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Apart from self-insert, why not show y'all my oc Ribcage.

She's my little baby but she gets her shit rocked and loses a few things. I'll explain as I make her ref sheet.

As you can also see, she's shipped with D16/Megatron cuz lets be real, he's hot

A/N: I got you. Now, just a heads up, I’m not skilled on anything, I just been wanting to practice my writing skills. Anyway. I hope you enjoy this small fic I made.

Rikiya x OC (OC belongs to @villain-sympathizer)

Word count: 1.4K

Content: Mischievous baby unintentionally play matchmaker for her dad.

(I dont know how summarize, but enjoy nonetheless)

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Baby Matchmaker 

By: Simpie

It was a rather busy day in the shopping mall today. Plenty of people shopping or running errands as they fill up different shops and boutiques one by one. 

In one such store, Johann is doing some shopping for not only himself but for his 9-month-old daughter, Adelynn, who’s playing with one of the toys she snatched off the shelves, while strapped onto her father's chest while he looks for new coats and sweaters. 

She was almost a carbon copy of him. She had blonde hair just like her father, and his lavender eyes. Only a tab bit darker than his. 

Johann decided it is a great day to spend time with his daughter after a long week of working. He missed his little girl, so he thought the best thing he could do is to spoil her with new toys and books that they can try out later once they get home. But, there were necessities too. Such as more baby products and certainly, more baby-proof items.

Since Adelynn started crawling, she’d get herself into mischief.  Not only that, she's rather sneaky about it too. Sneaking into his office just to interrupt her daddy while he’s in the middle of a meeting, just so she can ask for him to pick her up and sit on his lap, or when want to grab something off the table by pulling on the tablecloth. 

Johann loves his daughter, but sometimes he wishes she could just sit in place for just a few minutes. 

After looking for a while, Johann pulled out a couple of sweaters from the rack that catches his eye. Before he could try it on, he carefully removed his daughter from her baby strap and placed her in her stroller. Which made Adelynn whine in protest as her father strapped her on. 

“It’ll just be for a few minutes, sweetheart, I promise,” he stated, placing a kiss on her head. Adeylnn pouted, making her father chuckle. Johann takes off the baby strap and hangs it on her stroller, along with a few other shopping bags they brought earlier, as he makes his way toward a nearby mirror. Pulling his daughter’s stroller with the help of his quirk. 

Johann carefully sets aside his daughter's stroller and starts trying on the sweaters. Meanwhile, Adeylnn takes a quick look at her father, then decides it is the best time to play with him. Without a second, Adeylnn unbuckled herself, then slowly started climbing down her stroller and crawling away. 

Though she didn’t crawl too far from her dad, something, or rather someone, caught her attention. Crawling her way across the floor, Adelynn makes her way toward a man trying on a suit jacket while looking at himself in the mirror.  

The baby girl watches close by as the man checks to see if the suit is the right one for him. Adelynn can help but stare up at the man, which seems to quickly grab said man's attention when he spotted her reflection in the mirror. Making her smile. 

“Well, hello there, little one.” The man turned to face her. Making the little girl giggle some more as she starts clapping her hands. The grown man crouches down, giving Adelynn a good look at the man. 

He was fair looking, with long orange hair that complimented his dark green eyes, and a rather long, pointy nose. Adelynn didn't hesitate to grab onto the man’s nose and start giggling, causing the man to chuckle at her adorable little gesture. He then proceeds to pick up the giggling baby. Seeming drawn to her dark lavender eyes. 

“Where are your parents, little one?” he asked with a hint of concern. Adelynn didn't seem to care too much, as she grabbed his nose with her other hand and started babbling. The man looks around for a bit, and can't seem to find a sign of any parent in distress, at the moment. 

“Let's see if there's anyone looking for you. They must be having a heart attack right about now.” The man said as he proceeded to a nearby cashier's front. 

Johann had just about to finish trying on a few other clothes for himself. “What do you think about this one, baby? I think this one would be great for our-” as he turns to face his baby, he’s instead greeted by an empty stroller. Johann’s heart suddenly dropped and he starts to panic for a bit, looking around in hopes of seeing his baby girls somewhere. 

“Adelynn? Adelynn!” Johann started looking everywhere for her. Under the clothing racks, between the shelves, everywhere. Though he wasn't the kind of man who would jump to conclusions, if anything were to happen to his little girl, he’d lose his mind. 

He knew that his daughter could have gone too far. After all, she was only a baby. 

