#-holds onto this headcanon for dear life- I'VE HAD THIS FOR A WHILE AND I LOVE HIM.....

[honeyhotteoks]

i NEED your thoughts on priest!yunho like.... please, all my mind does is wonder about yunho using his power to bring a girl under his powerful spell... I NEED HIM BIBLICALLY

idk if you remember me but ✨anon is back !!!

oh my gosh hi ✨ anon!! i def remember you, i hope you've been well!

okay so priest!yunho is actually so dear to me i cannot even articulate it i have like sixteen different ideas and i honestly think at some point it will develop into a full fic however.............. further thoughts under the cut

priest!yunho x married!reader drabble; 1.7K words warnings: lots of angst, pining, and blasphemy, questionable use of a confessional, oral (f receiving)

note: okay so here's the thing about priest!yunho, and yunho in general, while i think he deeply has the capacity for very real dom/sub dynamics etc., when it comes to the idea of him being catholic or him being a priest in the fic, i think of him less bringing a girl under his spell and more being brought under a spell and tempted away by reader. certainly that's not an original idea, that's very fleabag-esque and i've mentioned that headcanon before, but i do think that would be very true to him. so given that...................

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Yunho is new to the parish, and he's still somewhat new to this. A young priest in his early thirties moving to a new place to fill the role of someone who was once a big fixture in the community there. He's admittedly a bit nervous, and he's trying his hardest to get this right. He's had a long and complicated past coming to the vocation, and he feels like he's finally found his path, so he wants to do things the right way.

But despite all of that...... there's you. And you're married of course, you come to church with your husband, but you smile up at him during services and ask after him in quiet moments whenever you volunteer, and there's just something about the way you move in the world that makes him want to follow. But he doesn't, because you're married and for all intents and purposes so is he.

That is until things start to change. You start to miss Sunday services more often and when you are there you seem withdrawn. Your husband no longer sits snugly beside you with an arm around you shoulders, instead you sit side by side with six inches between you. Space that seems to be growing week after week, and Yunho can't help but notice. He can't help but wonder what it is that's troubling you so and driving a wedge deeply into your marriage, and it's not his place and he shouldn't ask..... but he does.

As you leave service one day, he slips a note into your palm, pressing your hand tightly closed so no one can see it and with a pleading expression he bids you not to open it until you're alone. He doesn't know what's happening at home, he can't be sure, but he's worried and if you're unsafe the last thing he's going to do is be the cause of more pain in your life.

It's simple though - a phone number scrawled out hastily next to a note. If you ever need a friend, you have one in me.

It takes you weeks to call, but it feels finally like someone's thrown you a lifeline and you grab onto it with both hands.

It starts simply enough, truly innocent when he offers you coffee and a safe place to sit by his side in the chapel. He's an ear at first, just listening and nothing more. You confess to him how hard things have been at home, how your relationship has grown strained, more like two passive strangers than a committed husband and wife. You admit you've thought about divorce, and you know deep down your husband has been cheating on you. You've seen enough little signs and found enough evidence, and it used to hurt but now it just feels empty, and you've never said that out loud to another person except to him.

He listens and he holds your hand, and he gives you a safe place every few days to just be. And all the while he tries desperately to convince himself that the growing love he feels for you isn't romantic love at all, it isn't deep and intrinsic and as essential to him as breathing.... it's friendship. And all the while you tell yourself that the feelings you have for this man aren't real, they're a product of kind attention, validation and support you're not getting at home.

Things change when the visits turn from morning coffees to a shared glass of something stronger in the evenings. Things change when he casually admits that of course he feels attraction for people, priests aren't blind, but they've committed themselves to a different kind of life. Things change when he holds you close one night, your chest wracked with tears after a particularly nasty fight with your husband, seeking Yunho's warmth and his calm.

When you finally decide to do the unthinkable, really and truly divorce your husband, the day happens around you like a whirlwind. You serve him the papers, and he replies with the most hurtful thing he ever could - an accusation that you and the parish priest have become a little too friendly. People have seen you around town, around the church, early mornings and late nights, and all the little whispers of gossip have made it so that despite having done nothing but yearn for each other, everyone has all but confirmed an affair.

The words exchanged are cruel, and you find yourself stumbling into the confessional with more anger than you've ever felt in your life. and Yunho doesn't understand why you even want to use the booth at first, you've never expressed any real interest in the more traditional aspects of the church, but you're here and your begging him and all he can do is agree.

"Bless me father, for I have sinned," You manage through hazy tears, "I can't tell you how long it's been since my last confession, I don't know, I don't remember,"

"y/n," Yunho's voice is so soft, so tender, approaching you like someone might approach a wounded animal, "you don't have to do this,"

"Stop it, stop it!" Your fists tighten, nails pressing into your palms, "Don't be nice to me right now, I can't... I don't deserve that,"

"You always deserve kindness," He says through the slats and you hear him shift in his seat.

"Not today," You scrub a hand over your face, clearing away tracks of wet tears.

"Please," He shifts again, and you can picture him clearly, leaning towards you with that gentle expression you love so much, "talk to me, I'm here,"

"I've sinned," You clench your hands tighter, sticking to the script that was drilled into you in childhood.

"y/n," He murmurs.

"Father," You cut his words off, "you're not my friend, you're my priest. Are you going to take my confession or not?"

He's silent, so silent you fear for a moment that he's gone, and then you hear a heavy sigh, "I'm listening."

Your hands relax a little, your eyes going unfocused as you try to find the words. You came here in a blaze of anger but here, next to him, in front of him, hearing his breath through the wall, you don't know how to articulate all the feelings roiling deep in your chest.

Your soon to be ex-husband's words loop in your ears - You're a disgrace. You could have fucked anyone like a normal person, but him?

Words tumble from your lips, "I'm a liar,"

Yunho stays quiet.

"I've been lying to... everyone. To him, to my friends, myself, I've been lying to you," Your breath feels thready.

"About what?" He prompts you, "I'm listening,"

You push past it, heat filling your cheeks again, anger curling in your gut, "I've coveted,"

He hums softly, acknowledging your words.

"I left him," You take a sharp inhale, a tight sob caught in your throat.

"What?" You hear him shift again on the other side of the thin wood wall.

"I got an apartment, I found a lawyer, I figured it all out and I... I gave him the papers," You can feel the way your husband pushed you back into your chair, his tone harsh and cutting, the way he told you he'd take you for everything you were worth not the other way around.

Yunho's silent still.

"I tried to leave," You sob, "I tried to be the adult and end it easily, I tried to do the right thing, he's the one who's been cheating, he's been lying. He's been... he's not a good husband, and I... I just..."

"Shh, shh," He shushes softly through the wall, and you can practically feel the tension from him even with the wall between you as he tries to parse through your words, "breathe,"

"He knows about us," The words keep coming now, and you hear his little intake of breath but there's nothing more as you let it all come, "he knows I come here, everyone knows. Everyone. He said it's obvious, that I'm the one who's been cheating, that I... I broke our vows in the w-worst way, that it's an open secret. Everyone thinks I got b-bored, that I seduced you,"

Your heart is pounding in your ears, "And it's a rumor, it's just a rumor, but the thing is,"

You hear him shift again in the confessional next to you, the only sign he's still here.

"I do want you," You drop your head into your hands, "I've lied to you since the start, I wanted a friend, but I've wanted you too,"

"y/n," He's so quiet you almost miss it.

"And if everyone thinks what they think," You're dizzy, blood rushing in your ears, "then it's true, only I never, we never... I've ruined your life and mine and I've never even gotten to really touch you, and it's wrong, I know it's wrong, but you're all I think about. It's killing me, this is killing me, and I can't,"

The door to the confessional is suddenly open, your words dying on your lips as the equilibrium of the little room changes. He's on you in a second, dropping to his knees before you, gathering you close in his arms and his lips on yours like he's done it a thousand times before. He presses up into your space, your legs parting open as wide as the narrow walls allow to slot his body perfectly between your thighs.

You suck in a harsh breath against his lips, tears still caught in your throat, and Yunho shakes his head, his forehead leaning against yours as he breaks the kiss, "Shh," he eases you, "I've got you,"

A sick, hot thrill rolls through you, "Yunho," his name a whine on your lips.

"I'm here," He whispers it like a promise, like he's yours, not God's.

His hands push at your skirt, rucking it up higher on your hips and maneuvering your body until you're slipping forward on the confessional seat with your hips tilted up.

"My sweet girl," He groans against your lips, fingers tugging your panties roughly to the side so he can slip the pad of his thumb over your swollen clit.

It's unholy, it's debauched, it's everything you dreamt up in your deepest fantasies when you touched yourself in bed, but if your life in this little town is really over you need it to have at least been real. You need him to have been real, even once. Just once.

"God," He chokes against your mouth as his fingers sink inside you, finding your slit slick and body trembling, "oh, God,"

It sounds so different on his lips, and you stifle a moan into his neck when he hits a particularly sensitive place inside you.

"Shh," He hushes you again, pressing one more kiss to your lips before he drops lower between your thighs and hitches your legs up and over his shoulders.

His tongue finds your core and you see colors. He kisses your cunt with a desperate, hungry need and you know with perfect clarity that it wasn't all in your mind. He's wanted too, he's needed you too.

His hands are hot on your hips, your fingers knotted in his hair, and you let him consume you, completely and wholly.

You come hard on his tongue, biting down on your lip enough to draw blood to stay quiet, and you think that nothing in the world would ever feel this good if it wasn't sacred.

It couldn't.

[igncrxntripley]

here's a request for cody cause i've been feral for him since the legacy days: american nightmare cody looks very strict, and that translates into his relationship as well (very grumpy x sunshine trope). one night during raw, the reader was acting bratty/sassy cause why not and cody was having none of it. he was actively ignoring them as they pulled lightly on his sleeve to get attention. but as the generous lover he is, he did give them attention when they got home

attention

a/n: made these into headcanons bc for some reason those just process through my brain better...let this hold you over while i work on more secret weapon/deal with a demon

mentions: NSFW 18+, bratty!reader, sub!reader, fem!reader, top!cody, dom!cody, brat tamer!cody, mention of overstim, oral, mention of female anatomy, slight degredation, mentions of marks/hickies on reader, alludes to multiple orgasms

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you loved cody. he worked hard to get where he was today, and he still managed to take care of you on a regular basis as if you were the most important thing in the world. it was the one time a week where his undivided attention couldn't be on you and you weren't a fan of that.

granted, cody spent every other waking minute paying attention to you. you should've been able to handle a few hours a week where he was working. but then again, there was something about cody at work that drove you even crazier than normal. it may not have been the right time, but you were going to make sure he knew you wanted him to give you the time of day.

nights that cody worked meant cody in a suit...holy fuck, did you love him in a suit. he knew it drove you crazy and would often as you for your opinion on his outfit, but you were always going to tell him it looked good.

let's be real - you're hanging on cody's arm for dear life the next time you go to work with him. every time you're near him you're holding his hand or leaning against his shoulder, looking at him with big eyes and practically begging for him to pay attention to you. was it bratty of you? yes...did you care? not at the moment.

cody knew the exact game you were playing; unfortunately for you, he could play that much harder and he began to ignore you. every time you said his name or held onto him, he'd simply act like you weren't even there.

by the end of the night though once you got back to the hotel, cody made up for everything that he'd done. he'd push you against the wall of the hotel room, a long hand lightly wrapped around your throat with the other holding your hip in his grasp as he kisses you.

"you really were a little brat tonight, flower." he'll whisper against your lips - that alone is enough to make you shudder against his touch and wrap your arms around his muscular body. this alone asserts the dominance he has over you, but you love every second of it.

cody has you under such a (figurative, lightly literal) chokehold that you can barely find the words to answer him. you can manage a nod and eye contact, but that's not enough for him; he needs to hear you. "nuh uh, babygirl. use your words."

as he's backing you up to the bed and straddling you, his hands running wild over what belonged to him to feel every curve of your body, you manage to squeak out a small answer for him - "needed you...missed you..."

cody will roll his eyes as he takes off the outer layers of his suit and feels your skirt off of your body so he can touch what had been hidden to him throughout the night. his fingers will touch and tease as if you're the most delicate thing cody's ever had under his grasp, taking his time to remove each article of your clothing as well as his own.

"needed me so bad that you couldn't be patient for a couple of hours while daddy worked?" he'll mumble against your skin as he kisses down your body - cody loves to leave marks, so you can guarantee he's placing those across your chest, stomach, and thighs as his way of marking what's his.

before you know it, cody would have his head between your legs, his arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you steady, and his mouth will make itself right at home against your center.

squirming, whining, absolutely writhing under his tongue as he knows exactly how to tease you - but cody isn't going to go easy on you. he'll keep you on the edge until he hears those sweet words and decides he's good and ready to let you release all over his face the way he likes it.

"fuck...fuck! daddy, please? please baby, i need it. please let me cum?"

cody will give you a nod and a gentle tap on the thigh to let you know you're allowed; he works you through every second of it, cleans you up with his tongue, but notices as you relax against the bed sheets with a smile on your face that you think you're done for the night. you've gotten what you wanted...so that means it's time to turn it in...right?

"not so fast, babygirl. i don't think we're anywhere near done."

