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Whimsywhisperz - Whimsy's World

whimsywhisperz - whimsy's world
whimsywhisperz - whimsy's world
whimsywhisperz - whimsy's world
whimsywhisperz - whimsy's world

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄

in which: you take tomioka ice skating as a way of destressing from the tough mission you were sent on. turns out, the water hashira isn't that good at it.

warnings: 1.5k, fluff, descriptions of trauma from demon slaying, reader is a hashira ! gn!reader, bad characterisation ? idk i've only watched the anime + first kny work :3

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whimsywhisperz - whimsy's world

The moon was beautiful tonight. 

You admire the silver light seeping through the leaves in awe, loving them even more so when watching the way they fall on Tomioka’s half-half haori. A beautiful sight to behold; he is, even during the darkest hour and parts of you still feel a little scarred and vulnerable from the mission you were just sent on.

Tomioka, on the other hand, seems as unscathed as ever and you admire him now more than ever. With the blood of demons still lingering on your sword, and the symbol of your growth as a hashira donned on the uniform you wear, there’s still parts of you that have not hardened from the harshness of this job.

To stand on the front lines between life and death won’t ever get easier, but you’ve been saying that to yourself ever since you first wielded your Nichirin sword.

“Aren’t you cold, Tomioka?” You asked whilst rubbing your hands along your biceps, hoping to create some warmth from the friction.

“No,” comes his curt reply, as ever.

You huff, your breathe condensing into a momentary cloud before fading away. 

“Why, are you?” He asks in a uncharacteristically attempt to continue conversation.

“A little, I guess the post-battle adrenaline has washed off.”

The dark-haired remains silent.

“Uh, good job today by the way,” you pipe up again after several beats of silence. “You were amazing, as always.”

Tomioka doesn’t say anything. Even after countless missions together, you still can’t reach him easily. Despite being the hashira that you work with the most, Tomioka is also the one you are still strangers with. The prospect of being sent on a mission with him sometimes makes you more nervous than hearing about where you’re fighting, or who.

As the snow continues to fall, covering up the footsteps you and Tomioka are leaving behind, you think you’re about to leave the forest, and you’re right when you hear a collection of laughter and delighted shrieks. From multiple people- probably a crowd.

Placing a hand on your sword handle just in case, you jump onto a stable tree branch to gain a higher perspective, hoping that it would be tall enough to overlook the hill.

“It’s just an ice skating rink,” you tell the water hashira, relieved and welcoming the sight of many delighted people in one place. 

“Then let’s continue back to headquarters,” he responds dryly as you land on the snow beside him with little sound.

“Wait,” you brush off the snow that managed to get on you. “I’m going to patrol this area, there’s a lot of people and susceptible to demon attacks, especially in the place we were sent to protect.”

He narrows his eyes ever so slightly at you. “You want to ice skate.” 

Poking out your tongue, you shrug in faux innocence. “I’ll still be on guard,” you defend. “You’re welcome to head back to headquarters before me.”

Tomioka’s expression doesn’t change and with a little hesitation, you turn away from him to head towards the ice skating rink, part of you still hoping he’d relent and join you. It was a lot more lit up than you thought, with many candles in lanterns hung around the area to illuminate the dark for skaters.

As you approach a booth that nursed rows upon rows of ice skates, the attendant offers you a smile in greeting. “What’s your shoe size?”

When you tell her, she then looks behind you.

“And how about you, sir?” She questions and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion before turning around, only to be greeted by the same haori you’ve been staring at the entire night. Tomioka doesn’t falter at your surprise, calmly delivering his answer as the store attendant then goes off to find your requests.

You truly did not think Tomioka would accompany you - you didn’t even hear his footsteps! Nor sense his presence! He truly baffled you sometimes.

“I thought you would return to headquarters to Master and deliver the report,” you murmur. He looks at you with those dead eyes.

“His instructions were that we must travel as a pair. In case there are demons, I’m here for backup.” His bluntness brings an affectionate smile to your face unknowingly, and you turn back to the employee when she comes back with your skates.

Sitting down at a nearby bench, you ignore how cold the planks are on the back of your legs and swiftly put the skates on. It’s when you stand up that you realise a certain Water Hashira is having difficulty putting his on. 

“Need some assistance?” You ask. He nods, a little shy in the way he slumps, and part of you melts at the new side of Tomioka.

He’s silent while you do up his shoes, watching the way your hands work nimbly. 

