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[seasons-of-anime-exchange]

Cooking up a storm

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33123274

➡ Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia 💕Midoriya Inko/Yagi Toshinori | All Might 🔖Gen | fanart

🎁 @yanmazu

[merryfortune]

The Clumsiest Dream Eater

Written for @yanmazu <3

As part of the @precuresecretexchange 

Fandom: Healin’ Good PreCure & Yes! PreCure 5

Ship: Nodoka & Nozomi

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags:  Alternate – Magic Mundane, Youkai, Chronic Illness, Hurt/Comfort, youkai!Nozomi

AN: I hope you enjoy, I had a lot of fun writing these two’s friendship

  Nodoka woke with panic when she heard a tray in her room, or something similar, clatter to the ground. It clanged over and over again on the ground, and Nodoka heard muttered fuss, as well.

  Her heart raced and for good reason. She had just spent goodness knows how many hours, thrashing, hot and sweaty, against her bed but unable to wake up but now. For better or for worse, she was finally awake, and she could finally reef herself from the terrors of the nightmare that she was experiencing.

  But as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she caught a silhouette haloed by a faint, pink light.

  “Oh, oops…?” a voice in the dark murmured.

  Nodoka blinked. This was a private hospital room. There shouldn’t be anyone – not even a nurse – at this hour but here she was. She had gained some kind of company in the wee hours of the night and though she ought to be afraid. She wasn’t.

  Staring at this figure who came a little bit closer, Nodoka felt calmed.

  “Sorry to disturb you,” she said, “but it’s decided. A girl’s got to eat and you look really tasty.”

  “What?!” Nodoka exclaimed, her words feeling groggy.

  The figure all but screamed back in fright, “Oh, no, I’m such a dummy, I didn’t mean it like that!” She thumped on her head and Nodoka saw more of what exactly made this girl and her teleportation into a locked hospital room unusual.

  She had diamond-shaped ears atop her head, right in front of the tufted pigtails that she wore, tiny and tapir-like, Nodoka thought. She had tusks, too, on either side of her cheek like a huge smile. A cow-like tail whipped and thrashed about her in clumsy panic.

  “Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m hear to eat your bad dreams.” The girl said. “My name is Nozomi and I’m a Baku, it’s good to meet you.”

  Nodoka blinked. “Really?”

  “Truly.” Nozomi smiled.

  “thank you…” Nodoka whispered. “I was having a really scary dream, you know.”

  “I can tell.” Nozomi replied quietly. “But I haven’t eaten your bad dream yet, I’m afraid. I was about to but ughhhh. I bumped into something and woke you up.”

  She sashayed over to Nodoka and sat at her bedside. Nozomi pet the top of Nodoka’s head and she smiled.

  “But don’t worry, I can still eat it. The vapours of it are still all around.” Nozomi explained.

  Nodoka smiled with pinpricks of tears her eyes. She held onto her blanket, the softness of it was comforting.

  “Still. Thank you.” Nodoka smiled a weary smile.

  “It’s my pleasure.” Nozomi replied in what she hoped was a soft, comforting voice. (It was.)

  Nozomi’s hand fell back from atop Nodoka’s fluffy bob of russet hair and took her head. She closed her eyes and the vapours of Nodoka’s nightmare became illuminated. They looked like petals, Nodoka thought. They fluttered around, haloed by pink light and it was beautiful. They shone like stars in the stagnant darkness of her hospital room and she smiled delightedly.

  As she ate, Nozomi could tell that Nodoka was happy. That she was looking on with awe and wonder as Nozomi had Nodoka’s nightmares for a late-night snack. They held each other’s hands as one by one, the rose petals of light disappeared. Absorbed by Nozomi who nattered contentedly as she mulled over the various flavours of Nodoka’s fears. It was almost sad, Nodoka thought, as she watched the final rose petal disappear.

  “Thank you for this meal.” Nozomi gurgled happily.

  “Thank you for coming around.” Nodoka giggled.

  Nozomi got to her feet and it sounded like hooves, truth be told, on the floorboards. She stretched herself left and then right. It was always good to exercise after a meal, or so the doctors said, Nodoka thought as she observed how Nozomi flexed. She then turned on her heel and flashed a huge smile.

  “I best be going home now.” Nozomi said.

  “What, no? I was… I was, um, hoping you could stay.” Nodoka said and she outreached her hand.

  “Really, why?” Nozomi said.

  Nodoka grew fidgety and she averted her gaze. Nozomi was very bright. “I-It’s – It’s, um, kind of like a pyjama party.” she confessed in a tiny voice.

  Nozomi gasped. “Yeah, it is kinda.” She giggled.

  Nodoka smiled awkwardly.

  “Its against the rules for me to stay too long but I’ll let you in on a little secret.” Nozomi said and she came down to her knees at Nodoka’s bedside. She rested her chin in her hands on the bed and she gazed dotingly up at Nodoka. “Baku are good luck charms.”

