#hatoful boyfriend fanfiction

[frowerssx2]

Beyond the Boundaries~

Merry Christmas, Everybridie! This is the first time I have done a Secret Santa exchange! My recipient was @moonvarion. I hope you like this short fanfic I did for you ^_^

Summary: Hiyoko brings a Christmas present that allows Nageki to go beyond the boundaries of his prison which is the library. This Contains spoilers!

Word Count: 2,514

Like always, Nageki woke up in the same corner of the library without the knowledge of how long this "sleep" lasted. They were happening more often now, as they always do in winter. Apparently, ghosts need warmth to appear and having it in the Saint Pigeonation's library was an extremely rare thing. Anyway, at least there was a blanket for him to lie on now. It didn't offer him warmth or any sort of comfort physically. But, it did emotionally. It reminded him that he had good friends who truly cared about him and that was the best feeling in the world. However, it did also bring a strange sense of familiarity Nageki couldn't understand. With a sigh, Nageki stood up and shook both his feathers and wings to loosen them up. He then looked around, wondering what he should do today. After all, it was the Christmas holiday, wasn't it? Everybirdie will be at home celebrating with their families. That thought made Nageki wonder what his family was doing. Surely, he had one. Everybirdie has some sort of family, right? Maybe not made out of genetics, but made out of love and affection. 

"Love is not made by blood, it is made by caring for each other so much that you'd do anything, anything at all, for them"

Somebiridie once told Nageki that. Who was it? Why couldn't he remember them? All he knew about the mysterious bird was that he had a soft and caring voice. If Nageki had to compare it to anything then it would be a hug. Soft, warm, always welcoming, and loving. 

With another big sigh, Nageki walked to the window. Oh...It was snowing pretty badly too, if the forming ice on the glass was anything to go by. If any birdie living went out there they would no doubt freeze to death. Meanwhile, as a ghost, he wouldn't. Not like he wanted to go out there anyway. What would be the point? He wouldn't be able to feel the crackling snow underneath his feet, or the snowflakes that would fall gently and gracefully on his feathers. Suddenly, a flash of blue snapped Nageki out of his depressing thoughts. Was it lightening as well as snowing? Was that even possible? A second flash of blue a few seconds later made him realize that it wasn't happening outside, but inside.

Feeling both confused and curious, Nageki turned just to see beautiful snowflake Christmas decorations flashing above him in soft and calming tones of sunset orange. Nageki watched as the light nearest to him flashed then the one after it, then so on, causing him to feel tempted to follow it. But, could he? Was it safe? Curiosity killed the cat after all...

But, not a ghost…

Nothing in this world could kill a ghost. Well, not to his knowledge anyway. 

The lights flashed again, so beautifully that Nageki threw all caution out of the window and began to follow them. They had to lead somewhere and it was probably a little silly but Nageki hoped it would be somewhere different. Somewhere, he could escape his prison for a while. Somewhere that wouldn’t make him regret his decision to come back here instead of going onto the train with the King and the Migrant.  

He wasn't disappointed when he arrived at the end of the Christmas light trail. As there, stood proudly in the middle of the library was the most magnificent and beautiful Christmas tree he had ever seen. Soft glows of green, blue, red, and orange sparkled between the dark green branches of the Christmas tree. Each one, was as beautiful as the next, illuminating the dark library and the gold tinsel on the tree with the beautiful glow of a rainbow. That wasn't all though. There were stunning baubles shaped like Santa Claus, Christmas trees, candy canes, and round baubles that had faces of snowmen or were gold and red with glitter. But then, one decoration in particular captured his interest, so he slowly and gently reached his right wing to touch it. Now looking closely at it he realized that it was shaped like a N with what looked like shelves with books inside. Immediately, he smiled, his beak opening up to curve at the end. This was obviously a present for him and there was only one friend who knew him this well and cared for him this much and knowing Hiyoko, she wouldn’t do anything like this without leaving some way of communication. With that in mind, Nageki flipped his present over and read the engraving he found there: “Look under the tree, love Hiyoko”

At that moment, Nageki felt his heart flutter like his wings would if he took flight because this could only mean that there could be another present for him, right? That thought made his heart flutter again, this time it wasn’t just because of affection but also because of excitement. He slowly lowered himself down to look underneath the tree to find a literal winter wonderland with figures of snowmen, polar bears, reindeer, Iglu’s, and snow hills and balls. The sight of it made Nageki wish that there was some magical way he could live in this little snow village but, there was a large rectangular-shaped present waiting for him so he was going to pull it out and hold it in his wings.

“I hope you like it, Nageki”

For a second, Nageki thought that Hiyoko’s voice was inside his head because he was reading the card on the present but then he quickly realized there wasn’t one.

But that could only mean…No way…Surely, she wouldn’t…

A turn of the head told Nageki that yes, she totally did. However, he was shocked and rather relieved to see that his human friend wasn’t frozen like an icicle.

“How did you?” Nageki stuttered out wondering if that question would have an answer that would be logical. “That’s not important”

No, of course, it wouldn’t, that would be expecting too much…

“Open your present, I hope you like it” Hiyoko excitedly said, her amber eyes flicking down to the present in Nageki’s wings, shifting closer to him on her knees.

“Go on” she said moving to knock him with her shoulder playfully just to end up falling shoulder first onto the floor which had the Mourning Dove snorting in amusement. How on earth could she possibly forget that he isn’t solid? The embarrassment on Hiyoko’s made it painfully obvious that she was wondering the same thing. But then, that famous smile of hers went on her face as her beautiful eyes flicked to Nageki’s present yet again.

Feeling another flutter within his heart, Nageki slowly opened his present with his wings. Feeling thankful that Christmas wrapping paper was so delicate that even a ghost could get into it without much effort. Plus, the fact that Hiyoko didn't go overboard with the Sellotape did help matters a lot. Underneath the dark green paper that was littered with red and white candy canes and ginger beard men was a large book named:

[The Christmas Village within the mountains]

The picture on the cover was of a beautiful wooden cottage covered in a small amount of snow and an unbelievable amount of Christmas decorations. 

