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andreafmn · 1 month ago

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Collision | Chapter 30

Word Count: 3.7K Warnings: bodily harm, self inflicted wounds, mentions of blood

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

A/N: so close to the finish line now! Can't wait to have another fic finished so I can focus on the other stories and continuations (and hopefully spend time on my original works 😬😬)

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“What did you do?” Theo exclaimed as she flung Carlisle to the other side of the cave. The walls around them trembled, roaring at the force of the throw. Esme had arrived with just enough time to catch (Y/N) before the girl crumbled to the ground. “What happened to her?!”

“She… s-she… I didn’t…” Carlisle couldn’t quite find the words. He had spent months concocting the image of (Y/N) over and over. She had come to him every single time. Sometimes, she was happy; other times, she was angry. The worst was when she was sad. But she always came. He’d become used to the mirage of her, coming as far as to anticipate excitedly her arrival. It didn’t matter what she could spew at him. All he cared about was to see her face.

But that last delusion had thrown him for a spin. She had never asked him to come home. Not in the eight months he had been there. She’d told him she loved him, that she hated him, that she hoped the Volturi killed him, she had even gone as far as to say she would stay with him. But she had never asked him to come home. The words had taken him aback when they had fallen from her lips. She had never felt so real before, but he knew the more time he spent without feeding, the more the hallucinations would take over.

Carlisle had truly believed the (Y/N) before him was another trick of his mind. It wasn’t until the smell of her blood had reached his nostrils that he finally snapped out of his trance. He didn’t even register that his hand was around her throat until he released her. “I thought she wasn’t real,” he mumbled. “I-I-I thought she was in my head.”

“Well, she’s very much real, Carlisle,” Esme said as she wrapped the girl’s arm with her jacket, doing her best not to breathe. “And she needs help right now. I don’t know how deep she went.”

“This is my fault,” Carlisle whimpered as he cradled his head. His mind was still riddled with images and voices he couldn’t discern, and it wouldn’t take long before he gave in to his hunger. (Y/N)’s blood was the most delectable one he had smelled in the centuries he had been alive. “She’s gonna die, and it’s my fault.”

“You need to pull yourself together, Carlisle!” Theo said as she slapped some sense into the mumbling man. “She needs you now more than ever. I need you to focus and tell us what we have to do to help her.”

His eyes flickered toward (Y/N)’s unconscious form. Even with the bind, the bleeding had not stopped, only slowed—it wasn’t tied correctly. The man slowly scrambled to his feet, dragging himself through the ground until he got to her. Slowly, he undid Esme’s work, ripping the sleeve and tying it higher up on the wound. Then, he inspected the crystal she had used, thanking God she had gone less than half an inch deep. But the cut was long, and it needed to be closed as soon as possible.

“Did you bring a first aid kit by chance?”

“Yes,” Theo said. “It’s in the car right now. I’ll get it.”

Without another word, Theo disappeared, leaving Esme and Carlisle to look after (Y/N).

She looked peaceful in her state—if you ignored the mess of blood that had accumulated under her arm. But she was hurt, and it had been Carlisle’s fault. He understood Edward’s plight now. He understood why he told them all to go when Bella had gotten hurt. They caused more harm than good to people who did not deserve kit.

“It’s not your fault, Carlisle,” Esme whispered. She held onto (Y/N)’s arm, helping the wound stay closed while Theo came back. "It may seem like it is, but it’s not your fault.”

“I had my hands around her neck,” he muttered, still not believing what had happened. “If I had applied just an ounce of my strength, I would have snapped her neck. She would have never woken up. I… I…”

“You didn’t though,” she calmed him. “She’s stronger than she looks, Carlisle. And she wouldn’t have done this if she didn’t think she could make it out of here. She cares about you, you know. As angry and hurt as she is because of what we did, she came all this way to help us get you home.”

“She shouldn’t have,” he scoffed defeatedly. “I don’t deserve her mercy. I certainly don’t even deserve her pity.”

“But you have it,” the woman said. “It’s not a matter of deserving or not. She didn’t need a reason to help you, Carlisle. Though she fought it, I won’t lie. She deemed you worthy of her help, and she gave it freely, even if it meant getting hurt. Deep down, I know she loves you—that’s why she did this. You two are far too entwined for her to have left you to rot here.”

“I should have just gone to the Volturi. End everyone’s misery of having me around.”

“Goodness, no wonder you liked Edward so much,” Esme chuckled. “You’re both cut from the same cloth.” The woman adjusted her grip on (Y/N)’s arm. Her resolve was dwindling as time passed, but she stood her ground. If Carlisle, who hadn’t fed well in months, had yet to attack, she knew she’d be able to hold herself. “Death would not have been the right punishment for what you did. Living… that’s the real damnation. That’s why you were here, right? But that wouldn’t have been right either.”

“There is no right punishment for what you did,” Theo said as she joined them. “But torturing yourself is not right either. I told you when you came to me the first time, living with what you’ve done is punishment enough. Seeing (Y/N) move on from you is your calvary. This? This is easy. You’ve done this before and survived. Living without her is what’s new.”

“Theo…” Esme tried to assuage.

“No, Esme,” she interrupted. “Carlisle, you’ve been the closest thing I have to family since I lost my sister centuries ago. You taught me everything I know now, and for that, I am eternally grateful. But you did a horrible thing, and you have to learn to live with that. Because if you don’t, I’m afraid this won’t be the last time (Y/N) puts her life on the line to save you.”

Esme tried to speak up again, but Carlisle stopped her. “You’re right, Theo,” he sighed. “I have been a coward, and I pretended this was enough for my penance. But this is not the time nor the place to speak in this. (Y/N) needs tending to, and I need to make sure she’s okay.”

After Theo threw the kit toward him, the doctor set off to work. He cleaned his hands with cleansing wipes, making sure not a spec of grime was left on his skin. In the box, he found gauze and a basic suture kit. It wouldn’t create a pretty closure, but it would be enough to help her heal. Without giving it another thought, Carlisle cleaned the girl’s arm, clearing the way for the needle and thread. He was gentle at first, checking after every stab of the needle that (Y/N) remained unconscious. If she had woken up, the cave would be filled with more than just her blood. Her screams would have bounced off the walls, ricocheting to the wilderness where anyone could witness it. So, he worked cautiously and fast, closing the wound before covering it with gauze and medical tape.

“She’s going to be okay,” Carlisle found himself muttering. He ran his hand across her hair, caressing her like he had done many times before. “She just needs to rest.”

For the first time in a long time, the three vampires allowed themselves to breathe. Even if they didn’t need to, they had all felt their lungs aching for air—especially air that did not smell of sweet crimson. It was a shared breath of relief for the girl they had tangled into supernatural business. They had always meant to protect her, but somehow, some way, she always got hurt.

“We should take her back to the house,” Theo said. “She’ll be more comfortable there, and she’ll need to recover before we fly back to Washington. There, we can talk.”

“Of course,” the man replied. “I am sure there are many questions you need answers to.”

“We’re not the only ones.”

They were careful as they got (Y/N) down on solid ground again, making sure her arms remained unmoving. The less she was jostled around, the faster her recovery would be. In no time, the three vampires reached the car. Esme and Carlisle cleared out the backseat, making room for the girl to lay down. She was still asleep, but her heart was beating strong, and her chest was rising and falling at a steady pace. She was okay. Hurt and tired, but okay.

“I’ll stay with her,” Carlisle said as he slipped into the backseat.

“Carlisle…”

“Please, Theo,” he begged. “I just… let me just hold her. Please.”

Begrudgingly, the woman lay her friend across the man’s lap, keeping a careful eye on the starved vampire. Theo and Esme had fed just before the trip in case things went awry, but it didn’t help that the blood was so fresh… and so human. She couldn’t fathom what it would be like to be in Carlisle’s shoes. But he seemed in control. Perfectly and completely in control.

Carlisle looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms, and he questioned how he’d ever found the strength to let her go. Somehow, Edward had gotten into his head. “Look how much harm you’ve already caused her,” he had said. “Do you want to be the reason she dies too?” The boy had known just the right words to sway his mind of staying in Forks, of staying with her. He had made the older man believe that being in (Y/N)’s life would cause her more harm than food, and with time, he’d come to see it.

But time had only worked to muddle his mind and darken his thoughts. He had spent months fighting with his mind over his mistake, over hurting the one person who had stolen his heart in the hundreds of years he had walked the earth. Only she had been able to break through the wall he had built around himself—not even the very family he had built for himself had gotten as close as she had. (Y/N) was everything he had prayed for, and he’d thrown away that blessing for fear he would spoil her, taint her, harm her. And in protecting her, he had bestowed upon her the greatest hurt of all. He had broken her heart and left his with her.

There weren’t many things Carlisle regretted in his life. After living for so long, he couldn’t. Regret could take over if he let it, sinking its claws into the depths of his mind. But leaving (Y/N) behind was the one thing he could never atone for. Words had spewed from his mouth before he could stop them. Thinking he’d never see her again, he needed to make sure she hated him for the rest of her life. If he was the villain in her story, she wouldn’t have cared what happened to him after.

Yet he had failed to remember who she was. (Y/N) cared. She didn’t need a reason to; she simply cared about everything and everyone. Whether it was a complete stranger or her childhood friend, she cared so much about them. Caring came naturally to her; it was programmed into the fabric of her being. The minute she didn’t, that’s when you’d know she had given up on you. And it seemed it took more than Carlisle had counted on.

(Y/N) had put her life on the line to make sure Carlisle came back to his senses. He’d been so lost inside his own mind that he wasn’t able to distinguish between delusion and reality. But she was determined to bring him back, no matter what.

“That was a very stupid thing you did, darling,” he found himself whispering. “You should have left me there.”

“She loves you, you know,” Theo muttered in response. “As much as you tried to push her away, deep down, she still loves you. That’s what keeps getting her hurt.”

“I wanted her to hate me. That’s why I did what I did,” he confessed. There was nothing he could say that would ever make things right, but he had to let it out. “If she hated me, then it wouldn’t be hard for her to move on. She was supposed to have a brilliant life without me. She was meant to forget me and make something of herself.”

“But that’s not what happened, is it?” Theo pushed. “You forgot to consider the love she had for you. You forgot that just as you had fallen for her, she fell for you. She loved you more than you thought possible, and it wrecked her, Carlisle. And I didn’t know how much until today.”

“What do you mean?” Esme asked, diverting her sight from the road.

“(Y/N) was willing to die to make sure you got home,” she said. “She hurt herself because she had faith you would come back to reality and help her. Even if she didn’t know if you would, she put her life in your hands. That’s love.”

And it was. As much as he wanted to believe that he had done the right thing by leaving her, Carlisle knew that her love was just as deeply carved as his was. He had crawled his way into her heart, and just as she had left a part of herself in him, he had left a part of himself in her—planted deep and ever-growing. It was a part that would remain for the rest of their lives, even if they wanted it gone.

“Love is often the greatest detriment of all,” he sighed. “It’s the reason we are in this mess in the first place.”

“I’d say we’re in this mess because you couldn’t say no to little boy wonder,” Theo scoffed. “There were so many other choices you could have decided on before breaking her heart in the way you did. This is all because of a choice you made.”

“Theo, there’s no need to be so harsh,” Esme said, placing a hand on Theo’s. “I know he’s regretting everything he did already.”

“It’s quite alright, dear friend. Her words are less than I deserve.”

“I told you to come back months ago,” Theo continued. “I told you to make things right with her—to right your wrongs. As a matter of fact, you should have never left. At the very least, you should have taken her with you.”

“I cannot live in all I should have done, Theodora. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen Forks to reside in. Maybe I should have stayed in Alaska for longer, maybe even London. Maybe I should have waited until (Y/N)’s passing to grace the lands of Washington again,” Carlisle cried. “But that’s not what I did, and I cannot change the past. As much as I would want things to be different, I cannot change what I already did. I can only make sure I don’t keep hurting her anymore.”

“She’s a special person, Carlisle. You were able to see that but not treasure it. She’ll never be the same after you, and I need you to know that,” the woman continued. “(Y/N) deserves better.”

“I know,” he said. “She deserves the world, but I wasn't strong enough to give it to her.”

The rest of the car ride was quiet, with Carlisle's attention solely focused on (Y/N). He wiped away the specs of dirt that stained her face, softly tracing the lines that made up her face. Lovely, he thought. The most beautiful woman he'd ever been blessed to lay his eyes upon. The owner of his heart, the woman of his dreams, the answer to his silent prayers... the girl he had broken until there was nothing left of her.

(Y/N) ended the day just like she had started it, confused. Last she remembered, Carlisle had her pressed against the cave wall, his hand tightly around her neck. But she was comfortable now. Maybe she was dead. In hindsight, slicing her arm in a confined space full of vampires was not the best idea.

Her eyes fluttered open to find the same bedroom she had left hours before. Only this time, the sun had set, and the stars shined brightly in the sky. Her arm was neatly bandaged, and she could feel the tightness of sutures under it. She wasn't dead—that much she knew. She was back at the house, but she had no idea if the plan had worked.

“Good,” a voice startled her. “You're awake.”

“Carlisle,” she croaked, her hand flying to the bandaged wound. “You're here. I wasn't... I didn't know if it worked.”

“Yes, your life-defying stunt did work,” he chuckled softly. “Too well, I might add. Had all of us scared to death. We thought...”

“But it worked,” she interjected. “That's all that matters.”

“Right. Of course.”

“What time are we leaving? I'm guessing tomorrow since it's already late enough now.”

“Oh, well,” he cleared his throat, “Esme found some tickets for eight in the morning, but if it's too early, we can...”

“Eight is fine,” she said. “Guess I should use this time to sleep then. And make up a plausible reason for this wound.”

“We should talk, (Y/N). We...”