[6-atlas-6]

Vincent headcanons

- General + a bit of nsfw at the end -

(I had to put it under the cut shit got way too long)

When he first turned he did in fact try to turn into a bat before Will laughed and told him he couldn't (he was very sad)

In public events/spaces he literally just clings onto Lovely the whole time. It's not cause he's antisocial, he just doesn't like being too far away from them at any time

Vincent has Will help plan Lovely's birthdays which always results in them being extremely over the top

I've said this before but he loves vampire media and shit. He's read Dracula and Carmilla and the other classic vampire books like that and he absolutely loves them despite the inaccuracy

Yes he has seen castlevania, yes he adores it.

Him and Lovely always take baths/showers together. It's not a sexual thing either, they just like washing each other's hair

He doesn't own a single item of clothing in the color blue

He owns one of those fancy flowy robes. Yk the ones everyone associates with the movie wives that killed their husbands

Everyday he puts Lovely's pajamas in the dryer so that they're warm when they go to sleep

Mango flavored things are his favorite

Slow dancing with lovely in the middle of the day when they're both tired, should be asleep, and giggling up a storm before inevitably tripping over something and them both falling? I think yes.

Nsfw

MDNI blah blah anyways

Yes we get it he eats it like it's his last meal, but he definitely gets just as much (if not more) pleasure out of it than Lovely does

He always says he's gonna "punish" Lovely but he never actually ends up going through with it. As soon as he hears their beautiful voice begging for him inside of them he folds so quick

He gets incredibly turned on seeing Lovely aggressive or assertive. Imagine someone insulted Vincent or smth and Lovely yelled at them to defend him? He is internally (s)creaming

Bite him on the thigh. I dare you. He will moan so loud half of Dahlia could probably hear

When it comes to being dominant Vincent is definitely more gentle. He spends every second praising Lovely and telling them how good they are for him

When it comes to being submissive, this bitch wants anything but gentle. He wants them to wrap their hand around his neck and tell him how much of a slut he is while he holds onto the bed sheets for dear life

Body worship 100%. He adores how Lovely looks all the time but seeing them naked above/below him shaking in pleasure makes him go insane and he WILL vocalize all of those thoughts

Getting more into sub Vincent here but he's literally worshiping the ground lovely walks on at this point

He's begging, kissing up their leg, laying his head on their thigh whining and pleading up at them, everything

He would literally finish just from Lovely using his mouth without even touching himself

Anyways that's it for now

[moonpiett]

Headcanons of watching movies/ shows with Leon

This is heavily inspired by the fact that I've been sitting on my ass and watched 3 seasons of game of thrones in 2 days.

Also requests are open! Currently working on a Death island leon fic/ headcanons

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It all started like any other day, it was a Friday night and you and leon has just gotten the break that you both desperately needed. None of you had the energy to go out for a romantic dinner, so why not relax at home and order some take out.

While leon has gone inside to freshen up tou decided to start browsing for some shows, that's when you found the one (what ever show/movie you want it to be)

Not long after leon finaly comes back with a towel in on his head fully dressed. He sees what you have on the TV and with one look, he was already hooked.

The two of you would sit down on your asses for HOURS watching episode after episode and season after season.

There would be moments in the show where the main character has a touching moment with a parent/ friend, and you couldn't help but start to tear up every so often when that would happen.

While it took a little bit more for leon to start the water works, when ever you would start to get emotional over a scene he would IMEADTLY take notice. In that moment all he would do was move closer to you and wrap his arm arround you while his hand caressed your shoulder.

Leon might not be good with his words, but he tried his best for you.

If you and leon were to ever get addicted to watching a TV show/ movie series it would be like clock work for you both. Wake up watch TV, eat and sleep ofcourse all while sitting close to eachother and making your own commentary about the show.

If it's a horror movie u best belive that Leon is going me ve the type that would say "there's no need to be scared him right here" and then ends up being the one cuddled up in your arms while waiting for the next jumpscare to happen. It's absolutely adorable. "Oh don't worry, nothis going to happen now, the ghost just killed someone so it should be some time befo-" and just like that the ghost popped up again catching you both off guard but this time you were equally as scared and holding onto leon for dear life.

You can not tell me this man wouldn't love a good rom com every once in a while and ESPICALY if it's one of those rom coms that's self aware.

"I CANT HE JUST DID THAT AFTER ALL THEY HAVE BEEN THROUGH"

" EXACTLY! he's such an ass hole, and how in the world did she not see all the red flags, the girls colour blind"

Leon would always make sure to give his two sence about the conflict in those types of movies.

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I had so much fun writing this and still have more so I'm probably going to make a part 2 of this soon!

[bite-sized-devil]

hi sweet pea!! For the headcanon meme I’m thinking Asmo? (Yes he’s all I’ve thought about this week I can’t help it anymore 💀)

∇ - old age/aging headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

I hope you enjoy your days off!! 💛

Max my darling, I'm so sorry this took me so long. I have no excuses besides the obvious, I suck! 😭😭 I hope you like it! 🌻🌻

Warning: 18+ content below MDNI. I did try to keep the sex headcanon gender neutral for both Asmo and MC. Also consensual recording obviously. (I heard you the other day random anon with your clit and pussy Asmo so hopefully you can enjoy this too 💕)

Character Headcanons

Asmodeus:

Old age/aging headcanon:

Watching you grow old has been a privilege. He's loved every second of it. You are just as beautiful to him now as the day you met all those years ago.

He loves running his fingers through the streaks of grey in your hair. Kissing the wrinkles around your eyes, proof to him that he's made you laugh and kept you smiling your long life together.

If he could have had you for an eternity he would have, but he wouldn't trade the life he had with you for anything. Your soul will return to his in your next life, of that he is sure. He's been alive for a millenia, he can wait for you again.

Angry/violent headcanon:

"Holy shit, holy SHIT!" Mammon cries as he rushes into your room, slamming and locking the door behind him. "I've never seen him this mad before! MC please, ya gotta hide me!"

Mammon is frantically opening up your cupboard doors and throwing your clothes onto floor. Yes like that's not an obvious enough hiding spot.

"Mams what is-!" you're about to ask him what is going on, trying to pull him back out of the closet when you're cut off by the sound of your bedroom door getting blown off its hinges and smashing to floor.

It's Asmo standing in your doorway, looking deadly in his demon form. Gorgeous as always but the air around him is thick with fury. The look he's giving mammon would kill you out right if he was directing it at you. Speaking of Mammon, he's currently trying to shield himself with your body. Typical.

"MAMMON! THAT WAS LIMITED EDITION YOU IDIOT... Oh hi MC darling, you look absolutely radiant today... DOES YOUR PEA SIZED BRAIN EVEN COMPREHEND THE MEANING OF THOSE WORDS? THERE ARE ONLY THREE IN EXISTENCE!!" He pauses in the middle of his yelling to acknowledgement your presence in the room before continuing his tirade of abuse.

Mammon is quaking behind you, the fact that he isn't trying to speak up for himself, even at the dig at his intelligence, tells you everything you need to know.

"Asmo, STOP!" You command, you hate using your pact on Asmo this way but you have too protect Mammon, and your room!

Sex headcanon:

A delicate hand has a firm hold on your chin making it impossible to look anywhere but forward. The big lens in front of you recording every little squirm and wiggle you make while trapped in your partner's arms.

"Look at the camera baby, don't be scared." Asmo's soft voice caresses the shell of your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine.

"I-I'm not." You stutter in response, a fresh blush blooming on your cheeks. You're not scared, you're just nervous about the camera. It's the first time you've been filmed like this; fully naked while being pleasured by your lover.

You feel the answering chuckle against your shoulder in between kisses so sweet you feel like melting into a puddle.

The hand not gripping your chin has been slipping down your shirtless torso so slow it's like torture. You can't stop a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as asmo's fingers slide down your hip and caress your inner thigh.

"P-pleeease Asmo-aahhhh." Your plea turns to a moan of pleasure. Those pretty, expert fingers have finally made their way to your sex. One of your hands fists those rose gold locks as you try and ground yourself, those soft fingers making you feel like your floating away.

"Be a dear and cum for the camera baby, need to show you how beautiful you look when you come undone under my touch."

Hope you liked reading this as much as I did writing it! I haven't written for Asmo in a while besides script fics so this was nice. I love my pretty baby <3 <3

[isara0408]

Warning: This is an one short of the massive headcanon I have between Kaga and Homu. This is more of a personal and emotional headcanon for Homu. Sorry for any mistakes! I hope you enjoy! :)

"We'll meet again, Homu. It's okay. You'll be okay without me. I'll always be by your side. Don't forget that, okay?"

Homu stared blankly at the ground as she walked. Those words, those last words that her twin sister was able to say to her before her spark in her eyes, disappeared. An image that haunted Homu for years since the accident, even in her dreams. Why did that have to happen? Why did she have to lose the other piece of her? Why?

Her train of thought got interrupted once she heard a familiar voice of a male. Her gaze lifted to spot her club leader speaking with his girlfriend, the famous Megami Saikou. The person Kaga was able to win her heart, surprisingly. By the looks of it, Kaga was rambling about who knows what while Megami listened to him with a small smile on her lips. The third floor hallways were always empty during club activities. No one really would come to the third floor for obvious and dangerous reasons.

Homu watched the power couple from a far with a blank expression she always had on her face. Kaga leaned in and pecked Megami's cheek as the two said their goodbyes. Megami walked off to do her duties while Kaga walked towards the direction of Homu, which was also the direction of the science club. Kaga smiled widely at his club member,"Morning Homu!"

"Morning."Homu replied,"I thought Megami would be busy with her duties. Not here with you."

"Oh, she had a bit of time to talk with me. We don't really see each other unless it's lunchtime or outside of school."

"Right."Homu mumbled,"Is she treating you well?"

"Of course."

"Does she show you affection?"

"Uh, yeah. Privately, she does. In public, not really. I'm mostly the one who does it."He responded, keeping the bright smile on his face.

"Does she love you?"

"Yes."

Homu stared at her leader before asking,"Are you happy?"

Kaga blinked at the unexpected questions that Homu was asking him. He nodded,"Of course I am. Megami can be hard to understand and handle, but I don't mind. I love her just the way she is. I'm happy just being by her side. In a way, she's like my other piece of me that I've been searching for. Quite cheesy, huh?"He chuckled. Homu's eyes stared at the mad scientist before her eyes softened, seeing the certain spark in Kaga's eyes.

The same one as hers.

That spark that lit up in Kaga's eyes was just like hers. That same spark that disappeared in front of her.

"Please, hang on. Please? The ambulance is coming. Just stay with me..."Homu gasped, holding onto her twin's hand. Her twin sister stared at her, gasping for air as the two were trapped in the car that was upside down. The two were lying down on their stomachs after getting out of their seat belts. Her twin sister mumbled,"Homu..."

"Please. Stay with me... we need to hold on a little longer. Please."Homu begged, ignoring the pain she was in. The only priority she had was keeping her sister awake and safe. She tightened her grip on her hand. Her twin sister kept her eyes on her, feeling her body in pain along with blood coming out from her wounds,"We... have been here for.. the past 10 minutes. I can't wait a little... longer."

"Don't say that! They're coming! Don't worry, just stay with me please! Please..."Homu cried out as her eyes watered, bringing her sister's hand closer to her face, holding onto it for dear life as her body trembled.

"I'm sorry..."Her sister whispered out.

"Please... please. S-Stay with me. I can't lose you. You're my other half, remember? We stuck together and always, remember?"

"I will always be by your side, Homu..."

"Stop it."

"You're part of me, and... I'm part of you. We are one and will always be... even if one of us dies."

"Stop it!"Homu cried out as her eyes watered more, glaring at her sister in anger,"Stop it!" Her twin smiled weakly,"You... You were always the overprotective one between us and s-stubborn, too."She reached her other hand out and placed it on top of Homu's,"We'll meet again."

Homu's lips quivered, listening to her sister,"Please..."

"We'll meet again, Homu. It's okay."

"It's not okay! I can't live without you! You're my other half! What's the point of being a twin when you're not here with me?!"Homu cried out to her as tears escaped her eyes. Her twin kept her weak smile,"You'll be okay without me... I'll always be by your side. Don't forget that, okay?..."

Homu watched her twin stare at her before the spark in her sister's eyes slowly disappeared as her grip loosened, and her body became limp as her lifeless eyes now stared at Homu.

Homu's eyes widened,"Sis?"She tug on her hand to see if she would get a reaction.

Nothing.

Homu immediately panicked,"Sis!?"She did it harder with the little strength she had left.

Nothing.

Homu's breathing immediately became unstable as tears uncontrollably dropped her cheeks before bloodly screaming her sister's name as she sobbed, holding onto her dead sister's hand.

A hand pressed against Homu's cheek. Homu blinked, watching Kaga wipe her cheek. "You're crying again."Kaga pointed out. Homu reached out to her face and touched the wet trail that was left behind by a tear,"Oh."Homu wiped off the wet trails and tears with her sleeve of her lab coat,"I apologize."

