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[Once upon a dream: When I loved you]

[Once upon a dream, where I saw you sleeping in my arms, I'm starting to forget what loneliness is, my beautiful human baby... Child of man, is this what you call love? If so, I'm afraid of losing you and this feeling. —Malleus Draconia ]

Disclamer: I was listening to my usual music and I don't know why but YouTube recommended old songs that I gave a like to, so among them was One Upon a Dream, which led me to rewatch the 2014 Live Action based on Maleficent. and from there to doing this, anyway I'm sorry if there are spelling mistakes and as such I'm sorry if the characters in Diasomnia look like those in Oc I haven't played in a long time and I left the fandom due to lack of time and interest.

[This writing will have 2 parts, the second I will be thinking about how to do it and if it will have Lana del Rey's song, this time I put Cinderella's song, I'm sorry lol!]

It was a rainy night, a woman escaped from her pursuers and was carrying her baby in her arms. "Catch that bitch! She deserves to be punished for witchcraft!"

The strange and mysterious woman ran faster than before when she heard the scream of those guards. How did she end up like this? She wondered, not long ago she was a happy woman, the prince loved her as she loved him, yet his stepmother the dowager empress, discovered her elven blood, which was considered blasphemy. She never asked to be singled out, even her pregnancy was a constant danger.

From where did it all go wrong? It wasn't her fault or her baby in arms that the human world hates magical beings given how greedy they are, especially noble ones like her stepmother who called her a bastard abomination.

Arinet, bastard daughter of the duke belonging to the south and daughter of a winter elf, was now nothing more than a heretic cursed and hated for the blood that ran in her veins. And she blamed herself for being foolish to believe that the dowager empress and her own stepmother would not conspire to ruin her romance with the crown prince.

Crying she coos trying to calm you down you in her arms, her precious baby, in tears she gave you one last kiss as she continued to run away from the gunfire coming from the archers and the duke's mages, falling down a through a snowy well, she smiled for the last time and left you hidden from the hunters who followed her, if she died it would not be with you, so she said goodbye crying and with the little strength in her feet, she ran despite her ankle pierced by the tip of the arrow shot before.

Malleus was walking through the dreary paths of his forest full of thorns and dry trees covered with seasonal snow, it was another dull morning and the old black dragon, prince of fairies and dragons, was bored. When was the last time this forest had anything interesting beyond its creatures fearing him? He doesn't remember, yet his thoughts are broken when he hears a cry, more precisely, the cry of a small human baby, an offspring of man. Then his bare feet on the cold snow traversed like a dance in the snow, walking towards you he approached your basket, taking you from it curiously but awkwardly, whoever put you there did not measure the coldness of his forest, he was unaffected given his nature and body, Malleus was already warm on his own.

Emerald eyes narrow slightly at the sight of you. He carefully and lightly touches your cheek with one of his sharp nails, accidentally giving you a scratch so he uses his magic to heal it. He've never seen a baby up close before, the ones he saw were many, different and weirder, but you're even more so given that human nature of yours. And him have no idea how to handle the situation. He lifts you up to his eye level... you look pretty upset about being out in the cold and he doesn't blame you for it, even your tender cotton cheeks were ruddy.

"I wonder... What exactly are you? The humans I know are bigger than you." Malleus mutters under his breath as he looks towards you still trying to be careful. He can sense that you have a special thing, in fact he smells traces of magic on you, but that confuses him even more as to why you, a frail, human little thing of all things... are in the woods in the middle of the cold.

Curiosity filled his being as he looked at you, you a small being resting in his big arms, sleeping as if he were not the dominant creature in this territory. He was confused. You are a human baby so... small that you could easily be killed by accident, could this little thing be so cute? As far as he knew, humans are ungraceful or so he was told, plus the fact that he has killed some fools daring to enter his lands. He gently used a finger to touch your little nose. So cute you looked! He was also intrigued. Why did they leave you, so small and vulnerable in their forest? And alone, with no one to hold and care for you. You would become food for vultures or some other monster very quickly.

Malleus looked around looking for the human responsible who has left you abandoned, however instead his nose detected a smell of iron and acrid mixed with traces of magic.... It was blood of the child of man, so walking with you, even if clumsily, he cradles you in his arms they go towards the place where the trail was, strangely on the way you didn't cry, in fact, you even fell asleep comfortably.

Normally everyone is afraid of him, although it is normal given his status but that makes him socially awkward and lonely, maybe that's why he unconsciously clung to you. Malleus then arrives at the place where that iron smell came from, finding the corpse of your mother, a beautiful woman but... The old dragon prince notices that she was stabbed several times and until her last minutes of life she fought. In addition there were traces of magic thrown, from elves more specifically although it does not give him so much importance; he bends down and takes a sample of blood, licking it from the snowy ground— This woman had Mana, like you, so he assumed it was your mother as you had the same bracelet as the woman as well as the same smell of that magic.

Malleus stares at the deceased woman with? something like a sad look in his vibrant green eyes. You moan slightly with a groan as you stir, but go back to sleep a few minutes later. Malleus' long tail wags behind him as he thinks, frowning slightly. He looks down at you in his arms, then at the strange looking woman, she has white hair and apparently blue eyes, plus somewhat pointed ears. Malleus knelt down next to her lifeless corpse, carefully analyzing the bracelet, it had elvish letters which read: "The eternal and pure shall remain, the evil and impure must be purged" And honestly he didn't understand what the engraving meant, so he just leaves it there.

"A human mother and daughter abandoned in the forest.... Who would do such a heartless thing...?" His gaze hardens as he look around the area, trying to find any clues left behind, but there was nothing. He looks closely at the wounds on the body and notices every feature your mother shared with you, from the lips to your beauty, he couldn't help but be distracted from his goal.

"She died protecting you, little daughter of man.... Now I understand her determination and strength. If I'm honest, she was no ordinary human, too bad that led to her cruel fate." Malleus gently touches your cheek wiping the drool running from your lips, you were still asleep.

There was a mixture of curiosity and a strange sense of melancholy in the eyes of the ancient being. His eyes sparkled as he recognized the faint traces of mana lingering in the air, mixed with the unmistakable scent of mingled human and elven blood, definitely the children of man were hard for the old dragon to comprehend.

"What a waste. A mortal life, snuffed out by the callousness of other humans."

He spoke softly, almost wistfully, his voice tinged with a touch of what seemed like sadness, though he did not understand it. He stood thoughtfully for a moment, then, sighing, he closes his eyes to the woman's corpse and with his green magic breath, casts a living flame that burns away all traces of your dead mother.

"Rest in peace daughter of man and nature, I will take care of your human baby."

Then he withdraws with you in his arms, he doesn't know much about humans, in fact he hasn't even seen one in 400 years, yet his curiosity and compassion made him act like that [perhaps the fact that you, a small and fragile thing, managed to move something in him beyond indifference and boredom] Then he saw you sleeping, he smiled softly.... What a curious little thing you were.

Upon arriving at his castle, he was greeted by Lilia, his guardian and close friend, as a father figure to Malleus even though he is already an adult in dragon terms.

Lilia approached smiling and playful, although he noticed the bundle in Malleus' arms, as a father figure and royal advisor, he was curious.... How unusual for his little Malleus. "Oh, I see you brought something interesting from the forest, hehehe, tell me, did lonely little Malleus get bored with himself and decide to bring a little human?" Lilia teased, however Malleus just snorted smiling at his advisor and guardian, still holding you in his arms.

The prince of Briar Valley had chuckled quietly at Lilia's comment as he walked carefully towards him, his expression was calm and the tail dragon wagged back and forth behind Malleus himself, revealing his mood. Lilia always teased him when he was bored with his normal routine.

"Hm, this... 'little human' was abandoned in the forest by her mother, I thought she would surely become dinner for a wandering monster. I was also curious to know what human cubs are like, I see they are fragile to be greedy when they reach adulthood."

Malleus mutters under his breath, his eyes moving quickly to look at the baby again as he sleeps soundly in his arms.

Lilia was really surprised, normally his little Mall showed no interest in anything and was very socially awkward, but here he was hugging you, a small and fragile little thing. Lilia fell from the ceiling of the throne room, like an ingratiating acrobat he sat up and then sighed the veteran fairy, speaking earnestly before his king and pupil.

"Your Majesty, you know that raising another living being, especially a human, who is different from us in terms of biology and growth, is not easy at all so tell me your highness? Do you really plan to raise that human baby, YOU who barely even know about them, beyond the times they have tried to invade our lands? I really sometimes don't know what you think Mall" Lilia sighed looking seriously at the dragon, Malleus lifted you up in the air looking at you still sleeping, you looked so... soft and tender. You would be a beautiful girl. Mall raised an eyebrow at Lilia for his comments.

"I am perfectly aware of that, Lilia. A fairy and a human child... a combination that I know very well will take time to understand..... She is more resilient than you think. But I cannot leave this baby alone, she was abandoned by her own mother. Such a cruel fate for an offspring of man."

His eyes shifted down to look at you as your small body shifted restlessly in his arms, sighing again, he cradles you in his arms once more. Malleus smiles softly.

Lilia sighed again, smiling and shrugging his shoulders surrendering to the blackhaired prince's stubbornness. He then walked over to you to look at you, you were certainly pretty, though as Malleus said, you had magic that was rare in humans, so Lilia asked his king and pupil, "Malleus, tell me something, do you know what it's like to raise a human? The consequences of it are something with variables and they age fast, besides you are sure to do it, from what you told me his mother had magic.... What did she look like, eyes and hair color?"

The dragon did not understand at first as he was dense at times, but then he understood what she meant, Lilia was asking the race of that human, if she was one and she certainly was not— Your mother was a half elf, a very beautiful one with white hair and blue eyes, perhaps that is why she was killed and in a desperate attempt to protect you both, she ran to her lands seeking to return home. So far he was able to piece together conjectures, his density and disinterest sometimes blinded him.

Malleus thought for a moment, studying your face, trying to find any resemblance you might have to your mother beyond your features but you looked more human. The old dragon prince hummed thoughtfully before finally speaking.

"She... was a half elf if I am correct. Her hair was soft and like a white flake.... Plus her eyes were a beautiful light blue color. But she also had magic, as strong as she may have been, the poor woman was outnumbered and killed for unknown reasons."

He looks towards you who were still sleeping once more as he spoke, his eyes soft as he recalls the memory of the woman.

Lilia analyzes the situation and then asks one more question. "How do you plan to take care of her? Sooner or later she will have to return to her homeland, is that okay with you? You know that the magical races and humans have accomplished nothing together for centuries and their traces of disdain still remain? So, be honest, my dear prince, how long do you plan to keep her here? Surely sooner or later you will get bored."

Lilia saw Malleus' expression, there were many emotions clashing and the veteran fairy smiled, he just needed a little push and Lilia would be sure that his beloved ward would understand the implications of this... What would Malleus do, the ever shy dragon monarch and the one who longs to know human emotions and humans themselves?

Malleus looked conflicted as he listened to Lilia's question. He knew there was tension between the races and he also knew it would be difficult for you to return home after being raised here. But him simply could not allow you to suffer, you were innocent. His green eyes shifted from Lilia to you, a small frown on his face debating his decisions.

"I'm... not entirely sure. If he goes home, I'm worried he'll never fit in with his own people.... And if he stays here, will he have a happy life?"

Lilia smiled and honestly, it wasn't bad that his beloved monarch and prince for once longed to have something, whether he was aware of it or not, that's why Lilia asked such a question. He wanted to see how far his pupil's interest would go. Would it be temporary or could you, a fragile little thing, really awaken something more in the bored and shy prince of thorns? The mere thought excited the former Fae.

Malleus let out a soft sigh as he lifted you closer to his chest, your small face was warm and soft to the touch, that little body fit perfectly like a puzzle piece in his arms. He felt something in his heart that wasn't there before as he looked at you, a strange feeling of responsibility, of protection, maybe even a hint of affection? He wasn't sure, he had never been close to a baby before, let alone a human like you were.

"I don't want her to suffer the same fate as her mother..."

Lilia clapped his hands and smiled, there was a long way to go. "Very well Your Highness, let's learn about humans and especially about their offspring, breeding and feeding!"

That afternoon Malleus was educated on what things they should and should not eat, down to the basic necessities. Malleus wrote everything down in his mind and would then apply it even though he still had doubts.

Malleus listened attentively as Lilia explained things, taking detailed notes in his mind of everything he told him. He was a fast learner and quickly remembered every detail. As Lilia spoke, the dragon prince gently ran a finger across your forehead, gently stroking the baby skin with an expression of slight amazement on his face. In a little over a year you will be able to walk, talk and think. Malleus couldn't believe how wonderful humans could be .... Or was it that you were just a unique baby?

And over the next few days Malleus did all sorts of things that no one would think possible coming from his royal highness and mighty dragon, but there he was changing diapers. "No! Be careful, don't you see? You're irritating her skin, though it's rare that she doesn't cry from your rough touch, anyway, look at tying a diaper!" Lilia pushed Malleus aside and changed your clothes, playing a little with you, making you laugh, but this was a simple provocation on the fairy's part, he wanted to see how Malleus would react to this and indeed, the dragon became jealous of his former tutor.

Lilia turned as he saw Malleus' green eyes glowing, after finishing your change of clothes, he handed you over to the dark prince. "I assure you that you will improve with time and practice as I won't always be here!"

Malleus watched as Lilia deftly changed your diaper, baby laughter filled the room as the old fae made you laugh. The dragon was a little puzzled to see Lilia do something with such ease, he even felt a little jealous for some reason, as he wanted to make you laugh too, but you just looked at him curiously. He let out a small snort as Lilia handed you over, looking at you and studying your face again, he was still clumsy in grabbing you.

"TSK! TSK! Look how stiff you are, you should carry her more gently" The fae scolded his monarch and prince who grumbled like a child pouting softly.

"I'm a fast learner, Lilia. Don't underestimate me..."

Lilia scoffed with laughter, his little Malleus was really cute in his own way [Of course if Lilia wasn't aware of his immense influence and power] At the dragon prince's frown, Lilia playfully apologized and raised his hands in peace.

"I know, my dear prince, but you must be careful! You wouldn't want the little one to cry, would you? Well, leaving that aside, come to think of it, you haven't given her a name have you, you, do you want to give her one?" Lilia noted this, for several weeks now you had been called 'Child of Man' or 'Little Human' and if the Fae were honest, they can't always call you that, names are important though given Malleus' own obliviousness, he hadn't even noticed until his advisor and former guardian pointed it out to him.

