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Welcome, thanks for stopping by! I go by the pen-name mtchee, though feel free to call me as you like. I am a 20 y/o writer-for-fun and aspiring editor and publisher currently furthering my studies and skills in University.
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I saw a pretty old post that your requests are open if they aren’t feel free to tell me no then. But would it be possible to get more of the bnha soulmate au I binge read it all and it’s so cute any character is fine but I feel like Shinsou or Denki could be fun too. And if/when you do write more of that au please please please tag me I love soulmate aus so so so much.
Hihi!!
YES I SHALL I PROMISE!!!
I've just been lazy and struggling for inspiration for a while, but I too, love that series. I'm so touched you (among others too!!) like it so much!!
Even though I'm in a bit of a stump at the moment, I am excited to be able to get back into writing it again! Because I know once I get that spark, I won't stop. Which is great for all of us!
so excited for the spell series! thank you for writing about performance unit, the plot sounds so cool ❤️
Hehe~ Thank you so muchhh!
I absolutely fell in love with the song and its aesthetics, and I just adore the kind of ethereal mystics in the MV. And do not even get me started on the lyrics (>_<)
I don't really have a full progressive plot planned, but I get various ideas and inspiration for snippets based on their love life, connections, etc etc.
I've seen clips of it and it's sooooo heart-breaking and heartwarming at the same time. I've also only watched some of it, my mother dearest blasted the entire series on the living room tv so I couldn't avoid spoilers sigh
BUTTTTT when I get a better character understanding, YESSSSS
adilla kia akia syulapoe - [Performance Unit] | SPELL SERIES CH. I | FEM
blurb:
Becoming aquainted with a handsome friendly face, and meeting a mystical being you once thought you'd only ever read in storybooks.
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, fantasy au, mythical guardians! performance unit, jiaolong (water dragon) minghao, water nymph chan, fluff, intertwined souls, meet cute, chan is smitten, jiaolong minghao is apprehensive at first, hao has a soft spot for you
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He had been one of the few faces you've seen around on this quiet osasis. A sharpcut jawline, oblong shaped face, pretty monolid eyes with coffee brown irises, a strong torso, and a handsome, bright smile always curled on his lips whenever you breach his sights.
Lee Chan is his name, trim black hair parted just off centre on his forehead, was someone who welcomed you on your first day on the isle.
You're one of the few who knows about this side of paradise, the local village and shops being around a 30-minute walk inland. Chan is one of the fewer that you've seen around the beach.
From him, you've learned that this beachside is seen as sacred grounds by the locals--and you'd immediately panicked and started to fret about how disrespectful you've been by just meandering and staying there. But he'd then been quick to reassure you that it was alright, and the people themselves come and go from time to time, they just prefer to leave it to in it's natural sanction.
You had commented on the mystics of the view, and he in turn explained to you some of the beliefs and legends surrounding the place.
He's proven as wonderful company, even a bit mysterious despite his open nature.
You don't mind though--an aspect about him that draws you in.
From him, you learn of the four deities that once roamed the land:
The8, the jiaolong (water dragon) that protects and provides from the ocean's depth and tides. He controlls the currents and guides sailors through storms, keeping the village fed with his plentiful reefs.
Dino, the water nymph that cares more directly for the people. He filters the village waters and streams, aiding people's health through the natural hot springs and flowers and herbs found along the river side.
Moon, the merman protecting the beach line and their larger water sources. A trickster, that one. Too shy to mingle with the people, but bold enough to tease them with tinkling sun showers and doubling their water crops. He summons the rains and clouds, delegating the sun's rays to aid the village harvest.
Hoshi, the selkie. From seal to man he hides in plain sight, aiding the people with their hunts and materials. In legend, he'd gotten too excited with the people and caused their southern plantations to be trampled by a stampeed of deer. Their fishing boats are often accompanied by wild seals which lead them to schools of fish.
Chan even went as far as to lead you to the various monuments dedicated to these mythic beings. Aside from some overgrowth, these shrines are well cared for and loved, as shown by the offerings still lain by the base.
Later on, on your own and in low glow of the early evening, you provide some offerings of your own.
Some smoked fish for the selkie that provides, a mooncake for the mischievous merman, a handwoven bracelet from the marketplace for the nymph, and a cup of hot herbal tea for the dragon that protects.
As you turned to leave a fog settled over the water, a haze settling over you from the peace of it.
It's not until the morning after where you recall seeing a long, serpentine silhouette, the moonligt glinting off its scales. It had stared at you from across the bay, and you remember being in awe of its floating mane and opaque fins that fluttered in motion of the currents below.
It was grand in size, and you had been hypnotized by its sharp, golden gaze as it leered down towards you. You didn't feel threatened by the beast, though intimidated all the same, but rather, scrutinized by the being. It had huffed a warm breath over your face, making you blink out of your stupor.
Bemused, the beast seemed. However, when you dared reach a hand within distance of it--you awoke in your bed with the windows open wide, white curtains blowing in with the morning breeze.
An interesting dream, was it not?
Is what you would have thought, if not for the palm sized bioluminescent scale placed carefully by your bedside.
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, gender neutral pronouns, afab! bodied, fluffy smut but smut nonetheless, implied virgin [name] & mirio, he is so gorgeous oml, everyone is 18+, I have yet to watch or read the end of bnha, mdni, nsfw, swearing, use of terms tit, breast, clit, hole, maybe one day i'll write non-cringe smut im so sorry
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"You're so tense, baby," Mirio murmurs softly against your lips. An observation, never a judgement on his end. The low light of your shared bedroom leaves alluring shadows in the dips and planes of his figure--shoulders broad and imposing, torso warm and firm.
And yet he handles you with such care, such benign gentleness for someone of his stature, had you not known how he is.
Mirio is nothing if he is not a protector.
"Sorry," comes your hushed response, almost hurried as you clutch at the fabric of his t-shirt.
His hands comes to rest on yours, large fingers easing your tight grip as he ever so barely parts from you, breath fanning across your skin. You can practically hear the smile in his voice.