Wanting to see what else this book had to offer Nageki slowly opened it to the first page, Hiyoko shifting closer to him as he did so. Together they looked down at the picture of the welcoming sign of the village. It was truly beautiful. Faux Holly vines were wrapped around the poles and travelled across the top of the sign where artificial mistletoe and red and white flowers. On the next page was a footpath covered by thick snow and surrounded by pine trees which also was covered in snow but also gold and red tinsel and baubles. Not only that, but between the trees were hanging snowflakes, stars, and flags. The footpath itself was surprisingly decorated too. It wasn't much. Just a trail of gold, green and red strings travelling upwards beside large deep footprints that were obviously made by heavy snow boots. All of this together made Nageki wonder what was at the end of this winter Christmas trail. Luckily, the answer was on the next page. 

So, he turned it...

Waiting for him were pictures of a wonderful village square that had rows and rows of market stalls. Above them were rows of orange circular lights, all of which were like fireflies in the night sky. Then on the next page were close-ups of the stalls, showing off what each one sold. There was one stall selling the most delicious-looking shortbread, cookies, bread, and gingerbread in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Another one sold stunning handmade Christmas decorations and stockings. Another sold toys and teddies. Then there was one that sold clothes. Another that sold traditional Christmas foods from all over the world. Just when Nageki thought that this page couldn’t get any better, he discovered that there was a little round sticker in the corner of each picture.

“What is this for?” He asked Hiyoko in confusion, wondering what on earth would happen if he rubbed at the sticker like it told him to. “Oh! This is really cool!” Hiyoko answered excitedly, rubbing the sticker so quickly and with so much strength that Nageki worried she would somehow find a way to find a fire. Thankfully, she didn’t. However, she still did something strange which was to sniff her arm with a hungry groan.

Okay…That was…Odd…

“You smell, Nageki!” Hiyoko then said to him holding her battered arm in front of him, her quick movement causing him to flinch backwards. But now, he was just staring at her arm in absolute confusion. That certainly wasn’t a normal request. Yet again, when did Hiyoko and a normal conversation go hand in hand? Almost everything the human did was bizarre, impossible, confusing, or somehow all three.

“Go on, it smells delicious!” Her arm smelt delicious? How did that even make any sense? This was definitely a conversation that was all those three things. “Hurry before it goes!”

Wanting this conversation to make some sense, Nageki slowly smelt Hiyoko’s arm. It was the strangest thing he has ever done but it was almost the greatest. He smelt her arm again and hummed. The smell of sugar-covered shortbread filled his nostrils, the smell was so alluring, and intoxicating that it made his stomach rubble which should have been impossible because of the whole ghost thing. It also made him wish that he could stick out his tongue and taste the incredible food. Not on Hiyoko’s arm of course, because that would be totally weird. But on the page…That thought made him look down at the other pictures and see what their circles contained. The clothing stall had a small circle made out of the softest material Nageki had ever felt. The toy stall circle had a small bird paper toy that flapped its wings if you pulled the paper lever.

Then came the next page, on it was a game where you had to decorate the picture of the Christmas tree that was sat in the middle of the market square stalls. Nageki couldn’t remember the last time he decorated a tree but somehow, he could remember that he always did it with somebiridie else. Somebiridie who he cared for and so, he shifted closer to Hiyoko so they could do it together. When the tree was decorated it wasn’t as dramatic or exquisite as the one in the library, but it was theirs and that is what made it special and perfect. Nageki wasn’t surprised at all, he and Hiyoko has always made a great team. This was proven yet again when they turned to the next page as it ended up being four different Find the Hidden Objects game that were in different locations in the village as they ended up finding all of them easily.

Then came a normal photo album of the rest of the village showcasing the school, hospital, church, shops, huts, shacks, and houses. All of them as beautiful as the next. All of them going overboard with Christmas decorations. Then came the famous mountain of the village, the photos taking you up the trail mile by mile until finally, the photographer reached the top. The view was astonishing. There was nothing but cloud after cloud, the lights of the village below reflecting through them so wonderfully.

“I wish that I was there” Hiyoko said to him, stretching out her arms as she did so “I want to feel the cold wind underneath my arms” “I do too” “So, let’s do it!”

Before he could even figure out a reply to that Hiyoko was gone, returning seconds later with a large desk fan, she turned it on to the highest speed which caused the branches of the large Christmas tree in front of them to rustle angrily. But, it was perfect. Nageki stood up, closed his eyes, stretched out his wings, and leaned forward a little. Like this, he could pretend he was above that mountain and embracing the powerful winds. Winds that made him feel so free. He just wanted to flap his wings and fly above those clouds in the picture. But, no matter how powerful his imagination was, Nageki already knew he couldn’t. That didn’t mean he couldn’t just enjoy the feel though. Flying for birds was a natural thing that they all took for granted, none of them embracing how much fun it could be.

After what seemed like an eternity, Nageki folded his light brown wings back into his side, in response to the rustling sound they made Hiyoko turned off the fan.

“Thanks, Hiyoko, that was amazing…This book is amazing” “It doesn’t stop there!” Hiyoko smiled brilliantly, moving to get the backpack that has apparently been sitting beside her all this time to pull out a large plastic food container.

“I asked Mr Nanaki to make us the food in this book. It took four months, three house fires, and one food-tasting trail with Miru and Kaku for him to get it right”

“Hiyoko…That is very thoughtful but I’m a ghost, I can’t eat”

“Yeah but you can smell, and if you understand a smell well enough then you can taste it” she replied and even though Nageki didn’t know how he felt about that logic, he didn’t have the heart to argue or question it.

“Alright, I will try…What else do you have?” “I’m glad you asked! I’ve got two travel books in my backpack and I thought we’d travel through the world together underneath this tree while we or rather I eat” “Let the adventure begin” Nageki smiled wishing for the first time that night that he was indeed solid because right now, he’d give anything to snuggle beside Hiyoko while she showed him the world beyond the library.

For now, though, he’ll just enjoy this new adventure beyond his boundaries with her…

….Fin….   

[donuts4evry1]

hi so i caved and ended up writing a shitty oneshot with my favourite imagined character dynamic in Hatoful Boyfriend: Kenzaburou Urushihara and Albert Alain Aklan.

im bad at writing, stubbornly against proofreading, and i haven't played hatoful boyfriend in a hot minute. sorry for any mistakes i made.

Word Count: 636 words

The winter season marked a busy time in Torimi Cafe, with birdies flocking the cafe to escape the cold with a piping hot cup of coffee or a freshly baked slice of cake.

