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maxwell-grant · 1 year

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Street Fighter 6: Issue #2 thoughts

Not at all a fan of this new art style especially for the women characters but I must say, I never thought Street Fighter of all franchises would make their geriatric Russian terrorist wizard villain look cute and not as an ironic thing.

Seriously though he looks WAY different than he does in-game, but I’m not complaining. I actually really like how Johann is drawn here, one of the highlights of this issue for me. The way he’s drawn here actually succeeds in making him look like he’s not a villain. He looks way more like someone you could buy as a deceiver, someone who’d trick you into giving your savings away to help poor starving children.

They scale him down hardcore from his game design in a way that would suck if this was meant to be in-game, but here? It works great. He has this breath of expression that you just don’t see in the usual villains of the series, because he is putting a lot of effort into pretending not to be one and actually succeeding! He gets sad and worried over hearing about the opposition, he reacts with convincing shock over the broadcast, he looks scared and distressed over the news reporters closing in, he even displays enough moments of genuine concern over his assistant without anyone looking. I know none of this is that groundbreaking but we never actually see fighting game villains in storylines putting in effort when it comes to this stuff, even the ones we’re supposed to buy as great deceivers or upstanding public figures. The art style really does a lot for him here.

In fact, JP in-game doesn’t act like this, he quite clearly embraces his villainy more openly in it, which means this is pointing to a neat little arc of sorts where we’re seeing Johann on the backfoot working the long game in terms of attaining power, versus in-game where he’s clearly not afraid of openly skewering and poisoning his opponents with Psycho Power and then making a point out of not crushing their heads beneath his heel when he’s through because they are that insignificant to him, and I really want to see that mask-off transition as it plays out.

Okay so for those viewers at home trying to keep track of the score so far: After last issue where Ken was almost assassinated with a car bomb in the midst of a political riot, this issue kicks off with him being framed by a terrorist hacker group of anti-capitalists dressed like plague doctors (a BANGER of a fitting design choice the more I think about it) who wish to “expose the agents of chaos to the world”, who seem to be using A.I deepfakes to frame Ken and claim he was both working with the Nayshall establishment as well as funding terrorists to manipulate the cryptocurrency market, and that they have seized these funds to be “an iron hammer, swung down upon the head of all capitalist exploiters”.

And this is part of a master plot to increase viral searches for Nayshall and the tournament, thus driving the crypto value up as well as bets related to it, which we know has to with a N.G.O oligarch and policy advisor’s personal project to secure military power and political stability for his nation through, among other things, viral popularity and weaponization of content and successfully scamming a billionaire into thoughtlessly tanking his country’s economy so he may rebuild it better than before.

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I feel like I should clarify that Street Fighter and pretty much all fighting game have never really so much as acknowledged the word “capitalism” before, let alone made a plotline focused on it. And yeah the “anti-capitalist terrorist” is a loaded archetype to say the minimum in it’s own right, I’m certainly trying to keep expectations measured, but look, it is insane that this is happening at all, this is the franchise putting on big boy pants in regards to a storyline in a way it never really has before.

Street Fighter’s been dark enough allright, even too much, and it individually brushed past or even handled mature storylines from time and time, but it’s never remotely been this topical or even tried to be, it’s never made a conscious effort to go hard on being political, that’s just not what fighting games tend to do. Maybe they’ll botch it, maybe it’ll just be window dressing, but I’ve not been dissappointed so far and I think it’s very commendable that they’re actually giving it an effort here.

(Also calling it right now that Amnesia’s leader is JP’s assistant)

How long was this before the game? In this, Chun-Li’s still with Interpol and got promoted apparently, but in-game she’s clarified as an ex-agent. So how much time passed?

Chun-Li’s fairly boring in here visually and character-wise, I’m not happy to see her as a cop ever. I like them putting her in work clothes and putting the characters in different outfits in general, but I don’t like how generic she looks. I like her scene with Li-Fen though.

Completely forgot Li-Fen was put in SFV as a hacker prodigy because I forget most things about SFV on the regular, but I dig her being Chun’s “guy in the chair”. Some people got confused by it but I dig that Li-Fen calls Chun her older sister, that’s kind of a role Chun-Li’s played before with other characters and I like that it makes their dynamic more casual than if it was a mom - daughter kind of thing, gives them more room to bicker a little and I think it gives Li-Fen a little more independence in their dynamic.

I do like that Chun-Li clarifies she isn’t fooled one bit by the video and that she’s keeping Ken in custody for his own safety, because Ken turned into a worldwide-hunted criminal overnight and it’s the safest place for him to be on. I also like that they’re clearly not close and barely even recall meeting each other and so they don’t really talk things through, I like it because it acknowledges that these characters don’t all know or even like each other just because they’re on the same sides. Small thing I know, but the more recent games really homogenized the cast dynamics so I like anything that corrects that.

Oh man now THIS is great, Ken is so fucked. I need to talk about this guy.

This is deepfake A.I Ken, and if anything he looks way too convincing to be an A.I thing (but then again Street Fighter has enough sci-fi tech, I mean Seth was a thing years before this and so were the Illuminati shape-shifters), but putting all that aside, damn, this was kind of a revelation to me. I finally figured out why I just never liked Violent Ken as a concept and this is why: because he quite clearly should have always been THIS guy.

Violent Ken was designed as a counterpart to Evil Ryu, a Ryu who’s overtaken by the Satsui no Hadou and fully given in to his worst self, but because Ken doesn’t have the Dark Hadou, instead he’s based on the SF II film concept of Ken having been fully brainwashed by Bison’s Psycho Power. He’s not that terrible a concept or design, I think the SVC Chaos artwork is pretty cool, but he was never really worth much, not that much more interesting than if they did like, Evil Dan or Sakura (...well I guess they did do both at some point).

See, Evil Ryu as a character is not the best idea in the series by a long shot, but he works mainly because he’s Ryu designed around Akuma, which is not just cool but also works meaningfully, since Akuma was already designed to be Ryu’s darker opposite and ultimate enemy. Besides the fact that “hero becomes like their own worst enemy” is a time-tested cool idea with a lot of storytelling power and Akuma being an incredible all-timer design that is very clearly worth ripping off, Evil Ryu takes the shared traits they have, powerful martial artists who wander the world in pursuit of strong opponents to challenge them and to prove themselves the greatest among warriors, and twists Ryu into the fascimile of Akuma that he always dreaded becoming and was always in danger of becoming with or without supernatural bloodlust, changing very little about his motivation.

I’d argue Evil Ryu only really reached his potential as a character when brought back for IV, when they made him look like a monstrous and savage endgame for Ryu instead of just Ryu with a tan, and showed more thoroughly what would happen if Ryu was consumed by the Satsui. His already tattered gi is shredded beyond repair, he burns with overflowing uncontrolled power, and he is more animalistic and brutal than even Akuma because he has no control whatsoever over this power. Like Ryu, he lives for battle, he wanders the world with nothing on his back to seek out and fight the strongest warriors, but he has fully devolved into a fighting beast who fights and maims and kills wantonly, who finds no answer in the heart of battle because the heart isn’t there anymore and there’s only a volcanic gaping necrotic mark of shame and tragedy where it should have been.

Twisting Ryu to make him more like Akuma works because Akuma is Ryu’s nemesis, and because they have enough in common to have a middleground, something that Ryu cannot concede ground on (because the one time he did, he nearly killed the world’s strongest fighter with a cheap shot attack, over a fight he clearly lost). But twisting the other shotos to be more like Akuma always felt more tacked on than anything, because they just don’t have the same dynamic and motivation that Ryu has, and that’s kinda the major problem I have with Violent Ken: he’s an evil version of Ken who actually has nothing to do with Ken’s character, he’s just an imitation of Evil Ryu in Ken cosplay, and he doesn’t even get to fall in the dark side of his own accord since it’s Bison’s doing.

And so this is why I think this, this thing that shows up for like a couple of pages? This is what Evil/Violent Ken should have always looked like. A Ken who becomes the worst version of himself, who maintains his basic character and motivations but is wholly and completely stripped of humanity, isn’t going to be a fighting hobo in torn clothing and an obsession with pursuing strength, because that’s not what Ken is.

Ken is the upper class rival who has everything his rival does not, the champ who flaunts his strength and privilege and fights with flash and style, the “arrogant steward of globalized capitalism” as he’s called in the comic. Evil Ken isn’t going to be a battle berserker caked in blood and dirt, he’s going to be Dio Brando squeezed into an immaculate yuppie shitbag suit. He’s going to be the picture-perfect image of selfishness

I frankly really hope this design shows up again even past whatever else they have planned for this cover-up. I love this split-second idea of Evil Ken too much to never see it again. I really want Terrorist A.I Ken to be a thing they bring back.

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oneprompt · 2 years

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Hello!

I don't know if you write for kabuki man Kanjuro. But if you do may I request #5 from fluff promt for him?

Thank you!

authors note : kanjuro is such a fun character .. so , i was so excited to write for him ! please enjoy <3

Kanjuro x Gn! Reader : “ I find you terrifying. “

note : reader is also a villain / traitor.

You fastened the ribbon of your kimono along your waist, letting the tight knot blissfully crush your waist. The fabric was donned with images of the kaizo-ji, pastels colouring the entire ensemble. You couldn’t help but stare at yourself in the mirror, inspecting every inch of yourself. You couldn’t help but doubt yourself and your abilities. Each and every one of the scabbards were so tall, so large. Especially in comparison to you. Even with your brawns and brain, you felt meek in the presence of the samurai’s. You’d bring endless shame to Orochi, to Kaido and even Kanjuro. Surely, you’d fail... Wouldn’t you?

“Y/n!” A large body entered your room, his hands sliding your door open. You craned your head towards the door, offering your fellow spy a slight smile.

“Kanjuro, hi.” You brought yourself up from your knees, flattening out the silky fabric that covered your figure. “Has the banquet begun?” You asked, only to earn a shake of head.

“No, we still have a few minutes. At least thats what Kiku said.” Kanjuro looked you up and down, admiring your lack of simplicity in your kimono. “You look nice.” He smirked a bit at you, “cute, even!” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him,

“Don’t call me such a powerless thing. I just figured i could at least dress nice for tonight.. I mean, it is our last night with Strawhat and the other samurai’s.” To be honest, you were more sentimental in comparison to your partner, as you often expressed your own form of fondness to the Kozuki clan. I mean, you felt it was right to treat people delicately before their deaths. It was a better send off, in your eyes.

“Powerless?” Kanjuro stood there, dumbfounded. He leant down towards you, letting a hand run through your hair. “Oh, Y/n. You are incredibly powerful.” You leant into Kanjuro’s touch, letting him twirl your hair around his finger. You loved these little moments with him. It was a fun little secret among all the cruel ones in your life. Stealing kisses from each other when no one was looking, hands rampant on one another when the room was scare of people...

You leant closer to him, eyes half lidded. “Oh, Kurozumi Kanjuro...” You felt his free hand hold your shoulder, drawing you closer to him. You failed to bite back your smile, giving him a dally glance. “Do you really think i’m powerful?” You spoke fondly, never breaking eye contact with the man.

“I, for one, find you terrifying.” Kanjuro leered as you placed your fingers under his chin, your siren eyes shut as your lips met his. His painted lips moved against yours, the texture of his lipstick smearing across yours. Like wild paint being flung at a blank canvas, it smeared and smudged, replicating the look of a Picasso art piece gone wrong. Yet, the kiss was beautiful in its own way. Just like your romance with Kanjuro.

Even if you two were murderous fiends, deceiving others for the sake of your own vendettas, you could still muster the will to love. Perhaps it was your mission that brought you two together, or your unnatural levels of apathy, or even your shared thirst for blood. Regardless, you two melted into one another.

You drew away from the kiss, taking in a few gasps of air. “I’ll put on a terrifying performance tonight, just for you...” You murmured under your breath before diving in once more, further smearing Kanjuro’s lipstick. Your lips were stained with the scarlet colour, throwing off your colour coordinated outfit. Oh, how bold that lipstick shade was against the light hues you wore.

A knock brushed against your sliding door. “Y/n, Kanjuro!” Kikunojo’s voice was muffled from outside of your room. “Are you two ready?” She asked, slowly sliding the door open.

You shoved Kanjuro off of you, in a fit of fear. No way could anyone catch you two like this...! It was a secret, your secret! Sure, maybe not your worst one but still...! Your ego relied on this secrecy.

“Y/n, Kanju- Oh.” She looked at the two of you, her eyes brimming with curiosity. Kanjuro was flat on the floor, groaning in pain. And you... your mouth was covered in a shade that matched Kanjuro’s lips. Kikunojo couldn’t help but giggle, immediately catching on to what was going on. I mean, only a moron wouldn’t piece all this evidence together. You two were totally a thing, and Kiku knew that.

“My, i had no clue things were that way.” She laughed softly, hiding her grin behind her hand. The moment you opened your mouth to retaliate to her comment, she completely cut you off, quickly blabbing to cover up any arguments you had. “Y/n, clean up your face and meet us in the dining room, deary. Come on, Kanjuro!”

You watched your boyfriend leave with Kikunojo, leaving you behind. You stood by yourself, once again staring at yourself in the mirror.

Maybe you wouldn’t feel bad about hurting those scabbards anymore, after such humiliation.

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quirklessidiot · 3 years

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title : minazuki [3: an agreement between two devils] pairing : gojo satoru x f!y/n Genre: angst, arranged-marriage au, mystery/thriller, romance, mature, enemies-to-lovers-ish, and very slow burn (canon compliant-ish for ch-0 to the anime)

Summary:In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival.

Warnings: mild dark themes, mentions of parricide, mild gore, anxiety, paranoia, very brief mention of child abuse, sleeping problems Notes: fluffy ass chapter dont let the title deceive you HAHAH i cant believe i finally get to write a cute scene between them. and i changed my update scheds to random twice a week updates since welp AHAHHA this isnt beta read as always (we all die like men here)

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Chapter summary: It’s a charade of trust and a dance between two devils, just where was this going to lead?

When you were a child, you wondered what lied beyond the eyes of people and the ardor that they held. In a way, it had been a sort of game for you to try to wade through them. Your grandmother had mentioned once that if you couldn’t peruse the room well or read through people’s emotions, you would end up not only embarrassing yourself but putting yourself in a precarious position.

It’s the same way with relationships.

If you didn’t know your place or read onto it properly, you might end up severing not only the connection but losing the person itself and in this world, connections and relationships were pieces that you needed to use to stay in the game. Life hadn’t been kind to you but it didn’t mean that you needed to stop playing, it only meant that you had to keep building and building and shoving yourself back in it until it was sick of you because the essential need of surviving was constant.

Gojo Satoru had been nothing but a paradox as the months passed in your marriage, always acting on impulse and whatever he deemed fit. The relationship you had with him was never on the bright side. There was a constant push and pull between you two and you had to admit that your husband wasn’t the type of man you could get along with easily yet you don’t deny how indispensable he is to your plan.

He could bear forth poison in the guise of a gift, for at the end of the day, like you, he’s human. He could parade like some sort of higher being who thinks he is better than everyone else but temptations and betrayal always come hand in hand. He could easily gamble his life but at the same time easily shield himself from your dagger. Humans are tricky. They’re mostly foul, disgusting, and revolting to the point where you’d want to recoil only in disgust. You sometimes wonder if god exists and if they’re merciful enough to take you away from all this or if they’re staying in hiding because of fear of their very own creations that don’t dance to the tune of their music.

Then again, would god ever grant mercy to a devious and villainous person like you?

The thought of it burns itself to the core of your subconscious. It sears itself in your way of life to the point that you can’t even trust the man who sleeps right across your room.

How you ended up agreeing with the said man you barely trusted was a mystery itself.

You don’t deny how much it favored you but you weren’t one to easily be swayed by such things, in fact, Gojo Satoru hadn’t really done anything to win over your trust except for repeatedly insinuating that you could go crazy and he’ll handle the consequences. He was an idiosyncratic man, indeed.

Either ways, despite him proclaiming such weaknesses and even letting you touch where you were supposed to cut him if he ever went back on your deal. You were still chary of him and you wondered how things were going to proceed at this point. Obviously there was supposed to be some underlying trust that should be involved in this matter, after all, it was a wager between both of your lives and knowing each other’s weakness.

A big part of you had felt like you needed to prepare something, anything. It’s not like you to sit around idly and let someone else do all the work. This was a new scenario on your part, one that you didn’t even consider in the first place. You could almost hear your grandmother castigating you for being too overconfident and careless. As she said, if you’re going to do something at the expense of your life, do it properly.

Your empty gaze stares at the dead trees and flowers outside of your window, the cold continuing to nip your skin despite being indoors and wearing a hanten as the winter season draws to a close.

“He told you where to kill him…” you look down at your hands as you recall the dreams that taunted you last night, “...Maybe you should…”

You might need to go grab some more of those lavender and vanilla essence, they’ve always helped lull you to a dreamless state. You weren’t crazy or desperate enough to kill your husband. He hadn’t done anything to warrant that violent response from you and you didn’t want to end up dead too since you had a feeling that Gojo Satoru wasn’t going to be merciful towards you if he ever found you with one of your sharp hair pins in hand, ready to commit parricide.

You slowly lift your hand, grabbing one of the red spider lilies in the vase and crushing it in your hand, the petals slowly falling out and the juice leaking from it. A brief reminder of how fragile everything is right now, a life for a life.

Huh, you thought, deep in contemplation as you stare at the crumpled flowers on your hand, Trusting someone else with something as fragile as that.

Satoru’s gaze lurks through the dark, the head of the curse on his bloody hand is heavy and sticky as he walks through the uncharted field. The only sounds were the crickets, the crunching of the leaves below his feet, and the never ending whistling of the night wind.

He tosses the head side with no care, another mission was done again today and quite easily so. There was a significant amount of cursed spirits spiking out because of the sudden reemergence of the fingers of Ryomen Sukuna, it seemed like they had to work fast for this, “Ah,” he mumbles, shaking his hand off to try to get rid of the blood, “I don’t think I packed a hankie for this.”

He looks down at his shirt, blood stained from the action that he had done earlier. Well, the maids would definitely have a hard time on this again. In a flash of an eye, he’s right in front of his home. It’s the dead of the night as he welcomes himself in the tranquility of his estate.

The events that had transpired these past few days were something else, from the agreement with the wager of both of your lives in tow well, technically, you and your problem with the bridal market and his life to him visiting the elder who had the guts to come into his home and do something as abhorrent as that.

The shaman recalls the defeated look of the elder as he kneels down, continuously begging Satoru to not be kicked out of the Gojo clan and be stripped of his title, explaining that you were just a commodity that needed to know her place and her job which was to bring an heir in. It only furthered his aggravation towards the system and the old man. An underlying threat of a death sentence followed soon after if he ever tried to show himself again in front of the both of you. This action that he had done did not go unnoticed because soon after, the remaining elders of the Clan found their feet tied and mouth clamped shut, in fear that they might meet the same end. It seemed like you were safe, for now.

Satoru’s footsteps are light on the floor, careful to not wake anyone up at this unholy hour. His bloody hands and clothes reek from the messy fight he had earlier, he should’ve been told that the curse would be a messy one. At the very least, he would’ve brought an extra shirt or something.

He takes off his eye bandages as he makes his way to the kitchen, the blood that wasn’t his, staining it. This sudden action elicits a headache when his blue eyes are bare to the view, especially since he feels another presence behind the sliding door. A very familiar and faint one. He could only guess it was you. Like the little mouse that you are, your curse energy was too obscure for his six eyes to see, even harder with his bandages on. He wonders if you were that weak. The thought of that makes his jaw set; the empty eyes that seem to peerlessly lurk, the faint curse energy, he felt like something was amiss.

His grip on the sliding doors tightens, the blood is dried so it doesn’t stain as he slides it open.

Under the unobtrusive light, there you are, indulging yourself in a sweet daifuku and wearing your usual haori to cover the skin of your upper torso yet it's not enough to cover how your nightie rides up to reveal the small flesh of your upper thigh, the sudden action makes Satoru look away. Entirely he’s unsure of a lot of things with you. At the end of the day, he’s not celibate and to see you walking around in something that leaves little to his imagination seemed intrusive on his part.

It also sometimes baffles him that the only thing you knew of each other was your weaknesses. A part of him feels like this was the beginning of a Shakespearean tragedy or that one japanese stage drama called the tale of genji, both of which he fell asleep half-way through when they forced him to read it as a kid but he knows they both end in death.

He silently maneuvers his way to the sink to wash his bloody hands off while you remain there, eating your food, not even the slightest bit phased by his sanguinary appearance. The shaman runs his hands through his white hair after, trying to tame it down as he uses his other hand to grab a tupperware of sweets reserved for him.

The chewiness and sweetness of the red bean settling on his palette as he eyes you for a brief moment, “It’s rude to stare.” you exposed, your gaze suddenly directed at him. At some point after that brief conversation you and your husband had settled upon, you realized how useless it would be to keep up the pretense so you don’t bother using the usual cloying tone.

Satoru has also realized that despite whatever you both had agreed upon, it doesn’t exactly change the relationship between you two, in fact, he felt like it had only worsened. It was as if you both were dancing with knives painted on each other's back and if one of you had stopped, the other would be at the receiving end, “Just wondering why you’re out and about at this time of night.”

Which wasn’t exactly a lie, so far, you two had met usually on the silent of the night. You, with your sleeping problems and your workaholic husband who barely seems to be around his own home.

“Just hungry.” you lied.

Yet judging by the faint bags underneath your eyes and the way you said it in an overconfident tone, he knows otherwise, “Or you can’t sleep?” he reckoned. The shaman realizes that he might as well poke around a bit. He’s reminded of a certain someone with your appearance and he can’t seem to look away this time.

“I thought we went past the stage of asking each other too many questions.”

