#akai-leech

[callimaria]

i had to have c.ai help me w coming up w ‘surge’ (ahoy, @akai-joou)

characters: jade l.

warnings: prefect!reader, uhh its giving soulmate au, messy (but fluffy?)

it’s strange.

that is, in short. in long, it’s horribly strange and amusing.

somewhere in the crowd, skillfully hidden behind many as he peeks through the gaps, there stands a student. his head is tilted, his eyebrows furrowed as he silently smiles, his eyes cold; yet flickers of mirth dance ever so often within them, highlighting the golden glow of his irises. that student is jade. jade leech. many have mixed feelings about him.

he’d conclude many have mixed feelings about this new stranger, too. someone who had shown up out of the blue at the entrance ceremony, accompanied by some furry pest that kept claiming itself to be better than it seemed. someone who denied having any connections with that same pest, harshly stepping on its tail at one point during the chaos that followed. watching everything unfold was amusing—almost comical for those who weren’t involved.

jade was one of them.

he observed it all, his mind taking notes on such interesting newcomers; for temporary entertainment, at least. they’d be bound to leave and never show again, the immediate mess they caused being far too much for a ‘first impression.’ but for now, there was no harm in enjoying the situation much more than he should, right?

right.

so why is it that when he and the newcomer share a second of eye contact, he’s taken aback? for the first time in a while, why is he genuinely surprised? why can he feel his eyes widen and his lips part, just for that very moment?

upon meeting your eyes, jade feels… something. that same ‘something’ takes shape in so many forms; so much so, that, it feels like he’s gained his human legs again.

a spark, similar to the feeling of flicking an almost dead lighter, hoping that a flame would show. when it does, flickering in and out, a weak little flame barely visible—he feels the desire to protect it. to keep that flame going for as long as he can, because he needs to.

a rush, similar to the feeling of everything coming back to him. waves of exhaustion crashing over him, throwing him back into reefs like the frigid mercilessness of the ocean; like the frigid mercilessness of jade himself. exhaustion, the result of all the things he’s done and put onto his plate—yet that rush goes away and hides in your eyes, leaving him completely.

a surge, similar to the feeling of utter thrill. when it comes from big achievements or minor achievements doesn’t make a difference, the pleasant joy trickling through his veins was a constant during those moments. right now, he feels that surge of joy—except it doesn’t trickle like a leak from a tranquil pond. it rushes in, storming angrily like the violent roaring of a frenzied river; yet, it’s all positive emotion.

the spark, the rush, the surge…

all of it baffles jade. he had not known he was capable of feeling any of this, swept up in the varied ‘something’ that a second of eye contact with a stranger caused. it’s fascinating, it’s new; and he feels vulnerable.

that’s… also new.

and even as the newcomer’s eyes rip away from his form, their footsteps loud as they run around, jade still stands there. not watching or waiting or anything, he just stands there,

a dim sparkle in his eyes. it wasn’t there before, and it was so minuscule that no one could even notice—but it was there.

deep inside of him is a buried little voice that not even he can hear, one wishing that it hopes he’d see you again.

somehow, somewhere.

“i want to find you,” it exclaims, its tiny voice begging to be heard. “i want to see you, be with you; please.”

jade doesn’t hear it, snapping back to reality as the chaos starts to settle down. he chuckles, the sparkle in his eyes fading away.

that moment meant nothing for someone he wouldn’t be seeing again.

💗💗💗

he wordlessly stares at your sleeping face, your body leaning into him. you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder. jade finds it a bit silly that you’d knocked out right then and there, using the ‘menacing tweel’ as your personal pillow. but in the end, no matter how hard he may tease or laugh, he knows he’d let you do just that in a heartbeat; again, and again, and again. that’s the beauty of it, whispers his thoughts. you didn’t know you’d ever feel like this.