"Don't be sorry," he huffs, "it's okay to be nervous. You let me know if it gets too much, yeah?" His voice low, intimate, almost a whisper even though there was no one else in the room but you, "tell me if you wanna stop, at any time, okay?"
"'Kay," you omit softly, eyes drawn to the deep contours of his collarbone, too shy to look elsewhere. He chuckles at you, chest rumbling with light mirth, and you too can't help but crack a smile.
Mirio presses a comforting kiss to your forehead, moving down and peppering his lips across your skin. From your temple to your cheek, to your ear and down your neck, you can't help but tilt your head to make room for him, sighing quietly at the sensation.
He melts your body against his with staggering ease, knowing just how to get you all pliant.
You always have a hard time saying it, admitting it to him only ever once, but you're truly smitten by him. Moulding to his touch, clinging to his every word--you never have to tell him how affected you are by him, he sees it all, and he knows. But sometimes, he likes to tease.
"Do you like this, baby?" He grins against your neck, feeling you huff against him, threatening to pull away in your fluster.
"Miri..." You whine, and he chuckles once again. He murmurs half-hearted apologies against your skin, featherlight kisses dancing across your throat.
"Stupid," You puff, and he snickers at you, "you'll regret that. I'll make you."
"Oh yeah?" The playful lilt in his tone has you scowling.
"Yeah."
"Mmm, yeah," he breathes softly, gazing at you adoringly in the dim light, "I know you will."
Your heart stutters at that, and you swallow around the anxious-excited lump in your throat. How dare he, you have half a mind to think to yourself, the other distratced by the way he handles you against his body; when did Mirio get so suave?
Reaching up to pull him into a kiss, you can feel the heat from his cheeks warming your palms, and you smile against his lips. He lets out a shaky sigh through his nose, equal parts flustered and endeared, and then you remember that just as he affects you, you absolutely melt him.
A blur of passionate kissing and sensual touches eventually leads to you splayed on across your shared bed, the covers bunching up beneath you as Mirio chases you up to the head.
With you lain comfortably atop your pillows, your hunk of a man hovering over you excitedly, he pulls away with a heavy sigh, resting his forehead against yours and blushing when you let out a protesting whine. He bumps his nose against yours affectionately, giving you another kiss and giggling sheepishly when your teeth clash by accident.
Ah, yes--there he is, your not quite casanova.
He bumbles nervously for a moment, the weight of the event suddenly hitting him. He kneels above you, resting on his shins as he cautiously tugs at your top.
"Together?" He offers gently, and you comply. As you shuffle to take of your shirt, he pulls his own over his head, tossing it somewhere off the bed. You take the liberty of taking off your undergarment as well, and, with your eyes adjusted to the light darkness, you watch as his head very obviously follows where you throw it--like a dog would a bone--and you snicker.
"You're funny." You inform when he bends back over you, shielding you beneath him.
He huffs a laugh, caught, "It's a talent."
A soft sigh escapes you when he returns to his worship of your skin, this time moving lower towards your chest. Bashfully, you trail a hand from his hair to trace the moving divots in his back, prominent muscles flexing at your featherlight touch. The other rests securely on his shoulder, simultaneously grounding you and tethering you to him while you indulge yourself in your boyfriend's physique.
You gnaw at your lower lip, enraptured by him before a wet softness on your tit startles you out of your revery. At your gasp, he breathes a laugh against your chest, lavishing your breast in sloppy affection. The other is engulfed in his big, warm hand, his calloused fingertips tweaking at your nip and sending shivers down your spine.
"Shit, Miri," You breathe slowly, heart racing while your body starts to burn from his touch. He hums in acknowledgement around your nipple, the sensation zipping straight to your core, and you squeak. Mirio feels you abruptly clench your thighs under him, and he hums again, this time in glee of his findings.
He moves his mouth to your other breast, lathering it in the same attention, and leaving you feeling just as light headed with his sucks and tonguing and nips. You scratch lightly down the muscular plane of his back, from the base of his neck to as far as you can reach, and he moans.
You fluster at the sound, breath hitching in your throat. Again, you want him to make that sound again. When you repeat the motion, he does, and it has you throbbing.
You take a moment to swallow your pride, mind hazed by arousal and the innate need to return the feeling he bestows upon you, "God, Mirio," you let out a shuddered breath, "you..-you sound so good."
You're almost surprised when he quietly cusses against you, clearly taken by the looming throes of passion. When he pushes himself up, he's almost panting.
"Can I taste you, baby?" He urges in a hushed whisper, pleading, "can I touch you some more? God, I-I need it, [name]. I gotta taste you, wanna feel you on my tongue--please? Will you let me?" He sweetens the deal by pressing his flushed, wet lips across your tummy, big blue begging eyes latched onto your face in earnest.
God, how could you say no to that face?
With a quiet nod and a whisper of consent, he beams from the space between your legs.
Eager, he shuffles down and slips his thick fingers into the waist band of your underwear, tugging it down past your thighs and sitting up to reverently bend each leg and help you out of them.
He kisses your calves when he does so, and your core tingles in delight at the adoring sensation.
Mirio lays on his front, propping one of your knees over a broad shoulder to give him more room to taste you. His breath pans across your plush skin, and you become alarmingly aware of where he is.
You can feel yourself clenching before he's even touched you, and you swallow a humiliated whine at the prospect of him knowing.
Self conscious, you squeeze him between your thighs and he chuckles. He runs a warm hand up your leg and squeezes your hip, "you're okay, just wanna taste, yeah?"
You take in a sharp breath and nod, heart thundering as he draws closer to your core. The moment his lips touch you, you panic--embarrassment flooding you.
"Wait--shit!"
As though reading your mind, his grip turns into an iron latch on your hips, forcibly stilling you as you jerk and try to squirm up the bed. He draws a wet stripe up your slit, tasting your arousal, and he groans.