“Have you ever gone ice skating, Tomioka?”

“No.”

“Would you like some help?”

“Yes, please.”

You offer him your hand which he takes promptly, and when he stand up on the skates, he wobbles a little before gaining his balance. “Ice skating is a little weird at first, but eventually it’s just like walking, but a lot faster.”

He nods with pursed lips, his cheeks now beginning to turn red from the frost. You try not to focus too much on how Tomioka’s calloused hands feel around yours, and how close he’s standing to you. 

“Nothing to be scared of though, I’m here.”

Tentatively, you guide him over to the edge of the ice, going on first before he does. At least there wasn’t a lot of people on this frozen over pond, allowing your acquaintance to take his time with adjusting to the ice.

He steps on and immediately loses his balance, holding onto you for dear life as he silently freaks out about the slippery surface below his skates. You have to hold in your amusement as you stabilise yourself to become a good base of support.

Eventually, he stands up, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Good, good. Now just give yourself a little push from one foot!”

He follows your command, gliding a little too far along the ice that you had to move out of his way so he wouldn’t crash into you. He then looks at you with a little more fear in his eyes.

“You’re doing well! C’mon, just a little more,” you encourage, backing away a little so he has more room to move. “One foot at a time.”

The Water Hashira follows your instructions to a T, and you find yourself talking less and less as his hold on you lessens, eventually you transition to just holding him with one hand, now skating side by side with him.

“You’re a quick learner,” you compliment with a reassuring smile. His shoulders aren’t so stiff anymore, but his hold on you is tight, tight enough that if he’s going down, you’re going down with him too. 

And, funnily enough, you do.

It’s almost comical, how he falls backwards and naturally, pulls you into his space as well. You only have a quick second to react, and no matter how good someone’s reflexes are, on ice, it’s not the same. Placing your hand on one side of his body, perfectly on his haori, as the other goes to the opposite side, you just register the awkward position you’ve landed in.

Whilst he’s on his butt, you’re on all fours, set over his legs as his face is dangerously close to yours.

His warm breath is close enough to graze your face whilst he looks at you with shock.

You laugh it off, shaking the ice on your hand as you retreat to your own space. A beat passes and Tomioka too, to your surprise, begins laughing. His laughter is quiet but so warm, almost ironic for the coldness that coated the two of you like a blanket.

As the ice dampens to seep through your shins and his bottom, it’s hard to find it a bother, not when you’re both laughing at his clumsiness.

Any threat of demons in the area are forgotten and for a moment, everything feels fine. There’s no one to avenge, there aren’t any family members to protect, and you’ve been momentarily transported away from the battlefield to laugh with Tomioka Giyuu, an equally traumatised and guarded man with a golden heart.

“Let’s get back up,” you murmur, offering him your hand once more. Slowly, you stand up.

“Your hands are cold,” he whispers.

“So are yours,” you counter, watching as he rises to stand above you.

The hours keep ticking through the night as you and Tomioka make your way around the rink a couple times. People come and go, he gets a little more confident but despite that, he never seems to let go of your hand and you can’t find it in yourself to complain. Tomioka falls over a couple more times, sometimes you catch yourself before you can go down with him. 

But when you do find yourself on the ice, eye-to-eye with him, you can’t help but laugh again. 

And he can’t help but join. Even though it’s so cold, the Water Hashira warms at how pretty you are when you’re smiling.

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type: preference

pronouns: you/your/yourself

characters: midoriya, kaminari, shinsou

a/n: hello! once again you may remember this post because i have already posted it in the past before my account got deleted! but i am back and i am reposting a bunch of old posts. please enjoy and an interaction with this post would be greatly appreciated.

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Catching His Crush Staring At Him

IZUKU MIDORIYA

Izuku is studying away, focused on what Aizawa is talking about during the lesson when he can suddenly feel someone’s eyes on him.

Instantly scared as he turns to see who it is when he notices you.

You’re looking at him sheepishly while holding your textbook close to your face with a cute little smile on your face and now he doesn’t remember how to breathe as his face lights up like a Christmas tree. 

He tries to look away abashed, while Izuku starts mumbling to himself about how his crush actually looked at him. Maybe, you did know about his existence. Or was there something wrong with his hair?

“Midoriya-” Aizawa calls with his stern voice.

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DENKI KAMINARI

Denki is almost always spacing out during class, playing around with his pencil in his hand and trying to entertain himself while someone talks about math, or history, or-

That’s when he notices someone’s looking at him. Turns around, he sees you’re looking over at him with a tiny grin in the corner of your mouth.