Kenzaburou often found himself exhausted these days, barely keeping up with the constant flow of customers. Sure he had hired help, but the store could still be quite overwhelming. His mind wandered back to the summertime, when an energetic human girl worked the temporary position at the cafe. The days were full of calm bliss and, near the end , turbulent romance. Azami and Rabu were still regulars, though he unfortunately couldn't devote enough time to the couple as he would've liked (at least he was able to attend their wedding back in the fall).

It was one particularly late night, near Christmas-time, that one of his odder customers came in- a stiff, quiet crow by the name of Albert Aklan. His hired help had taken the day off to spend time with family, and the cafe was practically empty. Despite the cafe being comfortably heated, a chilly air always seemed to surround Albert, long after the door closed and the winter wind dissipated. Still, Kenzaburou never felt unnerved by the crow. Perhaps it was just a consequence of living as long as he had- nothing could really surprise him anymore. Or, perhaps, he felt a sort of kinship with the bird. Unlike many of his regulars, Albert didn't have a tendency to chat. He simply sat in a lonely corner of the cafe, quietly sipping his coffee and blankly staring to nowhere.

At this point, no words needed to be exchanged between the two birds. Kenzaburou had long memorized his preferred order: one cup of medium roast coffee, black, made hot enough to cause somewhat serious burns if one wasn't careful (this was found out by complete accident, but Kenzaburou had quietly observed Albert subtly enjoy his coffee more when it was extremely hot). The barred parakeet had the drink out within a matter of seconds, though when Albert held out some money to pay, Kenzaburou shook his head.

"It's on the house. Think of it as a thanks for your extended patronage."

Perplexed, Albert took his coffee. "… Thank you." He said simply, storing the money back into his pocket.

After that, the cafe stood in silence for a long while. Albert, predictably, sipped his coffee while staring out into the gently falling snow, while Kenzaburou continued packing up the cafe for closing time. It was messier than he would've liked, but the surprise afternoon rush left him ill-equipped to clean up properly in-between orders.

"You missed a spot, here." Albert had suddenly materialized at the front counter, producing a tissue and cleaning liquid from who knows where. Kenzaburou was much too exhausted to be startled, instead nodding his head slightly at the crow. "I suppose you're right. It's been a rather long day, I'm making mistakes I wouldn't usually make… Odd that you found it all the way from your corner, though."

"It was unseemly to look at." He wiped the stain off of the counter, with an unusual speed and gracefulness that Kenzaburou hadn't quite seen before.

"You know, Albert, if you'd like a job here, I have an opening next spring…" He half-joked, after Albert had put away his cleaning supplies. Where did he get those, anyway…?

"I'm fine. But thank you." The crow declined, respectfully. He placed his cup on the counter, and without saying anything more, left the cafe.

As he finished up cleaning up the cafe for the rest of the night, Kenzaburou couldn't help but wonder what his mysterious crow customer was hiding behind his cool, quiet demeanor. It was unlikely that he would ever know, but perhaps that was a part of Albert's charm.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

who's your fave BSD character and why?

what's your fave work of fiction?

Oppenheimer or Barbie?

Do you write OG stories too?

In your fanfictions, would you rather write fluff or angst?

do you have a best friend?

when writing, do you focus on plot first or characters first?

also how do you do such good analyses on characters with barely any screentime JFIRGR is that like a psych major thing? hehe anyways..

laast question: do you have a pet? TT and what's one problem (external or internal) that you want to fix in your life?

(lmao those are two last questions but uhm, yeah.)

(sorry for the rambles, im just bored and rlly curious TT)

Oh hello! It’s cool I don’t mind!

Favourite BSD character: This is really tricky because every time I think I have a favourite I remember something really cool about another character… I don’t think there’s a single character who I don’t find interesting. In terms of writing I really like Kyouka, Mushitarou, and Akutagawa. Atsushi I would actually hang out with and I am prepared to defend as an excellent protagonist. I also really like Yosano, Chuuya, Teruko, Ranpo, and Odasaku! Also my extremely overlooked fave is H. G. Wells from 55 Minutes… I love her so much she’s so cool…

Favourite work of fiction: Hmm… you know I’m honestly not sure I could pick a favourite. I’ve read a lot of stuff and watched a lot of things… however for the purposes of this blog I have been overrun by Trigun emotions and Hatoful Boyfriend had a death grip on me for most of high school.

Barbenheimer: Probably I’ll go see Barbie at some point. I actually don’t watch a lot of movies but this one seems pretty cool!

Do you write OG stories: Ohh how do I answer this…? Yes 100%. I have so many original plots in my head, and I have tried to write them several times. I have one ongoing right now on my side blog called The Capture of Light… I’ve been very slow to update but it’s there. My oldest story that I’ve been working on is a series called the Interworld… I’ve been working on it and revising it since I was 13. I worry it’s too needlessly convoluted though. The problem is that I’m never satisfied so I keep scrapping and restarting it… so can I really say I write them? :/

Fluff or angst: Angst all the way. I like to write suffering, but I generally will write in a bittersweet hopeful ending. :) Depends on what’s tonally appropriate though.

Best friend: Yes I do have a best friend! I’ve known her for 9 years now. She’s actually on here; her account is @doodle-storm. She doesn’t update a lot but I’m sure she’d appreciate it if you checked out her art or said hi. :)

Plot or characters first: I make a rough plot outline with key points I have to get to, then I make detailed character notes and designs. The way I see it, the best way to make sure your plot stays cohesive is to make sure you know your character’s motives at all times. That way, even if the plot winds up changing a bit, I still have a good idea of how the characters will react, no matter what situation I put them into. If I can transplant them into any random scene or situation and know how they’ll respond, I feel comfortable that I know them well enough to write.

Analyses: Hahaha, honestly the psych knowledge helps but… I think that might just be me. I’ve kind of always done stuff like this it’s just now I have people who actually read it instead of telling me to shut up ehehe. I think the key is to isolate the main themes of the story. A good story will have its characters all model or echo these themes in some way. From there, it’s a lot easier to read character motivations, even if they don’t have a lot of screen time. Another important thing to remember is “explanation not justification”. You should be able to explain the motive behind a character’s actions. This does not mean they’re justified. This really helps with analyzing villains or morally grey characters. It also helps you to understand people in real life!

