Hi! Uhm, first– I really adore your blog! ^o^ Could I request headcanons for Ash, Eiji and Shorter with an artist in training s/o getting caught trying to draw them?
Ash
He probably caught you drawing him while he was asleep.
That’s basically the only time you could probably draw him without him trying to tease you about it or turning away grumpy cause he didn’t want to be drawn in that moment.
There’s only certain times you could draw him, when he’s immersed in a book or probably sleeping, he gets nervous being drawn but don’t want you to know so he acts grumpy.
Just know he gonna tease you about this when he wakes up. “Don’t forget to get my good side” *does a stupid pose with a wink*
Shorter
He’s so happy your drawing him, you probably were trying to draw him while he was cooking or playing video games.
“I wanna see what it looks like!” “It’s not done yet” “can I see it when it’s done?” “Yeah”
Shorter is definitely doing stupid poses to make you laugh while your trying to draw him.
Boi can’t stay still either, he starts to fidget after 10 minutes of staying still. “Are you done yet?” “No” “aagghh!”
Your drawings are never gonna have a clear picture do to him moving around to much.
Eiji
He gonna know you draw him secretly, idk how but I guess one day he found your sketch book and couldn’t help but look in it and see sketches of him.
He’s honored and a bit bashful that you like to draw him. He doesn’t really think he’s that interesting of a subject to draw.
If you ever get caught in the act of drawing him he just give you a smile and continue with what he was doing.
He won’t ask you to see it if you don’t want to show it. He probably just look at it later when your not looking.
Hi, I’ve been binge reading you’re work and let me tell you they’re *chefs kiss*.So, I have this idea but I can't write to save my life so I was wondering if you could do a steampunk or sailpunk au where Ash lynx is a fallen angel or something of that sort who was captured by Dino. Y/N is a mechanic and she fixes dinos ships or mechanical things falls for ash and is unsure of what to do. so he ends up escaping with her with the help of shorter. they get separated somehow but in the end gets married or get together or smthn???
Idk I’m blabbering at this point feel free to ignore this ask!!
Also stay safe and hydrated 🤗💕
hello hi!!! thank you so much, hearing that people enjoy my writing gets me so freaking happy :)
disclaimer: i had to look up what steampunk and sailpunk au’s were, as i admittedly have never heard of them, but-
i love this idea!!! i don’t think i’ve written any au’s at all on my account, so bare with me please 😅 this took so long to write and i think i went a littleee off track, but i really do hope you like it :)
pairing: ash lynx + fem!reader
warnings: verbal and physical harassment, vulgar language
“what?”
“the main sail has a tear in it. dino wants it fixed by morning.”
your eyebrows rose high at the response, scoffing in disbelief.
“i’m over-qualified for that shit. have one of the other guys sew it or something-“
in a flash, arthur pulled the collar of your shirt, lifting your feet off the ground in the process.
he leveled your eyes to his, narrowing them.
“if papa dino asks you to do something, you fucking do it. don’t act all high and mighty, i’ll shove that pride right down your throat.”
with that, he forcefully let go, watching as you fell on to your back.
you placed your hands behind you, lifting half of your body up as you sent him a glare.
arthur had always aggravated you. you weren’t exactly a “new” member to the crew, though the aggressive rivalry between the two of you did not diminish despite how long you knew each other.
without a word, arthur stepped over you, walking away, his posture seeming triumphant while you laid on in the floor in loss.
sighing, you shook your head as you got up, dusting off your pants.
dino golzine didn’t terrify you. he was your employer - you had the chance to get away if you really wanted to.
though, income was good and he provided you with a place to stay. there was really no reason to leave.
“y/n! heads up!”
immediately, you looked up, your hands instinctively reaching out as a crew member threw you a box.