Your husband’s low chuckle resonates in the quietude of the kitchen, his gaze shifting from you to the dessert in hand as he relaxes and leans behind the counter. He starts to make out and try to piece out his thoughts about you awhile ago, looking even closer at your curse energy but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary which mildly bugs him even more, “You like lying too much over trivial things.” He specified in a smooth tone, “I just thought we were past that too.”

“Lying.” you thought out loud, gazing at him as you rested your head on top of your hand, carefully examining the curvature of his features and the way his lips pressed into a thin line, “Now that’s a strong word, Gojo Satoru. I believe the words you're looking for is protecting my own self-interest.”

“Ah,” he nods, feigning acknowledgment as his blue eyes zeroes into yours, cupping his mouth to hide his cynical chuckle as he lowered his head, “Self-interest... only you would justify lying as something like that…You...you’re really something else.”

You continue to ignore him and his words, parading unbothered as usual. The room is tense yet again, the silence is deafening enough that you can hear a pin drop. The shaman puts his food down, then crosses his arms, tapping his finger on top of his skin, “You know,” he paused, “We can keep lying to each other,” He walks closer just until he’s right across you, the shaman leans down, the distance between you is close enough that you can hear each other’s slow breathing and heartbeat, “But at the end of the day, we both know each other’s play so it’s not really of use.”

Maybe it was the way he said that or the underlying vexation you have developed for the man these past few months, one that has piled up to the point where you wouldn’t hesitate to put him right back to his place, “We don’t know each other.” You point out, you remain calm as you stood up from your stool, not even breaking eye contact, “You and I are strangers and that’s all we’ll both ever be. So don’t say things like that as if you know me too well.”

Satoru has to take a step back and for what seemed like a while, you let out a small sigh as if you were, once again, tired of the repetitive words already. You don’t even wait for his response anymore nor do you even bother to say goodbye, you just walk out of the room, leaving him alone.

The shaman might, at some point, realize that maybe he should’ve tried to apologize first before deciding upon that agreement, maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as it was now if he tried to reach out earlier. The notion that he may or may not have been the cause of the sudden worsening of this relationship between you two because of the sudden integration of the agreement bugs him.

He looks up at the ceiling for a moment, his thoughts lingering at your choice of words and whether or not he should even be involved again. You weren’t exactly wrong but a part of him felt like he shouldn’t be sitting back idly anymore with what was going on with you.

Maybe he should turn away, it’s not really his business, right?

Perhaps, in your part, you should’ve known better, after that brief conversation you had with your husband last night Hana had said that a doctor was outside your doorsteps, apparently to ‘check’ on you. The automatic response when you heard doctors was never a positive one and you were sure that your head was throbbing because not only were you getting less sleep but now you had to deal with this too. The lower part of your silk yukata was crumpled and mildly creased from your fists balling it too much during the whole journey down the door to greet them. Once your down, you’re ready to smooth out the creases and put on your rehearsed and pristine smile but instead of it being some strange old woman or an unfamiliar doctor, it’s Shoko Ieiri standing there, one hand on her hip while the other on her phone, “Hey Y/N.” She greets you casually, this time, she has a lollipop between her lips.

“Oh Sat-“ you’re mildly dumbfounded by the woman’s unannounced presence. The maid must’ve gotten it wrong and thought it was for you.

“I’m actually here for you.” She cuts you off, eyes twinkling with what seemed to be like levity, “Someone called me up last night, saying that you have trouble sleeping.” Only one person was with you and now you feel befuddled, didn’t you try to tell him off the night before? Why would he ask his friend a doctor who was on call, at that to come by to visit you?

The older woman eyes you for a moment, trying to descry what had been going on between the both of you and why the six-eyed shaman had decided to call her in the middle of the night with a small tip about how someone in his estate wasn’t getting the proper sleep she needed. She was clearly mad at first by the fuss but when she heard the mild exasperation in his tone, she knew she couldn’t turn away this one.

“He…” you paused, a line appearing between your brows, seemingly at a loss for words, “I’m alright…”

You didn’t exactly want to seem like it was bothering you but the brunette knows better, “Just so you know, he bought me a few packs and paid big money after so I can’t really turn this down.” She shrugged nonchalantly, “Plus a little check-up from a real doctor won’t hurt anyone, right?” You slowly trail behind her as she enters your home, mildly still disoriented by your husband's actions and what he was getting from all of this, why he continues to keep pushing his own agenda.

“Hey Y/N?” Ieiri snaps you out of your train of thought, you look up, blinking at her as she gives you a coy smile, your thoughts already in a disarray with your husband's unusual actions, “Try not to read into it a lot. Satoru has his moments but he means well.”

“Right.” You try to return the smile yet it doesn’t shake off the thoughts about him, about everything that has been going on between you two, and everything that’ll happen tomorrow or the day after that.

“We can keep lying to each other,” his words echoed in your head, like a brief reminder, “But at the end of the day, we both know each other’s play so it’s not really of use.”

When daybreak comes and spring shows itself in the form of pretty flowers, blooming Sakura trees, the smell of fresh dew in the mornings, and a continuous presence of Gojo Satoru that you seem to avoid after that incident and one that he didn’t heavily question either, the estate seems to finds itself at peace.

This doesn’t escape the servants' field of vision, they’re quick to catch signs of the sudden and overnight change between you and the Master of the house. It wasn’t obvious at first glance but they seem to notice how the usual heated and intense emotion you two would shed was now reduced to nothing. This starts a small hearsay between them, of how you were apparently pregnant or better yet, the master had fallen in love with you and you refused to be caught on to it.

One that you didn’t bother to correct but instead used to your advantage because if this would reach the spies ears at the very least, it would leave you alone for now and would lessen the plight around you.

You run your hands through your hair as you slowly sit up, rubbing your sore shoulders after, the only sound that could be heard was the soft blows of the wind outside and the chirping birds that usually greet you on this fine day. Shoko had advised you to continue using the lavender essence but she said that if worse came to worst, you had to start using prescribed pills.

You’ve slowly come to accept your fate, that this would be how your nights really went, maybe it was a small price of being too selfish or something along the lines of that.

“Y/N-san,” you hear Hana’s voice behind the door, interrupting your long train of thoughts, “Gojo-sama is reminding you of the council meeting you both have to go to later at ten am.”

Your feet are outstretched on the bed as you slowly lean against the bed frame, trying to collect yourself, “Thank you. Tell him we can leave by nine.” You promptly replied, maintaining a polite tone to conceal your over-fatigue and chaotic thoughts. Your line of vision slowly trails from the pretty red spider lilies to the neatly wrapped box on top of your dresser. A gift that you were supposed to give to your husband during his late birthday a year ago. You had almost forgotten about that since a lot had happened between you two.

The sudden thought of giving it to him sparks an internal debate, maybe you could use this to your advantage. Maybe get the maids talking more to ward off the spy. Carefully, you slide out of the comforts of your duvet, snatching the haori that was hung on your dresser to wrap yourself around it, “Hana…” you suddenly call out again, taking the box and turning it from one side to the other and giving it a brief once-over.

“Y/N-san?”

You open the door, the young raven-haired girl standing there with her usual kind features. You chewed on your bottom lip, momentarily reflecting on what to say next, “Tell Satoru-sama that this is for him.” you nonchalantly handed the box to the young girl. Hana eyes the box given to her for a brief moment then looks at you then at the box again.

“Oh, is it your anniversary already?”

“No,” your eyes glinting as you look down at the box once again. The abrupt memory of your little shopping trip with Geto Suguru before he died and his choice of clothes slowly wormed its way back to your head. The brief impression of the wanted man who wanted to kidnap you and the connection he had with your husband to the sad night you had found him during the twenty-fourth last year makes your gaze harden as another notion comes in. Omitting your earlier plan for the gift, “It’s not from me but a friend.” you remarked.

Hana’s eyes flickered to the box and towards you for a moment, quite dazed at the order you had given, “Ah,” she nods fervently, not wanting to disobey you, “I-I’ll be sure to say that, Y/N-san but um...” the young girl paused, very hesitant with her next few words, “But isn’t this actually from you?”

You raise your hand and give her a small dismissive wave, “It isn’t from me, so don’t bother.” you vaguely replied, closing the door right at her face soon after. The young girl looks down at the box again and gapes at it for a moment, confusion written all over her face as her brows are scrunched together. It seemed like the rumors between you and the master were true but only to some extent. She starts whistling and carefully holds onto it like precious cargo as she makes her way down to the dining area, wondering what she should say to the master of the house.

In times like this, you end up picking the prettiest kimono. Probably to show how well your husband is treating you and how you value him to high regard, you were, after all, precious commodity and only seen outside in public gatherings only a few times. After making sure you were well-dressed and you had your hair neatly away from your face with lavish hairpins, you find yourself walking to the doorway of your home. Your husband is standing there with his casual ensemble on something you're sure many would frown upon since they had always forced him to wear a formal kimono on this except this time, his tawdry bandages are now replaced by a hand-sewn black blindfold.

Geto Suguru was right, black did suit him.

After that minor event, Hana would occasionally glance your way but like the tractable and good girl that she is, she doesn’t further question what happened and why you had requested to have her deliver that gift under a false alias, she was even kind enough to keep her mouth zipped about it too.

Spring continuous on with Megumi visiting you on one of his off days from school and training. The boy is kind enough to help you since he’s fully aware of how much gardening you have to do because of the new season. He’s also conscious of the sudden gossip that’s been going around in the estate, he’s not exactly that insensible and out-of-touch, “Y/N-san?” he tried to address you, you hummed a response as you continue to snip some of the dead leaves in front of you.

It’s quite hot but it’s bearable and he sees how much you enjoy being under the cool shade with your plants. In the young boy’s eyes, he finds your hobby quite astonishing since you had much tolerance for things as delicate and fragile as this.

He has always thought that maybe that’s why you and his teacher didn’t seem to break it off with the marriage too quickly despite it being arranged and the fights being too heavy to the point where he has to unadroitly look away unlike other couples that he has heard of you were probably so patient with the said shaman unlike him.

The raven-haired boy is hesitant with his next few words, “Are you...” he paused, awkwardly looking down. You look up from the herb and tilt your head in reply at the boy’s sudden motion. He has to repeat it again with his head, making you scrunch your forehead in confusion.

“Megumi-kun...” you carefully place one of the trimmers down right next to you and clasp your hands together, “I am not a mind-reader. I’d like it if you’d use your words and not go...” you gesture your eyebrows up and down in attempt to copy the child.

He immediately bursts into redness at the way you copied his actions, the boy wasn’t sure with how to approach the topic itself. After all, when he had set foot in the estate this morning, he head heard from the maid at the front who was feather dusting and gossiping to the one next to her, of how nice it would be if their soon-to-be-born young master would be as helpful as him.

It could only really mean one thing.

Like he said, he’s not exactly that witless or so people call him.

“Are you um...” His voice drops low to a whisper, like a child telling a secret that shouldn’t be known to many, “Pregnant?”

Silence enveloped you two for a moment, the only sound was the nearby sprinklers and the birds chirping all around you two. Your mouth twists into a small smile at the boy’s words and riotous behavior, “I didn’t think you’d be one to listen to gossip.” you humor him, whispering back in the same fervor.

He immediately turns even redder, fidgeting on the spot, “I-sorry, Y/N-san-”

Your mouth falls open to a small chuckle at the boy’s sudden uneasiness, at times, hanging out with Megumi reminded you of people you wished you had more time to be with. It was probably why you delighted his company whenever he accompanied you on random days, “It’s fine,” you remarked, a fond look gracing your features, “Don’t need to look so blue, Megumi-kun. I was simply teasing.”

“Sorry. I just heard from them...” he mumbles, starting to add more fertilizer to the soil in attempt to busy himself and cover up the embarrassment of even suddenly asking such a thing. You continue to look directly at him, seemingly still engrossed by his reaction and how easy he is to tease.

Your gaze shifts back down to the dainty pansies that started growing healthily during the winter, your eyes twinkling as you looked at how aesthetic and pleasing they look to the eyes.

“You know,” You paused, a sudden thought enters your head as you return your gaze back to him, “If we ever do have a child...” Although it may seemed like a fib and a far-fetched truth with you and Satoru, you don’t mind telling this one to the young child, “I’ll be sure you’ll be the first to know.”

Megumi looks up, his eyes lightening up at your words, “After all, you’re like family to the both of us already. I’m sure the young Gojo won’t mind having you as a big brother.”

The young raven haired suddenly cracks a small smile, the timorous features from moments ago is replaced by a softer one, more befitting for his age as if he was elated by your words, “that...that sounds nice, Y/N-san.”

It’s wonderful how a little white lie can shift the boy’s mood, probably would’ve been bad for your consciousness but it was a reaction that was worth it in your part.

Your husband is rarely home despite the spring break.

You may see Satoru but on most days, he was at the institution and at work since he had received more jobs than ever with the reappearance of Sukuna Ryomen’s fingers. You, on the other hand, carried on with your quiet life. Aside from the grueling nightmares of the unknown and constant anxiety of protracted thoughts that Gojo Satoru may betray you one day.

You were fine, in fact, better than most days.

Most days.

Your eyes glaze over the text, fiddling with the pages as you reread the same paragraph over and over again like some fool and hard-headed buffon. You put one hand over your head and shut your eyes tight. Maybe you needed to get some rest, it was almost ten anyways.

Yet sleep doesn’t come easy again.

You find yourself stirring awake in the middle of the night, your breathing is heavy and your palms are shaking again as you try to recall what you dreamt about. Days on, it had constantly varied, some were of the night of your grandmother, others would be the dark forest that you were left upon to fend on as a child because apparently training needed to be done like that, some felt like it wasn’t your memories at all.

“You should remember, Y/N.” Your grandma’s words slowly sink in, it’s a fleeting memory, “You’re not only taking the technique from me. You’re taking the memory of the users before it. Some grow mad to the point where they try to murder the next user just to stay alive but it doesn’t work that way...it never does...”

You place your hands on top of your forehead as you lightly grip the strands of your hair, trying to sit upright on the side of your bed as you catch your breath. You try to get ahold of yourself, for you knew this was something only you could solve alone and crying wouldn’t do so much help in your current circumstances. By then, you start mumbling some curses while you were at it towards all your ancestors out there for not giving you even just a single bit of stillness in your god-ridden life. Hadn’t they done enough debauchery in their part already? The least they can do is stay dead along with their wretched and mortifying memories.

Maybe you should go back to training in secret, if it can help knock you out to the point of expelling you to a dreamless state, that would be good right?

The moon hung low on the sky and the stars shone bright as the cool wind slowly wafted in your room mixed with the lavender essence that you liked to light up to help you calm down and sleep well something that seems to be inefficacious now. It’s a noiseless night as always around the Gojo estate, as if not a single soul had lived here, the only thing you could detect is the small curse energy of some of the servants and the cursed energy of your husband who was a few doors down, probably fast asleep.

You bring yourself out of the comforts of your bed and trudge your out, grabbing ahold of one of your hands, trying to make an attempt for it to stop shaking due to the sudden strong emotions you’ve undergone moments ago. One deep breath after another, you make your way to through the dark corridors of your own home, one that you’ve memorized like the back of your hand.

You picture out the earlier things they made this afternoon, maybe you should have one of those things that the chef had prepared for dessert. They had always made good sweets here and didn’t stop you from eating whatever you wanted, an uncommon response on your part since you grew up in a very strict and controlled environment especially when it came to food portions.

Sliding the door open, you silently padded through the kitchen, the cold floor under your bare feet served as a reminder that you were awake and that you were fine. That everything that had previously happened was simply just a dream. That this wasn’t some make-shift reality anymore. You’ve dealt with worse, what’s some bad-nights going to do to you?

This time, you grabbed two cold taiyakis, leftovers most likely. You don’t even bother heating them up and just start nibbling on one of it, relishing the sweetness of the custard filling.

You take a seat, your thoughts trail back to your dream, one that was probably not yours since the emotion was very unfamiliar yet it felt painful, like a sore and distant memory that only brought immense sorrow and grief in your part. This emits an audible breath of weariness. Everything was so baffling at this point. Your grandmother didn’t tell you anything past those warnings and little stories, she was too busy training you to the brink of death to even tell you anything about this situation. Questions upon questions pile up, did she even know why people like the both of you weren’t supposed to exist in the first place?

If she did, why didn’t she bother telling you?

“Ah, I’d reckon you’d be here.”

You don’t even bother to look up from your meal since you’re not even surprised by your husband’s late night appearance in the kitchen for some snack. It seemed like the shaman wasn’t being theatric today with his bloody clothes. He was in his sleepwear, his black shirt clinging to him like some type of second skin, revealing the taut of his muscles along with his hair in a complete disarray as if he had just rolled out of bed like you. He doesn’t bother to get his own share tonight from the ref, instead, he takes a seat next to you and grabs the extra Taiyaki on your plate as if the last time you saw each other wasn’t an exchange of heated word discussions.

The sudden warmth of his presence next to you reels you back out of your depressing thoughts, he takes a bite, shoulders slumped as he relaxes next to you, “Shoko’s advice not working?” he questioned. He doesn’t bother asking what was your diagnosis or a thank you for the gesture, it seemed like he wanted to be unpretentious about it.

“I was hungry.”

He swallowed his food, not even bothering to turn off his filter this time, “Right,” he nods, “I’ll take that as a no then.”

You continue on with your meal quietly, trying to ignore your husband and not wanting to engage in a conversation since your head is still buzzing from the events that had transpired earlier but the next few words catch you off guard and once again, pull you back right out, “We should go on a trip.” he suggested.

You turn to him, giving him a quick once-over at the sudden distance between you two and the proposal he had just said. He was closer than you had anticipated, his propped elbows touching yours as if he had just put off his infinity around him, a peculiar riposte since you didn’t believe he could trust you to this extent, “A trip?”

“We haven’t gone on a honeymoon, right?” he takes another bite, “Where would you like to go for our anniversary, instead?”

Your mind turns blank at his phrase, a trip.

You’ve never been anywhere aside from kyoto, tokyo, and your estate growing up. It had always been a warning to stay away from places that they weren’t familiar with or far places that were too crowded because your safety would be in jeopardy. Despite this, it doesn’t exactly stop you from dreaming about certain places you wished to go to.

Growing up, you hated the bleak winters in Japan and the boring scenes of the city. You've always wanted to go somewhere sunny and bright all year round. One where the flowers could grow and you could read books under the shade every single day yet despite this ever so long childhood dream, your mind instead, goes back to one place in the far off north of japan. It’s a faint memory as well but you’ve always been curious about that place.

“How about you?” your eyes are boring upon his blue ones yet you’re tempted to say otherwise, “I’m fine wherever you want to go.”

Maybe it was because you’ve been tired these days that you end up humoring him with a laid-back response.

“I doubt it,” he implored, insisting that you be the one to decide. He’s well-aware of your circumstances. Satoru has been to and traveled to many places both for work and leisure. You, on the other hand, hadn’t been to many so he might as well take you out, with those familiar ghostly and tired features that he catches a glimpse of when he comes home, he knew you needed a change of pace and environment, “Go pick a place, Y/N.”

You put your food down, drumming your fingers on the counter top in deep thought, maybe you both could go there since it was within the country, “Anywhere, right?” you wavered, “Then can we go to Sendai?”

Satoru’s brows furrowed in confusion, Sendai? He wonders what made that place catch your eye, it was a small and quiet town and it was far off north of Tokyo. There wasn’t much to see there except small shrines, museums, and ruined houses of some old samurai’s, “You sure about Sendai?”

“I’ve always wanted to go there.” You honestly disclosed, your mind reeling in a distant memory, “They have a festival there apparently called the Tanabata…”

The shaman studies you for a moment, mild displeasure on his part because the festival won’t be held when you both visit Sendai since it was only celebrated during the seventh of July to August. Maybe he should take you there again after, if he isn’t so busy, probably the least he could do after realizing how messed up everything is, “Tanabata… they won’t be celebrating that until July… Do you want to go someplace else?”

“No,” you paused, “But if you’d like, we can go somewhe-”

“Sendai it is then.” he cuts you off, clearing his throat and ignoring what you were about to say, “Anything you want to do there?”

“I just…” your brows furrowed in wonder. Apart from the usual antagonistic and hostile attitude or the faux smiles that you’d usually present yourself with when you’re around him, Satoru sees something else, genuine uncertainty as if you had a muddle of thoughts in your head and you can’t seem to pick on what to say, it seemed like he rendered you speechless for the first time, “I just want to eat something there.”

It was a childish but very sincere reason, one Satoru couldn't bring himself to point out as a lie because it looked like anything but that, “Food, huh?” he nods in acknowledgment. Well, it’s not exactly a bad reason. He has heard about the good cuisine up there, “Let’s go to Sendai then, Y/N.”

The words are familiar, one said to you a long time ago but this time, unlike before, it seemed like you’d be going on that trip after all.

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— what they would be like as disney princes

ೃ pairings: (izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, and eijiro kirishima x fem! reader)

ೃ tags: headcanons, disney au!

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Eijiro Kirishima – as Li Shang from Mulan

- *Mulan voice* Eijiro? Eijiro? Eijiroooo

- Eijiro Kirishima is the handsome son of the Army General and it’s very obvious that everyone swoons for him. Yes, everyone in the army.

- He’s manly, brave, sweet, caring, and responsible. What more can a soldier ask for?

- “LET’S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! TO DEFEAT THE VILLAINS!” (ok that sounded better in my head)

- during the “I make a man out of you” sequence, kirishima uses his hardening quirk to not only hype up his warriors but also for that extra effect. He’s just bad-ass and hot like that.

- Eijiro wakes up at 5 am to train and work out. And yes, he does that shirtless. It helps him move a lot more and of course, it’s pleasing to the eyes.

- H I S T O N E D M U S C L E S. that’s it. That’s the headcanon.

- He needs that daily grind after all !

- You swear you could hear the other soldiers sigh dreamily every time they catch him work out.

- Whenever he praises his fellow comrades, he smiles a very cheeky smile, his shark teeth cutely popping out and it’s just so endearing and charming.

