#hato x reader

[bebegi]

OOPS! ೃ⁀➷ JOJOLION

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭! 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦!

genre: accidental confession | modern au | reader x hato higashikata, yotsuyu yagiyama, kei nijimura & joshu higashikata.

warnings: none!!

PART I– PART II – PART III – PART IV – PART V – PART VI – PART VII – PART VIII – PART IX

notes: here it is!! finally!! i had a rough week but i survived :3

notes: the world isn't being very kind to anyone right now but remember that people like you and me, whatever we are, wherever we are; have always existed and will always exist!! don't lose hope!! we still have each other, ily<3

notes: divider by ianrkives ✧.*

© bebegi 2024. do not crop the tag or claim it as yours in any way please, do not repost in other sites without asking for permission + credit, thanks !! reblogs are highly appreciated ♡

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one time me and my evil ex were on vacation together (keep in mind we were long distance) and i fell asleep on the couch with her and instead of doing something romantic like admiring my sleeping form or cuddling me or something she sat next to me and read a hatoful boyfriend x reader smut fic and then told me about it when i woke up

[kakusu-shipping]

Emile Hides - He/She

Agender - Fray/Panromantic - Asexual - Polyam

24 years old

Autistic - OCD - Anxiety

Age Regressor - Permakid - Age Locked

Proship - Self Ship - Fudanshi

Art Tag: Emile’s Arts

Writing Tag: Emile’s Writing

Edit Tag: Emile's Edits

This is my Ship and Let Ship blog where I post about ships I like, Self Ship as loudly as possible, write X Readers curated to me and me alone, and ramble about my F/Os in the tags of other people’s posts.

Full F/O list under the cut (Very Long)

Romantic F/Os

Koro-Sensei - Assassination Classroom

Toshinori Yagi (All Might) - My Hero Academia

Nezu - My Hero Academia

Mashirao Ojiro + Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia

Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) + Kendo Rappa - My Hero Academia

Atsuhiro Sako (Mr. Compress) + Jin Bubaigawa (Twice) - My Hero Academia

All For One - My Hero Academia

Makarov Dreyar - Fairy Tail

Toma E. Fiore + Mako - Fairy Tail

Jackpot - Fairy Tail/OC

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation

Leuvis - The Promised Neverland

Kyube - Madoka Magica

Ginko - Mushishi

Takashi Morinozuka - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Kometani Chushaku + Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate

Masato Hanzawa - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Gonzaburo Taishiro - Sasaki and Miyano/Hirano and Kagiura

Franky Franklin - Spy X Family

Riri - Romantic Killer

Junta Hayami - Romantic Killer

Harunobu Nikaidou - March comes in like a Lion

Otsu + Minegishi - Manly Appetites

Muta - The Cat Returns

Scorpia - She-Ra

Bismuth + Peridot + Lapis - Steven Universe

Eda Clawthorn + Raine Whispers - The Owl House

Hieronymus Bump - The Owl House

Good Billions + Bad Billions - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Tad Mullholand - Kipo and the age of the Wonderbeasts

Ruby Gloom + Skull Boy - Ruby Gloom

The Snork - Moominvalley 2019

Lynn Angel + Nick Hoult - All Saints Street

Teddy - Bob's Burgers

Cecil Heimerdinger - Arcane

Sisu - Raya and the Last Dragon

Zack Binspin - Moshi Monsters

Allhands - Drawga

Gyorik Rogdul + Grendan Highforge + Rosé - Drawtectives

James - Pokemon Anime

N - Pokemon Black/White

Lillie - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Molayne + Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Guzma - Pokemon Masters

Milo + Gordie - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Jacq + Saguaro + Salvatore + Hassel - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Kieran + Drayton - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Hydreigon - Pokemon Black/White2

Chesnaught - Pokemon XY

Inteleon - Pokemon Sword/Shield

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Sirfetch'd - Pokemon Journeys

Captain Pikachu - Pokemon Horizons

Heracross - Monster Mind

Smeargle + Kecleon - Monster Mind

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario

C.Q. Cumber - Splatoon 2

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3

Jel La Fleur - Splatoon 3

Isabelle + Tom Nook + Redd + Brewster - Animal Crossing

Papyrus - Undertale

Vulkin - Undertale

Swatchlings - Deltarune

Viktor Humphries - Slime Rancher

Dick Gumshoe - Ace Attorney

Raymond Sheilds - Ace Attorney

Phineas Flilch - Ace Attorney

Hifumi Yamada + Celestia Ludenburgh - Danganronpa 1

Teruteru Hanamura - Danganronpa 2

Toko Fukawa + Genocide Jack - Danganronpa UDG

Ryoma Hoshi + Gonta Gokuhara - Danganronpa V3

Monokuma - Danganronpa series

Shirokuma - Danganronpa series

Kyle Klim (K) + Luna - Virtue's Last Reward

GTM-CM-G-OLM - Virtue's Last Reward

Kazuaki Nanaki + Hitori Uzune - Hatoful Boyfriend

The King - Hatoful Boyfriend

Zenyatta - Overwatch

Ramattra - Overwatch

B.O.B. + Bars - Overwatch

Maximillien - Overwatch

Lynx17 - Overwatch

Iggy - Overwatch

Toy Freddy + Funtime Freddy - Five Nights at Freddy's AU

Nightmare Fredbear - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Sun - Five Nights at Freddy's Security Breach

Leshy - Inscryption

Magnificus - Inscryption

Theodore DaCabe (The New Prince) - Chzo Mythos

Anna (The Huntress) - Dead by Daylight

Al-An - Subnautica Below Zero

Candyman - Lethal League

Gabocha - Suikoden 2

Richmond - Suikoden 2

Neclord - Suikoden 2

Luca Blight - Suikoden 2

Andras - Hell's Library

Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children

Reed + Leigh - Middlegame

Queerplatonics+

Aguri Yukimura - Assassination Classroom - Queerplatonic

Mei Hatsume - My Hero Academia - Queerplatonic

Reedus Jonah - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Pantherlily - Fairy Tail - Queerplatonic

Peridot - Steven Universe - Queerplatonic

Nemona - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Raifort - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Queerplatonic

Bowser - Super Mario - Queerplatonic

Cobb - Animal Crossing - Queerplatonic

Genocider Syo (Genocide Jack/Jill) - Danganronpa UDG - Queerplatonic

Winston - Overwatch - Queerplatonic

Goobert - Inscryption - Queerplatonic

Neito Monoma + Hitoshi Shinso - My Hero Academia - Metamours

Naruse Shisuto - Komi Can't Communicate - Metamour

Minegishi - Manly Appetites - Metamour

Baron Humbert Gon Gikkingen - The Cat Returns - Metamour

Nick Hoult - All Saints Street - Metamour

Brassius - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Metamour

Princess Peach + Princess Daisy + Prince Peasely - Super Mario - Metamours

Shuu Iwamine - Hatoful Boyfriend - Metamour

Maugaloa Malosi - Overwatch - Friends with Benefits

Abra - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Grovyle - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Buizel - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Rhydon - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Sandslash - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Lucario - Monster Mind - Friends with Benefits

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Trainer

Wilkstrom - Pokemon X/Y - Trainer

Salvatore - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Trainer

Clefairy - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Shiintonic - Pokemon Anime - Partner

Stoutland (Rusty) - Pokemon Horizons - Partner

Zweilious - Pokemon Horizons - Partner

Victini - Pokemon Black/White - Partner

Porygon - Pokemon Moon/Platinum - Partner

Mincinno (Nezu) - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Partner

Armarouge (Charlos) - Pokemon Scarlet - Partner

Koraidon - Pokemon Scarlet - Partner

Ogerpon (Clementine) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Partner

Weavile - Pokemon - Partner

Pumpkinmon + Noblepumpmon - Digimon - Partner

Demidevimon + Devimon - Digimon - Partner

Pompompurin - Sanrio - Emotional Support Animal

Familials

Heatran + Entei - Pokemon - Parents

Marlo + Dora - Animal Crossing - Parents

Ginko + Adashino - Mushishi - Parents

Tony Mario - Mario Movie - Father

Mr. Grizz - Splatoon 3 - Father

William Afton - FNaF Series - Father

Ridley Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Father

Bumi - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Father

Singed - Arcane - Father

Frank Columbo - Columbo - Father

Opal - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Mother

Briar - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Mother

Beware - Pokemon Anime - Mother

Toriel - Undertale - Mother

Reaper Leviathan - Subnautica - Mother

Alder - Pokemon Black/White - Parental Figure

Toadsworth - Super Mario - Parental Figure

Mondatta - Overwatch - Parental Figure

Nezu - My Hero Academia - Parental Figure

Clavell - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Grandfather

Rizzo - Animal Crossing - Grandfather

Craig Cuttlefish - Splatoon - Grandfather

Kaoru Toudou - Baka and Test - Grandmother

Drayden - Pokemon Black/White - Uncle

Aang - Avatar: The Last Airbender - Uncle

Petri - Animal Crossing - Aunt

Elizabeth Afton - FNaF Series - Big Sister

Mitsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Big Sister

Sekijiro Kan - My Hero Academia - Big Brother

Boris Wizen - Suikoden 2 - Big Brother

Micheal Afton - FNaF Series - Big Brother

Molayne - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Big Brother

Jelonzo - Splatoon - Big Brother

James Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Big Brother

Peter Ratari - The Promised Neverland - Little Brother

Victini - Pokemon Black/White - Little Brother

Arven - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Little Brother

Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) - My Hero Academia - Twin Brother

Kyoya Ootori - Ouran Highschool Host Club - Found Sibling

Cyrus - Pokemon Platinum - Found Sibling

Genji Shimada - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Ramattra - Overwatch - Found Sibling

