#and i thought this was a simple 3 turn only thing but NO 👹

[darabeatha]

Wtf is o.beron's kit like?? Why are YOU putting to sleep your OWN teammate?? WAKE THEM UP IDIOT!

[moonlightdancer26]

Snupin

SNUPIN

IS

PERFECTION

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1. What made you ship it?

I explained how I got into this ship in this answer to an ask I got a while ago. I’ll copy and paste what I wrote:

To be honest, I don’t really remember all that well. I was pretty much always a Snupin shipper. I always felt like there was a lil something something going on between those two. I remember I started shipping it when I reread the series for the 3rd (or maybe 4th) time. I thought I was the only person who thought they were both SUPER sus in PoA.

I was always intrigued by their relationship, when I read PoA for the first time: I just immediately thought of Severus and Remus and what kinda relationship they’d have since Remus is the new DADA professor and Sev’s relationship with the DADA professors in the first two books weren’t great lol. When we first find out that Remus that year’s DADA professor, I immediately thought about him and Sev (cause my mind randomly goes SNAPE, don’t ask) and I was interested cause Remus seemed nice, and Sev... well, isn’t.

And when I read this for the first time:

Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape, wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but even Harry, who hated Snape, was startled at the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. It was beyond anger: it was loathing. Harry knew that expression only too well; it was the look Snape wore every time he set eyes on Harry.

I was like AYOOOO THEY’RE GONNA BE ENEMIES OMG!!! (Turns out I was wrong.. sorta?)

I always sensed there was chemistry there and deep down I loved it, but I thought no one else shipped them so I never said it out loud. Then when I found out that other people actually ship Sev and Remus, I was literally so happy that I finally found my people.

So yeah, anon.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I’ve said it many times, my favourite thing about the ship is how similar Severus and Remus are.

Both intelligent, both introverted, both loved the Dark Arts, both taught DADA, both flawed, both suffered with loss, both half-bloods, both wanted to fit in, etc etc.

Remus is kind, patient, and would definitely be far more tolerant of Severus’s fascination with the Dark Arts than Lily was. [Remus is a dark creature and was a DADA professor, and you obviously have to know about the Dark Arts in order to know how to defend yourself against them. And DADA was most likely his favourite subject during school.]

I think Remus would be able to have the emotional capacity to love him, it’s a relationship built on mistrust and fear but a mutual respect. Severus was willing to be civil with Remus in PoA and Remus never had a bad word to say about Severus (at least not directly), hell even after Severus killed Dumbledore.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don’t know. I think I do, but I can’t remember what it was.. does that make sense?

All Snupin shippers are Snape fans and some of them even hate Remus (though most just dislike him), so I can’t say anything bad about Remus (like how he’s cowardly, or that Sev deserves better than him, and things like that).. cause they aren’t considered unpopular opinions amongst Snupin shippers.😂

So I’m gonna go with a simple I don’t know.

I hope you liked my answer, anon! Have a nice day!

(Though I must say that I’m a bit weirded out that someone would ask me about my opinion on Snupin, that’s almost as ridiculous as asking me about my opinion on Snape. XD )

[lethargicsunlight]

'Demon' Chapter 9 : "A Worthy Student" Bakugou x Fem!Reader (book 1)

(Interesting that this chapter just so happens to come out around the same time as his birthday! Happy Birthday Kirishima!) (Promise I will write for you babe <3 ilu)

Work has been sucking the life out of me, but I've been able to add bits together during breaks. I've also managed to do some rearranging of plot-points, so things should be a bit easier for me moving forward. Unfortunately though, that does mean this one turned out a bit shorter than usual, but that's par for the course. Hope you guys are doing well! <3

As always, Thank You for Reading!

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Book Summery: A slow-burn action/romance where you begin in the bowels of a Villain base and rise up to join U.A.’s top Hero Class. This life was your choice. In the event of learning then losing the love of a friend, you make a decision that changes your reality at the core–to become an imposter among villains and bring them down from the inside out. The organization that ruined your premature perfect life was known as H.H., after their leader Head-Honcho. His crime of choice: intelligence. Training and conducting espionage agents and assassins across Japan as a means to further the dark underground network. Your training began at thirteen, after managing to impress the multi-faced villain with your stealth and your conviction. Rumors would soon spread through the dark alleys of Naruhata City of a masked assassin known as Demon, whose bare face could steal the souls of her targets. Everything appears to be going to plan; but the Hero Agencies you’ve been slipping information to are calling for an end to your superior sooner than you had anticipated. Your time as 'Demon’ is limited. What will happen when your world comes crashing down? Where will you go, when everything you had known you helped to destroy?