Within moments, your soaking his chin and gripping the pillow under you to stay in control of yourself. He's clumsy, evidence of his inexperience, but excited; tonguing your slit and swallowing your juices, eating almost more for his pleasure than for yours.
With a jagged gasp, you reach a hand down to him, caressing his temple and shakily guiding him to where it feels good the most. Mirio takes your cue and licks around, eyeing you until you jolt again when he swipes over your clit. In an instant, he latches on, sucking and drooling and licking at it.
It's hard to breathe--lightning pleasure striking you.
He lets go of your hip, using a hand to ease a thick finger into you as he kisses around your thighs. You tense at the feeling, "feels weird..." and you can feel yourself clenching, body adjusting to the intrusion.
Your fingers never felt like this, though yours are smaller in comparison. Or maybe it's because it's him? The foreign sensation of another's touch shocking your senses.
Then he starts licking you again, finger curling upwards and thrusting softly--and you almost shout.
He makes you cum twice.
One, to help ease in more of his fingers, and another, to prepare you for something else.
After peppering your lower half in kisses and crawling back up to meet you with a goofy, lovedrunk grin, he quietly shushes you and bats your hand away when you reach down to please him.
"Next time, baby," your heart flutters at the promise of it. Mirio's cheeks dimple in company of his bashful smile, "I don't know if I'll be able to last."
He reaches over to the bedside table, tearing a square sachet attractively with his teeth and slipping on a condom before he notches his tip against your clit. You lift your hips to help angle him in.
It takes a few awkward bumps and a tension breaking snicker between you both before he starts nudging into you, and you take in a sharp breath in anticipation of the stretch.
"Ooh, Miri," you wince, and he quickly pasues, lathering you in attention.
"Am I too much? S-Should I pull out?"
You exhale slowly, blinking as you bring your hazy mind into focus.
"No! No," a soft sigh leaves your lips as your body adjusts to his size, "just... keep going slow, mkay?"
He continues at your assurance, watching and listening to you carefully for anymore signs of discomfort. Mirio swallows a whine in his throat, adams apple bobbing with the effort, at the feeling of your hot, fleshy walls struggling to swallow him all.
Despite your mild struggle, a small puddle leaks into the sheets beneath you.
Within moments, Mirio's hips are pressed flush against yours, soon after beginning to gently rock into you before progressing into deep thrusts.
He hovers over you, shielding you with his large form while your legs tighten around his trim waist. He babbles almost mindlessly to you, expressions of love and praise falling from his lips as he pushes his girth in and out.
A filthy plap, plap, plap accompanies the sound of both of your puffed breaths and wanton moans.
You could almost feel embarrassed at the noise if your thoughts were not already turned to mush.
The feeling of his throbbing cock squelching in your depths leaves you heaving for breath. God, he just fills you up.
Getting to this point had taken time, and a lot of effort and patience on both ends for him to be able to easily thrust into you--fuck, it was all worth it.
"Ngh..! Mmh, a-ah, ah..!"
Hands clutching at his shoulders and clawing his back, fingers digging into the dips of his muscles as he pants and moans into your neck; stars speckle your sight when the tingly coil tightening in your belly snaps.
You had anticipated your climax, having felt it build and build and build--but it floods through you nonetheless, like a rope splintering before it rips.
Mirio feels your body tensing, furthermore, he can feel your slick hole clenching and unclenching, twitching rapidly before it clamps down on him--sucking him in a wet, plush chasm that hurdles him towards his own end.
"I-I'm--Nhg~..! A-Ah..!"
You whine softly, weakly pushing at a broad shoulder, "M-Miri..."
"Ooh~...O-Oh," He groans before tenderly pulling out and rolling off of you, having nearly lost his strength while he got lost in you, "sorry... Are you okay?"
"Mhm," You hum softly, dreary and in bliss. Missing the weight of him despite having pushed him off, you use the last of your energy to heave one of his beefy arms over you, snuggling into him in all your nakedness.
A yawn escapes you, feeling oddly fatigued, "...'nd you?"
"Me?" He blinks, "oh, y-yeah, yeah! I'm great. So--so great." His hair is messy and his face is flushed. You snicker, paying no mind to the heat creeping up your neck as you lay by him.
"...feel good."
"Yeah, baby?" Mirio breathes a laugh, kissing your head while he tightens his arm around you, bringing you closer. "Should probably get cleaned up, lovely."
You shake your head against him, "not yet... 'm not ready yet."
He hums softly, "Okay. Later then," his own eyes begin to feel heavy, but he can't find himself to take them off of you. "I love you~..."
And he can feel you smile against his skin, "I love you too, Miri..."
Just read your little mini explanation on the mha soulmate series and I love how you write the soulmate au.
Fated to be together but with a little chase?? A little yearning?? A little drama?? Bro sign me up. I'm so impressed with how you were able to write several similar concepts with different execution that fit each character.
hihi~ thank youuu!
YOU GET ME FRRRRR 😩😩 I long to be yearned for. And while I'm not one for angst--I'll take me a little drama any day. yessir!
TYSMMM I am also quite proud of my execution teehee. I love these kinds of concepts (which must be obvious by now) but I also don't want it to get boring. And come on, I could never just do one character. It's gotta be a whole cast, haha.
Thank you so much for this!!! You've brightened my day :)
adilla kia akia syulapoe - [Performance Unit] | SPELL SERIES NAVIGATION | FEM
blurb:
A short series of events wherein you meet the guardians of the tides: protectors of their people and humans alike, you're engulfed by a world of mythics, beauty, and fate.
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, fantasy au, mythical guardians! performance unit, merfolk jun, jiaolong (water dragon) minghao, selkie soonyoung, water nymph chan, fluff, intertwined souls, short stories, polyamory, divine intervention, love in its purest form
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Perhaps your dreams weren't so far fetched at all.
This beach view is ethereal, as though you've stumbled upon a hidden oasis.
