#AND IT'S KYOKA'S BIRTHDAY!! SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HER NOW!!!

[epickiya722]

Eri getting into the music is something so special when you remember the first time she smiles is because of the music concert Class A held... EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU, KYOKA JIRO!!

[twoplayergaymers]

BMF- H.Sero

Sero’s a flirt, but he might just win you over

Notes: Barely proofread, Latino Sero, college au, quirkless au, drinking&underage drinking, weed, suggestive, sfw but implied smut

You’d heard the rumors about Hanta Sero— hottest guy on campus, charming, flirtatious, and a certified fuckboy. Sure, you knew exactly who he was. He was friends with Denki, your best friend’s boyfriend, and yeah, he was undeniably hot. But you’d never admit that. Lucky for you, he’s always kept his distance—until now.

Denki’s 21st birthday. You’d graciously accepted the invitation, finding it a great opportunity to spend time with your best friend, Kyoka and her boyfriend whom you actually adore. House parties weren’t necessarily your thing, but a drink or two in you were always tipsy enough to socialize with strangers.

You’d shown up early, gift bag in hand along with a bottle of some cheap liquor you’d found in the bottom of your closet, shit, it was unopened and one thing your mama always told you was never to show up somewhere empty handed. If no one drank it it’d live in the bottom of your closet again until the next pregame.

“Y/n! You’re early!” Denki called from the kitchen, you having let yourself in to the small off campus home he shared with your best friend. “I come bearing gifts!” You say with a smile, brandishing the cheap vodka and gift bag in each hand. Denki chuckles and gestures to a table with a brightly colored cloth, you set both things down and move to wrap your arms around him in a hug. “Happy birthday denks” you say with a wide grin. “Came early, figured you two’d need help setting up?” He nodded with a laugh. “This is why we keep you around,” he joked, earning a snicker and roll of the eyes from you.

“I’ve got hands, where ya need me?” you ask, wiggling your fingers in mock enthusiasm. “Wanna blow up balloons? Helium tanks in the back. I think it’s just that and hanging up the other decorations. Kyo’s picking up the food, Eijirous bringing ice” you nod, heading to their back patio to grab the helium tank.

Fifteen minutes of struggling with the helium tank, fighting to tie the damn knots, and there were balloons scattered all over the ceiling. You huff to yourself, starting to gather them into neat bundles and tie them to the balloon weights, scattering the clusters around the house. By the time you’re taping the last of the decorations on the wall, Kyoka and Eijirou are walking in with plenty of food, their hands full of aluminum trays

You quickly drop what you’re doing and rush to help. “Do you need—”

Before you can finish, Kyoka cuts you off. “’S okay, Y/N.” She nods toward the door, and that’s when you spot him.

Hanta’s in the doorway, carrying what you assume to be the last of the food. Your eyes meet his—those round, brown eyes—and you freeze.

You try to look away, but it’s like your feet are stuck to the floor, caught somewhere between surprise and… something else. His lips curl into that signature smirk of his, the one you’ve seen from across the room at parties but never up close.

You quickly break the eye contact, your hands again fumbling with the last of the decorations, standing on your toes to tape the corner of the banner.

“Need a hand?” he asks, his voice smooth, teasing, like he knows exactly what effect he has on you.

You snap out of your daze and clear your throat, trying to mask the unexpected flutter in your chest. “I got it,” you say, forcing a casual tone, even though your heart’s racing a little faster than you’d like.

Hanta doesn’t budge. “Sure about that?” he presses, stepping closer. Before you can protest again, his hands are on your waist, lifting you effortlessly. Heat rushes to your face—and somewhere else—and you curse yourself for it.

You press the corner of the banner down as quickly as you can, silently willing him to set you back on solid ground and walk away. You’re not doing this. You’re not playing his game.

But he doesn’t walk away. Instead, he lingers just long enough for you to feel the press of his hands against your waist, his breath warm against your ear as he says, “There. All set.”

Your feet hit the floor, but the heat in your face doesn’t fade. You turn sharply, trying to focus on anything other than the way your body reacted to him, but he’s still there, that smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, like he’s done you some grand favor, and before you can snap back, he’s walking away, casually joining Denki in the kitchen.

You feel your jaw tighten and your fists clench lightly. You’re not doing this, you remind yourself, glancing toward him out of the corner of your eye. He’s laughing at something Denki said, completely at ease, like he didn’t basically just feel you up in the middle of the living room.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and slip into the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face to chase away the heat that lingered from your cheeks down to your lower abdomen. Fuck. Why did he have this effect on you? Had it really been that long since someone touched you? You stare at your reflection in the mirror, gripping the edges of the sink as if it could steady you. No. You’re not doing this. You know who he is. You know what he’s like. You’re not going to be another notch on Hanta Sero’s belt.

It’s not long before others start arriving and the party kicks into full swing, people scatter across the house. Talking, drinking, dancing, playing stupid card games. Out back on the grass, a group of guys you recognize from Denki’s e-sports club are locked in an intense game of beer pong.

You’re a drink and a half in, standing near the kitchen with Mina, catching up like no time had passed. “So,” Mina says, leaning in close with a sly grin, “are you going to tell me why Sero hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night?”

Your stomach drops, and you nearly choke on your drink. “What are you talking about?” you ask, feigning innocence as you take another sip to cover your reaction. The truth is, you felt eyes on you and you figured maybe, just maybe they might belong to him. You told yourself if you never turned around you’d never know, you’d be safe from whatever spell those brown eyes had on you.

Mina raises an eyebrow. “Oh, don’t play dumb, y/n. I’ve seen him looking over here this entire conversation. It’s almost cute, well, if it wasn’t Hanta.”

You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “Yeah, okay. I’m sure Hanta Sero, campus flirt extraordinaire, is suddenly interested in me. He’s probably just bored.”

Mina giggles, pushing you playfully, “be careful n/n, that man doesn’t play fair and he looks like he wants to eat you right now.”

You scoff, shaking your head as if to shake off the thought. “I’m not playing into anything, Mina. I know his type, and I’m not interested.” You wish it were the whole truth, because deep down, in the back of your mind, a part of you wondered if the rumors were true—Hanta Sero, effortlessly strong, attractive, and supposedly great in bed.

“Mmhm,” Mina hums knowingly, but before you can argue, someone calls her name, and she disappears into the crowd.

You glance around the room, and that’s when you catch it—Sero’s gaze, locked on you from across the kitchen. He tilts his head ever so slightly, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, like he’s daring you to look away first.

Shit. You down the rest of your drink, you’re not nearly drunk enough for this. You practically dart to the table, cluttered with bottles of liquor and various mixers. Your eyes scan the options—too much stuff you’d never touch. Your hand goes for the cheap vodka you’d brought, fingers just wrapping around the bottle when a familiar voice makes you jump.

“You drink that cheap shit, ma?” You turn, and of course it’s Hanta, looking at you with a raised brow, he nods his head towards the bottle of vodka your hands now wrapped around.

“gets me drunk, don’t care right now” you mutter back, about to unscrew the cap when he pulls the bottle from your hands. “Let me make you a drink” he offers, his voice low, his gaze never leaving yours. “What’re you gonna put in it?” you ask, half-joking, trying to ignore the sudden flutter in your chest.

You don’t think he likes the joke; his brows knit together, and the easy smirk falters. Quickly, you raise a hand, clarifying, “Kidding! I’m kidding.”

His expression softens, and you force a small laugh, nodding. “Alright, fine. Make me something.” You tell yourself the banter is fine, right? His hands reach for a familiar shaped bottle before you yelp in protest. “No, no, no, I don’t drink brown liquor” you dont usually, and especially not tonight you don’t. Brown liquor makes people do things they don’t want to. Things like ending up in Hanta Seros bed. Not happening.

“That’s why you’re drinking that shit, ay bendito” he responds, his face almost in a mocking pout and it does things to you that it absolutely shouldn’t. “Fine.” He speaks again “what do pretty girls like you drink then, hm?”

You bite back the smile creeping onto your face at his words. “Tequila,” you respond, keeping your gaze locked on his. He chuckles. “How come all the pretty girls are into tequila? Shit’s nasty.” You hit him playfully. “Let me live!”

He raises his hands in mock surrender, a grin still tugging at his lips. “Alright, alright. Tequila it is. But don’t blame me if you regret it later.”

“I think I’ll take my chances, thanks,” you say with a playful roll of your eyes.

He scans the table and frowns. “No tequila.”

Before you can respond, he smirks. “You’re lucky I know where Denks hid the liquor they didn’t want anyone touching. Wait here.”

You blink, and he’s already gone, returning a moment later with a bottle of tequila—definitely not a cheap one. He starts unscrewing the top, and you open your mouth to protest.

“I’ll buy him a new one. Relax, hermosa,” he cuts you off smoothly, his voice low and teasing.

You huff, crossing your arms as you lean against the counter. “You better, or I’m not taking the fall for you.”

He chuckles, pouring the tequila into a shaker with ease. “Noted. But let’s be real, you wouldn’t sell me out. You’re too sweet for that.”

Your eyes narrow. “You don’t know me.”

“Oh, don’t I?” He flashes that signature smirk, and you hate the way it makes your stomach flutter.

He tosses in some ice, a splash of lime juice, and something else you don’t catch before shaking the drink with practiced confidence. “You’re too nice to be a snitch, but also too stubborn to admit you’re impressed right now.”

You scoff, though you can’t deny the latter part. “Are you always this full of yourself?”

“Only when I’m right,” he fires back. You lean against the counter, pretending not to notice how effortless he looks, even while pouring drinks. His sleeves are rolled up just enough to show off his forearms, and you hate yourself for noticing.

“Salt or no salt?” he asks, breaking the silence.

“Sugar” you answer quickly, trying to focus on anything but the way his fingers move as he prepares the drink.

“Figures,” he mutters with a smirk, pouring the drink into a glass and handing it to you. “Try it.”

You take the glass, eyeing him suspiciously before taking a sip. Damn it. It’s good. Really good.

“See?” he says, leaning a little closer. “Told you I got you.”

You roll your eyes again, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up your neck. “Alright, not bad. Maybe Denki won’t kill you after all.”

He laughs, and you hate the way the sound forms goosebumps on your skin. “Denks loves me, we’ve been bros a long time, he’ll get over it. I’m replacing more than I even took”

“Let’s hope so” you fire back, taking another sip of the drink, trying not to make it obvious how much you enjoy it, he doesn’t need the ego boost.

Hanta leans against the counter next to you, his shoulder brushing yours. It’s subtle, but enough to make your skin tingle. “You worry too much. Loosen up, hermosa. It’s a party.”

“Who said I’m wound up?” You ask, brow raised. “I dunno..” he trails off for a second “..maybe the fact that you’re ready to bolt whenever I look your way. Do I scare you, sweetheart?” his voice dropping just a bit. It’s not teasing anymore; it’s softer, like he’s trying to figure you out. “What are you so afraid of?”

You hesitate, gripping your glass a little tighter. “I’m not afraid of anything. I just…” You trail off, searching for the right words.

He waits, watching you with a patience you didn’t expect. “Just what?”

“I know your type,” you finally say, your voice steady. “And I’m not interested in playing your game.”

For a moment, he’s quiet, like he’s considering your words. Then, he leans just a little closer, his voice low enough that only you can hear. “What if it’s not a game this time?”

You roll your eyes again, not responding and instead take some more sips of your drink, big ones. Because he’s too close, his voice is too smooth and he smells too good.

The drinks catch up on you, fast. Suddenly you feel the familiar grip of the liquor, the room gets hot, like really hot and you grip the counter to steady yourself.

“Woaaah, careful, sweetheart” Hanta says, his hands help steady you. “Let’s get you some fresh air” you nod, and he guides you out the back door, sitting you on a lawn chair.

The warm fresh summer air feels nice, it’s a little more grounding. You take some deep breaths.

“You good?” He breaks the silence, looking at you and it’s almost like his eyes are laced with genuine concern. You nod. “maybe I should drink some-“ “water?” He cuts you off, handing you a bottle. “Grabbed it on the way outside. Drink up, pretty”

You do, not because he said so but because the you who might not wake up with a raging hangover tomorrow will thank you.

You sit there together, your eyes closed feeling the night breeze. Your eyes open as you hear a click of a lighter. He’s got a joint between his lips, his hand shielding the flame. He takes a long drag, leaning his head back to blow out the smoke.

You watch him for a moment, the way the ember glows in the dark, the smooth, practiced way he exhales. It’s annoyingly attractive, but you shove the thought down.

“Want some?” he offers, holding the joint out to you, his fingers brushing yours lightly as you take it.

“Don’t tell me it’s laced,” you quip, bringing it to your lips.

He smirks, leaning back in his chair. “Would I do that to you, hermosa?”

“Yes,” you deadpan, exhaling a cloud of smoke. He laughs, and for a second, the sound cuts through the haze in your head, grounding you more than the air had.

You pass it back, letting the quiet settle between you. The muffled sounds of the party drift through the open door, but out here, it’s calm, almost peaceful.

“I’m not as bad as you think, you know,” he says suddenly, his voice softer now.

You glance at him, raising a brow. “Is that what you tell all the girls?”

He shakes his head, taking another drag before handing the joint back to you. “Nah. Just you.”

It’s hard to tell if he’s joking or not, but the way he’s looking at you—steady, unflinching—it makes your chest tighten in a way that scares you more than it should.

You blow out a slow stream of smoke, keeping your tone light. “You don’t have to try so hard, you know.”

“Maybe I want to.”

That catches you off guard, and you hate how it makes your stomach flip. You look away, focusing on the stars instead. “I don’t know what you’re expecting from me, Sero, but—”

“I’m not expecting anything,” he cuts in, his voice low but firm. “I just… like talking to you. That’s all.”

You don’t respond right away, the words settling in your chest. It feels dangerous, letting yourself believe him even for a second. But for now, with the warm breeze, the weed, the tequila, and his stupidly soft gaze, you let the moment linger.

And it has to be just that, the liquor, the weed, because you’re admiring the way he looks in the moonlight, and god is he attractive and your gaze falls so his lips and—

“There you are!” Mina’s voice cuts through the quiet, calling from the open back door. “We’re gonna sing happy birthday!”

Your head snaps toward her, eyes slightly wide, silently pleading with her not to tease you for this later. You push yourself to your feet quickly, brushing past Hanta without a glance.

That was too close. That’s enough talking to him.

You weave through the crowd and join everyone in the kitchen, settling yourself between Kyoka and Mina. Denki’s standing on the other side of her, smiling at the brightly decorated cake set before him. She lights the candles, and the room erupts into a drunken rendition of happy birthday, followed by cheers as Denki blows out the flames and makes his wish.

With a grin, he begins slicing the cake into neat slivers, leaving the pieces on the table with forks for anyone to grab. Cake’s never really been your thing, so you let the others dig in, opting instead to lean against the counter and finally catch up with Jiro for the first time tonight.

You and Jiro talk about everything and nothing—your classes, some ridiculous TikTok she sent you earlier, and gossip about who’s hooking up with who at the party. It’s easy, familiar, and you’re finally starting to relax.

That is, until her eyes flick over your shoulder, and she smirks. “Looks like someone’s looking for you.”

You don’t need to turn around to know who she means. “Don’t.”

“What? I’m just saying.” She shrugs innocently, but the grin on her face says otherwise.

You glance over your shoulder anyway, and there he is, leaning against the doorway with a lazy, lopsided smile. Hanta catches your gaze like it’s the easiest thing in the world, and for a moment, the noise of the party fades into the background.

She nudges your side. “Why not shoot your shot? He’s kinda fine.”

You glare at her, trying not to laugh. “you say that about all your boyfriends friends?”

“liquor makes me honest”

“Y/N!” Denki’s voice cuts through your protest as he throws an arm around your shoulder, effectively dragging you away from Kyoka’s teasing. “C’mon, we’re starting a game of King’s Cup. You in?”

You nod quickly, grateful for the distraction, even if you can still feel Hanta’s eyes on you as you follow Denki into the living room.

You settle into the circle of friends, the familiar sounds of clinking cups and loud laughter filling the air as the game of King’s Cup kicks off. Denki explains the rules to a few new people, but you zone out for a moment, glancing back toward the doorway where Hanta’s still standing. His gaze meets yours again, and you feel that familiar pull—like he’s daring you to make the first move.

Shaking off the feeling, you take a sip of your drink, trying to focus on the game. When it’s your turn, you draw a card from the deck, and the room falls quiet as you hold it up. “Ace,” you announce, and the group erupts into groans and playful complaints.

“Waterfall,” Denki says, smirking.

You roll your eyes, but start drinking anyway. The rules are simple—everyone starts drinking, and you can only stop when the person to your right stops. You try to keep your focus on the game, but you can’t help but notice Hanta weaving through the crowd, moving closer to where you’re sitting.

“Careful,” Jirou whispers, leaning in. “I think he’s coming your way.”

You take another gulp, trying to act casual, but your heart races just a little. It’s not like you can avoid him forever, but you’re not sure if you’re ready for whatever’s about to happen.

As the game goes on, you can’t shake the feeling of Hanta’s presence. He’s not even doing anything overt—just casually chatting with people, laughing, and making his way through the room with that same relaxed confidence. But every so often, you catch him glancing in your direction, his eyes lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

Finally, it’s your turn again. You draw another card, heart skipping a beat as you see it’s the dreaded “King.” The room goes silent, everyone watching you.

“Alright,” you say, trying to mask your unease, “time to fill the cup.” You grab your drink and pour some into the middle cup, your gaze flicking back to Hanta as you do. He’s still looking at you, leaning against the wall with that same lazy smile. The tension between you two feels thicker than before.

You hear him laugh with some other people in the room, but it only serves to make you more aware of his presence. The game continues around you, but you can’t shake the feeling that he’s watching you—waiting for something.

The rest of the game passes in a blur. You laugh at all the right moments, throw your cards in the air when someone gets a bad card, but underneath it all, you’re hyper-aware of Hanta’s presence just across the room. Every time you catch his gaze, you quickly look away, trying to focus on the game and ignore the drop in your stomach.

Unsurprisingly, Denki wins the game. “Looks like I’m the King after all!” Denki announces with a grin, holding up his hands in mock triumph.

Everyone groans good-naturedly, but you can’t help but feel relieved it’s over. You take a deep breath, your nerves slowly easing as the night continues on. Everything’s hitting you, all the liquor, the weed, but honestly you feel great.

Mina drags you onto the dance floor. The music pulses around you, the beat vibrating in your chest as you move with Mina. It’s a carefree moment, your laughter echoing in the room, but beneath it, there’s that undeniable tension. Hanta’s gaze burns into you from across the room, his eyes never leaving you as you dance.

You meet his stare, challenging him without a word. With every sway of your hips, you feel his eyes follow, hungry, intense. Your hands move, tracing along your own body, slow and deliberate, knowing he’s watching, waiting.

It’s almost like a game—one you said you wouldn’t play, one he swore he wasn’t playing. But the pull between you is magnetic, and for the first time tonight, you feel like you’ve got the upper hand. You can almost hear him groan under his breath, the way his jaw tightens, but you don’t break eye contact.

Mina’s beside you, oblivious to the silent standoff between you and Hanta, lost in her own world of dancing. You, however, can’t stop the heat rising in your chest. You’re not sure who’s winning this game, but you’re certain you’re not losing. Not yet.

You smirk at him, then turn your body away, breaking the eye contact as you continue to dance with Mina. This game, teasing him, is fun—but you’re still focused on dancing with your girl.

The song ends and some random is grabbing minas hand, beckoning her to dance with him, she looks back at you silently before you laugh and nod in approval, she gives you an apologetic “sorry for ditching you!” smile and lets the boy pull her away

Another song plays, one you love so you dance by yourself, almost forgetting about Hanta until you feel strong hands on your hips. You turn your head slightly and there he is behind you, guiding your hips against him to the music and for once you don’t run, you let your body relax into his.

He’s holding a bottle in one of his hands and you reach for it before he pulls it back. “You said you don’t like it dark.” He raises a brow. “Well, I do now” you respond, trying to pull the bottle from him. Who cares, that shit about mixing liquor is a myth anyway. He stills your body, unscrewing the cap.

“Open” he commands. You do, tilting your head back as he pours a shot straight into your mouth. The liquor runs down your throat, and you swallow with a grimace. He then reaches up, wiping the spill from your mouth with his thumb, his touch lingering.

