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bionicle-ramblings · 1 year ago

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... I apologize in advance, but also regret nothing

This has been on my for a VERY long time and now I'm getting it out

Bionicle characters as cats!

More specifically if you owned these cat!Bionicle characters

This post is going to be SUPER long under the cut

Hope you enjoy!

Nuju: Used to be an outdoor cat before finding the paradise that was the indoors. Took a while to get him inside, and there’s no way in hell he's leaving, and you wouldn't get rid of him for the world. Nuju still enjoys laying against cold windows and drinking cold water from your cup or dipping his paw in it, even likes laying on ice packs when they're still frozen. He doesn't like being pet that much, will claw you if you go near him, and gets mean and nasty when someone tries to pick him up or hold him, and that sometimes includes you. He enjoys being on places that are hard for people to reach, and those places are the best to JUDGE on, because he'll either disapprove of something you're doing or about to do or he'll disapprove of the company you invited over; you ruined the perfect silence of his home. Regardless, he loves you, though he shows it through laying on you, rubbing against you, playing, all that jazz. You still let him go outside, but you're always with him, and you make sure you got out when the night sky is clear because Nuju meows and purrs SO MUCH when he sees the stars. He likes watching the snow fall too, and you sometimes take him outside so he can play in the snow. He's got a clear and pronounced meow, and you swear he knows what will make you tick because he's yelled at you until you brought snow in or brought out a tray of ice or an icepack for him to lay on. He likes to move things around too, so that's fun to keep watch for, especially when he sees you're drinking coffee. In terms of breed, he's like a white haired persian, and you make sure he's looking his best, even if he yells at you for it(though he does like it). Some of your friends and family wish you'd gotten a cat that was friendlier while others think he's a riot because of the resting bitch face he has and seeing him in the snow or laying on a tray of ice is adorable. If they push his buttons or pet him when he doesn't want to be, he will move their cups or plates or even cutlery or even phones when they aren't looking so they're on alert and confused. He wears a collar like the boss he is and you made sure it had star or snowflake patterns on it just for him

Matau: Has been through a fair number of homes before ending up with you. He's a cat with hardly any chill; you wake up to a cat racing up to you every morning before darting away, maybe even vaulting off the walls and door. He also likes playing and will climb up on you until you can hold him or until he reaches your shoulders. You've gotten him toys for enrichment, but he goes to entertain himself by playing with and showing off for you first. You've asked if the amount of activity he has is normal, but the vets assume it's just hyperactivity and maybe super zoomies, which you assume makes sense because he's a tabby. He's got fur that's more green than the usual tabby golden organge, but he's still a tabby. The vets explained that's from a previous home and while he's healthy, the dye used still needs to wash/grow out. Matau calms down when you're chilling. You need to help him relax, like help him sit and lay down, but you get him calm with some scratches and just telling him he's a good boy. He's also a peacock in cat form; he likes to strut and show off his body and legs. Owning Matau, you learn that he can bark, chirp(like a bird), squeak, croak, caw, and make all sorts of sounds no cat should be able to make. You once heard him imitate your ringtone and have had your phone on vibrate since. He learned to imitate that as well. Whatever you do, Matau is with you doing it, and that includes making meals, even when you've had to cook stuff. You've tried everything and he will not stay off the counters. You've also started bringing a cat carrier where you go and leaving the heating or cooling on in your car because Matau wants to be with you 24/7. You two love being outside, but Matau ends up being the reason you have too many friends. Some people think he needs some chill pills, but they change their minds when they see him calm down and even perform by barking and making all his "not a cat" sounds. Some people find him endearing, even when he's shoulder surfing. You've tried and failed many times to give him a collar, but he knows you two are going out whenever he sees the harness you got just for him

Nokama: For a while, she was the bookstore/library/campus class cat that stuck around for lectures or for reading, which you swear you've seen her do because you watched her paw at someone to turn to a certain page in a book and nuzzle them before sitting down and slowly read the page. Eventually, you ended up both feeding her and helping her read books enough that she followed you home. Even since, you've had the BEST study/school mate ever. Nokama will paw at your pen or pencil when you've got the answer wrong, will help you stay awake to study just a little longer before reminding you to go to bed, and will be resting on your shoulder as you read or do homework or study. Leisurely reading is especially fun because when you reach the plot twist, you two are both shocked. You also swear that Nokama can understand EVERYTHING you say. You've vented about your day and find Nokama at your heels and looking up at you, like she's listening. Your peers, friends, and family find it doubtful, but you just know that you're right, having tested it by saying something outrageous to the point Nokama stared at you and began stalking toward you, and then avoided going near you when you revealed it to be a lie and to have gotten proof that you were right. Not a very outdoorsy cat. She'll watch the world from outside the window and go from your house to the library to the bookstore to class and back, but that's it. That's all she wants to do with the outdoors. She's not a very "nighttime" cat either, as she'll rest with you and fall asleep close by. She's not a loud cat at all. When she meows, it's gentle and you hear it whenever you two "talk." You also hear it whenever you're bathing or showering or when she's asking to have a bath because Nokama likes water and is possibly the cleanest cat in the world because of her love for water. She is the cat everyone wishes they had, being a quiet, mellow, smart, Russian Blue, but they also retract that when they realize you were right when you said Nokama knows and understands what people say because, when talking amongst each other or on the phone, they see her watching them a bit longer than they think she should and had the literal HELL scared out of them when they asked her a question AND SHE NODDED AT THEM. You wanted to get her a little bowtie collar, but Nokama picked a simpler collar for herself and who are you to deny your friend her choice?

Onewa: For a while, he was a cat that a lot of people avoided because whenever they tried to get close, he'd back away and his at them. He even hissed at you when he saw you, but you learned his previous owner died and your heart won you over, so you went home that day with a very angry, very hissy cat that you had to tell to calm down a few times as you set up the room he was staying in and let him adjust to his new home. For a while, you two left each other alone; he stayed out of your way, you stayed out of his. As a hobby, you carve stuff and often set pieces of cut off wood down on the floor to deal with later. You found Onewa scratching one of the pieces and started to give him his own aid to carve up. While you two aren't exactly ride or die best friends, you're close enough that he'll greet you when you come home, let you pet him, and lay on or by you for a while, or until you have to move. He'll only go outside to join you in carving, but that's it. He's also slow to warm up to you and keeps an eye on you because he's nervous to lose you too. Onwea's also good at getting what he wants. You've seen him sitting by his food bowl, the door to the patio or mini balcony you carve on, or anywhere else, and you've gotten lost in his eyes. It's easy to because he's a Siamese and they have STUNNING eyes, but you're putty when Onewa wants something and he knows it. He also "laughs" at you whenever you stub your toe or have you get something you put down somewhere on accident. You get him back when you catch him staring at your carving or watching something sappy that you threw on because you felt nostalgic and lightly pick on him for it. He doesn't get you back in any drastic ways, just ignores you and hisses at you, but you two make up and are back to being friends later. NO ONE really wants to be near him, but that's fine because Onewa doesn't want to near them either. Just you. Anyone who's tried to pet him, despite your warnings, has gotten scratches as a lasting reminder. No bites, just scratches, and they'll have to get through YOU if they want to give Onewa back to the shelter. You could not get a collar on him to save your life; he's taken that as a challenge and that's a fight you're not willing to fight

Whenua: A friend gave him to you because they couldn't take care of him. Whenua minded a bit because you and your home were new to him, but he soon got used to living with you, and you got used to him leaving through the window and returning with something he found like a pretty leaf or flower or, what takes him A WHILE to come home for, war medals, vintage coins, anything old or vintage that he's so proud of finding, and you're proud of all his finds, as long as he doesn't bring any animals home, dead or alive. There was an instance where a mouse got in and he wouldn't let it go or leave you alone until you told him what it was. That's fine because he is eager to hear more about what he found because you easy access to the information(don't you just love the internet?). Whenua likes chilling with you when he's not seeking information or things from the outside to find. He's usually hanging out on your shoulders, napping on your lap or on your stomach, or chilling in your arms. You've always known cats can see in the dark, but Whenua takes that fact and runs, because during a power outage, he found the flashlight, candles, and batteries for the flashlight than you did. You asked your friend about it and they admitted it isn't a trick they taught him, he just knows how to find stuff and won't leave you alone until you tell him what he found, and you know he found something when he meows. It's a very low, very easy to hear sound that gets your attention every time. When your friend was able to take care of Whenua again and asked him if he wanted to go with them("He's a lot smarter than people think he is," they said.), Whenua looked lost for a moment before rubbing against your friend and then hopping onto your shoulders. It was at that moment where you both realized that Whenua had found his home and it was better to not move him again, your friend promising to visit as much as possible. You two got him a collar together, one that looked cool and that Whenua brought to you both to learn more about because it was one of those flea collars so he's a little more safe when he's venturing and looking for stuff

Vakama: Was a rescue from a house fire, but has since recovered and will enjoy the warmth of a fireplace, bonfire, a heating pad, and even a blanket in your home. Better yet, he'll find you lounging and, after a bit of letting him know he can join you, lay on or beside you. If you're taking a bath or shower, expect to find Vakama laying either right by the door or laying near your towel. It actually took a little while for you too to get close because, at first, he only stayed in the room you made for him so he could adjust, hiding himself in the corner or taking shelter in the holder he was brought home in. He warmed up to you once he knew you weren't a threat. You've never seen a cat panting in real life until you've had Vakama, and you see in numerous times because he gets nervous a little too easily for a cat, i.e. when you're cooking, when you go to the bathroom or shower and close the door, leave for work or school, when it's time to eat, when you're sitting for too long, when you're standing too long, when you go outside, when you take him outside with you, it's all at the drop of a hat. You've tried giving him medication to calm him down, but he'd rather snuggle up to you instead. For the longest time, you thought he was unable to meow, thinking it was permanent damage due to the fire, but while drawing or sculpting at the table, on the couch, or wherever, you heard an odd, polite little meow-honk and saw Vakama quickly join your side, honking away until he saw what you were doing. After he tried pawing at it, you got him his own little sketchbook, some pet-safe ink pads, and pet-safe, air dry clay so he could join while you create. You think Vakama can see the future and turn invisible sometimes, mainly because he's a little too good at hiding and you thought you actually lost him the first time he "disappeared." You didn't; you found him in the kitchen, looking for you. You say he can see the future because he saved you from getting boiling water all over you by sitting on the table and staring at you until you picked him up off of it. He's a fairly pretty Burmese cat, with red-auburn furr and the greenest eyes on a cat ever. His furr always feels weird, though, but the vets explained it to be because of the fire. Your friends and family either love him or hate him. On one hand, the perpetual hiding, poor meowing, and the need to ALWAYS be by you is a little annoying, but seeing a cat that loves you so much that he sleeps in your coat or jacket is adorable and he's saved your life a good handful of times in the past. There was an instance where younger relatives scared the living Heaven and Hell out of him and he didn't make any kind of appearance. You heard him meowing and found him in the dryer, which you swear you closed, while he GLARED at you. He didn't stay mad when you relaxed with a heating pad nearby and ultimately took a nap. You put a collar on him once, one with a bell, and he hid from you for a whole day or two before you lured him out and took off the collar so you two wouldn't be upset ay each other. He honkedat you so the collar could be put back on, but you had to take the bell off first, and Vakama hid it from ypu after you did. You know you will NEVER find that bell again because Vakama knows ALL the best hiding spots