The fae-dragon sighed, squeezing into his embrace and widening his eyes in confusion when Lilia pointed that out. You would definitely need to be given a name of your own, and they couldn't always call you the man's daughter... or little girl.

"Hm, I guess you're right... what do humans normally call their children? I don't want to accidentally give it a name that has an unfavorable meaning..."

Malleus was somewhat (perhaps too much) unaware and sometimes his naivety with humans or other races that are not dragons or Faes, are unknown to him (either in customs, ways of acting or physiology). Leaving aside that sometimes he himself prince was carried away by rumors or experiences of his own. "I don't know, but what do you think.... (T/N), sounds nice, means timeless and infinite." Advised the old Fae as Malleus looked at you, you were playing with his fingers sticking them into your mouth.

Malleus hummed curiously as he listened to Lilia's suggestion, raising his hand to gently touch the top of your head, letting you cling to his fingers as he continued to think... the name '(T/N)', sounds good... he thought. Then he looked at you, watching you play innocently with his fingers as you looked at the old dragon.

"(T/N)... (T/N)... yeah, yeah, that sounds pretty good..... (T/N), then."

That day Malleus finally gave you a name, which would be one of the first signs that his curiosity would turn into love and love into obsession.

It had been 5 years, for Malleus this was nothing, as he sometimes has long periods of sleep (of course Lilia would wake him up to avoid sleeping more) Otherwise your growth would be lost and since Malleus loves you too much, the prince of Briar Valley did not want to miss anything about you, that included your growth stages.

"She do grow up fast, I can hardly remember what her was like yesterday!" Lilia complained dramatically but Malleus, who was drinking his tea, put down his cup and smiled softly as he watched you play in the garden. From large your beauty was remarkable, unbeknownst to you, you made more than just the barren thorn garden bloom in his heart.

Malleus smiled slightly as he watched you play in the garden, admiring the way you made the normally withered and barren garden come alive with your presence. He had certainly grown fonder of you over the past few years, watching you grow and learn new things always made him smile. He looked at Lilia with a loving smile on his face.

"In fact, Lilia... it seems like only yesterday that I found her in the forest... now she's growing with each passing day."

Lilia put his hands under his chin, watching you play and make wreaths, it's been a while since Briar Valley had this warm and colorful atmosphere. "Don't you think humans are kind of interesting and chaotic? By the way, our little girl will soon be 6 years old, what do you plan to do? The past years you gave her many a gift, but oh my little Mall! Remember that unicorn you gave her didn't even last because your jealousy won the battle?, poor creature, they ran as soon as you came angry at them" He chuckled, in the end Malleus was attached to his dragon nature more than his Fae half, as much as this one wanted to deny it.

The prince of Briar Valley let out a small snort at the memory. He had indeed become jealous of the unicorn, and it wasn't the only time either.... Every time you got a new toy or friend from the animal world, he got so possessive that he couldn't help it. He sighed. silently as he thought for a moment before responding....

"Hm, I'm actually very aware of my little human birthday... like you said though, this time I want to do something special for her, but I have no idea what to give her."

The old fae laughed and responded with another question to the dragon prince's confusion. "And what do you think you can give him this time? It can't be something living or something non-living, since you get jealous over anything, like the time you 'accidentally' burned one of her favorite toys with your fire because it took her attention away from you." Lilia fiddled with the fork and Malleus coughed his tea, avoiding looking at the fae who teased him about his extreme behaviors.

Since he was just processing centuries of emotional numbness and you were the one who awakened those experiences and emotions in him, it was difficult for him not to go to such extremes.

The black-haired man snorted at Lilia's words as he looked away. It was true that he was extremely possessive of you and would get jealous of anything that caught your attention.... But he couldn't help it. The dragon sighed softly and closed his eyes, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment about a solution to this.

"Hm... How about... a new toy, but only she can touch it? Sounds like a good solution, doesn't it?" Malleus asked thinking it would be ideal but Lilia made a face almost as if to say 'Are you seriously thinking about that?' and answers him with another question.

"How are you sure you're not going to burn it or destroy it? It's funny to a point that you destroy his stuff out of jealousy, but (T/N) he doesn't find it funny. I have an idea! How about you take it to the meadow mmm? Flowers are beautiful and safe, you can't get jealous if they are symbols of love. You know, you always keep her cooped up here, the royal garden is beautiful and the castle too, but remember, kids are curious and like to explore, you used to do that when you were a little lizard."

Malleus sighed, shaking his head and ignoring the ramblings of Lilia who boasted about how beautiful and tender the dragon prince was before he grew up. On the other hand, you approached towards them smiling and showing a butterfly in your hand.

"Tsunotarou, look how pretty them is; although their wing was broken, but I repaired it!" You laughed, peeking out from the table with your small stature. Malleus looked at you smiling anyway and lifting you in his hands, you were just as small as when you were a baby but you were growing faster than expected. Either that, or it was just his abnormal perception of time.

The Fae-dragon looked at you, his bright emerald eyes shining with pride as you showed him the butterfly. He couldn't help but smile broadly when he saw your enthusiasm and laughter. He always loved the way you looked when you were happy.

"Hm, it looks quite beautiful. You did a good job with the wing, it broke before..." He says complimenting your little acts of love for others though a bit jealous of that butterfly. He then lifts you up in his arms, hugging you like he does all the time. The dragon loved you as much as you loved him.

Lilia laughs internally, his enigmatic gaze analyzing the situation, only in time would Malleus accept his possessive and territorial side, Lilia would be sure to witness it. "Aww~ our princess is a saintess!" Lilia teased in her cheesy tone, then pressed her lips together mockingly as if she wanted to give you a duck kiss, you on the other hand laughed avoiding his lips as he began to chase you away from Prince Briar's embrace. Malleus looked at you and smiled though the vein in his forehead and neck said something more than simple elegance, jealousy, raw as poisonous.

́Maybe I should break his neck and cut his legs off? ́ thought the Fae Dragon, but he restrained himself from those possessive and murderous fantasies, on the other hand Lilia felt a look on the back of his neck imagining that his pupil and monarch It was almost drilling his head (figuratively), in a way it was funny.

"AH!!! yuck, I don't want your kisses uncle Lilia, they're slimy and I hate it when you pinch my cheeks!" You exclaim, snapping Malleus out of his thoughts as Lilia caught you and you tried to push him away while laughing.

"Come on, just one little kiss! And can you blame me? You're so cute" The old fae squeezed you in his arms. Malleus felt a small twinge of discomfort in his chest as he watched Lilia try to give you a kiss, the dragon fae clenched his jaw slightly and his fists clenched into fists of fury.

"Lilia... Fuck!"

He muttered under his breath, looking at the two of them and keeping his feelings under control. Malleus again refused, it wasn't right to be jealous, he wouldn't give his advisor the pleasure of seeing him in such a state let alone losing control.

So he represses his emotions once again, causing Lilia to look at him out of the corner of her eye and sighs, releasing you from his arms. "How boring you are! Well, anyway, I have to go, I need to check the barrier on the moor, what was it...like 200 years ago? Yeah, I haven't seen the state of it in 200 years.... I'm off then, have fun my children, bye bye bye!" Lilia smiled saying goodbye as the door closed, you on the other hand walked up to Malleus taking his hand.

"Tsunotarou... Were you upset? You know Uncle Lilia is like that, by the way I made you this crown! I hope you like it" Malleus looked sideways at you and blushed, coughing in embarrassment at your tenderness, he bent down to your height so you could put it on his head. The rose wreath, although twisted by its awkward horns, was still beautiful to look at. However, it was cute to see how your delicate little hands went out of their way to give him such a gift.

Malleus looked at you, his mood changing almost immediately as he saw your expression. He couldn't help the laughter that came from his pale but beautiful lips as he watched you try to put the crown on his head, but fail miserably as his horns got in the way of said task. He chuckled softly as he gently took the crown and put it on perfectly as he bent down and ruffled your hair.

"Thank you, he's lovely, as always... I won't get mad at Lilia, he's like that with everyone, but promise me you won't leave room for his jokes ok?"

"Yep! I won't let uncle bully me with his jokes anymore" You laughed once more, clapping your hands and with innocent grace, you hugged his neck giving him a kiss on his pale cheeks making Malleus blush once more that you would almost swear steam was coming out of his ears. So much so that his emotions affected the atmosphere of the whole valley, you saw how the gardens grew more roses and out of nowhere butterflies or birds appeared.

Because of your innocence, you were frightened to see him so red, thinking you had done something wrong. "Tsunotarou is red because of me, now he has a fever!" You began to cry with worry in your girlish eyes, as you noticed earlier how hot he had become because of your actions, but you didn't know what triggered that.

Malleus looked surprised, his eyes widened at your innocent and adorable way of looking at the situation. He let out a small scoff and chuckled under his breath, he always forgot how innocently cute you were and how your naive personality embarrassed him most of the time.

"No, no, you didn't do anything wrong, it's okay...I'm fine, you're just too cute and beautiful my precious princess" He said softly as he stroked your back, trying to calm your crying as he blushed a little from embarrassment.

"Eh? ... Then why are you red? If you don't have a fever, maybe it's another illness? I don't want you to be sick, Tsunotarou!" You were still sad and worried but you weren't crying so much anymore, much to her relief.

Malleus sighed, lifting you up in his arms and sitting you on his lap, then wiped away the excess tears by kissing your chubby little girl cheeks pulling them as a game and a little reprimand.

"That hurts, a lot Tsunotarou."

He smiled at your innocence and how you so quickly assumed he was sick because of his red face, he was a little amused that you couldn't see the underlying reason he was embarrassed rather than sick. A small chuckle escaped his pale lips when you complained at how hard he pulled on your cheeks, then he sat you on his lap as he stroked your head talking softly.

"No, no, I'm not sick... it's much simpler than that, little girl."

The prince/monarch smiled at you once again saying how tender and beautiful you were in his eyes and that's why he was embarrassed when you did such tender acts.

"Am I pretty? But Sebek says I smell like a dirty human, but I don't know what that is. He always criticizes me, the other time he scolded me for accidentally knocking down one of your paintings in the office, he also says humans are ugly, does that mean I'm ugly and stinky?" your tender and gullible eyes made Malleus swallow bile, mostly because of what you were telling him, sometimes your tenderness and naivety reminded him of himself. 'Sebelk, that idiot' he thought to himself, cursing his loyal friend and self-proclaimed knight, though to Malleus Sebek was an annoying zealot.

The prince of Briar Valley shook his head and sighed softly. Yes, Sebek tended to say things he shouldn't say in front of you. And yes, he was also an absolute fanatic who was too loyal to him, sometimes not even liking his attitude because of how loud and restless he got.

"No, you're not ugly, you're beautiful... in fact, you're the most beautiful little girl I've ever seen in my life... and ignore what Sebek says, because he's a brat who talks too much..."

And speaking of the devil, he will come! Sebek knocked on the door, although it didn't do much good as he ended up whipping it anyway, mostly to warn of his presence.

"MALLEUS-SAMA!!!" Both you and the aforementioned covered your ears at Sebek's cries and his following praise, the Prince of Thorns had to silence him before he gave any more speech about how he is the most perfect among dragons that ever lived.

"Ahem! As I was saying I brought breakfast because honestly Lilia-sama is horrible at cooking, and I also wanted to tell you that Silver will be away for a week and is still dealing with the demons in the troll pit." After that introduction, Sebek served everything with grace and- Perhaps too much perfection; even Malleus was sweating with embarrassment from his eyes with imaginary stars staring at him, sometimes Sebek was too overwhelming.

Sighing as he looked at Sebek and rolling his eyes at the green haired dragon's strong presence, the half-dragon fae let out a small snort as he listened to the strong praise and watched how hard Sebek tried to please him as he fed him breakfast. As he watched Sebek kneel on the ground after finishing with the table and the plates with food, Mall let out a small scoff.

"Very well, thank you, Sebek... you may go, I'm sure Silver will need help handling the demons in the pit..." He said, trying to get rid of him so that he would stop being too overwhelming; and be able to continue chatting with you without the stalker-like vigilance of the green-haired one.

"Your highness... You're telling me you don't want me here? WHAT AN HONOR TO HAVE YOUR DISGUSTING TOWARDS ME, MALLEUS-SAMA!! YOU CAN EVEN TREAD ON ME IF YOU WANT, I WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR RUG FOR WHATEVER—" The Green-haired's cries of adoration ceased as Malleus swung his black claw and pulled him out of the garden and into the castle hallway. Still, the young dragon's cries could be heard. You laughed so hard at Sebek's own witticisms that the black-haired fae's bad mood was relieved.

"Sebek is funny, even though he's always nagging me..." You pout as Malleus smiles at you burying his face in your baby neck.

He sighs again as he hears Sebek's ramblings and praise in the background, letting out a small scoff. He chuckled under his breath when he heard you laugh, nodded and agreed with you.

"I know, he's a jerk... but at least he's a loyal jerk, I guess..." Whispered the fae as he wrapped his arms around you once more, burying his head in your small shoulder, enjoying your scent that reminded him of fresh roses.

Days later Malleus took you flying through the forest as it was like your birthday present, as you laughed in his arms, the first spring breeze hit your delicate face, Malleus spread his draconic wings taking you even higher in the air to enjoy the view without actually stepping on solid ground. He won't admit it but he doesn't want something else to catch your attention and make you want to go out more often. Your hands caress a cloud and the black-haired man sees you laugh which makes him happy.

"This is the best birthday ever!!!! Thank you Tsunotarou" Your eyes looked at him and at that moment it was just the two of you, something in Malleus started to resonate it was like a: 'Badump! Badump!' ...It was the beating of his heart that echoed in his ears, for the first time he knew what that was, the feeling longed for millennia and jealous of those who could feel it and experience it but now he finally felt it. You were the reason? He wondered, but at that moment he didn't care, he just closed his eyes letting himself go while holding you in his arms.

Malleus watched you with a fond smile on his face as he saw the way your eyes sparkled when the breeze hit your face, happily observing how you were thrilled by small things like clouds. He chuckled softly as he watched you laugh at the simple joy of being in heaven....

"Of course, of course... Anything for my little daughter of man..."

His eyes closed as he embraced you, feeling the gentle beat of his heart flutter in his chest, his heart beating for the first time in centuries like butterflies in full spring.

This moment was precious and although Malleus is not normally greedy, with you it is another case, he wants to have you and make you happy just like you do with your simplicity and innocence, his beautiful sleeping beauty.... The tulip in his garden of thorns.