Your gaze meets his again and you let your head fall back to his shoulder, still grinding against him to whatever song was playing now. He leans his head down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “You look so good like this.”

You giggle in response, pressing your body against his harder and he starts to pepper kisses on your neck. Before you can stop it a sound erupts from the back of your throat. You shouldn’t be doing this.

You’re silently cursing Mina for leaving you, but you know it’s not her fault. It’s not her fault because you’re tired of denying that you want this. You want him.

“I guess you win” you whisper back to him, he raises his head to look you in the eye, you break the gaze, looking at his lips again, Inching closer. Fuck it. You let your lips crash against his.

The kiss is sloppy, drunken, all teeth and tongue but somehow the way his hand caresses the side of your face is so intimate, the way the other holds the back of your head is gentle.

You spin, to face him, easing the strain on your own neck and let your arms wrap around his. His hands trail slowly down your body, landing on your ass. Of course.

You both pull away for air, eyes locking again, you lips kiss swollen, face flushed, his lips trail kisses sdown your neck again and you pull him off, eyes silently beckoning him. His eyes scan your face, looking for any hint of regret. It’s like you know, because you nod reassuringly and he’s grabbing your hand and leading you to the spare bedroom in the house, the one you’d be sleeping in tonight even if it wasn’t with Hanta.

He’s pushing you against the door, closing and locking it, murmuring how he “finally gets to have you.” You’d question it, but It feels like fire is igniting in your entire body because, god you wanted this. You always did.

You let his hands explore you, feel you, ignite fire on your skin. There’s more to him, you know there is, and right now you don’t care about his reputation, you just want him.

You wake up hours later, wrapped in sheets and Hantas limbs, his warm body coaxing you back to sleep but you can’t ignore the dull ache of your head.

Your hand blindly searches the nightstand for your phone, 5:30am.

Your gaze falls on the raven haired boy sleeping beside you, arm sprawled across your body holding you almost protectively. You blink, recalling the events of the night. Maybe he was telling the truth, maybe he’s different, there’s more to him.

The thoughts fly back in forth in your brain as you try to rationalize. You wish you could believe him. Hanta Sero, the fuckboy, the player.

You blink again and you’re outside, the sun starting to rise and you step into an uber.

You told him, you’re not playing his game.

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A/n: YOUNG AND HE FINE AND HE TALL AND HE HANDSOMEEEE. Feeding sero nation 🫡 also hehe me when I said I’d write part 2 to a sign of affection and then I wrote this instead

Tags: @mimzyu @beebunsx

[faulty-writes]

Hi, I was wondering if it was alright for you to make a scenario or drabble based of of something? Ok so my birthday is coming up and every year there's a meteor shower that happens around the same time, and I've always wanted to have someone sit with me and watch the metor shower. Problem is, it only happens at like 4 or 5 am! So I was thinking that y/n could have this happen to them where everyone is too tired, but Bakugou, the man who goes to bed at 8, is the one that actually joins them. <3

[ Happy Early or Belated Birthday! I know this request took me some time to get to. But either way, happy wishes to you, my dear! Consider this your birthday present from me! I hope you enjoy it! With much love❤️, Faulty. ]

Tsuyu sat next to you on the couch and asked, "Ribbit, what are you reading?" Uraraka was sitting to your left and Kyoka and Momo were sitting in a nearby chair. "Yeah, you've been staring at that pamphlet all night," Kyoka said.

"Is that something for school?" Momo asked as you placed the pamphlet on your thigh and shook your head. "You all know it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" you asked. Uraraka replied, "Of course! We wouldn't forget your birthday."

"Heh," you picked up the pamphlet and opened it to reveal information about something peculiar. "Every year there's this meteor shower on my birthday, and…" you paused, looking at each girl. Before enrolling at Yuuei you attended a private boarding school and never really made any friends.

Not that it mattered because you watched the meteor shower alone for as long as you could remember but this year would be different! "There was something I wanted to ask…" You took a deep breath and pressed your hands against your chest. "Would you mind watching the meteor shower with me?"

Silence followed until Kyoka spoke. "What time is the meteor shower?" She asked, leaning against Momo who wrapped her arms around her. "Uh…oh well…" you rubbed the back of your head, feeling your stomach twist.

Another reason you watched the meteor shower alone every year was because the astrological event took place at "4 in the morning," as expected, their faces twisted with uncertainty. "Uh, huh," Uraraka glanced around, hoping to hear from one of the girls.

It was then that you felt Tsuyu's hand on your shoulder. "Hm?" You looked at her, and her sympathetic smile. "Well, we'll see what we can do, but it's a school night." Unfortunately, you couldn't help but frown despite her good intentions.

"Oh, right…" You looked down at your hands, now curled on your lap. "I…I think I'm going to go to my room," you said, standing up. "Huh? What's wrong?" Momo asked. "Is everything okay?" Uraraka reached out to grab your arm, but you shook your head.

"Nothing to worry about…I'm just tired," you said, stepping on the pamphlet as you walked away. Katsuki was leaning against the nearby wall with his arms crossed as you made your way to your room with your head hanging low.

He raised an eyebrow as you disappeared down the hallway. "Tch," he snarled and followed behind you, his steps swift and silent. Luckily, you seemed too focused on your thoughts to notice him until you reached your door, and he used his quirk.

As soon as his palm touched your door, a loud 'boom' sounded, and you scrambled back into him, eyes tightly shut. There was no surprise that his quirk was blinding, and the noise made your ears ring briefly. "What the hell is going on!?" you growled, blinking once or twice to readjust your vision.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms. He took a deep breath and sighed, debating on what to say. After a moment, he spoke, "Your birthday is coming up." You continued to rub your irritated eyes and hissed "Yeah so!?" in reply.

"Why the hell did you ask extras to spend your birthday with you?" Your eyebrows knitted, and your hands curled into fists. Opening your mouth, you were about to yell at him but stumbled back and into your door when he stepped forward.

"You think it'd matter watching some damn meteor shower with them!?" His words made your heart sink, and you curled your fingers inward, feeling your nails dig into your palms. You weren't sure whether you would react with anger or tears.

A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard, trying to ignore his gaze. "Does that matter to you?" Your words were coated in anger. "Usually, I watch the meteor shower alone. I shouldn't have thought it would be different this time."

As painful as those words were, you knew they were true. Are you destined to watch such a spectacular phenomenon on your own forever? You lifted your head, once again ready to scream at Katsuki. However, to your surprise, he laid a gentle hand on your shoulder making you freeze yet stiffen in response.

His serious expression contrasted with the confused look on your face, which would have made him smirk otherwise. "You shouldn't waste your time asking extras anything like that, dumbass!" Your eyes widened and you leaned back, feeling various emotions fill you.

The strongest ones were anger and sadness, and you struggled again to respond to Katsuki. "Y-yeah, I'll remember that…thanks," you said bitterly as he raised his eyebrows. Your response to his questionable expression was a monotone one before you opened your door.

Even though there was a soot stain embedded in the wood of it, you entered your room half expecting him to stop you. Instead, he only raised his hand, wanting to say something but ultimately deciding not to. After closing the door, you slumped against it and sighed.

'Why did I ask them!? I'm so stupid!' Gritting your teeth and putting your hands into your hair, you grunted in frustration and slid to the floor. The fact that it was your birthday tomorrow didn't matter to you, as it now felt even less special. Katsuki may have been right.

If your friends didn't want to spend time with you during your birthday, doing something with you that held sentimental value, then were they really friends? As a potential hero, you know never to let darkness cloud your thoughts or heart.

Nonetheless, it was hard not to let your emotions take over. Taking a look around your room, you sighed again. "Might as well just get ready for bed…" yeah maybe you just needed to sleep this off. After changing into your appropriate sleeping wear, you lay in your bed staring at the ceiling.

Sleep didn't come easily to you, and you knew why. After lying awake for hours, you grunted and pondered whether pacing around your bedroom might finally exhaust you enough to get some shut-eye. However, this was not the case, and you looked at the clock after pacing for what seemed like hours.

It was just past midnight and you growled, frustrated with yourself. "Is there something wrong with me?" You hissed, ready to scream when you caught a glimpse of the night sky through the window curtain. Slowly pulling back the curtain, you were bathed in the gentle glow of the moon.

As you stared at the brilliant sparkling dots that adorned the sky, the world froze, and you breathed a sigh of contentment. Something unusual, however, stood out among the stars. As you leaned toward the window and pressed your hands against the cool glass you knitted your eyebrows trying to make sense of it.

You realized what you were looking at after a moment and clasped your hands together in glee, before exclaiming, "A shooting star!" Like a child, you believed in the concept of wishing on a shooting star. On the basis of that, you closed your eyes and wished for what your heart desired.

There was nothing more simple than wanting someone, just one person, to watch the meteor shower with you. The shooting star was nowhere to be found when you opened your eyes, but you smiled anyway. The next morning went as usual, you received a few birthday wishes and a few small gifts, but nothing major.

It's not like you expected a big party. As a matter of fact, you didn't give a damn. You were only looking forward to the meteor shower. After a brief sleep that night, you awoke promptly at three in the morning. Before climbing onto the roof of the student dorm building, you changed into a different outfit and gathered some supplies.

You shivered as you laid the blanket down on the roof, luckily you brought some hot chocolate thermoses to warm you up. You sighed contently as you drank one and let the steam caress your chilled face and your nose inhale the sweet chocolate aroma.

After a minute or two, you picked up your phone to check the time. "Almost…" you said, putting it away. After another sip of hot chocolate, you capped the thermos and pulled your knees up to your chest. When you finally saw the first meteor soar through the sky, you gasped in awe.

The rest soon followed, illuminating the otherwise dark sky. You were so absorbed in the moment that you didn't hear someone approach you until one of your shoulders was touched. A hand clamped over your mouth when you screamed out in surprise.

"Shut up! If you don't, you'll wake everyone in the building, and I don't need that damn Deku bothering us," your eyes widened, and you immediately recognized the voice. You pulled his hand away from your mouth, turning to look at him.

"Bakugou?" you asked in disbelief, unable to see his facial features clearly but feeling his glare nonetheless. After a few seconds, you turned back to watch the meteor shower. At the same time, you notice the temperature of your cheeks increasing.

If it were lighter outside, Katsuki would see that said cheeks were dusted a soft red color. "I just…I didn't expect you to join me," you said, briefly remembering your wish. Regardless of whether it was the shooting star or Katsuki's own decision to join you, your heart was racing.

For once you weren't alone watching the meteor shower. As he sat beside you on the blanket, you tensed up. "Just…you're normally the person who goes to bed first, so…" you swallowed heavily. "I'm just surprised to see you up at this hour."

As his eyes followed the meteors' path, he replied, "Tch, oh yeah?" He grumbled and brought one leg up to his chest, resting his elbow on it. "When those damn extras you call your 'friends' refused to watch this with you I…" He clenched his jaw. He wasn't used to or thought it appropriate to share his feelings.

Yet somehow you felt like a completely different case. What could he say he felt when he saw the look on your face when your 'friends' denied your request? On your damn birthday no less, it struck a chord. No…not a chord, more like a nerve in him.

It was impossible, he thought, for them to say no to you and still consider themselves your damn friends. Dumbasses are what they are, dumbasses who are not worth your time. Hell, he couldn't say all that. Instead, he glanced at you or at least in your direction.

When he moved his hand, his fingers brushed across the top of yours, making you gasp and snap your head toward him. You caught a glimpse of the smirk on his face. More than likely, he was proud of himself for causing such a reaction in you.

He looked back at the sky, which was still filled with meteors. Taking a deep breath, he watched it evaporate before him. He almost forgot how cold it was outside for a moment, but maybe that was because your warmth radiated through him.

"Look…" he began, "I don't do friendships but…" Okay maybe that was a lie, but the "friends" he had, like Eijirou and Hanta just forced their friendship on him, it's not like he asked for it. "As far as I'm concerned if someone you know is in need and asks you for a damn favor, you do it," he said with a growl.

"And if they refuse to do that damn favor, screw'em! They aren't worth your time and…yeah y-you're not my friend but I…care about you," he admitted, glancing away. "But don't tell anyone about that!" He snapped, making you jump in response. "I…I won't!" you replied, holding up your hands.

The tension between you two seemed to fade as you continued to observe the phenomenon before you and exchanged a few words over hot chocolate. Towards the end, your hands became intertwined and the distance between you grew smaller until you found yourself resting your head on his shoulder.

He tensed up a little at this simple act of affection but made no move to push you away or tell you to stop. Despite his quirk which many would think would give him rough skin, his hand was smooth, warm, and comforting.

Your chuckle broke the silence between you two. "Hm, what?" He demanded, and you shook your head trying to muffle your laughter. "N-nothing it's just...uh, f-funny," you said, continuing to snicker. He raised his eyebrow.

"What's funny?" he demanded, thinking you were laughing at him. You lifted your head, gazing into his eyes that were somehow visible in the dark. "I'm sorry, it's just that you told me not to waste my time with 'extras' for something like this." Your laughter died down.

"But you are the one watching it with me because you care," you said, smiling. After he blinked, almost as if he was trying to process the information you gave him, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your cheek, which made you squeak.

"Yeah well, I already said I care about you damn it, or did you miss that?!" He snarled, but you didn't react to this. Instead, you pressed your hand against your burning cheek. "A-and that kiss was?" He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"I…I don't know. Consider it a damn…birthday gift…I guess," he replied and stiffened when you laughed again. "What is it this time!?" He snapped, and you shook your head. "Uh…nothing, just I…I wished on a shooting star I saw last night," you exhaled.

"Well, I guess you are my birthday wish so…thank you." His eyes widened and although you couldn't be certain, his cheeks seemed to light up. "Yeah well…whatever, just finish watching the meteor shower so we can go back inside. I'm losing sleep over this, dumbass…" he muttered, although part of him knew he didn't mean it.

Despite losing sleep, he was happy to spend time with you like this. A few hours later, he helped you pack everything you brought to the roof, walked you to your room and said goodnight. Although you felt incredibly tired by the time you got up from your short slumber, ate breakfast, and stumbled into class hunched over like a zombie.

The smile on your face was evident that you were still happy. Out of everyone who could have chosen to watch the meteor shower with you, Katsuki showed how kindhearted he was and frankly, you couldn't thank him enough. Taking a seat, you slumped down in your desk until you could see the ceiling.

Upon noticing your abnormal behavior, Ashido walked over. "Hey," she said, smiling before scratching her cheek. "Sorry, I missed your birthday yesterday. Uh, how was it? Did you have a good time watching the meteor shower?" She asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Hm? Oh…uh," you groaned, sitting back up and yawning loudly. "I mean…it was…" You glanced around the room, letting your eyes settle on Katsuki who was currently sitting at his desk with Eijirou and Hanta who were chatting his ear off.

However, that wasn't what made you smile, it was, yet again, remembering what he did for you. "Hm?" Ashido placed her hands on her hips and looked in the direction you were staring at. "What are you looking at?" She asked before scoffing.

"All I see is Bakugou over there," her response made you laugh, and she turned her head back. "What?" She demanded but you shook your head. "Nothing, nothing," you said, suppressing your laughter. "Yeah, I had an amazing time watching the meteor shower. Honestly, my birthday was…better than I could have wished."

[bnesszai]

Super short and sweet, written on my phone at lunch, contribution for Akutagawa's bday!

Akutagawa wakes up and already feels a headache pulsing at his temple.

Outside his bedroom, he can hear the organized mess of people who cannot manage to keep things a surprise if their lives counted on it. Someone shuffles. Someone else drops something. Higuchi fusses over somethinf he can't make out and Gin probably comes to her rescue. Someone yelps. Nakahara’s voice hisses, “Keep it down, dumbass, you're gonna wake him!” to which Tachihara's voice says, slightly quieter, “you're one to talk.” This is followed by more shuffling noises, a loud clang, and then Nakahara telling Hirotsu sorry.

Sighing, Akutagawa pushes himself out of bed. If the smell of something burning is anything to go off of, whatever is about to happen is inevitable.

Truly, he's surrounded by idiots.

Akutagawa opens his door and hears muffled voices and shushing noises as if they haven't already given themselves away.

Still, when he turns the corner and the five of them jump out with a destroyed looking cake, screaming “surprise!” Akutagawa can't help but smile.

~

After a long day of forced festivities, Akutagawa sits at the pier.

It was a fun day, he'll admit, even begrudgingly. It was a lot, though, very loud and busy. Now, he stares at his hand, wonders how those around him can hold onto him without being covered in death and blood. Were his hands made for such things? Wasn't the reason to live he was given built on destruction?

The sound of pounding footsteps draws his attention and he tenses.

“Akutu—” the voice stops next to him, panting.

Akutagawa looks over and blinks in surprise. Atsushi is there, doubled over, breathing hard. “Weretiger, why are you here?”

“I heard—” he stays bent, but looks up with a smile. A blinding, pure smile that threatens to eat Akutagawa whole. “I heard it was your birthday! I didn't want to miss it.”

Something seizes in Akutagawa’s chest. “You ran all the way here for that?”

“Yep!” Atsushi straightens and Akutagawa isn't sure that the red on his cheeks is just from exertion. He reaches into his pocket and then holds something out, eyes slipping shut as his smile grows impossibly gentle. “Happy birthday, Akutagawa.”

Akutagawa blinks at Atsushi's hands. Held out toward him is a small, travel size sewing repair kit.

Before he can say anything, Atsushi begins to ramble. “Just in case... you know what if your jacket gets torn and it messes with Rashomon. Though I guess the ability would fix it. But anyway, Kyoka said that this would probably help you out and I know you hate asking for help so—”

“Thank you,” Akutagawa says.

Atsushi shuts up quick. His head tilts to the side like he can't process what Akutagawa said.

“I won't be repeating myself,” Akutagawa mutters, feeling his face heat up. He grabs the kit from Atsushi's hands and if he lingers there, who's to say?

Afterall, in Atsushi's hands, Akutagawa's feel less tainted.

[osamdzai]

Birthday!

Characters: Dazai and the Armed Detective Agency members.

Synopsis: Dazai isn't used to celebrations for his birthday. Here he is though, celebrating his birthday with the other members of the agency.

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol for Yosano's part.

Word count: 704 (short oneshot)

Dazai was late, per usual. The agency members didn't seem to mind. Except for Kunikida, of course. Other than that, members expected him to be late.

He walked into the office an hour late, yawning. He only met darkness, though. This confused him. The lights were almost always on at a time like this. Every member should be here. He reached for the light switch, turning it on.

"Happy birthday, Dazai!" All the agency members said in union. Confetti poppers were used. Balloons were around the room.

Dazai's eyes widened. He's never had a birthday celebration. Kyoka went up to dazai, handing him a bunny stuffed animal.

"I like this. I have my own. You should have one too." She spoke in her usual monotonous tone.

Dazai took the bunny from her hands, holding it.

"My, thank you Kyoka."

"Mhm." She put her arms out for him to hug. Dazai smiled slightly, hugging Kyoka. He pat her head softly, ruffling her hair.

She let go and walked over to Atsushi, who gave her a thumbs up.

Yosano handed a bottle of sake to Dazai. "Figured you'd like some. I have bandages for you to, since you keep stealing from my office." She grinned.

He took the bottle, smiling back. "Thanks, Yosano."

Atsushi gave Dazai flowers, thanking Dazai for everything he's done. Dazai set allthe gifts on his desk.

Ranpo shared his candy with Dazai for the day. He rested his head on Dazai's shoulder as they sat on the agency's couch. They spoke about mysteries and cases as they ate candy.

Junichiro took him to the cafe below the agency, paying for him. They spoke for an hour, talking about their interests and hobbies.

Naomi went to an art museum with Dazai, they gazed at the art for a while. They found look alikes of themselves on paintings. Naomi laughed at some paintings. Her laughter is contagious, which eventually made Dazai laugh. People in the art museum glared at them. They laughed loudly and uncontrollably with each other. It took a long time for them to calm down, they almost got kicked out.

Kenji took Dazai to his farm. They went to Kenji's own field, watering the plants. They found flowers together. Kenji made Dazai a flower crown. Dazai wore the flower crown for the rest of the day. Kenji taught Dazai how to press the flowers to keep the flower crown for as long as he wants.

