#hazel headcanons

[lumosinlove]

Finn would kill at being a commentator after he retires. (Brian Boyle vibes right now on Rangers pre-game)

[hazelroses1]

The Hardest Thing About Christmas is Gift Wrapping (Kirikacchako)

Ochako stared at the pile of disheveled gifts, sighing in defeat. Her phone lay forgotten on the floor after watching sixteen videos on how to wrap presents next to a mountain of destroyed wrapping paper from her horrible attempts. Christmas was tomorrow! Mina had planned a get-together with their friends, and Ochako had bought them all presents, but she had two unique gifts she was nervous about giving. Her face burned thinking about two boys—one blond, one redhead, both with matching crimson eyes.

Now that they were fourth year students, Ochako had dealt with her growing affection for them for the past year. When Eijirou hugged her each morning, pressing her face into his rock-solid chest, Ochako’s body heated up. When she and Katsuki sparred together—training had become a regular event for them two to three times weekly—the questionable positions they’d end up in never failed to turn her into a sputtering, red-faced mess. He’d always yell at her for “acting so fucking weird”. His obliviousness astounded her, but that made hiding she was head over heels for him easier.

Ochako groaned and grabbed her phone. She should ask Mina for help. However, she didn’t want her friend to know about her gifts for Katsuki and Eijirou because she would ask way too many questions that Ochako wasn’t ready to answer yet. She’d even brought all her items to the gym after hours, hoping to wrap her gifts in peace. Ochako didn’t want her friends interrupting or barging into her dorm room like they were prone to on a regular basis.

“What am I going to do?” she groaned, scrubbing her hands down her face.

“Tch, you fucking suck at that.”

Ochako’s heart dropped as she scrambled for the presents and struggled to cover them with any destroyed paper within reach.

“Katsuki!” she squawked, standing in front of her mess with her arms out like that would block his view. “W-what are you doing here so late?”

Eijirou exited the boy’s locker room after Katsuki, took one look at her crazy stance, and burst into laughter. She should have ensured the locker rooms were empty before getting started. Lessen learned at an inconvenient time. Still, Eijirou’s warm laughter slowed her heartbeat only for staring at them to raise it back to dangerous levels. Both hit a growth spurt second year, Eijirou’s more intense than Katsuki’s. He stood a head taller than him, his hair grown to shoulder length and pulled into the cutest bun. Katsuki tamed his wild blond locks with an undercut and controlled the top spikes with Best Jeanist’s hair routine. Ochako silently thanked Best Jeanist every time she saw him. Both had filled out, muscles everywhere, and them in tight matching compression shirts that outlined every ridge of muscle did nothing to help her blood pressure.

“Ochako, what are you doing?”

“N-nothing, Eijirou!” she squeaked. “Have a good night, bye!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and walked over, setting down his gym bag. “Who doesn’t know how to wrap fucking presents?”

“Um, I don’t?” Eijirou replied as he joined him.

“Stop! I have gifts I don’t want you two to see!”

Eijirou paused. “Did you get gifts for us, Ochako? That’s so manly! We got a gift for you, too!”

“Shut the fuck up, you idiot!” Katsuki snapped as Eijirou chuckled.

“I told you I’m not good at keeping gifts secret,” Eijirou replied while scratching the back of his head.

“Wait... you got me a gift?” Ochako asked, placing her wild arms down.

Katsuki blushed and looked away. Wait, he /blushed/?! It was adorable how it crawled up to his ears.

“So what if we bought you a gift,” Katsuki mumbled. “Anyway, pick a gift that isn’t ours, and I’ll fucking show you how to do the easiest thing on the planet.”

“It’s not /that/ easy,” Ochako pouted while grabbing Deku’s gift and handing it to Katsuki, whose face soured.

“This is for that damn nerd, isn’t it?” he deadpanned, snatching a roll of wrapping paper more aggressively than necessary.

Ochako giggled and sat down in front of him. “What gave it away?”

Eijirou plopped next to Ochako and leaned into her shoulder, making her squirm. His body heat radiated from him like a furnace, leaving her skin feeling scorched. She tried to relax her posture from the rigid position it took without her permission, but it wasn't easy with him pressed against her.

“The only person who wants a huge action figure of All Might other than Deku is Katsuki,” Eijirou said. “Unless this gift is for him.”

“Oi, shut up!” Katsuki snapped, not saying if he would want the action figure or not. “You fucking pay attention, too!”

Ochako didn’t know how Katsuki simplified wrapping the gifts so that she understood easily. Maybe it was his short, direct instructions or that he could grab her hands and move them into the positions she needed to cut the paper without making it jagged. All she knew was the gym was way too hot from their nearness, but with his help and Eijirou practicing, too, she got all the gifts wrapped except theirs.

“Can’t we just give her the gift now?” Eijirou whined as he put Tenya’s present with the rest of the pile.

“No, it’s not Christmas!” Katsuki barked.

