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pentacass · 2 years ago
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We got Kira's perspective in Just you and me but when did Aelirra realize she wanted to be "more than a mentor" to Kira? Was it before or after her imprisonment in carbonite?
-@legends-chauvinist
ohoHOHO!!!!! delicious. thanks for the ask!
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It is way, way after her imprisonment in carbonite. Only after she was reunited with Kira did her feelings crystallise into puzzle pieces that fit together oh so beautifully.
[From a writing perspective, I wanted to avoid the icky master-padawan dynamic. Besides, for these two, I love the whole 'you were a part of my life before I even realised it' thread.
Long read below cos I never talk about them and it all came pouring out loll. It's basically a summary of their whole story oops]
For background, Aelirra never was Kira's master. When Satele tried to assign Kira to her, she refused firmly - she'd only just passed her Jedi trials. No matter how skilled she was, she recognised that she didn't have the experience to guide Kira, as masters were expected to do. Satele agreed, but paired them as a team anyway, trusting that Kira would learn from her experience accompanying Aelirra on missions.
After that, an odd tension lingered between them, the knowledge that Aelirra was supposed to guide Kira as a master. But they agreed to operate as equals in the team, Aelirra slipping naturally into a leadership role while Kira offered alternate solutions and advice to balance Aelirra's decisions.
They grew much closer after Kira became a Knight, Aelirra pushing hard for her knighthood despite Kira's reveal of being a Child of the Emperor. They were friends, confidants, and trusted each other above all else. They shared a lot of personal stuff with each other, had regular heart-to-hearts, but that ended after Aelirra was captured and escaped the Emperor's control.
And here's why neither realised their burgeoning feelings for each other (though Kira came much closer than Aelirra). Aelirra shut herself down and became a machine - pushing herself to the limit, serving as a Jedi examplar to her own detriment, keeping everything of a personal nature at arm's length...including her connection with Kira. Feeling the gulf that split the ground between them, Kira was hurt but felt guilty for her own feelings, and compensated by supporting Aelirra, keeping as close as she was needed.
There was new friction between them, a sort of loyalty that hurt like a thorn in the palm, but they never managed to pluck it out before Aelirra was cast into her carbonite prison. After being rescued by Lana and forming the Alliance, when Aelirra finally had stable ground to stand on and take a breath, she started thinking about her old crew - and why they hadn't returned. (Save for T7, of course.)
She understood that things had changed, that they had their lives to live, but Kira's absence in particular gnawed at her. It was something she had, perhaps not taken for granted, but insufficiently appreciated in her single-minded drive to be the 'perfect Jedi'. Kira had always been there for her when she needed it, even when she didn't want it, and now she felt Kira's absence like a phantom limb.
This ache turned sour after Vaylin was defeated. Logically, she knew the Jedi had gone to ground. Kira could've been one of them. But she was known throughout the galaxy as the Alliance Commander now, someone more than capable of providing safe refuge for the Jedi. Kira should have known where to find her, right? Or did she...not want to come? Was it because of something Aelirra had done? Had Kira abandoned her because of who she was before, the Jedi whose duty had become her entire world? Had Aelirra pushed her away too many times, and one final time, aboard Marr's doomed ship? Or did Kira just not need her anymore?
Doubt began to weigh on her, and she told Lana to stop the search for her crew. She was Jedi at heart - she knew when to let go. Then the Meridian complex mission happened; Kira strolled back into her life with a casual, confident smile. And she knew. She knew, then and there, that she was looking at her other half. The one who made her whole.
But here's the kicker! Aelirra's dense as hell when it comes to romance. She'd thought it was a platonic, ride-or-die soulmates deal. Then Kira came to live on Odessen, occupying a space near Aelirra where she belonged, with new, mature confidence. With gazes that lingered just seconds too long, bolder touches that made Aelirra forget to breathe, nearness that made her want to burrow against Kira, never to be parted again. And she understood.
When Aelirra finally said 'I love you', it's twofold. 'I love you as I always have, and now I love you as a part of my soul.'
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todrokishoto · 4 years ago
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bnha boys x tickles
character(s): bakugou, deku, denki, kirishima, todoroki
warning(s): tickles, blood (nosebleed), swearing? 
a/n: random idea i had. enjoy this hc/scenario thing while i work on some longer fics. p.s. i’ve never really written headcannons before so idk if i did it right lmao
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B A K U G O U 
mans isn’t ticklish 
trained himself to tolerate it bc being ticklish is for the weak 
won’t tell you that tho bc it’s a valid excuse sometimes ok??
like,,, let’s say you’re tracing mindless patterns on his abdomen right
the two of you are just lying on his bed in his dorm room
and while it might have been innocent enough on your part
he can’t help but be... flustered as your hand moves awfully close to the waistband of his pants 
feeling his cheeks heat up, straight up refusing to let you see how much your touch affects him, he swats your hand away with a grunt
“that tickles, dumbass,” he huffs, his voice slightly strained. you pretend not to notice. 
your eyebrows lift upward in surprise at his statement. not once had he ever mentioned he was ticklish. propping yourself up on your elbow, you let your eyes trail over his features, studying him. 
his eyes are closed but only after mere seconds of feeling your gaze, they open back up. his crimson orbs stare into yours, neither one of you breaking the prolonged silence. you, frankly, didn’t want to. bakugou, on the other hand, refused to - fully aware his voice would betray him again. 
he couldn’t believe he had just lied about being ticklish. but, letting you believe your soft touches had tickled him rather than admitting they made him feel things he know he shouldn’t seemed like the most logical option. yes. there was no way he’d reveal his less than innocent thoughts. 
