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maple-the-awesome · 1 year ago

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He's Becomes a Dad || Part 2/2

Part 1

Pairing: Twilight, Warrior, Sky, Wild x Reader

Overview: Congratulations, you're new parents 🎉 Some of the Links are prepared. Others...might need a moment to gather themselves. But rest assured! At the end of the day, they're all going to get a handle on this whole dad thing. Warning: Mentions of miscarriages for Sky's section. Nothing to detailed, but it's there so beware 🙅‍♀️

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It's never been a surprise to you that Twilight would want kids of his own. He never even had to say it aloud, you could just read that look in his eyes whenever playing with the village children. It was a wordless yet ever so contagious request: I want this. And how were you to deny him? Just look at him!

Simply put, children were a top priority of yours almost as soon as you married. It didn't take long for you to become pregnant either (not with Twilight's fierce passion and your shared disinterest towards 'waiting'). Regardless, there were still many tears shed when you found out - all happy, of course, as your husband spun you around in his arms while you both laughed giddily in between quick kisses.

Let's get this straight: Twilight is prepared-prepared. Ordon is that type of close-knit community where everyone helps raise each other's kids, so despite this being his first rodeo as a new dad himself, he has plenty of experience taking care of youngsters. As a ranch-hand, he's also perfectly accustomed to the whole birthing process, having hand-delivered more baby goats than he can count, so don’t worry, nothing about the ‘less glamorous’ sides of pregnancy scare him.

With that being said, Twilight doesn't stress too much aside from the normal concerns about your health, after all he recognizes that not every pregnancy is the same for every woman, but that's exactly why he makes it his personal mission to ensure your comfort.

Feeling particularly ill? He'll make you all the tasty pumpkin soup you could ask for which, believe it or not, works wonders for an upset stomach. Just having a bad day? He'll happily let you cuddle with Wolfie to help you relax. Restless? He'll take you on a horse ride no matter the hour and if you're too far along in your pregnancy to climb onto Epona, a simple walk to Ordon's spring will do since that's the perfect spot to soak your sore body. Twilight is no above carrying you there himself if you ask.

Trust that your every worry is always smoothed; Twilight is there to reassure you no matter how 'little' the problem. Have concerns he can't speak on as a man? He'll happily go ask one of the other village women for you if you're too embarrassed to do so yourself, in fact this guy's already been talking Rusl and Uli's ears off for advice since day one. He doesn't want to leave a single thing to chance regardless of how confident he already feels which is probably why there's a stack of parenting books on his nightstand. Did he clear the shelves in Castle Town? Probably.

You're pretty sure that Twilight already had a 'go-bag' put together before the end of your first trimester, although he’d add to it like a paranoid squirrel up until your due-date. Curious, you had gone through it one day just to get a hint of how overboard he might've gone. Diapers, snacks, blankets, comfortable clothes for you, more parenting books...He does realize you're doing a home birth, right? Most of this stuff he could just grab from the cabinet if needed, but it's sweet that he's trying to be organized.

It isn’t really news to anyone that Hyrule’s heroes tend to land on the quieter side and usually Twilight isn’t much different…There’s a key word in there because you’re quite certain he hasn’t actually shut up since the second you told him you’re pregnant. He can hardly keep his excitement to himself! Oh, but it’s adorable, especially on those nights when he’ll fall asleep mumbling about his joy all while using your swollen stomach as a pillow. It makes your heart swell every time.

When you eventually go into labor, Twilight doesn’t show much outward panic if he has any at all, however he does feel incredibly terrible to watch you go through it without any relief. He feels absolutely useless while unable to take away your suffering the way a good husband should, so to make up for it, he does his utmost best to be your rock during those long hours, talking you through each painful contraction and doing everything in his power to distract you. Back rubs, walks around the house, whispers of sweet nothings…He’s by your side well into the night, keeping it up until it finally comes time to start pushing.

He definitely was not going to say it while you were going through the motions because he’d like to keep his head, but human and goat births are pretty much the same thing minus the actual cursing. He’s in his element then, knowing exactly what to do to ensure a safe delivery for mama and baby. His movements are almost automatic, trained by years of practice as he cleans the little one off before taking the time to admire them fully.

Are you shocked that Twilight is teary eyed? Not at all. Are you upset that he almost forgets about you entirely for a second because he’s so entranced by the baby? Also no, since you need a moment to catch your breath anyway. Don’t worry, though, he does eventually pass you your son reluctantly before hovering at your side with possibly the widest grin you’ve ever seen on the man since your wedding day.

The rest of the night is calm from there on, filled with quiet whispers and cooing as you both take turns partaking in skin-to-skin contact with your baby. Will you be doing this again soon? You’re probably going to need a decent break to recover, but just know that your husband is absolutely ready whenever you are. In the meantime, expect to be showered in endless love and affection because you deserve it for the priceless gift you’ve given him.

Your relationship with Warrior has always been ‘slow moving’ if compared to most other couples’. For starters, while he may have a formidable reputation for being a supposed lady's man, all that 'skill' of his would go flying out the window whenever faced with your presence, so it took some time (and maybe a near-death experience) for any confessions to be made. In his defense, you're a very beautiful and strong woman who happened to be one of his superiors during most of the war, so please excuse him for usually being awed into silence whenever you showed even an ounce of interest in ‘lil ol’ him. His brain would literally become a windows error.

Even after Warrior did finally find the courage to ask you out, your respected jobs and heavy workloads have often forced your relationship to be put on the back-burner. Marry you? Hylia knows he’s been DYING to! You’re already wearing the ring and everything, but it's not like you're going anywhere anytime soon and he'd rather wait a few extra years to enjoy the perfect moment rather than rush the whole ‘happiest-day-of-our-lives’ thing during a bad time.

Luckily for him, you've never needed a formal certificate to know you own his heart. He proves it to you in other ways every day from cheesy love letters to overly romantic dates during your rare off time, and while you normally adore being the sole subject of his affection, that's exactly how you ended up in this very situation.

You're both adults and as such you won't pretend to be innocent: This wasn't planned in the slightest. Your jobs can be quite chaotic, as previously addressed, so you just wanted to help your husband-to-be relax and destress a bit - nothing new for either of you in itself, although that particular evening would end up weighing heavily on your mind a few weeks later.

To be honest, when you first entered Warrior's office and instructed him to sit down with a stern voice that could rival Commander Impa's, he thought you must've finally grown tired of being engaged for several years, having come to him then to demand that he marry you sooner. Agreement was right on the tip of his tongue when you delivered the bombshell that you were pregnant instead.

Your tone was serious and expression calm, but Warrior knows you well enough to spot the hidden worry in your eyes. It’s justified, of course. Had either of you even discussed having kids before? He doesn’t think so. It’s not like having a baby is a bad thing, though. The idea of creating a small family with you is a pleasant one, it’s just…happening a lot sooner than preferred. You both would’ve liked more time to plan and prepare…but oh well. What’s done is done.

The real concern is will your jobs allow you both time off to take care of a baby? It's not like a war is currently going on, so Hyrule won't suffer too much from having two of its best captains sidelined, however what happens if that doesn't remain the case? What if war breaks out tomorrow or the day after? Warrior can’t let his pregnant fiancée fight in battles! What kind of husband and father would that make him?! But at the same time, is he just supposed to ask that you sacrifice your career in order to spare his? THAT’S NO BETTER!

...All things considered, you'd say Warrior handles the news far better than some might've. Yes, he begins to ‘slightly’ overthink things, although that's exactly why you had him sit down first. Calmly, you take his hand and tell him how things will be (your own way of offering comfort not only to him, but yourself as well). The bottom line is that if you could successfully fight Ganondorf’s army together, you can raise a child together, too. Really, how much harder can it be? You already have some minor experience being unofficial parents to little Time and Wind during the war. Just don't give your own children any magic masks or wind controlling devices and you should be golden.

Thankfully, many of Warrior’s initial fears are proven to be irrational during the earliest stages of your pregnancy. Everyone else was positively thrilled to hear the news and even Impa gave her congratulations, explaining to your fiancé’s relief that she’ll simply assign you more deskwork until it’s fit for you to return back to your normal duties. All he has to worry about in the meantime is making sure you actually take it easy; only a slightly difficult task considering your headstrong nature and insistence on not being ‘coddled’, but hey, if anyone can handle it, it’s the guy who’s hellbent on marrying your stubborn butt one day.

Warrior will admit that there were still some nights when he would nearly pull his hair out while doubting if he’s actually ready to be a dad, however the moment you officially being showing is the same moment he forgets all about any possible regrets and replaces them entirely with daydreams filled with not only his lovely wife, but also a little one who will hopefully think the absolute world of him. He already knows he’ll think of it of them.

Although you may feel a bit nervous towards the prospect of suddenly being parents, that doesn’t change the fact that you wouldn’t choose anyone else to go through this journey with. One look to your side and you’re certain of it. The way Warrior holds his son for the first time, newborn wrapped comfortably in his scarf and dad, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion after hours of labor yet the proud smile evident on his face nevertheless…You were right before: so long as you do it together, you’ll excel in this whole ‘parenting-thing’.

You had married young - almost as soon as you were able after graduating from the Knight Academy. To everyone else on Skyloft, you have always been the picture image of an ideal couple; the hero and his beloved princess who somehow manage to be completely and utterly smitten with each other even years later. To call Sky your husband is a blessing in itself and you consider yourself lucky every single day. There’s only ever been one problem with your relationship - one single complaint you can think of where neither of you are truly responsible: your lack of children.

When you first married, there was lots of talk, after all everyone was simply dying to know when the first generation on the Surface would be born. Your parents were eager for grandchildren and Zelda, your best friend, had way too much fun teasing you over the matter by expressing her 'surprise' that Sky had yet to give you a baby despite how 'passionate' he’s always been towards you (she would make sure to use those exact words, too).

Initially, you never minded anyone’s curiosity. It’s only natural to expect children from a newly wed couple. It's when that same couple reaches their third then sixth year of marriage without any trace of tiny feet or squealing laughter that those curious and well-meant questions grow quiet with unbearable pity, your shared excitement becoming shuttered sorrow.

At the start there was nothing to worry about. You were both young and not putting that much effort into it, so certain it wouldn't take long for your family to grow. Then the years began to pass and you would try everything the doctor recommended, but every test would still leave you as disappointed as the last. The absolutely worst form of despair came those few times you'd actually get your hopes up only to have them cruelly dashed a few months in.

What were you doing wrong? Sky would always hush your anxieties and do his utmost best to reassure you, however you knew by his own tears that your infertility hurt him just as much, especially when on those quieter nights, you'd suggest that perhaps you simply weren't meant to be parents - that the gods were just trying to tell you both something you were too stubborn to accept.

It's for that reason that you had such mixed emotions once finally able to fall pregnant again. You were optimistic deep down, however after six years of attempts and losses, you were wary to embrace too much joy right away which was shown in the way Sky held onto you for what felt like hours after you told him or how he slept each night with a hand on your stomach even in those early days, internally praying to the goddesses this would be the one.

A month passed...Then two...And three, and four…For once, you didn't feel sick aside from what was considered normal. Maybe a bit of high blood pressure the doctor kept a close eye on, but other than that he’d always tell Sky and you the same thing: they're healthy.

Even then, you’d say you remained extra cautious, not daring to eat nor do anything the doctor so much as hesitated against, however Sky was by far the worst when it came to worrying. As your husband, he considers your physical and mental well-being his personal responsibility, but as the father of your child? His work has doubled!

All chores were to be his alone so that you could rest. Any bout of sickness was closely monitored and tended to. His hand would remain on your stomach from beginning to end, although overtime it would be done less out of fear and more for the sake of bounding, often accompanied by his voice or the melody of his harp which he would happily play for you both whenever you were having a particularly difficult time falling asleep at night.

Now, you didn't dare tell anyone about your pregnancy during the first half, not wanting to deliver anymore bad news should it come, however once the remilit was out of the bag, you became the center of attention much to Sky's conflicted feelings. On one hand, you deserved it for all of your hard work growing a baby, but on the other, that overprotective dad-side of him couldn't help fretting over the vast number of harmful germs your guests could possibly be passing onto you and your unborn child. Did he make everyone wash their hands for ten minutes before visiting? Yes, yes he did.

Beyond being protective, Sky was also very emotional throughout the entire pregnancy maybe even more than you sometimes. He got teary-eyed after every doctor's appointment that confirmed the baby's development, while picking out names together, and even when you were yelling at him for something stupid because as far as he was concerned, you still looked so beautiful standing there with crossed arms and a round belly carrying his child. Oh, but none of that compared in the slightest to the tears that were shed when he actually held his daughter for the first time; that amount of waterworks could put the flood of Faron to shame!

Six years of waiting made you both lose hope. You assumed you’d never be able to have children of your own and even began to look towards other options such as adoption or simply living your lives childless forever…but the day your daughter was born was the day all your anxieties and doubts were finally put to rest. Now, as you cry happily with your husband, you can’t think of a single complaint towards your relationship; it’s officially as perfect as the precious little bundle in your arms.

Wild and you were still practically newlyweds when you gave him the 'thrilling' news. You were so happy to do so, too, barely able to bite back your excitement while watching your husband lift a small pair of baby pajamas out of a gift box. You were absolutely glowing as you eagerly awaited his reaction and all he could do was simply stare into space as his whole world came crashing down on top of him. Did he look horrified on the outside? He must've, because he swears he could’ve pinpointed the exact moment that shine in your eyes died, a frown etching its way onto your lips. What else was he supposed to do aside from fake a smile and embrace you, keeping you close to his chest so that your delight wouldn't be spoiled by his internal nervous breakdown?

Wild has zero right to be shocked. You had both been intimate (as tends to happen when you're married) not to mention you had made it perfectly clear from the start of your relationship that you would want a family one day. Judging on your eagerness towards the topic, it was never up for debate either; no kids would be a dealbreaker for you, so Wild had no choice but to quietly agree, too afraid to dare utter the truth or voice any hesitation because Hylia forbid you get the wrong idea and leave him.

He thought it would be harmless. Some couples remain married for years before any children follow and you weren't in any big hurry, so he figured he'd have plenty of time to get his act together until the day of your dreams arrived; he didn't think it would happen during your first year of marriage! ...Now he's really dug himself into a hole it's too late to try escaping from…

He’s almost said something - a few times actually. He knows it’s only fair and that as your husband, he owes you proper communication, but each time he opens his mouth, his mind curses him with the image of your sadness. What if you think he doesn’t want this at all? What if you think he hates the baby and hates you for being pregnant? What if you concluded he must want to leave you so you decide to beat him to the punch?!

…Okay, so Wild knows you aren’t going to just walk away. You’ve always been good at listening to his inner demons and acting as his strongest pillar of support, but that doesn’t change his fear that you might be hurt by whatever he has to say and he will not allow himself to ruin your own excitement.

In the years that he’s known you, he can’t say he’s ever seen you quite as happy as when you found out about your baby. He knows he should match that joy, too. Most men do. Hell, Twilight practically sent a five-page essay bragging about his wife's first pregnancy. Truth be told, Wild actually does feel happy. On his better days, he feels that flicker of pride and a hint of eagerness because a family with you honestly sounds wonderful. The problem is, in his mind, it isn't a question as to what he wants, but rather what he deserves.

So much has gone wrong in his past. It doesn’t matter how much you or anyone else assures him otherwise, it’s hard to shake the feeling that he failed Hyrule. He still suffers from so many nightmares and waves of guilt that he can’t properly put into words. You’re still having to shake him out of dazes and smooth his following sobs…How is he going to be a good dad and be there for his child when he can barely stand upon his own two feet like this?

Initially, Wild thought these feelings would go away; that’s why he never spoke them to you. He wanted so desperately to believe they wouldn’t linger, especially after you both got married. He lives in a peaceful world, has a nice home in a quiet village, a beautiful wife who adores him…He should’ve been able to move on from the Calamity already, so why hasn’t he? On his worst nights, it makes him wonder if he’ll ever be okay or if he’s just screwed you and the baby over by tying you both down to him.