"No need. It's a normal human body function. Everyone needs to cry once in a while."Kaga smiled. Homu looked at Kaga again, seeing the same spark in his eyes of determination and passion that her twin sister once had. Immediately after, her eyes crowded up with tears again but kept her blank stare. Kaga watched the tears escape the corner of Homu's eyes.

"...May I hug you?"Homu asked.

"You don't need to ask. It's not like it's the first time you do it- Oh!"Homu wrapped her arms around the scientist's waist, giving him an embrace. She had her ear pressed against his chest.

"Guys, she's doing it again."Yaku whispered to the other two who were spying on the two,"Should I take another picture?"

"No."Horo responded, side-eyeing him.

"No need for that, Yaku. At this point, we should get used to it and not ask her about it."Meka shot Yaku a glance.

"Alright. Alright."Yaku mumbled.

Kaga wrapped his arms around her, returning the embrace. Homu listened closely to the heartbeat of Kaga's heart. The tears continuously escape her eyes, listening to the heartbeat she wished she could hear from her twin. She buried her face into the male's chest as she quietly sobbed. The only person who could hear it was Kaga. Something he was already used to, and he knew the reason why.

Kaga tightened the embrace, letting her sob.

Once the club activities were over, Homu walked down the staircase to the second floor to go to her class that was on the first floor, but she stopped when she spotted a familiar long silver hair walking down the hallway, making her way to class. Homu pulled out her phone and looked at the clock. I have a bit of time.

She put her phone away and made her way after Megami,"Saikou!"She called out to get her attention.

Megami stopped on her tracks and glanced over her shoulder to see Homu making her way towards her,"Morning Kurusu. Do you need something?"

"I want to talk to you about the relationship between you and Kaga."

"Is there a problem?"

"Not a problem. I just want to speak with you about it."

"Go on."

"Do you love him?"

Megami blinked at the question,"I beg your pardon?"

"Do you love him?"Homu repeated.

"Of course I do."

"Would you do anything in your power for him to make him happy and keep him safe?"

"Yes."Megami immediately answered.

"You wouldn't hurt him, right?"

"No. Of course not."

Homu stared at her and asked,"Would you protect him from your own family?"

Megami nodded,"Yes. I know how my family is. I won't let them interfere with my lover or even let them hurt him in any way." Before Homu could ask another question, Megami stopped her,"Why are you asking me these questions?" Homu paused for a moment before speaking,"The science club is the closest thing I have as a family. I have my parents as well, but that's another story. The science club is the only people I hang out with and stick with during the school hours and outside of campus. Kaga, Horo, Yaku, and Meka are my family. I can't bear the thought of them being hurt in any way possible. Kaga is like a brother to me. He reminds me so much of someone whom I adored and admired. You make him happy, and he loves you. I don't want him to be heartbroken because of you, so I have a request for you."

Megami remained quiet, letting Homu continue.

"Take good care of him, please. I understand Kaga can be unpredictable, a maniac, and well, dangerous, but he has a good heart... somewhere."Homu explained to her, keeping her eyes glued to the tall woman,"Just don't hurt him."

A small smile formed on Megami's lips,"Don't worry, I'll take good care of him."

Homu stared at her to see if she was serious. She let out a deep sigh once she confirmed that Megami was being serious,"Thank you."

Megami nodded,"Want me to walk you to class? It's already late. I don't want the teacher to be mad at you."

"Yes, please."Homu nodded and gave her a small bow,"Thank you."

The two stood next to each other and started to walk to Homu's classroom.

I would do anything to make him happy and make sure that spark never leaves.

"Homu!"

Homu turned her head to spot Kaga walking towards her and the group as they were sitting down at a round table in the plaza to eat their lunch.

Sure, he can be unpredictable, a maniac, dangerous, a hazard, and strange.

Kaga sat down on the empty spot they had for him. Horo glanced down at the bento Kaga placed on the table,"I see you're finally eating." Kaga sighed deeply,"I have to eat, or else Megami will be angry at me if I don't try to eat something."

"I know how that feels."Horo shot a quick glance at Yaku. Yaku ate his bento peacefully,"Your body needs food, Horo. Without it, it won't have enough energy to function."He explained, having his eyes glued onto his bento.

"Yeah. Yeah."Horo rolled his eyes as he started to eat his bento. Meka swallowed her food and tsked,"What a waste of time. Sometimes, I wish I was a mega robot. I don't have to worry about my human needs anymore."

Homu listened to them as she put a piece of her food in her mouth and chewed on it. "How was class?"Kaga asked Homu. Homu swallowed her food and looked at Kaga,"It was boring. Most of the topics she teaches us, I already know, so it was quite boring to sit there until lunch time."

"Me too, but I had time to sketch out a new gadget to make! Do you want to hear about it?!"Kaga smiled widely at Homu as his eyes sparked. Homu stared at her leader and nodded. Kaga gasped happily before immediately started to ramble about the new gadget he planned and sketched out during class.

Homu listened to him.

Her spark, passion, and determination faded away from me within seconds. Something I wish I could unsee from my mind. I miss her. I really do. Every single day, I wish that she was here to see what I've accomplished during my years of still being alive. I've been so focused on building a robot that resembles her to bring her back to me. A goal I've put on myself, but...

Homu stared at the scientist next to her, who was still explaining to her his new gadget idea.

Her spark, passion, and determination are within Kaga. Something I thought I've never see again. He has it. I may not have my other half with me. I'm never going to see her again. A piece of me went with her that day, but maybe she was right. I'll be okay without her. She will always be by my side in different ways without me knowing or realizing it at first.

Kaga continued to ramble about his new idea before showing Homu a sketch of it that he did on a paper during class.

Her spark will remain on this earth as long as I remember her every single day.

Kaga looked at Homu with his wide smile as his eyes sparked with passion and determination.

His bright spark will remain bright as it is now as long as I live,

A small smile formed on her lips.

And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

[qirkbrn-a]

Kaminari IS trans (FTM) and is STILL in the process of transitioning. He’s pretty open about it to his friends and will answer whatever questions they have for him. His teachers also know about this, his parents on the other hand? Absolutely not. (IT’S NOTHING ABOUT HIS PARENTS- HE’S JUST A COWARD) He pretty much relies on his sister (and probably the teachers) to help him out wherever he can get it.

[old-poptart]

Hey!!! How are you?

⠀

Can I request Hanako-Kun, Akane Aoi (boy), and Tsukasa with a S/O that was isekai'd? Like... she came from our world and I don't know how she ended up in TBHK...

I don't know if you'll like this request... But... I always imagine that I don't know why...

a/n: Hello!! im doing good!! how are you? I've actually written out this exact same idea a while ago heheh- onto the headcanons!!

warnings: none that I can think of

Hanako 🌺, Akane Aoi 👓, and Tsukasa 🥀 with an s/o who got isekai'd (female):

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Hanako 🌺:

"and what's a pretty girl like you doing here?"

you were just watching tbhk on your bed, the scene where yashiro found hanako's fish scales. but, you felt your phone getting hotter, so hot it was unbearable to touch. you threw it on the ground, hoping it didn't crack.

you peeked over your bed just to see your phone going beserk. it was flipping around until it landed screen side up, showing a weird mixture of green, purple, and pink. you got closer to your phone, about to touch it to see if it was safe.

next thing you knew, you were being shooken awake by two familiar looking characters. "is she ok??" "how did she get here??" you jolted up, coughing as if a lump was in your throat.

"don't tell me you swallowed it--" the familar looking ghost boy blurted out, examining you. you had no idea what you swallowed, you didn't even remember what was in your mouth. you nod nervously, anxiety taking you over.

"what did i even swallow??-" you stand up, it felt like waking up from a long nap and you're confused and sweaty. hanako then pulled out the fish scale from the tiny bag, explaining it's curse and you're now to be bound to him.

you pass out again, only to wake up in a fish tank. "tada!" hanako cheerfully exclaimed, holding you in front of a mirror. this felt like a fever dream now. hanako notices your panic and informs you that you can turn back the way you were.

"please!! turn me back, i wanna be human again!!" you splashed in the water, you would do anything to get back to your normal self. hanako giggled as he was splashed, finding your willingness cute. "very well then, as your form of payment..."

he took another scale, placing it on his tongue and said "you'll use your body~.." "HUH-" your little scales heated up at his words. he swallowed the fish scale, causing you to fall out of your fish tank and return to your normal self again.

you hugged yourself in relief, releasing a big sigh. that moment soon ended as hanako leaned in closer to you, whispering in your ear "it's time to pay dear~.." you gasped, not knowing what to do. hanako then got up and said "time to clean!" in a chipper, childlike voice. you were flabbergasted, eyes widened.

"what? were you imagining something dirty~?" hanako teased, snickering. "NO-" you stood up, face heated up. "you're so dirty minded! i should call you my little pervert~" that earned him a hard punch in the side, hanako grasping at his injury. you realized now that you two were bounded, this'll be fun.

every day from now on, you were finding how to get back to your normal life but at the same time wanting to stay. during this time, hanako has become your beloved boyfriend. he's still the same short pervert, but he protects you from all the supernaturals in the school. can't have his sweetheart hurt now, can we~?

Tsukasa 🥀:

"looks like we have a new visitor~"

you were at a sleepover with a couple cousins. you were all catching up on tbhk since one of them got you all into it. the tv was the choice of viewing the anime. you were on the bean bag and the others were either on the floor or bed.

everyone was fangirling about their favorite characters, you were as well. tsukasa was your favorite, he was perfect in your head. "wait! i forgot my popcorn!!" one of your cousins yelled out, the others copying. you already had yours with you, so no need to get any.

all of your cousins went to the kitchen to make popcorn as you stayed in the comfy chair. the tv was paused on a scene with tsukasa in the broadcasting room. you were now left alone, monitoring the tv so it doesn't turn off.

you started to notice that it was glitching a bit, the tv was new so it shouldn't do that. you attempted to unpause and pause but it was frozen. you furiously clicked on the remote's buttons, not a single thing working. you tried the tv's buttons and unplugged and plugged the tv, nothing.

the glitching got worse until you saw tsukasa's arm poking out of the tv, grabbing onto yours and dragging you into the screen. you resisted a bit, not knowing if you should or not. you were finally in the broadcasting room itself.

you tried not to stumble over your own feet and trip. you looked around to see tsukasa still holding your hand, having his grin plastered on his face, natsuhiko and sakura staring at you in shock.

"tsukasa what did you do?" sakura asked in her monotone voice, looking over at the both of you. you looked at tsukasa in shock and disbelief, you were finally holding your fictional crush's hand?! "nothing~!" his grin still plastered on his face.

"this seems like nothing to you?" sakura pointed to you with a blank, unreadable expression. natsuhiko ran up to you, grabbed your free hand and kissed it. "it's nice seeing another girl around here~ though m'lady is just enough for me~" he gestured back to sakura, expression still unreadable.

"what the crap is going on??" you asked to no one specially, more like to yourself. before you knew it, tsukasa gave you a big hug. you of course hugged back, realizing his grip is super strong.

"we're gonna have so much fun!" he said as he released you. you nodded slowly, not fully understanding what he meant by 'fun'. you could practically see the murderous intention in his eyes.

tsukasa would always be touching you, no matter what. carrying him, hugging, holding hands, there's not a single moment when you two aren't touching. he doesn't want his sweet thing to go now :(, he wants you to stay forever with him~

Akane Aoi 👓

"y'know, marrying you wouldn't be so bad"

it was 3rd period and you finished all of your school work on your laptop, and you decided to treat yourself to watch some anime in your free time. that anime being tbhk. you plugged in your headphones and clicked on your streaming service.

the school wifi being absolute trash, you groaned at the little buffering circle until the screen finally loaded. you then clicked on where you left off. you were at when aoi and akane were at the gardening club.

after a few seconds, your screen blacked out. your battery was at a high percentage, you closed most of your windows, what could be wrong? you assumed it was the crappy wifi and restarted the page. well, that didn't help at all.

you cursed to yourself, knowing that you can't do much. you started to take notice that little things from your desk were going missing. little wrappers, papers, etc. you then saw your favorite pencil being sucked in, you making an attempt to save it. "hey my pencil-" you whispered sadly to yourself in defeat.

you started to notice that your sleeve was being sucked in. panicking, you ask to be excused to the bathroom but your scummy teacher said no since you used up all of your bathroom passes for the semester. you rolled your eyes and tried pulling out your sleeve.

strength didn't work unfortunately, your arm was slowly being consumed by your laptop. luckily you sat in the back of the class so no one saw this mess. you just decided to accept it just to get out of this sticky class.

you soon were in a black void, but quickly thrown into s different world. you stumbled over and scraped your knee, pants ripped in the process. you inhaled sharply at the slight sting as you got up to see two familiar figures.

"are you ok??" "who are ya? don't you dare try laying a finger on aoi-" akane whipped out his bat as if it was a pocket knife. you put your hands up in defense, not wanting to get hurt. "chill out-" you placed your hand on your injured knee, a bit of blood transferring to your palm.

"oh jeez- we need to get you to the nurse!" aoi looked at your hand with worry, trying to help you walk to the nurse. akane quickly stopped her though.

