#AND THAT WOULD EXPLAIN WHY HIS EYE IS SORTA WEIRD

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ive got quite a few... but we will start off simple and with something ive been DAYDREAMING about for a while

so reader is a new forensic scientist that started a lab in office for easier analysis of evidence (garcia reasonablism and best friendedness obviously) and earlier seasons reid likes to go in and hang out with her often and just be with her and they are both idiots in love and the first kiss is super rushed and akward; TEETH ROTTING FLUFF

i am too cryptic i fear but i will sell my left kidney for this fic PLEASE

spencer reid x forensic scientist!reader. fluff. 1.4k words. s1 spence!! descriptions of a case (typical cm stuff). std discussion? sorta? it's about a victim. reader doesn't have one don't worry. they're nerds your honour. 

a/n: i am SO sorry this took me so long?? writing fluff is not my strong suit (clearly). i researched bacteria for this fic. and std's. if penelope garcia looked up my search history she would ask why i'm asking about how to treat chlamydia. if the science talk is wrong, no it's not this is MY alternate reality. also i am but a wee acting major i know nothing about science? ANYWAYS thank u for the request angel it was so fun to write i hope i did it justice ♡ 

"Hey... I brought coffee."

Your head lifted from the computer screen you had been staring at for the past hour and a half, blinking your eyes to readjust to a light that wasn't blue — you were a big believer in warm toned overhead lights or nothing, and it was your first order of business upon getting a lab in the Quantico building. 

Your eyes softened upon recognising the man in your doorway, and your hands outstretched towards him to take the paper cup from him. 

It was a particularly gruelling case — a man putting victims through a meat grinder (charmingly so) meant your ability to positively ID victims based on... well, anything you'd usually ID them on, was out of the question. You were down to tampered with blood samples, and you were getting nothing. 

"Angel. Sent from heaven, I swear," you said, taking a sip of the warm, sweet (because anybody who drinks coffee black should be locked up) beverage that would help you in the long run. Spencer Reid's lips twitched into a smile — anxious, like the rest of him usually is whenever he's in your lab — and he dropped his gaze to the floor with a small shrug. 

"I thought you might need it. I know it's hard. This case," he said, and you nodded your head with an affirming nod.

"Tell me about it," you mumbled, spinning around in your chair, back to your computer, waving him over. "See this?" you pointed to the list of findings in one of the samples.

Your breathing hitched when you felt him behind you, not expecting him to be so close, his own breath audible by your ear. 

He hummed quietly as he read through the list, and you turned your head to the side to look at him. His lips were pulled into a frown as you watched him register everything — and God, was he pretty. "Yeah... Salmonella, Enteritidis, Listeria... they're all bacteria you can find in chicken. Raw chicken, to be precise. Did they send you chicken blood by mistake?" 

"That's what I thought," you said, snapping out of your Reid-induced-haze, and clicked at your computer until you pulled up another list. "But then I found these as well; Streptococcus mutans, Porphyromonas gingivalis, Fusobacterium and Lactobacillus. From the same sample. And I cross-checked it with all of them, and they're all like that. So I sent that to Garcia and asked if she could do some looking into butcher shops in the area, and she came up empty. So now I'm at a loss."

"Weird," he murmured, leaning further forward over your shoulder to stare at the screen a little more intently, and you found your breath hitching at it. Again.

"What do you see?"

"Chlamydia trachomatis."

"Oh. Yeah, all of the samples have it," you explained, and he nodded his head, before turning it to look at you. 

"Well, what do you do when you have a sexually transmitted disease?" he asked.

"Me? I don't—I don't know. I've never had a—" you cut yourself off when you saw his lips twitch into a smile, and your brain caught up with what he had just said, and your lips parted in an 'o' shape in realisation. "You'd go to your doctor."

"And if they all have it, then that means that—"

"—it's the UnSub whose got it," you cut him off, eyes lighting up as you sat up straighter. "Oh my God, I don't know how I didn't make that connection. Spencer Reid I need to reiterate that you are an angel sent from the heaven above, I could kiss you."

His eyes went wide, and his entire being froze, followed swiftly by you yourself freezing too, words you let spill past your lips registering a second too late. 

He stared at you. You stared at him. It was an awkward game of who would look away first, and it went on for hour long minutes. You needed to clear your throat but refused to, your lips opening and closing as you searched your brain for something — anything — to say to break up this tension.

"Are you serious?"

It was a meek whisper, and had you not been so hyper focussed on his lips, you probably would've missed it. You forced your gaze up to his eyes, catching the red tinge on his cheeks, mirroring your own. You decided if the one in a billion chance of a black hole swallowing the earth decided to happen now, you wouldn't complain.

"I mean, no," you force past your lips. A sentence you soon sorely regret when you watch a flicker of what you recognise to be hurt flash across his face. Maybe your brain made that expression up. Maybe it didn't. If it did, it was too late to consider that option, because you were already rambling again. "Unless you want me to be serious. In which case yes, I am totally serious. If not, then I'm not."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and an embarrassingly nervous laugh left your lips. 

"Yes. I'm serious," you finalised. Because at least if he found that embarrassing and didn't feel the same back, you could kick him out of your lab and avoid him until you manage to swap units. Or move halfway across the world. Whichever came first.

Neither needed to come first, it seemed. Because his tense body shifted, turning to face you, his own eyes seemingly locked on your lips, the same way yours were only minutes prior. 

"Is it okay if I..." he trailed off, a hesitant hand reaching up to your face, waiting for your confirming nod before his fingertips relaxed on your cheek. You weren't even kissing him yet, and you already felt that nervous-excited mix pooling in your stomach.

He was in the same boat as you, his own breathing hitching when you didn't pull away instantly from his touch. But then he simply stared at you, for maybe a minute too long, because an exasperated sigh left your lips before you could stop it.

"You know, you actually have to put your lips on mine to kiss, Spencer," you say, and though your intent wasn't to fluster him, you did. 

"Yes, I—um, I know. I've just never... what if I screw this up?" he stammered, and your lips pulled into a smile. 

"Worst thing you can do is be a bad kisser."

"That's embarrassing."

"Just a little," you agreed with a nod, watching his face fall, and you laughed at the expression. "I'm kidding. It's not that hard, and you're good at everything."

"Not this."

"You don't know that."

He fell silent, and you knew you had won the verbal argument — he was certainly still disagreeing in his mind, but he was always good at picking his battles. 

But you knew he was never going to kiss you first. Not when one hand was flexing weirdly by his waist, unsure of what to do with it, and he was so awkwardly holding one cheek with the other. 

It was the only reason why you placed two palms on his own cheeks and pulled his face towards you. He let out a shocked yelp that had you laughing for only a second, cutting the sound off short with your lips on his. 

Spencer Reid was in fact good at everything. 

He was hesitant at first, and you wondered if he was ever going to kiss you back. But he did, and then you wondered if he was lying about never kissing anybody before.

Because he was insanely good, and the way he kissed you was maddening and addictive and it seemed you were (addictive) as well, for he was chasing your lips even when you tried to pull away. So you didn't, and instead allowed him to keep kissing you with so much pace and force you thought you'd break. 

"Spence... can't... breathe," you gasped out, and he pulled back in an instant, his eyes going wide. 

He was stammering out apologies that fell on deaf ears, because you were staring at him and he was gorgeous. In every sense of the word. With hair that had fallen into his glassy eyes, cheeks as pink as his lips that were screaming to be kissed again, need for oxygen be damned. 

And actually, if the one in a billion chance of a black hole swallowing the earth decided to happen now, you would complain. Very loudly.

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Family Man

Summary: Dabi meets the love of his life and leaves the LoV to care for her and their new baby

m. list / inspired by this post of mine B)

TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF • no one is dead >:( • OOC Dabi, sue me!

Being a parent was always something I dreamed about. When I was little, I used to imagine meeting the man of my dreams and starting a family with him as soon as possible. But with every failed relationship I seemed to have, my hopes that would happen diminished. I was walking home from the hospital I work at when I stumbled across a man with a long black coat and a scarred face. He had black hair and piercings and it looked like his scars had staples where they met the non-scarred skin. He was hunched over and clutching his stomach. I wearily approached him.

"Are you okay?" I asked hesitantly. The sound of my voice made his head shoot up, he looked my straight in my eyes. My [eye color] eyes met his icy blue ones.

"Obviously not," He replied through gritted teeth.

"I can help you, the hospital isn't too far-" he cut me off.

"I can't go to the hospital," He said.

"Why not?" I asked

"Just help me out and maybe I'll tell you afterward," He answered. I nodded and walked over to him.

"Here, I can help you walk. I'll take you to my house, it's not that far from here," I said with a smile. The man rolled his eyes at me and supported himself using my shoulder. We stumbled up a few blocks to my apartment building. It was a cheap place and looked run down, but the quality wasn't horrible. I couldn't complain.

"What happened?" I asked. We were now in my apartment and I had the stranger sitting on one of my kitchen chairs.

"I got stabbed. The fucker got me good too," the man replied.

"Can you uh... Take your shirt off?" I asked. The man smirked a bit at my awkwardness.

"Sure," He replied. He took off his jacket and shirt tauntingly slow. He never gave up eye contact either. He was well built and muscular. He had scars on his stomach that matched his face. A weird part of me found it attractive. But I quickly shook that thought and began working. I looked at the wound and my quirk told me everything I need to know.

My quirk was basically an X-ray without all the machines, and it gave me a description of the wound with what caused it. "You're lucky, if you were stabbed one inch to the right, it would've hit your intestines," I explained.

"How do you know? You haven't even touched me," he asked.

I hummed, "My quirk. Wasn't fit to be a pro, so I became a doctor." I walked away to grab a needle and thread to stitch him. "What's your deal? Are you in a gang or something?"

He hesitated, "You could say that."

I nodded, "Ah ok. At least you weren't some random civilian that got stabbed then."

"What? You think I deserved to be stabbed?" He asked.

"That's not what I meant. No one 'deserves' to be stabbed. I'm just saying crime has been on the rise and I'd hate it if someone defenseless got stabbed. But since you're in a sorta-gang or whatever, then you can handle yourself," I explained.

He scoffed, "Whatever. I kill people, you know. I could kill you right now."

I shrugged, "Doesn't matter. My job is helping the sick and injured, not persecuting them. And done. There, all stitched up and not bleeding."

"What already?" He asked. "I didn't even feel you start."

"Just another part of my quirk. When someone who's hurt talks to me, it gives the same effect painkillers would. Pretty nifty, huh?" I explained. "I'm Y/N by the way. If you're ever injured again, you can stop by. I usually get off work around 10 PM and go in at 8 AM."

"Dabi. I'll keep you to that offer," He simply said before putting his clothes back on and leaving.

"Take care, be safe," I said as I closed the door.

The second time I saw him it was midnight and there were loud knocks at my door. Hurriedly, I rushed to the door and opened it. Dabi was there with a teenage girl in his arms. "I didn't know where else to go," he said. "Please."

"Don't just stand there! Put her on the counter!" I instructed. I pushed everything that was on my counter to the floor to make room for the girl. Dabi gently placed her down and I scanned her body. She had 2 stab wounds on her lower stomach and large lacerations on her arms and legs. "Who did this? What happened? Try waking her up, I need her to speak to me so she doesn't feel any pain."

"We were trying to get more recruits for our group. Apparently we messed with the wrong gang. They went crazy and started attacking us," Dabi explained. He tapped the girls face and gently woke her up.

"Where are we?" She asked.

"Hi, I'm Y/n and I'm going to help you out, okay? Can you tell me about yourself?" I was cleaning the cuts on her arm first. I couldn't start stitching the stab wounds until she was awake and speaking to me.

"My name is Himiko Toga. It's nice to meet you," she answered. I wrapped her arm with bandages and moved to her legs.

"Hi, sweetie. How old are you?" I asked. She was starting to get more awake and that's all I needed.

"I'm 16, how old are you?"

"I'm 22, do you feel any pain?"

She looked at her bloodied badge wildly, "No-no but I'm sure I should? I'm bleeding!"

"Don't worry, it's just my quirk. You're gonna be okay. Dabi, can you dress this real quick? I want to stitch her quickly before she loses too much blood," I asked.

Dabi nodded and grabbed the bandages from my hand. He wrapped her leg wounds as I started to stitch the first stab wound on her stomach. "I need you to keep talking to me, okay? It can be anything, just keep talking," I said. Himiko nodded.

"Well I saw this really cute kitten! It was adorable! It was so small. It was gray with brown spots! I'm gushing just thinking about it! While me and patchwork were on our mission, one of the gang members looked soooo cute! Her hair was really pretty. Almost as pretty as yours! You're really pretty, by the way. I bet you'd look even cuter if you bled a little!~"

"Done! And thank you for the compliments, but I'm not really a big fan of bleeding. Would you like a change of clothes? I can grab something of mine real quick," I offered. Himiko nodded and sat up. I left the room and went to my closet. I tried taking her clothes into account for what she'd like. I settled for a white skirt and pink cardigan with a white undershirt. Just as I was about to walk back into my kitchen, I heard the two talking.

"She's super pretty, and nice! You should totallyyy try getting with her~," Himiko said.

Dabi scoffed, "As if she'd like someone like me. Incase you forgot, we kill people for a living. She saves them. As pretty and nice as she is, no one can look past that fact."

"Ooo so you totally would if the circumstances were different!!"

Dabi shrugged, "Who wouldn't?"

I walk over to them and hand Himiko the clothes. "Here you go, hon. You can go change in my bathroom, it's the first door down the hallway." Himiko nodded and walked to my bathroom to change. I turned to face Dabi. "You okay? Any wounds?"

He shrugged, "None that are too deep."

"I can dress them if you want. I'd rather they didn't get infected," I said. He rolled his eyes but didn't stop me from pushing him into a chair. He had some scratches on his face I hadn't noticed before, along with surface-level gashes on his arm.

"Why do you even care?" He asked. I was cleaning the blood from his cheek. Our faces were only centimeters apart. I looked into his eyes and blushed wildly.

"Everyone deserves to have someone who cares. I'm here to take care of you whenever you need me," I replied kindly. He scoffed.

"I don't deserve this," He said.

"Why not?"

He hesitated, feelings were something he obviously wasn't good with. "You're too nice. And I'm... me."

"I'm not 'too nice'," I replied. "I just... do what I can. Everyone deserves someone in their corner. And, even if I don't support what you do, I'm here for you and whoever else needs my help."

I was done bandaging him and Himiko came out of the bathroom. "I'm ready! Do I look cute?~"

"The cutest girl in the whole world," I replied happily.

"Thank you!" Himiko replied. She jumped into my arms and squeezed me. "Can I have your number? I need more girls in my life."

"Sure, do you have your phone?" I asked.

"Yep! Right here!" She pulled her phone out and handed it to me. I put my contact in and handed it back.

"Feel free to come over whenever. You don't need to be injured to hang out," I said to Himiko. I turned to Dabi, "That goes to you too."

He scoffed, "Yeah, whatever. C'mon, crazy."

He and Himiko left my house. "Take care, be safe," I said to them as I closed the door.

I was walking to my apartment when I saw Dabi standing outside my door. It had been 2 months since we first met. In those two months, he was consistently coming over. I noticed with each time he was less hurt. "Dabi? What's up? You okay?" I doted. I scanned over his body and saw no injuries.

He sighed, "I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm just... I don't know. I can leave if you want."

"What? No, of course not. Come in," I replied. I unlocked my door and let him in. "I was just about to make some dinner."

"What're you gonna make?" He asked.