“floyd,” you whisper, frowning in your sleep as you move around. “stop.. licking my stuff.. that’s not how this… works…”

jade only smiles at your behavior, his hands wrapping around you as he adjusts himself, letting you properly use him as a pillow. your neck would hurt and you’d feel a bit sore upon waking up, after all. as your newly acquired loving boyfriend, he couldn’t have that, could he? he’s a gentleman—although others would heavily protest that—and he would save you the pain.

he doesn’t even feel himself start to soften up as he gazes at you, or the corners of his lips quirking up a little, or even the way he melted into the embrace he put you in; no, jade only focuses on something else.

the familiar ‘something,’ the one that comes in a spark, a rush, and a surge.

💗💗💗

bonus:

only this time, you aren’t staring at him back.

(you’re peacefully asleep, dreaming of floyd trying to lay claim to your belongings through the method of licking. well, maybe it’s not so peaceful inside the actual dream as floyd’s licking everything you own. even the loofa you use in the shower.)

uhh i was going for a feeling /ref

also do NOT ask me abt the floyd dream i saw a rwby chibi quote as a twst meme before writing and it is almost 4 am cut me some slack

[lordabovehelpme]

Okay this: the reader is just tired from whatever, you can chose, and din can see they're fighting sleep and he begs them to sleep and when they protest and fight he just picks them up and throws the over his shoulder and places them on the bed. then maybe he turns off the lights and takes off his beskar and cuddles the reader (maybe some singing?) and reader starts to fall asleep and MAYBE MAYBE NOT reader kissing him sleepily. Just fluff u kno? u can change it if u want! do ur magic with it!

Nuhoy, Ad’ika- Din Djarin X Reader

Summary: The mandalorian returns to find you refusing to sleep. 

Masterlist 

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It’s three days past his expected arrival when your lack of sleep really hits you. The child is fussy with worry, feeding off of your own energy. You’re barely functioning at this point, just going through the motions of life. You’ve tried over and over again to catch even a minute of sleep, but your worry overwhelms you and keeps you wide awake. At least the child will still sleep.

You’ve been busying yourself with little jobs around the Crest. All of the laundry and blankets have been washed and dried. They’ve been folded neatly and placed back in their respective homes. You’ve scrubbed both bunks until they were almost new colors. The next task you’ve assigned yourself is polishing every button and switch in the cockpit.

***

It’s the middle of the night when you hear the hatch open. Fearing for the worst, you grab a blaster and hide behind a corner.

“Cyar’ika?” Your body instantly relaxes at his gruff voice. You slide around the corner to face him and place the blaster down. “What happened to you?” Flinching at his comment, you walk over to him. He doesn’t mean any harm and you know it, but it is still unnerving to hear someone ask about your appearance.

At no sign of you answering him, he wraps his arms around you. “I’m sorry I’m late. But have you gotten any sleep?”

You sigh, knowing there is no way you can keep a secret from him for long. “Well…” you try to think of a way to sugar coat it, but your half awake mind is already barely functioning, “no.”

“Oh, cyare.” He pulls you closer to him. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Alarm bells go off in your head. “NO! I need to be awake to help you take off. And are you hurt? Oh I didn’t even ask you yet! Plus, I need to reheat dinner for you.”

Under his helmet he frowns. “Cyar’ika, you can’t even stand properly.” You hadn't realized it but all your weight is currently leaning onto him. You instantly push away from him to try and show you’re awake.

“I’m fine. Look! Two feet right here keeping me up and at ‘em!” Words are slurring together as your brain tries to keep up with your pace.

He huffs before picking you up bridal style. “No, wait. This isn’t fair!” He can see you fighting sleep now. Your eyelids are threatening to close and his arms are too comfy. His scent surrounds you and it’s like you are sedated.

“We’re going to bed.” He sets you down on his bed before flipping the lights off.

“What about your dinner?” While he was away you had added fabric under the padding, providing more cushion. Albeit, it seems your plan worked so well it had turned against you.

His voice is now clear and deep and you can hear him set his helmet down somewhere, “I’ll be fine. I had a large lunch.”

You know for a fact that he probably had not eaten anything but you are putting all of your energy into staying awake, so you’ll have to fight that battle later. The cot dips under his weight as he shifts to lay beside you.

“Wait, I still have to finish polishing this one area!”