Pets: None unfortunately. 😞 If I weren’t allergic to cats I would have a cat though. I love cats. They also tend to headbutt my legs a lot so I think they tend to like me too. I have to resist the urge to pet them every time. …I fail. Every time. I go home and sneeze for two hours with itchy eyes. It was worth it.

Problem I wish I could fix in my life: Well I have some mental health problems so I guess I wish I could. Not have those. Yeah. I’m looking for support about it. I’m trying. Hehe.

This was fun! Thank you! Can I shoot some of these questions back at you? I’d love to hear your answers! :D

[hcshannon]

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Freakazoid and DuckTales. The story should use brainwashing as a plot device!

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

Kaku takes a fall in the infirmary, and Shuu sees it as a teaching opportunity.

Hatoful Boyfriend || Shuu, Miru & Kaku, Yuuya || Skinned knees and First Aid Lessons

[chizurunageki]

Dignified Burning (Hatoful Boyfriend Fanfiction)

I dug up something and decided I should post it. I don’t write fanfiction very often.

TW: uhhhh suicide 

Also, major spoilers for BBL.

They’re dying. They’re all dying. Dropping like dominoes, they die and die and die. This shouldn’t be happening. Why is this happening? Why are they all dying? Why was he involved? Nonononononono

Another human falls dead on the floor in front of him. Nageki lets out a shrill scream. Shuu looks at him quizzically. “What is wrong, Fujishiro?” he asks, with a slight smirk on his beak. Nageki shakes his head back and forth before responding with a swift “I’m fine.”

If he had never gone to St. Pigeonations, this would never be happening. He would still be at home with Hitori. He would be sick but… anything is better than this. Neither he nor Hitori could have predicted the horrors that would come out of St. Pigeonations. Shuu leaves the room, grumbling about forgetting his notebook. Upon leaving his sight, Nageki frantically looks around. He has to do something to stop this. Anything. As his eyes flit around the room, something catches his gaze. Gasoline and a lighter. Why these were down here, he doesn’t know. Only one thought fills his mind: He needs to die.

I don’t want to die… I don’t want to do this… I really don’t want to die… I want to live and see Hitori again, I want to go back to how things were before. But I have to stop this! I can’t let anyone else die. I don’t think I can take it if I see another human die… I have to do this. I don’t want to, but I don’t have to. Hitori, please… save me. Save me, I don’t want to die! I want this to end!

Nageki slips out of the chair he is sitting on as quietly as possible and walks over to the items. Taking a deep breath, he unscrewed the lid to the gasoline and began pouring it on the floor. Upon hearing noise in the room next door, he stiffened, afraid that Shuu would walk in at any moment. He could walk in at any moment. So he had to finish this quickly.

Hitori… Hitori please… please save me… take me back to where we before, when I could be around humans and they wouldn’t die. Please Hitori, I don’t want to die! I never wanted this! I just wanted to be with you! I never wanted to burden you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry Hitori I’m sorry I’m sorry imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry

Nageki quickly dumps the rest of the can of gasoline on himself, and grabs the lighter. With this… everything will be over… no more humans will have to die. Everything will work out. Everyone will be saved. In a swift motion with his beak, he whips the cap off the lighter and drops it into the gasoline. It’s hot. There’s fire everywhere. Hitori… Hitori please… this is so painful I don’t want to do this… Hitori please! I know you can’t hear me but.. please….  Nageki screams once again, crying out his lament to the heavens. At that moment, Shuu bursts into the room.

“Nageki what i-” he stops in his tracks, his eyes wide with shock. The lab was burning. Nageki was burning. The experiment… the experiment was burning. Suddenly, Shuu is pushed into the room by a bird from behind.

“NAGEKI! NAGEKI WHERE ARE YOU???” screams the newcomer.

Hitori… he… he came…. But… it’s too late… Hitori I’m sorry I’m so sorry I don’t want to die I don’t want to die I don’t want to die HITORI savemesavemesaveme hitori imsorry please i dontwantodie please hitori

The scent of smoke is overwhelming, and Nageki can feel this skin underneath his feathers blistering. A flaming bird at the precipice of death. The pain is almost unbearable. Screams and shouts can be heard, but Nageki can barely comprehend them. The pain is fading. A weird sense of peacefulness envelops Nageki, and he knows that the next time he closes his eyes he will be dead. 

Hitori… I’m sorry… Please forgive me….

[snarkyscribe21]

I was speaking to a friend of mine recently that just got into Hatoful Boyfriend, finished the true ending and thought immediately upon completion "I know someone that writes fanfic. I read fanfic. I'm gonna request a fic because this was great and I want more."

Long story short they requested I work on a crossover between BNHA and Hatoful Boyfriend for whatever reason she thinks those will meld well.

I'm stumped.

Confused.

Like, I've written fanfic for years under a username I won't disclose and have been working pretty recently under a new one, but why these two fandoms? I'm still gonna give a good go at writing it no matter how ridiculous I personally think it is because it seems fun, but why? I really don't know what to do, especially considering she didn't have even a vague idea of what she wanted or was imagining when she put those two together.

Did you want a protag swap? Turn UA into a school for intelligent bird heroes? Have the rise of Quirks play out along the A(H5N1) virus and go from there? Did you want the birds to have Quirks? Make Deku die a slow death at the hands of his ill childhood friend only to have his body dismembered and placed into print boxes?

I'm lost.

[bittersweet-au]

Behold, something (kind of) new is coming...

Hello Hatoful Boyfriend community. I am Kiro. Again!

Last year I made the blog @kazushuu (It’s really crazy that an entire year has passed since then) and initially I didn’t have much thought put into it, and was making stuff up along with the asks... Then my hyperfixation on Hatoful went from 70% to 170% and I developed an entire AU dedicated to rewriting Hatoful Boyfriend. Not in a “I’m gonna fix Hatoful’s plot holes” way but mostly in a “I am lonely and crave self indulgent headcanons” way. But fixing plot holes also.

Thus came the Shrine AU. A timeline whose basis is “Shuu ended up seeing Ryouta and Hiyoko on the street on the day of that terrorist attack, but turned away, and never asked Ryouta for his wish... prompting him to lead a more depressing and remorseful life.” And thus a butterfly effect is caused, and Nageki didn’t die, Kazuaki never died, but! Hitori still developed narcolepsy, and there is a strange inverted mirror-reflection happening between Kazuaki and Hitori. A perfect neutral between the happenings of Holiday Star and MIRROR’s storylines.

