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OC x Charakter from whatever universe
Am I the only one who is scared to post their OC that they ship with a charakter from whatever universe that charakter belongs to? (Ex. my OC x Genji from Overwatch) Cause i'm always to nervous to post my OC's x whoever i ship them with. IDk... Like im scared people don't like the ship or my OC is to similar to others etc... Maybe im just crazy XD
I NEED THIS MAN.
Since it's the kn8 women's week and one of the themes of the day is misogyny, I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge a sentiment I've seen floating around this fandom for some time now that I believe is misogynistic:
Some people have voiced that characters like Iharu, Aoi, Haruichi, Kafka, and others are canonically attracted to Mina either sexually or romantically because they listed her as an inspiration for joining the Defense Force. This is not rooted in the canon material and, in my opinion, drawing that conclusion is rooted in misogynistic biases.
Again, I'm adding emphasis that some people have stated this as "canonically accurate" - I'm not talking about headcanons, ship dynamics, etc.
Men can have women as their role models. They can want to be like women, they can be grateful to women, and they can be inspired by women without wanting to be with them romantically or sexually. Honestly, to suggest otherwise does a disservice to not only the female characters of the series, but also to the male characters who have done nothing but view women as role models, heroes, rivals, and equals.
I'm not trying to call anyone out or make anyone feel bad, but I am inviting anyone who might think this way to reflect on their internal biases against female characters and question why they interpreted those manga panels through a romantic/sexual lens. I don't want to sound like a therapist, but I do believe that fiction and fandom are healthy spaces to unpack and examine these complicated ideas and biases.
BLACKWATCH
pokemon au🐉🔥
the fever (or: hoshina soshiro discovers he is weak for clingy wives)
Pairing: Hoshina Souichirou x Reader (established, healing era)
Warnings: fluff, sickness, delirium, clinginess, Hoshina being soft, Reader being adorable, a little bit of humor, lots of warmth
Tone: soft + cozy + "he's never letting go"
X oc (alternative for the x oc)
Hoshina is drowning in paperwork.
The kaiju attack yesterday was brutal—no casualties, but the cleanup alone is going to take weeks. His desk is buried in reports. His eyes are burning. His neck aches from hunching over.
He's just finished the last page when his phone buzzes.
Your name.
He picks up immediately.
"Hey," he says, rubbing his eyes. "I was just about to head—"
"Sou...chirou..."
Your voice is soft. Slurred. Sweet in a way he hasn't heard in months.
He freezes.
"Are you okay?"
"Mmhm. Miss you."
"You saw me this morning."
"Did I?" A pause. "Oh. Yeah. You made tea. You looked pretty."
His heart does something complicated.
"Are you sick?" he asks.
"Noooo. I'm fine. Totally fine. Just... cold. And warm. Both."
"That's a fever."
"It's not."
"Your voice sounds weird."
"You sound weird."
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm coming home."
"Noooo, you're busy. Important Vice Captain things. Killing monsters. Being cool."
"I'm coming home."
"...Okay. Bring soup?"
"I'll bring soup."
"Mmh.. I love you."
The line goes dead.
Hoshina stares at his phone.
She's never said that before. Not like that. Not casual, not easy, not first.
He's out the door in thirty seconds.
He finds you on the couch.
Not lying down. Half-sitting, half-fallen, wrapped in three blankets and one of his old hoodies that you definitely stole. Your face is flushed. Your hair is a disaster.
You look up when he walks in. Your eyes are glassy.
"You came," you say, like you're surprised.
"You called."
"I know but..." You reach out both arms. "Come here."
He sets down the soup. Kneels in front of the couch.
"You're burning up."
"Mm. You're cold." You grab his face with both hands. "Cold and pretty."
"Sounds like a fever dream."
"Maybe. Still true." You squint at him. "You have eyelashes."
"I... yes?"
"Really long ones. That's unfair. I want them."
"You cannot have my eyelashes."
"I'll settle for a kiss."
He hesitates. You're sick. He shouldn't.