Takua: One half of a bonded pair. He's a little guy, but he's an old breed of cat, one that turns heads and make people ask if you're actually going to adopt him because they can care for him instead. You carry pepper spray of you when you adopt Takua and the cat he's bonded with. He's an adventurous little one, always eager to see what's new, and that includes your hime because he slipped out of the carrier he was in and immediately started looking around. He wasn’t too upset when you had to have him stay in the same room as his friend so he could adjust, but when he's out for reals and exploring, he always gives you this look of, "Don't lock me in that room again." It's not a matter of him disappearing on you, you just find him in the weirdest places like in an empty sink, in your shoe, on the cabinets, the underbelly or your table, your laundry basket, the pantry, all sorts of places. You always find him because he's got a very chirpy meow and he meows enough that you teach him to "whisper" because neighbors started getting mad at you. You SOMETIMES take Takua outside, but you have to hold onto him so he doesn't go anywhere. He's never run away or anything, but you don't want to risk it. He's good at finding things around your home, too. Hair ties, Bobby pins, spare change, snacks, you name it. He also likes chilling on your shoulder and even on your head. Whatever you're doing, he wants to do, so he's got a mini "laptop," there's a bowl you have for him to chill in while you cook, you've got little books for him to "read," just a BUNCH of little things so he doesn't feel left out. Your friends and family love and adore him, even if his high energy and tendency to wander gets to them sometimes. He wears a collar with a bell, and you somewhat regret it because now he RUNS into the room and rolls around as much as possible to eother get the bell for himself or to make as much noise as possible

Jaller: The other half of the banded pair. He's also a little guy, but you've been scratched and bitten by him before. He didn't trust you that much, but be started to when he saw you weren't going to do anything to him or Takua. He's always trailing near Takua, making sure nothing happens to him. You tried getting him some mini stuff so he didn't feel left out, but you found that getting him little cozy thungs to lay or sit on works better. He's very easy to make purr and he'll curl up on you, but you need to help him relax because he's always on guard. Spiders, flies and bugs don't come into your home anymore because Jaller hunts them down. He even alerted you when someone nearly stole a package you had. You rarely hear him meow, but when he does, it doesn't sound like meowing. It sounds like a shout instead, which is especially fun to hear when he's looking for Takua with you. He likes warm things too, much more than Takua, so heating pads and warm blankets are a must. He looks after you to the point where he might as well be a guard cat. You sometimes see Jaller pulling Takua around by his scruff, but no longer intervene because he growled at you when you accidentally made him let go and Takua ran to climb the curtains. You're not fully sure what breed of cat Jaller is, as in certain loght his fur can look either gold or red. He's too calm to be a tabby, so your options are limited. Also limited is his patience with any visitors you have over because they distract him while he's "working." They think he's an adorable little grouch, but they never see when Jaller is about to swat at them for saying that. Jaller does wear a collar, but it doesn't have a bell.

Nixie: Another little cat and a one that followed you home, this time from a night walk. You'd never seen her before, but you know she's seen you because she's a little too friendly, like she knows you will adopt her. She's a fairly chill cat, oddly enough. She just stares at you a lot. Nixie didn't let you pet her at first, but soon she did. You have a few astrology books, and she doesn't leave you alone until you take them out and lay them out for her. You didn't know cats could read, but you learned they did when you saw Nixie reading your books. And staring at the astrology poster on your wall. You have had your day saved by Nixie, whether that be when she more or less revealed someone you were meeting was someone to not associate with, when she let you know the smoke detector was broken, when she knocked a cup of tea over because there was something in the tea you were allergic to, and more. She more or less wanders around your home, only knocking books to the floor so she can read them. Doesn'tmind you picking her up, but she likes to lay on you and rest on your shoulder or lap. Your friends do not believe you when you tell them all the things Nixie does. Your family does, though, because you stayed over once with Nixie, had a family vacation, and many family members swear they found Nixie trying to pull the books from the shelf before she opened them up and started reading them on the floor. Nixie also woke you up early the next morning to get breakfast because she, somehow, knew who was cooking and what they were making. And knew the roads were bad from a storm and hid everyone keys long enough for them to learn of the damage. She's a Russian Blue, like Nokama, but she has a very whispery meow, one people hear when she gets close enough to them. Enjoys a good bath too, but she's a menace in that she'll try joining you in the tub or just lay on the side of the tub and dip her paws in the water. She REFUSES to wear a collar, having lay on her side and not moved for hours when you put one on her. You did take it off, but Nixie hid the collar so you wouldn't try again. She still loves you and still vibes with you, but you know she hasn't dropped the collar

#bionicle #ramblings #headcanons #cat post #nuju #nokama #matau #onewa #whenua #vakama #takua #jaller #nixie #super long post #long post under cut #i had this on my head for a while

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ukranianacearo · 8 months ago

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Death won't do us apart

Gn!Reader

Word count: 1459

Tw: mentions of death, mention of enslavement

Pairing: Doom x Reader

Genre: hurt with comfort, maybe🤞

Tags: @futuristiclanddinosaur

Synopsis: Death tried to claim you from his grasp, but he won't let it be so simple. Even when it seems like you want nothing to do with him or his family.

Author's note: I swear I'm not allergic to fluff😔🤞 I just don't usually get ideas that don't include hurt or angst at some point 😭 Anyway, please enjoy this fanfic. Sorry for any mistakes this is not proofread and English isn't my first language.

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You never liked to work for Innocent zero nor his sons. It felt like going back to square 1, to the root of the problem, to the origins that you oh so desperately tried to run away from. But as a lachmagic that used familiar artifacts to steal others' magic and also as a "Disgraceful Mage" to the naked eye, you didn't have other options. Death was much more preferable, but who knows what'll happen to your body after that.

You'll be on the losing end anyway. Might as well save some dignity, if that's the case, and don't mind the blood you'll have to dirty your hands with.

You didn't like each and every one of Innocent zero's family, including that man himself, even if his oldest son was the same age as you were. Since the first day of your 'work' here, you did mostly dirt work, as expected. Killing, spying, manipulating, illegal research and more to count. Though, sometimes you did some side work, all of which were orders from the crazy family. Find and bring back Doom's sword, chain new victims for Famine to torture, buy ingredients for special pudding for Epidem, or bring more elves' blood for Delisaster. Working for them since you were 10, made you develop immunity to their crazy thoughts, not even Famine making you lose your mind. But, the one who you were wary the most was the eldest don, Doom. Ironic, isn't it? The most calm sibling of all of them makes you tiptoe around like a scared cat. Usually, he was calm and pretty nice compared to the rest of the family, but you knew that that happens only when he's calm. And it's not that he's easily irritated or something, growing up the eldest of all the siblings made him develop a lot of patience, you just didn't want to test your luck, any day.

Standing in the kitchen, making Pancakes, because Doom requested them, you found a little bit of peace for the day. If it weren't there brothers disturbing you, it was Cell War, and you swear there's no one more annoying person between the servants, than him. As of now, Cell War with Domina in Walkis academy, doing something that was none of your concern. Your peace didn't last long when while taking the last piece of pancakes off the pan, you felt Famine's presence approaching in your direction. You sighed, taking the apron off and putting the plate with pancakes on another table. Famine entered the room and you immediately bowed down your head.

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Another day, another victim chained. You were about to leave the basement, but you heard Famine talking with Delisaster and Doom outside.

- "They're not your personal maid, Doom. It's no fun if only you get them around you." - Famine said, to which Doom didn't answer. You couldn't know for sure what they were talking about. Delisaster sighed at Doom's silence.

- "You can't have them all to yourself, brother. Remember, they're our servant too. And I'll like to keep it that way, they're very useful." - Delisaster answered Doom's silence. Then, he turned around and started going somewhere else. But before going too far, he added. - "They're just a servant and you should remember that. There's nothing more of them that could relate to us." - After saying that, Delisaster left completely. You decided it's time to get out. Imitating your usual walk you left the room, bowing your head to both Famine and Doom while standing next to the door that lead into the basement.

- "Greetings, Sir Doom. Sir Famine, the victim has been chained securely." - You greeted Doom and informed Famine. Famine immediately went to the basement and Doom just looked at you without saying a word. His stare was burning holes in the top of your head as you still bowed it. Soon, he left.

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These giants specifically were too tough for 'normal' giants. They had magic flow through them, so you still could kill them. But life you take it's life you give; that was the rule of the spell. You also could deal damage to them enough for them to take time to recover, but that would mean coming back empty handed AND bruised badly. So, in the end, you decided to kill them all with one fatal blow. It will take your life with it, but you didn't mind. In fact, it would save you from this oppression. You weren't sure if you could call it exactly enslavement, since it wasn't as bad as the former enslavement you went through in your home land. With ache in your chest you casted the spell, your necklaces blowing, while the giants had stepped on the crosses on the ground, lining one after another.

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- "Father, I ask you for a favor. Help me resuscitate them." - The room was silent after Doom said that. He had a little bottle in his hand that contained some of your blood. It was the blood he could recollect when he arrived where your battle with the giants occurred; it was the blood he'll use to resuscitate you.

- "They were indeed a good servant. But why should I go such a length for a mere servant? You better give a good reason for it." - Innocent zero answered his son with cold voice, not even looking at Doom. But, Doom was prepared for this. He prepared a good reason and explanation for your return.