“Yeah, but we didn’t get a gift for anyone else! Don’t you think it’s gonna be noticeable if we only give her something at the Christmas party?”

“We don’t have to give it to her there, dumbass!”

Ochako mulled over the thought. It sounded kind of fun to exchange gifts with them the day before Christmas instead of waiting. This moment between them wrapping presents was one to remember already. The laughs and the annoyed comments from Katsuki left a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest, and she didn’t want that to fade. Plus, it would be something between them, something intimate.

“Sometimes people allow their kids to open one present on Christmas Eve.” Ochako stared at her hands. “What if we did that?”

“I like that idea!” Eijirou said, scrambling over to Katsuki’s gym bag and pulling out a plastic bag. “Sorry, we didn’t wrap it yet.”

“I haven’t wrapped yours either,” Ochako reminded him while crawling over to their gift bag.

She reached in and pulled out Katsuki’s present first. “Um, here. Merry Christmas, Katsuki.”

Katsuki snatched the long box from her hand, opened it, and said nothing at first. The blood rushing in her ears was the only thing she heard. Oh, no. He must not like it.

“You got me a new utility belt?”

“Yeah, I had Mei make it,” Ochako said, pointing to the different areas on it. “These pockets are for your grenades like your old belt, and you can put stuff in the mini pocket like extra gloves and radios. The belt is waterproof, blastproof, and bulletproof.”

“How the hell did you pay for this?” Katsuki asked as his fingers ghosted over the material.

“Oh! She didn’t make me pay. It was easy for her to make, so she just asked me to help her move heavy equipment for a few days.”

“That’s so sweet, Ochako!” Eijirou gushed with the cutest puppy dog face. “What did you get me?”

He threw an arm around her shoulder, and she giggled, leaning into him as she reached into the bag. “I got you this lotion made for people with Quirks that alter their skin! I remember you saying how dry yours gets because of your hardening and that you couldn’t find something to help. Maybe this will.”

“Ochako! You’re the best!” He pulled her sideways into her lap and hugged her tight enough to make her wheeze. “Thank you so much!”

She returned his embrace, rubbing his lower back. “Let me know how it works!”

“You want your gift or what?”

Ochako glanced over at Katsuki, who held out a small black box to her. Ochako took it, acutely aware that Eijirou hadn’t let her go. Instead, he’d opted to rest his chin on her shoulder. If her heart beat any faster, it would burst, but being in his embrace seemed natural, as did being near Katsuki, who scooted closer until his knee brushed against hers.

“Come on, open it already!”

“Okay, okay!”

Ochako hooked some of her hair behind her ear and opened the box. Inside is a beautiful necklace with coral-colored stones. She picked it up, the cool, smooth surface comforting in her hand.

“Wow,” she breathed, holding it up to the light and watching it glitter.

“It’s an anti-nausea necklace,” Eijirou explained. “We found it in a random shop and thought it might help when you overuse your Quirk!”

Ochako couldn’t stop the happy tears that trailed down her cheeks. “Thank you guys so much. I love it.”

“You’re an ugly crier.”

“Hey, you haven’t seen me cry before!”

“I just did, and it’s looking ugly.”

Ochako smacked Katsuki’s arm, but he responded by reaching up to wipe the tear from her face. She froze, locking gazes with him just as Eijirou plucked the necklace from her hand and slid her hair forward. Once he fastened it, his arms wrapped around her waist again.

“It looks so pretty on you, doesn’t it, Katsuki?”

“Yeah, it’s nice or whatever,” he grumbled in response.

Ochako smiled and reached out to grab Katsuki’s hand. He blushed deeper and didn’t meet her gaze but still squeezed her hand back. Although she loved her gift, feeling Eijirou at her back and the warmth of Katsuki’s hand wrapped around hers was the best Christmas present she could have asked for.

[❄END❄]

[hazelenergy]

⭐️ - the-road-from-calvary

// For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. 

@the-road-from-calvary

Ghoul School was a test of mental stamina for the fledgling thinblood, and Antonia knows it. It became very clear that Hazel can’t really sit still. It seemed like everytime Antonia looked away and turned back, Hazel would be sitting on her office chairs in a new and increasingly uncomfortable position. Attempts to force herself to sit upright and pay attention usually resulted in her being testy and impatient.

Letting the thinblood be able to walk about the office, sit with her crochet project, be playing with Hermia, and semi-frequent breaks increased her engagement. She asked better questions. She took performance critiques better. Hazel certainly would not be the model ghoul for Antonia or any of the Camarilla higher ups of the city. However, she’d fool anyone that didn’t think to take a closer look thanks to her instructor. And that’s going to keep her alive a little bit longer.

Hazel’s best mock ghoul performance was done with Hermia refusing to leave her arms, pawing at the black fishnet undershirt.