“Not right now, Carlisle. I just... I want…” The words died in her throat. What did she want? Getting back together was surely a grave mistake—even if her heart still beat to the rhythm of his name. She wanted answers, of course. But she couldn't be in the same room as him for too long, or she was afraid she'd burst into tears and never stop. She hadn't even stopped to look at him...

“Oh, Carlisle,” (Y/N) whimpered. His face was still gaunt, painted with the evidence of hunger. His eyes were as dark as coal, the circles under trying to match them in color. He looked tired, most of all. And for a creature that required no sleep, that meant something. Without thinking twice, she cradled his face, running her thumb against his sharp cheekbone. “You haven't fed yet.”’

“I fed enough,” he answered, closing his eyes as he leaned into her touch. He had missed her warmth, her compassion. He had missed because he had thrown her away. And yet, he still held out hope. “But I wanted to be here when you woke up. It's my fault you're hurt.”

“I knew what I was getting myself into,” she said. “Only something drastic would work to break you out of madness. So, I did what I had to.”

“Still... you could've...”

“I could have died, I know,” the girl sighed. “But I didn't. And everyone is going home. That's what's important.”

There he was.

No longer a face that clouded her mind. Carlisle was there; she could feel him. Even in his state, he was still the most beautiful man she had seen. Somehow, just by being in his presence, she could feel her anger for him dissipating. His allure was strong, intoxicating even. She could feel her resolve dwindling. The months of work she had gone through would have been for nothing if she kept his gaze for one more second.

“(Y/N)...”

“You should go feed, Carlisle,” she said. (Y/N) straightened herself out on the bed, pulling the covers up to her neck. “And I should go sleep. Long day tomorrow, you know?”

“Oh, uh, of course,” he stammered. “I guess I'll see you in the morning, then.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) smiled. Her eyes followed his figure toward the entrance, trying her best to keep her from yelling his name. “See you in the morning.”

Without another word, the vampire closed the door behind him, allowing her to let out the breath she had been holding. She had prepared herself mentally to see him again, she had gone over every scenario that could arise in her head. But nothing she had imagined could compare to their reality.

Tears welled in the back of her eyes, making her chin tremble as she fought against her emotions. (Y/N) believed she had gotten over her feelings for Carlisle. Even if the love lay dormant under the surface, she thought she at least had control over it. But everything bubbled to the surface—love, anger, betrayal, disappointment. He was everything in one and more than she could manage. He had been the reason for so many of her tears, yet he had also been the reason for so much of her joy. Carlisle had taught her love. He taught her passion and enjoyment. He taught her sensuality and possession. He had given, and he had taken. He had been her everything until he had become nothing. And, in a matter of seconds, he became the same infectious being he had been months before. The man who had made a home in her heart and refused to go.

But one thing was for sure, (Y/N) could not allow him to just waltz back into her life like nothing had happened, like no scars had been made. Although her entire being ached and yearned for him, she could not. The girl had lost herself after Carlisle had gone, transformed into a person she had no desire to remember. That version of her had hurt, had lied, had drowned her sorrows in a bottle of vodka, and made the decision she would always regret. (Y/N) could not go back to being in a position where Carlisle could hurt her in that way again.

Instead of giving him any more thought, she decided to simply succumb to sleep once more. Thinking alone was exhausting enough, with the events of the day, she was ready to sleep until the next year.

Still, as she felt the weight of slumber fall upon her, she heard a whisper from the other side of the door.

“I love you, (Y/N),” Carlisle murmured, possibly thinking she had already fallen asleep. “And I'm sorry.”

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abarero · 6 months ago

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Mikoto Sena and the Buddhist Path to Nirvana

Spoilers for Mikoto’s MGS, Sayonara Storage and Memory Drops.

So I wanted to do a little essay about Mikoto Sena and the influence of religion on her character. (See the great essay on the topic of Buddhism and Nemu’s character by @chairteeth here)

First off- let’s start with how do we know her religion? It’s mentioned by Mitama in Mirror Layer 36’s story that Mikoto’s mother has a Buddhist altar (butsudan) set up in her home with a photo of Mikoto on it. We can then assume Mikoto was raised as such.

With that in mind, let’s take a look at her character and how her religious beliefs may have influenced her.

Buddhists look within themselves for the truth and understanding of Buddha's teachings. Buddha discovered Three Universal Truths and Four Noble Truths, which he then taught to the people.

Three Universal Truths are:

* Everything in life is impermanent and always changing.

* Because nothing is permanent, a life based on possessing things or persons doesn't make you happy.

* There is no eternal, unchanging soul and "self" is just a collection of changing characteristics or attributes.

For Mikoto, let’s take a look at the last two points. First, the idea that possession of things or people doesn’t lead to happiness. As a girl who was raised very poor, I have a feeling that this belief was perhaps often brought up as a reason she should be content with what she has in life. (*This will definitely not cause any bitterness or rebellion later.)

Last one I feel is very interesting from a Magical Girl standpoint because well- you do have a literal soul in a gem. I feel like maybe it might make you feel a little better about the deal with Kyubey as opposed to say a view where your soul is your core everything though.

As for Mikoto you have her tap quote: “She was called a cheery optimist and a naive girl, but also a coward.. Huh...? Although I was talking about someone else, it was like I was talking about myself... I guess the being known as me is fading away after all... “

Which I feel shows the characteristics she views as her “self” plus you add in the fact it’s basically eroding with the witch mindset. I think this Buddhist belief might be why she seems less upset about the change from girl to pseudo-witch. Like she views that as one of the truths- like okay, so I’ve changed, I’m still me. Same goes for her Uwasa situation. You don’t really see her panic over losing her “self” until it’s really eroding her memory perhaps because of this mindset that it’s something that can change.

Next up- the Four Noble Truths!

The Four Noble Truths are:

* Suffering exists

* Suffering has a cause (craving and attachments)

* Suffering can be ended

* There is a path to end suffering (the Eightfold Path)

Since it’s relevant to the above, I’ll go ahead and list out the Eightfold Path. Think of it as your guide to happiness.

* Right View, which means having a clear understanding of the Four Noble Truths and the nature of reality

* Right Thought, which means cultivating wholesome thoughts free from greed, hatred, and delusion

* Right Speech, which means speaking truthfully, kindly, and avoiding gossip or harmful speech

* Right Action, which means acting ethically and non-violently, respecting all living beings

* Right Livelihood, which means earning a living through honest means that do not harm others

* Right Effort, which means putting in the effort to cultivate positive qualities and overcome negative ones

* Right Mindfulness, which means being fully aware of the present moment, your thoughts, feelings, and bodily sensations without judgment

* Right Concentration, which means developing a state of focused and clear mind through meditation practices

Okay so Mikoto has this life of suffering (moreso than usual) to begin with and yet she doesn’t really seem to go for the Eightfold Path. In fact, it’s almost like she’s intentionally going against the rules at times. She lies to her school friends about her home life, she goes out hoping to buy a knife to kill her father, and finally she wishes him gone. But she doesn’t stop there, after that works, she goes on to use her suggestions to convince a random family she’s their daughter too.

Now why might Mikoto be so adamant about breaking these rules?

First off, I feel like she’s got some religious trauma- like her parents probably told her not to be greedy about wanting some money for necessities and to endure things like being short of food for religious reasons. Poor families often use religion as a crutch to explain their own problems. Very much- endure the suffering it’s what the gods intended. Or in this case, it’s part of the Buddhist tradition in the sense that suffering is just one of their core basics of life. Be a good girl and the suffering will end. If you’re still suffering it’s because you weren’t good enough.

Secondly, aside from religious trauma as a rule breaking thing, she’s got a controlling family with abusive/neglectful parents, which means she feels like she’s never had control of her own life. She makes that wish and gets freed from that situation and suddenly she’s wanting to regain as much control as possible. Hence the pushback at rules.

Overall, I feel a lot of Mikoto’s “break the establishment” view comes from these two angles: Religion and Family. Because I think she would have a better school life for example if her family life wasn’t so garbage.

Next up- karma! In Buddhism, karma is the idea that a person's past actions, especially intentional actions, can have positive or negative effects on their future. The term "karma" comes from Sanskrit and literally means "action" or "doing". Now the cycle of karma really seems to play a part with Mikoto. For example, after her father is gone and her mother begins the same pattern of neglect, Mikoto wonders “Is this my punishment? How ironic.” It’s the first of many times her actions seem to result in a negative pushback.

Obviously using so much of her powers of suggestion to lie ends up darkening her soul gem to the point she witches out, once again it’s something she connects back to her wish and her use of her powers of suggestion. The moment she witches out, she thinks: “The time of my punishment was right before my eyes.” And she briefly reflects on her misdeeds as she turns witch as well, regretting her lies and treatment of her parents.

In Buddhism, saṃsāra is the endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Buddhists believe that saṃsāra is painful and unsatisfactory, and that it's perpetuated by desire, avidya (ignorance) and karma. The ultimate goal of Buddhist practice is to escape this cycle and achieve nirvana.

This is interesting then because after becoming a brain parasite that hops from Hanna to Alina before becoming Winchester itself, Mikoto basically goes on a vengeance spree of sorts trying to cause as much destruction as possible. Once more, she chooses not the Eightfold Path, but rather goes directly against it.

In short, Mikoto wracks up a lot of bad karma and it’s only with Iroha that she starts to let this go.

@chairteeth speaks more about Iroha (and Ui) and their role as the Bodhisattva ideal in Magia Record, but I also want to highlight how Hanna plays that role for Mikoto.

The Bodhisattva ideal is based on the idea that a bodhisattva's wisdom and compassion can benefit all beings. Bodhisattvas are often portrayed cultivating qualities such as morality, self-sacrifice, and wisdom. They are also known for their extreme selflessness, as they postpone their own enlightenment until they have guided all beings to the source of fulfillment, nirvana.

Basically Hanna is what Mikoto sees as the Bodhisattva ideal because she’s so kind and forgiving, often sacrificing herself for the sake of saving others. And it’s through the creation and time with Uwasa Hanna that Mikoto does seem to finally let go of her negative feelings and move onto a rebirth of sorts.

Hanna’s role in Memory Drops is guiding Mikoto back, doing everything to save her. It’s the hope that Hanna brings Mikoto that allows her to finally complete the saṃsāra cycle and pass on believing in good once more.

Nirvana is described as a state of peace beyond suffering, ignorance, and rebirth. That’s where Mikoto’s story ends and I find it quite poignant that she’s able to reach that place the way she does. It’s through Hanna and her belief in Hanna that she’s able to finally reach nirvana. By finally embracing and vowing to become like Hanna, Mikoto frees herself from the cycle.

Overall, Mikoto’s story is a great example of how religious views can influence a character and the way they look at their world. And I hope you enjoyed this little look into it!

#magia record #magireco #mikoto sena #sena mikoto #yes I am back with more meta on mikoto #but this really made me think about her in a different light and I appreciate the context it brings to her

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comicgoblinwrites · 1 year ago

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hey! this is chance & here’s this week’s prompt. pick one of your ocs. how would they react if they suddenly appeared right next to you, in the modern world? what would happen?

Oof.

Okay—so if they KNEW WHO I WAS and that I’m responsible for their woes…. Nothing good. Darcy would probably actually try and kill me. She’s from a world that severely messed up and she’s not very happy there right now.

If she didn’t know that I’ve got my fingers all over her reality, we’d probably get on just fine, and she’d probably be pretty chill with the break from fighting monsters and fascists. Then she’d probably want to go back because she’d be really worried about everyone that was left behind in her reality.

Maeve, even if she knew that I’m kind a god to her reality, would probably just roll with it? Because she comes from a universe where there are already gods meddling in people’s lives. She probably wouldn’t be thrilled, but wouldn’t attempt bodily harm immediately. I think she’d be a little shook about being in a world without magic, but eventually would be chill with that too, cause she has a… rocky relationship with her own magic and wouldn’t be upset if it just disappeared. Would ALSO be distressed about everyone she left behind, though.

Darcy would adjust to this reality better, since the only difference between this one and hers is that hers has been overrun by inter dimensional monsters and society collapsed.

Maeve would probably have a tougher time adjusting, since she’s used to things like space travel and teleportation and telepathy. Not to mention magical healing and whatnot.

Maeve is a from The Fire Between Stars

Darcy is from The Sound of the End

#writing #writeblr #writer #fantasy #science fantasy #tfbs #tfbs book #tsote #tsote book #Darcy Marister #Maeve Lazuli

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hoxooster · 2 years ago

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Payday Q&A thing! M, T, X.

M is for MASKS: favourite mask/s?

I've got a few. I gotta give some love to two masks that I made:

Full Metal Doge and 80's Cowboy. The former is actually the first mask, material, pattern, and colors that I got when I downloaded PD2 on my da's computer. I'm known by this mask, and even though I haven't worn it in a long while (I've got a personal, 'wear as many of the masks as you can' challenge that I've been working on), I still love it dearly. As for 80's Cowboy, I just really liked how it came out when I first made it--it's probably one of my best masks, design-wise.

As for untampered with masks, I love these ones:

And, for a lil' bit of fun, these are my favorite PD:TH masks:

T is for TASER: most surprising moment/thing that happened in-game?

Hm. Well, I can think of a couple things. For PD:TH, a lot of 'em are just things dealing with my buddy, Wolfee. Like, him finally agreeing to accept my friend request (after much begging on my part), that time he found out that you can get stuck inside the police transport trucks on Green Bridge (and he stayed in there so I would get stuck and would have to fight my way out, the cheeky fucker)...

... how I earned my Steam username by impressing him (Diamond, 145, me and him with bots. Went loud 'cause the code didn't work. Him and the bots went into custody. I had to survive an assault wave, then dom 3 cops to get them back. He complimented me, and thus my Steam username was created and cemented.), and a bunch of other shit that I could spend hours talking about.

For PD2, there was the time that the GO Bank vault was just open--didn't know that that was a possibility until it happened to me...