- "Their specialty is too rare. If I remember correctly, they're the only one left alive with such family heirloom. They're a lack magic, but they make those arounthem magicless too, leaving almost any enemy helpless against them. Won't it be too much of a waste to let them be dead? Our enemy doesn't know anything about them and has no one that could compare to them." - Doom said in a confident yet calm voice. Innocent zero had to contemplate the thought in his head.

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Bang. A loud bang have been heard by everyone. Innocent zero has been shot by someone right before he could give his speech to the people of the Magic Realm after Mash defeated Doom. No one knew what was happening and it was confusing. Everyone was looking between each other, trying to find someone who could explain this. The only one to know what was happening was Doom, but it didn't make anything less shocking. Soon, you appeared in front of Mash and his friends, the defeated divine visionaries and Doom. You had your iconic gun in one hand and a cold and calm look on your face. As you were only a few meters away from Mash, you stopped and put your free hand on your hip, while putting the weight of your body on one leg.

- "Why would you betray father..?" - Doom asked you and you looked at him confused.

- "I never betrayed him, because I never vowed to him. He decided by himself that I'm his servant and I enjoy bringing people to the high sky of delusion and then drop them into the ground of reality." - You answered amused at his reaction. It's not a betrayal if you never vowed to them. And even less of a betrayal it was in your situation. - "I really couldn't believe it was your idea to revive me. Such a silly idea is not appreciated. It's not cool that when I die, thinking I'm finally free, you go and revive me just like that." - After you finished talking the silence was consuming in the room. While the people outside celebrated the victory, the people in that room were half dead trying to solve this confusing string of timeline.

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- "Wondering what they'll do with his body? Cell war."

- "You keep coming when it's time for me to feed the cows, seriously? And well, I don't know. But I heard sir Doom was upset. Probably because of how you rejected him when saying those cruel words after his defeat against Mash."

- "He might as well be upset because his father is fucking dead and I'm the killer, Cell War. I'm thinking they'll extract Innocent zero's knowledge and them destroy the body for better."

- "Don't think so."

- "About what?"

- "Sir Doom's reaction."

- "Why?"

- "... You seriously didn't notice? Even the look in his eyes tells a deep story about his love for you."

- "I think you're going crazy. But even if we entertain such an idea, I'm not into Master x Servant trope you know. Wouldn't want to become that trope."

- "Whatever, just help me feed the cows."

- "Okay."

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This is it 😔 I wrote one down, now I have two Mash x reader fanfics to write and another Doom x Reader🫡 The grind begins now lol anyway thanks for reading and bye bye!🌸 <3

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sundeathh · 2 years ago

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So hey! What's up? I uh, could use a favor. I'm kinda going through some nonsense and could really use some daddyzawa headcannons. Maybe his reaction to you send nudes or him seeing you in a lutty version of his hero costume? Or both. Please, my love.

Helloooo!!! Alright sweetie, I practically wrote a fucking book for this request. I believe I probably went further than necessary but I just couldn't help myself!

Sorry it took a long time for me to reply, but anyway, I hope you enjoy it!!!

NICE COSTUME, NICE VIEW

Request | Masterlist | NSFW / +18 only

Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA. Word count: 5,6K

CW: Smut, unprotected sex, heterosexual relationship, reader being a tease and taking control, good boy/girl calling, several pet names.

1. First of, I believe that if you sent a full nude picture to him he would nearly pass out; he is a really reserved man so he usually don't receive nor send those kind of pictures;

2. He would cringe at first for being caught off guard but he would like it anyway;

3. If you dressed in a slutty version of his hero costume, he would be rather confused, yet unbelievably aroused. That's why I wrote the following headcanon! Enjoy!

Oh, how daring of you to come up with this idea while he was still at work.

Shōta still wasn't sure how you managed it; you just sent him the picture randomly and without any further context.

Anyway, he had to admit that it was pretty good, if nothing else – it was totally unexpected, of course, but also very well done.

He was on his break at work when he received your picture. And, as soon as he opened it, he was speechless.

Thus, he didn't respond. He had no idea if he should just text you some sort of compliment or if he should go to the restroom and do...something? Take a photo for you, maybe?

However, his lack of answer didn't bother you that much; you weren't expecting an immediate reaction from him at all.

You knew he had a tendency to be dense sometimes, and although it infuriated you in the beginning of your relationship, now it didn't bother you as much – in fact, it turned into the exact opposite, you loved taking advantage of this.

So you had already decided that you were definitely going to get through that thick skull of his with what you had planned. It would require more effort than you thought, but it would be worth it.

You put on a tight black long sleeved shirt, imitating his own hero costume; however, yours was more revealing, since it was thinner and more transparent than his.

You also wore one of his spare capture weapons loosely around your neck and goggles over your head – almost mimicking cat ears. You weren't wearing pants, showing off the long length of your legs and thighs that seemed so inviting, covering just what had to be covered with lace panties and the shirt itself.

Shōta knew you could make yourself look good if he had a say in the matter, but damn this costume wasn't showing that off at all; he wanted you without it.

He sighed. What was he supposed to think? He wanted you. No, he needed you. He felt an incredible urge to just leave work and come to you, without even taking anything else with him.

It took everything in him to not call you right then and there or text you asking what the hell you had been thinking about. So he settled for just roaming his eyes up and down the picture as he admired your form, his face flushed red from his thoughts and embarrassment.

Damn did he want to be with you now.

He closed the picture before he stared at it for another few seconds. He knew how you made his heart race every time you sent something to him but it was different now. You never sent anything like that before.

Another sigh left his lips as he rubbed his temples, trying to clear his mind. He had to stay calm to actually focus on work again.

After taking a deep breath, he turned back to work; aware that he would have a lot of paperwork to get done.

Unfortunately though, now his mind was elsewhere.

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The day went by, and Shōta couldn’t stop thinking about your picture. Not only was it incredibly hot, but also incredibly provocative.

He hated to admit it but he wanted you naked; not that he hasn't seen you naked for several times before, after all, you were together for years now. But it was definitely a need anyway.

So that's what he was hoping for when he knocked on your door after work.

You opened it with your usual smile, and he couldn't help but notice your outfit – you were thoughtful enough to put it back on when it was time for him to leave work.

He knew he was blushing furiously from the way his heart beat and the warmth spreading across his cheeks.

Then, he cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to regain a bit of his composure before he spoke.

"Can we talk? In private?"

You raised an eyebrow at him but nodded anyway, stepping aside for him to enter. He walked inside, still trying to figure out what he was going to say.

And, once you both entered the room, you shut the door and looked at Shōta expectantly; you could tell he wanted to speak but it was clearly taking him some effort.

"Um... I... well..." he paused for a moment.

"What is... this?" He finally asked, pointing at your outfit. He didn't mean it rudely though; he was truly confused as to why or what exactly you were wearing.

"Oh," you said, slightly taken aback by his question. "I was inspired."

"Inspired?"

"Yes! Inspired." You repeated slowly, as if making sure the word really got through to him.

"By my costume." He finished dumbfounded.

You smiled and nodded. "Yup!"

"Right..."

The awkward silence that followed after that grew a bit uncomfortable. However, neither of you said anything.

That is, until Shōta decided it was better to go straight to business instead of trying to come up with something else to say.

"So what does this mean?" He asked.

"Hm? What do you mean?" You tried to play dumb.

"This," he gestured toward your attire, "what does this mean?"

"Oh, well... it means that I like your costume." You explained simply. "So I just tried to show you that."

A faint blush returned to his face and he nodded his head.

"Alright. I suppose that makes sense." He stated. "I am just surprised, I guess. I don't usually see you dressed in such a revealing manner."

"Yeah. I don't dress like that at all. I did it now just to show you." You replied, flashing a mischievous grin. "Didn't you like it?"

His face heated up again at your words. The fact that you thought of him like that made his heart flutter like crazy. He loved it.

Shōta cleared his throat again before answering your question.

"I can assure you it doesn't bother me."

"Good." You responded simply before looking away and shifting your weight to one foot. "Did you like it then...?"

He stared at you with wide eyes for a moment, slightly shocked by what he wanted to answer.

"I liked it. Very much in fact. It... it looks very nice." He replied slowly.

It definitely caught him off guard; seeing you in his uniform, especially since it showed way more skin than his.

"I'm glad." You looked over at him with a smile and added, "I can take it off now if you'd like."

He swallowed nervously and shook his head. This was getting ridiculous. How could you affect him so much?

"No, I don't want you to take it off." He insisted. "I mean... I...I like it on you. I like seeing you like this. But if you want to take it off and put on something else I won't stop you."

It sounded cheesy and he cringed at how lame it sounded when he said it, but he figured this was the best he could offer you to express what he meant; you could read between lines, after all.

"Oh, well, I wasn't thinking about changing though... just taking it off. Completely. If you want me to, of course." You shrugged playfully and gave him a flirtatious smirk.

"Please don't wear anything else tonight." He said, grateful that he kept his voice steady considering how hard he was finding it to keep his composure – you were always so bold, but that just further fueled his desire for you.

"Okay." You agreed, giving him a small nod. "Is that everything?" You asked with a hint of sarcasm.

He groaned inwardly. Did he really seem too desperate to you?

After realizing he must've been silent for too long, he cleared his throat.

"Yeah... that's all." He replied. He knew if he stayed any longer his resolve would crumble completely.

"Alrighty then..." you replied joyfully, before standing on your tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek.

He froze up, not sure whether to hug you and thank you or kiss you. So he settled for both; it was the appropriate thing to do.

"Don’t worry. I won’t show it to anyone else." You whispered to him after pulling away, smirking.

He couldn’t hide the heat that spread across his face; not only because of your teasing comment but also because he knew you were serious.

He pulled away as well, embarrassed but happy nonetheless. He stood there staring at you for a second before he finally managed to find his voice.

"Good... that's good. I don’t want anyone seeing you like this either." He muttered, his cheeks turning red again.

You smiled, feeling satisfied.

"But I thought you liked it!?" You teased.

"I said, I don’t want people to see you like this." He repeated, slightly annoyed.

You giggled. "Oh~? Shōta, are you... jealous?"

"I'm not jealous." He flatly denied it. "I just don't want other men seeing these pictures of yours, alright?"

"You're totally jealous." You poked his chest, grinning. "But it's okay, Sho. I promise I won’t show them to anyone. Not even to you."

He rolled his eyes at you, but relaxed as soon as he saw you smiling.

"I trust you." He said softly.

"Good. But we have lots of unfinished business to attend to. Are you staying or do you still have work for today?” You asked, changing the subject.