I rubbed my neck sheepishly, "I was going to make some ramen. Sorry, if I knew you were coming, I would've prepared something."

He just shrugged, "You work long shifts, I don't mind. As long as I'm with you."

I flushed. "You don't mean that."

"Why wouldn't I?" Dabi asked. "You... you're good to be around. I don't know... You... You're safe."

I smiled brightly, "Well, I enjoy being around you too." I finished our ramen bowls and brought them to the living room. I placed the two bowls on the coffee table. I sat down and Dabi sat beside me. Even though the couch was medium-sized and there was way more room, we were shoulder to shoulder. I handed him the remote. "Put on whatever you want."

He nodded and put on a random horror movie. "So, what'd you do today?" He asked.

"Hmm. Well, I went home early because we were double-staffed so they sent me home. Which is so stupid? Like I literally have the x-ray and painkillers built into me. And, get this, my replacement was some girl whose quirk is growing hair. Not to quirk shame, but c'mon!" I complained. "I'm not too shocked though, my manager hates me. We used to have a fling but I broke up with him because he cheated on me. And he's not over me?! Ugh, boys are so stupid. No offense."

Dabi hummed in acknowledgment, "Sounds rough."

I sighed, "Yeah. But it's ok. You're here now. What did you do today?"

"Normal league things. I got into an argument with our leader. I couldn't stand being with him. I wasn't sure where else to go, so I came here," Dabi explained.

"You're always welcome here, you know," I said.

He hesitated. "Yeah. I know."

I don't remember falling asleep, but I woke up with my head on Dabi's shoulder and his head on mine. I blushed wildly. I lightly pushed him off of me and let him lay down fully on the couch. I grabbed a blanket and draped it over him. It was 7 am and I had to work in an hour, so I decided to make a small breakfast. I got instant pancake mix and made a couple pancakes for Dabi when he woke up. I made a few extra on a separate plate for Himiko if he saw her today. I wrote a note for him.

We fell asleep watching the movie last night whoops :,) I made you some pancakes and there should be a few extra for Himiko if you see her today (but if youre extra hungry, feel free to eat them all!! I didn't tell her about them ;) ) visit me again sometime? I enjoyed your company <3

- Y/N

Dabi has been visiting me everyday for the past two weeks. He always came around 11 PM and stayed until 2 AM. Usually, though, we'd fall asleep on the couch. It was weirdly domestic. Whenever I heard his knock at my door, a feeling of unbeatable happiness overcame me. When he walked in, it felt different. I wasn't sure how or why, but something wasn't right.

"What's wrong?" I asked. I did a scan and he had no injuries, which made me even more confused.

"My boss wants to know who I keep sneaking off to see," Dabi said. He rubbed his neck. "He wants to meet you. Everyone does."

"Oh, ok. That's fine. Um they're not gonna like... Hurt me right?"

Dabi's eyes widened. "No. And if they try anything, I have you."

I sighed, "Okay. So like... Right now... Orrrrrr?"

He nodded, "Right now preferably."

"Ok, let me just change out of my pajamas," I said. He nodded and sat on my couch. He made himself at home as he always did. I put on sweatpants and a T-shirt. It wasn't too cold outside so I wasn't worried. I put on my sneakers and walked over to Dabi. "Ready?" He nodded and we left my apartment.

It was a 10 minute walk to his base. In that time he was growing more and more anxious. We were just outside the entrance when I stopped him. "Are you okay? Like seriously, what's up?" I placed my hands on his arms to stop him from moving.

"It's nothing. It's stupid," He said.

"it's not stupid if it's affecting you," I replied.

He sighed. "It's just... God this is pathetic... I just don't want you to like them more... than... you... like... me..." He hesitated on his words as he went on.

I giggled but hid it behind one of my hands. "You're jealous! That's so cute."

He scoffed, "Yeah, yeah. Adorable." He refused to meet my eyes. But I grabbed his face and gently tilted it down to look at me.

"You don't have to worry. I'm not gonna leave you," I said. His eyes lightened and he sighed.

"Whatever. Let's just meet them," He replied. I nodded and he grabbed my hand to lead me inside. Immediately, Himiko jumped in my arms.

"Y/n-channnn!~" She cheered as she spun us around.

"Himi-chan!" I greeted back. "How are you?"

"I'm good! Did you get the cat picture I sent you?" She asked.

"Yes! He was so cute! Did you see the makeup look I sent you?"

"Yesss!! You looked so cute! I loved the red, it almost looked like blood!~"

"I knew you'd like it! That's why I did it!" I giggled. The two of us were holding hands and excitedly talking. Unbeknownst to me, Dabi was talking with a guy with light blue hair; their boss.

"This is the girl you've been meeting?" He asked.

"Yeah. She's something, isn't she?" He had a faint, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. Shigaraki cleared his throat and I turned my attention to him. I forgot about everyone else I was meeting, I was just really happy to see Himiko.

"I'm so sorry! It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Y/n L/n," I introduced. I extended a hand out to their boss, but Dabi pushed it down. I spared him a confused glance before looking back at the boss.

"Shigaraki. Dabi has told us a lot about you," He said.

"All good things, I hope?" I joked lightly. Shigaraki just hummed. I turned to the rest of the League. They were all in their villain outfits. One of them had a full body suit on with the mask being half grey and half black. One of them wore a full suit; the button-up was orange-red and he had a top hat with a mask on. Another was a lizard with purple hair and a red torn up scarf, something that obviously drew inspiration from Stain: The Hero Killer. And the final man was... made of gas? He was purple and black and sort of looked like a weird cloud.

"it's nice to meet you guys as well," I said with a wave. The man in the body suit approached me, and looked me up and down before jumping excitedly.

"Oh it's gonna be so fun to have someone new around!" He said. Then his personality completely shifted. "No it won't. Yes it will. No. Yes."

I just kinda stared at him awkwardly. I looked to Dabi for some help and he pulled me away from him. "That's Twice," he introduced. "He's a little crazy." I nodded.

"No problem! I was just a little concerned," I replied. The lizard man grabbed my attention.

"I'm Spinner. Hey, do you happen to know who the Hero Killer is?"

"I know of him, yeah," I shrugged.

"Do you agree with him?" Spinner asked.

"Well, I think there are a lot of fake heroes but like I don't think anyone deserves to die. I see a lot of people close to death with my job, and each time it doesn't get any easier," I answered.

"You do know who you're talking to right?" The top hat wearing one asked.

"Yeah, you know we kill people, right?" Shigaraki asked.

"Yeah I know. I don't support it. But, my job isn't persecuting criminals; it's helping people. So, even if I could never do what you guys do, I don't hate you or think lowly of you," I explained.

Shigaraki approached me, he placed four fingers on my shoulder and Dabi tensed. "What are you doing?" He asked.

Shigaraki smirked, "What makes you trust us? We could kill you right now."

I showed no fear. I looked him in his eyes. His red ones met my own. "I don't trust you. Nothing is stopping you from killing me. But... I don't think Dabi would walk me into a situation he knew I wouldn't leave from. I trust him and Himiko."

Shigaraki scoffed, his grip on my shoulder tightened. His index finger, which he was keeping off my shoulder, was inching closer and closer slowly. It was as if he wanted a reaction from me or someone else. I was about to say something when Dabi shoved him away from me.

"Quit it, will you?" He said gruffly, clearly annoyed. "You're lucky I even dragged her here to meet your ugly ass."

"Going soft, Dabi?" Shigaraki asked. Dabi didn't answer. He just grabbed my hand and we walked back to my apartment. His hand never left mine.

When we got home and the door was shut, he looked me up and down - as if trying to find an injury. I recognized the habit as one of my own whenever he was at my door. "Hey I'm okay," I reassured.

"The... The reason they wanted to meet you was because I've been talking about you. A lot," he said with a sigh as he lazed about on my couch. I joined him and sat curled up on his chest. These past few months have been the best of my life. He, despite being a serial killer, was safe.

"And what do you tell them?" I ask.

"I tell them I want to be with you," he admits. I could tell it wasn't easy as he hesitated on his words and his heartbeat quickened. I looked up at him.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's not going to be... easy liking me and I get it if you don't like me like that. Except, I might have to kill you cause this is too embarrassing to not kill over." Now, normally if a mass murderer says something like this, I'd be concerned. But Dabi said it in a light way. There may have been some truth but I don't think he'd ever kill me... Right?

"Nothing is ever easy. I thought you were cute the minute I saw you shirtless in my kitchen," I joked. "I like you too, Dabi."

He hesitated greatly at my words. "...Touya. My name is Touya."

My eyes widened, "Woah wait what? Dabi isn't your real name?"

He looked at me quizzically. "No?? What kind of name is Dabi for a baby??"

"I don't know! I thought your parents hated you or something!"

"I mean, you could say that. My old man is a piece of shit to put it lightly. I was sick of the way things were going so I... Faked my death and became a villain."

"I'm sorry, Touya. I can't imagine," I said gently. I sat up from his chest and made him look at me. There was something so cute about him, about us. He closed his eyes and placed a hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face closer to his. I closed my eyes as well and our lips connected halfway.

In that moment, we were eternal. Nothing else mattered. The cars that sped down the street and the dogs that barked, all those noises were drowned out simply by the feeling of being so close to someone else. His hands traveled to my waist and he pulled me into his lap. My hand moved from his face to his shoulder to support myself. We disconnected our lips from each other after a minute, taking deep breaths and admiring the other.

"Maybe I am going soft," He mumbles. I didn't hear him though. I was already passed out sitting in his lap.

Two months into dating and Touya practically lives with me. Some of his clothes were in my closet and drawers, I had his favorite foods constantly stocked in my cabinets and fridge, and he even had his own toothbrush in my bathroom. We were sitting on my couch when I got a call from my sister, I looked puzzled and paused our show.

"[Sisters name]? What's up?" I asked. Dabi was about to ask me something but I held a finger up. He scoffed, crossed his arms, and pushed me away dramatically. "You want me to watch your kid..? Um yeah sure! Drop him off at my house." She hung up quickly after the confirmation.

"Who was that?" Dabi asked.

"My sister. We haven't spoken in 2 years and suddenly she has a kid and wants me to babysit? Ugh," I groaned.

He just hummed. "Do you think she's gonna freak out when she sees my face?"

"considering the fact it's on wanted posters; probably," I loving tap his cheek and he rolls his eyes. I was about to move off the couch but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"Do you want kids?" He asked. It was the question I was both dreading and incredibly excited for.

"I would like some, yes. But with work and everything I don't know if I'd be able to," I replied.

"What? Like it's a one person job?" He teased.

I rolled my eyes. "With the people I used to date, I knew it would've been. How about you, Mr. Murder?"

"I used to think starting a family would be out of the picture for me but I don't know if that's the case anymore," he replied simply. He said it so casually I thought I was reading too deep into things.

"Y-you want to to have a family with me?" I asked.

He shrugged, "I don't know who else I'd rather have one with. Besides, we'd make cute babies."

My sister arrived with my nephew. It was our first time meeting and I'm sure it was likely going to be the last. I brought Kam to the living room and introduced him to Touya.

"Kam, this is Touya. Touya, this is Kam," I said.

"Are those real?" Kam asked, pointing at Touya's face.

"My scars?" Touya asked. Kam nodded. "Yeah, bud. They're real. I got into a really bad accident when I was younger. They don't scare you, do they?"

Kam shook his head immediately. "No! They look super cool!"

Touya smiled. "Yeah?"

"Mhm!" Kam replied with an innocent smile on his face. Touya looked at me with a soft smile of his own. He had a look in his eyes as he played and talked to Kam. It was nothing I'd seen before. His eyes were full of fatherly love.

It was around 5 when the three of us were curled up on the couch. My head rested on Touya's chest and Kam sat on Touya's lap. He had protective arms wrapped around us. Kam was already sleeping and I was about to lull off myself, but then Touya started speaking.

"We should have one," He said. "These couple hours have been better than I could've imagined."

"You know it isn't going to be all sunshine and rainbows, right? If we have one it's gonna be a newborn and it'll cry all the time," I replied.

"Do you not want one?"

"I do. I really do. But, I don't want to force you into a commitment you're not ready for. Kids are a handful."

"I know. But... My life has been totally different these past months and it's because of you. Fuck, princess, I don't know what kind of drug you are but I'm addicted. You make me want to be a better person. But I know even if I wasn't, you'd still be there. You're the best damn thing in my life."

"Look at you getting all sappy on me," I teased.

"Forget it then," He scoffed. I rolled my eyes and moved off his chest to look at him in his eyes. I placed a hand on his cheek and and kiss him.

"I'm only teasing. You're the best thing in my life too. Before I met you, I was just in a constant loop. My days would feel the same and my life didn't feel worth it. Even if you're a crazy murderer, you're my crazy murderer."

He sarcastically smiled and rolled his eyes. "I think I'm the more sane one in this relationship."

"Only because I got you started on meds," I shrugged. "If you're serious, we can have a baby."

"Of course I'm serious. I just... Don't want to be like my dad."

"And you're not gonna. I'm not worried about that in the slightest. I can keep you in check."

"Yeah, I know you can, doll," He breathed out a sigh. He looked down at his lap as Kam shifted to get comfortable. His smile met his eyes as he leaned his head against mine.

I woke Touya up with an at-home pregnancy test in my hand. The two lines on it made me feel anxious. I was worried he wouldn't actually want to have a kid, that maybe he just said it to make me feel better. "Touya," I said as I shook him awake.

"Hm? I'm trying to sleep, princess," He groaned into his pillow. By this time, he was fully living in my apartment. I got new pillows and sheets, we painted the walls, and hung up photos of us together. It really felt like a home.

"You might want to wake up," I said. "Something happened."

He shot up almost immediately. He looked at me and scanned my body as if he had my quirk. Then his eyes fell onto my hands with the pregnancy test in their grasp. He looked at me shocked and then he grabbed the test. He saw the two lines and breathed deeply. "We're going to be parents?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," I choked. "I understand if you don't want me to have it... I know we talked about it a lot but I get it if you... want.. to.. leave..?" I looked down and refused to meet his eyes. He sighed.

"After all this time, you really think I'm going to leave you?" He asked. He grabbed my face and looked at me so sincerely. "We're gonna be parents, princess. I'll leave the league, I'll try seeing what I can do to become reformed, I want to be with you."

"You mean it?"

"Never wanted anything more in my life."

Touya came home from visiting the League with a bruise on his face. I rushed over to him immediately. "What happened?" I doted.

"They couldn't believe I was leaving. Me and Scratchy got into a fight," He smiled. "They want to see our baby when he's born and Crazy says you need to text her."

It had been three months since Touya started his reformation process. It wasn't easy. I was basically a glorified babysitter. He was put on meds that blocked his quirk, something I knew he hated. But he kept going for me. Today was finally the day we were going to see his siblings. His father, Endeavor, was someone he wanted nothing to do with. Even after all the therapy he went through, nothing could shake the hatred he felt. His natural hair was showing now, he stopped dying it black and it was now a bright white. I wore a simple light purple dress and Touya had black jeans and a dark purple button-up on.

"What if they don't like me?" I groaned as we walked to his house.

"I should be the one worrying about that. You're not a serial killer," Touya grumbled.

"Former serial killer," I chimed. He rolled his eyes. I looked up and we were on the Todoroki Family's doorstep. "Are you ready?"

He shrugged, "Only been a decade or so since I saw them."

I huff and knock on the door. A girl opens it, Fuyumi I assume. "Hi, I hope you were informed about our visit..." I asked worriedly. Touya was standing awkwardly at my side.

"No, I'm sorry. Who are you?" Fuyumi asked.