--And on April Fools this year I made the blog @hitotohri which has been a shitty little ask blog for Hitori and Tohri as “no homo boyfriends” meanwhile kazushuu was about Shuu and Kazuaki as “yes homo boyfriends”.

And then I decided to start writing... stories that take the story back to the very beginning of the year, before Shuu and Kazuaki become boyfriends. I’ve been uploading chapters here and there, showing the point of views of Shuu, Kazuaki, the students, and some other stuff... Basically I decided to take my shipping game a step higher and write an entire novel dedicated to the partridge and the quail’s love story. There are also some fix-it elements to Anghel’s character and somewhat to Nageki, Kazuaki, and his childhood, even the Ichijou situation. So I hope that even if you’re not a full-on ShuuKazu shipper, you can still enjoy it to some extent. The most niche pairing in Hatoful receives its own ““novel””. Because I am that much of a simp.

So now... I decided to take all this scattered and disorganized mess and combine it into something neater. Behold! ...This blog!

This is an askblog for Shuu, Kazuaki, Hitori, and Tohri, from my fanfiction series, which will update along with new chapters of the fanfiction, and you may or may not impact the way the story will flow! Or you can just call Shuu a gay baby and make me draw his reaction.

The more in-depth about page is here, the rules page is here, the muses are here, and the fanfic series itself... is here!

Because yeah, you kind of have to read all the chapters that have been written thus far to be up-to-date with the plot. it’s like an ARG but not mysterious. Please dont fret, there are only 11 chapters so far... 52k words... I mean, you don’t gotta get into the plot if you just want to call Shuu a gay baby. I GUESS.

maybe this’ll be a complete failure and i’ll just retreat onto the old pseudo-askblog pseudo-rp pseudo-send me hatoful art requests format. but hey it’s worth a try.

Also, I renamed the AU from “Shrine” to “BitterSweet” because that certainly fits the story better. But because I’ve used it for so long and it still sounds catchy, I’ll still call these AU hc-based characters “Shrine Shuu” “Shrine Hitori” etc.

anyway feel free to ask the dudes whatever you feel is relevant! assume that the current status is; right after the recent chapter “Relevation!”

[frowerssx2]

Precious things in Jars...

If you asked him, Shuu Iwamine would deny that he was sentimental. But yet, he has a basement filled with his most precious possessions. 

Word count: 4,060

Trigger warnings: spoilers, horror, Blood and Gore, character death, cannibalism (read at your own risk and let me know if there are anymore triggers)

Habit, routine, and organisation were the three things that were a constant comfort for Shuu, he never enjoyed it when things didn’t go to plan or when things didn’t do what they were meant to. Because of this, the creaking of his basement door that announced its opening, then the low buzz of the light switch that always struggled to explode light, pleased and settled him.

This entrance was always the same which made it so wonderful.

Slowly, not out of habit or routine, but because his right leg decided to be more of an annoyance than it normally was, Shuu walked down into the dark, damp, and slightly dusty room underneath his apartment that was barely illuminated by the deep orange single light bulb that was simply hung from a wire.

Ah, this small room, it was his sanctuary, his workshop, and where he has collected some trophies over the years. It was rare for him to admire these trophies, but today he felt rather nostalgic, he wasn’t sure why but he wanted to revisit the memories and emotions that were connected to a few of them.

With this in mind, Shuu turned his head to look at the right far corner of the room, the sight of two white hybrid creatures sitting obediently in the play area he created for them, made his beak form a gentle fatherly smile. They were now preparing to play with their animal teddies he got them a year ago. Mayo, a Red fox teddy for Miru, and Tao, a Red Panda teddy for Kaku. They always did this when he turned on the fairy lights on the wall and put on instrumental Christmas music for them. However, he shook his head, there was no time to get distracted by them, goodness knows they already took enough of his time, and sometimes their requirements exhausted him and tasted his patience. No, it was better to do what he wished now while they were content and distracted. Though, saying that, Shuu did allow them a quick gentle stroke of his wing. It was a comforting touch, a touch they have all grown to, a touch that has also become another comforting habit.

 After seeing Miru and Kaku’s identical smiles, Shuu walked over to his first trophy collection which was a large number of jars that sat in a perfect line across four long shelves. Each shelf held two identical lines, all of which contained what even he had to admit were beautiful, vibrant, and unique feathers. Usually, feathers would be immediately discarded once their owners became corpses since they held no scientific or medical properties that interested him, however, on rare occurrences somebirdie’s plumage triggered his interest and he admired their physical beauty. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had his favourites and these favourites were stored in jars that held his wing prints, not yellowed or dusted with neglect and age, one, in particular, was a pretty faint blue jar and like always, Shuu lifted it from its home to hold it in his stronger left wing. He then pulled out a feather that once belonged to a Red Cardinal, then one that belonged to a Golden Eagle, then the extremely rare feather of a Hooded Pitohui, then boringly a peacock feather and a feather of a Lesser Bird of Paradise,  and then, finally the feather of a green, blue and red Parrot. To store six feathers in one jar when it could easily fit ten was usually a waste of space, but to store these feathers in a tight space that would only prove to destroy their beauty would be a terrible waste. Definitely, since their owners are buried in places Shuu’s minds can’t be bothered to remember, that or they’ve been burnt to a crisp.

 Sometimes, Shuu wonders if Miru and Kaku knew how lucky they are to still be at his side in one piece. Anyway, replacing these six feathers would become either a hassle or an impossibility so it was best if he kept good care of them just like he did with the twins.

“Wait” Shuu muttered, not sure if he was talking to himself or Miru and Kaku who seem to be remembering the rule of being quiet, out of sight, and in one place today. Because of this, Shuu made a mental note to reward them later, but, right now that wasn’t important, not when he suddenly remembered that he had a seventh feather to add to this collection. With that in mind, Shuu walked to his desk where another trophy awaited him but that would wait for a while more, he was sure it wouldn’t mind, after all, when it was once attached to a living being they never minded waiting as they were awfully patient, loud and sometimes enthusiastic but still patient when it came to having his company, so a few more moments apart would not harm it. For now, Shuu picked up the feather that was laid on his desk, sadly this one was a little bit shabby in quality thanks to it being a pen, though he could only blame himself for that. The feather itself wasn’t beautiful nor was it unique, in fact, it was plain and rather ordinary. Now within the jar with the others, this new feather stood out like a brown Horse would do in a herd of Zebra.