But you're looking at him with those half-lidded eyes, and your hands are still on his face, and you've never asked for a kiss before. Not like this. Not like it's simple.
He leans in. Presses his lips to your forehead.
"Wrong spot," you mumble.
"Your forehead is the only safe spot. You're contagious."
"Don't care."
He laughs—quiet, helpless—and kisses your cheek.
"Better?"
"No." You grab his shirt and pull. Hard. He tumbles forward, catching himself on the couch arm, and suddenly you're chest to chest, your arms wrapped around his neck.
"You're warm," you murmur against his jaw.
"You're delirious."
"Mm. Still warm."
He should pull away. He should make you drink water. He should be responsible.
Instead, he shifts, lifting you easily—blankets and all—and carries you to the bedroom.
You giggle. Actual giggles. He's never heard you giggle.
"You're strong," you say.
"I kill kaiju."
"Yeah but you're also... holding me... like I'm... light." You nuzzle into his neck. "Smell good."
"I smell like paperwork."
"No. Smell like home."
He sets you on the bed. Tries to step back.
You don't let go.
"Nooo," you whine, clinging tighter. "Stay. Cold without you."
"You have three blankets."
"Blankets aren't you."
He stares at you.
You stare back. Bottom lip pushed out. Eyes watery (from fever, probably, but also maybe genuine distress).
"You're impossible," he says.
"Impossibly cute?"
"Impossibly stubborn."
He kicks off his shoes. Climbs onto the bed.
The moment he's horizontal, you attach yourself to him like a magnet. Legs tangling with his. Face pressed into his chest. Arms locked around his ribs.
"Oh," he breathes. "Okay. We're doing this."
"Mmhm. Don't talk. Just... be here."
He's not going anywhere.
Twenty minutes later, Hoshina has learned several things:
1. You are extremely warm. Fever warm. He should probably be concerned.
2. You refuse to let go. Every time he shifts, you make a small, distressed noise and tighten your grip.
3. You're still awake. Barely. But your hands are moving.
Touching his face. Tracing his jaw. Poking his nose.
"Boop," you say.
"Did you just boop me?"
"Your nose is nice. Straight. Good for booping."
"That's not... a thing."
"Is now."
Your fingers drift to his eyebrows. You smooth them down with your thumb.
"You furrow a lot. Stress furrows. Shouldn't furrow."
"I'll try not to furrow."
"Good boy."
He chokes.
You're already moving on—tracing his cheekbones, his temples, the shell of his ear. Your touch is featherlight. Reverent. Like you're memorizing him.
"Sou...chi...rou..."
"You're using all my syllables."
"Six syllables. So...u...chi...ro...u..." You pause. "That's six, right?"
"I don't know. I'm bad at math."
"You're bad at feelings too. But you're learning."
He doesn't know how to respond to that.
You don't wait for a response.
You lean closer. Sniff him. Right at his jaw.
"What are you—"
"Smelling. You smell good. Told you."
"You're a weird sick person."
"You love it."
He doesn't deny it.
Then you kiss him.
His cheek first. Then his nose. Then his eyelashes—one eye, then the other, both closed under your lips.
He makes a sound. Something soft. Something he didn't know he could make.
"Your eyelashes are soft," you say. "Like butterfly wings."
"Did you just compare my eyelashes to butterflies?"
"Mmhm. Now hold still. I'm not done."
You kiss his eyebrows. His forehead again. The corner of his mouth.
You hesitate at his lips.
Just hover there. Breath warm against his. Eyes searching his like you're asking permission.
"Scared?" he whispers.
"Don't want to get you sick."
"I don't care."
"You should care."
"I don't."
He closes the distance.
It's soft. Gentle. Not hungry—just... there. A promise. A question.
You sigh against his mouth, and your whole body relaxes, melting into him like you've been holding yourself together for months and finally, finally don't have to anymore.
"Stay," you whisper when he pulls back.
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Promise?"
He thinks about all the nights he left. All the mornings he was gone before you woke up. All the times he chose work over you.
"I promise," he says.
