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zazter-den · 1 year ago

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Foul-Mouthed Frit | Stained Glass Circumstances Ch. 1

Series: Snippet #1, Snippet #2, Current

Synopsis- All stained glass begins as frit, but you're not as frit of the warrior in front of you as you probably should be.(Main Scene: Bakugou, Aftercare: Kirishima).

Warnings- Coerced NonCon, Oral Knotting, CumVom, Choking, Clothes Tearing, Degradation, Overstim, Org Denial, Slap(giving), Forced Bond, King/Consort Dynamic, Alt A/B/O, Yandere Bakugou.

Tags- Fantasy AU, BarbarianKing!Bakugou, Dragon!Kirishima, KingConsort!Reader, Black Haired Reader, Isekai, Creampie, Chin Grab, Excessive Seed, Aftercare.

Word Count- 7700, Chapter 1

Your heart thumped against your ribs, unease and curiosity battling it out, as you stood before the imposing blond warrior. On a good day, you couldn't help but feel out of place in the simple hand-me-down dress, a one of few mercies you received from the cold villagers when you arrived. Standing here in front of the decorated barbarian within the confines of the grandiose war tent, you felt dressed in little more than rags. Was this man here to finish the villager's sad attempt at uprising? Surely non-lethal injuries to a handful of soldiers, even if severe, didn't warrant a general's (or whoever's) presence.

Why am I here? I wasn't even involved.

The bodice of the scratchy dress felt nearly too tight to breathe, a physical pressure to match the growing weight of dread settling in your bones. It had been a month since your watery arrival to this world, but it hadn't taken long to miss your modern clothes, modern stressors, and the familiarity of home. A pang of longing shot through you like a static shock, but you pushed it aside, focusing on the intimidating figure ahead.

A shiver ran down your spine as you met the blond's piercing blood red gaze. His throne, made from the bones of fallen beasts long dead and a patterned patchwork of leather, only amplified the imposing aura surrounding him. With each passing moment, you couldn't help but feel like a small, insignificant creature in the presence of a predator.

"Pint-sized for a dragon, aren't ya?" the barbarian growled, his gruff voice boomed in the tense silence, tone heavy with amused disdain. A predatory smirk adorned his face, highlighting his intimidating yet undeniably attractive features. "You're quite the fuckin' anomaly."

Your eyes widened at his words, and for a moment you forgot your unease. You had become so used to the weight by this point that you honestly almost forgot. A hand instinctively went to touch the base of the draconic crystal horns that jutted back from your hairline, a bizzarre feature you had woken to on the lake shore, a side effect of the magic that had forced your entry to this unfamiliar world.

All of the lakeside villagers were human, but you had learned enough about this world's inhabitants to know that that you weren't a true dragon like the ones the citizens of this realm were familiar with—those with wings, a tail, and true dragon features. You are, at your core, still human, and really the horns were the only evidence to suggest otherwise. The asshole wasn't entirely wrong in calling you a mystery.

"Can tell you're no real dragon, some sorta bastard maybe" he remarked, rumbly voice smug. "Though I admit, those crystal horns of yours are intriguing 'nough. You'll pass as an addition to my collection."

You blinked once, twice, as you struggled for a mere second to process the words coming out of the pompous man's mouth before time seemed to resume again.

Should you have been scared? Probably.

But you weren't.

Your eyes narrowed to near slits with incredulity as you peered up at him. White hot anger filled your veins, fear of the undoubtedly dangerous strange warrior forgotten. Being a newcomer to the realm, you couldn't quite comprehend the gravity of the situation in standing before the man in front of you. Being an outsider to the village and their rebellion, also meant you weren't aware yet just how low cowards will sink to save their own skin.

" 'Collection'? " You repeated, scoffing loudly at his arrogance. The gall of him had your nerves shot and common sense short circuiting. All pretenses of appearing as a polite peasant were now firmly out the window, all bets were off. After a month of biting your tongue to rude villagers as you struggled to adjust to your new life, it felt amazing to spit exactly what you were thinking. "Who the fuck do you think you are, blondie?”

The fair haired barbarian's grin only widened at your boldness, relishing the rare occurance. It wasn't often someone had a big enough death wish to challenge him face to face.

"O, sweetheart, not just any 'blondie'," he sneered, weighing the weight his words had on you. "I'm yer fuckin' king." Enjoying the way shock washed over your face, anger clearly forgotten, overshadowed by the realization that you were standing before the most dangerous man in the kingdom.

King Bakugou's amusement was evident as he leaned forward in his seat, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction at your dumbstruck face. "D'ya wanna know why you're standin' in front of me?" he asked, his tone dripping with condescension. "They offered ya to me, little anomaly," the barbaric royal continued, the corners of his lips curling into a cruel smile. "A barter for their miserable lives after a pitiful 'scuse of a rebellion."

You were shocked, your eyes meeting his with furious disbelief. "So, people I barely know, GAVE me to you to spare themselves?" your words were laced with anger and a sense of betrayal, unable to comprehend the depths of their craven desperation. Sure, they were cold to strangers, but to sacrifice you for their own lives wasn't something you had thought was even a possibility. Had it really been so foolish to want to believe they were finally warming up to you?

The barbarian king's expression hardened as he replied, his voice laced with a sharp edge. "Ya should feel honored," he snapped, his blood red eyes narrowing. Rising from his intimidating throne of giant bone and beast hide, he closed the distance between them with a purposeful stride. The sound of his heavy boots thudded against the packed ground within the war tent until he loomed over you.

“I rarely take consorts,” King Bakugou's hand shot out and firmly grasped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his piercing gaze. His touch was harsh, a firm reminder of the physical might that Bakugou wielded when he so chose. Your heart pounding in your chest as his fingernails dug into your jawline. Leaning in close, his face mere inches away from yours, his voice dropped to a low, dangerous rumble as he continued speaking. “especially not runt freaks like you." The disdain in the cold blooded king's tone sent a chill down your spine.

Your heart dropped, The weight of the revelation pressed heavy against your chest. Mind racing with anger and betrayal as you grappled with the harsh reality of your situation. You had only been in this unfamiliar realm for barely a few weeks and now you stood before the formidable barbarian king, a man who held the power of life and death over countless warriors and civilians alike.

It didn't take years of education, or really much common sense, to know the dangerous consequences of defying a medieval tyrant. You knew you had to keep your anger in check, to try to bite your tongue and submit. At least for now.

Your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into that fucking tent, and survival was now officially the priority.

King Bakugou's sadistic enjoyment of the situation was plain as he ruthlessly analyzed your appearance, his gaze lingering on the translucent crystal horns with an almost dismissive glance. "Yer horns are clear, nothin' special," he remarked, his voice dripping with annoyance. It was clear that your unique crystalline features held little significance in his opinion. However, as his eyes roamed down your body, a more sinister gleam sparked within them.

"Body, on the other hand, is fine enough for a concubine," the blond added with a twisted smirk, his grip on your chin tightening slightly. The shift of the dress' neckline sent a shiver down your spine, baring your shoulder to his inspection. Your heart beat faster as King Bakugou's piercing eyes bore into you, his actions invasive and dehumanizing. Your throat constricted in response to the humiliating position you found yourself in. Even having to resist the urge to pull your chin away from his grasp, knowing that defiance would only lead to suffering of some variety.

His eyes swept over your neck and shoulder, searching for any sign of a scar, any indication that you already belonged to another. You kept your gaze to the side, unnerved by the intensity of his bloody stare, a shiver rippled down your spine as his touch almost seemed to burn your skin.

"Good," he declared, a twisted smile tugging at his lips as his hot breath ghosting over the exposed skin. "No claim."

King Bakugou wasted no time in closing the remaining distance. Swiftly leaning down, he sank his canines into the smooth flesh with a forceful bite. However, unlike true mating, the barbaric blond did not release the necessary venom that would solidify an actual bond between souls.

The lack of numbing venom caused a sharp hiss to escape your lips, a mix of agony and indignation flooding your system. You might not have been here long and you certainly were no expert, but you knew the basics of mating marks, this world's lifelong courtship. It was a deliberate move, a clear reinforcement that he had no intentions of making you his equal partner in this arrangement. After all, you were merely a plaything, to be toyed with. You should be thankful not to be bound to the barbarian's soul, and yet you couldn't ignore the obvious insult. Or the pain.

The unexpected stabbing pain of fang sinking into flesh triggered a reflexive response, causing you to shove and slap Bakugou's face in a desperate attempt to free yourself from his grasp. The crack of your palm connecting with his cheek seemed to echo in the massive war tent, leaving a bright red handprint in its wake and a streak of crimson trailing down the king's chin.

The barbarian's eyes glowed with fierce delight, his feral nature taking enjoyment in the defiance of his new concubine. Despite the stinging pain in his cheek and the split in the corner of his upper lip from the strike, a low chuckle escaped King Bakugou's lips. "You've got guts, shitty horns, I'll give ya that much" he growled, his voice laced with a dark amusement as his tongue flicked over his split lip.

If you thought your heart was racing before, it certainly paled to the drumbeat it was pounding now.

You had dared to challenge the king, to strike him in a moment of instinct. If the tyrant himself marched to this village over a few maimed soldiers, what exactly was your punishment going to be? A part of you regretted the impulsive action, aware that it would only fuel the bestial nature of the tyrant and likely add to your own suffering...But another part of you couldn't suppress the thrill that surged through you when you slapped the shit out of him. You might be trapped in this new situation but you refused to be completely meek, cowering at his feet.

You would submit. But only as much as you had to.

As King Bakugou's wicked chuckle echoed in the confines of the tent, he swiped away the droplets of blood that trickled down his split lip, relishing in the taste. "Spirited whore, ha?" he continued with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "You'll learn. 'Til then, I'm gonna enjoy breaking that attitude of yours."

Your breathing grew shallow as you just stared at the king, mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. You knew full well that true defiance would only bring more challenges, but still a small ember of resistance burned. You would not surrender completely, no matter the threat. And even bolstered with the courage of the dissociative haze that emotionally numbed you to the consequences of your actions, you still knew the danger was very real.

The red glistening imprint of his bite marked your delicate skin, a reminder of his sadistic tendencies and the cruel pleasure he derived from such acts. Your body trembled in frustration, mind grappling with the complex storm of emotions that threatened to take over reason. You may have to play the role forced on you but you would bide your time, until the opportunity presented itself.

And so began the balancing act.

"Your position, in this territory," the warrior king continued, his voice dripping with gruff superiority, "is t'be at my beck and call. You exist to serve my needs now, like any other fuckin' whore. An' rest assured, you will serve me well." With those words, he spun you around and pressed your abdomen hard against the tent's solid wood table, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

"Lemme show you your new role," Bakugou sneered, voice filled with dark promise. With one swift motion, he pulled the rough dress up to rest on your hips, baring your body to his gaze. His eyes hungrily took in your curves, his fingers ran up the exposed skin of your thighs and hips. Feeling his rough fingers trail over the sensitive areas of your thighs, you could feel yourself getting lost in the intensity of the touch.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the air as King Bakugou ripped apart the too-tight bodice, buttons popping off as your breasts spilled free from the barely reinforced fabric. His knees pressed painfully firm against the back of yours, effortlessly spreading your shaky legs apart. The motion trapped your hips against the edge of the table and exposed your pussy to to his gaze. Breath hitched as you felt the large tip of his hardened cock pressing against your slick entrance. Every inch of your body tensed. Judging from the thickness of his head alone, the lean warrior was larger than you expected him to be. Bakugou's girth tested your cunt's limits, forced to stretch wide. Initial entry was rough, inch by inch, as your pussy's tight walls struggled to accommodate the impressive length of the barbaric king's dick. The pleasurable ache making you fight to maintain composure.

Leaning forward on your forearms for support, your chest squished against the cold surface of the table. Fingernails dug into the smooth wood, your knuckles turning white with each of Bakugou's punishing thrusts. An unexpected surge of arousal coursed through your veins, and you decided to embrace the inevitable pleasure that his pace promised to bring.

Despite your feelings on the turn of events, your body responded to his coarse treatment, for the distracting orgasm and mind-numbing hormones that lay tantalizingly within reach. Determined to find some semblance of pleasure within your new prison, you forced yourself to shift your perspective. If you were going to be forced to be an object of desire, you may as well revel in the physical gratification it offered and claw back any benefit you could until you made your move.

As the table rocked against the packed dirt floor of the tent with each forceful thrust, the warrior royal couldn't resist mocking you. His voice was filled sadistic amusement. "Where'd all that fire go?" he taunted, amused by the contrast between your previous defiance and your current submissive state. "Don't tell me I already fucked it out of ya."

Your aching walls had struggled to accommodate his girth initially, causing you to tense up. You had to focus on consciously relaxing your body, allowing him to fuck you with more ease. The mixture of discomfort and increasing pleasure sent waves of heat coursing through your body, intensifying your arousal. At this point, you couldn't tell whether the fact that rough sex made your cunt leak like a faucet was a pro or a con.

You really couldn't help but snap back, voice loaded with a defiant edge. "You really like the sound of your own voice, huh, 'Your Highness'?" you quipped harshly, rolling your eyes knowing he would be unable to see, as you were swept up by the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked against the table.