My heart dropped. "I'm your brother's girlfriend, and this is Touya." I introduced the two for him, I knew he wouldn't be able to. Fuyumi's eyes widened.

"Touya?" She gasped. She looked at his scarred face and blue eyes. A look of recognition flashed behind her own.

"Hey, Yumi," Touya replied. He acted casual, but I could tell it was eating him up inside. There was so much he wanted to say, but no words could describe.

"Does Dad know you're here?" she asked.

Touya tensed. "He knows we're here, but I refuse to see him." His sister hummed.

"Well, come in. Tell us where you've been!" She said kindly. She led the two of us in and sat us down at the table. "Nats! Sho! Come down here!"

Touya was growing more and more anxious. He couldn't stop the feeling of anxiety that crawled within him. I placed my hand in his and squeezed tightly, he gently sighed and took deep breaths. Natsuo and Shoto came down, they were expecting dinner and not their long-lost brother and his girlfriend, obviously.

"Who are they?" Shoto asked.

"Touya?" Natsuo said, amazed. Shoto looked at Touya shocked. Natsuo pushed past Fuyumi and Shoto and embraced Touya tightly. I smiled at the sight.

Touya and I sat at the table as he reconnected with his siblings. After the initial shock of seeing him wore off, they welcomed him with open arms. We still hadn't told them the "big news" so to speak.

"We didn't come here just to meet and catch up," Touya said. He glanced at me and I looked down slightly. "Are you two getting married?" Fuyumi asked. I blushed viciously. "N-no!" "Well?" Natsuo prompted. Touya looked at me and I nodded. "She's pregnant," Touya explained. All three of their eyes widened. Fuyumi immediately started doting on me and cheerfully checked over my body. Natsuo patted Touya on his back and Shoto was just stunned. "Oh my god! How far along are you?" Fuyumi asked. "14 weeks," I answered. "I hope you guys aren't too shocked." "Well, our brother comes back from the dead with a girlfriend and a baby on the way... I think we can be a little shocked," Natsuo said. I laughed a bit. "You're having a kid out of wedlock?" Shoto asked. "Yeah," Touya said as he rubbed his neck. "It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment decision." "At that exact moment sure, but we talked about it beforehand," I rolled my eyes. "Hey, I'm not complaining," He teased. I blushed and stuck my thumb down at him. Shoto made a fake throw-up noise and Natsuo looked away with a soft smile. Fuyumi shook her head.

"How are you going to tell Dad?" She asked. Touya shrugged, "Simple. We're not. He'll find out when he finds out but he won't hear it from either of us." Fuyumi just nodded. "I'm glad to have you back, Touya." "Me too!" Natsuo agreed. "It is nice," Shoto added. Touya just sheepishly rubbed his neck again, he clearly wasn't expecting so much support. "It's good to be back," Touya said.

Our baby woke up crying for the third time that night. It was now one full year since Touya started reforming. He went to all his mandatory meetings, took his meds, and went through extensive therapy. I was about to get up but my white-haired boyfriend stopped me. Even though he seemed annoyed, I could see the love in his eyes from just knowing our baby was alive and with us. He was happy because we had a family. "I'll get him, princess," He said. He pushed me back to lying down and pulled the blanket back over my body. I smiled at him and watched as he went over to the crib we set up in our room. He held our baby in his hands and cradled him tightly as he rocked him back to sleep. After a few minutes, our baby fell back asleep. Touya smiled and gently placed him back in the crib.

Touya crawled into bed with me and held me close. "Thank you," Touya whispered into my hair. "For what?" I asked, snuggling into him further. "Giving me something to live for," He replied.

BONUS!

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[eldritch-nightmare]

slow dancing.

a/n: idea popped into my mind and it became this. originally this was gonna include x virus but u know. my mind went blank for him. burying my head in my hands why did the bonus character one get longer than the rest i had to force myself to stop writing it holy hell

premise: it's storming outside, and the radio is playing a soft love song. so, why not dance? that was your thought as you approached your partner, getting their attention by holding your hand out, "dance with me."

includes: jeff the killer, the puppeteer, hobo heart, ticci toby, and zalgo. + a bonus character bc why not.

warnings: not proofread, very vaguely implied kidnapping and stockholm syndrome in jeff's part, blatantly stated kidnapping in zalgo's part, it's just fluff actually, inconsistent length, nsfw elements in the bonus part don't look at me okay

JEFF THE KILLER

"Huh?"

He just sorta stares at you for a moment, confusion evident in his gaze as he stares at your outstretched hand. Honestly, you don't know why he seemed so caught off guard. You two were long past the... ugly beginning of your relationship.

You just shrug at his confusion, casually explaining that since neither of you could go outside due to the weather, you might as well make the most of it. Why you've decides that dancing in the best way to pass time during a storm is beyond him.

He thinks you're weird as hell for this, and he says such to your face, but he's already reaching out and taking your hand, letting you take the lead this once as you pull him close to you. He certainly isn't complaining anymore now that the two of you are pressed together like this.

Jeff can't dance to save his life though, so you'll have to take the lead and guide him through simple steps. It's annoying, having you teach him something, but he likes the way you smile when he sways along with you to the music, so just this once, he decides it's not too bad.

He enjoys himself far more than he's willing to admit, and you don't miss the way his grip on you lingers for a moment too long after the song ends before he pulls away from you, grumbling about how pointless that was before returning to whatever he had been doing before.

THE PUPPETEER

He would glance up from the project he's working on, golden eyes peering up at you as he processes your request. He rarely ever had the radio playing, but the rain made it hard to focus so he had turned it on to drown the storm out. Honestly, he hadn't even noticed you were in the room with him.

He'd raise a brow, part of him wanting to scold you for interrupting his work and asking him to do something for you, but... well, he has been working for hours now with no break, so what harm could this do?

He'll let out a slightly exasperated sigh before standing from his seat and taking your hand. You won't be able to take the lead here, since he already knows how to dance.

You two will sway along to the music, the sound of the storm no longer existing as the two of you get lost in your own little world together. You're comfortably resting your head against his shoulder, quietly humming along to the song while he's closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax even if only for a moment.

The Puppeteer could honestly get lost in the moment here if he lets himself. You'll start to feel strings coiling around you, and you'll glance down to see his signature golden strings lazily latching on to you, almost as if to keep you close to him if you try pulling away.

When the song ends, he'll immediately leave his thoughts and open his eyes, detaching from you and stepping away. The strings don't immediately let go, but he pretended as if they weren't there. You don't need to know just how attached he is to you.

HOBO HEART

He's immediately taking your hand before he even processes your request, just eager to be touching you in some way as he stares at you as if you had personally put all the stars in the night sky. And once he does process your request, he's nodding along.

Heart doesn't care about the storm. He's been out in so many of them in his lifetime that he barely even acknowledges when it rains anymore. But if you wanna dance to keep your mind off the storm, then he's all for it.

He has no idea how to dance, so it's a bit clumsy and his grip on you is definitely a little too tight but you're both having fun, and you can tell he's trying his best to please you.

You'll definitely have to take the lead here.

And at some point, he'd burying his face in either your neck or your hair, softly muttering sweet-nothings to you as the two of you sway together to whatever sappy love song is playing on the radio.

Heart always feels like he's in heaven whenever you're close like this, and he's enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would.

Once the song ends, you'll try to pull away but he's clinging to you, clearly not satisfied enough to let you go. Welp. Looks like you're dancing to another song.

TICCI TOBY

Toby would definitely be the most hesitant to take your hand. He's not good with close contact, and he recoils from physical touch more often than not, even if he knows it's someone he can trust.

But the booming thunder outside is too loud. Too similar to cars crashing together. Too familiar. He needed a distraction, and you were providing him one. It took him a moment, but he was hesitantly reaching out and taking your hand.

He vaguely knows how to dance. He would dance along to upbeat songs with Lyra when he was younger, and when he was really young, he would sway along to some random old 80s song that his mom enjoyed. But slow dancing is not something he's done before, and the close proximity set him on edge a bit.

He's too tense, his grip too tight one moment and too loose the next. Occasionally, a tic would cause the both of you to stumble a bit before regaining balance.

You were patient with him, going at his pace and letting him take the lead as he got comfortable being so close to you. Once his shoulders relaxed and he seemed less tense, you gave him a few pointers that he carefully followed .

Soon enough, the two of you were swaying together to an old love song playing on the radio. He still flinched whenever a particularly loud thing of thunder would roar, but you were able to keep most of his attention focused on you.

The two of you end up swaying together until the storm dies down.

ZALGO

You're not entirely sure what exactly classifies as a storm in this cursed realm you found yourself trapped in, but they were far more scary than the ones back in the mortal world. The sky here literally screamed in agony as a sickly rustic-scented liquid rained from above.

You were lucky enough to have a radio with you to distract you from the raging storm outside. You don't question how it works here, opting to just believe it's some weird Zalgo-esque bullshit.

You were just glad you weren't alone right now, your loving captor having decided to deign you with his presence. You still weren't accustomed to his true form, no one is really, so he had opted to appear in a... acceptably human state.

When a love song started playing through the radio, you had turned it up a bit in hopes of drowning out the storm. The idea of dancing didn't come to your mind immediately, but you could feel Zalgo's many eyes just staring you down from across the room.

With a sigh, you force yourself away from where you had comfortably been sitting and cross the room. You did not miss the way Zalgo's stern expression softened ever so slightly when you held your hand out and asked him to dance with you.

Even in this form, he was much taller than you, so dancing was certainly... odd, and the feeling of his deathly cold skin against yours was not at all pleasant, but you chose to ignore that.

And he was clearly enjoying this for one reason or another. You suppose that was a good thing, and you found yourself enjoying this as well, much to your surprise.

Hm... maybe you'll invite him to dance more often. Maybe.

BONUS: HABIT no i havent finished emh yes i am writing this i need the guy to fuck me stupid seven ways to sunday i am not immune

Habit immediately beams the moment you ask him to dance with you, taking your hand and immediately pulling you close to him. You had to make sure you took the lead immediately, otherwise, who knows what would've happened.

Is he a good dancer? Fuck no. Evan probably is, maybe slightly, but Habit? Nah, it's not his cup of tea. He just likes when you're close to him.

His hands wander a little lower than they should be, resulting in you continuously having to fix them. Whenever you glare at him for that, he just innocently smiles as if he's done nothing wrong.

Though Habit's constant teasing was a bit annoying, you still enjoyed dancing with him, swaying along to the song playing on the radio as the storm raged on outside, adding to the strangely romantic ambiance that seemed to be developing.

It was soft enough that it almost made you forget the amount of carnage he could cause if he so desired, the carnage he has caused. He seemed to be in a rather good mood today, judging from how he isn't verbally teasing you for wanting to dance with him.

You were both content in each other's arms, the song ending and another starting, neither of you ready to pull away from each other just yet. At some point, he had buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths as if he were trying to burn your scent into his mind.

It was when the third song ended that you finally decided to pull away from him.

The moment you tried doing so, however, his grip on you was tightening and he was letting out a low growl, "Don't move, bunny." And that was enough to cause you to freeze. Not out of fear, though there was certainly an underlying sense of it, but mostly curiosity.

Before you could question him, you felt his bulge pressing into your leg, and Habit was evidently restraining himself from grinding against you, his nails digging into you as he kept you in place. Oh.

Seems like he wanted more from you. Here's to hoping you have the energy to keep up with him this time.

[loveephia]

TOO ATTRACTED | kita shinsuke

sypnosis: in which kita is crushing over you, his wife, all over again.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, kita admits his "troubles" to the reader, he's so romantically dense it's cute, round-cheeks-kita headcanon, aran is mentioned, sorta sucky writing and a reuse of certain phrases and actions from my older posts, timeskip, inspired by that one guy on reddit.

⚠ warning/s: none.

kita shinsuke is starting to feel like he did during his high school years again.

he doesn't know when or how it came to this, where he can't take his eyes off of you, or how everytime you touch him it feels like electricity, but he's starting to think that he's fallen ill.

his face gets warmer, both figuratively and literally, at the mere sight of you. have you always had this effect on him?

kita can't help but sweat when you're close. the way you snuggle into his side to steal all of his warmth almost made him flinch, as if this wasn't already a daily routine for you two.

every time you surprise him with a long kiss, he feels the need to hold you for support. by the waist, he prefers.

and whenever kita sees you playing with your wedding ring (a habit you developed), his heart swells. it's like a little reminder that he's married to you.

kita is lost in thought, and you just so happened to notice. "shin?" you call from the kitchen. kita faces you and sees you slicing some fruit, "are you okay?" you ask.

kita doesn't nod. maybe he can ask you why he's feeling this way. "can we talk?" kita asks, and you nod, making your way over to the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the table in front of you. "what's on your mind, love?" you ask.

"love.." the nickname you called him every day, and every other day. he can feel your effect on him taking place already; with the way his heart was beating erratically against his ribcage, and the fact that he tries not to fidget with his own fingers.

"i— uhm.." did he just stutter? "..did you do something with yourself lately?" kita asked. you tilt your head before shaking it, "no, not that i can remember. why do you ask?" you respond.

"then i think i'm coming down with a flu." kita says. you widen your eyes that are filled with nothing but care, "really?" you lean over and gently place your hand under kita's bangs and on his forehead. somehow, the effect you had on him doubled.

his breath hitches from the proximity that he should be used to by now. he patiently waits for you to pull away and give him his diagnosis, but you only shrug. "i don't feel anything out of the ordinary.."

kita sighs, maybe it's best if he just tells you what's on his mind. "i just— i feel like how i did when we still attended high school." he says. you quirk a brow, not properly understanding his point of view, "what do you mean by that, shin?"

"whenever you walk into a room, aran would tell me how red my face got. i feel the need to protect you a lot more lately. not because i think you're incapable of defending yourself, but because i just want to. and when you kiss me.. i feel stiffer than usual." kita rants. "my eyes linger on you a little longer than it should, but i can't help it. you're just.." he pauses, seeing the soft smile on your face as you listened.

"so beautiful." he says, breathless.

you caress his round cheek that happened to be painted with a red hue. "now i'm no psychologist, but i think you're in love with me, shin." you said.

kita blinks at you. "but i've always loved you. why did i start feeling this way again only until recently?"

"how you felt when you were younger was probably just a crush, whereas it all felt new to you. being bashful over the person you like is normal." you explained, "like irina firstein said, "feelings don't dissipate over time, but only get stronger and deeper." so you might've just had a shift in the way you feel love now."

"but, alas, love is pretty weird, no?" you giggle.

kita nods, a small smile making its way on his handsome face.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[unfriedough]

Hi super sorry if your request aren’t open.

I had this thought about Zuko x waterbending reader and maybe they could be related to Hama (like a grandma or something) and r basically it’s difficult to explain but Zuko and reader started dating after the war and he tries really hard to get Hamas approval because he’s from the fire nation and Hama ends up sorta accepting him but is still hella weary about him

‘Dinner’- Zuko x female!reader

An: HIYA! So as to not be annoying I’m leaving my lil disappearance explanation at the bottom, enjoy 🫶

(As usual, thank you for your request and patience it means a lot 💕)

Warnings: fighting/agression but it’s brief dw (this is also a very short piece)

You smiled as a candle flickered in your room, kicking your feet as you read a letter your boyfriend, Zuko, wrote to you. He detailed in it his most recent endeavours as a fire lord, as well as affirmed that he could in fact come for a visit. You had been planning to move to his palace soon, as per his request, but he was afraid your grandmother, Hama, a ruthless fire nation hating blood bender who might just hate Zuko, would not be on board. You decided the easiest way was to have them both over for food, and you’d prepared a huge feast of different delicacies of both nations. Zuko was meant to arrive in about an hour, and Hama was already down stairs washing up. She vaguely knew you were going to introduce her to someone, just not entirely aware of who. You shoved the scroll into another backpack you packed for your move, which was supposed to take place a week from now if all goes well.