- After being ridiculed and belittled by your fellow comrades for being physically weak, you wanted to prove them that they were wrong. You continue to stay determined as you decided to create your training regime that consisted of waking up at 5 am in the morning to train too (and this was prior to knowing that kirishima would wake up at the same time to work out too. Oooh~ what a coincidence.)

- “(Y/N)! You like him? Helloooooo!? Him and I even share the same hair color! He ain’t worth it!”

- “Mushu, please. You are a discount version of him. Now, I’m going to go and train now.”

- You leave your tent at exactly 5 am, and as you began to stretch and do warm-ups outside, the biggest tent across yours suddenly opens up too, revealing General Eijiro Kirishima… in his shirtless getup.

- “A-ah! Good Morning General Kirishima!” You stand up straight, shifting your weight to the right leg and bending your left, bowing to him.

- He nods at you, shooting you a small smile. “You’re up early. Early for a new recruit! Do you plan to train?”

- “Y-yes! I will be using the pole and training weights sir!” You bow your head, as you remain standing straight.

- He hands you over the weights. He refuses to give it to you, instead insists to tie it on your wrists and help you up the wooden pole.

- General Kirishima holds you by the waist, making sure you don’t fall and you’re positioned correctly onto the pole. “Alright. You’re positioned in the right way now, you may proceed.”

- You continue to hold onto it, lowkey about to bang your head on the wooden pole as you were about to die of embarrassment.

- “(Y/N), he’s just being nice and just treats you like any other soldier under his command. Don’t expect too much!” Mushu whispers from your side, as soon as general kiri steps back and was not within earshot of the two of you.

- “I don’t have my hopes up at all, Mushu. I’m not expecting anything.” You sigh, trying to reassure yourself as you began climbing up. The weights pull you down, but you must persevere.

- “You can do this, (L/N)!”

- “(L/N)!?” You squeak, losing your focus, slipping down the pole and back to square one. You were a fumbling mESS

- “woah woah woah. Is everything alright?” he was about to hold onto your waist again, making sure you don’t fall off or fall down. You collect yourself before becoming too flustered to answer.

- “Y-yes General Kirishima! I’m fine!”

- When your gender had finally been revealed after the battle against the villains, Kirishima did not feel betrayed albeit just disappointed that you had to hide that fact for far too long and wasn’t being open to him when the two of you became much closer

- He’s been in love with you ever since the beginning.

- He’s always admired your passion and your drive. However, due to him being the general, he wasn’t so sure to approach you without being biased.

- “You don’t find a girl like that in every hero’s journey.”

Katsuki Bakugo – as The Beast

- Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a blonde young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired and his quirk was one of the most powerful many have seen, the prince was belligerent, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

- Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love and no humbleness in his heart, and as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.

- We’ve been known, the B in bakugo stands for beast (insert lenny face for a certain implication)

- Essentially, Bakugo had two quirks at once. Not only was he now a beast, (a physical quirk) but he also has his explosion quirk.

- He’d pretty much look the same as the beast from the Disney movie, however there’s some blonde highlights in his fur and he’s much more aggressive and intimidating to look at. His fangs more emphasized and he has a much softer appearance; like that of a huge pomeraninan.

- Ok…. no thoughts head empty just thinking about katsuki having an even huskier voice now that he’s transformed into a beast.

Katsuki Bakugo, who was ashamed of his newly transformed monstrous appearance, shut himself in his castle, The rose the old woman had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope, for who could ever learn to love an explosive beast?

- Significant members of Katsuki’s posse who were turned into magical items were Eijiro Kirishima, his castle maître d' whom had turned into a candelabra, his annoying majordomo, Tenya Ilda became a pendulum clock, the head housekeeper, Ochaco Uraraka had turned into an enchanted teapot, the vice-head housekeeper, Denki Kaminari had become a little tea cup, Mina Ashido, the lady-in-waiting became an enchanted wardrobe, and lastly, Hanta Sero, the Castle’s Valet and Chaffeur, became a coat rack.

- All of Katsuki’s servants try their very best to make their prince change his ways, however, to no avail, their efforts have been fruitless. They were about to lose hope as Bakugo was about turn 21, which meant the rose would no longer bloom until… you came.

- Gran Torino, your grandfather, had gotten lost in the woods and ended up finding Bakugo’s castle to seek shelter, not knowing he had been trespassing all along. After Katsuki finds him, he throws him to the castle dungeon.

- You were the spirited, headstrong and bookish “beauty” of the town, however only being admired for your looks and not for your intelligence. You really had enough of this village and wanted to get out of here asap but after your grandfather had told you to wait just a little bit more, even though you frankly had enough of Monoma, the ~most handsome~ yet the biggest jerk in town constantly asking for your hand in marriage.

- The disappearance of your grandfather had prompted for you to search for him, leading you too, to the beast’s castle.

- Once you get there, you are to be greeted by Bakugo in his very beastly form, terrifying you. However, you stood your ground, asking for your grandfather. Gran Torino is set free under the condition of you having to stay in the castle instead.

- At your first night, you refuse to join him for dinner enraging him.

- “Where is she?” Bakugo grits his teeth, growling at Ilda.

- “Aha- Well- You see… she’s not coming.” Ilda mutters nervously, his clock hands waving in weird chopping gestures.

- “WHAT!?” Bakugo’s voice echoes around the dining hall, He leaps out of the room, busting the doors open, whilst Kirishima, Ilda, and Ochaco follow suit.

- He bangs the door, “OI OI OI I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN FOR DINNER?”

- “I’m not hungry.” You reply softly.

- “ HAH? YOU COME OUT OR I’LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!”

- “Master Bakugo… I could be wrong, but that may not be the way to win a girl’s affection.” Kirishima speaks in a hushed whisper, grimacing.

- “Please attempt to be a gentleman.” Ilda says slowly and matter of factly.

- Bakugo grits his teeth, scrunching his eyebrows, pointing to the door. “But she’s being… SO DIFFICULT!” he turns to the door, as if wanting you to hear what he was saying.

- “Gently… Gently…” Ochaco repeats, trying to calm the prince down.

- Bakugo rolls his eyes and repeats his words more softly this time, “Oi… will you come down for dinner?”

- “No.”

- He turns to his servants once again, pointing to the door, his mouth forming into a pout.

- “O- It would be my greateest pleasure if you would join me for dinner.” He could barely muster out the words. “Please?”

- “No, thank you!”

- “YOU CAN’T STAY THERE FOREVER!” He barks, “THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE!” He storms out of the hall, running his way to his castle wing.

- After you were saved by the beast from the wolves, you tend to his wounds. Bakugo was rather… stubborn and didn’t want you to touch it or even press hot compress onto it.

- He continues to growl lowly, still seething from the pain, attempting to lick it just like any other canine would do.

- “Don’t do that.” You try to stop him from doing so, he growls at you, moving his wounded arm away from you. The castle servants watch in fear, taking a few steps back.

- “Just hold still.”

- “GRRR! THAT HURTS!”

- “If you hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much!”

- “IF YOU HADN’T RAN AWAY THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED!”

- “If you didn’t scare me, then I wouldn’t have run away!”

- “PHAH! WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THE WEST WING!”

- “Well, you should learn how to control your temper!”

- He was about to protest, until he couldn’t think of anymore good comebacks, he stops. he pouts and rests his head on his hand as a sign of defeat.

- After that night, the two of you had finally warmed up to each other. Wanting to surprise you and at the suggestion of Kirishima and Ilda, Bakugo had finally given you the chance to explore the west wing. Surprising you by leading to you the castle’s huge and well-kept library. A place where he seeks solace and peace.

- You never expected him to be someone so aggressive yet be so interested in reading and of other mediums of knowledge. You had a lot in common and a feeling was blossoming between the two of you. In turn, you help him act more like a gentleman.

- You continue to spend time with him, not knowing that you were slowly but surely falling.

- “There’s something sweet and almost kind, but he was mean, coarse and unrefined. And now he’s dear, and I’m unsure, I wonder why I didn’t see it there before?”

- As much as bakugo denies that he isn’t in love with you, he’s actually always had. He had just feared that you would never love him in return.

- With the help of the fashionista turned enchanted closet that is Mina, she brings out a beautiful golden ballgown hemmed with golden roses, with off the shoulder sleeves and golden gloves to complete the look. You tie some of your hair into a neat bun, with the majority trails down your neck in a beautiful and flowing motion.

- Bakugo on the other hand, was dressed in such a refined and handsome way. He wore a golden vest over a white dress shirt with a white kerchief. And, to complete the look, his very trusting stylists, Kirishima and Kaminari styled him in black pants.

- As you dance the night away, the chandelier adorned with sparkling crystals hanging above you, the mural in the ceiling looking ever so heavenly, and calming waltz music to accompany you… it was a dream come true.

- You nestle your head onto Bakugo’s shoulder, the latter looking a bit surprised yet his mouth forming into a small smile as he continues to guide you by hold your hand, twirling you around and just dancing with you. No other peering or judgemental eyes to stop the two of you from doing so.

- Did I mention that he was an amazing dancer? Perks of being a prince I guess, but it’s also one of his natural talents.

- Bakugo lets you go back to your grandfather that same night, watching you leave with your horse on the balcony.

- He loves you, so he has to let you go.

- Monoma and the village people ambush the castle to kill the beast, the castle servants trying their best to keep them at bay and the ever so arrogant village hunter climbing his way to Bakugo, you rush to the scene, and as soon as Bakugo sees you, he regains his strength and sends Monoma falling down a pit.

- Bakugo was able to go back to his quarters with you helping him down, taking one last look at you.

- He smiles half-heartedly, still trying to catch his breath. “You came back…”

- “Of course, I came back.” You fight the tears trying to form in your eyes, hugging him tightly and trying to comfort him in his last moments. “If only I’ve gotten here sooner.”

- “I-it’s better this way.”

- “We’re together now! Everything’s going to be fine…”

- “At least, I got to see you one last time.”

- “P-please… Don’t leave me… I love you.”

- As the last rose petal was about to fall, Bakugo is knocked out and is slowly succumbing to his wounds. It is through your genuine care and love for him, along with his change of heart and new resolve (albeit still retaining most of his temperamental and pompous personality, he is able to keep it in check) he transforms back into a human.

- Along with all those who lived in the castle turning back into human, the castle retaining it’s original bright and vibrant colors and atmosphere, you and Bakugo live your very own happily ever after.

Izuku Midoriya – as Hercules from Hercules

- A babie Izuku had been sent down from godlihood to live as a mortal, as his parents, All Might, the God of Thunder, and Inko, the Goddess of Marriage had wanted to protect him from AFO, the God of the Underworld, who will take over Mount Olympus if Izuku does not take him down according to a prophecy.

- He grows up as a simpleton, the adopted son of both farmers, dreaming to make it big out there, with very ambitious and pure dreams of becoming a hero.

- But after, being belittled by his very own peers for not looking the part as he couldn’t control his gifted super strength, scrawny, timid, too pure for this world and quite weakhearted, Izuku wanted to prove to them that he will become a hero in the future.

- “Sometimes… I feel like, I really don’t belong here. Like I’m supposed to be someplace else…” Izuku confesses sincerely, his adoptive father looking at him in worry as he did not want to stop the young boy from learning who he actually was and all the potential he has.

- “If you found me then… where did I come from? Why was I left here?”

- His adoptive parents hand him over a golden medal with a thunder and lightning symbol that was said to be hanging around his neck when they found him. This was his answer that raised more questions.

- He embarks on his journey to find one of the temples of All Might, as this was the only thing the symbol on the medal could allude to.

- Okay but go the distance fits Izuku so well! A pure and hopeful young boy seeking to make a difference in this world and just wanting to become a hero by the most wholesome means.

- “I have often dreamed of a far off place, Where a hero's welcome would be waiting for me. Where the crowds would cheer, when they see my face, and a voice keeps saying this is where I'm meant to be…”

- just imagining izuku’s boyish voice singing this is just aaaaaaa

- He eventually finds one of the temples, learning that all along, he was the son of the legendary God. All Might tells him he must prove his worth and earn back his godhood by becoming a true hero.

- His father tells him to go search for Shota Aizawa, the famed instructor who has taught many great heroes in his time. Gifting Izuku a Pegasus, he embarks on another journey again to find the man, so that he may be trained.

- When he arrives at the home of Aizawa, the teacher had retired as none of his heroes have ever earned a constellation in the sky, prompting him to expel them.

- Izuku however, explained to his soon-to-be teacher that he wasn’t like the others, and… he proved true.

- Although Aizawa was hesitant at first, he liked the kid’s determination and sheer will, so he began to train him.

- Maybe, he could make a difference.

- After his training and after undergoing an amazing transformation, Izuku was finally ready to start his way to achieving Godhood and becoming a true hero.

- On the way to a nearby city, Izuku encounters you, a totally not damsel in distress and totally not a pawn of AFO, being tormented by a minotaur.

- Izuku saves you and you couldn’t help but notice how pure and how gentle he was. You thank him albeit with a tint of sarcasm, hoping the two of you would meet again as you venture deeper into the forest to go and meet with AFO, whom you made a deal with in order to bring back your lost lover from the dead- only for them to leave you soon after.

- You were once a very soft and romantic person. So open to giving love to others and never shying away from any form of affection. However…

- After that terrible experience, you developed a cynical outlook. Not taking slack from anybody, always keeping your distance, barely interacting with others and showing no interest in forming any genuine relationships with others ever since.

- Izuku reminded you that there was still some good in this world.

- His genuine innocence, his boyish yet handsome looks, his pure determination to save others and his charismatic wit just swept you off of your feat.

- However, you still had to keep your distance. You just weren’t ready to trust anyone again after that what had happened.

- Izuku finally reaches his destination, defeating a Hydra using both of his wits and his strength, as he becomes a celebrated hero around the city of Musustafu.

- Since then, he jumped from city to city, striking down every otherworldly monster that AFO had created to try and defeat him, and making him somewhat of a celebrity.

- Izuku, however, remained humble. Knowing full well that the fame he had gained was not needed in order to become a hero.

- In fact, it was what could become a hero’s biggest downfall.

- Whilst chilling around in a huge museum dedicated to Izuku’s efforts, you pay him a visit and the pure and wholesome boy, clearly enthralled by you since the beginning, became very flustered at the sight of seeing you.

- You start playing with your words, flirtatiously manipulating him to get him to go on a date with you.

- “(Y/N) by the gods, he’s so pure why would you do this?” you thought. “what did he do to deserve this from me?” yet, you were bound by a contract with the god of the underworld, so it’s not like you have any choice right?

- You go on a date with him, and end up falling reeeeeeal hard.

- The two of you end your date in a romantic park, filled with conveniently placed statues of couples and a statue of Izuku, in the middle, near the fountain for you to fawn over whilst singing one of the best Disney songs ever to.

- Aizawa hastens him to leave as they still have training to do, but he doesn’t leave until he picks a white flower from a tree, giving it to you, and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

- Midoriya hops on his Pegasus and they flutter away as you continue to watch his figure travel farther and farther away from you.

- You observe and play with the white rose on your hand, sighing dreamily, until you snap back into your senses and think about the matter at hand.

- “Ugh… what’s the matter with me? You’d think a girl would learn.”

- *Cue Music and the Muses known as Ochaco, Tsuyu, Momo, Mina and Jirou)

- “Who d'you think you're kidding~ He's the earth and heaven to you. Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you. Girl you can't conceal it We know how you're feeling... who you thinking of~”

- The muses continue the musical number, yet in your heart you just need to deny these new and fuzzy emotions you were feeling for Izuku.

- “No chance no way I won't say it, no no. (You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh) It's too cliche I won't say I'm in loveeee…”

- After all the ordeals Izuku had to go through to save you, (literally jumping into the river styx to recover your soul) his willingness to sacrifice himself for you was the final key needed to ascend to Godhood, and so that he may join his parents and the other gods in Mount Olympus once more.

- However, this would come at a cost, if he were to go back to Mount Olympus, that would mean he wouldn’t see you ever again, instead only being able to watch over you from up and above.

- And so, he chooses to remain on Earth with you, and even without his godly status, he could remain as the striking and true hero he is.

- The two of you watch the night sky as All Might forms a constellation on the sky just for Izuku. Not only making Aizawa also proud, but also as a sign that Izuku himself- (and your love) was worth seeing in the stars.

Shoto Todoroki – as Flynn Rider from Tangled

- Ok this is a bit of a stretch and I KNOW IT IS

- Fantasy au Shoto has a white horse, and Flynn rider befriends a white horse that hates him. that’s the closest similarity these two have.

- Flynn rider is my favorite unofficial Disney prince, and shoto is my favorite mha boy so let’s just roll with this!!

- Shoto Todoroki was a lost prince turned thief, and after he rebelled from his controlling and manipulative father, His only way of escape was if he turned to a life of thievery, hiding his identity and straying away from his mantle as the Prince of the Todoroki Family.

- He was very rebellious and mischievous, yet was also stern and rather monotone at times. He would crack jokes, but they would fall flat most of time and despite being absolutely handsome and looking very charismatic and charming on the outside, he wasn’t the best at picking up any gestures or flirtatious remarks said to him.

- He approached some thieves before and very innocently asked them how to live the life of a rogue, the bandits laughed at him but were nice enough to give him tips. The first advice they told Shoto was to take up a moniker. So that he wouldn’t be easily discovered or found by security officials. They jokingly called him The Half-Hot and Half Cold prince, because of his looks and his quirk.

- Not knowing that he was an actual prince. A wayward prince to be specific.

- Shoto didn’t care enough so he used the nickname given to them and went on his way to a different castle.

- After abandoning his kingdom, he chooses to live freely by his own means, and making the most of his time as a free man and not as a prince. You only live once after all.

- He then leaves for the Kingdom of Corona, being forced to create a trio with very unfriendly bandits, Sato and Koda. Their mission was to steal the crown on the eve of your birthday and hope to sell it for an absolutely impossible price.

- After they successfully infiltrate the palace and steal the crown jewel, Shoto stacks the prized possession into his satchel, betraying Koda and Sato, using them as a scapegoat, and making his way to a nearby forest settlement where he may hide and then move on to the next kingdom.

- However, he underestimated the castle guards as they were able to find traces of him. Shoto, not wanting to back down from a fight, uses his ice quirk to prevent the guards from following him in any further into the forest. (He refuses to use his fire quirk due to its relation to his father)

- Knowing that it wouldn’t take long before the castle guards would find him again, he had to go somewhere and hide first.

- He then sees an obscure and weirdly placed tower in the middle of the forest, thinking that he may take refuge there. And so, Shoto uses his ice quirk once more to elevate himself onto the only open window of the tower.

- He was about to start adjusting to his new surroundings as he steps foot inside, until…

- BANG!

- The last thing he heard was the sound of a clanging frying pan.

- Unbeknownst to him, he was hit on the head by said frying pan.

- Shoto wakes up to see that he was tied to a chair and his precious satchel gone by his side. He observes his surroundings to see that he was not tied by a rope, but instead tied using someone’s long and luscious hair. Hair so long that it was scattered all around the room.

- “Is this… hair?”

- You appear from the darkness, a very smug look spread upon your face, gripping the frying pan tightly.

- You were the lost princess of the kingdom of Corona. You were kidnapped by Mother Midnight, and she raised you as your own, keeping you locked in the tower so that she can use the regeneration powers coming from your hair to make herself younger.

- Each year, the king and the queen release lanterns in the sky on your birthday, hoping for your safe return.

- It was too much of a coincidence. You know in your heart that the lanterns are meant for you. Yet, Mother Midnight constantly forbids and refuses you from leaving the tower.

- “Who are you? And how did you find me?” You grit your teeth, interrogating him, your frying pan ready to hit on him if he dares to make a move.

- Tsuyu, your pet chameleon and best friend was watching the half-and-half man intently.

- “I’m the Half Hot- Half Cold Prince.” He says simply, barely moving and showing any emotion. You stare back at him, puzzled. What the heck was wrong with this guy?

- “I mean, your actual name.” You repeat yourself as you slowly continue to approach him.

- “Oh. I’m Shoto. Shoto Todoroki.” He says plainly once again. “Can I have my satchel back please?”

- “Nope.” You reply, popping the p. “Why are you even here for the first place? Is it for my hair!?”

- “He tilts his head in confusion, “Of course not. I was being chased and saw this tower, so I used my quirk and got up here. Now, may I please have my satchel back?”

- “Hmm… if you say you’re from the outside then… I need you to take me to the lights.” You climb up your room balcony, pulling the curtain away to reveal the beautiful mural you made in dedication to the lanterns that are released from the kingdom every year during your birthday. “Then, I’ll give you your satchel.”

- He looks at the mural in awe for a moment then breathes a hefty sigh, “Alright. We have a deal.”

- You untie him from your hair. He stands up quickly and was about to descend down the tower. “I can use my quirk to bring us down-“

- “Nah.” You hold up your hand in front of him, throwing your hair down and using it as a swing as you glide down with grace.

- Your eyes meet the grass and you take a deep breath before you take your first step on it and then…

- “My life will finally begin.” You take in your surroundings, feeling overwhelming happiness about to burst inside you.

- Shoto catches up to you, using his quirk to slide down the tower. He crosses his arms, at the sight of seeing you jumping around like a little chipmunk who has not seen any land, a contempt look plastered upon his face, just wanting to get this job done and head on to the next kingdom he could go to.

- “THIS IS AMAZING!” You watch him resting by the tree, leaning on it. You kick a pile of leaves to get his attention as you twirl around in your place, still taking in all these wonderful sights.

- “Look. We have to get to the kingdom grounds as soon as possible or else-“

- “It’s (Y/N).”

- “Excuse me?”

- “I’m (Y/N). I just remembered that I didn’t tell you that a while ago. Sorry!” You smile cheekily at him and because of how adorable you looked; he gave you a pass.