Micheal Bleak - Wayward Children - Found Sibling

Mario + Luigi - Super Mario - Cousins

Ingo + Emmet - Pokemon Black/White - Cousins

Callie + Marie - Splatoon - Cousins

Sophocles - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Cousin

Samson - Animal Crossing - Cousin

Ira Blood - All Saints Street - Cousin

Cosmog (Nebby) - Pokemon Sun/Moon - Daughter

Amy Rose - Sonic Series - Daughter

Berdly - Deltarune - Daughter

Akito Sohma - Fruits Basket - Daughter

Julie - Jobless Reincarnation - Daughter

Jack + Jill Wolcott - Wayward Children - Daughters

Bede + Allister - Pokemon Sword/Shield - Sons

Pecharunt (Momotaro) - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet - Son

Joe Kido - Digimon - Son

Rabbid Luigi (Louis) - Mario + Rabbids - Son

Espio - Sonic Series - Son

Neito Monoma - My Hero Academia - Son

Inasa Yoarashi - My Hero Academia - Son

Ichiban Natsuno - Mix; Meisei Story - Son

Black Hat - Villainous - Son

The Collector - The Owl House - Son

Hastur - The Baby in Yellow - Son

Sam - Trick R' Treat - Child

Luz + King + Hunter - Kids

Bowser Jr. + Koopalings - Super Mario - Kids

The Lab Kids - Animal Crossing - Kids

Boss Salmonids - Splatoon 3 - Kids

Warriors of Hope - Danganronpa UDG - Kids

The Monokubs - Danganronpa V3 - Kids

Rosalina - Super Mario - Niece

Sonic + Tails - Sonic Series - Nephews

Jelfonzo - Splatoon - Nephew

Katsuki Bakugo - My Hero Academia - Nephew

Snufkin - Moominvalley 2019 - Nephew

Laxus Dreyar - Fairy Tail - Grandson

505 - Villainous - Grandson

Zanoba Shirone - Jobless Reincarnation - Student

The Squidbeak Splatoon - Splatoon - Family

The Rising Volt Tacklers - Pokemon Horizons - Family

Wonderworld Inhabitants - Balan Wonderworld - Family

Danganronpa V3 Cast - Danganronpa UDG - Family

The Fairy Tail Guild - Fairy Tail - Family

Class 3-E - Assassination Classroom - Family

Fatfam - My Hero Academia - Family

League of Villains - My Hero Academia - Family

The Sohmas - Fruits Basket - Family

The Evil Slasher Orphanage - Various - Family

Besties

Toshimitsu Kubo - Baka and Test

Shoko Kirishima - Baka and Test

Irina Jelavic + Tadaomi Karasuma - Assassination Classroom

UA Teachers - My Hero Academia

Lucy's Celestial Spirits - Fairy Tail

Samuel - Fairy Tail

Yuuko Ichihara + Kimihiro Watanuki + Shizuka Domeki - XXXHolic

The Host Club - Ouran Highschool Host Club

Ritsu Sohma - Fruits Basket

Makoto Katai - Komi Can't Communicate

Miyano Yoshikazu + Sasaki Shuumei - Sasaki and Miyano

Hanazawa Masato - Sasaki and Miyano

Kuei - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Entrapta + Hordak - She-Ra

Grime + Sasha - Amphibia

Iris + Misery + Frank and Len - Ruby Gloom

The Joxter - Moominvalley

Flug Syls - Villainous

Jessie + Meowth + Wobbuffet - Pokemon Anime

Cheren + Bianca - Pokemon Black/White

Hau + Gladion - Pokemon Sun/Moon

Dendra + Miriam - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Team Star - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

The Leauge Club - Pokemon Scarlet/Violet

Grimer - Monster Mind

Elvin Gadd - Super Mario

Metal Mario + Gooigi - Super Mario AU

Doctor Mario + Mr. L - Super Mario AU

Pearl + Marina - Splatoon

Spyke - Splatoon

The Mad Scientist Team - Animal Crossing

Chara - Undertale

Kris - Deltarune

Chihiro Fujisaki + Kiyotaka Ishimaru + Mondo Owada - Danganronpa 1

Kazuichi Soda - Danganropa 2

Ultimate Imposter + Ryoma Mitarai - Danganronpa 3

Hiroko Hagakura + Yuta Asahina + Taichi Fujisaki - Danganronpa UDG

The Nightmare Animatronics - Five Nights at Freddy's 4

Bonbon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Sister Location

Moon - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach

Helpi - Five Nights at Freddy's; Security Breach RUIN

Huggy Wuggy + Mommy Long Legs - Poppy Playtime

Jamison Fawks (Junkrat) + Mako Rutledge (Roadhog) - Overwatch

Youngster Squad (All heroes in their early 20's) - Overwatch

Team Talon - Overwatch

Nina - Suikoden 2

Klaus Windmier + Sierra Mikain - Suikoden 2

Claire + Brevity + Hero + Ramiel - Hell's Library

Thankyou very much for Reading

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Exile! Mammon x F!Reader Pt2

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“Liar.”

There was disbelief written across your face. Small steps, you backed up. He was a demon. Demons were liars. You refused to believe anything that comes out of his mouth. They were negative entities, constantly draining those to fill an empty void. Any form of life often decayed and grew weak. Nothing good comes from being around them. How dare he implies your husband could be one of those vile creatures! He was nothing like them! 

The response left the demon silent. Did you not know? The sound of his name did not bring familiarity. Why not? The sudden realization had him pause his own actions. Interesting.

“My husband doesn’t have any brothers or any sort of family,” you reasoned desperately. “And he’s not…one of you.”

The choices of words left Lucifer confused, bamboozled even. ‘…one of you…’ The longer he stared at you, the more the answers became apparent. The despair in your voice, the desperation in your actions. He was seen as the enemy by his own family; a family who does not know of him. 

Did Mammon deny him knowledge of your existence? The demon gave a soft chuckle. Unsure what the laugh represented, he could only shake his head in disbelief. Not again. Both of you two were kept in the shadows not meant to see each other in the light; it was as if Mammon did not want his two words to collide.

“If this was what meant to be, so be it,” he said to himself.

The devil extended his hand towards you and snapped. Instinctively you flinched unsure of what was to come. The weight of MJ’s head crashed down, arms sliding from your shoulders as his body went heavy. 

The sudden response had you roughly shaking him, “Hey, honey,” you adjusted him within your arms to see his face. “Open your eyes, look at Mommy,” No matter how much you called his name the child remained unresponsive. The same methods were used against Maxi, you patted his bottom waiting for a sound but he was silent as well.

“What did you do to my babies!”

The devil towered over you; gradually craning your neck you peered into his soulless pools of red. The vision of him disoriented into nothingness. The control of your body was relinquished to him. The once strained expression you carried relaxed as the magic neutralized you. It had no choice but to follow the orders of the demon. The will of his was now the will of yours.

“Human. Put the children to bed for their afternoon nap, then prepare dinner for the night. Once dinner is finished, fall asleep on the sofa waiting for your husband to return home, however, before he does you awake from a nightmare, this nightmare. Call him and demand he is to return home because you are afraid. You are not to remember my face. You are not to remember by name. You are not to remember me.”

There were two crows stationed outside the windowsill. Hato had taken off to deliver the contents of what occurred while Karasu remained behind to intervene. Hato had stopped in mid-flight to perch on a nearby branch confused as to why he left his post, not realizing the mere minutes were blurred from their minds. Immediately, Hato flew back joining beside Karasu. They both observed the little ones getting tucked into their beds; the intruder was no more. 

By the grace of magic, Lucifer concealed any evidence of his presence. Mammon did not reveal to his family who or what he was; Lucifer had no other choice than to honor it. A secret he will now carry for eternity.

Lucifer knew all there was to know. He had to make sure you were not a threat. There was nothing special or extraordinary about you. Nothing. There was no spell, no bribe, Mammon was not blackmailed nor forced. Everything done for you was done willingly. Which was why it grieved him. How could a mere human shift this demon’s behavior for the better he has worked eons to correct? What made you different? 

Lucifer waited and waited, however, the truth never came. He began questioning the relationship he had with his brother. Everything he’s ever done was to protect them, all of them. Did Mammon doubt him? That somehow that’ll change? After the whole ordeal about Mammon’s whereabouts, Lucifer calmly disclosed to the rest of his brothers, Mammon was simply handling some affairs for the witches, easily they believed him, disinterested in the shenanigans he manages to get himself into. 

Lucifer stilled himself, vowing to not interfere with his brothers’ life. Ignorant to the truth, you knew nothing of the supernatural world. You knew creatures and beasts lived, hidden and dispersed throughout mankind but you knew not of their story or how they came to be. For if you knew the history of their time, you’d know it was not a man you laid next to each night but a demon.

~~~

“What da hell ya mean you don’t have it!” Mammon yelled. “The hell I’m payin’ ya for!”

The side of his fist hit the stone wall he stood at; its cracks dispersing across the center. The signs were already showing, there was barely enough time. It was only a matter of moments before everything he worked hard for goes to shit! The spell needed to be enforced but lacked a few vital ingredients. The woman uncrossed her legs, sitting up in her chair.

“Look! It’s not my fault the flowers have not bloomed! And please,” she pointed, “Try not to damage any of my shit!”

“It’s been a year now, witch! The fuckin’ bind is weakenin’” he explained. “It cannot break, ya hear?”

Prudence saw the desperation within his eyes; there’s hardly been a time where he was ever serious...like ever. Mammon frantically paced in her cabin, ruffling his hair as he tried to think. If you were to ever find out – he couldn’t even imagine your reaction, the words you’d say. 

He was going to tell you, not on the first date–or third but eventually! It was the strength, he lacked. Everything was going so well, this little secret of his was going to strip away all the precious moments he’s shared with you. Mammon was afraid that’s all you’ll see in him just like his brothers. He tried to escape his sin, his past, and who he was destined to be. 

Foolishly, he thought if he doesn’t speak of it, nor acknowledge that side of him, it’ll go away. The thought of you hating him, not trusting him – everything about his character made him sick. Desperately he struggled to avoid such fate yet look where he was now. 

A pang of pain radiated within his chest, a hand, he clutched himself, fingers indenting his shirt. Would you even want him anymore? Would you want…them? Fuck! He shouldn’t think like this, of course, you’d want them. They were your kids, you’d never abandoned them but would you abandon…him? The thought scared him.

“These ingredients have to be in their ripest forms in order for it to be effective,” she reasoned, observing the components on the countertop. “They are already so rare, blooming every decade, growing in the harshest environment. It’s not something that’s easy to come by, not only do we need one dose but two.”

Due to their small potency, during each concoction, its amounts were doubled, and given to each of the children for maximum effectiveness. Mammon could not risk any slip-ups. Performed annually, eventually the flowers diminished in quantity.

“There must be somethin’ else,” he sat on the stool. “That’s all the tricks ya got up yer sleeves? The fuck kinda witch are ya?”

The woman’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, frustrated about the lack of respect. Not only he appeared unannounced, but he also invited himself into her home. If it weren’t for their past, Prue would have his ass out. Despite his rash behavior, she took into account – he has kept promises before, surprisingly. It’s only fair to return the favor.

“I told you, I do not have strong enough magic to seal their powers,” she disclosed, placing the tips of her fingers together. “Despite them being human, given you being their father, one of the greatest sins known to mankind; their demonic heritage is far too potent for me alone to seal. I would need other members of the coven to have a successful ritual or it must be a demon of higher power. Given how discreet you are about their existence, this is the only option unless…”

Mammon perked up, swiveling around to hear the words come out of her mouth.

“Unless you are the one to seal them.”

There was a sudden vacancy within his eyes. “I…I ain’t good with spells and hexes.” He sucked, terribly; it’s the memorization of words and rituals, there were too many factors he had to take into account. It was far too risky and he did not want to chance to ruin it, causing something grave to happen to his cherished children. He’d rather leave it to someone vastly experienced and well-versed in this specialty, hence why he was here in the first place.

“It’s either risk the spell unraveling by waiting for the flowers to bloom or you learn the incantation and bind them yourself.”

However, the moment he saw Hato; it was too late.