Undeterred by your attempt at disrespect, Bakugou leaned forward over your bare back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. The warrior king's voice dripped with amusement as he addressed your lack of fear. "You're really not scared of me, are ya?" the blond chuckled sharply, the feeling of his hot breath against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Give it time," he sneered, his grip on your erect nipples tightening as he pinched and pulled. With a choked moan, your body arched instinctively in response, a symphony of conflicting sensations flooding your body.

Your black curls bounced with each punishing thrust, your body pressed against the dull edge of the table, the hard surface digging into your hips with a force that promised to leave bruised reminders of your afternoon in the days to come. The brutal intensity behind Bakugou's movements overwhelmed you, leaving you breathless and at his mercy.

Just when you thought you had found a rhythm, just when you though you were getting close to finally cumming- the royal bastard abruptly withdrew, his cock's sizeable head dragging along the walls of your dripping passage. A soft indignant gasp escaped your lips as the sudden emptiness left you yearning for release. Inner walls involuntarily clenched in a futile attempt to hold onto the fleeting pleasure, not that you would ever admit it out loud.

He took a moment to enjoy your needy frustration before thrusting back inside with renewed intensity. Each powerful movement caused your body to arch and quiver in response, teetering on the razor's edge between ecstasy and torment. Despite the lingering defiance in your heart, your cunt betrayed you, subconsciously craving the pleasure that Bakugou pounded into you. The aching bite at the junction of your neck felt hot, as your nipples squeezed between his vice-like fingers.

Your walls eagerly embraced the renewed pounding, tightening around him in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure he provided. The overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure sent shockwaves through your body, sparking sensations that threatened to consume entirely. As the table creaked under the combined weight, your gasps and moans filled the air, merging with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and groaning wood. The intensity of the king's pace, each thrust pushing you closer to cumming around the thick cock slamming in and out of your needy hole.

As your body neared the peak of pleasure, King Bakugou enjoyed the control he had over you, keeping that orgasm just out of reach. Each time you felt the pleasure building within you reach that breaking point, he would cruelly withdraw, denying you much needed relief. The frustration reached a boiling point,as your walls involuntarily clenched desperately around the thick ridge of his cockhead in a feeble attempt to keep it inside.

"Stop fucking teasing me!" you shot over your shoulder in irritation. The pleasure that coursed through your veins was distracting, clouding your mind and amplifying your need to cum. The denial of your orgasm left you on the edge in what felt like a perpetual state of yearning, body aching for the release that the feral blond held in his cruel grasp.

As King Bakugou repositioned himself, angling his thrusts to target your most sensitive spots, and the pleasurable torment of denial continued. The conflicting sensations pushed you further towards either heaven or hell. With how your legs trembled with both the overstimulation of your poor pussy's stretched walls and the unbearable need to cum, you weren't sure which you were closer to.

"Ha? Think ya forgot who serves who here," bloody eyes narrowing as he sneered, his arrogant tone held an unrestrained hunger. A wicked grin tugged at the corners of his lips as he drank in your frustration. He took great sadistic pleasure in this game. Knowing that, despite your protests, he had the power to bring you to the edge of cumming and keep. You. Trapped. There.

As the twisted dance between pleasure and denial continued, your body reacted eagerly to every movement, cunt walls fluttering near constantly in desperate need of fulfillment. Each time King Bakugou withdrew, your inner muscles clenched around the massive disappearing tip, another futile attempt to hold onto the pleasure that slipped through your grasp.

Wet, squelching sounds filled the air as he pounded back into your gushing pussy. The table beneath you was sticky with your juices, and his blood red gaze spotted a string of viscous slick suspended mid-air between the edge of the table and the packed dirt floor below.

With each turn of Bakugou's cruel cycle, a symphony of profanity spilled from your parted lips. Your body shook with the weight of unfulfilled lust, aching for the relief that seemed cruelly just out of reach. The rise and fall of your emotions danced in harmony with the motion of their bodies, humiliating frustration fueling your foul mouthed whimpers.

"'N fact," Bakugou laughed, gruff voice filled with sadistic glee, "I think that tongue o' yours has earned ya a punishment."

The barbarian's fingers curled around your quartz horns, his grip possessive and firm. As his grip tightened, you barely felt the dull ache spreading from the base of your horns through the haze of pleasure and overstimulation. The strain on your neck was evident, your head tilted back to reveal the garnet red bite print marring your exposed skin.

With a deliberate slowness, King Bakugou pulled back on your crystalline horns, his hold firmly guiding you until your upper body was no longer supported by the table's wooden surface. Weakened by the cruel cycle of ecstasy and denial imposed on you, your legs trembled with the effort to remain upright. The shift in position caused a head rush as you fought to remain standing upright. Turns out, you wouldn't need to fight that battle for long.

Using your horns as a guide, Bakugou yanked you down to kneel before him. Obediently following his command, your weakened knees sunk against the hard packed dirt beneath you. The shift in posture brought about a new level of submission, body now positioned at his feet, ready to fulfill the king's desires.

Bakugou's massive member hung heavy above you, his imposing figure towering over as he peered down with cruel superiority. "Ever get your mouth washed out with soap?" he sneered, a wicked grin stretching across his face.

With a snarky retort already forming on the tip of your tongue, you opened your mouth to deliver a biting response. However, in that moment of distraction, the massive cock head shoved past your lips, the sudden intrusion catching you off-guard. A muffled gag sound escaped your throat, eyes widening in surprise as King Bakugou claimed your mouth with little mercy. Musk filled your senses, the unexpected violation left you momentarily stunned. Your eyes watered as you struggled to accommodate his size, jaw stretched to its limits while King Bakugou hissed in pleasure at the feel of your hot tongue against his dick.

A gasp of surprise escaped your lips, muffled by Bakugou's large cock as he took advantage of the opening you unwittingly provided and began to thrust. The rough motion caused your tongue to press against the underside of the massive member, tasting both of you. The initial shock gave way to a mix of conflicting sensations - humiliation, arousal, and a begrudging surrender.

Your throat constricted around the tip of his dick as you fought against your body's instinctive gag reflex. The taste of your combined arousal filled your mouth, the combination of his precum and your own slick coating your tongue with every thrust. With each attempt, guided by the iron grip he held on your crystalline horns, you managed to swallow a little more of his length, throat stretching in an attempt to accommodate his girth. The barbaric king's control remained unyielding. He roughly guided your movements with an unwavering grip on your horns, forcing the pace at which you took him deeper. The sight of your struggle only made him grip you tighter, setting a faster pace.

You looked good, all fuckdrunk at his feet, submitting to his desires without question.

With each inch you took down your throat, your breathing became increasingly labored. Your eyes flitted upwards as much as possible, trying to meet his gaze as you continued to obey his every command. Teary eyes pleaded for mercy, yearning for the release that was just out of reach, as you continued to let King Bakugou's thrust into your throat. Bakugou locked gazes with you. It wasn't that he ignored your pitiful puppy eyes, all watery and unfocused, but it didn't certainly have the outcome you were begging for. His pace sped up, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he approached his climax.

Your eyes narrowed in confusion and as you felt a new ridge near the base of his cock begin to swell. It took you by surprise, lips forced to start to form an O-shape as you struggled to comprehend what was happening. You mumbled uselessly around the resulting barrier, only managing to press your tongue harder against the enlarged gland.

"Never seen an alpha before?" King Bakugou asked incredulously, the tone of his voice heavy with pompous amusement. "Ya really are a fuckin' freak, this'll be fun" he added, sadistically excited for the surprise in store for you.

The swelling knot created a tight seal against your teeth, effectively trapping your tongue in a frenzy of desperate, frantic movements. As his lust hit a peak, Bakugou looked down at you with dark satisfaction, the intensity of his gaze piercing into your very being. His words cut through the pounding of blood in your ears, his mean grin widening.

"Y're gonna want to breathe through your nose when ya can," he instructed as his hips started to stutter, cruel grin never faltering. "For the next ten minutes at least." He took great joy in the power he held over you, knowing full well the challenge he was about to present. His groans of pleasure were the only warning of his orgasm that you got besides the pulse of his knot, before waves of warm cum were cascading down your throat. You fought against the rising panic, you just needed to relax you told yourself. The taste of his seed flooded the back of your throat, your lips stretched around his swollen knot, as you braced yourself to endure the minutes to come.

Your breathing grew ragged as you tried to comply with the barbaric king's instruction, the pressure of his spurts down your throat sending your body into a state of sensory overload. Each surge of his cum filled the back of your mouth, forcing you to swallow to make room for more, so you wouldn't be overwhelmed. Nose pressed against the coarse, orange wires of his pubic hair, your breaths coming in short gasps as you struggled to find enough air.

Your sore throat bobbed with each gulp, lips sealed tightly around Bakugou's pulsing knot. You followed his instructions, taking quick breaths through flared nostrils whenever his spurts allowed a moment of respite. As you continued to swallow the seemingly never-ending load, your eyes watered and throat contracted around the royal's throbbing cock. Bakugou ran his thumb over your neck, tracing over the ridge his twitching cockhead made in your throat, causing you to choke and sputter, your reflexive gag wrapped around his dick.

The primal sounds of you gagging and swallowing seemed to fuel Bakugou, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he reveled in your struggle to regain control of your reflexes. He found the cruel game fun, knowing that you had to drink every single drop or be overwhelmed by the seed that filled your mouth. As the barbaric king rolled his hips, his cock milked one last time by your tight walls, the deflating knot slipped past your teeth with a squelching pop. You felt each inch slowly withdraw from your pained throat, eliciting a mix of both relief and a weird sense of emptiness. Your jaw ached from the strain, throat raw and bruised from the rough treatment. Cum dripped from your swollen lips, a shiny string dripping towards the ground between your knees.

You leaned back against the leg of the heavy table, body boneless and weak from the intense sex. Your chest heaved with each ragged breath, senses still reeling from the experience. The taste of his cum still lingered in your mouth, a reminder of of just how well you had performed your role.

His cruel grin twisted with satisfaction as he held your weak chin with his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your glassy gaze to meet his blood red eyes. The arrogance in his voice was evident as he spoke, his words laced with a mocking tone.

"You did well, little whore," King Bakugou taunted, "Maybe you'll last longer than the others." His words cut through you like a knife, a reminder of your place and his complete control over the situation.

And it only got worse.

Your stomach churned, the fullness from consuming the sheer volume of cum you did, mixed with the exhaustion and strain on your body. It was rapidly becoming too much to bear. The taste of his bitter seed lingered in your mouth, adding to the increasing waves of nausea that welled up. With shaky legs, you bolted towards the clean bucket next to the table, a hand clamped over your mouth. Face contorted in anguish as you reached it just in time, hunching over and emptying the viscous contents of your stomach into the wood container, a curtain of dark curls obscuring the action.

Wave after wave of white, thick cum splashed into the bucket. Your throat burned even more from the forceful expulsion, tears streaming down your face as you tried to catch your breath between stomach spasms and hiccups.

Meanwhile, Bakugou simply rolled his crimson eyes in annoyance. He watched with a scowl as you succumbed to the ill effects of being orally knotted for first time, his own sense of satisfaction completely unaffected. The king redressed himself in his leather breeches, his muscular chest displayed proudly. He made no move to help or console you, instead commenting with a disdainful tone

"Y're gonna have to get better at that," he sneered, his dissatisfaction with the newest addition to his collection clear as day. Without a backward glance, he exited the tent, leaving you seething with roiling resentment.

As you continued to glare daggers at his retreating back over the rim of the bucket, an unbreakable determination burned in your eyes. The interaction had further solidified your disdain for the barbarian king. One way or another, you swore to yourself, you were going to find a way to make that man miserable.

Bakugou made his way through the field, his strides thudding quickly across the field. His blood red eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the lush greenery and wind rustling through the grass and leaves. In the distance, he spotted Captain Kirishima, his towering figure standing tall on a hill overlooking the lake.

The captain of the king's guard, tall and muscular, wore his signature dark grey uniform adorned with a crimson cloak denoting his station. His mane of long, vibrant red hair cascaded down his back, and his curved ruby horns glinted in the late afternoon light. Nearing a staggering seven feet, Kirishima towered over most humans and dragons alike. With a languid stretch of his wings and tail, he looked every bit the formidable dragon he was. Even though his stature was imposing- off the battlefield, there was a softness to his facial features, a warmth in his scarlet eyes that contradicted his formidable appearance.

Stretching his wings and tail with a contented yawn, Kirishima paused mid-spread as he noticed his long time friend approaching. His scarlet eyes widened in alarmed confusion as he caught sight of the split upper lip on the king's face.

"What happened to your lip?" Kirishima asked baffled, his tail and wings still unintentionally frozen extended as he waited.

Bakugou's grin widened, his blood-red eyes shining with a mischievous glint. He licked his split upper lip, savoring the sting that still lingered from your bold and unexpected slap. The memory of the defiance brought a twisted satisfaction to the king.

"Hah! The village's 'peace offering' turned out fiesty" he responded, a hint of admiration laced within his tone. The fact that you had the audacity to strike him, the mighty Murder King Bakugou, had caught the barbarian off guard at the time, but it definitely made you more interesting.

Kirishima's eyebrows furrowed in surprise, his tail flicking. "They attacked you?" he asked taken aback, “Are they still breathing?” The captain knew that the barbaric ruler was not one to tolerate defiance easily, let alone physical attempts to challenge his authority. Kirishima's mind flooded with questions, but he kept them to himself as he awaited further explanation from his commanding king.