The waters are crystal clear, twinkling in empyrean blue along the line of the horizon. Soft white sand acts as its canvas, shells shimmering as gentle waves sift over them. Healthy tufts of sea grass sway elegantly in motion with the ginger currents, and you can spot tiny silver fish swimming in and out on occasion, their scales glinting in the sunlight.
You've seen this place in your sleep.
You thought it was a hoax when you saw it advertised in an online ad while you were mindlessly scrolling through your socials: participate in this quick survey for a chance to win a vacation to an elysian paradise!
You had snorted when you first read it, ha! As if. Your thumb clicked on the image link of a much too pretty to not be photoshopped beach, which then led you to a three minute survey where all you had to do was choose which pictures resonated with you the most. It was actually quite entertaining, kind of like those buzzfeed personality tests.
Afterwards, all you had to do was input your email and phone number to be eligible for a chance to win that vaction. You thought why not and did so anyway.
And look where you are now...
stories are released in no particular order unless mentioned otherwise
chapter i | chapter ii | chapter iii | chapter iv | chapter v | chapter vi | tbc~
I would love to read a story about Nanami from jjk with someone who’s his polar opposite!since he’s stoic and serious I think it would be interesting to see him interact with a bubbly and affectionate person. I was thinking it could be something along the lines of, him and reader not really getting along at all. Like reader tries really hard but he doesn’t really care for her :(. But she’s so persistent 24/7!! Which eventually leads to her being in a coma for a while and he visits her every day! I’m a sucker for angst/comfort…
Anywayy I hope you get to seeing this! I find stories like these to be especially interesting..
Time to Spare - [Nanami Kento] GN
blurb:
Nanami's never met someone so bubbly, so willing to go out of their way for others. You remind him of Haibara, almost. Someone who will inevitably lose themselves for the sake of others.
He sees no point in getting attached. You're simply co-workers, another sorcerer in the city. Always so generous with your time, when Nanami would rather spend his alone.
Soon, he learns that maybe, he doesn't mind sharing his time with you as much as he had thought.
requested by: anonymous
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, minor angst/comfort, fluff, sunshine x grumpy, i may rewrite some of this at a later time, sorry this took so long??, live laugh love nanami
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Nanami's never been more exhausted.
Every aspect of work sucked, whether it be in a stuffy office or the backstreets of Tokyo, it's all the same. Conforming to society's improbably standards, sucking up to the higher ups--pointless.
And when he thought that his salarywork sucked the life out of him, integrating back into jujutsu society was like a slap in the face.
He's come across many new faces since his return, most of whom he couldn't care less for; he sees no reason to involve himself unneccessarily, unlike a certain someone.
That certain someone being you.
You're not new to the jujutsu world, but you certainly act like it. Oohing and awing at all the different techniques, boundless questions spilling from your mouth like a waterfall.
And just like a rushing waterfall, you're loud and transparent. You reminded him of Haibara. You wear your heart on your sleeve, every word you say true to your soul. It would do you more harm to tell a lie than the actual lie itself.
And you're smiley. So very smiley.
Your cheer has those around you perking up ever so slightly, your positive aura seeping into their gloomy mood and transferring over. Your energy is infectious, and your kindess knows no bounds.
But where some see kind, others see naive. And Nanami knows that it's only a matter of time before you get yourself hurt. But that will be no one's fault except your own.
To his ire, you've attached yourself to him for reasons unknown to all but you it seems. Your face brightens whenever you see him, whilst his remains as passive as stone. When your pearly eyes seek his in approval, his remain sharp cut in the opposing direction. Although you speak to him sweetly, excitedly, he remains curt and brief.
He sees no reason to get attached, and he's not inclined to make new friends.
At times, your company is so grating he'd almost perfer to be in the proximity of Gojo.
Almost.
He'd never truly stoop that low.
Such a subjection would be much too cruel, even for you.
"Nanami-san!" You approached him one day with a lightly crinkled paper bag, "is your mission in Roppongi today? I saw the bakery you normally go to was closed this morning, so I made you a sandwhich instead! The lettuce I had isn't as fresh, but it should still be crunchy!"
He had acknowledged you with a nod, but only took the lunch offering once you'd nudged it into his hands.
"[last name]," he had addressed you curtly, "don't go out of your way to do such needless errands. It's better to conserve your energy for your own sake." You had only giggled and shook your head fondly in response.
You had been there when Gojo first placed Yuji under his supervision, snickering in the corner when the young sorcerer greeted him with an ecstatic "nanamin!"
He could only deadpan at your not to secret conspiratorial whispers with the boy after he had scolded him for the nickname.
"Pssh, don't mind him," He could hear the smile in your voice, "he's actually really nice once you get to know him."
Nanami disagreed with you. He is not quite nice.
He is well mannered, and can read social cues decently enough. He's observant to a point he can depict when one's mood switches at a particular point in conversation, letting him know when to diverge the topic at hand. He knows when to keep his mouth shut, unlike some. But opposingly, he will not stand to be walked over, strictly knowing his boundaries.
In Nanami's opinion, he is not nice. He's just a decent human being.
You, on the other hand, suit the definition of nice in its purest form.
"Nanami-san! I like your hair today!"
It's the same as every other day.
You're the type of person to go out of your way to make someone feel good, whether it be complimenting someone's outfit, or sending a stranger a quick wave and charming smile. Unlike him, you're quite agreeable in conversation. Even on conversations you might not agree, you carefully express your contrasing opinion while keeping the other's thoughts in mind. Your niceness gets you talked over sometimes he's noticed, though you never let it hinder you.
"Oh, Nanami!" You had gasped once, too in shock to remember your formalities regarding him, "your jacket is all torn up!"
Hardly. There was a tear in the seam of his shoulder from an altercation with a curse. The higher ups had neglected to inform him of the apropriate number which he would be facing. He had handled it nonetheless.
He had shrugged off the garment after tucking away his wrapped blade. He would have simply folded it over his arm to deal with later if not for you reaching out and tugging it from him.
He didn't quite put up a fight in you taking it from him, letting it slip from the crook of his elbow.
