My Sweet Heart

Word Count: 2,161

Summary: She’s always wanted to see the ocean, and he happens to know one of the best places to do that. But, ultimately, the only thing that really matters to either of them is getting to spend more time together.

Author’s Note: A friend helped me decide which f/o to use for this prompt, which was good because I’ve really struggled with settling on who I’ll use for which prompt for this month T^T I want to focus on my top 3 because I just want to make content for them, but since Saruhiko already has so much lol…that kind of narrows it down, but I’m ranting and this has nothing to do with the fic. This is actually a scenario I’ve been meaning to write for a while so I just tailored it for this specific prompt, and I think it turned out pretty okay! Well, at the end it kind of spiraled out of control, but I didn’t feel there was anything more I could do with it. Completed with some inspiration from this particular post that just punched me in the gut the first time I read it lol.
The Yokohama sunset was unlike any spectacle Nova had ever had the pleasure of appraising with her own eyes. A mesmerizing array of colors, swirling shades of honey gold and dark amber, bright rosy pink and delicate lilac. The salty tang of the sea filled her nostrils, leaving an aftertaste of the ocean dripping down her throat. Her sharp ears swiveled from side to side, always on alert, always picking up on the various sounds that drifted by from the city or off the water as she strolled along. Like the rhythmic breaking of the waves against the bank, wearing down the rocky barriers with every swell, and the dissonant din of the metropolis that she’d come to recognize as little more than background noise in her daily life.

“What do you think?”

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Word Count: 1,316

Summary: On the hunt for her missing partner one evening, Nova stumbles upon Saruhiko asleep in one of the most unassuming places she could think of.

Author’s Note: Just a short self indulgent fic that’s been on my list for a while. I can’t help envisioning what it would be like to lay under the kotatsu with my f/os during the fall and winter months, it just seems so convenient and cozy and the perfect setting for snuggles ;w; I really wish I could enjoy that kind of thing with them irl, but alas. I suppose being able to write about it is one of the next best things! Also I couldn’t resist the idea after remembering what happened in canon when Akiyama and Benzai rescued a junk kotatsu from the side of the road heilsfjelsjfes
It was one of the most endearing sights she’d ever laid eyes on. So peaceful, so serene. As still and quiet as a painting. Peering through the gap in the door, she couldn’t decide if it would be a better idea to leave him alone or join him. She’d observed him in similar positions plenty of times before. Usually when they were curled up together, drifting in and out of consciousness in an attempt to recuperate some of the energy that their routine duties constantly drained from them. In the process of tracking him down this evening, having no inkling of where he could have disappeared to and failing to get in contact with him, this certainly wasn’t one of the places she’d planned on investigating.

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Word Count: 1,398

Summary: Nova doesn’t plan on leaving the annual holiday celebration without exchanging this particularly festive traditional with the one she loves.

Author’s Note: Such an original title, I know, orz but I was too lazy to think of anything more creative. This is just a short holiday piece I wrote for myself because I really wanted to write some selfship stuff and I figured this was as good an opportunity as any. Just short and sappy because that’s my self insert MO. I also realize there seems to be some implied funny business at the end but that wasn’t my intention, I swear!! Take it as you will I suppose lol, and Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays again to everyone and their wonderful F/Os! Also the suit from this official art is what I imagined him wearing because I love it lol, I know I already featured it in another piece but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I just love it that much!
This year’s holiday festivities had gone off without a hitch, which was a noteworthy accomplishment in and of itself. Considering the track record of strange occurrences that tended to pop up at this time of year, or really any time for that matter, the peaceful uneventfulness of it all was a welcome relief, a pleasant surprise. Tackling supernatural mishaps day in and day out wore on the operatives more than they realized, more than they were accustomed to noticing in the first place. That was the nature of their profession, and none of them wanted to take this temporary reprieve from said chaos for granted.

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Word Count: 1,376

Summary: The longer Nova contemplates it, the more she realizes the one thing she desires most is also the one thing she can never have.

Author’s Note: A prompt I’ve been thinking about based on this post, first fic in a while but I’m trying to get back into the groove of things for the New Year. Expect lots more self insert fics but also x readers, because I’m trying to branch out in my writing a little.

The office was unnaturally quiet--a rare feat compared to the bustling and busy nature it typically exuded. Despite the strong afternoon sun not much light filtered in through the windows, blocked out by the drawn blinds. The seemingly calm, ordinary setting was actually anything but, considering the types of people and events that tended to fill these desks and pace these halls. The sole young woman currently occupying the space was further proof of that claim. Stashed away in an unassuming cubby she’d made for herself beneath one of the desks, trying to make herself as small and unobtrusive as possible. The empty office was unconcerned with her presence, of course, and she’d retreated here for a reason that was entirely unknown, entirely petty…entirely personal.

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Word Count: 1,909

Summary: Nova spends a boring afternoon waiting for a certain someone to return…as monotonous as it is, she doesn’t mind waiting if she’s doing it for him.

*Author’s Note*: HAPPY. H@ZBIN. RELEASE DAY!!!!!! I have been so stoked for this day for like 3 weeks (nothing compared to ppl who have been waiting literal years but I digress) the floodgates of all that building excitement have finally, luckily, been opened. There are a lot of diff ways I could have introduced this ship and I kind of want to get around to writing the other ones, but since there’s technically 2 important “main introductions” (Alastor and Nova’s proper first meeting in Hell and their introduction to the hotel) I decided to…write a slightly more manageable, kind of reflective piece that’s supposed to summarize those events and also gush about emotions because damn do I love this dapper demon way too much. Also for the record I don’t know these characters very well at all, I was hoping that would change today but since this fic was posted just today…I’ll just make whatever adjustments I need to in future fics!
Sometimes, things could be slow around here. Those moments were a welcome reprieve amidst the otherwise constant stream of chaos that characterized the day to day routine of this one of a kind, hard to believe hotel. The esteemed, mildly ostracized princess of Hell had certainly poured her heart and soul (although she was just as devoid of both as anyone else) into the foundation and yet to be determined success of this unusual pet project. The first time Nova heard about it, she couldn’t help but laugh…while the entity she’d pledged her afterlife and loyalty to had been in the process of developing other, more productive plans.