“Sleep, cyar’ika.” He pulls you down so that you are laying on his chest. It always amazes you how soft and yet strong he is under all that armor. Taut muscles flutter with his movements and yet it is as if you are laying on a cloud.

“But…” Betraying you, your mouth closes and your brain practically shuts off. You snuggle further into his embrace, loving the natural heat he produces for you to leech off. Placing your hands on top of his own you give them a gentle squeeze. 

He hums before murmuring, “I missed you.”

You mean to say it back but you can only get out a whimper of approval. His large hands slip from your grasp and hold you close to him. Rubbing all over your body, they lull you further into sleep. Placing a few kisses on to his pec, you hope it portrays your gratitude.

You’re almost unconscious when you feel something rumbling up his chest. His voice, husky with sleep, produces the most beautiful lullaby you’ve ever heard.

“Nuhoy, ad'ika. Gar ner cyar'ika. Ni ja'haili'gar. Akay vaar'tur.”

You recognize a few words, only because they often replace your name.

“Nuhoy, ad'ika. Gar ner cyar'ika. Ni laarari'gar. Akay vaar'tur.”

He listens to the even breaths of your rest. His chest swells with adoration at the domesticity you two are sharing. He continues the lullaby that was often sung to him by his adoptive family. Never could he have asked for a better person to be asleep in his arms.

It’s in this moment that he realizes it, he loves you.

“Nuhoy, ad'ika. Gar ner cyar'ika. Ni cabuor gar. Akay vaar'tur.”

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Credit for the song goes to the lovely @themischiefoftad 

The original post for the lullaby can be found here.

Translation: Sleep, little one. You are my sweetheart. I will watch over you Until morning. Sleep, little one. You are my sweetheart. I will sing to you Until morning. Sleep, little one. You are my sweetheart. I will protect you Until morning

Anyway, I hope you all liked it! 

Love, Lordy

[nanbaka-82]

its funny how it took me SO long to realize my hyperfixation on siblings/found family (estranged or healthy).

Like rlly younger me obsessing over the Akai family in Case Closed manga, then Azula and Zuko, soon enough Nya and Kai (adding in Lloyd cus they adopted him) from Ninjago, also my short lived MHA phase with the Todorokis, the Snickets, Samatoki and Nemu hypmic, Idia and Ortho, the Leech twins, the Holmes in all their franchises, the Moriarties, yes all the Obey Me brothers but specifically Lucifer and Satan, Minamotos from Hanako, Vanitas and his brother, Domi and Louis, Kaeya and Diluc, Ayaka and Ayato, Klee and Albedo (+Kaeya), Jean and Barbara, Ei and Makoto, Lumine and Aether, Eula with her family,the Amagis enstars, I am literally like a moth to flame when it comes to family/found/family/siblings send HELP

[lapinkpig]

.Make a playlist to match the letters of your name.

I was tagged by my girls @uinen-ulmiel and @kadonnut-sielu . Thank you so much :3 I hope you're doing good. Love you 💗

L - "Leech" - The gazettE;

A - "Amaranthine" - Amaranthe (only because the acoustic version in Nils voice is amazing);

P - "Pagu" - Rita Lee e Zélia Ducan;

I - "In and Out of Love" - Armin Van Buren feat. Sharon den Adel;

N - "Never Gonna Give You Up" - Rick Ashley XDD;

K - "Killer" - Kiss;

P - "Prisioner of Love" - Foreigner;

I - "In a Dream" - Badlands";

G - "Ganges ni akai Bara" - The gazettE;

If you wanna feel free ❤️❤️

[chernonbyl-moved]

: )

[lavender-hemlock]

Character Info | Haine

BASICS.

Full name: Ianthe Valenthe 

Pronunciation: EE-aun-they Val-enthe

Alias: Haine 

Nicknames: Hainy, Lilac, Amethyst 

Height: 5′6

Age: 27

Zodiac: Libra

Languages: Common, slight sylphic 

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

Hair Colour:  Lavender/Lilac

Eye Colour:  Gold/Amber

Skin Tone: Porcelain.

Body type:  Lithe/Curvaceous. 

Accent: Ishgardian.

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous, but favors her right.

Posture: Restrictive, “well-mannered”, straight. 

