey… you’ll take care of Akarin.  Right? She’s like my sister and…” she softly began to cry, hugging the soft toy to her as more of her began to dissolve. “You’d keep me if I was real. Right?”

* Akarin hopped up the steps of the room, humming the song that Hizashi had spun her around to.  She had had a lot of fun.  Hopefully, they could do that tomorrow.  Or maybe she would be able to do that with her sister.  She knocked on the door.  “Sister?  It’s supper time!  Come on down! You get to sit with me tonight!”  She grabbed at the doorknob and threw it open.

Just in time to watch bright blue eyes vanish with the last of blonde strands of hair, twisting and weaving through the air and out into the night sky.  Mr. Bearey fell over with a soft thud, no longer supported by her sister’s tight hold.

Akarin began to scream.  She pulled Mr. Bearey into her arms, squeezing him tight and sobbing.  Maybe if she squeezed him hard enough she would reappear.  “COME BACK! I’M SORRY! COME BACK! SISTER!”

Her wails were only answered by the thundering sounds of feet on the stairs.

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BNHA - Aizawa Brothers

Say hello to Tetsu! He is Akarin’s dad, Shouta’s older brother, pro hero named Iron Claws! Tough guy with short temper vs always tired and rather calm guy. These two definitely create a troublesome duo!

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