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Word Count: 1,074

Summary: Sometimes the silence between them is actually the loudest thing in the room. And sometimes the words they don’t want to hear are the ones they need to hear most.

*Author’s Note*: I know this ends kind of abruptly but…maybe I’ll be inspired to do a part 2 at some point? For some reason I’m apparently incapable of branching out from similar prompts for this particular ship (this one is also quite reminiscent of another one shot I did) but I really can’t find it in myself to change this because I do quite like how it turned out…and sometimes you just have to accept the bad stuff and use it as a stepping stone to something better.
It’d been a while since she’d had a chance to sit with him like this. Huddled together in the apartment he was hesitant, arguably terrified, to ever risk opening up to anyone. That’s how he felt about everything in his life…everyone. Always keeping people at arm’s length and even further, a flame that singed anything that tried to get too close to its heat. But somehow she’d managed to convince him to let her in. She didn’t mind whatever skeletons he happened to be hiding, and would have been happy to help him bear those burdens if he could ever find the strength to share them with her.

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Word Count: 777

Summary: Nova had always lacked the bravery and opportunity to bridge the ever widening gap between the mortal and immortal races. Luckily for her, she wasn’t necessarily the one that ended up bearing the responsibility for making that choice.

*Author’s Note*: A super vague fic that’s more just a reflection on Nova’s feeling as an immortal and how that factors into her feelings towards Desair because I love writing that kind of introspective stuff for some reason.

She’d never expected to find such an agreeable mortal to befriend. She’d never intended to befriend a mortal at all, as much as she may have always desired to do so. Nova knew the risks, the nature of the schism that separated them, the lens through which mortals and immortals tended to view one another. Immortals could seem so short sighted and single minded, ambitious and frivolous to a fault, and that was just how they chose to process the world. That was the way they’d always done things, and being creatures of habit, frozen in time and typically uninterested in dwelling on petty mortal trivialities, it was surely what they would continue to do for many millennia to come.

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Word Count: 1,171

Summary: Desair reflects on the influence Nova has had on him since she’s come into his life, and it’s a more significant and confusing one than he originally anticipated. More than that, he realizes that there’s really nothing that could happen to make him regret knowing her, or the circumstances they find themselves sharing in the present. The happiness of the here and now is what he wants to focus on…and hopefully he’ll be able to do just that.

*Author’s Note*: Ran out of steam a little bit for this week but I’m going to valiantly attempt to press on! This is a simple introspective piece that came out of nowhere, taking place in the faerie verse rather than the one I first developed for this ship. It wasn’t something I was planning on writing but after I did I decided to keep it because I liked it so much.

To be in love with an immortal…he was confident most people wouldn’t consider that a very auspicious situation to find themselves in. It wasn’t exactly hard to see why, where such people with better instincts of self preservation than him were coming from. Part of him didn’t want to bother looking past the present. Delving into the complicated tangle of the unknown future seemed more like a chore, or just a pain. If he was happy in the here and now, what was the point of worrying about the difficulties he was sure to face down the road? Even if things got unbearable, he was confident there was nothing that could make him wish he’d never met her.

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Word Count: 2,900

Summary: Nishiki stops by in the middle of one of Nova’s training sessions with Setsuna, and the turn their conversation takes ends up leading them both closer to a confession than either one is prepared to handle.

*Author’s Note*: For the record, I’ve never played Fates and I’ve only watched a few support convos and scanned some wiki pages to try and get a feel for these characters, so I apologize if Setsuna seems way off compared to her canon personality. But Nova’s specialty is usually bows or staff-like weapons in settings like this, so Setsuna was the perfect person to be her tutor. I also had a lot of fun writing the exchanges in this one…Nishiki is a soft boy, one of my favorite ones to write I think. I just love him a lot!

It was a bright, sunny day; the perfect setting for an afternoon of training outdoors. Nova had been making great strides in honing her archery skills over the past few weeks, as hard as it was for her to see and even accept her own progress. Allegedly, those around her could see it as plainly as they could see the clear blue sky overhead, and they were intent on doing their part to encourage her and convince her of the legitimacy of her improvement. While she appreciated their support, she found it difficult to go any easier on herself. She had a lot to live up to, and a lot to overcome, and she didn’t want to let any sense of arrogance or cockiness keep her from remembering what she was doing this for in the first place…or rather, who.

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Word Count: 2,678

Summary: Caught up in the tail end of a detainment mission that’s been pushing not just she, but the rest of her companions to the edge, Nova disregards her own limits and commits to making a final stand for the good of the organization and the city.

*Author’s Note*: Was inspired to write something tense and dramatic like this a while ago, finally got it typed up. Nothing special but a bit of a deviation from my usual MO in an effort to expand my horizons a bit.

The air was heavy, smothering. It was almost enough to clog her lungs, to disrupt her senses long enough to make her lose sight of the objective. Lightning shattered the sky, the resounding thunder evidence of the broken pieces that scattered in its wake. Rain pounded the pavement, splashing and saturating every crack in the asphalt as she drug herself forward. She could have commanded the storm if she liked. She could have cleared a space in the downpour, formed a barrier like a dome to keep herself dry and safe…but in her fatigue she couldn’t spare any concentration for even the slightest exertion. There was no sense in wasting the dwindling dregs of her energy on such an empty, unproductive gesture.

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