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Hi! I love your interpretation of the yan batfam so much bdnfbfkjfnd I was wonderong how you think Dick and/or Jason would react to a rather compassionate batsis?
She's definitely not on board with their obsession but she can understand where their coming from and gives them like ACTUAL compassion.
Ik you said Dick enjoys having a positive image in front of others most of all his younger sister, so how would he react to her seeing his flaws but still, being kind? Jason strives to be "normal", so much so he spirals sometimes, but like what would knowing/experiencing genuine closeness (not pity or false pretenses) change?
Idk if either of them would redeem their bad habits, but am curious to know what being truly seen and accepted would do to them, especially by someone they care about so much. The bats can have their walls pretty high up after all
A/N: sorry about the late responses. I've been out of it the past few days.
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Okay so when you are dealing with yanderes... you are dealing with extremely unstable people. There are so many ways thus could go but here's just one
Dick
Maybe your compassion makes Dick chill out a bit with his unhealthy tendencies. I think initially he'd still be uncomfortable and bothered that you can see right through him. You can see all his flaws and you don't revere him like the others which is bad. It will still anger him and he'll try manipulating you into loving him like everyone does at first.
A heart to heart with him could work. You acknowledge you know he's crumbling and has really horrible coping mechanisms but that doesn't mean that you don't love him. That you respect him even more because you see just how much passion he puts into everything that he does. It isn't his fault he craves so much validation when he had the upbringing he had but he doesn't have to pretend to be someone he's not to please you. That even if he doesn't smile as much or be selfish sometimes that you won't love him any less. You give him a space to be authentic with you with no judgment.
"erm,,,okay. I'll keep that in mind."
He's a bit taken back by it and doesn't know how to exactly process what you just said. I've mentioned before that he doesn't exactly know how to just be himself because for most of his life he was always being someone that others needed.
He's still on guard for a while. He will dip his toes in the waters by maybe not smiling as much with you or rescheduling your hang out session to go out on a date just to see your reaction. Did you truly mean it when you said he was allowed to be selfish? He was fully expecting you to hate him but seeing just how unbothered you were made him go...oh!
I think this shifts his obsession with you. He's still very much yandere but i think he's much more child-like ? I mean Dick still is obsessed with you and all that jazz but before, he wanted to be the best older brother/father figure. His happiness was dependent on how much you needed and revered him. But now you're becoming his safety blanket for when he's stressed, tired or upset. WIth you he can just lay on your shoulders without speaking and you won't even mind. He can be kind of assholey or dark and you will understand he's just in a mood and what he says never leaves the two of you. You won't take away your compassion or love based on how he acts...the first non-transactional relationship he's ever truly and it's pretty great. He finally feels like a brother and not like he's playing house anymore.
Don't get me wrong, he's still your older brother who gets on your nerves but there's just this mutual appreciation there that lacks with the others.It's clear to the others that he loves you just a bit more than the rest. When it's movie/game nights, he will allow you to sit it out or not tag along to restaurants. He's very protective and defensive over you. He doesn't feel as much of a need to do all that stupid crap with you because if he wanted your time, he could have a peaceful moment on the rooftops with you instead.
Jason
Hmm..i think Jason will just always feel a bit outcasted. There are plenty of people who do care about Jason in the comics but it's hard to relate to someone who's been through what he's been. It's just so unique to him. He knows you don't truly understand what it's like to have spirits of the Lazarus haunting you in your sleep. He knows that you cannot feel the pain of being replaced by someone you're now forced to see as a brother.
When i wrote my last piece a few people took it as me saying the reader found Jason to be odd. Really what it was is that Jason put those thoughts into his own head because he internalized the joke because of his own insecurities. The reader was perfectly fine with Jason being a little off...it made sense as he would've just come back from being dead and is trying to find a bit of normalcy.
It's funny though because while he's trying to be "independent" it's painfully clear he's still very much attached to you and is still unknowingly mimicking you.