[hazelroses1]

Ochako Plans Poorly for Cold Weather but Katsuki Fixes it

#Kacchako SFW HC💗💥

Ochako is stoked that she and Katsuki’s mission is out of Musutafu in an area known for its heavier snowfall. She’s never seen snow before, and January is the perfect time to experience it. Had she researched how to dress for it, she wouldn’t be standing outside, shivering so hard that her teeth clacked together. Katsuki chuckles over his shoulder from their spot, hiding behind a corner of an abandoned building. She can’t see his mouth because he brought a gray scarf to cover it, but she’s sure there’s a condescending smile to match his laugh, the smug jerk.

“Cold, hah?” he taunts as Ochako tries to rub her numb hands together in vain.

“S-shut up, K-Ka-Katsuki!” she stutters, crossing her arms over her chest and hunching over. “How much longer until he-he shows?!”

“Another thirty minutes at least,” Katsuki answers, his red eyes twinkling with amusement from her discomfort. “Our sources said Daisuke Sato would meet his contact here at nine P.M. We’re stuck until he shows up.”

“Dang it!” she whines.

Ochako realizes those hand warmers she didn’t think she would need may have helped keep her hands from feeling like they’ll fall off. Her fingers burn because of how numb they got. Ochako’s body shivers, the frigid night air biting through her pants not made for cold temperatures. Just thirty minutes, kick some ass, then she could go to the closest coffee shop to dip her hands in a large cup of tea to warm them up. She tries her best to keep the sounds of her shivering quiet. They’re on a stealth mission; she’ll have to push past her discomfort to ensure they succeed. They may not get another opportunity to take this villain down. Ochako balls her fists up and shoves them into her pockets in hopes it will help the ache a tad. It doesn’t. She counts down second by second until Daisuke arrives in a black SUV surrounded by giant bodyguards.

“Ready, Cheeks?” Katsuki says while glancing over at her.

“L-let’s infiltrate once they go inside,” Ochako struggles to say. “We know the layout of this b-building and can use it to-to our advantage.”

“That’s it, we’re going shopping for warmer fucking clothes tomorrow!” Katsuki hisses.

That’s an excellent idea. They execute the mission without a hitch, and once the villains are in handcuffs, Ochako doesn’t want to leave. While it isn’t heated, it’s at least warmer inside than it is outside.

“You’re fucking irritating!” Katsuki exclaims when Ochako refuses to follow him outside.

“My hands hurt so bad out in the night air!” Ochako argues. “They’re still not warm enough yet!”

“Well, if we get in the damn car, we can crank the heat!”

“It’s three miles from here!”

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “We can use my explosions to get there faster. Use your brain!”

“No, you use /your/ brain!” Ochako lifts her chin to glare at him. “You’re not sweating because it’s too cold, and you used your reserves for the fight! Flying super-fast is colder, too!”

“Goddammit!”

Katsuki storms over to her and grabs her hands. He snatches her gloves off, which she tries to take back.

“What are you doing, you jerk?! Give them back to me!”

“I know a way to warm up your hands!” Katsuki replies, holding her gloves out of her reach.

She notices he won’t make eye contact with her.

“How?”

Katsuki steps closer, his gaze slowly meeting hers as he shoves her gloves into his jacket pocket.

“Put your hands on me.”

Ochako cocks her head to the side in confusion. “How will putting my hands on you warm them up?”

“No, you idiot,” he mutters.

Katsuki slides her hands underneath his jacket and sweater to rest against his stomach. His muscles flinch from her touch.

“Holy /fuck/, your hands are fucking ice cubes!”

He growls as if in pain, then whimpers. Ochako almost misses it because she’s too busy absorbing the warmth from his skin. Katsuki’s body is like a furnace; she needs every ounce of heat she can get. Clarity hits her like a freight train a second later. She’s /touching/ Katsuki Bakugou, the hot-headed Hero she spends more time arguing with than anything else. Ochako pauses, realizing that’s not true. She and Katsuki had an… understanding with each other. Ochako is the only person aside from Eijirou that Katsuki will let touch him. He seems to enjoy sitting pressed back-to-back as well. Any time they’re using their laptops to research for missions, that’s how they sit. It’s been like that for the past six months.

Still, over the last month, they sat back-to-back while reading books and playing on their phones. He’d even lay his head on her lap, tell her to shut up if she protests, and go to sleep. Ochako realizes his nearness is comforting, but she’s never touched him like this before. She must be blushing. There’s no way he can’t hear her heartbeat from how hard it’s punching against her ribs. His hands grip her wrists as she focuses less on warming her hands and more on the feel of his smooth skin underneath her touch as the sensation returns to her frozen fingers.

“Fuck!” he curses. “Hurry up, already!”

“Katsuki…” she breathes, resting her head against his chest and closing her eyes. “You’re so warm.”

“I fucking know that! Hey, what are you doing?”