Without thinking twice, Johann approached the nearest cashier lady that he could find. Hoping that maybe they might be able to help him look for his daughter. “Miss. I need your help. I can’t find my daughter. Her name’s Adelynn, she’s only nine months old, with blond hair, and lavender eyes. She was-” “Excuse me? Is this your daughter?”

Before He could continue, a calm voice caught his attention. Followed by the sound of an adorable, yet familiar cooing. Johann looks to his left and see’s Adelynn, in the arms of a grown man, chewing on the suit’s tag. Johann can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of his daughter safe. 

“Thank you so much, sir.” He said as he reached to grab Adelynn, only for her to pull closer to the man. “I'm so sorry. She is usually not this affectionate with other people.” Johann explained.  “Oh, it's quite alright.” The man chuckled, passing Adelynn to her father. 

“Thank you. I hope she wasn’t too much trouble for you,” Johann stated as he grabbed her and pulled her into his chest, kissing the top of her head. “Oh, not at all. She made her way to me. She was just a little ball of sunshine.” The man mentioned. 

“I’m Johann, by the way.” he introduces himself as he reaches out a hand while keeping the other hold on Adelynn, who’s also got her out her little arm reaches. “Rikiya Yotsubashi, it's a pleasure meeting you and your beautiful daughter.” He reached out and shook Johann’s hand. 

“So your name’s Adelynn?” Rikiya lowered himself to her level. “What an exquisite name. It was such a pleasure meeting you.” He smiled as he shook her little hand, making her giggle in glee. Rikiya can't help but get a good look at the baby’s father, noting some key similarities.  “I see where she gets her looks.” he complimented, making Johann blush. To which he hides with a cough.

“Again, Thank you so much for finding her. Maybe I could interest you by getting you a coffee or tea?” Johann offered. Rikiya paused and thought for a moment. “I’d love that. Thought, maybe after I finish my shopping.”

“Yeah, yeah! Absolutely. I’m almost done with mine, anyway.” Johann mentioned as he adjust Adelynn in his arms. “Splendid!” Rikiya cheered. Rikiya reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card and a pen and started writing on the back. “Here is my number if you ever want to contact me.” He offered his business card with both his phone number attached to it. 

Johann took the business card off his hand to take a good look. “Detnerat. I heard good things about this company.” He commented. “Well, I only want what's best for the clients,” Rikiya answered blatantly. Johann can't help but look at Rikiya, wide-eyed. “You own Denerat?” He asked, amazed. 

“Well, it was my father’s. Then I inherited it.” Rikiya calmly mentioned. “Wow! That must be a lot of work?” Johann asked. “It is. But, you get used to it.” Rikiya stated. “Anyway. I should be going now.” He added. 

“Sure, sure. I’ll just grab my thing and we’ll be paying shortly after.” Johann mentioned. “I guess we’ll see you in a bit?” He said as he adjust Adelynn in his arms. “Sounds like a plan.” Rikiya replied with a smile on his face. “I’ll see you two later, then?” he added.

“Yup, nice meeting you Rikiya. Say bye-bye, Adeylnn.” He said as he gently grabs his daughter's arm and waved it.  Adeylnn smiles at Rikiya as the two walks away. Keeping her eye on Rikiya as he waves back with a smile on his face. Knowing that this won’t be the last time she’ll be seeing him.

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A/N: Hello! This is a little (early) Christmas gift for @villain-sympathizer​ as Johann and Adelynn belong to them. Anyway. I hope you enjoy this simple fic I made. Feel free to leave your thoughts and comments.  Merry Christmas, everyone.

Second chance

Chapter 8 - First night of a new life

Second chance

Chapter 7 - Taken aback by time

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46787068

The Oogie Boogie Man

Chapter 2

Oogie and Monsieur le Mare venture into the forest of dead trees...

The Oogie Boogie Man

Chapter 1

Second chance

Chapter 6 - Just follow me...

Yumi is determined to stay with Gyutaro but we have to win are right

Second chance

Chapter 5 - Take me

we are slowly getting to the heart of the matter ^^

Second Chance

Chapter 2 - the beginning of a demon

How naughty ⛓️🔐

CUFFED

– pairing: law x vice admiral!reader, kid x vice admiral!reader, ace x vice admiral!reader

– nsfw for Law and Kid, sfw-ish for Ace

– summary: who knew that sea stone handcuffs can break a man down?

“Are you serious?” He asked as you forced him onto a chair, a sea prism collar securely placed around his neck.