"I actually have some thread at home. The colour might be a tad lighter, but it'll be hidden in the seam, so you can't even tell!" You smiled at him, all teeth and reassuring eyes, "I can drop it off for you tomorrow--it'll save you the trouble of finding a tailor. Oh! When I do, how about we get lunch together too?"
You're much too generous with your time, in Nanami's opinion.
When he'd rather bask alone, tie loose, shoes off, with a glass of whiskey on the rocks and a book in hand in the low light of his living room, you're skittering around; out and about either chattering away and wishing someone a pleasant evening, or walking from one place to another, street to street to pick out what you want for dinner before treating yourself to a series of desserts that you're more inclined to bring to jujutsu high the next day in a share box.
You'd more willingly spend your nights tending to someone else's problem than settle in the quiet of your own company.
Hm.
True to your word though, the next day you turned up at his door with his jacket neatly sewn and pressed across your arm. By your feet was a carefully placed reusable bag of his favourite luncheon accompanied by a sheepish, but nonetheless heart-warming smile on your face.
Nanami thinks you're much too generous with your time indeed.
Now though, seeing you laid across the medical bed in Shoko's sanction, skin losing it's colour while your lips dry by the day, he can't help but be a little selfish, seating himself in your eerily quiet company.
You've never been so quiet before. It's unsettling.
Your latest mission landed you in a hot zone with four first grade curses. You held your own, but ultimately knew you wouldn't leave unscathed.
You'd successfuly excorcised the curses, ridding them of their existence. But with them went your consciousness, partly an after effect from one of the fiends, and partly due to your imminent exhaustion.
For two weeks you'd been silent.
In that time Nanami realised that in your generous sharing of time, your deeds were gradually returned. Many others visited you in the times Shoko allowed, heavy hearts and occassionally teary eyes sparing every second they could to stay a little longer at your side, hoping that their share of time would transfer to you, and you would awaken once more.
Though none gave their time quite like Nanami did.
The moment your weary body reached the med bay, Nanami remained seated by your bedside.
He hadn't said anything at first, only taking place by your side, sitting quietly, listlessly, until Shoko ushered him out for the night.
The next day, he sat with his jacket folded over his arm. The seam had yet to come undone--a sure sign of your impeccable work. He breathed in time with your slow breaths.
On the third day, he brought lunch with him. He got it from a place he knows you frequent, choosing something he thought he'd seen you favour the most. If you didn't eat it today, he was sure you'd eat it during the night if he left it there.
He simply turned a blind eye to the sight of the untouched lunch when he returned the following day.
In the second week, he approached your form with three flowers--an admittedly meek sight in comparison to the slowly fraying boquets others had left in their visits. The white gardenias would compliment the tint of your lips once you reach good health.
He believed you would.
The world would be damned if it snuffed out one more gleaming light.
He added three more flowers two days later, white jasmines, to accompany the others. They'd been placed in a pretty vintage vase that Gojo has scounged up from somewhere on one of his visits. One of the few things the man has been useful for, Nanami supposed.
He noticed your breaths weren't as shallow anymore. And although your lips were still dry, your skin had begun to flush slightly with your colour.
He decided to read to you that day, sure that you were sick of the snivelling silence.
Another two days pass, and it's on the brink of the third week of your unconsciousness that Nanami walks in with three more flowers to add to your collection, beautiful red roses to add some colour to his otherwise bland concoction. You'd appreciate some more colour, he's sure.
Nine pretty flowers posed in a healthy posture by your bedside table, and Nanami took his seat by your side as he always did.
He picked up the book he had been reading, glancing at the door for any guests unwelcome in his space, before continuing on from where he had left off.
His voice is low, not quite emotive, but ensnaring nonetheless. He reads for an hour or so, passing a good few chapters before he decides he's sick of his own voice. He'd realised over time that he preferred yours more.
He silently promises to continue reading after a moment, placing the book open and down on his knee while he clears his throat, shifting for more comfortability.
A quiet hum eminates from his left, and he pauses.
"...I like that chapter," your voice, uncharacteristically hushed and croaky from lack of use, rings in his ears, and he stares at you with carefully placid features despite his racing heart.
You hadn't move much, only tilting your head on your pillow to better face him.
Your cheeks look fuller all of a sudden, and despite your obvious malaise from laying stiff for so long, you smile at him warmly, like you always do.
Then, your eyes flit to his jacket discarded over the back of his chair.
"The seam hasn't broken, right?"
The corner of his lips twitch into a downward smile.
Nanami thinks you're too nice. You're much too generous with your time. But he'd never dare complain when you spend it all with him.
And he too, thinks that he enjoys the sound of you more than his own quiet company.
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝓂𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓁𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 ࿐ྂ
➻ "An indulgence of mine... but, perhaps not your cup of tea."
𝕲𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖙
➸ Kaveh
➸ Alhaitham
➸ Ayato Kamisato
➸ Navia
𝖂𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖘
➸ Xiangli Yao
➸ Yuanwu
𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖊
➸ Zayne
➸ Sylus
𝕵𝖚𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖘𝖚 𝕶𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓
➸ Nanami Kento
➸ Higuruma Hiromi
𝕭𝖔𝖐𝖚 𝕹𝖔 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖔 𝕬𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆
➸ Mirio Togata
➸ Tamaki Amajiki
➸ Shoto Todoroki
➸ Momo Yaoyorozu
𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖓
➸ S.Coups
➸ Wonwoo
➸ Dokyeom (DK)
➸ Dino
𝕶𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝕺𝖋 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊
➸ Julie
➻ Feel free to interact with selfships or headcannons and delulu of your own! If our love interests overlap, I'll reply in hand with another.
╰┈➤ (i.e., if you talk about your latest date with Shoto, I'll talk about Mirio instead, hehe)
➻ If selfships are not your thing and this kind of content makes you cringe/uncomfortable, filter and/or block the tag #mtchee life
Sorry for the wait, I am currently being not only cooked, but stewed, deep fried, and steamed by uni right now. Tell me why I have 3 essays to write within 4 weeks. Barely even a week between them.