I think though if reader sat down with Jason and explained he doesn't need to change or be "normal" because you love him the way he is, maybe he will relax a bit. But i think there would always be voices in Jason's ears telling him he needs to be perfect. My version of jason is around 20-ish year old who is a bit emotionally stunted and disoriented because he's just coming out of the pit. After a few years of being integrated back into the family he'll understand that you actually do love him as a brother and he serves a great purpose even if that purpose doesn't look the same as Dick's.
#headcanon#imagines#oneshot#x reader#yandere imagines#headcannons#yandere headcanons#fanfic#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere batboys#yandere dick grayson#platonic yandere#yandere jason todd#yandere red hood#yandere nightwing#platonic relationships#yandere batfam#jason todd x reader#dick grayson x reader#batsis!reader#batfam x batsis#dc incorrect quotes#dc imagine#dc universe#yandere family
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Love + Potion - A Yami x Reader Fanfic
You work at a bar Yami frequents and so youâre nearby when he decides to try a potion that turns him into a werewolf for 24 hours. It also happens to make him extremely horny.Â
Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Yami becomes a werewolf. Oral sex. Regular sex. Size kink.
Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more and @drizztdohurtin.
âAnother.â
You look up from the bar, where youâve been wiping up spilled beer. A few seats down sits your favorite customer, Captain Yami of the Black Bulls.Â
He comes to this tavern often, a few times a week unless heâs off on a particularly lengthy mission. When you began working here a year ago, you found him intimidating. Heâs huge, heâs gruff, and his squad is rumored to include all sorts of ruffians and even criminals! But you quickly learned that Captain Yami is nothing like you expected.Â
Heâs never made trouble for you. Heâs respectful even if his tone can be impolite. When he spills his drink, he actually cleans it up himself! Heâs broken up several fights before they could damage the bar, and on the rare occasion he gets involved in a scuffle, he takes it outside to avoid causing problems.Â
One night a drunk customer got irate and threw a glass at you. Yami caught it in midair before it could hit you. Another customer tried to get handsy with you, and Yami literally dragged the man out and tossed him on the street. Some nights, when he stays until closing time, he even walks you home.
Youâve never seen Yami dead drunk. Tipsy, yes. But actually drunk off his ass? Never. No matter how much he drinks. It must be a stamina thing, because itâs obvious that Yami has stamina for days.Â
Sometimes you catch yourself wondering if he has that much stamina in the bedroom.Â
Yami is an attractive man. Itâs well known in the kingdom that several women have their eyes on him, but so far he seems oblivious to their interest. You know you have no shot with him if the powerful beauties around him havenât been able to bag him. But still, itâs fun to entertain silly fantasies.Â
Tonight, heâs laughing and enjoying himself as he talks with another patron, a potion maker who often boasts about the strange, magical concoctions heâs created. This time itâs a potion that turns a person into a werewolf for twenty-four hours.Â
Yami doesnât believe him. No one ever does. The man has bragged about lots of different potions but has never let anyone try them.Â
âIâm telling you, it really works!â the man is saying.Â
Yami claps him on the back as he takes another drink. âSure, pal! Whatever you say!â
The manâs face reddens. âFine! If youâre so sure it wonât work, why donât you try it?â
Yami pauses, sitting down his drink and looking at the man. âYou have it with you?â
The man nods, digging around in his leather bag and producing a clear glass bottle with an amber colored liquid inside. âHere it is! Drink it and apologize for doubting me!â
Yami picks up the bottle and examines the liquid. âYou say it only lasts one day?â
âYes! One full day! Then it wears off and you go back to normal.â
âWhat are the effects?â Yami asks, seeming more sober and focused now that heâs considering trying it.Â
The potion maker straightens in his seat. âYouâll turn into a half man, half wolf. Your teeth with get sharper and your senses will be improved. Youâll probably crave some meat.â
âThat doesnât sound bad,â Yami says. Oh no. Is he actually going to try it? You think itâs a terrible idea, but itâs none of your business, so you keep quiet and listen.Â