... the time Wolfee showed that he cared about me enough to threaten one of our friends with bodily harm if I was downed...

... the multiple times I messed with Emma with the artifacts on Shadow Raid (she mains Chains and had never gotten his mask in a drop, then I got one after torturing her XD)...

... and some other things here 'n there that I love to talk about as part of my 'Old Man Stories' while in-call with people. I've made a lot of fond memories in this game, and I look forward to making a lot more, ya know?

Honestly, the most surprising thing is that you made Breakin' Feds a comfort heist for me, Red. Jeezum Crow, I hate it here.

X is for XENODIAGNOSIS: would you want Bain's disease to be curable and why/not?

No, because his death needed to happen. Simon Viklund wanted to leave OVERKILL, so he left to pursue other things and hangout with his best friend, and I'm happy for him.

As a Payday fan, this is devastating. Simon defined what Payday is--and I'm not joking. His portrayal of Bain guides players from a place of camaraderie and respect that no other contractor has ever even touched, and probably never will. His Cloaker dialogue is filled with memes and jokes at the expense of the fanbase, but, ya know, sometimes we all need to be taken down a few pegs whenever we get too cocky in-game. And his music? Jesus, his music gives both Paydays a feel that cannot be replicated--we've seen the examples that have been put forward by others, and they just don't compare. Now, I'm not sayin' that those songs ain't great, but they obviously just don't feel the same. Simon was the Heart and Soul of Payday, and his loss is felt deeply by those that know and hear the difference. It actually makes me very worried about PD3, 'cause it's just not gonna feel right without him there. But, it is what it is.

As a Payday player, I'm glad that it was handled in-game, so people wouldn't be left questioning just what in the hell happened to Bain. I hate that shit when that happens in TV shows--like, when characters disappear or get replaced by different actors without an explanation. Anyway, the decisions made on how to go about it were... strange, to put it lightly, but at least something was done. And, even though I hate bodyswapping narratives, I'm not peeved by Bain's ending. It was an alright send off, for what they could do on short notice in a sinking ship. Closure's a luxury that not all games have, and I'm glad that we got it with Payday's most important character.

And, as a decent person, I'm glad that they just killed off Bain in general. I dunno everything that went on behind the scenes at OVERKILL while Bo was imploding everything, but I can make some educated guesses. It wasn't good. For anyone. There's a lot of hurt there that's difficult to come back from, and, honestly, it's probably best if the OVERKILL team and Simon (and especially Ulf) don't work with each other again. Plus, it's probably just easier, logistically.

So, as much as I will miss Simon defining Payday, and Bain in his entirety, I'm glad that his disease wasn't presented in-game as curable and that his character was given a proper send off. He's more than earned his retirement and I hope that he enjoys laying mad pipe in the Oval Office.

#ask hoxooster a question #PAYDAY 2 #PD2 #PAYDAY 3 #PD3 #Bain #Player Experience #fan experience #screenshot #masks #long post warning

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utterhomestucktrash · 2 years ago

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Okay lets do this.

First of @youre-kinda-jumpy what you have linked and screenshotted is not, in fact, the bill (seems insane you thought that you could get away with that lol) it is an ORAL reply to the decision to use Section 35 to overrule the democracy of the Scottish government in which 2/3 of MPS voted to allow people the right to change their gender marker in the same way you can legally change your name. In the same way at 16 in the UK you can consent to sex, to get married, to vote, to get tattoos and piercing and get pregnant and start a family, a lot of these with parental consent but it would be very difficult to change your legal paperwork without parental help and consent in the first place. We give 16 year olds a lot of rights and a lot of understanding that they have bodily autonomy at that age, so why is gender identity the only thing that is way too serious to make a decision on when you can literally bring a person into this world at that age.

HERE is some information about the Bill, produced by a whole buncha people more qualified that One Guy you linked. And there is no evidence that reforming this bill to give more control to someone over their own identity would cause any harm to women or girls - and that talking point is clearly just gay panic, and I’m sick of it because JUST because things are changing and you’re shaking in your little booties because you cant handle someone being different than you and also being happy doesnt mean you just get to make up shit. Why dont you befriend a trans person, why dont you get out more, and if you wanna identify as anything in the LGBTQ+ you better know that that always includes that gottam T and if you aren’t with us on that then you’re not a lesbian at all girlie, you’re a bigot and you’re UGLY from the inside <3

Also to the previous “MEN TO LEGALLY BECOME FEMALES” LINE are you shitting my ass - BECOME ??? BECOME ?????? Getting a gender dysphoria diagnosis is NOT easy to get, and a lot of teens struggle with going through a puberty that is changing their body permanently with no way to change it because people have decided for them that they don’t get to make that decision yet. This can be highly destressing and a lot of them don’t make it, a lot of trans people in general die on the waiting list for a gender dysphoria diagnosis because the waitlist is years long and sometimes they are missed or dismissed. WAITING LIST for one of the 2 in my entire country (5 years currently) . VIDEO by Abigail Thorne on this topic. Imagine waiting 5 years for any other kind of help ? You’d kill yourself or you’d find some way to deal with it on your own, many of us do, and so giving someone at least the freedom to legally identify with their own gender so they can start their life - get married, get a passport, be gendered correctly in school or work, is at least a reprieve. Tbh, the government at least owes us this as this level of healthcare is something they know ends lives and makes quality of life miserable and is torture for some.

And to the last point on @riddlemedis ‘s post - How fucking dare you say that we are COMPLAINING about trans genocide when Brianna Ghey just lost her life to a brutal hate crime at 16. I genuinely feel like your heart is forever tainted for saying something like this, I really genuinely hope you find peace and love in yourself and stop giving your life over to hate. We face death mostly by suicide but the hand on the knife is not only ours, but the doctors holding us back from service, unsupportive parents and friends, discrimination in the workplace and in school, and in public bathroom, being treated like sex criminals for wearing certain clothes, politicians who know nothing about being trans but virtue signal to get votes from transphobes (if you’re on a tories side you know where you’re going - hell (england)) and also your hand, pushing that knife in and then telling us it’s our problem for overreacting and not just waiting because YOU have a problem with someone else living their fucking lives. My god, get a grip of yourself and go fucking learn a hobby or something, I really hope you become a better person so the shame of all the hate you spread can eat you up at night while I live it up with my tits off. kisses ! xx

FUCK ENGLAND FUCK THE TORIES FUCK THE TERFS AND FUCK YOU IF YOU DONT KNOW WHAT JUST HAPPENED

I have to learn about America's shitty Politics all the time against my will so just so you know Scotland is still fucking OWNED by england and our democracy means NOTHING we just voted for a gender recognition bill JUST FOR SCOTLAND and england VETOED IT. They said SCOTTISH TRANS PEOPLE YOU CANT HAVE THOSE RIGHTS ACTUALLY - and the UKs prime minister isn't even fucking elected he's just a rich cunt. Im so mad I hate terfs why don't u develop some fucking empathy you horrible horrible people. Respectfully, I hope u get sick in our shitty healthcare system that u and the rest of the Tories chose and flatline in one of the 3 ambulances we have left 😵‍💫

#terfs #politics #suicide mention #transphobia #brianna ghey #hate crime #death mention #I know they're stupid but come on

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awakenthemusic · 2 years ago

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Suptober 2022 Day 31 - Costume

Short fic, 627 words, Claire Novak/Kaia Nieves, Dean Winchester

The whole family is in the bunker, ready to take Garth and Bess's kids out trick-or-treating. Will Dean, Claire, and Kaia stop sassing each other long enough to get in the damn car?

Under the cut or on Ao3

Costume

Dean walked down the bunker hallway, adjusting his proton pack as he went. He stopped in front of one of the doors, banged loudly on it, and said, “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

He poked at the “Venkman” name tag that was peeling off his costume yet again. Stupid local costume shop with its stupid cheap costumes. Next year, he was making his own.

“I want it to go on record,” Claire growled through the door. “I only let you talk me into this because Holtzman is literally the coolest fictional character ever.”

Dean chuckled, then leaned closer to the door to tease, “And because your girlfriend makes a bangin’ Sigourney Weaver.”

The door whipped open and Claire rolled her eyes. “Try not to be a total creeper, Hasselhoff.”

Kaia chuckled from behind Claire, putting in a couple of last pins to hold Claire’s hair back.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause my jumpsuit’s cooler than yours,” Dean snarked, trying to ignore the awesome reflective stripes on Claire’s jumpsuit that reminded him of the ones on a firefighter’s uniform.

Claire rolled her eyes again, then said, with a twinkle in her eye, “I still think you should have gone as Kevin, you give off the perfect himbo vibes.”

“Hey,” Dean spluttered as his mind unhelpfully played him a video of Hemsworth dancing on the roof; the dude was hot. “You give off… himbo vibes… Whatever, shut up.”

Claire and Kaia burst out laughing.

Dean tried to scowl but seeing the two of them so happy had him grinning in response.

“Garth and the kids are getting antsy, how much longer are you gonna need to primp, Miley?” Ha! Burn! Score one for Dean!

“Nice one, very original,” Claire said slowly, as though she were mollifying a child, and reached up to pat him condescendingly on the shoulder.

Almost on a reflex, Dean reached over to ruffle Claire’s hair in the way that drove her absolutely nuts.

Kaia’s hand shot out, knocking Dean’s off course and she growled, “Touch her hair and die.”

Dean froze, every muscle going tight on instinct as he assessed nearby threats. Kaia froze too, her eyes widened slightly.

Dean nodded and slowly backed up a step, holding his hands up non-threateningly as he tried to make his shoulders unclench. He and Kaia got along alright, for the most part. Between his various issues with Dark Kaia and the fact that he’d stupidly pulled a gun on this Kaia right after they’d met, they occasionally hit a rough patch where instinct took over and one of them needed a minute.

There was only so much you could do with that much trauma under the bridge.

Kaia took a deep breath, then nodded. Crisis averted.

She smirked, then asked, her voice only shaking a little bit, “No cowboy boots this time, Walker?”

Claire widened her eyes comically large and said, “Oh damn!”

Dean scowled back. Last Halloween, he and Cas had gone trick-or-treating with the kids as cowboys. Dean had been expecting references to Brokeback Mountain, or maybe some other classic western. Instead, all they’d heard had been references to Walker, Texas Ranger, and not even the Chuck Norris one, all people had been able to talk about was some stupid reboot Dean had never heard of.

It was a bit of a sore spot.

Still, it was a very good barb. Dean grinned at Kaia, held his hands out wide, and said, “No cowboy boots, I’m not so big a himbo that I can’t learn from my mistakes.”

Claire laughed so suddenly that she snorted, which set Kaia and Dean off laughing at her. Claire turned about three shades of red and spent the entire walk down the hallway threatening them both with bodily harm.

#suptober22 #fanfic #fanfiction #spn #supernatural #dean winchester #kaia nieves #claire novak

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spaceprincessem · 2 years ago

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this happiness is hell on earth {i think it’s gonna kill me} | 10k buddie fic | ao3 link

[content warning: suicidal ideation]

Maybe now that he’s found people he loves and a place he calls home being alone isn't really the problem. Maybe the problem is that he’s clung too hard to what he’s got. Constantly biting the hand that feeds. Taking and taking and taking until the well inevitably dries up. Because Buck has never once been satisfied with the things given to him. Maybe he can’t find the answer to happiness because there is no answer.

There’s just Evan Buckley always wanting more.

It’s three in the goddamn morning and he’s lying in bed watching New Moon because it’s playing on television and he has some stupid nostalgic attachment to the Twilight series. If Chimney ever finds out he’ll never hear the end of it. If Buck is being honest it's all Maddie’s fault. She left her well worn copy of Twilight on her bookshelf, her messy, cursive writing crammed in the margins where she made notes about her favorite parts. In the years that followed some of their only communication stemmed from text conversations about the rest of the series. Buck bought the books from second hand stores with money from his paper route and sat out on the roof below his bedroom window with a flashlight reading through them until the sun came up. He knows Bella’s particular method of coping with the loss of Edward isn’t exactly healthy, but he can, unfortunately, relate.

It’s the cliff jumping scene that makes him pause.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it before. He’s seen the reels on Instagram. The viral videos of people jumping from extremely high places just to plunge into the depths below. He’s always imagined the rush of adrenaline you’d feel in the free fall. The way the wind nips at your skin, the last inhale of air before you hit the water with a force that probably hurts just a little. He’s read the paragraphs beneath the post. How they all gush about the feeling of being alive. It’s clearly reckless. Because the chances of something going wrong are just too high and Buck can’t afford to spend his karma on recreational activities.

But.

Maybe this is as close as he can get to the feeling of dying without actually dying. Or causing severe bodily harm. Maybe this is his chance to really see if the answer to happiness is just on the other side of the veil.

So he goes down his little research rabbit hole. He finds groups that regularly meet up when the weather is just right. The kind of people who know what they’re doing, or as much as anyone can when you’re throwing yourself into the mercy of gravity. He’s careful not to follow any of them on his social media because the last thing he needs is someone on the team catching wind of what he’s about to do. Not that it should be a secret. He’s seen his fair share of accidents for hobbies more mainstream and lower risk, but the last thing he needs is to be benched from work or pulled into an intervention from his friends and family. He’s allowed to have this. Even if it’s for, mostly, the wrong reasons. He DMs a few people and they gladly share their next group outing. Some set of cliffs only twenty minutes from where he works.

Buck checks the weather for that day. Clear skies and calm waves. It’s fine. He’ll be fine. He can do it once and if it doesn’t give him the clarity he’s looking for then he can just stop. Easy as that.

Easy as that.

read the rest on ao3

#buddie #evan buckley #911 fox #ao3 #buck x eddie

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rachelbethhines · 3 years ago

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Do you think Abuela Alma is a terrible person and abuser like King Fredric?