- “Alright. Let’s go then, (Y/N).

- Your adventure was absolutely chaotic. From entering a tavern full of scary bandits, for them to actually be softies all this time who were willing to help you see the lights. When the castle guards track down Shoto in the tavern, the bandits help you escape through a hidden passage, but find yourselves stuck in a flooding cave.

- Thinking that this was the end of both of your adventures and your lives, Shoto reveals to you that he was the missing prince of the Endeavor Kingdom and you also reveal to him that your hair glows when you sing.

- Bingo.

- Flower gleam and glow… Let your powers shine… Make the clock reverse… Bring back what once was mine.” You sang softly, your hair began to emanate a glowing light, as it served as a guide to get you out of the cave.

- Shoto’s hand was injured due to the very rough and dangerous properties inside of the cave and so, you heal him with the powers of your hair.

- Once again, repeating the song he had wanted to hear escape from your lips once more, your hair begins to glow as the wound on his palm was no more.

- He looks at you in awe. Noticing details about you that he hasn’t noticed before. How your eyes twinkled differently, like a star from a night sky. Your smile always radiating sunshine, and your aura emanating nothing but warmth and comfort.

- He was in love with you.

- How long did it take for him to realize that?

- “Are we almost there?” You wave your hand in front of his face and he snaps back into reality. “Ah yes. We’ll be in the village where the festivities will take place.”

- “THERE ARE FESTIVITIES!?”

- You reach the kingdom the morning after and began to partake in the festivities. All that Shoto could do was watch and admire you from afar as you danced and make merry with the townsfolk; not until you pulled him into the middle of the dance.

- He was awkward and wasn’t so used to having all this attention around him ever since he left his royal life, but you guide him well in the dance floor, getting lost in the moment, the two of you gaze at each other’s eyes, and the cheers of the townspeople unfortunately snapping you out of the moment.

- That night, the king and the queen, along with all of the townsfolk, flock to their boats for the annual cruise and lantern releasing.

- To surprise you, Shoto was able to snatch and rent a boat. The two of you board on it that night, and Shoto rows all the way to the middle of the lake and get a clear view of the ethereal spectacle that was about to take place.

- The first lantern, released by the king and queen, floats solely by itself. You rush to the other side of the boat, the boat rocking furiously due to the excitement. Your handsome companion on the other hand, was trying to keep the boat into place.

- You hold on to the edge of the boat as other lanterns follow suit. The huge boats around you were releasing their lanterns too.

- You look up at the sky, watching the lamps color the night. It was such a beautiful moment. Watching these floating lights reminds you of a comfort and inexplicable feeling from within. There was something about the light emanating from these paper lanterns, some of them bumping into each other, creating unique shadows, like that of shooting stars who were about to ascend back into the night sky.

- Lanterns continue to light up the night sky, as if they were like bright dreams. Lighting everyone’s resolve and everyone’s hearts.

- “All those days watching from the windows, All those years outside looking in. All that time never even knowing, just how blind I've been. Now I'm here, blinking in the starlight, Now I'm here, suddenly I see. Standing here, it's all so clear, I'm where I'm meant to be. And at last I see the light. And it's like the fog has lifted And at last I see the light. And it's like the sky is new, And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything looks different… Now that I see you.”

- After you felt too immersed into the beauty of the lights, you turn back to Shoto who was holding on to two lanterns that the two of you could release. A loving smile present on his face.

- You smile back at him, and the both of you release it into the sky.

- “All those days chasing down a daydream… All those years living in a blur… All that time never truly seeing things, the way they were.”

- The two of you look up to see the floating lights arise and you were immersed once again. Shoto fixes his gaze on you, admiring your beauty and your enthusiasm to see the lights you’ve always dreamed of seeing. He could do nothing but smile at you, as he’s truly fallen in love. He really has. His heart thumping loudly at the presence and the warmth that you’ve given him. Something that he had been seeking for so long.

- Now she's here shining in the starlight, Now she's here suddenly I know.”

- You continue look up. A lantern engraved with a sun symbol approaches your boat, and you point at it, pushing it up at the sky.

- “If she's here, it's crystal clear… I'm where I'm meant to go.”

- Shoto knew this was his only chance. His smile turning into that of a frown, as thoughts of not seeing you again came across his mind. He grabs your hand, touching it softly. You perk up a little bit at this gesture, but you smile back at him. Your eyes glimmering love and warmth once again.

- You hold both of his hands, grasping it firmly yet tenderly. The two of you gaze at each other’s eyes again, this time no one were to interrupt. This moment would just be between the two of you.

- You notice how beautiful Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes were from up close, the love shown in his eyes could only be for you and you feel your heart racing at that thought.

- And at last I see the light, And it's like the sky is new. And it's warm and real and bright, And the world has somehow shifted… All at once everything is different… Now that I see you.”

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Y/n Kaminari

TW: smut, marijuana use. Characters aged up to 21! Shiggy discovers his quirk doesn’t work when he’s having sex, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink shiggy, consensual sex,

I realized I had been neglecting my dear villains, so. Shiggy Fuckers, because I know you’re out there. I’m one of them. Don’t say I don’t love you. Here you go.

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PART 2

It actually ends up being a month later till you see him again.

But not in the normal alley. No.

Right outside his hideout. So he thinks he must be seeing things. His brain must be showing him what he wants to see.

But then he sees two friends next to you and he realizes that’s not the case. It’s Saturday, he shouldn’t be surprised.

He wants to touch you, or at least have you look his way.

How desperate does that sound? So he keeps walking, walking towards his destination, which just so happens to be two stores past you.

Well damn.

Were his eyes deceiving him? Are you wearing his hoodie again? Fuck. You’re gonna kill him, and that baby blue skirt with fishnets? You’re gonna give him a heart attack. You’re going to give him a stroke. Because the way his hoodie scrunched around the skirt pulled the fabric up and you seemed to be getting irritated with the blue skirt.

He’s almost relieved when you don’t look up from whatever it is your friends are showing you as he gets into the dispensary, finally able to take a breath.

“Damn Boss, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He rolls his eyes at Dabi and walks behind the counter to get what he needs. Dabi mumbled something about a smoke break as he walked downstairs and Shigaraki nodded.

He mostly just needed a joint refill and a new cartridge but he grabbed an eighth anyway and sighs as the bell to the door signals someone had walked in.

“We’re closed for-“ but then he’s shutting up because as he stands up from behind the display, he sees you. Beautiful, right in front of him, perfect, squeezable, lovable you. Right in front of him and his eyes must be deceiving him right? You didn’t even notice him as he walked past. Right?

“Well damn, and I was hoping to get a few things-“

“Not to you- never to you.” Your eyebrow quirks at that.

“We’re never closed to you.” He’s blushing and you smile.

Tomura’s mouth went dry. He had already stuffed his new weed products into his hoodie pocket and was about to head downstairs to get prepared to be absolutely gone until he went looking for you tomorrow.

“Do me a favor and lock the front door? I’m going on a smoke break after this and I don’t know how long Dabi is going to take.” You blushed.

“How will I leave then?” You did it anyway and he just chuckles.

“You think you’re leaving babe?” Did he just? Yes. Yes he did. Oh my god he did.

If only he could just take you downstairs right now.

He was almost shocked when he heard what you were getting but then he felt you tug on his sleeve and he’s immediately forgetting that he’s supposed to be grabbing your products.

He seems to forget how to breathe when he finally urges himself to look at you. Really look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful and he knows that but he can’t help just wanting to fall asleep and wake up next to you, you’re so beautiful he can’t handle it at times. Your dyed blue hair had started to fade and it was fading into a pale little baby blue like his at the tips, still fairly dark at the roots. Needless to say. He was living for it, and the way you’d occasionally lick your lips and drag your tongue over your lip piercings.

When he finally wills himself to grab your chin he immediately leans in, and he wants to kiss you so bad but this stupid display is in the way, and he’s almost tempted to hop over it.

He doesn’t, instead opting to quickly grabbing the shit you ordered, stuffing it in a bag and dropping it on the counter. You grabbed it of course, but after that he’s leading you around the counter and grabbing your chin again with his pointer and thumb, just like every other time.

You’re the one that connects the kiss and after that he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and tapping your thigh.

You took the hint pretty quickly and let out a cute little ‘hmph’ as you slightly hop and wrap your arms and legs around him. Tomura only broke the kiss to walk down the stairs.

But you. You on the other hand. You were shoving your face in his neck and sucking dark purple marks that’d be visible to anyone who ends up looking his way tomorrow and the following days of the next coming week.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to take so long. I missed you so much.” He tightens his grip around you as he makes his way to his room.

You stop your attack on his neck and your legs seem to tighten around him involuntarily.

“It’s okay Shig, I know you can’t control it.” He groans at that. Why do you have to be so damn understanding? It’s frustratingly hot.

“Gonna fuck you so nice and full. How does that sound baby?” Baby? The whine that comes from you when he says it has him pulling you closer. Accidentally but not so accidentally pushing your waist closer to his, making his already hardening member in his uncomfortably tight jeans twitch.

He closes and locks his door behind him when he strides into the room, thanking god for Kurogiri cleaning the rooms today.

He’s gonna have to start working on his messes and get used to cleaning them up of course. Just not this one.

“I’m gonna make such a beautiful mess of you babe.” Babe too? The way he pinned you to his bed so quickly had your cheeks flushing.

“I think I wanna start with your pretty legs pushed to your chest huh? How does that sound baby?” You nodded quickly.

“Please Shig, I’ve been dreaming about it, please fuck me-“ he chuckles and a hand wraps around your throat with the obvious exception of one finger, and he grinds his hips against yours.

“You don’t have to worry baby, I’m definitely going to fuck you, but I have to make sure it’s good don’t I?” You nodded and he’s tearing through the crotch of your fishnets earning a whine from you.

“Shiggy! These are new!” He laughs.

“I’ll buy you new ones, look at how pretty they look on your legs. I can’t help but want to ruin you in them.” His four fingers drag across your legs, the soft fabric of the fishnets dragged across your legs and you sighed contently.

“I got them for you.” He pauses at that and his cock twitches in his jeans once again.

“What did you just say?” Your cheeks are flushed and you’re looking away timidly.

“I thought you’d like them. I guess I was right?” He nods quickly and he’s finally undoing his jeans and shoving them down just enough to pull himself out.

“I fucking love them.”

“I’m gonna make this fun baby, you’ll be too wrecked to even go home tonight.” If your legs would have been around him, you would’ve tightened them around him, he could feel the way your thighs tensed while he held them against your chest.

“Awe and your parents will probably be so worried!” You whined at that and you’re finally looking down at his throbbing member. He’s way bigger than you were expecting, but not scarily huge.

The moment he pushes your panties to the side and starts sliding in, you’re wrapping your arms around his shoulders and clenching around him and he’s trying not to cry because you feel so good. You’re letting him do this and you like it. You want this just as much as he does, and because of that. He just can’t help the words that spill out of him.

“F-Fuck, s-so good, s- oh fuck, you’re heavenly!” And tears pool in his eyes as he and you both adjust because the euphoria you’re both feeling from just this is driving you both insane and his hips twitch forward.

“M’gonna move okay?” You nodded and as soon as he had placed his hand down on your thigh, he pulled away and halfway out of you, but the intensity of it all as he did it kept him from leaving your warm cunt.

“SHIT! Shit, Shit, Shit! Are you okay?” But you’re fine, in fact not a single scratch on you, and you’re just confused, but he’s too scared to risk it again.

“S-Shig, please move.” Suddenly he’s reminded of who you are. Where you both are. You’ve got tears in your eyes as you lead his hand to your neck, the same hand you should be decaying from currently. With his middle finger in your hand he squeezes your neck with a tighter force than you’re expecting but you moan and he’s dropping it. It wasn’t enough to hurt badly at all, it just caught you off guard, and apparently him too, his brain is rattled, you should be partially decayed right now.

“That was new.” He nods. Something seemed different in his eyes. He can’t focus now, not that he could before.

“I need to try something. Do you trust me?” You nodded and he goes for it.

He can pull away, is what he tells himself. But his whole hand is touching- no squeezing your thigh and nothing happens. So he puts his other hand down experimentally on your other leg and nothing happens.

That’s when his hands are pushing your thighs back to your chest and he’s plowing into you and you gasp and throw your head back.

“Shit- f-fuck Tomura slow down.” He halts his movements all together and bottoms out inside of you.

His hands let go of your thighs and you let out a breath of relief as you put them down. You were so incredibly full right now. On his end though, he’s holding on for dear life. The grip your cunt has around him is suffocatingly sweet and he’s trying to keep himself from cumming too soon.

“Hoodie off. As pretty as you look in it, I need to touch all of you.” He does the same, stripping his shirt and the same time, and twitching inside you when you take off his hoodie to reveal you were only wearing a bra underneath.

“You’re so beautiful. I need more of you. I need you so fucking badly it hurts.” You choked out a gasp when he twitches inside of you again.

“I’m here, I’m all yours, please move Shig I didn’t want you to stop.” You wrap your legs around his waist and the slutty shy moan you whine into his ear has him smiling.

“No Princess, you asked me to slow down. So I’ll take it nice and slow for you, okay?” He’s taunting you. You know he is, because his hands come in contact with the skin of your waist and the tears that had pooled in his eyes are slipping down his cheeks, but he wipes them quickly and pulls out to finally kick his jeans off the rest of the way. He’s just as desperate for this as you are. He’s just teasing you about it.

The slow thrusts he gives you once he’s inside you again make you actually start crying.

“Shig, please! Fuck me faster! I didn’t mean this slow plea-“ and you’re cut off by your own moans as he starts to pick up speed, bottoming out with each thrust and holding you against him for a good second every time your hips met.

“What would your parents think of you right now Y/n? Such a slutty little girl for your special villain huh? Fucking me in my dispensary and wrapping your thighs around my face in an alley? You’re all mine, isn’t that right pretty girl?” You nod quickly, but the words that come out of your mouth make him love you even more than before.

“I’m all yours Shig. I don’t care what my parents think, just want you, just wanna be with you.” His thrusts start to stutter at that but he recovers and suddenly grips your waist harder and thrusts quicker.

“Wanna be with me? Babe you are. You’re mine. No one will ever hurt you while I’m around.” His hips are stuttering and your legs are tightening around him as he spills into you and he’s wrapping his arms around you. Tears pool in his eyes once again and he’s holding you tightly against him as close as he possibly can while he fills you with his cum, and when he sees the way you’re looking up at him.

He goes feral.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine! Mine!!” Your vision blurs when he thrusts into you at a specific angle bottoming out once again as he stills and you cry out quietly but desperately while you cream around his cock.

“You’re all mine. My special girl. I love you so much. So fucking pretty when you cum babe. You’re so tight and warm. Gonna fill you so nicely and give you a baby. How’s that sound?” You nod quickly and he smiles.

“Good. So good for me babe. Gonna make you a mommy. You don’t mind, do you?” You’re whining and your legs are tightening around him, as well as your cunt. So fucking warm and welcoming, and he’s reveling in it.

“F-Fuck! Don’t d-do that, gonna make me cum again.” He’s whining and groaning in your ear as he pulls you closer and you push your hips up.

“I need you to fill me up Shig, I wanna walk around with your cum soaking my panties like you said, please, I need it Shig plea-nngh~” he’s thrusting again quickly.

He really didn’t need to hear anymore once you had said that.

“That sounds so hot babe, but you’re not leaving tonight. Not when it’s so dangerous at night, there are criminals. Don’t you know?” You let out a breathy laugh as he rolls his hips.

“You are that criminal Shig.” He leans forward, chest pressed against yours and his hands are suddenly roaming around your whole torso, squeezing and groping the skin as he wholeheartedly just feels you.

“Imagine the headlines Shig- Can’t you imagine? ‘Daughter of Pro Hero Electoplant gone missing?!’ Only for me to show up at home a few days later.” You’re laughing when you say it and he even chuckles with you, but the more he thinks about it the more he picks up the speed of his thrusts.

“Don’t want to leave you again. Just wanna cuddle all night and keep you warm.” His voice is cracking and his thrusts seem to slow stilling inside you as he shoves his face in your neck.

“Need to make sure you’ll come back to me.” He’s pressing his lips against your neck and it’s so foreign. Normally it’s his hands that wrap around your throat that makes you whine but as he nips gently and sucks roughly on your neck, you clench around him and he whimpers as he sucks harshly.

“If I’d have known that you loved me abusing your neck so much, I’d have started sooner.” Your legs tighten around his hips and it’s then that he realizes he stopped thrusting.

“S-So tight, fuck m’gonna cum again.” His voice is higher and he’s whining with each soft thrust as he pushes into you slowly again. The way you’re sucking him in has to be a crime because you’re so warm and squishy, and tight. He’s already convinced himself that he’s sleeping like this, buried inside you, that’s what he wants. needs.

“Gonna breed you. Fill you so nice and full. My beautiful baby. Gonna make such a beautiful mommy.” You’re cumming around his cock again as he says it, he had started to pick up his thrusts now and the thought of all of this was turning you on beyond belief.

You never really wanted kids, now thats different though of course. He’s changed everything.

“Doing so good Shig-“ he’s interrupting you before he himself can even register what he’s saying.

“Tenko. You say Tenko.” Your eyes bulge a bit as he picks up his speed.

“P-Please g-go harder Tenko plea-hnnGh~” Your whines come out desperately after that. You couldn’t seem to get a hold of yourself as he drills into you at a seemingly inhuman pace.

“F-Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck! M’gonna cum. Gonna fill you so nicely with my cum and cockwarm you after.” His hands squeeze your hips and the sight of your mouth agape, tongue lolled out, and eyes crossed seems to engrave itself in his brain.

“Say it again babe. Call for me, say my name.” You gasp out a desperate whimper and your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders.

“T-T-Tenko, please! F-fuck-“ you’re cut off by more whines and moans as he drills into you harder.

“So close. S-So fucking close babe.” He tightens his grip on your hips even more and you’re squealing as you squirt around him and he fills you up one final time.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight Y/n.” He lays his head on your chest and catches his breath.

“Can I stay? Feels so good.” He lifts his head to look at you and you nod quickly.

“M’so full Shig-“

“Tenko. Never forget what you’re allowed to use that others don’t know.” You blushed and clenched around him earning a nice gasp from him as he looks down to your connected areas.

“Tenko you’re so pretty.” Your hand reaches to cup his cheek and he tears up.

“W-What..?” He looked like he was going to cry as he looked into your eyes now, which ultimately wasn’t your goal.

“T-THAT’S NOT A BAD THING-!” You sputter and kiss his forehead while wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I know. I just- I’ve never- I never thought that-“ he cuts himself off by shoving his flushed face in your neck.

“You’re so fucking pretty Tenko. You keep me so safe and make me feel so special. It’s weird but if I didn’t have you I think I’d be losing my mind being stuck in that stupid pro-hero family.” He snickers.

“Don’t you have your license?” He’s snickering as he says it and you nod.

“Yeah, but I’m not an active hero, I only use my quirk when people are actually in trouble and I see it. Sorry but I’m not gonna become a hero just to be a shitty one.” He nodded. He admired your opinion on it to an extent. But why did you think you’d be a shitty one?

That’d be a question for another day, because his level of fatigue is finally starting to hit him and he’s falling asleep on top of you.

The next morning he’s still buried inside you with his arms wrapped tightly around you, but your phone is blowing up with messages from your friends, mom and dad, and Denki and you can’t reach it without shifting a bit.

“Damn it.” You felt the man on top of you managing to tighten his grip on you.

“Don’t leave me. Not yet. M’not ready yet.” His voice cracks as he says it, and you send your family group chat a quick message.

‘I’m with a friend. Be home soon.’ You were moving out in a few days anyway. It’s not like they could ground you.

“I’m not leaving Tenko. Just had to text a few people.” You’re reminded of those people as they start to spam your phone again.

Demanding that ‘NO! YOU NEED TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY!’ Not that you listened.

“I’m moving.” He tenses, and you can tell he’s scared to ask the question.

“Where?” You smiled.

“You know the apartment complex right across the street from my favorite sweets shop?” Please. Because if you’re playing with him, it’s not funny.

That’s five minutes away from here. He nods and you gasp as he makes a move to finally start pulling out of you.

“So there?” You nodded quickly and he chuckles.

“Come shower with me. Nothing else, I promise.” You nodded and you could stand. It was the feeling of his cum starting to move that mad you sit right back down.

He snickers and picks you up with the exception of his middle fingers again.

“Having issues?” You simply let out a cute little, ‘hmph.’ So he decides to leave it at that.

“Thank you.” You’re confused when he says it.

“For what?” He sets you down in the warm water that he had started running and the familiar feeling of his cum starting to run out of you comes back as he steps in.

You should be disgusted. Grimacing in fact. But as his cum finally starts to leak out of you he can’t seem to answer you for what he’s thankful for.

“That’s- I uhm, I-“ his face flushes and he shuts up when he realizes you’re just as flustered as he is.

“Y-Y-Fuck. You look so pretty like this. So vulnerable all for me.” He whispers it in your ear and the thought of you grabbing his dick never even crossed his mind. But then you do it, and he can’t help but fall a little more in love as you run your thumb over the slit of his tip, earning a loud whine as he bucks his hips forward.

You both eventually get out of his room. After more sex of course and more of his cum being stuffed inside of you.

What you really weren’t counting on however, was running into Pro Hero Hawks as you leave Tomura’s room, as he comes down the stairs.

“Y/n? What are you doing here? Your dad said that you haven’t been answering your phone-“

“Well- I mean, it’s weird. Using your phone in a dispensary and all.” You shrugged and he chuckled.

“For a whole day?” You coughed and sputtered before speaking again.

“Well! I should be on my way! Don’t wanna keep the pro heroes waiting!” You gave him little finger guns and Hawks grabs your wrist only for you to yank it away quickly.

“Don’t touch people for no reason Takami. It makes you seem pervy.” He goes to grab you again but you swerve past him to walk up the stairs.