Bakugou's smug grin widened even further, his blood red eyes sparkling with perverse delight. "Oh, they're alive," he responded, his voice dripping with a sadistic satisfaction, "Just paying for their little outburst, that's all."

The words hung in the air, the implication clear. The king's tone hinted at the punishment the new consort was enduring in the privacy of the tent.

Although he hadn't yet met the new concubine, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy towards them. Having grown up with the royal, he knew firsthand the levels of wrath Bakugou could reach. Despite these conflicting emotions, Kirishima's primary concern was ensuring the well-being of those in the king's care, even if it meant treading carefully in the sea of Bakugou's own volatile temper. It often fell to the loyal captain to keep the king from committing actions he would regret later. Well, less regret and more inconvenience him.

"'n fact, you're on babysitting duty while I deal with the village," Bakugou said, the murderous glint in his bloody eyes betraying his enjoyment of the situation. The king's command echoed in Kirishima's ears, causing his ruby scaled tail to stiffen and his broad shoulders to tense.

Kirishima let out a silent exhale, disappointment etched across his face as he processed the news. In truth, he had hoped that Bakugou would choose to spare the villagers and seek a peaceful resolution instead of resorting to violence. The captain believed that the actions of a few rebels should not warrant bloodshed on such a scale. After all, the villagers had made multiple peace offerings to appease the barbaric king, it felt like a breach of honor for Bakugou to now go back on that agreement.

However, Kirishima knew better than to openly challenge his friend's authority. He respected the position Bakugou held and understood the consequences of rebellion. Biting his tongue, Kirishima buried his disappointment and gave a casual bow to his commanding ruler, before making his way towards the tent on the hilltop.

Kirishima stepped into the large tent, his unfurled wings brushing against the side as he entered. His wings, magnificent and majestic, spanned wide, their vibrant ruby scales shimmering under the soft glow of the tent's filtered light. The ruby scales continued down the length of his long, sinuous tail, adding a touch of elegance to his formidable presence.

As his fiery ruby eyes landed on you, Kirishima's first thought was one of surprise. The person who had struck King Bakugou looked a lot less imposing than he had anticipated. You, unlike the powerful and intimidating dragons Kirishima was used to, stood before him at a mere average human stature. If that. The only discernible dragon feature you possessed were the crystal dragon horns that adorned your head, gleaming subtly in the low lit tent. His scaled tail swayed slightly, displaying a mix of curiosity and caution.

Your eyes widened as they met Kirishima's for the first time, and your body tensed instinctively. You had been thoroughly exhausted, both physically and emotionally, by your round with Bakugou. Your throat was raw and voice gone, leaving you unable to deliver the defiant expletives you desperately wanted to snarl at the imposing dragon that had just entered the tent. But your voice failed you, leaving you with only one avenue of expression.

With a fierce hiss, you expelled every ounce of ferocity you had left buried within. Your body tensed, lips curling back in a display of bare teeth. The hiss reverberated within the confines of the tent, a desperate attempt to communicate defiance to Kirishima, to convey that you would not be dominated or humiliated any further today.

The captain took a step back, scarlet eyes swept over your form, they couldn't help but notice the torn remnants of your bodice on the floor and the ripped dress clinging to your body. The rips and tears spoke volumes of the intense encounter you had undergone at the hands of King Bakugou. His gaze then landed on the mark that marred the delicate skin of your neck—an unmistakable claim.

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mind reeling with the implications.

As a dragon, Kirishima understood the significance of such a bite - it bound two souls together, sealing their connection as life partners in a way that couldn't be severed. When done correctly.

Marking a consort with a claim without fully mating them was not unheard of, but it was generally met with extreme judgment. Claims in terms of mating were typically reserved for life partners, a commitment that extended beyond physical desire. Nobles, known for their fickle nature and ever-shifting loyalties, often chose to mark their consorts with more temporary symbols, such as collars.

The ornate collars allowed the royals to easily discard their concubines when they grew bored. The nobility were notorious for their fickleness and often left their consorts behind as they moved on to fresh pursuits. By marking a consort with a bite with no intention of making you an equal, Bakugou had not only defied what little merciful convention held by the upper class but also inflicted a cruel fate upon you in Kirishima's eyes. The mark would make it near impossible for you to find a true mate, forever branded as the king's property.

Kirishima couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment towards his lifelong friend. While he knew the barbarian ruler's tendencies on the battlefield, he hadn't thought Bakugou would exhibit such cruelty towards a consort, knowing you would likely be discarded at some point. Kirishima's own sense of honor and loyalty clashed with the conflicting emotions he felt, itching at the back of his mind as he observed the vulnerable state you found yourself in.

The captain's gaze lingered on your throat, noticing the subtle signs of strain and discomfort. The realization for the hissing aggression struck Kirishima like a bolt of lightning. You had lost your voice, and it wasn't due to natural causes or illness. No, it became clear to him that it was likely a result of your first tryst with King Bakugou, an experience that he could only imagine had been rough and brutal, throat rubbed raw from the repetitive acts demanded of you.

Feeling a surge of empathy, Captain Kirishima decided to ease the intimidating aura he unintentionally projected. He understood that his imposing stature must be overwhelming to you, given the turn of events. He folded his wings against his back, their vibrant red membranes pressed tightly together, confining their expansive span. The act served to minimize his physical presence, making him appear less threatening. He slouched slightly, adopting a more relaxed stance, and kept his hands visible, showing that he meant no harm. It was a deliberate display of non-aggression, aimed at putting you at ease, or at least as much at ease as one could be in such circumstances.

The red dragon's eyes softened as he noticed the weary look on your face. He could see the exhaustion etched into every line, body still trembling from the recent ordeals you had endured. Determined to offer some solace in this tumultuous situation, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

With slow deliberate steps, Kirishima moved away from you and towards a pile of chests near the entrance of the war tent. These chests contained spoils from the village, items meant to appease the king after their attack on his soldiers. Kirishima knew that among them, there was a chest filled with garments. Opening one of the chests, he carefully sifted through the contents until he found a fine yet simple dress that roughly matched your size.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Kirishima's lips as he gently tossed the dress onto the table, positioning it between the tow of you. Its delicate fabric fluttering in the air before settling down over the wood. It was a small gesture, but meant to convey that he harbored no ill intentions.

It was a silent message that you deserved respect and dignity, even in this tumultuous situation.

Sensing that you needed some space to collect yourself and change, Kirishima took a much smaller chest from the pile. He left the tent, giving you room to breathe and reckon with the pent-up emotions that surely swirled like storm clouds.

As the cool mountain breeze blew through his hair, Kirishima found a suitable spot a few paces from the tent, overlooking the serene lake in the warm hues of late afternoon light. With deftness and precision, he constructed a small firepit, arranging the rocks in a circle. As the dragon exhaled softly, a gentle stream of fire escaped his lips, the light glinting off his curved ruby horns. The flickering flames danced and crackled, casting a comforting glow over the hilltop.

As the captain patiently waited for the water to heat, he glanced back towards the war tent, briefly catching sparkle of your horns through the opening. His heart went out to you. Though he understood the gravity of Bakugou's actions, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of responsibility in making sure you felt as comfortable as possible, despite the circumstances.

Just as the water in the kettle neared boiling, Kirishima activated his innate talent. His hands hardened, gaining an impressive durability that allowed him to handle the intense heat without harm. With a swift motion, he reached for the kettle, hands possessing the resilience of a dragon's scales. His grip was confident and steady as he effortlessly removed the kettle from the fire, preventing the water from boiling. He gently tossed the healing tea leaves into the kettle, watching as they swirled and danced in the near-boiling water. The soothing aroma of the tea began to waft through the air, carrying with it hints of delicate flowers and calming herbs.

With a careful hand, Kirishima reached into the tea chest, procuring a magnificent stained glass teacup that shimmered in hues of red and amber. Draconic stained glass was a rarity, prized for its strength and ethereal beauty. The light of the late sun cascaded through the vibrant colors, casting an enchanting glow on his hands.

Unwrapping the glass bottles, the captain uncorked the crystallized honey and yuzu peel. He slowly poured a generous amount of honey into the teacup, its golden texture illuminated by the sunlight. Next, he added a pinch of the fragrant dried yuzu peel, allowing its subtly sweet and citrusy scent to infuse the air. These ingredients held healing properties, meant to soothe and restore vitality to worn souls. The captain took extra care, ensuring that the precise balance of ingredients was met, creating a concoction that he hoped would bring some measure of comfort to your weary spirit.

With a quiet exhale, Kirishima patiently awaited the completion of the tea's steeping process. He hoped that the healing properties of the tea, combined with the warmth and tranquility of their surroundings, would provide a much-needed respite for your body and mind. In this moment of quiet reflection, he couldn't help but hope that this small act of kindness would bring some solace amidst the chaos that was now your new life in royal confines.

As the tantalizing fragrance of the healing tea filled the air, it didn't take long for you to emerge from the confines of the tent, eyes cautiously studying Kirishima's every move. Clad in the simple yet elegant dress he had provided you, features betraying a mix of cautious curiosity, before you fully exited the tent.

Scarlet eyes met yours as he poured the infused brew into the stained-glass teacup, the colors of the evening sun casting a mesmerizing glow through its amber and red hues. With a delicate touch, he extended the teacup towards you, his gentle gesture offering a sense of peace and comfort amongst the chaos.

Your gaze flickered between the beautiful teacup in Kirishima's hands and his eyes, wariness slowly giving way to a glimmer of trust. You lowered yourself onto the cushion placed by the fire, its warmth seeping through the fabric and into your tired body. Settling in, you positioned yourself to face the serene vista of the lake, where the calm waters mirrored the vibrant shades of the setting sun.

Kirishima, mindful of your nervous vigilance, kept his movements steady and reassuring. His hand extended further, confidently offering you the teacup of healing brew. The crimson colored light filtering through the stained glass seemed to dance and flicker as if carrying with it a promise of respite.

A soft smile tugged at Kirishima's lips as he spoke, his voice gentle yet filled with earnest sincerity. "Can we start over? I'm Captain Kirishima." In that simple statement, he hoped to convey that he was not just a guard but someone who, at their heart, genuinely cared. Someone who would listen and support you, should you choose to share your burdens.

He waited patiently, the teacup held delicately between the two of you, awaiting your response. In this moment, amidst the tranquil beauty of the lake and the tender offering of healing tea, he hoped that they could find a glimmer of solace and a fresh beginning.

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loveisloveisacomplicatedgirl · 2 months ago

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kiri being able to turn into a full-on dragon but still being afraid of monsters is forever hilariously adorable to me

#fantasy series yuzuya #kiribaku x listener #adventures in ambermore #yuzuya #syrinide #fantasy series #dragon kirishima #kirishima eijiro #mha fantasy au #youtube series #mha asmr #mha podfic

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ruerecs · 4 months ago

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series*

#yuzuya #yuzuya fantasy series #fantasy series #kiribaku #eijiro kirishima #eijiro kirishima x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #x reader #kiribaku x reader

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sketchfanda · 7 months ago

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Kirishima’s Mystique:Ninjas and Heroes!

Long before the dawn of quirks, the taimanin secretly kept people safe from the shadows to protect them from unimaginable horrors but after quirks came to be, they found themselves without the need to hide thus becoming vigilantes and then professional heroes using the taimanin name as a private international hero organization, one that didn't answer to the HPSC. However, they were a select group who took dangerous black op missions ranging from fighting terror cells to assassinating would be dictators, it was messy and risky business but it was booming. Fun fact, Edwin Black in this timeline was killed by AFO alongside his orc army all because AFO saw him as disgusting, which says something (apparently he had done similar disposing of scientists who had perverted ideas regarding the Nomu), but also because he didn't want a rival for the title of the Master of Evil, who knew the faceless dirtbag had standards? Now in regards to the taimanin themselves of course, in the current age they also have another personal task they oversaw with dedication and focus.

That consisted going undercover throughout public society with the aim of seeking out new members to add quirks to their roster numbers and repertoire often via recruitment or their most preferred method in using their natural charm, feminine wiles and sensual charisma to mate and breed with strong quirk wielders to ensure a generation of gifted kunoichi and shinobi for the future. UA High of course was their latest proving ground to sort through, undergoing undercover infiltration in the guise of visiting students from a different academy but for the Igawa sisters Asagi and Sakura, it was proving to be slim pickings for them and their fellow kunoichi. In terms of both looks and genetics, there was a pick of the litter but circumstances like personality and background were also a key deciding factor. It was an understatement if anything when it came to the black ninja girls tastes to say the very least.

For example Izuku was considered a high priority candidate given his powerful quirk, but was found to be too shy when a member approached him while Bakugou was deemed unworthy due to his temper and the personality that could only be described as a heap of garbage covered in sewage. They got one look at the Todoroki family drama and decided to steer clear of Shouto and then of course there was Mineta...instant rejection as a few described him as a mini orc just from how he as drooling over their uniforms. However, the Igawa felt they’d struck gold if not outright platinum when learning of Kirishima and his reputation as a stud, from the reliable source of his own two girlfriends. It was simply a matter for Asagi and Sakura to approach him through Mina presenting them as a pair of sisters looking for a fun time and let the dominoes fall into their place.