You smile. Small. Sleepy. Trusting.
And then you're out—asleep in seconds, still clinging to him like a koala, face pressed into his neck.
Hoshina lies there, pinned, warm, completely trapped.
He's never been happier.
You wake up eight hours later.
The fever is gone. Your head is clear. And you're wrapped around Hoshina like a vine.
He's awake. Watching you.
"Hey," he says quietly.
"Hey." Your voice is hoarse. "Did I... do anything weird?"
"Define weird."
You groan. "Oh no."
"You called me pretty. And good boy. And you booped my nose."
"I DID NOT."
"You absolutely did. You also kissed my eyelashes. Multiple times."
You cover your face with both hands.
"I'm never getting sick again."
"Liar. You loved it."
"I loved—" You peek at him through your fingers. He's smiling. Soft. Real.
"I loved it too," he admits.
You lower your hands. "Really?"
"I've never... no one's ever..." He looks away, jaw tight. "I didn't know I needed that. To be touched like that. Like I mattered."
Your heart cracks open.
"Soshiro."
"You were sick. You didn't mean it."
"I meant every word."
He looks at you.
"I think you're amazing. And handsome. And your eyelashes are stupidly long. And I want to kiss them again. When I'm not contagious."
His breath catches.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He pulls you closer—not because you're clinging, but because he wants to.
"I'm holding you to that," he says.
"Good."
You fall asleep again, wrapped in each other.
And Hoshina Souichirou, Vice Captain of the Third Division, killer of kaiju, master of the tanto, finally understands what he's been missing.
He's never letting you go.
EPILOGUE: THE NEXT MORNING (THE DIVISION FINDS OUT)
You're fully recovered.
Hoshina is not.
He's been staring into space all morning. Smiling. Kafka is concerned.
"Vice Captain? You okay?"
"Hm?"
"You've been holding that same cup of coffee for twenty minutes. And you're... smiling."
"So?"
"You don't smile. You smirk. There's a difference."
Hoshina sets down the cup. "My wife called me pretty."
Kafka blinks. "Okay?"
"She said I smell like home."
"I... congratulations?"
"She kissed my eyelashes."
Kafka turns to Reno. "Is he having a stroke?"
"No," Reno sighs. "He's just in love. It's worse."
Hoshina ignores them both. He's already texting you.
Hoshina: Are you free for lunch?
You: I have a meeting with Mina.
Hoshina: Cancel it.
You: Excuse me?
Hoshina: Please. I want to see you.
You: ...Are you sick?
Hoshina: Maybe. Fever. For you.
You: That was terrible.
Hoshina: I learned from the best.
You: Fine. Lunch. But you're paying.
Hoshina: Obviously.
He pockets his phone. Smiles again.
Kafka mouths to Reno: "What the hell happened?"
Reno mouths back: "Love. Disgusting."
Across the room, Mina Ashiro watches Hoshina with a small, knowing smile.
She doesn't say anything.
She doesn't have to.
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
if only Gyatso had run away with Aang
the wife they didn't know about (and the captain who kept stealing her)
Pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x Reader
Genre: Fluff, comedy, chaotic domestic energy
Warning: None. Just Hoshina being a dramatic husband and Mina being a menace.
The first time the Third Division finds out Vice Captain Hoshina is married, it's an accident.
Kafka had asked, offhandedly, "Anyone special in your life, Vice Captain?" while they were eating lunch. Hoshina had grunted, pulled out his phone, and showed a photo.
A photo of you. Smiling. Wearing his jacket. Holding a cat.
"Wife," he said. "Three years."
Kafka choked on his rice. Reno dropped his chopsticks. Kikoru's eye twitched.
"You're MARRIED?!"
Hoshina blinked. "Did I not mention it?"
NO. HE DID NOT MENTION IT. FOR THREE YEARS.
The second time is when you show up to bring him lunch.
You'd texted: "Forgot your bento again. Outside."
He meets you at the gate. Takes the bag. Kisses your forehead. Says, "Thanks, love," and walks back inside.
You wave. Leave.
