#mirakei

[pastelle-rabbit]

‘i’ll take care of you’ x ‘i don’t know how to be cared for’

[tabicoeur]

MIRAKEI MONDAY!!!!!! to start our week off with a healthy dose of sunshine!!!! ◟꒰ྀི◍ ´꒳` ◍꒱◞ ♡♡

mirakei is . . . two kids & a mudkip / the patience of a long known hand / twin pulses under one palm / "if you’re with me" / lacquered ribbons drying on the windowsill / tongue of gold / sweetness with a spine / honey at the hollow of the throat / storm-bound & storm-blessed / shared canteen / dust on amber / sunbeam on a sleeping muzzle / dreaming in tandem

[coconigiri]

mirakei 𓂃 amira ෆ keigo takami

dew clings to the grass like a thousand tiny mirrors, each one catching the breath of morning. there’s the metallic clinking of a can of coffee hissing open, its sharp note slicing the hush, and KEIGO [airborne soul, wing-shadowed, mirth tucked behind sleepy lashes] tips it casually to his lips. barefoot, he walks slow across the damp earth, the hem of sweatpants (once amira’s, now irretrievably his) tickling a puddle of wet at the skin his ankles.

trailing behind him are one, two, three, four, five, six, seven! seven ducklings, wobbling in their parade. their tiny, webbed feet sticking to the grass before catching up again in frantic little bursts. the hero strolls as though he isn’t leading an army, gaze soft on the edges of the garden, as if even weeds bend toward him.

from the porch steps, AMIRA [light-poured, tender-souled, given to wonder] watches.

AMIRA: [teasing, but hushed, as if not to startle the ducklings] looks like you’ve got an entourage.

KEIGO: [glances over his shoulder, smile cracking easy as daylight] what can i say? [shrugs coolly] guess i’m just that irresistible.

the smile is enough; the sun lifts higher when he does it, and the sky seems to remember morning is due. amira feels it in her ribs: the ache of something holy, something ordinary, and something completely hers.

AMIRA: [gentle laugh, hugging her knees to her chest where she sits on the porch] you’re gonna spoil them if you keep walking like that. they’ll think you’re their mother.

KEIGO: [stretching his arms above his head, wings ruffling with the motion] tch, mother? you could at least let me be the cool uncle.

AMIRA: barefoot… in my sweatpants… herding ducklings through the garden… you don’t look much like a “cool uncle” right now.

KEIGO: [eyes flicking toward her with mischief] i look good though, right?

keigo takes another sip of coffee--slow--the brown aluminum catching the pale light. his hair is unruly and sleep-mussed, and his shoulders carry that impossible blend of laziness and sharp readiness. as though even here, among the dew and ducklings he could take flight at any second.

yet, he doesn’t. he stays.

AMIRA: [smiling fondly, almost tearful from the magnitude of love she feels] kei… come here?

he falters at the adoration and subtle waver to amira’s voice, the ducklings bumping into his ankles and creating a chaotic scatter of soft yellow. keigo turns, studies her, the gentle plea pressing into him with more gravity than she had intended for it to.

KEIGO: [quiet, genuine, letting the tease drop] you really know how to floor a guy before breakfast, don’t you?

he pads back across the grass toward her, can in one hand, free hand tugging at the waistband of the sweatpants like they don’t quite sit right but he’ll never give them back. the ducklings trail after him, chirping more insistently. their devotion is unshaken.

AMIRA: [reaching out instinctively as he climbs the porch steps] it’s not cheesy if i say--

before she can finish, keigo crouches in front of her, the can balanced easily in his grasp. he leans close, the faint smell of coffee and sun-warmed feathers filling the air between them.

KEIGO: [low, coaxing, half grin tugging at his lips] if you say…?

AMIRA: [failing in hiding her fluster] if i say that you look like home…

her cheeks heat, shy, because she means it with the entirety of her heart. he drinks her honesty like the coffee in his hand: easy, addictive, never enough.

KEIGO: [sincere, voice honeyed] then don’t be surprised if i keep stealing your clothes. [hushed, in a barely there whisper] makes me feel like i belong here.

he presses his forehead lightly to hers, a feathered brush, wings curling just slightly around them both. the ducklings peep noisily at their feet, impatient for movement, but keigo doesn’t budge.

AMIRA: [whispering, unsure if it’s complaint or confession] you already belong.

keigo swallows, throat tight. he attempts to mask it with a chuckle as he pulls back just enough to smirk.

KEIGO: [teasing, though his voice betrays a crack of sincerity] careful, baby bird. say things like that and we won’t be leaving this porch for another few hours.

despite the insinuation, he rises and drains the last of his coffee, tossing the can lightly toward the bin by the door. the sun finally clears the horizon, spilling gold over garden, over feathers, over amira’s upturned face.

keigo stretches, his wings catch the light, and the seven little ducklings resume their chaotic parade around his bare feet. and amira, still curled on the porch steps, watches him with a heart brimming and breaking all at once. because he is ridiculous, and because he is breathtaking, and because the morning doesn’t begin until he looks back at her like that.

the day yawns awake, but for these two, it is already fully alight.

— @pastelle-rabbit this is my third time writing mirakei like this, i hope it isn’t getting boring!!!!! >u< this post you made last year has been living on in my mind and i had been wanting to write it for a long time now :3 happy birthday sweetness!!! my sunshine honey bun!!!!!! my girl who i love and cherish so so so dearly ;u; i hope your day was even a fraction as wonderful as you!!!!

[lvmimis]

sex ed with midoriya-sensei and he wants a ‘refresher’ on pussy anatomy. your only job is to lay back on his desk with your legs spread wide over those shoulders, while he carefully strokes your walls with the just the tips of his thick, rough fingers. he makes verbal notes of everything he sees - all your colors, the way you clench and flutter, how wet you’re getting…

hey so amira did you hear about the time keigo accidentally attached one of your sexy (albeit tasteful) boudoir pictures to an hpsc email and had to go to everyone in the executive suite and demand his email be deleted only to find himself back in his office once the commotion is done and rub one out before making it home to you to fuck you yet again?

[pastelle-rabbit]

MIRAKEI || POKEMON AU

[pastelle-rabbit]

FIT CHECK 1/x || MIRAKEI POKEMON AU

[pastelle-rabbit]

crashing into your inbox late--

happy belated birthday, my dear amira!!!! <3 i hope you had a wonderful and spectacular birthday, i admire you so much and i am so happy that we became friends ;u;

you're genuinely so funny and sweet, and you are sososo good at putting smiles on people's faces... keigo is so LUCKY!!!

ANYWAY!! BELATED!! BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY AAAAA

AKSJDJFKDLSLSLSJD BITTI MARIE RABBBITSEASON BLADIEEEEEEEEEEE WHAT!!!!!!!!! 👁️💛💛💛💛‼️‼️‼️WHAT THE HECK !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AKSJDJSK I’M SO ?!?!?!?!??????!!!!! REEEEEEE THIS IS TOO SWEET YOU’RE TOO NICEYS TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :(((((((( spoiling me rotten…….. I WUV YOU THANK YOU FOR THE GIFT 🥹😭😭😭💛💛💛💛💛💛💛😭‼️‼️

[pastelle-rabbit]

a 2026 goal is to draw at least one of my mirakei body horror ideas