“needles and thread!” he called out, pointing at the box from above. “dino says it ain’t gotta be perfect. just make sure the wind isn’t goin’ through.”
glancing down at the materials you now carried, you nodded up at him.
as soon as he turned away, you rolled your eyes, huffing as you adjusted the box in your arms and beginning your walk to the main sail.
truth be told, a long tear ran along the bottom.
dino wanted it fixed by morning?
this looked like it’d take you at least a few days.
pursing your lips and eternally sighing once more, you opened the box to begin your work.
but, the commotion behind you halted your movements.
your body quickly whipped around, eyes widening as you noticed nearly the entirety of the crew huddled in one circle.
quickly rushing over, you pushed through the crowd, popping your head through every gap in attempt to see what was in the middle of all this noise.
dino’s men always caused havoc among the ship - though there was something particularly wrong with how they were reacting this time.
there were whistles, laughs, hollers - all behavior you had endured when first being recruited.
it sent a train of unwanted memories down your head, and you winced as you attempted to cycle your mind back to reality.
a harsh shove against your rib lunged your body into self-awareness, and you once again peeked through the men standing in front of you.
and when you saw him... it was hard not to utter a sound a shock.
those wings...
they were real.
all those myths the men kept on the ships - the tales they told during the long winter nights-
the angels were real.
he glowed in the sunlight, just how they described in the books.
he was beautiful as well - his skin was flawless.
but, what was the crew doing with him?
why was there rope around his hands and torso?
his wings were restricted.
he looked to be in pain.
you glanced around, hoping to find a sane person on board.
but, everyone was smiling. laughing, even.
they pulled him with the rope, mocking him and treating him as some sort of animal.
the crew as individuals didn’t scare you. but now, as they huddled as one, you couldn’t find the power to say something in objection to the way they were treating this poor angel.
you stood quiet as they pulled him away, the ghost of your hand reaching out before they hauled him on to the deckhouse.
the door shut loudly behind them.
—
you couldn’t tell what time it was.
at least, specifically. you knew it was the early hours of the morning. the sun had yet to show.
your hands were cramping and you felt exhausted.
but the important part - the tear on the sail was nearly patched up.
you knew your body was begging you for a break, though your determination in keeping the job was at the top of your priorities.
and so you continued to sew.
“y/n.”
you quickly turned around, your eyes locking on to arthur’s.
beside him, the angel, his hands still adorned with the same rope.
the rope looked tasseled now - as if a struggle was made.
you felt sick.
“take care of him while you’re up here. make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
and with that, he pushed the winged boy in your direction, walking away.
you stood still, your eyes to the floor as you tried to avoid looking at the being in front of you.
you didn’t even want to imagine what or what they were planning on doing with him.
though, now with instructions given directly to you-
if the boy were to flee, you’d end up dead the next day.
“it looks like they have you captive, not me.”
your head snapped up.
the boy had taken a seat, his back against the wall as you looked up at you.
there was a hint of amusement on his face.
you masked the surprise on your face at the sound of his voice, shaking your head at him.
“i-i’m sorry. i promise i’ll help you the best i can, just...”
you trailed off as you noticed him begin to shake his head.
“they’ll kill you, i think both of us know that much.”
he was blunt with his words.
you didn’t reply, the silence giving him your answer.
you could feel his gaze still on you.
it could be comparable to a hawk’s.
“how did you... end up here?” you hesitantly asked, your eyes glancing to the glimpse of white feathers behind his back.
up until this point - you didn’t think the tales they told around the world of fallen angels were... true.
though, the boy in front of you proved your beliefs wrong.
you watched as he visibly relaxed against the wall, his blond hair momentarily falling in his eyes before he shook his head, the pieces moving away.
“i was out exploring, actually. this-“ he rose his arms to show the rope around his wrists. “wasn’t intentional.”
you blinked, nodding as you processed his words.
exploring... could that mean there were more of his kind out there?
you hesitated for a moment, gathering the courage to continue to talk to him.
his presence alone was admittedly intimidating.
his stare didn’t feel threatening by any means, but it made you nervous to know he was watching your every move.
you didn’t have a malicious plan for him. you wanted to help him.
you hoped he could tell that much.
quietly grabbing your needle and thread, you rose your sore arms to continue your sewing job.
glimpsing at the boy, you took of small breath.
“if you don’t mind me asking... what’s your name?”
there was a small moment of silence, up until you realized he was waiting for you to look toward him.
you matched with his eyes, the green’s of his seeming calm.
it was comforting to look into his eyes.