"wait aoi!- let me take her, i don't want you to dirty your hands and for her to take your precious time out of your day" akane grabbed onto your arm, quickly escorting you to the nurse's office.

at your stay in Kamome Gakuen academy, you started to notice that akane started to pay attention to you more and start to forget about aoi, heck he started to try some subtle pick up lines on you. he would even buy you some gifts here and there, maybe dating him isn't so bad~

SRRY THAT THIS CAME OUT A LIL LATE- HOPE YOU ENJOY!

-ooga :D

[asmo-ds]

I've seen alot of headcanons about Simeon turning into a demon, but how would everyone react if Luke managed to turn himself into a demon 🤔 Like maybe he didn't amount up to Celestial Standards (I headcanon the Celestial realm is kinda weird due to the events of the anelic event) and then he made some type of minor violation and they kicked him out of heaven to avoid the possibility of him growing up to be undesirable in the Celestial Realm

When a Child Falls

Luke-centric ANGST & FLUFF

Warnings: Pain, falling from heaven, Luke hurting :(

Summary: After failing to live up to the standards of his superiors Luke is kicked out of the Celestial Realm and becomes a demon. Luckily for him the exchange program had given him so many new and old friends who wanted nothing but to help the poor child despite any bitter past they may have had with him

a/n: i was gonna do headcanons but then i was like what if i make a whole one shot about him falling and everyone helping him adjust to his new life and uh yea <3

Also this didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to but demon brothers comforting a fallen Luke >>>>>>>

He tugged on his own arm, begging for the elder angel to release him and give him a second chance, his once hopeful blue eyes filled with tears and terror. 

“Stop, I swear I just need more time, PLEASE!” Luke cried, punching the elder’s arm and attempting to pry his wrinkly hands from Luke’s small forearm. The elder yanked Luke’s arm harder, resulting in a distressed cry from the short blond.

Luke tried to steady his breathing as they approached the boundaries of the Celestial realm, where he was to be pushed off for his failure to earn his wings in a timely manner. The Celestial realm saw him as useless and decided they would be better off discarding a weak angel like himself.

“LET HIM GO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Luke could hear Simeon’s breaking voice screaming at the elders who held him back from Luke to prevent any interference, “JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE PLEASE,” he begged to which the elder finally agreed and the two embraced tightly. “Luke you listen to me, you get to the Devildom you go STRAIGHT to Lucifer, he helped his brothers and himself through his fall he can help you, please, trust him with at least getting you through the transition then you can hate them again or whatever you want, pl-”

“I get it, Simeon, I promise I won’t let you down,” Luke interrupted, tears falling from his eyes onto Simeon’s broad shoulders. 

“Times up. Luke come to the edge, stand here,” an elder guides him into position. 

Luke’s hearing starts ringing as his adrenaline kicks in, the fear of death and disappearing from existing overwhelming him. His breathing grew fast, and before he knew it, he felt a push and wind pounding against his skin as he fell, and fell, and fell, until he saw the Devildom soil and he tensed, preparing for the worst.

Instead of hitting the ground he hears a fwoosh and finds himself caught in strong arms.

“Luke! What happened, where is Simeon? A young angel like you shouldn’t be down here all al-” Lucifer starts questioning the angel, concerned to see the small boy falling from so high. He was interrupted by a cry of agony, Luke pushed away from Lucifer, doubling over and screaming as the pain began to set in.

Lucifer recognized the transition immediately and how badly it hurt his brothers, so he gently approached the young boy, who glared at him with teary pained eyes, and he murmured a spell, before darkness washed over Luke.

- 

His innocent blue eyes fluttered open, not recognizing his surroundings, he sat up quickly, wincing and hissing as his back was suddenly filled with unbearable pain. 

Oh that’s right, I fell. They pushed me and now…His eyes snap open, remembering the feeling of falling, but nothing that happened afterward.

“I have… to find… Lucifer..” Luke spoke to himself, taking short breaks between every few words to take a painful breath, feeling his ribcage expand and contract as his wheezing continued.

“I’ve already found you, Luke, you’re in one of the bedrooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle. Please lay back and take off your shirt, your back is bound to be in a lot of pain, this serum will help.” The blond flinches as Lucifer rises from a chair next to the bed where he laid. 

Luke raises his arms and let Lucifer take off the shirt before laying on his stomach.

He hears Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as he stares in horror at Luke’s back, where wings were starting to form, dark and mangled with feathers tangled and in need of a cleaning.

So like that, Lucifer kept Luke safe and took care of him whilst the other brothers prepared a room at the House of Lamentation for him to stay.

-

“Luke, I’ve brought you some tea and cake,” Barbatos walks into the bedroom carrying some snacks and drinks for the injured boy.

“Thank you Barbatos, I missed your cooking,” Luke smiles slightly before taking a big bite of cake and groaning. “Like, I really missed it-”

“Yes, Barbatos makes splendid food, which is why I keep him around!” Diavolo winks, nudging Barbatos with his elbow a bit.

“Actually sir, you only keep me around because no other demon has been able to keep up with your antics-”

“ANYWAY, Luke your wings look like they’re growing in nicely, and so do your horns,” Diavolo walks over to examine Luke’s new form. “You’ll probably be in a lot of pain for at least a few more days, but if you want to get situated into your new home we can let you go and just check in on you everyday.”

“Uh… I don’t want to intrude at the House of Lamentation, if it’s going to be any sort of burden to them-”

“Nonsense, my brothers and I are glad to take care of you and take you in, you experienced the same fate as us, albeit for different reasons, but still, we know your pain and we want to guide you so please, Luke, let us help you,” Lucifer places a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder as he says this.

“...Okay, BUT no calling me a chihuahua- GOT IT?!” Luke pokes Lucifer’s chest aggressively and earns a hearty chuckle from him.

“I agree not to call you a dog anymore,” Lucifer laughs out, “though I cannot speak for my brothers.”

-

“I can’t believe the chihuahua of all people got kicked out…” Mammon says, still in shock that the angel who had been so determined to make people smile just a year before during the exchange program had somehow managed to get himself thrown out of heaven.

“I remember when I almost didn’t earn my wings in time,” Asmodeus shudders at the memories of being threatened with exile and constantly pushing himself way too hard, “I got so many wrinkles from the stress.”

“Luke makes good food, I’m glad he’s staying with us.” Beel’s mouth was watering as he and Mammon moved a dresser, finally finishing getting Luke’s new room in order.

“Oi, try to be sympathetic when he gets here Beel. He may be a little annoying kid but he’s going through what we went through,” Mammon scolded his younger brother, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room as each and every one of them remembers the pain they were in as their bodies morphed into those of demons.

“God is such an asshole…” Belphegor mutters, getting extremely angry the more he thinks about it.

Luke had done nothing wrong, Lilith had done nothing wrong, so why? Why would he keep getting rid of the most determined of his angels over such insignificant things?

Suddenly all their phones go off with a text from Lucifer saying he and the boy would be arriving soon. They all gathered in the entrance hall, waiting for Luke to arrive. The front door creaked open, all of the brothers standing up straighter and nervous as Lucifer stepped through the entrance with Luke just behind him. 

The brothers all gasped quietly in shock at the state of Luke. He was pale and thin and the look of complete and utter despair in his formerly innocent eyes filling the room with a depressing atmosphere.

“H-hey there Fido- I mean- Luke, how’re you feeling?” Mammon tries to start up a welcoming conversation, getting a nasty look from Lucifer, who Luke was clinging to for dear life.

“Luke! As soon as you’re feeling able to, what do you say we bake something together?” Beel smiles sweetly, most of them getting nothing but nervous looks from Luke in response to their questions.

“I’m just going to help him get settled in. Satan you’re in charge of everything else around the house while I take care of Luke and my own paperwork.” Lucifer guides Luke up the stairs.

Satan rolls his eyes but mutters a small “fine,” before the two head upstairs to the attic, where they’d set up the room to look just like the dorm he stayed in at Purgatory Hall.

“Oh wow, it feels like I’m back in the exchange program,” Luke chuckles a little, clearly faking any sort of joy.

“Luke,” Lucifer kneels down, “you are one of my brothers now, you have nothing to fear, and Simeon will be able to visit at some point-” His attempt to ease Luke’s worries is interrupted by a loud sob.

“Don’t you get it?! Michael and Simeon will never look at me the same, ever again!” Luke wails, using his sleeves to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. “All I ever wanted was to impress them! To impress God and make humans happy and protect them! But now my natural instinct to hurt humans ruins any chance of me becoming the person I’d always thought I’d be!” Luke falls to his knees, sobbing and wheezing, his vision becoming blurry as a panic attack hits him like a truck. He can barely hear anything except for Lucifer calling out a name, and all he could make out was that it wasn’t his own name. A dark figure walks into the room and Luke hears muffled voices for a minute before he is suddenly extremely calm, his eyelids growing a bit heavy and he feels exhausted.

He then realizes someone was holding him and murmuring some sort of spell, causing him to panic once more, but this time he was perfectly aware and just jumped up ready to fight.

“Hey you dirty demon! Don’t use your dark magic on me or else I’ll-”

“Pfft hahaha,” Belphegor laughs hard, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “you still look like a chihuahua when you get annoyed!” Belphie teases and Luke blushes, before running at Belphie and tackling him, leading to a wrestling match on the floor as Lucifer stands by and watches the two of them closely, to ensure nobody got hurt under his watch. 

-

Dinner was the worst, to be honest. Luke had asked Lucifer if he could cook to say thanks for taking him in, but now he sat awkwardly and all of the brothers remained quiet, watching his every move and watching him like he was an injured little puppy.

“I-is the food not good?” Luke questions looking around nervously.

“AH- no its great Fido- LUKE, ah jeez I’m getting a headache this is so hard to adjust to,” Mammon slams his head on the table, earning a glare from Asmo and Satan who he sat between.

“Anyways, I know you’ve been to the Devildom before and don’t really need a tour BUT you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg, there are so many more places to go!” Asmo smiles widely at Luke, “So let’s go together soon, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ooooh Luke, you have to tell me what Celestial Realm video games are like, GAH I wish we had waited to start a war until after the invention of video games. Anyway I got a new one so I can show you a Devildom game and-”

“Shut yer trap Levi,” Mammon leans over the table to attempt to cover Levi’s mouth.

“But let the GREAT Mammon show ya all the best spots in town~”

“NO-no do not take the child Gambling, Mammon,” Asmo smacks him.

“Asmo for all we know you’re gonna scar him and take him to a strip club,” Belphegor smirks, knowing he just started a war.

“I WOULD NEVER, COME HERE YOU BRAT,” both of them in demon forms chasing each other around the house and screaming.

Suddenly everyone hears a child’s laughter and looks at the blond who had barely even smiled since arriving.

“We can try to do everything you guys want to show me,” Luke smiles. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief seeing that Luke was feeling more comfortable around them. “Um, question though… how do I go in and out of my… demon form?” 

“HAH that’s easy, just relax and let the GREAT Mammon teach ya!”

“Mammon, not yet. Luke, I will teach you, but we need to wait a bit longer or else the pain of transforming will be unbearable for you,” Lucifer looked down at the disappointed boy.

“Oh, ok.”

“Don’t look so gloomy Fid-LUKE JEEZ LOUISE- there's a lot the GREAT Mammon can teach ya in the mean time!” Mammon stands up with a cocky smile, hands on his hips. “Think of me as ya new master and you are my apprentice!”

“NO do not think of him like that he will make you do his dirty work,” Satan says, hitting Mammon in the stomach.

“Thank you,” Luke looks at Lucifer, “thank you for taking me in, I-I know we don’t have the best past and I was super rude towards demons during the exchange program but-but I’m trying to change for you guys! Thank you!” Luke bows his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he can never go back to the way he was bringing on more tears, but they didn’t mind. They’d been through the same process. So silently they all comforted him and welcomed him into their home with  open arms.

[faulty-writes]

Hello, I have a headcanon request and it's really sad. If you don't answer this sort of stuff then I understand, but I just lost both of my dogs to poisoning and we believe it wasn't an accident. I've been switching from anger to despair for the past few days, back and forth over and over again, and I'm so sick inside knowing that the person responsible will probably get away with it.

I'd really appreciate some love and comfort from Bakugou, Tamaki, and Mirio. I'm angry and frustrated and sad, and reading and thinking about these three has been making me feel just a tiny bit better.

That sounds horrible, I'm sorry for your loss. I actually lost both my dogs to cancer a few years back. So I understand and I'm also holding onto my kitties for dear life. But I enjoy making comfort pieces, so here we go.

When you first came to Katsuki with tears running down your face, you expected it to be less awkward. But he just stood there staring and otherwise completely lost as to what he was even supposed to do or what you were upset about.

While a hothead, you knew Katsuki had a soft spot. This was especially true when it came to his friends, but he had never faced anyone with this problem before. But he did know what it felt like, at least partly, to lose someone. Especially considering his own personal experience of almost losing Best Jeanist.

He also knew what fear and sadness felt like, he had experienced those emotions more times than he wanted to admit. But still, he wasn't sure what he could possibly say when you told him you were crying because you had lost your dogs. He hadn't grown up with a pet and knew nothing of what kind of attachment you could get to them.

But he still tried, "What the hell do you want me to do?! I mean, I could blast the extra's face off who...you know...or whatever," his words were mumbled as he reached up to rub the back of his head. He knew he wasn't helping, but he knew he had to figure out a way how.