 However, this one had significant meaning to it, yes it was a dull white feather of a Fantail Pigeon connected to a pen tip that was blunt due to regular use but it was once connected to a bird who proved to be a rather obedient and loyal puppet for Shuu. It was a great shame to “let him go” a year ago, but the bird was no longer required nor did it prove useful to him anymore and so, he removed them from existence, but kept one feather amongst other things, but he would go through those samples later. He was just pleased that the feather was in his possession again after gifting it away. Shuu knew that it was because of some sort of sickening act of emotional connection that caused him to keep this feather. That and he couldn’t help but think how ironic it was that he had possession of it. Smirking, Shuu placed the jar back where it belonged, then, with a ruffle of his wings, he went to another jar.

Oh, now this one, this one was truly glorious.

Just like with the feathers, this jar had the company of more jars that contained blooded eyes, some of which still had the four veins that formed the central retinal vein still attached. The vein itself was perfectly stringy and lumpy. But not only that, but the irises of the eyes were a gorgeous red. He didn’t know why but there was something about the dead eyes of other birds that thrilled him.

Was it their dead stare?

Was it the whiteness in their eyes that was the obvious sign of the lack of life?

Was it that now dead and dethatched the veins in the sclera were no longer prominent?

Was it the amusing memories of how some of these were removed?

 Whatever the reason, Shuu sat the jar down to get another one filled with eyes. Unlike the others, these weren’t kept so he could admire their beauty, he stored these for an entirely different reason...

With a hum that could be mistaken for a hungry growl, Shuu picked up a random jar and took out an eye. By now the eye would have lost all moisture but Shuu took excellent care of everything he owed. The twins would no doubt agree if he asked them but they were being oh so wonderfully obedient today that it would be pointless to disturb them. But, with them being distracted by their new toys, Shuu could pop his delicious treat in his beak. With a groan full of pleasure, Shuu used his tongue to roll the eye around his beak, he did this so he could taste every last bit of it. Then, he rolled it to the tip of his beak and bit down. Immediately, juices burst into his mouth with a loud pop, the burn of those juices going down his throat was truly intoxicating. 

If not, terribly addictive...

With another groan, Shuu chewed the squishy but slightly firm meat in his beak until it became a reasonable size for swallowing. 

 Now, this was a treat Shuu could happily enjoy. However, he couldn't continue, not if he wished to enjoy the other meal that was currently cooling down him on his surgical table. With that in mind, Shuu placed the jar down to run his eyes over the other jars, unlike the shelves with the feathers, these shelves stored more than eyes. There were tongues, beaks, legs, wings, and dead bird fetuses. The latter not filling Shuu with any guilt whatsoever as these “children” were created for scientific research or he has ownership of them due to the fact they were donated to him by means he would rather not explain. Of course, as expected, the sight of these caused Miru and Kaku to become rather uncomfortable, well, most of Shuu’s collection did, hence why they were placed in a corner that was far away as possible, a fact they have frequently thanked him for. Though, there weren't just organs on this section of shelves as it was also the temporary home of a jar that contained something different. With a soft smile, Shuu gently ran his feather tips across the jar's face. The rather large clump of white, fuzzy fur within this jar was more than precious. It was an impossible and valuable sample from two unclassified hybrid creatures. No, this fur was not precious, it was marvelous. 

 How terribly lucky he was to have these samples.

But, what a pity that he had absolutely no idea what to do with them and where to store them. This valuable sample should not be stored with mere organs that could easily be replaced. After all, if he took too many fur samples Miru and Kaku would become more hideously cute than they already were. Not only that but Shuu has grown too fond of them to defur them so horribly.

Damn those children for accessing a part of his heart that should have been forbidden and impossible to get to. 

 With a frustrated sigh and a low-spoken curse, Shuu decided to open his large box freezer. Just to smile at the sight of jars in clear plastic freezer bags that were neatly stacked within in organized lines. One line was for hearts, another for lungs, another for pancreases, then kidneys, stomachs, and so on. These items were easily replaceable yet extremely important to contain as these were the main tools in his experiments and surgeries. But, of course, like always, there was a line of jars that were truly marvellous as they contained brains. Stacks of brains which was a constant supply of research and experimental material, though, now he looked at it, Shuu was rather disappointed at his collection.

The fact all of these brains belonged to birds truly displeased him.

A medical genius like him who held incredible skill and knowledge shouldn’t be this limited!

He shouldn’t only possess these simple brains!

No...It wasn’t enough

“That is where you come in my dear” Shuu said turning around to pick up the jar that has been forgotten by him ever since he entered this room.

The sight of a human brain floating in his homemade liquid that proved to reduce the time in the decaying progress for organs, made him smile with pride. Finally, he has received an extremely valuable, rare, and thrilling research material that was worthy of his time, skill, and learning abilities.

Oh...

How he couldn’t wait to cut into this brain...

 “Thank you, Miss Tosaka” Shuu spoke in a low and seductive whisper that would have made the human girl shiver with a nervous, if not aroused shiver. 

But now...

The idiotic, stubborn, and energetic girl wouldn't react to anything he did or to anything he said.

Not unless he tilted the jar that contained her head in a certain way anyway. Though, any moment caused the girl's head to nod. It was awfully pleasant to always get consent to do the things he wished with her body. The very body that was currently laid on the metal surgery table. By now, the chest has already been skillfully split open, and everything that once called it home has been either stored, researched, experimented on, or eaten. Shuu found it very ironic every time he placed a slice of her meat in his mouth, no doubt that the girl had a childish and naive schoolgirl crush on him and wanted to explore his mouth. Though, perhaps she didn't what it to be by the means of becoming food. 

But, she couldn't blame him now could she?

He gave her plenty of warnings of his dangerous and callous behaviour and yet she ignored them all. 

It was not his fault that he decided to reward her exhausting stubbornness by these means. 

Not like he minded, her death was quick and now she belonged to him.