She doesn’t get flustered by his snippy response. Ochako chuckles instead, then inhales his sweet scent enhanced from using his quirk. The seconds tick by, and they stand unmoving, lost in each other’s presence. Ochako glances up into his breath-taking eyes, staring down at her. They’re like galaxies glittering in the flickering dim light of the warehouse. Mesmerizing, addicting, and beautiful.

“Cheeks,” he murmurs when she wraps her arms around his waist.

His lips crash into hers a second later, and he’s kissing her hard. The passion behind it matches his temper. It's rough, intense, and is over before her enamored brain can catch up. Katsuki yanks himself out of her grasp and snatches her gloves from his pocket to toss to her.

“Your hands should be warm by now. Let’s go already!”

Ochako can see him blushing even with his scarf covering most of his lower face again. She smiles as he strides out of the warehouse. He kissed her! Ochako puts her gloves on, then brushes her covered fingers over her lips with a giddy smile. They’d have to do that again because she’s warmer now than since they arrived.

[hazelroses1]

Ochako Trying to Masturbate When Her Roommates Aren't Home But Alas, Eijirou and Katsuki Come Home Early

#nsfw #kirikacchako #voyeurism #exibitionism

Ochako attaching her mountable dildo to her headboard on a day when she finally has the house to herself? More likely than one would think. With her roommates working, she can get off after days of being pent up because they’re home. 

The lock on her bedroom door doesn’t work, and one of her roommates doesn’t like to knock. Even if he does, he opens the door at the same time. Usually, Ochako doesn’t mind, but lately, she’d rather keep her privacy after realizing how attracted she is to him. In his defense, he has gotten better at knocking and waiting. Still, if he gets excited about something, whether that is actual excitement or ready to rage, sometimes he doesn’t. Throwing her pillows at him sometimes works to make him leave, or it just makes him explode them into a million feathers. It’s a work in progress.

So, she’s glad to have some alone time to relieve the aching she’s constantly subjected to from having Katsuki Bakugou and Eijirou Kirishima as roommates. They’re gorgeous, giant, muscular pro heroes that everyone drools over. Eijirou’s smile or Katsuki’s half-cocked grin could make anyone drop their underwear. Ochako is one of the droolers who would let them rip hers off her, no questions asked. Seeing Katsuki shirtless as he cooks, his sweats low on his hips, and his back muscles shifting underneath flawless skin makes her forget her name. Then Eijirou, who’s an entire head taller than Katsuki, wearing shirts that he’s about to burst out of because of how muscular he is? How could she not be hot and bothered all the time?! She knows what he’s packing from many of what she hopes were inconspicuous peeks whenever he wears compression leggings.

However, she maintains their platonic friendship despite her intense interest in them. Ochako doesn’t want to ruin their relationship or make them feel uncomfortable, so instead, she’s fucking her red and black dildo while wearing a tank top with Dynamite’s design on it. She gets to be as loud as she wants, especially when she grabs the remote and ups the vibrations, and her toes curl hard enough to cramp. She’s so close, her mind wishing it were one of her roommates fucking her instead of her toy. It would be even better if it were both of them, but the thought makes her body burn with embarrassment.

It’s 2 P.M. in the afternoon. Katsuki and Eijirou shouldn’t be home until almost 8 P.M., which is why Ochako makes no effort to listen for the front door opening or the sound of boots being kicked off. She’s in the throes of passion, mere minutes from orgasmic bliss when Katsuki slings her door open.

“Oi, Cheeks, I’ve been fucking calling you because― what the fuck are you doing?!”

Ochako scrambles off the dildo fast enough that it slings her slick over her comforter, and she dives to the other side of the bed to hide behind it. “Get out of my room! What the hell, Katsuki?!”

“Holy fuck,” Katsuki says when he glances at her thick dildo bobbing on the headboard. “Who knew you could take a dick that big. That’s so fucking hot.”

Ochako thinks she’s going to explode. “W-what?! Please, I didn’t think you were gonna be home! I-I just needed a little alone time!”

 Katsuki walks into her room, tossing his shirt off as he goes, and grabs her computer chair. He moves it to the side of her bed by the door and sits, leaning back in it as his hand lays dangerously close to the thick outline in his pants. Ochako’s brain fizzles when she realizes Katsuki is as hard as a rock.

 “Lemme watch, Cheeks,” he says, his voice full of lust.

“What, no!” Ochako protests. “This is private, you jerk!”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re fucking yourself wearing my design on a dildo the same red and black as Shitty Hair’s colors? Shit isn’t private anymore.”

“I-I!” Ochako sputters, failing to find words that might explain why he’s right without making her look like a creep. Katsuki grins as he grips his cock through his black pants and strokes. Ochako’s eyes zero in on the slow movement, her mouth so close to watering. She wipes her chin preemptively.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki says with no malice in his voice. “You’re an idiot if you think we can’t tell how bad you wanna fuck us. That’s it, right? Wish it was me or Eijirou stretching out your pretty little cunt? Come on, Cheeks. Let me watch you cum.”