The entire division watched from the windows.
"WHO WAS THAT?!" Kafka screamed.
"My wife," Hoshina said, already opening the bento. "She makes excellent tamagoyaki."
"YOU HAVE A WIFE?!"
"I literally just told you."
"THAT WAS TWO HOURS AGO. I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE SERIOUS."
But here's the thing everyone at Division 3 thinks they know.
They think Hoshina has a thing for Captain Ashiro.
Why? Because he's loyal to her. Defers to her in battle. Followed her since the beginning. There are rumors. Whispers. The kind of gossip that sprouts in any workplace where two attractive, competent people work closely together.
Hoshina knows about the rumors. He doesn't care.
Mina knows about the rumors. She finds them deeply annoying.
You know about the rumors. You think they're hilarious.
The truth is far more chaotic.
Mina Ashiro, Captain of the Third Division, fearsome kaiju killer, ice queen extraordinaire, has one weakness.
Your cooking.
It started innocently. You made extra portions one night and told Hoshina to share with his team. He brought some to Mina. She took one bite. Her eyes widened.
"Who made this?"
"My wife."
"Bring more tomorrow."
And because Mina Ashiro does not ask—she commands—you suddenly had a standing Tuesday meal prep for the Captain.
Then Wednesday.
Then Friday.
Then Mina started texting you directly.
"Name. What's for dinner?"
"Captain. You can't just—"
"I'm not asking."
You sighed. Sent her your schedule. She showed up at your door that evening with groceries and a bottle of wine.
Hoshina came home to find his wife and his captain in the kitchen, drinking, laughing, and absolutely destroying a pot of curry.
"What," he said, "is happening."
"Your wife is teaching me to make katsu," Mina said, not looking up. "Sit down or leave."
He sat down.
He had no choice.
This becomes a pattern.
Mina starts "borrowing" you on your days off.
"Captain, I have plans—"
"Cancelled. We're making mochi."
"But—"
"That's an order."
You'd show up at the base with Mina, both of you covered in flour, and the division would stare.
"Is that... the Vice Captain's wife?"
"With Captain Ashiro?"
"Why are they holding grocery bags?"
"They look... happy?"
Reno, the only sensible one, squinted. "I think Captain Ashiro is stealing his wife."
Hoshina confronts her.
"Mina. Stop stealing my wife."
"I'm not stealing her. She chooses to spend time with me."
"Because you ORDER her to."
"I order her to cook. She chooses to stay because she likes me." Mina took a sip of tea. "Your wife told me you leave your socks on the floor. Honestly, Soshiro, she deserves better."
Hoshina sputtered. "She—that's—we're MARRIED."
"And I'm her favorite captain."
"YOU'RE MY CAPTAIN."
"I'm everyone's favorite captain."
The division watches this argument happen in real time.
Kafka: "Are they... fighting about his wife?"
Kikoru: "Captain Ashiro is definitely flirting."
Reno: "With the WIFE. She's flirting with the WIFE."
Mina: "Y/N is coming over again tonight. We're making dumplings. You're not invited, Soshiro."
Hoshina: "SHE'S MY WIFE."
Mina: "Then learn to cook."
The rumor mill goes into overdrive.
"Hoshina has a thing for Captain Ashiro!"
"No, Captain Ashiro has a thing for his WIFE!"
"Is this a love triangle?"
"It's a love SQUARE at this point. Who's the fourth?"
"Kafka. It's always Kafka."
Kafka, who is just trying to eat his lunch: "WHY AM I INVOLVED?!"
You, meanwhile, are blissfully unaware of the chaos.
You're just happy to have friends. Mina is intense but kind. She doesn't treat you like "the Vice Captain's wife"—she treats you like you. She asks about your day. Remembers your favorite tea. Defends you when Hoshina forgets to do the dishes.
"She called me a menace," Hoshina complains one night.
"Because you are a menace."
"I'm your HUSBAND."
"And I love you. But you're still a menace. Mina thinks so too."
"Stop agreeing with Mina."
"Stop giving her reasons to agree with."