"Tsunotarou! Look there— Is that me!!!? Woah, what a beautiful garden" Malleus smiled again seeing you excited, this is the special gift for you, in this forest there is a beautiful portrait made with so many flowers of so many colors and froms the air you can see it. So he wanted you to see how much he would give and do for you, for your smile and the feelings you make him feel, for what you are and represent in his life.

He tilted his head to look at the portrait of the flowering garden in question, a small smile on his face as he watched the colors come together and form a beautiful image from above. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he listened to you speak, his ears twitching at the way you seemed to be getting more and more excited.

"It's beautiful... Do you want me to take you and take a closer look at it, little one?" he said, flying a little lower now so he could take you there and let you see the flowers up close.

You both descended and immediately ran through the fields of flowers, like a princess in his eyes, the prince and wizard Fae-Dragon, moved his hands making your dress turn white as snow and floral decorations grew from it, then he made you float. and dance in the air as you laughed.

"LOUDER!!! YAY! WHAT FUN" The prince of Briar Valley continued to wiggle his fingers and watched you float away, then he pulled you close to his face and their noses touched, the magic was removed and with a kiss on your forehead, you fell asleep. Malleus had long since ceased to feel alone, much less hated and feared, only loved by the simplicity of a human, his human.

At the end of your birthday, the prince of thorns tucked you into your bed and before you went to sleep, you gave a thank you. "Thank you for everything Tsunotarou.... Good night."

Your smile faded as you slept, Malleus Sighed, leaving the room and walking to his own, the cold corridors smelled of wet earth and nature, his footsteps echoed against the aged stone until he reached the black door. The creaking reminded him of the years that passed and he never aged, his physical age stopped at his seventeen years. Upon entering, Malleus removed his clothes and then sank his body into the soft feather bed, his green eyes wandering to a shelf; There were all those gifts that to others are cheap trinkets made by the innocent hand of a girl like you, but to the Dragon Fae it was more than that, it felt special to receive them from the one he loved.

Malleus sat on the end of his bed for a second, his thoughts wandering as he looked at the items on the shelf. He couldn't help but feel warmth and happiness in his chest as he looked at the little trinkets... it brought a small smile to his face as he thought about how much happiness you brought him....

He lay fully back on the bed, resting his head on the pillows and pulling the covers over his shoulders, closing his eyes and letting the dreams take him soon....

And who knew that that nap of his would make the future of both of them turbulent, because Malleus fell into another one of his hibernations, besides, without anyone to wake him up with anti-sleep magic, he wouldn't be there for you. Lilia, Silver and Sebek would take a maximum of 4 months to return, the vast territory of the royal family of dragons and fairies had to be constantly supervised by many nobles and among them were the three close to Malleus.

After waking up, you went to look for him and excited, you opened his door running towards him and climbed into his soft, padded bed but Malleus was still asleep, even so you decided to move and pull his cheeks, talk to him or yell at him. but nothing happens, he still does not respond.

"Tsunotarou? Come on it's already daytime! it's not funny.... Ugh! Don't scare me, come on, wake up already! You're going to make me mad... Humm!" You started to hit him on the cheeks, You even lifted his eyelids but as soon as you removed your fingers they closed again and still it didn't work and you couldn't use your magic since it only worked on plants and to heal wounds. "I have another idea! I'll look for uncle Lilia, he might wake you up" Jumping out of bed you leave the royal room and head to your own, preparing your backpack to go in search of the old fae.

It was your first time out of the castle, you were scared and the monsters terrify you, but as Uncle Lilia once said, "Never forget to be protected, if you wear a dragon scale, no monster or weirdo will attack you given our essence! So don't forget to take one, even Mall would be happy to give it to you". And that's what you did, as Malleus wouldn't wake up even if you removed a black scale from his tail, so you would use it as a toll and scare the monsters away.

A while after walking, you ended up lost. Since you have never left the castle unless Malleus or another fae (except Silver, from what Sebek said, he is a human like you.) guides you, you would get lost on your own and that happened. Now you didn't know where to go.

"Phew, wasn't this the way? Maybe I should go back, but... Why are there three paths? I don't know anymore! I'm lost!". You cried in frustration and continue walking, if Malleus would complain about anything, it's your pride and stubbornness.

It wasn't long after you left the castle that you still couldn't find the right path. Unfortunately, without high-ranking magic, you were doomed from the start to get lost if this happened, especially since Malleus would normally be guiding you.

The dark wood were mostly silent, a few crickets chirping could be heard. Even your footsteps echoed and you didn't even want to think about other unknown sounds because it made you nervous and afraid. But the sounds of the crickets soon faded away, leaving you in silence as the sound of rustling leaves added to the sound of your beautiful magical sandals made of flowers and wood. Suddenly, a soft glow caught your attention.

You had reached the end of the forest and the sun was about to set, you were apparently in a part where the barrier of magical flowers and thorns was weaker, you also had the scale of Malleus in your possession, so when you followed the path fleeing from the darkness; the thorns and bushes parted, allowing you to pass as you sensed the magic in that scale inside your bag. The fresh air greeted you, you smiled believing that you would return to the castle but it was not so, as you barely took a few steps, a carriage passed by you and the person stopped to look at you, it was a humble peasant.

"Umm hey little girl, what are you doing on this side of the road? You don't know it, but there are ugly monsters roaming around."

"I don't know sir, but who are you and what are your names? I'm (T/N) and I'm looking for my uncle Lilia, I must wake up Tsunotarou or else he will sleep too much, so he won't be able to play with me" Facing your naivety, the farmer smiles and invites you to come up.

Since Lilia never explained to you about the dangers outside (thinking that because of Malleus' obsession with you, it would be impossible to escape) you continued talking to these strangers.

The farmer, as well as the person sitting in front with the horses, were both older adults, who were quite surprised to see a young girl like you wandering through the dark and dangerous forest with no parents or other people in sight, just you and the forest behind you.

They both see that you were hungry and tired, the farmer felt bad for you, nodding and smiling as they brought out some stale bread and water to let you eat something. The person in the wagon with the horses watched you intently. In the end you end up going out with them, not knowing that your innocence would bring chaos and that the carelessness of some would make many pay, even death will be a mercy rather than delayed suffering.

And so 4 months had passed, in that time the 2 faes and Silver returned from their duties, when they entered they were surprised to see the palace so... silent.

"Lilia-sama, I can't find the rambunctious human, I already searched every floor for her but there's no trace" Sebek said in alarm when even Lilia couldn't find you either.

Silver then cried out in surprise and somewhat worried, Malleus was in a state of hibernation earlier than expected, as normally dragons sleep 100 years but since he is half fairy, this time is maximum 50 years and it also depends on Malleus himself.

"No way, damn it, what are we going to do? Hurry Silver, go and get some chains, I need to wake him up but we mustn't just blurt out the news, Sebek gather everyone you can and look for her!" Lilia ordered as she bit his fingers cursing his luck. Once Silver finished binding Malleus, the old Fae put spells on the chains to at least hold some of the strength the Fae dragon prince possesses. In the end Malleus awoke with magic and the anti-sleep potion.

Malleus, dazed, opened his eyes after being suddenly awakened from his sleep, his senses immediately sought your presence again. The first thing he felt were the chains and spells on him, which irritated him, and as soon as he saw Lilia, his senses went on guard.

"Lilia...! What are all those chains and where did she go (Y/N)" His voice was soft but demanding, his cold, sharp eyes looked at the old Fae in front of him.

"First calm down Malleus, you are not in your five senses, I didn't think it would come to this but there was a mistake and we miscalculated your hibernation, so we left and 4 months passed. And sorry to tell you but (Y/N) is not here. I think she went out to look for me, from what the few creatures who saw her told me, I only know for sure that she left the magical forest and Briar Valley, heading for the human world, in that case we can't track her and the only one who can is Silver, so I sent him to look for her.. "

Malleus listened to him in silence, his calm and gentle expression slowly twisting into something much darker as he took in what Lilia was saying in his mind.

"You mean to tell me that you all left the castle without waking me up or leaving someone to take care of her?" The Raven-haired fae's voice was cold, his usually calm tone now filled with silent anger about to explode as he stared at Lilia for a second.

"Didn't any of you think that leaving a young woman home alone would end up with something like this.."

Lilia sighed just as frustrated, his cheerful and youthful demeanor left behind by his deadly and bitter self. "Look Malleus, I couldn't calculate the variables, you were supposed to hibernate until February but it was earlier than planned, I think the anti-sleep potion affects something in your hibernation states."

Lilia rubbed his nose septum in frustration. Malleus might have looked calm but his vacant stare and his vibrant emerald eyes with shrunken slits, said otherwise, he was overthinking everything.

"Can't you calculate the variables? I'm sure you have more than experience in dealing with issues revolving around me. You should know that this was a situation that had the possibility of happening, Lilia!"

Malleus' tone darkened with anger, he was beginning to blame Lilia even though he knew it wasn't entirely her fault, knowing that it is also his for constantly manipulating his sleep states making himself more unpredictable when it came to hibernating.

"She's going to be lost in a world that is cruel and uncaring... Who knows what has already happened in the last 4 months?"

Unfortunately for everyone and especially for Sebek, who interrupted them, receiving almost lethal green fire from Malleus narrowly burning the green-haired Fae but resulting in the burned wall and a prince who was still raging almost eager to release his dragon form, but Sebek caught their attention.

"Can you listen to me for a moment? As I said, I went to investigate and proudly I can say that this is the only thing he left..... I'm sorry Malleus-sama and Lilia-sama" Sebek bowed showing pieces of the torn dress the prince of Briar Valley had given you, and that infuriated Malleus more and from that anger he went to raw but horrible sadness, a silent one because the words got stuck in his throat and tears fell from his beautiful emeralds for eyes.

Malleus stared at the torn pieces of your dress, his eyes widening as the reality of the situation slowly hit him. A small trembling of his hand became noticeable, as his fists clenched tightly to where it hurt, his nails slowly digging into his own skin and drawing blood as he reared up savagely towards the Raven-haired fae taking the piece of cloth from him.

"No... She is still out there, we must look for her, I must— I MUST LOOK FOR HER!! Ah..., Sorry for that, please leave a time me alone."

His voice came out as a halting whisper, as he slowly closed his eyes... taking in what had just happened; the reality of what he had lost, the reality that he had lost you... of all things, losing you to him and his draconic heart was very devastating.

Lilia said nothing at the scene of his beloved ward and prince/monarch, so both Sebek and he let his process it all and so for a few days Malleus locked himself in his room without coming out, falling back into an abyss of loneliness and silent rage.

In the days that followed your disappearance, Malleus mourned your absence, spending his days trapped in his room, talking to no one if he could help it and only looking at the pieces of your dress... the only thing he had left of you or your scent.

The fae dragon spent most of his time pacing his room or sobbing on his bed sheets, crying his eyes out and hating himself for how he had handled things when he could have avoided them.

Mmmmmm

So this was love

Mmmmmm

So this was love

So this was what made life divine

I was glowing, mmmmmm

And now I know

The key to all heaven was mine

My heart had wings, mmmmmm

And I could fly

I touched every star in the sky, but no more

So this was my miracle?

That I've been dreaming, that I've lost

Mmmmmm

So this was love, but I won't feel anything, anymore

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Say Yes to Heaven

dark!Arthur x female reader

Summary: Your childhood friend, Arthur, is deeply upset when he convinces himself your boyfriend is mistreating you. Deciding to take matters into his own hands to "save" you, his protection soon grows into an unhealthy obsession. He knows he can give you a better life...if you would only say yes.

Author’s Note: Inspired by "Say Yes to Heaven" by Lana Del Rey.

Warnings: drinking, drug use, unreliable narrator, mention of domestic abuse, mention of blood, minor character death, yandere tendencies

France, 1917

“Arthur, stop pacing, you’re making the other lads nervous,” Tommy commanded, stamping out his cigarette.

“I can’t help it, Tom,” Arthur replied, biting his lip anxiously, taking another swig from the small bottle the doctor had prescribed.

Tommy wrenched it from his hands. “Stop it, man. You don’t need that stuff.”

Arthur clenched his jaw in frustration, turning his head away as he replied, “I do though. Need to forget I’m here when she’s back home…with him.”

Tommy shook his head in disbelief as he poured away the opium and bromide solution. Might keep Arthur from wanking about her, but it didn’t give him the readied solider he needed, he thought with a roll of his eyes.

“Nah, you don’t understand what could happen to a girl like her if I’m not there to protect her,” Arthur asserted.

“Then see to it when you get home, but don’t get yourself killed worrying about some girl who seemed happy when we left,” Tommy huffed.

Arthur’s eyes went wild at the suggestion, pushing his brother up against the trench. “You think she were happy with a piece of shit like him who don’t know how to treat her? Or have you forgot what men like that do? Like dad was with mum?” he asked, lower lip trembling.

Tommy sighed seeing there was no use arguing. “I didn’t say that, did I? I just said to make it home alive.” Then he pushed his older brother from him, watching his sibling crash to the ground, holding his aching head. Tommy knew if vengeance was what his brother wanted, he would have it. Arthur was never one to let go of a grievance.

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Birmingham, 1919

“Esme, I need the black star list,” Arthur said in a low voice, shifting his weight on the balls of his feet as he might before a fight, ready and eager for the first punch. She barely looked up as she pushed the slip of paper across the desk, unaware of what it meant to him. He immediately scanned the list for the name of his foe, heartbeat thundering in his chest with the anticipation of a righteous victor. However, it was not to be his day.

When Arthur realized the name he sought was not on the list, he emitted a low growl of displeasure. “He fucking owes, I know he does,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Something wrong, Arthur?” Esme asked, looking up from her work in confusion.

Thinking for a moment he shook his head. “Tommy’s made a mistake, but I’ll make it right,” he assured her.

“What do you mean?” she asked with furrowed brow, but Arthur was already out the door.

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Arthur’s agitation was momentarily quelled by the sight of you walking down Watery Lane, the morning sunlight streaming through your hair. Your angelic face gave him pause, but only long enough to notice what he swore was a fresh bruise blooming just below your right elbow. His heart clenched as he noticed you wincing under the weight of the basket you carried and he was instantly transported to childhood. When you were eight and he was ten, he would rush out into the street to help you carry a bucket of ale home to your father. He knew the punishment for spilled beer and he couldn’t allow it to happen to someone so soft and delicate. Your large doe eyes urged him to treat you carefully, offering his protection whenever he could.

Approaching carefully so as not to startle you, he removed his cap to greet you. A wide smile overtook his features when you acknowledged him, a feeling of warmth radiating through his chest from a simple glance from you.