Kunikida hugged Dazai. Kunikida ran his hand through Dazai's hair as they hugged.

"I'm glad you're my partner. I'm proud you're here at the agency with us."

"Thank you, Kunikida."

Dazai hugged Kunikida back, his face against Kunikida's chest. They spoke for half an hour, Kunikida letting go eventually.

Haruno walked up to Dazai near the end of the day.

"The president wanted me to give you this gift. Thank you for working at the agency." She smiled softly, handing him a small box.

A hand written letter from Fukuzawa was in the box.

"Thank you, Dazai, for working at the agency. I commemorate your work. The agency has solved twice as many cases now that you're around, even with Ranpo. Unfortunately, I'm busy at this moment, so I must write this instead of saying this in person. Once I get back, I'll make sure to tell you in person about how proud I am. Have a great birthday." ~ Fukuzawa.

Dazai held the note, smiling. He had an amazing day.

"Thank you, Haruno. For giving me the letter."

"Of course, Dazai. Now, I have one more thing for you."

"Hm? What is it?"

Haruno walked with Dazai into the lunch room. Eventually, Atsushi walked into the room, holding a cake. He set the cake down onto a counter. Fukuzawa walked in after Atsushi.

"We went into the bakery." Fukuzawa patted Dazai's shoulder.

The agency members laughed and smiled throughout the rest of the day. They stayed around Dazai, eating cake and talking.

Dazai left the agency at night. He laid in bed, thinking about the day. He hugged the bunny stuffed animal. He curled up in bed, feeling soft. He loved today. He loved the agency. He felt comfortable and warm.

This was his new home.

Do not copy, translate, or repost my works anywhere else. I am only on Tumblr.

~osamdzai

[drakenology]

Operation Deku Day- Izuku Midoriya

author’s note: hiiii! so today’s inspiration is drunk sex. anyone who’s ever had drunk sex before knows that shit hit different. Something about it is soo nasty and hot ugh I’m a sucker. I firmly believe that izuku is an insatiable sex god don’t let that innocent sweetness fool you so he was the perfect candidate for my idea. please enjoy! all characters are aged up 18 +

warnings: cussing, smut!, alcohol use, breeding kink? and sex under the influence. also light degradation

summary: For Izuku’s 21st birthday you and the girls decide to throw him a surprise birthday party. As the night progressed, you and Izuku got real drunk and couldn’t keep your hands off each other... in more ways than one. 

word count: 2.4k

You spent all week preparing for this surprise party for Izuku. It was his birthday and you really wanted him to feel special and appreciated for being a great friend and loving boyfriend. You were pretty good at pretending that all the things you snuck home were just “things for the apartment” instead of decorations and all his favorite foods for the party. Bakugo being Izuku’s childhood friend couldn’t pass up on helping you and everyone from your graduating class of 1-A prep for the party, keeping everything hidden from Izuku. 

“MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS DEKU!” He’d yell at him if the green haired pro hero asked one too many questions. Today was finally the day to set up the party. You just had to keep everything hidden for a little while longer. You woke Izuku up with kisses and a plate of his favorite breakfast. He’d always loved pancakes but for whatever reason, he loved your waffles. Izuku could eat them for dinner if you’d let him. He smiled and ate his food, gushing about how he’s finally 21. 

“I can drink with you now, Y/N.” He said with a mouthful of waffles. You grinned and kissed him on the cheek as he ate. “So, what are we doing today?” He asked. Even though today was his birthday, the hero still had to work. 

“Oh.. uhm.. well.” You struggle to tell Midoriya that you had “nothing planned” knowing that he’d be hurt by that. 

“Maybe we could just go out to the bar and have a few drinks?” You lie, wincing at the upcoming disappointment in his voice. He nodded with a weak smile, trying not to seem too disappointed at the lazy plans. But he was grateful anyways and kind of excited to see the bar scene. After eating his birthday breakfast, he stood up from the bed and got ready for the day. While he was in the bathroom you text the mass group chat with the entire class in it named “Operation Deku Day!” Mina had already been messaging you all throughout the morning reminding everyone that the party starts at 9 pm; right when Izuku is expected to be home. 

“So what kind of cake does he like? I’m at the bakery right now.” Todoroki texts followed by an image of the options of cake the menu had. 

“Get him chocolate.” You text, giggling at the plan all coming together nicely. You wait for a response while looking at all the gifs and memes everyone’s sending sharing the same excitement for the party.

“Cool. I’ll have them decorate it and drop it off at your place, Y/N. Just let me know when Midoriya leaves.” Shoto texts back, you responding with an Ok and answering any questions about the party from the others. 

“Your phone’s going off a lot today, Y/N. Who are you talking to?” Izuku asks, his hips adorning a towel as he just got out of the shower. You look his wet body up and down, almost forgetting to respond to the question before he gets too curious.

“OH! Uh, It’s just the girls. Yaoyorozu wished you a happy birthday.” You laugh nervously, clearly awful at keeping secrets. Izuku just smiles and tells you to tell her he said thank you and got dressed in his hero costume. 

“Well, I’m off. I love you Y/N. I’ll see you later tonight.” Izuku says giving you a small peck on the lips as he leaves your shared apartment. You wave goodbye as he shuts the door and jumped up from your bed, texting the group chat

 “THE EAGLE HAS LEFT THE NEST. OPERATION DEKU DAY IS AGO.” 

Momo, Mina and Uraraka spend all day decorating the house and setting the ambiance for the party. Todoroki brought the cake and put it in the fridge and starting making a small ice sculpture in the shape of All Might for the spiked punch he made (He was known for making a good cocktail). Kyoka made a playlist for the party, she was the DJ afterall. She tweaked the stereo so the sound system would be JUMPIN and laughed maniacally as she knew she was gonna rock the fucking house down. Katsuki insisted on cooking since “You can’t cook half as good as he can.” Or at least that’s what Katsuki said. He handed a hot dish of buffalo chicken dip (my favorite) to Mineta, who insisted on helping with... idk something.

“It’s hot on the bottom, idiot. If you drop my dip I’m gonna drop my fucking fist down your throat.” Bakugo shouts, making Mineta nervous as he walks carefully with the dish. Sero and Yaoyorozu were putting the finishing touches on the decorations as you check the clock on your phone. Shit. It was 8:59. You see a text you received from Izuku 30 minutes ago saying he was on his way home and another from just now saying he’s coming upstairs. You squeal and start panicking. He was probably already on your floor. 

“Everybody ready? Izuku’s home!” You yell over everyone’s excited chatter. Everyone replied in a harmonious yes and took their places. You run towards the door and adjust your strapless dress, turning off the lights. You stand behind the houseplant by the door and almost squeal in excitement as you hear the door click unlocked. 

“Y/N?” You hear Izuku say nervously as he turned on the lights. He gasps as everyone jumps out from their hiding places and yell 

“SURPISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU!” 

He smiles brightly and grabs you, giving you the biggest hug while lifting you off your feet. 

“Wow, thanks everyone!” He says excitedly, looking around the room to see all his friends. He became a little emotional knowing that you all went through the trouble of planning a surprise birthday party for him. You wipe his tears and give him a big fat kiss, earning an excited spin from him. 

“We love you Izuku. Now, let’s enjoy your party!” You said as you let him to the delicious spread of food to start Izuku off. Kyoko started the music and danced along to the beat to get everyone to join in on the fun. Mina pulled Uraraka towards the living to dance with her as she waved Asui over to join in. Shoto manned the punch bowl, serving everyone with a half smile hoping they like his punch. Midoriya walks over to grab a plate of food from Katsuki.

“Yo, Ka-Chan!” He yelled over the music. Bakugo smirks and gives the birthday boy his plate. They chat over the food and laugh together as they have a good time in each other’s company. Katsuki seemed to cease the usual teasing, just for this one special night. You giggle and run over to the dancefloor with your cup of punch in toe. You drink and dance at the same time, spilling a little bit of punch as it ran down your chin. Mina laughs and takes your hands dancing along to the beat with you. The night was young and the party was a success. You were just glad Midoriya seemed to be having a great time. 

Drink after drink you feel yourself get extremely tipsy, stumbling around with a drunk Mina and Asui. Uraraka had passed out on the couch from all the drinking and dancing. Even Momo was drunk, creating a phone to drunkenly call in some pizza since there was no more of the food Katsuki made. It was 1 am and everyone was still partying like there was no tomorrow. Including Midoriya. You had never seen this shy boy act so boldy and confidently. It was kind of a turn on. He was in a chug contest with Bakugo, seeing who out of them both could drink the most drinks the fastest. Ida, Shoto, Kirishima and Kaminari crowded around the two chanting chug chug chug as they both drank themselves into a drunken stupor. Izuku finished first, erupting into a loud and boisterous burp. Bakugo grunts and raises Izuku’s arm in the air claiming him the victor. When the hell did Katsuki EVER admit to defeat?

“ *hic* IZUKU’S THE FUCKING CHAMPION! *hic* And he’s one of my best fucking friends! I- I love you bro.” Katsuki says, slurring his speech and stuttering over his words. Midoriya winks at you, who was watching the whole thing go down from across the room. 

“L-Love you too, Kaaaachan.” Izuku slurred, stumbling over to you to give you a kiss. He wanted to celebrate his victory the right way; with a kiss from his girlfriend who was looking sexier than usual tonight. Midoriya approached you, smelling like beer and sweat as he pulled you close to him. Without warning he crashed his lips into yours, turning a sweet kiss into an intense and passionate make out session in front of the whole party. Something definitely took over in Midoriya. He was more aggressive with you than usual. You hear encouraging whoos and a jealous aww from Mineta who wished he was the one kissing you. Izuku waved him away as if he was shooing a fly and lifted you up, carrying you away from the party and into your bedroom. He shut the door with a slam, you squealing with excitement as he heatened the kiss. Izuku’s hands were all over you, groping your ass, squeezing your boobs and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. He was a beast, hungry for his well deserved prize. 

“Do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” Izuku asked, pulling away from the sloppy kiss as he throws you on the bed. You can’t even answer as you stare at him dumbly, still shocked at your normally sweet and gentle boyfriend turn into a lust stricken beast. He hovers over you on the bed, drinking in your body in that tight little dress you wore. Izuku feels himself stiffen at the sight of you, pulling your panties down under your dress. 

“’M gonna leave this dress on. You look so good right now, ya know that? Your tits are popping out of this little thing” Midoriya hisses, taking his calloused hand and rubbing tight circles on your already sensitive bud. You moan at his dirty words, intoxicated on his touch as you grab a pillow and cover your face with it. Izuku snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room, eager to hear your moans no matter who else was around to hear them. 

“Let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” He said, easing two fingers inside you wet walls. You moan like a pornstar, grabbing onto Midoriya’s arm for dear life as he fingered you with a steady pace. Izuku’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you make those faces he loved to see pull on your features as he pulled your breasts out of your dress suckling on your swollen nipple. You pant, gasping at the euphoric feeling as the pit of your stomach tightened, threatening to snap as you approach a fast climax. Izuku noticed you body language automatically able to tell you’re about to cum. He quickened his pace as he watched you arch your back as you came undone before him. 

“Good girl.” Izuku coos as he takes his hand and sucked his sweet juices off his fingers. You flutter your eyes open as Izuku pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, his impressive length springing out as you lick your lips at the sight. You wanted him in your mouth so you grab his dick and stroke it with a tight grip earning an eager moan from Midoriya as he grabbed your hair. 

“N-No. As much as I want you to, I have to be inside you.” He stutters, pulling your dress up over your hips. He kissed you sloppily, slipping some tongue in as you moan into the kiss. He motioned for you to bend over and you do so with excitement, wiggling your ass to tease him as he smacked it with fervor. 

“You ready for me?” Izuku asked tapping his dick against you as you nod and back yourself onto him, feeling his dick slide inside you with ease. You both moan at the feeling as Midoriya grabs your hips and thrusts harshly inside you, holding nothing back as he pulled your hair and smacked your ass. The muffled sounds of the music along with the sinful noises coating the walls of your room were all you could hear as you feel his hand reach forward to rub your clit as he brushed up against your g-spot repeatedly. You scream, trying to keep up with his swift and hard strokes as you throw your ass back on him, gripping the sheets for dear life. You’re sure everyone can hear your loud moans over all the music as you approach a second climax. 

“I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with my cum, baby. You want me to fill you up don’t you, you filthy whore?” Izuku said, earning a frantic yes from you as you whine for him. You’re shocked at his words but more so turned on by them as you clench around him, cumming for him a second time. Izuku hissed as he rode out your orgasm, chasing his own. Soon enough, he’s coating your insides with his hot seed, grunting and moaning as he ruts into you a few more times. You whine at the loss of his dick as he pulled out of you. Izuku watched as his thick sperm dripped out of you, satisfied with the job for now. He grabbed a towel and cleaned you off sloppily, still heavily intoxicated. You giggled and grabbed your underwear and slipped them back on to rejoin the party. Izuku and you were both a visual mess. It looked as if you both just had sex, your hair was an absolute wreck, your dress was disheveled and you were missing a shoe. Izuku was just as bad, sweat glistening on his forehead and he had this big cheesy grin plastered on his face. You hoped you were both inconspicuous enough for you both to just rejoin the party as if nothing happened in your bedroom. But Mina took one look at you two and erupted into laughter. 

“You two just had sex didn’t you?!” 

[cloud-9ine]

Roses are pretty cliché, don't you think? (pt 1)

⤷ pairing - bakugo katsuki x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - swearing, very slight angst

⤷ summary - bakugo was already out of his element when he went to buy flowers; so he didn’t take kindly to you criticising his preference for roses

⤷ word count - 2.2k+

⤷ notes - i have never written bakugo before and GOD is this hard. i imagine older him would be a lot calmer and a lot less quick to blowing something up but he still feels ooc. tell me what you think!

⤷ pt 1, pt 2

The card Bakugo held was slightly crumpled within his clenched fist. The pretty pastels evidently not enough to calm his fired nerves. It was Mina’s idea, he reasoned, she was the one that knew what girls liked. If anything went wrong, then it was her fault.

Although, if it was up to him, he probably would never apologise. 

Bakugo knew he was an asshole. He knew he fucked up. He also knew he would sooner die than admit it. It was a fatal flaw that he never fully grew out of, much to the chagrin of both himself and his friends. The self-loathing was hard to ignore in the dark veil of the night, nor the quiet light of the morning, when the tension lay as thick as the pillows that separated them.

“Pfft, you look like you’re about to shit yourself.”

He huffed at the words from the man next to him, the snicker that left his lips only serving to spike his emotions further. 

“Shut it, sparky.” Denki only regarded his insult with a small laugh, shaking his head lightly. 

“Come on, you don’t have to look so scared. (Y/N)’s super nice, not to mention cute as a button too!” he grinned, clapping a couple times out of excitement. Bakugo sighed, cramming the business card in his front pocket without care. 

“I don’t think Kyoka would be too happy to hear that.” Denki sniggered, waving a hand around dismissively.

“If I didn’t know my wife any better, I would say the same, but you and me both know that she’d agree with me.” The impish grin on his lips was enough to make Bakugo roll his eyes.

“Where is this place?” Denki didn’t fail to notice the way he changed the subject, but for concern of his own safety, he didn’t draw attention to it.

“It’s literally right there,” vermillion eyes landed on the building in front of him, a quaint shop tucked in between two office buildings. The outside was a remarkable shade of lavender, with a small chalk-board sign outside painted with bluebells woven between opening times. 

“Oh.” A light tinkle of a bell rang out from the door as Denki pushed inside the shop, a quirk that wasn’t commonly seen with more modern establishments. Immediately upon entering the threshold into the store, Bakugo was pummelled with the overwhelmingly cloying scent of pollen. 

Resisting the urge to cough out of a begrudging politeness, he looked around. It was a small place, with bouquets of all different colours and types jumping from the tables in a dazzling a bounty of delight. In the centre of the back wall protruded the front desk, attached to the left of which was a small glass case filled with sweet-looking pastries and cakes. There was a small table in front of it, lined with a chequered table cloth, and two beautifully crafted wooden chairs tucked underneath the table with care.

“Long time no see, Denki,” Bakugo’s attention snapped to the presence behind the counter, where you leaned on your elbows with an easy smile on your face. Muted pink blouse tucked into a high-waist black skirt partnered with a cute little bow wrapped underneath your collar of a similar colour and you were already beginning to remind Bakugo of someone he knew quite well. It looked like a uniform, but it was informal enough to appear flattering.

“(Y/N)! How have you been?” Denki cried, sauntering over to the counter with his arms thrown wide in the expectance of a hug. You laughed, accepting the gesture with little hesitation.

“You here to pick up your little birthday gift for Kyoka?” you questioned once pulling away, eyes darting over to Bakugo and narrowing for a second before quickly returning to the other costumer. He nodded exuberantly, bright beam on his face.

“Of course! I’m excited to see what you thought up,” you grinned with a small nod of acknowledgement. 

“Great, I’ll be right back.” With that, you shuffled to a door behind the counter, swiftly stealing away to the small room at the back of the store. 

“She has more flowers in there?” Bakugo muttered, brows furrowing. Denki hummed, leaning on the counter whilst idly tapping his cheek.

“Yep. Flowers everywhere here.” He only nodded, eyes returning back to his surroundings. In less than a minute you had returned, clasped in your hands a beautiful bouquet with the stalks wrapped in brown paper. All Bakugo could see was a mess of purple and white with an air of coordination that tied it together, but it was enough to make Denki squeal.

“Oh, that’s stunning! What flowers are they?” you smiled, placing down the bouquet on the counter in front of him.

“Well, Kyoka’s a simple lady, so I used purple irises as the centre piece-” 

“That’s her favourite flower!” you snickered, rolling your eyes at the blonde’s words..

“Well, duh? Are you really surprised that I remembered?” you shook your head before continuing, “It’s hard to find colours that go well with purple without it looking too unconventional, so I complimented them with baby breaths and white jasmines, and magnolias in the middle to bring out a contrast in the yellow.” Denki was already pulling out his wallet before you had even finished.

“This is perfect, thank you so much! She’s gonna love them!” your smile turned smug.

“Of course she is, there’s no way I could disappoint a costumer,” Bakugo didn’t fail to notice the teasing coo in your voice, a proud glow on your face that he recognised was often replicated on his own expression, “will that be all?” Denki shook his head, handing you an indiscernible amount of money which you accepted before pushing half back. It seemed not even years on Denki was able to do simple math.

“Not all! I want some cake and my friend Katsuki here needs his own flowers!” Bakugo lurched forward from the rough shove from Denki, sending him a venomous glare with a small growl. Your eyes were amused as they landed on him, a smirk pulling on your lips.

“Hey, nice to meet you, Mr. Bakugo.” Bakugo wasn’t surprised you knew of him (being an incredibly successful pro hero and all) but the lilt to your voice as you drawled his name didn’t sit right, as if you were goading him in to ridicule. 

“Likewise.” You delicately pushed aside Denki’s bouquet to fully face Bakugo, the former having already been distracted by the sweet treats in the case.

“What can I do for you?” He straightened his back, shoulders tensing. He didn’t exactly know what he needed, having only bought flowers once or twice before for his mum. It was an underlying itch of feeling out of place that brought his next words forth, an urge to leave as soon as he could. 

“Roses, I guess. Red.” You snickered, and Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, “What?” You shrugged, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Roses are pretty cliché, don’t you think?” 

What.

Bakugo could feel the snarl that worked it’s way onto his face, a familiar tick of irritation welling up in his chest, only exacerbated by the mocking expression painted on your face.

“She’s right.” Denki called from his position crouched on the floor, gaze not even on him as he eagerly eyed a strawberry shortcake. 

“Didn’t need your input, dumbass!” He snapped, face heating at the bemused look on your face. It wasn’t often he felt embarrassed, and it was even less common that Denki would have a part to play in it.

“I’m just saying it’s better just to let her have free reign, that’s what I do.” Bakugo considered the words of his friend for a moment, before letting out a begrudging sigh, eyebrow twitching as he turned back to you. 

“Fine.” You tilted your head, leaning forward, similar to how his friend had stood earlier.

“So, why are you buying flowers?” Bakugo grunted, rubbing the back of his neck and averting his gaze.