The grandma from Encanto?

No, of course not.

For starters we never see nor hear about Alma abusing her authority over the town, which is mostly ceremonial and not a legally inherited authority backed by money and armed forces like a king would be. She's in charge because the people respect her. They respect her because she actively helps them. If she was to undermine that by not helping or by causing intentional harm then she would no longer be in power.

So right off the bat the politics are very, very different.

Secondly, we only get a very vague insight into her familial relationships. At most all she does is look disappointed, or orders her kids about. It's not a healthy way to communicate with her family, which the movie points out, but you can't claim it to be abuse without further context.

We get context with Frederic, he doesn't just talk down to his daughter, he lies to her, gaslights her, denies her bodily autonomy using excessive force, and deliberately wields the power imbalance he has over her to force her to comply to what he wants.

Alma nags at her kids, but they don't have stay there and take it. We find out later that Bruno didn't really leave, but that was by choice. No one stopped him from going or setting up boundaries.

Contrarywise you have Isabella making poor life choices because of the pressure of feeling like she has to be perfect, but at the end of day it's still her decision to make. Alma isn't actually threatening her with anything for not going through with the engagement. In fact I'm fairly sure no one knew of Isabella's true feelings until she yelled them at her sister. Which is poor communication on Isabella's part, which she in turn learned from Alma.

That's the point of the movie. Learning to communicate, and how generational trauma can stunt that communication and cause emotional damage even years later.

Which leads to point number three. Intent.

Abusers know what they are doing, they just don't care.

Alma honestly doesn't realize that her behavior is harmful until Maribel points it out to her. Because Maribel is the only one in the family who is willing to honestly communicate. She sincerely believes that she's helping her kids and is blinded to how her actions harm them.

She mistakingly thinks they want what she wants, because who would ever want to go through the horrors she faced? What she does protects them right? Yes in a way, but it's a protection that comes at a price and Alma and most of the family isn't willing to examine what the costs are.

Frederic fully knows what he is doing is wrong. He even abuses Rapunzel with the exact same abuse that she had just escaped from with Gothel. This is pointed out to him multiple times by serveal people throughout the course of the story. But Frederic doesn't care how his actions harms others so long as he feels safe and secure.

He deliberately hides important information that could mean life or death for people just so he won't have to face consequences for his actions. And keeping Rapunzel 'safe', is nothing more than an excuse to avoid his own insecurities.

To Frederic's mind Rapunzel isn't her own person, with her own needs or wants, but an extension of himself. So he tries to force her to comply to what he wants for her without her consideration, despite her actively voicing to him several times that she doesn't want this life.

Which leads to the final point. Redemption.

Alma acknowledges what she did wrong, apologizes, and changes her ways. Frederic never does that.

Alma's past is there to provide context for her actions, it's not intended to be an excuse for anything; which is why she admits she was wrong to both Maribel and rest of the family after the flashback. Then in the final montage song, the family is happy, getting along, and most importantly communicating with each other! Meaning Alma kept her word and did change.

Frederic never acknowledges those he's hurt. His 'traumatic past' is used as an excuse and in actuality doesn't aline with the majority of his actions. It's just a sad thing that happened to him and the audience is expected to feel bad for him even though his victims had it far, far worse.

He also never really apologizes to anyone, not even Rapunzel, and shoves the blame for the rocks onto a poor child that he had been abusing for half a season. Then come to find out, he didn't mend his ways and kept on abusing that poor child even after promising to help him. Nothing was learn. No redemption was to be had.

Not every unhealthy relationship is automatically abusive. You can be trapped in a toxic environment with people who genuinely love you and not even realize that it is toxic because no one taught you how to communicate properly. However, if you're all willing to work on those issues you can make the relationship stronger.

Abuse, though, that's intentional. That is someone deliberately behaving in a toxic manner in order to gain something from thier victims. They know what they are doing, and 90% of the time do not care. Because they know they can get away with it because there is an power imbalance between them and thier victim.

I call Frederic abusive because he exhibits toxic behavior with a clear intent to gain something for himself and goes through with that behavior even though he knows better.

Alma though is someone who has unhealthy relationships because she just doesn't know how communicate with her children and doesn't know how to process her own trauma. She's not after anything specific, doesn't realize the harm her actions cause, and is working towards bettering herself upon realizing her faults.

#rapunzel's tangled adventure #tangled the series #tangled #Encanto #king frederic #abuela alma madrigal

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thefairyletters · 4 years ago

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Ships and their wingmen

Part 2

Read -> Part 1

Because we can't be the only one who ship them. Or those who don't.

MinaSaku

In time-travel AU, Sakura will possibly the only one who will not ship it, if only because that will change the future. But casting that aside, Team Minato will do everything in their power to make sure the two adults soon sire a pink-haired, blue-eyed kid or blond-haired, green-eyed kid, or any combination of those colors for that matter.

Kushina will be conflicted whether to pursue Minato and fight her best friend/soul-sister (because Sakura is Kushina in pink hair) or allow Sakura get Minato and keep their relationships as it is. If she chooses latter, she will give up on Minato, simp on Hokage hat instead, and becomes the best damn Hokage Konoha has ever seen. If not, she puts up a good fight, insert-a-lot-of-angst, a heartfelt moment between Sakura and Kushina later simps on Hokage's hat, and becomes the best damn Hokage Konoha has ever seen. Either way, Kushina sooner or later supports MinaSaku, because she doesn't get Minato then only Sakura gets to have him.

Like Ino and Sakura, Inoichi and Sakura become fast friends, even if it starts with Inoichi flirting and Sakura hitting him squarely on his jaw, and the man is excessively protective of his pink-haired friend. He will probably root for KushiMina just so to protect Sakura's chastity. He will give up soon and will make sure no one gets in the way of his OTP.

If it takes place in canon, let's say somehow Minato selectively gets to be revived for extended periodof time for some reason. Or he time-travels to post-war time and finds himself thrown into a loop. Both, in which, MinaSaku is a very slow burn that even Naruto notices the strange air between his dad and his teammate, and everyone comes to conclusion exactly where Naruto had gotten his denseness from. Kakashi ships MinaSaku because it's his father-no-2 and favourite student together, as weird as it sounds. Naruto doesn't ship, at all, because that would make Sakura his step-mother. Most angst in this MinaSaku will be caused by one Naruto Uzumaki. Ino simps for this ship just because Minato is hot, is loosely Sakura's type and she, being a good friend, completely supports her best friend bedding a heartbreaker like Minato.

Tsunade ships because he is a good man.

Konoha council ships because Namikaze genes need to be retained in the village one way or another.

HashiSaku

For starters, Tobirama doesn't ship, at all. Hashirama was already very prone to get distracted even without Sakura in the picture, but now with someone of Sakura's colors by his side, it was as if Tobirama got prematurely promoted as the head of Senju clan AND Hokage. Tobirama doesn't appreciate it at all. He subtly tries to get Sakura killed, to ship her overseas without Hashirama noticing, and convince her to marry someone who wasn't tan-skinned, longhaired and a Senju to boot. When all failed, he tries to seduce her himself as a last-ditch effort to help her move on from Hashirama. He only manages to gain a black-eye and a harsh rejection on top of it. Then, it look a while, but he figured she would be a good leader and a competent backup if Hashirama remains distracted in all his future meetings.

Mito is a proud, powerful woman, and she desires strength in things that catches her attention. So when she found Sakura, she wanted her for herself but instead found herself in competition with Hashirama of all people. Regardless to say, they hate each other.

Madara sees Sakura as the second and the last brain cell of the Senju clan, next to Tobirama. He supports HashiSaku if only so his best friend can learn a thing or two about how to use his bright but otherwise inactive brain cell. He is always ready to adopt her into his clan should Senju throw her out, courtesy of Tobirama.

Izuna likes Sakura and if she likes Hashirama, then he will support it. Easy as that.

MitoSaku

Madara doesn't care because his best friend is married to not one but two beautiful but powerful beasts of women. Hashirama has no room for complaints.

Hashirama is a third wheel in his own marriage.

Tobirama doesn't know if he ships it or not because his brother is married to a woman who is in love with another woman and that woman insists that they all remain together for the better of future.

Izuna ships, to say at least.

TobiSaku

Hashirama is the biggest fan of TobiSaku. He grins his annoying grin in a way that makes everyone present in the room with him blush in embarrassment. He dubbed Sakura as his sister-in-law the moment he saw his brother with her.

Madara doesn't think someone like Tobirama deserves Sakura, but thinks someone like Sakura can persuade Tobirama to chill. It's better for Senju clan in a long run, so he supports their relationship.

Mito simps hard for this ship because she wants Sakura as her sister-in-law. Half of the TobiSaku moments happened because of HashiMito's meddling.

Izuna flirts with Sakura at every chance he could, if only to rile Tobirama. He might like Sakura as a bit more than a friend, but he also finds TobiSaku relationship precious in a passive-agressive way so he doesn't mostly get in their way because they make up to about 65% of his daily entertainment quota which he doesn't wish to lose.

MadaSaku

If there's one person who is a die-hard fan of this ship then it's one Izuna Uchiha. He enjoys teasing his older brother at every chance he gets, ruthlessly and sadistically. He enjoys the way his brother softens at the very mention of Sakura and he thinks that is the most precious thing he's seen his older brother do for anyone who's not him. Sakura gets along with Izuna so well that he often thinks she knows him better than he knows himself, and for that he cherishes Sakura as one of his family. His love for MadaSaku stretches so far that he would kill anyone who dares to get in between two of his most important people.

Tobirama ships them because he thinks Sakura will help Madara lose some of the madness inherent in Uchiha clan. It is because of Sakura that Tobirama becomes less wary of Uchihas and warms up to them.

Hashirama jumps at Madara and Sakura everytime they come for a visit, much to his wife's embarassment. Sakura is considered one of the Senju clan, and with her marrying into Uchiha clan, strengthens Senju-Uchiha alliance. Hashirama, like Izuna, is very happy to see Madara at peace and wishes the best for the couple. Like Izuna, he teases Madara mercilessly everytime Madara does something even slightly uncharacteristic of him. Sakura isn't teased often only because her becoming flustered results only in bodily harm.

Mito approves of the pair, if only because it gets her husband's attention away from Madara and his clan. She respects Sakura and knows the Uchiha clan will thrive with her as their matriarch.

IzuSaku

Madara doesn't ship it at first because his brother is easily charmed by beautiful women and she looked a little too much like a Uzushio woman. Mito and Madara aren't in the best of the terms, regardless of the alliance. He suspected it to be trap when he saw his brother smile a little too gently, his eye softening a little too much than he was accustomed to seeing. He didn't ship IzuSaku at all because he loves his brother first and foremost. Sakura and he started off in bad terms but he soon discerns her good intentions and her honest reciprocal of feelings for Izuna, so he gives them his blessings and promises his protection.

Tobirama doesn't believe it until he sees it. He thinks she is too good for someone like Izuna, but seeing Izuna happy and content with Sakura, he comes to an understanding that this arrangement does save a lot of women from falling his prey.

Hashirama doesn't hold a particular opinion on Izuna but knows his notorious reputation and thus fears for Sakura's heart. He doesn't get in their way but tries to make sure Sakura is safe. When he is assured Izuna is courting her with intention of marriage, he gives them his blessings as well because Sakura is part of his family.

Mito doesn't understand why Sakura chose someone like Izuna given his reputation, and how Izuna really fell hard for the woman like Sakura.

SaiSaku

Sai doesn't have lot of friends to support him, but luckily for him, Sakura has.

It is Ino who digs their relationship. Ino who helps Sai learn a thing or two about women. Ino who helps him learn new ways to impress Sakura (failed everytime). Sai and Ino became close friends the more she stayed around as his part-time trainer/babysitter everytime Sakura is away on a mission/hospital (because Sakura doesn't trust Sai alone without her for long). It is through Ino that they ultimately got together in the end.

Naruto, as if on a clock, becomes sceptical if she didn't see Sasuke in Sai, but that idea goes out of the window everytime Sai opens his pretty mouth. He supports Sai and Sakura because he could. As much as Sai pisses him off, he is still one of his good friends that he treasure, but one he would never admit to about his feelings.

Sasuke never thought his position in Team 7 would be threatened, much less by an ANBU/Root member, and he most definitely didn't think it will be that member who will ultimately date Sakura. As much as he knew the world wouldn't have stopped moving when he left, he also didn't expect new faces to join his team and take what had been promised his. Sakura punches him square on his face when he vocalises his thoughts. Regardless to say, he isn't happy with this arrangement.

Yamato is most pleased to see Sai flourishing as a person instead of a killing machine they were made into. He thinks Sakura is scary and will keep Sai on his toes, but also that she will be patient and guide him on the right path. They couldn't be more different, but he knew they understand each other like no one else.

Yamato and Naruto becomes the best men in SaiSaku wedding, and no sightings of Sasuke is observed anywhere.

ShiSaku

Surprisingly, Shisui gets green signal from all the members of team 7. When asked, he is told many reasons ranging from – "You're the only decent Uchiha" to "You're not emotionally dead.", which ultimately means he is approved because he is everything Sakura expects in a man, and that age is hardly a reason of disapproval from them if it is not a problem for Sakura.

Naruto sometimes – particularly on days when Shisui steals their female teammate to spend time with him – think if Shisui had not brainwashed Sakura into giving in to his vile intentions, because that's exactly what his Sharingan is specialized to do, but when Sakura hears a word about this, she always punches him hard enough to make him reconsider his words. Sasuke and Kakashi are smart enough to keep their opinions about her love life to themselves.