~~~

The young boy held his head in his hands, nails scratching at his scalp as he endured a terrible headache. His room was atrocious. Clothes were everywhere, items turned over while  Junior was in the center of it all. There was an unbearable pain, something he was unable to describe. 

He could hardly move. It felt as if his skin was too tight, it didn’t make sense, but he felt restrained – suppressed. Junior’s been feeling this for a while, at first he was able to tolerate it but as the days came the pain grew stronger. In a fetal position, he was left immobilized. 

Junior didn’t make it to dinner, and he knew you were on your way up. He heard your voice clear as day, why was he able to hear your footsteps? The sound of your heart? The little whisper under your breath as your fingers glided against the railing. The cracking sensation had him groaning, his back was on fire. Something was about to break through. The gentle knock on his bedroom door was enough to hurt him, why was everything so loud?

“Honey, are you okay?”

Soon his hands were wet. Trembling, he looked at his palms. Ink-like substance trailed down his fingers. Was this supposed to be his blood? Junior was going to be sick. On his hands and knees, he coughed. He heard your fist hammering against the door, soon shaking the door knob.

“MJ, why is the door locked? What are you doing in there? Are you okay?”

A surge of pain rippled through him, his nails grew into claws, digging into the floorboards, the wood chipped. His head was about to explode, what was happening to him?

“Sweetie, open the door!”

Outside the room, you heard crashing noises and multiple items falling onto the floor. Knelt, your hand hovered over the lock. Whispering you tried to magically break it. The lock began to alter; back and forth your eyes shifted, panicking as you could only imagine what was happening. Junior started screaming until it morphed into a deep guttural growl, surprising you. 

Unlocked, you turned the knob welcoming a gust of wind blowing you flat against the hallway wall. Furniture broke; debris went everywhere. The wave of unleashed power seized, dropping everything in the air, you included. On your knees, you sucked in a breath – widened eyes. There was an eerie silence of bones morphing. Junior was cowered on all fours, ligaments protruding from his back – black substance coated them.

“Mommy…” Blood spilled from the corner of his lips. “…what’s wrong with me?” He looked at you with curiosity. The size of his pupils enlarged until the colors of his eyes were no longer seen. The opening from his horns trickled blood down his forehead and onto his cheeks. 

Your child was a...was a...Tears swelled in your eyes. No.

Instantly, your strength was depleted from your legs. Unable to take a step forward, you were paralyzed to the ground. Double vision, sluggishly you crawled. He was still your baby. You had to get to him. He was so afraid. The second you held him, it was like your soul was going to be torn out of your chest. He was a demon.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you hushed, lifting him into your arms. “I’m here, baby,” voice small with fear.