"Just let me finish my reports first." He assured you with a nod. "But I can do it right here if you don't mind. Then we can spend the rest of our nights together."

"Of course I don't mind. Do you want to work here in the living room or...?"

"Here. No distractions."

You pouted playfully at him but complied.

"Very well, Sir Aizawa."

With that, Shōta sat down on your couch and began to fill in paperwork as you went to your bedroom, giving him space to finish work; he needed something else to occupy his mind for a while.

Unfortunately though, that other distraction quickly evaporated, and thoughts of you came back to his mind again.

It took every ounce of self restraint he possessed to not go into your room and jump on top of you immediately; he knew he wasn't going to finish his work if he went that route. So he forced himself to concentrate, doing all the paperwork he could do while he tried to calm down and stop thinking about you in that very specific way for a bit.

After about half an hour, he gave up and went to you to ask if he could use your bathroom. He needed a cold shower to get rid of the needy feeling he had of having his pants pulled down by yourself since you sent that picture earlier.

When he walked into your bedroom, he noticed you had changed your provocative attire into something more comfortable: your usual sleeping clothes.

No, that was not it. He realized you were already wearing one of his shirts, actually – it was a little too big for you.

You were reading a book, and you turned your gaze up when you noticed him enter the room.

"Can I use your bathroom?" He asked quietly.

You raised an eyebrow at him but nodded anyway, motioning to it. "Sure, go ahead."

He thanked you before walking passed you and disappearing into your bathroom. He stayed there for a while, and when he got out of there you weren't caught up in your book anymore.

Instead, he found you in the kitchen preparing some snacks. Your hair was wrapped in a messy bun, and his eyes lingered momentarily on your frame.

You were still as attractive as ever.

He felt a blush creep up onto his face and he quickly averted his gaze to make sure you didn’t catch him ogling your body.

"Hey. Are you feeling better?" You asked, coming over to him, a warm smile adorning your lips.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah I am. Thanks." He told you honestly. "Sorry... I lost track of time."

You chuckled lightly at that. "It's fine. Now come over here and eat." You ordered and pointed towards the table.

He did as he was told and ate his food. You didn't speak a word, instead choosing to just sit there eating and watching him.

And, once you finished, you excused yourself from the table and went to the sink to clean the dishes.

Not long after, Shōta was back to his paperwork, only this time he was sitting at the kitchen counter instead of on the couch.

After another moment, it seemed like he was becoming progressively stressed and irritable and it was starting to worry you; but you didn't want to distract him after he asked you not to, so you limited yourself to glance at him occasionally at each sigh you heard him make.

When he finally had it all done after a few more minutes, he set down his pen and exhaled deeply, before looking up to meet your worried gaze.

He smiled weakly at you as an attempt to reassure you that he was okay. But you didn't buy that, of course.

So you leaned over the countertop, watching him carefully.

"Done?" You asked softly.

He nodded but remained silent, letting out a deep sigh. He hadn’t noticed how tense he’d gotten until you spoke up to him again.

"Are you alright?" You inquired gently.

His brow furrowed slightly and he frowned.

"I guess so. Just stressed, I suppose." He murmured.

"Oh…" you replied, sounding somewhat concerned.

The pause that followed afterwards felt like an eternity to Shōta as he watched you; he wasn’t sure what he should do now that the silence had gone on for so long – you seemed nervous, and nervousness didn't suit you.

He found himself wanting to reach over and cup your cheek, or brush the strands of hair away from your face, anything so he could make you don't feel like that. But he just kept looking at you.

Eventually though, he opened his mouth to speak again.

"Would you... like me to carry you back to your bedroom?" He suggested softly.

"Huh!?" You exclaimed, surprised; you didn't expect this sudden boldness from him.

He smiled lightly in amusement.

"I mean, it seems like you are getting tired, so... yeah." He explained innocently.

You chuckled. "Alright, yes. Please!" You answered, making your enthusiasm clear.

Then, he stood up and walked around the counter, picking you up easily as if you weighed nothing. He carried you bridal style into the bedroom and placed you down gently onto your bed.

He laid down next to you and rested his weight on one of his elbows, prompting his head up to stare down at you for what seemed like ages as you gazed back at him, waiting for him to say or do something; your eyes shining from excitement and your lips forming a huge smile.

Finally, he broke eye contact and ran a hand through his hair.

"Do you think..." he paused, swallowing thickly.

"Do you think maybe we could... you know, continue our earlier activities? ...like... uh..." his face turned a light shade of pink as he trailed off.

"Like what?" You prompted him with a smirk, clearly amused by his awkward behavior; he was really struggling trying to find the right words to express how he was feeling and what he wanted at that moment.

He smiled and averted his gaze.

"Like... cuddling maybe?" He mumbled.

You laughed quietly, unable to resist the urge of poking fun at him.

"Cuddle? Is that all?" You joked.

He glared at you, his embarrassment becoming more apparent.

"No...!" He grumbled, averting his gaze once more.

You giggled. "Why is someone embarrassed about it?" You teased him again, unable to help yourself; he looked adorable when he was flustered. "Or perhaps it has nothing to do with the 'cuddling' part of it?" You smirked.

He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. "Quit the teasing."

"Sorry. I can't help myself." You nudged him playfully and smiled.

He gave you another stern look before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours tenderly.

"Don't tease me anymore." He said after pulling back. You giggled again and continued to tease him anyway.

"Didn't know I was getting you worked up that much." You whispered, running your fingers through his soft locks.

He sighed once more, unable to stop the blush that appeared on his cheeks again.

"Just shut up already." He scolded you, before reaching around the back of your neck and pulling you closer, causing you to gasp slightly in surprise. Then, he kissed you again, deeper than before and that alone made you melt beneath him.

It wasn't exactly a tender and gentle kiss like before. This time it was far more passionate and he was far more aware of what your reactions meant.

After a few moments passed, he pulled back from the kiss, unable to stop himself from staring at your flushed features. He wondered to himself if he should get you out of those clothes now.

So, he slowly traced his hands along your sides, earning a slight shiver from your body. Then, he leaned in and pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips, hoping it'll be enough to put some pressure in his pants.

You moaned quietly against his lips and this sound drove him insane. How did you manage to turn him on like this so easily?

He pulled away from your lips just enough for him to be able to speak properly, before whispering to you.

"If I recall correctly... I thought I told you to not wear anything else tonight."

"Yeah, well," you grinned mischievously. "I've never been good at following orders."

"Really?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Now hurry up and lay there like a good boy." You teased him. "I��ll take care of everything else!"

"I'd rather do it myself." He complained.

"Oh, come on!" You whined. "What's there to do!? I can take care of that myself! We aren't teenagers." You argued.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "But-"

"No 'buts'." You cut him off. "Let me put it like this, Shōta-" You said as you grabbed his hand that had been caressing your side and pulled him toward you; then, you moved your hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, leaning forward and giving him a quick peck on the lips before nipping at his lower lip slightly.

"-I don't mind doing it for you, love. So lay down and let me take care of you." You finished, ordering him again.

He huffed, but complied anyway. He knew he couldn't win any battles with you when you were determined to do something. Besides, he didn't know what else to say, so all he could do was do as you say.

After making sure he was laying comfortably, you straddled his hips and placed both of your hands on either side of his chest, leaning down with a grin on your face and pecking his nose before capturing his lips with yours again.

He returned the gesture immediately and wrapped his arms around your waist; his hands sliding up under your shirt to hold you close.

And, after a few seconds of this, you slipped your tongue between his lips – which he responded enthusiastically, eagerly opening his mouth to allow you entrance.

Then, as soon as your lips left his, you trailed kisses along his jawline and down the side of his neck, letting your lips wander around as you explored his skin and trailed downward, enjoying the way his breath hitched whenever you touched him.

When your teeth brushed against the sensitive skin just above his collar bone, he growled low in his throat, gripping your hips tightly to pull you closer onto his lap.

You reacted at that with an approving hum, wasting no time as you proceeded to nibble and suck lightly on his pulse point; moving your hips slowly on his lap to cause a little bit of friction, craving more of him.

His breathing quickened, and he gripped onto your hip bones even tighter as his erection grew harder than ever within his trousers – he had to fight the strong desire to just push you down onto the mattress, desperate to get inside of you.

You smiled against his neck and continued to grind against him, eliciting a shaky and audible breath from him.

Oh, you were having a lot of fun – you allowed yourself to explore his chest and stomach, trailing kisses along each individual muscle as you went, taking your sweet time to savor every inch of his body as you worked your way down towards his pants.

By the time you'd reached the waistband of his trousers, his breathing was labored, and he was almost panting with need. Suddenly though, you heard him whimper; so you stopped immediately.

"Hm?" You murmured, looking up at him worriedly.

He gulped. "Can't.. you... keep going... like that...? ...please?" He begged, his voice laced with lust.

You smirked. "Of course. I wouldn't want to deprive you of your precious release..." you replied, offering him an innocent smile.

He looked at you suspiciously.

You chuckled, reaching for his waistband to remove his trousers along with his boxers, tossing them aside to make sure they land somewhere where they wouldn't bother him in the morning.

Then, you ran the tips of your fingers slightly over the insides of his thighs, his cock twitching in anticipation.

He bit his lip harshly. "Are you... are you just gonna...stare at my dick all night?" He asked impatiently. "...is that all you're gonna give me?"

You giggled. "Nope, of course not." You said as you took his member in your hand; he let out a quiet sigh of relief as soon as your fingers began to massage him thoroughly.

"Eager, huh?!" You teased, and he only gasped in response.

After a short while, you inhaled deeply and licked your lips, lowering your head to position his shaft at the entrance of your mouth.

Shōta's eyes were glued to your face; he felt his muscles tense in anticipation as he watched you slowly drag your tongue across his tip, making him gasp once more at the sensation.

Soon enough, he reached up and tangled his fingers in your hair, biting his lip as your tongue swiped against the underside of his length.

He let out a shaky breath, watching in absolute bliss as your tongue glided around him.

After you got tired of teasing, you took in another deep breath before sucking him into your mouth; and he couldn't help it – his grip tightened around your hair as pleasure coursed throughout his entire body.

An involuntarily moan left his lips and he tilted his head back, allowing his body to fall helplessly backwards against the pillow.

After a few long moments of stimulation, a small amount of precum splashed onto your lips, eliciting yet another groan from him as you licked it clean.

Then you began sucking again, slowly at first, until you felt him bucking his hips into your mouth as he felt his need for release growing.

