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This. Is so sweet and pure omg, NISI!!! I love it/you, you’re amazing and the way you set the scene sounds beautiful 😭 thank you sm!
"I've loved you three summers now, but I want them all." | Aori X Fatgum
Merry Christmas @kankuroplease / @xxcinnaxx <3 Thank you so much for your friendship, your insight into art, the fact that we can rant about anything, create Au's about everything and your wonderful oc's . I feel very lucky to have befriended you and everytime you puplish one of those amazing artworks you do I can't believe it. Earlier this year we art collabed and I had a lot of fun and I also learned quite a bit from that, so thank you!! I really enjoyed building up the BNHA AU with you and the others this year too, so I hope you like this little present.
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Fatgum x OC
Post War, I have no idea how bnha ends so I was rather vague LOL
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When he came to, he could hear a woman crying. It wasn’t loud and wailing, it was silent, as if every sob was causing her too much pain to even make a sound. It took him a moment to place the voice, his mind still foggy from sleep and medication.
Taishiro had no idea how long he’d been asleep, but by the sound of Aori crying, it had been a while. Everything was still spinning inside, but he needed to show her that he was alright and well and though his insides still felt like they were aching, there was no pain.
“Aori,” he said in a half cough, his voice sounding thinner in the air than in his head. In case she hadn’t heard he wanted to repeat her name again, but he could already hear her suck in air in surprise and then he felt her grasp for his hand.
“Honey,” she said silently, as if loud noise would startle him too much. Taishiro pressed her hand and realised how small his was in comparison to hers. He must be thinner than he’d ever been.
He forced his eyes open and it took him a moment to adjust to the light around him. There was an evening sun shining in through the windows. Taishiro blinked. What hospital had they brought him to, he wondered, vaguely remembering that most structures by a wide margin had been completely blown up.
Aori’s hair was shining light blue in the sun, her back was illuminated by it, as if she was an angel waiting to welcome him back to the world of the living. There were tears in her eyes still, her cheeks sunken in as if she hadn’t eaten anything for a while. He never liked when she wasn’t eating right, not even if it was because she was so busy making sure he was eating right.
“I’m home,” he said in the absence of anything else to say. “Hungry,” he added, but didn’t dare look down on his body. There was no time right now to assess how much fat he had lost. He could already tell that it was a lot.
“I have muffins for you,” Aori said and reached into her bag. “I brought fresh ones everyday for this occasion. I knew you’d be hungry.” She opened the bag next to her and then ripped a part of the muffin off so she could feed it to him. Taishiro ate diligently as she fed him. How many times had she gone and bought a new set? How many had she thrown away? He felt guilty of making her worry so much.
He kept the left hand tightly around hers as he ate, pressing down on her soft skin as if to remind her and himself that he had indeed survived. “I must have caused you so much grief,” he said finally. “I’m very sorry.”
Aori let out a deep breath. “It wasn’t the first time you were fighting and it won’t be the last. I have always been prepared to see you like this. Still, it doesn’t get easier…” Her voice trailed off in the end, but she caught herself again. “This is the profession you have chosen and I would never want to take it away from you. I wish it were a less dangerous profession, but it is out of my hands.”
People who said that pro-heroes had the strongest mentality in the country surely had not met kindergarten teachers, Taishiro thought and a smile appeared on his face. “Nevertheless, I’m very sorry.”
When he’d been small, there had been nobody of his stature and definitely no one of his condition in the pro-hero circuit. They were all outstandingly strong, smart or good looking men, that Taishiro himself could never identify with, even with his above average grades. He took it upon himself to change that, to show that really everyone could be a hero, even if his parents had reminded him that this was a dangerous career to pursue. He had never really thought about his own death and the ramifications, not until he met Aori.
Suddenly he was thinking about the future more than the past, about a time when he wasn’t incredibly busy with his agency and training young people. Maybe he could have a little break time, a family, a house, such things that seemed for old people. There was nothing he would give his job up for, not completely, but other things he didn’t mind adding - as long as he survived long enough.
This had definitely been the most difficult fight he’d ever had in his career and he remembered that before his eyes went black he’d thought of Aori’s smile and how he’d promised that he would come back no matter what. Maybe that had kept him alive even then.
“When I saw the destruction,” she said bitterly. “I was thinking you might not be making it back to me. I tried to stealth myself for the possibility that you, my sister, the kids - any and all of you might not make it. But then you were here and I got so excited thinking that maybe I was wrong after all.” She sighed. “When you didn’t wake for 4 weeks and I had to watch you get smaller and smaller I thought that maybe I had celebrated too early…”
Taishiro laughed a little: “As if any amount of evil entity could keep me from getting back to you and eating your tasty pastries. Nobody could ever hold me back from that.”
And miraculously, Aori laughed too, pressing his hand again. “I will make sure you get nothing but that if you get out of here.”
“I can’t wait for that. Maybe some of Katsura’s famous cookies too.” He felt hungry just thinking about it. “I know I am just in your way when you cook and use 6 arms to work at the same time, but I have to insist once again that since it is food for me I should be at least helping-”
“You were involved in saving this country,” Aori furrowed a brow. “You don’t have to do anything for a long time.”
“Don’t say that. I’ll get fat and lazy.”
“Exactly.”
They looked at each other like this for a moment, these weak smiles on both their faces that covered up the hurt that was still there beneath them. Aori was strong, he knew as much, but she had still suffered a lot in the past month for his sake and he would have to make up for it as soon as he could stand on his own feet again.