“ash.” he finally replied.
ash.
he suited the name, you had to admit.
“you suit the name.” you spoke out your thoughts, sending him a small smile. “i’m y/n.”
ash nodded, his eyes following your skilled hands as you quickly pulled the needle in and out of the sail.
you could feel his gaze fall back on your face.
“y/n, why are you in a place like this?”
you stopped.
glancing to ash, you sent him a look of confusion.
his question was sudden - but he seemed genuinely curious.
you didn’t say a word as he stood up on his feet.
your body didn’t have an ounce of fear or adrenaline in it. like it knew he couldn’t hurt you.
he stood in front of you, his eyes peering down at yours.
your body didn’t move when he rose his tied hands.
your body didn’t move as they moved forward toward you.
your body didn’t move when he placed his hand right over your heart.
“this,” ash softly spoke, his voice low. “is where people like me can tell who we can trust from your people.”
he slightly pulled away from you.
“you’re a good person in a bad situation. leave this place, it’ll do you no good.”
you placed down the sewing materials, furrowing your brows at him.
his words took a moment to settle in your mind, though confusion plagued the thoughts immediately.
“why are you telling me this?” you asked, shaking your head with a sigh.
ash shrugged.
“natural duty, i guess.” he replied, motioning back to his wings, a reminder that the two of you were not the same.
your eyes followed, looking to the soft feathers.
“so, out of your natural duty, what should i do?”
you could see his lips slightly perk up as you repeated his words.
“i think,” he softly spoke, his eyes looking toward the sky. “when i escape, you should leave as well.”
you were quiet, mind swirling as you thought of the bad outcomes that would bring.
“i have a friend coming to get me right now. from there, i can help you out. i normally don’t help humans, but please believe me when i say this won’t end well for you.”
his words brought out implications that scared you.
the question - what could end up bad? sounded idiotic, even in your head.
there were a dozen things you could come up with on the spot.
the men on this ship were ruthless.
yes, you had the right to leave whenever you wanted-
but what would make them stay away from you?
with a small nod, you breathed out.
“okay. i believe you.”
—
an hour passed as the two of you conversed.
it felt like five minutes.
the angel in front of you felt like an unironic blessing.
he was beautiful in every form.
“he’s almost here.” ash announced, his head resting on his arms. he was sat criss-cross, you mirroring his posture.
you had managed to remove the rope from his limbs, the two of you hiding out behind barrels on deck.
for a moment, you had wondered why ash needed a friend to help him escape.
he had wings, you thought.
but after cutting the rope around them, you knew he was in no condition to fly.
the rope was tighter than you had originally thought.
so tight, to where it tore into his wings.
ash had assured you they would heal, but the uncontrollable wincing he had done was enough to tell you his pain was nearly unbearable.
“there.”
ash nudged your shoulder gently, his finger pointing toward the sky.
the gasp that left your mouth was unintentional, your eyes widening as the figure above began to get closer.
a male that mirrored the same wings as ash waved with a smile, his gaze also landing to you.
“ash!” he called, chuckling in disbelief. “you made friends with a human?!”
ash smiled at the sound of his voice, shaking his head. “just shut up and help me.”
the boy laughed, landing on the deck quietly.
“shorter.” he greeted, waving to you.
you smiled, waving back. “y/n.”
shorter copied your expression, walking behind ash.
he grimaced as he took a look at his wings, his hand gently running down the most injured one.
“yikes, they got you good.”
ash rolled his eyes, waving him off. “yeah, yeah. just hurry up.”
shorter nodded, and you watched with wide eyes as the injuries seemed to minimize in a flash.
five seconds, you counted.
5 seconds and all the wounds were gone.
“pretty cool, right?” shorter turned to you, grinning.
astonished, you nodded, too shocked to say anything.
shorter, amused at your reaction, giggled.
he pat ash on the back, hand ruffling through the feathers. “alright bro, you’re good to go.”
ash nodded gratefully, sighing in bliss as he stretched out his wings.
you watched, memorized at the beauty in front of you.
angels, you would never get over it.