He moaned your name between shallow breaths and heavy gasps, gripping your hair painfully as your mouth engulfed him fully.

His breath caught in his throat as his orgasm overcame him; causing him to let out a breathless "fuck!" as he pushed your head further down his length.

Your cheeks then became soaked and you swallowed him down as hard as possible.

Muffled gasps left him as he desperately tried to catch his breath; his grip on your hair loosened and eventually his hand slipped to the bed.

He laid there, breathing heavily as he tried to process what happened. Everything was hazy and his heartbeat was racing. He was so unbelievably weak at that moment, he thought he might pass out any second.

"Y/n..." he managed to say in between heavy breaths.

The sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine; he sounded completely wrecked from your actions, and you grinned widely as you whipped your saliva from the corners of your mouth.

Then, you crawled up over him and placed a light kiss on his neck, causing him to tense up instantly, but relaxing again right after as you continued kissing his skin.

And, when you finally pulled away from his neck and gazed into his eyes, you smiled warmly.

"Hey baby." You whispered, stroking his forehead lovingly as he rested his hands on your hips and returned your gaze.

"Everything okay?" You asked, still smiling at him.

He smirked weakly before responding.

"I think I came earlier than planned." He admitted. "But I'm alright now."

You giggled. "Don't worry too much about it, Sho." You said, giving him a reassuring kiss. "I liked seeing you like that."

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at you.

"You are... something else." He murmured, before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close on top of him again.

You smiled softly as your lips found his once more, brushing it lovingly against each other.

You didn't pull away or deepen the kiss; you preferred to enjoy his gentle touch rather than rush through it – however, before you knew it, his tongue slid against your bottom lip, and you gladly opened your mouth, welcoming his tongue inside.

He slipped his tongue past your lips easily, feeling intoxicated with the taste of you on his own tongue. You brought your legs together underneath you to support yourself against him, leaning your weight against him as he held you tight in place.

His large palms traveled downwards to rest on your ass, and you gasped in delight when he squeezed it gently.

You could feel he was getting hard again beneath you. Unfortunately though, you were still clothed.

So you reluctantly pulled yourself away from him, breaking the kiss momentarily; causing him to growl quietly in protest.

"Sorry, baby. I still need to undress." You apologized.

"No problem. Just hurry up already."

You chuckled softly and pecked his lips. Then, you stood up straight again to pull your shirt off over your head in a haste, before getting rid of your underwear with the same promptitude.

He lifted himself up on his elbows, watching eagerly as you crawled back onto him. You straddled his lap again, smiling up at him.

He smiled brightly in return and placed his index finger on your lips.

"Not yet." He warned you.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Fine. We'll just wait a little longer until you've satisfied me..." you said exasperatedly.

"Good girl." He cooed as he pulled you closer to him, leaning back against the mattress with you on top of him.

You pressed your lips together again, moving in perfect sync. The kiss wasn't heated or aggressive like last time; instead, it was sweet and soft, full of love and affection.

You cupped his face with one hand as he held you tightly against him. And, when the kiss turned more passionate, Shōta felt his arousal throbbing again, and you moaned quietly as he sucked your upper lip into his mouth.

He broke the kiss after a minute, and you took advantage of that to sit yourself back up, running your hands lazily down his chest, lingering slightly in between his scars before settling your hands at his hips.

He gave you a questioning look and you just smiled and gave him a quick wink, signaling that you were okay.

He seemed satisfied with this response and moved his hands to rest on your hips as he urged you down to continue what you were doing. You obliged without hesitation, lowering yourself on him, making sure he understood how much you enjoyed touching him.

He let his fingertips graze the skin on your hip bones, tracing lazy circles on them as you shifted slightly, leaning down to taste his lips as you rode him slowly, eliciting sounds of approval from the both of you.

You closed your eyes contentedly, feeling his tongue entering your mouth for a moment before he nibbled on your lower lip, pulling you close.

He had his hands resting on your hips as he allowed you to work at your pace; which you enthusiastically did.

And, as soon as you felt your legs becoming weaker, you couldn't hold back the whimpers that started to emanate from your mouth.

"Sho... I need you." You breathed out after you felt that you couldn't work your hips alone anymore.

A flash of lust filled his eyes the moment he heard those words leave your lips; so he quickly nodded, pushing you up carefully as he sat up on the bed, tugging you on top of him afterwards.

He grabbed your hips and hoisted you up onto his lap, earning a surprised cry from your lips. His arms wrapped around your waist securely as he rocked his hips upwards with slight pressure, creating friction for both of you.

You moaned softly as he leaned forward and pressed kisses onto your shoulder and neck, sending goosebumps all the way down your spine.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as you tried to grind back against him; your breathing being already erratic.

"That feels so good..." you uttered quietly as he sucked on that sensitive spot on your neck – just an inch below your ear; and now it was his time to smirk triumphantly.

"So does having my dick inside of you." He said smugly.

You blushed profusely when he mentioned that, and you instantly buried your face in the crook of his neck, hiding your embarrassment as well as your desire into his skin.

He chuckled slightly at your reaction and tightened his hold around you.

"Don't hide from me, Y/n." He told you.

You inhaled deeply and nodded, lifting your head up again.

"I know...I'm sorry." You mumbled apologetically before you kept doing your best to ride him properly.

His breathing quickened as you picked up speed again; he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from moaning out loud.

"Fuck...!" He breathed out roughly as you rolled your hips harder, causing him to tighten his grip around you; the sound of the bed cracking rhythmically beneath your movements echoing through the bedroom, muffling both of your moans.

You could feel yourself becoming more stimulated by every passing moment, and Shōta could feel it too – you were clenching tightly around him.

Naturally, he increased the pace as well, leaving you breathless with pleasure as you fought back tears.

"Shōta... I... I-" you stuttered, being unable to finish speaking as a deep groan took over your speech; your climax crashing strongly into you, bringing hot tears to your eyes as you tilted your head back, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing thoroughly your entire body.

A pleased gasp left him when you collapsed onto his chest – your body was trembling, your soaked pussy was squeezing him perfectly – right there; right where he liked it the most.

So his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, and he kept his pace until he came as well; emitting a satisfied grunt while filling you up with his warm cum.

Afterwards, the room was completely silent; except for the sounds of the heavy breathing coming from the both of you.

And, after another few moments passed, Shōta finally lifted you off of his lap and laid you down next to him, before turning towards you to capture yourself in his tight embrace.

"I really missed you." He admitted in an almost inaudible voice.

You chuckled lightly. "I missed you too."

A small smile played on his lips and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I can't believe you did that." He murmured sleepily, resting his head comfortably against the pillow.

"Did what? What did I do?" You inquired curiously.

"Made me come first." He muttered in reply, bringing you closer as his arm tightened around your waist.

You felt your cheeks instantly heating up, yet you couldn't help but grin at him.

"Well, I kinda got carried away..." you admitted.

"I don't care, it was amazing." He said confidently, nuzzling against your hair.

A huge smile grew on your lips.

"How long will it take for you to recover from this?" You asked in amusement.

"As long as it takes... I should be fully recovered by tomorrow morning though."

You laughed before cuddling up to his side.

"I guess you better go to sleep then."

"Mhmm." He murmured sleepily as he kissed the top of your head. "You go to sleep too." He said.

"Okie dokie buttercup."

"Y/n!" He exclaimed with annoyance, trying not to laugh.

You grinned as you poked his side teasingly. "What?!"

He looked up at you, seeming genuinely annoyed.

"That was horrible." He scolded.

You pouted childlike and shook your head. "I thought it was hilarious, I can't deny that."

He let out a small chuckle, amused.

"Whatever. Now go to sleep."

"Hmmph!" You mumbled mockingly, snuggling closer to him.

He smirked before placing one last tender kiss on the crown of your head, letting his eyes fall shut as his exhaustion took effect.

You also let out another small chuckle before resting your head against his chest; allowing his heartbeat to lull you into a peaceful sleep.

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Peeta mellark x male reader

We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family.

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part one: Over there, buddy

Part two:You’re here right now. :)

Part three: Click here, pepperoni salami.

Wattpad account: L0calxDumbass

I separated with Gale and Katniss for a while, telling them I needed air. I sighed, leaping from branch to branch in the thicket of trees. Bread, not just bread, baker's bread. If I'm lucky I could get just enough squirrels for the baker, he had a taste for it but his wife was much of a witch, so he only buys it when she's not around.

I remembered how she found me stealing some burnt bread from the trashcan. I looked at her with wide eyes, frozen, I thought I was going to die, stealing was punishable for death, after all. But she just let me go, screaming about her frustration of Seams picking through her trash.

I got bread that day either way.

I landed on a sturdy branch, spotting a squirrel on the tree adjacent to me; it was quite huge, I'm sure he'd love this. Let's just hope the witch isn't home by the time I give this to him.

I crouched down, still as a statue as I watched the squirrel run up and down the tree. I pulled out the thin, glistening dagger, unwrapping its course, leather bindings, which became a makeshift thin rope. I felt my eyes unconsciously widen, watching the squirrel's movements.

My arm aimed, then with a simple flick, the dagger whistled through the air. The small creature was then pinned to the bark of the tree through its eyes. The dagger's blade was thin enough to not damage anything when aimed right.

I pulled on the rope, the blade coming back, dragging the animal carcass with it. A small smile tugged on my face, I can get bread.

Kunal was surely panicking, he was the type to worry about the smallest of things. He once stepped on a cat's tail, Buttercup, Primrose's cat and he bawled, nobody could calm him down. Until he was offered food, that is.

I chuckled at the memory, slowly pulling the blade off the head of the squirrel. I held it in my hands victoriously, a grin on my face. I whistled a small 3 tone song, the chirping mocking birds falling silent before they imitated the tone.

After meeting up, we went back home, passing by the Hob. It was sort of a black market, where coals are transported directly to trains. I disliked it here, the amount of coal dust always bothered me, so when I come here I tend to cover my nose.

We managed to trade six of the fish for good bread, the other two for some salt. The lady who sells soup, the one that always glares at me because I've insulted her soup on multiple occasions, Greasy Sae: took half the greens we gathered, along with the dead dog meat that she calls "beef".

That's why I hate her soups, though it's not like I have much of an option, we can't afford luxury here. Unlike those obnoxious, entitled, privileged people in the Capitol. My jaw clenched at the mere thought of those scums.

We finish our business on the market, so we went to the mayor's house, who was particularly fond of strawberries. We knocked on the back door, his daughter, Madge opening it for us.