These two sides of him - the hopeful and the pitiful - continue to battle for dominance inside Wild’s head throughout each step. Sometimes he’s genuinely smiling with you as you pick out baby names. Other times he’s sitting outside alone trying his damn hardest to remember any piece of his past that might make him feel at least a little better about his luck towards being a dad, preferably a time when he was actually good with kids or even had a family before.

Wild’s internal dilemma comes to a head one fateful night when he’s awoken to the baby’s distressing cries. He had honestly already been awake after a mild case of anxiety, but you on the other hand are tired, worn from nine long months of pregnancy and the early days of active motherhood. The last thing he wants is for you to lose out on precious rest (a rare gift these days), so leaping out of bed, he’s quick to reach the baby’s crib.

Unfortunately, Wild’s natural instincts seem to basically stop right there at the crib’s side. Hands hovering above, he tries his best to calm his daughter through whispered assurances and attempts at cooing the same way he’s seen you do. When that doesn’t work, he awkwardly picks her up, cuddling her close to his chest while quietly pleading at this point. Is she hungry? Does she need a diaper change? Did she have a nightmare? Whatever it is, if you wake up, you’ll take over and he’ll be left to stand aside feeling like he can’t even do the basic task of comforting his own child and -

- To his astonishment, his efforts actually work. It really must’ve been as simple as a nightmare because slowly, the baby falls silent, seemingly forgetting all about her troubles as she finds solace gazing up at her daddy with the widest blue eyes and a stuck-out tongue that can’t seem to keep itself in her mouth. It looks rather goofy, so Wild can’t help but chuckle, although the sound is soft as his heart melts under the attention she holds towards him. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say it’s almost like she’s looking at her entire world…

Maybe some would say this moment isn’t necessarily anything special, but for Wild, it’s everything. As if suddenly a pro, he’s able to rock the little beauty gently back to sleep, his pleas turning into words of admiration as he tucks her into bed. There, he continues to keep watch over her until he feels tired himself, all the while thinking: he might be broken from years of trauma, and he might not be the best husband or parent out there because of it, but that's not going to stop him from doing everything in power to be there for his princesses.

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atthelowestfromao3 · 5 months ago

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Forgotten Trials Archive

Summary:

In their final year at U.A. High School, heroes God Explosion Murder Dynamight and Deku are paired together under the watchful eye of Hawks as they navigate the challenges of being top students and burgeoning heroes. Despite their recent tensions following Katsuki’s heartfelt apology, the duo remains an unstoppable force, instinctively anticipating each other’s moves in battle. However, during a routine mission, they fall into a carefully laid trap by the underground villain Obsidian, who aims to erase their memories and exploit their bond for his twisted experiments.

With their identities stripped away, Katsuki and Izuku find themselves in an amnesic state, drawn to each other by an inexplicable connection. As they grapple with their new reality, the remaining heroes—Hawks, Aizawa, and All Might—frantically search for their missing students, determined to uncover the truth behind their disappearance and rescue them before it’s too late.

A. K. A. It doesn't matter the state they're in there isn't a line bkdk wouldn't cross for each other.

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The city was a battlefield of shattered buildings, overturned cars, and thick smoke. Rain cascaded down in a relentless downpour, drenching everything in sight. What was supposed to be a routine mission had exploded into an all-out war against a notorious villain gang wreaking havoc on the streets.

Above the chaos, Katsuki Bakugou, now going by God Explosion Murder Dynamight, hurtled through the sky, his palms crackling with explosive power. He gritted his teeth as he locked onto the mass of villains below, his red eyes blazing with fury.

Dynamight roared, unleashing a blast that shook the street, sending a cluster of minor villains flying:

- Come on! Is this all you’ve got?!

The explosion lit up the stormy night like a bolt of lightning.

Dynamight shot forward again, using his explosions to stay airborne, when a voice crackled through his commlink:

- Kac- Dynamight, don’t go too far ahead! We need to work together on this!

It was Izuku Midoriya—Deku, his long-time rival, his partner, and the one person that always seemed to drive him crazy.

Deku moved with precision below, green lightning flickering around his body as he zipped between buildings, staying agile despite the crumbling surroundings. Now able to control 55% of One For All, Deku’s mastery of his quirk had come a long way, though the tension between him and Bakugou was still undeniable. Even after Bakugou had apologized for their past, their relationship was laced with sharp edges and unresolved competition.

Dynamight snapped, ignoring Deku’s warning:

- Shut up, Deku! I know what I’m doing!

He angled his body and shot downward with explosive force, intending to take down as many villains as possible on his own.

Deku's voice was sharper now, more assertive, but Bakugou had already launched himself forward, fists sparking:

- Dynamight, stop!

He unleashed a Stun Grenade, a flash of light brighter than the storm’s lightning, momentarily blinding the villains. Bakugou grinned fiercely as he charged ahead, tossing out rapid-fire explosions left and right:

- This is too easy!

Meanwhile, Deku watched from the ground, his frustration mounting, he muttered under his breath:

- We’re still third-year students—we’re not supposed to go all out like this.

But there wasn’t time to argue. The leader of the villains, a towering figure cloaked in black with eyes glowing red, stepped forward.

This wasn’t just any villain. It was Gora, infamous for his earth-shattering quirk, a criminal with a reputation for demolishing entire districts when cornered. His presence alone was enough to send waves of panic through the streets.

Gora raised his hand and slammed it into the ground, sending shockwaves through the earth. The streets began to crack and split, and massive pillars of stone erupted from the ground, shooting toward the sky like jagged spears.

Deku reacted instantly, dodging the rising spikes, he shouted, trying to get Dynamight’s attention:

- Gora’s pulling power from the earth—he’s way stronger than the others!

But Bakugou was already mid-charge, too focused on the fight to listen.

Bakugou let out a feral growl, weaving between the rising pillars:

- Like hell I’m backing down!

He aimed both palms forward, sparks popping fiercely as he unleashed a full-force AP Shot at the villain leader.

The blast hurtled toward Gora, but before it could connect, the villain raised a massive stone wall, blocking the attack. The explosion hit with a deafening boom, but the wall barely cracked.

Gora smirked:

- Is that all you've got, little hero?

Dynamight screamed, his fury spiking:

- WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I’ll blow you to pieces!

Without thinking, he propelled himself forward, aiming for another direct hit.

Deku called out, but it was too late:

- Dynamight, wait—!

One of Gora’s sub-villains, a speedster, darted out of the shadows, aiming a clawed hand directly at Bakugou’s exposed back.

Deku’s instincts took over. His body surged forward in a flash of green lightning. With a burst of Full Cowling, he launched himself at the speedster, intercepting the attack just in time. Deku’s kick connected with the villain’s gut, sending them flying into a nearby building with enough force to leave a crater.

Deku landed beside Bakugou, breathing hard, his body tense:

- You’ve gotta stop charging in recklessly, Dynamight. Gora’s not like the others—we need to think this through!

Bakugou whirled on him, his fists clenched:

- Don’t act like you’re the boss of me, Deku! I didn’t ask for your help!

Deku’s eyes narrowed:

- I’m not trying to be your boss! We’re supposed to be partners! This isn’t just about you proving something!

The tension between them was palpable, even amidst the chaos. They were no longer children, but the rivalry between them still burned hot, and sometimes it got in the way of their teamwork.

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By the third year at U.A. High, Tokoyami Fumikage had become a key student under the tutelage of Hawks, the Number 2 Pro Hero. As the first of Class 1-A to apprentice under Hawks, Tokoyami had proven himself to be a valuable asset with his growing mastery over Dark Shadow. Hawks recognized his potential early on, often partnering the now eighteen-year-old Tokoyami with him on high-stakes missions. Their dynamic had grown into something of a mentor-student bond, with Hawks teaching Tokoyami not just about speed and precision but the nuances of intelligence gathering and covert operations.

However, when it came to intense, head-on fights, Hawks understood that no one could keep up with the raw power and relentless drive of Katsuki Bakugou—now going by his hero name, Dynamight—except for one person: Izuku Midoriya. The intense rivalry and deep-seated history between Bakugou and Midoriya made them the perfect duo. Hawks knew their dynamic wasn’t always smooth, but their unmatched strength, strategy, and drive pushed them to bring out the best (and worst) in each other.

That's why Hawks allowed Bakugou and Midoriya to work together. No one else could match Dynamight’s explosive speed and power like Deku could. Despite their still rough-edged relationship, they were the only ones who could truly keep up with each other. And for the missions Hawks had in mind, they were the perfect storm.

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Before either could continue their argument, the commlink crackled to life, and Hawks’ voice broke through. His usual easygoing tone was laced with seriousness.

- Yo, you two! Calm down! You’re both getting too heated out there. Don’t forget, you’re still students, not pros yet. Don’t go pushing yourselves to the limit just to one-up each other, especially against Gora.

Hawks warned, his voice smooth but firm:

- That guy’s not just some random thug—he’s famous for wiping out entire neighborhoods when cornered. Stick to the plan. Don’t make me swoop in to save your butts.

Deku’s face tightened, recognizing the gravity of Hawks’ warning. Gora was a major threat, and even with all their training, they weren’t full-fledged pro heroes yet. Deku muttered:

- Right. We need to stay smart about this.

But Bakugou wasn’t backing down:

- Calm down? Screw that! I’ll blow this fucking asshole to bits and end it right now!

With a defiant growl, Bakugou shot upward into the sky, rain streaking past him as he prepared to launch another attack. From above, he could see the entire battlefield. He clenched his fists, spinning mid-air as his body began to twist in a tight corkscrew.

Deku called out, his voice carrying over the comms:

- Dynamight! You can’t just—

Bakugou snapped:

- Watch me!

He charged up, preparing to unleash a devastating Howitzer Impact. Sparks crackled around him as his entire body spun, gathering explosive energy.

But before Bakugou could finish the attack, Gora roared, slamming both fists into the ground. The earth quaked violently, and a series of massive stone spikes shot up toward Bakugou, threatening to impale him mid-air.

Deku’s eyes widened:

- Kacchan!

Without hesitation, he activated Blackwhip, the tendrils of dark energy shooting from his arms as he launched himself into the sky. In a split second, he wrapped Blackwhip around Bakugou’s waist, yanking him to the side just as the stone spikes grazed past.

They both crashed to the ground, rolling to a stop as the rain poured down around them.

Bakugou shoved Deku off:

- I had it under control, you damn nerd!

Deku wiped the rain from his face, his patience wearing thin:

- You were about to get yourself killed!

Before the argument could escalate further, Gora loomed over them, his massive figure towering amidst the storm. His red eyes glowed ominously, he growled:

- You two are more trouble than I thought. But you’re not strong enough to beat me.

Deku’s eyes hardened, his determination unwavering:

-We’re not done yet.

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Even though Katsuki Bakugou had apologized to Izuku Midoriya, a lingering tension remained between them. Bakugou couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he got whenever Izuku was around. Every time Deku smiled, offered him advice, or even just stood beside him, Bakugou’s heart would race, a strange sensation twisting in his chest. It wasn’t fear or anger like it used to be—it was something far more confusing. Despite the apology, Izuku’s presence always seemed to unsettle him, and Katsuki hated it. He couldn’t understand why he felt so out of control whenever their eyes met, like he was fighting a battle inside himself he didn’t know how to win. And that fucking angered him.

On the other side, Izuku was growing increasingly frustrated. After everything they’d been through—after Katsuki’s apology—he thought things might finally get better between them. But lately, it felt harder than ever to communicate with Bakugou. Every attempt to talk seemed to end in awkward silences or cold, distant responses. Izuku couldn't understand why Katsuki kept pulling away, especially when his own feelings for him were growing stronger. He had tried to keep it hidden, but his secret love for Bakugou made every interaction fraught with tension. It hurt, knowing that once again the person he cared about most seemed so far out of reach, even when they were standing side by side.

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He and Bakugou exchanged a brief, heated glance—an unspoken understanding between rivals. They might be at each other’s throats, but they knew how to fight together when it mattered.

Bakugou muttered, pushing himself up:

- Fine. Let’s finish this.

With a nod, Deku surged forward, the green lightning of One For All intensifying around him as he charged in low. At the same time, Bakugou shot into the air, angling for a high attack.

Deku swung Blackwhip, using it to latch onto one of the stone pillars, swinging himself directly at Gora. He clenched his fist, gathering all of his power into one point:

- ST. LOUIS SMASH!

Deku’s punch connected with Gora’s chest, the impact causing a shockwave that rippled through the battlefield. The villain stumbled backward, but before he could recover, Bakugou descended from above.

Bakugou screamed, unleashing his spinning explosion with full force:

- HOWITZER IMPACT!!!

The blast engulfed Gora, a whirlwind of fire and destruction that tore through the street.

The combined attack sent Gora crashing into the ground, unconscious. The earth stopped rumbling, the stone spikes crumbling into dust as the rain hissed on the smoldering battlefield.

Panting, Bakugou landed beside Deku, his hands still smoking from the explosion:

- Tch. About time.

Deku wiped sweat from his brow, giving Bakugou a brief, tired grin:

- Yeah... Nice work, Dynamight.

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As Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya continued their development as heroes, it became increasingly clear that their partnership was something special. Despite the lingering tension that had crept into their relationship, they had evolved into an unstoppable duo, recognized for their effectiveness on the battlefield. Even the seasoned pros often paired them together for missions, knowing that their unique blend of power and strategy complemented one another perfectly.

In the heat of battle, it was almost as if they were connected by an unspoken bond. They moved in perfect synchronicity, dodging attacks and launching counteroffensives with seamless precision. There was an instinctual understanding between them, a silent communication that allowed them to anticipate each other's moves without needing to exchange a word. Izuku would find himself instinctively knowing when Bakugou would go for a massive explosion, and Katsuki could sense when Deku was preparing for a swift, agile maneuver.

Their synergy was palpable; it drew the attention of their classmates and mentors alike. They were a force to be reckoned with, capable of executing complex strategies in the heat of battle while still managing to cover each other’s weaknesses. Even with the unresolved tension simmering beneath the surface, their combined strengths and deep understanding of one another made them the most effective duo of their generation, proving that sometimes, the strongest partnerships are forged in the fires of rivalry and mutual respect.

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The rain continued to pour down, drenching the battlefield as the dust settled around the collapsed figure of Gora. The massive villain lay motionless in the wreckage of the street, surrounded by fallen debris and stone spikes. Deku and Dynamight stood side by side, panting heavily, the adrenaline from the fight still coursing through their veins.

Deku wiped the sweat and rain from his brow, catching his breath:

- Looks like… it’s finally over.

He turned to glance at Bakugou, who stood with his hands on his hips, surveying the damage they had caused.

Bakugou’s voice was sharp, though there was a hint of exhaustion beneath it. He was still buzzing from the intensity of the fight:

- Tch. Damn right it’s over. We took down Gora. That’s what matters.

But something gnawed at the back of Deku’s mind. The fight had been hard, but it didn’t feel complete. It felt too easy, despite Gora’s strength. The villains hadn’t put up the kind of resistance he’d expected from an underground operation known for precision and brutality.

Before Deku could voice his concerns, Hawks voice crackled through the commlink, first Hawks teased lightly, but his tone quickly grew more serious:

- Good work, you two. You managed to take down Gora without leveling half the city—kinda surprised, actually. Let’s wrap it up and regroup. You’ve both earned some rest.

Deku opened his mouth to respond, but something caught his attention. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the area. Despite the devastation, it was eerily quiet. Too quiet. His instincts kicked in—something felt off.

Deku muttered under his breath, his muscles tensing:

- Kacchan…

Bakugou turned, already sensing the shift in the air:

- What’s your problem now, nerd? We won.

Deku asked, scanning the surroundings again:

- Doesn’t this… feel strange to you? Where are the backup heroes? We’ve been fighting here for too long, but no one's shown up.

Bakugou scowled, glancing around:

- What, you think they’re fucking late to the party just because you—

Before he could finish, the commlink crackled again, but this time there was static. Hawks’ voice came through, but it was distorted, cutting in and out:

- something’s… wrong… both of you—get out—

Deku’s eyes widened, a cold chill running down his spine. He tried to speak into the commlink:

- Hawks? Hawks, can you hear me? Tokoyami? Anyone?