“what?” he grumbles, quirking a brow questioningly. “take a picture. it’ll last longer.” 
you fish your phone out of your pocket, holding it up above him. “okay—” 
your words turn into a squeal as he smacks the phone out of your hand and grabs your arm, pinning it above your head. he hovers above you, eyes full of mischievousness, his teeth exposed by the grin dancing on his lips. you stare back up at him, eyes wide, body tense as you attempt to gauge his next movements.
“how ‘bout a taste of your own medicine, huh? since you seem to find it so funny.” 
and before you can protest, his fingertips dig into your sides, eliciting careless giggles from you as he tries his best to find your most ticklish spots. 
K A M I N A R I 
would tickle you on the daily just to hear your laugh
pls he’s a total sucker for your squealing giggles. they’re his favorite
this boy will find any excuse to tickle you; pinching your sides, blowing raspberries on your stomach while lying in your lap - you name it 
one of his favorite ways is to use just a teeny tiny bit of his electricity, making the ticklish that much more unbearable 
we all know his love language is physical touch, so he just can’t help himself really
but don’t even think about tickling him. boy will practically screm bloody murder and literally run away from you like a child running away from their parent when it’s time for bed 
you’re bored. so bored, in fact, that you’re even thinking about purposefully provoking your boyfriend’s explosive friend just for some entertainment. you quickly scrap the idea, not feeling like being the target of his harsh words today. 
your boredom quickly dissipates, however, as the yellow locks of your boyfriend come into view. he’s chatting animatedly with kirishima and sero, his back facing you. you put a finger to your lips as a pair of red eyes look at you curiously. luckily, the redhead understands and says nothing as you sneak up to the table they’re currently seated at. 
“hey, babe!” you greet loudly, your voice dripping with fake innocence. 
before he can turn around, your hands are at his sides, pinching and poking with all their might. an odd sound - something between a gasp and a grunt - escapes your boyfriend at the feeling and he flails his arms, desperately trying to escape your hold. 
you underestimated just how ticklish your electric partner is, it seems. because before you can dodge it and sero can warn you, denki pushes his chair backward, knocking you over in the process. your boyfriend whips around immediately at the sound of your body colliding with the floor. 
“oh my god, baby, i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean—” his apology trails off at the sound of your loud laughter. 
you’re clutching your stomach with one hand, attempting (but to no avail) to silence your laughter with the other. denki rubs the back of his neck, eyes full of confusion, while he tries to regain his breath from your surprise attack. once again, he catches you off-guard as he crouches down next to you, his fingers finding your tickle spot with ease. 
your laughter gets louder and he smirks. “not so funny now, is it?” 
K I R I S H I M A
mans has a hardening quirk
aka he can just harden his skin, so tickling him is basically impossible 
once in awhile, when he knows you just want revenge for the times you’ve been tickled by him, he won’t activate his power 
but still, he barely chuckles, which makes you frustrated™
he doesn’t really tickle you on purpose that often tho bc that’s not manly
will tickle you accidentally while rubbing your arms or breathing on your neck while cuddling 
you’ll squirm in his hold and he will just apologize with a laugh and hold you tighter
you sigh, shuffling ever-so-slightly, stuck within your boyfriend’s tight grasp. the two of you had been cuddling on one of the sofas in the common room, but he had succumbed to his exhaustion and had fallen asleep next to you.
normally, this wouldn’t be a problem. you had no issue being his pillow once in awhile and his cute, little snores made it impossible for you to wake him. today, however, he had fallen asleep in the crook of your neck and his soft breaths were tickling you. with every exhale, your body tensed as you tried your best to remain still.
“kiri,” you whisper, his nickname slipping past your lips with gentleness. “babe, wake up.” 
he stirs at the sound of your voice, his breathing halting momentarily. you wait in suspense but he only buries his face further into your neck, a long breath fanning against your exposed skin. you squirm instinctively. your movements must have alerted something in him because he begins shuffling shortly after. 
you can’t see his face but you can tell by his breathing that he’s slowly but surely waking up. you practically hold your breath, praying that he will move before you have to voice your discomfort. unfortunately, luck isn’t on your side it seems. 
“kiri, i love you, but please move,” you plead, pushing against his chest softly. his red eyes are filled with confusion as he props himself up to look at you. “you’ve been tickling my neck for the past fifteen minutes. i was going insane.” 
he pouts then. “aw, babe, you should’ve told me. you could’ve woken me up, y’know?” 