âOh, and you might have the sudden desire to mate,â the man adds.Â
You freeze, the rag going limp and still in your hand. Yami⌠wanting to mate? You glance over at him, curious about his reaction to that comment.Â
âWill I still have control over myself?â he asks. âIâm not gonna hurt anyone, am I?â
The potion maker laughs. âOh, of course! Youâll have complete control. It doesnât affect your mind. Just your senses and instincts.â
Yami finishes off his drink then picks up the potion. He pulls out the wooden stopper and smells the liquid, then shrugs. âBottomâs up.â
As you watch, Yami downs the amber liquid in one big gulp, then sits the empty bottle on the bar and wipes his mouth. âTastes like shit,â he says, and starts to offer another comment before he suddenly groans and holds his stomach.Â
You step closer. âCaptain? Are you alright?â
He looks up at you and forces a grin, even though he appears to be in pain. âIâm fine. Just need⌠to go to the⌠restroom.â
Yami stands up and staggers toward the back. Youâve seen him hurry to the bathroom before, but not like this. Heâs stumbling over chairs, crashing through the place like a literal bull.Â
The door to the restroom slams shut, and the whole bar falls silent. Many of the other customers heard the conversation, and you see them whispering to those that seem confused. Before long, everyone in the bar is waiting to see the results of the potion.Â
You hear Yami grunting and groaning from your spot behind the bar. Then he screams out in what sounds like pain. The scream morphs midway into an ear splitting howl, and a chill runs down your spine. Whatâs happened to your beloved customer?!
The door to the bathroom swings open, and Yami walks out. Under the lights of the bar, you can see the changes clearly. Heâs a little taller, his hair a little longer, and there seems to be a thin coat of fine dark fur all over his exposed arms. His eyes are keener, taking on a blood red color with strangely shaped pupils. When he opens his mouth, you can see that his teeth are all razor sharp.Â
A few people hoot and hollar, clapping and cheering. Yami grins at them.Â
âHow does it feel, Captain?â someone shouts.Â
âIt felt like hell for a minute there,â he says, and the crowd laughs. âBut now? It feels pretty damn good!â
He makes his way back toward the bar, answering a few questions along the way and even letting a curious lady touch the fur of his arm. When he takes his usual seat, he looks at you and says, âGive me whatever you serve that has meat in it.â
âR-right away, Captain,â you say, flustered by the intensity of those red eyes. You serve him a pork roast sandwich, then watch as he devours it in seconds.Â
âAre you really alright?â you ask him.Â
His eyes shift to your face again, then slide down. Heâs never looked at you this way before, not even once, but now his gaze seems to be lingering on your chest.Â
âIâm good,â he says, eyes moving back to your face.Â
The night wears on, with Yami drinking and ordering more meat dishes. He seems to be in good spirits, and even buys the potion maker a drink, an apology for doubting his work.Â
The guests begin to thin out, and by midnight, only Yami and the potion maker remain.Â
âIt will wear off tomorrow, right?â Yami asks.Â
The potion maker puffs out his chest. âOf course it will! My potions are perfect!â
With that, the man leaves, and Yami is the last person at the bar. Even the other employees have gone, leaving you to lock up the place.Â
Yami glances at the clock on the wall. âAbout closing time, huh?â
Youâre sweeping the floor, moving chairs as you go along. âAs soon as I finish cleaning up,â you say. All night youâve been feeling his eyes on you, seeming to track your every move.Â
He leans over onto the bar. âIâm not lookinâ forward to going home. My squadâs gonna have a lot to say about this.â
You donât look up from the floor. Youâre afraid heâll notice how flushed your face is. âOh really?â
âI know a couple who are gonna freak out and call me reckless. At least one will want to fight me in this form. And a few will probably wanna pet me,â he adds with a laugh.Â
Without thinking, you say, âWell your fur does look very soft, Captain.â
Oh no. Did you just say that? Out loud? You keep your back turned to him as you lower your head.Â
âWanna touch it?âÂ
You freeze at the sound of his voice. Slowly, your turn to look at him. Your eyes meet his, and they look⌠hungry.Â
âAre you sure you donât mind?â you ask, stepping closer.Â
He holds out one arm toward you. âIâm sure.â