“You alright there, darlin’?” he asked with a softness reserved just for you.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you replied brightly. As he stood twisting his cap nervously in his hands without anything more to say, you bid him goodbye and continued down the street.

“Where are you headed?” Arthur asked eagerly, nearly tripping over his own feet as he rushed after you. He was enamored with you, openly staring at your beauty, and it made you blush. Arthur had a crush on you since you were kids which you found endearing. You couldn’t understand how others could be frightened of him in the slightest, despite your friends’ constant warnings a Shelby brother was dangerous company.

“I have to return to the shop. I shouldn’t keep James waiting,” you said, thinking of how busy the morning rush could be.

Arthur furrowed his brow, as he remembered the scorching heat of the ovens and the callouses on your hands. He hated the thought of you having to work so hard. As his shoulder bumped against yours, he felt your bone poke back against him and worry began to consume him. He wanted to ask if you’d eaten that morning or in the last week, but thought better of it.

“How’s business?” he asked instead.

“As well as can be expected when people are still recovering from the war. James was a great help after father died though,” you praised, shifting the basket to your other arm with a grunt.

“Let me help you with that. Looks heavy, love,” Arthur commented, trying to be useful.

However, by that time you were standing in front of the shop. James peered out the front window at you, raising his cane to tap against the glass. “I have to go now, Arthur, but thank you for walking with me,” you said quickly before disappearing inside. Arthur looked up and scowled at the man in the window, taking note of the object most likely used to mark your skin. “Fucking cunt…” he hissed, clenching his fists at his side.

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“Are there any other orders of business?” Tommy asked before attempting to close the family meeting.

“Yeah, I’ve got somethin to say,” Arthur spoke up, voice coursing with urgency.

“Well, what is it?” Tommy said impatiently, squinting cautiously through the smoke from his cigarette to study his older brother.

“When do we go after James Miller, eh? It’s been six bloody months,” Arthur sniffed disgustedly.

“James Miller? He has no outstanding debts,” Lizzie said, opening a file in front of her and scrunching her nose as she followed a column of names with her finger.

“It’s not about money. It’s about reputation, Lizzie. Ain’t that right, Tommy?” he said, looking to his brother expectantly. “The Peaky Blinders keep order round here now and James Miller ain’t playin by the bloody rules.”

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose as he began to see where the conversation was heading. “Arthur, we’ve been through this already. Y/n hired James Miller as a legitimate employee. Who are we to tell her how to run her fucking bakery? Who gives a fuck?” he said, stamping out his cigarette and turning to grab his jacket off the chair.

Arthur stood a bit too quickly, nearly overturning his seat in his haste. “I give a fuck because he’s taken what isn’t his! Making her work night and day and taking all the profits.” He grabbed Tommy’s arm to make his brother look him in the eye as he stressed, “He’s hurtin’ her too, I know it.”

Tommy took note of the pain in Arthur’s eyes. He was well aware that there were nights Arthur drank himself into a stupor, rambling about his love for Y/n. As far as he was concerned, she was the only woman in the world and he would fight to the death for her. If allowing him this one victory might bring Arthur’s mind back to business, Tommy decided to agree.

Tommy clamped a hand over Arthur’s and gave a short nod. “Alright, brother, if you’re certain. I’ll let you handle it the way you see fit.”

“S right. By order of the peaky fucking blinders,” Arthur said, savoring the words as he spoke them, knowing justice was forthcoming.

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“Open up, by order of the Peaky Blinders!” John called, nearly kicking the door in before James could open it.

“Come here to harass me again have you?” James asked, face red with fury, picking up his cane and waving it at the younger Shelby brother.

“James, stop!” you shouted, rushing out to grab his arm. You placed yourself between him and the peaky blinders as you asked in a small, frightened voice, “What’s this about?”

Arthur gulped as he saw you, hating to have caused you distress. “We don’t mean ya no harm,Y/n,” he said, holding up his hands. You studied his black gloves with suspicion, but decided to trust him based on the pleading look he now gave you. He looked genuinely sorry for the intrusion and you thought the least you could was listen.

“Alright, come in,” you said, opening the door toward him.

Arthur shook his head gently before asking, “A word alone, Y/n?”

James gave you a dire look, but you silenced it with a hand to his shoulder and a kiss to his cheek. “It’s alright. I’ll be fine,” you promised, grabbing your shawl and heading down the steps to meet with Arthur as John stayed behind guarding the door.

“Arthur please tell me what’s happening,” you begged as you walked with him.

Arthur stopped by the alley and reached for your hand tenderly. As he did, your shawl slipped, revealing a burn on your lower arm which you quickly covered. “You don’t have to do this, Y/n. I can help ya,” Arthur offered, stroking his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do what, Arthur?” you asked. He looked so forlorn, but you had no idea why.

Arthur’s head turned back toward your shop as his eyes flashed with sudden hatred. “Be with him!”

You took a step back to see if he were actually serious before realizing, Arthur Shelby was jealous. “Because I love him…” you exclaimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Look how he treats ya!” he said, jerking his chin toward your injured arm.

“That’s a burn from a hot pan, Arthur,” you explained quietly.

“The hell it is! Why you covering for him?” he grunted. Then he softened as he took your cheek in his hand. “You can tell me, dove. Just cause he was here when your dad passed, don’t mean you have to let him take over. I know I was gone fighting a long time, but I’m home now. I want to be here for ya now…please,” he said, pouring his heart out in a way he didn’t think possible.

You listened intently, thinking of all the times he’d been two steps behind you, your fiercest protector since you were small. However, it was nothing more than a form of sisterly affection you felt for him and you realized you’d have to tell him of your feelings sooner rather than later.

“Oh, Arthur, I know you worry. You always have, but I’m not in trouble, you see. I’m in love and we’re getting married,” you said with an encouraging smile. You searched him for a response, but he remained stone faced before you.

Then suddenly something unexpected happened. Arthur’s features contorted into an expression of pain and his face and neck turned to a deep shade of red as he fixed you with a perplexed look. Unable to contain his humiliation at your rejection he shouted, “There’s no ring on your finger, Y/n. You’re lying to me!”

Your eyes grew wide at the change in him and you shook your head violently. “No, no, of course not! We haven’t the money. That's why I don't have a ring.”

Arthur’s hands snaked upward toward your wrists, restraining you with a punishing grasp as he pushed you further into the alley and up against the cool brick. “You’re lying,” he repeated, hot breath fanning over your face as he moved impossibly close. “You don’t love him,” he said as though he were trying to imprint that fact into your mind.

Tears began to well in your eyes from the shock and the pain of his hold. With quivering lip you looked into his eyes as you whispered a frightened plea. “You’re hurting me, Arthur. Please stop.”

The spark was quickly extinguished and Arthur relinquished his hold, backing away and running a hand through his hair, pulling at the roots as he shook himself. “Fook! Fook! God, I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your shawl around yourself tightly as you mumbled, “Goodbye, Arthur,” and scurried away, unsure what to make of the situation.

Arthur stood in the alley for what seemed hours, pacing and plotting, his mind never leaving you. None of what he’d heard could be right. You would come back to him, he was sure of it.

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The heat from the kitchen was dissipating slowly to mix with the chill of the late evening air. James had gone to take out the rubbish bins and you were waiting for his return as you finished the cleaning. It was another long day and you felt yourself slipping into a soporific state even as you stood cleaning.

Willing yourself to continue, a sudden gust from the open back door blew a solid sheet of rain into your face, causing you to blink and sputter as you fumbled for the door, rain pouring across the threshold. As you grappled with the edge of the door, an unsettling crash came from the alleyway and you turned in a tight circle, looking for James. Instead of your boyfriend, you caught sight of Arthur Shelby, or at least you thought it was him, from his profile. He stood at the corner of your house, washing his hands in the run off from the eaves, scrubbing them clean of what you weren’t entirely sure.

GIF credit @peakykestrel

“Arthur?” you called out in a shaky voice.

His hands froze at the sound of your soft voice, one covering the blood which stained the other. He couldn’t let you see what he’d done, though he knew you’d find out soon enough. Dipping his head low to slough the water off his flat cap, he gazed back up at you with wild eyes like an animal caught with prey still in its jaws.

“Y/n, what’re ya doin’ out here? Thought you’d be in bed by now,” he managed, voice rumbling low like the thunder rolling through the city.

“I heard a noise,” you explained, eyes coming to rest on a broken piece of wood at the bottom of the stairs. It was hard to make out in the dim light, but it appeared to have the carvings of James’ cane and you felt your heart lurch. Arthur’s head tilted at a precarious angle to follow your line of sight, eyes flicking back up to yours and causing a shudder to course through your whole body. Your hands twisted nervously in your apron, feeling very small under his intense scrutiny.

Hiding his hands behind his back, Arthur slowly paced toward you in a stalking motion that made your stomach churn with dread. You shivered as he motioned for you to enter the house. “S too cold for ya out here, love,” he whispered in a voice that sounded far too placid. Then you felt his large hand at the small of your back, shooting electric sparks straight to your feet. Only then did your limbs begin to move in halted jerks with Arthur steering you into the sitting room.

You allowed him to guide you, feeling the grip he held on your elbow as he sat you in a chair by the fireplace. He took care to light it for you before taking a seat opposite you. Then he removed his coat and hat as if to show he had further business to discuss.

Despite the warmth that surrounded you, you shook violently as you asked, “Arthur, what have you done?”

Arthur leaned forward as he removed a flask from his pocket. Taking a long swig of whisky from the silver container to fortify himself, he exhaled sharply, “What should’ve been done a long time ago. I took care of him.”

“No, no…” you begged, catching sight of his bruised knuckles and bloodied shirt fully for the first time.

He rushed to your side to cradle you as your head fell into your hands, rocking yourself as you wondered how you would go on now.

“Let the fear go, love. He can’t hurt you anymore. I’ve got you now,” Arthur whispered into your hair as he cradled your limp body. Running a hand over your hair with his damp hands, he felt a surge of pride course through his veins and it was intoxicating. He had you in his arms as it should always have been.

Feeling a stir of desire, he pressed his face against your neck, kissing you with feverish passion. You recoiled from him in horror, pushing against the side of his face with the heel of your hand. Panting and heaving, you tried to shove him away, but he was much too strong. Finally he pulled away to look at you, rigid and frightened in his embrace.

“Please don’t look at me that way, love,” he begged, capturing your face between his large palms. “I did what I did for you…for us. He was hurtin’ ya. I couldn’t let that go on,” Arthur mused, staring into the fire.

“Arthur, I told you, I loved him. We were happy…,” you said through tears, now streaming down your face. You pulled his hands from you and studied the blood that still remained, trembling at the sight of it around his wrists and under his fingernails. You bit your lip harshly and closed your eyes to steady yourself from being sick at the thoughts running through your mind of how he’d killed James.

Arthur turned to look at you, “You’re confused. He weren’t good for ya, but I am,” he said earnestly. “I can give you a good life. Treat you like a queen, I will if you’ll be my wife. Say yes,” he asked, eyes shining like two bright stars. “To everything I can give ya.”

You took in a shaky breath as you fell back into his arms broken and defeated, how long could you deny him, you wondered? He was a delusional madman and you had to find a way out.

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Two months later…

“Oh my God, I can’t thank you enough,” you said through tears, hugging your friend.

“Promise me you’ll go live a good life in America where that prick can never find you,” Celia said with more than a hint of malice. She’d been working tirelessly to secure passage for you by railway and steamliner as well as a new life in New York and now that everything was in order, you would be on your way the following morning, never to set foot in Small Heath ever again.

You packed a bag and went to bed with visions of your new life dancing before your eyes. Life had never felt so peaceful, knowing you were taking charge of your terrible circumstances.

You woke before dawn, pushing yourself out from a cold bed you’d barely slept in and hurried downstairs to collect your case and papers. However, the documents you needed were nowhere to be found. An icy chill clamped over you as you searched, knowing something wasn’t right. Had you left them with Celia in your haste? With only an hour to make it to the train station, you rushed out of the house to see her. However, you didn’t get far.

Arthur stood out front with John and Finn, papers in hand. “Going somewhere?” he asked in a conversational tone that belied his devilish intentions.

“Arthur…” you gulped. “What are you doing?”

“Could ask the same of you, love?” he said. “What’s all this, eh? Having a holiday without me?” he asked without a hint of amusement, shaking the papers he held in his hands.

“I…I was going to tell you about that,” you lied.

“Were you now?” he asked thoughtfully, head turning from the papers to dig into his pocket for something which you quickly realized was a lighter.

You ran toward him screaming “No!” with outstretched hand, as he set the papers ablaze before your very eyes, all hopes of a new life burning before you.

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“I had my eye on you since we was kids, Y/n. I said she will be mine and nothing will keep us apart,” Arthur said, crushing the papers in his gloved hand. “Nothing,” he reiterated as the ashes fell at his feet. John laughed as the embers of his cigar fell to the ground, joining the tattered remnants of your dignity.

“We’ll have heaven here on Earth, my darling. Just need you to say yes,” Arthur proclaimed, reaching for your trembling hand. He pulled a ring from his pocket and slipped it onto your finger as you shook with fear. "Say yes to heaven," he whispered once more before you fainted.

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darklinaforever · 1 year ago

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I swear that when I see people criticizing The Rings of Power in relation to its total lack of fidelity to Tolkien, the costumes, the treatment of the characters, particularly female, the geographical management of the middle earth, the narrative inconsistencies and actions on the part of the characters... But on the other hand love HOTD... I wonder in what world do they live ? HOTD has exactly the same flaws but more camouflaged. And the worst part is that readers of the book Fire and Blood find that the HOTD series enhances the book... Like, Wtf ?

Let's not forget those who think that the series treats its female characters brilliantly...

Then who on the other side criticizes Galadriel for being a fucking Mary Sue... The same girl who is stubborn, never thinks, who the characters yell at and who literally gave hope to SAURON ?! Like, if it's for her enormous, extraordinary abilities... she's a fucking elf ?! Oh, and that Galadriel is good at fighting is no surprise if you look at Tolkien's writings...

If it was adapted to the letter of what Tolkien had written for Galadriel people would also cry mary sue ! From @motziedapul :

"he described Galadriel as Amazonian, "man-maiden" and excellent in athleticism on top of generally being one of the most powerful Elves in Middle Earth and being the favorite of an angel [Maia] who she lived with for a while."

Also, the only one who seems to me to have understood that Sauron was a first-rate scammer when he was among the elves.