“Mommy, I don’t feel so good,” he mumbled. “It hurts…” Junior curled into your chest, hugging himself tightly. He began to cry.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” you whispered. All you could do was hold him, unable to bear his pain.

~~~

Mammon sprinted inside the house. The sudden power of his steps sunk his foot through the stairs. The railings were displaced from his touch as he used it as momentum to push forward. Mammon did not sense you nor the children in the house.

“Oi! Junior, MC!” he yelled, roughly dislodging his foot. 

Swiftly he stomped up the staircase, running into Maxi’s room to see a vacant crib. He touched the top of it, tears burning his eyes. Junior’s door was found off its hinges; his room was in shambles, splatters of blood staining the walls, the floorboards and whatever furniture remained. Roaming the house, he noticed the safe was open, everything inside missing. The cabinets were empty; the suitcases were gone. The last stop was the bedroom you both shared.

There, a gentle glisten on the nightstand caught his attention. Mammon sat on the edge of the bed; Hato settled on his shoulder, observing the actions of his master. Silently, the tears dripped down the bridge of his nose. In the center of his palm was your wedding band. He lost you. He lost them.

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[violettduchess]

Congrats once again Violet!! ❤️❤️ I hope you get lots of requests to your liking and have fun!! Thank you for all your hard work and the amazing fics you give us 🙇🏻‍♀️ Can I please have...Napoleon + laughing while kissing? 🥺💕 Gahh im excited!! Have a great day!!

A/N: Here you are @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 💜

Napoleon x reader

WC: 1174

You blame it on the fact that you still haven’t quite gotten the hang of operating an oven from the nineteenth century. You’ve watched Sebastian use it and Napoleon, of course. They make it seem effortless. And yet somehow….your efforts have resulted in your Hato Sabure, traditional Japanese dove-shaped butter cookies, looking less like doves and more like blackened crows. A frustrated sigh shuffles past your lips as you look over your personal baking disaster. All you wanted was to make Napoleon a treat, to thank him for the time he has spent with you. All the walks through town, where he points out little things around the city most people would not glance twice at, introducing you to his students, the ones who stare at him with starry-eyed admiration, and especially for coming to your aid the other night, when you were out too late in a town that is too dark for a lone woman hurrying home by dim streetlight. A shudder runs through you at the memory of that circle of men with their hungry eyes and yellow smiles. And Napoleon, appearing like an avenging angel out of the shadows, scattering them back into the dirty corners of the city from whence they came.

The kitchen clock chimes, shaking you out of your reverie, sending a jolt through you. Napoleon will be back soon! You barely have time to make a fresh batch. Your lips press together in a stark line of determination. You have to try.

And you really, really have to hurry.

The Hato Sabure are a beautiful gold, edged in crispy brown and still warm from the oven when you knock on the door of Napoleon’s room. Your heart surges forward when it swings open and he is there, his jacket hanging over the wooden chair by his desk, his crisp white shirt unbuttoned at the neck.

“Nunuche,” he says with a smile that reaches the beautiful jade of his eyes, warming them like the waters of the South Pacific. “What’s this?” 

You step inside, holding the plate of cookies, willing yourself to steady your breathing in the hopes that your heart will follow suit and settle down. 

“I wanted to thank you for the other night. Therefore…..cookies.”

His smile grows and your heart is beating so wildly at its beauty that your lungs are starting to follow your heart's lead, ignoring your brain's commands to breathe evenly. 

“Cookies are always welcome,” he says in that voice of his, that deep, sonorous voice that melts you like chocolate powder in warm milk. He takes the plate from your outstretched hands, his fingers lightly brushing yours. Your skin tingles at the point of contact, his touch sending tiny fireworks of excitement cartwheeling through you. He sets the plate on his nightstand and sits down on the edge of his bed, reaching for a cookie and eagerly takes a large, enthusiastic bite. 

You watch his expression carefully, your lower lip caught between your teeth. They may just be cookies but they are also a piece of you, your homeland, your history, as well as a token of your affection for him. 

Your admiration. 

Your yearning.

He blinks those beautiful nebulous eyes, his chewing suddenly slowing.

He stifles a polite cough behind one large hand, swallowing the mouthful down. This time his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“They are….unlike anything I have ever tried before.” He takes another bite but you notice the way he tenses while chewing.

Oh no….he doesn’t like them.

Despair floods you, too warm and too quick. It leaves you dizzy as you step forward, taking a cookie from the plate and quickly taking a bite. You have to know what's wrong……or they bad...or is it you?

And just as quickly as you bit it, you spit it out with a gasp.

It definitely isn't you.

“They….they’re so salty!” You stare down at the cookie, feeling betrayed and then despair gives way to horror. You were in such a rush to make a new batch….and the salt was in an identical crystal bowl as the sugar…..

“Napoleon, don’t eat anymore! I mixed up salt and sugar!”

“Dieu merci”, he mutters, setting down the half-eaten monstrosity and then at the look on your face, his eyes widen. “Nunuche?”

You can’t help it. You've started laughing. “You….were eating that horrible thing. My god. I am so sorry….I…” Your words are being swallowed by your relieved giggles. The cookies were truly awful. It really wasn’t you. 

Your laughter sparks his own and he reaches out, taking your hands in his and pulls you down onto the edge of the bed next to him. The sound is warm and welcoming and when mingled with yours, it's music to your ears. 

“Y-you were going to keep eating that…that…salt lick, weren’t you?” The idea of him choking down those terrible accidents fills you with equal parts amusement, affection and admiration of his kindness. 

He squeezes your hands, nodding even as he laughs, his gaze downcast as he takes in the sight of your hands in his, a perfect fit. When he looks up, you’re still laughing, softly, eyes bright as you meet his gaze. And then like magnets, you’re both leaning in at the same time, unable to resist each other’s pull, hands gripping each other tightly as the laughter trickles away at the press of his lips to yours. 

Your heart explodes with sunlight, warmth spilling forth from its chambers and filling you with a glow that only he can ignite. A small, final, breathless laugh escapes you and you feel the curve of his smile against your mouth before he begins moving his lips in earnest, his kiss blossoming from something small and contained into something bigger, something new and beautiful and utterly delicious.

When he pulls away, your lips parted in silent protest. He inhales, then gifts you a smile that would brighten even the darkest of midnights. He lifts your hands to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of one, then the other. You allow yourself to be so bold as to run a hand over his soft hair like you’ve been aching to do ever since you laid eyes on him.

“I believe," he murmurs, turning his face to where your raised arm is stroking his hair and placing a kiss on the inside of your forearm, “that this may be the key to removing the taste of your well-intentioned but dreadful treat.”

Again laughter bubbles up from within, from this new-found well of happiness that Napoleon has formed in your heart.

“Is that so?” Your voice is soft with tenderness, effervescent with joy, warm with desire.

He nods, reaching out and winding an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Oui. I am sure of it.” His gaze is bright. Playful. Sultry. 

He leans in, capturing your mouth again like the conqueror he is. 

Et tu te rends joyeusement.

And you surrender happily.

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Personalization Prompt #2 – Ghostie

So, from the reader appreciation day of the event, I used the second personalization prompt for the talented Ghostie! She’s always been really supportive of my writing, does amazing stuff herself over here at @rebornologist if anyone isn’t following her, and I hope she’ll enjoy!

BLACK: what face claim from an anime, comic book, or cartoon do I associate with you?

Okay, so this one was a little hard because there’s a couple face claims I could possibly use and I had to narrow it down to the one I felt fit you best, as you exist in my mind! And that one, as seen above, is Nana Osaki! She has the colouring I picture you as having and the style seems to almost fit if you toss some more pastels in there along with the punk/goth aesthetic!

WHITE: what flame type and box weapon do I think you’d have in the khr!verse?

Oh, this is another hard one. I definitely see you as someone with the potential to use multiple flames, both Storm and Cloud flames, with Cloud being your more dominant flame type. As far as box weapons are concerned, I see you using Cloud dragonflies. Again, I’m basing this off spirit animal symbolism, with the symbolism behind dragonflies being change, transformation, adaptability, joy and lightness of being, and them being a strong symbol of the emotional realm and a connection with nature. That, and using Cloud’s propagation abilities, it’s really damn cool to imagine a swarm of colorful, shimmering dragonflies being used either as an attack or as a barrier.

RED: what aesthetics do I associate with you?

Alt fashion. Well-manicured hands delicately shuffling and then dealing tarot cards. Pastel colours. Low ponytails. Red lipstick. Experimental art and industrial spaces. Converse clad feet striding purposefully down crowded city sidewalks. Colourful Teacups. Late fall evenings slowly ticking away into the witching hour of early morn. Snakes slithering up and wrapping around an arm. Confident grins. The hectic sound of quick typing. Raw sensuality and a lust to experience life in its totality. Fear, respect, and attraction towards the macabre and the deadly, all held in balance. Anubis.

BLUE: what are three songs I’d put on a playlist for you?

WHITE RABBIT, jefferson airplane

FEMME FATALE, x-ray dog

BRING ME BACK A DOG, iamx – just because you’re the ONLY other person I know who knows of and enjoys Dogs: Bullets & Carnage as well and this song is always my go-to whenever thinking or writing about that fandom

YELLOW: what fictional world out of all my fandoms would I picture you in?

Of course, the obvious answer is that I picture you in KHR, right along the Varia babies. But I also can picture you in the Dogs universe, as evidenced by the other personalization prompt and I can pretty easily picture you fitting into the Servamp universe pretty well.

GREEN: who would I pair you with out of all my fandoms?

You already know my answer for the KHR fandom so, for K Project, I ship you with Totsuka. For Dogs, I ship you with Heine or Giovanni. For Nanbaka, I ship you with Uno. For Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun, I ship you with Asmodeus. For Bungou Stray Dogs, I ship you with Dazai. For Servamp, I ship you with Tsubaki. For Saiyuki, I ship you with Gojyo. For Eyeshield 21, I ship you with Agon. For Ronin Warriors, I ship you with Ryo. For Kekkaishi, I ship you with Shichirou. For GetBackers, I ship you with Ban. For Black Cat, I ship you with Jenos. For Karneval, I ship you with Hiroto. For Gangsta., I ship you with Galahad. For Bleach, I ship you with Gin. For Naruto, I ship you with Hidan. For Deadman Wonderland, I ship you with Senji. For Ouran, I ship you with Nekozawa. For Durarara!!, I ship you with Izaya. For Yu Yu Hakusho, I ship you with Yoko Kurama. For Gintama, I ship you with Okita. For Mystic Messenger, I ship you with Jumin. For Ikemen Revolution, I ship you with Lancelot. For Blush Blush, I ship you with Poe. For Date Warp, I ship you with Alben. For Hatoful Boyfriend, I ship you with Anghel. For The Outsiders, I ship you with Dally. For Class of the Titans, I ship you with Neil. For Ultimate Spider-Man, I ship you with Flint. For Gravity Falls, I ship you with Robbie. For The Mighty Ducks, I ship you with Portman. For The Covenant, I ship you with Chase. For Jungle Fury, I ship you with Jarrod. For Ninja Storm, I ship you with Dustin. For Mystic Force, I ship you with Xander.

PURPLE: what gif reminds me of you?

PINK: if you were an AU, what type of AU would you be?

Okay, but because I gush and fawn over your smut writing skills, it’s gotta be a succubus/incubus style AU! Something that gives the opportunity for lots of chances to sin and to write smut, hahaha!!