Hesitantly, you reach out and touch his arm, your fingertips brushing over the fur there. It feels like velvet, and soon your whole hand is rubbing his arm, from his shoulder to his wrist. You can feel the taut muscles beneath the silky fur, and you feel something within you tighten.Â
âSo?â he asks. âHow is it?â
His eyes are locked on yours again. You swallow and say, âItâs as soft as it looks, Captain.â
âYami. Call me Yami.â
Your hand is still on his arm. âYami,â you repeat, feeling heat creep across your face.Â
A moment passes between you, then you withdraw your hand. âIf you really donât want your squad to see you, just stay here tonight. Thereâs no bed but thereâs a bench in the back.â
âYou wouldnât get in trouble, would you?âÂ
You smile. âI donât think the owner would mind. Itâd be like having the best security guard in the world for free.â
âThanks,â he says. âI think Iâll do that.â
You take your time finishing up the cleaning, suddenly being in no hurry to leave. When youâre finally done, you walk back over to the bar. âThe bench is in the back. Iâll show you before I leave.â
He looks at you, that same hunger in his eyes. âYouâre not staying? I might get lonely.â
âUh, well⌠IâŚâ
He breaks eye contact and looks away. âSorry. I donât know what Iâm sayinâ. This damn potion is makinâ me act weird.â
âI donât mind!â you blurt out, then instantly regret your honesty when he looks at you again. âI mean⌠I donât mind staying here tonight and keeping you company,â you add, hoping he doesnât pick up on your embarrassment.Â
âAre you sure? Youâre probably tired from workinâ all night.â
Ahh, his eyes are so intense right now. His voice is even deeper than usual. And youâre standing so close to him, you can feel his body heat.Â
You can feel something else too. A growing wetness between your legs.Â
âIâm positive,â you say. âHow about another drink? Or another sandwich?âÂ
You start to step away, but his big hand catches your wrist. Itâs a gentle grip, but it stops you in your tracks. He leans closer to you, and⌠sniffs?Â
âYou smell good,â he says. Then his eyes widen slightly, as if heâs just realizing something. He focuses on your face. âAre youâŚ?â Then his eyes trail down your body, pausing below your waist.Â
Wait, can he smell your arousal? When his eyes move back to yours, you know itâs true. The unfinished question lingers in the air between you, and his hand is still holding your wrist. You stare at him for a moment, mentally debating what you should do. Youâll probably never get another chance like this, to be alone with a horny Yami. How many women in the kingdom would give anything for an opportunity like this?Â
So you decide to throw caution to the wind and go for it. You lean closer, locked in his gaze, and ever so slowly kiss his parted lips. He doesnât pull away, which is a good sign. When you part from him, he says nothing at first, only lifts his cigarette to his mouth and takes a drag before putting it out in the nearby ashtray. After exhaling the smoke, he quickly pulls you closer and kisses you back.Â
This kiss is different from the one you gave him. This is all heat and tongue and his free hand sliding into your hair. His fingers are tipped with sharp claws, but heâs being careful not to scratch you.Â
You lean into him, your hands pawing at his thin white shirt, trying to drag it up. Youâve wanted to see him shirtless for as long as youâve known him, and now you canât get it off fast enough.Â
He breaks the kiss long enough to slip the shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. His muscular chest is also coated in a thin layer of that velvety fur. It becomes thinner as it goes down his torso, becoming almost invisible by the time it hits his waist, save for a thicker, narrow patch trailing from his navel down to beneath his belt. Does it go all the way down? You canât wait to find out.Â
His hands move to the front of your dress, untying the laces of your simple corset. With it loosened, the fabric of the dress beneath it slips down, your breasts spilling out. Yami wastes no time squeezing one while his head dips down to take the other into his mouth, his lips sucking the tender nipple.Â
You sigh in pleasure, one hand on his head, fingers raking through his hair. His touch is hot, burning with a desire you never thought youâd feel from him. One of his arms circles around your waist, holding you close, and you can smell a strong, woodsy musk. Yamiâs scent. Itâs intoxicating.Â
He stands up from the stool and lifts you onto the bar so that youâre sitting on the edge, facing him, legs dangling. He pushes your dress up to your waist, then slides your modest white panties down, under your ass, and off your ankles. With them discarded, he parts your legs, and leans his face in.Â