Oh certainly Asagi and Sakura had to say the redhead was quite a looker, a good balance between pretty, cute and handsome yet so humble but gung-ho. Soon as they had him bring them back to his dorm, they began to make their move and they found it rather and adorable how nervous and overwhelmed he seemed at having a pair of hot as fuck stunners flirt with and come onto him. But ooh did their intrigue blend with their growing arousal when they started to strip him, feeling up those firm muscles while slowly overwhelming that himbo brain of his with their ninja girl seduction game. Especially when they found him becoming more assertive as they took turns kissing him before they sliced up with a little dash of incestuous lesbian make out followed by a three way dance of spitswapping tongues.

But oh soon as they go his cock out, to say they were in shock and awe was an understatement, that length and girth pulsing in the silky grasp of their hands as it’s potent musky scent triggered the primal switches in their brain. Further fuelling their desire to have this chivalrous stud mate and breed with them as they commenced with a tandem blowjob, licking and sucking on his cock and balls as the hard-headed himbo felt overwhelmed by their secret kunoichi arts of seduction and arousal. Before they suddenly felt Kirishima firmly grasp their hair in his hands and soon found him pumping his hips like a piston as they found themselves in the receiving end of a ferocious facefucking. Each Igawa sister finding inches of fuckmeat pounding balls deep into their mouths as if giving them an oral preview of what awaited their pussies, making their slits gushing and drench their thighs in sticky warmth, their tastebuds dazzled by the taste of his pre before it got even better when the penetration finally followed.

Sakura:”Aahn!! Asagi-neechan!! He’s so-Aahn ooh god! So big! So deep!! Aahn keep going and fill me with your fucksauce!!” *The blonde haired Igawa sister cried with lusty abandon as Kirishima plowed her in the spread eagle position, her tits bouncing as she gripped the bedsheets for dear life. Asagi hugging the himbo from behind as she kissed and licked his neck and shoulders, hands caressing his muscular torso as she looked on with awe and delight at her sweet little sister in the throes of passion. Her own stunning rack pressed and rubbing against his strong broad back as Kirishima thrust and pumped his cock like a jackhammer. Knowing her turn would be just as good, as soon The chivalrous stud finally came inside Sakura, after all their goal was to ensure Impregnation.”

Asagi:”Aahn please Kirishima-kun!! Just like this, show us what a real man You truly are…”*The elder Igawa sister was not unlike her sweet Sakura in how she was drowning in ecstasy and bliss as she conducted a seated lotus position with Kirishima. Her tits bouncing and rubbing against his firm pecs as their tongues danced together with sloppy desire, bouncing in his lap as she rode his cock. Shuddering as his firm hands grasped and squeezed her well toned yet bubbly, juicy ass as Sakura watched on. Fingering her creampied snatch as she recovered her energy for her next turn while turned on at seeing her sister be such a wanton bitch in heat.*

Every second went into minutes that passed into hours of unrelenting, animalistic passionate rutting that would put pornstars to shame as much as Sakura and Asagi’s bombshell bodies. Kirishima’s room filled with passionate steam caused by the heat of their marathon rutting as the echoes of skin slapping on skin and lusty moans as the Igawa sisters perhaps got a little too into their mission. But then again when they had such angelfaced Adonis himbo like Kirishima being such a stud, now could they not? And love every fuck damn second of it of course.

Asagi certainly thought so as she commenced her latest round with the Red Riot bull, hands clasped together with his as she rode him cowgirl style. Hearts flowing in her eyes as her bubble butt bounced away on his shaft, relishing his attention on the hypnotic jiggling of her first while Sakura laid just behind them, licking away at their joined loins. Her womb pulsing with an endless thirst and hunger for more of his manly seed all to ensure a strong baby for the next generation. If anything Asagi woild be willing to bare a whole army worth of children from this studly gift from the heavens.

A feeling that was certainly mutual with Sakura had her own latest round of mating and breeding with Kirishima as he took her from behind. Plowing her like the bitch in heat that she and her big sister had become, after all as taimanin kunoichi, they were still women with needs and desires of which both were being met. Her own eyes glowing with lust as her sturdy bull had her pressed up against the window of his dorm room, her perky titties rubbing and pressing up against the cool smooth surface. Asagi looking in with pride and admiration at how much her sweet little sister shined and flowed like a woman in the throes of passion, groping herself as she massaged and probed her pussy that overflowed with their breeding bull’s essence.

It was a constant shift and tangle of bodies as the Igawa sisters switched between taking turns with Kirishima one on one before all too naturally opting for 2 on one. Ranging from One sister eating the other out as their sturdy himbo bull uk d them missionary or doggy style, to laying atop one another and making out or eating out their pussies in a 69 as he thrust and pumped away. Of course he was good at plowing them anally or orally and he certainly was no slouch at eating a moan out either but when he was fucking them, oh he was a natural animal. As if their raw desire and intent to want babies from him drew out the wild beast within, calling him to claim them.

It was a major turn-on for Asagi as much as an inspiration, just thinking of how many of her fellow kunoichi in the Taimanin corps could gain so much from the right candidates at UA like Kirishima. His quirk, basic and plain as he considered it personally, would work wonders combined in tandem with the natural gifts of many a taimanin woman. From Murasaki to Yukikaze, the kunoichi of the corps were as breedable as they were deadly, hell Mizuki Shiranui would want a cut of that prime slab of meat. It was a an erotic vision to say the very least.

Speaking of erotic, before the Igawa sisters knew or realised it, Mina and Maya had entered their man’s dorm, lust twinkling in their eyes as they stood naked. No doubt used to walking in on their bull in the midst of rutting as he was currently balls deep in Asagi in the downward dog while he was fingering and making out with Sakura and deciding they’d done enough waiting around for the kunoichi to get addicted to their stud. Thus it now seemed only right to turn uo the sensual volume and spice things up, turning this three way into a 5 way. Which Sakura and Asagi certainly didn’t mind, more the merrier after all.

So once more Kirishima’s dorm became filled with the rhythm of passionate mating as five bodies became a tangle of limbs. Heavy petting, groping and sloppy kisses abound amidst a barrage of 4 girls on their one guy to 3 on one when one of them needed to recover snd regain their energy. To steamy acts of casual lesbian passion and making out as two or one of them enjoyed a little intimacy with their chivalrous bull. His stamina, endurance and staying power of course getting quite the mileage thanks to his little bone trick of channeling 1% of his quirk on his dick, much to their delight of course.

It had gone on for hours to a point that dusk had arrived, the sun setting and bathing their room in its warm orange glow. The party of 5 finally spent into exhaustion as they laid in the sweat and juice stained sheets of Kirishima’s bed, the Igawa sisters and his bubblegum coloured girlfriend duo laying atop his muscular tank of a body as they snuggled against its warmth. Skin glistening with a sheen and their snatches overflowing with his potent white hot seed as their hands idly caressed his torso and their own. Dreaming sweet, kinky dream as they basked in the afterglow of what had been a very fun little sexual marathon as Mina and Maya looked forward to a later round of fun later in the evening or the morning.

Asagi and Sakura likewise had the same thoughts in mind, all the while they dreamt of the children that they no doubt had now conceived from Kirishima. Of the many he could and would no doubt provide to many other kunoichi in the corps, enough to provide a small platoon, hell that unofficial twin he had in class B seemed like a pretty good baby daddy candidate too, they knew they’d strike some gold mining for potential in UA but this was like finding platinum or diamond. Of course they knew they’d need a few more rounds just to be sure they had some buns in the oven. Professional kunoichi had to be thorough after all.

Granted for Asagi that might have been her inner self talking as well, that primal demonic voice within her that urged snd compelled to indulge in her desires. Which even now filled her dreams with ideas about unleashing this hardheaded redressed bull upon her enemies like that traitorous evil bitch Oboro. A small smile on her peaceful sleeping face just thinking of that treacherous sow being fucked snd knocked like a bitch in heat as Kirishima ruined her for other men and turned her into his personal baby factory. Now that to Asagi woild be such cold, sweet revenge……..

To be continued?!

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hotheadedheroprimary · 1 year ago

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I need to be stopped

So, I have already watched what is currently out for the BNHA/MHA anime, and have taken it upon myself to start reading the manga whilst I wait for season 7. I am sure that someone has already picked up on this but... I couldn't resist sharing.

It's probably clear already that I'm a sucker for Kiribaku but seeing this just made me scream.

Like... Kirishima...

My guy...

Could you be any more obvious??

Imagining Midnight being very approving of this.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #kiribaku #mha #my hero academia #kirishima x bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #katsuki bakugo mha #katsuki #bnha eijiro kirishima #shitpost #my hero imagines #this is dumb #probably done before #do i have a problem?#maybe idk #i invest too much time into this series

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im-so-tired-sorry · 2 years ago

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ok so i’m a huge fan of Yuzuya (on yt) and obsessed with the kiribaku x listener audios, whether it be the fantasy series or the whole collection of mini series. and i just have to explain my vision for the wedding series.

so based on the latest wedding series episode, the three main colors for the wedding are red, orange, and black, made to represent kirishima, bakugou, and the listener respectively. so i was thinking for kiribaku, their outfits would be a black suit, their respective color as a button down dress shirt, and the other’s color as a tie or bow tie. and for listener i was thinking their outfit be black with red and orange accents. so if it were a black dress, the accents would be along the bottom of the skirt as a design. or if it were a black suit, the accents would go along the bottom of the blazer/suit jacket. and all their corsages/bouquets that they have on them would be of the other two partners’ colors.

i’m so excited for the next episode to be out !!

#kiribaku x reader #katsuki bakugo #kirishima eijirou #katsuki bakugo x reader #yuzuya #the wedding series #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima imagine #kiribaku x y/n #bakugo headcanons #kirishima headcanon

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qweenexplosionmurder13 · 2 years ago

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My submission for the Yuzuya KRBK series art🥰 took it all the way back to the beginning!

@yuzuyaofficial

#katsuki bakugou x self insert #eijiro kirishima x self insert #poly kiribaku #krbkseries #yuzuya #Yuzuya krbk series #self insert #canon x self insert #aged up #bakugou katsuki #eijiro kirishima

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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pt. 1 “All I Could Ever Want”

pt. 2 “All I Could Ever Have”

pt. 3 “All I Could Ever Need”

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 2 years ago

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Mimic Chapter 37

Training under the Number One can be unexpecting with who you encounter on the battlefield and off.

Words- 8004

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Warnings: Fighting, Training, violence, angst, TW: PTSD, BULLYING, DEATH THREATS

The four of you in uniform stood in front of Endeavor in a training room, you felt the sudden stares from your classmates when you entered in your new uniform which you ignore as you put all your attention to keep your legs stable and your hands clutched to your side trying to hide the remaining twitches of pain.

“I’ll be supervision you all myself,” Endeavor starts his flames bright and intimidating, “But before we start…you three gotta tell me about yourselves. What’re you working on now? Tell me what you wanna achieve.” He says before looking at Midoriya to start.

“I want control over my power…and to have freedom of movement even while at max performance.”

“You’ve got..super strength that wrecks your own body, right?” Endeavor says and Midoriya nods.

“Yes. I discovered a method to manage it without hurting myself. But..I’ve reached the point where..how do I put this? I’ve got like…a secondary power where it manifests in a different form.” He grows more flustered explaining this new quirk from One For All and you and Bakugo watch Midoriya closely.

“Show Me.”

Midoriya nods holding his hand out and a small wisp of black comes from his gloves, “By really focusing, I can juuust manage this much..but that’s all I can handle for now. If I let any more out, I lose control.”

“You said ‘Max Performance’ What’s that mean for this ability?” Endeavor questions him.

“Well, the true form of this one is more like a whip. I wanna turn it from a liability into a real weapon. I think I can apply some concepts from my other new move, air force…oh. I should explain that one. It’s a long-range attack that strikes with air last, but it demands more power…” Midoriya completely enters a rant over-explaining his own quirk to the hero.

“So…you’re hoping to make that tricky balancing act feel like second nature.” Endeavor says after hearing his whole rant.

“HE UNDERSTOOD? HE AIN’T NUMBER ONE FOR NOTHING!” Burnin yells out and even you were surprised. You could handle a Midoriya rant once in a while but you would need him to rephrase it again or explain sections you missed.

“You’ve suffered due to your quirk. So…you’re one of us..” Endeavor says and Midoriya nods but looks confused for a second. Who was us?

“Next up is you.” Endeavor moves over to Bakugo.

“Unlike him, I came here to figure out what I can’t do.” Bakugo says and Burnin let’s out a loud laugh.

“Ooh! Big talk little man!” “SHOVE IT WHY’RE YOU EVEN HERE?!” “I’m on standby.”

“I’m serious dammit. My explosion can pull off anything I want it to! I’ve only got that one quirk, but it’s totally the strongest. But then I learned that a strong quirk’s not enough to make me the strongest guy around. To surpass Number One I came to find out what I’m missing.” Bakugo says and you can’t help thinking back to your fight, to the student training, to even Kamino. He was constantly fighting to be the strongest but he was shown quite how out of league he was to others.