“There was no way I would not have come back,” he said, definitely. “I am so lucky to have you and I would not be in the business to let anything take me away from you or let anything take you away from me.”
Aori’s lips curled and she looked like she was going to cry again, so he pressed her hand tightly once more. “I don’t know what the future brings from here on out, where this country and society is headed in the next ten or twenty years, but I know that I want to find out with you. I want to always be with you.”
“Me too,” she sighed and Taishiro realised she was crying again, but maybe not out of desperation as before. At least he hoped so. “Everything seems so up in the air from here on out, but whatever it is I want to be by your side as we experience it. If that means I have to visit you 20 more times in the hospital then so be it.”
“I’m trying to limit it to 16”, he joked and she laughed again. A genuine, happy laugh, which made his heart very happy.
Then, as if she’d noticed something, her head snapped up and her wide eyes stared at him: “Wait, was that something like a proposal?” There was blush quickly developing on her cheeks.
Oh, yes, he had made it sound a little like that. Well, if it was his choice he wouldn’t mind marrying her tomorrow right in this hospital, with the evening sun shining into her hair just like it did right now. But he supposed that was not what she was searching for and he hadn’t meant it as a proposal in the first place. Still, her observation definitely gave him ideas.
“No, it was not really,” he answered in earnest and then grinned: “Though I definitely will propose to you sooner rather than later.”
“Sooner rather than later?!” She repeated and was now completely red.
Taishiro winked. “You’ll never see it coming and it will knock your socks off.”
He felt very satisfied when she dropped the next muffin she was about to hand him, because her hand was shaking too much. He could not turn back time to take her suffering away from her, but he could make sure that every moment he was awake and conscious and at her side were the happiest she could ever spent.
Date night plans 🍽️
Sees him without his fat for the first time. He’s still cute, it’s just different 🫶
I enjoyed see your Hawks x Toshi pieces in process 🫶
And i had fun scribbling the sisters, Fatgum, and Shoto
did some drawchat stuff with @xxcinnaxx for this evening. got to self indulge while she was drawing amazing pieces hahah
I love how it perfectly ties into this sketch because my girl really was stunned by the sudden change 🤣
was bored at work today, wrote some drabbels at the request of and for friends. ( Hawks x OC / Kakashi x OC / Dabi x OC / Shibi X OC / Kakashi x Zabuza / Fatgum x OC / Kakashi x OC returns)
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Aori & Fatgum - Write about your ship helping each other to prepare a special meal. for @xxcinnaxx
There are too many hands to keep track off, but Taishiro tries his best anyway, dodging around Aori’s fast and focused movements trying not to get a knife to the face as he hands her the chicken wings.
“I didn’t know that’s how it worked,” she says, for the millionth time, as if even the one apology had been necessary. “I can’t believe you’ve never mentioned it before!” One of the hands falls down and a piece of pork is expertly cut into half.
To be fair, Taishiro can also not believe he forgot to mention it. That his body gets bigger and smaller according to how much power he needs to perform his work has become so usual to him that it doesn’t even matter much. His sidekicks and his agency know that about him, so it at least makes a little sense that it slipped his mind when it came to his new girlfriend. Aori at least, has very little to do with the world of heroes and had never been interested in asking for his quirk.
“You didn’t have to start cooking right away,” he insists, dodging another hand as it reaches for the tomatoes right next to him. “The meal you had already prepared was more than enough.”
Aori throws a look over her shoulder at him, a fierce light in her eyes. “Not. Enough.” She looks up and down his slim figure and then turns back to work.
Truthfully, it feels rare to meet a woman that prefers him in his bigger form, but he is glad for it. Even though he kind of wishes she wouldn’t make such a big deal out of it right now.
“Let me at least help you,” he says, feeling a little useless standing around watching her hands move. “I can cut something if you want me to.” Without stopping one of her hands point to the cupboard: “You can take out the flour.”
“Flour? For what?” He looks over the spread of food right in front of her, mostly meat and noodles and wonders how flour plays into all of that.
The hand that was pointing at the cupboard before now hands him a scale, still without Aori looking away from the beans that are now expertly cut up. “For the donuts, sweetie.”
Taishiro blinks. His stomach is rumbling a little at the prospect of getting to eat Aori’s donuts again. Part of what drew him to her in the first place was absolutely her baking still, the donuts especially. He looks at how she throws the cut up meat into the sizzling pan and then back to the flour in his hand.
“When will you make donuts? Later? Should I get something for them? Filling?”
“Now,” she says instantly.
“Now?”
“Now,” Aori repeats and when she looks at him her eye brows are furrowed like she is on a important secret mission that he is asking too many questions about. She takes the flour out of his hand and while two of her hands stay busy with the pan and the vegetable, two others already crack open eggs.
And though he knows he is probably disturbing her in her very important work, he can’t stop himself from reaching with one arm around her shoulders and pressing her against his chest. “Have I lately told you that you are just so cute?” he asks.
“Y-you do that all the time,” Aori is red in her face. “But forget to tell me other things.”
Taishiro leans downward so he can kiss her. “I’m sorry that I forgot,” he says and brings out the puppy-eyes.
She lets him kiss her, her cheeks now deep red. “I don-don’t have time for this right now! You need some food.”
“Right,” he laughs. “I’m sorry for the disturbance.”