Scars: Claw marks along her inner forearm of the left. 

Tattoos: None. 

Most noticeable features: Her hair and eyes. 

CHILDHOOD.

Place of birth: Ishgard. 

Birth weight/height: Average and healthy.

Siblings: Only Child. 

Parents: Mother: Danica Valenthe, ? Father: Aevar Valenthe, deceased.

Parental involvement: Her father sought to prove to any noble family in Ishgard that the family of Valenthe was worthy of their place outside of the Brume, despite that being the origin of his birth. Her mother had been the daughter of a wealthy merchant and had been disowned by her family when she proclaimed to love Aevar despite his poverty. Both the backgrounds of her parents brought a stricter upbringing laced in etiquette and expectations which festered a resentment that lasted until their deaths. 

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: Alchemist, Arcanist, Hunter, Smuggler, Distributor. 

Current residence: A modest cottage in the Lavender Beds. 

Close friends: Akai Wakizaka, Ayari Sheol, Q’donis Devrahn, Kazex Voss. 

Relationship status: Seeing someone

Financial Status: Moderate wealth

Vices: Substance abuse, reclusive. 

SEX & ROMANCE.

Sexual orientation: Demisexual

Preferred emotional role:  submissive | dominant | switch |  unsure

Preferred sexual role:  submissive  |  dominant  |  switch |  sex repulsed

Libido: Low. 

Turn on’s: Assertiveness, confidence, intelligence, emotional capacity. 

Turn off’s: Dishonesty, stupidity. 

Love language: Physical Touch. Snuggles, hand holding, and sudden kisses without explanation. The most effective drug is the one that ensnares her mind and communicates without words. 

Relationship Tendencies: Hopeless romantic and wonderfully conflicted about ever screwing it up. Haine is a more considerate partner despite her quirks. She enjoys seeing the happiness of whom she adores and enjoys leeching off of that feeling to bring her to a level of giddy contentment she can’t normally reach. 

MISCELLANEOUS.

Hobbies to pass the time: Alchemy, botany, mining, hiking, studying ancient relics and cultures. 

Mental illnesses: PTSD, Depression. 

Physical illnesses: None.

Left or right brained: Both.

Fears: Solitude/Isolation. 

Self-confidence level: Moderate. Haine is confident in any of her abilities backed by her intelligence. Her analytical nature makes her highly perceptive of others, but her bane is often her own emotional control when it can impact others. 

Vulnerabilities: Indecisive with black and white decisions, assumption of other’s better character. 

Tagged: @kazexvoss, @mischiefandmystics - I scrolled hella back and if I missed someone I’m sorry! 

Tagging: I’m not tagging anybody since I’m late as all get out. Yoink this if you’d like. 

[kewltie]

“I’m so, so sorry Your Majesty!” Izuku says, bowing profusely in front of her table. “Please excuse my tardiness. An issue suddenly came up, and I had to resolve it right away.” As he raises his head, he wraps his arms carefully around his tummy. It’s not there yet, Izuku knows, but he frets all the same.  

Empress Akai places her teacup back down on the table and smiles at him but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.  “No matter,” she says, gesturing to the chair across from her. “Please have a seat Midoriya-kun.”

With a shaky exhale Izuku nods his head and gingerly sits down, resting both hands protectively against his stomach. He can’t help feeling like he’s on pins and needles, gearing up for his own execution but he knows the Empress wouldn’t ever dirty her hands like that. There are worst things than death and they are both intimately aware of that.  

“Would you like to add anything else to eat?” she asks, hand hovering close to a tablet screen built into the large dining table.  

Izuku shakes his head; his nerves are too frayed and he doesn’t think his stomach can hold it. “No, thank you.”

For a moment, his eyes wander pass her head to glance around the grandeur of the private suite that feels entirely too empty and cold and he, a small insignificant thing trapped within its four walls. When the hostess had escorted Izuku further into the VIP area, where the Empress await him in one of the rooms, he had bypassed the line of heavy duty Imperial Guard stationed outside the stretched out hallway leading into the suite. It doesn’t take much for him to get the blatant hint. It’s part intimidation and a show of power.