Galadriel was around 2 meters tall, much taller than the other Noldor women. (Which gave her the name Nerwen meaning young girl man by her mother. Her father had first named her Artanis which meant noble ladies. Galadriel was the name Celeborn gave her) She was vigorous in body as well as in spirit, capable of standing up to anyone in terms of knowledge as well as physical skills. She also always had the gift of clairvoyance, allowing her to read the hearts and minds of others. Her great beauty was recognized by all the Eldar and her hair was considered a wonder of this world. It would also be the gold and silver reflection of Galadriel's hair which would have inspired Feaonor for the creation of the Silmarils. For all these reasons, she was quickly considered the most illustrious of the Noldor. She had also quickly learned everything the Valar had been willing to teach her.

Don't make me believe that if we had an adaptation of the character of Galadriel including all of this, people wouldn't be screaming at the mary sue ?! Dare to say it ! Because it’s just obvious they would have done it ! (Which does not mean that Galadriel is a mary sue, since she has her defaults. But given the case that been the character of Rey, people wouldn't really care)

Damn, that's like calling Rey a Mary Sue. Any sense. People really use that word all over the place these days...

It makes you wonder if at this point people are content with our cheeks to call Mary Sue just a strong woman who knows how to fight... As well as considering stories like HOTD to be the pinnacle of well-written feminism. The big joke.

People think HOTD's writing about women is awesome, but it basically strips them of everything they were in the book and what made them strong. Now they're just the victims of the men around them... And I'm not going to talk about those who think Alicent is a great character of great complexity, because otherwise I'll want to vomit.

All this to say that both series are as bad as each other. But ! If there's one to save, it's The Rings of Power.

For what ?

Simply because at least the directors recognize their stupidity, instead of thinking they've written something extraordinary while daring to make fun of the fans who question their decisions... Ryan Condal and Sara Hess have reallh be disgusting in their condescending remarks.

All this to say that when I see people criticizing The Rings of Power for its lack of fidelity, its costumes, its poorly written female characters (especially since this Mary Sue story about Galadriel is completely exaggerated), the slammed geography, etc., but praised HOTD on the other ? I scream at royal hypocrisy.

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insanesanitysparks · 1 year ago

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Thankfully Together Day 1 Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka

Paring Name (because I dislike IzuOcha) Izuco I think this sounds as adorable as they are.

Summary: At first they were strangers. Then they were friends. They stood together as allies. Now they're grown up. Now they're taking the next step. Now they're falling in love. Partners on the battlefield and in life.

Largely based off of how things went with my first boyfriend. A lot of uncertainty and doubt with the first relationship, but a whole lot of love and care. Might do a P2 on this one with their wedding night or honeymoon.

Tags: mha, bnha, Minors DNI, Thankfully Together, Aged up Characters, Izuku Midoriya, Ochaco Uraraka, Izuku Midoriya x Ochaco Uraraka, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Simple Things, Sweet Sex, Slow Burn, Smut, Self-Doubt

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Completed Thankfully Together One-Shots: Day 2: Denki Kaminari x Kyoka Jiro Day 3: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki

The Soft, the Sweet, and the Strong

Izuku and Ochaco’s relationship started slow. Izuku was focused on being a hero and Ochaco was too shy to admit her feelings. They were merely friends throughout most of high school, until Ochaco finally confronted the upbeat hero about how much she looked up to him. He was embarrassed. He’d never considered her anything more than a friend because no girl had ever given him the time of day before. He never thought she would see him as anything more than an ally. Well, apparently he was wrong.

They started dating and shortly after shared their first kiss, it was both of their first kiss. Izuku couldn’t count how many hours he spent researching the best way to kiss a girl but he could tell you how his mind blanked the second he tasted her cherry chapstick. At that point, he gave up trying to remember what he’d read and just went with what felt right. He started to worry afterwards that Ochaco might not have liked it, but when she finally pulled away a shy blush decorated her soft cheeks as she offered a sweet, “Well, t-that was nice.” His heart felt like it exploded with relief and pride. She enjoyed it! He did too!

After graduation, Izuku visited Ochaco at her parents’ house as often as he could. He became a welcome guest by his parents who appreciated how courteous the young man was to their daughter and how respectful he was to them when he dropped by. If Izuku stayed for dinner, he always helped Ochaco’s mother clean up afterwards. If he walked in the door to see Ochaco’s father working on some project around the house, he offered his help before the man had to ask.

Occasionally they would have a family movie night and her parents developed a habit of watching the young couple more than the movie. Ochaco would snuggle up close to Izuku who would be sitting stiff as a board next to her, not wanting to cross any boundaries. Sometimes Ochaco would drape his arm around her and that arm wouldn’t move an inch until Ochaco moved. Her parents shook from stiffled laughs when Izuku would get caught up in the movie and forget about his hand. The appendage sliding down Ochaco’s side until Izuku became aware of it again and jerked it back up, away from her behind. It was so innocent, so sweet. Ochaco’s parents loved it!

After one movie night, Ochaco’s parents stood and stretched but Izuku did not. Her father looked at the young man curiously before he realized what the issue was. Ochaco had fallen asleep on top of her boyfriend and Izuku, being the kind-hearted young man that he was, allowed her to use his body as a pillow. The parents passed a knowing look between each other before Ochaco’s father approached and gently pushed at Izuku’s shoulder. He pushed the young man down to lay on the couch with Ochaco resting on top of him. Ochaco’s mother brought a blanket to drape over the two. Izuku stared wide eyed at them, unsure of what was happening until Ochaco’s father patted his shoulder and gave him an approving nod. “We trust you, son. Besides, it’s pretty late. Stay here tonight.” Izuku was both honored and terrified by their trust in him.

This honor and fear intensified when the Uraraka’s business began to gain traction again. A new contract required them to travel away from home for a few weeks and they wanted Izuku to stay with Ochaco so that she wouldn’t be home alone. Of course the young hero agreed, even though he knew full well that Ochaco could take care of herself. He figured that maybe her parents were testing him. They knew their daughter could kick ass, they just wanted to see if the two would get handsy while the adults were away.

Izuku had no plans on doing anything more than kissing, but Ochaco had other plans. The powerful, young woman pulled him into her room on the first night and they slept in each other’s arms. Izuku wasn’t sure he would be able to go back to sleeping alone after that. Something just felt right about holding her in his arms at night, and she was inclined to agree. There was a sense of security that washed over her when in Izuku’s arms. She couldn’t imagine life without his embrace.

One night, Ochaco got curious. Her hands traced his body–his cheeks, down his neck, over his shoulders, biceps, across his chest, down his chest. He shivered under her touch and swallowed nervously when her fingers hooked the band of his shorts. She waited for him to give a slight nod before she pulled his shorts down and revealed his hardened member. She was shocked by the size and girth, it being larger than she expected. He was self-conscious about the size and girth, being about average according to the statistics he’d researched. He wondered if he should have shaved before he came over, but then she might have thought he was expecting something. Did girls like it when guys shaved their pubic hair? Did they care? He made a mental note to research it later. In the meantime he had other problems to worry about. Like how far she wanted to take things. He didn’t have any protection on him, he wasn’t planning on getting sexual. Unless she was on protection but then that meant sex and he hadn’t researched sex yet…

Ochaco stopped his mumbling by gripping his member and cupping his balls. She looked to him to see if that was okay but all she could get out of him now was a low, breathy, “Oh-aah.” She gently squeezed and started to pump his cock, watching him as she worked. His face was red, his lips parted as heavy breaths leaked out. He wanted to hold her, but dammit! Where the hell was okay to put his hands? He settled for one hand on the small of her back and the other resting in her hair. A bad move on his part as it pulled her closer. She latched her mouth onto his neck–licking, kissing, and sucking until she found a sensitive spot that had him bucking into her hand and throwing his head back in pleasure. She knew he was getting close by the way his hand tightened in her hair and by his panted warning, “Ah-uh-ah, close!” He tried to pull away, not wanting to make a mess on her, but she refused to let him go. “Ah-ah-Ocha-co!” He whined a second before his hips spasmed and he coated her hand in off-white cream.

She gave him a quick peck on the lips before releasing him to go wash her hands, returning with a rag for him to wipe himself down with. He had an obvious hickey on his neck and was clearly exhausted from the event. Ochaco felt slightly guilty about it, he’d had a long patrol earlier and she’d gotten carried away. She just wanted to look, she hadn’t actually planned on going this far. When he finished cleaning himself up, he reached for her. He planned on reciprocating the pleasure, but she merely pushed him down and pulled the covers over them. She snuggled into his arms and whispered a good night. He felt guilty about not pleasuring her too. He didn’t know that she felt happier than orgasming knowing that she made him feel good enough to release his load in her inexperienced hands.

The next night, Izuku tried to return her affections again, only for her to roll away and make some claim about having to go to the bathroom. He knew she was lying. He never heard the toilet flush. As much as it hurt, he didn’t hold it against her. If she wasn’t in the mood then he wasn’t going to push it. He did, however, take offense the next night when he tried again. She rolled away like he expected her to but came back to him later, wanting to touch him. He shuffled away from her with a simple, “Not tonight, Ochaco.”

“Is everything okay?” She asked, genuinely concerned. She wasn’t blind, she’d seen his boner. So then why would he roll away?

“I just don’t feel like it tonight.” He lied and she knew he was lying. He closed his eyes, feigning exhaustion, and she took the opportunity to cup his member through his shorts.

“I think someone would disagree.” She hummed in amusement. She regretted it when a moment later she found herself pinned to the bed, arms forced above her head with Izuku looming over her…looking a mix between pissed and hurt.

“I said, Not. Tonight. Ochaco.” His voice was deep and dark, “I’m not-I don’t want to be the only one to feel good. I want to make you feel good too.”

“I know.” She responded softly, “I’m just, I’m not ready for sex yet. But even if I’m not ready, I still want to make you feel good. You make me feel good all the time so-”

“But I didn’t even do anything the other night.” Izuku interrupted, tilting his head in curiosity. “How do I make you feel good?”

Her face got significantly redder as she forced herself to meet his puppy eyes. “W-well, it’s always really nice when you hold me or kiss me, but after the other night…you, um, your moans are really hot and make me feel all giddy and excited when I hear them.”

Izuku released her hands and sat back to study her. “My…moans?” He’d never considered himself to be an incredibly sexy guy, not even after all his training with All Might and the finely toned body that resulted from said training. He leaned back down over her to kiss her, one hand cupping her face while the other rested over her belly. “I want to make you feel even better than you do when hearing my moans.” He breathed in her ear, “Will you let me try?”

She shook her head and scrunched her eyes. “I’m not ready for sex, Izuku.”

“Not sex.” He quickly corrected her. “I want to try something that’s not sex.”

Ochaco stared at him with uncertainty for a moment before slowly nodding. “Okay, I trust you.”

The words reverberated in his skull as he recalled how her parents said the same thing. He doubted whether he should continue, but Ochaco had already put her hands all over him… “Just let me know if you want me to stop. I promise I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to. You just have to tell me.” She nodded wordlessly and he began, heart thundering in his chest. He’d seen her naked before but this…this was so much different!

He started with her shirt, lifting it slowly as he kissed from her stomach up to her breasts. He massaged them while gently sucking at her nipples, occasionally grazing them with his teeth. She arched up into his touch with needy moans and squirmy whimpers, making him harder than he ever thought possible before. His hands kneaded down her sides as he worked, stopping at the hem of her shorts when her hands darted down to stop him.

“Ochaco?” He glanced up at her to see her face twisted with nervousness, but she didn’t say anything about stopping. He gave her a minute before pulling his arm from her grip and continuing to tug off her pants.

“I-Izuku…” She whispered when he finally succeeded, and he thought he had an inkling as to why she was so nervous about him seeing her down there.

“Ochaco.” He repeated, voice low, rhythmic, and soothing, “It’s not sex that you’re actually worried about is it? Or at least, that’s not the only reason you wouldn’t let me pleasure you?” He slid down her body, positioning his head between her legs and looking up at her with knowing eyes. “There are other ways to make someone feel good, so your hesitation didn’t make a whole lot of sense to me until now… Ochaco, you weren’t afraid that I would be turned away by a little hair on your pussy?” He accentuated his question with an experimental lick between her folds, chuckling when she jerked at the contact. He hummed and mumbled against her clit, knowing the vibrations would drive her wild, “You put your tongue all over me the other day, when I came by covered in sweat and grime from my patrol. You didn’t care that I was dirty, you didn’t care that I didn’t shave. What makes you think that I would care if you didn’t?”

She opened her mouth to respond but only lewd moans escaped her lips. Tears pricked at her eyes from hom lucky she felt. How was she so fortunate to get a guy like him? In Junior High she pushed guys away, focusing on her future instead. In High School, she was so focused on not dying and then hiding her crush on Izuku. Guys always thought when they heard that her family was struggling that she would be an easy catch, that they could throw money at her and get an easy blow job or something more if they had a lot of money to throw at her. When they realized that she had standards, that she wouldn’t stoop that low, they walked away while hurling degrading insults at her. And now here she was, being eaten out by Izuku who didn’t care if they had sex, if she was clean shaven or hairy… He was a popular hero, he could have his pick of any girl out there, and goodness knows there were a lot of girls out there prettier than her. But he wasn’t with any of them. He was here. With her.

She glanced down at him, listening to him mumble about the flavor. Her flavor. He rambled on about what foods affected the flavor and speculated on what she might have eaten beforehand that gave her the flavor he was tasting now. She felt herself going crazy at the way his low voice vibrated her clit, the way his warm tongue tasted her… She could feel fluid dripping down her ass but couldn’t tell if it was Izuku’s spit or her slick.

A moment later Izuku went quiet and lifted his head to study her. “Are you–you’ve been getting wetter the more I mumble. Does it just feel that good or does my muttering turn you on?”

She blushed in embarrassment. “It’s cute. A-and you’re doing it down there! How could I not get turned on?”

He smirked as he descended on her clit again, this time using his hand to hold her southern lips apart and allow his tongue to explore her further. He could feel her getting close, her legs clenching around him as her hands buried in his hair. She was shaking, desperate, afraid that he would let go. He had no intentions of stopping though, not until she was finished. He didn’t panic when she bucked and her legs clamped around his head, he just kept sucking as she rocked on his tongue. She released him as she came down from her high and he pushed himself up her body to kiss her. “You’re fucking amazing!” He breathed heavily, a little out of breath from when she suffocated him. He didn’t care. He loved her.

“You’re my hero.” She whispered breathlessly, “Let me reward you?”