She's in Katniss and I's year sits beside us at almost every event because we don't really have groups of friends. For being the mayor's daughter you'd expect her to be an entitled brat or maybe a snob, but she was alright, she kept to herself.

I like that, I hate noisy people, They'll scare away the game, that and I've never really liked loud noises. I still remember the explosions in the mines, it was traumatizing, even though my father didn't meet death there. I really wished he had.

Madge didn't wear her usual attire, instead, she wore an expensive white dress, her blonde hair up with a pink ribbon. Reaping clothes. I felt my face scrunch up, that day was supposed to be a form of celebration. It's more of a way for the capitol to show who's in control.

We were being punished for the crimes of the people who failed, disguised as some form of celebration. It's disgusting.

"Pretty dress," Gale complimented. Madge shoots him a look, trying to see if it's genuine or if he was just being ironic. It was a pretty dress, but it was a waste.

She smiled, "Well, if I'm going to the Capitol, I want to look nice, don't I?"

I clenched my jaw, "But you won't be going to the Capitol," I said coolly, my voice monotone. My eyes landed on a small, circular pin on her dress. Real gold. The testament to the fact that she probably won't be chosen. "You probably have five entries, compared to us, that's a blessing."

"That's not her fault," Katniss said. Madge looked slightly hurt, probably because I've never really spoken my thoughts to her, I try my best to be polite when she engages a conversation with me.

"I know," I responded plainly. Madge smiled towards me, though it was clear it wasn't exactly genuine. She then handed the money for the berries. She looked towards Katniss "Good luck, Katniss"

"You too," She responded.

We walked toward the Seam, I can't help but feel angry. Her? Going to the Capitol? What a joke. When you're twelve your name gets put in the pile once, thirteen twice then so on. Up until your eighteen, where your name is entered seven times.

But the thing is, the rich have an advantage. You can enter your name willingly in the pile when you're starving in exchange for some tesserae. I had been doing this since I was twelve, having entered my name 3 times, for my mother, brother and myself. Every year following suite, it has always been like this.

Now at the age of 16, I've entered my name twenty times, same with Katniss. Gale was in even greater danger, with a number of forty-two.

And she'll be the tribute this year? It can happen but it's deadly slim. I knew Gale felt the same way, listening to him rant about tesserae in the woods with Katniss was enough confirmation, along with the fact that I join in on the rants. Always end it with a promise to destroy the Capitol, somehow.

But what good does that do us?

Gale, Katniss and I divide our spoils, though it wasn't really the evenest distribution. Gale got more, understandably since he has more mouths to feed.

"See you guys in the square," Katniss said, Gale nodded, "Wear something pretty," he joked.

I decided to stop by the bakery, by then the witch should be home but I took my chances. There was Mr Mellark, sitting outside, watching the pigs. He saw me from the corner of his eye, he grinned. "Greyback!' he called.

"Mr Mellark, still up for some squirrel?" I ask, holding the fat one up. He nodded, "You're lucky my wife isn't here, yet. Hold on, I'll get the bread for Kunal," he said, rushing inside.

I walked to the backdoor of the bakery so that he wouldn't trouble himself that much. I waited awkwardly outside, looking at a small bird fluttering about. I whistled, holding my finger out.

The bird landed on my finger, making me smile. From the corner of my eye, I saw a boy, blonde, stocky. Could probably kill me, if I'm being honest. Even though I was fast, I wasn't strong.

Soon enough, the bird flew away with the arrival of the baker, with a loaf of sweet, savoury bread, hot from the oven. "Here you go, Greyback."

I nodded, handing him the squirrel. "Oh!" he hummed, "Have you met my son, Peeta?" he asked, a smile on his face, "You're in the same year, yes?"

I didn't know what to say. Sure, I know him but I don't know that well him that well. My eyes travelled to the boy, who simply waved and briskly walked away. "I don't think so," I answered.

"I better be going, Mr Mellark. Nal needs his favourite bread after all," I said, flashing a small smile before I left. A small pit of dread boiled in my stomach, something bad is going to happen.

But then again, it's Reaping day, nothing good ever happens.

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Send me in the ask box the following info:

AOT

Cosette

She/Her

Bisexual

INTJ + 8

Ravenclaw

Capricorn

I'm a straightforward person. Very blunt and sarcastic. Very dry and dark humour. People either hate me or love me. Boys (and idk why) usually feel very intimidated by me. I love books and music. All dark academia books are my oxygen, can't live without them. As for music, dark indie rock usually does it for me. I'm hard working and usually keep to myself. I appear very put together and am very quiet outside of my friend group, but very confident on stage, for compèring and other functions and while managing a team or people. Very VERY deeply insecure, but no one knows except 2 people on this planet. I have 2-3 friend groups with 3-4 people in them. My personality changes dramatically accordingly, but I feel most at home with my 2 bffs. I'm very reasonable usually, but can be impulsive if paired with the right person. I'm family oriented even though we have a ton of issues. I like to cook, play the piano, play sports like Tae Kwon Do and Swimming. I hate basketball, though. I like reading, sketching and embroidery. I'm very loyal and I don't like saying this, but I feel like always give way too much in a relationship. I am constantly going through an existential crisis as I can't ever stop thinking about my future. My love languages are acts of service and physical touch. Physical touch, though, takes a loooong long time. I'm very formal while speaking with people, but it's not a switch I can turn off. It's not that I do it on purpose. I'm good with kids and parents love me, although they shouldn't. I'm an astronomy nerd, current studying in the STEM branch of my school. I love singing. And sometimes writing as well. I'm sorry if my thoughts are coming off as very sporadic rn, it's 3 am and I can't sleep lol. Btw, I find horror movies hella funny, like they crack me up so much. It's so dumb. But I am a scaredy cat in the dark (not after watching it, just in general), even though I try my hardest not to be. I don't give reactions. Like you could drop out of the sky and I'd say 'Oh' and continue to walk around you. I like watching thrillers, sci-fi and bond movies. Brokeback Mountain, Skyfall, The Imitation Game, The Matrix (the old one), Inception, Given, Sherlock Holmes (BBC), Little Women, Ocean's Eleven series, Spiderman: Into The Spider-Verse, Taare Zameen Par, 3 Idiots and Whiplash hold a special place in my heart though. I rarely cry, but any sort of troubled family dynamic situation makes me bawl my eyes out. Anything you didn't get, I'm sorry about that. If you read through this, you're my hero cuz honestly I wouldn't bear to read through this myself. Thank you for all your time and efforts. Hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you.

Your match is... Eren Yaeger!

Song: Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragon

He also takes a long time to get used to physical touch as he's not really into PDA normally

Watches all the movies you want as long as you're happy, he really cares about your happiness because that means the world to him

Loves how you're formal when speaking, he thinks it's a special touch in you and also appreciates how you're good with kids and that makes him want to have one of his own with you, but only when you'll be ready

He didn't feel intimidated by you at all! Because you made his heart pop for a reason!

#sorry i'm late #i'll catch up with all other matchups sitting in ask box soon #attack on titan #attack on titan matchup #matchups #eren yaeger

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komori--shoma · 4 years ago

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Shoma Umi Komori.

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(I'm sorry if my english is shitty-)

❛A sad soul can kill faster than bacteria.❜

—𝐽𝑜𝒉𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑘

⟅☙⟆ Universe ⟅☙⟆

Diabolik Lovers. I plan, however, to take her out of the universe and make her a character of her own. Or maybe I'll just drop it and do both. Who knows?

⟅☙⟆ Full Name ⟅☙⟆

Shoma Umi Komori.

"Shoma" is a Japanese name that means "Woman who seeks the truth, who is not conformist at all." Her second name, "Umi", is also a Japanese name that means "ocean".

⟅☙⟆ Kanji ⟅☙⟆

ショマ

⟅☙⟆ Nickname ⟅☙⟆

Despite being initially confused by these, as she was not used to it, she was given the nickname "Engel" (which means "Angel" in German) by a family quite close to her. The nickname was given by the mother and head of the family, since in the eyes of that woman, Shoma is an angel.

Seiji, who was the adoptive father of the girl, called the young woman "Astertea", which is quite a "peculiar" name in the bible.

Yui, with whom she is no longer in contact with Shoma, used to call her "Sho" or "Shomi" affectionately.

⟅☙⟆ Age ⟅☙⟆

She is eighteen years old, although she looks a bit younger.

⟅☙⟆ Gender ⟅☙⟆

Feminine.

⟅☙⟆ Sexual Orientation ⟅☙⟆

She doesn't know yet. Doesn't really bothers her to know.

⟅☙⟆ Height ⟅☙⟆

160 cm.

⟅☙⟆ Weight ⟅☙⟆

She used to weigh 35 kg., But now she is a proud 64.5 kg.

⟅☙⟆ Blood type ⟅☙⟆

OR-

⟅☙⟆ Status ⟅☙⟆

Alive.

⟅☙⟆ Race ⟅☙⟆

Human

⟅☙⟆ Birthday ⟅☙⟆

June 20th.

⟅☙⟆ Sign ⟅☙⟆

Gemini.

⟅☙⟆ Favorite Color ⟅☙⟆

Light blue and night blue.

⟅☙⟆ Appearance ⟅☙⟆

There is a great before and after in her appearance, and even though she is not shown in her story (at the end of the card), there was the occasional change in her future.

The girl has oculocutaneous albinism, so her skin and hair are snow-white. Her hair, due to a small "situation", was long, straight and lifeless. Her hair almost touched her waist, and she basically managed to cover her view. She is now a cute short hairstyle down to the nape of hers, wavy and neat.

Her skin is very pale and fragile, although now she is somewhat better, before she was simply rough and damaged. She has several deep burns and scars on this one as well.

The young woman, despite not having very good eyesight, has beautiful eyes of a light blue color, somewhat grayish.

She has a mark on her right leg in the shape of a fox with several stars on it. It's a pretty special symbol, but she keeps it covered most of the time.

She usually did not wear clothes other than bandages to cover herself, although she still finds old clothes to wear, even though she was a little too big. Now, she got used to wearing light clothes that cover most of her body; like jeans, leggings, or long dresses with something underneath. She doesn't really like to wear short or see-through clothes.

⟅☙⟆ Personality ⟅☙⟆

Many think that she simply doesn't have any kind of emotion. Shoma never shows any kind of expression in public, she is shown with her face up and with a look so cold that she makes it true to her appearance. The young woman is too serious, and depending on the person, it is very difficult to get her out of her typical attitude.