Endeavor nods before his gaze drift to you, “Shimura.” You look at him it’s silent between the two of you and you could feel your classmates' gaze watching the two of you. They knew your quirk was powerful some knowing more about what your power was, but you fought alongside Endeavor and many Pro Heroes, and many villains that were a challenge to even Pro Heroes. So there was nothing more you could improve in power. All For One wasn’t wrong you could probably level half of Japan if you put your mind to it.

“I’m only here 'cause you asked me here Number One.” Your voice is clear and calm as your hands as still in fists by your sides. You knew pretty well the information on Endeavor, more focused on becoming Number One to worry about his family. Endeavor looks down at you, he knew some things about you too, pulling up your file from the Hero Commission orphaned as a child bouncing around foster homes before emancipating yourself and taking care of yourself until you joined U.A. and the incidents with the League and All For One began. However, your information regarding your childhood, your quirk, and any further events you’ve been involved in were unavailable to view even with his status your information was hidden from him. The League was after you, All For One took you and Bakugo for a reason, and you had a Nomu after you to finish you off. So what was so important about you?

Endeavor spins around done with your short conversation, “Let’s get to it..”

“Ahem…and me?” Todoroki brings up.

“You’re here to master flashfire, Shoto!” Endeavor spins around he already knew everything about his son.

“All the quirk training you beat into me as a kid…I’ve put it into practice with my right side. Thinking back, it’s no wonder since I couldn’t escape my own hatred of you. Then I got into U.A. Competing alongside these three…and everyone else really opened my eyes,” Todoroki explains gesturing towards you three before looking back at his father, “Endeavor…in the end…I’m gonna do exactly what you always wanted. But please understand…the man I admire..is the one mom and I watched on the TV back then. As a fledgling Hero…in order to become a man worthy of the title I came here of my own free will! You’re a rotten Number One. You were just in the right place at the right time that’s. Sorry, this isn't going the way you want it to, Number One. So let’s stop the Father-son crap in front of my friends.” It was silent with Todoroki’s speech as father and son stare at each other before Endeavor breaks eye contact turning around.

“Right..I’ll be evaluating you four as heroes. Rescue. Evacuation. Battle.” He says as you all follow after him leaving the agency and hitting the streets, “people come to heroes for those three basic things. Normally when a hero sets up an agency..they decide whether to emphasize rescue or battle. One or the other. My agency isn’t picky. We tackle all three. You gotta know your home turf like the back of your hand so that you pick up on the smallest disturbance. You gotta get to the scene faster than anyone. Keep damage to a minimum…and if civilians get close, blast some heat to make ‘em back off.” You follow him through the streets the idea of your work-study begins causing your body to hum with excitement.

“That’s your starting point. Keep all that in mind while acting at top speed. And make those processes your M.O. Think about what you’re building up as you go. At U.A…it’s effort. And here…it’s experience. You need a mountain’s worth…so your job here is to conquer that experience barrier. This winter, show me that you can just once, beat a villain faster than me!”

The cool air blows through your hair as you barely keep up with the Number One. You definitely had a quirk that could make you faster but he knew exactly how to use his quirk and the situation that he was a glimpse of before he disappeared. You were all chasing after a hit and runner on a bike when a wave of flames causes him to lose control and Endeavor apprehends him right as you all reach them.

“One step too slow, boys.” He says and you frown.

“Only cuz it takes me extra time to fire up the gears in winter.” Bakugo groans a puff of air escaping his mouth.

Watching Endeavor as he speaks to his sidekick before it was almost like he could feel your stare and glances at you and you look away.

“L/n..how you fairing up?” Midoriya says and you shrug looking at Bakugo and Todoroki arguing.

“As good as any of them can be…I just thought with my quirk I could be at his level but I’m nowhere near him.” You say, was everything All For One saying just to boost your ego so you crash and burn? There was no way he would give you a powerful quirk to have it not stand against the Number One.

“You just need time and training that’s all. Endeavor is Number One after all he has more experience than any of us.” Midoriya says and you nod looking back at the hero the bright flames surrounding him…protecting him. Strong quirk but take it away and what does he have left? Imagine having that quirk…not just a cheap copy but the raw for- What the hell!? You look away from Endeavor trying to calm your suddenly beating heart, why would you ever think that? You would never dare take his quirk..but why did the idea that you could just walk over and claim it so inciting. Endeavor boosts back up into the air and you all rush after him, Todoroki on the ground with the four of you up in the air after him.

“Hawks picked up some of my slack in Kyushu, but generally, a hero has to be someone who can get any job done alone. And if you’re wondering, I did notice that glass villain had his own flunkies earlier.” Endeavor yells out and Bakugo growls using his explosion to boost himself forward almost beside the Pro.

“YER SO PETTY!”

You all were close but again Endeavor was there before you all stopped a truck from hitting pedestrians, “This ain’t school. They're more than grades at stake if you’re too slow. We’re talking lives! Shoto. Bakugo. I’m giving you two the same assignment.”

“Why’m I always paired up with him…?” “Is it connected to mastering flashfire?”

“Build up and release. Condense your power.” Endeavor says blasting off into the air, “Unleash max output for just a second. Or focus your power. First, pick one or the other. And drill over and over until you don’t need to think about it.”

“Kacchan! That’s the same concept as your armor-piercing shot!” Midoriya says and Bakugo glares stepping back and holding his hand out.

“How d’you even know that? I’m gonna get a restraining order!”

The five of you were on rooftops watching over part of the city while eating lunch. You were between Bakugo and Midoriya you were sitting right along the edge your feet dangling out in the air. Bakugo was crouched down as well but more towards the wall.

“You’re part way there with both tasks, Shoto. First, work on focusing your fire, since you can already control the shape of your ice. It’s the same idea. Deku. You can max your output for a second…” Endeavor says taking a bit out of his food and Midoriya nods. “How about doing it subconsciously?”

“Erm..with full cowling...yeah, I can. But with Air Force, I still need to focus…”

“Then work on your Air Force or whatever until it becomes second nature. Forget about the secondary ability for now.” Endeavor says turning his back to you all walking over towards the edge and looking down on the street.

“But..what about the parallel processes..?”

“Everyone out there does it every day. Even subconsciously. See that guy driving down there? The one yawning? Do you think he woke up one day knowing how to drive? There’s the steering wheel, the accelerator, the brakes..checking behind, ahead, and so on. He practiced all, that one thing at a time until he didn’t have to think about it anymore. First, figure out how to handle two processes at once subconsciously. Once you’ve got that down throw in another thing. No matter how strong your power is…the foundations gotta be built on steady diligence. There’re expectations for that rule, but everyone else…we gotta build up to it slowly. At least, that’s the only way I know how. Practicing over and over out here in the field is gonna give you a totally different experience from what you get in school.” Endeavor says looking back at you guys, “You’ve learned a lot in the classroom. But here at my side, in the ultimate training environment…is where those lessons will really sink in.” The four of you were silent taking in his words.

“Huh? Relax. And it’s okay to mess up. Succeed or fail, it ain’t like you four…could have even the slightest impact on my work!”

Training at Endeavor’s Agency had been an interesting time there with all accommodations provided for you, you lived, breathed, eat, and sleep there. Whether you would be out with Endeavor on patrols slowly closing the gap of beating him in capturing a villain training with your classmates or the Flaming Sidekickers. It was never a dull day for hero work.

“G’MORNING! HOW’S IT GOING?!?!” Burnin yells in the very early hours already full of energy.

“It’s the crack of dawn! Keep it down!” Bakugo groans. “Good morning Burnin!” Midoriya greets the hero as you walk in behind them rubbing the sleep from your eyes and fixing your hair.

“WELL…HAVE YA BEATEN A BADDIE FASTER THAN ENDEAVOR YET?! OOPS! SORRRRY! I’M KINDA BLUNT HUH?! SURE SURE… I KNOW IT AIN’T GONNA BE THAT EASY!” Burnin says while stretching.

“We came close yesterday. You should remember what that sensation felt like.” Todoroki says entering after you all, “Today’s the day we surpass Endeavor! Oh. Good morning Burnin.”

“I WAS THE ONE WHO GOT CLOSE, YOU IDIOT! YOU’RE STILL SO CRAZY SLOW! THAT’S WHY I COME OUT ON TOP!” “I’m not used to concentrating my fire on a focal point yet.” “Guys you’re so loud this morning.” “But I feel like we are making progress little by little.” All four of you speak over each other and Burnin watches you all. The exhaustion covers you all and the fighting that has happened is shown on your uniforms and your skin is covered in scratches and marks. But in each of your eyes showed determination.

“FOCUS! KEEP AT IT UNTIL…YOU CAN DO THIS STUFF IN YOUR SLEEP!” Endeavor yells quickly taking down the thief, “BY THE TIME YOU DECIDE TO ACT, YOUR BODY SHOULD ALREADY BE FINISHED WITH YOUR MOVE!”

“You’d think he’d get sick of showing off by now!” Bakugo yells as you all catch up with Endeavor just out of reach.

“Every time we get close, He blasts off again!” Midoriya says as you watch Endeavor return the briefcase and the police arrest the thief.

“LET’S GO!” Endeavor yells his flames extra strong today.

“YES SIR!”

The five of you were returning back to the agency apparently Endeavor had somewhere you all needed to go to says it was important for your training.

“I wonder what this place is going to be!” Midoriya says excitement covers his feature and you smile at his giddiness.

“I can’t wait to kick whoever’s asses are there!” Bakugo says slamming his fist together and letting out an explosion. As you see the agency come into view your shoulder slams into someone passing by.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was-” You apologize why turning around but you don’t get to finish your sentence when a drink is thrown into your face.

“HEY!” “Y/N!” Your classmates yell out seeing you get attacked Endeavor who was walking in front turns hearing the commotion. Swiping the drink away from your face, your hair and uniform were covered in it and the cold weather did not help. Looking up you’re surprised to see your old classmates in front of you being held back by Bakugo and Todoroki as they yell insults at you.

“You’re a psycho bitch L/N! You hear me! You ruined all their chances of becoming heroes during the exams!” One of them yells out struggling in Todoroki’s grasp. But the one in Bakugo’s is going mental fighting with all her might to break free and Midoriya needed to join in holding her back.

“We always knew you were some freak but you’re fucking insane! You should’ve died alongside your family!” She screams out and regular people around you all start watching and pulling out their phones to record this stuff.

“ALRIGHT, THAT’S ENOUGH!” Endeavor yells out as sidekicks right outside the Agency come towards your aid trying to push through the crowd. You have no idea what was in that drink but with the stickiness of it, you are sure it wasn’t tampered with to harm you.

“Y/N!” Midoriya yells out right as a body slams into you and the two of you crash onto the floor wincing in pain as the side of your head hits the concrete everything ringing. You quickly take in your worse classmate remembering all the torture you experience under her hand. Even as you were waiting to leave for U.A. she did everything in her power to make your life miserable until you finally left. Her hand is fierce in your hair pulling on the white locks the other clawing at your face as you try to defend yourself while your ears ring and your head throb in pain.

“YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ALL OF US 'CAUSE YOU GOT SOME FANCY QUIRK!” She screams in your face and Endeavor pulls her back and you push yourself with your elbows pressing your hand against your head and pulling back seeing red. “REMEMBER WHAT YOU ARE Y/N L/N! YOU’LL ALWAYS BE SOME QUIRKLESS FREAK! YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT THAT POWER!”

The heroes quickly pull the three girls away while others get the citizens to back off. Your gaze was still focused on them still yelling out frozen to the ground your bloody hand pressed against your head. Your gaze is glued onto the ground when Midoriya comes over helping you up as Bakugo and Todoroki create a barrier around you and Endeavor quickly clears a path until you were inside. One of the medics comes to your side making you sit in one of the chairs right inside the Agency and tending to your cut.

“It’s a small cut but I’m just gonna need to run a quick test to make sure you don’t have a concussion.” She explains her voice calming as she runs through a short series of tests but everything comes out and she pulls out butterfly bandages and treats the wound wiping away the blood and the drink off of your face but you were still drenched in it.

“All four of you get cleaned up, Shimura we will discuss this later.” Endeavor says and you nod pushing away from them and heading straight to the locker room. Closing the door behind you walking through the aisles to make sure no one else was inside and you were completely alone. Standing in the middle of the room your knees fall out from underneath you and you hit the ground clawing at your neck trying to catch your breath. Pushing yourself against the wall you have one hand against your neck trying to calm yourself down while the other pulls your hair to have your mind distracted by something.

“Like that quirkless freak will ever get into U.A.”

“You’re no hero. A hero would have never done this.”

“REMEMBER WHAT YOU ARE Y/N L/N! YOU’LL ALWAYS BE SOME QUIRKLESS FREAK! YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT THAT POWER!”

“You’re a psycho bitch L/N! You hear me!”

“You should’ve died alongside your family!”

A harsh knock on the door makes your head snap open and you scramble to your feet, “Don’t come in!” You squeak out and it’s quiet.

“Y/n…it’s me can I come in?” Midoriya’s voice comes through the door and you freeze silence filling the locker room. “I’m sorry they said those things about you. You know none of that is true?” You still look at the door and Midoriya sighs and you hear his head connect with the door.

“Endeavor is considering canceling the training for today-”

“NO!” You speak up, “Don’t let my problems stop us from our work-study.”

“Y/n you were just assaulted. That is a perfect reason.” Midoriya says you see the doorknob twist slightly and your body slams against the door startling both of you.