You smirked as you cuffed his hands behind him after he sat down. He was powerless and at your mercy. You finally had the upper hand, and you loved it.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment,” you said as you took off the collar. “And now, pirate, I’m going to make you pay.”

Kneeling down, you noticed his growing arousal. As you stroked his clothed length with your fingers, Law couldn’t help but shiver.

“You think I’ll beg?” He asked. “You’re wrong.”

You slowly pulled his pants down, exposing his erection. You kissed up his length, and right when you reached the tip, you grazed your tongue over it making bite his bottom lip. “Tell me.” You whispered, sliding your fingers up and down his base.

“You’re getting nothing out of me.” He gritted his teeth.

“Don’t make this harder on yourself, Captain,” you said, slipping your pants off. You sat on his lap and slipped just his tip in you.

“Ah-“ his voice betrayed.

“If you want more tell me where they are.” You said seductively, slowly going in. Then you pulled out, biting his ear and whispered, “and I’ll give you what you want.”

Kid struggled against the handcuffs, grunting as he tried to free himself from the restraints. Unfortunately, that only knocked him over so he was on the floor still sitting on the chair.

“What’s this?” You asked calmly. “Is this the terrifying Captain Eustass Kid of the Kid Pirates? Laying on my floor?”

“Shut up.” Kid growled.

You leaned forward pinning his throat on the floor with your heels, making Kid gasp. But what caught his eye the most was a glimpse under your dress. “Bold of you to expose your pussy.”

“Want a taste?” You whispered, taking your heel off his throat. Kid bit his lip. It had been a while since he ate a woman out. You crouch down, your pretty pussy within tongue’s reach.

Kid’s breathing intensified as he imagined you sitting on his face while he ate you out, him grabbing your thighs and digging his nails into them.

You slowly brought it closer, letting him give your clit a lick. The way you moaned made him shudder.

“If you want more,” you moaned, letting him continuously lick you like a dog drinking water, “start talking.”

“My poor sweet Ace,” you cooed as you undressed in front of him. His eyes widened from your forward action, not sure how to handle the situation. “Do you think you’ll be able to hold back?” You asked, your uniform falling on the floor.

“Eh, good luck breaking me.” He replied with a smirk. “I’m not so easily bested.”

“Says the man at my mercy.” You smiled.

Instead of walking in front of him, you went behind and leaned your body against his, your breasts against his back. Ace gulped. Especially when you leaned forward and ran both sets of fingers down his chiseled chest, stopping at the rim of his shorts.

“I’m not talking.” He murmured, hiding his needy tone.

Oh how easy this man was to please.

As you kissed his ear and bit the lobe, you brought your fingers up to his shoulders.

“Then I’ll make you.”

“I’m not talking.”

You smirked, seeing his cheeks turn a slight shade of red. “You will.”

Oc imagine because I can.

Warning ⛔️: mention of making out and hickeys

(Also I’m working on a story of my oc’s and I’m going to use this page for the weird and chaotic stuff, and with this short imagine is set further in the story ye-)

Konig: yeah ever since I was a kid I always had trouble sharing things with people.

Soap: well with your past I can honestly see why-

Moth (oc) walks out of his room covered in hickeys and red lipstick stains all over him: you really had to put on a hard to remove lipstick didn’t ya. Oh, hey Soap!

Soap is to stunned to speak 👁👄👁

Konig: hehe~ sorry my love

Moth: yea yea what ever you say

A red carpet romance ch.1 -(models attract rock stars like flies to honey)

In 2006, Chiara Muzann, a strikingly tall and elegant model with an air of confidence that turned heads everywhere she went, was making her way up the fashion industry ladder. With her long, flowing brunette hair and piercing green eyes, she had recently made waves on the runway in Milan and New York, and tonight, she was attending a high-profile red carpet event in Los Angeles.

Dressed in a shimmering silver gown that accentuated her height, Chiara was the epitome of grace as she glided along the red carpet. She paused occasionally to flash a dazzling smile for the photographers, enjoying the glamour of the moment. The event was teeming with celebrities, and the air was electric with excitement.

As she made her way towards the entrance, Chiara spotted Pete Wentz, the charismatic bassist of Fall Out Boy, who was also one of the night’s guests. Known for his distinct style and mischievous charm, Pete had a playful aura that often made him the center of attention. With his spiky black hair and edgy attire, he stood out amidst the crowd of formally dressed celebrities.