“An apology gift. For my girlfriend.” You whistled, the noise pounding at the front of his skull.

“Damn, okay, how long have you guys been together?” Denki pulled out a chair, allowing Bakugo to sit down in front of the table as you pulled out a small notebook. 

“Since just after high school,” he muttered, resting his chin on his palm as he fiddled with the end of the table cloth, “it was great at the start but now we seem to be arguing more and more.” 

He shut his mouth. He wasn’t quite sure why he started to talk- it wasn’t like him to indulge a stranger in his life story. He bristled, resolve hardening.

“Why does it matter, anyway?” you hummed, looking around thoughtfully.

“Just trust the process. Describe this girl.”

“She would love this place.” Bakugo responded earnestly, a hollow laugh pushing past his lips as you nodded. It didn’t seem like much, but you got to work.

“Denki, pass me that bundle of tulips, please,” Denki nodded, obediently standing and pulling the tulips from one of the stands at the side of the room and pushing it towards you. You nodded your thanks, gaze returning back to Bakugo, who was watching you with a gaze eerily akin to suspicion.

“Look, this is gonna be a lot more awkward if you keep staring at me,” you grinned as he tutted, looking away. 

“I want that strawberry shortcake,” Denki exclaimed once you had settled again. Bakugo resisted the urge to roll his eyes while you just smiled. 

“Sure, let me get that for you,” you crouched down behind the glass case, “anything for you, Bakugo?” 

“No.” he responded, eyes narrowing at the cheeky smirk Denki shot at him. You pulled out the cake, rested delicately on a china plate with raspberry patterns coiled around the edge.

“Let me give you a drink, at least,” you offered, moving to the back room without giving him a moment to respond, and quickly reappearing with a teacup and saucer, “I had some lavender tea brewing. It soothes anxiety,” you passed the tea alongside the cake to Denki, who brought it back to their table with a grateful nod. 

Bakugo sighed as Denki placed the saucer down in front of him, a look of disdain on his face.

“Sugar’s on the table,” you called, snickering as you saw the small look of surprise on his face as he tasted the drink. Returning back to your work station, you fiddled with the tulips, taking some out and placing them in a glass vase. You moved out from behind the counter, flitting around the room and mulling over each flower.

Bakugo watched you with subtle interest, eyes narrowing when you shook your head or made a small noise of disdain. It was a fitting distraction from the loud mouthed Denki across from him, who was relentlessly chatting in between bites.

Seemingly having settled on several flowers, you moved back over to the tulips, weaving them together with pink and white bows in a way that Bakugo couldn’t begin to understand. 

The explosive blonde tended to pride himself on his achievements- his ability to become skilled in anything and everything carrying him through his life. But apparently flower arranging was where he fell short, and the annoyance of this fact making his nerves tick.

It wasn’t clear how much time had passed until you were done, hands never relenting even for a second as you worked, but it was evident that your project was finished when you took a step back to admire the bouquet. Your eyes flashed to him for a second, scouring his face for approval. 

Again, Bakugo didn’t really understand the big deal about flowers, but the passion in which you conducted yourself when producing them was something that he could respect. He stood, moving to get a closer look at what you had made.

“What’s in it?” you grinned, seemingly pleased at his fairly lackadaisical reaction. 

“Well, I used pink tulips as the base, and then I complimented them with white carnations and freesia. I didn’t want to add a contrast because if this is an apology, I wanted it to be fairly low-key, but still pretty. Do you like it?” He nodded, listening to the way you huffed in pride.

“Cool! Since it’s your first time, and because I like you, it’s free of charge, but just this once,” you gave him a pointed look, as if you were expecting to see him again.

“Thank you, I’m sure she’ll love them.” You nodded in acknowledgement, wrapping both bouquets in a protective layer before handing them out. Denki appeared beside you, accepting the flowers with a large grin. 

“I’ll see you later, (Y/N)! You’re coming, right?” 

“Yep, I’ll see you then,” you turned to Bakugo, eyes flashing with something he couldn’t discern, “I’ll see you later, too.” He huffed out something similar to an agreement, still unsure of his standing within your views. 

“Sure. Thanks again for the flowers.” Another grin.

“You’re welcome. Hope she likes them.” 

“Me too.” 

[miah-pooh]

Day 19 All I Want for Christmas Is You

A/n: Its day 19 of  “A Very Merry Christmas with the MHA Characters.”  This is very short because today my dad birthday and I'm going out with him today. Enjoy and Happy Holidays

Uploaded: 12/19/2020

Word Count: 0.7k

Bakugo x Reader 

Sitting on the couch with your face in your palm on Christmas Eve watching the snowfall disappointed your boyfriend wouldn’t make it home in time to celebrate christmas with you. You were so excited to spend Christmas with him that it broke his heart to tell you he would be on a mission and didn’t know if he'd be back in time for Christmas. You were supposed to go to a Christmas party that your friends invited you to, to get your mind off of Katsuki not being home but you just wanted to stay home in your cozy home. Buzz Buzz You look down at your phone and see it was Mina who texted you.

‘Put your clothes on i'm coming to get you and we're going to this party whether you like it or not.’ ‘I'm not going Mina’ Before you knew it there was a rather aggressive knock at the door, you get up dragging your body to the door. Opening the door to see Mina, Momo pushing their way into your house. “What are you doing here” you grumbled “I told you over the phone now get ready” Mina walked past you to you and Katsuki shared bedroom “I know you're sad but at least try to cheer up” Momo patted your back guiding you to the closet. Mina had pulled out some clothes to put on. “How did I even get in this situation’ pulling the sweater over your head “Cause you love us and we love you.” You rolled your eyes at Mina but she was right about you loving them. “I'm ready, let's go” you mumble. You put your boots and grabbed your things.

After arriving at Mina's places you were greeted by all your former classmates. “It’s nice to see you again y/n, how's everything been?” Kyoka smiled. It was weird for Kyoka to be talking to you like you didn't see her two days ago when you went out for breakfast together along with the other girls, but you ignored it. “It’s good seeing everyone again”  You sat down on the sofa chatting with everyone and talking about life as a hero that has her own Agency at a pretty young age. “So y/n is there anything you want for Christmas?” Sero asked with Kaminari behind him wiggling his eyebrows. They knew what you wanted and were teasing you about it. “ I just want Katsuki to come home” , taking a sip of your drink. After that one weird question everyone started to act weird.

Everyone was acting a little weirder than normal but you didn’t think to much about it till the door bell ringed “ Hey y/n can you get that” Mina says running to the back of the room, you looked at everyone that was around chatting, you got up from the couch and made your way over to the front door. Opening the door you were greeted by the last person you expected to see “Katsuki your here” With a grin on his face he runs his finger through his hair “didn’t expect me to be here did you?” your mouth drops to the floor as you wrap your arms around Katsuki neck “I thought you weren’t going to be home” You mumbled Katsuki tapped your shoulder pointing upward. You slowly followed where his finger was pointing and noticed the mistletoe that was placed in the doorway. You look back at a smirking Katsuki “So prince(ss) what’s it going to be?” You stood on your tiptoes placing a kiss on Katsuki lips. His lips were pure heaven and you melted right into the kiss forgetting about everyone around. You pulled away from the kiss feeling all hot and bothered. You turned around to everyone in the room smiling at you “MERRY CHRISTMAS Y/N” they all said in unison “ You guys knew about this?” “Yep he told us yesterday” You turned on your heel facing Katsuki “ You tell them but not me, '' The person that missed you for the longest” with a pout “Because the expression when you open the door is what i live for.”  You smiled at Katsuki and pulled him in for another kiss. Pulling away from the kiss Katsuki face was bright red that was very noticeable, turning away from everyone he mumble under his breath “Stupid dumbass” smiling softly.

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Finding Peace In A Crowded Mall (Todomomo Short Story)

The Alderaan mall was packed to the brim with people. It was stuffy. It was like sardines in a tin can. It was everything expected for a Friday night. 

Todoroki adjusted his face mask and kept walking, emanating a sigh that he had to leave the Mcdonalds’ the minute he was done. Such was the environment of an ongoing pandemic. Though transmissions had been at a fortunate zero for a week now, Japan was still to let up on its safety measures, which included mandatory face masks (he’d gotten used to that), limited dining seats and no loitering. 

He was hoping he could skirt around those rules by staying inside for an hour more to study or rest, but seeing the long crowd waiting for their dinner, he had packed up and left.

Which brought him to his current predicament of finding a place to hang around, turning out to be nowhere. Nowhere to sit (safety measures), nowhere to stand that wouldn’t raise security’s eyebrows, nowhere to find solace.

And right now, home was not an option. It was the entire reason he’d decided to eat dinner out. He needed time away, for himself. Selfish, he knew. He’d tried to push down the pangs of guilts of Fuyumi managing the house by herself. 

Just an hour, hour half away...it wouldn’t hurt, right? 

He looked at the lady in front of him, dressed in an grey overcoat with black hair tied up in a ponytail, talking to someone on the phone. He was too far to make out their conversation. What was it about? Not that he was a busybody. He was just wondering what the woman’s life was like. 

A guy around his age walked past him, wearing basketball shorts and a jersey. Just finished practice? His expression was neutral. Everyone wore a neutral expression, including Todoroki. If they were happy, they showed it with a smile or a grin. Some laughter if it wasn’t too raucous. 

But if they were angry about something, or saddened, or feeling empty inside...their countenance was always the same. 

He had wanted to be able to retreat into the recesses of his mind, but Shoto found it excessively difficult to do so whilst micromanaging his bodily functions. Walking (at the right pace), glancing behind and ahead of him to make sure no one was rushing into him, or that he was blocking the way. Doing all that, and confronting the stresses in his academic life? 

“Todoroki?” A muffled voice came from his left.

“O –” He turned to see Yaoyorozu in a shoe store. “Yaoyorozu.” 

“Quite a small world, isn’t it?” She spoke through her mask, to which Todoroki hummed in agreement. Ok, wish her a good evening and leave. 

“What are you doing? He asked before he could stop himself. Buying shoes, obviously. Why are you so terrible at holding conversations? 

“Oh, it’s Kyoka’s birthday coming up. I’m getting a present for her.” She turned back to look at the pair of black heels with studded gems on the sole. “You think she’d like these?” 

He shrugged. “You know her better than me.” 

“That’s fair, but I’d like your opinion.”

He studied the items. “Well, she does wear black a lot, but I don’t think she would like the sparkle. Isn’t she more into punk rock...stuff?” He found Jiro’s taste difficult to describe, given his lack of knowledge in that genre of style. 

Momo chuckled. “She has a feminine side to her – I mean, it’s obvious, but she doesn’t like to show it. She’s worried about not having anything fancy to wear for prom.” 

“Oh, well...” 

“It’s ok, Todoroki. Thanks for helping, anyway.” She looked behind him, and asked, “Are you here with anyone?”

“No. You?”

“My parents went shopping. I’m meeting with them in a while. I had to go shoe shopping alone, because otherwise my mother would constantly be nagging my choices.” A look of exasperation crossed her face. 

“I see.” A silence followed, one that Todoroki would describe as awkward. It was as awkward as a child asking their mother why that white-and-red haired boy had a scar on his eye. Out loud. In front of him. But Yaoyorozu broke the silence. 

“Well, I’ll see you at school next week?” She gave a wave. Todoroki did the same, saying his farewells, before leaving.

He walked towards the exit with a briskness in his pace, not wanting to bump into his classmate after that catastrophe of a conversation. God, that was horrible.

As much as he didn’t want to think about it, as he sat on the train home, with his phone nearly dying, there wasn’t much to occupy his mind with apart from thoughts of the schoolwork he was returning to, and the encounter with Yaoyorozu. The screeching rails and chatter from those nearby forbade him from even thinking of any other peaceful thoughts, the entire objective of this night. 

Ironically, her presence was calming for him. Seeing a friendly face who wasn’t a member of his family – as much as he loved them, was comforting. Maybe it was because she was in the same boat as him, yet she looked as if she was holding up well. 

The thought was bittersweet. She seemed so carefree, that he wondered whether the top student in class was suffering from the same expectations that was weighed upon him. Was she that studious that she could maintain some semblance of mental resilience despite their exams fast approaching? Or was she also feeling that anxiety bubble every time her mind wandered to thoughts of academics? 

But she looked so...okay. That was the word for it. A simple word. A simple question. “Are you okay?” She looked as if she could answer, “Yes.” And genuinely mean it. 

He wondered if he should have asked about school, but he doubted she would want to talk about that, or even talk to him in the first place. Then again, she  had struck up the conversation by even acknowledging his presence, because he definitely would walked past her. 

She did keep asking me those questions...Was she trying to keep the conversation going? No...no, that wouldn’t make sense. 

He gave a mental sigh, wishing that maybe he could have kept that conversation going, because that was, in hindsight, the moment where he wasn’t thinking about the rolling waves and roaring thunder in his life, but where he was in the eye of it all, and it was...

It was really peaceful.

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Nothing related whatsoever to my current situation. Writers’ projection is not a thing I swear. 

Yes, I did go out alone for dinner to get away from everything for a mere hour or so. No, I did not meet a classmate to have an awkward conversation. Yes, the McDonalds’ was good. No, I did not project all of my emotions and personality onto Todoroki. He’s still his own character and I tried to retain that to the best of my ability. 

I didn’t want to make this a full shipfic. It’s not sappy Todomomo, but just focusing more on Todoroki’s (and Yaoyorozu’s) academic pressures. I think romantic tension would take that theme away. If you’d like to think of a sequel hurt/comfort where they find solace in each other, go ahead. 

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research

word count: 3.8k

warnings: aged-up, smut, established relationship, oral, strap-on, mention of polyamory, Very Mild dom/sub tones, fluff (there’s always fluff)

pairing: Momo Yaoyorozu x Reader (gender neutral)

author’s note: Momo is darling, but gosh dang. This took me. So long?? Idk why, but it’s done! Rejoice! I am rather happy that this still happens to coincide with my character theme for the month though.

It’s the little things that give Momo’s excitement about something away. The small huff she makes without realizing it, eyes focused on some distant point. The straightening of her shoulders when she’s looking over her calendar and schedules. The way she avoids a subject completely, not wanting to appear overeager. For a hero who specializes in strategy, she is ridiculously transparent when it comes to her home life. Sometimes it’s hard not to tease her about it, to bring things up outright - but on the whole, you’ve found it’s more fun in general if you let Momo share when she’s ready. 

The wait is always worth it, after all, and the pleased blush it brings to her cheeks? Utterly adorable.

You can’t deny that it’s all making you a little antsy though. She’s been obsessing over something for weeks, jumping whenever you catch her looking through her phone, hurriedly exiting out of tabs on her computer when you enter the room. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume she was attempting to plan some kind of surprise party (though you wouldn’t put it past her to try), but there isn’t any milestone or birthday close enough to warrant some kind of big celebration.  

“Momo?” You call out, letting the front door click shut behind you. She doesn’t verbally answer, but there’s a cacophony of noise as she knocks something over in surprise, and then it falls into something else. Her cursing is low, and frantic, but you can't quite catch what she's saying. You think it might be a “No!” or a “Please wait!!” but eventually the noises cease.

“Uh. Momo, are you alright?” You try, staying where you are by the door.

A very low, sheepish “Yes, I'm quite alright,” reaches you from somewhere deeper in the house. It sounds like the room she's in has the door shut, and it’s very likely that she doesn’t want you anywhere near it, but- your curiosity is nearly drowning you. You kick off your shoes, sighing as you start to walk through the house, and she immediately starts trying to hide something again. Her hurried footsteps and muttered pleading is a dead giveaway. If you didn’t trust her implicitly, you’d be developing some sort of complex. You stop in front of the bedroom, but you hesitate, just for a moment. You know it’s silly though, Momo has always been very open with you.

“Momo, please don’t rush and hide… whatever it is that you’ve been doing. I won’t open the door if you don’t want me to, but I’d like to talk?” The shuffling noises coming from behind your bedroom door immediately cease. For a moment, you believe you’re actually going to have a conversation through the closed door, and you’re feeling a little sad- but then Momo is in the doorway, swinging it open wide, hair loose and wild around her shoulders as she clutches a hand tightly at the neck of her robe. She’s standing awkwardly, and you assume - and you know that your assumption is correct - that she’s hiding something underneath her robe.

“I’m sorry,” Momo declares, before you can even open your mouth. “I realize what this must- I swear I’m not doing anything dishonest-” She halts when you lift a hand, sighing when her face flushes heavily with pink.

“Can I say a few things first?” You ask, relieved when she bobs her head in agreement. “I get the sense that you’re… Trying to surprise me with something?” Momo’s eyes, downcast when you start, dart back to your face, full of relief.

“I am,” she says, and her voice is soft now, empty of the panic that’d been written all over her face just a moment ago. She tucks a long dark lock of hair behind her ear, which only makes you want to reach out and tug at it, just to see her truly smile.

“I still don’t know what it is. You’ve been very good about keeping it so flipping secret, but seriously. Please just tell me you want to surprise me with something, because you look so guilty-”

Momo sighs, covering her face with one hand. “I know. It’s hard to keep things from you! I’m used to talking about my day, or the things I’m thinking about, regardless of what it relates to, and then I wanted- and I just-” She slumps into your touch when you reach out to stroke gentle hands over her shoulders.

“Next question. Do you still want to wait to surprise me, or have I interrupted the planning so badly that it’s just not worth it anymore?” You have to laugh when her mouth twists, and her eyes widen. She’s horrified.

“Of course the surprise is still worth it! I was doing it because I thought you’d enjoy it, and your enjoyment is paramount to-” Momo frowns, but stops speaking again when you shake your head.

“I meant, do I still have to wait, or are you going to show me?” You lean on the door frame, content to watch her worry at her bottom lip with her teeth, internally debating. The hand at the neck of her robe fidgets for a moment, but as soon as she notices you watching, she stops herself.

“I- If you could wait. Until tomorrow?” She lets go of her robe for a moment, ready to reach out to touch you, but then she squeaks and hurriedly tugs it shut when it gapes open.

“Tomorrow, then,” you murmur, overly pleased when she lets you snag a kiss. Her lips are gentle at first, a soft breath puffing out against you when you make a happy noise. She forgets about propriety when your teeth graze her bottom lip though, and soon you're both leaning into one another, making out on the threshold. Momo's mouth tastes faintly of her favorite tea, and she makes a soft noise when you reach up to tangle your fingers in her hair - but then she's gently pushing you away, looking guilty all over again.

“If we don't stop, I won't be able to- I mean, I wanted to talk about-” Momo let's out a strangled noise. “Now I'm too impatient,” she sighs. There's a moment where she just stares at you, eyes big and dark, and then her fingers are catching in the collar of your shirt, and she's urging you through the doorway. She's still clutching at her silky robe, but she's straightened now, and you can see a tell tale tent just below her hips.

“Momo, did you get-” but you don't get any farther, because she mutters a sharp damn it beneath her breath, her shoulders hunching. She motions for you to sit down on the bed, fidgeting about with the robe, and something underneath it, before she gives up with a sigh.

“I was trying to make one, because the structure is a simple one, but I had to make samples first of course, and test them, and-” Momo's lips quiver with embarrassment, cheeks steadily turning red.

“Momo, I’m not going to judge you here. We’ve talked about what we like in the bedroom, and- oh.” You are surprised. You’d suspected what the item was, as soon as you saw the way it pressed against the robe, but it’s still a surprise when Momo parts the material and reveals that she’s wearing nothing underneath - except a strap-on. Her shoulders straighten, posing naturally, even though you can see that she’s still embarrassed and nervous about the entire ordeal. There’s a bit of heat crawling up your own spine, and you understand now, why she kept hiding whatever reference pages she was looking at whenever you caught her on the computer or her phone. Momo would have been mortified if you’d actually seen her looking at pictures or videos online. Even now, after you’ve been together for so long, she still gets so easily flustered.

“I… I feel slightly judged.” She breathes out slowly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she turns to the side, displaying the fairly average length of the strap-on.

“Not judging, Momo. I’m admiring, though-” Something about the colors makes you pause. Momo doesn’t stick with any one shade in her wardrobe - though she is rather fond of red - but the black and pink-ish marbling reminds you of something, something you see fairly often and just- “Oh my goodness.” You reach out to touch it, grinning, and trying to hold back a laugh, because you’re not sure whether she did it on purpose, or it was a subconscious decision.