You walked over to the window sill and sat on a cushion you placed on the protruding wooden part, sighing. You wandered in an endless maze of thoughts, until a face appeared in front of you. You squeaked, almost falling backwards but you caught yourself. Shaking your head, you unlocked the window and pulled zuko in.

“Dude?” You questioned, pulling him in for a hug.

He smelled like the sea, you noted, originally expecting the smell of a certain beast on him.

“Sorry- I got nervous,” you giggled, pinching his pouty cheeks.

He grinned, dipping you into a passionate kiss that screamed ‘I miss you’ in every language. His hand trailed to your back, and yours his hair. Just as things began to escalate, the door swung open.

“YN!”

Immediately, you pushed him away, and he stumbled backwards. Both your eyes landed on your grandma, who was as pale as a ghost.

“I can explain!”

“What kind of nonsense is this?”

Zuko was frozen, from the long list of things that could've gone wrong, this did not even make the top one hundred list.

“Grandma, this is Zuko,” you calmed down, “My boyfriend,”

He snapped out of his trance and extended an arm to shake with her. She walked out, leaving a small stone to prevent the door from closing again.

“Sorry about her,” you groaned, embarrassed that she left him hanging.

He retreated his arm, shoving it into his pocket, “She already thinks I suck. It’s over.”

“It’s okay she’s easy to win over,” you smiled sweetly, contrasting the lies that currently fled your lips.

Stiff, awkward, weird… all of the above.

You couldn’t relax for this dinner, things were so tense after what just happened. He didn’t even get to say hello before she saw his tongue down your throat and now she probably is a hair away from blood bending him into a ball. And he could tell she hated him- when he asked you to pass him a spoon she threw it at him. She missed…

“So, why don’t you tell her about yourself Zuko,” you broke the silence.

His eyes widened, suddenly being put on the spot, “Well I-uh-um-“ he coughed.

“He helped the avatar end a hundred year war,” you chimed in.

“Yeah so he can start a 200 year war all on his own,” she remarked, glaring at him. “All fire folks are the same,”

“Gram, give him a chance, he’s trying his best,” you held his hand over the table, rubbing your thumb in comforting circles.

Suddenly, a fork came hurling at you, and when you both dodged your hands away, you found it embedded in the table.

“Right…” you breathed out.

She stood up abruptly, folding her arms, “Yn, come outside, now,”

“Yes ma’am,” you replied, looking back at Zuko with a worried expression.

You shut the creaky wooden door behind you and adjusted your garments as you stood by here on the patio.

“A fire nation boy?”

“He’s different… he’s not what you think he is,”

“That’s what they all say Yn, he’s bad news.”

“What about him is bad news?”

“Everything. Especially the fact that he’s a ticking time bomb.”

“He’s a good man.”

“Are you forgetting his past? He attacked the avatar!” Your eyes widened, “That’s right, I did my research… I know every little thing he did and so help me if you dare leave this house with him I will make sure that’s the last time either of you see each other.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Who’s gonna stop me?”

Your eyes brimmed with tears- it was one thing to ban you from seeing him, but a completely other thing to treat you like a child. You were old enough to make these decisions on your own. You huffed, storming back inside and waltzing into your bedroom, slamming the door with a lot of force.

Hama sat back down at the table, smiling before she flipped it onto Zuko. He gasped, standing up quickly to avoid being crushed. She stomped around the table and got up in his face, grabbing the collar of his shirt. She was surprisingly strong for her ancient age.

“What do you want from her?”

“To be with her,”

“Why?”

“Because I love her,”

“WHY?”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?”

She pushed him onto the ground, lifting her arm as if about to bloodbend him. He’d heard the tales of what she was capable of from his friends, and he felt his heart drop.

Zuko froze, waiting, shielding himself and closing his eyes.

“Aren’t you gonna firebend?” She asked, a bitter sounding tone.

“No.”

Just then, you exited your room, finally having collected your bearings. There, you found Zuko almost curled up on himself, and Hama glaring at him. He breathed heavily, and she looked as if a blood vessel was about to pop. You immediately rushed to his side, helping him up to his feet and checking him for wounds. He was fine of course.

Your hand brushed against his cheek and he closed his eyes, humming, “I’m fine,”

“What did you do?” You yelled, looking at the old lady.

“I tested him.”

You laughed sarcastically, “And did he pass,”

“With flying colours,” 2 out of 3 pairs of eyebrows flew upwards, you and Zuko exchanged glances. “For now,”

After a bit of cleaning up, you finished the night with Zuko in your bedroom, sitting at your desk.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, leaning against the table.

“If she doesn’t even want me near you, how on Earth are you going to move in with me?”

“That’s… that’s a great question.”

An: OKAY SO idek where to start I basically obv got back to school and I had exams and then even MORE EXAMS coming up (send help) BUUUT I mainly just lost my spark and interest in writing but it feels wrong to continue to ignore my inbox so I’m gonna try my best to clear it soon. If you have requested I’m genuinely so so sorry it’s taken this long I’m sure you’re mad at me but hopefully not too mad don’t hate me okay bye love you 🩷

[severus-snape-apreciation-blog]

Had a weird idea for a fic idea. Percy Adopted AU

So. Imagine if James and Lily were a little older and had a 5y when Harry was born,

Percival (named after Dumbledore), middle name one of his Grandfathers who recently died Potter born August 22,

when they die because he knows about magic Dumbledore places him with the Weasleys.

Tells them that he found the child in a destroyed family and he was worried someone would come after him cause of who his parents were. They should tell people he was theirs biologically

The kids all know he is adopted but Ron literally forgets and they honestly kind of forgot.

This could also move into more of how Percy doesn’t feel like he’s part of his family.

Most 6y don’t know anything other then parents are Mom and Dad. He doesn’t know who they were and not helped by the fact no one called them James and Lily but Prongs and whatever nickname for her and since he was so young the memories are fuzzy af he is very confused. He does know he has a baby brother and thought he died in the “fire/attack on his muggleborn parents” as he was told

This could also explain why Peter came to him. Guilt and felt he had to look out for him,

What he does remember is the feeling of being loved, laughter, one of the paintings he loved to stare at. The stars on his rooms roof. Having a giant fluffy dog he would cuddle with. A sorta rough voice reading to him. Maybe a Deer that would break in, red hair and the sound of laughter.

If he tries harder to remember his nightmares get worse. He was there when it happened. Watched his parents killed and his brother almost killed. Trauma also one of the reasons he doesn’t remember his family,

Things that happened living with his parents that he doesn’t remember

Knowing Snape and McGonagall. He and Lily reconciled and she introduced them when he was a baby and he used to call Snape Sevy and McGonagall Granny. She was not pleased

Would visit his grandparents - his Moms Dad who passed right before he was born.

I am on the side of the headcannon that Mrs Potter is from India. Idc about Cannon and that he actually visited where he was from when he was 3. He’s still Red Hair and pale, unlike Harry

Was babysat by all three other marauders a lot. Like Fully feel Sirius and Remus lived with them with Peter visiting a lot ( he was offered a room but his Moms health isn’t good) he was just as much a friend as the rest. That’s the tragedy of it all.

Has pulled on Dumbledores beard as a baby. Got a hand in it and wouldn’t let go till it was time to eat. James thought it was Hilarious. Lily not so much.

There is a photo of once when Severus and Sirius were forced to jointly baby sit they bonded over motorcycles ( I HC Snape has one) and they are working on it in Leather jacket and Percy is wearing a tiny leather jacket joining them. Lily came to pick him up.

Also one showing how Snape has no idea how to hold a kid and is legit hold him like a sack of potatoes under his arm,

Cue 1st year and Snape and McGonagall are like 🤨🤨 hmmm and side eyes this little first year and side eye Dumbledore and he eventually tells them but he makes them promise not to reveal it.

Cue 5th year and he meets Harry. Basically like the books where he treats him like family. Cause he did. He’s always been kind to Harry. He feels like he’s familiar but that’s cause he’s famous, right?

But then cue 7th year! Harry’s 3rd

He meets Professor Lupin and. There’s just SOMETHING about him and WHY does he look so darn familiar, and when he reads experts to the class he feels like a kid again,

While Remus is freaking out cause he was told his pseudo God Kid (both he and Harry are technically Sirius’s but if Remus was allowed to be he would be as well) was killed, and here’s a 17y version with Lillys hair and James eyes and Fleamonts face,

Percy would ask Dumbledore if he knew why Professor Lupin looked family and he would shrug at this technically a adult who has every right to know but Dumbledore the anxious king is worried

Later after he leaves cue Remus storming going “bitch what the fuck” okay but going “you told me Percival was dead! He’s not” and Dumbledore goes on a spiel of how it would only put him in danger if anyone else knew, cause he was the only witness to that night and even he himself doesn’t know. And no you can’t tell him.

Remus goes 😑 and comes up with a plan to get the kids to figure it out themselves, cause he was told “tell them and your fired. I’m sorry”

Like asking Harry if he knows he had a brother, and he did but none of the pictures he was given show him/removed from the images, Remus goes “huh I was sure he was in this one” and Hermione uses Revelio and whoa!

And like more shenanigans, Percy eventually figures it out. Remus told him of a way that he could access files about himself cause he’s not legally dead. It’s a rumour Dumbledore spread, cue intense panic and weirdness from him

eventually Peter ends up sorta telling Harry cause the whole Sirius Peter thing happens and Sirius thinks Percy is dead and yelled that Peter might as have killed him and he’s like “he’s not! He was adopted by the Weasleys!” And Ron and Harry are like 👁️👄👁️

Cue more shenanigans and an awkward convo between them, Ron’s like “Harry this means you are technically family!!” And then this is where it would deviate more from cannon cause till this point it’s pretty on point

Thoughts?

[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

Modern Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Part 3

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Summary: the deal is struck between you and Aemond

Warnings: none, really

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I’ve been really busy with work, and this part was kinda hard to write. That’s also why this is shorter

Word Count: 1.6k

“And he didn’t tell you what he wanted?” Aly looks over at you while adding a slice of turkey to the sandwich she’s making? You shake your head. It had been a few days since everything went down, yet you were still trying to wrap your head around it all. The fact that Aemond would consider helping you at all—foreboding debt aside—just didn’t make sense to you.

“Why does he have to be so cryptic and spooky,” Aly asks, adding a generous amount of mayo to the sandwich.

“Beats me,” you reply. A shout startles you both out of your conversation. You and Aly turn your heads to the living room area. Benji Blackwood and his two friends Kermit and Oscar Tully��“the muppets” as Aly likes to call them—are sprawled across Aly’s couch, cursing at a video game they’re thoroughly engrossed in.

“Oi! You tryin’ to wake your dad up?” Aly calls to them. Currently, Aly’s brother Sam was down the hall, trying to sleep off a migraine. The boys cringe slightly.

“Sorry,” one of the Tully boys stage whispers back to Aly. She sighs. “Anyways, lunch is ready.” In a flash, the boys were on their feet, making their way to the kitchen. Aly pushes the sandwich with the mayo mountain towards Benji.

“Would you like some sandwich with your mayo?” She teases. Benji scowls back, but his expression quickly morphs into a grin. The boys make their way back to the couch. Aly turns to you.

“Listen, if he tries to pull anything with you, just say the word and I’ll kick his ass. Then I’ll call Cregan and he’ll also kick his ass.” You laugh in response. “What’s his deal with them anyways? Are they friends?”

“Acquaintances is more like it. They get along well enough, but Creg’s friendship with Jace sorta puts him on thin ice.”

“…Yeah, I still don’t get it.”

“Look, rich people friendships are weird, okay?” Aly explains. “Sometimes it’s better if you don’t ask questions and just go with it. I find the truth usually comes out on its own time.” She starts resealing containers and putting them in the fridge. You follow suit, deciding to take her advice. You two clean in silence for a couple minutes, until your phone buzzes. You look at the name on the screen, suddenly feeling very nervous.

You show the conversation to Aly. Her eyebrows raise, and she notes the tense expression on your face. “You know you don’t have to do this right? I’m sure I could find some time to give you lessons.”

You think about it for a moment. Aly would certainly be a nicer teacher than Aemond. But her Raven is much different than your Meraxes. Plus, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking for an excuse to learn more about the enigmatic, handsome Targaryen.

“I don’t want to cut into your time with your family. I know how important it is to you,” you tell her. “Besides, we’re all adults. I can handle a little tough love.”

“Alright then. Lemme know if you change your mind,” Aly relents, leaving the kitchen. You turn back to your phone to text Aemond.

Saturday morning comes far too soon, and you find yourself heading back to Aemond and Aegon’s shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s truck. One of the doors is rolle up, and you can see Aemond working on a bike. He lifts his head when he hears the engine.

“Well,” you breathe, “here goes nothing.”

“Remember, I’m only a text away,” Aly reassures you. You grin then exit out the passenger side door. Before you turn away, you see Aly glare at Aemond, pointing at her eyes then at him before making a u-turn and driving off. You take a deep breath, then walk over to Aemond. By now, he’s standing and wiping his hands with a cloth. He’s wearing the same outfit as when you two first met, only this time the coveralls are unzipped with the sleeves tied around his waist. The white singlet he’s wearing does nothing to hide the definition of his chest or arms. A few streaks of grime decorate his body, along with a few tattoos. He’s not overtly bulky, but he’s definitely in shape. His biceps flex slightly as he cleans his hands; you try not to bite your lip.

You both stand in awkward silence, waiting for someone to break it. You decide to bite the bullet yourself.

“Where’s Aegon,” you ask, peering into the garage, but there’s no sign of Aemond’s brother.

“He doesn’t typically come in on weekends,” Aemond answers. “Prefers to sleep in.”

“Oh.” You’d hoped he’d be here; his easygoing nature could’ve served as a good mediator.

“So I take it you’re interested?” It takes a moment for you to realize he meant the training.

“Oh I’m yeah. But I want to know what exactly you’re hoping to get out of this,” you reply quickly. Get your shit together you mentally chastise yourself. He’s not worth it.

“Hmm, yes. I’ve been going back and forth on what I want from you,” he starts, setting the rag on a nearby workbench. He turns his back on you.

“And you’ve decided on…” you prompt. He drums his fingers on the table, silent. Then…

“The Conqueror’s Gala. I need someone to go with me,” he states. That’s it? He needs a date to some fancy event? You thought you’d have to do something like clean his house or shine his bike for a month. Not this.

“If you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend, Targaryen-“

“No. Gods no. Nothing like that.” Aemond hastily replies. “My mother is always on my as about bringing a date. Normally, I’d just go with Helaena, but this year she’s decided to side with mum. They want me to prove that I’m capable of spending time with people I’m not directly related to.” His mouth presses into a thin line, and he averts his gaze. He starts drumming his fingers again. It looks like that’s something he does when he’s agitated. You let the silence simmer, silently enjoying the way his jaw clenched.

“Hmmm. I suppose I could spare one evening to get all dressed up and rub elbows with the Westerosi elite,” you sigh in pretend annoyance. He gives you a disgruntled look. “Trust me. It’s not the fun time you think,” he says sharply. Of course a cryptic like him wouldn’t enjoy social events. You try not to laugh at the thought.

“Well, fun or not, I’ll take it,” you tell him. His shoulders relax a little.