“Kaminari! Are you a villa-“ you laughed before he could finish.

“No. I’m just fucking one-“ you cut yourself off by slapping your hands over your mouth.

“Welp. I outta go.” You’re up the stairs and out the door before he can say anything else, and it’s then that he sees Tomura leave the same room you came out of.

“I’m sorry. What?!”

#my hero academia #mha shigaraki #shigaraki smut #shigaraki fluff #tomura shigaraki #tomura x y/n #tomura x reader #tomura smut #tenko shimura #mha imagines #mha smut

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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Fake Enemies: Catwoman x Reader

Request: DCAU fic? You (the reader) are friends with Bruce and run into Selina/Catwoman. You have to stop her from stealing something but instead you fall in love with her. Thanks if you write this!

Summary: You start fighting crime in Gotham with Bruce, and find some unexpected love.

Words: 1200+

Warnings: none, maybe a couple swears and a dash of angst

Author’s Notes: This was really fun to write! Feel free to send in more BTAS requests!

You’ve been friends with Bruce for years, so it was only a matter of time before you found out about his little nighttime gig, and only a matter of time after that before you begged him to let you join him.

He reluctantly agreed, but now you go out with him whenever you can, and he’s trained you to fight and defend yourself. You have your own suit and mask and access to the computers, and some villains have started to take notice of your abilities.

Especially Catwoman.

You’ve fought her several times now, sometimes stopping her from stealing but never catching her. It’s almost like a game, and honestly you don’t really care or feel bad that you haven’t captured her. It’s not like her motivations are sinister, and damn is she pretty.

An observation you will never mention to Bruce, obviously. Heroes aren’t supposed to fall for the criminals after all, right? You wouldn’t want to end up like that poor Harley, constantly pining for the Joker even though he clearly doesn’t give a shit about her.

But still, your ears perk up a bit every time you hear that Selina’s the one causing trouble that night.

You hop into the Batmobile next to Bruce, slipping on your mask.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Of course,” you smile.

When you arrive at the destination, you spring out of the car and split up to different floors of the building. You go upstairs where some rare jewels are stored, most likely one of them was stolen.

You see a shadow move across the wall, and you run towards the source, but you don’t find anything.

“Well, hello,” you hear a smooth voice, and before you can turn your head she pushes you against the wall. “My favorite sidekick has come after me again, how sweet,”

“Just give it up, Selina,” you groan, shoving her off you. She obliges, tossing a diamond in her hand.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” she smirks. “I assure you I only stole it for admirable purposes,”

You reach for it, ducking a kick and a punch from her, “Look, I really don’t care about any of the stuff in here, I’m just doing my job. Plus you knocked out and injured two security guards to get in, and I’m pretty sure that’s an offense too,”

“We both work outside the law, honey, no need to act like it applies to us,” she shoves you to the ground. “You’re the one that should give it up. We’re not so different, you and I,”

You press your hands to the floor, slowly moving upright, “I just want to make Gotham a safer place, why don’t you?”

“This place will never be safe as long as there’s cowards and greed,” she sneers, lifting your chin and caressing your face, “When you finally realize that, feel free to come find me,” she releases it and slips out the window, just as Bruce runs up the stairs.

“She got away, I’m sorry,” you mumble.

“Are you hurt?”

“Just a few bruises and a little dizzy,” you rub your head.

“Well, the rest of the city seems pretty quiet tonight, you should get some rest,”

You nod, gazing out the window once more, the wind hustling through.

You wish you could say you brushed off your latest failure to stop Selina, but it keeps sticking in your mind. What if she’s right? What if everything you and Bruce are doing to help Gotham isn’t actually helping at all?

Sure, overall crime rates are down since the Dark Knight first showed up, but the big criminals are only getting stronger, and none of the root problems have been fixed.

You wait until a night Bruce doesn’t need you to head out on your own, and you make your way to the one place you think she could be.

There’s a few alleys in Gotham that you’ve spotted Catwoman in when she’s not causing any trouble. She likes to pet and feed the stray cats whenever she can, away from anyone who might bother her or them.

You stay in the shadows, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself. You slide along the walls and hear a familiar voice.

“Do my eyes deceive me?”

“I’m not here to fight you,” your hands go up in the air.

“Oh, I know you’re not,” she smiles, walking towards you. “So why are you here?”

“I just wanna talk,” you sigh. “Please,”

“Hmmm,” she circles around you. “Sure you don’t just like seeing me?”

“I-“

“No need to be embarrassed, you’re pretty cute yourself,”

“That’s not-“ you feel you face grow hot.

“Please, how long have we been at this?” she laughs. “I’m not the only one feeling it, am I?”

You stand still, but eventually you shake your head, “No,”

“Hmm,” she brushes some dust off your shoulder. “I see,”

Seeing each other becomes a regular occurrence after that.

You meet with each other whenever you can, and you help her to not get caught whenever you and Bruce have to go after her. It’s quite a lot of risk, but it’s worth it.

You fall for her harder every day, and now you can’t imagine a life without her. She’s compassionate and driven, she speaks her mind, and she loves you more than anyone has before.

You’re happier, more lively, and Bruce happens to notice.

“What’s been going on with you?” he asks one day.

“Nothing really,” you shrug.

“You know you can’t hide anything from me, I know you too well,”

You exhale, deciding to settle for a half-truth, “I’ve started dating someone, that’s all,”

“Are they treating you well?”

“Definitely,”

“Good. I’m glad someone’s making you happy,” he smiles. “But I sure hope you didn’t schedule a date tonight, there seems to be an issue downtown,”

You gaze at the beeping screen, alerting you of a security breech.

Well, not exactly, you think.

Just as you thought, it’s Selina, as well as a few other criminals teaming up together. She takes you aside as soon as she sees you, kissing you fervently.

“Missed you,” she sighs. “The Bat will be distracted with the others, shall we go?”

You nod excitedly.

“What’s going on here?” Bruce’s voice calls.

You freeze, stepping away from your girlfriend, lifting up your fists as if you were about to fight, “I got this, Batman,”

“No, you don’t,” he walks towards you, “I understand what’s going on now,”

“Please, let me explain-“

“You wanted to be a team, and you weren’t honest with me,” he says, glaring at Catwoman. “How many missions have you jeopardized over this?”

“Oh please, Batman, as if you wouldn’t do the same if you fell for me first?” Selina cackles. “They’ve done nothing wrong,”

Bruce is silent for a moment.

“I’ll see you later,” he mutters, flying off into the night.

Selina kisses your cheek, “Hey, at least he didn’t try to take me away from you,”

“You really think he’ll come around?” you ask. Bruce has never been mad at you before, and it breaks your heart to have broken his trust.

“Let’s just say we’re probably the least of his problems,” she laughs.

“You’re right,” you nod, turning to her to kiss her again. “It’ll all work out.”

#catwoman x reader #selina kyle x reader #btas #batman the animated series #catwoman #selina kyle #batman x reader #catwoman imagine #selina kyle imagine #dc #dc comics #dc imagine #dc comics imagine

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akiwirain · 4 years

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Persona’s Talk AU??

I keep seeing all of these cool headcanons about each of the group’s personas talking to them throughout their day ... and ofc I have to expand upon it, because it sounds so cool??

So imagine:

Ann: her persona is as fierce and fiery as she is. she’s constantly giving advice to Ann and just genuinely helping out. Carmen is supposed to be known for her charm and using that to make men fall for her, then discarding them.

Cue Ann getting asked out at school by some guy ...

“Uhh, well, you see—“

“Ooo, tell him yes!! He’s a bit cute!!”

“....No.”

Ann never listens to Carmen’s comments about woeing the men around her. Carmen isn’t the happiest about it, but Ann doesn’t mind much. She isn’t ready for a relationship and her persona will have to just accept that.

Ryuji: Using his awakening as an opening point, Captain Kidd reallt wants to just ... wreak havoc and let loose. He’s almost a fun side in Ryuji’s head, constantly wanting to have an adventure. He also helps a lot with Joker, by giving Ryuji advice on how to be a good right hand man.

Morgana: Zorro is known as a defender, along with being a masked outlaw (most of the personas are based off outlaws oof). I would imagine he would just aid Morgana in his quest to help others.

Cue Zorro chastising Morgana when he makes comments about Ryuji:

“He won’t get better with that talk.”

“Tsk, if he even has the mental capacity to get better.”

“Everyone has the ability to get better ... including you.”

Let’s just say Morgana does a lot of tuning out in these moments.

Yusuke: Goemon was a skillful individual who would steal from the rich and give to the poor. Using this, I’d imagine Goemon would help aid Yusuke in his aid to find who he is. His entire confidant link could be Goemon trying to help him find his way. When Yusuke gets offered the deal, Goemon is sure to tell him not to accept. Goemon wants Yusuke to make his own path and have a sense of self in all of his work. To not be tainted by greed, like his master.

In this way, Goemon pushes Yusuke and Yusuke is quick to agree and accept the help. Goemon maybe views Yusuke with a certain ... guardian-like view. I’d imagine he’d be proud when Yusuke finds his way.

Makoto: Johanna is based off of a Pope who disguised herself as male to well, be a Pope. She essentially goes against societies norms and with this, I believe she would push Makoto to push through the box she had previously been in. Whenever an adult asks something of Makoto now, Johanna is quick to inform her to choose her own path—be her own person.

When Makoto gets a bad feeling about who her friend is dating, Johanna backs her up.

“I agree, this man does seem rather suspicious..”

“Exactly! I have to investigate further.”

Johanna wouldn’t be afraid of trouble and would be just as rash as Makoto. In the end, they would each have good intentions, but wouldn’t want to be held back by the norms of society.

Futaba: Necronomicon almost seems like a reference to how Futaba was Medjed, but yet fake Medjed’s were made. Necronomicon was a book that ended up getting fakes circulated (along with a cult following ... yikes). I would imagine Necronomicon to be partially quiet. It wouldn’t say much, except when things get immensely serious and Futaba is spiraling.

Futaba might be out, seeing people and freaking out, but Necronomicon gives a simple,

“It’ll be alright.”

Somehow it works and Futaba doesn’t feel as alone.

Haru: Milady is essentially an independent woman (who don’t need no man (forgive me)). She was fierce and apparently rather manipulative and was branded a criminal, along with a villain. She would also bring others to ruin, more focused on personal gain.

I would imagine this would come up when Haru is so focused on being selfless. She has to overcome her reasoning and realize that no, she wants to change her father’s heart because she doesn’t want to marry, even if it’s partially for the people her father hurt. Milady would be quick to tell her to unleash this side of herself, learn to be selfish. I’d imagine after losing her father, Milady would be quick to comfort her, would be quick to lead her to want retribution for whomever was the black mask.

Maybe even lead Haru to thinking it was the Phantom Thieves at first?

Cue Sae meeting with Haru about the calling card and mentioning the principal:

“It seems we were deceived, my dear.”

“No. No, it couldn’t have been them. The-The principal ... that..”

Cue angst and Haru having to talk to the others, while Milady still is in the back of her mind, doubtful. Eventually she quiets, realizing that Haru truly belongs with them. She wants Haru happy, after all.

Sumire: Cendrillon is really just a French adaption of Cinderella. In essence, it’s Sumire putting on that gown and playing pretend (as in, being Kasumi, because Maruki allowed her to do so). Cendrillon relates to Sumi’s wishes and that’s what leads to them being so easily manipulated by Maruki.

Cendrillon, after being awakened, helps to keep Sumire motivated. She would be talkative during Sumire’s gymnastic practices and would get Sumire to truly do her best.

When Sumire finds out the truth after watching the video, Cendrillon is silent and practically in the same pain Sumire is. She knows what it’s like for that magic to disappear.

This is where things get interesting ... multiple persona users:

Akechi:

Robin Hood would be Akechi’s more ... childish side. The side that was more innocent and truly wanted justice for what happened to his mother, along with himself. Robin Hood is known to steal from the rich and give to the poor, much like Goemon. Robin Hood would be the side of Akechi that pushes him to do good.

Whenever Akechi is around the Phantom Theives, Robin Hood is loud. He likes to remind Akechi that .. “maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we belonged here. With them.”

Loki, on the other hand, is based off a trickster god in mythology. He is known for both mischief and trickery. I imagine this side is awakened from Akechi’s sense of revenge. It’s the more enraged side of him that he uses to paste the mask on day by day.

Loki likes to be loud and opinionated. He likes to remind Goro of his plans and how he can’t turn back now.

The two personas would essentially fight a lot and it drives Akechi insane.

Cue Akechi getting a text from Shido about a target in mementos:

“Come on, let’s just get it done now. We need to enact our revenge after all, don’t we?”

“We could stop now. We could end your pitiful father’s tirade here and enter his palace..”

Akiren: Arsène is his starter persona, so I’ll start there.

Arsène is known for targeting criminals and is essentially an anti-hero. He’s also known as a Gentlemen Thief! With this, I think he’d really just encourage Akiren’s will of rebellion.

Cue Akiren getting to LeBlanc late one night after a mementos run:

“Ah, you’re back.”

“Quick, think of a lie.”

“Uh-“

“You were at the bathhouse!”

“I was at the bathhouse...”

“Okay?” Sojiro never really cares and gets back to his crossword puzzles. Akiren is still grateful to Arsène anyway.

Ah, but his other personas...

At first, it’s okay. He has a small arsenal that he carries around and while some are louder than others, it’s tolerable.

Until Igor raises his stock.

Eventually, he has 12 personas in one sitting and it’s never quiet. No matter what persona he’s holding in stock, they like to talk to one another or make comments on his daily life.

Or, alternatively, it only matters what mask he is wearing at the time.

Say, he’s hanging with a certain friend, so he cues up the matching arcana of that friend. That persona is quick to make comments on how to achieve max results with that friend and how to advance their confidant.

Cue Akiren meeting with Ann and cuing up a Lover’s persona.

I’d imagine some of the persona get aggregated at never being useful besides being used for comments and never for combat.

Anyway! That’s all the Phantom Thieves.

I don’t know if I’ll do Maruki?? Or even maybe the second/third awakening personas? I think it might be an interesting concept though!

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal spoilers #sumire yoshizawa #kasumi yoshizawa #makoto niijima #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitawaga #ann takamaki #haru okumaru #futaba sakura #goro akechi #akira kusuru #ren amamiya #morgana #p5r spoilers #p5r

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misc-hamefura-etc · 3 years

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WN Bonus story - Made by everyone

One of the bonus stories from the WN that wasn’t included in the LNs (yet). This was mostly machine translated. If someone has a better TL let me know and I’ll take this down.

Otherwise it’s another cute story of Bakarina and friends! XD

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Made by everyone

My name is Catarina Klaes, 10 years old.

The only daughter of the Duke's family, the fiancée of the third prince of this country ... and the villainous daughter of the maiden game "FORTUNE LOVER" set in this world.

One day when I was eight years old, I remembered the memory of my previous life when I hit my head, and realized that I was reincarnated as a villain daughter who has only a ruin flag in the world of otome games!

So, by the time I was fifteen years old when the game started, I was trying to avoid the ruin flag, but ... I've come here and a big crisis has come!

It was this morning.

As usual, I asked Anne to peel off the blankets and wake me up, and the weather was nice, so I was eager to go to the garden dashingly, saying, "Now, let's work hard on the fields."

It was a ruthlessly devastated field.

The crops that were growing are full of holes, and the ones that will fall on the soil and will bear fruit are similar. In addition, there are sticky white things all over the place.

It's been a few years since I started to make a field in the garden of the Klaes family, and it's a garden of an aristocratic mansion. But ...

A foreign enemy has appeared here.

The garden was surrounded by fences and so that wild animals wouldn't come in easily ... but they were coming from the sky.

The appearance of several birds singing cutely with chips was adorable in the garden with a feeling of "pretty".

Recently, I felt that the number of visitors I saw at home has increased since when i first regained my memories.

However, no way they would ruin the fields I made with great care like this ...

"Damn ~, those sparrows!"

I cursed.

When I approach, it escapes temporarily, but when I leave, it returns to the field and finally pecks the fruit.

Quite a few visitors? No, it's done by the number of birds, so it seems that the precious vegetables will all be eaten.

In addition, their poop is scattered everywhere, so it's sticky with white poop all over the place.

This is bad, I have to take some measures!

Chair Catalina Klaes.

Congressman Catalina Klaes.

Secretary Catalina Klaes.

Now, let's break through the current situation and open a strategy meeting to avoid the crisis in the fields.

"Well, everyone, please give us your opinion to protect the important fields."

"Yes"

"……Can I have a minute? 』\

"Yes, please Catarina Klaes"

"I understand that the fields have been devastated and I'm shocked, but do I need to bother to hold a strategy meeting for this project? 』\

"Well, what are you talking about! It's a critical situation because our important field has been devastated! This is a meeting project! 』\

"... But the fields have nothing to do with our doom flag ..."

"Well, I've been enjoying it as a hobby since I knew that it wouldn't be form of communication with the origin of my magic, but ... I mean, now I've set the doom flag aside and it's a field! 』\

"... No, it would be useless if you left it. The doom flag. It depends on Catalina's life. "

"Well, it's okay, because the countermeasures have been put in place ... Well, the snake toys are getting better, and the dirt bump isn't like it's getting higher. 』\

"The quality of snake toys has certainly improved, but I don't think the soil bump has improved at all since the first year ..."

"No, there are times when it feels a little higher, even though it's a few millimeters."

"... It's probably because of that. I feel that 15 cm is the limit. "

"Oh, we're doing a lot about the Doom flag countermeasures, and for the time being, we've gathered in this way, so let's talk about the field countermeasures now."

"Yes"

"Well, that's right."

"So, do you have any good ideas? 』\

"Yes. You should avoid birds in the field. "

"For example, avoid birds? 』\

"Well, uh, put a plastic bottles on the fence? 』\

"Isn't that cat counter measures? 』\

"That's right. Then, the grandmother of the previous life didn't say that you should smell the dog. "

"I think it was a measure against nyctereutees."

(TL Note: sorry i have no idea what shes trying to prevent here)

"Then, what to do to avoid birds? 』\

"... a scarecrow?"

"That's it. Scarecrow! Grandma had a scarecrow in the field! 』\

"Good nice. If you put up a scarecrow, it would seem like there are people and the birds won't come near. "

"Okay, let's make a scarecrow right away! 』\

"Yes!"

In this way, I decided to start making scarecrows ...

"In the first place, how should I make it, can I do it if I have a tree?"

When I was thinking about how to make it, my brother Keith said

"What's wrong big sister?"

He kindly asked me, so I talked about the fact that the field was in danger due to sparrows and I was thinking of making a scarecrow as a countermeasure.

"... Scarecrow to avoid birds ... It's amazing what my big sister thinks. I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it properly, so why don't you ask the gardener or someone who seems to know more?"

"I see!"

Let’s just ask the gardener Tom Ji-chan.

I immediately asked Tom Ji-chan how to make a scarecrow.

Tom Ji-chan, who knows a lot, knew how to make a scarecrow and told me how to make.

I had gathered the necessary materials as taught.

Then, with Keith helping me, "Now, let's start making scarecrows!” And started preparing in the garden,

"Catarina, what on earth are you trying to do this time?"

My fiancé Geordo, the third prince of the country, popped up and asked with a smile.

(Geordo comes into the mansion with a free pass, so he always comes suddenly)

"Oh, Geordo, I'm going to make a scarecrow from now on."

"What is a scarecrow?"

Oh, the prince doesn't know about Scarecrows, well, he's the prince.

"Scarecrow is a doll in the shape of a person in a rural field."

"Oh, I think I've seen it from a distance, but why make such a thing?"

"That's right ----"

I enthusiastically talked about the crisis in the fields caused by sparrows, so I decided to make a scarecrow! After he got over his shock, he lowered his head as his shoulder trembled. (this is a common Geordo habit).

"If so, let's help me together." he said.

Geordo is a super high-spec person who can even work in the fields smartly, so I'm grateful for his help.

I asked Geordo for cooperation, saying "please".

This time, Geordo's twin brother Alan and his fiancé Mary also came to visit.

When I explained to them that we were going to make a scarecrow,

Alain burst with laughter, "No, you're just in the field, but I'm wondering what it's like to make a bird ward."

Mary said "Please let me cooperate for Catalina's precious field."

However, if the number of people increased to this point, it would be better to make several Scarecrows rather than making one Scarecrow together, so it was decided to divide the team.

"I'll make it with Catalina, because I'm her fiancé."

"My big sister originally intended to make it with me."

When Geordo and Keith started say those things,

"Katarina-sama, I'm here to play."

"Apologies for the intrusion"

Sophia and Nicole, the Ascart siblings also came --- the number of Scarecrow-making members increased to seven in a blink of an eye, so I decided to make three.

At Nicole's suggestion, "Because it's a hassle to divide up, let's draw lots," the lots divided us into three teams.

"Now, let's do our best"

"Yes, Catalina, let's make a nice scarecrow."

"I like cute things"

Me, Mary, Sophia's girl team.

"I mean, what is Scarecrow? Nicole, do you understand?"

"Oh, I've seen it before when I went to visit a rural village."

Alan, Nicole's team.

"... Well, why do I have to work with you?"

"Geordo -sama, I will return the line exactly as it is."

Geordo , Keith's team.

In this way, everyone made a scarecrow for each.

Everyone helped me with the fields, but it was also fun to do different work together.

And three scarecrows were completed.

The three scarecrows in the garden, the materials themselves should not have changed so much, but each one has its own individuality.

Scarecrow made by our girl’s team is like a cute girl with long hair and fluffy clothes in response to Sophia's suggestion that "I like cute things anyway".

Nicole and Alan team are said to have faithfully reproduced what Nicole had seen before ... It seems that it had a very good male style ... The result was a macho male style scarecrow. ..

And the team of Geordo and Keith ... they created a very realistic human-like scarecrow.