  “They are?” Nodoka asked.

  “A-yup.” Nozomi chirruped. “So whilst I can’t stay long, I can make sure you have sweet dreams for all the rest of the night, if you like.”

  “I’d appreciate that…” Nodoka replied.

  “Okeydokey.”

  Nozomi got up again but her hands, like paws, remained kneading on the bed side where Nodoka sat upright. She leaned in and pecked Nodoka’s forehead.

  “Baku like me live deep in the forest and tonight, I hope you get to visit in your dreams.” Nozomi replied.

  Nodoka blushed. There was a gentle glow atop her forehead, an echo of Nozomi’s kiss.

  “I hope we’re able to hang out later, too.” Nozomi added.

  Nodoka lifted her hand to her forehead, like she would if she was trying to gauge a fever. She was warm, she noted with a fuzzy feeling in her heart rather than an ominous one.

  “Thank you, Nozomi, I’m glad to have met you.” Nodoka replied.

  “I shouldn’t wish nightmares on people,” Nozomi erred, “but I hope we meet again soon.”

  “Me too.” Nodoka replied but she laughed darkly. She knew that she had more bad dreams than good dreams, but it was strangely heartening to know they weren’t wasted, if it meant a Baku could eat…

  “Good night, Nodoka, and sweet dreams too.” Nozomi whispered.

  Nodoka yawned and her eyelids grew heavy. Her heart was calm. Contented. She didn’t want to fall back asleep. Not just yet but Nozomi waved her goodbye and just as she blinked, slowly, like in a trance, she fell back asleep. Her head hit the pillow and her last thoughts were of Nozomi. And that pink glow that Nozomi possessed dissipated, became not even a flicker on Nodoka’s closed eyelids as she succumbed to slumber.

  Please don’t be dream, please don’t be a dream, please don’t be a delirium-

  She missed Nozomi already, but she fell asleep and she dreamt of vast, bamboo valleys and tall mountains and yes, of Nozomi who played and talked with others of her kin. All of them were oxen-tailed and hoofed and with diamond-shaped, tapir ears. None of them saw Nodoka, she felt translucent even in the dream, but she enjoyed it, nonetheless. She could swear she felt the gentle zephyrs on her skin, and she could swear that she smelt the fresh, mountain air. It was lovely.

  But like all dreams, Nodoka did awaken in the morning and she still remembered her otherworldly companion from the night before. She was roused by a nurse for her morning meal and the woman blinked.

  “Did you sleep on your stomach, last night?” she asked.

  “Huh? I don’t think so.” Nodoka replied.

  “You have a mark on your forehead, is all.” the nurse explained.

  Nodoka’s heart soared. Later, after breakfast, Nodoka looked in the mirror and beamed as she held back her fringe. Her gaze transfixed on that slightly curved mark of a faint pink that was on her forehead. It may have been feeble proof, but it was still proof. The balm that Nozomi used on her lips still remained on Nodoka’s forehead from where she had gifted her with a good, sweet dream of where the Baku like herself hailed.

[catearella]

My entry for the Toshinko Wedding Zine ♡

Thank You everyone who joined and/or supported this lovley project !!!

The image is inspired to @yanmazu 's awesome fanfic, You May Now Kiss The Bride . It was a priviledge to draw a scene for her 🙈 Please, READ IT, YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT

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Awesome writing on ao3

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[zenzenzence]

✨ Do I even need to say it? Either toshinko or midtoss ♥

THANK YOU, YAN! I LOVE YOU!!! ;3; I had to go with MidToss for this one! :D

RAREPAIR HELL! RAREPAIR HELL! RAREPAIR HELL!

I used my Liked Songs on Spotify and got “Cosmic Love” by Florence and the Machine. I’m sorry that it’s so angsty but this was the first thing that came to mind, so I hope you like it! I’ve posted it below and AO3!

BNHA CHAPTER 296 SPOILERS!

Warnings: SPOILERS, Character Death, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Pre-Relationship

[Read on AO3]

send me a ✨ and i’ll shuffle my playlist, then write a drabble based on the song that comes up

“you left me in the dark” (300 words)

Cementoss loves midnight.

The night knows all his secrets.

Only in the middle of the night, in the presence of an ever-expanding and accepting sky, would he allow himself to lay in bed and pine for her.

~ ~ ~

Kayama Nemuri was a breathtaking night sky: cloudless and ever-expanding and shimmering with light. Her hair was the sky, infinite and wine-dark. Her eyes were Neptune, round and blue. Her laughter was stardust, fragments that he cupped in his palms like birdseed. A glorious supernova that illuminates all darkness in his soul.

And like a star, he fell for her.

Her beauty and kindness. Her wit and humor, Her strength and boldness. The light of her blinded him. He wanted to reach out and take her hand.

But, now...