Words weren't his strong suit and while he wasn't too keen on physical affection. He did offer you a hug or rather he decided to drag you out of the classroom and down the hall, around a corner where no one was before wrapping his arms around you.

Maybe it was the fact you were so small or maybe because he knew you were hurting, but he enjoyed holding you close and gently nuzzling you with his head. He happened to tremble a little when you buried your face into his chest, but part of him knew you wanted to hide from the world.

"Maybe...I don't know what to say, damn it but..." Katsuki was a little pissed words weren't coming to him easy, but if he learned anything from Eijirou. It was to speak from your heart, "It's uh...it'll be okay and stuff just, don't let it get to you and I know it's sad and all. But we'll figure out something together, and...fuck the extras," he stated before he pulled you close once more.

"Uh...I d-don't," Tamaki was a stuttering mess whenever someone came to him with a problem, he much preferred pushing them onto Mirio, but the blond wasn't around the day you came to him which meant he had to handle it on his own.

He was always shy when it came to physical contact of any kind, he hardly welcomed a friendly touch. But when he heard the rumors of what had happened to you, part of him felt angry. Why did people, no, villains do things like this?

Still, Tamaki offered a gentle hand on your shoulder. "I-I'm sorry, um, t-that probably d-doesn't uh, f-fix anything but...y-you're sad, a-aren't you? I k-know how that feels um..." he didn't say anymore as his mouth was growing dry.

But he still tried to comfort you the best he could, losing someone wasn't easy. He was lucky he had never experienced it. Still, he made it a point to ask you every day if you were okay and offered you a hug even if it made him nervous beyond all hell.

"It's o-okay or u-uh...i-it's going to b-be..." he gently began to rub your back, trying to take deep breaths to prevent himself from going into a panic attack. "I-I'm h-here um, i-if you want to t-talk about it o-or not. Uh...w-whatever you p-prefer."

You took him up on his offer, but he went stiff as a board when you used his shoulder to cry on. At least he was a good listener. "Mm, I...n-never had a p-pet but I-I'm sure...t-they are in a b-better place and uh...t-they s-still love you...I mean y-you're nice and k-kind and..." Tamaki trailed off due to the fact his cheeks were bright red.

Despite his shy nature, he felt like it was his duty to save you even if he couldn't technically do that. But, he tried in his own way. "I um...s-saw pictures of your...um...s-so I made you t-this," he handed you a bento, it looked like a regular meal apart from the fact the rice balls were in the shape and likeness of dogs.

"I h-hope, I m-mean I...l-like food and i-it's okay to miss them," he almost wished he could manifest into a dog himself to bring you extra comfort but instead, he initiated another hug. "I-I'm sure t-they miss you t-too."

Mirio was always there for people. After all, it was his job as a hero. But in general, the students of Yuuei were like a family, which meant when one of their own was feeling down it spread between members like wildfire. That's how he ended up finding out about your troubles.

While he wanted to directly ask you if there was even a chance what he heard was true. More than anything, he seemed to make it his own personal mission to make sure you were alright. He vowed he would give you a reason to smile again. Even if that was going to be difficult given your current circumstances.

When he first presented you with a pair of stuffed animals, not just any animals. Dogs. He had the hope that it would act as a memorial gift of sorts. "I heard about what happened, I'm sorry sunshine! But I'm here to make sure you smile again, even if you're sad. I hope that doesn't sound too strange," you were sure Mirio had said stranger things.

While the gifts brought you a sense of sadness since your loss, Mirio kept his promise. Every time he saw you, he'd immediately embrace you in a hug. Of course, it was a little embarrassing that these hugs would take place wherever he happened to spot you. In the hallway, classroom, in public. But part of you didn't care.

Mirio always made himself available to you, even if that meant hearing your knocks on his door in the middle of the night. His shoulder was beginning to make a good pillow which caught your tears and while part of you felt embarrassed. It was nice to know Mirio was there to listen to you and the dreams you experienced which as of late were about your dogs.

While Mirio was a hero and dedicated to helping others, you did get a little offended when he mentioned welcoming a new dog into your life. "Sorry, sunshine! I know you're still upset. But I bet you were the best dog parent ever and I'm sure your dogs were super lucky to have such an awesome person like you taking care of them. Maybe you could give that treatment to another dog in need...someday?" you knew he meant well.

[konohagakurekakashi]

When do you reckon Kakashi signed a pact with his summons? [ Since he didn't use said summons during the Kannabi Bridge mission or any of their other missions, I've always wondered o.o ]

|| OOC: This is a good question, albeit a tricky one. I think in my last ask pertaining the summoning contract, I advised that the ninken summoning scroll was a graduation present from Sakumo, Kakashi as an active Genin finally eligible to continue the Hatake Legacy. That was before our carefully configured timeline and even more intricately fashioned Team Flake Headcanons © however. When considering same it would have been impossible for the summoning scroll to have been passed down to Kakashi during or on his graduation date due to the fact that Hatake Sakumo already committed Sepukkū by then—seeing as the Shinigami came for the elder Hatake while Kakashi was still an academy student. As such in order to keep with that which has already been decided (both by us and canon) I’m thinking the following:-

[Headcanon]

As the relationship between the Hatake clan and their Ninken are a long winding one stretching as far back as the Warring States Period. It was custom for a summoner of the clan to introduce any new offspring to the summoned—as they would most likely add their name (and life essence) to the scroll sooner rather than later. Likewise it was just as much of a tradition for any of the Ninken to present any new pups to the clan head (for blessings in the form of many belly rubs). As such Kakashi first met his father’s Ninken when he was a chubby-faced toddler, his grip already strong enough to clasp onto both downy ears of one of the Bassett Hounds' sniffing at his person, before holding on for dear life, tugging the hound closer with a bemused gurgle (much to Sakumo’s chagrin) every instance the hound attempted to escape with a classic backward paddle.

The second time that Kakashi was introduced to the Ninken was met with a little less fanfare, but was every bit as important. His cheeks were still chubby, but unlike last time he was able to stand on his own two feet and words wafting from his lips instead of gurgles and spit-bubbles. Sakumo proceeded to lead the boy into a clearing behind their house, his pale fingers folding into the familiar hand-signs of the ‘Kuchiyose no Jutsu’, before bellows of smoke receded to reveal a large Akita, a Pug and a Whippet. Kakashi peered at the three nin-dogs, recognizing the Akita’s brindle fur, the Pug that 'was more head than body' and the smooth, solid white of the Whippet on first glance. The boy had the habit of trailing after his parent during his rigorous training excursions and often travelled with him on his lower-ranked missions, thus he had seen his father call and interact with the Inu-spirits before. What stood to question was why the man sought to call on them now, especially since his father had finished his training for the day and how both of them were still within the relative safety of the village walls.

Sakumo offered no immediate explanation for his actions and only went on to unravel an obnoxiously large scroll, all while making small talk with the canines as he went. Getting a little impatient and feeling all but ignored (much like that old scroll seemed to be up until this moment, if the age-spots and dust billows were any an indication) Kakashi exhaled a huff, arms crossing against his puffed chest. “Tou-san…What is this…Are we going on a mission?” At the sound of his son’s trademark annoyance, Sakumo halted-mid laugh (Akitas had a sharp sense of humour, what can he say?) before he finally stood, a hand rising to scratch at a stubbly cheek. “…Iie not exactly, ‘kashi-kun. I thought since you will be starting at the Academy next week, it was about time that you get to meet and bond with our pack.” Kakashi bequeathed his parent with an incredulous raise of his eyebrow, bottom lip jutting out against the fabric of his mask for good measure; yet wholly immune to most of his offspring’s facial quirks, the elder continued without pause. “Kakashi-kun, I want you to meet Shima, Pakkun and Haiyai-san. Why don’t you go ahead and introduce yourself, hm?” Kakashi finally able to catch his father’s crinkled gaze, continued to stare at the man like he had spontaneously sprouted nine heads and that all nine were equal in the measures of stupid---honestly he could be doing better things with his time, like fishing for fresh water Ayu for dinner. “Hn. I already met them loads of times Tou-san. They know who I am…..are you getting old?”

Ah, woe is the man who fathered an undisciplined, haughty youth! Sakumo’s eye-twitched at the boy’s (severely) untrue observation; the amused yips of his summons all but an added punch to his gut. Respect seemed to be served in smaller doses these days. “I-I’m not old at all! Just…just bear with me; you’re about to sign the Hatake summoning pact, it’s all for the sake of formality, okay?” Kakashi hummed still a little pleased with his earlier jab, but also dubious at the prospect of signing a primordial piece of paper, grey hues altering between the scroll itself, his father and the three observing Ninken. It took nine beats too long, but eventually the boy relented with a sigh “Maa…..I’m…Kakashi….” (the introduction droned as if his father was asking him to haggle for his soul with a Water Country ferry man and not to learn an important life skill. Sakumo was dying. Truly). Shima (undemanding, gentle, blessed) shifted to press her muzzle against the boy’s cheek, the unexpectedly tender motion causing the reluctance to seep from his small shoulders in an instant. Haiyai-san, by the grace of all Kami, seemed equally unruffled by what has come to pass, dipping her head in a gesture of acknowledgement, whilst the little Pug (Could it really be considered an actual dog, Tou-san? He’s so small.) Merrily gruffed out in a voice six baritones too deep. “Well I can tell you I’m not some cross-country rabbit…Pleased to meet you, pup.”

The hours that followed saw Kakashi sign his name to the scroll (praised be. Finally. ) right next to that of his father’s, while the man in question went on a tangent about how the scroll was a gift to their clan from the Kuebiko Kami and that Kakashi must take great care of it. Sakumo’s discourse included the uses of Ninken and how to take proper care of them, before he had Kakashi practice the procession of seals. As soon as the Jōnin detected the faintest undulation within the boy’s chakra however, the man’s palms swathed the smaller digits still clasped around the Ram seal, effectively halting any further progress. “Not yet Kakashi….” His smile was patient, dragging yet another ridiculous pout and irate breath from the younger. “We still need to work on those reserves of yours, neh. You’ve signed the contract in blood, in the presence of the Clan Head and three alpha summons, the agreement has been concluded, for now that is enough.”

Time passed, as it so often does and Kakashi worked diligently on trying to hone both his control and stores of chakra. He would be taking the graduation exam soon (Midori-sensei confirmed as much) thus Kakashi was making his way back as fast as his feet could carry him in order to share the news with his father (he would definitely be home, Kakashi lamented as the man hasn’t been going out much. At least, not since his abrupt return from Wind Country). The last few months have seen Hatake Sakumo hunkered down in his study; sometimes pacing, always thinking, but Kakashi was sure (hoping more like) that the good news would bring a pleased smile to his father’s face. His parent has always been a firm believer that honest, hard work should be rewarded and Kakashi would like to meet a shinobi that’s been training harder than him over the past year. Instead of smiling like the young Hatake hoped, his tou-san did the exact opposite, wane features morphing into a prompt frown, while a hand rubbed and pressed at his temples—most likely warding off an on-coming headache. “Where is the summoning scroll, Kakashi? Bring it here; did you sign it like I told you to?” The boy hesitated at the study threshold, his father not having mentioned the scroll or any of the Ninken since his self-imposed, house arrest. Furthermore, Kakashi doubted that reminding his father of the fact that ‘yes, he has indeed signed the scroll—a full 365 days back!’ would be counter-productive and akin to asking for a fight, especially since he seemed to have caught the Jōnin on one of his ‘bad days’. As such Kakashi held his tongue and quickly proceeded to his father’s room to retrieve the scroll from the chest in which it was hidden and sealed.

Sakumo slowly heaved to his feet as soon as his son’s silver tuffs came back into view, leading them once more to the clearing at back of the house. In the light of the setting sun the elder didn’t just look tired, he looked benumbed; his eyes deep set and devoid of their usual mirth. Still the man took a seat on the weathered engawa, feet tucked underneath him as he mentioned for Kakashi to continue. Kakashi to his credit (and deep-rooted eagerness to please. How the tables have turned on the buckets of patience front!) unravelled the covenant, taking a moment to peer down at his name and bloody prints (which was definitely still there, see!) before he started on the motions for the different hand-seals, all five signets still engraved within the folds of his memory. The boy continued to practiced the secession until the wind started to pick up and brought with it the scent of turmeric and the eager chirp of crickets. “Kakashi, gradually start to channel your chakra.” Kakashi startled at the man’s voice, Sakumo having been in a state of silence ever since they inched into the outdoors, afore he recovered long enough to do as instructed; a palm coming down to press against half of the aged parchment and half on the damp clumps of grass, while he funnelled a burst of chakra. “Kuchiyose no Jutsu!” He felt the drain on his reserves, felt the way his muscles spasmed and contracted, yet as the puffs of smoke and dust cleared, there wasn’t a wagging tail in sight.