WARNINGS: SFW, BLOOD, minor injury

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The blue and white practical training uniform was more comfortable than you expected.

It was much too brightly colored to be useful for hiding in the shadows, but the movement was amicable.

"Alright, we're going to keep this simple." Aizawa's voice cuts through the chatter of students, all bright-eyed as they looked around the court yard. "Since the exams are coming up next week, we've decided to give everyone some time to themselves in the afternoons for training. After today, you'll have the freedom to choose what you want to work on. I'll still be here to supervise of course, so I expect everyone to be on their best behavior."

"Yes sensei!" Iida salutes from the back of the group, "It's very generous to give us time like this to prepare!"

Aizawa's eyes drag briefly to Iida's form and he simply offers a "Hn." In response. "Today though, I will be leading some demonstrations and giving some useful tips on how to make the best of this opportunity. We'll start with some sparring."

"Aizawa Sensei?" Iida's hand now raises into the air. "I'm only asking out of concern--I thought we were scheduled for Hero Training today?"

"You were." Aizawa shifts his weight, looking even more tired as though he dreaded having to explain the following excuse. "All Might had to take up an appointment today, but he will be back tomorrow. Your Hero Training will take place then."

"Right!"

"Anymore questions..?" A second ticks by, before he quickly cuts off the opportunity. "Good."

With lanky arms, Aizawa removes a small notebook from his trousers and begins to read it to himself. "Ah. First two, Y/n and Kirishima."

Shit.

How long has it been since you've 'sparred' with someone? Why couldn't you remember? For a moment you're almost frozen in place. You had heard every word the teacher said, but it hadn't felt all that real until right now.

"Oh hell yeah!" Kirishima's voice rings in your ear, and he pumps a fist into the air. "Didn't know I'd get to see your skills up close so soon! Let's do this." Despite the fact he was about to fight you, he seemed encouraging. Happy. Genuine.

You had barely been able to watch his fight with Tetsutetsu at the Sports Festival, but you understood the basics of his quirk; and you were automatically at a disadvantage. You didn't even have weapons on you--not that a knife would break his skin anyway. What were you going to do?

It's delayed, but you give him a silent nod before following him out of the crowd and towards a patch of dirt that Aizawa was gesturing to.

"Now remember, this is sparring; not a battle. I'm not saying you have to hold back, just know when to stop. If anyone get's too injured," He pointedly looks between Midoriya and Bakugou--one that looks bashful, and the other that just grunts and looks offended--"there will be serious consequences. Got that?"

"Yes Sensei!"

"Good. Now, continue."

Kirishima widens his stance in front of you, still smiling, and hardens his forearms. "Alright, ready!"

"Ready." You say, but you aren't as confident as you sound. Sweat builds on your temple, and an unwelcome stiffness enters your bones.

He's bearing down on you in seconds. Considering what he knew of you, for some reason, you had expected him to become more defensive--but that serves you right for making assumptions.

Why was your mind drawing a blank?

You were in a fight!

Swipe!

You dodge, but it's a narrow miss. Everything feels unnatural. From the sun shining on his features to the bare wind on your face--it's all wrong.

It was like stepping into someone else's body. Like you weren't Demon anymore..

And you weren't.

Putting some distance between his fists and your pounding heartbeat, you try to regain some resemblance of composure. Everyone was watching you, everything was riding on this, you had the world you always wanted--and it was slipping. Slipping through your fingers like bloody water.

It's panic settling beneath your breastbone that makes your body all the more rigid. You can see the blur of Kirishima's hair and hear the words that he bellows--but your mind refuses to make sense of it. Within the moment of his next well aimed swing, you can't dodge for the ice in your veins. Only able to sway, you manage to barely shift his momentum away from you--enough the punch doesn't take you down, but his hardened skin clips your cheek.

You twist, stumbling, and there's just the slightest sting as blood dribbles down to your jawbone. Staying upright, you touch at it while Kirishima takes a moment to find his foothold again..

It's not the fresh blood on your skin. Nor, is it the reality of the situation sinking in.

It's the look of sympathy in Kirishima's eyes as he turns back to you.