But there was no response. Only more static. The line was dead.

Bakugou clenched his fists, his sharp eyes darting around:

- What the hell’s going on?!

He lifted a hand to trigger an explosion, his body itching for a fight.

Then, Deku felt it—his vision blurred for a split second, the world around him spinning. A wave of dizziness hit him like a sledgehammer, and his body swayed on unsteady legs. His chest tightened, his breaths becoming shallow. His mind scrambled for an explanation, but before he could focus, a sharp, metallic scent filled the air.

Deku muttered, his voice weak:

- Kacchan… something’s wrong…

His fingers clenched at the air, reaching for something to hold onto.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he noticed it too—the faint, nearly invisible mist creeping through the street. His breaths became ragged, his heart racing unnaturally fast:

- Damn it…

The gas. It had been seeping into the air, undetected amidst the chaos of the fight. Neither of them had noticed it until it was too late. And now it was everywhere, thick and pervasive, choking them with every breath.

Deku gasped, his body feeling heavier by the second:

- No… this can’t be…

He tried to move, tried to focus on using One For All, but his limbs wouldn’t respond.

Bakugou staggered backward, his vision swimming. He growled, trying to ignite his palms, but the explosions sputtered out, weak and unfocused:

- You’ve gotta be kidding me! What kind of son of a bitch coward uses—

His legs gave out beneath him, and he dropped to one knee, his breath labored. Deku fell to the ground beside him, struggling to stay conscious, his vision darkening.

Deku’s voice trailed off as the weight of the gas pressed down on him:

- I… can’t… Kacchan, we need to… warn…

Bakugou’s body trembled as he tried to stand, but his muscles refused to cooperate, he growled into the commlink:

- Hawks… Hawks!

But the signal was completely gone. No one could hear them. No one was coming to help.

A figure stepped out from the shadows, his silhouette barely visible through the rain and fog. He walked with calm, deliberate steps, completely unaffected by the gas. His presence sent a chill through the air—an underground villain, someone who operated beneath even the most notorious criminal organizations. A man who thrived in secrecy, the villain said, his voice smooth, almost amused:

- Looks like you fell right into the trap. Heroes like you—always so eager to jump into the fray, never noticing when they’re being led like lambs to the slaughter.

Deku’s eyes fluttered as he struggled to focus:

- W-Who… are you…?

The villain crouched down in front of them, his face obscured by a mask:

- It doesn’t matter who I am, kid. What matters is that you’re both coming with me.

Bakugou, fighting with everything he had left, tried to force himself up, he snarled, but his voice was weak, the strength draining from his body as the gas overwhelmed him:

- You… think you can just… take us?!

The villain chuckled softly:

- Oh, I know I can. That gas was designed specifically for powerhouses like you. No quirk. No strength. Nothing you can do to resist.

Deku’s heart pounded in his chest, but his body refused to move. He could feel himself slipping further into unconsciousness, the world around him growing darker:

- Kacchan… we… can’t…

Bakugou’s vision blurred as he collapsed to the ground beside Deku, his face twisted in anger and helplessness. His voice was barely a whisper now, his body limp:

- Damn… it…

As the two U.A. top students finally succumbed to the gas, the villain stood over them, looking down at his prize:

- No tracking devices… no way for your precious pro heroes to find you. You’re mine now.

He gestured to a group of shadowy figures that appeared from the mist, and they quickly began securing the unconscious bodies of Dynamight and Deku.

The rain continued to pour as they carried the two young heroes away, deeper into the underground, where no cameras, no heroes, and no one would know where they had disappeared to.

And just like that, Deku and Dynamight, two of U.A.’s most promising future heroes, were captured.

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The last thing Deku remembered before the world went dark was the villain’s cold, mocking tone as he and Dynamight were dragged into the shadows. The once-bustling battlefield had gone eerily silent, the rain masking their abduction. Now, waking up in the dimly lit, sterile room, Deku felt a growing sense of dread. His body was heavy, his mind sluggish, the last effects of the gas still clinging to his senses.

He blinked hard, trying to focus. The first thing he noticed was that he was restrained—his wrists and ankles bound tightly to a cold metal chair. He struggled, but his limbs felt useless, weighed down by the remnants of the drug still in his system. The second thing he noticed was that the room was small, sealed—walls thick and featureless, with only a single door. It was like a cage.

Deku’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper:

- Kacchan?

Across the room, Bakugou—now Dynamight—was in a similar position, his arms and legs shackled to a chair. He was conscious but glaring at the restraints with pure venom in his eyes. His explosive nature hadn’t faded, even in captivity.

Bakugou gritted his teeth, his crimson eyes blazing as he yanked at the restraints with sheer force:

- Damn it… Those bastards... how could we—

The metal groaned under the strain, but it held fast. But soon he cut himself off with an angry growl, furious that they’d been caught off-guard so easily.

Deku’s mind raced. He tried to recall everything that had happened—the fight with Gora, the strange quiet after their victory, the gas that had overwhelmed them… and then, nothing. They’d been captured. Hawks had warned them something was wrong, but they hadn’t realized it was a setup until it was too late. Now, they were somewhere deep underground, cut off from the outside world.

Deku muttered, scanning the room for any clues:

- Where are we?

There were no windows, no obvious exits. The walls were made of thick, reinforced concrete, and the only light came from a flickering bulb overhead. It felt like a prison—but not just any prison. This was a place designed to keep people like them locked up.

He kept pulling at the restraints, his palms sparking weakly with suppressed explosions. But it was clear even he knew they were in serious trouble. Bakugou snapped, his voice tight with frustration:

- Like hell if I know. The second I get my hands on those motherfuckers, I’ll—

Before Bakugou could finish his threat, a door to the side of the room creaked open, and the villain who had captured them stepped inside, flanked by two guards dressed in black. The villain still wore the same mask, his face obscured, but his posture oozed confidence.

The villain said, his voice smooth and unbothered:

- Good, you’re both awake.

He stopped just a few feet in front of them, arms folded:

- I was wondering how long the two of you would take to shake off the effects of the gas.

Bakugou snarled, jerking against the restraints:

- I fucking swear, if you don’t let me out of these things right now—

The villain chuckled, waving a hand dismissively:

- You’re going to what? Explode me? Burn me to ash? You really think you’re in any position to make demands, Dynamight? You’re trapped. No one knows where you are, no one’s coming for you. And your quirks won’t help you here.

Deku’s heart sank. No one knew where they were. The villain was right. Their comms had been cut off during the attack, and they didn’t have any tracking devices. This place… wherever it was, it was built to keep them hidden. He needed to think, to figure out how they could escape before things got worse.

Deku asked, his voice steady despite the fear gnawing at him:

- Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?

The villain’s masked face turned toward Deku:

- What do I want?

He tilted his head as if pondering the question:

- Let’s just say, I’m part of a much larger operation. One that’s been operating in the shadows long before you two ever thought of becoming heroes. And you… you two are quite the prize. It’s simple, really. You two are some of the most promising young heroes in Japan. Soon, you’ll be at the top of the hero ranks, just like All Might, just like Endeavor. That makes you a threat to us. You two are a problem. Not just because of your quirks, but because of who you are. Future symbols of hope, the shining stars of U.A. High—people look up to you. Admire you.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing:

- What the hell are you talking about, you freak? You think you can just take us out? That’s your big plan? You’re an idiot if you think anyone’s gonna let you get away with this.

The villain chuckled softly:

- Oh, no. I’m not just going to take you out. I’m going to erase you.

Deku’s blood ran cold:

- Erase us?

The villain stepped closer, his presence looming over them, he said, gesturing to the walls around them:

- This room, is equipped with quirk suppression technology. Your powers are useless here. No explosions, no whatever Deku has got going on. But that’s not all.

He took a step back and reached into his coat, pulling out a small vial filled with a strange, luminescent gas:

- This… is something very special.

Deku’s eyes widened as he stared at the vial:

- What is that?

The villain’s masked face tilted as if he were smiling beneath it:

- This gas is my own creation. Once it enters your system, it will attack the neural pathways responsible for memory. In short, you’ll forget who you are. Your names, your identities, your powers—everything that makes you Deku and Dynamight. It’ll all be gone. Even Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou will be gone.

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock, and for a brief moment, he went silent. Then, his face twisted into a snarl:

- You… psycho! You think I’m just gonna let you wipe my mind?!

He pulled violently at his restraints, sparks flickering weakly from his palms, but the quirk suppression field neutralized them before they could ignite.

Deku’s mind reeled:

- Why would you do that? Why would you erase us?

The villain paced slowly, holding the vial up to the dim light:

- Because erasing you is far more effective than killing you. Dead heroes become martyrs. Symbols of hope. But forgotten heroes? You become nothing. No legacy, no future. You’ll forget who you are, what you stand for, your quirks… everything. You’ll wake up as blank slates—no memories, no goals, no connections. Just… gone. Bedsides I have plans for amnesic versions of you. I’ve been meaning to study human psychology and some of my creations for a while now…

Deku’s heart pounded in his chest. This villain didn’t just want to kill them—he wanted to erase their very existence. The thought of losing everything, of forgetting who he was, sent a wave of terror crashing over him. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t let this villain destroy everything they’d worked for.

Deku shouted, his voice stronger now, fueled by desperation:

- You… won’t get away with this! People will come looking for us. Hawks, the other heroes—

Bakugou snarled, his voice trembling with rage:

- You're out of your damn mind! Do you seriously think a little amnesia gas is gonna stop me? I'll find a way to remember—When I get out of here, I'll blast your face off, you coward!

The villain laughed softly, as if amused by Bakugou’s hostility:

- You don’t need to worry about that right now. What you need to focus on is surviving.

Deku swallowed hard, trying to keep his mind from spiraling into panic. He had to think—how could they get out of this? He glanced at Bakugou, who was still fuming, practically vibrating with rage. They couldn’t afford to rush into anything. Not yet. They needed to wait for the right moment.

Deku’s mind raced, but with the suppression field in place, neither of them could use their quirks. He glanced at Bakugou, seeing the raw frustration on his face. They had fought countless battles together, but this one felt different. The villain didn’t want to destroy their bodies—he wanted to destroy their very sense of self.

The villain stepped closer, the canister in hand:

Don’t get any ideas about trying to escape. This facility was built to contain much more dangerous individuals than you two. But I guess it’s pointless saying that by the time the gas does its work, you won’t even remember this conversation. This facility was built to contain much more dangerous individuals than you two. Now, it’s time to say goodbye to everything you’ve ever known.

Deku’s eyes widened:

- No… We can’t let this happen, Kacchan!

He struggled harder, but the restraints held firm. He couldn't break free. And with the suppression field dampening their quirks, they had no way to escape.

Bakugou was snarling, his entire body shaking with fury:

- I swear, I’ll rip you apart the second I—

But the villain didn’t wait. With a hiss, he activated the gas. The room filled with a faint, sickly green mist that quickly surrounded them.

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The villain, known only as Obsidian, had meticulously planned every detail of his operation, driven by a singular obsession: to unlock the secrets of heroism. He watched with a twisted sense of satisfaction as Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya succumbed to the gas, their memories and identities slipping away. In their amnesic state, they were no longer the formidable heroes everyone admired; they were mere subjects in his grand experiment.

Obsidian had long studied the psychology of heroism and rivalry, fascinated by the nuances that made heroes like Bakugou and Midoriya such a compelling duo. He believed that their unique bond, formed through conflict, collaboration, and mutual respect, held the key to understanding the very essence of what made heroes great. Now, with their memories erased, he could strip away their identities and analyze them as pure psychological specimens.

With each passing moment, Obsidian envisioned the experiments he would conduct. He had designed a series of trials and machines specifically tailored to probe the depths of their minds. He wanted to observe how their amnesic state would affect their physical capabilities and their instinctual bond. Would they still fight like a well-oiled machine, or would the absence of their shared history cause chaos? He was particularly interested in the effects of his specialized drugs—serums that could enhance their physical attributes while also destabilizing their mental states.

Obsidian intended to push them to their limits, forcing them to adapt to new circumstances while their minds remained blank slates. He could already see the potential for groundbreaking discoveries: what happens when the foundation of a hero’s psyche is stripped away? How would they cope without the weight of their past?

With a gleeful anticipation, he monitored their vitals and brain activity from his control room, eager to see the results of his twisted curiosity. As he watched their minds flicker like flames in the dark, he felt an intoxicating rush. They were no longer the legendary U.A. students; they were his to experiment on, his to mold and shape according to his design. The true test of their resilience had just begun, and he couldn’t wait to see what would emerge from the chaos.

Deku gasped, trying to hold his breath, but it was no use. His head grew light, his thoughts slowing down. He looked over at Bakugou, whose eyes were still burning with rage—until they started to dim.

Deku's voice felt distant, like it was coming from somewhere far away:

- No… Kacchan…

He tried to remember what they were supposed to do, but the thought slipped from his mind, like water through his fingers.

Bakugou’s eyes locked onto his, but there was a flicker of confusion in them:

- Deku, what the hell is… I can’t…

The room seemed to spin as the gas took effect, clouding their minds. Memories—flashes of training with All Might, of fighting side by side, of their dreams of becoming the top heroes—started to fade. The faces of their friends—Uraraka, Todoroki, Iida—all of it began to blur, slipping away like distant echoes.

Deku tried to fight it, tried to hold onto something—anything—but the memories kept unraveling. His name… what was his name? He couldn’t remember. And the person next to him—Kacchan? Was that even his name?

Bakugou’s body slumped in the chair, his breaths shallow:

- Why… can’t I… remember…

His voice was low, almost defeated, as the gas washed away everything.

The villain stood over them, watching as the two most promising students of U.A. slowly lost everything that made them who they were, he whispered:

- There it is. Just two ordinary people now.

The last thing Deku remembered before the darkness consumed him was a single, fleeting thought: I need to fight for him… but for who?

And then, there was nothing.

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When they awoke, it was in a completely different environment. The room was still cold, but the restraints were gone. They found themselves in a sterile room, the scent of metal and antiseptic filling the air. The walls were a stark white, and the only source of light was a bright overhead lamp that illuminated their surroundings. It was disorienting, but what truly captivated their attention was each other. Deku blinked slowly, his mind hazy. He tried to stand, but his legs felt weak, his body unsteady. He looked around, his heart racing with confusion.

Where was he? Who… was he?

Across from him, a blonde boy stirred, his sharp ruby eyes dull and unfocused. Gorgeous. He sat up slowly, blinking in disorientation:

- Where… what is this?

The blonde boy blinked, his sharp gaze falling on the figure beside him. The other was standing there, wearing a fitted white shirt that accentuated his toned physique and matching white pants that hugged his form just right. The curls of his dark green hair framed his face, and his freckled cheeks added a softness that contrasted sharply with the sharp lines of his jaw. Oh. He was wrong, apparently the beauty had freckles all over. Scars marked his arms, remnants of battles fought, but they only made him appear more rugged and handsome. Katsuki’s heart raced as he took in the sight before him—whoever this angel was he looked stunning.

Meanwhile, the other boy couldn’t help but stare back at the blonde, his heart skipping a beat. The blonde was absolutely gorgeous, standing there in a tight white shirt that showcased his ripped muscles and white pants that emphasized his powerful legs. Woah. He has such a tiny waist and such beautiful pecs. The way he carried himself exuded confidence, and the scars lining his arms only added to his allure, telling tales of his strength and determination. The boy felt a warmth spreading through him, something he hadn’t expected to feel in this strange situation.

Neither of them could recall their names or who they were, but that didn’t matter at the moment. In this moment of confusion, all they could focus on was the magnetic pull they felt toward one another. It was as if they had been drawn together by some invisible force, their eyes locking in a gaze that held both curiosity and longing.

The two of them locked eyes, but there was no recognition. Just two strangers, lost in a world they no longer understood.

The villain's voice echoed over a hidden speaker:

- Welcome to your new lives. From now on, you're nobody.