Yami devours your pussy the way he devoured the pork roast sandwiches, like he was starving, ravenous. His big, warm hands are on your thighs, holding them apart while his tongue laps at your dripping cunt. And when his lips wrap around your throbbing clit, you gasp and shudder, your hands flying to his shoulders to have something to grip.Â
âCaptainâŚâ you moan out, then, in an even more breathless tone, âY-Yami!â
It feels so good, you think you might simply dissolve into a pool of goo. Heâs always seemed somewhat indifferent to women, so you assumed he wasnât one of those playboys with tons of experience. But this is clearly not a man who has never pleasured a woman before. Heâs too good at this, his tongue pressing into the exact spots that have your whole body jerking.Â
When you cum, your thighs quivering in his grip, you find yourself squirting for the first time in your life. The intensity of the orgasm has you panting as Yami licks up every drop.Â
You barely catch your breath before you notice Yami unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. You stare in anticipation as he pulls out a monstrously huge erection, leaking from the tip and seeming to twitch in his hand. Youâre already drenched, slick with your fluids and Yamiâs saliva, but taking his cock is going to be a challenge.Â
Is it so big because heâs a werewolf now? Or is it always like this? Either way, you spread your legs even wider and lean back on your elbows, looking up at him expectantly.Â
He grins at you. âThink you can take it?â
You smile back at him. âIf not, Iâll surpass my limits,â you say, using the phrase he was famous for in the kingdom.Â
He laughs heartily, then leans over you. âReady?â
You nod, your heart racing with excitement. With his improved senses, he can probably hear it. He definitely hears your breath catching as he begins sliding his cock inside you.Â
He goes slowly, carefully, giving your body time to stretch and accommodate him. You feel so full already and heâs only halfway in, but you werenât kidding about surpassing your limits. You want him all the way inside you.Â
Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, you slick pussy drawing him further in. God, heâs so big, so warm, you want to stay like this forever. He grunts as he finally bottoms out, his tip smushed against your cervix in a satisfying way.Â
For a moment, he doesnât move, as if he just wants to enjoy the feeling of being fully sheathed inside you, of your soft, slippery warmth wrapped around him.Â
Then, he begins lightly thrusting into you, watching your face for your reaction. When you cry out in pleasure, reaching up and throwing your arms around his neck, his thrusts become deeper, harder.Â
You can feel his fine fur rubbing against your bare chest, and it drives you wild. You bury your face in his neck, whimpering his name as he pounds into you, your body nearly lifting from the bar with each thrust.Â
Heâs breathing hard, a sheen of sweat on the parts of his skin not covered in fur, intensifying his scent. You want it to seep into your skin and mark you forever as his. His toned abdomen, with its trail of soft hair, is rubbing your body, creating the friction you crave, making your breaths come shuddering and rapid.Â
With a loud cry, you climax again. Your entire body, from your arms to your legs to your silky pussy, clenches him tightly. He fucks you through it, his own muscles seeming to spasm as he suddenly groans and plunges in deep. He stays that way, absolutely buried inside you as he cums, shooting his entire hot load directly into your core.Â
For several moments, the two of you remain tangled together. Then you slowly separate. He helps you down from the bar and you stand on shaky legs, not moving until you feel steady.Â
Quietly, the two of you clean up, and you pour Yami another drink.Â
âI hope Iâm still welcome here tomorrow night,â he says, seeming just a little awkward as he lights another cigarette.Â
âOf course you are!â you tell him. âYouâre my favorite customer!â
He looks at you and smiles. âOh? Thatâs funny. I come here all the time because youâre my favorite bartender!â
You laugh at that remark, thinking youâll have to thank the potion maker the next time you see him. His werewolf potion may as well have been a love potion!Â
#yami x reader#yami sukehiro#x reader#black clover x reader#black clover smut#yami sukehiro x reader
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"That's part of the job, by the way. It's best to keep an open mind."