What have I done.
Anyway.
Coming soon is a Nanami request from an anon (sorry it's taken so long! I don't know why it's so hard for me to right T-T I love the concept), a spicy Mirio request, and a requested SAGAU fluff continuation!
Within the next month or so, these will be published. I've already written at least (if not more) than half of each, or at least have an idea or where I'll go. It's just a matter of getting to it now.
I might keep you guys preoccuipied by some drabbles and imagines to satiate your appetite, haha, but we'll see.
I just wanna say you write really well! I finished reading all your MHA soulmate series and I love them all so much. I can tell you love the characters a lot by how you write about them and you have a way with words when you craft each story. -that fits each of them perfectly. I’ve really enjoyed reading them, they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Mirio and Tenya are two of my top favorite characters, so I was delighted to see them a part of the series. And I even enjoyed other characters too a lot. Thank you for writing and sharing your series with us. The whole silent soulmate concept is intriguing and I’m glad to have read it. I am looking forward to reading the rest you have planned! :D
(don’t mind me I am suddenly ur biggest fan) (I wanna write like u ngl) (Mirio being peach tea is so him and dare I say cannon) (I love the MC of each story too sm)
What if I start crying rn 🥺🥺
Thank you so much!!! I genuinely try so hard to keep everyone in character as best I can, though ofc the occasionally OOC softness I let slip bc who doesn't love the idea of them melting for us 😌
I FREAKING LOVE MIRIO AND TENYA--I DEVOUR ALL OF THEIR CONTENT FR.
Tysm for reading!! Hearing what you think about what I write gets me feeling so giddy, it's always so motivating too! I've always loved the concept of unconditional love (in a way, a fated pull) where there is love even for one's flaws (in a healthy manner), but I've definitely got an itch for a slight chase; longing for someone not just because fate says so, but because you choose to.
Does that make sense?
Anyway, congrats, you got me going on a tangent into my innermost thoughts and dreams. Damn.
I often adapt my writing to other's styles which I like. I'm certainly not perfect, nor the best, but damn you really think so!?!?! Such high praise... >///<
Thank you for noticing the different MCs! I normally keep them pretty basic, not to be boring but just so it's easier for reader's to picture themselves I guess? But obviously, not everyone acts like I do, people think different things and feel different things in all kinds of situations. So I've been branching out to add in a bit of spice.
It also helps me improve my writing for characters that way too!
😌😌 Mirio would love peach tea. I think out of everything, it definitely suits him best as well, haha.
I'm definitely continuing the series! I've just been swamped with uni work recently, but I've still been wanting to keep my writing and creativity flowing, so for now I've just been pumping out some drabbles and imagines.
I've got a couple anonymous requests to get to as well! Those will be done soon once I've got the time.
Thank you so much for sending this in! I'm the type of person that'll think about this randomly even years later. So know that you've really touched my heart!!
Thank you!!! 🥰🥰🥰
(I've also read all your comments on my fics, teehee~ tysm for all the love <3)
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, cat! jjk au, non sorcerer au, cat! gojo, kitty satoru, fluff, he's a little shit, love my cat series aww
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Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru. You have no idea where he's from, or who his owner is--but apparently it's you now.
You first saw him loitering obnoxiously outside your region's specialty sweets shop, and he was pawing at the window display longingly. Then suddenly, his head turned to you and he hasn't left you alone since.
When he sauntered over, you cooed and gave him some attention before heading on your way. The strange cat followed you for a bit, and you gently shooed him off a few times before he relented. It was only when you finally got home that you realised he actually hadn't.
He popped up in front of your door bright and early the next morning, sitting all poised and beaming at you before letting himself in.
His fur was too clean to have been out in the streets for long, and he was much too well groomed to be a stray.
But he was yours now, it seemed. Or maybe you were his.
Either or.
Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru, one of the prettiest cats you have ever seen.
He's fat.
Or at least, it looks like he is at first.
He's incredibly fluffy, with pristine white fur and the most darling baby pink paws. His eyes are an entrancing cerulean blue, though hidden behind a pecular pair of rounded blackout specs that fit perfectly proportionate to his kitty face. He didn't have a collar--still doesn't with you.
Instead, you had found his name engraved in tiny elegant lettering on the temple of his accessory.
Cat! Gojo Satoru is long. You had been fooled into his thickness from the look of all his fluff, but then when you held him and let him dangle, he just extended.
You had been kneeling when you had first done so, holding him out at arms length from under his shoulders and his hind legs were comfortably touching the ground. You were shocked, all the whilst he went slack and let you manoeuvre him however you wanted.
Imagine living with cat! Gojo Satoru, who fucking yaps nonstop.
He's a chatty little thing, and awfully entitled too.
Just like when he first appeared and walked into your house like he'd always lived there, he abides by his own whims no matter what.
While you buy the prettiest decorative pillows, he kneads them and pokes holes in them like it's nobody's business while shaking off his fur all over. Now, along with his furballs, you see tuffs of the pillows stuffing sticking out from his claw marks.
When you buy him the best kitty bed that you can afford (accompanied by the softest blanket), he turns up his nose and rolls himself around on your clean bedsheets.
He ignores his scratching post in favour of the leg of your dining table.
He would rather starve than eat any of his dry food.
He will not just be drinking tap water--it must be served nice and cold from the fridge. He will also not drink any sort of cat-safe milk. He wants it fresh and full cream. If you have any sort of milk substitutes (whether it be skim, almond, whatever), that won't fly. No, you have a full-cream carton just for him.
Also, whipped cream. He loves it.
God forbid you run out.
He will find a way into your kitchen cabinets and pantry, and he will be eating any and all of the sweets you have stored. Sour gummies? Devoured. Hard boiled candy? Those sugar rocks are done for. Complimentary chocolate? Not a single crumb left behind.
You have no idea how he isn't dead yet.
Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru constantly starving for your attention. He'll yowl, mewl, trill, scream--anything for just a lick of your time.
Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru frightening away your creep of a neighbour who was trying to force his way into your home.
With your eyes slightly glossy from fear of what could happen to you, features perpetually frozen in an expression of discomfort and fright--your cat weaves between your legs with a sweetened "mreow?" before taking seat by your feet.
He tilts his head at the sight of the unwelcome disgrace of a human being leering in towards you, leaning threateningly against your door frame. Despite cat! Gojo's light hearted trill, his fluffy tail swishes agressively from side to side behind him.
A quiet panic latches onto your heart--you don't know if you could bear it if anything happened to him too. "Satoru, inside please," your voice trembles as you whisper at him.
Your neighbour glances down, puffing a condescending laugh at the fluffy cat before taking a step forward and reaching for your arm.
You don't really remember what happened after that. You don't recall blacking out, or maybe it all happened in a blink? Either way, by the time you regained your senses, the offender was scattering off with a series of wounds littering his form, and a scorch mark was left where he once stood in his wake. You swallow wearily, processing everything.
Cat! Gojo plants his fluffy butt back down by your feet, licking at his front paw indifferently before looking up at you with his big, sunglass clad eyes.
When you let out a soft breath of relief and incredulity, he sticks out his little pink tongue with a dopey cat-grin.
Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru, escaping and wandering off for hours at a time, only to come back with some sort of (rather expensive) gift in his clutches.
He's the adventerous sort. Although he loves to laze around the house, he gets the urge to be up and off, and he'll annoying weasel between your legs and make you trip up before heading on his way.
He might leave for the day, but by the evening he always returns. Sometimes you'll find him waiting patiently at your door like you did when you first found him, this time with something akin to an offering sitting at his paws.
Other times he'll already be back in the house, awaiting you leisurely with his present sat nearby.
He's popped up with a paper bag of pricey chocolates (perhaps in replacement of the ones he ate in your pantry?), a pouch of authentic ginger and tea leaves (you'd been complaining about getting migraines recently...), a cashmere scarf (winter is getting closer, where the HELL did he nick a CASHMERE SCARF from!?), and a thin, 22-carat gold chain from GOD KNOWS WHERE.
Whenever you scold him for stealing, he never looks abashed. If anything, he goes out the next day and returns with something even more expensive for you to panic about.
Imagine having a bad day and indulging in your most bed-rotting desires with cat! Gojo Satoru.
Normally you wouldn't eat in bed. You don't like the feeling of grain or bits and pieces poking you in your sleep. Aside from the occassional, mostly able to eat clean meal, you wouldn't eat in bed.
But today--today is an exception. What started as a decent morning turned into an annoying afternoon and a shitty evening. A flurry of emotions battle within you: frustration, irritation, sadness, confusion, annoyance--it ate up at you.
So after getting home and foregoing a shower to change into some old, tatty pyjamas to make you feel even more miserable, you'd picked out your most unhealthy snacks to take out your upset on.
When you get home, normally you'd greet cat! Gojo happily, or at least with a cuss after he trips you up in his excitement, but after a simple sigh and sad, passing smile, he knew something was up.
And so the graceful feline joins you on your bed, padding softly over the covers to stare at you uncomfortably. And when you notice and wave him away with a scrunched nose, finally he scoots closer and rolls onto his back, wriggling up to you with a gentle playfulness that you can't help but indulge.
You poke at his paws when he stretches them out at you, and for once, you decide to share your pile of treats with him. Together, you crunch down on some chips, chew on some candy, eat all your chocolate, and gradually spoon away all your ice cream.
And even when it's all gone, cat! Gojo lays with you some more before gently coaxing you up and guiding you towards your bathroom, urging you to wash the crappy day away.
And when you're done, he's waiting for you on the bed with the messy doona dragged off and replaced with a clean one, pillows fluffed and his favourite plush toy placed as an offering.
Imagine cat! Gojo Satoru taking up a majority of your bed at night because he refuses to sleep elsewhere. Not only does he take over your bed, but also your space.
Where you go, he goes.
When you decide to nap on the couch, he'll flop himself onto your tummy and crawl up to your chest, splaying himself over your body like a weighted blanket.
If you decide to take a nap outside on the grass, he'll lay tummy-up with his head pressed against yours, the both of you soaking in the warmth of the sun. Or, shoulder the weather be a little chilly, he'll cosy up to your side, flopping across your arm and nuzzling into your neck.
On your bed, if you shift so much as an inch, he follows. Where this might lead you to balance precariously on the edge of your side of the bed, eventually he'll just flop on top of you since you keep moving away.
He's a clingy little shit.
But to be honest, you wouldn't have him any other way.
cw: not edited, second-person-pov, cat! jjk au, non sorcerer au, cat nanamin, kitty kento, fluff
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Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, who you officially adopted from your cafe manager who was moving abroad and couldn't take proper care of him anymore.
He's an elegant feline; short blond fur and gorgeous whiskey irises. He's quite tall when you stretch him out, and you can see lithe muscles outlined on his shoulders when he walks. He adorns a unique collar, being in the form of a navy button shirt collar cut off with an appropriately cat-sized leopard print necktie. You've had his name iron pressed onto the back of the tie, alongside your initials and phone number in case he ever gets lost.
Nanami is evidently a very strong cat--you've witnessed him battle off a doberman when you were helping your manager move her boxes to the front of her apartment complex when the dog ran at you.
There was an off leash park around the corner of the block, and it must've escaped, telling by the alarmed shouts for the canine to yield from afar.
You had shrieked and turned your back defensively to the snapping jaws of the dog, only for a familiar blond feline to leap to your defence.
Not a single hiss escaped him while he swiped at the attacking animal, though a warning growl rumbled in his throat when the dog tried biting at him again.
By the time the owner reached your shaken form, the doberman had its ears pinned and was hunched submissively in fear under the stern eye of cat! Nanami.
Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento who, despite his obvious strength, is very pliant with you.