RAINBOW: if i were to write a khr sequel, following Tsuna’s demise, and could only use my reader’s as characters, who would you be?

I see you as the next Cloud Guardian for the Varia and one of the commanding officers, probably the right hand of the Varia’s boss.

[weirderscience]

its so funny to compare characters from visual novels and etc that are supposed to be self inserts to the way folks write x reader fics like. girlie you can give y/n weird characterization. the self insert protagonist of hatoful boyfriend lives in a cave and wants to have a wedding while bungee jumping and people can still imagine themselves in her shoes

[g4rous]

Rules

If requests are open at the time (I put the disclaimer in my bio whether or not they're open) and you have questions pls read the rules below! If you have any more questions that aren't listed feel free to ask 💕

1. I only do sfw (because I'm inexperienced at writing nsfw atm, but when I open nsfw requests I'll let you know)

2. You can request fluff or angst! I write headcanons and one-shots

3. Don't request characters from fandoms I don't write for. I write for JJBA, OPM, KNY and JJK

4. Feel free to specify what reader insert and theme you’d like!

5. Some requests I may not accept depending on whether I found inspiration for it or if I don’t feel comfortable writing them, I hope that’s understandable!

I only write character x Reader or about the character without a Reader insert

6. Please no yanderes, poly ( I’m not experienced in writing it either) and overly disturbing themes

7. This goes without saying, do NOT interact if you support pedophilia, incest, proshipping, racism, ableism and homophobia

Characters I write for:

JJBA:

Jonathan Joestar, Erina Pendleton, Robert E.O Speedwagon, Joseph Joestar, Caesar A. Zeppeli, Suzi Q, Kars, Wamuu, Jotaro Kujo, Muhhamad Avdol, Noriaki Kakyoin, Jean Pierre Polnareff, Josuke Higashikata, Okuyasu Nijimura, Koichi Hirose, Reimi Sugimoto, Yukako Yamagishi, Mikitaka Hazekura, Aya Tsuji, Giorno Giovanna, Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Narancia Ghirga, Guido Mista, Trish Una, Vinegar Doppio, La Squadra, Sheila E (from phf), Jolyne Kujo, Ermes Costello, Foo Fighters, Anasui Narciso, Weather Report, Johnny Joestar, Gyro Zeppeli, Lucy Steel, Hot Pants, Mountain Tim, Diego Brando, Josuke Higashikata (Gappy), Yasuho Hirose, Rai Mamezuku, Daiya Higashikata, Hato Higashikata

OPM:

Garou, Saitama, Genos, Fubuki, Tatsumaki, King, Metal Bat, Zombieman, Iaian, Captain Mizuki, Mumen Rider

JJK:

Yuuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Satoru Gojo, Toge Inumaki, Maki Zenin, Yuta Okkotsu, Kasumi Miwa, Kento Nanami, Choso, Junpei Yoshino

KNY:

Tanjiro Kamado, Nezuko Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Aoi Kanzaki, Kanae Kocho, Kanao Tsuyuri, Mitsuri Kanroji, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Gyomei Himejima, Tengen Uzui, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Kyojuro Rengoku, Genya Shinazugawa, Murata, Tamayo, Hakuji

[juniperarts]

Hi! So, I recently stumbled upon your DabiHawks love child artwork, and I absolutely fell for Hato! What do you think of ppl making fanfiction for Hato, but it's like, "x reader?" Is that something you would be fond of or...? If not, it's totally fine, but I've fallen for him hard and I'm tempted to make a fic for him. 😭😭 Thank you for your response in advance! I hope you have a great day/night.

People can make fanfiction of Hato I don’t mind ... whether it’s general fanfic or x reader I don’t mind.

My only concern with that is that whoever writes him can keep him in character ... cause he does have a fleshed out personality. 

Here’s the post about his personality

and here’s the one about his childhood and relationship with his dads growing up

If y’all have any specific question about Hato feel free to ask OFF ANON PLEASE.

[jaceyneedsabetterusername]

Stars and Stones

Pairings: Sokka x Reader

Summary: You were lucky enough to find a man you truly loved in what little was left of the Southern Water Tribe but not telling anyone about it leads to some problems when a marriage is arranged with someone else.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4700

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“How many stars do you think are really up there?” You asked Sokka as the two of you lied side by side on a seal-skin blanket, staring up at the night sky. The stars always shone with brilliance when you were away from the lights of the village but something about tonight made them look even more dazzling than usual. 

Sokka’s arm was bent so that his head was resting on his hand and you lied on his bicep, your body practically lying on his. You felt him shrug beneath you, “Probably millions.” 

“They’re beautiful.” You commented, eyes locking on a particular cluster of stars that had a few specks of pink and blue in it. 

“None of them are as beautiful as you.” He complimented. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re so lame! That’s the oldest line in the book!” 

Sokka sat up just enough to look down at you with an offended look, “I compliment you and you call me names? Not even a thank you!” He scoffed, his voice raising in pitch. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You laughed, leaning in and trying to peck him on the lips, but he kept squirming away. 

"No! No! It's fine, I see how it is." He teased while wiggling away from you, trying to sound serious but his voice raised a few octaves, like it always did when he was joking around.

Finally, you ended up having to nearly roll on top of him and hold his head between both of your hands. He quit struggling when you squished his tan cheeks together and exhaled exasperatedly through his nose while cooking an eyebrow. You giggled and finally claimed that kiss he'd been jokingly avoiding, “Thank you.” 

Sokka’s eyes stayed closed for just a short moment after you pulled apart, savoring the moment, before you settled back into your old spots. This time, you snuggled a little closer into the thick, soft coat covering his chest and using it to warm the exposed skin on your face. Even in the spring, it was never warm enough to be truly comfortable in the South Pole. 

The two of you lied like that for a while, just taking in each other’s presence, feeling each other's chests rise and fall with each breath. If you hadn't both been wearing your thick coats, you probably could have heard his heartbeat. 

What you and Sokka had was strange but perfect. Your parents had been close personal friends with Chief Hakoda and his wife so when you and Sokka were born around the same time, your mothers pretty much had it decided that you’d be friends. Much to their excitement, you and Sokka became closer than they ever could have imagined. You weren't just friends, you were best friends, soul mates. At first you both insisted that it was a platonic soulmate situation, that you were meant to love and support each other in everything from a friend-like position. But that all changed a few months ago when you and Sokka went fishing. 

Katara would usually go with him but she'd gotten sick and their grandmother didn't want him going alone so you joined. While you were out, though, a storm had surged in without warning and the swells toppled Sokka out of the boat and into the freezing waters. You jumped in and saved his life, setting up camp in an ice cave you stumbled upon before managing to drag a very weak and sick Sokka into it. You were a waterbender but knew close to nothing about how to harness your powers. All you were able to do was pull the water off of his body and out of his clothes but it didn’t stop the damage that had already been done. 

The next day, you managed to get him back to the village where the healer had fixed him up. After that night though, everything had changed between the two of you. A thickness hung in the air between you two that had never been there before, one that you initially attributed to a sudden feeling of gratitude and protectiveness but it wasn’t long before you both realized it was so much more than that.Your jokes teasing each other about how ugly the other one was became less and less frequent. Your little friendly side hugs turned into full fledged embraces. Some compliments were even exchanged occasionally. And then, finally, one day, you kissed and everything changed. Things were unofficial but neither of you ever felt like it needed to be. Your relationship was never necessarily a secret but you also weren't those most affectionate couple in public so most people in the village didn't notice a big change. Nobody really knew that the two of you were together but neither you nor Sokka cared much because you two knew and that was enough. 

Sokka was grateful for the thick fur covering both your chests so that you couldn't hear his heart thudding out of control right now. He shifted a little, grabbing something in his pocket, "Hey, Y/N?" He began, but just as soon as he started, his confidence completely fell. 

 "Mhm?" You hummed, turning to look at him.

You were so beautiful it almost hurt him. Sokka’s chest tightened every time he got to look into your eyes like this and truly appreciate just how stunning you were. And just like that, he let go of the small object and dropped it back in his pocket. "I - uh - I just wanted to say that I think you're perfect." 

Your cheeks flushed bright pink and you giggled adorably, "I think you're perfect, Sokka." You kissed him one more time, this time on the cheek. 

"We should probably head back." You said, reluctantly pushing yourself off Sokka. 

His arms shot out to pull you back in, "No," he whined, "Not yet!" 

You allowed him to pull you down and you crashed back onto his body, your arms wrapping around his torso, "My mom said that she wanted to talk tonight. She said that there was something important." You said important like it was something spooky and ominous. 

Sokka’s eyebrows furrowed, "What is it?" 

You shrugged your shoulders, finally standing up, "No idea. She just said we needed to talk." 

You reached down to help pull Sokka to his feet. He dusted the powdered snow off his pants, "That doesn't sound terrifying at all." He noted sarcastically. His face dropped into something a little more serious, "Did it… did it sound like something may have happened to our dads?" He asked nervously. 

Your dad had gone off to fight with Hakoda and the other men in the tribe three years ago and nobody had heard from them in a long time. It was hard to keep your mind from wandering to the worst case scenarios but you shook your head, "I don't think so. My mom's voice didn't have that kind of tone. But I guess we'll find out…" Now that the thought was in your head, you found it difficult to shake and it was all you could think about for the short walk back to the village. 

Tents were scattered around the familiar tribal village. The woman who lived beside you was out front, smoking fish over the fire to preserve for the next storm that was sure to hit any day now. 

Your tent looked like every other, it felt like, save for the markings painted in black onto the flap that covered the opening that your mother had painted on, some of the old symbols that her grandmother had shown her from back when the Southern Water Tribe was a thriving nation, back before it had been brought to the brink of extinction by the Fire Nation. You too, always thought they were beautiful and you could only hope to see the war end in your lifetime so you could help rebuild your tribe. 

“Let’s see what’s going on.” You muttered out loud, though mostly to yourself, as you swept aside the painted hide. Sokka followed you into your fairly spacious tent to see your mother with a man you didn’t know and a boy around your age. 

It appeared as if your mother and the unknown man had been in conversation because they stepped away from each other ever so slightly when you and Sokka entered. You looked strangely at the new man and the boy who looked very similar to him. Both appeared to be water tribe but they were nobody that you had ever seen in the South (and you knew almost everyone in the small group that existed now). “Y/N, I’m glad you’re here,” Your mother began before glancing behind you, watching as Sokka came to enter as well, “Oh, and Sokka.” She added, her voice falling slightly, as if his presence was somehow a nuisance, which was something that had never been an issue before. Your mother usually loved him. 

“You wanted to talk?” You asked, wondering who these men were and why the hell they were in your home. 

Your mom took a deep breath in and wrung her mitten covered hands together, “Well, um, maybe it’s best if Sokka stepped outside.” She nodded to the door, trying as politely as possible to encourage Sokka to leave. 

“Why would Sokka need to leave?” Nerves began to rise as your brows furrowed. You didn’t know where this was going but you didn’t have a great feeling about it. 

She swallowed hard, nodding in acceptance and resigning to the fact that Sokka would stay, “This is Hato and his father Tekah. They’re both from the Northern Water Tribe.” 