“What? What it is?” Momo asks, tone a little frantic as looks back and forth between your face and the fake cock she’s made.

Is this the time to bring it up? You hesitate, because you don’t want to make her uncomfortable, but it has been something you wonder about and… “Momo, the color choice.”

“You don’t like it?” She asks, and while she doesn’t sound disappointed, exactly, she does looks like she’s second guessing her decisions, frowning down at the straps around her hips and thighs.

“It’s not that! I promise. I just- this is like the exact shade of salmon pink that Jirou wears, all mixed up with black.” You know your smile is a little crooked, you know she’s feeling more than little awkward, but you don’t expect the slight curl at the corner of her mouth. “Did, did you choose it on purpose?” You ask, disbelieving.

“I- maybe? I wanted to- I wanted to talk about that too, actually. You, I think you know how I… How I admire Kyoka, and-”

“She’s why I thought I didn’t have a chance with you,” you joke, feeling a bit more steady when she sighs, expression put-upon, but fond.

“Shush. You’ve been polite, but you know. And, and well, I see the way you look at her too.” Momo raises an eyebrow. She’s probably trying to look stern, but mostly it’s coming across as worried. And she’s still standing there in an open, silky robe, with nothing on but the strap.  

Your head is whirling, and now you can feel heat in your face, along the back of your neck, your ears. Yeah, sure, you think Jirou is lovely too. Her and Momo are such good friends, and Jirou is just hard not to like, with her sarcasm and that sneaky smile. You figured you had just been seeing Jirou through a Momo-lense though, and you’d never intended on saying anything about any kind of attraction you might have felt for her. “I… I suppose I do,” you say, shrugging slightly. “But I never- we never talked about anything beyond our commitment to each other. I would never try and risk this.”

“I’m not asking you to!” Momo hurries to say. “I wouldn’t, either, I’m not- it’s why I’m talking to you now though. She’s said… Kyoka has said things. Not outright, but they sound like- well. If all parties were interested, I wanted to have this conversation with you, first.” Momo crosses her arms over her chest, covering the prickle of gooseflesh - from the coolness of the room? Or maybe nerves. Either way, she takes a step back, rubbing at her arms. “So, I believe I did choose the colors intentionally. Maybe not quite consciously, but- should, should I take this off?” She reaches down and tugs at it, gently, and it’s beyond distracting. The two of you need to finish this conversation, but it doesn’t quite feel like it’d be a bad thing, if you put it off. Just until after you tried it all out. She put so much hard work into this anyway.

“One, we’re going to talk about this later. Two, I think it’ll be a good conversation? I’m not opposed, but I honestly can’t think logically right now, and three-” You pause, breathing out slowly, and then directing a wobbly smile her way. “Please don’t take it off?” You stand back up, slipping your arms around Momo and ignoring the awkward poke against your thighs.

Momo melts into your touch, relief written all over her features, tension easing from her body. For just a moment, she buries her face against your neck, and you feel the soft brush of her eyelashes against your skin. Then she’s lifting her head to press a warm, deep, kiss to your lips. It's all-consuming. You don't have time to think any longer, to worry, to wonder- nothing exists but the warmth of her in your arms. The way her hands are sliding along your jaw, fingers curling around the back your neck… How her nails prick your skin, it leaves you feeling weak. Weak-kneed, hazy, with happiness. With lust.

Once you break away from her kiss, you're both breathing raggedly. Your lips are swollen, and tingling, but you can't help but grin. “I have another question,” you start. Momo winces, like she's expecting the worst, and leans forward again so she can hide her face against your shoulder. “Aw, Momo! It's not that bad. I promise.” She says something, but as it's muffled against you, you choose to ignore it. “Seeing as we haven't used something like this before, I'm just curious as to whether you researched it thoroughly.”

“Joke later,” Momo says, lifting her head to kiss your neck. You have the sneaking suspicion that she’s hiding a blush now.

“But did you? I mean, it’s really important to have a- whoa!”

Her breath huffs out against your neck, and then she pushes you. You nearly take her with you,  grasping at her arms as you fall back onto the bed, but Momo is a hero. She sidesteps you and then just stands there, hands on her hips, looking like absolute heaven. She’s still blushing, just a bit, but with the way her hair lays over her shoulders, and the posing- desire pulses through you so strongly you ache.

“I always know what I’m doing,” she tells you, trying to get her voice to sound a little sharp. It’s an act, of course. Momo always freely admits to her shortcomings, which are few and far between, but her expression still sends shivers down your spine.

“You do,” you agree, silently concentrating on keeping your mouth closed. You’re… Kind of afraid of drooling on yourself and looking ridiculous.

“Now, take off your clothes,” she demands, and walks over to the bedside table. You’re listening to her, really, but you realize then that there’s lube on the nightstand, as well as… As well as a few dildos she must have deemed unsatisfactory. You’re staring again, and it isn’t until she says your name, one eyebrow arched, that you finally move. You’re too impatient to take your time, and making a show of it always makes Momo so flustered. You’re not sure she could keep up this ‘strict’ demeanor if you try to be distracting, and you don’t want to ruin her fun. Or your own. The way she’s biting at her bottom lip though-

“Clothes off,” you say, a little breathless, as you drop the material to the floor. You’re excited already, aching, but you stay sitting on the edge of the bed, and let Momo come to you. She stops in front of you, and shrugs the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of silk. You have to breathe out again, slow and even, to keep yourself from reaching up to touch her. Momo planned this, and you’ve no doubt about her strategic abilities in the bedroom. Surprises are questionable but... This one is turning out well. She starts off gentle, fingertips stroking against your cheekbones and slipping back into your hair, but she’s silent and you want to hear her. “Can I touch you?” You ask, shivering when her fingernails scratch softly against your scalp.

Momo’s lips part, and then close, as if she’s thinking better of what she was going to say, before she finally nods her head. Her hands stay where they are, stroking your face and through your hair, but you reach for her hips. You wonder if you should pay attention to the fake cock first, if she’d like to see your hands on it? But you want to touch her, and so your hands stroke her hips, slow and steady, before you slip one hand between her thighs and brush a knuckle against her. She shifts, letting you have easier access and then you just barely keep from groaning out loud - she’s drenched. Momo makes a soft gasping noise, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, and then you’re slipping a finger inside her. She likes to close her eyes, usually, to lose herself in the sensation whenever you fuck her with your fingers, but she keeps her eyes open now. You want to lean forward, to wrap your mouth around a pale pink nipple as you slide another finger into her, but Momo’s hand tightens in your hair.

“O-on your knees,” she tells you, and takes a step back so you can slip off of the bed. She doesn’t relinquish her hand in your hair though. You slip your fingers free of her, enjoying the slick still covering your fingers, and obey. The carpet is rough, but you barely notice, not with all your attention focused on the face-level strap-on, or the way she’s tilted your head back to look up at her. Momo swallows, and finally looks away, nerves getting the better of her. “Let me know if you don’t like something. If you want-”

“I’ll tell you to stop,” you murmur, smiling when she looks back at you. That will be more than enough, for now. If this is something you both like, a discussion on more personal safe-words can be had later, but right this moment? Momo will stop everything if you show any sign of discomfort. It’s too new for both of you to do more than that. “What do you want me to do?” You ask, shivering when her fingers spasm in their hold on your hair. Momo straightens, forcing herself to stop worrying at her lip, and reaches down to angle the strap away from your face.

“I want your mouth on me,” she tells you, and her voice is steady, eyes focused on your parted lips. “And after, you’re going to lay back on the bed and we’re going to use this properly.” Momo places one dainty foot on the edge of the bed, calf flexing, and then urges you toward her. You go without a fight.

You kiss against her thigh, once, twice, enjoying the softness of her skin against your face, before you turn to flick your tongue out against her clit. Momo doesn’t make any noise this time, but she presses a little harder against your head, and you want to laugh. She’s so fucking eager for it, for the way you wrap your lips around her clit, the way you roll your tongue against her - but you want her so bad you’re aching too. Your hands are on your own thighs to start with, and she hasn’t urged you for more yet, so you keep them there, licking down the length of her opening. She’s sweet, and slightly musky, and your face is going to be a mess after this, but you don’t care. You start a slow rhythm, licking down and up, and then sucking at her clit, pressing against it with your tongue, until she shakes and whispers your name.

You take that as your cue to do more, and slide one hand up her thigh while the other cups her ass, pressing her closer to your face. She gasps when you suck harder, sliding two fingers into her and curling, and then she’s moaning. Slowly, she rocks herself against your face, hand still gentle in your hair, but her knuckles are pale where they’re wrapped around the dildo, keeping to the side. It can’t be comfortable, holding it that way, so you re-double your efforts, pistoning your fingers into her a little harder, a little faster, while you keep your lips around her clit. Momo is shuddering now, murmuring your name on repeat, but when she comes, it’s with a sharp little scream that leaves you so excited you’re in pain. She lets go of your hair.

“On the bed,” she rasps, and her gaze is slightly unfocused, but she’s moving as soon as you’re laying down with your legs spread. Her hands are warm, but slightly stiff, from holding so still, so it takes her two tries to get the lube open, and then she squeezes too hard on the bottle and her hand is full of it, almost dripping, before she’s lathering it on and then in you. She’s still enjoying the afterglow, is standing at an angle to keep her thighs from touching, but determination is stealing over her face. Part of you wants to urge her to be quick, to fuck me already, Momo, please, but she’s being slow for a reason. She’s steady with her hands, fingers pushing and twisting, and then pulling out and then stretching.

“Momo,” you plead, stretching your legs a little wider apart, fingers twisted in the blankets. “I’m going to beg soon, okay? I just want- want-” She curls her fingers again, and your eyes close, a shaking breath slipping from your lungs. You’re too focused on the feeling of it, on how close you already are, when she finally replaces her fingers with the strap-on. Your eyes snap open, but you barely get a chance to watch it disappear inside you, you’re so messy and wet and- “Momo, holy- it feels so good, so fucking good-” Momo thrusts into you, and you forget about speech. She’s still moving so god damn slow that you feel like you’re going to break apart with wanting. She slides her hands down your thighs, leaving behind a trail of stickiness, and curls her fingers around your hips. She finally finds a slightly faster rhythm. Her dark eyes rove over your face as she fucks you, and her mouth is open, lips almost red where she’s been biting on them. You’re too close, too worked up, to try and hold yourself back. “Gonna come,” you gasp out, lifting your hips into each of her thrusts.

“Show me,” Momo murmurs, letting go of your hip to reach her hand in between you. Her fingers slide through some of the dripping lube and then she touches you - and you can barely breathe. Your back arches, and you’re cursing and Momo is telling you how lovely you are, but her voice is too soft and- you don’t realize your ears are ringing until she’s stopped moving.

“Oh my god. Momo,” you say, weakly, grunting when she leans over you and the dildo pushes just a little deeper.

“I did do research,” she tells you, conspiratorially. You can’t help it. You break down into laughter.

[eternal-love-song]

Hand Holding Is Hard

Kaminari wants to hold his girlfriends hands.

[Kaminari/Jirou/Momo] [Established Relationship, Fluff, Introspection, OT3]

For @anchoashido Happy Birthday~

Kaminari felt his heart trying to leap out of his throat. The room was dark, but the light from the television highlighted Kyoka's face. Momo was sitting on her other side and they were whispering together about the movie that played on screen.

Most of the class had gathered together to watch a movie, but Kaminari couldn't help feeling like it was just him and Kyoka. Well, him, Kyoka, and Momo. The three of them were on the same couch with Kyoka sitting in the middle. He was hyper aware of the space between them, and of the space between Kyoka and Momo, which was considerably smaller.

All he wanted was to hold her hand. It was on the couch right beside him, but working up the courage to actually place his hand over hers was... not as easy as he'd anticipated when he came up with the idea. And he'd thought asking her out had been the hardest thing he'd ever done, but he was pretty sure it was this.

Momo caught his staring and gave him a questioning look, which in turn made Kyoka look at him. "Is something wrong, Denki?"

His breath caught in his throat. They both called him by his first name since they'd started dating, but he still wasn't used to it. He turned hastily back toward the television and squeaked out a "Nothing!" He was too loud and a few people shushed him, making him more nervous and embarrassed than he already was. He stayed stiffly facing forward in his seat until the two girls looked away again. It was only then that he found himself letting out a relieved breath.

It was never this hard with Momo. She'd taken his hand on her own the few times they went out together, smiling brightly as she lead him somewhere or just because Kyoka had taken her hand and she wanted to make sure he was included. Momo had this easy going air about her. Even if Kaminari did the wrong thing, she would talk to him gently and correct his behavior.

Kyoka wasn't like that. She got upset easily, whether that was because he did something stupid or she was just embarrassed. She liked to tease him and could be a little harsh sometimes, but he didn't mind it. He liked it, in fact. Having a girl willing to tease him, that wasn't willing to put up with him being an idiot. He didn't want to stumble over himself all the time and it was nice that Kyoka would call him out, but still liked him.

They'd never held hands though. Kyoka held Momo's hands all the time. Sometimes Momo was the one to take Kyoka's hand and smile at her like it was all she ever wanted in the world, but sometimes it would be Kyoka, red faced and shy, slipping her hand into Momo's grasp. His girlfriends were literally the cutest two people in class and he couldn't be happier than when he saw them holding hands. He wanted that, too. He wanted to hold Kyoka's hand and by now he was pretty sure that he would have to be the one to do it. It just so happened that that was easier said than done.

Kaminari closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down. He imagined Momo cheering him on, looking excited at the idea of her partners holding hands, and the image helped immensely. He opened his eyes and looked next to him to see if anything had changed.

It hadn't. Kyoka's hand was still there, perfectly still and relaxed as she watched the screen. Kaminari inched his hand closer slowly. He tried to ignore the thumping of his heartbeat. This was his girlfriend, the worst thing that would happen was that she would draw her hand back. No big deal.

Except it was a big deal. It was a huge deal! The last thing he wanted was for her to draw away from him. Would that mean that she didn't want to hold his hand? Maybe she didn't like holding hands at all? No, that couldn't be right. She held Momo's hand all the time. So it would just be him. He didn't want to find out that his girlfriend didn't want to hold his hand. Would that mean she didn't like him as much as...

No, he couldn't think that. This was stupid. He should just do it. He should do it. Momo had cheered him on earlier, right? He could do this! He reached for her hand...

...only to have it swiftly draw away from him.

Kaminari tried not to panic as he saw her holding both her hands in front of her face as she gasped. In fact, there were similar sound all around him. Something surprising must have happened in the movie. He hadn't paid any attention to the movie since the opening credits. He didn't even know if they were watching a thriller or an action movie or what.

He let out a deep sigh and slumped against the back of the couch. Why the hell was he letting this take so much energy out of him? If he was really cool, he'd just do it. Maybe with a cool catchphrase or something to go with it. But if he did that, she'd just laugh at him. Kyoka usually laughed at his attempts to be cool, proving that he was nowhere near as cool as he thought he was.

Well, Momo thought he was cool, he was pretty sure, but that wasn't really the same thing. Momo was surprisingly easy to impress. Or maybe she was just altogether too nice to be unimpressed when someone put in so much effort? That... that was a little bit of a depressing thought.

Then he felt a very soft, very light touch to the back of his hand. He looked down and the hand jumped away from his for just a moment before hesitantly settling back down on top of his. His eye moved up to Kyoka's face, staring at the screen with a determined look, lightly blushing, and using all of her willpower to pretend she wasn't watching him. Warmth bloomed inside him, spreading from his fingertips, through his cheeks, and all throughout the rest of his body. He was sure that he was blushing just as much, maybe more, than she was. He moved his hand slightly so that he could thread their fingers together, which solved the problem of him blushing more than her. as he saw the red spread even further on her face.

Kaminari grinned at her, then leaned over a bit to rest his head on her shoulder. He wondered if he should say something. "Thank you" or maybe "I like you too" but in the end he opted to remain silent. He was no good at impressing Kyoka with words anyway and he didn't want to ruin the moment.

Momo wrapped an arm around Kyoka's shoulder and her fingertips brushed his hair. He looked up to see her smiling widely at him, that bright encouraging smile he imagined she would use to cheer him on. He returned the grin.

Then an idea struck him. He took his hand from Kyoka's grasp, causing her too look at him with surprise, but he quickly replaced it his other hand. He let one hand drape over the back of the couch and reached for Momo's hand before she retreated. She looked entirely touched by the action as they held hands behind the back of the couch, Kyoka resting between them, their other hands held tightly in her grip. Maybe it looked silly, maybe it was silly, but it was the best thing Kaminari could possibly imagine doing.

[sweetmemories2606]

Unforgivable: Gruvia and Jerza Fanfic (chapter 4)

Summary: A missing child. A prophecy. Two siblings, born from light and darkness. Nothing will be the same after Juvia reveals the truth about her past, damaging her relationship with Gray. Meanwhile, Lucy struggles with a family secret and one night causes unexpected consequences for Jellal and Erza. How will they survive Zeref's ultimate plan? 

Pairing: Gruvia, Jerza, NaLu, Lyredy, GaLe, AlBis

Link (chapters 1-3): https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12889561/1/Unforgivable

Warning: You should really check out the other chapters before reading this post, or else there will be confusion. 

Happy reading!

                                                      Why We Met

"Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something."

-Lucy Heartfilia

In a hidden mansion, miles away from everything…

"I don't like this." Kyoka, goddess of the slave planet, said.

"She's talking too much." Torafusa, one of the nine demon gates, added while they watched through a magic mirror as Juvia Lockser explained her backstory.

"It won't be long till she starts talking about us." Tempester spoke, staring at the screen with narrowed eyes.

"I wouldn't be so worried. Remember that my macro curse won't allow her to do so." Seilah reminded them, smirking.

"That's true. Although I think that Jellal's getting suspicious with the information we've had her give him." Kyoka voiced her concerns, staring at Jellal's figure cautiously.

"I wonder how he found out about our plans to eliminate Erza Scarlet." The former said.

"Doesn't matter. Just because Juliet Fernandes didn't actually kill her, doesn't mean it's over." Keyes told them and the demons smiled.

"Of course not. We'll still have plenty of opportunities for that." Kyoka said.

"Besides, now that we know Juliet is capable of murder, we should use that to our advantage." Seilah reminded them while making a book appear; the name Juliet could be read on the cover.

"What do you have in mind, Seilah?" A new voice asked as a woman entered the room. Her appearance was hidden behind a hood, but a few locks of blue hair could be spotted.

"Alison. I was beginning to wonder where you were, dear." Keyes told her with a sinister smile on his skeleton face.

"I was taking care of business. Don't you remember?" The woman raised a brow in his direction.

"Of course. Now we have a new job for you." Kyoka said and she turned to the demon, an interested look in her eyes.

"Do tell." Alison closed the door behind her before walking towards the center of the room, where the Nine Demon Gates were reunited.

"Retrieve Erza Scarlet." A surprised look crossed her face and she froze. A few moments passed before she recomposed herself. "Shouldn't be a problem. Where is she?"

"I'm okay." Gray said, glancing towards Juvia and Jellal with a smile. "I'm happy for her."

"Good for you, man." Natsu patted him on the back.

"I have a feeling that's not all there is to the story." Levy voiced her concerns.

"Same. There are many things left unexplained." Gajeel added, frowning.

"Let's give them time before we ask more." Wendy wisely suggested.

"Yeah, with everything that happened tonight, I think they'll need it." Lucy glanced towards Erza's lifeless body and frowned. "Do you think they're telling the truth about Erza?"

"Why would they lie? You know how much Jellal loves her." Levy replied.

"If Juvia had actually killed her, I don't think he'd act this way; sister or not." Gray added.

"But can we be sure that she's still alive?" Gajeel wondered; something didn't feel right about this whole story.

"I won't be sure until I see it with my very eyes." Natsu was quick to say before crossing his arms and glaring at Ultear and Meredy, who stood in the distance, watching the siblings reunite.

"We still have questions." Gajeel loudly told them before taking a few steps forward. The two looked surprised for a moment, but nodded.

"We'll answer them as best as we can." The older woman said, but soon enough Juvia spoke having broken apart from the hug. "Thank you, Ultear, but I can handle it. This is my story, after all."

"Good. Because there are some things that still don't make sense." Natsu told her and she raised a brow.