Chiara noticed Pete glancing in her direction, and when their eyes met, she gave him a warm smile. Pete, never one to miss an opportunity for a bit of fun, approached her with a confident stride.

"Hey, I’m Pete," he said with a smirk, extending his hand. "And you must be a skyscraper."

Chiara chuckled, shaking his hand. "Chiara Muzann," she replied. "Nice to meet you, Pete. And yes, I’ve heard that one before."

Pete laughed, clearly amused. "Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I mean, it’s not every day you meet someone who can literally look down on me." He gestured playfully, noting the noticeable height difference between them—Pete stood at around 5'6", while Chiara towered over him at nearly 6 feet tall, even without her heels.

Chiara grinned, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "Well, I’m not used to looking down at people either, so I guess this is a first for both of us."

Pete’s eyes sparkled with interest. "You know, you’re not just tall—you’re kind of intimidating in a really cool way. I like it."

Chiara raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Intimidating? Me? I thought rockstars were supposed to be fearless."

"Oh, I’m fearless," Pete retorted playfully. "Just… selectively so."

They shared a laugh, and for a few moments, the bustling red carpet around them seemed to fade away. As they continued to chat, the connection between them was undeniable, and Pete couldn’t help but be captivated by Chiara’s wit and charm.

"So, Chiara," Pete said, leaning in slightly, "what are the odds I can convince you to join me for a drink inside? You know, if you don’t mind stooping down to my level."

Chiara tilted her head, pretending to think it over. "I suppose I can bend the rules for one night," she replied with a sly smile.

"Great," Pete grinned, offering her his arm. "Let’s make some height-defying memories, shall we?"

As they walked into the venue together, Pete and Chiara continued their playful banter, the height difference becoming just another part of their unexpected chemistry. That night on the red carpet marked the beginning of a story neither of them would soon forget.

♡☆ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ☆♡

After the red carpet event, Pete Wentz and Chiara Muzann decided to keep the night going. Pete, ever the spontaneous one, suggested they hit up one of LA’s hottest nightclubs. Chiara, always up for an adventure, agreed with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

They arrived at the club to a burst of flashing lights and throngs of excited fans, but Pete smoothly guided Chiara through the crowd, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. Inside, the music was loud and pulsing, the bass vibrating through the floor. The energy of the club was infectious, and it didn’t take long for them to find themselves on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of moving bodies.

Under the neon lights, Pete and Chiara danced like they were in their own world. Chiara’s towering figure moved with a graceful rhythm, her dress shimmering under the strobe lights. Pete, despite being noticeably shorter, matched her step for step, his playful energy perfectly complementing her elegance. They danced close, the space between them disappearing as they moved to the beat, lost in the music and in each other.

They laughed, swayed, and occasionally leaned in close to share a few words that were lost in the noise but seemed to speak volumes. Between dances, they shared drinks at the bar, Pete making Chiara laugh with his witty remarks and Chiara teasing him about how he’d have to stand on a stool to keep up with her. It was clear that neither of them wanted the night to end.

As the hours passed, the crowd in the club thickened, but Pete and Chiara remained inseparable, moving seamlessly from the dance floor to their corner at the bar. For them, time seemed to blur; every glance and every touch felt electric, making the outside world fade into the background.

Eventually, the club started to wind down, and they decided to head out. Arm in arm, they made their way to the exit, still buzzing from the drinks and the thrill of the night. But as soon as they stepped outside, they were greeted by a swarm of paparazzi. Flashes went off like fireworks, and shouts from photographers filled the air.

“Pete! Over here!” one shouted. “Chiara, who’s your new friend?” another called out, the questions and flashes coming at them from all angles.

Chiara instinctively moved closer to Pete, her hand slipping into his as they tried to navigate through the frenzy. Pete, unfazed by the chaos, squeezed her hand reassuringly and flashed a grin for the cameras. Chiara, tall and poised even amidst the flashing lights, gave a coy smile, maintaining her composure as they pushed through the crowd.

Pete leaned in close, his voice just audible over the noise. “Guess we’re the new headline,” he joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chiara laughed softly, glancing down at him. “Well, I guess they couldn’t resist the height difference,” she teased, playfully bumping her hip against his.

Finally breaking free from the paparazzi, they ducked into Pete’s waiting car, the door shutting out the flashes and chaos. As the car pulled away, Pete looked over at Chiara, still holding her hand.

“Quite the night, huh?” he said, his smile still bright.

Chiara nodded, her eyes meeting his with a look of amusement and something else, something warmer. “Yeah,” she agreed, “one for the books.”