As much as Izuku liked the sound of what she was implying, he had an idea that he wanted to try… “I’ve actually got something I’d like to try, if you’re up for it?” He offered tentatively.

“I like your ideas.” Ochaco nodded eagerly.

Izuku quickly repositioned himself, supporting himself with one thickly corded arm next to Ochaco’s head. With his other hand, he shimmied his boxers down and gripped his painfully hard member. He gazed down into Ochaco’s wide eyes as he started to stroke himself, taking in her plumps lips, the heavy blush of her cheeks, the sweet breaths she took as she watched him jerk himself off over her. His eyes trailing over her body like a piece of meat…it was erotic, made her feel erotic, like she was worth being lusted over.

“What are you doing?” She asked, drinking in the sight of him just as much as he was her. She couldn’t lie, the sight of him looking like he was about to come undone over her was mouthwatering. The sweat beading on his twitching muscles, the sexy moans he was releasing, the loving, desperate look in his eyes…

His voice was deep and husky when he answered her, “I-uh-fuck! I w-wanna cum on you. W-wanna m-mark you as mi-ine.” Ochaco’s heart clenched at his lewdly romantic gesture and she instinctively pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Apparently, that was all he needed as grunted into her lips and his hips stuttered. She felt his hot, wet release spatter onto her stomach and a low, hot, “Fuuuuck!” as the man over her rode out his pleasure and tried not to collapse on top of her.

When he finally opened his eyes again, Ochaco smiled sheepishly. “That was hot. Where did you come up with the idea?”

Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. “I read about it…when I was doing my research…”

Ochaco chuckled in amusement. “You know what? I’m glad you’re a nerd. You appear to have really good results come of your research.”

Izuku pulled her closer and grinned, “Guess I’ll have to do more research then, find more experiments to verify that research.” Ochaco was looking forward to it, but first…they needed to clean up.

After washing away the sweat, vaginal fluids, and cum from their bodies, the two young heroes quickly passed out in each other’s arms. Little did they know, Ochaco’s parents returned home early to find them naked and entangled in Ochaco’s bed. They weren’t exactly surprised, they knew something was likely to happen with two kids unsupervised and alone, but they never actually thought that they would witness it. Their daughter fast asleep with Izuku’s arms wrapped protectively around her. So what if the two young adults were both naked? It was the most content they’d seen their daughter in a long time.

The two adults carefully backtracked out of the house, not wanting to wake the sleeping couple and startle them with their early return. They would come back later, when they were sure the two would be more decent. Ochaco’s mother would distract her by showing her pictures and telling her stories about the job site while her father would guide Izuku to the side to have a very long lecture about taking responsibility when accidents happened. Izuku was confused, at first, until he realized that her father was assuming they had sex. It was a very awkward conversation as Izuku assured her father that they didn’t have full on sex and that he was waiting for Ochaco to give him the green light before proceeding. Ochaco’s father liked the sound of that. Before the older man could get a word out in response, the green headed youth looked at him with the most determined set of puppy eyes he’d ever seen. The young hero bravely looked him in the eye, only one question on his lips, “What do I have to do to marry your daughter?”

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a-student-out-of-time · 2 years ago

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I've been catching up with the another series because of this blog and i really don't understand what Linuj wanted to go for with Ayame's character

In one side we hear that she killed Kizuna so thag Akane wouldn't become the culprit, it's a sacrifice to save someone she loved. But on the other hand not only did she made the cast go through an entire class trial but she even set up a trap to make herself seem less suspicious as the culprit, that's so contradictory to her sacrifice narrative because it means she did want to escape

And I'm wondering is this intentional? Or is just another case of Linuj's unusual writing? I just don't understand how we're meant to view this character

//Yeah, Ayame's role in the story is...a little perplexing. I like do her character, but on a first watchthrough, it can be strange to see all this. Here's my understanding:

//Kizuna found out that Yuki might be the mastermind, and so she tried to recruit Akane to help kill him. She disagrees, they get into an argument because Kizuna wants to escape, and in the process of trying to kill Akane so she can have someone die as part of her murder plan, a struggle ensues and Akane accidentally stabs Kizuna and runs off.

//In the trial, Ayame admitted that her reasoning was that Kizuna was already on the verge of death, so there was no time to get her help and, if she died, Akane would've become the Blackened. She had no time to save her, even if she wanted to.

//Ayame did all this in an attempt to save Akane, and Kizuna, whatever her motivation, corrects her dying message from "The Maid" to "Not the Maid." Whether it was a change of heart or just wanting everyone to know who actually killed her so they wouldn't escape, it's hard to say.

//Of course, even Rei points out that, if all of that were true, why go through a trial at all? Why not just confess from the start?

//I think we put too much stock in the idea that people with good intentions are also just okay with dying. The survival instinct is pretty strong, so in most cases, I doubt that they would just come forward and say it was them until they have no choice. Even if they do, it's not like everyone is just going to believe them immediately.

//Even Ayame admits that she had some intention of maybe escaping, as I think everyone here does, and was maybe using Akane as the pretext. That doesn't negate that it was done to save the girl she loved from dying, just that there's nuance to it.

//Ayame setting up and deliberately set off a trap to injure herself is also something she explains. The obvious answer there is to throw suspicion off of herself, but as she says after the trial, it was essentially penance for if she did escape. She lives, but she'll never run properly again thanks to her severed tendon.

//Of course, by the time the trial's finale set in, Ayame knew the full story with Akane and thus gave up on the idea of escaping. That weird bit about her pretending to be evil at the end was probably so nobody would feel bad about watching her get

//I think that, as a character, Ayame is meant to serve as the first major influence on Akane's growth as a person. In a very harsh way, of course, because this was the first fangan and thus it parallels a lot of what happens with Taka and Mondo ^^;

//I know I complain a lot about characters getting fridged, but that's about characters who die without any major role in their story and only to advance the development of another, and usually very briefly and shallowly. That's not what happened here, it was Kizuna facing the consequences of her actions and Ayame's decision to try and save someone she cared about a lot.

//As we'll see from here on out, Akane never forgets Ayame through all of this.

#mod talks #a student out of time #ayame hatano #dra #danganronpa another

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alliseearekingsandthieves · 4 months ago

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Back when this was doodled on a scrap of paper at work, it had a tiny little story along with it. Said story had no beginning or end and I kind of dropped it because it felt juvenile, but here it is for those willing to see it.

The assignment was a simple thing: a family tree.

But Hitoshi was adopted. Though it never really, really complicated things in his life, it decided to start now.

He drew two trees, because that was the best way to do it.

The first tree had his birth parents. His mama and her sister and his father and his four grandparents. It was the ghost tree because most everyone on it was dead or gone.

The second tree was where it got complicated.

Hitoshi, age twelve, had two older siblings. Hana was the oldest—she was nineteen and in university and everyone was very proud of her. Tenko was the second oldest—seventeen and hard-working and nice to Hitoshi in a way that meant probably that he was used to being the youngest and didn't really know how to be a big brother.

But Hana and Tenko were adopted too, so did he make their family trees to show as well?

Hana and Tenko's tree had their birth parents and their grandparents and also their Uncle Toshinori, who had offered to be Hitoshi's uncle too, but he wasn't sure yet.

And that wasn't even the half of the second family tree.

Hitoshi had three dads. Technically he had two dads and an uncle, but he'd called Kurogiri "Dad" twice now and they didn't mind.

Hizashi-Dad had been adopted too, by Gran and Gram Yamada. He had three older sisters. Their house was always loud.

Shouta-Dad had two parents who were rich and who he didn't talk to. They sent money for holiday sometimes and they tended to forget the characters for everybody's names. Shouta-Dad said their house was always quiet.

Kurogiri-Dad had a mom, a dad who worked abroad, an aunt, and a cousin named Anan—which meant that Hitoshi had two grandparents, a great-aunt, and an avaunt or an auncle or an aunt or an uncle (Anan had told him he could use whichever he liked, so he switched it up). That family—the Shirakumo-Kuroses—were always cuddly. It made sense—of all the dads, Kurogiri gave the best and most frequent hugs.

But then there were aunts and uncles and cousins who were not connected: Auntie Mags, Uncle Atsuhiro, cousins Himiko and Jin and Keigo. Hitoshi couldn't figure out where to fit them, but they showed up for a lot of holidays. And Uncle Toshinori's new family too—Uncle Hisashi, Auntie Inko, and Cousin Izuku.

That wasn't even counting all the friends—Aunt Nemuri, Uncle Tensei, Tenya, Shuuichi, Miss Rei, and her kids (Touya, Fuyumi, Natsuo, and Shouto). And sometimes the dads' acquaintances showed up too, like Hizashi-Dad's radio coworkers or Shouta-Dad's hero coworkers or whichever stray vigilante Kurogiri-Dad had decided to pick up for the week. (Hitoshi'd had an intense encounter with Kurogiri-Dad and Uncle Atsuhiro's friend Kaina—who turned out to be a former hero called Lady Nagant—before Kurogiri-Dad had shooed him upstairs.)

Hana and Tenko's other grandfather, Sorahiko, liked to visit too so he and Shouta-Dad could be mean to each other for fun, and sometimes they liked to tease Uncle Toshinori together. Sometimes Uncle Toshinori's friend Mirai was there too, though he would defend Uncle Toshinori forever if anyone ever let him get started. (It was usually Hana or Tenko's job to make sure he never got started, but Hitoshi could do it pretty well too.)

Hitoshi vs His Adoptive Family Tree: Fight!

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#scribble work #bnha shinso hitoshi #bnha yamada hizashi #bnha kurogiri #bnha aizawa shouta #erasercloudmic #i guess #the older i get the less romantic i think they all are #it's cute though #all i see is art

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clone-bar-79s · 3 years ago

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Okay. So the bad batch teaser is out and many fans have rightfully called out star wars out on the clones still being whitewashed. In response to this outcry, the bad batch stans have called out these angered fans for being overdramatic, stupid and theatrical, all over a cartoon. And while poc don't have a responsibility to teach you just how a cartoon can have an impact on us, I want to give it a try from my perspective. Its a bit long but try would you?

So, I'm brown, desi, and darker than most desis so I've basically been identified as the unfortunate child who didn't end up with the right genes in the family. Desi culture is obsessed with white skin, no surprise keeping in mind the British's involvement, but that's not the point. As a child, I really pissed off my parents for not bleaching my skin regularly and not washing my face ten times a day because by then, I considered any form of skin care as an evil. I hated that I had to do it all to get whiter and so I rebelled against any form of skin care. I hated all the damned whitening creams that were meant to make me beautiful because while it wasn't being stated explicitly, I was ugly for being darker.

In the 90s and 2000s, Desi movies from Pakistan and India showcased darker actresses as the ugly girl in the movie. The one who wanted the guy but wouldn't get him. The one who was pining for a guy who was however pining for the pretty white desi girl. And even if the dark girl somehow did end up winning the heart of the hero, it wasn't because he thought she was beautiful... it was because she had a great personality or was kind or whatever. But despite everything, watching Rani Mukherjee on screen, who I saw myself in, made me feel all sorts of giddy. When she did get the guy and he did tell her he loved her and she did get the happy ending, I believed it was possible for me too, despite being told by every passing aunt and uncle that I'd have a hard time getting a guy, if at all. Rani Mukherjee's presence on screen gave me hope because it told me that I could exist in this fucked up world and expect some form of happiness.

This sole example kept me going for a very long while. I'm not saying it helped me forget everything that had been engrained into my head for the first thirteen years of my life. It didn't make me rethink everything or made me more confident in my own skin. It didn't make me embrace my color, or my features, or my nose or my darker lips. But I knew I didn't have to be ashamed of the way I looked. And that there was more beauty in this world than the Eurocentric beauty I had been forced to accept as the only beauty since I was born . Seeing someone who looked like me has made a difference! This one person's presence on screen helped!

So, for those of you who are screaming out louder than the fans who are very rightfully angered by the whitewashing of the bad batch, you need to stop for a second. If you're white, you've never even had to think about this! That is because every actor in Star Wars looks like you! Bar some aliens and mace windu, the multitude of characters in star wars are white. The greatest jedis, the greatest villains, every skywalker, Kenobi, Rey, Ben Solo, Han, Padme and any other major character you can think of. You don't have to worry about how it feels to not be seen. You've been shown again and again that every princess looks like you and every actress resembles you and every hero has your face!

Polynesians were given a singular chance to see themselves in Star Wars as the clones who were modeled off a polynesian actor. This amazing role that showed us that people of all colors and races do exist! How hard is it to put yourself in our shoes, and empathize for one second, just how awful it feels to see that sole role snatched away ? That out of the millions of stories to tell about the clones, star wars chose to focus on the white versions of the clones. That they actually informed the fans, and proudly might I add, that they chose to model the clones off of white actors? That they went ahead and decided that for some reason it was okay that Tech have a British accent (???). Why is it so hard to understand that its absolutely horrible to see the one role offered to a colored guy, be transformed into a white man who, lets not forget, are supposed to be a new and improved version of the OG clones. And that the only one who most accurately resembles the clones, was made the bumbling brute of the group. And that the young girl who was a copy of Jango is not only blonde, but whiter than any clone ever seen on screens.

Can't you pull yourselves out from your own bubbles for just one second to understand the point of view of those against the bad batch? When they're telling you that the franchise's decision to whitewash one of the few colored characters is hurting them, cant you see why? That when an author tells us it was too hard to bother finding out how polynesian hair works, cant you see why the outrage makes sense? Every decision that star wars makes has an effect on the fans and its absurd for you to negate the impact that media has on all our lives.

#well... this is personal but idk man i think its so obvious why were angry and its so weird to see others say we have no right to be #like theres abolutely nothing in star wars for colored fans except a few examples and you wnat to take that away too?#and offer us nothing but poc as unredeemable villains now?#how can it go over tbb stans heads???#hoooooooooowwwwwwwww?#unwhitewashtbb #the bad batch #the fact that i have seen multiple people argue with me instead of understand my point and tell me its not that big a deal #and that how they as poc still enjoy these shows because tehy dont care?#FINE! DONT CARE! I DO!#But to be spoken over and told to shutup because we are making a big deal out of somehting is just fucked up

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the-sinners-paradise · 3 years ago

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omg hii i loved ur last post hehe <33 can i req eden with a s/o who dotes on them a lot? like how rei dotes on ritsu ^^

also i hope u have a great day/night :D !