His whole body goes stiff and he’s got the goofiest grin on his face.

He wants to seem cool but he cannot believe you’re staring at him. Maybe it’s because you like him too? So he’s gotta act cool about it even though he’s shaking with pure excitement from the attention.

Denki will try to wink at you, be a little flirty, but will probably just end up looking like a fly flew into his eyes and it hurts.

You laugh at his attempts at flirting.

Watching you laugh adorably like that actually fries his brain.

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HITOSHI SHINSOU

He’s very perceptive, so he quickly notices someone is looking at him.

Hitoshi is relieved that you’re the one staring at him, trying to be sneaky as you keep gazing at him from across the classroom.

Be prepared for a staring match.

He hasn’t blinked in a week and now he has his eyes on the prize. This bitch is HOT-APEing you, so he’s making an almost intense amount of eye contact, maybe that will make you fall in love with him too.

Now you’re blushing because you thought you could be slick by staring at him with those dreamy eyes, but now you’ve got those purple eyes staring into your very soul with an indiscernible expression. 

He smiles at your blushing face before turning away and resting his head on his hand. On the inside his mind is racing about how you noticed him.


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2 years ago

next time

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wc: 1.9k

warnings: dabi being a menace (as always), injury and violence mention

You’ve been in a lot of hairy and otherwise life-threatening situations as a pro-hero. There’s the time you got pinned under a car, and that other time you were held at gunpoint. Oh! And there was even one afternoon where you’d ended up strung up by your ankle from a skyscraper window. Dangling 400 feet above cold, hard cement really encourages a person to reconsider their life choices (but apparently not enough to make you quit your job).

So curling up against the cool, stinky metal of a dumpster in some back alley in Hosu City with notorious League of Villains member Dabi crouching in front of you like the cat that got the cream, all things considered, really isn’t that surprising.

Your leg is busted, so you can’t run. And with the heavens above as your witness, you’d tried. The only good it served was to send bile up your throat and white hot pain shooting through the meat of your thigh. Not smart. Your side burns and blood bullies through the gaps between your fingers, sticky and wet from the blast of a scummy criminal some ten minutes earlier. You hunch further against the dumpster, the adrenaline racing from your bloodstream leaves your body feeling tired, limbs leaden. You can’t fight anymore.

Feeling defeated, you huff a sigh and close your eyes. “Here to cut off all my limbs, leave me for dead? Isn’t that what you villains get up to on Monday nights?” 

“Dismemberment isn’t really my thing, doll.”

“Arson then? That seems to be more your speed.”

Dabi offers you a lazy smile. “Arson’s fine.”

“Mmm, nice,” your side throbs and you wince. “Well? Hero barbecue tonight? ‘M sure the League would love that.”

Your comment goes ignored. “It’s nice to see you again, little hero. Rough night?”

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2 years ago

when you go out with lucifer in the devildom, you always hold onto the hem of his clothes. with how stubborn he is about looking put together at all times, he doesn't seem to mind when you wrinkle the side, or the sleeve of his dress shirt. it's cute, and it makes him feel dependable – even more than he already does – and you make him happy, of course he would let you do anything, with minimal consequences. he takes you to places you haven't been, the outskirts of the city, the flea markets, the secret doors and magic passages and you follow, shirt in hand, absorbing all the information you can about the place he's called home for aeons.

when lucifer goes out with you in the human world, he always wraps an arm around your waist. it's impractical when you're navigating the city, and if he must let go his hand slides into your palm, but it makes him feel like he can depend on you – even more so than he already does. so when you're around where you grew up in, and he sees you smile as you retrace steps you've taken multiple times, he feels certain that you could take him anywhere and he would feel safe, even if stripped of his power fully, even if damned again and again. lucifer feels you close to him, closer than his pride would let him hold you in the devildom, and something in him flutters, ancient and almost humane. and of course, the ego boost he gets when you greet people you used to know, when you introduce him as your partner and they turn to look at him, eyebrows raised and words lost in their mouths, when he squeezes your side a bit and greets them with his most suave smile (oh, how he knows his wings would flutter if he was in his demon form), knowing he's yours and only yours, is enough to make him giddy for the next century. that he is sure of.


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2 years ago

Hoshiumi knows he’s not meant for a run-through-the-airport kind of love.