He groans. Falls face-first onto the couch. You pat his head.
"I married a traitor," he mumbles into the cushion.
"You married the woman who makes you tamagoyaki. Be grateful."
The final straw happens at a division banquet.
Everyone is there. Officers from other divisions. Important people. Mina is looking stunning in her dress uniform. Hoshina is looming protectively next to you.
An officer from Division 2 approaches. Looks at Hoshina. Looks at Mina. Leans in.
"So, Hoshina. When are you and Captain Ashiro going to—"
"She's my WIFE," Hoshina snaps, grabbing your hand and shoving it in the officer's face. Your wedding ring catches the light.
The officer blinks.
"I'm married. To HER. Not Mina. MY WIFE. HER." He points at you. Then at Mina. "And Mina keeps STEALING her to MAKE DUMPLINGS."
Mina, from across the room: "The dumplings were excellent, by the way."
You wave. "Thanks, Captain!"
"You're welcome, Y/N."
Hoshina makes a sound like a dying animal.
The officer backs away slowly.
Later that night, you're sitting on the couch. Hoshina's head is in your lap. You're running your fingers through his hair.
"They really thought you and Mina had a thing?" you ask.
"It's the worst rumor I've ever faced."
"Worse than the time they thought you and Kafka—"
"We don't speak of that."
You laugh. He cracks one eye open.
"You're not jealous?"
"Nope."
"Not even a little?"
"You come home to me every night. You hold my hand in public. You tell everyone I'm your wife." You lean down and kiss his forehead. "Why would I be jealous?"
He grumbles. But his ears are red.
"...Mina says you deserve better."
"I have you. That's already better."
He goes very still. Then he sits up, cups your face, and kisses you properly.
"I love you," he says. "Even if you keep cooking for my captain."
"Your captain who outranks you and can order me around?"
"Don't remind me."
You grin. "I'm making dumplings for her tomorrow. Want to come?"
He sighs. "Fine. But I'm eating most of them."
"Deal."
The next day, the division walks into the break room to find Hoshina, you, and Mina sitting around a table, making dumplings. Hoshina has flour on his nose. You're laughing. Mina is critiquing his folding technique ("Too much filling, Soshiro. Your wife taught you better.").
Kafka stares.
Reno takes a photo.
Kikoru whispers, "I'm so confused."
And Mina looks up, deadpan: "He's still terrible at dumplings. But his wife is wonderful. I'm keeping her."
Hoshina: "SHE'S MY WIFE."
Mina: "Then learn to fold properly."
You: "Can we please just enjoy the dumplings?"
Chaos, thy name is the Third Division.
I do not recommend coming to this cafe the service is terrible but the waiters are cute.
your month, your bird!
Local idiot forgets to remove his mask before attempting to drink his wine with a straw
He’s such a loser I love him
Why he
THIS STORY HAS ME DYING OML. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AND SEEING HOW THEY'RE PORTRAYED IS SENDING ME INTO A COMA.
Genji finds the clan overbearing, their morals wrong and their expectations not aligning with who he wants to be. He wants to leave but Hanzo and Kiriko needs him here. He thinks he's in the right, that they should align their standards to him. He is, partially, but in the end he's hurting the people he cares about.
And Hanzo fears the clan, the people there, the elders, his father. Every action Genji takes effects him, effects his family and their status within the clan. He can't have Genji leave either, without him what more would he have? Every person he knows aligns with the clan, he said it himself, they have their eyes on everything.
Not to mention it's clear he was self deprecating even before the incident, which is awesome
The line where Genji says Hanzo calls him selfish struck me so badly... because he is in a way selfish, every action he takes and every misbehavior weighs on them all, I don't think he realized that as quickly as he probably should've.
Hanzo probably felt so betrayed that he said he thought about leaving, leaving Hanzo behind after everything they've been through and after all the hits he took for him. (As shown by him making an excuse to Sojiro)
Neither of them are in the wrong.
I LOVE this skin and my friend commissioned me a while back to make a new icon for him, so i put my entire heart into this one!