“Good,” he says stiffly. “Shall we?” he gestures his hand towards the bike. You realize it’s his own, the bronze coloring of the Vaghar catching the late morning light. You make your way over and take your seat. The bike has the same controls as your Meraxes, but his has extra side mirrors affixed.

Aemond leans over you, one hand on the handlebar and the other on the seat behind you. It takes all your willpower not to gawk at his arm.

“Alright,” Aemond says softly. “Now I want you to start the engine.”

You turn and look at him, incredulous. “You think I don’t know how to start a bike?”

Aemond levels a flare at you. “I’m just being thorough.” You scoff and roll your eyes, but you do as he says.

“Good,” he muses. He’s inches from your ear. The soft timbre of his voice sends a shudder through you. “Now what?” You choke out. You hate the effect he has on you.

“I want you to shift to first gear,” he instructs. All you can do is obey blindly.

“Good. Good,” he praises. He has you go through all the gears and how to break, giving a little praise each time you do something correct. It’s all painfully easy, and you should be insulted he’s making you prove such basic knowledge. Instead, you silently relish the rush of warmth you get with each praise. Hell, you’re almost tempted to get something wrong on purpose just to see how he’ll react? Would he gently explain the correction, or would he go back to being rude and insult you?

“Well then,” Aemond says, pushing off his bike. You mourn the loss of his warmth on your shoulder. “It seems you really do know the basics.” He drawls the last part. Oh yeah, that’s what it’s like when he insults you. You get off the bike, and he starts to wheel it into the garage. “But the Dragon Rally isn’t for the feint of heart. You’ll need to be able to ride long distances in potentially rough weather. You need to be adaptable, ready to make a decision at a moment’s notice. And that’s not even including the Rally itself.”

“What happens at the Rally?” you ask.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Aemond replies, turning his back on you. You scoff. “Yes. I would. That’s why I asked”

He smirks. “All you need to know is that you need to build up your endurance. I’d like to take you on a ride through the Kingswood when you’re next available. Once you’re comfortable, we’ll take more challenging treks. Sound good?”

You nod your head. At least you won’t have to have weird conversations with him when riding.

“Good. Check your schedule, and give me your next available date,” he says before pulling the garage door closed in your face.

You stand there in stunned silence. What the fuck is up with this guy?

You text Aly, and a few minutes later her truck pulls up to the sidewalk.

“Well that was quick,” she observes as you put on your seatbelt.

“You’re telling me,” you reply, looking back at the garage as Aly pulls away.

You were confused. You were intrigued. Something told you this was only the tip of the iceberg that was Aemond Targaryen.

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Dad Joe !!

Monsters under the bed -Joe Burrow

Summary: It’s 3 am and oliver nor mason can sleep. it’s Dad to the rescue.

Notes: i live for dad football players. I LIVE FOR DAD FOOTBALL PLAYERS. im writing dad josh next

Y/n had been woken up every night for 4 months to feed bailey. she’s been tired, and angry. Joe had tried his best to wake up and help bailey, but with football y/n thought it would be best he got rest. Joe protested and protested against it, but y/n didn’t have a job, her job was waking up for bailey.

so the one night that bailey never woke up, Joe had planned to make sure y/n got as much sleep as she could. as Joe lay awake, it being the night before his day off and all, as he heard the potter pattering of feet towards the bedroom.

the creaking of the bedroom door sat Joe up, oliver emerged from the darkness. “Daddy?” Mason followed behind him. “mase? ollie? what’s up boys?” he whispered, picking oliver up to lean into his chest while mason climbed to lay next to oliver.

“There’s a monster” mason whispered, burying his face into his dads shoulder. “why do you think there’s a monster under the bed mase?” joe asked, one hand holding onto mason, patting his hand, and the other arm cupping oliver’s curled body.

“because daddy, i just said so” joe laughed. “tell me what’s goin on mase” mason looked over to his mom, she was so tired she was absolutely passed out. “i wanna be up for bailey” he whispered. “but i heard a big grumble noises and oliver got scared” oliver shook his head in his dads lap. “mason wanted you daddy” he said, half asleep.

y/n turned, “get bailey” she mumbled, sitting up. joe flinched, i’m fear of her not getting her rest, but almost immediately she fell back over and began to snore. joe flipped his legs over the edge of the bed, and scooped up both his kids. mason was draped over joes shoulder and oliver was curled into his arms like an infant. “goin on a trip?” olly asked, still so sleep deprived.

joe sat on the couch, flipping his legs on the end of the couch and set both his sons on his chest. “mason, why arnt you sleeping?” joe asks again, making sure his son was okay. “i miss you daddy” mason says, holding onto his dad really tight. “what do you mean mase?” joe said, petting his sons hair. mason yawned. “mommy has been so busy with bailey, and you are getting ready for the season and i just missed you both” joe smiled sadly, kissing masons head

“i’m sorry bud, these first few months with bails are gonna be difficult, for mommy, for me, and for you boys but i promise we both still love you boys till the end of time no matter how much attention we give to bails” joes promise to his son will be held dear to that boys heart for the rest of his life.

“I love you daddy” mason said “love daddy you too seven” oliver mumbled, wiping his nose back and forth on his dad. joe chuckled, patting the boys back lightly. “daddy how did you and mommy meet?” mason asked, looking up at his dad. “still not tired bud?” mason shook his head, yawning. “your mommy and i met in high school sorta” he explained with a smile. “sorta?”

��she was the manager for her high school team, she was talking to my coach and i met her and got her number” mason yawned again, his eyes barely able to stay open

“mommy says,” another yawn. “mommy says she thought you were weird” joe laughed.

“your mommy is a liar” mason giggled, pulling the blanket over his shoulder. “tired yet mase?” oliver was snoring as he draped over his dad. “no…” he yawned again, his eyes closing “no..” he said again, slowly drifting off to sleep. joe following in suit not long after

the next morning, y/n woke up to the babbling of a baby on the monitor, but she wasn’t even tired in the slightest. she felt rested and rejuvenated. when her boyfriend wasn’t in the bed with her, she got a bit confused.

y/n picked up her daughter, babbling back to her happy little angle. “someone’s happy this morning” y/n smiled, bouncing her daughter in her arms “my sweet angel” she whispered under her breath, walking into the living room. she stopped in her tracks when she saw her boyfriend and her two sons cuddled together on the couch

she quickly took a picture, and sat her daughter down in her high chair.

she smiled at the happiness having a family has caused her. she walked towards her boys as her daughter babbled from the kitchen

“good morning boys” she said, kissing reach of her three on the head. joe opened his eyes and smiled

“whatcha doin joey?”

“there was a monster under the bed”

[crepes-suzette-373]

This is kind of just idle thinking so I don't want to write up my usual big theory posts...

Combining my two alternate theories about the Germa mods (lineage factor spliced from Devil Fruit users or special races). It could be that that Ichiji, Reiju, and Sanji were modded with Devil Fruit user lineage factors, and Niji and Yonji had theirs done with splicing special race lineage factors.

Suppose Sora was only aware of the devil fruit ones, and maybe she tried to counter it by using sea stone in her medicine. If so, that might explain why it works on Sanji, and possibly explains why Ichiji is also seemingly displaying weird behaviour and his eyebrow might actually have been flipping too (exhibit 1, exhibit 2, exhibit 3). Sora's medicine possibly might have also worked on him just a little.

But it doesn't work on the mods that were spliced from other races, so Niji and Yonji are unaffected.

Though, since Vegapunk said that Kuma was able to override the "kill switch" in him because of some unique characteristic of the Buccaneers... If Yonji's mods had been from the Buccaneer tribe, that might be why he seems weirdly more like a normal person compared to Niji. Whatever was that special Buccaneer trait might have somehow reversed a little bit of the emotion mods.

In the manga, it was sorta shown that people used to think Bucccaneers were only good for their strength. In the SBS, sensei said that the body mods are matched to the suit power. The Winch Green suit is just mech and robotics based, so it would make sense if Yonji's mods is just the superstrength and he has no other weird elemental power stuff.

If this is correct, then Niji is the most screwed up one because there's nothing cancelling out the mods. And if I'm right about his mods being from minks, and he does go Sulong, it'll be a disaster (only Sanji can match his speed to catch him and forcibly cover his eyes, I guess???).

I know this goes the completely opposite direction to one of my previous theories where I said maybe the exoskeleton itself is made of sea stones, and oooooh it makes me feel so polarised. With so little info right now it could go either way, though.

[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 (Fujin x Reader)

Official Masterlist - Part 2

Summary: As confusion and desire intertwine, you embark on a journey to discover that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize, and the true source of warmth and affection may have been by our side all along.

Word Count: 5.5k

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Based off the song 'Stupid for you' by Waterparks. Enjoy! :)

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Hey, tell me what you want me to say,

You know I'm stupid for you.

You swore on your mother's life that you'd do anything for him.

Hey, can you come and come out and play,

You know I'm stupid for you.

But why would your love and devotion be of any use to him?

A wind god? Returning feelings for his reckless human friend?

He was way out of your league and that fact had been taunting you since the second you realised you had the biggest crush on him.

You're a symphony, I'm just a sour note.

Not to mention his ridiculously over protective brother, who, of course, was another god. If he found out that you had a crush on Fujin, then he'd do anything in his power to prevent the two of you forming a romantic relationship. Oh, and god forbid - no pun intended - if you and Fujin on the off chance did become an item. That was a death wish, the man would smite you.

But, a girl could dream.

So there you sat, on a pretty, grassy, cute little hill just outside the Shaolin temples, where you'd grown up and trained. At first, you were hiding from your good friends Liu Kang and Kung Lao after pulling a horrifying prank that involved water, flour and feathers. But when they never found you, you found yourself still out on the hill as the sun was setting. You hated being alone because that meant you had to think - be in your own head.

Now, Raiden didn't particularly like you for your reputation of not always thinking things through, and when you were intentionally doing something, it was usually a prank. You were an idiot, you knew that. That also meant that you'd never make any breathless impression on your dear Fujin, and that would eat you up inside til the end of time.

"You're not usually out here on your own."

You were startled at the sound of a voice, whipping your head around to see who spoke. You didn't have to turn around to know it was Fujin, but of course out of instinct you did anyways.

God, you'd never get tired of looking at him. He was such a beautiful man, with his pretty, long snowy white hair and his pretty, glowing eyes matching his pretty body. You always had to physically stop yourself from gasping or sighing whenever you saw him.

"Y-yeah, I..." you fumbled over your words, scratching the back of your head sheepishly, "...just needed to catch some air and a second to think." "So, you're okay?" he asked, approaching you before crouching down beside you on the grass. "Course I am..." you sighed, looking down, "...sorta." "What's on your mind, feather?"

That name he called you, of all things, would be the blissful death of you.

“I don’t know…” you sighed, letting your shoulders sag as you laced your fingers into the grass, “…it’s just, I hate being alone, because when I'm alone it makes me think, and when I think, there’s usually only one thing I think of.”

“and that would be?” Fujin further pried, your face flushing red as you looked away from him.

“a someone. a someone who makes me feel all weird and fuzzy inside, a someone who can make me smile even on the worst of my days,” you explained, feeling your heart beat harshly against your own ribcage, “someone who I want more than anything.”

“What’s stopping you from obtaining them, (Y/n)?” he asked, tilting his head at you curiously.

“Well, that’s my dilemma,” you huffed hopelessly, still too afraid to look him in the eyes, “he’s not someone I can obtain. He’s way out of my league - probably doesn’t even experience emotions like I do. But that’s okay, this silly little school-girl crush of mine will fade away one day. But for now, it’ll eat me up inside til it does go away.”

“Have you ever even asked this someone if he reciprocated these feelings?”

You felt your insides turn when Fujin brushed against your side, properly sitting on the grass next to you but also much closer to you than he was before. Your face was radiating a harsh heat, and you were certain you were bright red. To avoid allowing him to see this, you simply cleared your throat and continued to look away from him.

“I’m certain he would never feel the same, it’s impossible,” you assured him, looking out into the distance as to allow the cold breeze to cool your face.

“But how do you know that?”

You felt him lean in closer, pressing the side of his body to yours, and his hand behind you as he leaned back. You felt as though you were about to go into cardiac arrest with how fast your little heart was beating.

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you struggled to find the words to respond.

"I... I've never had the courage to ask. Besides, it's not like he would be interested in someone like me. I'm just an ordinary mortal, and he's a...a literal god."

Fujin's presence beside you felt both comforting and electrifying. You could sense his genuine concern as he spoke softly, his breath tickling your ear.

"You underestimate yourself, (Y/n). Love doesn't discriminate based on mortal or godly status. It's a force that transcends such boundaries."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you turned to face him, finally meeting his intense gaze. His eyes held a mixture of sincerity and longing, and it took your breath away.

"But what if I get rejected? What if I ruin our friendship? I don't want to lose him."

Fujin's hand reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

"I understand your fears, but sometimes, taking a chance is worth the risk. Regret is a heavier burden to carry than the fear of rejection. And true friendship can weather any storm."

His touch sent a surge of warmth through you, and you couldn't deny the growing desire within your heart.

"Fujin, what are you trying to say?"

He smiled softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm saying that sometimes, the person we seek is closer than we realize. And sometimes, the one who has been there all along is the one who can make you feel those fuzzy, warm emotions you long for."

Confusion and bewilderment warred within you as you tried to process his words. You had never been so close to Fujin, so close that you could literally feel his body pressed against yours, though you didn't dare turn your head to look at him, for you were afraid that if you tried, you'd explode from nerve.

"There she is!!"

Before you could say anything more, this tender moment was interrupted by the likes of your two friends who had been searching for you for quite a while. Panic set in as you remembered what you did, and you got up to try and run away from them. However, they were quick to catch up to you, Lao quick to grab onto you and throw you over his shoulder.

"You thought we'd forgotten about you?" Liu teased, yourself scoffing as you shook your head. "Sure took you guys a while," she taunted, trying to wriggle free from her friend's grip, "have fun getting all those feathers off?" "Oh, we're gonna have some fun alright," Lao snickered, effortlessly holding you still enough with only one of his arms, "how does a nice, long soak in the nearby lake sound? Feathered and all?"

Your face paled in realization, and you looked toward Fujin as they began taking you away.

"Come on guys, you know I was only joking, right?" you tried reasoning with them, though they weren't taking any of it. "Fujin! Save me!" you begged him, though your pleading was in vain as he simply laughed at your misfortune.

"This sounds like a battle I shouldn't interfere with," Fujin chuckled, throwing you a playful salute, "good luck, my feather."

He winked at you, and that little action shot straight through you like one of cupid's stupid little love arrows.

Oh dear...you really were...what was the word? Oh,

down tremendously bad.

Once you reached the lake, you resigned yourself to the fate that awaited you, accepting the inevitable dunking and subsequent laughter that would follow.

As they prepared to toss you into the water, you closed your eyes and braced yourself, trying to push away the lingering thoughts of Fujin.

At least the dunking took your mind off of it all...

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Watching with affection, Fujin stayed sat on that little hill as you were carried away from him by your two vengeful friends who were ready to exact that sweet revenge on you. Consequences are a good thing, and an entertaining thing as well. Perhaps next time you wouldn't get so flustered in his presence.

Though, Fujin couldn't deny the way your presence made his own being feel, like he could hardly control himself. His heart was still beating hard in his chest from how close he had managed to get himself to you. Your touch was like no other, and your status of mere mortal meant nothing to him.

He wanted you, but naturally, someone was in the way.

"Brother."

Fujin didn't even turn around when he heard the voice of his brother call his name. Even though he said nothing, Raiden knew he had acknowledged his presence.