Ochako isn’t sure what to do at first. She hasn’t done anything like this, but something about having Katsuki watch her piques her interest. His hungry gaze never leaves her, not even when he shoves his hand inside his pants and rolls his hips upward. Ochako sees how he tosses his head back and bites his lip in her brain, and she plans to keep it there for the rest of her life.

“You wanna watch me cum while wearing your shirt?” she asks as she stands to her feet and lets Katsuki drink her in.

It’s empowering and makes her feel desired to have those vermillion eyes studying every inch of her. She climbs back onto her bed and positions herself in front of her dildo again. Katsuki pulls his dick out of his pants and spits in his hand as he spreads his legs wider. That’s it. She will ride that monster if it’s the last thing she does, but for now, she’ll give him a good show. Ochako sighs as she sinks back onto her dildo. It morphs into a squeal since the vibrations weren’t turned off. It’s enough sensation to make her eyes cross. Ochako fucks herself hard, relishing how her toy fills her perfectly from the rocking of her hips.

“That’s it, baby. Show off for me,” Katsuki murmurs as he strokes himself faster. “Gonna have you bouncing on my dick like that real fucking soon. Just like that, now play with your clit. I know she’s gotta be aching, right?”

He’s right, and Ochako reaches between her thighs to rub her sensitive nub, moans pouring out of her. She couldn’t stop her mewls if she tried. The pressure builds again, so close to bursting, but she sees something in her doorway. The color from her face drains again when she sees Eijirou staring at them both with wide eyes. Why are they home?! She has to find out why she’s been caught. Ochako halts but doesn’t remove her dildo for now.

“We can explain!” Ochako blurts out. “It’s just I, you see. Um-”

“Your dildo has my colors on it, Ochako,” he says as he leans against the doorway.

“I mean, y-yes, it does, but―!”

“Oi, I didn’t tell you to stop,” Katsuki interrupts. “Keep going and get out Shitty Hair if you’re gonna complain about it!”

Eijirou grins. “Oh, I’m not complaining! I wanna see the show, too.” He meets Ochako’s eyes, and Ochako shudders underneath that intense look. Eijirou gives her a predatorial grin, his sharp teeth making her skin itch for bite marks. “You heard Katsuki. Keep going.”

[hazelroses1]

The Night You're Mine Again (Kacchako)

CW: Demon/Angel AU, mild angst, sexual language

Happy Halloween! 🎃

Ochako sat on the cliff, her bare feet swinging freely over it. The drop to the frigid river below would make most steer clear of the looming edge, but not Ochako. Calmness washed over her as the gentle autumn breeze tousled her hair off her shoulders, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Ochako inhaled deeply, her eyes closing, the crisp air intoxicating. It was late, almost midnight. Despite the late hour, Ochako’s body alighted with gentle energy only he could bring. One night a year, from midnight until the sun rose, he walked the Earth again. Only one every 365 days, as the curse dictated.

Their curse was a cruel one placed on them by the gods for daring to defy tradition and falling in love. A demon and an angel weren’t meant to be together, but they resisted the old laws and fought for change. They weren’t successful this time, but they’d figure out a way. Angels traveled between the god and human realms at will, but not Katsuki. His wings had been clipped, and he regained them only this night. Those beautiful ivory wings, two on each side, were what the painters of old visualized in their masterpieces.

They were silky, while her onyx ones favored crow feathers. Ochako had found them unappealing, as many angels did, but Katsuki called them gorgeous. She’d learned to love her wings because of him. Ochako would never forget the day he’d told her he found them beautiful because it was the first time her heart skipped a beat for him. Halloween, the only day of the year when the door between all realms cracked, allowed them to spend a few hours together. It hurt every time he faded away, returning to Nirvana while Ochako remained on Earth in her human form.

The gods were wise. They knew leaving her with her demon powers allowed her to visit Nirvana when invited by an Arch Angel. With Katsuki’s wings clipped, he wouldn’t hesitate, no matter the consequences. They did everything to stand in their way, but it only strengthened their bond. Ochako stood and stretched her arms over her head, the lavender long-sleeve dress she wore sliding off her right shoulder as she did so. She knew better than to wear restricting clothing when her heart’s desire made his appearance. Katsuki was a passionate being, raw and honest in everything he did, whether standing up for what he believed in, war, or lovemaking. She admired that about him.

The wind rustled behind her, and his presence washed over her. To a human, its heaviness would intimidate them, but Ochako only smiled and turned to face him. Katsuki didn’t give her a second to whisper hello before his arms wrapped around her, tendrils of his power billowing white smoke around their ankles. He tilted her chin up and kissed her. The warmth of his broad chest against her felt familiar. Any tension she might have had evaporated as Ochako reached up to drape her arms over his shoulders. 

“Ochako,” he murmured between kisses.