It was a scarecrow like a work of art that brought together the power of Geordo, who can do anything, and Keith, who is dexterous.

However, the impression of everyone who saw such a scarecrow was:

"It looks like it's starting to move."

"It's too real and scary"

"Why did you make it so real?"

"..."

It was not good enough.

For that reason,

"I told to make a human shape, so I just did what I was told."

"... I haven't seen Scarecrow. I don't know what it is."

Geordo looked a little sick, and Keith said that he was a little embarrassed, but when I saw the Scarecrows, I was impressed. They could definitely deceive the sparrows!

"If it looks like a human, you can definitely deceive a sparrow! Thank you for the wonderful scarecrow."

When I said that and thanked them, they looked down a little in the same way.

"... No. There is nothing like this."

"... Yeah. That's right."

They answered.

When I looked closely at the two people who looked strange, their faces were blushing.

Oh, no!

It wasn't that hot yet, but everyone had to work outdoors for quite a long time, so they got hot flashes!

The two of them made a particularly elaborate work of art.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice it. It was hot. Let's go indoors and rehydrate immediately!"

I'm sorry that I'm mentally older than everyone else, but I'm not sure.

I hurriedly took everyone indoors and served tea.

The tea after work was exceptionally delicious, and we all made scarecrows, so we talked about that.

Geordo and Keith were also glad that when they had tea indoors, their hot flashes seemed to have calmed down and their complexion had returned.

And three scarecrows were placed around the field of the Klaes family.

Girls, Macho men, and real humans.

Occasionally, the servant I saw was mistaken for a person and made a surprised voice, but thanks to him, the sparrow seemed to be able to deceive him well and did not come near, so he was able to escape from the crisis in the field.

#otome game no hametsu flag shika nai akuyaku reijou ni tensei shiteshimatta #my next life as a villianess all routes lead to doom #katarina claes #keith claes #geordo stuart #mary hunt #sophia ascart #nicol ascart #alan stuart

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The vines that bind us - Chapter 5

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“Yes.” Riddler seethed. “And I really don’t like it when someone uses mine in their ridiculous stories. Now, which of you can tell me where I can find Lila Rossi?”

Some cruel part of Mari wanted to laugh. Leave it to Lila’s lies to get the attention of one of the Rogues of Gotham. And Riddler of all people. That guy had an ego the size of Amusement Mile. He would definitely not take kindly to anyone telling tales about outsmarting him.

The kinder part, which was domineering, worried about her classmates. Edward Nygma was an unpredictable sociopath. Her mother always warned her against him. Gotham underworld could’ve been separated into three categories: Criminals, Goal-oriented, and Madmen. The first ones were usually greedy mobsters and thieves, such as Catwoman, uncle Floyd or Penguin. They were in it for profit or thrill and could easily be reasoned with. Poison Ivy often dealt with criminals when she needed something. The second category were those who had a goal and would stop at nothing to achieve it. Marigold’s mother was one of them, as were uncles Slade and Doctor Fries. The last category contained the worst part of Gotham’s underworld like Joker, Scarecrow, or Riddler, who cared only about carnage and chaos. She was always warned to stay away from them because they had no respect for anyone or anything and she would run at the risk of great harm.

Riddler ordered his people to spread through the room. Mari counted at least two dozen. It was bad. The employees were gathered into smaller groups guarded by three mooks. The guns were ready to fire. She really wished there was at least some flower in a glass. She could feel Tikki shifting under her suit. One look at Adrien told her Plagg was similar. The kwamis were worried for their holders. Chloe was the only one calm. She sat there with crossed legs and did her nails. Her steel nerves were incredible. Or would be if it did not attract Riddler.

“You!” He pointed his cane at the blonde. “Riddle me this. What happens to a small stone when it works ups some courage?”

“Wait. You’re speaking to me?” The girl asked. Riddler was a little baffled, but the cane was still pointing right at her. “Ridiculous! Utterly Ridiculous!” Chloe stared at the criminal. “If you think I have time to play some stupid trivia game… I mean seriously? Stones are dead. They can’t have courage.”

Mari facepalmed loudly. Leave it to Chloe to try and antagonize a madman with a gun pointed at her.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Wrong answer.” Riddler tried to press some button on the grip, but there was only dull sound. “What in the world?”

“Wait! I… I know where to find Lila Rossi!” Mari shouted, hoping to get Riddler’s attention away from Chloe before he managed to repair the gun. The class started to give her murderous glares. Adrien looked at her curiously.

“Oh! Do tell!” The criminal turned to her. When he hit the cane into the ground there was a loud sound of a gunshot that made everyone jump. The ground was now smoking. “Useless junk!”

“She is still in her office! I can lead you to her if you let my friends go.”

“Ha! Do you think me a fool? As if…”

“A little boulder.” Mari interrupted him.

“Oh. So you are smart. What about this: The person who makes it has no need of it; the person who buys it has no use for it. The person who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?”

“A coffin,” Mari said with a bit of hesitation sneaking into her voice. Why in the world was she trying to save Lila again?

“Good.” Riddler looked at her for a moment. “Fine. I will go with you. But if you try to deceive me…”

“Coffin?” Mari asked with a smile. Riddler frowned so she quickly returned to the scared expression.

The villain motioned for eight of his men to follow him and led Mari to the elevator. She was constantly at the gunpoint. Mari had to think quickly. She could try to lose them at the one fo the office levels or… she knew for certain where to find two living plants in the building. With a shaking hand, she pressed the top button. When Nygma gave her a raised eyebrow she shrugged.

“You must’ve heard about her dating youngest Mr. Wayne.” Mari lied swiftly.

“There was something about it on that cursed blog.” He mumbled.

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Slowly, the machine went up. The tensions were high and Mari for a moment wondered if revealing her heritage would be enough to scare them. Ultimately, she decided to keep it as an additional shock when they got to the office. She really hoped Mr. Drake would be kind enough to hide under his bulletproof desk and not fire her when he learned who her mother was. Oh well, it’s not like she needed that job too much.

The elevator paused one level below their destination, but the doors did not open and it refused to go higher. Her tablet started to beep. With all the stress, she forgot she had it on her the whole time.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

Slowly, she opened the tablet. An icon was blinking at her. When she pressed it, a video of them in the elevator popped up.

A large number of people without authorization in the elevator. Do you approve? Yes No

She pressed yes and the elevator started moving. She should really get some manuals for this thing. When the doors opened, she looked around. It was time for the show. She strode to the doors leading to Mr. Drake’s office. The Riddler and his mooks followed her. She pushed the doors open and immediately screamed.

“Get down!”

Rolling to the side, she pushed her powers to the limit, allowing the plants to seep her energy and grow. Vines shot from the pots and quickly grabbed the guns. Riddler, seething with anger, aimed his cane, but another vine grabbed it and ripped it out of his hand. The three strongest henchmen managed to hold onto their guns and started firing, but Mari was already safe behind the bulletproof desk. Good thing it was mentioned in the notes she inherited from Sarah.

She heard a loud cracking sound and felt that one of the plants just lost their pot. She silently promised it a more comfortable one and thanked for the sacrifice. Her green skin was now in full view. Accidentally, she pressed something on the tablet and now it showed the image from the lobby. She could see that the remaining henchmen were firing at something outside. The muzzles of their guns were flashing. Angry, Mari grabbed one of the drawers and ripped it from the desk. She leaned out from behind her cover and tossed it with full force. The projectile sailed through the air spinning before hitting the middle henchman in the center of his face. He fell down firing the gun all around the place. She could definitely hear something fragile breaking. Oh well. As long as she’s not the one paying…

The vines knocked out all but one henchman who was slowly backing away toward the elevator while firing at whatever plant got close. Riddler was now hanging by his ankles and wildly flailing his hands. The video of the elevator showed he was now there and resting. He thought her friends wouldn’t reach him. How cute!

Mari walked away from her cover and slowly approached the elevator. She heard the fashion disaster grasp when he saw her in her true form, but paid him no mind for now. She only had the vines gag him. The girl pulled the ninjato from its hiding place and smiled. When she pressed the elevator button, the criminal aimed his gun at her. She quickly leaned to the side while hitting the rifle with the palm of her hand. At the same time, she stabbed him in the leg with the sword. While he was screaming in pain she could easily rip the gun from him and then hit him with it, knocking him out.

The bluenette looked at the gun with disgust. Clenching her hand, she crushed the barrel before dropping it on the floor and approaching Riddler. The plants turned him around and restrained his arms.

“You! You tricked me!” He shouted as soon as his mouth was uncovered.

“Yes.” Marigold smiled sweetly. “Is that a problem?”

“You… Oh no no no! That won’t do! I can stand being outsmarted by Batman. I will not be defeated by some schoolgirl with feeble meta-powers playing Poison-Iy look-alike. For a moment I thought you were her.”

“Look-alike?” the girl asked. “I don’t look that… Just because I have green skin I’m suddenly Poison Ivy look-alike?” She shouted at riddler.

“The hair is wrong, but otherwise your face is very similar.”

“What?” Not believing him, Mari walked over to where she left her tablet and looked. True, her face changed a bit. She still had some of her qualities that easily marked her as Marinette, but her face was no longer that round, instead taking a more oval shape. Her nose was now smaller and lips fuller. She really looked more similar to her mother. And yeah, the green skin made it obvious.

“You’re done preening yourself?”

“Sure. Now let’s go back to the fact you attacked my friends and made my first day at work even worse!” Her steel gaze rested on Riddler, who felt very uneasy. The vines squeezed his wrists and ankles a bit.

Gulp! “On second thought, I have nothing against preening. The look is important after all…”

“Said the guy with Hawaiian shirt under a suit.” Mari deadpanned. “I don’t have time for this.” She asked one of the vines to smack him in his head, swiftly knocking the supervillain out. With that out of the way, she walked over to the plants and thanked each of them individually. She gently picked the one with a smashed pot and placed it with the other one.

“Now can you behave for one night? I promise I will get both of you better pots tomorrow.” Mari giggled when both of them hugged her with their leaves. Tikki floated out of her pocket.

“Marigold! I was so worried! They were armed and you were not Ladybug! There would be no cure if something happened!”

“Don’t worry Tikki. I had a plan. Mostly…” She looked around the devastated office and her equally devastated workplace.

“But now your boss will know your secret!”

“You know what?” Mari smiled. “I don’t care. I’m Marigold Isley and this is Gotham, not Paris.”

“But the word will get out!”

“It will anyway since I’m going to search for my mother Tikki.” The girl tried to calm the frantic mini-goddess.

“Fine.” Bug-like spirit huffed before zipping around the room, passing through the head of each and every henchman, ending her trip with Riddler. “There! They will remember how you took them all down with some martial arts.”

“You’re the best Tikki!” Mari hugged her Kwami to her cheek. The mini-god nuzzled affectionately.

Marigold willed the green to disappear from her skin and have the hair return to normal. Eyes were always the hardest, but she got the green under some control. Quickly checking the video feed from the lobby, she saw that there was no more firing, but Police did not yet enter. They must’ve been waiting for the bat.

Looking around, she finally realized that her boss was nowhere to be seen. Strange. She could’ve sworn he was still in his office when she left. While possible that he left shortly after, he would’ve been in the lobby and he wasn’t. The other option was that he went straight to the garage, which was possible. After all, the CEO ought to have some luxurious car. Yeah, that’s probably right.

She pulled her phone and typed 911. Time to get some professional help.

“Nine one one, what’s your emergency?”

“Hi! I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m on the top floor of Wayne Enterprises with a knocked out Riddler and some of his men. If you could please connect me to whoever is leading the negotiations?”

“Madame, this is not a joking matter.” The voice in her phone scolded her.

“Do you believe I’m joking? I’m standing here with a bloodied ninjato and eight men unconscious men plus Edward Nygma who decided to become a fashion disaster since I’ve last seen him.” Marigold answered in a harsher tone. “Today I had one of the most stressful days of my life. First, instead of being an intern I suddenly got hired as a Personal Assistant, then I had to explain to Lex freaking Luthor that I’m not a doormat. If that was not enough, I’m stuck in this job for six! Months! Add to that, because of some mistake in communication Damian Wayne decided to attack me with ninjato. After that Security was really unhelpful. I finish my first day of work only to have Riddler parade into the building just as we were to leave. And I had to improvise because he was about to shoot my friend who, while I love her, needs to learn to shut her mouth sometimes!” Mari shouted, putting all of her frustration and withheld anger into it.

“I’m sorry madame. I will check what I can…”

“You can connect me to whoever leads the police downstairs or I can toss them Riddler from the top of Wayne Tower.” Mari was honestly done. She would do it. Chloe said it herself that it was a tall building.

“Listen here you little…” Whoever she was speaking to was suddenly cut off and she heard a different voice.

“Gordon here. Who’s that.”

“Are you the police officer in charge down there?”

“What you mean down there? I thought we managed to evacuate everyone from the upper floors!”

“Oh. Good. I was worried about how many people he actually held hostage. I’m on the top floor with a knocked out riddler and some of his men. I don’t exactly have anything to tie them up with…”

“How exactly did you end up up there!” The man asked. “Is batman with you?”

“He was about to shoot one of my friends so I lied to him and got him to follow me to the elevator. I used a moment when he was distracted to take him out.”

“Madame. I really hope it’s not some joke.”

“I…” She wanted to speak, but there was some static on the other side of the line

“Miss Dupain-Cheng. This is Batman.” For a moment she was unsure how to answer. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“I need you to try and tie the men you got up there. They will probably regain consciousness soon. Do you have zip-ties or at duct tape in your office?”

“Not that I’m aware. It’s my first day. Oh! I can use their jackets!”

“Do that. Riddler’s men downstairs are unaware of what happened with you. If they get wind of their boss being defeated, we don’t know what will happen.”

“Rodger that.” She proceeded to tie them up until Riddler was the one now having his hands bound by the suit he wore. His were tied with really strong vines. She would not risk anything. “Batman? are you there?” Mari asked to her phone.

“Yes.” Came after a moment. “Are all of them tied?”

“Yes. I used the destroyed plant for Riddler. I thought we could benefit from him still wearing his suit somehow.”

“I sent Robin your way, Miss. He will be coming through the vents. Please try not to attack him on sight.” Batman said in a tired voice. She suspected there was a story behind it, but she was too tired to care. Awkwardly, she took a seat in her chair, which now had several bullet holes but was still mostly comfortable. The waiting was killing her. She was all alone in a room full of downed henchmen.

“Um… So how is your day Batman?” She asked, wanting to break the silence.

“...” There was no answer at first. “It was mostly fine until Nygma showed up.” More silence. “I heard from Nightwing that he would have a hilarious story to tell once he got home. I’m not sure if I should already be worried or not.”

A smile forced its way onto Marigold’s face. She suddenly thought about Batman sitting in the middle of a room with the other members of Batfam running around playing tag. She did it once with Allegra and Claude when their parents had their get-togethers.

A sound in the vent broke her out of reminiscing. She added two more names to the list of people she would have to track now that she was in Gotham. She picked the sword and slowly walked toward the vent. Batman warned her that Robin was coming, but one couldn’t be too cautious.

A boy close to her age appeared. He was wearing a horrendous traffic light suit. At least his cloak was black on the outside and had a hood. The outfit first Robin wore was an even bigger disaster, so there was some progress. Maybe in ten Robins, she would actually be able to not be embarrassed to be seen in their presence.

“Miss. Please don’t point the ninjato at me.” He asked when he stood up.

“Sure. I didn’t want to get any surprises. What now?”

“Police is monitoring the situation downstairs. They wanted to enter with full force, but with so many hostages we’re afraid about casualties.” Robin spoke in a very formal tone. Too formal for her liking.

“I have the monitoring on my tablet.” She walked to the desk and showed him the feed. “I count fourteen hostiles. They are in six groups with two to three guns each.”

“I don’t need a lesson in tactics.” The vigilante got angry.

“And about motive? One of the interns posted a video about another intern helping you guys take Riddler down. He really didn’t like it. I’m plenty certain he came to kill her in a very dramatic way.”

“That… complicates things.” Came Batman’s voice. She forgot he was still on the line.

“Miss. Do you know who is the intern he is after?” The police officer asked.

“Lila Rossi. She is one of my classmates. She is the one that is now surrounded by a crowd of young people comforting her while she is crying crocodile tears.” Mari showed her at the screen to robin. “I got Riddler to come up here under the pretense of leading him to her. The floor would be mostly empty and my boss has a bulletproof desk.”

“Tt. And what exactly was that supposed to achieve?” Robin stared at her.

“Gee! I don’t know. Maybe he would no longer be pointing his gun at my best friend!?” She looked at him. “Not everyone carries Kevlar to work.”

“Robin!” Batman reprimanded him.

“Fine.”

“We can’t give him what he wants, especially after you took him down, Miss,” Gordon spoke. “To be frank, I don’t see it ending any other way than a full-frontal assault. We have snipers in position and SWAT ready. They are only waiting for a green light.” A deep sigh made its way through the line. “I only regret how many lives it will put on the line.”

“What if we got some of them out?” An idea formed in Mari’s head.

“I don’t see it happening unless Riddler gives the command directly,” Gordon said in a solemn voice.

“Leave it to me.” Marigold was determined to save as many people as she could. She was so decking Lila for this situation.

The small girl stormed toward Riddler. She grabbed his shoulders and shook him violently. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

“What… You! You tricked me!”

“Yeah. Get used to it.” She picked her tablet and started recording. “You will give the command to your people to let half of the hostages go.”

“Riddle me…” Before he could finish, Marigold grabbed him by the laps of his jacket and dragged him toward the large window in Mr. Drake’s office. She dropped the criminal, picked the drawer, and smashed it into the window several times. There wasn’t even a scratch on the glass, but the drawer was now chipped in several places. She looked at it and shrugged.

“I’m out of patience today. You can either give the command or I will open the window with your face.”

“Miss! I can’t let…” Robin tried to intervene, but she pointed the drawer at him.

“Shut up. I want this day to end.”

Since Riddler was still silent, she picked him by the scruff and was about to smash him. “Fine! Fine! Fine!” He shouted. “Bring me the walkie-talkie.” He pointed at one lying close.

“Do I look like an idiot to you? Record the message here.”

“As you want.” He leaned closer to the tablet (or as close as she was willing to let him). “Let go of half the hostages.”

Mari stared at him unamused. She dropped him on the ground and walked to where the sword was dropped. After picking it she returned to where the villain was desperately trying to crawl away.

“Miss! Please cease it at once. We do not torture criminals!”

“No. You just pat them on their back and let them go.” She deadpanned and turned to Riddler.

“Really? Oh wow. That’s just cold.” She heard from the phone. A new voice joined Batman and Gordon.

“Wait!” Riddler squeaked. “Let go the number of hostages that would be half of seventy-five if half of five was three!” He shouted very loudly.

Mari nodded and handed the tablet to Robin. He already held a walkie-talkie. After he played the message, there was some ruffle on the other side, but Mari was too tired to care. The girl grabbed her tablet from Robin and opened the feed from the lobby. She saw some confused henchmen before one of them shrugged and started pushing people outside. When Marigold noted that Adrien and Chloe were among those who left the building she let the air out. Only then she realized that she was holding her breath.

“It worked! We got thirty-three out. That’s over half of them.” Gordon shouted ecstatic. “You are a hero miss! Branden! You’ve got your green light!”

The girl had enough. She hanged up and pocketed her phone. Still holding the sword, she walked into the elevator. Mari didn’t press any buttons, but she leaned over the wall and started whistling a lullaby her mother used to sing her when she had a nightmare.

The memory of a soothing voice that carried her to sleep many times allowed her nerves to settle. She could feel adrenaline slowly leaving her body. The tension left her muscles one by one and she slowly slid to the ground.

“Tt. It’s safe to go down.” Robin startled her. She immediately jumped and pointed the sword at him. The boy was clearly unamused by being threatened with a ninjato… again. Mari lowered her weapon and pressed the button that would take them to the lobby.

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When the doors opened, Mari was quickly tackled by a missile that was a worried Chloe Bourgeoise. “Mari! What were you thinking!?”

“I don’t know… Maybe that you were about to get shot?”

“Oh… right…” That shut Chloe up easily enough.

“Excuse me, Miss Marinette?” An older man in a brown trench coat asked. He had a neatly cut beard and graying hair. “Commissioner Gordon. We spoke on the phone.” He extended a hand

“Ah. Yes. Thank you for trusting me.” Mari nodded and took the offered handshake.

“If not for you, casualties would definitely be higher.”

“Higher…” Mari repeated weakly.

“Oh! Um… Yes. I’m sorry, Miss. Some of our men got shot in the gunfight.”

“Will…”

“There are also… Damn.” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“How many?” She could feel her eyes tearing.

“Three civilians and four security guards...”

“Seven…” She gave a barely audible whisper.

“I know this must be hard, but…”

Marigold was no longer listening. She left the building and walked to where the class was gathered.

“I’m telling you! She must be working with that madman. You’ve seen how quickly he trusted her!” Lila was talking loudly.

“Rossi.” The girl said in an emotionless voice. Kim and Ivan wanted to stand in her way like usual, but she pushed through them without breaking a sweat.

“Didn’t you cause enough drama…” Lila never got a chance to end that sentence, because Mari delivered a straight one strong enough to send her flying several feet back before she came crashing down. Blood pouring from her nose.

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#maribat #maribat au #Batman #Mother!Ivy #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #miraculous #dc #MLB #mlb x dc

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sophie-writings · 4 years

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☁️ Synopsis: Bakugou just might have the biggest tiniest crush on you, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to admit it to anyone — or even himself. Inspired by: “I won’t say (I’m in love)” from Hercules.

☁️ Character: Katsuki Bakugou

☁️ Type: Scenario. Pure fluff and in denial Bakugou.

☁️ Warning: Light cursing.

☁️ Note: This is the first long fic I’m doing for this blog, so i guess this is a especial moment? As promised, the Bnha x Disney songs is here! Kirishima’s next on the list, can you guess which song was chosen? Tip: lights.