"Such as?" Levy was the one who started questioning.

"Well, Jellal mentioned that you disappeared when he was seven. Where did you go?" Juvia sighed; knowing this question would come. She exchanged a glance with Ultear, who gave her an unsure look. "If I'm going to tell the truth, I'll have to tell them everything."

"Are you sure?" Meredy's eyes were wide; she didn't think this was a good idea.

"So this is what you were talking about before." Natsu muttered, remembering the words spoken by them a few minutes before

"I know, but that doesn't change what I did. What I had her do."

"She didn't go through with it. And, honestly, I don't think Gray needs to know."

"Whatever it is, you can tell me." The ice mage was quick to tell his girlfriend.

"I know you won't think like that once I'm done, but you deserve to know." Juvia took a deep breath before looking right at him, blue eyes filled with sadness. "When I was five and Jellal was seven, I was kidnapped. I remember that night clearly; it was my 5th birthday and I had fun playing games with him and our father. I was so happy, until he came. The man who took me away from my family and ruined my life."

"Who was it?" Lucy couldn't hold her curiosity any longer.

"His name was Hades; and he used to be the master of Fairy Tail." Their eyes widened once they remembered the man that they had met on Tenrou Island.

"Hades?" Natsu whispered, disbelieving.

"Wait a minute! If he was the one who took you, does that mean that…." Levy started and Gray finished her thought.

"You were with Grimoire Heart, weren't you?" Juvia nodded slowly, a guilty look coming upon her face.

"Yes. I was brought to the place where Ultear was also being kept." This had everyone glancing towards Ultear. "Back then she was Hades' only recruit and we quickly bonded over loneliness and bad parents; since he told me my father didn't want me anymore and had sent me away." Juvia paused and sighed."Of course, it didn't take me long to figure out he was lying, but by then I was in too deep and constantly supervised. So I had no choice but to follow his orders if I wanted to stay alive."

"That makes sense." Lucy said and the others agreed.

"But still, it doesn't forgive everything you must've done as a member of Grimoire Heart." Gajeel spoke next.

"I disagree. If I managed to forgive Ultear for everything she did, it won't be hard to forgive you." Gray sincerely said.

"Besides, compared to the rest of us, Juvia didn't do anything that wrong. She didn't kill anyone in cold blood like me; I always managed to protect her from that." Ultear added and Juvia tensed.

"It's not entirely true. I did some awful things." Her hands held tightly onto the heart-shaped necklace that she constantly wore.

"You didn't have a choice. Master Hades would've killed you otherwise." Meredy reassured.

"It was a matter of survival; we understand. I can forgive that." Gray said and Juvia couldn't help but to smile.

"Thank you, my love. I can't believe how supportive you're being. It's so…unexpected." He laughed at this.

"Trust me, I'm freaking out here. But nothing I've heard so far has convinced me to hate you or resent you. All I can see is how much you suffered and I hate that you didn't tell me before." Tears were brimming in the corner of her eyes.

"I was so scared. I didn't want to lose you." He shook his head before fixing her with a reassuring look.

"You won't. I promised to always be there for you, didn't I?" She nodded, unable to formulate words.

"You two are so sweet!" Meredy happily told them.

"Yes, I just wish I had seen it sooner." Ultear sighed.

"But you did. You saw how I was falling in love with him and you decided to step back. I'm always grateful for that." Juvia told her and Gray's eyes widened.

"So you told Ultear about me? Is that how she found out?" The older woman shook her head.

"No, it was the other way around. I knew exactly who you were ever since Hades told me about my mother's death by your hand. He wanted to fuel my hate for you and need for revenge. It worked just perfectly." She looked down in shame. "I just wish I hadn't dragged Juvia into it."

"It's okay; I've forgiven you for that." The water mage quickly reassured her before smiling. "Besides, if you hadn't pushed me towards Gray, I would've never found the happiness he brought into my life."

"So that first date, it was your doing?" Lucy asked, recalling Juvia and Gray's first encounter a few weeks before the battle between Phantom Lord and Fairy Tail.

"Yes. I sent Juvia there to kill Gray, but she couldn't bring herself to do it." Ultear replied and the memory brought matching smiles to Gray and Juvia's faces.

About 1 year earlier...

"Why do you care enough to comfort me when you don't even know me?" Gray was surprised, for many reasons.

"To be honest, I'm not always like this." He hoped she'd understand what he meant."But Mirajane has been pushing me to be nicer, so I'm trying."

"You're doing a good job." She allowed a sincere smile to take over her face and he gave his own in return.

"I'm glad." They were silent for a few moments, until the faraway ticking of a clock let them know it was already midnight.

"We should go." Juvia didn't know why she suggested it. This was the perfect moment to finish what she had come here to do. They were alone there; no one would be witness to her sins.

"Okay." He nodded slowly, although she could tell he didn't want to.

"But before we do..." Unexpectedly to both, she closed the distance between them as her arms wrapped around his torso while her head rested on his chest. "Thank you." There were so many meanings to those words that he didn't know.

Gray's expression softened as he returned the hug. "You're welcome."

She pulled apart a moment later and lifted her head to stare at him. He was looking at her in a way only one person had before; a mixture of compassion, happiness and understanding. It made her feel cared for and she couldn't deny that she liked the feeling.

"Juliet..." His hand was suddenly reaching up to touch her face and she froze. There was desire in his eyes now and determination. She was torn between being scared and anxious.

"Yes?" The next thing she knew, he had leaned in and then his lips were touching hers in a passionate kiss.

"You were the first person aside from Ultear and Meredy who ever showed me compassion, understanding. You were the first to ever care and I believe that's why I started to fall in love with you after just one date." Juvia turned to her boyfriend, smiling brightly. "And of course, when you chased the rain away during our battle; I knew it."

"Believe it or not, Gray, but you were the reason why Juvia chose to leave Grimoire Heart. You were the one who brought her into the light and I'm so thankful for that." Ultear spoke next and the ice mage approached the water mage, smiling.

"I'm glad I could point you in the right direction." His arms wrapped around her waist and she wasted no time wrapping her own around his neck.

"I love you so much. Thank you." Instead of replying, he leant it as she did the same.

While the couple shared an intense kiss, Natsu turned to Ultear in confusion. "Wait, so Juvia actually left the guild?"

"If she hadn't, I don't think they would've given her the same treatment back on Tenrou Island." Lucy remarked, remembering Erza and Juvia's tale about their fight against Meredy.

"That's not true! I would've never hurt her, even after she left. But I didn't know who she was." The pinkette said, staring at them guiltily.

"What does that mean?" Now they were really confused.

"You see, after realizing that she was in love with Gray and finding out that Jellal was still alive during the Tower of Heaven incident, Juvia realized that Hades had lied to her for all these years, so she decided to quit." Ultear answered.

"But, as I'm sure you know, no one just quits a dark guild. Getting out alive is nearly impossible." Meredy continued and they nodded, understanding.

"So how did Juvia manage to do it?" Gajeel asked, curious.

"We helped her." The older woman replied. "I always saw her as a little sister, someone I wanted to protect. So after she told me about Jellal, who I'd never known was actually her brother, and of her love for Gray Fullbuster; I decided to put my desire for revenge aside and help her."

13 years earlier…

"Okay, where are you taking me?" Ultear asked while Meredy and Juvia guided her. She was blindfolded and the two girls held her arms and helped her move towards their destination, which was a surprise.

"You'll see soon enough." The 12 years old replied while sharing an excited look with the child.

"I can't wait to see your face, mamma. You'll love it!" The pinkette added; she was almost jumping with joy.

"Okay, we're here." Juvia finally removed the blindfold and Ultear's eyes widened once she spotted the picnic basket on top of the beautiful flowery towel that once belonged to her mother, Ur Milkovitch. There were three glasses, a bottle of juice, many cupcakes and a big strawberry cake besides the basket.

"Happy birthday!" Meredy screamed happily.

"We were supposed to say it together." The bluenette complained, frowning.

"You've done all this for me?" Ultear couldn't deny her surprise. Even though the three of them were very close, she wouldn't have expected them to even remember her birthday. She never celebrated them anyways.

"Of course. Juvia told me that you never had a birthday party, so we wanted to give you one." The 7 years old replied.

"Don't you like it?" Juvia asked, still frowning.

"No, sweetheart, I do. I'm just surprised, that's all." The 18 years old was quick to kneel down by her side, placing both hands on her shoulders.

"We wanted it to be a surprise." The bluenette replied and Ultear wasted no time hugging her tightly.

"Thank you." For a few moments they stayed like that, until they heard a small voice.

"I want a hug too, mamma!" They pulled apart and extended their arms, smiling at Meredy.

"Come here." Juvia called and the pinkette ran towards them, laughing.

Soon enough the three of them were holding onto each other, content. For the first time in years, Ultear's mind wasn't on her mother or her vendetta against Gray Fullbuster; she felt happy. The three of them did; it was good to know that they still had someone who cared after losing everything.

"So you weren't all bad." Levy told Ultear and Meredy eagerly nodded.

"Of course not! Ultear might've been a villain back then, but she was always good to me and Juvia. She always took care of us and we were grateful for that." The others smiled; it was nice seeing this softer side of the former villains.

"But how exactly did you help Juvia?" Lucy asked.

"I knew a powerful spell that could make someone unrecognizable. That way, Juvia could move around freely and Hades wouldn't be able to find her." Their eyes widened. Now that was a clever plan!

"The only problem was, the spell was so powerful that even we weren't able to recognize her; which is why I fought against her back on Tenrou Island." The pinkette added.

"I see now. That was clever." Levy praised and they smiled in return.

"It was. I never thanked you for protecting her then, Ultear." Jellal spoke, reminding them of his presence since he had been quietly watching the conversation so far.

His mind had been focused on Erza as the feeling that she might be in danger overwhelmed him. But then again, this whole night had been no short of dangerous for her.

"No problem. I was happy to help; Juvia was always so loyal and kind. She didn't deserve to be trapped with Grimoire Heart." This had the bluenette smiling once she pulled apart from the kiss to catch her breath.

"So let me get this straight. Juvia and Jellal are siblings, but when they were young she was captured by Hades and trained to be in Grimoire Heart." Levy decided to get all the details they had learnt that night.

"Yes." Juvia said, turning around to face the rest of the group while Gray kept his arms wrapped around her from behind.

"And you were sent to kill Gray during that first date, but didn't go through with it. Then during the Phantom Lord battle you fought against him, but he didn't recognize you until after the fight and that's when you knew you loved him." Lucy continued and the water mage nodded.

"Why were you in Phantom Lord anyways?" Gajeel brought up a good point.

"I was sent there to infiltrate the guild since master Hades wanted to know if they could someday join the Balam Alliance." Juvia replied.

"What about Fairy Tail?" This was the question in everyone's mind ever since Juvia and revealed that she used to be a member of Grimoire Heart.

"I wanted to join the guild because of Gray. It wasn't Hades' plan." Relieved looks came upon everyone's faces.

"One more thing, since you were a member of Grimoire Heart, can we assume that you also use some form of lost magic?" Levy brought up another crucial point.

"That's right. I forgot to ask." Natsu said before turning to Juvia expectantly.

"Well…" She was about to answer when she felt it. The familiar dark presence that constantly haunted her dreams. They all felt it and Jellal's face paled while Ultear and Meredy suddenly looked nervous. "They're here."

A few weeks before...

"You look beautiful, Erza." Jellal said and she smiled at him, a small blush coloring her cheeks. "Thank you."

They were outside of Lamia Scale's guildhall and it was 2 weeks before the Grand Magic Games began. A party had been organized so that all the contestants could get to know each other before the big day; which meant that most of the magical guilds in Fiore were there.

Crime Sorciére, per Meredy's request, had decided to join the party; taking advantage of the fact that it was a masked ball so that no one should recognize them. Just for precaution, though, they had also used magic to make themselves unrecognizable.

"So, shall we dance?" Erza extended her hand at him. She wore a beautiful dark red gown matched with a pair of red high heels she wouldn't be caught dead in if Lucy hadn't convinced her to wear them. Her mask had been taken off a while ago.

"We shouldn't." Jellal was quick to say while frowning.

Erza sighed, remembering their conversation a few months before when they had been reunited after seven long years. He had explicitly told her that the only reason he had chosen to live was so that he could make up for his mistakes; and that involved hurting her.

When she had told him that she forgave him for everything, he'd accepted it but reinforced that he had yet to forgive himself. After a fight that led to a desperate kiss; they agreed to stop hiding their feelings and confessed their love for each other.

However, per Jellal's request, they agreed to wait until he felt like he deserved to be with her.

But that was over two months ago and Erza was tired. "Come on; it won't do any harm. You can punish yourself later." She didn't await for an answer and grabbed his hand before leading him along the huge gardens, taking advantage of the fact it was deserted.

Once they reached a spot far enough from the party that no one should walk in, she stopped before turning to face him. His eyes showed guilt and regret; as usual. He wore a blue tuxedo, probably chosen by Meredy since the pinkette had good taste.

"You make it really hard to stay away from you." Jellal admitted while his arms instinctively wrapped around her waist.

"It certainly doesn't seem like it. I've missed you." Erza replied while wrapping her own around his neck as they began swinging to the faded slow song.

"I've missed you too." He tensed when her hand touched his cheek, but relaxed once she just used it to remove his mask.

They danced for a good while, until he felt like it was time to go. Being alone with her only served to increase his desire to be with her and he couldn't allow that.

So he tried to step away, but she didn't let him. Instead, her arms tightened around his neck and she brought his face closer so that she could kiss him.

As surprised as he was and despite the constant reminder of why he shouldn't, Jellal couldn't help but to reply.

When they were forced to pull apart because of the need for air, his mind finally started working again and he cursed himself for being weak. "We shouldn't have done that."

She rolled her eyes before grabbing his face with both hands. "Stop being so stubborn. I haven't seen you in weeks, so we deserve to at least have tonight." Her stare was firm and determined; he'd be lying if he said it wasn't tempting.

"Erza, I…." She put a finger on his lips while shaking her head.

"Don't talk. Just let go." He stared at her with uncertainty. "Tonight." Would one night make such a difference? He had been punishing himself for seven years, so maybe he deserved it.

For once in a long time, Jellal didn't waste time thinking about it and just let go. He allowed himself to be happy, to kiss her again and, when her hands started unbuttoning his tuxedo, he didn't push them away.

Instead he allowed his own to trace the back of her dress and unzip it. He didn't even know why he did it, but once she stepped away and allowed it to fall to the ground, he realized that he didn't care.

Erza awoke, almost jumping from her chair. Her face was warm and red as she thought of the events of that night.

It had been passionate, desperate and amazing. An experience she never wanted to forget and now, she never could.

A hand once again rested upon her stomach and she smiled. That night had produced the most precious life for them and no matter how difficult the situation was or how unready they were to become parents; Erza knew that both of them would stop at nothing to protect their child.

"You couldn't have chosen a worse time, though." She whispered, thinking of all the events happening that night. Looking towards the clock on the counter, she noticed it was 12:45. "Okay, now I think it's safe enough to join them."

Standing up, Erza started walking towards the door, only for it to be swung open.

[chisa-tsubasa]

Strums and Strolls

Yet another Momojirou fic comin’ from ya boi

This one is 3.5k words long and is a medieval AU!

When Momo, a princess who isn’t allowed to leave the castle under any circumstances, sneaks out and goes to a tavern in the city, she meets a beautiful guitarist named Jirou. Despite their distance in social status and lives, Momo makes an attempt to get them closer together, but will it end as friends, or something more?

The castle was never dark, even during the fiercest of storms. Its candlelight shone brightly day and night, and as if my magic, they never needed to be replaced or relit. The girl knew that someone must be in charge of making sure the candles are alight, but she had never seen them – not in her seventeen years of life.

The candles made it all too difficult to be moving about the castle past her curfew, let alone to sneak out, but she had managed once before. The girl tied back her neatly-cut black hair and threw on a nun’s habit, donning the dress she had been given for her fifteenth birthday. Checking herself in the mirror by her dresser, she no longer looked like Momo Yaoyorozu, the princess she always was – she simply looked like another castle dweller.

Her door opened with a miniscule creak, and shut silently behind her. She took a deep breath and began to walk – left foot, then the right foot, then the left foot again. This was almost unheard of for her, as she had never disobeyed her parents’ orders before, besides the one other time she had snuck out – and was caught. She had to be more careful this time.

As she made her way cautiously, but not suspiciously towards the castle doors, she once again felt the tingle of excitement that arose whenever she left behind the cobble walls that had always surrounded her. She yearned to learn about the outside world, about every bit of the kingdom she was destined to inherit. Sure, she had her father to teach her the politics, but she wanted to know every single name of every single person who resided in the nearby town surrounding the castle. She wished to walk the streets freely and chatter amongst commoners and nobles alike.

Moments before she stepped through the castle threshold, she heard a shrill voice come from behind her.

“Sister, where are you going?” She immediately knew the voice – it was Sister Minutia, the most easily persuaded of all of the castlewomen. Momo breathed a sigh of relief.

Momo turned, revealing not half of her face. “I was told that a prayer was needed in the town for a sickly man. His family believes that he will not survive the night.”

Sister Minutia was taken aback. “Oh, please, don’t let me prolong you any further! Go, allow that man’s final moments to be in peace!”

Momo nodded her head and silently thanked Minutia for being so clueless. Her heels clacked against the concrete stairs as she fled the castle, breathing in the fresh air. The night sky was infatuating. The moonlight reflected off of the silver clouds, giving an eerie yet wondrous glow to the whole sky. Before she leapt off of the staircase and into the town, she diverted her path to a dark alley, where she knew a set of commoner clothes would await her.

“Julio said that the clothes would be on top of a barrel…” Momo muttered to herself, and before her next thought, she saw the dirty rags, and her face lit up. “There you are!” It didn’t take long for her to get changed, but the clothes weren’t exactly her size. The rags seemed to be randomly loose or tight in odd places, such as how her forearm had plenty of space but her elbow was already ragged with the rug burns from the harsh cloth. The clothes did nothing to hide her royal figure, but she didn’t care. She seldom left the castle, so most commoners wouldn’t give her a second glance.

She made her way through the market distract and spied her target – the Windy Brook Tavern. It was the one place she knew that the town was alive for the whole night, but she also knew fights broke out there fairly frequently. She did not care though, she wished to experience all that commoner life had to offer.

She clenched her fist around the metal handle, steeling herself to finally come face-to-face with commoners all by herself. Her body shook with both excitement and anxiousness, but before she could second-guess herself, she flung open the door.

As she expected, everybody looked at her as soon as she stepped in. She held her breath, but let it loose once everybody looked away. It seemed her disguise had worked. She made her way through the crowded tavern, nearly choking on the stench of alcohol. She took a seat at the bar and gasped for breath – oddly it seemed the closer to the bar she got, the less smelly the place was.

“What’ll it be young lady?” The barkeep asked, “Say, you ain’t from around here are ya?”

Momo began to sweat, “I’m… not from around here. I just wished to experience life in the castle city.” Momo reprimanded herself internally – to be around commoners, she couldn’t use the language she used daily in the castle. “So, whatcha got to eat here?”

“We got loads of stuff, you name it we probably got it.” The barkeep didn’t make eye contact, instead focusing on the dirty glass in his hand.

Momo took the chance, “I’ve been to a royal party here, and the food was okay. Give me something I’d never get in the castle, no matter who I was – but no alcohol, I got a long ride home.”

Before she could say her own name, a plate of food was launched in front of her. The plate was stained and cracked, but she didn’t care. What was on the plate took the most of her attention. A mountain of potatoes seemed to dwarf the steak on her plate, but both seemed mouth-watering to her. In the castle she only got healthy fruits and vegetables, and on the rare occasion she did get meat, it was usually gone before she could get any.

She began to scarf down her food – the potatoes completely new to her – before something else took her attention. Music began to fill the air, but it was like no music she had heard of before. The music in the castle was meticulously written and performed from sheets of cleanly perforated paper – this music was nothing like that.

The guitar she heard sounded like passion incarnate – the music adventurous and awesome, as opposed to the choirs and pianos she dealt with usually. She pushed her plate aside and made her way through the crowd once more, pushing towards the source of the music. She breached the crowd and found herself nearly face-to-face with a girl, had the girl not been looking at the guitar.