He, whoever he was now—looked at the blonde, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he should say something, do something—but he didn’t know what. He didn’t know who he was, or why he was here. All he knew was a gnawing emptiness, a sense that something was missing.

Meanwhile, the blonde feeling the same hollowness, clenched his fists, though he didn’t understand why, he muttered under his breath:

- Why… do I feel like I want to hit something?

Neither of them knew they were once heroes. Neither of them remembered they were friends, rivals, and the hope of U.A. All they knew now was the fog that had settled in their minds.

And far away, outside this room, the world searched frantically for two heroes who no longer knew who they were.

The two of them might have been caught, but Deku knew one thing for certain: heroes didn’t give up. They would find a way to escape.

They had to.

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triviareads · 3 months ago

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ARC Review of No Ordinary Duchess by Elizabeth Hoyt

Rating: 4.25/5 Heat Level: 3.75/5 Publication Date: December 10th

Premise:

Lady Elspeth de Moray is on a mission to find an ancient diary that will heal the secretive organization she's a part of. The diary is located in the library of Julian Greycourt, a family enemy who is also on the hunt for a book that will take down his villainous uncle.

My review:

ELIZABETH HOYT IS BACK. No Ordinary Duchess is a BANGER and the romantic dynamic harkens to her older works in the best way. Hoyt does starchy, repressed, secretly-freaky heroes so well (Godric St. John from Lord of Darkness, Maximus from Duke of Midnight), and Julian Greycourt is the perfect next iteration: He's STERN, he's tortured, and he's..... submissive?? Exactly the twist on stern, starchy heroes I needed in my 2024 historical romances. I particularly love the dynamic of a stern GRIM man paired with a sunshine-y heroine like Elspeth, who, to be clear, is not a pushover and has a spine of steel. It's hysterical to see Julian forever torn between outrage and being suuuuuper turned on by Elspeth against his better judgement, especially considering she's the sister of the man who allegedly killed Julian's sister. That being said, this isn't an enemies to lovers book; both Julian and Elspeth have external villians to battle, and really, a lot of their conflict lies in the fact that Julian went through trauma and emotional abuse from his evil duke uncle (the series boogeyman Julian is trying to thwart) that made him push away a lot of the people he loved for their own safety, and he's still doing that. He doesn't want to want Elspeth but he can't help himself— it's fascinating to read how Elspeth, sensing all of this, wants to take care of him as much as she wants him to serve her, and Julian is her perfect counterpart in both senses.

I ADORE Elspeth. She's cheerful and guileless (no wonder, considering she grew up in an isolated all-women compound and was educated in a unconventional way for the time period), but she's also a lady on a mission; Elspeth is a part of the Wise Women, a group dedicated to helping Britain's women. The Wise Women (who refer to themselves as HAGS.... they're definitely not escaping the witchy allegations even if they're a very real underground organization in this universe) are falling apart and Elspeth is convinced finding the thousand year-old diary of their old leader will bring them together once more. It's this search that pushes the plot forward, and ultimately it's the in-text AND plot excuse needed for Elspeth to stay with Julian in an isolated place for a long period of time (with everyone else initially assuming she's the woman Julian has paid to tend to his, uh, special needs).

The sex:

It's SO rare to read an explicit D/s dynamic on-page, particularly with a dominant woman and a submissive man. It's not something Elizabeth Hoyt has done either, as far as I'm aware, but the execution here was excellent. Julian haaaaates himself for his *UNNATURAL desires* but Elspeth teaches him not to kinkshame himself. Eventually (starting with her finding kinky porn hidden under hia bed and him getting sooooo pressed about it lolol).

Also, Elspeth isn't what you physically think of when you think "dominant woman", and I love how Hoyt subverts expectations. Elspeth is a petite, curvy redhead (yes, Julian does muse about her "titties", as is Right and Proper for a Hoyt hero) who's also several years younger than Julian and is, in fact, a virgin, but she knows what she wants and she's quite good at asking it of Julian. Julian is more of a service oriented sub who loves to give Elspeth pleasure as much as she loves receiving it— so there's a lot of oral, a good amount of titty worship because of course— and there's also a nonsexual component to him serving her, like this super tender scene where he combs her hair after a bath.

Overall:

What I love about this book is just how quietly subversive it is for the genre while still staying true to some of the most popular historical romance tropes. If that's something you vibe with, then I'd strongly recommend this book, and I'm looking forward to the next book in the Greycourt series!

Thank you to NetGalley and Forever for the advanced copy in exchange for my honest review.

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francology · 1 year ago

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Riding the Wave of Ocean Heroes: Conservation & Sustainability

Hello lovelies ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა I hope you've been doing great since the last entry hehe. I just wanted to express my heartfelt gratitude to each and every one of you for your ongoing support and interaction with my weekly updates. This post will be my last (at least for a while). I really hope you've managed to pick up a thing or two from my blog. Thank you for being here, and I appreciate all of you (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡

Now, let's dive into something super cool today – marine conservation and how we can be kinder to our oceans.

Did you know? Around half of the world's population lives within 100 kilometers of the coast. That's a lot of people living near the sea, right?

Coastal places by the sea are like gold mines for our planet. They help out the global economy, and they do some pretty amazing stuff, like storing carbon (which is great for the environment), protecting our shores, and providing us with yummy food (Mcleod et al. 2011; Barbier et al. 2011).

You see, more than 775 million people really rely on the sea and its coastal wonders (Selig et al. 2018). For example, fish is a big deal, giving about 3.2 billion people some of their protein. It's even more crucial in places where people are still developing their countries (FOA 2018). Plus, it's not just food; it's like a vitamin boost in your meal. And, tons of people make a living out of fishing and farming seafood, almost 57 million of them! (FOA 2018).

Now, when we talk about tropical spots near the sea, they're like treasure chests. There are amazing places like coral reefs, mangroves, and seagrasses that are teeming with life, and they help out our planet in so many ways. That's why a bunch of groups and campaigns are working hard to keep these places safe and sound.

Let's focus into how people in Malaysia are doing for a sec. Here are some rock stars doing their part to save these coastal wonders:

ICRI (International Coral Reef Initiative) Malaysia: These people are all about creating safe spaces in the sea for our underwater buddies to thrive. Right now, only 1.4% of Malaysia's waters are protected. They're on a mission to change that!

The Dugong & Seagrass Conservation Project: This one's all about saving dugongs (those adorable sea cows) and the seagrass they munch on in the Bay of Brunei, Lawas, Sarawak East Malaysia. It's a big deal because these seagrasses need some protection from overfishing and other stuff that could hurt them. The locals are getting in on the action too.

Tropical Research and Conservation Centre: These ocean heroes are based in the Celebes Sea, and they're all about saving sea turtles and fixing up coral reefs that got bashed up by fish bombing practices in Malaysia. They're on a mission to keep our underwater world vibrant and healthy.

So, there you have it! These incredible peeps are working hard to make sure our oceans stay awesome. It's all about taking big steps and little steps, but together, we can keep those secret underwater gardens thriving 🌊⋆｡°்⋆

Author's note: One of my all-time favorite YouTube channels recently released a new video that I believe is absolutely worth your time. His videos are like compelling stories paired with stunning cinematography. In this latest video, he highlights the alarming issue of the world's coral reefs deteriorating. It's crucial to shed light on real-world issues that are overlooked.

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References:

Barbier, EB, Hacker, SD, Kennedy, C and Koch EW 2011, ‘The value of estuarine and coastal ecosystem services’, Ecological Monographs, vol. 81, no. 2, pp. 169 - 193.

FOA 2018, The state of world fisheries and aquaculture 2018 (SOFIA), Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations, Rome, Italy.

Mcleod, E, Chmura, GL, Bouillon, S, Salm, R, Bjork, M, Duarte, CM, Lovelock, CE, Schlesinger, WH and Silliman, BR 2011, ‘A blueprint for blue carbon: toward an improved understanding of the role of vegetated coastal habitats in sequestering CO2’, Frontiers in Ecology and the Envinronment, vol. 9, no. 10, pp. 552 - 560.

Selig, ER, Hole, DG, Allison, EH, Arkema, KK, McKinnon, MC, Chu, J, Sherbinin, Ad, Fisher, B, Glew, L, Holland, MB, Ingram, JC, Rao, NS, Russell, RB, Srebotnjak, T, Teh, LCL, Troeng, S, Turner, WR, and Zvoleff, A 2018, ‘Mapping global human dependence on marine ecosystems’, Conservation Letters, vol. 12, no. 2, p. E12617.

#Youtube #marine #conservation #ecology #environment #malaysia #sustainability #livelaughlovetheworld #hehe :3 #science #tropical

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cerisezero · 2 years ago

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Idea dumping again, and this one's AUing things up. Heading into XC3 during main story canon times.

Simple enough AU in theory. Swapping out the main Ouroboros cast for a gang of the heroes who seem to have suitable pair vibes; I'm sure someone's gonna have done exactly these characters in the past, tbh. But hoping to put a different spin on their journey around Aionios, especially now Future Redeemed's been a thing.

Ashera and Teach; Valdi and Alexandria; Zeon and Juniper. Let's go.

The first bit of AU shuffling here; the gang in question are not all commanders. In fact, it's possible that only Juniper is, or one other with them. This likely leads to a scenario where some Consuls in charge of various things are different, too; for example, Q isn't putting Valdi in charge of things to Do Levnises Good. N and M are still things, and I'm not planning on reallocating the letters E, T, L or S... (We need Triton around, c'mon. Though come to think of it, the S here might not be anyone we know. And quite possibly C and J ditto.)

The Kevesi trio are based out of one Colony, which might not be any of the canon ones (Ashera is a little tricky to place here but hey, we can fiddle with the concepts later). Teach and Alexandria, similarly, come from one Colony; possibly he was assigned to Iota following That Thing Oleg Did With Chi on the principle he'll be able to keep Alexandria from getting too big for her boots? Juniper is, however, still working out of Tau to begin with.

The group first get dragged into Ouroboros-hood via a mission in the Pentelas region; similarly to canon, the two sides are trying to retrieve an 'odd ether signature'. Juniper and a contingent from Tau are called in to help the Agnians navigate the Maktha area, while the Kevesi are more having to go it alone.

Don't you just hate it when a giant monkey interrupts your artifact finding quest? Thanks, Gonzales. The group of six eventually gets trapped with the Ouroboros Stone and a Lost Numbers rep who probably isn't Guernica (Gray, maybe?); some of the more responsible folks push for an uneasy truce until the gang can get out of there. In the meantime, though... Valdi. Valdi, no. Don't poke at the glowy object.

And the plot starts... whether or not a wild ride is involved. (Likely there's a Moebius to beat up on soon enough, but who it is I'm not sure.)

The new Ouroboros have an advantage in that they have more pieces of the puzzle as to who and what Moebius are, even starting off, than the canon group did. (Not sure at what stage they can identify them as Consuls, mind, even with Ashera's memory.) Unfortunately, the team are lacking in both a Lucky Seven- (Noah and Mio are... Uh. At a different stage in the cycle, right now :( ) and a Riku to try and keep an eye on whatever the heck they're doing. They do encounter four out of the original six as their own heroes, as well as various other familiar faces. However, they need other ways to try and free or improve things for their still-Clocked allies.

Teach and Ashera provide a lot of the big picture plotting and planning, even when Ashera does fall back into '... we stab things?' as part of that plot quite a lot. They're an unstable pair, but they at least balance out each other's bad habits into functionality when they settle into their positions.

Valdi and Alex tend towards 'it's so crazy it might work', with Valdi even putting together a cargo-mech to carry their stuff or the Stone with them. When they finally encounter Riku, the pair remind our favourite Common Nopon of Nikol and Glimmer somewhat even though they're unrelated... or perhaps they remind some City historians of their Founders? There's enough there to pull strings, at least. And maybe their plans are enough to disrupt Clock systems?

Zeon and Juniper are the most level headed of the group. Watching Juniper's Tau traditions and conventions gets them all thinking 'ok, but what if some of our stuff is equally artificial'... In the end, Juniper steps into the party offseer role; they might prefer to bury those who've been lost, but it would be worse to not do anything for the fallen at all. ... Sadly, this means Zeon himself doesn't get to farm any spuds. He finds City culture and history very interesting, eventually.

A different adventure, a different group, trying to avoid the classic 'let's follow the same old path' trope. And as for the long term... well, I'll see when I get there.

#xenoblade 3 #xenoblade chronicles 3 #xenoblade au #future redeemed spoilers #minor ones that might not count because trailers but being safe #ouroboros au #idea dump #fic concepts #back to the au mines #wait isn't that just a goldmine?

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knowyourbmovieactors · 2 years ago

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OCTOBER HORROR MOVIES 2022 (N) NIGHTBREED

I have sometimes seen Clive Barker referenced as a "master of horror". Let me tell you, friends, I have watched Nightbreed, and that is not true. Based on a Clive Barker book, adapted for the screen by Clive Barker, and directed by Clive f-ing Barker, this movie is a shitshow.

Can I summarize the plot? Well, there's this guy who looks like an '80s underwear model (who does spend a good deal of time clad only in tight-whities) who has badly-edited dreams about some kind of city of monsters. His psychiatrist is David Cronenberg, and that's terrifying in and of itself. Then it turns out Cronenberg is actually a serial killer who is setting our hero up to take the fall for his murders. (Side note: it took me 20 minutes to figure out what the character's name was supposed to be. "Goon"? "Dune"? "Dude"? "Boo"? "Poo"? I heard all of these things before it clicked that people were saying "Boone". Why did everyone say "Boone" so awkwardly?) Then it turns out that the city of monsters is actually real, and our hero is off to join them, because they're actually the good guys, even though one of them did literally try to eat him. Then we find out that killer Cronenberg was actually on a mission to eliminate monsters and had been killing families that produced them. Then all of a sudden, the redneck town near the soundstage where all this is apparently happening form a drunk, whooping militia to blow the shit out of the monster town. And there's some kind of prophecy. And then everything is on fire and a lot of stunt performers dressed as characters we've never seen before get squibbed. And a priest character who is only introduced 25 minutes before the end of the movie is suddenly set up as if he's going to be the antagonist in a sequel that thankfully never happened. And there's another prophecy and a talking statue and Boone is renamed "Cabal" for some reason, and I've lost the thread, haven't I?

How do I start picking apart how this movie fails? The monster designs generally follow the Star Trek rule of alien design: take regular people and stick latex stuff to their faces. Paired with the late '80s/early '90s "dig through the fabric remnant pile" costume design, though, and some of them start looking like they stepped off the stage at Cirque du Soleil (the backflips and handstands don't help). Ralph McQuarrie is listed as a "conceptual artist", but I think all he actually did was dash off the cave painting art in the opening credits. They shot some stuff on location, but mostly built sets on soundstages, and it is reeeeeally obvious when scenes cut between the two; the art department tried to smooth over this with some hasty matte paintings, but, come one guys, even through the old film grain, it is very clear that most of the statuary in the cemetery set is carved foam. There are a couple of old-school stop-motion monster moments for literally no reason. Danny Elfman's score sounds like every Danny Elfman score thrown into a blender, and it's drizzled extravagantly on top of every damn second of every scene. There is nowhere to run as Elfman pummels you with dark whimsy. The acting is either high camp or dull wood, and it suddenly becomes absolutely "zany" when the movie arrives at what should be the big, dramatic attack on the monsters' home. It feels like the horde of cops and gun-toting rednecks drove over from the Police Academy set. Clive Barker does not know how to properly frame or pace or even light a scene, or how to get compelling performances out of actors, so editors have been left to the impossible task of frenetically piecing this thing together in an attempt to cover its obvious flaws. It doesn't work; in the final action scene, I turned to my girlfriend and said, "I have no idea where anything is in relation to anything else." Her response was "WHY ARE YOU STILL WATCHING THIS?"

Although, I will say that the wooden acting style does work for one actor here, and one actor only: David Cronenberg. His flat, blank affect is so profound in its not-thereness that he almost crosses into the uncanny valley; even though he plays a masked serial killer, he's actually more terrifying when he's walking around being "human". In his very first scene, way before he was revealed as a serial killer, I said out loud, "That dude's a serial killer." I don't know if it was an actual acting choice, or if that's just how David Cronenberg is, but, either way, it is one tiny thing that actually works in this film.