“yeah, i know,” you sigh, rubbing your neck where his breathing had been just a few seconds prior. “i just didn’t want to wake you, is all. you’re so cute when you sleep.” 
“you’re cuter,” he quips enthusiastically, poking your nose with his index finger. “okay, your turn to cuddle me instead. i’m not ticklish so lay wherever you want.” 
M I D O R I Y A
i feel like this broccoli bean would be ticklish everywhere?
either that or he’s not ticklish at all
maybe his body’s been beaten so many times that his nerve-endings are either overly sensitive or they barely feel anything 
idk™ BUT
sweet, freckled little izuku would also not tickle you without consent
we stan a respective king 
he would be so careful to apply a little bit of a firmer pressure to not tickle you
sweetie had been to flustered to ask if you were ticklish when you first started dating and it was too late to ask now 
you’re sitting next to him on the gras outside of the doors, relishing the feeling of the nice evening air against your skin. the two of you are chatting mindlessly. well, izuku’s doing most of the talking and you’re mainly listening, but you don’t mind at all. 
his arm is grasped between your two hands as you gently trace the scattered freckles and scars adorning his skin. he had been so flustered when you had grabbed it, unable to will the redness away from his cheeks. you had only giggled in response. 
izuku didn’t know why you seemed to be so fascinated by his scars. you had always asked questions about them, wondering if he remembered where he got them. always made sure to call him handsome on days where he was particularly bothered by the markings on his body. 
he loved it. he loved you. 
but as your continue to trace them, your touch featherlight, he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine. he squirms, his hand clenching together and forming a fist. you take notice and halt your actions immediately. he turns to look at you, meeting your wide eyes. 
“did i do something wrong?” you ask quietly, feeling the guilt claw its way to your chest. 
“no!” he practically shouts, his voice a few octaves higher than normal. he clears his throat. ��n-no, you didn’t. it’s just that... heh. i’m, uh, kind of sensitive in certain spots, i guess? and while i really don’t mind you touching my scars, you were so gentle and i-i just... it tickled.”
his chin tilts toward the floor, his bashful gaze flickering away from yours. you notice the pink dusting across his freckled cheeks but decide not to point it out, desperate to make your boyfriend feel at ease again. 
“zuku, say that next time! i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to tickle you. i didn’t even know you were ticklish, to be honest.”
he rubs his neck, peering over at you once again. he grins sheepishly. “i-i never told you, i guess. usually, i’m able to resist the urge to squirm, um, like that.”
“you’re so cute!” you gush, grabbing ahold of his hand once again. “i’m ticklish too, y’know. but i’ll let you find my tickle spots on your own.”
and, for the umpteenth time that night, your boyfriend blushes as he thinks about exploring your body to find your very own tickle spots. 
T O D O R O K I 
we all know he had a shitty childhood fck u endeavor
he never had tickle fights with his parents or siblings when he was little
so poor bby probably doesn’t even know he’s ticklish until you accidentally find his weak spot one day
let’s say you’re both cuddling in your bed right?? and things are getting a little heated 
so,,, you detach your lips from his, placing a kiss on his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck
and let me tell you - this poor boy doesn’t know what to do 
he tenses up immediately, slamming his chin down to protect his exposed neck, his jaw banging against your nose in the process 
“y/n!” he calls out immediately, chest heaving, his body still tense as if on high alert. he reaches out to you when he spots you holding your nose, your brows furrowed in discomfort. “i’m so sorry. i don’t— are you alright?” 
you nod, releasing a hum to confirm your response. your nose is throbbing, but when you open your eyes and meet shoto’s wide bicolored ones, your pain subsides quickly. poor boy looks so helpless - torn between reaching out for you and distancing himself. 
“hey, sho, it’s okay. i’m alright,” you remove your hand clutching your nose to shoot him a smile but you stop midway, noticing the crimson liquid on your palm. 
“you’re bleeding,” your boyfriend observes quietly, the guilt obvious in his voice. “i hurt you. i’m so sorry. i... what you did made me feel weird and my body just reacted. i, uh, i’m sorry.” 
he scrambles out of your bed, reaching for the box of tissues he knows you have stashed in your desk. he hands you a handful of them, awkwardly lingering by the foot of the bed as you wrap the paper over your nose, clamping your fingers shut around it.
you shake your head with a gentle laugh. “sho, it’s okay. i didn’t know you were ticklish there. i can’t really control what my body does when i’m tickled either, so i don’t blame you.” 
“ticklish?” he repeats aloud, almost as if testing out the word. 
you nod, the innocence of your boyfriend once again surprising you. you feel your heart ache slightly at the thought of him not knowing what the action is. had nobody ever touched him enough for him to find his tickle spots? 
“yeah. most people are ticklish somewhere on their body. usually either on their waist, their armpits, feet or neck - like you. it’s normal. typically, when people are touched where they’re ticklish, they’ll squirm and laugh.” 
he nods and you remain quiet as he processes the information. then, much to your bewilderment, he leans forward and grabs ahold of your side with his fingertips. he pinches gently and you jerk, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend smiling harmlessly. 
“so, is that your tickle spot, then?”  
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