Momo immediately realized one thing; the girl had no sheet music! She was playing the song from memory, or perhaps she was making the song up as she went. But Momo could tell that the music came from her very soul. The song ended, and a single silver coin fell into the cracked clay bowl beside her. The girl sighed.

“Excuse me.” Momo said, “Where is your sheet music?”

The girl looked startled – as if nobody had ever noticed her before. “I ain’t got any. Paper and ink’s too expensive, so I improvise.”

Momo’s face fell – she immediately realized what kind of position this girl was in. “Could I treat you to some food? I enjoyed your music. Anywhere in town, you name it I’ll buy it.”

The girl’s face lit up. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do!”

“Lady you’re far too kind. I ain’t told you my name yet either – it’s Jirou. Kyoka Jirou.” The girl swung her guitar behind her back, letting the loose strap it hung on dig into her shoulder. “I can’t thank you enough.”

“My name is Momo Ya-” Momo froze. “Momo Yandalay. Mandalay for short.”

“I get why you go by a nickname, I heard the nobles in the castle are too stuck up to ever come visit us. ‘Specially that princess Momo, I ain’t seen her once.” Momo couldn’t tell if Jirou’s face was sorrow or spite. “Guess that’s why you go by Mandalay and not Momo.”

Momo wanted to correct the girl on how wrong she was – she was never allowed outside the castle, but she wanted to so desperately. But she knew deep down that if she revealed herself right now, she’d be whisked away to the castle, or Jirou would never believe her. “Yeah, let’s just get some food.”

The two left the tavern, and Momo saw that the sun was soon to rise, setting her into a panic. “Oh no! Jirou, I’m sorry, but I really need to go before the sun rises. Here, for the food.” Momo thrust a few gold coins into Jirou’s hands, enough to give a large family food for a whole day. “I’m truly sorry!”

Jirou was in awe at the gold. “You got this much money to throw around? Why you wearing such ragged clothes then?”

Momo was torn – she wanted desperately to tell this girl the truth, but she couldn’t afford to – not here. “I’ll tell you tomorrow night. Bring your guitar and play it near the castle, right by the otter dam. Okay?”

Jirou, still nearly speechless, could only utter one word, “Okay.”

Momo ran off, finding her dress and habit once more and changing back, then sprinting up the stone stairs to the castle. It was nearly day, and she hadn’t slept a wink, but the worst was yet to come. As soon as she bounded above the top of the staircase, she saw her parents, the king and queen, staring at her. They were not happy.

After a firm, strict lecture, Momo was sent to her room. She knew that she wouldn’t be let around the castle for a week, let alone have another chance to escape and meet Jirou. Luckily, she had made the plan for that.

That night, Momo waited by her window, fingers drumming against the cobble. It seemed like hours had passed before she finally heard the strums of the guitar from down below. Momo leaned over the edge excitedly and saw Jirou playing her guitar, alone by the light of a small campfire. She called down to her.

“Jirou! Up here!” Momo waved her hand, which was barely illuminated by the campfire below.

Jirou looked up in confusion, and tilted her head to one side. “Who’s that? I can’t see ya.”

“It’s me, Momo! From last night!”

Jirou took a step back, “You mean Mandalay? What you doing up in the castle?”

Momo sighed, “I lied to you, and I’m so sorry. I’m actually Momo Yaoyorozu, I wanted to see what life was like outside of the castle but my parents and everyone else never lets me leave, so I snuck out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I said all those mean things about you!” Jirou let loose a sigh so loud that Momo could even hear it. “I had no idea!”

“It’s fine. I just want to hear you play some more music.” Momo disappeared from the window for a second, then returned with a small pouch. “Catch this!”

She threw the pouch, and it landed squarely in Jirou’s hands with a clatter. Jirou untied the string and gasped at the contents – at least twenty golden coins were inside, as opposed to the three she had gotten last night. “Lady Momo, are you sure?”

“Yes, your music is wonderful! And no need to call me Lady Momo, Momo is just fine.” She smiled, “Could you start playing?”

Jirou smiled, and began to play. The music rose up to Momo’s window, and her smile grew wider. She felt her soul rise, and she immediately forgot about her punishment. All that mattered to her was Jirou and her music.

This trend continued for another week. They would chat, Jirou would play her guitar, and Momo would pay Jirou handsomely for the music and the company. Before long, the next royal party was announced, and her parents were distraught. They had everything set up except for one thing: music.

Jirou finished her song, and laid back in the cool grass beneath Momo’s window. “You like that one? I’ve been working on it for a few weeks now.”

“That was truly amazing! How can you remember the chords and notes so perfectly?” Momo asked, her eyes full of starlight – and not from the sky above them.

“Trade secret.” Jirou replied with a hearty laugh. “You know, nobody’s made me laugh quite like you do Momo. I just wish we could talk again without this huge wall here.”

This gave Momo an idea. “Wait here for a second!” She disappeared from her window and searched around her room for her inkwell. She rushed back to the window and dropped the pouch of coins as usual, but with a note attached this time.

Jirou read the note, and looked up in confusion. “An invite to a royal party? But I’m a regular old girl! I ain’t gonna get past the castle steps!”

“Look at the bottom of the note!” Momo urged, trying desperately to keep her voice down.

Jirou looked, and by the light of the campfire, she saw the words “Special Request by Lady Momo Yaoyorozu” written hastily. The pouch also contained double her usual payment. “Momo, this money is too much!”

“You need to wear a fall-colored dress for the party, due to it being the autumn gathering. The money is to buy a fancy dress and shoes!” Momo looked behind her then back to Jirou. “I’ll see you at the party, I won’t be able to be here the next few nights.”

Jirou sighed, “Alright, but why do you think they’ll let me in still?”

Momo smirked. “You’re the music of course!”

Waiting for the party seemed like torture for both girls – their minds were preoccupied with being able to talk to one another freely again without cobble bricks being in the way. Eventually, the night of the party arrived.

Jirou’s dress was a pale orange with sequins – and itchy. She squirmed to try to itch her back without ruining the dress, but her long nails made it difficult not to rip the fabric, so she suffered in silence as the line moved ever-so-slowly forward towards the castle. Jirou had bought a brand new handcrafted guitar just for this occasion using the money that Momo had given her, and with one strum she knew that it was perfect.

“Next!” A bored guard eyed her carefully, “I haven’t seen you before. Are you sure this is the right place for you to be?”

Jirou cleared her throat and put on her most regal voice. “It most certainly is. I’m here under special request by Lady Momo Yaoyorozu herself.” Jirou handed the guard the slip of paper, which he read haphazardly.

“Fair enough. You’d better make some good music tonight, but where’s your sheet music?”

Jirou began to stutter. “It’s… uh…”

“Don’t tell me you forgot it!”

“I didn’t, it’s-”

A voice boomed from behind Jirou, “Guard, just let her in! It’s cold out here!”

Jirou scampered past the guard and into the castle, and immediately her eyes shot open wide. The entrance hall was filled with people wearing vibrant dresses of fall colors, and the castle itself was a pale yellow due to the lighting from the candles that seemed to be everywhere Jirou looked. She made her way through the hall, following Momo’s orders carefully, before she came to a small platform with a single chair – her seat for the night.

The party began with the king giving a speech, wishing for a bountiful harvest for all. Jirou could barely make out Momo sitting on her throne beside the king, with the queen sitting on the king’s other side. Momo had told her that for most of the party, she would be confined to her throne, but near the end the music stopped and the royalty would get to talk freely amongst the people. It was then that they could sneak off to the corner of the hall and talk.

Jirou steeled her nerves and took her seat, resting her guitar against her collarbone. She took a deep breath and began to strum, feeling for whichever song wanted to be played first. Before she could even recall the song’s name, her fingers began to race over the strings, unconsciously performing for the whole crowd. For a few minutes, most people paid her no mind, but soon a small crowd of people formed around her, infatuated with her music. She could her the mutters above her song, but just barely.

“Who is she?”

“Is she playing these songs from memory?”

“Where did Lady Momo meet such a talented musician?”

Jirou tried to ignore the words, but soon the music reached the king. His face, though Jirou could not see it, looked like fifty years had just lifted off of his soul. He too then left his throne, something he had never done before, and approached Jirou.

Jirou’s fingers were like lightning, and her smile was infectious. She did not even think about the notes that she was playing, only that she loved how the new guitar sounded. People began to dance, something unheard of for the royal parties. Partners took each other’s hands and laughed, spinning each other around. The king himself invited the queen to dance, giving Momo the perfect opportunity to leave her throne and approach Jirou.

The scene was uncanny – everyone was smiling and laughing, nobody was being serious about anything! What she saw reminded her more of the night in the tavern than any royal party she had been at before, and it seems Jirou’s magical music had let loose a new side to everyone that they had no idea they had.

Momo watched as Jirou played, but soon, the music was tuned out. Momo just looked at Jirou play, the smile dancing across her face and the fire in her eyes. It was then that Momo knew, she was not in love with Jirou’s music.

She loved Jirou.

The late night meetings, the gifts and chatter, it all came back to her in a new light. By the time the party was early over, and the guests were beginning to slowly trickle out, she finally made her way and talked to Jirou.

“That was beautiful! There were so many songs I had never heard!” Momo laughed, throwing her arms around Jirou, whose blush soon matched the deep red of Momo’s dress. “Everyone was having such a fun time!”

“Thank you for letting me play my music here, and thanks for the money as well!” Jirou laughed, “I wouldn’t have been able to play on an empty stomach!”

The conversation exploded, but Jirou could only focus on Momo’s eyes, and how excitable she was and how cute she was when she smiled. Sure, Jirou was a hopeless romantic, but this was something else entirely. “You know,” Jirou said, “I ain’t sure how you do it, but you really do make me laugh more than anyone else.”

“I knew it!” A deep voice boomed from beside them – Momo’s father appeared suddenly, towering over Jirou. “The unfamiliar face, the unkempt hair, and now the speech! Momo, this Jirou is a commoner, is she not?”

Momo and Jirou froze, but still caught each other’s gazes. “Father, I can explain!”

“No need! I know exactly must be done.” Momo’s father, the crown king of the land, did not look happy, which Jirou knew immediately would be trouble.

“You can’t throw her out, I won’t let you!” Momo yelled, now standing between Jirou and her father.

“Momo-”

“Do you not remember how you and mother were dancing? How happy you were with the music? When was the last time you smiled like that?”

“Momo listen to me!”

“I won’t let you, because I love her, father!” Momo shouted, causing the three of them all to freeze for vastly different reasons.

“You know,” Momo’s father began, “I was just joking. But I see it’s been so long since I had told a joke than I need to work on the humor. I was going to suggest you have her play again soon, but I have a better idea.”

With a quick chat with his wife, the king suggested that Jirou, who, previously unknown to Momo, had no home, stay with Momo in the castle, as long as it did not interfere with Momo’s studies.

Not an hour later, Jirou and Momo were curled up on Momo’s – no, their bed together, Jirou more comfortable than she had ever been under the satin sheets. Sometime in the future, they would rule the halidom as the first ever set of queens, but for now they were still princess and commoner – and that was just fine for them.

[koutatakahashi]

About Kouta Takahashi

Birthday: May 5th Zodiac: Taurus Looks: Short red hair, one side being shorter than the other. Deep red eyes. Muscular. Scars on his left cheek, shoulder, and forearm. Scar on his chest on the right side, almost like a hole. Red car ears from the top of his head, and a tail that he can make appear or disappear. Nails are kept clean and polished.

Hobbies: Guitar (Uses his claw as a pick), rock/mountain climbing, throwing knives.

Homelife/Past: Father died when he was 8 years old. After his death his mother took him to America, she was abusive and forbid him from being a Hero due to her PTSD with his father dying in a mission. When he was 10 he was forced into a cult with his mother in which they sealed a cat demon inside of him. In addition to his regular quirk he can now use the demon to give him exceptional strength, when he uses him a red aura will appear around him, and his eyes glow. When he was 12 he was rescued from the cult by social services and placed with a foster home for a year. They were kind, and he was able to do some much needed emotional healing which was made even more prominent when he was taken in by his grandparents on his dad's side moving him back to Japan. They encouraged his dream to become a hero so he could help others, and ensure their happiness. He trained with Yumi Usagiyama the #5 Pro Hero for 2 years. After his grandparents passed away Yumi refused to let him be in an orphanage and promptly contacted Aizawa, who took Kouta in and got him in UA being impressed with his ability. Kouta has a sister around his age, but after his father died he is not sure where she went as his mother did not take her with them to Japan. Her name is Ami. (Ah-Mee).

Personality: A major flirt, loves to make people blush. He can be sarcastic and blunt as well, but doesn't like to hurt people, so he often will word things differently if he feels it comes off as an insult or attack. Loves to nap, and can nap just about anywhere. He also has a habit of calling people by their first name from being in America for so long, a habit he doesn't care to break now that he's in Japan again.

Quirk: Called "Neko." he has the characteristics of a cat, but he can grow his claws at will, and they are as strong as steel. He can grow them as long as his body, and has trained excessively to be strong enough to handle them at any size. He also can climb just about anything, and is agile. Additional: Because of the Demon named Zu inside of him he can tap into his energy and use him to be stronger, when he does this he almost glows red all over including his eyes.

Favorites: --- Food: Tempura Shrimp Drink: Frozen Matcha Color: White and Red Candy: Honeycomb Lollipops, and enjoys just regular fresh honeycomb as well. Scent: Lavender and Honey Pro Hero: Yumi Usagiyama (Rabbit Hero: Mirko), but also admires Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke) for her unique fighting style.

How he feels about each classmate. Katsuki Bakugou: Thinks his quirk is cool, but admits he wouldn't want to have it because it's so destructive, and comments that he could be dangerous to civilians if he doesn't train hard enough. Thinks hes a loud mouth, and underneath his tough boy exterior is a sad boy. Immediately thinks he has a crush on Izuku when he sees how they interact, especially when Kouta doesn't understand the "hatred" he has for the green haired boy. Comments often "There he goes denying his sexuality again." Also thinks him wanting to be a Hero simply to be "#1" is stupid.

Izuku Midoriya: Thinks he's too nice for his own good. Also thinks Izuku does like Katsuki because why else would he still try so hard to be his friend after all this time, not to mention he notices there are 10x as many notes on Katsuki in his hero notebook any even All Might!

Yuga Aoyama: Honestly thinks he's kind of annoying, and can't seem to find a way that his quirk is useful. He doesn't say this because he notices the boy is very sensitive.

Mina Ashido: She's she's downright adorable. Loves her quirk, and often makes positive remarks on her performance in Hero Studies.

Tsuyu Asui: Loves that she too is a aspiring hero with Animal Characteristics. Thinks her voice is cute.

Tenya Ida: Thinks he's a bit uptight, but admires him for his courage and determination.

Ochaco Uraraka: Thinks shes funny, and charming. Can obviously see she has a crush on Izuku, but doesn't make a comment on it since he's fairly certain Izuku and Katsuki have feelings for each other as well. Complicated. Feels bad for her for liking Izuku. Thinks her quirk is interesting.

Mashirao Ojiro: Thinks he's pretty cool. Invites him to go rock climbing with him often.

Denki Kaminari: Encourages Denki to train to control shooting out his quirk from his body. States it would be very useful in taking down dangerous enemies from afar. Thinks he's funny and might be hiding behind humour that he's depressed.

Eijiro Kirishima: Thinks his quirk is badass. Calls him a straight up "Tank". Invites him usually when he goes rock climbing as well. They get along well.

Koji Koda: Doesn't think much of him. Koji never talks to anyone but animals. Kouta one times confronts him and asks him if he can talk to the Demon inside him or not since he's a cat. and Koji nervously nods a yes, but wouldn't elaborate on what his demon would say. Koji is slightly scared of Kouta because of the demon, but Kouta assures him he has no control over him... anymore.

Rikido Sato: Thinks he's okay, but they rarely talk even in class or the dorms.

Mezo Shoji: Thinks his quirk is interesting, and they get along okay in school.

Kyoka Jiro: Thinks she could be a Super Spy with her quirk. Often getting into shenanigan's with her as he tries to get her to go spying with him.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Calls him Fumi-Kun much to his annoyance. Kouta makes references to his quirk and says it reminds him of his demon but his is out and about trying to control him when it's dark.

Shoto Todoroki: Immediately Kouta finds himself attracted to him. He makes flirty remarks, and often tries to get Shoto to hang out with him and others. Shoto's monotone voice and face often makes Kouta more determined to show emotion. Reminding him of himself when he was younger and troubled. Kouta later really hates Shoto's father.

Toru Hagakure: Kouta also comments on how useful Toru would be in spying purposes, and a key element to a Hero Team, he doesn't mention because of his demon he can see the outline of her body, and facial features because of her aura... He lets it slip one day when he asks if it's weird to have such long hair being invisible. One day he is asked who the prettiest girl is in the class and Kouta says "Toru, Duh." Everyone thinks he's joking around but he honestly does think she is the prettiest.

Minoru Mineta: Thinks theres a fine line between being flirty and a downright pervert. Doesn't like Mineta.

Momo Yaoyorozu: Thinks she is stunning, thinks her quirk is the most useful one he's ever really seen for support, and even strong on it's own. Thinks shes too sweet for her own good as well.

Hitoshi Shinso: Hates that people think his quirk could be villainous and gets along really well with him. Because Shinso is also in the custody of Aizawa - Kouta often refers to him as "Bubby" to annoy him. Sometimes they end up napping together because they both enjoy sleeping.

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This is my Overwatch self-insert/oc, zhen!

Full name: Nian-Zhen Qin (秦念真, Qín Niàn Zhèn)

→ her first name means ‘a belief in truthfulness’ and her last name is the same last name as the emperor who ordered the great wall of china to be built. it’s meant to be kinda ironic and foreshadow her future

Nicknames: Zhen, Jen/Zen (English name)

Codename: Milkman (in her own organization), Zhen (Overwatch) → ngl she was tempted to change it bc no one took it seriously at first → Zhen is pronounced using the ‘xi’ sound (like in xion)

Age: 32 (biologically a year younger than genji and a year older than mei)

Zodiac sign: Aries

Gender: Female

Sexual orientation: Pansexual

Ethnicity: Chinese

Languages: several, most notably English and Mandarin Chinese

Species: Human

Place of birth: Beijing, China

●Physical●

Body type: fucking buff. kinda short? ~163cm

Birthmarks/freckles/moles/scars: Freckles along the bridge of her nose from sun exposure. No notable scars.

Tattoos/piercings: She gets her first tattoo in honor of the passing of a friend, the coordinates of their place of death which also eventually becomes the location of a safehouse that contains a Doomsday plan of sorts.

Voice: She has a non-distinct voice with no accent that conveys her emotions rather well. I think I would want Trina Nishimura to voice her, who also does the voices for Kyoka (Boku No Hero) and Mikasa (Attack on Titan).

●Abilities●

Milk: Zhen always has a few bottles of ‘milk.’ While not actually milk, this healing formula is often referred to as such due to its milky white color. It’s a healing potion filled with nutrients and vitamins. Effects vary with potency. Comes in several different flavors: original, almond, soy, strawberry, banana, and chocolate. Contains no lactose.

110% - a condensed formula that is more potent than the original. can heal large amounts, fortify health, and replace normal rations. caffeinated and addictive. reserved for emergencies or extremely long missions. to avoid side effect like mood swings, irritability, anxiety, restlessness, drink at most one pint in a day with water.

100% - the original formula. contains all the nutrients needed for a full day of activity. meant to replace soldier rations. can heal large amounts, promote strength building. usually contains caffeine.

75% - give as rations to rebels and civilians immediately post-disaster. diluted to prevent side-effects in case of overdose. can replace meals completely up to a week or supplement meals for a month. non-addictive.

25% - given to children and immunocompromised. fortified with extra vitamins, antibiotics and minerals. can strengthen immune system. meant to replace mother’s milk for infants, any age can drink. non-addictive.

Milkshake and Malt: When heading into enemy territory, whether it’s rescuing civilians or teammates trapped behind lines, Zhen always goes in equipped with a blaster and a collapsible shield she nicknamed Milkshake and Malt, respectively. She tries to avoid using these. → Yes, everything she does has some weird dairy-related element. No, she doesn’t like milk that much. She will only drink milk with her cereal. She likes ice cream though, but she likes gelato more.