I have read takes on Nightbreed asserting that Barker--who is gay--intended the movie as a metaphor for the gay experience. I guess I can see that: a lot of the monsters seem to be queer-coded (in a late '80s fashion, anyway). They have always existed, but they are shunned and even hunted by society, and had their history erased from the greater world. And yet they have banded together in the underground to create a place where they can accept and care for each other (and also get nipple piercings). I can see how that might have been his intention; but I don't think Barker is up to the task. Nightbreed is seemingly earnest in whatever its intentions are, so I see how it has gone on to become a cult film; but, man, this is a bad movie.

#horror movies #movie review #nightbreed #clive barker #david cronenberg #danny elfman #ralph mcquarrie

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syntheticcy · 3 months ago

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I YIELD WRITER'S PASSION. I YIELLDD!!

Izuku's footsteps echo throughout the empty hall. He holds a stack of papers close to his chest, sighing. He hasn't seen Katsuki in months. Sure he rejected being part of his agency, but surely he'd still want to be friends... Right? It's been so lonesome without him. Each lunch break feels more unbearably quieter than the last, even when he joins the other teachers. As Izuku starts to unlock his classroom door, he hears footsteps. He turns around, leaving his keys in the door.

His face lights up, it's Kacchan! He nearly drops his papers. Katsuki sees this and darts over, quickly taking the papers out of his hands. "Hey, be more careful! You were going to make a huge mess." Katsuki scolds. "Sorry, Kacchan!" Izuku blurts out, quickly he unlocks his classroom and invites Katsuki in. Turning on the lights, Izuku takes a deep breath. His heart beating out of his chest. He pivots to Katsuki, who's already sorting the papers into easier-to-grade stacks.

He grumbles to himself. "Damn it, Izu, still overworking yourself." Izuku walks over, nervously pulling over a chair for Katsuki. "Kacchan, it's.. Been a while. You should have told me you were going to visit me." Katsuki's frustration fizzes out, and he takes the chair offered to him. Pushing it back to it's desk. "Um, I'm actually here for Riku, he's uh, not in his usual class and I-" Izuku stops listening the moment Katsuki names another man.

He's joking, he has to be. Right? He's just playing a cruel joke. This feels like a kick to the gut, all Izuku wants to do is scream and- He snaps out of it. Why is he so worked up over Katsuki seeing someone else? He's probably doing some hero work. That's all. He smiles and nods along. Glad that Katsuki is following his dreams. "Are you two going on a hero mission?" Izuku questions, and Kastuki is about to answer until hands wrap around his waist. Both Izuku and Katsuki are caught off guard. The pair of hands pull Katsuki's body against theirs and gently presses a kiss onto his cheek.

Immediately Katsuki shoves the guy back. "Hey!" Izuku quickly makes a fist moving to punch the guy square in the lips until he hears a chuckle. He looks back to Katsuki, who's smiling and laughing. He holds himself back. Kacchan doesn't know this guy! They've never met before! He's way out of this random's world. He's just an extra like Kacchan always says. Katsuki and the man notice the shock on Izuku's face and the man steps forward.

"Hey Midorya, I hope you don't mind me interrupting your conversation. Me and Katsuki are about to head out for lunch." Riku holds up a bento box, wrapped in a cute All Might-themed cloth. "Wanna join us?" No was the first thing that came to Izuku's mind but he relaxes himself. "Ah, sorry I can't. I.. got papers to grade. You know um." Riku nods and wishes Izuku well. Katsuki waits at the door and takes the Riku's hand. The door shuts and Izuku feels a pang in his chest. Is he sick? He sits down at his desk.

Then grabs his notebook from his bag, scribbling away. He quickly takes out his laptop and types as fast as he can. He looks up everything he can about Riku. Why is he eating with Kacchan? How does he know him? When did they meet? Who let them speak alone? Suddenly Izuki stands. Dashing over to the window. He looks outside, scanning for any sign if Katsuki.

Then he sees it, he feels nauseous and sits down. Why does he keep feeling ill? Maybe he ate something he wasn't supposed to. Still, the image is stuck in his mind. That damn guy, he had a hand on Katsuki's upper thigh. How degenerate! In public?! Izuku takes a deep breath, muttering. "They're alone. They're eating together alone." He holds his head in his hands. Struggling to understand why he feels so ill suddenly.

Part two (Wip)

I SAW THIS ON TWITTER AND I KNEW I HAD TO DROP IT HERE!!

OG post and bonus post

#bnha #bnha fanfiction #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #some guy #no beta we die like men #i'll add more to this later

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yuanwang · 2 years ago

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✿ for dick grayson nightwing. boys in blue

FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other

it's so easy to mesh these two together, they'd match each others energy so well!!! they're easy, friendly to an extent, but deadly serious about protecting those that need it, going above and beyond to save civilization, blue buddies ♡, their trauma and grief is so dense and while it's not exactly the same i think it's enough just knowing they aren't the only person feeling that way... i picture them circumstantially being paired up and hit it off throughout the course of the mission..i just think they'd get each other so well and maybe they'd even request the others presence for missions just so it's not so bland hjksdjkg

ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other

well i'm not one to turn down the possibility of a ship!! and because we haven't talked about these two yet i want to reiterate that this is all potential & we absolutely don't have to go down this path! i think they both have this image of being somewhat popular w/ love and partners but i think they'd both kinda stumble with relationships? i know dick isn't the most graceful person when it comes to romance, and can get lost in the intense feeling of it, but because of their similarities they'd be able to work through a lot of things together. i don't know how serious they'd be, or when down the timeline they'd actually take that step forward, but the i see the lines being blurry..

FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other

ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other

depending on the world building between these two, resi or dc, or maybe a mix of both, i can see dicks secretiveness & second identity be an issue ( as it almost always is )..storylines involving the government sending specific individuals out to do their dirty work is a recipe for disaster too, maybe they'd be given different types of intel? one knows more than the other? confidentiality? vigilantism vs official government persona?? do you catch my drift??

#* inbox ‚#knnedy #all my blue muses belong to kyria #boys in blue..love them.

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beeejayy · 2 years ago

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Back with more soul eater au . Sun eater. Omori eater. Uhh. Soul omori.

Anyways me ranting about this au down here .

First, soul eater premise so I don't confuse people!

"Death City is home to the famous Death Weapon Meister Academy, a technical academy headed by the Shinigami—Lord Death himself. Its mission: to raise "Death Scythes" for the Shinigami to wield against the many evils of their fantastical world. These Death Scythes, however, are not made from physical weapons; rather, they are born from human hybrids who have the ability to transform their bodies into Demon Weapons, and only after they have consumed the souls of 99 evil beings and one witch's soul."

Omori spoilers probably too

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Aubrey, Hero and Sunny are all meisters! What does that mean? It means their job is to turn their friends into death weapons, they're all partners and fight together!

Sunny: Sunny wants to become a miester for his sister, he's only doing it because Mari wanted him to be by her side and not leave him alone.

Hero: His parents wanted him to be born a weapon but since he never did he still wanted to do something so he became a meister and wants to be one of the first to make one of his friends (Mari) a death scythe. Hero prefers using Mari's scythe form the most since their wavelengths get along the most and they're just both good as a team.

Aubrey: She always wanted to be a weapon, it sounded the coolest to her but she is just a human. But, she can see souls! What does that mean? It's called Soul Perception, Aubrey herself possesses a keen sense of soul perception in which is due to the fact that she possess greater courage then others when fighting fear. Not only can she sense souls herself, but also attributes and estimated capabilities and later even the emotional state of others. (I totally didn't copy and paste what soul perception means) Aubrey is extremely jealous of Kel due to the fact he can turn into different weapons and she can't even be one. (Will get into Kel soon.) Aubrey and Kel are the best pair but also cannot work together. Their wavelengths never match and they can barely use soul resonance, when they fight their souls reject each other which causes Aubrey's hands to burn and Kel to feel very ill and his nose bleeds. Aubrey's hands are burnt because of how many times this happens!

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Mari: She is the only Scythe in the group! She is a perfectionist and her soul is the most determined out of everyone. Mari can actually use her scythe as a piano!

Basil: Basil is gardening shears! (Yeah I know, real original) When he and Sunny first paired up they had a fight over trying to do witch hunter (a fighting technique to kill witches) and Basil accidentally hurt Sunny and now Sunny has less eye coordination! Basil works best with Aubrey because of how long the two have been working together. (I'm still considering giving Basil black blood so he can be stranger but I don't know.)

Kel: (Kel's weapon choice was hard for me so I did just take another character's abilities and gave it to him but it works well with him.) He is classified as a "shadow weapon" who has the power to transform into a variety of ninja weapons including a kusarigama, a shuriken, a ninjatō, knife and a smoke bomb. His ability was passed down by previous family members. His parents wanted it to be for Hero but they couldn't control that! Kel can use his soul to resonate with whoever wields him! It reflects his character and how he can befriend anyone. Each person has a preference of Kel's weapon ability that they like to use. Mari uses Kel's smokebomb form, Aubrey uses his Kusarigama, Basil uses his Shuriken, Sunny uses his knife form (obviously) and Hero uses the ninjatō! Hero is the only one who can use it, its full name is the uncanny sword. One of the Uncanny Sword's known abilities is "Soul Possession", in which exploits the fears in people's hearts to possess the body and soul of the person who carries it. In the end, it absorbs the person's soul entirely. Another is Shadow Manipulation, the Uncanny Sword is capable of controlling a meister's shadow at will for a variety of effects. Hero is the only one who can use this weapon form because using it takes the users soul and Hero has the most experience with this form.

All of them are a group and switch between using each weapon because they can't pick only one pair together (by them I mean me)

#wow i ranted a lot #sorry .#dont have to read you can just like jt for fun art :]#i jist went a bit craazy #omori #soul eater #my art #omori fanart #omori au #hero omori #sunny omori #aubrey omori #mari omori #kel omori #basil omori #too many thoughts in head

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 3 years ago

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thinking about this since you posted about coming back to tumblr LMFKDJS. anyways, just a writing suggestion from another writer—

character where they tend to one of the boys’ injuries. can be whoever you wish, maybe y/n sees a news coverage of the chaotic fight prior to the hero coming home?

sorry if thats vague, i never requested anything before—

ofc! sometimes these headcannons really just get stuck in your head, huh T-T

anyway, i really think im gonna have a lot of fun with this imagine and i thinking about combining it with another request i got because i think i could make it into a really cute little ficlet!

this is the result of my brainfart, lemme know if you like it!

After a little consideration, i've decided to write Todoroki as bisexual and the reader as gender neutral. i will try my best not to put gendered pronouns in this work because i really think it adds something nice to the fic :)

Warning: stabbing, blood...

Masterlist<3

Todoroki x Reader

You and Todoroki had been close friends since you both got reccommended into UA together, and you both got along nicely. You respected his boundaries and he respected yours. Over time, you started talking more, with the help of the much needed intervention from Izuku, the sweetheart.

Since Todoroki had become friends with Izuku, he'd started coming out of his shell much more, and you loved to watch him grow as a person. He had learnt to challenge himself and stay true to his beliefs to become a better hero, and it was Izuku that had taught him this, and made him look further than his spite and more towards his potential as a hero.

You will be forever greatful to that little green ray of sunshine for providing the bicoloured boy support and frienship when you couldn't necessarily get close enough.

After this, Todoroki started becoming more outspoken and social. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly, but he was doing better, and this allowed your relationship room to grow and blossom. You had went to class together and paired up a lot of the time and even started studying together outside of school time. You considered yourself so lucky, because you really did think that Todoroki could be a truly wonderful person and hero one day if he wasn't already. You were glad to be friends with him, glad to be around him, even.

So when he started growing closer and closer to Izuku you understood why, and you weren't angry. You were still really close with him, one of his best friends, really. And you were happy with that. It was enough for you.

He had started talking to him more and hanging around him more, following him on missions, and every time he did it seemed like he'd had some grand personal development.

Is it really your fault that you were jealous?

It seemed Shouto had enjoyed Izuku's company far more than yours, and you had stayed feeling that way for years now. But, if they were happy, you were happy, because they're your friends before they're anything else to you. They were, and continue to be your best friends, so you would brush your feelings aside and put your friends first and foremost.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. So much in fact, that you had almost started distancing yourself from them completely. It's not like you blame Izuku at all, or Shouto, but you had begun to blame yourself. In your eyes, you were the problem.

You had continued this way until one day, you heard a knock on the door. Frantic and rushed, the sound echoed throughout your house, startling you from your place in the living room where you sat, watching a recording of a fight between Shouto and some nameless villain on the news station.

You almost jump out of your skin as you hear the noise and you quickly scuffle to the door to look through your spyglass, wondering who on earth that could possibly be.

To your surprise, you see red and white. The door is quickly opened at the speed of light, before Shouto could even raise his fist to knock again.

"Shouto?... Oh my god, what happened?"

You stare at him with your jaw dropped like a goldfish, saying the question before you realise that you already know, since you just saw him on the news not moments ago. He's ushered in quickly, and an arm is wrapped around the back of your neck and over your shoulders as he's hoisted up. The poor idiot is limping and clutching a bloody mess on his side.

He was stabbed.

Your heart drops to your stomach as you rush him onto your sofa, grabbing your first aid kit faster than he's ever seen you before, and he can't help but choke on his dry chuckle.

It's not too deep, thank god, but with the weapon removed already, he's still bleeding all over your couch. What the fuck are you supposed to do with furnature covered in suspicious looking stains? maybe if we pray you might be able to get them out, but enough of that. Focus on the matter at hand.

"Why the fuck are you here, of all places, you idiot?! Ever heard of an invitation? Or better yet, maybe a fucking hospital?!!"

You can't stop yourself from scolding him while you perform emergency first aid, giving him a stern look like a mother worried sick, and he feels his heart warm, smiling up at you like a dumbass despite your harsh language that he's more than accustomed to at this point. "If you die on my fucking sofa, i'm bringing you back to life just to kill you myself, you asshole."

He chokes on actual laughter this time, holding your hand once you're more or less done, knowing that he's not going to die this easy. He knows it. You know it. You both know it to be true. But still, you worry over him.

You blush bright red as you finally regain your bearings, realising how close the both of you are and how thick the tension in the air is.

"I came here... because I trust you... the hospital was-... I wouldn't have made it... 's too far. ...-'sides, 's noone else i'd rather have with me than you..."

The weight those words alone carry is enough to crush your spine, your breath hitching in your throat as you steel yourself and begin dressing his wounds, trying not to show just how confused and delighted and stupified you feel.

"... You're delusional... must've lost a lotta blood"

He quickly shuts down your dismissal, repeating his words and giving you no way of responding in a rational way.

"You've been avoiding Izuku and I for months now! Did we do something? What is wrong? How could I know how to fix things if you don't tell me what's wrong?!"-

-"Because I thought you were in love with Izuku! Okay?! I really thought you were both- both- in love with eachother! I didn't wanna get in the way- i'm sorry!" You interrupt him brashly and it's that moment when tears start to shed, rolling down smooth skin in small rivulets as you come down from such a stressful situation that you were completely unprepared for.

After a pregnant pause, the air tense and still, you're shocked to feel a pair of lips on yours. Glassy, intense eyes open back up again to see Shouto's soft smile, the kiss gone just as quick as it came while a tingling feeling tickles at your lips. You've officially been stunned into silence and Shouto simply laughs again.

"Y-you mean you really... thought me and Midoriya were... together?"

Now it's his turn to blush in embarrassment, shaking his head and assuring you that nothing of the sort was going on, and in actuality he'd had a crush on you since the very start. He was actually spending so muvh time with poor Midoriya because he felt like he was learning, and wanted to learn how to talk to you more and treat you better.

A lot of things made sense after that. But you didn't bother dwelling on it, you were too busy slamming your face into Shouto's unsuspecting one, capturing him into a passionate kiss that leaves him flustered and frozen.

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catladywriter · 2 years ago

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Inotan Fanfic: Inosuke’s White Day Mission - Chapter 1

What's in a Gift?

