#madestars

ㅤ“you’re really testing the endurance of my inventions, huh?”

ㅤthere were a few spoons of judgment in how håkan spoke with a sigh at the end, but nothing that a son of poseidon couldn’t take. i mean, it was frustrating: he ground-tested those shields and pieces of armour with angry cyclops and high voltages! yet, somehow, somewhere, that guy found new ways to ruin and break his so-called perfect engineering and mathematics. if hiccup was any more prideful, maybe he would take it as a sort of divine challenge. that, and if he wasn’t so dumbfounded every damn time it happened. håkan sized him up from head to toe, registering the dirt and bruises on his frame as if he were a deer learning to walk. he stank like sweat and awful nights. what a mess. another sigh—if out of worry or defeat was unclear to even the smith himself. it was exhilarating to know there was room for improvement in his creations still; stagnation never seemed to be an issue around that camp or in any of their lives. at the same time, if he had made even the slightest miscalculation… the blown-off top part of that shield was already an answer. with heavier eyes, hiccup’s expression softened as he patted his companion’s shoulder, waving for percy to get into his forge. “well, come on then. let’s check the damages.”

@lunaetis : honestly, even though i'm not around as much as i used to be, i always see my mutuals raving about hina, and it's nice to see how much she loves her characters and how thorough she is with her headcanons and even her ships. it's just nice to see her on the dash and have the ability to read through her writing.

𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧.   wrapped in cherry blossoms and honey   ...   atsushi thinks this is what it must feel like to sunbathe in the sweetness of spring time.   IT’S A TOUCH HE’S NOT USED TOO,   AND THE BOY STANDS DAZED ON HIS FEET,   SWAYING LIKE A FOOL.   his mouth hangs open for a moment,   staring blank and dumb at her,   lost for words.   [ the heat that spreads to his face in brilliant pinks and reds doesn’t mean a thing,   atsushi tells himself:   he’s been in the hot sun all day,   after all. ]   he goes to speak,   but shuts his teeth with an audible clack upon the squeaking of his own voice.

❝   um   ...   okay!    ❞   a moments pause when she shoots him an amused,   odd look,   and atsushi shakes his head like a wet dog and puts on his friendliest smile.      ❝   sorry,   i mean   ---   you’re welcome!    ❞

𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲,   in the same way he’s never considered celebrating his birth.   memories burn bitter against the fleshy gums of his canine teeth,   jaw clenched uncomfortably tight against his tongue as he walks home from a long day at work.   [ they would have insisted on him taking the day off,   he knows,   had he disclosed what today had been   ---   what today was,   but atsushi needs the money,   and never really bothered to give the day any sentimental value. ]   his feet drag against the concrete all the same,   shoes wiping off debris of the day’s work against the doormat all the same.   there’s a sweet scent permeating underneath the door of their dingy,   shared apartment,   but atsushi hardly thinks to question it   ---   natalie’s been home all day,   WHO KNOWS HOW SHE CHOOSES TO ENTERTAIN HERSELF ON HER DAYS OFF.   baking certainty has never been off the list of entrainment ideas,   and saliva pools against his tongue at the thought of sticky syrups and warm spice cakes.

i made you cupcakes!

huh?   made him cupcakes?   atsushi hardly has time to offer his surprised response before she’s pressing the frosted dessert to the plush of his lips,   knocking clumsily against the tip of his nose until there’s sugary frosting smeared against his skin with an excited chirp of   here,   try one!   that he wouldn’t dream of saying no to.   [ the frosting is thick,   and clings to his canines in a way that has him licking over his teeth during the process of chewing,   but the cake is soft and warm and comforting in only a way natalie can manage. ]   the bite was large,   admittedly,   nearly swallowed the entire thing in one bite   ---   ATSUSHI WIPES CHOCOLATE CRUMBS FROM HIS LIPS AND LICKS FROSTING FROM HIS FINGERTIPS,   until he feels less like a child coated in sticky sweet chocolate and more like himself again.

❝   they’re   ---   they’re really good!   ❞      atsushi thinks,   if his tail were out,   it would be wagging idly behind him like a happy dog.   𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤,   a mischievously innocent mirth hidden in the smile lines under his eyes.      ❝   you made these for me?   ❞

HE’S UNCOMFORTABLE IN HIS OWN SKIN ,  he feels itchy ,  tugging at his sleeves and pinching at the skin underneath .  this conversation was coming eventually ,  he knew he couldn’t keep it all a secret forever ,  but it all coming out at once . .  the whole world finding out at the same time ,  it makes it all the more difficult to try and explain it to his brother .  someone he’s supposed to trust more than anyone .   izuku opens his mouth to speak ,  but he splutters ,  staring down at the ground .

he should have said something sooner .  maybe when kacchan put the pieces together ,  maybe when he first spoke to the original holder of this quirk and things started feeling so much bigger than what he could handle .  but he didn’t ,  no matter how many times he wanted to .  he always convinced himself it’s too dangerous . 

        ‘  . .  you’ve always looked after me .  and i - i . .   didn’t . .   i wanted to do the same ,  i didn’t want to put you in danger with . .  secrets ,  and - . .  you can handle yourself ,  i know that but . .  because of who this quirk is so closely c - connected to -  ’   he almost winces ,  referring to himself and his quirk being connected to all for one .  it still makes him nauseous .   ‘  i - i couldn’t let you be tied up in all that ,  mm - mikkun -  ’

it’s so hard to form his words suddenly ,  still barely looking mikumo’s way .  (  how is he supposed to look at his brother when he couldn’t even tell him the truth ?  )   tears sting his eyes and he tries so hard to keep them from falling ,  to hold it in instead ;  he sniffles ,  tightening his hold around himself .  making himself small ,  it’s supposed to comfort him  /  it isn’t working .

        ‘   all might said -  ’   no ,  that’s not fair .  why should he shift part of the blame to all might for why izuku didn’t say anything ?  it was his decision ,  even if all might told him to keep it secret .   ‘  i wanted to .  i promise i wanted to -  ’   BUT HE DIDN’T .