“The Northern Water Tribe?” You asked in surprise. You’d never met anyone from… well anywhere other than the Southern Water Tribe, other than the Fire Nation soldiers that raided your village years ago, but you hardly counted that as ‘meeting’ anyone. 

Tekah leaned forward ever so slightly in a small bow which his son mirrored, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N.” 

“Finally?” You cocked an eyebrow, shooting a glance to your mother. 

She sighed and looked at the ground before clasping her hands together nervously, “Your father has been gone for over three years now, Y/N. You’re getting older and the world is getting more and more dangerous. I need to make sure that you’re safe. So Tekah and I have been speaking for some months and we’ve arranged for you to marry his son, Hato.” 

You nearly choked on air. “What?!” You and Sokka exclaimed simultaneously.

You were in utter shock and disbelief that your mother could do this, “You arranged my marriage without telling me?! How could you do this?”

The look in your mother’s eyes was pleading but stern, “Y/N, I know I probably should have told you sooner-” 

“Pfft, yeah!” You scoffed, interrupting her. 

“But…” She paused, her eyes scolding you for your intrusion, “This is for your safety and security. Your father told me to protect you at all costs when he left and this is what it takes. Hato is a very pleasant young man and I think you will really grow to love him. I know I did the same with your father! But I think you and Hato would get along very well. He’s a waterbender too!” 

You looked at the Northern Water Tribe boy, who stood there silently. His tanned cheeks were flushed red with awkwardness and embarrassment but his face remained relatively neutral. His blue eyes were piercing and his bone structure was sharp. His dark hair hung down, about jawline level, accentuating his sharp features. Despite his angular features, he still looked very kind. He really was an attractive young man and, under different circumstances, you could have possibly considered the possibility of dating him. But these weren’t different circumstances. 

You looked to Hato, “Look, Hato, you are a very attractive guy and you seem very nice so please take no offense to this but I will not be marrying him!” You told your mother firmly, keeping your voice calm but final, “I appreciate the protection effort but I am a waterbender and more than capable of protecting myself.” 

“I heard that you are a waterbender, only one of two that still exist down here. There are many waterbenders in the North and you can be trained to be a healer with the rest of the women.” Tekah tried to make this sound like a perk but all you could hear was with the rest of the women. 

An undignified tcha left your mouth, “I don’t want to be told by some guy how I’m allowed to use my powers! I want to fight!” 

Your mother looked unamused by your insolence and raised her chin, looking down on you, “Y/N! This is non-negotiable. Tekah is a very highly regarded member of politics in the Northern Tribe and Hato is one of their strongest warriors. Not only will you live in a safer place, but you will live a life where you will want for nothing!” 

“Nothing except free-will!” You yelled, gesturing to the Water Tribe boy, “You talk about safety and security and wanting for nothing but what I want is a choice! I don’t even know this boy!” 

“But you will get to know him. And you will grow to love each other.” Your mother insisted. She looked up to Tekah with an apologetic look. When you glanced at the older man, you were surprised to see that he didn’t actually look angry at you. If anything, he almost looked as if he understood. Perhaps he was forced into an arranged marriage that he didn’t want to be in himself, you pondered. 

Tekah gestured kindly while he chimed in, “I understand your reservations, Y/N. But please be assured that Hato is a wonderful young man who can provide for you. You can come live in the Northern Water Tribe in a thriving community and live happily with my son. You can always come back and visit whenever.” 

You felt cornered and attacked. What were you supposed to say? If you said yes and agreed to marry Hato, you’d be forever miserable, leaving behind Sokka, the only man you’d ever really loved and forced to move to the opposite side of the planet. If you said no, though, then you’d be directly disobeying your mother as well as disrespecting Hato and Tekah. But this wasn’t as simple as refusing to do the dishes or laundry. Refusing this marriage had serious implications on the honor of yourself and your family. 

“Just because you had an arranged marriage doesn’t mean that I have to, mother!” You insisted, your voice raising with anger. 

Your mother looked furious with you now, “You are embarrassing yourself and your family. We all have to make sacrifices for the better good.” 

“The better good of what?” You scoffed, “Did you get a good deal for me or something? Am I worth a lot of goats?” When your mother didn’t respond, you looked over to Hato, “What about you? You’ve been awful quiet. What do you think about all of this?” 

The boy looked shocked that you asked what he thought about the arrangement, “I, um, I am honored that your mother has chosen to trust me with her daughter.” Hints of obligatory respect and neutrality were all over his tone and you could sense it. 

“But do you want to marry me?” You pushed, needing an honest answer because you were pretty damn sure that it was no. 

“Our parents have arranged this marriage-” He stammered, trying to formulate a response that would please everyone but you didn’t give him a chance to finish. 

“Do you want to marry me?” You asked a little harder this time. 

His eyes were wide from your onslaught of honesty and his jaw twitched as he tried to formulate words but failed repeatedly. Hato glanced up at his father, who returned the gesture with a non scrutinizing gaze. “I would love to get to know you better.” 

Hato finally landed on a response that he felt was honest enough while still pleasing your parents. You sighed out, “See? He doesn’t want to marry me either. Why would anyone want to marry someone they don’t know?” 

“Because they understand that survival is better than individual wants.” Your mother sounded exhausted with this argument, “Why is this even such a big deal to you? You’ve never shown interest in a potential husband here.” 

You peered over your shoulder to see Sokka standing behind you. His blue eyes were wide with shock and fear that he was about to lose you. Sokka couldn’t believe this was happening. Neither of you ever thought that not announcing your relationship would have any real repercussions until right now but neither of your parents seemed like the arranged marriage type. While they did happen in Water Tribes, not all marriages were arranged and many people got to choose who they loved. 

In your desperate silence, Tekah whispered to his son, “Why don’t you give it to her.” 

Hato dug in his pocket and pulled out a small necklace. A round blue charmed that was hand carved with intricate designs was looped into a blue cord. Your eyes widened when he extended it to you, knowing exactly what it was. “I made this for you.” Hato announced with a small proud smile at his work. 

You took the necklace and inspected the beautiful carving he’d done, “This is beautiful. And you are very talented but-” 

“But she can’t marry you!” Sokka interjected suddenly. 

Everyone in your tent looked to him, almost all of you having forgotten he was even there. “Sokka! This is none of your concern!” Your mother scolded him, completely shocked that he would have made such an outburst. Sure, he was usually goofy and talkative but his parents raised him to know when he should and shouldn’t speak. 

“Actually, it is…” He admitted quietly. He shot a quick look at you, your eyes meeting in a moment of stillness before he stood up straighter and stronger, appearing to try assert himself as having some form of authority. “I want to marry her.” 

Your eyes widened with shock. That was something that hadn’t really been discussed between the two of you. Of course, you never wanted to break up with him and you were both getting to the age where marriage was inevitable. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him but nobody had ever actually officially brought up the idea of marriage. 

“What?” You, your mother, Tekah, and Hato all exclaimed at the exact same time. 

“What is this, Y/M/N?” Tekah asked, his first hint at actually being irritated during this exchange. 

Your mother’s eyes narrowed at you and Sokka, “I don’t know but someone better explain quickly.” 

Sokka took an audibly deep breath behind you before stepping up to stand directly beside you. You looked down and watched as his hand weaved itself into yours. When you turned back up to look at your mother, her eyes were still upset but her mouth was opened slightly in surprise. “We’ve been friends our whole lives but we’ve been more than that for a while now and I love her!” 

This wasn’t the first time you guys had told each other you loved each other but you'd never felt more power or sincerity behind the words. These weren't just words he said to you but this was an act of defiance against elders for you, an out-in-the-open declaration of love and a promise to spend forever with you. 

"You guys are together?" Your mother asked, more shocked than angry this time. 

You held onto Sokka's arm and nodded, "Yes. And I love him too, Mom." You shifted attention over to Hato and his father and gave them a sincere look of apology, "I am so sorry that you came all the way down here but I won't marry you. I can't." 

Realizing the beautiful engagement necklace Hato had carved for you was still in your grasp, you left Sokka’s side to press it into Hato's palms, "This is beautiful but it's not for me. Find the girl it's meant for." 

Hato's eyes moved from where your palms were clasped together and, if he was being honest, there was no spark at your touch. His father had told him that you were beautiful (according to your mother's letters at least), and they were far from wrong, but he couldn't deny that he had no actual desire to marry you either, especially not after seeing that you and Sokka were in love. "I am not one to go back on my word. If you wish to be married, then we will be. But I'd rather have taken a wasted trip across the globe than live knowing that I'm responsible for the unhappiness of two people who were meant to be together. " He announced to the group of you, pocketing the necklace. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, nearly tearing up at the overwhelming gratefulness for this man. You stayed standing there before your mother and Tekah, gaze cast downward but leaving yourself to their mercy, though you had no intention of backing down from your decision. 

Hato turned to his father, “Please, father, let’s just return home. Please don’t make her do this.” 

Tekah straightened up, his lips in a tight line. His face was straight but strong and definitely not looking too happy anymore while he glared down at you and then to Sokka and finally to his son. Finally, he sighed, “I am proud of you son. You’ve chosen to put the wellbeing of others ahead of your own and, while I don’t appreciate the wasted trip, I do appreciate your empathy. And I too understand the pain of having to marry someone that’s not the one you love.” He confessed sadly. Hato looked slightly surprised at the confession but stayed silent. 

Tekah looked over at your mother and bowed slightly, “The arrangement is off. Thank you very much for being willing to trust my son with your daughter, regardless.” 

Your mother’s face finally softened, seeing that neither Tekah nor Hato were angry. “I offer my deepest apologies for this entire incident,” She began low and seriously before the frown lines on her face gently softened, “But the last thing I want is for my daughter to be unhappy. Had I known about this relationship,” She gestured between you and Sokka, “I would never have propositioned this arrangement.” 

“I understand. We wish the best for you.” Tekah nodded a cordial farewell before gesturing for his son to follow him out of your tent. 

Before they could totally leave, Sokka nudged Hato’s arm. The Northern boy stopped and looked over before Sokka gave him a small grateful smile, “Thank you, man.” 

Hato cracked a crooked smile, “I can tell you really love her. Treat her well. My best wishes for you both.” He patted Sokka on the shoulder in that endearing boyish way and then shot you a brief smile as well before exiting the tent behind his father, leaving you and Sokka with your mother. 

It was quiet for a mildly uncomfortable moment as everyone took in the events of the past twenty minutes. You breathed in heavily, realizing that you had pretty much just agreed to marry Sokka. 

“Y’know, I actually had something to give you.” Sokka reached into his pocket, breaking the momentary silence, “I had this whole thing planned out where I meant to give it to you under the stars earlier and it was going to be all romantic but then, I don’t know, I guess I just got nervous. But I want to give it to you now.” 