Sho is an elegant little girl, and full of grace despite all her troubles. She will never be friendly enough in front of someone (again, it depends on the person), but she will also not feel uncomfortable or unwelcome unless that is the goal of the little one. Shoma knows that she is able to erase someone from the earth fas if she wishes, but she doesn't abuse that thought, you just have to be careful not to make her angry or touch her too much. It could be a big mistake.

Still, well ...

She is always alert, so it is very easy for her to get nervous or anxious most of the time.

She can also happen that she cannot do something right (she finds it very difficult to concentrate / think on several occasions, as well as sometimes she finds it difficult to understand what happens around her, etc). Still, it is something that doesn't happen as much as before, after leaving the aforementioned situation in which she found herself.

She is easily frustrated, and this happens when she recognizes that she has trouble thinking. It's very easy for her to cry or tear up in frustration (she doesn't do it in public, she refuses to do it, but that only makes it worse). Also, her coping strategy is simply not talking about her emotions and keeping a straight face all the time.

Still, and even though she very reluctantly accepted help, Sho is willing to change and improve (even if she has to go through hell first). She has shown to be too cunning for her age and to behave as if she were an adult, and even though she is slowly trying to behave according to her age, she is very difficult for her as well.

Anyway, Shoma can also be a girl who listens to others and is willing to do it regardless of the situation, and she is always there to be a shoulder on which one can cry. She also tends to have fun when she feels calm around her, being one of the few moments when she feels and acts like a young little girl.

⟅☙⟆ Relatives ⟅☙⟆

⟣ Seiji Komori: Adoptive father. Currently dead.

⟣ Yui Komori: Adoptive sister. Currently alive.

⟅☙⟆ Favorite Food ⟅☙⟆

She doesn't have a single specific favorite food, but she definitely likes sweet and simple foods, like grated applesauce and banana, or a fruit salad.

⟅☙⟆ Hoobies ⟅☙⟆

⟣ Shoma likes to make paintings with her hands. She serves to entertain him and clear her mind.

⟣ She also likes to make crowns with different types of flowers, even some bracelets and necklaces.

⟣ She has a certain fascination for mathematics and literature, so it is normal to see her do either of the two when she is bored. The problem is when she has a hard time doing a difficult exercise.

⟣ She Likes to play decorating and decision-making video games. She likes to decorate and combine, so it is normal for her as a hobby to do the odd combination in video games, or in a room.

⟣ It may not count as a hobby, but Shoma loves to watch an episode of a series that she likes or a movie many times to imitate the lines, as if it were some kind of dubbing attempt.

⟅☙⟆ Occupation ⟅☙⟆

None, she doesn't consider herself a student, even if she studies at home.

⟅☙⟆ Relationships ⟅☙⟆

⟣ Seiji Komori, adoptive father.

She did not have a good relationship with him no matter how hard she tried at the time. It was too obvious the favoritism that he had with Yui, and how she always stayed in the shadow of the blonde. Despite trying to be like Yui, he could never have any kind of acceptance with her father.

⟣ Yui Komori, adoptive sister.

He adored her with her soul. Yui was Shoma's heroine, and she always tried to follow her example despite her unruly attitude as a child. The elder Komori was Shoma's world, and he simply wanted to be with her all the time.

Things have changed now. She can't even look at her. The disgust and hatred that he has for that now young woman is simply immense. And believe it when I say she tries; she tries too hard to forget so many things that caused this feeling, but she just can't.

⟣ Yvonne Beauchene, the right hand.

Shoma's only trusted person alongside her family. Yvonne was Shoma's guardian from the day he arrived at the church, although she had some problems because of it, and that is the reason why she had to leave, but surely nothing bad could happen, right?

⟅☙⟆ Likes ⟅☙⟆

⟣ Despite not having tasted it in recent years, she liked (and still remembers the taste of it, so she still likes) Yvonne's orange tarts a lot. She used to do them when Seiji was not at home for her, Yui and Shoma.

⟣ She loves music, especially the one that doesn't have any type of letter and is only a beautiful and hypnotizing melody. Her favorite, and also Yvonne's, is "The Vampire Masquerade", which is the melody which Yvonne met her husband.

⟣ Regarding the above, she usually daydreams many times with music in the background and she likes that (because the real world sucks and it is her only way out of the stress and anxiety that she feels most of the time). She sometimes even draws or paints those scenarios that are formed in her head.

⟣ As said before, she likes to play decorating and decision-making video games. Also, despite having the face of wanting some horror games (these make her heart race and sometimes she has panic attacks), she prefers Animal Crossing by a lot.

⟣ Loves snakes (which are not poisonous), cats and dogs. Snakes are very good company, and cats and dogs are responsible for keeping her calm.

⟅☙⟆ Dislikes ⟅☙⟆

⟣ Despite having been seen surviving based on it, she does not like meat very much. Of course, she can bear it, she even likes some (very few) meat dishes !, but there are certain types of meat that remind him too much of ... well, her own meat.

⟣ Obviously, she can't stand going to churches or things related to religion. She gets too anxious and nervous.

⟣ Her body and mind literally rejects any kind of physical affection if she doesn't know the person very well or doesn't trust them. It's no surprise, considering her personality. Very few people are lucky enough to even put a hand on her shoulder and not get hurt (Shoma doesn't do it on purpose).

⟅☙⟆ Fears and Phobias ⟅☙⟆

⟣ Somniphobia: fear of sleeping.

Oneirophobia, somniphobia, clinophobia or hypnophobia is an irrational and excessive fear of the act of sleeping. People who suffer from it enter a state of panic caused by the fear that while they are sleeping something terrible will happen to them, such as the possibility of stopping breathing or that they will never wake up, even knowing that there is no threat, but they stay awake, presenting insomnia. Some people who have this phobia associate going to bed with death.

In some cases, panic is unleashed by the belief that the dreams that will be had when sleeping are actually delusions and these will favor falling into a state of permanent madness. This type of phobia generates a great deal of stress and significant physical and mental deterioration, so it is not uncommon for many people to end up suffering from hallucinations, a fact that further aggravates this type of phobia: fear of sleeping.

Shoma cannot sleep because various things used to happen during these. She remembers well once a nun (then she disappeared without a trace) entered her room and hanged her, almost killing her if it weren't for Yui screaming for help.

⟣ Theophobia: fear of religion.

Theophobia is the fear or aversion to religion or the gods, and being more common among people who are raised in an environment of iron religiosity. Theophobia can express itself as fear, aversion, anger, or other negative emotion towards religious practices. In some cases, the theophobic representation can categorize the deity as an arbitrary totalitarian dictator or, conversely, as unworthy of worship.

It is common among people who suffer from theophobia to avoid religious texts, houses of worship (churches, mosques, synagogues ...) and even the parishioners of a religion.

The young woman lived in a church for years and was not treated as "a daughter of God", but as "an aberration of satan" by her father and certain nuns. She causes him so much fear that, if there really is a god, she has abandoned her for "not being worthy". Many things together caused this irrational fear of religion in general.

⟣ Hafephobia: fear of being touched.

Hafephobia is a specific phobic disorder (unlike agoraphobia or social phobia) that causes great suffering in the person who suffers from it.

It is an irrational fear of great intensity that manifests itself when the individual suffering from the phobia comes into physical contact with other people and is touched. It produces a series of cognitive, physiological or behavioral responses, among which extreme anxiety and the attempt to avoid the feared stimulus to reduce the unpleasant sensation stand out.

Shoma, of course, is working on this and for now she's doing very well, but if she's some stranger, she isn't going to allow herself to be touched or touched by another individual. She is so afraid that every touch will turn into a blow or something to harm her.

⟣ Atazagoraphobia: fear of forgetting.

Atazagoraphobia is the excessive fear of forgetting, which includes both the fear of forgetting and the fear of being forgotten or replaced by others. Despite the fact that it is a common sensation, atazagoraphobia has been little described in scientific language. In fact, it has been more pointed out by philosophers and writers who speak of atazagoraphobia as the fear of eternal anonymity.

Shoma was literally forgotten or ignored from a young age, and she doesn't want to go through it again. She doesn't want to feel so cold again that she can't breathe properly or move. She can't, she doesn't want to...

⟅☙⟆ Headcannon Voice ⟅☙⟆

Mia Rodríguez.

⟅☙⟆ Skills ⟅☙⟆

⟣ She is impressively good with knives and razors. She usually uses them for cooking.

⟣ Literally she can imitate many voices, even male ones. She uses it to make jokes or for some plan (to get some dessert) that she has in mind.

⟣ She is becoming more and more independent, and that is why she is getting very good at cooking. She even manages to focus on that rather than other things.

⟅☙⟆ Extra ⟅☙⟆

⟣ She has undiagnosed “attention deficit hyperactivity disorder”.

⟣ She tends to bite her arm or bite her nails if she is very anxious.

⟣ It is difficult for her to accept some changes in her life, but she manages to adapt step by step.

⟣ She likes to play with Yvonne's family, August, her husband, being Shoma's favorite.

⟣ She is considerably innocent of the world around her, but at the same time, she isn't. She is aware that the world revolves around that filthy green paper, and she is very clever with it. She knows that her "condition" and her situation may be a weak point, but it is for that reason that she is also careful who she hangs out with.

⟅☙⟆ History ⟅☙⟆

Shoma arrived at the doors of the Komori family church on May 22, 2001, with only a note that said "My name is Shoma, Mom and Dad can no longer take care of me," just three weeks after I was born. She was greeted by one of the local sisters, a favorite of the owner and leader of that church, Seiji Komori. The latter named was not on that cold night, with the snow falling slowly in that beautiful place, so the same sister took care of the girl in his absence.

A girl with blond hair and pink eyes like the petals of a cherry tree approached said sister, curious by the cries that began to be heard. Seeing her up close, and seeing that beautiful celestial gaze, the seven-year-old girl took the girl in her arms (with the permission of her sister), and did not leave her during that night until the next day. It was no surprise to the sister that her crying stopped as soon as the young Komori began to gently cradle her in her arms.

Still, from the moment Seiji arrived, he knew that something was wrong with the girl, that she was "not human", and that he probably knew whose "gift" it was. Shoma was unwelcome, and he couldn't show her that in public, not with Yui close to her. Also, the plan deviated. No, he isn't supposed to have two daughters, and she is supposed to be just one more orphan, but the young blonde girl already called her "Shoma Umi Komori", and that could be ... Something dangerous for him. Obviously, the orders for Shoma to come to his office were not long in coming as soon as he was two years old.