» aa tysm!! im glad to hear it! plz enjoy what i've made u here & i do hope it is to ur liking! ☆

prompt: EDEN w/ an s/o who dotes on them a lot

character(s): nagisa ran, ibara saegusa, hiyori tomoe, jun sazanami

pairing(s): EDEN x reader (established)

warnings: N/A, fluff

☆ — NAGiSA RAN !!

nagisa has absolutely no objections to your doting. in fact, he often smiled when you would compliment him or show him a lot of love.

he very rarely returned your compliments or anything of what you said, opting out for a noticeably happy expression. it meant a lot to him, but he had very few words to actually express it.

on the contrary, when it came down to physically affection, he was quite quick to return the favor, although you could tell he was slightly taken aback everytime.

nagisa doesn't get a lot of affection, so he often made efforts to show you how much he appreciated it. usually, you would end up with a shiny rock or gemstone that he claimed "reminded him of you."

he would always deny the gifts you gave him at first, purely out of politeness, but after a little bit of reassurance, he's more than happy to take whatever you're gifting him.

nagisa finds your words cheesy, yet awfully cute, and would sometimes write them down if he remembered to.

☆ — iBARA SAEGUSA !!

ibara was the type to pretend like you weren't purposefully being nice to him and that was just how you were with everyone. whether that was true or not he did not care.

while he does return your affection, he also doesn't actively seek it out, though he's quite loud and excitable on the surface. still, ibara would always, without missing a single time, return whatever act of love you show.

he sometimes buys you gifts, other times he opts for making them himself, despite the very packed schedule he already has almost constantly. you told him he didn't have to, but he insisted it was better than spending money.

sometimes the two of you would go into full out debates (this is entirely ibara's fault) over who's logically the best between you. and, despite ibara's high ego, he did not like losing and would therefore argue against your point.

although he always refused it, you also made every attempt to care for his physical health as well, even forcing him to stop his work if he went too long without a break.

ibara would absolutely never admit to it, but your constant love and affection motivates him to work harder for you.

☆ — HiYORi TOMOE !!

doting on hiyori just resulted in a lot of back and forth arguing of who's the "cutest" "prettiest" "bestest" or whatever else you two came up with. he was a very affectionate person and he would definitely show it, especially when you start complimenting him first.

hiyori's favorite thing is hugging you so tight that you almost feel suffocated (in the good way, of course), purely in the hopes that you'd try to one up him with affection.

he was the one who started giving you gifts first, but somehow he was also the one who ended up with the most gifts. you could see his eyes light up everytime he liked something, which is why you would often spoil him.

due to his energetic nature, hiyori very rarely notices when he's sick or strained and therefore forgets to take care of himself. that's where you step in, constantly making sure he's okay and even taking care of him when he was sick.

hiyori didn't say it a lot, but his expression made it very clear that he was incredibly happy every time you did anything for him.

love language: you. (/hj)

☆ — JUN SAZANAMi !!

jun would never get used to it. he's told you so, multiple times actually, but has never said he minded it.

every kiss and hug was reciprocated and he would often go to you himself, just being content with whatever it was. he knew how sweet you were and he wasn't expecting much else.

taking care of him wasn't exactly easy, because jun was quite wild despite everything. he was used to physical strain and had little care for it, since he could take care of himself. still, you giving him massages was never something he would say “no” to.

jun didn't care about whether he was pampered or not, but he never knew how to respond to anything that wasn't physical affection.

complimenting him would result in him thinking for two seconds, before always responding with the same compliment you gave him

giving him gifts would make him so taken aback, that he even has a debate with himself (yes, verbally) on whether he should even accept it or not, knowing he could barely repay you for it. the only reason he even accepts any gift at all is because you assure him endlessly that, “yes, it's okay, it was for him so there was no need to pay you back.”

#sin thinks that...#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars x you #enstars x reader #enstars x y/n #nagisa ran #nagisa ran x reader #ibara saegusa #ibara saegusa x reader #hiyori tomoe #hiyori tomoe x reader #jun sazanami #jun sazanami x reader #enstars headcanons

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toujokaname · 2 years ago

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A Handsome Man In The Midst Of Good Luck / Episode 9

Author: Chitose Umeda

Characters: Rinne, Kohaku, Niki, HiMERU, Rei

"Take for example, family and friends... Those ordinary moments spent with such people are what can be called happiness."

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Season: Winter

Location: Seisoukan Common Room

That night

Rinne: Oi, oi. The New Year's event's already passed, so what's up with this dining table?

Is today a celebration of somethin'? Sukiyaki with premium beef, isn't it too luxurious?

Kohaku: Eh? It's sukiyaki 'cause Rinne-han won at gamblin', ain't it? I thought it was the same pattern as usual...

Niki: Hmhm ♪ HiMERU-kun and I bought this meat ♪

(Whisper) Well, HiMERU-kun paid for the full amount at the butcher's. I paid half after I got back home...

HiMERU: (Whisper) As long as you returned the amount of money used for your regular shopping, HiMERU would've been fine with paying for the beef at his expense.

Niki: (Whisper) That's not how it works! I can't make you pay the full amount, since it was me who wanted to eat it!

Kohaku: What're ya whisperin' about, the two of ya.

Rather, what's the real reason for the sukiyaki? Did somethin' good happen?

HiMERU: ―You could say that.

At the lottery in the shopping district, HiMERU was hoping to win the first prize, some premium beef, just as Shiina had wanted...

But as you can see, the prize obtained was the fourth prize, an electric kettle. Though it's true that it is a good one.

Rinne: That ain't an answer. The question is, why did you go out of your way to buy premium sukiyaki beef with your own money?

Niki: Hey, I paid for it too!

Rinne: Shuddup. Who'd question your decision to pay for food at this point?

I can imagine Niki's disappointment at not winning the premium beef. But how's that a reason for you to cut your own expenses, Merumeru?

HiMERU: How rude...

Is it so unnatural for HiMERU to want to fulfill Shiina's wish of "a sukiyaki party with everyone in Crazy:B"?

Rinne: It is unnatural. Merumeru ain't that kind of character.

HiMERU: ―Well then. Let's just say that there are days in which HiMERU also wants to eat sukiyaki with everyone.

Rinne: Never heard of such a day.

Kohaku: ...Huuh, this's amazin'. It boils the water to the temperature I set.

HiMERU: Let's see...

Hm, this is indeed the latest model. It has the capability of retaining warmth, and the temperature is shown on the display of the machine.

Rinne: ...Tch, he's just dodgin' the question.

Kohaku: I'll make y'all some tea right away. Let's all have a drink while the food's cookin'.

...~♪

Niki: Nahaha. Kohaku-chan, the newest electric kettle's got you real happy~

Kohaku: I'm just amazed at how even tools for boilin' water can evolve like this. Here, Niki-han's tea.

Niki: Thanks. I'm almost done, so I'll drink the tea Kohaku-chan gave me and finish up.

Kohaku: Right, I also have some for the two of ya.

HiMERU: Thank you very much, Oukawa.

Rinne: Thank ya, Kohaku-chan... Aah?

Look at this, Merumeru. In my tea, there's a tea stalk standin' upright![1] That's a sign of good luck, I must be a lucky guy...☆

Kohaku: I'd say "Good for ya", but haven't ya heard that if ya point out an upright tea stalk to another person, that good luck will be transferred to them?

Rinne: Haah~? Then everyone has to forget what I just said!

Niki: (Whisper) ...HiMERU-kun.

HiMERU: (Whisper) What is it?

Niki: (Whisper) How's your tea? A lot's happened today, hasn't it?

HiMERU: (Whisper) HiMERU's tea is... It's just an ordinary, delicious green tea brewed by Oukawa.

Niki: (Whisper) I see... Does that mean that your good luck has completely settled down?

HiMERU: (Whisper) Yes. HiMERU hopes so.

Rinne: And now you two have the nerve to whisper to yourselves again. You really have that many secrets to hide?

HiMERU: No? Shiina was just inquiring about what would be a good finisher to the sukiyaki.

HiMERU: ...Ah, it smells really good. HiMERU likes these peaceful moments.

He can't wait to sit around the pot―

Location: Fortune-Telling Program Set

Several days later. Once again at the recording of the fortune-telling variety show.

Rei: "Very well then. It is time for another "Idol-san, may I tell your fortune?" this week ♪"

"The guest is, of course, the same idol as last time! Let us welcome HiMERU-kun ♪"

HiMERU: "Greetings, everyone. This is Crazy:B's HiMERU."

Rei: "Speaking of HiMERU-kun. It is still fresh in our memory that Inaba-kun, the White Rabbit, gave a shocking fortune-telling result last time..."

"Since then, what kind of luck have you had? Tell me and everyone else about it promptly ♪"

HiMERU: "That's right... After having his fortune told by Inaba-san, HiMERU's most fortunate event was..."

"...the four Crazy:B members having a delicious sukiyaki dinner."

Rei: "...Oh? As far as I am aware, you must have had much more remarkable episodes of good fortune, HiMERU-kun."

HiMERU: "Yes. Because of the various events that took place, HiMERU deliberately chose the reunion with the members of his unit."

"Take for example, family and friends... Those ordinary moments spent with such people are what can be called happiness."

"HiMERU is sure that everyone in the audience has had such thoughts or has spent time thinking about things of that nature."

Rei: (Hmm? Is he being sincere, or is he just speaking in broad terms to gain the audience's sympathy...?)

"...In any case, it seems that HiMERU-kun had a happy occasion ♪"

"Which methods of fortune-telling should HiMERU-kun try next, and can we see how it goes?"

HiMERU: "...You must be joking. The next guest should be an idol other than HiMERU, Sakuma-senpai."

"HiMERU has already had more than enough of this valuable experience."

Rei: "Kukuku. I jest, I jest ♪"

"...Incidentally, in this program, idols are expected to express their feelings after having their fortune told."

"Can HiMERU-kun, who has been through a lot, speak some words?"

HiMERU: "...Then, HiMERU would like to say this to all of you."

"No matter how fortunate an event is, everyone has their own way of feeling lucky... HiMERU thinks this time was an opportunity for him to realize this in a deeper manner."

"Good luck, and sometimes bad luck, may come your way. HiMERU thinks that it is up to you how you perceive those events."

HiMERU: "―That's why, everyone. Please cherish the time you can spend peacefully for yourselves, and enjoy your days."

This is known as 茶柱 (chabashira), a japanese good omen. This is what it looks like.

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#chitose umeda #scout story #lucky scramble #rinne #kohaku #niki #himeru #rei

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bnhaobservation · 14 days ago

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@kannibalenspielzeug said:

I feel like Natsuo's decision is something he was toying with for a long time, but seeing Touya and who he became finally gave him the closure he needed to let him go. Natsuo already mourned him for ten years, even after his disappearance he was the member of his family he was most attached to if not the one he loved the most, and he's proven to be a codependent person, so rushing to formalize their relationship doesn't necessarily have to be related to Endeavor. We also have to consider his girlfriend's position, Natsuo's decision is something he should have discussed with her, we could even talk about Natsuo's relationship with his in-laws compared to his parents, young marriages are not uncommon in Japan and we don't know the nature of their relationship, its dynamics nor its intensity.

I think everyone can come up with whatever explanation they prefer to explain character decisions, but the problem remains, Natsuo's decision to leave home and marry his girlfriend so early on wasn't foreshadowed.

Natsuo was an university student, who has just started university, without a work and who, during university, met and fell in love with a girl who was also studying there.

The manga hardly told us something about their relation, it's mostly in notes and in "School Briefs" and even in it there's little.

Nowhere in the little we have, Natsuo expresses the wish to find a job and hurry to leave his house and when his father proposes he'll move with his sister and mother in another house he'll build just for them he doesn't say 'that's pointless, I want to get a job while continuing to go to university and move out of home.' and Enji saying he'll give them a new house happened in January, Natsuo claims he wants to leave and marry in May, with the girlfriend he knows by a year at the very best (I'm assuming they started dating right after they met).

I wouldn't say Natsuo was codependent to Touya, codependent is a big word it means he's characterized by excessive emotional or psychological reliance on a person, if anything it was Touya who went to cry to Natsuo, not Natsuo who clung to Touya. They were close and always playing together but it's normal, they were siblings and both boys and Natsuo is rightfully mourning him but when he says why he resent Enji, he always mentions that the cause why he hates Enji are THE NEGLECT, Rei's abuse, Shouto's abuse, Touya's death. I'm bolding the neglect because I compared the conversations he had about how Enji wronged them and the neglect in one form or another comes up more often than the other 3.

This is how School Briefs describes his childhood:

Moving quietly so as not to wake Shōto, Natsuo crept over and peered at his brother’s face. He looked surprisingly young, despite the burn scar that sat heavily on his face like a shadow. Having been abused by Endeavor-who’s been fixated on his own ambition, Todoroki Rei had snapped one day and thrown scalding water in Shōto’s face. Natsuo would never forget the pair of tear-filled screams he’d heard that day. How painful it must have been, he thought. Natsuo caught himself extending a finger toward the scar but quickly curled it away when he realized what he was doing. Shōto’s scar probably wouldn’t exist if only the boy hadn’t inherited aspects of both his parents’ Quirks. Maybe Shōto could have enjoyed a normal childhood, full of carefree days playing with his siblings. And yet I couldn’t do a thing… Natsuo had been in elementary school when it had happened. Their father, Endeavor, had ignored his family well-being in pursuit of his ambitions-ambitions he’d projected onto young Shōto. Even now, Natsuo would beat himself up over how he used to be before the abuse really began, recalling the period in his life that had made him feel pathetic and ashamed. Before Shōto was born, Natsuo had sought his father’s love and care, and when Endeavor was around, he would turn into an excited ball of energy, eager for attention. But that love never came. It was only thanks to his warm and caring mother that Natsuo had survived those early years and learned to cope with rejection from his other parent. But after Shōto was born, even their mother grew distant, though not out of indifference. Natsuo could sense how much energy she had to devote to protecting her youngest, her baby, from her husband’s so called training-which most would label abuse- but at that age, Natsuo couldn’t help but feel that his mother had been stolen from him. After witnessing his mother and brother crying and screaming on that horrible day, Natsuo had been overcome with crushing shame. [My Hero Academia: School Briefs V - Part 3 Awkward Year’s-End Soba]

There is no mention about Natsuo depending on Touya, but there's a clear remarking on how he feels neglected, first by his father, then by his mother and that his mother's neglect is due to Enji.

It's hard to discuss about Natsuo's girlfriend and her parents because they're basically less than mob characters. There's the general speculation the girlfriend is the girl we see on the cover of chap 259 but we never hear her talking or acting or doing anything to show her character.

We know even less about her parents and we've no idea if they are going to support such marriage.