Like you were weak, and he had just hurt you. Like he felt bad about it.

It's the look of apprehension in your classmate's features, wondering if you should be fighting him. Midoriya's worried expression. Ururaka's concerned and pinched eyebrows. Bakugou's quiet 'tch'.

That wakes you up.

Everything around you seems to settle. Your eyes finally draw focus, and pin-point certain features on your opponent. Something familiar seems to 'kick in', like a computer going through a software reboot.

And this time, you go for him.

In the moment he might have suggested stopping the fight, you took a little advantage. Slipping in close, getting in behind, jabbing a soft spot beneath his shoulder blades and causing him to rock forward with a surprised noise.

When he whirls around and prepares a counter attack, you whirl with him. His movements are slower than yours now, and you fluidly keep up with him--testing and learning as you keep up with his shadow.

He was using his quirk in an offensive and defensive combo. He would predict where his opponent intended to land a hit, hardening a moment before--though he seemed to keep the majority of his torso protected all throughout. Since you were behind him, he had hardened his back. This made movement a little difficult for him, and you could hear the metal-like friction from his shoulders.

You had a plan.

Kirishima growls in frustration, "You just gunna hide behind me all day or what?!" He calls out, trying to reach back, trying to spin on a hardened calf to get at you.

"Fine, have it your way!" He says, hardening the majority of his upper torso and just shoving himself backwards, which lands him on the ground--with nothing beneath him. "Huh?"

He finds you in the air. You twist like a cat preparing for the earth, and land with the quietest thud in front of him. You'd simply leapt over him.

His eyes sparkle for a moment, and there's renewed vigor in the way he pulls himself up from the ground with his hands balled into fists and his lips drawn back in a predatory smile.

You allow him to get up, and as you expected, he's immediately hardened almost allover once he's standing. It sends jagged lines across his forehead and along the creases of his lips. "Alright! That's what I'm talkin' about!" He yells, getting more excited.

You smile.

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The two of you continue to dance in this fashion, and the crowd of students gradually lean in; who would be the victor?

Midoriya moves a hand to his lip, studying the fight intensely.

"What are you thinking?" Iida asks him, surprised to find that he hadn't started mumbling about it already.

"If what l/n said about her quirk is true, then she's at an obvious disadvantage. Without any weapons, she can only perform hand-to-hand combat; and because Kirishima can harden any part of his body, her attacks really can't do a whole lot of damage.  She's much faster than him but even if she manages to dodge all of his attacks, Kirishima won't really lose any stamina using his quirk since she isn't actually attacking him."

"You mean, she might be trying to tire him out like Bakugou did in the Sports Festival?"

"Mm." Midoriya nods, "It seems so. But as I said, that won't really work. There's not enough impact behind her attacks to actually chip away at Kirishima's ability to harden--not like Kaachan's explosives. That would take way too long, and it would tire her out also. Unless her adrenal function gives her extended endurance.."

"I see.." Iida adjusts his glasses as he continues to watch the match.

Bakugou, who had overheard them, returned his attention to you also. He hadn't missed how stiff you were in the beginning--in fact, he had almost felt disappointed by the idea that you weren't the opponent he originally thought you were. It was like you and the masked Demon he had fought in the Industrial Park were completely different people..

But now, as you deftly slip beneath Kirishima's extending fist and find yourself behind him again, Bakugou realizes that you were indeed one and the same. Tch. Being quick won't get you far, you know. He thinks, brows deepening. If this is really all you are, you don't belong here.

The blonde glances at Aizawa, and it confirms his suspicion. Their teacher had claimed that this was a demonstration, but he had barely said a word since the fight begun. He was watching you intently--and while this could be excused as their teacher preparing his quirk in case the fight got out of hand--Bakugou could discern differently.

This was a test.

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Both of you were sweating now. You could feel the fabric of the uniform sticking to your body.

Almost time.

"Come on, you gunna hit me or what!" He yells, another swipe going wide as you sidestep and flip around him. You jab a soft spot you can see, but it barely does more than make him grunt.

"Rrrgh! That's it!" He hardens his arms out in a 'T' position, and spins his whole body around. It's nothing for you to jump back and out of the way, but it leaves you both bent and panting with hands on your knees. You watch as a drop of sweat darkens the ground.

Perfect.

"I don't want to stand here all day." Aizawa says from his place at the edge of dirt. "Hurry up."