There wasn't anything else more satisfying. Because now he could do as he pleased. 

 Suddenly, his stomach rumbled so Shuu placed the jar with the girl's head down, and walked over to the meal he prepared himself a few moments ago. His mouth watered at the sight of small potatoes, beans, and what unknowing birds would call four slices of pork. But this was no pork. Oh no, this meat came from the same source as his beloved feather pen. Using his right wing and a meat knife, Shuu cut the meat, watching as the brilliant red liquid of blood poured onto his plate. Then, with another delighted hum, he slowly ate the meat. 

It was divine and cooked to perfection.

“I don't know why you were so displeased, Miss Tosaka” Shuu began glazing at her head once again, then with a smirk, he took another bite “Hmm…After all…Sakazaki does tastes rather…Marvelous”

While Yuuya Sakazaki was indeed a loyal and obedient puppet, he lost his worth and use as soon as he graduated, due to this Shuu saw no reason for his existence anymore. The boy’s death was quick since he didn’t fight back, which was wonderful, it was always so fantastic when Shuu’s prey doesn’t fight back. Plus, Sakazaki proved to be more useful in death than he was in life as he was food and research material. Why Tosaka couldn’t understand that was beyond Shuu, what with her being an Omnivore, he thought she understand the thrill of killing other living things and tasting their rich and smooth blood. But perhaps, the fact that she once knew and held a pleasant conversation with the thing she was eating was too much for her.

But, it wasn’t as if she was performing the act of cannibalism.

No, that was him and he didn’t mind. What better place to get fresh, healthy, and delicious meat than your own infirmary?

 It was almost three months ago now when Yuuya’s life came to an end, Tosaka was more recent, a mere month to be specific. Sakazaki was buried within the grounds of the mansion his beloved brother owned. Shuu did this for his own amusement because that is one place Sakazaki wanted to go but was forbidden to.

Now thanks to Shuu, the boy could stay within the grounds undisturbed.

Meanwhile, due to his busy schedule, Hiyoko Tosaka was still laid on his surgery table, undressed with her head missing, the entire length of her chest split open, the cut going as far as where her uterus awaited him. The sight of it was too tempting; it pulled him in like a moth to a light, and he willingly went to it with a rustle of his wings. He then turned to look at Tosaka’s face, having to turn her jar slightly more to the left so she could watch, though, she wasn’t the only observer Shuu wanted now, was it? Not when two hybrid creatures were obediently sat in the corner. Moving quickly, Shuu collected them, already knowing they would not argue or refuse his command. How they were always so curious about his work was probably one of the reasons he has gotten so attached to them.

“Don’t move” he told Miru and Kaku once they were sat on a nearby surface, he would hate it if one of them fell since that would cause unnecessary hassle and exhaustion for him. Now with an audience, one of which he has grown used to, Shuu dug his wings into the corpse of one Hiyoko Tosaka. He then searched for that uterus he still needed to remove, purposely dragging his feather tips across the muscles and veins underneath her skin. Though, now with the warmth of her body gone along with her blood, performing an Organ Procurement no longer held the satisfaction it once did.

No, now the procedure was simply a requirement.

 With disappointment threatening to overwhelm him, Shuu quickly removed and jarred the reminding human organs. He then carried them to his second box freezer.

This one might be larger than the first but it stored less research material, some of which were very valuable. With a click of the lock, Shuu lifted the lid, and a burst of a cold shill made him ruffle his feathers again.

How he hated the cold.

Soon though, a smirk appeared on his face as his eyes roamed this second box freezer.

Oh yes…This freezer truly held the most extraordinary and rare samples, all separated into organized sections. One section held the blood, feathers, brain, and liver of a bird who could drag other birds into his hallucinations, the very hallucinations that made Shuu his mortal emery. A fact that got him killed, cut up, and so wonderfully stored two months ago. A time frame, Shuu had to admit was too long for him to still have the corpse. As for now, Mr Akagi, or as he always preferred to be called Higure, was crumpled into the right corner of the freezer behind the jars of his samples. At first glance, one could mistake that the boy was kneeling to do some bizarre and idiotic prayer.

That was until one court the sight of his opened, empty chest, skull, and eye sockets.

Yes, the corpse was rather battered now, but it has granted Shuu much research and knowledge. With Higure’s samples who knows what he could do, what medicines he could create that may or may not aid diseases and health cures. Without knowing where the samples come from, and of course, without seeing this corpse, others will no doubt marvel and praise Shuu for his incredible work that could change the world.

“Perhaps I should burn you, after all, an “angel” like yourself will not be very welcomed in hell now would you?” Shuu muttered with small laughter, ah yes, that is what he shall do with this corpse. To rid yourself of the unholy servant of the devil just as witches, one must burn them and send them back to their home.

Yes, a bomb fire in a random neighbour was overdue.

 With a new plan in mind, Shuu lowered his newest samples down in the section that belonged to Tosaka, pleased to see the many jars lining the floor of the freezer. By now, the section above hers that once belonged to Sakazaki was now becoming empty, though, the section that belonged to a pair of birds who are now a species that has gone extinct remained. There was a simple reason for this and that was the fact Shuu did not hold the skill to research them yet.

Destroying these samples would be devastating since they were the only ones in the world and Shuu was lucky enough to have access to them so he will not let a slip of his left wing destroy them!

No, these samples can wait.

Though, they did remind him of the fact that he had these bird's eyes sat in a small and circular glass coffee jar.

Picking the jar up made Shuu smile, it was a genuine smile full of warmth and affection. These eyes are the source of happy and cherished memories. Feeling a strange warmth, Shuu put down the jar, and turned to walk toward Miru and Kaku. He was suddenly in a good mood and didn’t he make a mental note to reward them for their good behaviour? After all, making the twins happy made him happy. It helped that Miru and Kaku didn’t require much. They never did ask or demand anything from him. Not a personality change, not his money or knowledge, not to improve his health, nothing they asked for nothing.

This made him love them like his children

“Twins-” Shuu began, walking over to Miru and Kaku, an idea of how to reward them coming to mind, it was simple action but something they will no doubt enjoy after spending so much time down here in what they always called a “creepy basement”.