Natsuo says he wants to move on my girlfriend’s family registry which means he wants to marry her.

The family registry or Koseki is a registry that all Japanese households (which are defined as married couples and their unmarried children) have in which there are their vital records (births, adoptions, deaths, marriages and divorces).

This means unless Natsuo is planning to get adopted by his girlfriend's parents, he's not going to get himself in THEIR family registry. He and his girlfriend are going to start another Koseki, but instead than HIM being the first person listed in the Koseki, it will be his girlfriend. This means she'll be the head of the Koseki and whoever is listed in HER Koseki will take her surname.

As in Japan you can have only 1 surname, Natsuo in this way will stop being Todoroki Natsuo and will become "his girlfriend's surname" Natsuo.

All we can say for sure is that generally people don't want to get married to someone who's related to a criminal, and parents don't want their daughter to marry someone who's related to a criminal. The fact that she's still willing to marry him speak favorably to her, the fact he wants the Koseki to be hers though, also speak of the fact Natsuo and possibly his girlfriend too, don't want them to be related anymore to the Todoroki so as not to face social ostracism or worse.

The fact that she still want to marry him is no insurance her parents agree. Still, Natsuo will do better to rush to try to get a job if he really want to leave the Todoroki family, and since he's related to a criminal it'll be pretty hard.

Fuyumi had to leave her work and was lucky she found someone who was willing to support her anyway and help her get a new work.

Of course, since the story wants us to think that now the world is filled with supportive people, I have faith Natsuo will find a new job but normally this wouldn't be easy at all.

Long story short, so it could be that Natsuo deep down wanted to leave the Todoroki family and marry his girlfriend from the moment he met her for all we know, but the problem is the story NEVER bothered to hint this until, at the end, it told us Natsuo would do this.

So it seems a decision taken abruptly, with good reason, mind you, because escaping hell is a wise decision, but it's not really what I was interested to see. but well, that's just me.

Thank you for having shared your ideas with me!

Natsuo anon - fair enough I can see your points, honestly I always saw Shouto as the open ending while Natsuo was the clear cut “won’t forgive/no-contact” route. Though I do agree that it did also seem like he did let go of a bit of his resentment/anger. Nonetheless, with your second point I don’t know it still felt for me that Natsuo left on his own choice because of Enji, given he couldn’t forgive and wanted nothing to do with him but yeah at the same time he is rushing into marriage…I guess I can see your point especially with some of the dialogue but I don’t know I still feel it was his own choice. Honestly, in connection to your first point - I feel like it could have been an easy fix, if Horikoshi wanted to portray Natsuo as cutting contact with his father all it really would have taken is implicating it into his dialogue - like instead of him saying he’s cutting contact with his father then and there, he could have had him implying that once Touya has closure he’s done or something. Because honestly it was a bit weird how he handled Touya and Natsuo in the end after previous chapters and them supposedly being close, and I guess we could interpret it as him cutting contact with both Enji and Touya but still weird like why not just have him not be there at all? I guess he wanted to cover all ends in one shot!

Honestly, I think it has its pros and cons, but I’m glad it’s in there because I honestly wanted a variation of outcomes for Enji’s atonement, I know it comes down to interpretation at the end of the day but I didn’t want him gaining forgiveness from all of them by the end!(please don’t take this as hate for Enji, I don’t hate him at all anymore)

Thank you for continuing to share your thoughts with me! (for everyone else the previous post is this one)

Enji's redemption is an overall difficult topic because it works better in Japanese culture as there's so much that's tied to Japanese culture in the Todoroki family that it's complicate to talk about it.

I don't think you hates Enji for wanting different outcomes for the kids, different outcomes generally make a story interesting because they respect the fact that everyone is a different character/person.

Now, in regard to Shouto, while we don't see Shouto verbally expressing on this, I would say Shouto has reconciled with Enji.

I'm going to summarize the story a lot but Shouto's condition was that he wanted to see him acting like a father.

Shouto remarks it later on...

...and we're told by Midoriya that Shouto is getting ready to forgive Enji.

I've a post showing how Enji managed to act like a father (from a Japanese perspective).

But there's more, I've digged a bit in a past post on why Shouto is defined as the Todoroki family's Hero and, while I didn't exactly discussed of this also in that post, part of it is also that he is supposed to forgive Enji in fact we see in that same chapter he offers Enji his hand (with all the mega-giant symbolism such thing has in BNHA).

Shouto is making a step toward Enji, toward reconciliation. Enji is, after all, showing genuine sorrow for what happened with Touya. This is also something a father would feel.

And in the chapter in which Natsuo says he'll cut contact with his family, Shouto instead reassures them he'll be all right, and he says so FIRST TO HIS FATHER and then to his mother, a sign he believes they both care and he wants to reassure them both (yes, I've also a post in which I've addressed I don't think Shouto is cutting bridges with his family but I can't track it down right now, sorry).

Plus, Shouto goes to pray to his brother's butsudan. That one HAS TO BE in Enji's home as Enji is Touya's father and so it's his duty to take care of it. When he'll die, since Natsuo isn't a Todoroki anymore, the Butsudan will go to Shouto as he's the oldest Todoroki male.

Also, where would be Enji's redemption arc if Shouto were to not forgive him? Shouto is the most important character in the Todoroki family, with how invested Horikoshi was in this arc, it was kinda a given he were to forgive his father. Touya crying as Enji apologizes and returning to call him father, the fact he's touched by Enji's words when he goes to visit him, Natsuo implying he might do it are all bonus that strengthen it.

Shouto's forgivin Enji doesn't have exactly fireworks or is expressed in a very obvious statement but I would say it's implied clearly enough... though of course people are free to disagree.

As for Natsuo... well, yes, he chose to leave, it's not like they kicked him out of the family or he was dragged again against his will but Natsuo's choice was also forced by circumstances. Before he didn't express the wish to leave his house and marry, he didn't do it when he was living under Enji's roof, contenting himself with just sleeping often at his campus, and he didn't do it when Enji gave him and Fuyumi a new apartment. We're talking about January here and the cover of chap 259, which is the one that shows the start of the Paranormal Liberation War arc, shows him living in the house Enji gave them in March. Now we're in May and Natsuo has this hurge to get married and leave the Todoroki family registry and has to do it while his brother is dying. This sort of behaviour, especially the changing surname, is one that's generally adopted by criminals' relatives to escape to the hell Natsuo talks about that would await their family.

Long story short, maybe Natsuo would have left anyway and would have married anyway but, if things had gone differently, he would have done it at a later date. Instead now he's rushing and that whole part of the story is all devoted to how the family is copying with the situation of now having to live in hell, not with how the family is copying with Enji's redemption.

So Natsuo's choice feels like the answer to that... when, if the family had to break, I would have honestly preferred it was the answer to his relation with his father, without that additional, distracting baggage.

And yes, as you said, I think it would have worked much better if Natsuo has said once Touya was dead he would leave the family and never see Enji again.

Touya and Natsuo's relation, which originally seemed so meaningful is basically chopped away. I get in that same chapter Horikoshi had to present us with the blossoming Shouto/Touya relation but he manages to give space to Fuyumi and could have let Natsuo say something. Instead Natsuo is just background.

If Natsuo is not going to come back it's not like Touya won't notice about it. At that point if the plan was never to reconnect with Touya, Natsuo shouldn't have gone there. But whatever. This is the ending we got and, unless in the new fanbook Horikoshi will clear up things, I doubt we'll get more info on the siblings' relations, chap 426 is, after all, the last we see them, Shouto doesn't even talk of them in the final chapter. For someone like me who was very invested in the Todoorki family that's sad.

Still thank you for your ask!

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ariainstars · 3 years ago

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Kylo Ren is The Bad Guy Because He Wants Power. Really?

Since I have read this interpretation more often than I can count, I would like to write a few things about the plain and simple assumption, made by many fans, that Kylo Ren / Ben Solo wants power and will do anything to get it.

I will not start again in detail with

- how Snoke influenced his mind since before he was born - how his own parents were afraid of his power - how he had to run from the Jedi Temple because his fellow students thought he had killed Luke, and joined Snoke and the Knights of Ren having nowhere else to go - how he knew that Luke had not told anyone about what had happened between the two of them that fatal night at the temple (his own parents believed he had tried to kill his uncle) - that he had not killed Han out of his own accord but Snoke had instigated him to do it; and that once the deed was done, the way back to “the Light” was shut on him forever; perhaps the truth about Luke would have come out, but no one would be willing to forgive a patricide and let him live a normal life again.

People like to say that he was offered chances to come back to the Light and refused; but when Vader had redeemed himself, he knew it would cost him his life. He had already lost everything he ever was and had and had survived for over twenty years in atrocious mental and physical pain; he didn't have much to lose. Ben was still young and healthy and it may not seem surprising that he would have wanted to return home and actually live.

Ben / Kylo was set up to insurrect against his family by Snoke / Palpatine who wanted to use him for his power. Of course he had to use other methods with him than he had used on Anakin: their life situation was totally different. Yet in both cases, they were good kids who grew up loved and later went to someone who had influenced them mentally since childhood in an hour of despair, when they felt let down and were fearing for life (Anakin for his wife’s, Ben for his own.) Which is why I will not accept that Ben is an “entitled, whiny brat” with no reason to be angry. I and other viewers have written and talked about all of this at length and who wants more details can find them on my blog, too. So let’s get started.

“Show me again the power of the Dark Side, and I will finish what you started… grandfather.”

This scene early in The Force Awakens already makes it obvious that the man who now is known by the name of Kylo Ren does not know Anakin Skywalker’s story. He speaks about power and talks to the mask. In his mind he does not see the withered, broken, sad old man behind the mask. And simply put: no one who knows what Vader’s power cost him can want to be like him.

That so many viewers believe the adage “Kylo Ren wants power because he wants to be like Darth Vader” results from Rey’s words to Kylo on their first Force connection. “You are afraid that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader.” Kylo immediately recoils and it is clear from the expression on his face that Rey was spot on.

But though Rey is right, let us not forget that this is not only her but essentially his story: it’s the Skywalker saga and the heir of the Skywalker family by blood is he, not she. We will not understand a character if we only see them from another’s point of view instead of his own. Apart from the night he tells Rey about what happened at his uncle’s temple, way into the second instalment of the trilogy, Kylo does not speak about his thoughts, feelings and memories. In the first two films his story is almost entirely told from other people’s point of view. And he does not speak about himself at all in The Rise of Skywalker; after his redemption, he is perfectly mute.

So let us not go by what he does (not) say, but simply look at Kylo Ren / Ben Solo: the studios thankfully gave the role to a very expressive actor.

On occasion of his first meeting with Rey, Kylo takes off his helmet for the first time, and his expression is smug. He obviously is proud of what he is. He abducted her and literally keeps her with her hands tied. When she manages to escape, he explodes with rage. So, yes, undeniably power matters to him, not least because he believes he can impress the girl and keep her by his side - which fails spectacularly.

After this, Kylo commits the horrible act of patricide. Does it make him stronger? No, it’s another failure. Instead of feeling stronger he is deeply traumatized. Snoke had said to him that the deed would make him completely Dark, finally putting an end to his interior conflict. Yet the conflict is visibly deeper than ever.

In The Last Jedi he has a short moment of understanding with Rey. He looks tentatively hopeful.

When Rey comes to him on the Supremacy, he kills Snoke who was threatening her. Does he look smug now? No. He is confused, insecure. He obviously did not consider what would happen afterwards.

When Rey leaves him behind on Crait, he looks vulnerable, alone, sad.

We see him again in The Rise of Skywalkerand he does not look happy although he is now the most powerful man in the galaxy, and more powerful than Vader was. Instead of using his power he chases after Rey, offering her his hand once more.

On seeing the vision of his father, his mask is broken for good.

He runs off to save Rey from Palpatine, and he is more powerful than ever. In The Force Awakens he had claimed that the Skywalker saber belongs to him; now it finally does.

Only once in the entire trilogy do we see Ben happy: when Rey kisses him, making him understand that she does care for him.

Remember how Vader / Anakin looked in his dying moments, when he first looked directly at Luke? Like he had found a peace of sorts, but certainly he was not happy.

This is not the expression of a man who is tired of being alive. He gave his life force to Rey so she could live because he had learned to care more about her than about himself. (Which also recalls his father’s refusal to fight for his life in Episode V when he was about to be frozen in carbonite: Han knew the risk to which this would expose Leia, and he wanted her to be safe.)

So, does Kylo Ren / Ben Solo want power? No. He may have believed that he wanted it or been told that he needed it, but he did not want or need it. True Skywalker (and Solo) that he is, what he really wants is belonging, caring and being cared for.

Honestly: haven’t we all been there, at one time or another in our lives? Dreaming e.g. of becoming powerful, rich and / or famous believing that it would heal our wounded pride, maybe disappointments in our family, letdowns from our teachers and peers?

Does anyone really want that? We want to be happy. Ben’s father Han also found his happiness when he joined the Skywalker family.

Ben Solo did not know what he wanted almost until the end, and he only had it for a short moment. But he did find it. Which is a point which many misguided people who waste their lifetimes straining for this kind of power or another never reach.

Anakin Skywalker / Darth Vader always knew what he wanted. What turned him evil were not his desires, but his methods (e.g. wanting to save his mother was right, the massacre on the Tusken raiders after he realized he had come too late was not). His grandson is confused and angsty, irritatingly so for many viewers. As Star Wars fans, people expect a villain in the story, and Kylo is not really convincing because he is never fully there; he never turns completely dark the way Anakin / Vader did.

But his insecurity is exactly the point. The sequel trilogy is not the story of a hero’s journey from Rey’s point of view: she does not overcome herself, and she does not get anything of what she wanted when she started. No family, no ocean for her, only two Force ghosts, a house that is foreign to her, and an endless desert before her eyes.

The story of the conflicted Ben Solo is ultimately a success because although he had to go a long way to realize what he really wanted, in the end he did realize it. And although he only found his belonging for a short moment, it was the right thing to want, because it saved Rey, set her free, and gave him closure.

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kingexpl0sionmurder · 4 years ago

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk. Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

Please check out the Collab Masterlist: HERE Look 👀 at My Masterlist: HERE Buy me a Kofi if you’re scared of clowns too: HERE

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker: Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face.

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers.

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well.

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.”

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip.

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much.

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.”

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached.

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication.

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it?

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation.

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

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In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo.

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this.

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends.

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account.

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was.

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit.

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked. But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head.

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box.

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.”

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?”

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once.

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.”

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