If Itachi thought Shisui was annoying when he was not in love, he thinks Shisui is downright nuts when he is in love. Sakura is all he ever talks about, and while Itachi is pleased to see his cousin and Sakura, who's a good friend to him, so happy in love, there's a line that need not be crossed. He is thankful that both make a lovely couple together who can make Uchiha clan a happy place with their shared positivity. But. But, Shisui is also a jealous idiot and those two words never make a good combination. Itachi blesses the couple for all happiness in the world, but he is just not the person they should come to looking for relationship advice whenever one of them (always Shisui) screws up.

You'd think since Shisui is not part of the main house and having no living family of his own, there'll be no family drama surrounding him and his love life, but you're dead wrong. Once Mikoto and Fugaku hear a word about ShiSaku being canon, they call Shisui in, gives him the earful of the lifetime, demands of him to propose marriage to her, and proceed to prepare for the big wedding. Sakura accepts but that's hardly a point, because next thing Shisui knows is getting adopted into the main house. There goes his freedom.

KibaSaku

Tsume loves Sakura. She wants to adopt Sakura. Inuzuka clan loves Sakura. KibaSaku is real, so what happens? Tsume threatens to disown Kiba unless he proposes to Sakura and make her one of the pack soon. According to Tsume, Kiba has finally chosen "the one who will make up for his lack-of-thereof brain and strength".

When the word gets out about his entanglement with Sakura, Team 8 is pleased – especially Hinata and Shino. Kurenai looks at him like she doesn't believes him. Shino repeats Tsume's sentiments on the matter. Hinata only smiles in a way that screams 'finally!'.

Team 7 is not happy that their precious teammate is getting it on with someone who smells like dog.

Kurenai who is like a mother to both Sakura and Kiba is happy to help them get started with parenting. It got too awkward to further ask Tsume who only said to "break the bed and let nature play its role". Kurenai will take turns with rest of the Team 8 and Team 7 to babysit many kids that KibaSaku will sire because they are wild. Tsume is proud though.

Tsunade blesses the couple and knows she will enjoy spoiling her many grandchildren rotten. Shizune is only happy for her sister-figure, even if she is a bit worried for the children.

Ino smirks at Sakura like a sly cat, every time they meet, all the way until her friend is happily married. Kiba is a catch, even if he smells like a dog. And they both know it.

GaaSaku

Baki cries in joy when GaaSaku reveals their relationship public. He had thought Gaara was a lost cause when it comes to romance. His son-figure made him proud that day.

Temari threatens Sakura if she breaks "her-precious-bean's-fragile-heart", she will see through that her body gets never found in the sand. When it became clear that Sakura was serious about Gaara, Temari crushes the other woman to her chest and cries over how lucky she was to have Gaara as her husband (because there's no way her precious bean, Gaara, is undeserving of someone).

Kankuro breaks down crying, thankful that his little brother Gaara was not asexual and that he only had high expectations of himself because there was no way Sakura wasn't the best bride for Gaara. A match made in heaven, he said. It doesn't help that Kankuro and Sakura are best friends who often conspire ways to make Gaara blush prettily like he does, much to Gaara's chagrin.

Tsunade stans GaaSaku and is aware of the political advantage in their marriage to back up their relationship. Temari marrying into Konoha and Sakura into Sand, is a fair exchange.

Konoha council begs to differ.

Naruto wants to feel betrayed but doesn't because Gaara deserves the love he will get from Sakura, and he knows him and knows her. That doesn't help him from sending threatening letters, dripping on rabbit's blood, to Gaara who isn't alarmed at all and patiently writes back about his feelings concerning his female teammate. Naruto cries like a baby on their wedding because Kazehime is such a fitting title for his precious Sakura-chan.

Sasuke never sees it coming. He is betrayed, but not because Sakura moved on but because it is Gaara she moved on to. He takes personal offence to it, confronts personally about it to her in Suna and Sakura isn't impressed. If Sakura gives him a beating that leaves him in Suna hospital for a week, that's not on Sakura.

Kakashi cannot care less whom his old genin team fucks and marries but he admits he is a bit impressed that Sakura marries Gaara of all people.

ShikaSaku

Team 10 is ecstatic when Shikamaru and Sakura makes their relationship public. Ino is on cloud nine when she hears Sakura gets to be official part of Ino-Shika-Cho. She breaks into Sakura's apartment to crush her best friend in a hug that might as well suffocate her to death but a girl gotta express her joy one way or another. She demands Shikamaru to invite Sakura for all future clan get-togethers so Sakura will feel comfortable in future.

Choji is happy for his best friend. He secretly meets with Yoshino to prepare for the big day. He exclusively invites Sakura for all Akimichi parties when he hears about her passion for cooking, even if she's bad at it. It's safe to say Sakura became part of Ino-Shika-Cho even before her marriage to Shikamaru.

When Sasuke hears about it, he corners Shikamaru and inquires about all the intentions Shikamaru has towards his teammate. He might not like Sakura like she once wished to be liked by him, but she was still part of his family that is Team 7 and he cares enough to make sure she doesn't get heart broken the way she had with him. When he gets right answers, he drops his arm against his throat, draws back his kusanagi and walks away like nothing was amiss.

When Naruto hears about it, he pokes fun at Shikamaru for his taste in women – first Temari, now his teammate. To onlookers, it would look like two friends playfully teasing each other, but if you look closely, you'd notice the red of Naruto's eyes, how the grip on Shikamaru's fingers were tad too tight and the way Shikamaru looked like he would rather be anywhere but there. After a measured shake and few more teasing jabs, Naruto returned to his goofy self.

When Kakashi hears about it and comes across him, Shikamaru doesn't let the older man get a word in. With Kakashi, it might as well be chidori to heart so Shikamaru rushed to firmly asserted his very pure, no vile, feelings for his sole female student. By the time he is finished with his monologue, Kakashi has left.

Tsunade is neutral when the news gets to her. As simple as Shikamaru was, he was also not the most committed person so she decides to test Shikamaru before she gave him her blessings.

Temari flips the table when the word reaches Suna. She immediately leaves the village to make sure Shikamaru was truly serious, this time, about her friend. Gaara follows after her because he is still pissed at the certain man for breaking his sister's heart. Kankuro passes the hat to Baki for the meantime and leaves after his siblings to beat certain someone if this is just another ugly fling for him. Also, because he isn't going to miss on a good show.

If some ink tigers pop out of nowhere and attempt on Shikamaru's life or some carnivorous plants tries to taste the meat on his nether region, he doesn't speak of the incidents to anyone, let alone Sakura. It is only after Sakura is pronounced a Nara that the attempts on his life cease.

The part 2 y'all wanted.

I think I nearly covered all the popular pairings. There's still ShinoSaku, YamaSaku, DeiSaku, KisaSaku, KarinSaku, LeeSaku, HidaSaku and ChoSaku, AsuSaku and IndraSaku though. Maybe next time.

#Kushina for Hokage #Inoichi is male!Ino therefore flirting is crucial #Kakashi and Rin worships the ground Sakura walks on #we all know the only way MinaSaku is happening is time-travel #cant blame naruto for not shipping minasaku #you wouldnt appreciate your father being chosen over you by your first love either #ino is us #hashirama is a poor political leader but Sakura is not #Mito is bisexual babe who simps hard for women who can lift what many powerful men couldnt #i cant help but make uchiha fam love sakura #tobirama is in denial and therefore the passive agressive love between tobisaku #izuna is a worldclass womaniser but sakura loves him anyway. just because he looks like sasuke doesnt mean he is even remotely like him #sai is precious. who sai will go to when sakura is busy? ino ofc #shisui is carefree uchiha who enjoys his freedom. he was at least until uchiha main family heard about his relationship with sakura #multisaku #hashisaku #madasaku #izusaku #shisaku #minasaku #mitosaku #shikasaku #gaasaku #notice how shikamaru gets the short end of the stick and is threatened again and again by all people who is not team 10?#he may be smart but he is also sexist has comittment issues and finds relationships drag. i made him lowkey womanizer which i think he is #kibasaku #he who smells like dog but is too hot to be casted aside #saisaku #everyone loves her #sakura haruno

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littlebitofwriting · 4 years ago

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Better Than Revenge

Summary: you learn that your (now ex) boyfriend Draco was cheating on you during the entirety of your relationship. With the help of the weasley twins, you plan a little bit of revenge on your cheating ex lover.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader (former), Weasley Twins x Slytherin!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, this starts out as a bit angsty

Word Count: 1407

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile. I’ve always wanted to write something where the Weasley twins help the reader get back at their cheating ex. I also love the idea of a slytherin reader being best friends with the Weasley twins. I hope you guys enjoy my first one shot on here. Please send in requests and feedback. My inbox is always open!

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Two years. You wasted two whole years loving Draco Malfoy. You thought your relationship was perfect. He was always such a gentleman to you, giving you gifts, showering you in love, making sure you were okay. But it was all a lie. For the entirety of your relationship Draco was in love with someone else. He was in love with your best friend.

Draco was always close to your best friend, but you thought nothing of it. They had been friends since first year. When Draco first asked you out third year you thought it was a bit of a joke as you always thought he’d end up with your best friend. When he convinced you that it wasn’t a joke and that he genuinely wanted to ask you out you thought nothing of it. Later that night when you told your best friend about the date, she was over the moon for you. She helped plan your outfit and helped you prepare for the upcoming date. She was always their for you throughout the entirety of the relationship. You didn’t think twice about Draco cheating on you with her. Now two years later, you wish you never said yes to that first date.

It was a Thursday night and you just got back to the common room after studying for what felt like forever. All you wanted to do was curl up with Draco and let all of the stress melt away. But life had other plans for you. As soon as you walked through the common room entrance you spotted your boyfriend and best friend having a heated make out session in the corner.

“What the actual fuck,” You were seething with anger. The two people who you trusted the most just broke your heart in two. “Why would you do this to me?” Tears of anger, disbelief, and sadness started to roll down your face.

Draco and your friend broke apart. They didn’t know what to say.

“How long?” You asked. You had to know.

Draco looked down at the ground, face full of guilt. “Two years,” he mumbled.

Your anger grew. “Two years? So our entire relationship was a lie? Did you even love me?” You were full on sobbing now. You didn’t know how to feel.

Draco opened and closed his mouth. Your friend, seeing his hesitation, tried to reply for him.

“Y/N I’m so sorry, this was never meant to happen. I pro-“ you cut her off.

“I don’t want to hear it. You were the one who pushed me to go on the date. You were the one who told me that Draco wanted to be with me. I now see that it was all a lie. I never want to speak to either of you ever again.” With that you stormed out of the common room and ran to the only place you knew you could get some sort of comfort: the gryffindor common room.

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You met Fred and George Weasley during your first year. You were on the train on the way to Hogwarts and all of the other compartments were full besides the one the twins resided in. You were a shy first year, but you didn’t have anywhere to sit so you quietly asked if it was okay for you to join them. The twins thought you were adorable and were more than happy to have you sit with them. From then on a friendship between the three of you blossomed, even though you were sorted into slytherin.

The twins were always there for you. When you first told them that Draco had asked you out they were a bit apprehensive. They weren’t the biggest fan of Draco, but they also knew that you had the biggest crush on him. The twins just wanted you to be happy, so even though they did not like Draco, they supported your relationship. But when you came running into the common room bawling your eyes out, they just about wanted to kill Draco at that moment.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” George, the younger twin asked.

Through your many tears and sobs, you told the boys exactly what happened. By the end of your story, Fred and George were seething with anger. How dare Draco hurt their best friend like that. Fred was already plotting ways to get back at Draco. George, on the other hand, was currently hugging you tightly and trying to get you to calm down a bit.

Once you finally calmed down, you looked between the twin who was currently hugging you and the one deep in thought. You cleared your throat, causing both boys to look at you.

“Thank you for being here for me. It means a lot.” You said.

“It really is no problem,” George replied. “You are one of our best friends. We hate seeing you so sad.”

“You are so much better than that git Malfoy. He doesn’t deserve you. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time to get a little bit of revenge on him.” You laughed at Fred’s reply.

“What makes you think I’d trust you with plans of revenge on my now ex boyfriend?” You inquired. You already knew that you were gonna allow the twins to plan a revenge prank on Draco, but you just wanted to push their buttons.

“Because dear Y/N,” Fred started. “There’s nothing we do better than revenge.”

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Planning for the prank on Draco started the next day. The twins let you stay with them that night, knowing that going back to the slytherin dorm where Draco and your ex friend were would be detrimental to your mental health. Fred kept coming up with reckless pranks that would definitely get both you and the twins expelled.

“For the last time Fred, we are not going to torture Draco. As much as I despise him, I don’t want to cause him too much bodily harm.” Fred huffed at your reply, but agreed. While he didn’t care what happened to him, he didn’t want to drag you down with him. “Besides, I think I have the perfect prank to get back at Draco.” Both boys intently listened to your idea, agreeing with everything you had to say. They couldn’t wait to put it in motion that night during dinner.

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You were sitting at the slytherin table for dinner. As much as you wanted to sit with the twins, you thought it would be best to sit with your housemates as you watched everything go down. You see, you and the twins decided to put on a firework show for the whole school to see, one that would definitely bring shame to Draco Malfoy, and you wanted a front row seat to see his reaction. The twins spent the day creating the fireworks while you went about the day as business as usual, which wasn’t easy as you had every class with Draco and your ex friend. But you managed, mostly due to the excitement that was gonna occur that night.

The meal went by pretty eventless. You minded your own business, occasionally glancing over at the gryffindor table to see what the twins were up to. You had a plan. Right as everyone was finished up eating, you were to give a signal to the boys to light off the fireworks. You just had to wait for the right moment.

Once everyone was finished eating, you looked towards the twins and gave them a slight nod. Almost immediately they pulled out their wands and pointed them towards the ceiling, setting off many colorful fireworks, with one in particular saying “Draco Malfoy, not only Prince of Slytherin, but also Biggest Cheater of Slytherin”. They then had a serpent firework come down towards Draco, who was already angry, causing him to jump up and run out of the great hall.