The tears she promised herself she wouldn’t shed this time trailed down her cheeks as they broke apart and pressed their foreheads together. 

"I've missed you, ra te ektun vi och seminkeh.”

“Ra te ektun vi och seminkeh,” Katsuki repeated in a language long forgotten.

My star amongst the clouds. Despite Ochako’s former standing as Purgatory’s lead General of Torture, Katsuki never saw her as the monster his kind did. He recognized, worshipped, and loved her for who she was, even if their first meetings hadn’t gone well. A sassy asshole angel had barged into her realm and had demanded she release someone who’d accidentally been sent to hell. It hadn’t been the first time someone ended up in Purgatory by mistake, but Ochako had declined to release her victim. Maybe the Grim Reaper hadn’t been paying attention when they’d gotten their assignment for that human, but they hadn’t been wrong to bring her to hell.

She’d been a cruel human who’d purposely brought sick infants to the brink of death in hopes of saving them and looking like a hero. Her success rate had left much to be desired and many parents mourning the loss of their little one. Scathing words were shared, ones Katsuki had disagreed with, and they’d fought, a flurry of talons, teeth, and wings until Nirvana’s god had called him off.

Katsuki had promised he’d return, and Ochako had vowed to crush him under the heel of her boot. He had returned, but Ochako had shown him what that human had done to deserve eternal punishment. Once Katsuki had understood Ochako’s victim’s crimes, he’d given her a stern look. The woman begged him for forgiveness and pleaded that he save her from torment. Katsuki had met Ochako’s gaze, those intense red eyes speaking for him before he uttered a word.

“Do what you want to her.”

With that, he’d left, and Nirvana had been in an uproar. Apparently, the woman had been a project of All Might, the god of Nirvana. He’d wanted to bring her to Nirvana to rehabilitate her and let her be reborn. This would have been her third reincarnation.

In her first life, she’d been a male serial killer slicing up prostitutes in alleyways. In the second, a cruel dictator who’d caused mass genocide and a world war. Reincarnating her as a woman did nothing to stop the blackness embedded in the soul. It was tainted.

What angels failed to realize was that some souls weren’t worth saving. This one chose to be evil. That set the start of Katsuki and Ochako spending time together. Ochako wasn’t sure when she’d fallen in love with him. All she knew was she’d fight by his side for all eternity, and their combined powers, tied with the desire to change the status quo made them dangerous in the eyes of the current leaders, hence their curse. It wouldn’t stop them from being together. They were destined, written among the vastness of all universes.

Their battles and a love that couldn’t be extinguished would live on forever. Tales of how an angel and demon overthrew the celestial realms would never be forgotten. It would change the course of time for millennia to come when it happened.

Katsuki’s fingers trailing up her sides brought her out of her musings to study those bright crimson eyes. 

Shaky palms cupped his jaw, bringing him down to meet her lips once more as his wings materialized. They expanded as Katsuki hooked his arms under her thighs, hoisting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist with practiced ease. His arousal pressed against her core with promises of heated passion to come. Bringing each other to the edge had become second nature, but neither grew tired of seeing the other coming undone from their touch.

“Ready for me to fuck you senseless, Demon?” Katsuki asked before leaving open-mouth kisses along her collarbone that made her toes curl.

“Always, Angel,” Ochako replied, raking her nails through his ash-blonde locks. “Tonight, you’re mine again.”

They blasted into the night sky toward their cabin of old, intent on making the most of those few hours until they met again. The chill of the air rose goosebumps along her skin, but the warmth of his chest helped satiate the cool bite of ending autumn. The clear night sky let the full moon blanket the tops of full oak trees, a beautiful night for them to spend together. Ochako relaxed into her lover’s embrace as they flew across the night sky, the Earth a new vision from their place amongst the low clouds. They couldn’t fly as high as they once did because of her human stature, but Ochako didn’t mind because the glitter of the river’s surface nearby gave her peace.

When they landed in front of their mortal home deep within the forgotten woods, the earthy hint of dirt reached her nose as the dust bloomed from the flap of Katsuki’s mighty wings. Ochako wove her fingers between his and led him toward the small cabin, the lights flickering the closer they got. Ochako smiled, grateful for their friend and forest king, Izuku, keeping their location hidden. She swung the door open, listening to its soft creak before stepping inside a place that looked well used from its cleanliness. There was an open kitchen to their left and a beautifully furnished living room straight ahead. The domestic feeling reminded her of her hopes of settling down with her lover after their battle against the gods. It would happen. Ochako’s determination and Katsuki’s stubbornness to love each other unconditionally and without fear or repercussion rang clear and strong. As Ochako led Katsuki toward their bedroom, his footsteps behind her heightened her arousal. They belonged to each other this night, as fate intended them to be.

