#age gap self ship

[hatorishimaselfship]

😚 Write about the first time something romantic happened between you and your F/O.

Under cut!

Word Count: 1,401 Warnings: Age gap, Adult x Minor, Body Transformation Mention, Curses

The day had already been a long one for Hatorishima, and classes were about to switch over - she’d be getting new students any week now. It filled her with a little bit of excitement, but also dread. She was just a teaching assistant, rather than the proper teacher, so it wasn’t as daunting as it could have been but students could be rowdy. Even here, where most people knew to sit politely and listen in on their lessons, it’s not unheard of for a few delinquents to slip through the cracks. This had her up all night baking several goods to calm herself - cookies, lemon bars, blondies, and more. She even had two slices of chocolate cake saved in a tupperware for her lunch break. She forgot to eat them when her lunch break came around, and the end of the day approached.

Meanwhile, Yashiro Nene, a first-year highschooler had gotten into several scrapes that day. She had eaten a mermaid’s scale, becoming cursed to retain the form of a fish forever and serve under a mermaid. She had encountered the ghost known as Hanako-san, one who split the curse between himself and Nene to allow her to become human again, as long as she wasn’t wet - and worked under him. Hatorishima had overheard the scuffle and witnessed the situation, being adept at spotting yokai. That Hanako-san ghost had told poor Yashiro he’d allow her the “bare minimum” of a normal life.

Yashiro seemed mostly okay with this, even working under him, as long as she got to be human. She was made to clean the girls’ bathroom for the end of the day as Hatorishima graded papers, worried about the girl and how things would fall when the full emotional weight finally hit her. Yashiro may not have been her student yet, but a student cursed by yokai was her student regardless of classes.

Once the bell had chimed and Yashiro was freed from her restroom cleaning prison, she began to pass by Hatorishima’s classroom - now was the teaching assistant’s chance - the teacher had left earlier that day, and nobody else was in sight. Hatorishima opened the door and got to speaking, a little nervous, especially when Nene jumped back in fright.

“A-ah! Sorry for scaring you.” Hatorishima began, thinking over the student records of her class-to-be. “Yashiro Nene, correct?” A small nod from the student to confirm, Hatorishima smiling slightly as she manages to muster up the courage to bring everything up. “You’ll be in my English class next week - though, I’m a teaching assistant, not a teacher - Um, I… saw what happened today.”

Nene’s taken aback, not sure how to respond. What happened today? She can’t just tell a teacher she got turned into a fish! They’d never believe her, she has to think of whatever else it was that this person might’ve seen! “O-oh! Um, if it’s about the bento… Um, I didn’t mean to scare Minamimoto-senpai! I just wanted to gift him something nice! I didn’t know he’d get so worried! Very sorry, miss!” she begins to ramble, wanting to make sure she doesn’t get into too much trouble, waving her arms frantically.

The teaching assistant chuckles a little, not to make fun of Nene, but to try and reassure her things were okay. “No, not that. You’ve not done anything wrong, Yashiro-san.” Hatorishima confirms. “I can see yokai, and I saw what that ghost had you go through. Becoming a fish… the mermaid in the classroom… it must have been so scary for you, huh?” her voice softens, wanting to make sure Nene knows she’s not being scolded. “As your English class’s teaching assistant for the year, starting next week, and someone that can see yokai - I wanted to offer you a safe person to talk to whenever things become difficult with that ghost or yokai in general. You can speak to me whenever you want, even if I’m busy with class. My name’s Hatorishima Hajime, but feel free to avoid the Sensei honorific, I’m not a full teacher.”

Yashiro, hearing about the situation being related to the yokai - the seven mysteries - the thing she was trying to avoid mentioning, causes her to pause for a moment as she processes the information. “WH-WH-WHAAA!?” She exclaims, her face full of shock. “PLEASE DON’T TELL ANYONE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED, HATORISHIMA-SENPAI!” Yashiro begs. Senpai - She’s still older than Nene, and it feels wrong to not use an honorific at all.