Everyone but the slytherin’s were laughing. You had made your way over to the gryffindor table, laughing along with the twins. You were happy to have friends like them, happy to have friends who would do anything to make you smile. Even when Professor Snape came up and practically dragged both you and the twins down to his office for punishment, you still had a smile on your face. There really was nothing the Weasley twins did better than revenge.

#writingwizardwheezes #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy angst #fred weasley fluff #george weasley fluff #draco malfoy one shot #George weasley one shot #fred weasley one shot #george weasley #fred weasley #draco malfoy #slytherin reader

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lets-get-kraken-boys · 4 years ago

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Fantasy AU! Dragon Master! Katsuki Bakugou X Witch! Reader: Hot Damn, Dragon Man~!

(Description: I don’t think anyone has written a story like this before with this particular backstory, but if someone has please let me know right away! With that out of the way, this was just a fun little idea I had that I hope you all enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing! Also, I aged up both Bakugou and Kirishima in this story to around their early 20s, though this isn’t really important or relevant to the fic, an adult, hunky Bakugou and Kirishima is a treat I think we should all indulge in~! I might make a Part 2 to continue the story depending on how you all like it, but we’ll see! I hope you enjoy and thank you for your time. // PS: Quirks still exist in my version of the Fantasy AU! //)

Fanfiction Lingo

(Y/N) - Your Name

(L/N) - Last Name

(N/N) - Nickname

(H/C) - Hair Color

(E/C) - Eye Color

(F/C) - Favorite Color

“Normal speech.”

‘Inner thoughts.’

Requester: No One!

Reader Gender: Female (She/Her)

Style of Story: Aiming for a multiparter, but who knows! // Fantasy AU! Hope you’re as excited as I am!

Word Count: 6.4K Words

WARNING(s) / NOTE(s): Aged up characters but this story is NOT NSFW, Quirks still exist, cursing (it’s Bakugou in a fantasy world, he’s going to call you some offensive stuff), and a little bit of blood but no real harm is done to (Y/N)!

“Man, I have got to work on my cardio! Ughh…,” you huffed out as you took the last few steps to be on top of the hill you had just hiked up. Stopping for the air you desperately needed, you sat down on the mossy ground below and leaned against a nearby tree, taking deep breaths. As your previously foggy brain became clear again, you noticed the purples and pinks of the dawning sky peaking through the tree’s leaves and smiled, springtime weather had always been your favorite kind. The dewy mornings, sunny afternoons, and clear nights were always a welcome change to the drab winter days. Though, being a Green Witch did make you favor specific seasons more than others.

“Sorry, my lord Hades, but I must admit that I’m a little happy your lovely wife is back with her mother again. Nothing can compare to the plants and herbs that grow back in the Spring. Though, do not fret, my lady Persephone will be back with you sooner than you think.” you spoke to the stillness of the forest, but you felt their presence and knew your gods heard your message.

Looking in your wooden basket, you inventoried the goods you had collected near your secret cove to harvest ingredients. You found the cove three summer’s ago while looking for shelter from a storm that rolled in quicker than expected. You were lost and couldn’t find your way home but the kind nymphs that lived in the area offered you a place to stay that night. In exchange for them sheltering you, you made them a few miscellaneous potions as payment (even though they hadn’t asked for any). Ever since that day, you have been friends with them and are allowed to freely take any of the resources that grow in the area with their permission and in turn you trade them any potions or spells they ask for. Of course you’ve found other places to harvest rarer ingredients for specific creations, but with such a bountiful place so close to your home it is your go-to spot.

“Wicker mushrooms, a bunch of Lavender, Yarrow, Thrumdells, could always use more mint sprigs, Merryquil, Heron’s feathers, I have the mermaid’s bubbles and crystals at home...I think that’ll about do it! Great haul today, (N/N)!” you praised as you set down your basket and stood up. You brushed off your flowy, (F/C) ankle-length skirt and smoothed out your poofy shirt and cloak, straightened the potion holder belt strapped to your hip, picked the basket back up, and continued on the path back to your cottage hidden deep within the forest.

“What should I make for dinner? Zeks enjoys sweet things but I don’t know if Zazel--!” Without warning, a booming roar shook the leaves off the trees, causing you to stumble back in shock. You shot your hand on the dagger strapped to your belt while your eyes darted back and forth through the surrounding terrain, trying to locate where the sound had come from and if there was any immediate danger near you. Shortly after the cry, a loud crash sounded like something smacked the ground hard and caused a tremor that knocked you clean off your feet with a yelp. The shaking lasted for only a moment before everything went still once more as if nothing out of the ordinary had even occurred.

Still in shock from the bizarre situation, you sat on the grass for a little longer, listening to the oddly quiet atmosphere, before another cry shot through the hush of the land and nearly scared you out of your boots. Though, instead of what you thought was ferocity in its tone, it seemed closer to a wail of pain than anything. You stood on shaky legs and took deep breaths while staring into the distance where the noise came from. You wanted to turn around and run to the safety of your home, to go back to the warmth of your cottage and just pretend that this whole instance never happened, but something was pulling you towards the creature. Maybe it was the whines and whimpers that it made, the curiosity caused by something that could make lands quake with the strength of its voice but instantly become like a meek puppy was truly intriguing, but that wasn’t quite it. Maybe you wanted to check if anyone had been hurt by the monstrosity but that didn’t seem right either.

You let out a quiet gasp as one thought in particular struck your mind...could it be...Fate? You cursed yourself, wishing you had brought your tarot cards to check for any possible signs, but you didn’t have time for that right now. You considered your options; be a coward and leave whatever the hell just fell out of the sky alone, abandoning it to most likely die, ignoring the call of Fate, and continuing about your day or appeasing that pesky gut feeling, finding the beast, and seeing what was the matter.

You growled as your legs began to move toward the epicenter of the sound, hating how you can never turn down someone in need of help.

~ Timeskip to a short while later ~

“Where in the fresh hell is that stupid beast?!” you cursed as you trudged through the spongy moss and bushes covering the forest floor. After running for a bit in the direction you had thought you heard the wail come from you had found no evidence of anything out of the ordinary which pissed you off to no end.

“You couldn’t shut your trap earlier, why are you having such a hard time now?” you mumbled to yourself, pushing past a few bushes in your way. Your next few sassy words became caught in your throat as you heard a low growl erupt a few yards away from you behind the bush directly to the right of you. Suppressing your urge to scream in surprise, you composed yourself and poked your head through the shrubbery, only for your jaw to drop at the sight before you.

An enormous creature was laying on its side in the middle of a small clearing of trees, peacefully sleeping in the early morning sunshine. Its horned head and long neck were stretched out while the rest of its body curled around itself in a cocoon like position. The beast took steady breaths, its lungs filling up and stretching its stomach to show off the breath-taking, fiery red scales that coated its entire body. The tail lay still wrapped around the body and reminded you fondly of a litter of kittens your old master cared for. But probably the most beautiful part of all were the magnificent wings that draped over the serpent’s body like a protective barrier from the outside world. You saw the muscles of the appendages and knew that this creature was not one to be messed with. Right there, such a short distance away, was what you could only describe as a humongous, red dragon!

You couldn’t believe it, you almost wanted to pinch yourself to see if you were really awake but you ignored the feeling in favor of watching the sleeping beast in awe. Sure, everyone around knew that dragons existed and heard the legends about them, but it wasn’t like you got to see them very often. The kingdom to the South was well known for its coexistence with dragons but rarely anyone except those in a higher position of power or people who lived in the tribes actually got to see and interact with them.

Judging by the diagrams you had seen drawn of dragons, you guessed that it wasn’t extremely old based on its size and bodily markings, making it less of a threat. As you examined more it led you to notice the reason for the creature’s moans of pain. A huge gash was carved on the right side of the dragon’s chest, dripping with fresh blood. It was so deep that you could actually see bits of the beast’s rib cage. Wincing at the sight, you inspected further and saw the scales surrounding the wound were a contrasting dark black to the shiny red ones all over the body, almost like they had been scorched by a tremendous flame. Either way, if the serpent did not receive some kind of immediate help with that large of a wound, it would surely bleed out within the next few hours or somehow be injured even more. After contemplating, you sent a quick prayer, took a deep breath, and shuffled your way out of the bushes and into the open for the creature to easily see you.

You expected that such a powerful beast in this state of physical distress would not let its guard down so easily, so when its golden eyes shot open to glare at you with its teeth bared in snarl you were not in the least bit startled. You smiled sweetly at the dragon, lowered yourself closer to the ground, set your things down, and averted your gaze as to not cause it anymore stress or let it think you were challenging it. You kept your hand visible as you reached for the knife on your waist, even as the beast hissed at your movements, and threw it far away from your reach to show respect.

“Hey there! I’m not here to hurt you, I’m here to help,” you spoke loud and clear so it could hear you, but even if it didn’t understand your language you still wanted to get your point across, “I heard you fall awhile ago, that must have hurt, huh? I came to check up on you, see if you were okay, but then I happened to notice that nasty gash in your side and figured you needed my help!” you gulped with the smile still on your face. You heard another growl before it was cut off by a sharp whimper of agony and that noise alone made your heart drop to your stomach. The smile on your face faded into a frown but you quickly perked back up and continued.

“I promise, I just want to check out that wound and get you healed up. Help you get back in the air again. Please, I don’t want to have to leave you to suffer like this.” you finished as you looked back at the dragon with a desperate look in your eye. The dragon wasn’t snarling or glaring at you anymore, which was definitely a good sign, but as you looked deeper in its eyes it was almost like you could feel the pain radiating off of it. After a brief moment of hesitation, the beast lowered its head back down to the ground in defeat, a sign for you to come closer. You gratefully smiled and picked your things back up, got up, and scurried on over.

When you got close enough to where you could press your palm flat to the warm scales and feel its strong heartbeat, you kneeled and examined the bloodied gash. You first ran your fingers along the outskirts of the wound and the dark marks smudged onto your fingertips and palm, confirming that the dragon had been severely burned by something or someone. The actual slash was about five feet long and two feet wide that dug deep into the body, like something had pierced it rather than just nicked it. You looked closer at the blood dripping from the injury and noticed pine needles stuck in the dragon’s flesh, not just on the surface but deep in the wound as well.

You gasped and looked up at the beast who was already gazing down at it with you to ask, “Did you hit a tree during the fall?” The serpent nodded its head with discomfort and flopped it back down onto the soft grass. A pitiful sigh slipped from your mouth as you explained what you were going to do now knowing it could understand you.

“Okay, first off we need to get these pesky pine needles out of the wound. Then, I need to slow the bleeding and somehow dress it. I do have the right ingredients on me to make you a healing cream but I do not know how I can…,” you stopped and glanced at the cloak draped from your shoulders and smiled, “I know! I’ll use my cloak to soak up the blood!” The dragon shot its head up in alarm and looked at you with a gaze of what seemed to be guilt. You tilted your head in confusion before looking at the cloak now in your hand, back to the saddened serpent, and connected the two together with a laugh.

“Oh, are you worried about dirtying this old thing? Pssh, don’t even concern yourself! It's to help you survive, so it's being used for the greater good either way! Between you and me, I was planning on treating myself to a new one anyways, so who cares if a little blood gets on it!” you joked, trying to calm the dragon’s nerves. You washed your hands with the clean water from your canteen strapped to your hip and shook them dry.

“Let’s do this!” you cheered, readying yourself for the crazy afternoon ahead of you.

~ Another timeskip to later in the afternoon ~

“I must say, you are certainly one of the best patients I’ve ever had, my scaly friend! You’ve been so good letting me take out all those nasty needles and clean away the charcoal and blood from your pretty scales! Thank you for being so sweet.” you praised, scratching the dragon’s chin, behind his horns, and belly as he let out happy grumbles and chitters (Dragon Kiri LOVES belly scritches, and you cannot convince me otherwise) at your kind words. His head was now curled up next to you, watching you clean and disinfect his wound with the utmost care, with him enjoying the pets he got every time you hit a sensitive area or made him hiss from the pain.

You were diligently working at patting away the blood with your now sopping cloak, trying to cease the liquid dripping out of the dragon. As you worked, you made sure to give the creature lots of encouraging strokes and belly rubs to help ease the pain, but whether it was more to help it through this endeavor or to get to pet a living dragon was uncertain. Either way, the job was getting done, and so far no big issues from either party.

Yet.

“Awesome! It looks like the blood flow has slowed down a lot now. Thank the Gods, I don’t know how much more my poor coat could have taken,” you joked while setting the crimson-soaked material to the side, “Now, I’ve got the healing cream prepared for you but how the hell am I going to bandage--AH!” you shrieked as you were suddenly shoved away from the dragon and thrown further back into the field.

You heard the beast let out a concerned roar as your back met the dirt ground with a loud THUD that knocked the wind right out of your lungs. You closed your eyes in pain and gasped, desperate to get the lost air back in your system, but you were stopped as you felt a heavy weight slam on your chest, a hand grab your wrists and pin your arms to the ground above your head, and someone lean over you to block out the sun. Even though your head was spinning with confusion and adrenaline ran a marathon through your veins, your eyes shot open when you felt something sharp press into your neck.

“What the hell are you doing to my dragon, fucking maggot?!” the man on top of you yelled in your face, but you could hardly comprehend his words due to the abruptness of the situation. You wish you could say that you hated him from the moment your eyes landed on him, you wished you could have ignored the way your gut did cartwheels as if the Fate of a lifetime had been completed, but god was everything hard to ignore when he looked so fucking hot. His blonde, spiky hair exploded messily around his chiseled face to give him that ‘I didn’t even try to look good today’ natural beauty. From his striking jawline, cute button nose, strong neck, and those striking crimson eyes, he was just insanely good looking. Even as he glared at you with his eyebrows pulled down in a scowl, you couldn’t help but blush at the intense way he looked at you. Not even mentioning what you could see of his bare torso that was every bodybuilders’ dream, you inferred that he was around the middle of his twenties. His attire was composed of a few pieces of jewelry, colorful arm bands, a blood red cape completed with a fur-lined neck piece, and other things you couldn’t quite see from your position under his knee pressing hard onto your sternum. That pain was actually what brought you back from “(Y/N)’s Hot Guy Dreamland” to realize admiring his looks wasn’t exactly the main issue right now. To be honest, he’d be even more hot if he wasn't pressing that sharp scimitar threateningly to your neck, but sadly even that was sexy.