♡ ○ (^з^)-☆ ○ ♡

As they drove off into the LA night, the city lights casting a soft glow through the car windows, Pete and Chiara couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something unexpectedly special.

As Pete’s car pulled up to Chiara’s apartment, the city was quieting down, the buzz of nightlife giving way to the early hours of morning. They sat for a moment, both reluctant to end the night. Chiara turned to Pete with a soft smile, her green eyes reflecting the faint city lights.

“Thanks for tonight, Pete. I had a great time,” she said sincerely.

Pete smirked, leaning back casually. “Anytime. I mean, who else could keep up with you on the dance floor?” he teased, his playful demeanor making her laugh.

Chiara unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned down towards Pete. Despite their difference in height, she moved gracefully, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice tender.

Pete’s expression softened, his usual cocky smile replaced by something more genuine. “You know, I could stay a little longer,” he said, almost as if reading her thoughts.

Chiara hesitated for a second, but the connection between them felt undeniable. “You don’t have to leave,” she replied, her voice warm and inviting. “Why don’t you stay?”

Pete’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. They stepped out of the car, heading up to Chiara’s apartment. Once inside, the atmosphere was cozy and intimate, a contrast to the club's loud chaos. They kicked off their shoes and sank into the comfort of her living room.

What began as a casual nightcap turned into quiet moments of conversation, lingering glances, and shared laughter. Eventually, as the night stretched into early morning, they found themselves in her bedroom, where exhaustion and the comfortable warmth of each other’s presence pulled them into sleep.

When Chiara woke up the next morning, the sunlight was streaming softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She stirred gently, realizing Pete’s arm was wrapped around her waist. She turned her head slightly to find Pete still asleep beside her, his hair tousled and his expression peaceful. Chiara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the events of the previous night playing back in her mind.

For a moment, she simply watched him, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. As if sensing her gaze, Pete slowly blinked awake, a sleepy smile spreading across his face when he saw her.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” Chiara replied softly, shifting slightly to face him better. They lay there for a few moments, wrapped in a comfortable silence, neither in a hurry to move. The world outside felt far away, and the only thing that mattered was the cozy cocoon of the bed they were sharing.

Pete adjusted himself, pulling Chiara closer as he tucked his head against her shoulder, his arm draped lazily over her. “So, what’s the plan?” he asked with a yawn, his voice light and content.

Chiara shrugged, running her fingers gently through his hair. “Honestly? I’m in no rush to get up,” she admitted. “we could just stay here fora but .” she whispered as she placed her palm against his cheek

Pete chuckled softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed against her. “Yeah, I’m good with that,” he murmured, his voice trailing off as he settled back into the comfortable stillness.

They spent the morning cuddled up in bed, talking in hushed tones, occasionally drifting in and out of light sleep. It was easy, unpressured, and perfectly imperfect. They laughed at shared memories from the night before, made casual plans to hang out again, and enjoyed the simplicity of being in each other’s company without the spotlight of the outside world.

For Chiara and Pete, it was a rare, unexpected morning of tranquility—a sweet moment of connection that felt like the perfect ending to their night of adventure and the promising start of something new.

A: Pete, my beloved ♥️

Anyways, Chiara is a tall baddie, and Pete's a shirt king, I love them 💗

Gold Serpent of Shie Hassaikai

“Come here, you little fucking thief!!” A child pushes through the busy streets of Musutafu. His slender legs carried his whole skinny body towards a cold park. It was cold and empty, just like his stomach as it rumbled. He walked to an empty bench and sat down, a sigh of relief leaving his dry mouth. He took a huge bite out of the bread he had stolen.

He had no choice. He was hungry, practically starving. Every passing person looked at him with pity yet did nothing to assist his poor situation, just… watching him suffer was “enough” to help him. 

It did not.

It had only filled him with rage.

His rage slowly filled his stomach everytime a hero walked by. Instead of their assisting and gentle hands– like he expected from stories– he was left with scraps being tossed at him by them. The scraps were mere scraps, nothing useful for his survival. Only a gesture of nothing. Absolutely nothing.

With one another bite, he felt his stomach acids coming up to the surface. He placed his half-eaten bread and hurled forward, pressing his arms against his aching stomach as all of his food on the grass, now a waste. His stomach growled for more food but he had none, only his half-eaten bread.