Synopsis: It's the day before White Day and Tanjirou is busy making chocolates for all the girls who gave him chocolates on Valentine's Day. Inosuke thinks it's a stupid tradition. Why should Tanjirou have to return their favours? Shouldn't Tanjirou be making chocolates for him instead? Of course, he's not jealous or anything. Definitely not.

Alright, maybe he is a little jealous. After all, he has feelings for Tanjirou and wants to be the one receiving his hand-made chocolates. With a little prodding from Zenitsu and some help from Tanjirou’s family, Inosuke sets out to get the perfect gift to prove that he’s the best candidate for Tanjirou’s White Day chocolates.

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Highschool AU (They're 17 in here, a couple of years older than their Kimetsu Academy counterpart)

Wordcount: 8500+ words across 4 chapters

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Status: Complete

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Tanjirou spent most afternoons at his family's bakery after school, helping his parents to bake their customers' orders.

But White Day eve was an exception. He had booked the home economics room and planned to spend the whole afternoon there. With an apron over his school uniform, he made batches of square chocolate bars to give away for White Day. Zenitsu joined him with a similar apron. He was hyper-focused on perfecting a singular heart-shaped piece of chocolate, the size of a birthday cake. Working on his final iteration, he scraped away at the sides, smoothing out the edges to perfect it. Inosuke helped himself to the extra chocolate bits that came away.

The delectable fragrance of Tanjirou's freshly-prepared chocolate batter filled the room, making Inosuke's stomach growl. But he couldn't enjoy it knowing that none of it was for him.

Inosuke loved Valentine's Day, when he was showered with chocolates from girls he didn't even know existed. Zenitsu often complained about his "pretty privilege". He said girls only gave him chocolates because they were shallow and liked his looks, as though that was a bad thing. Inosuke didn't care about the girls' reasons as long as he got his hands on some delicious treats.

White Day was different. Boys had to return the favour by giving gifts to the girls who gave them chocolates, according to Tanjirou. Inosuke argued that he didn't have to return the favour because the girls had given him chocolates of their own accord. He hadn't asked them for it. If he wanted chocolates, he would ask Tanjirou to make them for him. Tanjirou made better chocolates than anyone, in his opinion.

Valentine's Day was a bountiful day for Tanjirou too when it came to receiving chocolates from girls. He was helpful and kind to everyone and regarded as a hero for helping to catch the train pervert several times. Naturally, he would insist on returning all the favours with his own hand-made chocolate as an expression of his sincerity. Inosuke found this irritating and a waste of time when they could be doing something fun together or making more chocolates for him. It was definitely not because he was jealous about Tanjirou making chocolates for other people. Not at all.

Zenitsu only gave White Day gifts to Nezuko. He claimed it was because he only had eyes for Nezuko. Inosuke knew that was only partially true. Once upon a time, Zenitsu received more than Nezuko’s hand-made chocolate on Valentine’s Day. But ever since he shared his bold assumption that all girls who gave him chocolates wanted to marry him, he never received chocolates from any girl again besides Nezuko. And Nezuko gave chocolates to everyone, including Inosuke. Zenitsu poured his heart and soul into his gift of love for Nezuko, with the mantra of becoming the only man worthy of Nezuko’s chocolates.

“I’m done!” Zenitsu announced brightly. “I hope Nezuko-chan likes it.”

“That’s great, Zenitsu,” Tanjirou grinned at him and gave him a thumbs up before turning back to his own work. “I’m sure she’ll love it.”

“And how much longer will you take?” Inosuke demanded.

"Just another fifty pieces to go," Tanjirou said. "I'll freeze them in the freezer, and I should be done in an hour or two."

Inosuke groaned in response.

"Do you have that many girls to give chocolate to?” Zenitsu exclaimed. “What are you up to? Casting the net wide? Trying to woo them all and get multiple girlfriends like Tengen?"

“Of course not!” Tanjirou said. "I'm just returning the favour to all the girls who gave me chocolate on Valentine's Day. I made more too so no one gets left out.”

"Why not give them chocolates or cookies from your family bakery?" Zenitsu suggested. "Everyone likes them, and it would save you a lot of trouble."

"That's exactly why I'm not doing that," Tanjirou replied. "I want to express my appreciation by making the chocolates myself. It wouldn't feel sincere otherwise."

Zenitsu rolled his eyes. "You're taking this too seriously," he said before turning to Inosuke. "And you're not taking this seriously at all."

"Why should I?" Inosuke said through a mouthful of chocolate. "I always get chocolates on Valentine's Day anyway, even if I don't return the favour."

Tanjirou interjected, "But that's not the point. Isn't it nice to have a special day to show your appreciation for the people who are kind to you? Besides, girls shouldn't be the only ones giving chocolate. It's not fair to them."

Inosuke hastened to swallow his mouthful of chocolate before retorting, "Yea? So why don't you give me any chocolate?"

Tanjirou looked confused. "But I do! Don't I give you chocolates on other days? Plus, all the chocolates I receive on Valentine's Day end up being eaten by you anyway."

That's not the same, idiot Gompachirou. Inosuke thought to himself.

Tanjirou chuckled. "You have to eat in moderation. I know you like chocolate, but too much of it will give you a stomach ache."

Zenitsu had put away his chocolate heart into a cooler bag and kept all his equipment. He zipped up his coat, grabbed his bags and headed for the door. "Guys, I have to go. I still have cram school later. Good luck with your chocolates, Tanjirou."

Tanjirou waved goodbye to Zenitsu, then turned to Inosuke. "If you want some chocolate, you can help yourself to the fridge. I made extras. If you don't eat too much, I should have enough for everyone."

Inosuke felt his irritation growing. "I'm worth only extras, eh?" he thought to himself.

"You can keep those extras," Inosuke snarled as he swung his backpack over his shoulder. In his haste, he hit himself with the bag, causing him to curse under his breath. Without bothering to see Tanjirou's reaction, he stormed out of the room.

Inosuke caught up to Zenitsu, his footsteps pounding against the ground.

"You left? I thought you'd stay back to keep Tanjirou company," Zenitsu said.

"I have better things to do than to watch him make chocolate for other people," Inosuke waved his hand dismissively.

Zenitsu shot him an annoying all-knowing smirk. "Ah yes, of course watching your crush make chocolates for other people is never a nice feeling. I get that with Nezuko-chan. But unlike you, I channel that feeling into something constructive, like creating the best chocolate I can make for her."

Inosuke scowled at Zenitsu's words. "I don't know what you're talking about. I haven't got a crush!"

Zenitsu rolled his eyes. "Oh please, you're both my buddies, and I've observed and noticed for a long time. You're in love with Tanjirou, but you're too proud to admit it. And Tanjirou probably likes you too but is too dense to realize it. Well, someone has to do something if you don't want to be stuck in a stalemate. And it looks like that someone will have to be you, Inosuke. Since you're the one who's jealous about not getting his chocolates."

Inosuke's face flushed with embarrassment. How long had Zenitsu known his secret?

"What?!" he sputtered. "I’m not in love with Santarou!" He gesticulated furiously, trying to distract from his own feelings. "Why should I be? He's just an underling, and he's dumb as hell! Why should I like someone like that? If you say stupid stuff like this again, I'll punch you!"

"Fine, fine, if you say so." Zenitsu shrugged his shoulders. "Anyway, since I'm your best friend, don't say I'm not helping. You know Tanjirou doesn't like taking advantage of people. He always insists on returning favours, that's why he takes White Day seriously. It's already very generous of him to share his lunch and snacks with you on normal days. But you don't even give him anything, so why should he give you any in return?"

Inosuke's eyebrows shot up in indignation. "What? I spend all my free time with him and do things he likes with him, and I'm always there to help him when he needs it. Isn't that enough? Why should I give him anything when he doesn't need it? He'll just make me take it back or give me something in return. Giving presents is dumb and pointless, just like White Day." Inosuke ranted, forgetting that he was supposed to deny his feelings for Tanjirou.

Zenitsu sighed. "Of course, giving someone your time is the best present you can give..."

"That's exactly what I'm saying! And my time is very important," Inosuke snapped.

"Yes, but hear me out. When you give someone a present that they like or want, it shows that you care about them. And it's always nice to surprise people. It brightens their day."

Inosuke paused to think. Tanjirou had a way of cheering him up with his favourite food and snacks, like extra tempura to go with his lunch, or stationery and clothes with boar motifs. It always made him feel warm and fuzzy. He'd put on the shirt or start using the stationery immediately, even though he usually disliked wearing shirts or writing.

As though hearing his unspoken thoughts, Zenitsu chimed in. "See? It's not about the value of the gift or anything like that. It's about showing that you like them enough to care about their needs and likes, you know?"

Inosuke grunted in agreement. He could see the logic in that. But he still didn't know what to get for him. Tanjirou was a humble and selfless person, more concerned with the well-being of others than his own desires. He always said he was happy as long as his loved ones were well and safe. Besides, giving presents didn’t seem to guarantee that the recipient would accept his feelings.

"You give Nezuko all sorts of presents, and you’re still being friend-zoned," Inosuke pointed out.

Zenitsu’s smiley eyes turned wide and veiny.

“Why you! Why do I even bother talking to a boar like you? What a complete waste of my time!!” He stormed off in a huff, fists clenched to his sides.

Inosuke watched him go, taken aback by his outburst. That was just an honest observation. Why was Zenitsu so mad? Who could he ask for advice on what to get for Tanjirou now?

The cogs in his head spun, and in no time, a plan came to him. He would get Tanjirou chocolates, a belated Valentine's Day present, and make it a nice and big one. He would outdo all the chocolates Tanjirou had received from the girls. And in exchange, he would ask for all of Tanjirou's hand-made White Day chocolates.

Inosuke liked eating chocolate, but he couldn't distinguish one brand from another. Having accompanied Zenitsu on some of his present shopping sprees, he knew that getting chocolate from any random store wasn't enough to express his sincerity. As he wandered around, lost in thought, a familiar aroma of freshly baked bread and cookies caught his attention.

Without realizing it, his feet had led him to the Kamados' family bakery, the warmest and cosiest place he knew. He had spent hours there, watching Tanjirou man the ovens and savouring the freshest creations of the day right out of the oven. Tanjirou always thanked him for helping with his taste tests, but Inosuke believed that he never needed one. Tanjirou was a master of his craft, and he kept getting better every day.

Buying a present from Tanjirou's own family bakery might seem odd, but it had the best confectionery and pastries he had ever tasted. So, it made sense to buy from there. If he decided not to give the gift to stupid Tontarou, he knew it was something he would enjoy eating himself. Besides, he always worked there during the summer holidays, and was entitled to an employee discount, which would allow him a bigger budget. And either way, the spending would go back to Tanjirou’s family, so it was a win-win situation.

Confident that he would find the perfect gift here, Inosuke entered the bakery with a spring in his step, thinking to himself, "I'm a genius."

Chapter 2

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Author's Notes: For those unfamiliar with White Day, it's a Japanese holiday celebrated on March 14th, one month after Valentine's Day. On Valentine's Day, women in Japan give chocolates to men as a sign of affection. On White Day, men return the favour by giving gifts to the women who gave them chocolates. Like Valentine's Day, where women give "giri-chocolate" or obligation chocolates to thank the men in their lives and not necessarily as a romantic gesture, the reverse goes for men on White Day. Tanjirou is definitely the type of person who'd return all the favours on White Day, and so this plot line came to me. And of course, Inosuke thinks the concept is dumb. And frankly, so do I. As do many Japanese people who think the whole chocolate exchange tradition is a commercial cash grab. But Tanjirou would be in his element since he'd hand-make all his chocolates. I took inspiration from Kimetsu Academy, but I’ll be honest that I only watched maybe one or two episodes and didn't follow up with it. High school isn’t my thing, so this will probably be my only High school AU story. Please think of this as a fanfic of the Kimetsu Academy universe, or a high school AU of the original KNY series. Inosuke and Tanjirou are about 17 in here.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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my-insanity-is-an-artform · 3 years ago

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Ajshfjksjfjsgi!! The Wild x Reader x Twilight fic!! That was so cute! Wild being more impulsive than Twi was also a nice touch 💙

You have given me ideas about poly reader with Wild and someone else >:)

Wild and Hyrule wandering around as they are wont to do. They get to talking and realize they both like the reader. They then head off on a mission right then to find that specific type of fruit you mentioned you liked. When the pair are finally found hours later, they get chewed out by the reader for worrying them.

-Howl’s Moving Castle Anon. Which is a very long sign off so I think I’m just gonna have rename myself.

-🐝 Anon

My Dear Bee Anon, my inbox nearly ate your ask! Thank god for Mobile Tumblr being able to save drafts. It hasn't eaten anyone else's (yet) but I've noted them all down so no need to worry! I had hoped to get through most of them over the weekend, but life had other plans. There's 22 so far so if I haven't answered yet, it's on it's way!

Of all the things Wild had done in his very long life (or short life if you didn't count the century-long nap), this was possibly one of the more silly things he had done.

At least, he wasn't alone in his latest stunt.

Hyrule was with him this time.

And honestly, being stuck up a tree for a few hours didn't even make the list of dangerous stunts he had pulled.

It had all started when you had mentioned craving a particular fruit he knew grew in the area. He thought he'd be able to leave to scout while the others were resting and see if he could find it.

Wild hadn't really counted on Hyrule offering to tag along, but he hadn't mind. The extra eyes would help.

"So what exactly were you looking for?" Hyrule asked as they traipsed through the forest.

He hummed to himself, glancing around. "You know that fruit that came up this morning? I figured I could see if I could find one. Ya know. As a surprise." His ears burned at the confession and he avoided Hyrule's eyes. He just knew that his feelings were written all over his face.

Hyrule didn't speak for a few moments.

But when he did, Wild tripped over his own feet at the words.

"...You like them, don't you?"

Once Wild had gotten back to his feet, he looked over at Hyrule with wide eyes only to find his friend refusing to make eye contact.

"You'd be good for them. I've seen the way they look at you. You... You should tell them." Hyrule spoke with an almost tremble to his voice and continued to walk.

Wild stopped and watched his back for a few moments, thinking back over all the moments he'd seen them and Hyrule interacting. "They look at you as well. Like you hung the moon."

Hyrule froze and turned back to Wild who was fearlessly looking straight at him.

"You like them too."

Silence rang out over them as they stared at each other.

Both of them wanted the other to be happy even at the expense of their own happiness and neither was willing to back down.

Eventually, Hyrule is the one to look away. "I know what I saw. They want to be around you all the time. They constantly offer to help with the cooking. They like you."

Wild huffed and threw an arm over his shoulder. "Hyrule, I may have forgotten most social cues, but I know that them leaning into your space and constantly offering to explore and looking all doe-eyed in your direction means something. Besides, who said they couldn't like both of us?"

The two heroes stiffened as Wild's words sunk in.

Who was to say you didn't like them both?

Hyrule swallowed his nerves. "So what if we both tried? We could see if we're right?" His eyes started to brighten with confidence as he mulled the idea over. "If we worked together, then if they did like both of us, they wouldn't have to choose."

HIs friend jostled his shoulders with a side-smile. "I don't mind if it's you. And why should they have to choose? They're perfect." Wild finished with an absolutely smitten sigh.

Hyrule's own face went dreamy as he thought of the object of their shared affections.

"We should start with the fruit to test the waters." Wild decided and Hyrule gave a large grin as they both set off into the forest.

They would talk it over further when they knew that their feelings were returned.

But for now, it would only take a few minutes to find the fruit they were after.

They also found a very cranky bear and were chased up a tree.

By the time they returned to the campsite sans fruit and bear, they were both immediately pounced on by a very welcome presence before either Twilight, Time or Legend could scold them.

The idea that they liked both Wild and Hyrule was nearly confirmed in the midst of the scolding they got and the tight hug.

What did confirm it was the whispered tremble they said into their shoulders.

"Oh, it's a good job you're both cute. Just what am I going to do with you both?"

Hyrule and Wild shared a secretive smile over their head.

Just what would you do with them?