“Don’t come in…please.” It’s quiet between the two of you, “I’m fine Midoriya, tell Endeavor we can continue on.” Midoriya hesitates before pulling his hand from the doorknob and sighing.

“Okay…but please talk to me Y/n.” He says before you hear his footsteps retreat and you step back pushing your hair back grimacing from the sticky texture and you head to the shower to clean yourself up. Once clean and changed into your school uniform you join your classmates who were also dressed in their school uniform and Endeavor was dressed casually. You can feel their gazes, especially Midoriya before Endeavor clears his throat.

“Let’s go.”

“WHYYY?!” Bakugo yells out when you found yourself outside Todoroki’s huge home.

“My sister told us to come for dinner,” Todoroki explains holding his phone to show the message.

“WHYYYY?!” “She wanted me to have my friends over.” “GO TELL HER NOW THAT WE’RE NOT ACTUALLY FRIENDS!” Bakugo yells at Todoroki’s reasoning. Entering their home you were greeted by Todoroki’s sister.

“I know you’re all super busy so thanks for coming! I’m Shoto’s sister, Fuyumi. It’s great to meet you all! And thanks for looking out for him!” Fuyumi introduces herself as you take off your shoes replacing them with slippers, “Sorry for inviting everyone on such short notice! I really appreciate all of you coming anyway!”

“My pleasure! I rarely get invited to friends’ homes!” Midoriya says with a smile on his face as you were brought into the dining room sitting between Bakugo and Midoriya, Todoroki was across from you in between his siblings, and you were introduced to his older brother Natsuo.

“If there’s anything you can’t eat, don’t worry,” Fuyumi says as you dig into the delicious food.

“No, it’s all fantastic, really! Like this Katsuta-age-rich and flavorful on the inside but with a crispy fried-” “Don’t analyze the freakin food.” Midoriya rambles off and Bakugo yells at him as you eat ignoring the words thrown over your head.

“It makes sense. Fuyumi’s been doing the cooking ever since our cook retired due to back problems.” Natuso speaks up.

“Natsu used to cook too. We took turns.” Fuyumi gives her brother a look trying to be modest.

“Huh? I used to eat your cooking?!” Todoroki speaks up looking at his brother.

“Maybe, maybe no. But my stuff’s probably too rich, so…Endeavor probably didn’t let you eat it.” Natuso says giving a look to his father and the three of you choke on your food surprised by the sudden tension and subtle insult passed.

“So, what food do you eat at school, Shoto?” Fuyumi says quickly changing the subject.

“School food.” “I never knew. Why not try again.” Endeavor speaks up and Natuso sends him a glare you slowly chew your food the tension could be cut by a knife.

Natuso suddenly stands up with his plate, “I sat at the table. That’s enough, right?” “NATSU!” How bad was their family behind all these layers? “Sorry, sis. This is just too much…” He leaves closing the door behind himself and the table is extremely quiet dinner is cut short. Bakugo, Midoriya, and yourself help with cleaning up and bringing the dishes to the kitchen, and Endeavor points you to place them down as he stands silently over the sink. You all awkwardly leave the hall.

“Did you know about this whole situation?” Midoriya brings up as you walk back to the dining room, and you shake your head.

“Huh? Of course, I did, since you two were yapping so loudly back at the sports festival.” Bakugo says and Midoriya looks shocked. You try to remember what you were doing during the break at the festival. Well, you did meet Endeavor for the first time. The scowl covered his features as you blindly ran into him.

“You're the child that took down my son.”

“Could you learn All Might’s quirk and copy it?”

The tension and slight fear you felt in the hall alone with him before All Might swooped in and you went off to Recovery Girl’s office. Had his life outside of the public’s eyes been this bad that his own children didn’t want to sit at the dinner table with him? As you reach the dining room you hear Todoroki speaking,

“Mom is trying to get past all that now. Honestly, I don’t know how I should feel about him…I still haven’t seen anything.”

Bakugo slams the door open startling all four of you, “YER NOT SUPPOSED TO EXPOSE YOUR DIRTY LAUNDRY TO GUESTS! ALSO, ANY MORE DISHES TO WASH?!”

“Oh! Whoops! Sorry, I just…” Fuyumi covers her mouth in shock looking embarrassed.

“Uh…uh...Todoroki has already told us, more or less!” “NOPE! I OVERHEARD!” You stayed silent not wanting to cause more commotion.

“When ya host a dinner, it’s s’posed to be civil and pleasant! Sheesh! Whatta waste of good Szechuan Mapo Tofu!” Bakugo grumbles gathering the plates and you move helping Todoroki grab the cups.

“I apologize for eavesdropping.” Midoriya says before he looks at Todoroki, “Todoroki…I think you’re getting yourself ready to be able to forgive him.”

“huh?” Todoroki breathes out.

“Just say ‘I’ll never forgive him’ if you really hate the guy. Because you’re so caring yourself…it’s like you’re waiting or at least that’s how it seems.” Bakugo says moving to the door and looking back at the dual-haired boy before leaving to drop off the dishes. Once you finished cleaning up Fuyumi gave you all a glass of tea.

“Your older brother…” Midoriya says. Apparently, Todoroki had a third sibling his oldest brother.

“You didn’t tell them?” Fuyumi says looking at Todoroki who shakes his head. “It’s not exactly a conversation starter.”

“Natsu and Touya were so closer…they were always playing together. It was shortly after mom went away…her condition somehow got even worse to the point that Shoto couldn’t even visit her..but she’s overcome all that.” Fuyumi explains, “Shoto’s visiting her now, and our family’s looking toward the future more and more. Only Natsu..can't seem to let go. He believes that father…killed Touya.”

“That explains the look on his face.” Bakugo brings up and it’s quiet before the door opens and there is Endeavor.

“I gotta bring them back to school.” Back outside with your coat and scarf as the car pulls up.

“Thank you so much for the meal!” Midoriya says bowing down. “Gimme that Mapo Tofu recipe.” “I’ll have her text it to you…” “It was great meeting you Fuyumi-san.” You smile.

“Sorry, I meant to ask more about your school life.” Fuyumi flushes in embarrassment for a second.

“Fuyumi.” Endeavor calls out and she looks over at him, “Thanks.”

In the car heading back to U.A. Endeavor speaks to you four, “You kids gotta get stronger, fast. In addition to weekends..you’re to report in at least two days a week if you can shift your class schedule around.”

“That’s how it was for Uraraka, Kirishima, and everyone last time.” Todoroki brings up and you nod.

“Yeah and we also have finals to study for.” You see Midoriya’s eyes widen hearing finals.

“Todoroki would you help me with English?” Midoriya squeaks out and the boy nods.

“Shouldn’t the Number One Hero get a bigger car?!” Bakugo groans it was a nice car but the four of you were crammed in the back like sardines. It was the only car that fit 3 in the back and it would take more time to get a different car so you were squeezed between Midoriya and Todoroki. Like the gentlemen, Midoriya was he gave you the seatbelt and you held his hand throughout the ride.

“Complaining about being chauffeured around?! Kids these days! Endeavor since when do you give rides to slacker students?!” His driver yells and you’re surprised he was able to shut up Bakugo.

“Since I was placed at the top.” Endeavor says and the driver lets out of sound.

“Are you saying one’s position can change a person?” Bakugo says from the back. From the windshield, you could see what look like something in the middle of the road. At the last second, it was a man covered in white stripes and he seemed to be controlling the street lines.

“NICE HOUSE YOU’VE GOT BACK THERE!” The person yells and there was someone beside them and you’re all shocked to see it was Natsuo. “ENDEAVOR!”

“That’s Natsu!” “Boss!” Todoroki and the driver yell out as you swerve around them, “Hold tight slackers!” The car spins out for a second and you grip Midoriya’s hand before coming to a stop. Endeavor’s door is busted open him shooting out in flames before any of you could get out it’s covered by white lines. Bakugo sticks his hand out quickly burning through the lines and you all escape the vehicle chasing the villain.

“FORGETTING SOMETHING, SLACKERS?!” Your driver yells out and comes shooting out the back is your case and Midoriya tosses each of you your case.

“KACCHAN! SHOTO! Y/N!” Each of you grabs your case quickly pulling on your support item and pulling them on.

“NATSUO!” Todoroki screams out.

“Trainees, huh? But Endeavor…Kill me right this time! You’re my only hope!” Ending yells out and you see Endeavor start to move but he just stops. Not stopping the four of you pass by him. “OH, FLAMES OF HOPE! Still, playing the good and decent hero? Even with your own son’s life on the line?” He cries out finding enjoyment in seeing Endeavor in fear and defeat. Todoroki shot forward both ice and fire covering him,

“GIVE ME BACK…MY BROTHER!”

“Quickly now. Kill me.” He yells his quirk sending out toward cars sending them flying in the air, Midoriya rushes over and he moves Natuso to hang right over incoming traffic and a semi-truck hurtling towards Natuso that the truck wouldn’t be able to stop in time.

“CUZ IF YOU DON’T MORE WILL DIE!” Bakugo is like a blitz an explosion sending him over grabbing Natuso and another sending him up into the air away from danger. Midoriya shoots up into the air with Airforce and quickly used Blackwhip to grab the cars bringing them back to safety.

“MORE WILL DIE? NOPE!” “No one’s dying. We won’t let them! Otherwise all our hopes…won’t come true!” Ending tries running attacking with more lines but his quirk won’t work looking forward seeing your hair floating in the air your eyes a bright red. Todoroki slams a flash-fist right into him sending him flying and you twist your foot a wave of ice freezing him in place. Todoroki joins his brother and the others while you stay looking down at the villain who is weeping on the ice.

“No, wrong! Not…you! This isn’t right…Endeavor you must...I must die.”

“You’re pathetic.” You say and he looks up and he almost seemed to recognize you.

“You…it’s you. They warned us. You would come… you’re here.” He says almost weeping in joy. You grab him by the collar pulling him closer.

“Who? Who warned you? What do they want?” You spit out looking at him.

He grins in a manic grin tears streaming down his face, “The great commander…Tomura Shigaraki…you are his greatest enemy. It would be an honor to die by your hands. Please kill me.” He begs and one of his hands cracks through the ice grasping yours and pulling you closer. “You’re a gift…your name rings true to your stories. Y/n Shimura…the sword of All For One.”

You step away as he grins trying to reach out to you, “Please I’m going to be locked up for the rest of my life, let me hold you and use your power on me. Kill me by your hands.”

“Y/n!” Midoriya yells out and you turn to see him standing beside Bakugo and Todoroki you look back at Ending the flashing lights of the police drawing closer. Not saying anything you turn as he cries into the night.

“Thanks…erm. what’s your hero name again?” Natuso says but his attention is focused on Bakugo.

“It’s just ‘Bakugo’ right?” Midoriya brings up. “Nah.”

“Oh?! You picked a name?! Tell me Tell me!” Midoriya beams with excitement.

“YOU’RE THE LAST ONE I’M TELLING SO BUZZ OFF AND DIE!” “Could you tell me, then?” “NOT YOU EITHER, HALF ‘N’ HALF OR YOU COPYCAT! THERE’S SOMEONE ELSE I GOTTA TELL FIRST!”

Following the attack, you all returned to U.A. and before we knew it winter break was over and the new term was upon us. Returning to class you enter as Iida very energetically greets each of you.

“Ah, L/n it is great seeing you!” He chops his hand in the air and you smile entering and going over to your desk. U.A. Iida and Momo stand at the front of the class as the bell signals the start of homeroom.

“An auspicious New Year to you all! In today’s class, we’ll be giving status reports. We will share what we learned, accomplished, and experienced over winter break.” Iida explains to the class. “Everyone, please suit up and report to ground Alpha!” Iida was very lively and he usually had a serious stickler attitude.

The door slams open and it’s Mr. Aizawa holding a sleeping bag “Alright wrap it up-” Mina bounces out the door holding her case.

“Happy New Year, Mr. Aizawa!”

Everyone grabs their hero costumes and you head to the changing rooms each of your talking about your work studies before heading outside. You caught up with your classmates about their time at their work studies.

“Fat Gum misses so do Tamaki but he just doesn’t say it but we know,” Kirishima says his arms wrapped around your shoulder as the two of you walked.

“I’ll be sure to swing by Fat’s I heard however you replaced me with Class B?” You say placing your hand on your chest in fake hurt and he rolls his eyes pushing you away.

“Like you could be replaced but it’s really cool having another first year to fight alongside,” Kirishima says and you smile at him.

“Symbol…of SWEETS!” All Might yells out rapidly making cotton candy,

“Huh? Where’s Mr. Aizawa?” Someone calls out and All Might sigh seeing his joke fail.

“Aizawa was just called away…on urgent business.” He says this before calling up each group to show how they improved during their work studies. Aoyama, Hagakure, and Mina worked under the No. 9 Pro Hero Yoroi Musha, coming up with new plans and combos to keep up in battle. Ojiro and Sato worked with the No. 13 Pro Hero Shishido, showing off their attacking speed and predictive abilities. Jiro and Shoji worked with the No. 12 Pro Hero Gang Orca, showing off their enhanced search techniques. Kaminari, Sero, and Mineta worked under the No. 23 Hero Mt. Lady and her team The Lurkers showing off their teamwork and group moves. Iida worked with the No. 222 Hero Manual, showing off a looser approach to battle. Koda showed off his improved communication skills while working under the No. 8 Hero Wash. Tokoyami showed off his skills against the robots, taking them quickly with Tokoyami’s Dark Shadow improving at all fronts. Kirishima returned to the No. 58 Hero Fat Gum’s agency, showing his improved skill in making villains lose their will to fight. Uraraka and Tsuyu returned as well, to work with the No. 10 Hero Ryukyu both showing improved determination. Momo worked under the Pro Hero Majestic showing her improved predictive abilities and her skill to act efficiently.