Hatorishima shakes her head, tone still soft. “Don’t worry, Yashiro-san. I wouldn’t air your struggles openly when they seem to be causing you a lot of stress… and for Hanako-san telling you he’d only give you the bare minimum of a normal life… it’s incredibly cruel.” Hatorishima reaches into her bag, pulling out her tupperware - both slices of chocolate cake still in tact, neither eaten.

Yashiro finally notices the weight of those words - the bare minimum of a normal life… not a full life, like she wanted. The bare minimum. It would mean there’s so much that she doesn’t get offered. The potential she never ends up marrying… the potential she never moves in with the person of her dreams, when she finds them… the potential that she’d never get to have enough time with her friends. She begins to tear up, the tears slowly turning into full-blown crying.

“Bare minimum…?” she whimpers. “He did say that… didn’t he?” Her voice shaky, her eyes cloudy from the water flowing from her tear ducts. “Hatorishima-senpai… does that mean I won’t have a full normal life?” She questions - if this teaching assistant can see yokai, she might know what yokai mean more.

“It might, Yashiro-san…” Hatorishima admits, not wanting to lie to this girl despite her age. If she’s truly being limited, it’s best to be honest… however, it doesn’t sit right with her to let this girl go through such a heavy struggle alone. She can’t stand those words from the ghost. Bare minimum? It doesn’t just fail to sit right, Hatorishima’s sure that it isn’t right.

“You agreed to Hanako-san’s terms, but… Are you really okay with that, Yashiro-san?”

“Of course not!” Nene manages to give back, looking up to the woman with her eyes still leaking tears, scales forming on her cheeks from the moisture - it’s clear the curse wasn’t fully mitigated when that happens, too - such a heavy consequence for only a partial fix to the curse. Hatorishima is certain this ghost isn’t treating Nene well.

Hatorishima inhales, and gently brings Nene closer, into a hug - she knows she shouldn’t hug a student like this, but Nene seems to really need it. “I know, Yashiro-san… it’s really scary.” She gently comments, rubbing her back. “I really shouldn’t be saying this to a student, but… if Hanako-san won’t offer you a full life as a consequence of agreeing to his terms… how does it sound if I try to give you one?” She thinks on how to explain this to Nene, wanting to come up with the right phrasing, hoping it wouldn’t appear as odd - before stating it outright.

“I’m an adult, so… I’d open up a lot more opportunities for you that ghosts like Hanako and friends your age might not be able to. Ones that your parents might not be able to, as well, if you don’t want to explain the curse.”

As Nene is hugged and reassured, she feels herself calming down, even if the tears don’t stop and her cheeks stay stained wet with her crying, she’s able to muster a response. “You’d really do that for me, Hatorishima-senpai?” she questions, to be met with a nod in response. She starts to smile again, hugging the teaching assistant tighter than the initial embrace began. “I… I think I’d like that. Um… if you’re going to be involved in my life so much to help with that… you can call me Nene-chan now.” she mumbles under her breath - hoping Hatorishima might need to ask again, but the green-haired adult picked up on it the first time.

“... You’ve been crying, Nene-chan.” she points out - an obvious statement, but one that needs addressed - she points toward her classroom desk and the tupperware. “How about we get you some water or ramune, and you can share the chocolate cake I baked? Let’s calm you down before home. It’ll mark a nice start to your spiting-Hanako full life”

[the-heartlines]

age gap rhaenicent feat. older jealous rhaenyra with her new young queen and stepmother

“Just because you are my father’s new wife, does not mean you’ll ever be my queen!” Rhaenyra cried, sounding young, insipid, jealous, tears pooling in her eyes. “Or my mother, Lady Hightower!”

The young girl, Lady Hightower, remained calm, staring at Rhaenyra with her big brown eyes, saying nothing.

She was too polite, too proper to speak to a princess as her new stepdaughter was speaking to the newest queen. 

It made Rhaenyra shudder with anger, with sheer sadness that her father had chosen someone more than a decade younger than her. 

Almost young enough to be her own daughter.