Kirishima groans, straightening his back and re-hardening his pectorals. He really did think you were cool, but this was getting annoying. He blows some hot air from his nostrils and readies up to come at you again--

but you're gone.

"Huh--?"

Your kick lands hard against his cheek, before he could manage to harden it. It doesn't move him much, but the blow makes his head fuzzy. His arms fly up, wrists jagged and flat to take the next blow--but you're on the other side now. Your elbow meets his mid-thigh and he cries out in pain, shoving you away and hardening allover.

You tumble, but as soon as your feet find purchase you're running back at him.

That's more like it! Kirishima thinks, despite the stinging imprint of your kick on his face. That hardens too as he prepares for your advance. I just need one good hit!

You're right in front of him, hand raised like you're going to punch. He knows better. He knows you'll fake him out, so he rears back--one arm over his face just in case, and the other drawn taught out to the side. One good hit!  His muscles bunch in that arm, prepared for anything, his fist and forearm hardened but nothing else so the movement would be quicker.

And he's right. You fake him out, and step towards the arm that's drawn back. He grins at the idea of finally making contact and throws his arm towards you--

Kirishima had not noticed, as the tempo of the fight increased, that your uniform top was missing. Nor that you held it in the hand not poised to hit him, close to your side.

Now in both hands, you wrap the fabric around his wrist--the damp material able to withstand his sharpened skin. And using his own momentum, you step unto his bent knee and flip over his shoulder--sending his own hardened fist straight into the same cheek you had kicked earlier.

WHACK

Kirishima feels a crack form along his jaw, and the force of his somehow self-inflicted punch sends him backwards.

You release the sleeve of the uniform top so it unravels as he falls, and you're able to slide across the dirt to avoid being pinned beneath his back.

He crashes to the ground with the breath stolen from his lungs and ears ringing from the impact. He's trying to scurry backwards, but the world is swaying. What just..? His eyes attempt to refocus on your figure, watching as you now crouch low to the ground; the blue and white practical training uniform top now braided and stretched between both hands like a weapon.

There's a surprised silence that falls over the court yard, and a droplet of blood appears along the cracked skin of Kirishima's cheek. Aside from the length and direction of the cut, it mirrored the one on your own.

"Alright, I think that is enough." Aizawa says, hands slamming his small notebook closed. "This was a good example. You both focused on your strengths and learned from your opponent. I'm sure with more practice, the two of you could learn a lot more from each other."

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The sound of his teacher's voice seems to fade into the background as Bakugou's vermillion eyes scorch the grass between his shoes.

He liked the fictional version of you he had created before you were introduced into the class--the one where you had just been lucky and opportunistic in the Industrial Park. But now, there was no denying your presence. He saw the shift in Aizawa's eyes when it happened--when you were deemed worthy of being his student. And it made him..

He didn't know how to feel.

You were too simple. Too small. His failure in their last Hero Training class with All Might was a wound that still hadn't scabbed--and you were another laceration to his pride. Like Deku, you should have been easy to topple; not standing after a fight with the only other student in the class he had bothered to learn the name of with nothing but a scratch on your face.

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"Man did you see that?!" Kirishima loops his thumbs through the straps of his backpack, giving Bakugou a toothy smile. "I told you she was cool. Improvising like that was a super manly move!"

Bakugou growls, eyes in cat-like slits as he focuses on the citrine sky with hands stuffed into his pockets and jaw jutted forward.

"I kinda started to think she wasn't doing well." Kaminari then appears off to the side, butting in on the conversation. Usually, Bakugou was able to outpace them on his way home--but they were persistent this time.

"You saw it too then? If I didn't know any better, she seemed kind of stiff at first." Kirishima admits, hands leaving the straps in favor of resting on the back of his neck. "Maybe it's the change of environment, you know?"

"Maybe. She kinda kicked your ass though."

"Hey, we didn't get to finish that fight! You don't know how it would have went!"

"Whatever, she was running circles around you."

"WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP!" Bakugou shouts, hands sparking. "I'm tired of hearing about this new girl like she's a damn spectacle. She's a no-body, just like everyone else!"

"Whatever you say, Kaachan. I mean, she technically kicked your ass first, so.."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY!?"

"Uh-oh--" Kirishima manages to outstretch a hardened arm to stop his friend, giving Kaminari some time to escape. "Come on man, it's not worth it--"

"COME BACK HERE DUNCE FACE, SO I CAN KILL YOU!!"