It should have worked. Why didn’t it work? He did everything right, didn’t he? Chancing a tentative glance back at the engawa, Kakashi noted that Sakumo’s stare was fixed on the paint-peeled fence separating the Hatake grounds from the road leading into Training Ground Five, expression bare and seeing through the boy sagged against the dirt. “…More chakra, Kakashi. Try again.” The child shifted to his knees at his father’s halted coaching, fingers already coiling back into the desired seals. It was pitch black by the time Kakashi pitched forward, hair meshed against his cheeks and forehead in sticky tendrils. His body was quivering as he struggled to suck the crisp evening air into his lungs, a feat which proved immensely difficult with his face pressed firmly into the earth. Taking the last ounce of strength he had, the Hatake rolled his head so his cheek was pressed into the soil and grass instead; teary, burning hues flittering to the engawa to note that his father had long since left his perch in the hours it took for Kakashi to exhaust his chakra.

The man failed to light the Tōrō Lanterns as he normally did, the forgetful action casting the house and surrounding terrain into a deep, ominous shadow. Kakashi’s breath shuddered, goose-bumps dotting his flesh, yet he was incapable of dragging his arms up and under himself. There was movement to his left, signalled by the snap of a twig and the crunch of leaves underfoot, until Kakashi’s drenched brow crumpled at the touch of a wet, warm snout against his neck. “Hn…I’d ask what it was that you were thinking, but clearly you weren’t using your brain at all.” The muzzle was removed and an unimpressed dead-pan came into view, causing Kakashi to whimper at those black, beady hues. If he had more energy to spare, the Hatake would have been aggravated that it took the better part of his afternoon (and most of his stupid, flimsy chakra) to summon the one who was ‘all head and no body’—scarcely a dog at all. Pakkun continued in a circle about him, every once in a while gruffing about over-achieving brats and head-butting his sore, slumped form. “Where is your father, Pup? You’re cold. We need to get you inside and I could do with a bowl of those egg biscuits (the seeing as I was called here for no apparent reason but to babysit left unsaid). Kakashi’s only response was another raspy grunt and the twitch of his thumb—half-lidded hues never leaving the fawn, little body. He idly noted that from this angle, the wrinkled-face and under-bite was kind of cute. Maybe more than kind of…it was safe to admit the Pug’s paws seemed squishy too. Pakkun was speaking again, but Kakashi finally felt his eyes droop, strength wholly leeched from his pores.

Though Pakkun stayed with Kakashi for the remainder of the night and even followed the boy up to the academy gates the next morning, Kakashi didn’t end up summoning him or attempted to summon any other pack member for a long time thereafter. Kakashi doubted that he would even be able to perform the Jutsu successfully, since the only words spoken between him and the (kind of cute) pug with the too-deep voice; was when he informed his summoner that he took the least amount of chakra to breach dimensions. Kakashi had his mind on preparing for his graduation examination, avoiding that weird kid in green spandex and worrying over his father’s constant recession to actively ponder over the workings of the infuriating Summoning Jutsu. And when Hatake Sakumo did end up being swallowed by the depressed layers of himself (the horrible, horrible traitor-did Kakashi mean nothing to him at all?) Kakashi didn’t even think to summon one of the pack to attend the meagre funeral. He didn’t think they would care enough to breach the distance as they didn’t bother to intervene in the first place. His father was always going on and on about the bond between summoner and summons, if that was the case then clearly they should have /known/ how bad the man was doing, should have felt it through the proverbial tether. Kami forbid, Pakkun was privy to it with his own beady eyes that night he had to drag the man outside to tend to his chakra-depleted offspring. Still, none of the pack showed up to help and now Kakashi was alone, the pack aesthetic was a dirty lie.

Kakashi knew deep down that he shouldn’t blame the Ninken, that they just like him, were helpless to the situation as Sakumo didn’t accept or want their help. They all failed him in their own way and in the end, the man failed himself. Yet, they were his last living link to the elder Hatake and it was so much easier to cling to hate and anger, than to drown helplessly in his sorrow and loneliness. As such the boy convinced himself that Sakumo was to blame, that the Ninken was to blame and that he didn’t need either of them to move forward. He would go on to be better…to do things differently, to adhere to the shinobi rules as opposed to the rules of the clan. The clan was no more in any event, its ancient traditions and practices defunct as it couldn’t exist with just one person. Thus when the first opportunity presented itself, the young Hakate sealed up all of their (his) possessions for storage, including the Kuebiko no Kami’s summoning scroll to move out and away from the ghosts of the Hatake Compound. He got a Genin Team and a Jōnin-sensei a few days earlier and would surely be leaving the village on an official mission soon. Once Kakashi could earn his own money, he could save up for an apartment, exempt from the smell of blood, guilt and memories. At least that was the plan.

The sole Hatake should have known better than to wish or look forward to such simple things however, should have known that someone like him would never be able to escape the smell of blood or be free of guilt. His lifeblood was on Kakashi’s clothes and on his skin; he could see it every time he closed his weary lids and he could smell it still, the many sticks of incense he burned within his one-bedroom abode, naught but a cloudy screen for his failure and ineptitude. The sickly waft made him itch and cough and teary-eyed, a headache blooming anew behind his gifted Gekkei Genkai. Outside the clouds gathered, thick and heavy, as if the spirits themselves were mourning the loss of their comrade. Rin would be there any minute, would knock on his door with a somewhat lost (yet eternally benign smile in place) making Kakashi feel like even more of a fraud. He didn’t deserve her kindness; not after what he almost did to her or failed to do for her best friend. The doubts and self-defacement swirled and churned within him, until he couldn’t swallow it back anymore and before he fully grasped what he was doing his trembling digits were already bent into the Ram seal.

Pakkun was there at the first lurch of his chakra; the tiny pug silent and unmoving as Kakashi tried (and failed) to pull himself together. Like Rin he couldn’t really face the Inu-spirit, couldn’t really find or grasp onto the right words after months, years, have come to pass. The Pug didn’t seem in want of a properly worded apology however, fawn-coloured paws moving forward at the first echo of a badly-repressed hiccup, before his wrinkled face quickly pressed against the boy’s bent knees. Kakashi’s finger-pads pulled free from the tatami weave they were anchored to in order to latch about the ninken’s frame instead, promptly pulling the pug onto his lap and against his body proper. It must have been a terrible experience for the summon whom suddenly found himself caught in an emotional death-grip, fur soon matted with a sticky mixture of phlegm and tears. Even so Pakkun never wriggled or barked out his displeasure, only curled himself further into the boy’s juddering midriff. “They’re dead.” Kakashi eventually whispered, his window wet and dotted with drops of rain.

Immediately thinking of the former clan head and the boy Pakkun never got to meet, the spirit’s tone resounded sincere, despite him being helplessly out of his element. “I know…I’m sorry, Pup.” Hitherto, Kakashi wouldn’t accept his condolences, his stuttered whispers continuing to seep into the dog’s fur like he never even heard him at all. “I could have saved them…both of them, if I tried.” Pakkun shifted at this, intent on making some serious eye-contact to get his words of wisdom across. He never was any good with kids, but he at least knew that none of what happened was Kakashi's fault, he needed to make sure the boy knew this as well. It was all just terrible circumstance. “Iie, that’s not true and you know it…Thinking about ‘what if’s’ won’t bring them back either, it will just be like chasing a squirrel up a pine tree—nothing will come of it but regret.” He doesn’t know if the boy heard or took his words to heart, but at least the water-works stopped, replaced by a sceptic frown while pale digits started to rub at an ear almost absently. “I have to go soon…” Avoidance of the Pug’s assurances it was then,  a classic Hatake move. “Hn…Then I’ll go with you…’’.

A hollow laugh, or perhaps a cough? Even this close it was hard to say. “To a Memorial? I don’t have any egg biscuits to give you this time…’’ The pug snorted, yet leaned into the lazy stokes all the same (subtly inching his head this way and that so the boy could scratch at all the good spots). “…Then I’ll still come…if only to escape the heady suffuse of Potpourri, seriously Kakashi your den smells like a Blossom Country gift stall, are you trying to call on a hornet swarm?” A pause before Kakashi blanched, shoving the summons right from his lap, albeit with infinitely more care than he usually would have while being called out. “Shut up. I was trying to—I thought it would…I don’t know what you’re talking about, okay? Let’s just go, Rin shouldn’t have to walk all the way here in this weather…We’ll meet her half-way.” Instead of meeting the Kunoichi half-way down the road, the two of them ended up waiting for her outside of her family home. Kakashi still felt a torrent of shame at the first glimpse of her red orbs and nose, though it was more bearable with the surprised (almost happy) hitch of breath at the presence of Pakkun (the smug aura surrounding his summons at all of the rubs and pats he was receiving just a small bonus). He could do this, he thought as the three of them meandered in the direction of the Memorial Stone, pressed tightly together under Rin’s purple umbrella. He just had to endure a little longer, try a little harder. He might not be able to turn back the time, to escape all of his guilt, but perhaps with Pakkun and the others, he could focus on what was ahead instead, whilst trying to keep an important promise that he made.

[End Note]

So I hope this answers your ask, Flake-sensei. This was the best scenario I could come up with keeping in mind our timeline in conjunction with our headcanons. To recap- Kakashi must have signed the contract while his father was still alive, since his father as the clan head and had to go through the workings with him. Kakashi might not have summoned the Ninken during Team Flake’s missions or the Kannabi bridge incident, but Kakashi did have his full pack (with the exception of the cute Akino which was a later addition) at the time of Rin being kidnapped by Hidden Mist to be Jinchūriki-fied. Kakashi ordered them to split up and track her in both the anime and manga and then the pack was seen attempting to lure the Hunter-nin away, so that both Kakashi and Rin could escape. Keeping that in mind it was clear that Kakashi did have the whole pack at his disposal at quite a young age, inciting the idea that he was just remiss/hesitant to use them-- or that their relationship wasn’t as dear/familiar like what we see with the older Kakashi. Chibi-Kakashi was good with the blame game, so this just made sense. It would be the same for the Survivor’s AU (though I reckon Sensei already met a Pack member or two courtesy of Sakumo) of course. As for Icarus AU I reckon the team will finally meet the Pack and bond in a fluffy fashion right after Kannabi when Kakashi-noodle grows a personality and introduces them. Also can I just say—Pakkun ♥

[ikesengoficss]

Hi Natalie !! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Yuki is my 2nd favorite warlord too, so expect some requests of him too, hehe. (｀・∀・´) I've been thinking about this for a while now, but would it be alright to request HC's of married life with Kennyo x Reader? I'm thinking years after the whole dispute w/ Nobunaga is miraculously settled. Perhaps they settle down in the forest, build their home together, Kennyo making a living off woodcarving & maybe MC teaches? Would fluff & a bit NSFW be alright? Thank you so much ❤️

Hello! Thank you for requesting this – I had a lot of fun writing it!~ 

Kennyo + MC Married Life

SFW

Kennyo is a very attentive, tender, and doting husband— and it will only ever be you that he’ll be so soft and affectionate with.

In his eyes, he is a demon, and how he got so lucky to have an angel for a wife, he will never know. He can only thank Buddha for this gift and second chance at life.

Revenge, with time, becomes a distant memory as the bonds of your marriage, and love grows deeper, and more powerful.

It was a miracle that the dispute between Kennyo and the Oda was settled and put to rest, all though all of them claim it was you that managed to end the war.

You lived with the Oda, and Kennyo respects in time your friendship with the Oda, and that Azuchi is your home.

But he is in love with you. And he wants you to always be with him. He can’t stand when he isn’t with you, it hurts his heart.

So on your birthday, he takes you to a special place deep within the forest, to a beautiful valley you’d never seen before. He even carries you on his back there;

“I’m getting too old for this…”

“You’re not old, my love.”

After a nice picnic, cuddling in the grass, playing in the water— and experience he’s never partake in. He never knew he could have so much fun swaying in a lake, splashing water at each other.

You’re laying on his haori, wrapped in each other’s arm. He shuffles beneath you and you look up at him confused, asking what he’s doing.

A soft, tender smile, only for you appears on his face. He holds out his hand and lifts you up. And he begins his proposal;

“You fluttered into my life, a blooming flower, landing within my palm. I never knew what real love was until I met you, my dove. I hold your hand now, and I want to hold your hand forever. MC— become my wife.”

With tears streaming down your face, you accept his proposal.

The two of you build your house together deep in the forest. It was Kennyo’s idea to do so. Shingen will help out too, since he loves woodwork. He wants to be close to nature, close to the animals, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted that too.

Building your home was fun; Kennyo is surprisingly playful when he wants to be. You’ll be working hard, and suddenly there is a heavy weight on your back.

Mike has been plopped on your back! and you’re forced to stay leaning forward so you don’t disturb the sweet boy!

“And you say I’m the cheeky one!” you laugh.

Kennyo chuckles walking away back to his own work, but not before he quips, “I wasn’t cheeky before I met you, dear one.”

Kennyo begins woodcarving, and is able to make a living out of it. You become a teacher, when you are not sewing. You enjoy teaching children how to read, and young girls how to sew.

After a couple years of marriage, you begin to talk about children. It is you who brings it up. Kennyo is very hesitant at first;

he thinks he is too old to be a father, and worries whether or not he’d even be a good one. He has come so far, but many days, he still sees himself as a demon.

But starting a family with you, having children… he wants that. So how could he say no to you?