"A word?" Raiden requested, stern as ever as Fujin simply gave a single nod and waited for him to continue.

"You should know better than this, Fujin," Raiden warned him. "Better than what?" Fujin asked in response, playing dumb though he already knew what he was getting at. "Falling in love with a mortal," Raiden clarified, the anger in his voice raising ever so slightly, "What did I tell you about getting attached to humans?? Especially her of any." "I know what you've told me, brother," Fujin replied, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability, "but love cannot be controlled or dictated by our divine status. It chooses its own path, and it has chosen her." "You have become weak, Fujin. For letting something as insignificant as a human girl interfere with your duties," Raiden scoffed.

Fujin's gaze hardened as he faced his brother, his voice laced with determination.

"Love may be unpredictable, Raiden, but it is not a weakness. It brings strength and purpose to our existence. She is not just any mortal girl; she is extraordinary in her own way. And I refuse to stand idle while you belittle her significance."

"You are treading on dangerous ground, brother. Mortals are fleeting, and their emotions can cloud judgment."

Standing suddenly, Fujin refused to face his brother any longer.

"I have made my decision," he stated firmly, his voice carrying a sense of resolve. "I will not let fear dictate my actions or dampen the potential for happiness that she brings into my life. If you cannot understand that, then perhaps you have forgotten the value of compassion and connection."

He didn't bother listen for a response, or even look back to see if his words had meant anything to his brother. Instead, Fujin went elsewhere, anywhere to be away from the daunting aura that was his overprotective brother.

Fujin found solace in the tranquillity of the Shaolin temples, seeking refuge in the familiar surroundings. As he walked through the hallowed halls, memories of his past flooded his mind. He had always been dutiful, dedicated to upholding the balance and protecting Earthrealm. But now, his heart was torn between his responsibilities and his growing affection for you.

As he contemplated his next move, a soft voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Lost in contemplation, Fujin?"

He turned to see Master Bo' Rai Cho, one of the wise elders of the Shaolin Order. Rai Cho had always been a source of guidance and wisdom for Fujin, he knew much about human matters, like feelings and desires, and he knew he could confide in him.

"Master Rai Cho," Fujin greeted respectfully, "I find myself facing a dilemma. My duty as a god and my feelings for someone."

Rai Cho's eyes twinkled with understanding as he motioned for Fujin to join him in the temple's courtyard. They sat beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree, the delicate petals falling around them like whispers of the wind.

"Love is a complex path, my young friend," Rai Cho began, his voice carrying the weight of his years of wisdom though it was ironic considering Fujin had been around much longer than he had. "It often leads us to unexpected places, challenging our perceptions and teaching us valuable lessons."

Fujin listened intently, his gaze fixed on the falling petals.

"You have been blessed with a divine nature, Fujin, but that doesn't mean you are immune to the joys and sorrows of mortal emotions," Rai Cho continued. "Love knows no boundaries, and sometimes it defies logic and expectations. It's a force that can move mountains and transform lives."

Fujin sighed, a mixture of frustration and longing in his voice.

"But what if my feelings jeopardize my role as a protector? What if my attachment to her compromises the safety of Earthrealm?"

Rai Cho smiled warmly, placing a reassuring hand on Fujin's shoulder.

"Balance is not found by denying our emotions, but by embracing them and channelling them in harmony with our purpose. Love can strengthen your resolve, reminding you of the importance of safeguarding not just realms, but also the hearts of those you care about."

Fujin pondered Rai Cho's words, the weight of his responsibilities gradually finding equilibrium with his desire for love and connection.

"I understand, Master Rai Cho," Fujin replied, determination lacing his voice. "I will find a way to balance my duty and my feelings, for her and for Earthrealm."

Rai Cho nodded approvingly, his aged smile endearing.

"Remember, Fujin, the path you choose may not be easy, but true love is worth the trials it brings. Trust in your own strength and the bond you share with her."

With newfound resolve, Fujin rose from beneath the cherry blossom tree. His heart felt lighter, and a sense of purpose infused his every step.

"Thank you, Master Rai Cho. Your guidance has cleared my path."

-

This was certainly not the first time you laid wide awake in your room, on your cosy little bed. You were someone who found it very difficult to sleep, but once you did get to sleep, you were out for a long while.

The events of the day replayed in your mind like a broken record, and you couldn't help but wonder what on earth it was all about. What on earth Fujin was about. The feeling of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, and the way his words lingered in the air had left an indelible mark on your heart.

You were confused, and because of that, obviously unable to sleep.

The moonlight spilled through your window, casting a gentle glow on your restless form. Thoughts swirled in your mind like a tempestuous storm, and you found yourself yearning for clarity.

In the midst of your contemplation, a soft breeze brushed against your skin, carrying a delicate fragrance that stirred a sense of familiarity. You turned your gaze towards the open window, and there, sitting on the outer part of your window sill, was Fujin.

You were visibly a little startled and surprised by his sudden presence, especially considering you had only been thinking of him moments ago. But naturally, his presence would never be unwelcome to you.

He seemed ethereal, his features illuminated by the moon's gentle rays. His eyes, so full of warmth and understanding, met yours, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of comfort wash over you. With a silent invitation, he entered your room and closed the window behind him.

"Fujin, what are you doing here?" you whispered, a mix of surprise and anticipation lacing your voice.

He approached your bed and took a seat beside you, his presence radiating a sense of calm. His voice was soft as he spoke, carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"I can sense when you are stirring, feather," he admitted, looking down at you, "I came to see what was wrong." "I stir all the time, Fujin," you sighed, smiling at him as you shuffled in your bed, "nothing's wrong." "You're a terrible liar, (Y/n)," Fujin chuckled, causing your face to flush red as you avoided eye contact, "mind if I lay down beside you?"

You were surprised by his request, and almost too flustered to say anything in response. Though, how silly would you be to pass up such an opportunity to be close to him once again?

"B-be my guest..." you stammered, shuffling over and making room for him.

His smile was gentle as he laid his back down against your bed, his presence radiating a sense of serenity. You couldn't help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you as you settled closer to him, your sides pressed together in comfortable familiarity.

As you both lay there in the moonlit room, a comfortable silence enveloped you. The weight of the world seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of you, sharing a moment of quiet intimacy.

"Fujin," you finally broke the silence, your voice barely a whisper, "I can't stop thinking about you."

Fujin turned his head to meet your gaze, his eyes shimmering with tenderness and longing. The vulnerability in his expression mirrored your own, and you could sense the depth of his emotions.

He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"I can't stop thinking about you either, (Y/n)," he admitted, his voice filled with a mix of yearning and sincerity.

His admission filled the air with an electric tension, drawing you closer to him both physically and emotionally. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as your focus narrowed on the intensity of your connection.

"...Fujin!"

The distant shout of the wind god's name tore the two of you out of your intimate trance. You both recognised that voice, it was his brother, and he obviously needed his assistance.

With a sigh, Fujin got up from off of your bed, and you sat up as you watched him brush himself off.

"I'm sorry, feather, this shouldn't take too long," he apologised, yourself shaking your head. "I understand, it's alright," you assured him, your smile sweet.

With that, he bid you a hasty farewell and made his way toward where he was called to, somewhere you could only guess as you laid back down with an exasperated sigh.

His promise that it wouldn't take long would be false, as he wouldn't return for the rest of the night.

This was ridiculous, it was as if the universe itself conspired to keep you on the edge, never allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the depth of your feelings for him.

You were so confused, aching with longing.

You needed guidance, someone to confide in who could offer an outside perspective. With a determined resolve, you made up your mind to seek counsel from an unlikely source - Liu Kang and Kung Lao.

Despite the fact that they were mischievous troublemakers themselves, they had a bond with you that ran deep. They were your closest friends, and their opinions mattered to you. Perhaps they could provide some much-needed clarity or at least lend a sympathetic ear.

The next morning, you found yourself sitting in the courtyard of the Shaolin temples, waiting for Liu and Lao to arrive. The sun was shining brightly, and the peaceful ambiance of the temple grounds brought a sense of calmness to your anxious mind. The cherry blossom trees swayed gently in the breeze, their petals falling like soft whispers of encouragement.

Before long, the two boys appeared, their faces lit up with mischievous grins as they spotted you.

"There she is! The feathered prankster herself!" Lao exclaimed, his voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

The two boys sat either side of you, and you greeted them with a meek smile.

Taking a deep breath, you stared at the ground for a moment, gathering your thoughts.

"I... I need to talk to you guys about something," you finally said, your voice filled with vulnerability.

The mischievous grins on their faces faded, replaced by concern and genuine curiosity.

"Of course, (Y/n). You know we're here for you," Liu reassured, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Before I tell either of you anything, you gotta promise not to laugh at me," you told them, pointing a finger between them, "I already know how ridiculous this situation is, I don't need any reminders." "You have our word," Liu assured you, giving Lao a warning eye as he was known to be quite a smart-ass.

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before opening up about your feelings for Fujin, the turmoil they caused within you, and your fears of rejection and losing your friendship. You spoke from the heart, baring your soul to your friends, hoping that they would understand.

As you finished sharing your innermost thoughts and feelings, a heavy silence hung in the air. The boys exchanged glances, their expressions shifting from surprise to contemplation.

Lao spoke up first, his voice laced with empathy.

"You've really got it bad, don't you?"

You nodded, unable to hide the truth any longer.

"Bad is an understatement," you sighed, rubbing your forehead in frustration. "I'm just so...confused. I mean, I can't even tell if he likes me or if he's just being really extra nice." "Oh, come on!" Kung Lao exasperated, "isn't it obvious?? Even we saw the way he was cosied up to you yesterday! Even if he's way out of your league."

You slapped Lao on the shoulder at his teasing, an annoyed yet somewhat amused grimace on your face which could also reflect a knowing smile.

"What happened to 'no one's good enough for you (Y/n). We'll protect you from all the yucky boys (Y/n)'," you asked him, referring to how he and Liu used to treat you when you were all kids. "Well, what am I supposed to say when a literal god is your love interest? 'No, (Y/n), I forbid you from dating an all mighty wind god! The literal deity isn't good enough for you! Now go to your room and think about what you've done'."

You all laughed at Kung Lao's little bit, revelling in the atmosphere which was lightened by his humour. Though, ever the more thought friend, Liu chimed in with a more benevolent perspective.

"I understand your concerns, (Y/n), but I've seen the way Fujin looks at you. There's a depth of emotion in his eyes that is hard to ignore," Liu Kang said, his voice filled with sincerity.

"He's right," Lao added, his mischievous grin replaced by a genuine smile. "Fujin may be a god, but that doesn't mean he's immune to love. And if anyone can capture his heart, it's you, even if you're a hand full." "Oh, I'll show you a hand full, Kung Poa," you provoked him in a playful way, pushing him over where he sat.

Lao was quick to retaliate as he got up and engaged in some light hearted roughhousing with you. While you were skilled in kombat, Lao was definitely stronger than you, and such a slow paced and unsophisticated form of kombat had you in a chokehold in mere minutes. Liu much preferred watching the two of you engaged in these childish activities, so he simply sat and watched with a sweet smile, though shaking his head.

"I rest my case," Lao grinned, ruffling your hair as you struggled to remove yourself from his armpit. "I'm not finished with you yet," you groaned, biting his arm like a rabid chihuahua.

He yelped at the feeling and let go of you, rubbing his arm.

"Hey, you little turd! That's dirty!" he exclaimed, yourself shrugging with a mischievous smirk on your face. "I didn't know we were playing by rules," you said, playing dumb. "You're gonna regret that," he declared, running at you and tackling you to the ground.

The two of you toppled over, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, Lao had his hands at your sides and was tickling you like there was no tomorrow.

You shrieked, squirming and trying to escape his grip though ultimately he had found your weak spot. You were screaming and laughing, and screaming and laughing, trying to pry his arms away from you.

"Ah!!! Ah...mercy! Mercyyyyyy!!!" you begged, your face bright red from how hard you were laughing. "Not for you!" he snickered, tickling you harder at this to which you only screamed more.

He tickled you until there were tears falling down your face. Kung Lao backed off to take you in, watching as your body twitched from the assault, and as you tried to regain your breath.

"From all this screaming, I thought someone was being mercilessly killed."

The three of you turned your heads toward the familiar voice who spoke, finding Fujin standing a few feet away from you and Lao. You had no idea how long he had been standing there, and you hoped to god he hadn't witnessed you go into sensory overload with all that tickling funny business just before.

Kung Lao held a hand out for you, and you took it, the boy pulling you up onto your feet as he habitually brushed you off a little like a parent ensuring that their child was presentable.

"Lord Fujin," Liu greeted the wind god, his words formal though his demeanour was casual, "how are you?" "I am well, Liu Kang," Fujin nodded, looking between all of you, "I assume you all are as well from the laughter." "Always," Liu smiled.

Lao nudged you,

"Go on, talk to him!" he whisper yelled, obviously trying to conceal your conversation though everyone around could easily hear. "Lao! Quit it!" you whisper yelled back, back handing his arm in a scolding way. "C'mon, he's right here, talk to him about it!"

"Oh? Talk to me about what?"

You and Lao paused your little squabble to look at Fujin again, his white brow cocked in amusement. The way he was looking at you caught you off guard, and your face flushed bright red.

"Oh, uh...it's nothing...nothing important," you spluttered, laughing nervously as you scratched the back of your neck in a sheepish way. "Nothing important my ass," Lao muttered.

You went to hit your friend again, but Fujin spoke up.

"Oh, come now, my feather," he said to you, tilting his head ever so slightly, "why don't you come walk with me? I have something I'd like to talk to you about as well."

By this point, you were all boiling and flustered, from the heat which emanated off your pretty little - though very bright red - face. You didn't say anything, you only nodded and joined him.

As you walked away, you looked back at your two friends. Liu gave you a thumbs up, while Kung Lao made a motion with his hands which simulated two people kissing. You were done with his antics, so you simply stuck your tongue out at him and continued on.

The gardens of the Shaolin temples were always a sight for sore eyes around this time of the year, as the flame trees and the cherry blossoms bloomed in unison and created a beautifully juxtaposed clash in colour as their petals fell around the two of you.

The atmosphere was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the faint scent of flowers and a sense of anticipation.

As you walked side by side, you stole glances at Fujin, unsure of what to expect from this conversation. The nervousness inside you was almost palpable, but you were determined to address just what on earth was going on between the two of you.

"Fujin, I... I wanted to talk to you about something that's been on my mind," you began, your voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

He turned to you, his glowing eyes locking with yours. There was a softness in his gaze that put you somewhat at ease.

"I just...I want to address what...w-what..."

You stammered, lost for words as you tried to search for something, anything to say, thankful for Fujin's patient nature. You realised that there was no easy way to say any of this to him, and you figured you may as well rip the band aid off.

You stopped in front of him abruptly, shaking a little though your eyes screamed determination.

"Fujin, what am I to you?"

Fujin paused for a moment, his eyes studying your face intently. His expression softened, and he stepped closer to you, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear as he twirled one around his finger. You took a moment to enjoy the closeness, revelling in his all and everything, your eyes fixated on his.

You felt him drawing nearer to you, his face only mere inches away, so close that you could feel his warm breath on your face. You were frozen, stuck in place with shock, unable to react as you remained focused on his keen eyes.

"To me, my feather," he whispered, his eyes looking between your own and your lips, "you are everything. You are the soft whisper of the wind that brings calmness to my chaotic existence. You are the warmth of the sun that brightens my days. You are the strength and resilience that inspires me to fight for what is right..."