“I...I...well--,” you stuttered in shock, looking for the right words to spit out to appease the barbarian on top of you.

“EH? Out with it, whelp,” he growled, pressing his knee even harder into your chest to get his point across, “What were you doing to my dragon, dimwit?! Did you try to hurt him?”

“What? No, never!” you defended yourself while weakly struggling to free your arms from his vice grip.

“Did you plan to kill him and skin him for his hide! You sadistic monster!” he roared, pressing the blade closer to your neck, causing your skin to break and bleed. You yelped when you felt the burn of the slice but swore you could smell the scent of burning caramel drifting off of his body that hadn’t been there before.

“I would do no such thing, you creep! I was just--,” you were interrupted yet again by your own whimper as he leaned closer to your face. His frown deepened as you felt the blade press even further into your delicate flesh.

“You know what? I don’t even wanna hear your shitty ass excuses, I might just kill you right now and be done with you,” he smirked as your face significantly paled, “Unless you did something to my partner, then you’re gonna explain what you did, fix it, and then I can take my time slicing--,” the madman was cut off as another voice cut into the conversation.

“Bakugou, stop hurting her!” a masculine voice bellowed from a distance away. The sound of steam expelling filled the tense air as a hot gust of wind swiftly blew over the two of you. Shortly after you felt the man, who you now know his name is ‘Bakugou’, unlatch his grip on your hands and draw his sword away from you neck. You let out a sigh of relief and gawked as he completely abandoned from practically sitting on your chest to sprinting in the direction he had pushed you away from.

“Kirishima!” Bakugou shouted as he ran head first into the warm fog the steam had created. You sat up from the ground and pressed a hand to your neck to stop the light bleeding as deep gasps filled your lungs to contemplate what in the fresh fuck just happened in the time span of maybe a minute. You heard mumbling from the fog and, being the ever curious (N/N), decided to get up on wobbly feet and trek into the steam after the brute of a man.

“This is not how I planned to spend my Wednesday.” you murmured to yourself, walking blindly forward in the mist until you found your assaulter and your lizard patient except...not? No, instead of your new found scaly friend, you saw a red-headed man with horns and scales peppering his body leaning against the bully, Bakugou. His hair was spiked up to incredible heights and it blended seamlessly with his red curly horns hidden within. His face was scrunched up in pain but he still held a brave face as he grinned with teeth that were fit for a dragon. He, too, was around the same age as the blonde, and shirtless with the same body sculpted by the gods themselves, but on the right side of his torso was the same gash your dragon friend had. If the smaller, but still powerful, human sized wings on his back and thick scaly tail weren’t enough to convince you, then the wound confirmed that this indeed was the red dragon from before, now known as Kirishima. And, thankfully, he was nearly fully clothed too.

“Kirishima, don’t be an idiot, de-transform and get some rest, dammit.” Bakugou grunted at the man, causing the spikey haired fellow to laugh.

“Aw, I thought we weren’t partners, Bakugou! Now here you are, caring about some lowly warrior? You flatter me!” Kirishima joked as he coughed into his gloved hand while trying to sit up properly but utterly failing.

“Stupid! Just because I don’t want you to be fucking idiotic and die doesn’t mean we're partners!” he barked, his teeth growing sharper like he himself was a beast. Kirishima chortled and looked over to you. When he noticed your dropped jaw and wide eyes he coughed and looked you in the eye.

“What’s up, dudette? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” he joked.

“I...what...the HELL?! What even...I don’t understand…,” you paced in circles before looking at the two with (E/C) eyes full of confusion, “Who and what the heck are you two?!” Bakugou looks taken aback so he growls, reaching for his sword again, but Kirishima slaps his hand away from the weapon with a grin.

“I’m so sorry for not introducing myself to you earlier, I was in a lot of pain and plus I didn’t know you that well, so I hope there’s no hard feelings,” he smiled while pointing his thumb to himself, “I’m Eijirou Kirishima! And that is my friend, Katsuki Bakugou!”

“You lizard brain! Don’t just give random strangers our names!” Bakugou bared his teeth but Kirishima chose to ignore him.

“I never caught your name before, what was it?” he asked with a sweet head tilt that reminded you of a concerned puppy.

Suppressing the way your heart clenched at the adorable sight, you stopped nervously pacing and spoke, “My name is (Y/N) (L/N), it’s nice to meet you.”

“Such a manly name! It’s nice to meet you too! Hey, I just wanted to thank you for all the help you provided me today. It’s totally not manly of me to ask for that much assistance, but even I knew that I needed it then more than ever! Who knew the perfect person for the job was just an acre away! Ha!” Kirishima laughed as he struggled to stand but fell back down again onto his tail with a groan of distress.

Bakugou had only barely caught him before you rushed over and kneeled down to check his tender wound. Kirishima flinched and flushed red at your fingers traced along his bare abdomen but you were too worried to care. Bakugou openly glared at the way Kirishima blushed at you, but stopped himself short when he realized what he was doing. Why did he do that? He had only just met you, you were a fucking nobody in his eyes! You hurt his friend! Who you choose touch and don't touch wasn’t his problem! Then again, he glanced at your concerned face and noticed the way your soft features shown in the light, how your (H/C) hair framed you like an elegant oil painting in a museum, how your eyes glistened with the rays of sun, how your lips moved with each word spoken. He blushed at that last thought and shook his head. What the fuck? No, he was too great to be dragged down by silly puppy love! But...you did seem nice and strong too...Wait, no! He looked away from the two of you and tried to compose himself as you and the redhead spoke back and forth.

“Woah! Kirishima, what are you doing? I haven’t finished treating your injury yet! Take it easy on your body.” you scolded like you were his own mother, placing a cloth you had fished out of your pocket onto the leaking wound.

“W-Wait...you’re not done?” he stuttered out, thankful the blush on his cheeks was slowly but surely melting away.

You looked up at him in shock, “You thought I was just gonna leave you like this? No way! You still need that healing cream, stitches, and bandages to cover it up so it won’t get infected!”

Bakugou interrupted Kirishima before he could even protest, “Hold on, you weren’t hurting him?” He looked over to the bloody cloak hastily tossed on the ground and scowled at the memories of his actions a few minutes prior.

“No! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, pinhead! I’ve been healing up your dragon while you were off picking flowers in the woods to make friendship crowns! Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to finish treating him so that you two can head on your merry way and go back to wherever you popped out from, got it?” you shot at the brute, causing him to flinch at your harsh words.

“No way am I letting a weakling like you--,” cutting Bakugou off, Kirishima spoke over the next few words Katsuki said, which most likely saved him from a beating by your hands.

“Actually, he doesn’t get a say in this. I would love for you to finish, (Y/N)! Thank you again for great care!” he quickly said, shoving Bakugou a few feet away so he could lay flat on the ground. You balled up the fabric lining the bottom of your foraging basket and placed it under the dragon boy’s head so he could be more comfortable as you got to work again.

You carefully cleaned, sanitized, and tried to get Kirishima back to his peak performance and he took the pain like a champ, but Bakugou on the other hand was getting a little out of hand. He insisted that he keep a close eye on you to make sure you didn’t hurt his “not friend” in any way, shape, or form, and that was fair, but you didn’t like the fact that all he was doing was squatting next to the two of you and just...staring. Not saying anything, just scowling with those pretty eyes of his. What? Just because the man was a bit of a hard ass didn’t mean he wasn’t damn fine eye candy.

“Are you gonna sit there all day and just glare at me and my handy work or are you going to say something, Mr. Negative?” you snarked, watching from your peripheral vision as he jumped at the sudden intrusion of your voice. You smirked as Bakugou scoffed and leaned further in your line of sight to make you acknowledge him.

“Who are you?” he said with a stern tone.

You raised an eyebrow as you added more of the cream onto Kirishima’s wound, “I’ve already told you, my name is--,” Bakugou quickly hushed you.

“Not in that way, moron! I mean as in what are you? Some kind of mage or something dumb like that--,” you swiftly hit Bakugou on the shoulder for his rude remarks but before he could retaliate you flipped the question onto him.

“Don’t call people stuff like that, didn’t your mother ever teach you manners? I’ll tell you what I am after you tell me what you two are.” you countered.

“Bullshit! I’m the one asking the questions here! I ain’t saying--,”

“Bakugou and I are from a Southern Hemispheric tribe called the The Kin Born of Flame,” Kirishima explained as Bakugou’s jaw dropped, “He is actually the son of Chief Mistuki, leader of the Bakugou Clan! How cool is that? As for me I’m half dragon half human, but I’ve started to call my species Dragon Shifters.”

“Wow, not only a dragon but a Dragon Shifter too? This is incredible!” your eyes sparkled as you grinned down at Kirishima in delight.

“I know, right! If you think dragons are rare, try finding more than a dozen Shifters, we’re even harder to come by! Yeah, I’ve been Soul Bonded with Bakugou ever since we were fifteen. He may seem tough on the outside, but once you get to know him he’s really a huge softy!” he laughed as the barbarian cussed him out.

Your heart sank a little as you heard him speak so fondly of the man but the term he used confused you, so you just had to ask, “Soul Bonded? What’s that? Are you two in a romantic relationship?”

“What? Oh, no way! We’re just close buds is all,” Kirishima snickered, “I don’t think I could ever stand to be in a relationship with someone who's so hot headed! But he is still on the market and up for grabs, if you know what I mean~!” Kirishima wiggled his eyebrows at you while you blushed but played it off with a wave of your hand and a teasing giggle.

“What’s that supposed to mean, you hair-for-brains loser?!” Bakugou fumed, his hands twitching at the thought of grabbing the dragon boy’s face and blowing him to bits.

“So, what is Soul Bonding?” you redirected the conversation once again away from the agitated blonde and left him to stew in his frustration.

“Right! Soul Bonding is when a dragon and a human basically become partners, or friends, for life. Bakugou’s people have such a close relationship with my kind that every year a ceremony is held for all the unbonded individuals to try and find their other half. During this process, the human doesn’t get to choose the dragon and the dragon doesn’t get to choose the human, the feeling is sort of hard to describe but you’ll know when you’ve bonded when you see the other and think ‘They’re the only one I can ever fly with again’. Once you’re bonded, you cannot become bonded with another of the opposite species for the rest of your natural life, so if something unfortunate happens to your other half you don’t get a redo. That’s why the practice is so sacred. Some see it as romantic, others see it as a platonic engagement, so Bakugou and I have chosen the latter! Plus, I already have my eyes on a different person~,” Eijirou swooned with a flutter of his scaly wings.

Bakugou groaned, “Please spare us the two hour long declaration of love for another time, idiot. My question still stands, whelp, what are you?”

You huffed, “Well, since you asked so nicely, princess~, I’m a witch,” Kirishima and Bakugou gasped at the answer and glanced at each other nervously, but you raised your hand to stop them from jumping to conclusions, “but if you’re assuming I’m one of the evil witches that only uses black magic and practices necromancy, you’re wrong. I’m actually more of a Green Witch on steroids. I make healing and protection potions, work together with the nymphs who live down by the mountainside, open up my home all the time to the neighboring normal and mythological wildlife, encourage the growth of new, exotic kinds of plants to sprout in my backyard, and more. That is how I was able to make that cream so powerful for you and I, thanks to your guard dog, Kirishima.” you rubbed your neck where the slice had been that had long disappeared from the magical antidote and glared at Bakugou who simply grumbled and looked away in embarrassment.

“Woah, that’s amazing! I was wondering how you made it feel like it wasn’t even hurting anymore! You’re amazing.” Kirishima awed with wonder as he lightly patted the strips of bandages strapped to his side.

“Awe, thank you so much! I’m glad you’re feeling better,” you gave him a scratch behind his horns and his tail began thumping the ground like a dog as you became serious once more and turned to Bakugou, “But I have to ask, what caused Kirishima to get such a huge injury?”

Bakugou froze and let his head dip a bit towards the ground. You looked over at Kirishima who, for the first time, had a truly pissed off glint in his eye. You were taken by surprise at the silence that overcame them and considered taking back the question you had asked but stopped short when Katsuki began to speak again, this time his voice was just a gravely grunt.

“Ever heard of the Dark Kingdom?” was all he had to say as the mood became sinister and heavy.

Your eyes widened and you let out a brief shutter of a sigh as chills swept over your body, “Of course I have. Who hasn’t been affected by them in some way or another?” a grimace filled your now hushed voice. After all, how could you forget the ones who imprisoned your dear instructor?

“Kirishima and I had just made a trade with that damn Prince Shoto in the Todoroki Kingdom to the North last night and we were flying on our normal route back home when all of a sudden this huge blast of blue flames came hurtling towards Kiri. It came out of nowhere, no warning given. I don’t blame Kirishima for not being able to avoid the fucking sneak attack, but I do blame myself for being ignorant enough to not think that an assassin from the Dark Kingdom would try something on our only route home.” Katsuki closed his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed further.

“I should have expected it too, Bakugou. You’re not the only one who wasn’t thinking the smart way.” Kirishima tried to take some of the blame but Bakugou only continued.