Finally, it was you and the boys who have worked under Number One Hero, Endeavor. Bakugo quickly takes down a hoard of robots with a succession of strong explosions, Todoroki works with both ice and fire having better control and increasing his speed switching between each quirk and using them at the same time, Midoriya shoots up into the air using Blackwhip to bring the robots together and sending a fierce kick right through them. With the final wave of robots after you and the ones falling from the air, you swipe your arms out in a cutting motion, All For One rushing from your hands out sparks of red covering one and bouncing off the other spreading like wildfire. Cracks appear from one moving in a wave before they all decay dust floating in the wind. Bringing your hands down you look at your classmates who watched in awe at the four of you. You all had improved in many different ways.

“Nice, Bakugo! You conquered winter, huh?” Kirishima says patting Bakugo on the back. “Like hell I did dummy! Those’re just pinpoint blasts!”

“Todoroki you’re finally a hunk who’s also quick!” Hagakure squeals and Todoroki nods, “Erm...I still can’t keep up with Endeavor.”

“Y/n that was some wicked sweet move! It’s so cool seeing you combine quirks, I need to know where you got that one red sparkly quirk!” Mina says tackling you in a hug shaking you and you laugh patting her back.

“Just some strength quirk I picked up from someone I know.” You say looking past Mina and seeing Midoriya getting bombarded with compliments by Mineta and Sero when your eyes catch with All Might’s. He has a proud look on his face looking at Midoriya before they meet yours. The smile decorating his face cracks just a little behind his eyes, you could tell he almost wishes to say something. All Might could feel pride swell within him seeing Midoriya grow strong with One For All, he didn’t need to look back on him for guidance but seeing you…Young Shimura how powerful you grow every day. It makes him proud knowing you could protect yourself but it frightens him.

“Tell me do you sense it?” All For One’s voice rings clear in his head in the last meeting, “You were there. Every time…she grows stronger as she always was meant to be because of me pulling further from the light you so desperately try to keep her in. She fears it less and less, the more she accepts it the more fearful you’ve become.”

He sees it, in your training, your fight with Midoriya and Bakugo, learning about the raid, the attack in Kyushu, during your work-study, and now. You use it instinctively without hesitation. You call for All For One before One For All, do you even see the vestiges anymore? Has All For One corrupted you so that he has completely destroyed One For All inside you? He was so stupid spending time focused on Midoriya that he did exactly what All For One warned him.

“But you can’t put all your attention into your successor if you are torn between two and the second you let your hold go of her. That is when I will swoop in and claim her as my own. She was smart to leave my grasp the first time but the more she accepts All For One the easier it will be for Shimura to become Shigaraki…”

“All Might.” Your voice suddenly rings out and he is shocked to see you standing in front of him.

“Young Shimura-I mean L/n..” All Might's voice jumps up an octave as he stumbles over his words.

“I just wanted to thank you for the gift.” You say and he closes his mouth and silence covers the two of you as you stand there.

“You-you’re welcome..” All Might stutters out and you nod sharply before turning around and walking back over to your classmates. Midoriya looks at you and then at All Might talking to you softly but you just shake your head and he nods before sliding his hand within yours. All Might felt a pang in his chest seeing both users of One For All and one user of All For One. The two of you come from such different lives holding different quirks but still together.

“It seems you’ve all learned a lot, out in the world. I’ve recorded the class today so Aizawa can watch it later! Keep giving your all to your work studies!” All Might says looking over at everyone before pausing at you and Midoriya looking at the two of you, “Aiming..ever higher…”

Following the training, you all headed back to the dorms but Midoriya headed off with Bakugo to All Might, “You sure you don’t want to come…All Might wouldn’t mind you being there.” Midoriya says holding your hands the two of you changed back into your uniforms.

“I’ll be fine Midoriya…” You say placing your hand on his cheek rubbing it softly and he grabs it holding it to him.

“He’s trying…I know what he did to you but give him a chance.” Midoriya says and your soft strokes freeze before you pull away looking down.

“I…I can’t..I’m sorry.” You spit out turning away quickly, Midoriya holds out his hand but you’re already gone. The boy sighs dropping his hand before he too turns and heads towards the breakroom.

“Congrats on your progress with Blackwhip.” All Might says pouring cups of tea for both boys, “Thank you.”

“And Bakugo, Kid…with you it’s like what sort of heights is this kid gonna reach?!”

“What the heck’s that mean?!” Bakugo yells

All Might shakes his head before grabbing something from his bag, “In the end, I wasn’t able to find out everything. But you have to keep moving..on to the next step.” Placing a notebook in front of the two.

‘Past Successors’ Quirks Notes for Midoriya’

“I’ve compiled all the details I could find...about One For All’s previous users. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find any leads on the second and third users. Given the era back then and the nature of One For All…there’s nothing about them in records. If they realized they harbored quirks, they might’ve left something behind themselves but…” All Might explains.

“GET ON WITH IT ALREADY AND STOP WASTING MY PRECIOUS TIME!” Bakugo groans.

“About Blackwhip…I can only maintain it for a second so I’m not on Sero’s or Mr. Aizawa’s level but…it’s already a pretty powerful support quirk technique.” Midoriya says and Bakugo picks up the book flipping through it.

“Any more contact with the previous users since then?” All Might asks and the boy shakes his head.

“So, the fifth user was…Lariat. Real name: Daigoro Banjo. Quirk: Blackwhip. Because of the strings of energy he could shoot out, he was well-suited for binding enemies and maneuvering in midair. This guy…and the others didn’t really have strong quirks. Never heard of these nobodies.” Bakugo reads off the information.

“Huh..? No, I’m sure they had awesome quirks!!” Midoriya defends the past users of his quirk.

“Just having a quirk is awesome to a loser like you!” “That’s too cruel.”

“Bakugo isn’t wrong.” All Might brings up and the two boys look at each other, “All For One was obsessed with One For All. It was an age when evil wielded a degree of power that’s hard for us to imagine nowadays. All For One went around crushing the strong..because there was nobody who could defy his malice and sheer control. Writhing in that hellscape as they lay down to die…the past users made sure the power would reach the future. They weren’t really chosen ones. Through all those battles…all they could do was receive it and then entrust it to another.”

“That tracks,” Bakugo says throwing the notebook back on the table, “They all died young.”

“Yes….that’s true.” All Might nods solemnly.

“Well?! Which power is this dork gonna get next?” “Be patient…” “I’ve had it with you two and your tangents!”

“Float…my master’s quirk.” All Might says

“Y/n’s grandmother…” Midoriya breathes out and a tense air covers.

“I WIN!” Bakugo laughs in glee startling the two men, “I CAN ALREADY GO AIRBORNE WITH MY BLASTS!! NOW YOU GOTTA WASTE TIME LEARNING A TOOL ALREADY IN MY TOOL KIT! MEANWHILE, I’LL BE POLISHING MY MOVES AT OUR WORK-STUDY! THAT MEANS I’M ALREADY OF YOU! Q.E.D!”

“Yikes! That’s no good. I’d better learn this quick and catch up.” “OR MAYBE YOU’LL PANIC TRIGGER ANOTHER OUTBURST AND DIE!!” “Nah, I already got the gist of Blackwhip-” “NO! YOU’LL DIEEEE” “You’re really sticking with that huh?”

“There is one more thing..” All Might cuts through the boys' squabble and the two look over at the retired hero, “It’s about Young Shimura…” The name instantly catches both of their attention one more than the other.

“She has become stronger, in her hold of One For All…and All For One,” All Might breathed out, “I fear what could happen if she is to allowed to..” He trails off unable to finish his sentence.

“Allowed to what?” Midoriya says nervously to hear whatever it is about someone he cares deeply about.

“If she is to continue using her quirk.” All Might says and it’s quiet in the room.

“You…you want her to stop using her quirk,” Midoriya says trying to wrap his head around the idea.

“She has already accepted All For One as her quirk, using it during Eri’s rescue, and has used both Shigaraki’s quirk and multiple quirks All For One has stolen as her own.” All Might brings up.

“For good though, she would never harm anyone!” Midoriya says defending you. You weren’t like that you would never hurt anyone.

“It’s not like she has a choice that bastard forced his quirk onto her and mutated with One For All. You can’t split the two apart when it’s a part of her DNA.” Bakugo adds. You were different from others, from the first day he met you. Sure you were a pain in the ass and maybe a bit of a loser but you were a fighter. You’ve been fighting all your life and if that didn’t make you tough what would?

“I know the two of you see the good in her but you have to understand she can be dangerous if provoked.” All Might says.

“Dangerous because of her quirk or dangerous because of who she’s related to,” Midoriya says and silence fills the room. A target was forever painted on your back once they found out about the blood you shared. You may be the granddaughter of one of the users of One For All but your relations to Shigaraki shines over that.

All Might holds his hand tightly, “I know this is a lot to put on you two boys but in the event that she-”

“She what? She betrays us…joins the League? Let All For One take over? You’re telling me I gotta be ready to take her down the second she acts out of line. You want me to betray the trust of the girl I lov-” Midoriya’s frustration bubbles over before he cuts himself short and both men look at him almost surprised he said those fated words. Midoriya pushes his hair back away from his face before looking at his mentor, “She’s already had her trust broken too many times to count. I won’t be another. I’m sorry All Might I just won’t.” He stands up shaking his head before grabbing the notebook and leaving the room. All Might looks at the spot where Midoriya once sat his words hitting him deep in his core. Looking over at Bakugo who just slowly stands up grabs his bag and leaves the room.

His head falls into his hands sighing in frustration. Looking out the window seeing the sun just leaving the sky and entering the night.

Master…give me guidance…what do I do..what can I do?

#mimic series #mha #mha x reader #izuku midoriya #mha quirks #izuku midoriya x reader #shota aizawa #bakugou katsuki #shoto todoroki #bnha eijiro kirishima #mha spoilers #izuku x reader

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zazter-den · 1 year ago

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Stained Glass Circumstances

Series: Current, Snippet 2, Ch. 1 Foul-Mouthed Frit

Synopsis- Captain Kirishima appreciates the overlooked beauty of glass.

Warnings- Servant Dynamics, Concubine Dynamics, Suggestive Themes.

Tags- Less explicit prologue, No Sex, Fantasy AU, Dragon!Kirishima, Consort!Reader, Brief BarbarianKing!Bakugou, Black Haired Reader.

Word Count- 400 word Prologue I

"Oi, Kirishima!" The barbarian king barked with his usual arrogant tone, ordering the loyal captain to escort his newest concubine to the hot springs to wash. Kirishima's slit pupils landed on your exhausted form, sprawled on Bakugou's dark blankets and furs like a masterpiece displayed on an ebony canvas.

Despite the fatigue radiating from your body, Kirishima couldn't help but find you captivating. The crystalline horns jutting from your hairline were of a clear quartz, an odd hue even for a dragon hybrid. Facets refracted rainbows on your black curls and the surrounding obsidian fabric, the beams of color dancing with each ragged breath you took. Captain Kirishima, having a ruby pair of his own, doesn't see how anyone could find your glass-like horns plain.

He had laughed, thinking his friend was surely joking when the rowdy regent had called you the “extra” consort he found. Claiming you on a whim.

Though he tried to dismiss his lingering thoughts and desires, Kirishima couldn't fully resist your allure. Despite their current roles—one as King Bakugou's concubine and the other as his trusted captain of his guard—Kirishima carried a deep...affection for you. One that couldn't easily be brushed aside. Gods know, he tried.

Captain Kirishima unbuckled the clasps of his scarlet cloak, the vibrant color signifying the high rank he fought tooth and claw for, and the fabric slipped from his broad shoulders. The thick ornate clothe was gentle against your skin, offering warmth and protection. He carefully wrapped your naked curves, shielding you from any prying eyes that may be present as he made his way to the baths outside the borders of the courtyard.

With gentle strength, Kirishima lifted your sleepy form into his arms, holding you as if the most delicate treasure. The weight of your body pressed against his chest, bodies fitting together in a way that felt natural. Intimate. He was lucky the tyrant's attention was long lost to the battle plans on his desk.

Then again, most servants ceased to exist in Bakugou's mind the moment he no longer had a need for them.

He held you close, cherishing the friendship he had formed with you over the past fortnight or so. Kirishima carried you out of King Bakugou's chambers, your head tucked into his chest as you continued to doze, and moved into the quiet hallways. The flickering torches along the walls cast a soft, warm glow. Their light danced upon the horns peaking out of your ebony hair, creating a mesmerizing display of color on your dark curls and his polished armor.

Stained Glass, Kirishima realized with a soft grin, that's what your horns reminded him of.