His fingers found your jawline, tracing it delicately as he brought his fingers down to your chin and drew your face upward a little. He gently brushed his thumb over your lips.

"...and most importantly, you are the beating of my eternal heart."

His eyes flickered between your own and your lips, as though he were asking permission to take a step further.

You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, matching the rhythm of his words. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and your mind raced with a mixture of anticipation, fear, and desire.

Without uttering a single word, you leaned in, closing the remaining distance between you. The world around you seemed to fade away as your lips met in a gentle and tender kiss. It was a moment of pure connection, a fusion of emotions and longing that had been building between you for so long.

You felt his hands caress either side of your waste, and your own found themselves reaching for his body as well, one grabbing his tattooed bicep and the other laced itself in his soft hair.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. Every touch, every sensation sent electric currents through your body, igniting a fire within you. It was as if the universe itself had aligned to bring the two of you together, erasing any doubts or uncertainties that once plagued your mind.

Lost in the moment, you allowed yourself to surrender to the passion that consumed you. Your lips moved in perfect harmony, expressing a language of desire and affection that words could never capture. Each kiss spoke volumes, conveying the depth of your emotions and the unspoken promises of a love yet to fully bloom.

Fujin held you close, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he never wanted to let you go. The warmth of his embrace enveloped you, providing a sense of security and belonging that you had yearned for. In his arms, you felt cherished and protected, a feeling that washed away any remaining doubts and fears.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless and with hearts racing, you gazed into each other's eyes. You didn't say anything - you couldn't say anything. Fujin chuckled, breathily and quietly.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," Fujin admitted, light hearted and giggly though his voice filled with sincerity and vulnerability.

You laughed quietly in disbelief.

"I'm dreaming...I must be," you chuckled, your brows furrowed in confusion.

Fujin shook his head, a soft smile playing on his lips as he reached out to cup your cheek.

"I can pinch you if you'd like," he teased, "though I assure you, this is very real." "I don't know about a pinch, but..." you began, eyeing him mischievously, "...maybe another kiss might convince me?"

Fujin's eyes sparkled with amusement, and he leaned in once again, capturing your lips in a sweet and lingering kiss.

As your lips danced together, you felt a sense of completeness wash over you. The doubts and uncertainties that once clouded your mind seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound confidence and clarity. In this moment, you realized that you had taken the first step towards a beautiful journey with Fujin, a journey filled with love, growth, and shared experiences.

Hopefully his brother wouldn't be too much of an issue...

-

I'm kinda tempted to write a part 2?? but idk, we'll see if y'all agree w me.

[ohbo-ohno]

ngl every time i think about the resder being made to play 'puppy kitty' with soap for the first time i imagine johnny excitedly trying to explain that he's the pup, right? and you're the kitten, and all you gotta do is play your role, lass. just be a kitten, yeah? purr and meow and rub against his legs and such. and the reader goes 'oh, like this?' and knocks a water glass off of the counter while maintaining eye contact with johnny the entire time.

ahahahahaha i am NORMAL (!) about this. my heartbeat is at a normal speed. not thinking any weird thoughts pinky promise

gets soooo excited at the prospect of having a kitty to play with :( just beaming and squirming a little in his place by simon's knees, staring up where you're curled in simon's lap. "c'mon, lass, it'll be fun. just purr for me, huh? maybe play a little? pleaseee, promise i'll make it good." and you're just like. what. no. why would i do that????

but johnny is nooot letting it go. calls every little moan you make a purr (purr for me n shit like that) and is always like... batting at you. shoving you around a little playing rough like all the time. says you look like a cozy little kitten when you curl up on the couch. gives you glasses of milk just randomly all the time no matter how much you snarl (hiss) at him about it

brings home a big ol' wicker basket, beams at you. seems more comfortable than the crate, yeah? wouldn't you rather curl up in a nice pile of blankets in a nice basket then a tiny little cramped cage :( (simon rolls his eyes a little at that one)

maybe johnny sorta mimicks the behavior he wants you to emmulate. buts his cheek against yours, guides you by the hair to do the same for him. pets from your head all the way down your back, feels like he's won the lottery when you groan long and low

gets really pushy about it when you're having sex. rails you and just begs in your ear "please, kitty, c'mon, just meow - just a little one, huh? please lass-" and you refuse to do it. works poor johnny up, he can't seem to come :(

so maybe simon huffs about it, leans real close to your face, says smth like "meow, baby. be good for johnny, huh? give him what he wants and i'll let you come." and he's smirking a little, the bastard, but you know he's not playing around when it comes to denying you so you let out a tiny, almost imperceptible mewl.

johnny throws his head back and groans, thrusts getting sloppy. but simon's smirk only grows, and he says "don't think johnny heard that, kitty. do it again."

makes you keep meowing over and over again until you stop having to be told :( just making little kitty noises all on your own when he rubs your clit for you :(

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hello!! Recently found your page and when i tell you i binge read almost all of your lookism content i mean it.

That being said i would love to ask if you could do a scenario where y/n and Goo hate each other but fake date in order to make Gun jealous and of course annoyed (in Goo’s case), however in the end they both fall for each other.

Aww!! THANK YOU FOR READING!! Isn't this community great. Isn't Lookism great.

I LOVE fake date fics! Slight deviation to just trying to prove Gun wrong (the plot is thin, okay).

Goo Kim x Reader: Fake Dating

"Get your hands off me!"

"It's called acting, you bitch!"

"Dumb bastard!"

"Stupid hag!"

"Four eyed fuck!"

"Shit for brains!"

A door slams shut. You and Goo freeze for a brief moment before throwing yourselves at each other. Your lips smash painfully together, and hands wander. It's for authenticity, you see.

(And it works.)

Gun stops in his tracks, "What the fuck?"

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You had been chit-chatting as you usually do during one of the lulls in your missions with Gun.

"-and winter weddings are sorta magical, y'know? I like the idea of getting married and having snow falling all around me. But summer with the weather, I-"

Gun has had enough of your mundane chatter. "How the hell do you find the stupidest shit to talk about. You can't even get anyone to date you."

You throw a punch at him, "We dated!"

He dodges your attack, "And we broke up."

"Fuck you, loads of people want to date me!"

Gun peers over his sunglasses at you, he knows you are bullshitting.

Ugh. You'll show this asshole.

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"Hey, you big lump," you kick Goo's chair. Oops maybe a bit too hard. You cackle as he tumbles into a heap on the floor.

"AHH! What was that for, you dumb bitch!" Goo gives you the filthiest look.

(On paper you and him should get on like a house on fire. But the first time you met, he had opened his mouth and asked who brought along this pretty little bimbo. You tried to rip out his tongue for that. Well, the rest is history.)

"So..." You eye up the blonde dusting himself off and readjusting his glasses. Is this one of your worst ideas? Probably. "Wanna piss off Gun with me?"

"I don't need you to do that."

"But what if we can take it to new realms of irritation?"

"..."

"I'll pay you."

"Why didn't you say so, Princess! I'm all ears."

Goo had always thought you were a little weird. As if this doesn't prove his point exactly.

Whatever.

He's making money and irritating Gun. Two of his favourite things. Add in beating someone up in there, and it's his holy trinity.

Hmm, maybe he could beat you up after this. That would be fun. He gives you a sly glance as you're explaining the 'fake dating' and what it entails.

Seriously, what an oddball.

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After Gun discovers you two all over each other, he turns around and swiftly exits.

He did not care for getting involved in your love life. That ship had long sailed.

The only concerns are with his own sanity.

Having you and Goo together is a dangerously irritating, annoying combination. It doesn't just increase his chance of getting a headache and into trouble two-fold, it increases it exponentially.

...And the fake dating begins.

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"Sweetheart, this song reminds me of you!" Goo gives a mocking smile that only you could see.

Gun is sitting in the back while Goo drives and you occupy the passenger's seat. That's fine as far as Gun is concerned. The further he is away from the both of you while you have this little... thing going on the better.

He honestly could not care less. But even listening to you two flirting is like nails on a chalkboard. The headache is returning. He should really invest in some headphones.

"Aww~ You are so sweet!"

You run your hands along Goo's thigh then brutally dig your nails in as you pinch him. This fuck. Did he think you couldn't hear the lyrics? The woman in this song is a useless doormat.

Goo blows you a kiss in return.

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"Cupcake!" Goo matches pace with you and goes to hold your hand. You hear Gun's unhappy grumblings from behind. "There's a new hot restaurant that opened up. We should go on a date!"

"I would love that," That really would be thoughtful if you guys were an actual couple.

"We can have a nice night out and walk along the Han river."

"Perfect."

Goo's grip on your hand tightens, he looks deviously at you. Oh no. You prepare yourself for whatever comes out of his mouth next.

"And afterwards we can go back to mine for dessert? You know what I mean? By dessert? That's how everyone phrases it right? To mean we will just fuck all night? With my big, huge, throbbing-"

You hear a stumble and cursing from Gun. You look at Goo and feel him mentally high five-ing you.

Heh. That'll teach Gun for being such a dick. This isn't such a terrible idea after all.

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"Sweetheart! Don't I look handsome!"

Gun questioned his life choices.

You and Goo had insisted on running into a designer store for something quick. 'Something quick' had turned into an hour of Goo parading around in suits. And now Gun is waiting sullenly in the corner for you both to finish up whatever the fuck you are doing.

"Hurry the fuck up,"

"Gun, you sourpuss! It's for the HNH function tonight. Goo needs to look his best."

Goo definitely did look good, you'll give him that. The blonde has a great body and a keen eye for fashion.

"Honeybun?" you turn your attention towards your 'boyfriend' as he strides out the fitting room. The suit looks like it was tailored especially for him.

Oh. Has he always been this handsome? You start to think maybe he isn't so bad until-

"You said you'll treat me for showing you a good time last night?"

You must be a better actor than you thought. Your mouth doesn't drop open at his boldfaced lie and your face remains neutral.

This prick. No doubt he's going to rack up an absurd bill and make you pay.

"Let's have a closer look then," you walk over to him, playing the part of a sweet girlfriend. Your hand smooths out the lapel and shirt.

"Silly, your tie is all askew," you adjust the knot and tighten it until it almost chokes this idiot.

Goo doesn't say a word, just looks down at you with a smirk. You feel the urge to wipe it off.

"I do like this one," you say. Your hand reaches out to caress his face. He stills at your unusually tender touch, his next backhanded comment gets stuck in his throat.

You push yourself up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

As if on autopilot, Goo's arms moves to circles your waist, pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. Something about the way you fit with him feels natural.

You nip at his lower lip. Hmm, Goo really is a good kisser.

Gun closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. You two are getting on his fucking nerves. He really shouldn't kick your asses here. He takes a deep breath and counts to ten.

Scratch that, maybe one hundred.

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Goo, with his arm around your shoulder, eyes your Uno cards.

He had already won a couple rounds ago, and now you and Gun are determining who between you is the loser.

"No cutie-pie, don't put the green one down. Gun will +2 you!"

"Don't help her out!" Gun growls at you both sitting across from him. He gets awfully testy even with silly games.

You hum and haw at whether to trust Goo as he studies your hand, trying to come up with a strategy.

"Put this one down," he ignores Gun and points at a particular card, "cross my heart babe!"

Fine. You follow his instructions.

Gun huffs and picks up a card from the pile. Guess he couldn't follow your colour or number.

Goo taps twice on his cheek. You giggle and reward him with a loud smooch.

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"Like this,"

Goo comes up behind you, pressing himself fully into your back and helping you adjust the grip on the golf club.

You subtly elbow him.

"Watch it," you whisper.

"You're paying for my boyfriend services," he responds under his breath, a grin never leaving his face.

Your voice returns to its normal volume, "I thought I was doing it right?"

"Nooo Princess, your swing is all off!"

He rests his head on your shoulder, actually telling you about where your hands should be and correcting your stance.

If you were a weaker woman, you would be feeling butterflies, and your face would flush. You would think about how sweet Goo could be, and how fun he is in a relationship...

You see Gun from the corner of eye and quickly derail any straying thoughts. Instead, you turn and lightly graze your lips on Goo's cheek and shuffle your hips into his crotch playfully.

Goo, delighted at your movement, chuckles.

Off to the side, Gun facepalms.

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You open your mouth obediently as Goo spoonfeeds you.

"Isn't it extra delicious when your Goo-bear is feeding you?" He flutters his eyelashes. God, this guy is so ridiculous you couldn't help but laugh.

"Do you have to fucking do that? I'm trying to eat here." Gun glares at the display.

"Don't be jealous just because you'll never know love like this!" Goo snaps before feeding you another mouthful.

Gun rolls his eyes. Why does Charles curse him with the most idiotic partners.

"Yeah I'll just pay for mine and the wifey's food," Goo smiles at the waitress, handing over some cash.

"Just pay for it all you cheap asshole!" Gun is exasperated. It's a goddamn hole-in-the-wall, not some fine dining establishment. The total is pocket change.

"Nope!"

"You fucking-"

The waitress clears her throat awkwardly.

"Pay for it yourself, you prick," Goo retorts as he nuzzles into your neck.

Gun angrily slams down some money.

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"What's this?"

So much for doing work. Goo loudly makes an entrance into your office and wafts a piece of paper in front of your face. You snatch it irritably.

"My invoice!"

What? This wasn't the duration that was agreed.

You narrow your eyes at him, "But we're not done yet!"

"No, we're not."

"So?"

"So I thought I'll give you a 100% discount for the foreseeable, sweetheart."

Your eyebrows knit together. Does this mean what you think it means?

Goo is a picture of nonchalance, he perches on your desk as he examines his nails.

"You mean you actually want to...?"

"I'm having a good time. You look like you are too."

Hmm, you couldn't deny it. And you never thought kissing him could be so pleasant.

"So we're really...?"

Goo gives you a smile and a casual shrug. "If you want to, Princess."

How does nothing ruffle his feathers. How can he be so relaxed about this?

You mull it over. What's the worst that could happen? The last few weeks have been undeniably fun. You don't think you had ever laughed so much.

You school your expression and give him a nod.

Goo's easy smile turns into a toothy grin. He pulls you close and kisses you, like all the times he had before. But this one feels sweeter. Real.

Goo fucking Kim is actually your boyfriend. Who would have thought?

When you finally pull away, you both stay within touching distance, beaming at each other like morons.

"Bastard."

"Bimbo."

Goo suddenly frowns, and the magic breaks. "This doesn't change anything. You still need to pay the bill!"

[poorlemons]

HI!!! I absolutely adore your art (it's so beautiful. It's so fluid. It's having a long lasting impact on my brain. Everytime I close my eyes theres just lemons art and darkness.) and I think far too much about your Clear Image AU, I fear I may have to start making slideshows about it.