He grabbed his bread and ate it slowly but faster than before, eventually eating it all and it settled alright in his stomach. He stood up and slowly wobbled to the alleyways. His legs slowly dragged his light body towards the busy streets once again, his intentions to steal arose again. His eyes danced around, looking at the colorful stores bustling in the cold night. A shiver went down his pale skin, feeling a cold coming which only caused further problems to himself.

With a sigh, he decided to find a shelter, as the night was getting colder by each passing second. He walked into a shop– hoping for the store owner or manager to let him stay for the heaters– only to be pushed out of the shop like some stray dog, disgusting and filthy to be let in. His knees scraped the ground, bruising and slight bleeding occurred. The little boy only stood up once again and struggled to walk again, tripping every once and a while.

He found himself under the highways. It was cold… but warm enough than in the middle of the streets. He sat down and huddled up. His knees pressed against his chest, and his arms wrapped around his scraped and bruised legs. He dropped his head, feeling himself ready to sob. 

He would do anything to go back to his loving parents, his lovely house, and the warm and cozy fireplace that only brought warmth and comfort to his whole body.

But he knew it was no longer possible. They were dead. What could he do? Nothing.

Closing his eyes, he tried to gather some sort of warmth from his cold surroundings. Friction from his hands only brought little heat to comfort him. His eyes open once again, his black eyes becoming teary-eyed. He hated his situation but he could not do anything to change it. Afterall, he was just a boy.

“Are you alright, young man?” He looked up with widened eyes. It was a tall and broad man. His face was nothing but a black blank space, unable to see his face. He couldn’t tell what sort of expression he had on his face. Angry? Pity? What was it?

The man reached forward to touch the boy, causing him to flinch and backed away. The man paused, his hand caught up in the air. He stared right back at the boy’s black eyes, his gold pupils glowing which piqued an interest in him. “Where are your parents?” he asked. No answer. The boy’s eyes followed as the old man sat down on the muddy land under the highway. He was a bit surprised to have seen this. He had a proper suit on, tie and everything. His thoughts consisted of ‘why is he sitting? His suit..’ and ‘what a nice suit…’ as he analyzed the man. 

“Mr. Chisaki..” The old man was shocked to have heard this, a quiet gasp left his mouth. “That is my name… how do you know that, young man?” he looked closer, curiosity seeping out of him. “It is your Quirk?” the boy looked at him with caution… but nodded.

The man was now fully intrigued by his answer. ‘Perhaps an analytic Quirk?’ he wondered. The grey-haired man stood up, peeling his suit jacket off and crouched down once again and wrapped him around like a burrito. The little boy, shrivelled and cold, instantly felt warmth from the big and perfectly tailored jacket. He looked up at him with slight hope. Hope that he could stay with the man, now that he feels somewhat comfortable with him.

“Come with me, son. I’ll help you.” He extended his rough hand towards him. This was the first time the boy had seen the man’s smile. It was warm and gentle, unlike his rough and buff exterior. Who knew a tough guy would have such a smile? The boy looked down at hand in front of him, inviting him to a better life.

His small and cold hand extended forward, placing gently in his hand. The warmth of the old man’s hand instantly heats up his own cold hands. Mr. Chisaki guided the boy to his arms and he lifted him up, his legs and torso held up. The boy sighed a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth from the man’s instantly warming him up. He relaxed almost immediately. His grip was tight and secure.. Yet it was gentle and reassuring, reassuring him that everything’s going to be okay.

“What’s your name, by the way?” Mr. Chisaki looked down, hoping for an answer. He wasn’t sure the boy had a name, but he wanted to ask to make sure. “...Tomo…” Despite being his name, he always hated it, never wanted anyone to call him such a name. It seems Mr. Chisaki had catched up on his hate for his name from the pause he had. “I could, of course… give you a new name? A fresh new start.” The boy immediately lightened up at the suggestion. His head shook frantically, practical stars in his eyes, filled to the brink with excitement. Mr. Chisaki chuckled, enjoying his excitement.

“How would you like the name, Kouki ?” -----------------------------------------------------------

★☽A/N: Okay so... this is an odd idea for a new X OC I want to do! If this gets a bunch of notes and such, I might make it into a series and of course, will be published on Wattpad like my other series, A Drop of Blood and A Shine of Hope!

My Logan x oc fanfic where they meet and immediately just start living together in a cabin in the middle of the woods out of convenience cause neither of them have a family or home (pre-Xavier’s school) and she made him take her home from the bar he was fighting at by literally locking his car and not letting him in until he agrees, slow burn romance