#linked universe x reader #linked universe #LU Wild #LU Hyrule #polyamory #The boys have a heart to heart #then exit persued by bear #I was going to focus more on the funny bit but Hyrule and Wild wanted to talke #Reader unknowingly confirmed Two Hands Theory

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wandaromanova · 4 years ago

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Little Sister

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, minor BW spoilers

A/N: hello! i’d like to note that this takes place sometime before the events in the Black Widow movie! if you haven’t seen the movie yet, please skip over this story and come back later if you’d like! happy reading <3

anon requested: hiii i have a fluff request after seeing bw haha: could you do nat x fem reader where they're laying in bed snuggling, and r asks her about her family and nat tells her and r notices how cute she looks when she's talking about yelena and it's so soft and ahhhh

Summary: Natasha tells her girlfriend about a piece of her past that she never talks about; her sister.

Word Count: 2K

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Natasha Romanoff has lived a lot of lives. She has been through more than most.

Nat had been taken as an infant by an organization that trained little girls to become lethal assassins.

She was psychologically conditioned to become a killer, having taken more lives than she could count.

Eventually, Natasha had managed to break free from the cage she was forced into and was recruited as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent; it was a new start for her, an opportunity to compensate for the red in her ledger.

So, Natasha took her job seriously, saving as many people as she could, even more so when she became an Avenger; one of earth’s mightiest heroes.

Natasha found something in the team that she never really had before; a family. She found a home within the dysfunctional team she had been recruited into.

Not only did Natasha find a family within the Avengers; she also found the love of her life.

Natasha hadn’t even considered the possibility of ever finding love.

For starters, the Red Room had instilled the concept that love was nothing but a distraction; a liability.

She had been taught that love was for children and it was nothing but a weakness that needed to be avoided at all costs.

She was quite literally programmed to be emotionally closed off and to always have her guard up. Letting someone into her heart was a risk she didn’t want to take.

When Natasha gained her independence from the organization, she had to do a lot of self-discovering. She had never been able to be her own person, but now that she could, she quickly learned that she didn’t even know herself.

However, it was Natasha’s insecurities that truly turned her off from the entire idea of love.

How could any ever possibly love her? She thought she was a monster for the things she’d done. She has done the unspeakable since ever she was a child.

What if she wasn’t enough? What if her baggage was too much for someone else to carry? She didn’t want to be a burden. She didn’t want to have to protect someone, just to fail them like she had failed so many others.

Natasha was positive that no one would ever be crazy enough to love her.

Little did she know, she would end up finding someone crazy enough to do so; you.

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When the Avengers were formed, you were extremely nervous about it.

All of the files that you’ve read on your new teammates were unbelievable; they were all phenomenal in their own rights. A super-soldier, a god, a genius, a trained-spy.

You were a spy yourself, so you knew exactly who Natasha Romanoff was. She was a S.H.I.E.L.D legend, the best of the best.

You were more nervous about meeting her than anyone else. What if she judged you? What if she didn’t think you were good enough to be an agent, let alone an Avenger?

Not only was she your superior, but she was also your crush. Yeah, you’d never even met the woman before, but you were crushing on her hard.

She was drop-dead gorgeous, but also quite literally a deadly force. Natasha could easily take down anyone she wanted to, and honestly, you wanted to be one of those lucky people.

When you met Natasha for the first time, you were a flustered mess. The redhead found it amusing, how your cheeks turned a bright shade of red and you stumbled over your words as you praised her work.

Natasha never told you this, but she was immediately smitten the moment she laid eyes on you.

There was a kindness and positivity that just radiated off of you and it was extremely contagious.

You were this beaming ball of light that lit up the darkest parts of her soul.

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You got to know Natasha extremely well while being on the team. From observing her closely and paying very close attention to her actions, you had managed to pick up on little things.

She didn’t put any creamer or sugar in her sugar; opting for strong, black coffee.

She was kind of a clean freak. If she saw something out of place, she would be quick to put it in the correct place or position.

When she was happy, she would let a small smirk cross her features. When she was annoyed, she would raise her eyebrows.

When she was stressed out or angry, three little creases would appear on her forehead as her eyebrows would knit together tightly; a subtle frown on her face.

Of course, when you began dating the redhead, you didn’t really have to survey her so closely anymore because she’d tell you things herself.

No matter the circumstances, Natasha would always come to you and rant about it. Whether it was about how shitty a mission went or how she beat Clint’s ass during training; you were the only person she wanted to tell.

Natasha had opened up to you, something she never did with anyone. She told you all about her past.

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You had some knowledge of Natasha’s previous life, considering it was in her files, but you didn’t realize just how horrible her childhood truly was.

The Red Room, the heavy weight of guilt that rests on her shoulders, the nightmares that forced her to relive the murders she committed, her time as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and becoming an Avenger.

She’d go on and on about her road to redemption or ‘clearing the red out of her ledger.’

Natasha was terrified when she told you about her demons. She figured you were going to leave her the second she finished talking, waiting for you to get up and walk out the door, but you didn’t.

So, you completely caught her off guard when you pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, placing a soft kiss onto her temple, the redhead relaxing in your embrace.

“You’re the strongest person I know. It’s not your fault, you were forced and conditioned to do the things you did.”

Natasha focused on the sound of your voice and took in your words as you softly caressed her red locks with one hand.

“Baby, the amount of respect I have for you is immeasurable. I applaud you for turning your life around for the better. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

Your words had brought tears to Natasha’s eyes, which was a rare occurrence.

She was expecting you to run for the hills, but you chose to pull her closer instead.

In that moment, Natasha knew she never had to be afraid of love again.

You were the most understanding and accepting person she’d ever met.

You would never judge her for her worst mistakes; Natasha had found the one for her and she wasn’t ever going to let go.

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Now, a few months later and a year into your relationship with the Russian, you were both lying in bed and cuddling.

You were both watching a movie when a particular scene came on. It was of a family gathering around a Christmas tree, children excitedly opening up presents with gleeful smiles across their faces.

“You know, my sister and I got to take pictures with a Christmas tree once.” Natasha spoke, her eyes fixated on the screen.

You looked up at her in shock. You didn’t know that Natasha had a sister. She told you that she didn’t even so much as know her parent’s names.

Natasha looked down and noticed your confused expression. She reached for the remote on the bedside table and paused the movie before returning her gaze to you.

“There was a mission I was assigned to in Ohio, as a kid. I was assigned to play the daughter of two other Russian spies, Alexei and Melina. It wasn’t just me though, there was a little girl who was assigned as my younger sister. Her name is Yelena.”

Natasha had a reminiscent, happy smile on her face as she recalled the brief period time of her childhood. She looked absolutely adorable as she rambled on about this part of her childhood.

“We took photoshoots of various holidays to make our family look more realistic. My favorite one was Christmas. Even though I knew they were just empty boxes, I wanted to rip open every single one.”

Natasha let out a small giggle at the thought. Even though she had a smile on her face, you could feel and hear the underlying tone of sadness in her voice.

“Yelena and I would spend hours outside, just playing together. Swinging on the swing-sets, looking up at the stars, bending over backward, and getting into a ridiculous competition to see who could hold the position the longest… I always let her win.”

You could see the fondness in her eyes, the longing. It warmed your heart that there was a small glimmer of light in Natasha’s past. There was at least a sliver of hope that she clung tightly onto throughout her time in the Red Room.

“After 3 years, the mission ended. Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room and were torn apart from one another.

Natasha’s breathing grew heavier as she recalled the unfaithful day. The sight of her sister being taken, and not being able to do anything to help her; still haunted the redhead to this day.

“There were so many men with guns and armor, they literally ripped us away from each other. I was eleven and she was only six.”

Your heart sunk at your girlfriend’s words as her smile dropped. She tore her eyes away from yours as she blinked rapidly, fighting back tears, but failed. You reached your hand up to her cheek and wiped away the fallen droplets.

“I haven’t seen her since. I’d like to think that she found a way out and got a life of her own; a nice, happy life.”

Natasha placed her hand on top of yours before looking down at you once more. You sent her a soft smile when she let out a shaky breath.

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“I knew that the it was all fake, but it was still the best part of my childhood. It was real to me.”

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You nodded your head at her words. She took a brief pause, trying to regain her composure, before continuing.

“Even if we have no true relation to one another, and even if I haven’t seen her in years, she is still my little sister.”

Natasha finished off with a big gasp as sobs wracked her body. You sat up from her embrace and pulled her into your arms, just like you had many times before.

You rubbed her back soothingly as she cried into your shoulder, her tears hitting the exposed skin.

“She sounds amazing, baby. I’m really happy that you had some sort of happiness back then and I hope one day you get to see her again.”

You whispered and Natasha pulled away from the hug, still in your arms as her emerald eyes surrounded by a sea of red, a result of her crying.

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“I doubt she’d even want to see me. I didn’t even try to find her. I’m a horrible sister! I-“

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You immediately pressed your lips against hers, effectively getting the Russian to calm down. You broke the kiss when her breathing slowed.

“Honey, of course, she’d want to see you again. Like you said, you guys are sisters. I’m positive that it was just as real to her as it was to you.”

You reassured your girlfriend, her eyes a pool of worry and guilt. You rubbed your thumb against her waist, the material of your her hoodie beneath your touch.

“From what you’ve told me about the Red Room, it would’ve been impossible to find her. Stop beating yourself up over it. You’re the best, and I’m totally not biased or anything.”

Natasha let out a small chuckle at that and you smiled at her, wiping away the last of her tears. She collapsed into your hold further, shoving her face into the crook of your neck.

“Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you so much.”

Natasha’s words came out muffled as her face pressed further into your skin.

“You never need to thank me for anything. I’ll always be here for you, Natty.”

You hugged her as tight as you possibly could, her cold skin meeting your warmth. Natasha let out a small sigh at the feeling.

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“Wherever you go, I go.”

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Babysitting Duty

Summary: while Scott and Clint are away on a mission, you and Wanda are stuck with babysitting duty

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: some harsh language

Word Count: 5,117

"Your asses had better not leave the yard, got it?"

"Please don't swear at the kids."

"They're being little shits!" You insisted.

Wanda glared at you from where she was sat on the couch, cradling two-year-old Nathaniel, who had fallen asleep in her arms a few minutes ago. You scowled back at her as you moved to the other seat, closer to the open window, so that you could see and hear Lila and Cassie running around in the backyard. Lila ducked into the shed for a moment, re-emerging with a soccer ball. She kicked it toward Cassie.

Clint and Scott had taken up an offer to go on a mission with Natasha across the country. You didn't pry as to why she needed them specifically. Laura was in Los Angeles visiting some family, meanwhile Maggie and Jim were taking a vacation in the tropics. That had left Scott and Clint in need of a babysitter, and you'd been volunteered for the job. Now, you and Wanda were stuck at Clint's farmhouse for a few days until Laura got back. You were only in charge of Cassie, Lila, and Nathaniel, with Cooper having gone to stay with a friend while his parents were out of town.

"Why don't you go put him down?" You suggested to Wanda, the scowl on your face replaced by a soft smile.

Wanda shook her head. She didn't even bother to stand, instead simply laying him down on the couch they were sitting on. He whined a little as he left her arms, but after she'd stroked his head a couple times, he settled as soundly as he had been. She stood and crossed the room, sitting down next to you. Your arm moved around her waist and she leaned against you, legs curling up to her chest. You kissed the side of her head as you glanced out the window quickly to check up on the girls.

"What do you think about what Tony said?" She asked quietly.

You turned to stare at her. Her light green eyes flickered up to meet your gaze. It put a smile on her face. Her hand reached for yours, taking it and intertwining your fingers. You played with her hand.

"One day."

After getting the babysitting gig, you hadn't exactly been ecstatic. You were an Avenger, not a babysitter. Anytime Clint and Scott weren't around to hear, you'd repeat those words to whoever was close enough to listen. Most of them got that. They thought the same. It's why everyone had tried so hard to avoid the two men for those few days. When you'd gotten stuck with it, Natasha had even gone so far as to laugh at you.

You were good at avoiding. You'd practiced it all your anti-social life. So, it wasn't your fault that you'd be assigned babysitter. It was Wanda's. Clint had managed to corner her one day. Their relationship was a strange one. He'd cared for Pietro, and Pietro had cared enough for Clint to give up his life for him. Now, the surviving Maximoff and the archer had some sort of bond. That bond had made it impossible for her to say no to babysitting the toddler that was named after her brother.

Stuck with two kids anyway, you figured you might as well take care of Cassie at this point. Once you'd been nominated babysitter, though, Tony had taken it upon yourself to never leave you alone. It seemed, for those few days after you'd agreed to take care of the kids, Tony was around every single corner. You wouldn't have been surprised to learn he had been using the security cameras to keep track of you, because no matter how hard you tried to hide from him, he was there.

He was teasing you relentlessly about your having to babysit. Unlike the rest of them, Tony wasn't teasing you because you, an Avenger, were stuck with a 16-year-old high schooler's job. He was teasing you because you were stuck at a nice little home in the country with three kids and your girlfriend. He insisted, every time he saw you, that this was going to be good practice for your future. Wanda had blushed furiously the first time he'd said it. You'd shooed him away.

As much as you hated dealing with the billionaire and his stupid smirk when he'd approach you to tease you about practicing for your own kids, you would deal with it. Wanda would always turn away with a tomato-red blush burning on her cheeks, and so you would always find a way to give her an escape to stick around and take Tony's taunting yourself. Mostly you just ignored him, but he was persistent if nothing else.

Tony had driven you absolutely mad with his stupid suggestive tone and heckling comments. That was undeniable. Sometimes, you even wanted to take him down to the ring just for a reason to drive your fist into his gut. But after a long day of work and having to hear him go on and on, you'd climb into your bed, or sometimes Wanda's, fall asleep for the night, and dream up the pictures that he'd painted into your head.

There were two or three kids. One of them was always a boy. You were just getting home from somewhere, and Wanda was in the backyard of your house, watching the children play. The boy would be with one of the other kids, but when you approached Wanda and slid an arm around her waist, he'd run up to you. You'd ruffle a hand in his hair, and he'd giggle, light green eyes casting up to look at you. He had Wanda's eyes. You'd reach down and pick him up, kissing his cheek as he continued to laugh.

"Hi, Momma," he'd say.

"Hello, Pietro," you would reply every time. "Were you good for your mom today?"

Then he would nod and squirm a little, desperate to get back to his brothers or sisters. You'd set him down on his feet and he'd dash back to the others. You would lean into Wanda, then, kissing her softly. She would kiss you back, just as gently and lovingly as she did in your waking life. No words would be exchanged as you guided her to the bench swing, pulling her close and smiling as you both turned to watch your children laugh and play together.

It was just a dream, and it was entirely Tony's fault, you were sure. He'd put the idea of a family into your head and now you couldn't get it out. You'd always known you wanted kids and, even though you might not have known her all too long, you knew it was Wanda you wanted them with. She was your everything and you wouldn't want anything without her. Your future didn't exist without Wanda Maximoff.

"I've seen those dreams you've been having."

That honestly didn't surprise you too much. She'd seen your dreams on occasion. You'd learned that when you'd woken up absolutely drenched in sweat one night after a particularly inappropriate dream involving a particular witch. She'd watched your eyes open and immediately straddled your waist, promising to make your dream come true. You hadn't gone back to sleep that night, and it was clear as day that she had seen every single detail of that dream.

She was a mind reader. It wasn't hard for her to see just what was going on in your head; conscious or not. So, as you slept, she was able to see those images of you and she with your cozy little house and little Pietro smiling up at the both of you. It didn't surprise you, but it did make you a little nervous to know she'd seen them. You didn't want to seem like you were rushing into things at a pace that she wasn't ready for. You would wait forever for her.

You'd talked about it with her before. It was nothing too serious. It had been a simple conversation, the two of you discussing where you thought you might be five or ten years down the road. When you'd talked about it, the two of you hadn't been dating yet. You'd just been friends, both wanting to be more. It had been a quiet night, and you'd wanted to take her mind off Pietro, who had died only four months earlier.