His hand slowly opened to reveal a little carved stone around a cord, much like the one Hato had just presented to you. Only, this time, the symbol was totally unique. On a thin light blue stone, there were three curved “lines” extending from the center in a partial spiral, almost like three little octopus tentacles. Instead of there being lines, though, there were three small carved out circles that decreased in size as they went further out. A single purple crystalline bead of amethyst was placed on either side of the main stone and then a slightly smaller clear gemstone that you guessed to be some sort of quartz sat on the outer sides of the amethyst. 

Gingerly taking the necklace from Sokka’s hand and holding it in your own. You almost couldn’t breathe. Your mouth was open in utter admiration at the beautiful object that had been created for you. Even with all the little imperfections, like how the amethyst and quartz beads weren’t totally smooth, it was absolutely the most perfect gift anyone had ever given you. 

Sokka’s hand reached behind his head to scratch nervously as he watched you stare at the betrothal necklace, “I know it’s not totally perfect but this was the best one that I made. And believe me, I made, like, a ton of these that all failed and-

“It’s perfect, Sokka.” You interrupted, nearly choking back tears. “Are-are you sure you want to do this?” 

Sokka shrugged, “Well, I did just crash your arranged marriage and spend a month making probably about 30 failed stone carvings, which are pretty hard by the way, so, yeah, looks like you’re stuck with me.” He said with a sarcastic air of flippance. He suddenly looked nervous but hopeful, his hands rubbing together in front of him, “Do you accept?” 

You nodded with a large grin, “I do!” You threw your arms around him, clenching the necklace securely in your hand as you held him tight. Sokka’s arms wrapped around your waist and he held you like he was about to lose you, lifting you off the ground. You leaned down and kissed him deeply but stopped when your mother cleared her throat. Sokka set you back down and you both turned to your mom, who stood there, finally looking almost happy for the first time tonight. 

She stepped towards the two of you, “Sokka, you are a wonderful young man. While I wish you two had been open about your relationship so we could have avoided this whole situation, I am honestly glad that of all the people that could be marrying my daughter, it’s you.”

Pride and honor welled up in Sokka’s chest. Even though he was the chief’s son, he’d never felt like anyone had taken him seriously for anything. But this, right now, having your mom tell him that she trusted him with you, the most important thing in either of their lives, was the greatest honor he could think of. 

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. You were actually going to marry Sokka! “Oh! Do you mind?” You held up the necklace to Sokka. 

“Of course!” He took it and clasped the necklace around your neck. You turned and adjusted the pendant so it was lying flat against your clavicle. 

“How does it look?” You asked, doing an adorably little shoulder shimmy to show off the jewelry. 

Sokka wanted to chuckle at your cuteness but found himself unable to, too swept up in the beauty that was you, but even more so now with that necklace around your neck, “Like it was meant to be.” He smiled genuinely. 

“I can’t wait to show it off to the tribe tomorrow!” You held the pendant gently and did a little happy dance, your voice almost a squeal. When you stopped, you leaned your body against Sokka’s and caressed his face gently with your hand, “But I can’t wait to marry you more.” 

Sokka picked you up and nearly threw you over his shoulder, “I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.” 

You laughed and squealed as he ran out of the tent towards the center of the camp, where a few people were still milling around before going to bed, yelling, “I want to tell everyone now! Hey guys! She said yes! We’re getting married!” 

[emile-hides]

Tumblr year in Review

I posted 4,373 times in 2021

398 posts created (9%)

3975 posts reblogged (91%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 10 posts.

I added 1,636 tags in 2021

#my hero academia - 520 posts

#pokemon - 220 posts

#deltarune - 175 posts

#emile's arts - 121 posts (Y'all I made 121 original works this year what the fuck)

#overwatch - 118 posts

#hatoful boyfriend - 108 posts

#senpai's arts - 100 posts

#undertale - 98 posts

#laugh rule - 93 posts

#lovecore - 83 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters (max characters allowed)

#also owning one jacket for entirely too long to the point you really shouldn't wear it in public anymore like seriously it looks like a rag?

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

That seems like it’s supposed to happen.

194 notes • Posted 2021-02-12 07:54:54 GMT

#4

Crybaby imagines

I can’t find any BNHA X Reader blogs with their requests open, so heck it. Make the content you want to see in the world.

MHA Blonde boys react to reader crying (for various reasons)

196 notes • Posted 2021-06-29 08:04:08 GMT

#3

Today I have no cognitive function but I cannot stop thinking about how Queen mimics Noelle’s mother in a lot of ways and possibly also Berdly’s??

265 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 03:08:14 GMT

#2

H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

319 notes • Posted 2021-08-12 01:30:25 GMT

#1

I have a quiet hope for Deltarune that realistically won’t come true but still.

I hope the “weird” route is permanent.

Eye yo fuck this post this post got me so much hate fuck you

719 notes • Posted 2021-09-21 21:58:00 GMT

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[barbiejeeps]

if anyones curious i have no requests please send

i'll put fandoms i write for under the cut!

bold=platonic

italic=romantic

bold italic=platonic & romantic

Only x Reader Fandoms:

Hatoful Boyfriend

After School Murder Club!!

Mondealy

Winning Love By Daylight

Slime Rancher

Purrgatory

x Reader AND x Character:

Demon Slayer (x character) (x reader)

How A Realist Hero Rebuilt The Kingdom

Danganronpa

(will add more when i remember them)

[kakusu-shipping]

Happy New Year to all the requests in my ask box that I am going to get to I promise

Leshy Heart eyes

Leshy sleepover (platonic)

Leshy Zoomies

Inscryption Valentine’s Day shenanigans

Tsundere Kazuichi

Twogami gets all the compliments he deserves all the time

Harunobu X Reader (anything)

Moon and Reader just chillin

Hunter X Reader (age gap idk which way tho)

Soft Yandere Viktor Humphries sequel

Mr. L X Mario Headcanons

Also someone asked forever ago about my Hatoful Boyfriend self ship and I’m finally going to answer that ask this year I promise

[pluviophile-imagines]

Jinx

in which you accidentally jinx your support partner and crush with your quirk, and now to break his streak of bad luck you have to go through with what you were imagining at the time: kissing him

togata mirio x reader

word count: 2.6k genre: angst (mild) type: one-shot reader: neutral (no pronouns, neutral terms, neutral clothing) warnings: none

you weren’t infallible, though. sometimes you’d mess up, and you’d cause a string of horrible misfortune. it tended to wear off on its own, but in certain, particularly bad cases you’d have to take action to break the curse.

if you were thinking about something when you touched your victim, you’d have to go through with it. in the past it was simple things; eating gyoza from a specific restaurant, doing your homework, watching a movie you were looking forward to. but this time…

you knew exactly what you’d been thinking about, and you really, really hoped you’d be lucky enough that mirio’s case would wear off on its own and you wouldn’t have to come clean.

It wasn’t your fault, really, what happened. You couldn’t be blamed. Nobody could be blamed, honestly—it wasn’t as if you’d set out to brush up against one of UA’s finest and activate your quirk.

But that was what happened anyway. You were walking down the hall with your brother, listening half-heartedly to whatever asinine story he was telling, when the two of you turned the corner to find the Big Three walking the opposite way, with Amajiki and Hato facing you properly and Mirio walking backwards in front of them.

You didn’t know Amajiki or Hato very well, but you’d come to be something of a friend to Mirio in your second year. Your twin brother, a member of Mirio’s class, recommended you to design Lemillion’s hero costume—you were the best in your support class, but infamously difficult to work with, your brother himself being the only person willing to partner up with you until he suggested you try Mirio. But you trusted his judgement, and now hardly a week went by where Mirio didn’t show up in your workshop with some new discussion to be had about his costume.

It wasn’t surprising that you managed to garner a small crush for him, frankly. The guy was a goddamn Adonis, nearly six feet of pure muscle and still growing, and he was genuinely good on top of that. He’d shown up at your workshop with no thoughts about your prickly reputation, merely excited to be working with someone so skilled. And even though you had your differences, he made it obvious that he really did value the effort you put in. He even seemed to enjoy your company; as the two of you moved into your third year he began consistently staying in your workshop longer than your planned meetings, usually under the guise of doing homework but clearly taking more of an interest in talking to you.

It was even more of a shock that you didn’t mind, honestly. You normally didn’t like people bothering you while you worked, but kicking Mirio out was like banning a golden retriever from your room. Even though a part of you wanted your quiet, an even bigger part of you liked when he hovered behind you asking what tool you were using.

So perhaps your crush wasn’t so little, because when he did that you tended to imagine him caging you against your workbench and pressing kisses to the back of your neck.

Of course, the exact opposite was what popped into your mind when you saw him walking backwards down the hallway. With his back to you, he didn’t see you or your little group, and you allowed your imagination to run wild at the glimpse of skin under his collar.

You almost felt silly for it, just the sight of his broad shoulders in his uniform enough to send you spiraling. You imagined pulling him in by his tie, initiating a heated kiss that he would respond to with vigor and passion like he did everything. You thought about threading your hands through his hair, perhaps sitting in his lap straddling him as he held you there with large, heavy hands on your hips and mouth slated across your own, locked in a needy embrace.

That was the thought which was slammed from your mind when he practically bowled you over in the hall.

You fell to the ground immediately, the impact of a much larger and sturdier person knocking you completely off balance. More importantly, though, was the flashing green of your eyes and the sudden, fleeting burning sensation where your bare arm met his in the commotion. It was quick, and you were fairly certain nobody noticed except perhaps your brother who knew what to see, but it happened, and you were left on the ground with dread in your heart.

Mirio‘s hand was on your arm before you fully snapped out of your haze. He lifted you up smoothly, an easy smile on his face.

“You okay?” He said your family name. You’d berated him the first time he called you by your given, within three weeks of the two of you meeting and before you’d fully warmed up, and he’d never done it again. You appreciated him respecting your boundaries, but you’d been calling him Mirio since the start of your third year and if you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was being passive-aggressive. “Real sorry about that, I didn’t see you.”

“It’s fine,” you replied. “No harm done.” None to you, anyway.

“You sure? You hit the ground pretty hard, there.” He looked you over as if checking for bruises that hadn’t had the time to develop.

You brushed him off, laughing slightly. “I’m fine, Mirio, really. No worries.”

He visibly brightened at your laughter, and you knew he liked the sound (he’d told you as much) but that wasn’t what he said when he opened his mouth. “Sorry to hit and run, but we have class. I’ll make it up to you later.”

You’d have told him not to bother but he was already gone, turning down the same hall from which you and your brother had entered.

Your brother spoke then, quietly amused. “You jinxed him.”

You knew he’d notice the activation of your quirk. It had happened to him more times than either of you could count, not that it ever truly affected him.

His quirk was Fortune. It seemed simple, but his absurdly good luck was what got him into UA’s hero course without even needing to take the entrance exam, and what made him largely immune to your own.