"I'm not saying it!" Bakugou says, glaring daggers at his best friend before huffing and averting his gaze to the door he so desperately wanted to reach.

"Oh, c'mon Bakugou!" Insisted Kirishima, still blocking the blond's way. "You like her ever since that day."

That was undoubtedly true, even though Bakugou wouldn't admit it to himself or the others.

You both first met on your first day at UA, and you were just another classmate he didn't really pay attention to. You tried to be friendly with Bakugou at first, just like you were with the rest of your classmates, but the explosive boy didn't seem to be open to the idea of friendships, so you eventually gave up. If you didn't cross his way — which you usually didn't, no words were exchanged.

But that changed with time, after the fateful day Bakugou was rescued from the league of villains.

You were never really close to him, but the guilt of not being able to help your fellow classmate was eating you inside out, especially because you were so close to grabbing his hand when he was taken. So you joined the rescue team alongside Kirishima and the rest.

The smile you had on your face once he was safe and the hug he found himself unable to run away from made his heart beat faster than ever before.

"And you're terrible at hiding it too, dude." Teased Kaminari, who was the first to notice the sudden change in Bakugou's behavior whenever he was around you. “Why deny it?”

That too was true.

Bakugou found it harder than ever before to maintain his cool when you were around. It was like his already sweaty palms got sweatier whenever you got too close to him, he could feel his heart pound against his ribcage and wondered if his heartbeat as always been this loud and if people can hear it too. He found himself sighing more and getting lost in thought while staring at you.

It was like the stupid third-grade crush he had all over again, only that this time it didn't last a week.

"I mean, how could he hide it? They're so pretty!" Chirped in Mina getting dangerously close to his face, but this time he couldn't even shove his pink friend away because his mind was wandering elsewhere.

You were really pretty, no one could go against that.

You couldn't blame Bakugou for staring at you for a second too long. Who wouldn't?

He eventually caught himself noticing small details he never did before.

Like the way your eyes twinkled when you ate your favorite meal during lunch, or how you would scrunch up your nose when eating sore candy. Sometimes he couldn't help but smile whenever your tongue would stick out of your mouth when you were doing difficult math exercises. Only to realize he's been smiling at you for the past thirty seconds and bury his face in his hands in frustration.

Oh God, he's really seeing you through rose-colored lenses and it was so obvious.

"Just admit it." Now it was Sero's turn to intercept. "You got it bad." The raven-haired boy snickered and nudged his friend's side with his elbow, causing Bakugou to huff in annoyance.

"Okay, let's say I have this small interest on them — which I fucking don't!" He adds before the rest of the group could use it against him. "Why does it matter?"

He really couldn't see what confessing his very minor interest in you would do. Okay, he might get really nervous when you're around, recognize your scent if you walk into a room, and even let you touch him more than anyone else without yelling or huffing, but so what?

"You confess and tell them how you feel?" Kirishima said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, earning a "are you fucking serious?" look from Bakugou back. “Just give in, you’re in love!”

“Are you crazy? In love? Me?”

"Confess? Really Kirishima?" Mina asked, and pointed at Bakugou who was still staring at Kirishima as if he had grown a second head. "This guy can't even admit to himself he has a crush on them." "I don't-"

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

The sudden notifications coming from everyone's phone expect for Bakugou's was enough to stop the ensuing argument. The blond cursed under his breath while the rest checked their phone and cooed at whatever they were looking at.

"What the fuck is so damn interesting?" He asked crossing his arms and peering over Kirishima's shoulder.

His eyed widened once he caught a glance of the image and he snatched Kirishima's phone from his hand to get a better look at it.

He wished his eyes were deceiving him because there you were sitting next to a guy he has never seen before. The guy's arm was over your shoulder and you were smiling — the smile he really liked — to the camera.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" He literally spat. "Why didn't I get this picture?"

"Bakugou, you’d leave the group chat every time I tried to add you." Kaminari deadpanned. "They send pictures like this all the time."

"You should've added me again then!" He snapped back before swiping to see the rest of the pictures you sent to the group chat.

You really sent a lot of them. Some smiling, others cutely pouting at the camera, and some with the other classmates.

His eyes widened when he realized you sent a picture of you pouting and pointing to him in the background. The caption read "grumpy Bakugou won't join us for game night :(" He could feel his face get warmer after knowing you actually realized he was missing during the group activities. He swiped again and his eyebrows furrowed when he saw another picture of you and this mystery guy.

"Okay, that's enough of staring for today." Kirishima said, taking his phone back from Bakugou's grasp.

"Who's that guy?" Bakugou was enraged, there was no other way to describe it. Why did you have so many pictures with the same guy? Why has he never heard of him before? And why did he care so much?

"Take a chill pill dude." Kaminari sighed. "That's just her cousin, he visited one and everything, don't you remember? — oh you were sleeping." Kaminari words felt like annoying prickles to Bakugou and he was getting really tired of his friend's nuances.

"But you see that irritable feeling you had when you saw them with another person? That's called jealousy." Mina sang. "And if you don't confess soon, they'll find someone to actually date."

"They wouldn't do that."

"Why not? They're single" She continued. "And not to mention, super attractive!" Added Sero.

"Shit..." Bakugou muttered and sat down on Kirishima's bed.

He was in it deep, his friends were right. But having a crush this big was just something he never imagined would happen so soon in his hero-in-training life. He didn't want to be slowed down by things like love, but it's not like you would slow him down right? You were strong and capable, and maybe, just maybe, you could even help him reach new height, right?

Oh, there he goes again. He really can't stop his brain from making up scenarios in his head and finding an answer every time he comes up with a reason why he shouldn't have a crush on you.

"Okay..." He whispered, loud enough for his friends to hear and stare down at him. "I might have a little crush on them."

"I fuckING KNEW IT-" Kaminari couldn't even finish his sentence because Bakugou sent a pillow flying to his face, successfully throwing him off balance.

The rest of the group simply ignored Kaminari's complaints and focused on Bakugou's speech.

"I... I don't want to see them with somebody else."

"Then confess! Tell them you like them." Cheered Mina.

"Do I really need to say it out loud?" He averts his gaze. Bakugou really wasn't the one to turn down a challenge, but the risk of rejection seemed too high to his liking.

"How else would you say it?" Asked Sero, cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"I don't know! This is my first time doing something like this, how am I supposed to know?!" He says in frustation, grabbing a handful of his hair.

"First say it out loud! Just admit to yourself first." Said Kirishima, sitting next to his best friend while patting his back as a sort of comfort. He could realize that while he was really book smart and strategic, he was still emotionally dumb. "Just say it."

"Okay, whatever." He breathed in and out, before opening his eyes in determination. "I like — fuck, this is stupid."

"Just say it, OH MY GOD." Even chill Sero was losing his temper.

"OKAY FUCK I LIKE THEM OKAY?!" The whole room fell silent with Bakugou's sudden burst and his friends could only stare at him. They were used to Bakugou's outbursts of rage since they happened almost daily, but they rarely came accompanied by red blush across his cheeks.

"Great!" Kirishima was the first one to break the silence as he got up and grabbed his best friend by the arm, pulling him up with him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Asks Bakugou once he's on his feet again.

"Now you go out there and tell them that."

"Right now?! Are you crazy?" Bakugou backs up. Oh hell no, he couldn't confess yet. Just admitting it to himself and his close group os friends was too much for the day, he didn't know he could handle confessing to you right now.

"Do you want someone else to beat you to it?" Asked Mina while typing away on her phone.

"Of course not, I said that alre-" Before he could end his sentence, Mina showed his her phone, which had a thread of texts between you and her, asking you to meet her outside in five minutes. "Then go Bakugou."

Bakugou cursed to himself before opening the door that led out of Kirishima's room. "You're all screwed when I get back." He states before slamming the door behind him.

"Your love muses will be waiting." Was the last thing he heard before starting this walk.

Bakugou mind races as he walks towards the spot he was supposed to meet you, opting to take the stair so he had more time to think. Admitting he had a crush on you to the world was hard enough, but confessing seemed like a whole ‘nother level. He couldn't help but think about all the possible negative outcomes that could come out of this decision.

“Fuck... what am I doing?”

Maybe things were good as they were right? Sure, he couldn't hold your hand and kiss you like he has been picturing the past few days, but at least you talked to him and made the effort to be in his life. What if after he confessed his dumb feelings to you, you just straight up rejected him and things between both of you get awkward? How was he going to handle that?

"Bakugou?"

The familiar voice was enough to pull him out of the trance-like state he was in. He was so deep in thought he didn't even realize that he had reached the meeting spot and you were there waiting already.

Damn, did he make you wait? Maybe he should've taken the lift, I mean, summer's coming but it was still spring and maybe you're feeling cold. Oh shoot, you're staring at him, maybe he should answer right?

"Hey..."

You smiled realizing it was really Bakugou and what your eyes weren't playing games with you. Ever since you've realized that the admiration you felt towards Bakugou was only platonic and that you had a big fat crush on the hot-headed boy, every single attitude he had seemed to mean something more. His long stares, the way he would get nervous when you were around and the oh so light smile he would send your away would make your heart flutter and send you back to your room overthinking his actions.

"I thought Mina was supposed to meet me here?" You asked, still glad it was the blond who came over to meet you.

"Yeah..." Bakugou couldn't concentrate on the matter at hand. How could he when you looked so good just by standing there? You were already on your summer pajamas and he couldn't help but blush at the sight of the moon shining on your skin. " I actually need to tell you something."

"Ah, sure! I'm all ears" You tried your best to sound as confident as possible, but the truth is, doing so is hard when you have your crush standing in front of you. Everything about the situation screamed "cliche rom-com confession scene" to you and you didn't know if your increasing heartbeat was because you wanted it to be exactly that, or because you were afraid he was just going to ask for your English notes.

"Look, this is my first time doing something like this, so if I fuck it up just bear with me for a second okay?"

God, he must be sounding so stupid. So weak. So vulnerable. So not him.

But then again, this wasn't something he would normally do. Heck, his original plan was to graduate without even having the need to make friends or get into a relationship. He just wanted to be the best, but there he was. He had a small group of friends and was even considering bettering his relationship with Deku.

Nothing like that was ever part of his plans but they happened. And he sure as hell wasn't backing away now.

"I think I like you, no fuck it, I do like you!" He said staring at you dead in the eyes. "I didn't want to admit it at first but the truth is that... ever since that day, you helped shitty hair and the others, I've felt a different way towards you, and if you don't feel the same way then-" "No."

"What?" Bakugou stopped on his tracks and he could feel all the air getting sucked from his lungs.

"Oh Gosh, that sounded really bad." You say panicking. "I meant, no don't say that because... I really like you too Bakugou!"

Everything about the situation felt unreal.

From the way his words left his mouth to the fact that you were hugging him at the moment, breathing in his caramel aroma, making you melt to his touch. All of those nights overthinking about his actions and imagining how things could go if only you had to courage to confess would cease to exist, and now you would actually live every single scenario you made up in your head.

Bakugou was only glad he listened to his friends and told you how he felt. Not that he would tell them that, he sure wouldn't. And he also wouldn't forgive the fact that they were spying on you at the moment, but he could deal with that later.

Now he wanted to find out if your lips were as sweet as he imagined.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fic #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou scenarios #bakugou katsuki scenarios

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angelthebedsheet · 4 years

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a/n: @tom-hlover i hope this was to your liking! it was a lil hard but i do love tom holland’s spidey so here it is! i just assumed that it was a romantic relationship too !!

lets get it!

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okay so first things first?

yall are ATTACHED at the hip

ned and mj clown peter for this all the fucking TIME

like he always walks you to class and sits next to you in class

peter we get it you want this melanin dial it back

and you are a superhero FIEND

anyone who knows you knows you go feral for superheroes and spiderman specifically

mj knows this, ned knows this, peter definitely knows this

mj always just gotta give peter a look like

whenever you start gushing about whatever spidey did that night

“peter did you see him last night?! he looked so amazing!”

“ah yeah n/n i saw!”

internal SCREAMING

like his beautiful amazing talented spectacular crush and best friend is fawning over him ???

mind boggling brothers

i mean your lockscreen is one of those press hold ones that move? so at first it’s a group picture of you, peter, mj and ned then you hold and boom its spidey swinging

peter found this out by accident and simply lost his mind in his room

you would do ANYTHING to see spidey in action and anYTHING TO HELP

bbg just wanna be a hero too 🤪

this day peter couldn’t come over to your house this time bc of his internship and had to leave early

aka code word for spidey shit to do lmao

and you’re a lil bummed

“but petey it’s wednesday and we were supposed watch mean girls and legally blonde.”

“i-i know i’m sorry n/n i’ll make it up to you”

mj and ned heard that and LOST IT

you frowned watching peter book it outta there like the lights were out

i mean my mans usain bolted it

mj and ned couldnt go home with you either so that sucked

you didnt usually walk home by yourself and honestly you really didn’t want to

it mf queens man. it’s not the safest place in the world

you started walking home and decided to buy some snacks n shit bc you saw them glazed donuts lookin real SCRUMPTIOUS AND FRESH in that packet

now you got the snacks secured in your bag and ready to go

you’re walking down the sidewalk when you hear some grunts and scrapping sounds?

you look down the alleyway and literally see your idol spiderman cornered

nuh uh not on your watch

you dropped your bookbag and tied ya braids/locks/afro back and took a running start

just as spidey was about to get punched you KICKED that mf straight in the cheek

spidey is like ????

“get got bitch!”

y/n???? awSHIT

its YOU

on one hand that was badass and two WHY ARE YOU HERE AND NOT HOME???

you grabbed a random pipe laying around and went ham on that bitch

peter is like confused and panicking as he stands up

you are handling your shit you aint need no mf powers

you got the black nasties on that was powerful enough

you are deadass yelling BITCH each time you hit them

peter snaps outta it and pulls you back

bc damn they knocked out alr you were bashing that hoe IN

you drop the pipe and turn to spidey with that big ol smile

peter felt his knees buckle

“you okay spidey? you looked like you needed some help?”

holy shit?

“u-uh t-thank you y–miss”

he had to speak from the belly with that

(i can hear my chorus teacher going SING FROM YOUR DIAPHRAGM)

while yall chatting it up another villain swooped in and threw some shit at yall?

idk how to describe it but it damn near almost impaled you but thankfully peter’s spidey sense kicked in and he pulled you out of the way

even though now you’re in fucking DANGER you’re losing your mind bc you are pressed up against peter’s chest

like damn spidey you really built like that?

peter on the other hand is like shit

cant let the loml aka crush slash bestfriend get hurt but i gotta fight these mfs....

he’s like fuck it man we gon dip just this once and picks you up

“hold onto me real quick?”

“o-oh okay????”

you’re living the fuckin DREAM and wrap your arms around his neck

peter’s trying to stay professional but ... girl you smell good asf and you basically intoxicating babyboy

then he just tHWIPS it outta there and hooks his foot onto your bookbag

shit was sexc even tho that didnt make much sense

yall SWINGING thru the streets with a lil funk and soul

you’re fully living the dream now baby!

he kinda just kicks his foot up and you catch your bookbag before wrapping your arms around his neck again

he swings yall onto a building roof top and you’re in awe

you’ve never seen queens like this before

he lets you go

“woah....”

“beautiful right? one of the benefits of being able to swing around”

“i know thats right...”

he’s just admiring you now

lil did we know tony stark PEEPED that shit thaNKS KAREN

you noticed spidey just staring at you and you lwk feel your cheeks heat up (bc black people don’t blush ❤️)

spidey you deadass left two CRIMINALS out in the open like hurry up

“h-hey can we take a picture together? i wanna show my petey that i met you!”

MY PETEY?????

“o-oh uh sure? also who’s.... who’s petey?”

“oh he’s my best friend! technically his name is peter but i love giving him nicknames.”

bitch oh???

you turned on your phone and show him your lockscreen pointing at peter

“isnt he just adorable?”

palms are sweaty knees weak arms are heavy

“ah. do you. do you like him?”

you kinda just unlock your phone while looking away

“y-yeah i mean who wouldn’t? he’s perfect... 👉🏽👈🏽”

PETER INTERNALLY WENT

bro HE’S ASCENDING

YOU LIKE HIM????

PETER PARKER???

HIMS???

THIS WHITE BOY FROM QUEENS?????

“you like peter?”

“yes.”

“peter parker?”

“yes?”

“oh thank god”

“i beg your pardon?”

PETER....

“oh i um i said that b-because i know him and im pretty sure he likes you back”

“oh???”

“y-yeah. he talks alot about you”

my mans are you really... snitching on yourself?

he really being his own wingman...

“really?”

“yup. i get it too. you’re. you’re beautiful.”

you went

😳

🕶🤏🏾

are my eyes deceiving me or is spiderman calling me BEAUTIFUL???

now yall both flustered

you’re thankful for your beautiful melaninated skin

peter’s thankful for that mf mask

“t-the picture”

“o-oh right”

cue tony PLOTTING like a mf

yall take two cute lil selfies together before spidey realizes he on the fuckin JOB

“ah i have to go let me take you home. where do you live?”

and you tell him your address even tho he already had it memorized by heart

he swang you to your doorstep and waved you goodnight before going back to handle those criminals

after that peter’s finally on his way home when tony pipes up

“was that the girl you always talk about”

“m-mr. stark??? you saw that??”

“all of it. she’s badass i want her on our team.”

“?!”

that night you got an email from tony stark and you RANG UP PETER SO QUICKLY TO LOSE YOUR SHIT ABT NOT ONLY TONY BUT SPIDEY TOO

“PETER OMFG BRO LOOOKKKKK I GOT AN EMAIL FROM TONY AND I ALSO MET SPIDERMAN TODAY. HAVE THE GODS FINALLY CHOSEN ME AS THEIR FAVORITE FOR TODAY????? JAJDJSJDNSKDNXN”

“t-that’s amazing n/n!”

the next day at school you absolutely GLOMPED him and mj

you are BUZZING with energy

mj’s kinda like?? did peter dick you down or some shit why you this hyped in the morning???

peter alr knows and is internally screaming into the void bc you like him back????

you’re already showing mj the pictures like “BRO LOOK HE EVEN HELD MY WAIST YESTERDAY!!”

ned is like 😏

mj is like 😌

they giving peter the LOOK

bc bro.... cmon now peter.

mj and ned dip leaving you to gush to peter alone

“do you think i can really be a hero petey?”

“d-definitely n/n i mean you did save spiderman yesterday”

“you’re right!”

peter has lost his shit too many times

“also petey. i like you alot.”

cheek kiss and dip

petey boy is stunned standing there in the halls like 😳

then he revives himself like ik this pretty bitch didnt just kiss and dip me like that

now he chasing you

alls good

mj and ned got blackmail too

#spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #spiderman x black!reader #tom holland #tom holland’s spiderman #ned leeds #mj watson #x black reader #x female reader #spiderman headcanon

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coffintownkids · 4 years

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Alrighty! Ch. 32 is done and such brings an end to the 朝露 arc. I’m sure y’all remember the cute scene in The Untamed/CQL when WWX comes across a group of kids playing make-believe about the Sunshot Campaign. This is the chapter where that takes place. However, as previously mentioned, we’ve actually never met pretty much any of the characters involved first-hand. So this is again slowly filling the readers in about how the world perceives all these characters.

I couldn’t decide what part I liked best...So you get the entire scene! Very long post beneath the cut.

*EDITED* @weishenmewwx was nice enough to help me fix a couple of errors. Thank You!!!

The group of children stopped chasing it, then gathered together to start seriously wracking their brains over it, “What do we do since no one shot down the Sun? It fell by itself, so who’s the Leader now?”

One of them raised a hand, “It’s obviously me! I’m Jīn Guāngyáo and I killed the greatest villain from the House of Wēn!”

Wèi Wúxiàn sat on the inn’s front steps and watched on with great pleasure.

In games like this, there was boundless high regard for the Chief Cultivator Liǎnfang-Zūn. Of course, everyone would welcome playing that role the most. Although his background made people too embarrassed to speak of it, it was precisely because of it that him climbing to the highest position made people gasp even more in admiration of his achievements. During the Sunshot Campaign, he had acted as a spy for a number of years and had been a natural at it. He had run around in circles deceiving the entire Wēn Sect of Qíshān both inside and out, having them divulge countless secrets without even realizing it. After the Sunshot Campaign, he was fawned over in every possible way with terrific amounts of cleverness and an extreme variety of methods. Finally, he took the position of Chief Cultivator and became the person fully deserving of ranking first among the multitude of cultivation Houses. Such a life can be called legendary. If was playing, he would also want to try out for the part of Jīn Guāngyáo. Picking this little boy to be the Leader was just common sense!

So JGY is super well-liked by everyone, or so we’re led to believe at this point in the story. It’s mentioned in the novel very early on that he is JGS’s bastard, but it’s definitely pretty much glossed over and this certainly makes it sound like nobody cared about his “embarrassing” history. (We will come to learn this is, in fact, bullshit.) BUT, WWX does seem to think quite well of him.

Fun language bit about the “fawned over in every possible way with terrific amounts of cleverness and an extreme variety of methods.” The sentence uses 百般, 千般, 万般 to show the increase of how much praise got heaped upon him as 百=100, 千=1,000, and 万=10,000.

My other takeaway, which I think the show did a pretty bad job at conveying, was the passage of time and that JGY was actually with the Wēn Sect for years.

Moving on.

Another one of them protested, “I’m Niè Míngjué and I’ve won the most battles and have had the most captives surrender to me. I should be the Leader!”

‘Jīn Guāngyáo’ said, “But I’m the Chief Cultivator.”

‘Niè Míngjué’ raised his fist, “So what if you’re Chief Cultivator. You’re also my sān-dì, so you won’t see me running off with my tail between my legs.”

As expected, ‘Jīn Guāngyáo’ was rather well-suited at getting into character. He hunched his shoulders and ran away.