But Alicent Hightower was far more level headed than Rhaenyra, being her own father’s puppet on a string; one that the hand of the king successfully replaced with her dead mother, when her mother’s blood still stained the place where Alicent slept.

The thought made her skin prickle with rage, the dragoness awakening.

“I will never accept you as more than my father’s whore.” Rhaenyra spat, growling low in her throat, thinking about this pretty, pious girl spreading her legs for a man twice her age. 

Alicent’s pink lips parted as if she was going to speak, but then she closed them, flaring her nostrils instead.

Rhaenyra’s heart and veins were pulsating, roaring with a river of blood.

Good, let her be angry with me. I want her to know how much I despise her.

“What is it, stepmother? Do you have nothing to say to me? Spit it out.” Rhaenyra looked at the young girl’s plump lips again, wondering if her father made her cry, scream when he fucked her the first time, tearing through and taking her maidenhead for himself. 

She also wondered if those cries, the screams of pain, were now ones of pleasure. If her father’s new queen, her perfect  and pristine stepmother moaned like a wanton whore whenever he fucked her.

Rhaenyra pictured Alicent in the throws of passion, lust, pleasure, her lovely figure writhing on the bed. 

She would be so small, vulnerable, even below me.

The thought blinds Rhaenyra with want, desire and before she knows it she’s striding towards her new stepmother, crashing her lips to hers in a passionate kiss. 

Alicent finally utters a noise, a shocked gasp, one of delight, before she’s moaning into her stepdaughter’s mouth, already drunk after one taste.

Rhaenyra’s lips are brutal and demanding, her kiss frenzied as she wraps her arms around Alicent, pulling her small chest close to her heavy breasts. 

Rhaenyra has never kissed anyone so delicate, so soft, like this; with teeth and tongue, saliva and salty tears—pouring all her hurt, her grief, her suffering into the young queen’s mouth, letting her intense emotions empty down her throat. 

“Princess,” a sweet voice moans. low and so so prettily, but it snaps Rhaenyra back to reality, pulling away from her suddenly, and Alicent tries to follow, fall back upon her lips, back into her stepdaughter’s arms, but Rhaenyra keeps her once again at arm’s length, angry with herself.  

Angry with how she let this girl burrow her way into the very flesh, flesh that’s feverish and needy, wanton and desperate for affection, for touch.

She grips her fists around Alicent’s arms, pressing her now swollen, bitten lips together in a harsh line. Lips that mirror her stepmother’s that are even plusher, pinker, now that Rhaenyra has tasted them, tasted her.

“Princess?” The queen questions, worry outlining her wide eyes, blown almost obsidian brown.

Rhaenyra takes a deep breath in and out through her nose, because she can smell her cunt. 

How wet and ripe and sweet—earthy and woodsy, full of spice.

Alicent’s presence is all consuming, her scent too much for Rhaenyra to bear, so she loosens her grip around her stepmother and flees from her, running away, leaves her with her finger marks lingering, bruised into her young flesh.

Princess echoes behind her, louder, more hoarse this time, but Rhaenyra’s feet take her far from the hurt in Alicent’s voice, not  ready to face the feelings that threaten to open like a gaping wound. The emotions that pour from her like blood, because the Lady Hightower is like a dagger, digging into Rhaenyra’s flesh, slicing her soul open, to be naked, vulnerable. 

And around her new mother, her new queen, Rhaenyra feels the most vulnerable, the most naked. And most of all she longs to feel that way, craves it from the girl she so despises, who has stolen everything from her. 

The girl who she cannot hate, because Rhaenyra sees too much of herself in her, reflected in her pretty brown eyes.

[anime-ships-all-good]

Luo Binghe x Shen Qingqiu x Liu Qingge

Scum Villain's Self Saving System

[dolls-self-ships]

not a proshipper not an anti but a secret third thing (a normal fucking person who obviously doesn't wanna see/endorse illegal content but can recognize the difference between that and exploring dark themes in shipping like age gap/abuse/toxic relationships)

[huntinglove]

Get to know my yumeship: KrisEri edition!!