Wanda pictured her future as a quieter life. She wanted a nice home on a quaint little street where she wanted a family, someone to love and maybe a couple of kids down the road. She'd told you she wasn't sure yet, if she wanted to continue being an Avenger. She hadn't always been fond of the sort of action you guys saw, but she knew she had the power to help people. Her heart was good. She couldn't just ignore that fact.

Your vision had been a little different. You were absolutely sure that you wanted to continue being an Avenger. You were a hero through and through. You couldn't imagine a life where you weren't doing what you did now: keeping people safe. You wanted to stay in New York, but maybe moving out into the suburbs in the outskirts of the city. You, too, wanted to start a family someday. Avenging could be a day job, you'd assured.

Then you'd gotten together. You'd admitted your feelings, you'd gone on some dates, and quickly, you'd fallen deeply in love with her. That dream of a future was still one you had: An Avenger by day and a wife and mother by night. At some point, though, that woman you saw yourself having that family with had become Wanda. Suddenly, you couldn't see it any other way. For a long time, you'd kept that from her. Now, though, she knew, and you were glad she did.

"What do you think of it? The dream," you asked carefully.

Wanda didn't answer right away. Her eyes had cast out the window to watch Cassie and Lila run through the yard, passing the ball between each other before Cassie turned and kicked it into the net. They both cheered loudly, raising their arms in the air, smiling widely, and high fiving. Their excitement made Wanda smile too. Her gaze turned back away from the yard and back to you, searching your face carefully. You let her study every detail of your eyes.

"I think it's beautiful."

Any life with her would have been beautiful. Anything with her was beautiful. You were absolutely sure Wanda Maximoff was the most beautiful thing in the world and there was nothing that could have changed your mind. The Avengers teased you sometimes. Natasha had teased one day, that you looked at your girlfriend as if she were the most exquisite piece in an art museum. You'd only assured her that no piece of art ever held a candle to the Sokovian.

"Would you..." You trailed off and took a breath, trying to figure out just what you were asking. "Would you consider it one day?"

Wanda didn't hesitate a millisecond. "I don't have to consider it. One day, Sweetheart."

That warmed you to your very soul. You put your hands on your cheeks and turned her face toward yours. You pressed your lips together, the feeling never failing to make your eyes flutter shut. You savoured the so familiar taste of her against your lips as you let your hands slide; one moved to the back of her neck to hold her close, and the other came to rest on her thigh. It wasn't a long kiss. It didn't need to be. It only took a few seconds to convey to her something words never could.

"How many?" She asked.

You laughed. "Two or three? What do you think, Baby?"

"Three," she hummed softly.

You couldn't believe that Tony was fucking right. Here you were with the woman you loved so dearly, babysitting your coworkers’ kids, and imagining having ones of your own someday. You had to admit, you did like it. They were a bit of a handful, that much was for sure, but you loved it. You loved watching their smiles, watching them play and laugh, and joining them in their fun and games. You loved seeing how Wanda would sit with them, cradle Nathaniel close, and read the girls bedtime stories. The thought of having this with her made your heart swell.

"Alright, where would we live?" You asked with a soft laugh.

"We'll stay near New York," she assured. "My big strong Avenger."

You laughed when she teasingly squeezed one of your biceps. You flexed a little, pressing the muscles against her hand. At this, the touches to your arm weren't so teasing. Her fingers traced the lines of the defined muscles that lay beneath your skin. You breathed out a quiet laugh, grabbing her hand and gently kissing against her knuckles. Her hand hesitated at your mouth as she ran the pad of her thumb across your bottom lip.

"Port Washington?" You offered. "Maybe a little way outside the city or in northern Jersey? I know you want to raise a family in a small town and New York City isn't exactly that."

She pressed her lips against your neck for a moment. "I love you."

You breathed out. "I love you, too."

She pulled away, moving to touch your knee instead. You put a hand over top of hers, turning to check on Cassie and Lila again. They'd taken to sitting in the grass, leaning against a tree trunk, and talking quietly. You weren't sure what about, but you were just glad that they seemed to still be having a good time. You slid Wanda's hand off your knee so that you could stand up.

"I'm just going to grab a snack for the girls," you kissed her cheek. "When I'm back, you can let me know if you've got any more ideas for this life of ours, huh?"

Wanda nodded.

You moved into the kitchen, opening up the pantry and putting together a couple of PB and Js, cutting them in half and setting them on the counter. You then mixed a few glasses of lemonade, put everything on a tray, and headed briefly back to the living room to hand one glass to Wanda, before heading out the back door. You whistled merrily, catching the girls' attention. They both smiled at your approach, and you settled into the grass beside them.

"For you."

They thanked you repeatedly, taking a plate and a glass each. You took your own glass, sitting back and sipping it as the cool breeze blew through your hair. You crossed your legs, watching their girls bite into their sandwiches. You tried to think back to what you'd been talking about at their age. You'd been in grade school and had often been in the schoolyard with your friends talking about boys. Well... they'd talk about boys and you would hesitate and make something up because you didn't know who the hell you liked.

"So, what are we talking about today, girls?"

"Lila was just telling me about a boy named Sam."

"Cassie!"

"What?" Cassie defended. "She's not gonna tell!"

You nodded. "Cassie is right, kid. I'm the best secret keeper probably ever."

Lila seemed to ponder this for a moment. It was a blatant lie, though. Every secret that was told to you was also told to Wanda, but it didn't go past there. You couldn't keep things from her. It was like she could pull anything from you with just a simple gaze from those light eyes. Even if you didn't tell her, she was a mind reader. Either she'd hear it from your lips, or she'd hear it running through your brain at one point or another.

Lila seemed to be contemplating this. "Okay. Well, there's this boy in my class. His name is Sam. I really like him."

"Oh, yeah?" You asked, sipping your lemonade. "So why don't you tell him that?"

"No! I can't tell him."

"Why not?" You scoffed. "What's the worst that could happen, Li? He either likes you back or he doesn't."

You'd always had trouble with your own advice. If you admitted your feelings to someone and they told you they didn't feel that same way, you felt awkward for months after that. But you were an adult. Lila was eleven. Even if kids these days were growing up way faster than you did, you knew that things were a lot more complex when you were a little more grown up. In a year or two, then she'd start realizing that.

"What about you, Cas? Any boys in your class you've got an eye on?" You winked.

Cassie didn't seem to find this very amusing though. Suddenly, it seemed, her sandwich wasn't very appetizing, and the lemonade had lost its sweetness. Her gaze moved to somewhere no one could meet it, locking to the ground as her fingers began playing absentmindedly with the grass. You tilted your head to the side curiously. You glanced over at Lila, but she didn't seem to know the reason for this either.

"Lila, could you give us a minute?" You asked the older of the girls. "Why don't you go see what Wanda is up to?"

Lila nodded and scampered off. She ran to the house and in the back door, and you watched in the window as she appeared beside Wanda. You saw her explaining something to the Sokovian, likely just trying to express that her friend was upset. You turned your focus to Cassie, who was busying herself by pulling a few blades of grass out of the ground. You didn't try to stop her, the fidgeting obviously calming her anxiety.

"What if..." She took a deep breath as she trailed off. "What if I think I like like a girl?"

Cassie Lang was ten years old. That's around the same age you started wondering what the other girls saw in boys. You hadn't realized as young as she did that you'd liked girls, but you knew something about you was different. At that age, you'd thought maybe something was wrong with you. It had taken you a few years to realize you weren't broken, just different. It had taken you even longer to realize that was okay.

You knew Cassie probably felt more comfortable asking one of her babysitters this question than anyone else. She trusted her parents and her stepdad, and she loved them, that much was clear. With them, though, she watched a man love a woman. With you, she watched you love Wanda the same way Scott loved Hope. She watched you do something she was feeling in herself. It made everything seem a little more normal and a little more okay. You knew that much from experience.

"Cas, look at me, Sweetheart," you said gently. Cassie looked up at you. "You can like whoever you want to like, and you can be whoever you want to be."

"But at school, all the girls like boys and I don't. Why don't I? I just want to be the same."

"Because not everyone is the same, and that's okay. You don't think there's anything wrong with me, do you?"

"No."

"No. And I love a girl. Isn't that okay?"

"Yeah."

Maybe it was a bit of a guilt trip, but it got Cassie to look up. You watched as her eyes travelled from you, to Wanda, and back. There was no longer any trace of nerves or anxiety on the young girl. It had instead been replaced by curiosity. It seemed your little pep talk had actually worked. She seemed more at ease after assurance that she didn't need to be normal. You knew that wasn't it for those nerves, you even got them yourself once in a while, but you were glad to have put her at ease for a while.

"Kiddo, are you going to talk to your mom or dad about this?"

As honoured as you were that you'd felt to be a safe person to come out to, you weren't really the person that she should be going to for support. Her mother and father would give her that. You didn't know Maggie well, but you knew Scott. He would be unconditionally supportive and wouldn't hesitate to reassure her if she ever felt like this again and if there were someone who didn't, he'd make sure to immediately remove that person from their life.

"I think I'm gonna talk to my dad when he gets home. Can you talk to him for me?"

"I can give him a little heads up, but you're going to have to be the one to actually talk to him."

She took a deep breath but nodded. "Okay."

You smiled proudly.

You sat with Cassie for a little while longer in that spot. Following your conversation, she seemed to be feeling better. She was eating and drinking again as she told you a little about this girl she was sweet on. You didn't comment too much, smiling and nodding along as she told you stories about the schoolyard. Soon enough you were once again trading places with Lila. The two girls resumed their gossiping in the grass, and you moved back to sit with your girlfriend once more.

When you sat down next to Wanda, glancing at a still sleeping Nathaniel as you moved, you immediately turned to the window. The two preteens had already regained that same calm expression they had been sporting earlier. Satisfied that they were both alright, now, you turned back to Wanda. She was watching you carefully, eyes flickering down to peek at the smile on your lips. You beckoned her to come back against you like she had been before you left.

"You and Cassie seemed to have quite the heart-to-heart," she hummed quietly as she leaned back against your side and your arm snaked around her.

"She confessed she might have a crush on a girl."

Wanda raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Well, I see why you were a safe person to confess that to."

You chuckled and kissed the side of her head. "Yeah, I do, too. I gave her a little bit of reassurance before telling her she should really talk to Scott or Maggie."

Wanda nodded in agreement. She reached out to the table to grab the glass of lemonade you'd made for her, sipping it quietly. The cool glass pressed against your arm when she lowered it, sending a shiver throughout your body. She seemed to notice this, as she laughed, moving the cold cup up to your cheek. The condensation that coated it transferred onto your skin and you frowned, pushing her hand away. She laughed a little harder.

"So, what did you come up with?" You asked her. "I seem to remember asking you to come up with some more details."

"You did. So, I wondered what Pietro's siblings' names might be?"

You froze. That was from your dream. You knew she'd been seeing it, but you still got a little curious when she brought up the more minor details. You turned to look at her, curiosity burning in your chest. Pietro was her brother, not yours. You wondered briefly if she even wanted to name any children she might have in the future after the brother she'd lost.

"Pietro," you repeated softly. "Is that okay?"

"Fuck, Honey."

Wanda rarely swore, so when she did, you knew she was feeling something strong. You were assured it was a good feeling, though, when she grabbed you and pulled you toward herself roughly. Your lips connected and you felt the intensity in her kiss. You didn't dare be the one to pull away from this, letting her show you how she was feeling through the intimate touch. When she finally did, her hands were immediately in yours.

"Thank you. He meant the world to me and you mean so, so much to me, too and... thank you, Honey."

"You don't have to thank me, Baby. He deserves it," you assured, a hand on her cheek. "But did you have other ideas too?"

She nodded. "I did. We'll obviously discuss more when the occasion arises, right?"

"Right," you agreed with a laugh. "So?"

"I like the name Tommy. It's cute, don't you think?"

"I do think so," you hummed.

You don't know what it was, but something had you so drawn to her in this moment. You wanted to pull her close and never let her go. Granted, you wanted that most of the time. Right now, though, the thought of releasing her from where you had her flush against your side, her head resting so softly on your shoulder, made your heart feel a little weaker. As if she could feed that absolute need radiating off of you, she kissed your shoulder and put her hand into yours, squeezing tight.

"Any girls' names you like?"

Wanda stopped to ponder. "Violet."

"That's cute too," you smiled at the thought of your family. "You're pretty good at this, my dear," you paused for a moment. "So, Pietro, Tommy, and Violet Maximoff?"

She hesitated at hearing that. Her head moved off your shoulder, and you immediately missed the lack of pressure. You had to suppress a quiet whine as you glanced over at the curious eyes that were peering at you. You cocked your head to the side, in the movement, willing her to tell you what was going on inside her head. You felt as though her eyes could see into your very soul with the way she was watching you.

"Maximoff," she finally said.

"Yeah. I like it," you told her. "And doesn't my name sound so good with your last?"

You didn't even have to say the name aloud. Just hearing it in her own mind had a shiver running through her body- something you felt it against your own. She didn't have to say aloud, either, that she loved the idea. You knew she did. You both did. It was something that made you entirely hers. You were entirely hers. You belonged to Wanda Maximoff and her last name attached to your first would prove that to anyone.

"One day," Wanda said, repeating the words you'd spoken earlier. "One day you'll be my Mrs. Maximoff."

It was your turn to hesitate at those words. You were both talking about this as if it were inevitable. As far as you were concerned, it was. You couldn't even picture a life that didn't have Wanda in it. You didn't want to. You wanted to be her wife and live in a small house in the suburbs and raise children with her. You wanted all of it so bad you could hardly fathom it. You turned to her, making sure to catch her eyes.

"Did we just get engaged?" You teased.

You hadn't, but you had. All engagement was, was a promise to be each other's and to get married. There was no time limit on that. In the last little while, you'd promised that to each other. You had both promised each other this entire life that you could see laid out before you. Neither of you had been discussing it as if it were a possibility, but more as an inevitability. That sure sounded like a promise to you.

"I don't know," Wanda admitted. "We agreed we'd get married one day."

"Yeah," you agreed. "We definitely did."

Then you decided to make it less of a question as to what had or had not happened. You slid away from her and stood up off the couch. You took a knee on the floor, bringing her hand into yours. Your heart was thumping so loud in your chest that you had to wonder whether or not she could hear it from where she sat. Judging by the way her eyes widened, though, you thought that maybe her own heartbeat was drowning it out.

You didn't think this was how you'd do this. Sure, you'd many times thought about how you'd one day propose to Wanda. In none of those scenarios was she sitting on the couch in Clint's living room whilst Nathaniel slept ten feet away with Lila and Cassie's giggles floating in through the window. They were usually a lot more romantic than this. You couldn't find it in yourself to care. This was the moment. You could feel it.

"So let me clear up the confusion," you offered, eyes not leaving hers. "Wanda Maximoff, I cannot picture my life without this little suburban house and these sweet little kids and you, my love. I will walk to the ends of the Earth and back for you. I'd give you my heart and my soul in an instant if you wanted me to. Will you marry me?"

Wanda didn't seem to be able to find her voice. Her expression was one of shock. Her jaw had dropped a little, and her eyes were wide, watering a little. You wanted more than anything to reach out and wipe those tears away and to kiss her cheeks, even if they weren't tears of sorrow. But your knee was glued to the floor until she gave you an answer. She seemed to collect herself, then. Her hands wiped at her eyes, her lips curled into a smile, and then, finally, she nodded.

"Yes. Of course, yes."

She pulled you back onto the couch. It might have been a little far, with your knees on either side of her waist. The two girls could have walked in at any moment. But you were so completely happy that there was absolutely nothing that would have stopped you from resting your arms on her shoulders, linking your hands behind her neck, and kissing her like you needed her more than you needed oxygen in your lungs. You supposed you might have. She finally pushed you away.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, beautiful fiancée of mine," you teased. "I guess Tony was right then, huh? The babysitting gig was good for us."

She laughed and then buried herself in your embrace. You held her there, not a single care in the world, knowing she was yours and you were hers. One day you would have a life a little like this one. You and she together with a family of your own and so much love around you.

It was all thanks to the stupid, stupid babysitting gig.

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