“let’s head out.” ash announced, suddenly standing up, his being glowing as his body was now completely healed.
shorter glanced to you, silently asking - “you’re coming?”
you didn’t miss how his gaze dropped down to where your heart was.
ash was telling the truth.
you nodded at shorter, a sense of happiness washing over you as his expression became one of excitement.
“awesome! ash will carry you, i’m sure.” shorter looked to his friend. “otherwise, i don’t think you’re too fond of walking the plank out.”
ash gave you a thumbs up, nodding.
“yeah, but just hold on tight.” he teasingly spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck.
you nodded at his words, chuckling. “just please don’t drop me.”
imma cut it here because MAJOR BANANA FISH SPOILERS BELOW
a/n now that that’s out of the way ive been feeling sad and since i cant cry so here you go. im very sorry but i was listening to mr loverman and it just inspired me. also i feel for those recovering from banana fish, im just so numb it doesn’t hurt anymore.
warnings: angst with no fluff, major character death, swearing, suicide attempt
eiji found himself back home looking at a picture of him and ash with a grin bearing his face thinking fondly of his time in america. as much pain he went through, he got to meet ash and that made him feel as though he’d do it all again. he went to unpack his clothes whilst thinking of all the places he wanted to take ash when he came to visit. wondering about all the cuisine and experiences he should show him but he has all the time in the world to do that when ash comes.
he had arrived early in the morning so he knew ash’d be awake so he went to visit ibe’s house to get him to call ash since eiji lost his number somehow.
they sat there and waited for ash to pick up but it happened to be in vain as it just went to voice mail. instead he got a call from charlie which was bizarre as everything was finished, he was probably checking in anyways.
eiji sat there watching ibe’s face drop curious to what’s happened. he told charlie to pause and then turned to eiji.
‘ash won’t becoming to japan eiji’
‘huh? why, if it’s money i can pay for it!‘
‘ash has passed away’
‘are you sure? he was fine last time we saw him! im sure if we call him again he’ll pick up!’
‘ h- he got stab-’
‘NO. he promised me he’d come here s- surely t-they’ve mistaken him with some else. HE. IS. ALIVE. w-we went through all that, HE went through all of that shit that life threw him and he kept going so you’re telling me that a measly KNIFE was his downfall. bull shit.’
as he proclaimed this, tears were rolling down his face endlessly, his body racked with sobs so violently. charlie winced on the other end of the phone hearing the turmoil the poor boy was going through. eiji curled up on the floor and just kept crying, he couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop as he didn’t want to think about a world without ash. he kept looking at the photo of the pair of them and each time he saw ash’s face he felt as though his heart was being wrenched out by some horrid creature over and over again.
ibe struggled with how to comfort him. sometimes going to hold the grief-stricken young man or just leaving a bowl of ramen which soon piled up outside of eiji’s door as he wouldn’t touch it. the first two weeks he was bedridden not eating nor sleeping. it got so bad to the point where ibe had to force feed him as eiji had simply lost the will, lost the ability to care because what was there to care about anymore? ash? he just simply left him choosing to stay in that measly library instead of fighting leaving eiji to live a life without him.
when the tears stopped flowing eiji’s pain turned into anger at ash and the stupid people in the library. how the fuck do you not see someone bleeding out? it was THEIR FAULT. then anger at the guy who stabbed ash, he didn’t even care to think of his name as he didn’t deserve that respect. then lastly anger at himself. he was so fucking dumb to leave ash, he knew that he had lost so many people he cared about and he still had the cheek to leave ash there all by himself.
then one day it got to the point that eiji wanted to see ash again and decided that they could meet again in another world and when he was in the bath he sunk lower and lower hoping to fall into ash’s embrace. he saw a light that slowly morphed into ash’s face but it was fading mouthing the syllables,
‘sa-yo-na-ra’
he was met with ibe’s face mixed with worry, pain and guilt. how could he have been so naive to leave eiji for that long? after that, seeing ash’s face whether real or not that stitched a tiny piece of his heart again and although eiji believed he would never be happy again he decided he would try. for ash.