“I got a brief glance at the attacker before Kiri fell. While he was falling, he managed to hit a rather large pine tree and instead of breaking it he impaled himself directly on it like a dumbass and further hurt himself. We hit the ground, I checked to see if Kiri was even alive and if I had anything broken, and once I confirmed he was breathing, I ran after the fucker who did this to give him a lesson like a jackass. I ran and ran, but the bastard got away and when I came back to help Kiri I saw you poking and prodding at his flesh and I just...saw red. Look, I’m sorry I jumped your shit and nearly killed you. Just don’t be such a weirdo and don’t go poking your head in business that doesn’t concern a dummy like you!” Bakugou finished while crossing his arms over his chest.

“How did this turn into my fault?” you rhetorically asked the air.

“Well, it’s because--,” Bakugou started.

“Didn’t need an answer on that, dunce,” you rolled your eyes and stood while looking over at Kirishima, “Well, to end this on a happier note, my medical work here is done, boys! You’re all patched up, Kiri!”

“Seriously? Freaking awesome!” he jumped up from the dirt and almost nearly collapsed again if it weren’t for you and Bakugou rushing to help him lean his weight on you two.

“You didn’t let me finish, you overgrown lizard! You’re all patched up, but there is only so much that cream can do. I wanted to say the both of you can come back to my cottage and you can rest up awhile, rehydrate, get some energy back. Plus, I can see about making you a potion that can fully heal that wound for you too!” you finished with a grin.

“Oh yeah? What’s the catch, bitchy witchy? Turning us into frogs to keep as pets?” Bakugou sneered.

You giggled with a smirk, “I haven’t thought of the price yet, but if you’re offering that sounds like fun! I bet you two would be the cutest frogs in the land! Maybe I could as far as cursing you to need a princess to kiss you back to your handsome selves again~!”

The two of them gasped at your cruelty, but you laughed, not noticing the blush on Bakugou’s face, “I’m kidding, guys! You don’t think I’m actually that mean, right?” you teased.

“O-Of course not, (Y/N)! Ha ha! Pleasedon’tturnusintofrogs!” Kirishima stuttered out with a paled face, which made you laugh.

“You worry too much! Let’s get you boys somewhere safe to hang out! Ooo! I have to show you guys everything!” you skipped down the dirt path that ultimately led to your house and you rambled on about your own little world as the two of them shambled close behind, one of them wondering what the hell they just got themselves into getting stuck with a cutie klutz like you and the other way too excited to help these two lovesick fools navigate their way through the world of romance.

~ The End ~

~ Extra Bonus Ending!!!! ~

The figure hidden in the shadows of the trees watched with a smirk as the beautiful young lady led the two idiots further into the forest and away from the clearing where the beast had sadly not bled out.

“Wow, what an interesting turn of events, chiefling,” the blue-eyed figure snickered as they incinerated the bloody cloak of the young maiden previously used to clean the dragon’s wound, “Let’s see how long your princess in shining armor can keep you safe~!”

~ To Be Continued… ~

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Airway

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 29 Prompt - Control

The only real drawback of the current iteration of his suit, Peter thought, was its lack of air filtration. With the tools and workshop space that Mr. Stark provided him with Peter was able to make a Spidey suit that was top of the line in every aspect except for the ventilation; for all intents and purposes Peter was really just breathing through high tech spandex. The tightly woven fabric did, minimally, protect him from inhaling smoke and other harmful chemicals but not enough.

Words: 2407, Chapters: 1/1 (complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Peter Parker & May Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, May Parker, Bruce Banner

TW: Medical Procedures, Panic

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

Which is what landed him in his current situation of sitting with his mask pulled up to the bridge of his nose and an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth as he took shallow, wheezing breaths.

The apartment fire that he had responded to still had a surprisingly large number of people stuck in hard to reach places that left Peter exposed longer than he would have liked. His throat felt like it was on fire and his lungs felt tight the way they used to feel when he had an asthma attack. The fire fighter that had passed him the oxygen mask earlier crouched down in front of him with a worried look on her ash stained face.

“I still think you should let us take you to the hospital,” she said worriedly as she adjusted the flow of oxygen. Peter shook his head..

“I’m good,” he croaked, trying not to wince at just how destroyed his voice sounded and display as much confidence as he could. She still looked dubious.

“Is there anyone you can stay with tonight?” She pressed. “You shouldn’t be alone just in case.”

“I’’ll be okay,” he promised, removing the oxygen mask and pulling his own down to cover his face. It immediately became harder to breathe and he regretted giving up the clean air but he knew if he didn’t get out of there soon he would have a much bigger problem. “Thanks for the help!” He called as he swung out, his breathing becoming more labored as he webbed away.

His HUD fizzed out for a second before directing to the Tower and Peter rolled his eyes at Karen but obliged. May was working a late shift and Peter did feel pretty shitty. It probably wouldn’t hurt to hang around the Tower with its fully stocked and staffed MedBay for the evening. He had to stop a few times on his way to catch his breath but he made it to the landing pad with few issues.

“You stink,” Tony greeted him as he walked in, pulling his ashy mask off his face and letting it drop on one of the many end tables. “You committing arson now?”

“Ha ha,” Peter said hoarsely with a slight cough as he ventured into the kitchen to Fran a bottle of water to gulp down. Tony narrowed his eyes over his cup of coffee in judgement and concern.

“Karen said they put you on oxygen,” he said accusingly and Peter groaned and dropped his forehead to rest on the cool counter top, taking aborted breaths through his mouth. The smell of smoke still on his suit was making it hard to take deep breaths in.

“Only for a couple minutes,” Peter answered, coughing again and taking another swig of water.

“Go take a shower,” his mentor ordered. “Leave your suit in your room and I’ll send it down to FRI for deep cleaning although at this point it might be worth it to just toss it and start again from scratch.”

“But I just broke it in,” Peter whined, trudging off to the room Tony had set aside for his use. He may be right though – smoke was a notoriously hard stench to get out of fabric.

The hot water felt heavenly on his skin and Peter spent probably too long under the strong spray but, unfortunately, his chest still felt tight and heavy when he got out. He paused in front of the mirror, trying to take deep, even inhales and he squinted his eyes in confusion. He had helped out on a few burning buildings and had never felt this way before. Deciding he probably just needed some rest, Peter left the bathroom and joined Mr. Stark back out in the common room.

He only got about halfway through his soup and an episode of The Office before he passed out, head leaned back against the cushions.

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The room was lit only by the glow of the projector when Peter woke up unable to breathe.

He gasped and flailed as he woke up, smacking Mr. Stark in the face and causing him to yelp as he tried to inhale through what felt like a straw. “Lights up to fifty,” Mr. Stark barked out and Peter snapped his eyes closed against the blue-toned overhead lights snapping on over him. “Fuck Peter,” his mentor said, scrambling of the couch and scooping Peter up in his arms.

Peter felt dizzy and his vision was spotted with black dots as he was carried to the elevator. He could hear his mentor yelling something but couldn’t comprehend what was being said as he lifted one shaky hand up to clutch at his, now swollen, neck and he could feel panic bubbling up in him.

‘Don’t black out,’ he told himself as he tried to calm down and even out his breathing. ‘It’s fine. You’re fine.’

“Bruce!” Tony shouted as he deposited Peter on, what must have been, a bed in one of the exam rooms in the Tower MedBay. “He can’t breathe!”

An oxygen mask was shoved over Peter’s face but it did little to help him but he gripped it with a weak hand anyway, gasping into it and squinting his eye open. “Hey Peter,” Dr. Banner said in his usual calm voice, raising the bed up so Peter was sitting and grabbing a light and a tongue depressor. “I need you to open your mouth for me.”

Peter shakily nodded and dropped the mask to open his mouth, gagging on the tongue depressor and swaying a little at the loss of the little oxygen he was getting. Bruce swore and placed the mask back over Peter’s face, pressing a blue button on the wall and lowering Peter back to lie flat. “His airway is closing!”

“What!” Tony said, panicked and grabbing Peter’s hand to squeeze as the room burst to life with medical professionals. A nurse grabbed him and bodily pulled him from the room as he yelled for answers. Peter could feel his own panic bubbling up in his gut but he also felt like he may pass out and didn’t have the energy to explore it.

“Peter,” Bruce said firmly and calmly from directly above him as a nurse cut off his shirt and another placed an IV catheter in his arm. “Your throat is full of soot from the fire earlier and is causing your trachea to swell and close. We’re going to knock you out so we can place an endotracheal tube to help you breathe. It’s going to be jarring when you wake up later but it will be okay. I need you to trust me.”

Peter could feel tears welling up in his eyes and spilling over his face from the stress and effort but didn’t get a chance to respond before his muscles relaxed like wet clay and his vision spun into darkness.

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“I’m on my way,” May Parker’s wet voice said through the phone as Tony paced up and down the hallway outside the room where the medical staff was working with Peter. “God Tony fuck!” She said, sounding out of breath as if she were running.

“Happy’s on his way to get you,” Tony promised her, trying to control his own racing heart and tensed nerves. “He’ll be there in ten minutes and he’ll get you back much faster than the bus. I’ve got him May. I promise I’ve got him.”

May let out a sob into the phone and Tony felt his heart clench. “If anything happens to him,” she said and Tony nodded. He knew. He understood.

“Just focus on getting here safely,” he told her as he stopped to stare at Peter’s door. “I’ll let you know when I hear something.”

“The very second you find anything out,” she told him firmly before hanging up the phone. Tony rubbed a hand over his face and dropped into one of the chairs that were spaced throughout the hall, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and closing his eyes.

Waking up to Peter panicking, pale and with blue lips was probably going to be in the top five worst experiences of his life and would definitely haunt his nightmares for weeks to come. Bruce hadn’t told him anything before ordering him removed from the room and his imagination was, most likely, worse than anything that was happening to Peter but he didn’t do well not knowing what was going on.

“Update FRI?” He asked his AI hopefully, tapping on the comm link he kept in his ear basically all of his waking hours.

“Sorry boss,” she said remorsefully. “Mr. Parker’s condition is classified.”

Tony’s stomach knotted further and he stood back up to pace again, unable to sit down and needing to work out his restless energy as he waited for an update on the kid. About fifteen minutes of nail biting later, Bruce slipped out of the room and gestured to Tony to sit back down.

“He’ll be okay,” he started out, making Tony sag in dizzying relief. His throat was filled with soot from the fire earlier and it caused his trachea to swell closed. We knocked him out to place an endotracheal tube until the swelling went down but it was already to severe so we had to perform a cricthyrotomy to establish a viable airway instead.”

Tony felt the blood drain from his face and he felt a little faint. “Talk to me like I’m an idiot Bruce,” he said, desperate and hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was. “I need you to lay it out for me.”

Bruce looked worried and reached out a hand to grab Tony’s wrist to take his pulse. “I need you to calm down,” Bruce said firmly. “Yes, this is scary but Peter is fine. With his healing abilities he’s going to make a full recovery and he’ll probably be back on his feet in just a couple days alright? Peter is out of danger but it isn’t going to help his recovery if you have a heart attack okay?”

Tony nodded, making a concentrated effort to do his four-seven-eight breathing and calm down. It took a couple minutes but Bruce was patient. “Better?” He asked and Tony nodded, gesturing with his hand for the other scientist to continue. “We had to make a small incision in Peter’s neck and trachea and insert an endotracheal tube through that incision since his upper airway was too swollen to allow it to pass. He is able to breath on his own with this in but we have him on supplemental oxygen just to support him. He is on a ventilator just to give his lungs a chance to recover but he can breathe on his own – its just supplemental alright? We’ve started epinephrine and steroid therapy to reduce the swelling and we’ll probably be able to remove the tube in twenty-four to thirty-six hours.”

“He’s okay though?” Tony asked a little desperately. “He’s fine?”

“Yes Tony,” Bruce told him with an indulgent smile. “He’s okay and he’ll make a full recovery.”

“Can I see him?” He asked, staring at the closed door.

“In a few minutes,” Bruce promised. “The nurses and respiratory therapists are getting him settled but then you can go in. Do you want to call his aunt and I can update her in the meantime?”

“Yeah,” Tony agreed, passing his phone over to Bruce and feeling his muscles unclench just the smallest amount.

The kid was okay.

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Peter woke to the clicking and popping of artificial air and immediately panicked at he felt his chest rise and fall against his volition and he grasped at the loose gown resting over him before a gentle hand took his and pulled it away. “Hey kiddo its alright, you’re okay. You can breathe the machine is just helping a little.”

Peter cracked his eyes open and made eye contact with his mentor who was seated beside him. May was loosely gripping his hand on the other side, her head resting next to his arm on the bed and soft puffs of air hitting his skin as she slept. The machine clicked again and it took everything in Peter not to fight it. Tony ran his fingers over his knuckles in a soothing gesture.

“We’re going to have to work on your suit,” the man said with a little smile. “It’s getting a full respirator and oxygen tank. It’s going to be a challenge since its so sleek but I think, between the two of us, we can figure it out.” Peter let his brows furrow in confusion and Tony sighed. “Your throat closed up because of the smoke,” he said. “You’re going to be fine though.”

The ventilator clicked again and Peter squeezed his eyes shut and tried to keep calm. He had never done well with loss of control and he could feel his Spidey sense making his hairs raise and his adrenaline spike. He wanted to panic but the artificial breaths wouldn’t let him and it just made it so much worse.

“Hey hey,” Tony said soothingly, rubbing his free hand through Peter’s hair in a calming gesture. “It’s alright.” He gave Peter a considering look then hesitantly offered: “Want me to have them put you out?”

A thrill of relief shot though Peter and he squeezed his mentor’s hand in desperation as he pressed the call button. Peter couldn’t see the nurse but he heard Tony ask for the sedation like he was underwater, not calming until he could feel the cool rush of drugs in his veins.

“I’ve got you buddy,” the man said, a thumb rubbing over Peter’s cheekbone once before settling back in his hair. “You just check out for a while.”

The darkness was welcoming as Peter fell into it; feeling safe with his aunt and mentor watching over him.

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