Edward Deegan // Fallout 4. // Professional, reliable, and capable. Originally hired by the Cabots in 2058, Edward serves as a general aide, maintaining family property and day-to-day details â In other words, he keeps their groceries stocked, the generators running, and oversees other employees. Becoming a ghoul shortly after the Great War gave him the ability to continue working for the family for over two hundred years, and he's in no desire for a change in occupation.
Bonus (not entirely IC) meme:
#fallout 4#fo4#edward deegan#jack cabot#mala talks#i actually made this first of the moodboards ive posted recently#but i got shy.........#anyway. pls behold my man#i love him so much. i am So Extremely Normal about him#i need to finish his rp sideblog#also the screenshots of edward in the moodboard are my own#i wanted to flex a lil LOL#dont talk to me abt my mountains of edward caps ok#i needed icons. i swear it was for icons [sweats]
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i can't be happy for the bisexuals pairing up with each other in the end if i'm weeping over malvolio come on guys this isn't funny. Guys this isn't funny. guys. please. Please
#hahahahaaaaaaaaa ohhhhhhhhhhhh i'm normal i'm normal i'm so normal#david tennant this is all your fault and i hate you why did you do that#I DIDNT CARE ABOUT THIS FUCKING FREAK UNTIL NOWWWWWWWW WHATS WRONG WITH ME#twelfth night#the fact olivia was like. probably his only friend. probably the only person who's ever cared abt him#and like yes he fucked it up because he's sooooo stupid he is extremely gullible and loves her too much#i think aromanticism could have saved him. am i crazy for saying this.#hahhahaahahaaaaaa oh no i cant think abt the way he spoke to olivia after he got out of solitary confinement#or i will start crying again.#of course he has no brain cells and it's his fault for believing it a little bit but can you like imagine#bjust being alone in the dark and trapped there for however long and ur just marinating#on how like the one person you thought cared abt you just threw you away like that. and you have no idea why
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'to thine own self be true (and thou canst not then be false to any man)' Polonius tells his son Laertes in Act 1 - and it's so trite a saying that we quote it on everything from greeting cards to jewelry and almost laugh to stumble upon it in its original context
and then Laertes goes and spends the rest of the play - and let's face it, what little of it came before that as well - playing the foil to its tragic hero until it kills them both in Act 5 (and through the means of his own deception too)
#i am soooo normal about laertes (i'm lying)#one day i'll write a book about how normal i am about him but for now have this textpost#anyways nobody asked but i think that's probably the shakespeare quote i have the biggest love/hate relationship with#because we talk about it so much but hardly ever actually talk about IT#and even when we do it's mainly to be like 'oh polonius you with your empty maxims you!' (& we do need to remember that part too)#but it's also:#'oh polonius you are in conjunction with that & in more ways than one the very thing that dooms your son and therefore all of them'#it's the quintessential hashtag-its-not-that-deep quote#while at the same time being bitterly ironic and rarely do you get to discuss how both of those things can be true at once#so i Love it but i also Hate that i could undoubtedly find it on a t-shirt without much effort yk?#(and before anyone points out that there are multiple shakespeare quotes for which the same can be said re: the whole#itssodeep-noitsnot-actuallymaybeitisforadifferentreasontho dance#trust me i know but i refer you back to the first tag & how extremely normal i am about the character of laertes in general)
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I miss being threatened with a gun by Jarod :( (I beat road 96 yesterday and don't wanna replay the game now cause my finals start tomorrow and I wanna fully focus on them)
#i am extremely normal about him and i wanna know more!!!!!#i had like 75% of his story by the time i finished the game#my bestie told me a lot about one motel scene with him#like she didnt say any details just that theres an event with Jarod at a motel and its great#i was so hyped to see that but didnt get that one#the last jarod event i had was the one where he stopped his taxi next to a brigade van#and almost blew me up inside that van#love that scene love that man#but!!!! during the credits there were illustrations with all the characters that survived#and he was just chilling on a beach with a drink!!!! good for him!!!!!!!!#gonna replay the game after my finals in like uh a week and a half? i dont remember the specific dates#can't wait for that ill be finally freeeeeeee#i wanna draw so much but idk i just cant focus i either sit there studying or play games to not die of the stress#i got into road 96 at a perfect time#and after finals not only ill be able to play more game ill be free to draw more#and finally finish my commission#and draw. jarod#i wanna draw jarod from that one event where you pick him up on the road and then he tries to kill you#honestly my favorite jarod scene so far#ough i wanna replay that scene specifically#again. completely normal about him#bee buzz
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im always like hi. this is my toku blog but then you scroll down and it's like 95% kuugaposting over any other show
#rambles#i have a favourite and im not very good at modulating this#and a lot of it is me being varying levels of deranged about ichijou kaoru specifically#or godai i am actually extremely normal about him too. so much so i sometimes start Sounding like ichijou in my tags lol#(read: in love with godai yuusuke)#sigh. im normal about both of them. they're evrything to me.#genuinely i do consider them both my fave characters ever#but then also i just. love kuuga outside of my two blorbos. i could post for a million years about a million things in that show#i went off ranbling in the tags about the linto language the other day.