Now, the light has been snuffed out. The stars. The moon. Neptune. All of it. The sky is wine-dark and infinite, and it is empty. A gluttonus blackhole that eliminates any hope in his soul. The stardust is gone, slipped through his grasp like sand. There is no light. Only darkness. She is gone. And he is alone. 

He searches for her, in the dark. On his commute. In classrooms. In gardens. In museums. In his apartment. A fruitless, tragic effort. He’s a blockhead, she’d have said. 

The light of her heart split like the shard from a shooting star and struck his eyes; he couldn’t look away and it tore through him. 

And now, he is only blind. And now, he has only darkness.  And now, he can only scream in pain.

~ ~ ~

Only in the dead of the night – in the presence of an endlessly empty and apathetic sky – would he allow himself to lay in bed and mourn for her.

The night knows all his secrets.

Ishiyama Ken loves Midnight.

[thedarkivist]

I have no ideas but something toshinko? Pretty please? Either with cats or in the Inko!AI Sci-Fi AU (I still think about that). Or both. Or Toshi trying to cook something. Or all of those combined. Or just fluff. Anything!!! :D

I give you... Captain Toshinori, his faithful AI and... a cat?

Toshinori pulled the trigger again and again, uselessly. Shit. Thestun gun was out of juice. He stepped back, not daring to breakeye-contact with the space pirate. His back hit the kitchen counterand he reached behind himself, praying he’d find something todefend himself with.

“To your left, Toshi!” sounded the ship AI, Inko, from theloudspeaker. Indeed, his fingers wrapped around the comfortingsolidity of a cast iron skillet.

He swung forward with too much force. The skillet slipped from hisgrasp and hit the pirate straight in the forehead. He sank to thefloor, too unconscious to continue the fight. The captain checked hisvitals and let out a sigh of relief when he saw the pirate was fine.He bound all of his (too many) arms and ankles with capture tape andlooked up at the green light blinking softly in the corner of theroom.

“Thank you, dear. How is everyone holding up?”

“Everyone is fine, though I must run diagnostics on the cargo hold.The head engineer may have utilised an undue amount of force to stopthat last wave from getting in.”

“Oh god, what did she do now?”

“I won’t know until I run the diagnostics. This one was thelast-”

The light flickered and turned orange. Toshinori was immediately onhis feet. Without knowing it, he reached for the skillet once more.

“Inko? What’s wrong?”

“I hate to trouble you, but it seems that someone is trying to getinto the central control room.”

Toshinori immediately broke into a run. Although Inko did use a bodyaround the ship, it was the central control that was truly important.Inko once compared it to her heart. Getting in was also the easiestway to gain control over the entire ship.

Personally, he had never been inside, but he’d be damned if he letany third-grade pirate lackey place a single filthy finger on hisbeloved.

A terrible wail came from the direction of the control room.Toshinori sped up, ignoring the stinging in his chest. The screechingmingled with the deafening sound of his own panicked heartbeat andInko’s silence.

Suddenly, quiet.

He went around the corner and found the last pirate collapsed at thedoorstep of Inko’s heart, their scales a panicked grey, theirthroat glistening with purple bloody droplets. They turned their gazeto Toshinori, a mute plea clear in their eyes. Toshinori glanced up,relieved to see the light below Inko’s nearest camera turned greenonce more.

“It seems the threat has been dealt with,” he said, his throattight.

The mass of dark fur on the intruder’s chest moved and Toshinorifound himself staring into glowing yellow eyes of the ship’s headof security, a Plutonian cat the size of a small Earth’s tiger.

“Some of us aRen’t fucking amateuRs, captain,” Camilla growled.

Despite himself, Toshinori shuddered.

“Camilla? Is that you?” sounded from the loudspeaker.

“At youR seRvice, meowdam,” she replied cheerfully and thecaptain would swear she winked at him.

“Such a brave kitty! Weren’t you hurt? I’m coming straightover, just-”

He couldn’t believe his ears. The cat just took down a grownAquilan pirate and Inko was worried? Plutonian cats were known to behighly intelligent and mostly peaceful, but he was beginning tosuspect the latter was only because every last drop of blood thirstwas concentrated in that single individual.

Inko loved kissing the top of her head and squeezing her beans.Anyone else would lose a hand if they as much as thought about tryingto do that.

“Save some kisses from me,” he laughed as the cat trotted off,leaving him to clean up.

The light grew brighter. “I will, but you must come get them inperson.”

[eldrxtch]

Merry belated Christmas @yanmazu from your (pinch-hitter!) secret santa for @talessecretsanta2019! I saw you wanted an elegant/formal Raven and how could I pass on the opportunity to draw it? :3c

I had a lot of fun with this piece, so I hope you enjoy it too!

[tiffany-chan123]

My super late Secret Precure Exchange gift for @yanmazu.

Really sorry for the delay!!

[diathadevil]

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