The hostess had guided him through a great double doors and into a massive room that seemed to swallow him whole. He was immediately met with a crystal chandelier that hangs above them; the dinnerware sets made of porcelain and intricate gold linings platting the table, and the foods spread out before them are extensive and every bit mouthwatering as he could ever hope for. Even the décor, golden undertones cut into large handwoven tapestries as it serve as a backdrop and antiques that are worth its weight in age scattered across the room, does not let up.

All of it is enough to make him feels out of place and outclassed. He had even put on his best dress pants and shirt that he only wore once to a formal event with Katsuki at the Imperial Residence, but even that wasn’t enough to keep the insecurity down.

As anxiety and doubt dig into his heels, Izuku’s gaze once again falls back to the woman who is the source of his wariness.  

Katsuki’s grandmother, the Empress of Japan, had never once requested to speak to him alone despite Izuku having known her since he was eight years old. There was always Katsuki or someone else between them as though they were too far apart in social status and power to ever allow to exist in the same space. But she had always been a benevolence force in Katsuki’s life ever since the death of his parents, scooping Katsuki and Izuku right out of the Hiroo Friends and into a home where they could grow and prosper.

It doesn’t necessary make her kind though. Or gentle even.

Empress Akai may be old and passed her prime, but she doesn’t carry herself like that. There are streaks of grey carefully woven into her hair like ornaments instead of a sign of aging. Her eyes are keen and her smile is sharp and pointed as she turns it toward Izuku. An old dragon, Katsuki had called her half admiration and grudging acceptant.  

Katsuki’s grandfather, Emperor Hideo, is the one seated on the throne but he has bedridden for several years now. Nobody say it out loud but they know the true head of state is currently the Empress, who although has no real blood tie to the throne wields an iron fist as she alone carries the burden of the nation on her shoulders. And she does it with her head held high and her feet planted firmly on the ground.

It makes her an effective ruler but a terrifying woman to face.

“Um, is there something you would like to talk to me about, Your Majesty?” he starts, crossing his ankles underneath the table. Izuku doesn’t get the intricacy of the cloak and dagger that comes with politics but he will rise to the challenge anyway if it mean he can get her approval. They may not be on friendly terms with each other but she’s important to Katsuki so that make her important to him.  

Empress Akai levels a piercing look at him. “You and Katsuki are close,” she says evenly. It’s not a question but it’s a loaded statement, anyway.

Close doesn’t even begin to encompass everything he and Katsuki are to each other and she knows it just as much as he does. “Yes,” he drawls, his right hand clenching tight against his stomach.

“In the orphanage where there too many kids and lack of adults to go around, I can see why you and Katsuki cling to each other,” she starts, “but you’re not children anymore. Nearly adults by society’s standard, so I thank you for being there for my beloved grandson after all these years but your service is no longer needed.”

Izuku blinks, nearly jerking out of his seat. “W-what? I’m sorry, Your Majesty but what do you—” 

Empress Akai raises her hand deliberately and cuts him off. “I will name Katsuki my crown prince after he graduate from high school this year,” she says, and it’s a knife to his chest.

Izuku’s breath hitches. The news doesn’t come as a surprise to him. After all, the Empress has been grooming Katsuki’s ascension to the Chrysanthemum Throne since she had picked them both up from the orphanage nearly ten years ago. He had heard it enough times to know she wants to keep the Imperial Seat within the main family and Katsuki is the only direct descendant she has left. The Imperial Family is dying and Katsuki is their last hope.

“And I want nothing to hinder his rise to be my heir,” she continues blithely, each word twisting the knife further in, “so Katsuki’s strange obsession for you is unnecessary and must be uprooted at all cost.”

“I—“ Izuku starts and then shakes his head, his mouth going dry against the nauseating feeling like he’s being unseated, “Your Majesty, please reconsider your decision! Kacchan and I have been together since we were children so to separate us now would only hurt the both of us.”

The Empress’ lips thin out. “As I understand it, you also lost your only parent in that careless accident alongside my daughter and that useless husband of hers, Midoriya-kun. It’s unfortunate that you lost so much at such a young age and my heart go out to you but Katsuki doesn’t owe you anything.”