But also curious about what happens to Michael during the rest of the timeline, like post season 3 times. Does she stay in the archives or move on with her life? And then what happens to her after the Eyepocalypse, is she okay (can she be okay please I'll cry)?

thank you so much that is so sweet of you!! im glad you enjoy my evil machinations. also i apologize if any of this has weird grammar or anything, i just woke up and am eating breakfast as i write this. also grammar is hard and im jsut a silly little guy, have mercy on me and post season 3 timeline... well as I see it, theres a couple ways it could go, and I think I will ponder them all. why get 1 ending when i can show you the good and the bad and let you sit with it! :3 ok so i need to establish somethings first. 1) the way I explain michael shelley herself still existing after becoming the distortions vessel is her tether to the Eye. If she had not been so connected to Beholding through the archives contract, and by how long she worked down there (in my michael timeline she's been there since the like, 80s. she's the michael mentioned by eric or whatever, i like that version of events). So it has its claws in her deep, even as she's kept ignorant. She wants to know, she wants to dig... she's just also prevented from doing it. and 2) Yeah that contract is still in place. how? because its funnier if it is, and also she never did *die*. Michael Shelley was missing, but never really reported, and she never died while she was being used as a vessel. So michael only has a few options if she wants to be free of the archives. In no timeline does Michael die! She's OK-ish. also none of these are 100% planned out so itll mostly be sparknotes So the first option for her to take is stabbing out her eyes to get that contract broken right there. But heres the issue: who would Michael get help from? Suddenly becoming blind is not really a hurdle you can jump alone, at least not easily. And she has no home, really no physical ties to anything because everything she had is most likely gone/thrown out by now. It would leave her blind and homeless, i fear. Because the archive people are her friends sorta, but like... theyre still caught up in the archives, they're busy and stressed all the time. Plus, the eye stabby thing is only found out some while into season 4. so she's probably not taking that route

the second one is she stays at the archives (good timeline): Heres when I reveal CIau as a fix-it. In this timeline a few things are true (Tim is alive, Jon didn't get comaed, Martin doesn't go with Peter, tensions are generally lower, Daisy did get coffined, though. the Unknowing did happen it just went... Better). This obviously frustrates Elias greatly, but Michael is a powerhouse of pure spite and determination to thwart that son of a bitch. He *knew* what Gertrude did to assistants, and he didn't *care*. Getting him out of power is the closest thing Michael could get to revenge. And oh how she wants that, never forget she is angry at what was done to her- its a low, dormant anger, but it is anger. So they go about Season 4, but less loneliness sand misery. Michael is determined to live her life to the fullest and she's pulling everyone into it as well. Its a little awkward in the Archives, and nobody can fully heal while they're trapped but relationships are improving. Melanie's bullet is removed consentually, everything is "great" (jon probably still gets stabbed though, i think thats funny). Tim is even less... sad miserable tim. And really a lot of it is different because... well season 4 hinged on that loneliness and misery. So in between mandatory get-out-of-the-archvies days and shit like that, theyre trying to figure out how to get rid of the contracts. Maybe they burn it or something, maybe they throw elias into Helen and carve out his eyes- that'd be fun. But they get free, yippee, and so Michael can go about getting new papers n shit and everyone can heal. I'd like to think she gets like, a nice calm job. She and Jon definitively volunteer at an animal shelter on the weekends. Her, martin, and anyone else who wants to tag along have little tea hangouts. Her and Tim sit in amicable silence or go out on some sort of hike, depends on how they feel (Michael's back does not appreciate it sometimes but she tries her best to keep up with her friend). Her, Basira, Jon, and Georgie have a book club. Georgie is chill too!! She gets a cat named Private Pea (name courtesy of Jon) and all is vibing.

Now time for bad timeline: A few things are the same, a few are different (Tim is alive, Jon gets comaed (this one was more of an accident that deliberate of Tim, Tim feels bad about it), Daisy is coffined, Martin is pulled in with Peter though its much more of a struggle for Peter to *keep* him, tensions are lower for most of them (Melanie has a bullet in her leg so shes still angry), and Georgie is wary but they manage to communicate the situation to her better so she doesn't fully cut contact with Jon.) Things are rough for a while, since Jon is out for the count, but everyone makes do as they can. Tim feels Bad about what happened, but Michael makes sure to help Tim out and try to make him feel better. They're friends, your honor. Yadi yada Jon comes back, Melanie gets her bullet taken out, everyone misses Martin. The events here are much more in line with canon season 4. They're still trying to find a way to break contract, but with the concerns about Martin and Daisy- and Jon's whole humanity- they're lagging behind about that. Michael does cry when she hears Eric's tape, Jon makes sure to let her listen to it. Melanie stabs out her eyes, daisy is retrieved from the coffin (Jon still loses a few ribs bc he's... Jon and of course he'd do that still), etc. Helen's relationship with the main crew is a little odd, since Michael is around, but maybe they're at a tentative truce. Maybe they paint each other's nails as a peace offering. The final peter-elias confrontation happens, shit hits the fan in the archives with the hunters 'n everything. Helen shelters Michael and Tim (michael is more or less safe from the distortion's effects and just hold onto Tim really hard) but Daisy still goes Hunt mode etc. Martin is saved, he and Jon get sent off to the safehouse and all is quiet for a little while. Michael and Tim do their best to just exist, Basira is off looking for Daisy, Melanie and Georgie are at home, the stage is set. Maybe Tim and Michael were out of town on a little trip when the eyepocalypse starts. OK. so. Eyepocalypse. Michael is trapped in a spiral-esc domain. I think her position is fairly unique. Not an avatar but so heavily marked by the Spiral that even the domain is confused on whether or not she's in charge. Its torment either way, she feels as if she's back in that hell of being Michael. Tim's probably also stuck in a domain, probably stranger, and maybe a bit of desolation, though i don't know how that'd look. I think Tim is 100% afraid of losing everything he has again, of burning those bridges for good. and also clowns. I think when Jon makes it to that domain, it takes a moment for him to realize who's statement he's taking. And then Martin and Jon try to hunt her down a pull her out. They do! She doesn't even really need the "ceaseless watcher make this person into your little bitch" or whatever, because her existence is just that muddled. She just... gets pulled out and her position shifts from watched to watcher. They go hunt down Tim, and idk maybe with the help of Helen and Michael they manage to fish him out without him becoming an avatar was well. Maybe he does have to get ceaseless watchered, no idea. Then theyre back on track through the domains, now Jon, Martin, Michael, Tim, and a Helen sometimes. They make it to London, they meet up with the others, everything is generally the same. But instead of that jon-stabbing kurfuffle, they kill jonah and everything falls apart and boom its ok the world is normal. Maybe most of the world doesn't remember but its alright, Theyre free. and thusly it sorta picks up from there like how it did in the better timeline. But maybe with a lot more issues to work around and heal from. so um. yeah something like that. I dunno

[connorstollenthusiast]

Strawberry fields.

Connor Stoll x F!reader

A/n : this a a re-Upload from my old account, ConnorStollFanpage. Soo, if you think you've read it you probably have, lol, sorry 😭

Word count - 632

You never particularly noticed Connor Stoll. The only thing you really noted about him, and his brother was that much like you, they were also known troublemakers around camp. And you have spent a considerable amount of time in the big house waiting around to get lectured by Chiron.

But this year, it felt like something had changed… It was weird all of a sudden Connor Stoll was attractive? When you walked into camp borders this year you expected change, you hadn’t seen anybody from camp for 9 months. But one week after arriving the same person was stuck in your head. Connor, why had you all of a sudden started seeing him like this?

You noticed yourself staring at him across the dining pavilion, offering your food up to the goddess of love, hoping that would maybe help him see you the same way you see him. But all your efforts seemed to go unnoticed, or maybe intentionally ignored. You really hoped it wasn’t the second option.

You found yourself weaving a flower crown out of strawberry vines, and dandelions, those were one of Connor's favorite flowers, you weren’t sure why he liked them so much but he was always picking them up and shoving them into his shorts pockets. It was a really stupid quirk of his you had noticed. You weren’t ever going to give him the flower crown, but it was fun to imagine. And fun to use your powers, and grow vines to use for crafts.

“What’re you doing y/n?” Connor, asked plopping down next to you.

“Working on a flower crown.” You hummed slightly, trying not to appear nervous, or make eye contact.

“That’s cool, can you teach me how to?”

“Sure, it's sorta difficult.” You mumbled, setting the half finished crown in your lap “it took me a while to learn”

“It can’t be that hard, it’s just putting some plants together.”

You snickered, picking your crown back up. “So, what you do first is measure your head with the vines.” you said, wrapping the vines around his head carefully.

“Ohh, okay..” He mumbled nervously, shifting in his spot slightly. You thought that you sorta overstepped with that, but you had to actually try ‘flirting’ with him, or all your efforts would be in vain.

“Then, what I do is I sorta just braid them together..It's hard to explain so just watch.” You smiled, showing him your technique. He plucked a few vines and tried his best to inmate what you were doing.. Except it wasn’t going as smoothly as you made it look, but he was trying.

“Y/n, are you almost done?”

“Yeah, I just needa tie it up.” You mumbled, carefully tying the crown together in the back. “Here, I'm done.”

“Oh, woah.. Yours is actually good.” he smiled, revealing the mess of a flower crown he had attempted to weave together.

You tried not to bust out laughing, it was a heep of strawberry vines messily wrapped together.. But Connor had made it, so that made the crown appealing to you. “Yours is….unique..”

“It's actually not horrible for my first try.” He snickered, looking at his own creation.

“Yeah, you’ll get better if you practice.” You laughed, placing your complet crown onto his head. “It looks good on you.”

“Does it?” he laughed, adjusting it on his head trying to get it to lay flat on his hair.

“Yeah it does.” You smiled, standing up from your initial spot on the ground. “Well- uh..Goodnight, Connor” you awkwardly smiled, waving goodbye.

“Uh..yeah, goodnight Y/n.” Connor said, fumbling with the crown watching you leave with a Stupid smile on his face. Gods, this was definitely going to be all he could think about for the next week.

[sparkles-and-trash]

dabihawks, sorta hawks centric, post war Drabble pt2 pt 1

Touya liked to think of himself as a man of his word, and this was no different.

But right now he kind of wished it was different, because he has severely underestimated how nervous he'd be on Keigo's behalf.

It didn't really matter anyways, because ever since Keigo kissed him that Thursday afternoon he asked him to come with him to meet the weird owl looking man that had apparently raised him at The Commission, Touya had been left defenseless around the hero.

How could one possibly say no to anything when it was asked by the most beautiful being on Earth, especially when that being for some reason looked at him like hun hung the sun and the moon in the sky himself?

No, Touya would have ended up right here one way or another, and really, he was grateful for the trust Keigo had in him to bring him with him to such a vulnerable position.

The week leading up to this meeting had been long and filled with nerves, but Touya had done his best to help Keigo trough it.

Mostly they had just stayed distracted, but as they were sitting here now, waiting for the owl guy, Mera, Touya reminds himself, his name is Mera, Touya starts thinking that might not have been the best idea to go about it.

Keigo's eyes are wide and large, his hair is messy from how much he's ran his hand trough it, his hands are slightly shaking, and all in all he looks so much like a lost baby bird Touya can hardly stand it.

Just as Touya reaches out to gently take Keigo's hand, the door opens and Keigo clothes Touya's hand with a vice grip.

Mera looked just like Touya remembered him, hair messy and feather-like not unlike Keigo's, dark circles still present, but he looked way less stressed than the last time they met.

At first they did the whole proper introduction thing, and Mera had enough mind not to comment on the fact that Keigo was couching Touya's hand still, but he did smile a little when he looked at them.

When they were done with the pleasantries quiet fell over them for a moment, before Keigo finally spoke up.

"Why..." he started, but his voice bristled and Touya gave his hand a gentle squeeze of support.

"Why did you ask to see me now?" Keigo finally asked, and Mera nodded slowly as he took in the question.

"That's a complicated question Chi-, erm, Keigo," Mera started.

Touya looked between then curiously at the name correction, and noticed a hint of a blush on Keigo's face.

"I'm sure you've worked out that I wasn't allowed any contact with you after your Hero Debut, which was horribly hard if I'm to be honest, and right after the Commission fell I figured you had more than enough other things to focus on," he finished, and Keigo nodded meekly.

Touya cleared his throat and two birdlike heads turned toward him in unison.

"Keigo's been working very hard, and he should be proud of how far he's come," Touya says without thinking, and Keigo turns bright pink.

Mera just smiles wistfully.

"I can see that, yes," he said warmly, and Touya could tell Keigo's posture got a little straighter at the praise.

Mera suddenly started to shuffle with his shoulder bag, and Touya and Keigo both perked up with curiosity.

"I wasn't allowed to of course," he started to explain as he pulled up a small stack of what looked like pictures from his bag.

"But I couldn't help myself when it came to pictures from your youngest days," Mera said with a small smile.

Keigo's eyes widened.

"You have... pictures?" he asked in a small voice, and Mera nodded.

"They would have had my head if they knew, but can you blame me?" he asked as he handed to two men the stack of pictures.

Touya had to properly work on himself not to make an embarrassing sound as he saw the first pictures because holy shit, that was the cutest thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

The first pictures seemed to be from right after Keigo arrived at The Commission, all his clothes too big, his body thin and weak, his eyes taking up most of his curious face.

After that it shifts to a slightly older Keigo, now in more fitted training clothes, hair growing long and messy, determined look on his little face.

The pictures grew more and more sparse as he grew, but there was pictures from every growth spurt, secretly snuck in birthday snacks, homemade party hats, the small collection of Endeavor merch slowly growing.

As Keigo grew older and shifted into a teen the pictures turned into embarrassed looks and eyerolls from the lanky teen who's wings were suddenly bigger than his body, and Touya felt a soft spot for the small glimpses of normality hidden between the cracks of such a rough adolescence.

After he's looked trough all the pictures once Keigo slowly starts going trough them again, but this time he looks up at Mera as he goes.

"When was this?" he asks carefully as he holds up the first picture, the one showing a way too tiny Keigo in a way too big t-shirt nervously clutching the very same Endeavor toy Touya knew he still had in his nightstand.

Mera hummed sadly.

"The first night you were with us," he explains as he reaches for the picture to look at it properly.

"You're in my shirt actually, The Commission didn't have anything that fit you yet. I was worried you wouldn't be ablate sleep in a new place with new people, but you slept for almost 12 hours that night."

Touya's heart breaks a little, but Keigo just smiles.

He shuffles trough some more pictures before he holds up the one where he's in a proper uniform for the first time.

It looks eerily like the old hero suit, or at least the shirt under the jacket.

"I remember this," Keigo said softly.

"Yeah?" Touya asks, and Keigo nods.

"I'd just turned seven, and the Commission made a whole bunch of those uniforms just for me, it made me feel so special."

Mera sighs softly.

"You were special Keigo, but not only for the reasons they saw," he says seriously, and Touya watches curiously.

Keigo tilts his head.

"How you mean?" he asks, suddenly sounding way younger than he normally does.

Mera smiles wistfully.

"You were smart, fast and perceptive, yes, but you were also just incredibly sweet," he explains, and Keigo looks away bashfully.

Touya squeezes his hand.

"You had every right to be weary and bitter, but since that first day you hopped around after me like a duckling, curiously pointing out things I'd never noticed, smiling at everyone you saw, and no matter how much sternness and harshness you were met with, those parts of you never went away."

Keigo just shrugs awkwardly, but Touya understands.

"I might not ever be one to sing heroes praises, and I definitely do not think you were only acting out of your heart before the war, but even I can recognize that there was always something different about you," Touya says in a quiet but clear voice.

Mera doesn't say or do anything, simply listening, and Touya turned towards him to explain.

"It might not seem like a compliment now, but there was a reason I sought him out back when I was... back before."

Keigo gently squeezed Touya's hand, and a soft smile sneaked it's way onto Touya's face as he finishes explaining.

"You never really lost that curiosity and hopefulness towards other people, and I didn't realize it then, but I really needed that."

Mera looks between the for a moment, before he smiles again.

"I think you should keep this one, Chirps," he says to Keigo with a wink, and Keigo squawks embarrassedly as Touya grins.

"Awwh, Chirps?" he asks as Keigo hides his face in his hands and Mera chuckles.

Touya grins to himself as he takes in the scene and realizes that maybe Keigo had more of a parent in Mera than he realized.

After all, nobody knows how to embarrass you in front of your relatively new boyfriend like a parent.