My Sweet Heart

Word Count: 4,571

Summary: Awoken from her slumber by the sound of frantic scratching at her window in the middle of the night, Nova is drawn into a conflict that she knows she’s better off avoiding…but when it comes to him, she just can’t seem to stay away.

Author’s Note: The last of my loosely associated 3 part drabble set for this week, and I can’t believe how long it ended up being fhieslfes I really am just on a roll when it comes to this stuff. I’m not sure if my posting will start to slow down a little soon because I’m starting to get a little busy with other things, but I still plan on posting more fics for this ship (and others) it’s just that this one, obviously, inspires me in a way I haven’t encountered in awhile, which is pretty nice…I guess I don’t have too much more to say than that lol. Thank you for reading! :D
“Nova! Nova, wake up!”

That voice…it was vaguely familiar to her, although not instantly recognizable. It didn’t sound like the product of just another dream; it was too clear, too defined. The grating noise of something sharp frantically scraping against glass jarred her even more, and the young woman’s ears twitched as she struggled to open her eyes, glancing around without making any effort to move just yet. The scraping intensified, the voice continued beckoning to her in that same distressed tone, begging her to do something she couldn’t quite make out. Rubbing her eyes and pushing the covers back, she sat up slowly, posture going rigid as her eyes finally fell upon the form that was awaiting her at the window.

“C’mon, don’t just sit there and stare! Let me in!”

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Word Count: 2,375

Summary: Chased down by an unknown assailant with no obvious means of escape, Nova starts to think this might actually be the end for her…that is, until a mysteriously benevolent third party decides to intervene.

Author’s Note: This is the first fic in a technically 3 part series that I plan on posting for this week! I don’t have too much to say about it other than I just love writing for this series/self insert and I don’t really plan on stopping any time soon lmao. Thank you for reading!
She’d managed to stay out of trouble for this long, but apparently her luck had finally run out. Taking every turn she saw, dashing down alleys and backstreets like her life depended on it, no doubt running herself in circles in this maze of a city. It was only a matter of time before she hit a dead end, or found herself right back where she’d started. It wasn’t like her navigation skills were all that terrible, but when you’re preoccupied with running for your life, you tend to get turned around whether you planned to or not.

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Word Count: 1,660

Summary: Being chased down by a violent assailant is never fun, and getting preoccupied in the midst of the chase is even worse…but it’s not like she could really help it.

Author’s Note: I want to laugh about this fic but also I really like it. This is an exchange/scenario I thought up after seeing some pics (like this) of Hei’s assassin attire…that man is fuckin toned and I love it okay. And apparently I’m not the only one since they utilized something along those lines as a plot point in one of the official OVAs. And so does Nova, by default, so here’s a little bit of her being a total dumbass about it lol. Thank you for reading!
If things kept up this way, Nova was sure she’d be more familiar with the twists and turns of the Tokyo backstreets than she ever wanted to be. Pressing on despite the fatigue, desperately hoping her second wind would kick in any second now, she sprinted after her companion with all her might. Unbeknownst to her, he was actually going easy on her; he didn’t really have a choice. It was his fault she was mixed up in all this…well, that wasn’t entirely true, but he couldn’t help feeling at least partially responsible. That was just part of the burden of guilt he chose to bear, a self-inflicted punishment he felt he deserved.

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Word Count: 2,842

Summary: From one black cat to another, Nova’s been struggling with her conflicted feelings regarding a complicated relationship she helped cultivate. Despite her better judgment, she’s adopted a routine of airing her concerns to a friendly neighborhood cat that just happens to show up every now and again.

Author’s Note: WOW this fic turned into A Lot, I really wasn’t intending for it to get this long, or even necessarily for it to take the turn it did, but…well, this selfship has been keeping me pretty busy lately. Since I don’t have an official bio typed up yet, I’ll just refer people to this post in case they’re confused where this sudden series is coming from. Also, there’s a little bit of lost context in here, mostly because I didn’t want to try fitting it in. In case it isn’t obvious through other hints, though, in this verse Nova has a complicated home life and actively tries to avoid it. This is something her friend notices and also clearly something she shows in her mannerisms and reactions, whether she’s aware of it or not. I don’t really have much more to say other than thanks for reading, and expect more material for this selfship, because it’s the absolute center of my universe right now lol.
It was a mild evening, the kind she didn’t mind taking a walk in. To be completely honest, recently she’d been looking for almost any excuse to stay out of the house. Thoughts coalesced in her head like a thick fog, obscuring her understanding, overwhelming her faculties. She strode along with a simple look on her face; any common passerby wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Or perhaps they would have found the blank, empty stare unsettling. It certainly felt unsettling, the chill that set in with the fog as it seeped into her brain and bones. Normally she didn’t mind the cold, but right now…frostbite was the last thing she wanted to add to the various maladies assaulting her injured heart.

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