Izuku’s deafening silence following that is hard to argue.

The Empress sighs. “Rie,” she says, waving her hand forward.

A familiar figure appears right before her as though the Empress had summoned her with a single word. “Your Majesty,” Shirane Rie, the Empress’ personal aid, says as she hands Empress Akai a thick folder before disappearing back into her corner.

“Thank you, Rie,” The Empress replies, placing the folder on the table in front of her.

Shirane had been so quiet and unobtrusive that Izuku forgot that between him and the Empress, they’re not the only one in the room. It should have been expected because the Empress has always keeps her loyal right hand close to her side, silencing carryout out her duty like the world’s most efficient machine. Izuku can’t remember a time when the Empress is without Shirane.

“All the information that pertains to you are all collected here in this folder,” the Empress explains, addressing Izuku with cold indifference eyes, “I had my Intelligence Agency dig into your family history and background.” She taps a finger on the folder pointedly. “Born to Midoriya Inko, who got pregnant when she was only seventeen to an unnamed man and was the sole provider of your household. Your mother also lost her own parents long ago before you were ever born and was raised by her grandmother before she passed away from old age. You have no other extended family to rely on so when your mother died, she left you all alone in this world.”

Izuku swallows around the stiff knot in his throat.

“The clothes you’re currently wearing, the roof over your head, and the food on your table. Those are all provided by Katsuki isn’t that right?” Empress Akai asks even though she clearly already knows the answer to her own questions. “You have no immediate family, no money, and no standing outside of Katsuki but my grandson is still a child under the law and all that money must come from somewhere.”

Izuku’s twists his hands underneath the table and tries to open his mouth but it wouldn’t budge as though it was sewn shut.

“Forgive my bluntness, Izuku-kun, but you’re a leech on Katsuki, on my family really, so how long do you plan to suck him dry before you no longer have any use for him left?”

It hurts.

Those perfectly sharpen words was enough to break the chain of silence surrounding Izuku. He slams a hand against the table and the impact is loud enough to sting his palm, causing the surrounding silverware to rattle from their place. “Never! I would never use Kacchan like that. I love him,” he insists loudly and fervently. “He could be a beggar and I would still follow him anywhere. I don’t care if he’s a prince or not, I just want to stay by his side so please, please don’t separate us. I would never do anything to jeopardize Kacchan or his future.”  

“My Katsuki,” the Empress begins, and the possessive way she lay claimed to Katsuki as her owns make Izuku’s heart throb uncomfortably in his chest, “is brilliant and headstrong and since the moment I met him, I saw that he got the aura of a great ruler around him. I know he’ll do many great things for our nation and people and I want nothing to hold him back from his destiny.”

Izuku knows all too well that Katsuki’s ambition and greatness is too immense and significant for Izuku’s alone to contain. Katsuki got grand plans to change the world, to make it a better place for not just them but everyone before and after them. He is meant to stand on the biggest stage on earth and lead Japan right to the top, and Izuku has no right to tie him down with his affection.

He knows it. He knows it all too well, but Izuku is selfish and thought even if he can’t stand next to Katsuki then let him stay within his large shadow. He just wants to be close to Katsuki, to be beside him and that’s all he had ever wanted.

“Can you be one hundred percent sure that you won’t harm Katsuki in the future? That you won’t be the cause of his downfall? Because you’re a nobody who is trying to attach himself to the future Emperor of Japan. How do you think the public will see your relationship with Katsuki and not tear it apart?” she asks him. “Their Emperor besotted with another man with no social standing and family. That kind of stigma will mar and plague his rule.”

Izuku’s eyes drop to his lap helplessly for a brief second before it jerks back to the Empress. “Kacchan won’t let it get to him though. He’s strong enough to bulldoze his way through it,” he insists.