This was really fun to make!! I might make a couple more later on, but for now have these soul bound lovebirds~!! Can you guess what the wingdings message says? Good luck!!

[This lovely template (and variants) can be found here!]

[prettyboykatsuki]

i think the toji/gojo one im writing is very tame in terms of content but its not actually fdkjsdsd....but their dichotomy.... this fic..... im haunted.... i need to let it out. before i finish my paper. there is some bottom gojo in this mess of thoughts so 18+ hrejffdkjs

cw toji / gojo, ship content, unhealthy dynamics....idk....bttms gojo and canon divergent

with toji and gojo the idea of them interacting as some kind of punishment for both parties is so appealing to me. there is so much raw and visceral hatred in that interaction. they envy each other in ways unbeknownst to anyone and it shows. and toji is older. and gojo has in general parent issues, family issues - that he can finds he is only able to dissect in tojis presence. it's a unique issue, because toji is the only one who has a grasp of gojos situation but understands it the least. toji has a disdain for gojo but also comes to pity him in a unique way that disgusts himself. they should never be in the same room for all of eternity.

and gojo in his twenties is such a particular kind of vulnerable. the raw suffering and heartbreak combined with general apathy, the closed walls. but he's not sturdy, not like late twenties gojo. there's no one he can share the depth of himself with, though shoko tries. but toji understands it doesn't he? that level of shattering loss, all done at his hand? of course gojo resents him but it will never bring back the person who changed him, who loved him, and toji is like that too isn't he? when gojo is in his twenties, it brings him some kind of unspoken peace to be used in that way. he hates it. he misses his best friend. he lets himself shatter, but toji doesn't hate gojo.

what he represents? what he is? maybe

but not gojo himself. toji remembers being more like him. toji doesn't let gojo break completely. they call each other their given names and never speak about it after, and toji is solace. he's not exactly sorry for it, not exactly sure - but he lets satoru blame him while he fucks him open. fucks him stupid, takes him apart - lets satoru threaten him over and over. sometimes toji wonders if gojo will really do it.

toji knows that gojo never will after this. toji will die later, gojo won't miss him. but toji might miss gojo and he doesn't want to think about it. he carries the weight of gojos youth more than once but never promises him anything. he can hate what the kid is and still knows he's not much more than a kid. toji thinks this is the only version of them that can exist, that only him now can fuck this young, soft, vulnerable satoru.

toji will eventually. satoru will never recall his twenties with any warmth. and everything will fade, and toji will be forgotten. they're alike in so many ways, but toji knows that gojo will be better than him. and he'll never really let go of him, either. somehow that's enough to make everything feel normal.

[frozenhi-chews]

You want a relationship with a crazy age gap? Look no further than Skittles and Pancake. It's literally trillions of years between the two. Pancake is in her mid twenties and Skittles is. Trillions of years old

They're still unsure if they're dating, or if saying that they're dating will ruin what they have. But hey they're adults and the younger one is literally the one in charge

[hatorishimaselfship]

[allgremlinart]

do u ever have a ship thats like. you find it so gross but its also so funny that its even a thing you find the shippers charming . ?

[anime-ships-all-good]

Shen Qingqiu x Luo Binghe

Scum Villain's Self Saving System

[cryptid-stimming]

🍭 Happy Sugar Life 🎀 Stimboard

x x x / x x / x x x

[dead-dove-orchid]

Oh btw I did a selfship comm the other day for one of my twt freinds :) Xmen selfship is so beautiful, kinda wanna make myself a 97!magenta selfship piece .. one day!

[myimaginationplain]

lore olympus is one of those times where the anti-fandom is 10 times more annoying than either the fandom or work itself could ever be

[suninthestars]

maremare...

[landoffreaksandfrogs]

Do you think it's weird to be romantically attracted to your pre-scratch self, or do you think the signless only platonically hates kankri? Better yet, does kankri think it's problematic to be romantically attracted to your pre-scratch self?