Sān-dì (三弟) just means third brother. AKA JGY was the youngest within 3zun.

Then another kid said, “You’re the one that died young.”

Since he had chosen to be a certain cultivation head, he naturally had been looking forward to being said cultivation head a little bit. ‘Niè Míngjué’ got mad, “Jīn Zixuān, you died earlier than I did. You had an even shorter life!”

‘Jīn Zixuān’ was unconvinced, “So what if I died younger? I was ranked Number Three!”

“Being ranked Number Three just means your looks were ranked Number Three!”

At that point, one of the little boys seemed tired of both running and standing, so he slowly walked over by the steps and sat down by Wèi Wúxiàn. He waved his hand like he was some sort of mediator and said, “Alright already, there’s no need to fight about it. I’m the Yílíng Lǎozǔ, so I’m the most awesome.”

Wèi Wúxiàn, “……”

He glanced down and, sure enough, the little kid was carrying a little branch at his waist that was probably meant to be Chénqíng.

There was actually a child pure enough to not bother arguing about good and evil. He was only debating the value of combat abilities and had willing taken up the honor of being the Yílíng Lǎozǔ.

Another kid said, “No way. I’m the Sāndú Shèngshǒu and I’m the most awesome.”

The ‘Yílíng Lǎozǔ’ rather understandingly said, “Jiāng Chéng! What can you do that’s better than me? When haven’t you lost to me? How is it a good idea for you to say you’re the most awesome? Aren’t you embarrassed?”

‘Jiāng Chéng’ said, “Hmph! How am I better than you? Do you remember how you died?”

Wèi Wúxiàn’s faint smile got wiped right off his face once his meaning sunk in.

It was like being jabbed with a highly poisonous needle without warning and it sent faint prickling pain throughout his entire body.

Oof. That is a lot.

The ‘Yílíng Lǎozǔ’ next to him clapped, “Look at me! On my left is Chénqíng, on my right is the Tiger Seal. Plus I have the Ghost General. There are none beneath Heaven that are my equal! Hahahaha…” He had a stick in his left hand, a stone in his right, and was laughing hysterically, “Wēn Níng, come out!” A kid in the back of the crowd raised his hand and weakly said, “I’m here…that’s…I want to say…during the Sunshot Campaign, I didn’t die, either...”

Wèi Wúxiàn felt that he couldn’t not interrupt.

He said, “Fellow cultivators, can I ask you a question?”

The children had never had an adult take part when they played this game before, let alone one that didn’t scold them and was completely serious about asking them a question. The ‘Yílíng Lǎozǔ’ was giving him a strange and guarded look as he said, “What do you want to ask?”

Wèi Wúxiàn said, “Why don’t you have any people from the Lán Sect of Gūsū?”

“We do!”

“Where are they?”

The ‘Yílíng Lǎozǔ’ pointed at a kid that hadn’t opened his mouth to say a single word from the start, “That’s him.”

Wèi Wúxiàn looked at him and, sure enough, he was completely fine-featured and looked like a charming child. He had a clean, white string wrapped around his forehead to serve as his head ribbon. He asked, “Who is he?”

The ‘Yílíng Lǎozǔ’ disdainfully curled his lip and said, “Lán Wàngjī!”

…Great. This group of children grasped his essence. If you’re playing the part of Lán Wàngjī you really ought to shut up and not talk!

Then suddenly, the corners of Wèi Wúxiàn’s mouth began to curl again.

That little poisoned needle got pulled out and he didn’t know what cranny it got tossed into, but all the stinging pain had instantly been swept away. Wèi Wúxiàn said to himself, “It’s both wonderful and strange. He’s such a stuffy person. Why does he always make me feel so happy?”

*yelling* Why does he make you so happy, WWX? Any guesses?

I’ve seen this translated as “boring” instead of “stuffy” so I’ll explain a bit. The word used is 闷 (mèn) which can be read as boring, so that’s not wrong. But, it’s a little more nuanced than that. It can also mean something “sealed tight” or “suffocate” or “shut indoors.” Like how a hot room without circulation can be called “stuffy.” But in English, we can use stuffy to mean someone that’s kinda old-fashioned and very stuck on being prim and proper. Which certainly is someone people might consider “boring”! I just didn’t think “boring” alone really captured it though.

Of course, this is when LWJ finally emerges from his Fortress of Solitude (after needing time to get through his Gay Panic.)

When Lán Wàngjī came downstairs, he saw Wèi Wúxiàn sitting on the steps and sharing a steamed bun with a group of children. Wèi Wúxiàn was eating his bun while directing two children that were back-to-back in front of him. “……There are currently countless Wēn cultivators before. They’re all armed and they’ve got you completely surrounded. Keep your eyes sharp. Yes, just like that. OK. Lán Wàngjī, pay attention. This isn’t the current you during peacetime. You’re covered in blood! Your killing intent is so heavy! Your expression is so fierce! Wèi Wúxiàn, get a bit closer to him. Aren’t you going to twirl your flute? Let’s see you twirl it one-handed. Have pizzazz. Do you know what pizzazz is? Come let me teach you.” ‘Wèi Wúxiàn’ made an “oh” sound and handed over the thin stick he was carrying. Wèi Wúxiàn rather skillfully and swiftly twirled ‘Chénqíng’ around between two of his fingers, causing the group of kids to whoop with excitement.

Lán Wàngjī, “……”

He quietly walked over and Wèi Wúxiàn saw him coming, so he brushed off the dust from his backside and called out his goodbyes to the kids. It had been so easy to just stand up and walk along the road with a smile. It was oddly like being drugged.

Lán Wàngjī, “……”

Wèi Wúxiàn, “Hahahahahaha, I’m sorry, Hánguāng-Jūn. I ended up sharing the breakfast I bought for you with them. I’ll buy more for us in a moment.”

Lán Wàngjī, “Okay.”

Wèi Wúxiàn, “How about it? Weren’t those two kids just now cute? Who do you suspect the kid with the string around his head was imitating? Hahahaha…”

He was speechless for a moment, then Lán Wàngjī ultimately couldn’t help saying, “……What exactly did I do last night?”

It definitely couldn’t have been anything simple. Otherwise, why did it make Wèi Wúxiàn keep laughing???

Wèi Wúxiàn kept waving his hand, “No, no, no, no, no. You didn’t do anything. I was just being silly, hahahahahaha…Alright, ahem, Hánguāng-Jūn, I swear I’ll talk business.”

Lán Wàngjī said, “Go ahead.”

Apparently WWX missed his calling and should have gotten into theater!

And poor LWJ is still panicking.

So now they’re off to Shǔdōng and we’ll be starting the Yi City arc next.

#mdzs #ctk reads mdzs #mdzs translation #my translation

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A liar, bug and bird ch4

ch1 / ch2 / ch3 / ch4 / ch5 / ch6

The time they spent in Gotham became crazier every day. Lila tried to stay as quiet as possible, those two men kept appearing on every tour, sometimes with a mystery girl around their age, and the amount of Gotham rogues/ sort of villains they ran into was just too high to be called a simple coincidence. Two days after their run-in with Harley and Ivy, the Riddler decided to crash their tour of Gotham’s Museum of Modern Art. They were one large group, just walking into one of the halls that was relatively empty, when suddenly every exit was closed by metal bars (think Copycat at the Louvre). They looked around bewildered, trying to find some way to get out, but before anyone could even do anything, a sinister disembodied laugh sounded through the hall.

“Riddle me this, young children. We’re five little items of an everyday sort; you’ll find us all in ‘a tennis court’. What are we?”

The class finally saw someone emerge from the shadows. He was wearing a hideous green suit with purple question marks that made it even more dreadful, and a hat that was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, according to Chloé, who was sure that Marinette would agree with her. While the Riddler sauntered towards them, leaving the few other people alone, Jason and Dick made sure to discreetly warn their family. Jason pressed a hidden button on his phone to activate the distress signal, while Dick called Damian so that the rest could listen to what was happening inside. As soon as he picked up and heard the riddle-loving villain instead of hearing Grayson, in combination with Jason’s signal, he went to get Mari so she knew what happened as well. When he told her, she just sighed and said:

“Honestly, after Harls and Ivy, i should’ve seen this coming. Let’s go.”

Meanwhile. The class was terrified. This was their third villain in about as many days. Speak about rotten luck.

“So, does anyone know the answer? If not, I’ll maybe have to maim someone to give you some motivation, no? What about a more simple one? Who has hair like the night sky, a heart of gold and classmates deceived by lies that are told?”

“Wh-what are you talking ab-about? W-we don’t kn-know anyone l-like that!” Alix tried to be brave, but it was clear that she, like the rest of her classmates, was unnerved by the one that held them hostage.

“You don’t?” He acted surprised. “So, you’re not Mari’s class then?”

“Y-you know Marinette too?” Someone said from the relative safety of the group. Alix thought it was Rose, but wasn’t entirely sure.

“‘Course I do! She’s got almost every one of us wrapped around her finger! You do not want to know the amount of heart attacks that has caused her boyfriend, t’s positively hilarious and cute at the same time to see those two together!”

Riddler’s demeanor changed in an instant, from cold, calculating and threatening villain to a happy and proud gushing man while talking about Marinette. It seemed he was going to keep on talking, but the windows were busted in before he could and three figures entered. Black Bat, Robin and a relatively new bird everyone called Wren (because of her color scheme as well as her being seemingly temporary and the bird being migratory, and both were tiny) stood in front of the class, and Wren was the first one to speak.

“So, what are you up to this time, Nygma?”

“While hello pretty birds, just teaching those heathens a bit of respect, while letting people answer my riddles of course!”

“Of course”, Robin answered sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, “and of course you didn’t threaten them about what would happen if they didn’t know the answer.”

“Oh no, that I did”, he stated, sounding proud. “This class has been very disrespectful towards someone very dear to me, so now they will have to accept the consequences.”

The three rolled their eyes, knowing who Riddler referred to, and Marinette as Wren made a mental note to ask the Rogues to lay off her class. They deserved it, but she didn’t want the villains going back to Arkham for petty revenge. She had a silent conversation with Robin before saying something again.

“Alright, how about this. If I can answer your riddles correctly, everyone goes free.”

“And if you don’t?” Riddler stated curiously.

“Who says I won’t?” She threw back, a calculating smirk on her face.

“I’ll take the challenge, pretty bird! Riddle me this, what is Joan of Arc made of?”

Wren grinned. Tikki would love that one for sure.

“Maid of Orleans”, she answered easily.

“Alright, riddle me this, how many sides does a circle have?”

“Two, the inside and the outside.”

“You’re a smart little bird, aren’t you? Riddle me this, what is it that no man wants to have, but no man wants to lose either?”

She smiled maliciously. “A lawsuit.” That was something her class was going to have to deal with very soon, and she couldn’t wait to see their reactions.

The Riddler grew more and more frustrated. This new little bird was able to keep up with him, no matter how difficult the riddle!

“Alright, I’ve got one for you”, Wren said after a couple more riddles that were pretty easy for her to answer (she invented some of those with him, so duh). “What is green and purple and just lost his hostages?”

“What?!”

With him being so focused on trying to beat Wren, he hadn’t noticed Black Bat and Robin getting everyone out through the windows.

“And now it’s your turn, mister fashion disaster.” With one well-aimed punch she knocked him out while he was too busy berating himself over being so unfocused. She felt a bit guilty for doing that, because as Marinette they got along great as she invented some riddles with him sometimes, when she wasn’t busy and came to visit everyone in Arkham. Still, she couldn’t just let him escape, so with a heavy heart she let the police take him back.

After making sure everyone got out unscathed, she, Robin and Black Bat went back to the Cave to change out of their uniforms. Damian saw she wasn’t her usual bubbly self, and could guess what caused it.

“Hey Shieae Alqamar, I know you didn’t like to do that, but it was necessary to get the class out of there”, he told her softly. He guided them to one of the sofas near the fireplace in the living room and let her cuddle up to him, hiding her face in his chest.

“Yes, I know that, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel like I betrayed Nygma for the class that does nothing but belittle me.”

“I know you feel like that, that’s why I might’ve made sure his cuffs weren’t as secure as they technically should be”, he whispered in her ear. Yes, the Riddler was technically still a villain, but every rogue’s behavior had improved a lot since Mari went to visit them regularly. She really brightened up everyone she came in contact with, which is why Damian was okay with Riddler escaping a bit sooner than he usually would. As long as his Moonbeam went to find him and tell him to lay low, he wasn’t really worried about something similar happening very soon.

#maribat #daminette #ml salt #ml x dc

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Hi! “I can't pretend anymore!” + “That sounds a lot like ‘goodbye.’” for Todoroki Shouto please! also, may I have a link to ur masterlist? (○ﾟεﾟ○)

A/N: Debating on whether or not I want to write a second part to this (Pro Hero!AU)

The next request I have is more fun and sweet, I promise

p.s. here’s a link to my masterlist (my bnha section is embarrassingly small, please send in some more requests!)

“I can’t pretend anymore!” + “That sounds a lot like a ‘goodbye.’” from this prompt list (feel free to send in a sentence(s) and a character)

Part two of this fic is available here: Despite the Fights, I Still Love You

Summary: You knew what you were getting into when you decided to date a pro hero, all of the secrecy, the late nights waiting up for Shouto to get home. Despite this, you couldn’t help the anger forming whenever he’d miss yet another date night, the nausea you felt when you saw him fighting a tough battle, or the wave of jealousy that came whenever you saw hundreds of fans online talk about how “good” with whoever he was working with. So, you had to ask yourself: is it even worth it anymore?

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In all honesty, you should’ve known that dating Shouto would be tough, he was a pro hero after all. So, you felt as though you should be a bit more understanding when it came to certain things, like not telling people that you two were dating, in fear that you’d be used as a pawn for the villains one day, or whenever you had to rush to the hospital because he pushed himself too hard, the fear gripping your heart as you prayed that he wouldn’t be dead. However, it was hard to be so understanding when it came to being stood up, once again, in your own damn home, which was currently where you were now.

It was your four year anniversary with Shouto, and you wanted to surprise him with a stay-at-home date, since neither of you liked to go outside anyway. You had texted him earlier, making him promise that he’d be home tonight, but gave no further instructions after that. For the past few months, you’ve felt that you relationship with the man had been at a sort of stand-still, or perhaps it was declining, you weren’t really sure. It seemed as though every time the two of you could finally be alone, Shouto was called in for work. Whether it be due to a villain outbreak, a rescue mission, or just to give a surprise lecture at U.A., you two just never seemed to have the time for each other anymore. It also didn’t help that, whenever he’d come back home, he either rushing off to bed to sleep, or you were already passed out on the couch, waiting for him. Sometimes, a small voice in your head was telling you that he just didn’t care anymore, that you two feel into some sort of lull, where he knew you’d always be there, so there was no need to try anymore. Of course, you’d push those thoughts back, feeling guilty that you’d even think that way. The man was busy, there was no way he could possibly be in two places at once.

So, you decided to change things, starting with your anniversary dinner. Tonight, you two would finally get to relax together and have an actual conversation. You truly did go all out, setting the table to resemble some fancy restaurant, lighting candles to set the mood, and even going out of your way to buy some roses from a cute little flower shop not too far away from you. Unsurprisingly, you decided to make soba, hoping that the dish would make your boyfriend smile, something you hadn’t seen in a while.

Once you had everything all set up, you rushed off to your shared bedroom to finish getting ready. Taking off your normal loungewear, you slipped into a nice pair of pants and a simple top, not wanting to be too dressed up, but not too underdressed. Checking yourself over in the mirror, you let out a deep breath, one that you didn’t know you’d been holding in.

Exiting your room, you decided to sit down at the table, a content smile resting upon your lips. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. Quite honestly, you were looking forward to ogling your handsome boyfriend while the two of you ate, since God knows how long it’d been since you’ve been able to do that. Also, to be a bit more sappy, you were just elated that Shouto had found the time to come home early and eat a proper meal with you. Though you didn’t want to admit it, you often found yourself worried about him, not only because the line of work he was in, but also because you were worried that he wasn’t taking proper care of himself. You could tell that, every night he came home and passed out, that he wasn’t getting enough rest, and, perhaps your eyes had deceived you, but one early morning, around three, you were almost certain you saw him just pound down a packet of espresso. Not mix it with boiling water, no, but just eating straight up powder. So in your mind, you felt justified in your worries about his eating habits.

Fidgeting with your hands, you looked up at the clock. He was currently ten minutes late. You didn’t worry too much about that, since you knew that Shouto was probably finishing up some last minute paperwork. After all, he did promise that he’d be here tonight.

However, ten minutes soon turned into twenty, and then twenty turned into an hour, then another hour, and another, until the man was three hours late. To say that you were upset would be an understatement: you were angry. This was the fifth time the man blew you off, and those little voices of doubt were starting to come back. Your patience was running thin, and you could only be understanding for so long.

Deciding to wait just a bit longer, you slumped back into your chair, pulling out your phone to do a bit of mindless scrolling through social media. Unfortunately for you, this was probably the worst decision you could’ve made for yourself. As soon as you opened your app, you were bombarded with pictures of “Pro Hero: Shouto” with a trainee at his agency who was just a bit too close for comfort. Normally, you weren’t the type to get jealous, as you were used to seeing him be fawned over by thousands of girls and boys, but, the way that he was smiling with her, that was what threw you off.

You hadn’t seen him look so happy in months. Seeing that, some girl could get him to smile like that, but you couldn’t, it wore off the last of your seemingly endless patience. Looking at the comments underneath the photo didn’t help either. Most of them were about how “cute” they would look together, wondering if she’s his secret “girlfriend.” It pissed you off. You were no longer angry, but instead full of seething rage and jealousy.

Rather than hurting what was left of your pride, you stood up, nearly knocking down the chair with how aggressive you were, and began to pack up your dinner. Rummaging through your drawers, you took a Tupperware dish and carelessly tossed the soba in, slamming the lid down once you were done. Afterwards, you started blowing out the candles, which, wasn’t that big of a task, since most of them fizzled out on their own.

In your own silent fit of rage, you didn’t notice the door opening, revealing your irritatingly attractive boyfriend. Hearing the slams of the cabinets, he winced slightly. Walking towards the kitchen, he peeked his head in, curiosity overtaking his tiredness.

“(Y/N)?”

Now, Shouto wasn’t really fearful of anything, as he’d pretty much seen everything in his line of work. But, when you whipped your head around so fast that he was sure you’d given yourself whiplash, he felt terrified. Not because he was afraid you’d do anything, but because he’d never seen you look so angry and, heartbroken.

“(Y/N),” He repeated, slowly walking towards you, “Are you—“

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay.”

He stopped in his tracks, unsure of what his next move should be. It probably wasn’t in his best interest if he continued to move towards you, as you looked ready to tear his head off his body, which he had no doubt you could. But he also didn’t want to just stand there and look like a moron, though, it was his current and only plan of action. You didn’t seem to appreciate his silence, as your eyes seemed to glow with frustration.

Was it a bad time to admit how radiant he thought you looked?

“I can’t pretend anymore!” You yelled, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation.

He blinked, not quite processing things. “Pretend..?”

You pointed a finger at the man, stalking up to him. “I can’t keep pretending that everything’s fine when it’s not!”

Before he could interject, you poked his chest with your index finger, “No! You listen to me now, I’ve given you plenty of opportunities to talk to me.”

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to be with you? I’d like to think that I’m a fairly considerate person, but you’re pushing me past my own perceptions of patience! These past few months you’ve barely said anything to me! The best I get is a ‘good morning,’ or ‘sorry, I’m too tired.’

“For the first few weeks, I could handle it. I knew you probably needed your space, so I did my best to give it to you. But weeks started turning into months, Shouto. Did you ever think of how your shitty distancing would impact me?”

You could see the annoyance welling up in his eyes, but you were too angry to care at this point.

“Don’t think that I don’t see those pictures of you and the trainee, either. I haven’t seen you smile like that in months. At this point, I just need to know if you’re even invested in this relationship anymore?”

Shouto staggered back, as if you hit him. It wasn’t long until his anger rivaled yours, though.

“You can’t just pin this all on me. A relationship is a two person job, you know.”

You honestly felt like you were on fire with how much anger rushed through your body. “I’m aware! I’ve been doing most of the work to keep it afloat!”

He scoffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes a bit. “You’re being dramatic, you know I can’t be here all the time, I have a job to—“

“Yes, yes, I know. You have a ‘job to do.’ I just wish you could be a bit more sympathetic to the situation! Or, better yet, make some time for us.”

“What do you expect me to do? Quit working as a hero?” You’d never seen so much contempt in his eyes, how absolutely upset he was.

“Why are you putting words in my mouth? All I want is for you to put some effort into this relationship. You assume that I’m just always going to be here, but I have needs too, you know!”

He sneered, no warmth behind his eyes. “You knew what you were getting into when you decided to date me,”

Just like that, all of the anger had dissipated from your body. With the adrenaline leaving your body, all you felt was how tired you were, how your bones ached, and how much you just wanted to be done with all of this. It felt as though you were just fighting a losing battle, and any shred of fight you had in you had suddenly disappeared. Looking back up at Shouto, you sighed.

“You know what? You’re right, I did know what it meant to date you. Had I known where we’d be now, I’d seriously question whether this was the right decision.”

Side stepping, you pushed away from him, slowly walking towards your shared bedroom. “I’m tired of fighting for us when you obviously don’t care,”

You could hear the small gasp coming from him, but you were too tired to care. You felt drained and all you wanted to do was sleep. Before you could turn the corner, his voice froze you in place:

“That sounds a lot like ‘goodbye.’”

Shrugging your shoulders, you took a steadying breath. “Maybe it is,”

Looking over your shoulder, you let a pitiful smile grace your face.

“Oh, and Shouto?”

His eyes met yours, tears threatening to fall over at any moment.

“Happy anniversary.”

#bnha #mha #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #todoroki shouto x reader #shoto todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader

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