Strength, Speed, and Agility: Zhen is incredibly strong and agile. She’s got super buff arms and legs because she needs to be able to get places fast on foot, while carrying her milk to distribute or others to safety.

First Aid: Zhen is trained in first aid, carries a kit with her, and can patch others up if no field doctor is available. For certain missions, she adjusts her kit based on the mission. On distribution runs, she’ll carry antiseptic ointments and bandages, while on rescue missions into active warzones, she’ll carry a biotic field generator.

Driving: Zhen is a superb driver. She was an official hero, her ult would be running you over with a transportation truck. She skilled in evacuations and figuring out how to squeeze double the people in a normal sized car. (the trick is to get an open air trunk and put someone back there). Zhen can also pilot planes, boats, and semi-trucks.

 ●Bio●

tl;dr ver: Zhen is from a rich family but rebelled and started her own organization. She joins Overwatch in the place of a close friend who passed away before recall. 

Birth and Raising (Birth - 10 years old)

Nian-Zhen Qin was born in Beijing, China as the heiress to QinCorp, the world’s largest shipping and distribution company that also has strongholds in several other industries, like factory production, medicine, and weapons. From a young age, she was groomed to become a powerhouse. She had access to the best education money could provide- private tutors, textbooks, hands-on immersive experiences unavailable to most people. At ten years old, she was considered a genius. But her emotional growth was horribly stunted. Because of this pampering, she was horribly sheltered and superficial.

Zhen travelled the world in style and became a young social media figure, with millions of followers swooning over her lavish life. Movie premiers, fashion shows, award ceremonies - she’s been attending those since she was just a young child. She starred in movies as the precocious child or cute little sister. She had her own children’s fashion line and modeled it when it first came out. All of her baby pictures are online somewhere.

The Shimadas (12-18 years old)

Zhen’s mother asked her to meet her in Hanamura - there was some people she wanted her to meet. Zhen assumed it would be another one of her important business partners. By now, she had met all sorts of important people, so she assumed this would be the same thing. She will shake his hand, act well-spoken, go to dinner, and be on her best behavior. And afterwards, someone will comment on how well-behaved she was. It was the same routine every time. Young Zhen was surprised when she was introduced to Hanzo and Genji Shimada.

This was the first time Zhen spent time with anyone near her own age. Hanzo and Genji were the first true friends she had. Zhen continued to visit Genji and Hanzo, solidifying their relationship.

Meeting Genji and Hanzo was the start of a rebellious portion of her life. She decided to spent the rest of her adolescence living in Japan to spend more time with the two, but was allowed only under the condition that she give up her other creative endeavors and focused on her studies. Zhen disappeared from the public’s eye when she was 13.

Genji, Hanzo, and Zhen had an odd relationship that became strained as they grew up. As Hanzo took on more responsibilities, he spent less time with them. As Zhen’s studies intensified, however, she would always make time for Genji. And Genji the Playboy, busy at clubs and girls, would always make Zhen his number one priority.

Genji and Zhen both ran away at first when the responsibilities that come with their lavish lifestyles appeared on the horizon. Topics like marriage, succession, and training came up. Genji would continue to avoid them, throwing himself in his playboy lifestyle, but Zhen accepted it. She was very well aware that their time together would end soon, since she would eventually begin seriously studying to become the next head of her family business. When Zhen became attending meetings as her mother’s successor to QinCorp, she lost contact with Genji.

Re-meeting Genji (Age 23)

The next few years of her life were fast yet unmemorable. Unable to contact the person who had become her closest friend, Zhen found herself in a sort of depression, unable to find happiness in the things she previously enjoyed. And so she threw herself into her work. Zhen was making business deals, growing company stock, pleasing investors, and all of the sort. She focused on proving herself time and time again that she would be a suitable successor.

All that mattered to her was upkeeping her family legacy. Zhen knew her place in the world, her place in QinCorp. A gala was thrown to celebrate her 23rd birthday and to officially welcome into the company’s board of directors. At the end of the night, she received a message that someone wanted to see her on the balcony - it was urgent.

--> “Seeing that shock of green hair shook her to her core. It was a quiet encounter; their eyes meeting for the first time in five years. Genji looked as youthful as ever. Zhen felt she aged twice as quickly compared to him. Same hair, same mischievous look in his eyes, same goddamn smirk that showed up whenever he picked up that dumb girl at the club. Ugh, what did he see in her? Why does he go after every big set of boobs? And never mine? They spent the rest of the night together. I missed you. I missed you too. I miss being with you. So did I. Such words went unspoken that night. They didn’t need to be said out loud. Genji wanted to spend the morning after with her. Zhen couldn’t - she had meetings all throughout the day. Family responsibility comes first after all. By the time, she returned, he was gone. Zhen would have agreed to spend every morning with him if he just asked. “

Regular correspondence between the two began, but a month later, Genji passed away. Zhen dropped everything to fly out to attend his funeral. Finding out Hanzo was the one who killed him surprised her, to say the least. Hanzo was missing and Zhen, distraught, didn’t bother to seek him out.

Realizing how corrupt the system is and leaving (Age 23-24)

She was angry, she was sad, she didn’t know what to do. She dealt with her feelings the only way she knew how - by ignoring them and going to work.

Zhen entered as the Vice-President of the Board of Directors. She, by choice, remained in the shadow’s of the company, working from behind the scenes and justified it to the directors by saying she had outgrown her love for the camera. It was because she didn’t care for it anymore.

A year into her term, there was a workers’ strike at one of QinCorp’s newest factories. Apparently, the factory head couldn’t negotiate terms with the head of the striker and Zhen decided to take action herself. She flew to the factory only to find that the factory head didn’t actually attempt a discussion. They fired the protesting workers and hired a new set from the town over.

This discrepancy wasn’t the only thing that shocked Zhen. One of the reasons the workers were protesting was because of the factory’s effects on the environment. The factory had only been operating for about six months, but the river was completely murky and the sky was hidden in smog.

When Zhen brought these issues to the board, she immediately put forth a new policy that would shut down all their factories and move all funds to research and development of cleaner methods of manufacture until newer technology could be implemented. The board threatened to boot her from the company because of her extreme views.

Word of what Zhen was trying to do spread. Every QinCorp worker went on strike to support her. Before, they were forced to suffer quietly because they needed that job to feed themselves and their families. But, now they knew that someone high up was on their side. It was a worldwide revolution, and Zhen was the symbol.

Everyday, the directors grew more and more anxious. Everyday, more money was lost, more people were joining the revolution, and more pressure was put on them to follow Zhen’s command. Every day the factories are shut down, the stock markets takes a blow and several countries fall into recession. Markets and governments were being destabilized. International trade was halted.

Blackwatch was called in to remove the de facto icon, and Genji was sent to eliminate her.

But he couldn’t bring himself do it. He infiltrated her home and warned of the plot against her. He told her he agreed with what she was doing to protect the people and that he would help her escape if she swore to never return to her home or to her company. Zhen agreed. She knew her disappearance from the world would not be the end of the revolution she had ignited. She asked who he was and if they would ever meet again. Genji told her that who he was was unimportant, and that they might meet again when the time is right.

So with nothing but the clothes on her back and a handful of bills, she left her father’s house, his company, and his legacy, never to return. The next day’s headlines spoke of a fire in the Qin mansion. Nian-Zhen Qin, former actress, model, and revolutionary company director, passed away that night. A body was never recovered and a funeral was held later that week.

Having left the public eye when she was 14 made it easy for Zhen to blend in. She left Beijing and travelled to Guangzhou where several underground groups against QinCorp were taking hold. Zhen had caught wind of one of QinCorp’s lab entering testphase with a miracle drug and seeked out help to break in and steal the formula. She knew that QinCorp was going to sell the drug to whatever organization or government could pay the most money for it. Rumor has it was that the starting bid was going to be 400 billion Chinese yuan (60 billion USD). Zhen wanted to steal the formula, produce it with her own means, and distribute it for free worldwide.

Building MODhome (26-31)

Zhen spent two years integrating herself into her new community. She went by Zhen Lee to avoid recognition. From the shadows of the underground, she watch news of the riots and strikes disappear from international news, but knew that in reality, they were still very much alive. Normally, Overwatch would step it to mediate such discussion, but with the ratification of the Petras Act, that was no longer possible. Although factories opened up again, dialogue on how to increase workers’ rights and protections began. At least that was what the QinCorp reported to the public. Zhen knew better than to believe whatever lies that company spewed.

With the miracle finishing testing phase, Zhen and a team consisting of herself, a former Overwatch agent that lent themself to the cause, and a number of rebels, broke in. It was a quiet in and out operation. No alarms were set off, no evidence of their activity was left behind.

Within the year, they secured a production and distribution operation that sent bottles upon bottles of a modified version of the stole drug to rebel forces all over the world. The drug had several names that varied with region - Renegade’s water, Rebel’s Calpico, Yakult but not really...some were catchier than others. Zhen referred to it as Milk.

Over the next five years, Zhen expanded their activities by providing support to not only rebels against QinCorp, but also to areas affected by war, natural disaster, and climate change. It was during this time in her life when she gained most of her current practical skill set: driving, self-defense, and first aid. It was also a period of exponential personal growth. She has formed real connections with people and felt like what she was doing was important. She enjoyed going on field missions, making personal deliveries and find meaning in the connections she made.

This organization was eventually named MODop, short for mitigation of disaster operations. Many refer to it as simply MOD.

Recall (31)

Zhen became extremely close to the group of people that helped her steal the formula - particularly the former Overwatch agent - and would frequently go on missions together. One day, the pair was sent on a rescue mission. The objective was to lead a group of agents to retrieve citizens from a small town’s bomb shelter. It was supposed to take place during a four hour window that was predicted to have no bomb activity - no planes were supposed to fly in, nothing was planted on the ground, it would ideally take less time than the window allowed.

Her ally was outside when the bombs that weren’t supposed to be dropped were dropped. Zhen was in the shelter, organizing people to get them in transportation trucks when she saw a bright flash and felt the earth shaking. She knew immediately what had happened and realized that they couldn’t be more vulnerable. The planes aimed for the trucks of civilians outside. She did her best to hurriedly usher everyone not on a truck back inside, but she couldn’t do anything to help her partner and the rest of her team.

The mission failed. Zhen was the only agent that survived. The organization mourned the loss of civilian lives, several agents, and a founding member. She mourned the loss of her team and her closest friend and ally. She’s failed missions before, but there was always a bright side and something to learn. But what could she learn from this failure? What could have she done differently to prevent the death of her friend? She took a temporary leave from missions.

Zhen inherited her fallen comrades’ items. She still wonders why it was her name in the will and not anyone else’s, Why her and not family or older friends? It wasn’t much, just a box of their old clothes, some books, and a communicator from their Overwatch days. She kept them in a corner of her room, refusing to go through them and accept her partner’s death.

When word of the Recall reached via her fallen comrade’s communicator, she decided she would seek out and join Overwatch in their place. It was the least she could do after all they did for her.

●Notable Relationships●

Genji: Childhood friend, past lover

Hanzo: Childhood friend, but drifted apart

Mercy: Met in a refugee camp, worked together to transport victims of war. Close friends and allies

Unnamed former overwatch agent: Ally, co-founded MOD

Mei: Zhen met Mei when she was lecturing at a university Zhen was visiting. It was girl crush at first sight for Zhen. Mei at the time was seven years older than her, so Zhen didn’t do much to pursue it. They talked a lot about papers, science, and tv shows! They were good friends despite the age gap! The last time Zhen saw Mei was at the airport, saying goodbye to Mei as she left for Watchpoint: Antarctica. 

●Notes●

Pokemon AU: Miltank, Bisharp, Chansey

Myth AU: Witch/Seelie

Zhen’s father was a scientist who married Zhen’s mother because he actually loved her. He emphasized how important a good education is Zhen during the years of her life when he was present. He divorced Zhen’s mother when Zhen was 8 and didn’t try to get custody of Zhen because he knew she would be happier with her mother who could reliably provide.

Zhen has two bachelors degrees (environmental science, business).

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Yamada Ryosuke x Murakami Nijiro x Kanichiro Crosstalk (Translation)

Popolo 2017.10 & An excerpt from TV Guide 2017.10

OK, this translation is more iffy than the others since I couldn’t find something to beta against.  There are a couple of spots I’m not too sure about, although, I don’t think it affected the context too much even if I got it wrong.  So, please let me know if you see any glaring errors. I bumped the scanned crosstalk in the post below.  I can’t remember where I got the scans from, but they are most likely from MoMozzz32 and/or 草莓要配白巧克力 on weibo.

<Kanichiro is also getting a lesson in how to post with chibis.>

"Big brother" Yamada and his cute little brothers' real talk!

"I will do this? This is my first experience!" Just like brothers.  The 3 buddies’ “Childhood friends” TALK

The "Childhood friends" trio  gather thoughtful feelings!

During the film, "letters" were used to connect the "feelings" of various people. This time, we arranged for a letter exchange to strengthen the bonds of this “reborn” trio.

✍️To Yamada-kun:

Let's "communicate" in the game! Let's talk!

From Kanichiro 🔝

Okay (laughs)!

By Ryosuke

✍️To Yamada-kun:

On set, Yamada-kun and Kanichiro-kun had been talking about games the whole time. I had not been able to join in for a long time (laughs). Recently I also got into game, so please put me in a group.

From Nijiro 🔝

Nijiro, you were always reading books (laughs). I'm very happy. Let's do it now!

By Ryosuke

✍️To Kanichiro:

I do not want Kan-chan to have a friction mark. To be dignified, there is only goodness in Kanichiro, I want you to keep that goodness forever!

From Ryosuke 🔝

I will keep it!

By Kanichiro

✍️To Nijiro:

Please act more childish (laughs). You are 20 years old but is unexpectedly like an adult. I want you to act more like a child (laughs)!

From Ryosuke 🔝

When Yamada-kun was twenty years old, weren’t you also like an adult (laughs)?

By Nijiro 🔝

Busted (laughs)!

By Ryosuke

The characters we played are just like ourselves

Yamada: Playing the role this time, difficulties were.…..non existent!

Murakami: Basically I am just like that. I felt like I can just get into the role [as myself].

Kanichiro: That's right.

Yamada: Kanichiro is just like the character of Kohei! You are very shy. Nijiro is not afraid of anything, just like Shota. I played Atsuya, and along with Shota and Kohei, we were able to keep the atmosphere between us intact within the film.

Murakami: Because Atsuya was like an older brother! Our relationship in real life felt like that as well. Obviously, I didn’t mean Yamada-kun is like Atsuya (laughs).

Kanichiro: Everyone was really suited to their respective roles. Although there were things I came across after I read the script, I wanted to try and play the role just as I was.  [We can] simply use [our] natural and friendly relationship [during filming].

Yamada: It didn’t feel like we had discussed and created this, right? We did have 3 days of rehearsal time.

Murakami: Oh yeah. Every morning, we gathered and rehearsed. That was the daily routine.

Yamada: While we cherished the “just as it is” atmosphere between the trio, it was our homework to make the "air" [between us] resemble people who grew up together; that we sounded natural and not like we were reading from the script, right?

Murakami: Although we weren’t told directly that we had to “work on the atmosphere between the trio”, there was an "atmosphere to create the atmosphere" (laughs).

Kanichiro: Surely (laughs). I was shy, so I thought I could not get to that place. But since Yamada-kun and Nijiro were able to do it, I was worried.

Yamada: So scary! Don’t worry about it (laughs).

Kanichiro: That's it (laughs).

Murakami: But in reality, there were only a few staff with us at the rehearsal. Even the manager was requested to go outside.

Yamada: It was such that we could concentrate. But you were like "are we doing all this?" (laughs).

Murakami * Kanichiro: (Laugh).

Yamada: Because I did not remember how far we went [in the script], there were a lot of “wait a moment” on location (laughs).

Murakami: All of a sudden, it felt like a rehearsal.  The concept of “script reading” had thus far been destroyed (laughs).

Yamada: In addition, although not much was shown in the movie, the director had also conceived the trio’s backstory.

Murakami: For us as well, we thought about our origins properly, right?

Kanichiro: Yeah. Even for those who will watch the movie, it may be interesting to think about the kind of persons these three guys are.

Murakami: You cannot think of us as just the bad guys. We have our own justification for what we did.

Yamada: I think it is also the charm of the work that the story connects more and more from there.

The great times the trio spent together in Oita

Yamada: In Tokyo, we were filming inside the grocery store, then in Oita, we were pretty much filming all the running scenes, right?

Murakami: It is true (laughs)!

Kanichiro: I don’t think I have physical strength, so I am not really good at running. So I thought I might annoy these two.

Yamada: That's it! I remembered that.  There was a video of Kanichiro sleeping soundly with his mouth open during breaks in filming (laughs).

Murakami: I was sound asleep for sure.

Yamada: When I saw that figure, I thought it was really Kohei (laughs).

Kanichiro: I did not notice!

Yamada: By the way, Nijiro also slept with his mouth open ... (laughs).

Murakami: My eyes were open too (laughs).

Yamada: Even during the off time, our camaraderie did not change.

Murakami: Kanichiro and I went out several times in Tokyo, but Yamada-kun was busy and could not go.

Kanichiro: So, for the first time since Oita, we are going out to eat together as a trio.

Yamada: While we were shooting in Oita, I went to eat with the team. Ono Machiko-san got this "older sister!" vibe, it was a great time.

Murakami: There was one time when Kanichiro and I went to eat at a soba restaurant, we bumped into Yamada-kun there by chance!

Yamada: Well I thought "That’s a familiar voice", and it were these two (laughs).

Kanichiro: The three of us ate soba together. It was very tasty!

The story’s key point is "Letter".  What letter [did you receive] that left a strong impression on you?

Yamada: Do you two get letters from your parents?

Murakami: I do occasionally. They are mostly from my mother. When I studied abroad, when I left home, when I worked, when I reach milestones of my life, etc. Because she has a lot to say (laughs).

Yamada: Do you write letters yourself?

Murakami: In Japan, people become adults when they are 20 years old, right? Well, I was 18 years old when I graduated from high school, and I felt like I [already] became a member of society. So on my 18th birthday, I did not wait for the first "congratulations" to arrive.  I sent an email saying “Thank you for giving birth to me"!

Kanichiro: That's nice.

Yamada: That's a good son!

Murakami: Only then (laughs). My father replied with a very simply "Congratulations”. From my mother, I got an incredibly long, poetic email. I got two emails, but basically it was my mother who sent me a letter.

Kanichiro: Me too.  I only received letters from my mother, I have not gotten many letters from other people.

Yamada * Murakami: That's right!

Kanichiro: My mother also has many things to say, and she sends me a letter every year for my birthday.  While they are filled with rather long sentences, the content almost does not change from year to year (laughs).  But I'm happy anyway.

Yamada: Do you have that letter?

Kanichiro: I think so!

Yamada: You respond like a comedian (laughs).

Kanichiro: ...... I think that it is somewhere in the room (laughs)!

Yamada: Of course I got letters from my parents too, but I also received a letter from Suzuki Kyoka-san, who played my mother in the drama "Risou no Musuko”.  It was addressed to "Son". I was very happy since the letter did not say "To Yamada-kun” but "To Son".

Murakami: That's amazing!

Yamada: Sometimes, when we occasionally met, she would go "Oh son~!".  At that time, I was about 18 years old and now I am 24 years old, and I am happy to see that she still sees me as “her son”.

Kanichiro: Is that so!

Yamada: So, I still feel like I am [her] son.  Because I got the letter when we cranked up, I have not yet been able to reply. I’d definitely reply to the letter if I have the chance.

Excerpt from TV Guide 10.2017

I am skipping the rest of this crosstalk since it is basically a rehash of the above.

If you write a letter ...

Yamada: "Nijiro turned 20 years old, let's go drinking." I'm not good at alcohol, right?

Murakami: I still don’t know the taste of alcohol. Therefore, I want to eat delicious food for the time being.

Yamada: That's cute. I guess I like yakitori.

Murakami: Well, I like yakiniku or yakitori. Then I would like to go to Yamada-kun's house.

Yamada: I wonder if we will talk about something bad (laughs).

Kanichiro: I want to talk about something bad. Talking about games.

Yamada: Games, I like very much.