“Why, don’t we go back upstairs? You can sit on the windowsill and play that ridiculous game of eye-spy you enjoy so much while I make us some cookies” Shuu said to the twins, his tone becoming soft and tender that shockingly came naturally for him. But, he has always treated these two with tenderness and affection. Allowing himself to smile, not caring how obvious it was to see how much he cared for these hybrid children, Shuu stood in front of them.

With them, he could be himself and they would not care

He could conduct what other birds call unethical, horrific, and brutal experiments and the twins will still love him and he shared the emotion, he truly did.

“Let’s go” he spoke again in what could easily be described as a comforting and loving fatherly tone, knowing that the twins would lift up their flipper-like arms eagerly before becoming deafening loud due to their excitement.

 Or at least, they would have done, if they were still capable of movement and speech...    

 Instead, they sat frozen in place, with their flipper arms beside their small furry bodies, beaks stitched and wired to make their usual brilliant and welcoming smiles. Their insides carefully removed, their perfectly cleaned and preserved fur carved into this beautiful and never-ending mould.

Like this, Miru and Kaku shall never grow up which meant Shuu didn’t have to risk the chance of being left alone again.

Like this, he would have their constant company forever,

Like this, the twins will not misbehave nor will they cause him headaches or stress.

Like this, controlling them was so much easier but most of all...

 Now, that they were like this, they will stay with him forever and be a family that never separates, it was truly wonderful.

After all, wasn’t that what they wanted?

Softly and gently, Shuu picked up the two creatures and walked back up the stairs feeling very thankful that he learned the art of taxidermy to preserve the twins so beautifully.

“There” he cooed with a soft tone, ruffling Miru and Kaku’s fur on top of their head in an affectionate way once he placed them on the window shelf as promised. They always enjoyed doing this, even now in this state. What with their eyes replaced by black buttons, a bald spot covered by Faux white fur that was slightly off.

 How lucky they were not to constantly be stored down in a basement they hated or in a small, claustrophobic, and cold jar. But no, while Shuu did indeed store precious materials and samples in jars, these two now extinct, on-No, two-of-a-kind and joyful specimens that brought him a strange familiar comfort deserved better than a mere jar, they deserved to be with him always. Just how they were, frozen in a never-ending happiness.

 Perhaps, after eating those meat-filled cookies, Shuu could go hunting for more precious things to put in jars...

 ….Fin….

(Any feedback would be truly appreciated. Also grammer and punctuation corrections are also really appreciated since I have dyslexia and would love to learn how to improve my writing)

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[to-mourn-a-mourning-dove]

why hello there. i have played hatoful boyfriend and it altered my brain chemistry permanently. im less hyperfixated on it as of this edit (june 7, 2024) but i still enjoy a good bird every now and again

spoilers are NOT tagged on this blog. proceed with caution.

i ship stuff like hitori/nageki, sakuya/yuuya, ryuuji/shuu, shuu/nageki, and hitori/kazuaki (original). i will ship anything and everything! PLEASE block me if ur not comfy with that. it will make both our internet experiences better.

non-suspicious link here so that tumblr shadow bans this post!!!!

tag system under the cut

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content warnings

#incest — for incestuous pairings like sakuya/yuuya & nageki/hitori

#age gap — for pairings between a child & adult like nageki/shuu

#gore — umbrella tag for gore, including tiny things like blood & death

#cannibalism — this will include humans eating birds and vice versa

#whump — torture, abusive relationships, any sort of harmful relationship between characters

main characters

#hiyoko tosaka

#ryouta kawara

#sakuya shirogane

#nageki fujishiro

#yuuya sakazaki

#shuu iwamine

#okosan

#anghel higure

#hitori uzune

#kazuaki-kun — the original kazuaki (link breaks on mobile)

#kazuaki nanaki — posts for both or either of them

side characters

#azami koshiba

#ryuuji kawara

#tohri nishikikouji

#leone jb

#miru and kaku

#albert alain alkan

alter egos

#professor nanaki — hitori, but blonde

#the king — kazuaki in his villain arc

#kageki - shadow nageki/the guy haunting hitori

#souma isa — shuu, but with shorter hair

#the king au — characters who are NOT kazuaki dressed as/playing the role of the king

#absolute zero — designs from absolute zero

content

#thoughts — general tag for original posts with thoughts, rambles, theories, etc

#writing — my fanfiction & snippets of what i'm working on

#art — any fanart i make (currently nonexistent)

#shitpost — non-hatoful shitposts i reblog to claim as a character

#birds — real-life birds tagged as characters

#reblog — usually for reblogging other's fanart

#moas — reblogs/reposts of moa's art

#damus — reblogs/reposts of damurushi's art

#good post — someone else's analysis of a character that i really like

ships

my ship tags are REALLLYY inconsistent, the only ones that im good about taggings are #quail boyfriends and #fantailcest, everything else is either untagged or tagged weird

[donuts4evry1]

i wish i was good at writing because i would totally write fanfiction for a platonic interaction between Albert and Urushihara

[sword-feline]

when you’ve seen too much weird shit on AO3 for one day

[hcshannon]

Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Teletubbies and Doug. The story should use alcoholism as a plot device!

“Dear Journal, I really need to stop drinking...”

[decky-v]

Aller de l'avant - Chapitre 1 : Retour sur Terre (on Wattpad / FRANCAIS) https://my.w.tt/RO225huFB4 Une histoire se passant dans l'univers du jeu "Hatoful Boyfriend" (par Hato Moa) , du point de vu de Sirela Reyuor, une ancienne gardienne de la Terre. Bien évidemment, cette fanfiction contient des SPOILERS. Je vous recommande de jouer au jeu avant de lire. Si le jeu ne vous intéresse pas, vous n'avez pas besoin de connaître pour comprendre l'histoire car je l'ai modifiée à ma sauce. Pour les fans, vous retrouverez ici vos personnages préférés en tant qu'êtres humains et non oiseaux.

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

"I’m worried about mother… Sakuya, could you tell her I’ll be back, one day?"

[chizurunageki]

Tribute to Kazuaki Nanaki

I wrote a poem about Kazuaki Nanaki/Hitori Uzune

I’m Hatoful Boyfriend trash.

I really don’t know what this is.

A blazing fire A burning tragedy A loved one at death’s door An enemy that must never be forgiven A dark heart broods A delusion fills the mind A false cry is heard A plan for revenge A gun in the wing An apology for enlightenment A sad reunion  A new life