Your first child is a little girl, in which you name Chou, meaning “butterfly”; The day you gave birth to her, butterflies had fluttered around you as you laid in a bed of grass. Kennyo said it was a gift from Buddha.

let me add onto this story real quick Poor guy was an absolute mess while you were giving birth. He had no idea what to do, and he had found you about to burst. Luckily, he finds it in him to fucking calm down, and help you to birth you’re gorgeous daughter.

A year later, you have a boy, who you name after Shingen who cries a river when he hears.

His children are his pride and joy, and he teaches them both how to do woodwork. 

He shows them the beauty of nature. He helps them to build relationships with animals and preaches to them the importance of making the most of their life, for good.

Some more domestic headcanons;

There are lots of late night talks between the two of you, usually up until early in the morning, and you both realize the sun is almost coming up. But you both got lost in each other’s words.

Kennyo teaches his children how to play leapfrog. He once fell over though doing so, landing on his face, and you were in stitches, you couldn’t stop laughing. he wasn’t very impressed

Kennyo brings a new animal home every night for dinner. They get a full on gourmet meal.

Let’s not forget about Mike. Some days you find him if he isn’t working, laying on the ground with Mike no his chest, just rambling on about anything to the cat.

Shingen visits a lot. 

One time Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide actually came to visit too while Shingen was visiting. You were terrified a fight was about to break out, but you all ended up drinking together, laughing like old friends. It reminded you a little bit of time in the future, when you’d be with friends at a bar. It  becomes a regular thing for the warlords to come over for a meal.

“Is it tomorrow that your “mitsu” friends are coming…? or is it the ninja?”

“Ninja tomorrow, Mitsu Wednesday.”

“We need to clean then… We cannot have company in this state.” Says that when the house is already sparkling.

Kennyo is a bit of a clean freak. Not that that your home is particularly messy anyways. But if he sees even a speck of dust, he’s grumbling and frantically dusting.

NSFW

In the bedroom, making love with Kennyo can be really sweet, and slow, and sensual. Or can be really fast, and rough, and passionate.

After a nice day, Kennyo will lay you down in the futon, delicately ridding you of your clothes. He takes his time exploring your body. He cannot get enough of it.

He buries his face between your breasts, kissing between them. His tongue lavishes at your left breast, teetering around your nipple before his lips finally suckle on it. His other hand will either be cupping your other breasts, are slowly running up and down your body to soothe you, before finding its place between your legs.

He has such clever fingers to press at every spot within you, to stretch you, and ready your body for his entrance.

Your moans is sweet music to his ears. He loves when you grab onto his hair, tugging lightly as pleasure consumes you.

Prepared and ready for his length, he enters you, painfully slow. He can feel your nails digging into his shoulders, and he loves it. He lightly nibbles on your earlobe as he finally sheaths himself all the way in.

It’s pure ecstasy. You’re so warm and welcoming.

His thrust are slow, as he carefully pulls himself out before shoving himself in again, thrusting you forward.

“Sing for me, my dove. Let me hear your voice.”

Nights where he is frustrated, or self loathing, or just in need of some relief, prepare yourself.

For there is no gentle lovemaking, no teasing or foreplay; he’s getting right to it, spinning your around till your on your hands and knees.

He positions you so your chest is flat on the futon, and bottom in the air.

Before you know it, he is pounding into you; his hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, he’s leaning over you so he can tell you all his dirty thoughts.

It’s rough, and you love it. You can’t help but smile as he reaches every spot within you, you’re practically drooling onto the floor.

“That’s it, take MC, take all of me.”

“Forgive me, for I cannot stop myself.”

However when his children are born, he becomes much more aware of everything, and he’ll almost be afraid to start anything since he fears they’ll walk in on him.

He found it in bad taste at first sex in the woods, but he feels that’s the only place he can fully ravage you and not have to worry about his children seeing anything.

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You bless us with so many great headcanons, i always feel bad to ask for more when the first post is already over three screens long! Though i've had a slightly different idea earlier- how would their life look like when s/o would be in a poly relationship with the guardsmen and the local scienctist dad? What does Ienzo think about it?

a-n: look I would have them if my boyfriends too if I could- so i went ham again. whoops. i really loved this though! @lucky0stars has a similar prompt that I like so I did my best to do something that was different from them. I hope you enjoy! Don’t be afraid to request again I have nothing else to do but write. (lol some smut under the cut again i couldn’t help myself. 

This goes along with this prompt

Poly! Aeleus x Dilan x Reader x Even 

When it’s you four in a bed, Even normally is clinging onto Dilan’s or Aeleus’s arm or side for dear life while you lay on Aeleus’s chest, normally after forcing Even into an actual sleep schedule instead of letting him stay in the lab for days on end 

Even actually sleeps in a lot of you let him, forcing whoever he was clinging onto to stay in bed longer, which is normally Dilan, and when this happens it’s hard to wake them up 

You and Aeleus will leave them be if they have nothing to do and go to cook breakfast for them, sometimes making an extra plate if you have a suspicion Ienzo hasn’t eaten in a minute 

Speaking if Ienzo, Even and Aeleus were already protective over him, Even more so than Aeleus, but now it feels like he has four parents. You always make sure he’s been sleeping and eating, Aeleus checks on him to make sure he doesn’t overwork himself, and Dilan makes sure Even doesn’t overwork him. It’s odd but endearing. 

Ienzo didn’t catch on to the fact that Even had three partners until he secretly saw you kiss his cheek, then Aeleus holding his hips the next day, then Dilan full-on making-out with him the next day. He was confused for a while until he caught a glimpse of Even’s neck one day, which was covered in different sized hickeys 

Ienzo questioned him about it, and while Even got flustered and embarrassed, Aeleus calmly said they were all together, which was a big lightbulb moment of Ienzo 

Sometimes you also bring him ice cream or a sweet. Ienzo gets loves sweets. 

If Even has been in the lab all day for way too long, Aeleus will tell you and you can normally convince him to go on a walk with you, helping him get his mind off of things while you hold his hand, talking about anything and everything. He loves walks like these, just small talk and being able to clear his head while he has someone he can just talk to about it. 

Even secretly enjoys you being in the lab so often, it makes him feel like there won’t be an accidental repeat of what happened so long ago

Even likes your body, it’s a contrast to his own tall and a stick limber, and he loves your hips and butt. He’s an ass man. Dilan loves your body but that’s not what caught his eye originally and Aeleus loves your body 

Even also hesitantly compliments you, scared to overstep, but once you reassure him you enjoy them, he does it slightly more often. Whenever he compliments Dilan, Dilan gets the biggest smug smirk and will start to tease him. 

Dilan tends to enjoy teasing Even whenever Ienzo is not there, coming behind him and holding his hips against his own, nibbling at his ear, roaming a hand under his shirt before going back to his guard duties 

It always leaves Even hot and bothered, blushing from the tip of his ears to the bottom of his neck, trying to calm himself down before Ienzo comes back 

Aeleus tends to refrain from teasing everyone while they're supposed to be working, but if you come in and try to tease him, he gets a hungry glint in his eyes which you will pay for when he gets home 

Sometimes it’s fun to go and tease all of them, being respectful of Ienzo of course, walking around Dilan and a just-too-short dress, rubbing up Aeleus’s arm while you talk to him, or hugging Even from behind, making sure to press your breasts against his back-just enough to get in their head before you leave for the day 

Even tends to be the most needy out of everyone, ignoring his own needs until he’s grinding against you, holding your hips and whimpering, just for the other boys to come up behind him and start ravishing him; hands running up his shirt while he’s hastily stripped, bites along his neck, and his nipples being pinched until he’s begging for someone to do something 

You’re the best at blowjobs, Even is the best at eating you out, Aeleus is the best at eating ass, and Dilan is the best at sexual choking. 

Even will never admit this out loud, but he loves the guard uniforms. Sure, they had them 10 years ago, but then he saw them in the same black robe for 10 years- so a man in uniform does turn him on. 

Even tends to be the kinkiest. 

If all four of you do it, it ends up normally with Dilan laying down, Even riding him while Aeleus thrust into him, as you on his face; Aeleus sucking and biting on Even’s neck, Even’s hands rubbing down Dilan’s muscle while he kisses you, and you holding Dilan’s hair in one hand, facing Even and making out with him, and Dilan’s moans and licks on your core causing you to moan. 

You and Even tend to be the most vocal, moaning at every touch and groaning loudly when you both orgasm 

Afterward, you’re all exhausted and normally ignore the mess until morning, kissing on each other until you fall asleep in a pile of limbs

[letitrainasunnyday]

I've been thinking for a while (since Rum started to show interest in looking for Shinichi) that he/she might be Shinichi's prime enemy. Don't get me wrong, obviously Shinichi's objective is to end the entire BO, but you know there's these couple of important members who have nemesis. With Gin it's Akai, (they have this big confrontation and have shown to be opposites in many occasions) with Vermouth it's Haibara, (Vermouth having the mission to kill her, etc). (1)

But Shinichi has no past background related to the BO and him being in this situation accidentally... His involvement is with all members he sees, even if they don't know. So what I mean is, with Rum actively looking for SHINICHI, we could have someone who's actually wary of Shinichi in particular, and viceversa. Rum being such a high rank..., it's a big deal, and could make for great confrontations in the future. What is your take on this? Could Rum vs Shinichi be a thing? (2)

Well.... I mean.... Gin did shrink him and ruin his life.... Like..... That’s a pretty significant thing that a member of the BO did to Shinichi..... I know what you mean but..... That did happen.....

And so I always thought Shinichi’s main enemy (other than the Boss) was Gin. He’s the one that physically shrinks him, the one who really ruins his life. He’s also the one we’ve known the longest. From the very beginning we’re told that the mere thought of Gin --and Vodka-- scares the shit out of Shinichi and also makes his blood boil. Up until we started meeting more members like Pisco and Vermouth and so on and so forth, Gin --and Vodka-- were the Prime Enemies™. They were the baddies. They were the guys we all hated, the ones we all had to hate. They were the ones Shinichi was fighting against. The ones Shinichi always thought of when he thought about the BO. The ones Shinichi dreams about in Movie 13. 

(Like, listen, I know the movies aren’t canon and all, but that nightmare at the beginning of Movie 13 is pretty fucking significant and you’re crazy if you think I won’t use it as likely proof of Shinichi’s certainly recurring nightmares.) 

Then we found out Akai and Gin had this deadly rivalry going on because of Akemi, and it was like, oh, okay, sure... but to me Shinichi’s ultimate rival is and will always pretty much be Gin. 

We’ve established Vermouth is pretty much Team Shinichi at this point. I don’t know why the fuck she is --though I’ve ventured a guess before-- but she is. Vodka is just sort of standing there (one day I’ll tell y’all my headcanon about Vodka playing Santa Claus at his local village until he saw himself submerged in a life of crime). Chianti and Kor appeared out of nowhere once and we were like ok sure this might as well happen, this manga is already so goddamned weird. 

(If you got that reference, give yourself a brownie point.) 

And then Kir showed up and we were like ookaaaayyy, and then Bourbon or whatever the FUCK his name is, and now Rum who is the Boss’s number two and I HAVE HAD IT. 

Sure Rum is the one who seems to be actively pursuing Shinichi the most. That was supposed to be Bourbon’s role until the fandom fell in love with him and Aoyama decided to make him a good guy.

(That’s also probably why I don’t like Bourbon half as much as I did when he first showed up and I was sure he was going to be an actual threat for Shinichi and thus an interesting character.)

The thing about Rum is that we don’t know who the fuck he or she is --they’re just a threat looming in the darkness. And because we can’t put a face or a name on them, theirs is an abstract threat. We know they’re kinda there about to fuck shit up big time for Shinichi, but we can’t focus our fear and anger onto anyone because we don’t know who they are. So as a fan and as a viewer/reader it’s really hard to make a significant connection of hatred or fear with them. 

Does that make sense?

It’s kinda what happens with the Boss. Because we don’t know who they are (Karasuma, okay, yes, but not quite), it’s really hard to be scared of them. Gin, on the other hand, we’ve been scared of countless times. We’ve seen he’s very dangerous and very capable, and despite not remembering Shinichi, we know once he does he will stop at nothing to put an end to him and everyone he holds dear. Gin we’ve grown to hate and to fear. Gin, we know, is the main reason Shinichi is where he is. 

So, to me, Shinichi’s number one rival will always be Gin. You can read my headcanon about the final confrontation with the BO and you’ll see that there’s always a significant face off with Gin at some point, because both characters need that --Shinichi needs it because Gin is the physical representation of the BO for him, always has been and always will be, and Gin needs it as our main baddie because we need to see him be an actual, real threat for Shinichi and lose in the process. 

[imagines-mha]

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Thursday, August 8th

The day was a panther. It prowled up behind him and pounced whenever it was least expected to.

He couldn’t believe tonight was the night. Was it really August already? Surely it couldn’t be....it still felt like April was barely on the horizons, let alone August!

He wanted this day to come as fast as possible, and every passing hour since he decided this would be the day, he itched it would speed up. Now that it was here however, he had an inkling his wish had come true...because time with his lover sped by so damn quickly, suddenly it was August 8th.