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loveisloveisacomplicatedgirl · 11 months ago

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okay, taking a bkdk break to establish my love for the kiribaku fantasy series by yuzuya

#kiribaku #kirishima eijiro #bakugo katsuki #fantasy series #yuzuya #kiribaku x listener #mha podfic #youtube series #mha fantasy au #barbarian bakugou #dragon kirishima #favorite audio #sleep aid #fantasy series yuzuya

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madmanwonder · 2 years ago

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Type: Prompt

AU: Crossover AU

Summary of the Question: Videl along with Ino and Carrot are set up on a date by their friends with Izuku along with Shouto and Eijirou. Who would each of the ladies pick after seeing these three men being dressed up and handsome? And how would they each react to their respective men?

Themes: (Romantic)

One for All: Satanic Love

Izuku: You are my grand prize~! >///<

Videl: D-Dummy 😩

Cold-and-Ice Bunny

Shouto: You are my lucky good charm 😉

Carrot:

Hardening Mindset

Eijirou: My body might be hard but my heart is soft when it around you~

Ino: *Snorted Laughter*

#my hero academia #izuku midoriya #eijiro kirishima #todoroki shouto #dragon ball series #videl satan #one for all: satanic love (izuku midoriya x videl satan)#naruto #ino yamanaka #hardening mindset (eijiro kirishima x ino yamanaka)#one piece #carrot one piece #cold-and-fire bunny (shouto todoroki x carrot one piece)#crossover au #crossover au prompt #shipping post #shipping prompt

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kirienthusiast · 3 months ago

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-`ღ´-MHA Boys

In...

『Accidentally texting you about you』 p.1

P.2 here

ʚcontent: fem! reader. smau. short fics. multiple part series.

multiple characters, including: Kirishima Eijiro, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Shinso Hitoshi

Starting With..

Kirishima Eijiro

He meant to text Sero..

Todoroki Shoto

He meant to text Midoriya..

Midoriya Izuku

He meant to text Ochaco..

Bakugo Katsuki

He meant to text Kirishima..

Shinso Hitoshi

He meant to text Ojiro..

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lady-ashfade · 6 months ago

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All Is Far In Love And Farming

Chapter 1: Getting Started

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Mha!Hybrids × Farmer! Fem!Reader. Chapter 1.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ storyline: The calling of being a professional farmer had been your dream since you were young. Growing up on your granddad’s farm was the best thing, many years later you happen to be back. And the property is now yours to restore. With some hard work, you want to restore hybrid caretaking back to what it once was.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Chapters: Previous // Next

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 2.5k

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short chapters, stardew valley au, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, hybrid abuse, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting. platonic yandere, hybrid and human relationships, and future warnings when more chapters come out, spelling mistakes and grammar who?

╰･ﾟ✧☽ characters for now: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Mina Ashido, Ochako Uraraka, Tenya lida, Denki Kaminari, Kyoka Jiro, Tsuyu Asui, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Hanta Sero, Mashirao Ojiro, Koji Koda, Momo Yaoyorozu

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Everything you once saw, the brightest of grass and the crops ripe and perfect, and the animals in the barns chirping of happiness— it was all gone. once a happy place you roamed in the summer as a kid was now a abandoned filthy place, old bards with holes and damaged walls. Nothing was what it used to be, the grass was as tall as small trees and it was going to take a lot of lovin.

But if your granddad taught you one thing is that; working for a better future would make everything you did it worth it.

And that’s exactly why you are here, to make your future. Everything in your life was about becoming a farmer, like your grandfather. and like him, you believed hybrids deserved to be in a safe and open land to roam, not such in some metal factory and enclosed to live their life.

“Come join the number one hybrid farm in Japan, The League.” the tv rung in your ears back at the college room, the place had been taking over everything and running all the local and good places out. at one point the only place you probably could work at was The League, since they seemed to be everywhere. “New locations, New Areas, And New Pay. Call the number on your screen for more information.” you had heard the commercial so many times you rolled your eyes everytime.

Never did you believe they would come out here, and be the competition.

Honestly, the first day your body was drained easily from all the work. The labor wasn’t exactly what you were expecting to start off with, moving the rooks and weeding. But you had supplies to start off with thankfully, the money he left you was so much, and ready for a new purpose. But the only thing that was helping you in all of this, your holy grail was a local store owner. Arthur, who happened to be your grandfathers best friend.

slapping the metal truck with the gloved hand, the old man smiled and stepped down from the back of the moving truck. you whipped off the sweat from your skin and catch your breath as the unpacked heavy boxes placed besides you and man.

“The old man used to buy twice as much as this and unload it all him, then complain when his back hurt afterwards. Lucky, he had me to talk some since into him.” the white haired man spoke breathlessly. you didn’t want him to have to help, seeing his age but he was in better shape then you by the looks of things. “Old bat was stubborn, you got that in you kid?”

taking a deep breath you arose from the bend down position you were in and look at the man, smiling a bit you commented back. “Used to give granddad a run for his money, I think I have it in me.” you were earned with a deep chuckle and a small one from yourself. starting back up again you closed the doors and gave the man who drove the truck the okay and he drove away.

the next day was worse then the first, your body was sore and tired, you wore sunscreen all over your body to protect you from the heat damage and the illnesses you could catch. unpacking all the equipment, getting them put together, and make sure the starter crops are taken care of. you took many breaks. and Arthur was the greatest help you could ask for.

you heard the story of how he met your granddad many times before, but you didn’t mind hearing it from his side. Arthur had moved from the United States to start his business with his family, and your grandfather was just started out in town. they were younger and bonded right away, and there for marriages, children and grandchildren. knowing he wasn’t as alone when you left was comforting in a away but you knew the full story. just before your tenth birthday you were moved away from the small town with your parents and left the farm behind.

“He talked about you every day.” The words perked up your ears. You looked at Arthur as he continued to work on a huge fan.

“Everything that happened in your life, he would tell me. What happened at middle school sport events, to dances and even show pictures of the dresses you wore. And man, when you went to college for Hybrid Education he was bursting with energy again.” It’s been a long time since he was able to leave the cabin. You knew that, but knowing still punched you in the guts.

“Was he proud?” asking was a waste of time.

“Proud as hell, there should be no doubt about it. His pride and joy was you, more then anything he did here, and now you have a legacy to continue.” smiling you continue to work to hold yourself from the weight building up in your chest. you missed him so much.

Each day there was something new to fix and call in, you knew granddad was rich from the bank account he left you. but boy, it sure was a lot of money. and now, you finally had a starting point. you had scheduled a barn repair on the electrical and building. the crops were set up along with the sprinklers and scare crows, even cleaned out the well…but not without getting algae all over you.

Smalltowns in the country side where the best, everyone in the community was helpful towards one other. And since The League had a location down the road, the people really came together. Businesses were losing in hybrid projects and animals, but the crops were the same. But this met more hybrids lost there homes, and had to be relocated elsewhere else or to The League…You hated it.

A big wooden sign at one of the joint shop centers made you smile and turn into the lot. today was the weekly event, selling of many things of local produces. you remember coming here as a kid and always getting blueberry jam from the market lady. and just like then, it was crowded. and with a lot of stalls and moving trucks. Arthur had told you they still had them and that you should check it out. of course you wouldn’t miss this for anything.

you shut the truck door and fixed your clothes before started the walk around. everyone was selling amazing things at their booths. the first table you saw was one cover in homemade soap bars and honey products. a sweet older couple ran that shop. some stalls were for hybrids for sale but you didn’t have room for them, at least until the barns are rebuilt. but milk, crops and seeds where your thing anyway to look at.

“how much for this?” the only person behind the table was a young girl who looked angry and ready to chew off your head, it was laughable. she was going to be hard to haggle, but a amazing work ethic. “I don’t know you, so twenty bucks.” your eyes widen and look down at the honey in your hand. it was a very small jar…and not worth it, I mean for the bigger bottles sure.

“Hmm, how about ten?” the small girl glared at your words and huffed. she shook her head in annoyance and pointed to the tag, “you trying to get out of paying hard working people lady? This is the best honey you’ll find in the whole country! Haggling is only for people I know,” her finger pointed at you and you back up a little at her shouting voice. “And you ain’t it!”

signing you pull out a twenty and handed it to her, she smiles so kindly you forget about the anger she had. placing it in your cloth bag you continue walking down the path, smiling and looking around. not much you could buy yet, though you did buy from groceries and loaded the up in the bed of the truck.

“well if it ain’t the talk of the town,” a sweet woman’s voice called out loudly. you turn your gaze and see a almost forgotten face, but one that filled you with joy and nostalgia. “Aunty Hoshiko.” You scream and rush over, the older woman comes out form her booth and takes you into her arms. only now did you realize the sweet small of jam and the jar’s decorated like they used to be, but this area was bigger and a extra tent was behind it.

“I couldn’t believe you moved back here after moving to the city, heard you got into a good college.” She smiled from cheek to cheek while pulling away. “Why come back here?” it was flattering how much she thought of you, but you couldn’t have stayed away from this place for much longer.

“Well, grandpa left me the farm and I needed to start my new life. Can’t get much better then a already laid for land, and with great soil.” she hummed but her eyes dropped a little and her smile became different. “I’m so sorry, he was a good man. you tell me if you need any help okay? Your granddad helped us a lot, so many people in town will be willing to do help too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you smile and take a peek at the table, “mind if I look?” she is excited to show you all the new flavors and jars she has, letting you smell each one. she even offers you a discount for family.

you had a few jams picked out but you keep looking at everything, knowing you’ll come home with more. then there was a sign and paperwork around on a tables end.“Hybrid Rescues” is what you read and your hands reached for it immediately. seeing your interested, Hoshiko started to talk.

“The League has been running out businesses, hybrids are either purchased or…end up alone and abandoned. My friend runs a rescue company, we help her out here trying to give some of them a home.” you clinch the paper in your hand and want both more then to go punch the owners of the company. No hybrid deserves to be left alone.

“I usually have a few here with me, but today only one is for sale. He’s very special. And a house animal, or helper if you will since I know you don’t have much room for more yet.” the next step was to always get hybrids, but you weren’t sure if today was the best idea today…

“Oh!” that wasn’t your choice since she pulled your arm and lend you into the tent where only one hybrids sat. you struggled to look away from the hybrid laying in the floor.

He was huge. he looked peaceful tho, curled up on a bed and resting peacefully. he had long and pointed ears, a middle tail that curled. “he’s a special breed, no idea why they didn’t keep him since he must have cost a fortune.” there was a small scar on his arm and you hated to see, it looked like cattle whip strokes.

“tenya,” she called out quietly to wake the dog. you really didn’t know if you should get a hybrid, but seeing him already you knew you couldn’t say no. his furry ears twitched and his body rolled over ready to see what was happening. he was fast, and he was built. a pure breed for herding and hard labor. “I have someone here who needs a dog to help around the farm.” she patted you on the back and you got shy for some reason.

His tail was sticking up, his eyes glancing over and panicked. he was on high alert. “Hey buddy, my names y/n.” You smile softly. You don’t want to move until he gives you a sign. his nose sniffs into the air for a moment and his body freezes, you both stop for a minute too.

until the thumping of his tail was heard and he jumped up to greet you properly. you are taken aback and he gets excited and starts to shout, you can’t help but to smile. “My names Tenya, I am apart of the Iida breed. I have experience in herding, working and defending territory. I have many skills,” his hands reaches for hers and stuffs it into his nose to get a proper smell.

“Hello to you too,” you giggle. having some help now would be good, and a herding dog would the best thing.

“Tell me iida, are you okay with maybe coming home with me?” if it was only a dog he would for sure be jumping on you from how happy he seems to be.

Iida didn’t want you to leave to get things needed, saying it was his job to be with you now but you need to find food and things before leaving. he whined forever until he saw you again.

you came back to get him…like you said you would. he loved you, loved you so much. the kindest human he’s met.

Riding back to the farm was a journey. he was talking every second about all the things he could do, from each animal, hybrid or not. boy, was so happy to be by your side. and he was asking about you too. why you picked him? what you wanted him to do.

your heart broke once you got back to the cabin.

you held the door open and called for him to come in, but he just stood on the porch looking at you almost guilty. “Hybrids aren’t aloud inside, I must protect you from out here.” he was already looking for a place to set up for the night. it was a miracle you didn’t start crying again.

“Well, whoever told you that was a idiot. Many dog hybrids are aloud inside, and it’s my house so my roles go.” you tap the door again. he was hesitant, and it took about ten minutes to get him inside. and you told him to stay put while you get the things from the car…then told him it was a order to get him to stay.

you placed the things on the floor and smiled, proud of yourself. “Okay, so I got a large mattress for you. We can place it anywhere you want, also got you special food, hybrids approved.” he looked at the mattress for a long minute. Iida couldn’t believe it was his, he hadn’t slept on one of them since he was little, and then at the market earlier. And this one was his, made for his height and weight for him to sleep…inside.

“Your bought this for me?” He asked while poking at the bed, it’s softness amazed him. once he accepted his reality his tail starts to swing like crazy and crawled over to you, and hugged you lovingly.

“I’ll be the best boy I promise. anything you need I will do, anything.” his grip tightened around your waist and pushed his head into your plush stomach. you patted his head and thanked him, and told him he deserved to be loved and cared for.

That night, he placed his bed in front of your bedroom door and stood watch in his bed. to protect you, his master…his.

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