🎃

[hazelroses1]

Mood Goddess Ochako and Sun God Katsuki Realize Their Common Ground

Moon Goddess, Ochako, is pissed at the Sun God, Katsuki, for raising the sun earlier and earlier each day. It's winter, so why is this jerk taking over the moon's time?! It wasn't the first time they'd butted heads, and she was sick of his selfishness.  So, she raises the moon when the sun is still out in protest until, finally, Katsuki storms into the moon goddess temple, fire illuminating the soft blue hues of the room. 

 "What the fuck are you doing?!" he barks.

She expects Katsuki to be fiery; he is the Sun God, but this is ridiculous. His flames dance over his skin in what she can only describe as a work of art. Katsuki storms over to her, but Ochako doesn’t back down.  She returns his stare, trying not to become mesmerized by his ruby-red eyes. 

"Why are you keeping the sun up during times the moon should be out?" Ochako counters. "You're taking over my celestial time! It's long night hours right now, not long day hours!" 

"I have my reasons!" Katsuki snaps. "Figure it out!" 

"Or you could just tell me and not barge into my home like a child," Ochako offers, raising an eyebrow.

Ochako smiles when the metaphorical steam billows from his ears. The universe created the sun and moon to work in opposition. Katsuki is destroying that partnership by raising the sun whenever he feels like it. 

 "The sun means warmth, growth, and energy," Katsuki says. "I'm trying to give the mortals more of that!" 

 Ochako crosses her arms over her chest. "The moon gives tranquility, rest, and the gift of the stars. Humans need that, too! You can't just change the rules!"

"Listen," Katsuki huffs, running a hand through his ash-blonde locks. "Yeah, the moon and everything, but you have no idea how my job helps Earth! They need more sun!" 

"You don't seem to know anything about how the moon affects them either," Ochako counters.

Their argument leads to Katsuki demanding she walk with him on his day-to-day. She requires the same. Honestly, Ochako wishes they did this some time ago.  Watching the sunrise, the colors bleeding from lavender of the night to tangerine and yellows of the day leaves her speechless. The cool air of dawn morphing into the warmth of the day caresses her skin. Katsuki learns things about night and falls in love with constellations.  As Katsuki smiles more with each deep conversation under a full moon, Ochako’s feelings morph from disdain to adoration. When the sun finishes its dip behind the horizon, Katsuki wraps her in his arms to draw her in for a  lingering kiss. Ochako understands how deep the relationship between the sun and moon has grown. He’s her Sun God. She stands by his side as his Moon Goddess, and together they rule the skies.

[END]

[hazelroses1]

Nurse Ochako Isn’t Taking Surgeon Katsuki’s Shit

Dr. Bakugou is an orthopedic surgeon none of the nurses want to deal with because he's such an asshole. Yelling at them for things that are out of their control and cursing at them when they call him about concerns for his patients.  Ochako is a night shift nurse who has one of his post-operation patients. The poor guy is writhing in pain, with clear signs that their pain management regimen is not working.

She knows she's going to have to call Dr. Bakugou for additional pain medications, and she's dreading it, but she has to do what's best for her patient. So, Ochako takes a deep breath, looks at the clock to see it's 2 A.M., and dials his number.

Dr. Bakugou answers on the fourth ring. 

 "What?" 

 Ochako blinks. "Um, this is Ochako, a nurse at U.A Regional. Is this Dr. Bakugou?" 

 "Did you not look at the number when you called?" he snaps. "What do you want?" 

 Ochako frowns.

"Your post-op patient, Mr. Kishimura, is still in a nine out of ten pain. I've given him—" 

 "Give him the meds I ordered," he interrupts. "That's what they're there for."

 Ochako feels her irritation rising. "I did give him those medications if you would have let me finish. I gave him both narcotics and his scheduled acetaminophen, the last dose being an hour ago, and he's still sobbing and clearly uncomfortable. I need something else."

 "What do you suggest he have then?" Dr. Bakugou responds in the most condescending tone she'd ever heard.

Ochako gives her charge nurse, Mina, who's standing over her shoulder to hear the conversation, a bewildered look. She looks just as shocked. If he wants to play this game, Ochako will play it. Her end goal is to ensure her patient's comfort, and she won't let this jerk ruin that. 

 "How about tramadol?" Ochako suggests. "The patient said with his previous surgeries that medication controlled his pain better."

"Tch, the patient is fucking allergic to that medication. Are you a fucking idiot? Did you even read his chart?!" 

 Ochako's adrenaline rushes through her body. She has pulled up the patient's chart, and tramadol is not listed on his allergies. She's even reviewed his previous surgical visits for his knee and shoulder surgery and saw that tramadol was prescribed both times. 

 "Dr. Bakugou," Ochako begins, struggling to keep her voice from rising. "The patient doesn't have tramadol listed on their allergies, and he got it for his last two surgeries. Prescribe it, please." 

 "I'm the fucking surgeon!" he yells, making Ochako hold the phone out. "Give him the meds I ordered, and don't call me again!" 