Conversely, your quirk was called Jinx. It could be massively powerful, but it usually wasn’t, which was very good because it was difficult to control. You’d spent years just learning how not to activate it every time you touched someone.

You weren’t infallible, though. Sometimes you’d mess up, and you’d cause a string of horrible misfortune. It tended to wear off on its own, but in certain, particularly bad cases you’d have to take action to break the curse.

If you were thinking about something when you touched your victim, you’d have to go through with it. In the past it was simple things; eating gyoza from a specific restaurant, doing your homework, watching a movie you were looking forward to. But this time…

You knew exactly what you’d been thinking about, and you really, really hoped you’d be lucky enough that Mirio’s case would wear off on its own and you wouldn’t have to come clean.

It started off small for him. He woke up late one day. He forgot his homework at his desk in his dorm. He spilled soup on his uniform.

But instead of wearing off, it got worse.

In the lunchroom about a week after he bowled you over in the hall, you overheard a third year general student gossiping to her friend.

“Did you hear about Togata?”

“No, what happened?”

“He lost control of his quirk in class this morning.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah. He fell straight down into Class 1C’s homeroom. Left his clothes upstairs, too. Flashed all the first years and scared them half to death.”

You cringed. Mirio had spent years learning how not to do shit like that, but now his control of his quirk was at the mercy of his misfortune, and it was all your fault. You hoped that would be the worst of it, but no stuck luck.

He sat with you for lunch two days later, his usual companions elsewhere for reasons he’d told you but you hadn’t bothered to retain. Your brother had joined him, which you were thankful for, because you could sit and eat your food in silence while the two of them chattered on about who knew what—they were two of a kind, really.

Your ears pricked to attention when Mirio mentioned an important test he’d taken earlier, though. You’d helped him study the night before, bribed with an energy drink and dinner, and he’d seemed fairly confident when he left. However, it seemed your jinx had been determined to ruin it.

“I filled all the bubbles in one question off,” he bemoaned. “And I didn’t even notice until I was literally turning it in. It felt good too! A solid 90 with a little luck.”

Any luck he might have had was far washed away by your quirk. When you looked up, he was pouting, and his blue eyes had turned to you, wide with apology as he reached across the table to grasp both your hands with his. “I’m sorry! I kept you up late to help me and threw that all away!”

You cleared your throat, gently prying your hands from his grip because if you didn’t your brother would noice your steadily growing blush and that would be a disaster.

“No worries. I got my payment.”

It was disappointing, sure, but it wasn’t as if you were angry with him. You were angry with yourself, for obvious reasons.

The final straw was when Mirio came back from his internship one afternoon with a shattered visor and lacking his usual upbeat attitude.

He apologized profusely for ruining your work. You kept trying to assure him that it was a villain, that the visor was easily remade (you had two extras at all times anyway), that if the headpiece hadn’t taken the hit it would have been his skull shattering instead and really a broken visor was preferable to that, but he was all but inconsolable.

So you psyched yourself up for the explanation, because you weren’t about to let this get any worse and you could do something about it.

Hopefully. Hopefully it would be that simple. You had been thinking about kissing him, so you just needed to kiss him, right? Nothing serious.

A little voice in the back of your head told you that no, you hadn’t simply been thinking about kissing him, you’d had far loftier ideas. You ignored that voice, pushing it down, hoping to whatever deity might be watching that your stupid quirk would take a simple kiss as enough.

“Mirio,” you said, setting down the ruined visor. You took off your magnifying headpiece and turned to face him, leaning back against the workbench. He looked up at your voice; he’d been staring at his feet and shuffling dejectedly. “You remember what my quirk is?”

He frowned, clearly thinking. “Uhhh… it’s called Jinx, right? You cause bad luck?”

“Close enough.” You nodded. “When we ran into each other last week, I might have… accidentally activated it.”

You could see the gears in his mind turning before it clicked and his eyes widened. “Oh. So all this is… you.”

You gave him a sheepish smile. “Yeah, I guess. I was gonna see if we could wait it out—sometimes it’s not that bad—but uh. I think we gotta do something, cause I can’t have you getting hurt because of my lack of quirk control.”

Mirio was quiet for a moment, and you were worried as his eyes scanned your face like they were looking for something, but he broke into a smile after a second and you felt like your entire body sighed in relief. “Let’s fix it right away! Err… how do we fix it?”

You took a breath, steeling yourself. “I uh… this is kind of weird. Like I said I usually wait it out and it’s no big deal but… I have to kiss you.” When he didn’t answer immediately, you continued in a rushed ramble. “You don’t have to! I mean it’ll wear off eventually and if you don’t wanna do it it’s not like you need to or you’ll die or anything—“

He said your name with a laugh (still your last name, but you decided not to correct him, as you were too relieved that he seemed to be more amused than affronted). “Just one kiss? No problem. Are you okay with it?”

“Yes!” Your response was, perhaps, a bit too fast. “Of course!”

“Yeah?” he asked, but you kept talking despite it.

“I mean, it’s my fault you’re like this so I’m kinda obligated.” You shrugged. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t fine with it.”

“Oh. Of course,” he said, but there seemed to be something sad about his voice now. He looked around your workshop, then back to you. “Where do you want me?”

“Huh?”

“I mean,” he lifted his hand and ran it through his hair, “this is your quirk and all. Do I need to do anything special or..?”

“Nope.” You let your lips pop the “p” and inwardly cringed. “Just, yanno. A kiss. Nothing special.”

“Okay.”

Mirio approached you, your back still against your workbench, and you could feel heartbeat quicken until, just as he stopped before you, you worried her could hear it.

He placed one hand on your waist and you had to consciously keep yourself from buckling at the knees. You looked down almost on impulse, only to have your attention be brought back to him as he said your name again (softer now, quieter, without that laughter. You didn’t even know he could be that calm).

“You have grease on your chin.” His voice was low with something like endearment, and you could hear the smile in it as the hand he hadn’t placed on your body came up to your face.

“Thanks,” you murmured, practically entranced by his motions and going cross-eyes to look at his thumb wiping the aforementioned grease smear from your skin. He was really going to kiss you. The thought both left you giddy and made your heart heavy; you felt like you were tricking him into it, giving him no choice but to comply with your fantasies.

You were snapped out of your thoughts as his hand lifted your chin so you met his eyes, which immediately dropped to your mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asked, still quiet as his words made his lips brush against yours teasingly and his hand tightened at your waist as if to remind you it was there, seemingly heedless to the shiver that ran through you and the way your eyes fluttered closed.

“Yes.”

He closed the gap the moment the word left your mouth.

His lips pressed against yours sweetly, not incessant or desperate. They quirked upwards the moment he initiated the kiss, the tiniest hint of a smile as he tilted his head. The hand on your hip pulled you off the workbench and towards Mirio, migrating to press his palm to the lumbar of your back. His other hand moved to cup your cheek, cradling your face gently.

Your own hands flew up to his neck, and they pressed against the baby hairs at his nape as you sighed (minutely, imperceptibly) against his soft lips.

You pulled back sooner than you wanted. You’d have stayed there for hours, honestly, but you didn’t want to overdo it. You’d promised him a simple kiss, and despite how much you wanted to pull him back in, you weren’t about to take advantage of his willingness.

It had only been to solve the problem you’d created, anyway.

When you opened your eyes, you found Mirio staring down at you. The hand at your face had fallen to meet its twin on either side of your waist.

“That’s all?” The tone of his voice made you wonder if he was asking about something more than whether the kiss would be enough to break your jinx on him.

“That’s all,” you affirmed. He didn’t say anything, but his expression seemed to fall.

When you pulled your hands back from his neck, he removed his own from your body. You thought for a moment they might have lingered, but you pushed the idea from your mind. Wishful thinking.

You turned back to his broken visor and you felt him move away, back to change into something other than his hero costume.

There was something lingering in the air, some disappointment or rejection. You didn’t know why, but you felt sad.

[gothita]

Hey I feel like writing some stuff so anyone got some prompts or ideas for short two or three paragraph fanfic based on otome games?

I'll do based on short prompts, reader x character with a theme, maybe headcanons... or if you want, tell some traits about yourself and I'll match you up with an otome game character based on your description! You can specify if you want someone from a specific game.

Smutty stuff has to be requested by 18+ and only about adult characters.

Fandoms I'll do:

Obey Me!

Amnesia Memories

Nameless the one thing you must recall

Code Realize

Mystic Messenger

Collar x Malice

Period Cube

10 Days With My Devil

Autumn's Journey

Hatoful Boyfriend

Hakuoki

Magical Diary

Star Crossed Myth

Norn9

Ozmafia

Seduce Me

Bonus non otome fandoms I'll do:

Fire Emblem Awakening, Fates, Three Houses

Harvest Moon (any game in the series prior to the reboot kinda thing)

Rune Factory (any game)

Pandora Hearts

Persona 3, 4, 5

Maybe more idk ask lol

[ciaossu-imagines]

ANNOUNCEMENT

Hello, hello, my gorgeous constant readers! So, in exciting news that I'm very happy to share, the queue is at 47, set to post twice a day, and I am fully wrapped up all existing requests. With a bit of a cheat that I'm a little ashamed of - there existed two requests that I absolutely could not, despite spending almost a month trying to think up anything for them, come up with a single idea to write about. So, I admitted defeat, deleted them, and honestly am kind of happier not having them haunt me but I do sincerely apologize to whoever sent them in and won't get them answered.

Now onto the plans I have for writing!

I'm taking the next couple of weeks to focus on finishing up the writing I want to do. Before I fully reopen the ask box, and host another event (because you guys seem to really love them and they bring in a lot of asks to add to the queue), I'm going to be focusing on writing several more chapters of the Shouhei drabble collection and scheduling them to post. Honestly, I'd like to finish it completely and with it being the only thing I'm writing, I feel I can do that pretty quickly. I'm also going to be writing and posting at least the first three chapters over on The Ever Young. I also really want to add posts to the queue for all my fandoms, including all my new ones.

Yes, new fandoms! The updated fandom list can be found here, but you'll also find a pretty comprehensive list right below here. Normally, I do just use prompts to create these posts but this time, I'm semi-opening the ask box. I'll be accepting any and all requests for any of the following fandoms, and will be using any requests for them to pad the queue and will use prompts if certain fandoms don't get asked for, though I'm hoping tagging this post with the various fandoms will get some asks coming in! The fandoms are:

Nanbaka

Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun!

Bungou Stray Dogs

Servamp

Saiyuki

Eyeshield 21

Ronin Warriors

Kekkaishi

GetBackers

Dogs: Bullets & Carnage

Black Cat

Hunter x Hunter

Karneval

The Royal Tutor

Gangsta.

Psycho-Pass

Bleach

Naruto

Deadman Wonderland

Ao no Exorcist

Ouran High School Host Club

Durarara!!!

Yu Yu Hakusho

Gintama

Mystic Messenger

Ikemen Revolution

Blush Blush

Date Warp

Hatoful Boyfriend

Seduce Me The Otome

XOXO Droplets

The Outsiders

Class of the Titans

Disney's Ultimate Spider-Man

Gravity Falls

The Mighty Ducks movies

The Covenant

Power Rangers Jungle Fury

Power Rangers Ninja Storm

Power Rangers Mystic Force

Harry Potter

Sky High

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