He's very quiet, and a very mature cat despite his youth. He doesn't play much, though it seems he'll indulge you every once in a while when you sway a colourful feathered tassle over his head.
Your manager had informed you he doesn't like much physical contact. Aside from the occasional pet, he didn't let her near. So imagine your silent confusion when he brushes up against your calf one morning in greeting before jumping up onto his favourite spot in the window sill to sunbathe.
And then again a gentle nudge of his head in thanks when you serve him his food for breakfast.
You've been hesitant to touch him, having been warned about his aversion to physical affection, and unsure of his temperment.
Safe to say you were shocked when he curled up next to you on the couch while you had a book in your lap, settling himself so he was pressed comfortably against your thigh. You had froze and refused to move an inch in fear of disturbing him.
Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, who is much more tolerant of you than others. Nanami is a patient feline.
He senses someone at the door and alerts you with a sounding "meow" before they can even knock.
When you have company over, he usually sits himself in the same room as you and lounges around adjecent to where you are. He likes to keep an eye on things, you've noticed. When you have more rowdy company over, like your little cousins and such, he does tend to hide himself away, or at least keep himself poised where they can't reach.
He doesn't allow strangers to pet him, and he doesn't quite care for getting to know other humans. If any friends of yours drop around regularly, the most they'll get out of him is a brief pet or two while he saunters away from the door and back to his watching spot.
With you, however, he allows himself to melt in your affection. Where with others he is stiff and indifferent, with you he purrs lowly while slumping, forcing you to accommodate your hold on a liquidised cat.
He pretends he doesn't care for your touch, staring through you with hardened features. But the way he lets you pick him up and cuddle him says otherwise.
Imagine just how protective cat! Nanami is over you.
Oddly enough, he likes to accompany you when you drag yourself out of your room for a walk outside. The first few times he tried to follow you out though, you thought he was just seeing you off at the door.
He had looked very disgruntled when you ushered him back inside, and he had stared you down through the window when you walked passed again. When you returned, he hadn't moved an inch.
He walks by your side on the footpath, occasionally leaping onto window sills and benches when the path gets a bit too crowded.
He'd glower at anyone that would shoulder check you, and he'd spook off any animals that posed any sort of danger to you in their approach.
Imagine cat! Nanami giving you a concerned meow whenever you injure yourself. Whether you stub your toe on the corner of your bed, bump your calf into the sharp corner of the coffee table, or hit your head on the bathroom cabinet door--you'll hear him soon after, as though asking, "are you alright?"
If it really affects you, and you're slouched onto the ground rubbing your head with pursed lips, he'll give you a once over, even jumping up on the counter or leaning on your shoulder to get a good look at where you got hurt.
You can feel his little nose puffing air onto your head as he inspects you, and he might give you reassuring lick depending on if he sees any buising or whatnot.
Imagine how cat! Nanami reminds you to take your daily meds and/or vitamins if you need them. He keeps you on a strict schedule, and he gets grumpy if you ignore him and put it off.
Imagine cat! Nanami consoling you when you're stressed. Whether it be from work, or school--when you're sitting on the couch and staring blankly into the wall, or crying into your hands, curled up on your bed, he'll approach you with tentative steps, and trill softly to announce his presence.
Sometimes you might ignore him, either having not heard or just not able to pull yourself together enough to acknowledge him, and sometimes you reach out and pull him into a tight hug.
Whichever happens, usually he'll prod over to you and observe how you're feeling before giving you a nudge with his wet nose. After getting your attention, he'll willingly place himself in your space, purring softly. His presence is quiet, but comforting and unwavering. There, he'll stay with you until you feel ready to pick yourself back up again.
Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, the purrfect gentleman.
If you happen to be changing in the room, he turns away respectfully--which you found odd for a cat, but sweet nonetheless.
If you ever ponder aloud something that you've misplaced, more often than not he'll appear soon after with said item, otherwise he'll patiently call for your attention and lead you to it.
Whenever you do go on walks, if you stop for a break he'll often wander off (though never too far) and return with a few flowers in his maw. He'll place them in your lap or in your hands when you bend down to retrieve them, and he looks awfully accomplished when you coo at him in thanks.
Imagine going back and forth with cat! Nanami when he scolds you one day on your sodium intake. He can't really scold you, but the way he stares at you and grumbles says otherwise.
He'd taken to raiding your pantry and hiding all of your instant ramen so you actually have to make yourself dinner.
When you pick up your phone to order takeout, you shout when he suddenly knocks it out of your hand and takes off with it. He's gone before you can even blink, and by the time you chase him through your home and catch him, he's already got it hidden.
And while you berate him for his antics, you can't help but feel a little more frustrated at the subtly smug look in his kitty eyes.
Imagine living with cat! Nanami Kento, and annoying him to your hearts content. While he relaxes on the backrest of the couch, you'll sneak up and pull him into your chest, nuzzling your face into his fur aggressively.
When you're doing your skincare routine, you like to keep him on the tip of his kitty paws by flicking water at him while he sits patiently by the sink. You snicker when he stills, his eyes slipped shut while his tail jerks to the side in irritation.
During the day when you're particularly bored, you'll walk past him while he's perched comfortably in his favourite spot to sunbathe and flip his tie over his head. You'll skitter away with a laugh while he deadpans and growls an empty threat.
At night, when you just can't fall asleep and cat! Nanami slumbers beside you peacefully, you decide to pin down his tail with the weight of your hand. He remains unperturbed, but when you lift your hand he flicks the appendage away swiftly. You giggle, and do it again.
By the forth time, he gets up, thoroughly roused from his once peaceful sleep, and retaliates by laying himself across your face like an eye mask.
He'll indulge in a little play fight with you, batting away your hands with his claws sheathed, sometimes forcing the breath out of you by rolling down onto your chest, to tire you out.
Then, having been entertained, you hum with a dreamy sigh, shifting to lay on your side and getting comfy under the covers while cat! Nanami lets you guide him to cosy up by your chest, cuddling him like a teddy bear.