Then the line goes dead. Ochako, Mina, and the rest of the staff who has been at the nurse's station sat there in awe. She's never been spoken to that way by a doctor and refuses to let that kind of behavior fly.  Ochako writes a memorandum of their encounter and gives it to the house supervisor, puts in a patient safety report, and stays after her shift to speak to the chief of surgical services. Dr. Aizawa, a doctor known not to let other doctors act terribly toward staff, gives her a solemn look and says he'll handle it. Ochako had no doubt he will; she just wishes she'd be there to see it. 

 A week passes, and Ochako is on day shift. It's a busy day; she's drowning, and of course, she's handed a new same-day surgery patient. Ochako sighs when she sees the surgeon is Dr. Bakugou. Fuck this guy entirely, but she prepares for her patient and gets report from the post-anesthesia unit. She finds an issue with the orders and pages him, dreading the callback. Instead of a call, as she's exiting her patient's room, she sees Dr. Bakugou walking down the hall. He moves with purpose and pride, a scrub cap with grenades on it visible from a distance. It's ironic that someone with an explosive personality wears that cap. Ochako squares her shoulders and steps in his path. His piercing crimson eyes stare her down, but she won't look frightened. 

 "You nurse Ochako?" he asks. 

 "That's correct," she answers. "I paged you."

"Let's talk for a minute." 

 Ochako swallows and crosses her arms over her chest. "Are you just going to scream at me again because you can do that here."

Dr. Bakugou's cheeks flush. She would say it makes him more handsome, but she's not going to because he's Satan incarnate. 

 "I'm not gonna yell at you, alright?" he says. "Where's somewhere private?"

Ochako walks them past the nurse's station and tells the charge what she's doing. Izuku's gaze flickers over Dr. Bakugou before turning his attention back to her. 

"Let me know if you need anything," he says, and Ochako understands that he'll gladly go to bat for her.

She notices Dr. Bakugou stiffen, but he says nothing, and Ochako leads him to an empty room. She closes the door with a resounding click, turning to him, ready to argue. 

 "I yelled at you when you called me about one of my patients," he begins. "Aizawa reamed my ass for it.  That was unprofessional and uncalled for, and you were right about his allergies. I wanna apologize." 

 Ochako places her hands on her hips. 

"You were an absolute asshole, and it's not the first time with other nurses you've belittled them and questioned their intelligence. You need to get it through your surgeon brain that we are on the same team. I hear your apology and appreciate it, but what would mean the most is a change in behavior." 

 Dr. Bakugou's blond eyebrows shoot up, eyes wide. Maybe his bafflement comes from no one who he deems a lesser position talking to him with such authority. Good. Ochako is happy to be the first. The silence ticks on for a few moments before he does something surprising. He grins, and Ochako's heart flutters because, wow, he is gorgeous when he smiles. 

 "Won't happen again, Ochako. Fucking promise." 

 Ochako nods and reaches out to pat his shoulder. Lightning flutters through her chest when he places his hand over hers, holding it there longer than necessary. Ochako freezes as he drops his hand and turns to exit the room. 

 "Lemme see whatever order you were paging me about," he says over his shoulder.

Ochako tucks that encounter in her mind to scream at Mina about later before following him out of the room. From then on, Dr. Bakugou's attitude does a 180. No more name-calling and yelling. He's got sarcastic humor that Ochako likes, and instead of dreading caring for his patients, she looks forward to it. Dr. Bakugou buys food for her unit once a month, different types, from typical pizza to Thai and Indian. He times it whenever Ochako is working. Today, they eat together in the break room, and because of him, Ochako finds she loves Indian food. 

 "Why have I never eaten this before?!" she whines, taking another bite of chicken tikka masala and savoring the rich flavors. "It's so good!"

"Maybe you should slow down and enjoy it instead of inhaling it," Dr. Bakugou teases in between bites of tandoori fish. 

 "It's hard!" Ochako laughs. "Dr. Bakugou, who knew you were a food connoisseur?" 

"Call me Katsuki." 

Ochako pauses, her heart fluttering. Okay, so she may have developed a crush on U.A. Regional's former resident jerk, and she hates herself for it, but their encounters have left thoughts of him in her head longer than she wants to admit. His asking her to call him by his first name is putting scenarios in her head. Scenarios of going on dates to unique restaurants and watching medical dramas to point out all the inaccuracies in them. 

“Sure, Katsuki," she replies, unable to hide her beaming smile.

Dr. Bakugou, now Katsuki, puts his elbows on the table, studying her. "Ever had Jamaican food?" 

"I haven't," Ochako admits, waiting for his next words. 

"You off Friday?" 

"Yep." 

"Let me cook for you," he says, redness creeping up his neck. "You need to be more cultured to other types of food. There's so much good shit out there."

 Ochako wants to float off into the stratosphere. She pinches her arm to bring her back to Earth and stop the internal screaming rattling her brain. 

 "I'll think about it." 

 [END]