In short, a girl (or boy) born and raised in New York. She, however, grew up in the less populated area but also new how to fend for herself. She knew about all the gangs in New York. She wasn’t dumb. She’s actually more streetsmart than she is booksmart.
She decided to one day travel to the big city and that’s how she ended up running into Eiji. Did I mention that for fun she learned different languages? So she was able to help Eiji out and Eiji introduced her to Ibe. And then blah blah blah, she ended up helping them with their work while also helping Eiji learn English along the way.
She ends up getting into a lot a trouble with Eiji. I guess that’s just what she gets for helping them out but she just can’t seem to just walk away. She develop strong relationships with Eiji, ash and shorter. They were good friends of hers so she stuck around to help them all out of this mess they’re in.
OH! What if Arthur had a crush on her and got extremely angry when he found out that she was with ash’s gang? And he ended up like stalking her or something but she had no idea who he was. Like maybe there’s some sort of backstory with them or something?
Then you can decide if this ends up being a fanfic with ash, Eiji, shorter or whoever. Or it could just be no one at all. I think it could make a good shorter x reader fanfic. There’s not a lot of those anyways. Maybe change it to where with her street smarts, she was able to save skipper and shorter. Idek do what you want, I just had that idea. Also maybe give Eiji and ash a happy ending... they deserve it
Cobalt blue with kirishima: How they react to breaking a promise w/o their s/o knowing
“Just promise me you won't cheat on me.” You asked as you looked up from your spot on his lap, his fingers never leaving your hair.
“I promise babycakes.” He answered as he lowered his head to kiss your lips.
Kirishima had one of the worst days of his life and all he wanted was to come home and spend time with you, but instead he found himself at the local bar with Kaminari, Bakugou, and Sero. The night started off with a few shots and a few beers and within half an hour he was drunk. All he wanted was to come home and see you.
“I.. think I’m gonnnna callll a cab.” Kirishima slurred as he stood up from the barstool his vision blurring slightly.
“Oh come on Kirishima! Stay a little bit longer.” Denki yelled as he took another shot.
“10 more minutes.” He answered as he sat back down, Sero passing him another shot.
20 minutes later and Kirishima was seeing stars. Somehow the three boys all ended up on the dance floor dancing with random girls, as Bakugou watched from the barstool looking at them like they were idiots.. One thing led to another and the next thing he knew his tongue was down one girl's throat. She looked so much like you. He didn’t realize what happened until Bakugou was pulling him away from the girl and out of the bar.
“Are you okay to go home?” Bakugou asked as he gave Kirishima a side eye.
“I think so.” Kirishima answered as the cool air helped sober him up a bit.
“Good.” He said before smacking Kirishima on the back of his head.
“What was that for?” Kirishima asked as he held the back of his head.
“YN didn’t deserve that.”
He couldn’t help but nod in agreement as he thought of what he was going to tell you. If he told you what happened your heart would be broken. He promised you he would never cheat on you. He would never forgive himself for what he did to you. He swore from that moment on he would be better to you. He would keep what happened to himself, and would do everything in his power to make up for what he did.
Request by anon: “HC'S for th reader being really good at playing guitar but not having much faith in their abilitys due to that they never mentioned it until the class 1 A catches them playing alone on the roof of the school please” Tell me what do you think!
[Masterlist]
The roof was your favorite spot to take a break from everything. Being a student was way busier than you expected, so you had little time to practice playing guitar.
It was a big part of your life so you didn't want to give it up that easily. You never mentioned it, because in your eyes it was nothing special - everyone has their hobbys, right?
One time someone from your class found you there and immediately shown their appreciation, it was probably Mina who couldn't stop praising you and waisted no time calling the others.
Denki Kaminari would ask if you could do the same with electric guitar and would probably sneak one out of the music club's room.
Eiji would do his best (and fail) singing. Bakugou would shut him up pretty quickly (and everyone was thankful for that).
Toru Hagakure would dance, but not much was seen.
Kyoka Jiro would mention that she plays too and would bring her guitar on the next day.
Todoroki would smile, wishing his mother could be with him there.