That dramatic energy that compels someone to chase someone else just to deliver a confession. He’s watched his classmates and teammates fall in and out of relationships as they’ve inspired different kinds of affections, different dramatic scenes.

He accepted that he’d never really elicit that kind of reaction from anyone and made peace with it as he made peace with his height.

After all, he could still dominate on the volleyball court. That’s where the dramatic moments centered around him were meant to occur.

The first gift Hoshiumi ever gave you was a blank notebook.

He noticed how you would doodle in any blank margin or on any scrap and thought you deserved a proper place to draw.

Though you always had it with you he never saw you use it. Just like accepting so many other things as fact, he assumed you were just being nice by carrying it around

until he caught a glimpse inside. The pages were covered in detailed drawings. It felt like winning a tournament and he was so giddy about it that his teammates, who thought they were used to his boisterous behavior, had to ask him to calm down.

So he gave you another one on your next birthday.

And the one after that.

Catching glimpses of sketches and drawings in the months after, proof that you did use them.

He misses your next birthday because of an away game but stops by to give you a gift when he gets back. To your relief and delight, it’s another notebook.

“Thank you.“ You beam and clutch it to your chest. “I’m so glad…I was worried you thought I didn’t like them.”

“Why?” he asks, face screwing up in confusion.

“Oh,” you grimace in embarrassment and explain “because you never asked to see what I did with them.”

He gulps, suddenly nervous. “…C-Can I?”

You offer them to him with shining eyes and he looks through, gently flipping page after page of beautiful designs and sketches and drawings and there’s figure studies of

him.

There are drawings of him.

Hoshiumi knows he’s not a run-through-the-airport kind of love. But as you confess your feelings for him, your admiration for his dramatic presence on the court,

he realizes he’s meant for something better.


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2 years ago

Congratulations on reaching 2700 followers!

Can please request 🌌 with MC and Barbatos? Thank you

Sorry for the incredibly long wait!!! Thank you for your patience!! 🖤

"I look at you and I see the void." - Barbatos/MC

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Barbatos is time infinite, space incorporeal – a wave of his hand is all he needs to see every universe, every timeline, every outcome. A snap of his fingers is all it takes to change everything. A power so infinite and yet, so bounding – for he does not want to see what will happen in several years' time if he turns that vase just so, if he cooks a certain meal a certain night, if he answers a question with five more words instead of two. 

The threads of time weave through his fingers, and he could create whatever tapestry he so wishes – but that is not Barbatos’ desire. Perhaps once, he had a vision of what he wanted his life to be. Perhaps that is why he is where he is now. A truth lost to the echoing realities of eternity. 

It is a power that could drive anyone mad, and he is no exception – but he has learned to temper it, has found someone to serve who understands the gravity of it and all its consequences. He is in control – even with the buzz of the multiverses filling his mind in the quiet of his room, with the colors that paint the edges of visions that seep through his dreams. True peace from it all is the one thing he knew he could never achieve. 

That is, until you came along.

“What is it?” 

“Hm?” He answers as if he’s been snapped out of a reverie.

The two of you are alone in one of the castle’s many gardens, thanks to your request for a moonlit stroll after a lively dinner with a crew of rather rambunctious demons. The moments you had alone were rare, and it pleases Barbatos to have you alone to himself. 

“You’ve been staring at me for some time now, Barbatos. Do I have something on my face?” 

“No, not at all.” He clears his throat, a sheepish smile ghosting his lips. “I simply found myself lost in thought.” 

“About me?” You tease, taking a step closer to him with mirth in your eyes. “My, just what was on your mind to have you staring so intensely?” 

“Nothing salacious, I assure you.” He smirks as he sees you playfully pout at that response, and then slowly closes the space between you. “...Do you really want to know?”

Your eyes narrow, searching his gaze as curiosity replaces cheer. “Yes, I do.” 

“I look at you,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your lips. “...and I see the void.”

Confusion knits your brows, and he chuckles softly as he looks deep into your eyes.

“You are so intangible, so captivating, and utterly beyond my comprehension of all that I know to be true.” A hand comes to your waist, to the small of your back as he pulls you close against him. “You are, for the first time in my long life, a mystery that brings me both intrigue and peace. It is as if time stops with you, by no will or power of my own. To be with you, to even gaze upon you, brings the cacophonous universe to a lull, a peace I never thought possible for myself.” 

As he feels warmth radiate from your cheeks, he brings his lips to yours in a languid kiss. 

“In you,” he whispers against your skin, “I see the abyss that I’ve always craved.”


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