“Alright, fine,” Empress Akai says, and a long sigh leaves her but it doesn’t sound like defeat. “Let me phrase it this way instead: if you love him then let him go. I already lost my daughter to that man who stole her away from me but I won’t make the same mistake twice.” She looks at him with the same pair red eyes that remind him keenly of Katsuki but while Katsuki’s eyes are warmth and familiar to him hers fiercely cold and harsh as it cuts him to the bones. “You may not have any family left but Katsuki is the only family I got left. Do not make me remember the painful experience of what it means to lose someone I love again. He’s my only connection to Mitsuki and I won’t let you take him away from me.”

It’s not a warning but it’s a fact. A fact that is sharpened and raised against him. She won’t give Katsuki up to Izuku. She’ll do everything in her power to assure that Katsuki will sit on the throne and Izuku as far away as possible from him.

It’s a war of attrition that Izuku has no hope of winning.

“I—I understand, Your Majesty. I won’t see him anymore,” Izuku murmurs. The words are dragged out of him like barbed wired cutting into his flesh with every breath.

“Good,” she says as though she expected it. “I will provide you with a check for two billion yen to secure your future in the next decades. You can use to it to buy a house, pay for college, or waste it away for all I care. Just do not approach my grandson anymore. Leave him alone and I’ll make sure he won’t search for you either.” 

If Katsuki was in his place, he would have fought to the bitter end for them but Izuku is not Katsuki. Izuku is not strong like him and surely not brave enough to stand against the entire nation and the Empress either. If he had said no today, then the Empress will not give up her mission to systematically remove all traces of Izuku out of Katsuki‘s life. It’s a simple truth that he has come to accept with a bitter certainty.

The Empress is a harsh and unforgiving old dragon in front of him but she is a grandmother and before that she was a mother and she loves Katsuki absolutely even as it clashes with what Katsuki actually want. This he understands completely because he too loves Katsuki enough to go against Katsuki’s wish.

He doesn’t have any power to go toe to toe with the Empress and what the weight of her station allow her to do, but this at least he can protect. He gently runs a hand over his still flat belly and commits everything he got to it. If he can’t have Katsuki then at least he’ll have a piece of him.

“I don’t need that money,” Izuku insists loudly, raising his head to meet her eyes head on for the first time. “But do not worry Your Majesty, I’ll keep my words. I’m not doing this because you told me to but because I love Kacchan more than you could ever hope to understand and I want the best for him too.”

He gets up from his seat and with a hand close to his belly as he gives her a low bow. “Thank you for inviting me to dinner to have this frank discussion with you, Your Majesty, but I’m sorry that I must take my leave now,” he says even though he hasn’t touch a single bite on that table. He raises his head just in time to catch her narrow eyes of annoyance but doesn’t stay long enough to listen what else she has to say.

Izuku is weak and pathetic and he wishes he could be better, but this will be his choice at least. He chose to walk out, chose to end this, and chose to keep this precious secret with him so that even she can’t take the last gift that Katsuki had given him.

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Apr 1, 2013 … Stern coined the term “psychic bleeding” to convey the anxious desperation that drives this unstable pattern. schmidberg viewed the borderline …

Psychic Channels Meaning Psychic Meaning Chinese Shen (神) is the Chinese word for "god", "deity", "spirit" or theos. This single chinese term expresses a range of similar, yet differing, meanings. The first meaning may refer to spirits or gods that are intimately involved in … A second meaning of shen refers to the human spirit or psyche; it

adjective Also psy·chi·cal. of or relating to the human soul or mind; mental (opposed to physical). Psychology. pertaining to or noting mental phenomena. outside of natural or scientific knowledge; …

Like in surgery, this psychic bleeding can be overwhelming, flooding the field, and it needs attention. But often, it’s symbolism is scarier than its meaning.

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Mar 4, 2008 … Like in surgery, this psychic bleeding can be overwhelming, flooding the field, and it needs attention. But often, it's symbolism is scarier than its …

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A psychic wounding can only occur when something happens which is inconsistent with his creations. It is the result of something which shakes the being to his very core and rocks his foundation of belief in himself, as well as in that which he is creating.

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Bleeding, also known as a hemorrhage or haemorrhage, is blood escaping from the circulatory … Although there is no universally accepted definition of massive hemorrhage; the following can be used to identify the condition: "(i) blood loss …

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