What Shoma saw in her supposed father's room was sealed in her mind, and nothing else. Every time Shoma was called to her father's office, her heart raced because she knew something bad was going to happen. Every time that happened it was because she Shoma found out more and more that she was going to happen to every sixteen, maybe seventeen-year-old on certain dates. It was because Shoma knew too much about her, and if he couldn't make her forget everything she had seen, then she would silence her to her grave. Every time Shoma gained courage and told Yui, she was scolded for inventing such things, and she would see her father again for "breaking her promise" to him.

The only one who managed to believe her is the same sister who received her the day Shoma arrived there, although that same sister would get a serious face everytime Sho told her that, she never had to see her father when she told Yvonne.

But, one day, Seiji went a bit far with the punishments, and let the fury just blind him, even if he didn't even regret it afterwards. Seeing Shoma talk to someone... Important, once this man left the church it just infuriated him. That man's smile when he stopped talking to her and saw him in the eye was not good news at all. That night, everyone heard the screams of a three-year-old girl resound throughout the establishment, and she was found in the middle of the hall with a desperate Seiji, saying that she had been playing with a poker and that she tripped, with it smacking part of her face.

Shoma began to startle every time someone moved near her, every time someone placed her hand on some part of her body, or when they called her, or when they approached her. She didn't separate from Yui or the sister she trusted so much, and even though it started to be annoying for Yui as she grew older, there were very few times when she was really rude to Shoma due to the fatigue of having her on her back every day three seconds, but they just didn't help Shoma with her fear of being alone, either with Seiji, or with certain nuns. The sister who had her trust steadfastly refused to leave her alone if she wasn't with Yui, although it was only because she slipped out of sight once.

Things escalated to the worse on December 12, 2006, at exactly a quarter past two in the morning. It was precisely an exhausting day for the girl, because the nun who was taking care of her and her sister had to leave due to family problems, or so they told her.

The albino-haired girl couldn't sleep due to some nightmares, even though she had become very habitual. The young woman began to hear murmurs and footsteps outside the room that she shared with Yui, and she could make out her father's voice. She could make out her desperate tone from her ... And, strangely, anger.

Carefully, she got out of her bed without making any noise, but following a little voice in her head, she took the camera that belonged to the blonde that was a gift from her only trusted caregiver, and opened slowly the door. Her father had locked himself in her office, and she could hear someone else's voice. On tiptoe, he approached the door ajar, and looked behind it. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw the body of one of the older girls on the ground, tied up and with blood pouring from her head. That memory is somewhat blurry, but it remembers very well various parts of the conversation between her father and a man with long hair. She took photos, and to her surprise, they did not have flash, and the photos came out perfectly ... That woman had many strange objects.

Once she finished, she turned, intending to leave, but one of the nuns spotted her, yelling to warn Seiji. Shoma wasted no time running and closing in on her sister's room, which she was awakened by her scream. Shoma told her everything quickly, leaving the photos to hide them, and the little girl didn't hesitate long to jump out the window (it was not the first time that she did that out of boredom), and she ran away from there. Still, the nun had gone ahead, and it wasn't long to be just a few steps away from her with her father's poker, part of them burning.

She remembers her sister with hatred seeing it all in horror and just standing there with the camera in her hands, shaking, to simply turn and turn her back on him.

In the blink of an eye, she was dragged by her hair by her "father" and other nuns, and before she had a chance to run away, the girl was thrown into the basement, away from other people, away from Yui, away from everyone. She tried to get out, scream, but no one ever came.

Nobody, nobody at all...

And here ends her story. The young woman, thanks to her curiosity, sealed her fate. She was destined to die in that place, even if she didn't want that, alone and starving, not knowing if Yui or someone would remember her...

But they say that there is always someone who takes care of us somewhere, right? Even if she has no hope... Maybe there really is someone, even without her knowing it.

#shoma komori #komori shoma #diabolik brothers #diabolik lovers #diavolik lovers #diabolik oc #diabolik lovers oc #diabolik #diaboliklovers #dia lovers #dialovers #describe your oc #oc info

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defiant-firefly · 4 years ago

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Yo! Do you have any headcanons for team interactions and such in your p5r labby au? I'm really interested in the little things of how she meshes with the other characters

I do! Though everything is likely to change cause my mind is always a muddle till I actually ya know... Get there

Labrys strikes me as the type that will love literally anything that's not related to her past so I'm gonna take that and run a bit

Haru probably has the best relationship with her since she's around the longest in this AU aside from Yoshizawa. Labrys helps her out with her gardening and stuff and Haru has the patience of a saint with her and all her questions on how plants just grow. She likes showing her all these pretty flowers and stuff and they trade tips on axe wielding and stuff. Jdkdn they walk into Iwai's and Labrys is like 'so what kinda gun ya want?' and Haru points at the most explody thing she can see like 'that one.' and the second she first uses it she has the stupidest smile on her face and now Labrys wants one too.

Morgana is the one that wisely banned Labrys from using guns. She can't aim for shit and she nearly shot his tail off once so he makes the call that she's not allowed to shoot unless everyone is at a large, safe distance. He's encouraging towards her when it comes to making infiltration tools and he likes to bounce between staying with the different members of the team rather than just one. He absolutely abuses the fact Labrys doesn't have much of an understanding on what animals need to eat and will have sushi or curry or anything he can convince her is necessary to his health. Sojiro is like 'just give him cat food?' and then turns around and gives him curry and Morgana is loving it. Labrys is always fussing over him in his cat form though and while he pretends he hates it, he adores all the attention she loves giving him.

Makoto is a fun one. As student council president, Labrys looks up to her a great deal especially at first. Makoto's arc is a bit different in this AU but she becomes Labrys' go to when it comes to questions about how the world works. The team like dragging her into their shenanigans and whenever Makoto doesn't know the song they're singing in the Monabus there's a bunch of scandalised gasps and later Labrys spams her texts with all the songs she didn't know and all the new ones they're getting into. It takes ages before Labrys starts calling her by her name instead of 'Miss President' and it kinda irritates her but she kinda gets it.

Futaba introduces Labrys to Featherman and they maybe get a showtime where they imitate Team Rocket or something with Morgana. Once they get to know eachother, they bully eachother just a little bit in good fun and Sojiro just watches when these two get started with their little bickering matches like 'ah shit here we go again'. No one ever wins it usually ends with them both laughing about whatever dumb thing the other said last. Futaba likes to joke that she fears nothing since Labrys has the ability to talk to people and she doesn't and you can't tell me Futaba isn't a bad influence. At some point she's sat there trying to get Labrys to say 'fuck' and the next they've invented a coffee called 'Cyanide' so if anyone asks what they recommend they can say 'For you? Cyanide.' Basically: these two are chaos incarnate. Do not start a prank war. Futaba the master strategist will lead them to victory.

This is turning into a long post huh? But uhh Ryuji starts singing in the Monabus and suddenly these two are best friends. She helps him with training where she can and they hang out at the arcade sometimes building a hoard of tickets to get the biggest prizes possible. Labrys kinda gravitates towards him when she's feeling a little low and his persona's natural electric abilities are to blame. They leak out into the real world a bit and charge his phone a little and stuff so when Labrys is near she gets a little boost too. Ryuji uses it as an excuse to hug her. Futaba ships it but doesn't complain when they both hug her and her wireless headphones charge back up. He's kinda protective of the team, but especially with Ann and Labrys. He will not let her live down how she forgets she could yeet a train across the whole of Shibuya whenever she asks how he forgets his homework or something. He also probably loves the short jokes.

Ann uhh... Is Ann I guess? She's one of the ones my brain struggles to visualise doing stuff honestly. Maybe they go shopping together and just try on all the silly hats and stuff they can find. I have a few ideas for things they can do but they're spoiler heavy so I'll skip over those. She also forgets about Labrys' super strength and is amazed by it every single time she effortlessly lifts something. Maybe the one to explain sexualities to Labrys? I dunno I've not messed around much with her arc yet.

Yusuke is... Uhh well he's very spoiler heavy. They're both people watchers and just like vibing in eachothers company. They're very protective of eachother but don't necessarily talk much. He does become her curry taste tester though. She's determined to make sure he doesn't go hungry just like the rest of the team is. I dunno, they're vibers. Could both probably turn into theatre kids at the drop of a hat though

Yoshizawa is a fun one. Labrys isn't exactly human and Maruki didn't account for that and her already decent knowledge of illusionary abilities so Labrys is constantly getting her name wrong until they come up with a nice nickname to use instead. It kinda freaks Yoshizawa out but she sees Labrys calling Makoto 'Miss President' for ages and assumes she just sometimes has problems with names or something but being called her dead sister's name is weird as hell. They're relationship is a bit strained at first thanks to all that but it gets better. They're constantly supporting eachother and building eachother up. They do it with the rest of the team but when they do it with eachother they can be going back and forth for a while. Everyone outside their group assumes they're together. Whether they are or not is anyone's guess at this point though. Yoshizawa can and will eat as many Big Bang Burger kids meals as it takes to get Labrys all the spaceship toys and Labrys will practice for hours the gymnastics stuff she's been taught so she can get it right the next time they hang out. They will kill you with nice words and sunny smiles and feel no remorse and Akechi wonders how the fuck he's survived in their presence for more than five minutes. They're innocent oblivious beans and they get along so well singing showtunes with Ann and Ryuji in the Monabus.

I plan to give Akechi an overhaul I've not yet worked much on yet so I'll skip on him for now. And Akira has his own arc and stuff now that I don't really wanna spoil too much but he is sucked into what the school are now calling 'The Gardening Cult' with all the others.

I spent maybe too long on this but I don't care it was fun thanks for asking buuuud ^-^

#persona 5 royal #persona 4 arena #labrys #p5r labrys au #I'd tag everyone but I'm lazy and the cat is demanding food #i love this au #its so fun #if i could manage to focus on Ann in my head for a bit though that'd be great #a lot changes in this au ndkosjd #no one is safe from the au ray of doom #oh ub #long post #does akechi even count as a thief?#uh im gonna say no.#at least for now anyway #things will get clearer when i get there my head is a muddle honestly #it'll be fun when i do get there cause who knows whats gonna happen outside the main plot i got planned??#not me not you not anyone we have fun here #hope I've not given too much away here hmmm

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