The day Shin Nemoto would propose to Hari Kurono

He was more than excited, to say the least. Tonight he would be engaged, after all. What wasn’t there to be excited about? Especially since he was going to be engaged to the man who made him whole, who made him happy, who made him him

Honestly he prided himself more than a man of his age and stature should have, but he very seldom cared. Everyone had thought Hari would be the first to propose (and had placed copious amounts of bets on it, thanks to Sakaki)

How could he blame them though? Hari was the more romantic one: the one who always held his hand, showered him with fluttering compliments and expressed his love like he was in a play

Shin on the other hand, was the mature one- the hardworking, stoic one who expressed a small love rather than a grandiose expansion of it. But he made sure Hari knew how much that small love meant to him

And surely after he proposed, the oversquad would know how serious he truly was about he and Hari

The latter was at work today, going about his daily duties alongside Overhaul as per usual. Shin luckily got the day off, “for being so hardworking” Overhaul stated with a smile, “you deserve it”

He was thankful his boss was on his side for once

He checked the time. 2pm

Thankfully his mind was logical and worked in a system that had a perfect timetable for everything. Hari was home at 6pm. He had 4 hours to clean, shower and make dinner. Hari often took approximately 45 minutes to prepare himself for the night, so dinner should be ready at around 6:50pm. Then, by at least 7:30pm- he would be an engaged man

Shin felt like he was keeping a secret, and it was one he couldn’t wait to share with the love of his life

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5:37pm

Shin was sat on the couch, speech in hand. It had been memorised for months now, but still he spent the remaining minutes correcting any grammar mistakes (which he knew he didn’t need to do, but it helped him forget about the nerves)

With every second more nerves rose in his body. They made his heart race and his stomach do frontflips, and he wasn’t used to feeling all this emotion at once- so he didn’t know how to handle it. He focused on breathing straight, and made his way into the kitchen to finish up dinner.

The nerves couldn’t hurt him, he felt them before on his first date with Hari... he would get over them

After hiding his fears in cooking for a bit, he felt himself calm, thankfully- and he didn’t even notice the time, or hear the click of the door when it opened

“I’m hoo-ooomeee!” The adorable singsong voice of Hari sounded through, and soon his silhouette came into view

There he stood: His happiness. His Hari. His other half. His future.

And he had no idea what was coming to him...

After a quick kiss on the cheek and a small moment of love shared between the two, Hari excused himself to get ready for dinner

That gave Shin all the time in the world to ensure everything was perfect. He had the ring in one pocket, the speech in his other, the house spotless and the dinner ready to be served.

All that was left was the big moment...

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7:12pm

Shin knew he was stalling. He and Hari were sat at their table for two, laughing about their days as per usual. Today, Hari was sharing a typically funny story about Tengai and Hoji, which created laughter throughout the small home

He waited until Hari was finished, the nerves kicking in like a timebomb. Thankfully, he was sat down, because his knees were weak. His palms were sweaty, face paling, and heart pumping

Luckily he hid it well through his exterior, and waited until he physically couldn’t anymore. The speech was ready to be read. The ring was pleading to be presented. His heart was craving to be claimed

“I love you, Hari-“ he began with a soft smile and vulnerable eyes, and watched as his partner chuckled

“That was random-“ he grinned, resting on a palm, “has someone gotten soft?”

“Hush, you know you’ve made me soft from the moment i met you-“

“That i do know, but hey?” Hari prompted, and Shin tilted his head

“I love you too-“ he puckered his lips playfully, an act than Shin knew all too well. He leant over the table and kissed him quickly and the smaller male grinned in response

“I can’t believe you’ve made a man so cold and emotionless turn into someone who gets excited in the mornings just to feel your warmth” Shin continued his speech and Hari only blushed with a smile, reaching down to intertwhine their fingers

“I always dreamt of living life alone.... working for Overhaul until i died...i never really had a purpose, did i?” he chuckled, “until i met you...”

“I feel the same...” Hari commented, and you could see already the glistening in his rounded eyes. He was in love.

“It’s been the greatest thing to find you dear... i thank every single God for giving me another chance at life, and to find love” he nodded, letting his heart pour out with all the sentiments he’s bottled up for so long

“I almost couldn’t imagine a life without you in it by my side....”

“I feel the same-“ Hari reassured, “i want to grow old and die right next to you Shin” he nodded, his serious side coming to head, “there’s no one else i’d rather have...or rather love than you...”

Shin heard Hari’s contribution to his speech, and suddenly it was more of a duet than a speech at all

Now Shin just had to finish the love song

He released Hari’s hand and hoped his knees wouldn’t buckle under the sheer weight of nerves, but he was ready nonetheless

He stood from the chair, then dropped to one knee, “that’s why i want to secure us...”

Before he could say or do anything else, Hari began to cry. He stood up in front of Shin and covered his face, trying to keep his whimpering and sniffles low while he held onto Shin’s every word

“You’ve made me a new person...i was so empty without you by my side and i...” he stopped to gulp, suddenly feeling a hot tear slide down his cheek. He didn’t even realise he was crying until then....

“Will you marry me, Hari?” He sniffled, smiling wider than he ever has before as his soulmate wiped his waterfall eyes, nodding with sheer excitement and confirming it with the word ‘yes’ stringing out of his mouth on repeat

Shin took the ring and placed it on Hari’s finger, before getting back to his feet and swooping him up into his arms- both of them still crying tears of utter joy

“I can’t believe you’re crying...” Hari sniffled, kissing his lips for what must have been the 8th time that second

“You make me come undone...” Shin giggled, and kissed Hari back, “i’m so in love with you...”

“And i’m so in love with you...” Hari reiterated, wrapping his arms around his soon-to-be husband

And everything fell into place

[allmightismysugadaddy]

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I know this was a headcanon request, but I couldn't help but write a short fic for it. Its the kind of angst I eat up.

Secrets / Toshinori Yagi x Fem Reader / SFW

“Wh-what are you talking about?” You stuttered out, laughing to hide your fear. “You can't be serious, Toshi.”

You reached out to take the thin blond man’s hand, but he jerked it away, and you couldn't help but gasp. “Y-You can't see me anymore?” Your voice cracked.

He turned his gaze away, unable to look at the tears that he had caused to build in the corners of your eyes.

“Why…?” You clenched your fists, and then stomped you foot to the floor, before shouting at him, “You said you loved me! What that all a lie?” You breath was ragged with turmoil, as your shouts turned into sobs. “Just a lie to get me into bed? I can't believe this…”

“No!” Toshinori finally shouted, and reached his shaking arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his embrace. “It’s because I love you…” He whispered into your hair, “My work is too dangerous, I just… I can't be the reason you're hurt. Or worse.”

“Your work?” You scoffed and pushed him away, leaving him looking down at his empty arms in despair. “You won't even tell me what that ‘work’ is. You won't tell me anything about yourself.” You clenched for fists so hard, that you were sure your fingernails would break the skin of your palm. “I stopped asking questions. I told myself just being with you was enough. But now…” You sucked back a sob, trying to hold together your composure. “But now… can’t you just tell me what it is you're leaving me for?”

You had your eyes to the ground, watching your tears litter the carpet of your foyer. You couldn't look at him. Not now.

“I…” Toshinori squeezed out a single syllable from his throat, “I'm sorry…”

The overwhelming feeling of heartbreak struck through you like a knife to the gut, and you spun your back to him, gasping out a sob you wished he couldn't hear. “Just go!” You shouted.

You heard him utter out your name, and he sounded like he was in pain, but you shook your head, not letting yourself be fooled into facing him again.

“I wont… forget you, my dear.” He whispered, then you heard a few footsteps, and the door shut behind him.

You fell to the floor sobbing. “I would do anything to forget you.”

That was six months past now. Somedays, you only thought about Toshinori for a few seconds. His crooked smile, his lame jokes, his fluffy hair… Then, you would push those thoughts down and continue pushing through your life without him.

But some days, and many nights, you couldn't keep your mind off of him. You didn't date anyone else. You couldn't find it in you to open up to anyone. You feared you might not ever be able to again.

And, though you tried to tell yourself it was just because you lacked the closure you needed, you knew deep down, that it was because you loved him. You loved him too much to stop thinking about him for even a day.

You would have done anything to have a chance to speak to him once again; to just hear his voice; to see his glowing blue eyes and feel his calloused, but gentle hands in yours again.

You were holed up in your room the night of All Might’s fight against All for One. The fight has become too terrifying--too real--and you had turned it off and covered your head with a blanket that you hadn't washed since Toshinori last spent the night.

It still smelt of him, and it eased your worries.

The ringing of your phone caught your ears, and you peaked out from under the blanket to see it vibrating on your nightstand, its screen the only light that illuminated the room.

You stretched out for hand and picked it up, hitting the receive button before holding it to your ear.

“Turn on your TV.” Your best friend spoke before you could even say hello.

You shook your head, though you knew they couldn't see you. “I can’t. It's too frightening.”

“Turn it on.” They ordered you again. “It's your boyfriend.”

You jolted up in bed and frantically searched for the remote tangled up in your covers. Toshinori was in the fight with All Might and that terrifying villain? What was he thinking? He would be killed!

Finally, your fingers grazed your remote control, and you held it to your TV, mashing the power button with your thumb.

The sudden light blinded you, but when your eyes adjusted, you saw him there. Toshinori standing in a crater, covered in blood and bruises, All Might's costume hanging off of him and blowing in the wind.

“T-Toshinori!” you choked on his name. “Wh-Why? What is he doing there? Where's All Might?”

“He is All Might.” The voice on the receiver responded.

Your mind went blank

My work is too dangerous.

It’s because I love you.

I'm sorry…

Toshinori’s last words echoed through your mind, and your eyes were glued to the screen as you watched your beloved bulk up an incredible left hook, but the villain just took it.

You couldn't hear him, but you knew he was fighting with all his might.

“All Might…” You whispered, as your phone slipped from your grasp. “Toshinori is… All Might.”

You watch as he bulked up his right arm again, which already looked beyond mangled, and he slammed a punch so hard into the villain that the helicopter broadcasting the fight was blown out of view, and signal was lost. Your eyes were wide with fear and you began to shake, before taking a deep breath and absolutely screaming, “Don't you dare die, Toshinori!!”

When the fight had ended, and you knew he had survived, you had dashed out of your apartment, tripping down the stairs and running to the hospital in Kamino that he was being held. The press was clogging the entrance, but you ran around the side and squeezed through a window while the nurses were distracted by the press.

You couldn't just ask someone where All Might was, you knew you would just be mistaken for a fan or a reporter and shown out, but you followed the sound of the commotion, until you found a single hospital room which had an entrance just as congested with cameramen as the hospital entrance.

You pushed your way through the press, not afraid to break a camera or two if that's what it took, and broke your way to the front of the crowd.

A female nurse stood between you and a white curtain, hiding the patient. She spoke softly but sternly. “I will not repeat myself again, people. My patient needs rest, and this commotion will not help him!”

“Toshinori!” You shouted at the top of your lungs, causing the nurse to flinch in shock.

“Ma’am, please!” she urged. “The patient has been through a lot. He needs his--" Her words were cut off by the sound of the curtain being pulled back, and revealing Toshinori. His face was covered in scratches, and both of his arms were bandaged, his right one plastered and hung in a sling.

But he was alive.

“Toshinori…” You repeated, much softer this time, as new tears formed in your eyes.

“I'm sorry, nurse. She's with me.”

The nurse fidgeted, seeming shocked and confused, but stepped aside and allowed you to run past her to Toshinori, throwing your arms around him, and him stroking your back with his free hand.

The nurse then apologized to the press, and activated her quirk, summoning a barrier which she used to force them out of the room. She took one glance back at the two of you, and then excused herself as well.

You sobbed into the bandages around Toshinori’s shoulder, wanting hold him tighter, but fearing you would harm him.

“You're an idiot.” You scolded him with a scratchy voice.

“I'm sorry, my dear.” He replied, his voice wracked with guilt.

You jolted up from him, holding his shoulders at arms’ length, and let your frustration explode. “You should be! You didn't trust me enough to tell me you put yourself in danger every day! You just left me, wishing I knew why.” You took a deep, sobbing breath, and hung your head in the air between you, your hair blowing with his breath. “I should hate you. I wish I hated you.” Your adrenaline dissipated and you crumbled, leaning back onto his chest, and listening to his heartbeat; so happy to still be able to hear it. “But I don't. “

“I'm sorry.” Toshinori repeated himself, reaching to stroke his fingers through your hair.

“Stop apologizing.” You told him, “I’m just… I'm so happy you're alive.” You wept into his shoulder again, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you so much.”

The gasp he gave off shook the both of you, and he wrapped his usable arm tightly around your shoulders, holding you tightly to his chest. “I love you, too.” He sobbed out, his chin buried in your hair as his tears began to fall. “I've never stopped loving you.”

“No more secrets.” You told him with a sniffle.

“I promise.” He replied.

“Don't ever leave me again.”

“I won't.”

“Kiss me.”

Toshinori’s eyes widened at your words, and you pulled your head up just enough to face him. He could tell, by the look in your eye, that you meant it.

His eyes were glued to your lips, as you leaned back down towards his. You came so close that you could taste his breath in your mouth--a taste you missed more than you could say.

“Please…” You whispered.

Finally, Toshinori leaned forward, and bridged the gap.