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Rant incoming
I feel like the problem with a lot of Disney's live action remakes (and arguably Wish) is they're trying to appeal to a crowd that no longer exists, namely the people who used to claim that the Disney Princesses were sexist.
All the interviews tend to include, "Well she's not chasing a MAN anymore" which...almost no one sees the princesses like that, anymore. Virtually NO ONE still believes the princesses are man-chasing sexist caricatures of women.
Cinderella is now hailed as an abuse victim who stayed strong long enough to get help to get out of her situation. Anyone who says she should have saved herself is basically regarded as a victim blamer. And it's very clear in the film she wasn't looking to marry the prince, she just wanted a night off. She was the only one who wasn't in line to meet him. She didn't find out she met the prince until he went looking for her!
Snow White is now hailed for her negotiation skills, ability to calm down after extreme stress (she had a moment of panic and had to cry for a bit, but who wouldn't after finding out The Queen hired someone to kill you?), and ability to take charge of a house of adult men. And again, she was an abuse victim, this time trying to escape ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS. While she dreamed of her prince, it was secondary to her main goal of SURVIVAL. There are also entire video essays about how Snow White gave hope to people during The Great Depression.
Everyone acknowledges that Ariel wanted to be human BEFORE meeting Eric. We all know she was a nerd hyperfixating on humans, and also standing up to her prejudiced father.
We understand Sleeping Beauty wasn't the main character, the Three Good Fairies were, AND PHILLIP WOULD NEVER HAVE BEATEN MALEFICENT WITHOUT THEM! He literally depended on them! WOMEN SAVED THE DAY! But even then, is it really such a sin for a girl to fantasize about romance and fall for someone with corny pickup lines?
We all understand Jasmine just wanted someone to treat her LIKE A PERSON. She rejected every Prince before Aladdin because they treated her like a prize. So why did they need her to want to be Sultan? How did that make her more feminist when she already wanted to be treated like an equal and have a say in her future? Is it only empowering if you want a career in politics?
We admire that Belle, despite living in a judgemental village, was kind to everyone (even though she found the village life dull), and her story teaches girls that the guy everyone else loves isn't always a good guy. What's sexist about teaching girls about red flags? And she didn't start being nice to The Beast until he started treating her with respect and kindness.
Do I really NEED to defend Mulan or Tiana? I think they speak for themselves.
Rapunzel was yet another abuse victim who just needed a little help to get out of her bad situation. In this case, she also needed to learn that she was an abuse victim, and that what Mother Gothel did WASN'T normal, much like many victims of gaslighting.
And don't get me started on the non-princess animals.
Perdita had a healthy relationship with Pongo to the point she was open to express her pregnancy fears to him, and was ready to TEAR APART Cruella's goons for daring to touch her puppies as well as adopting the other puppies. Like, she was so ferocious the goons mistook her for a hyena! She's basically that "I AM THAT GIRL'S MOTHER!" scene from SpyXFamily if Yor were a dog. She and her husband were a TEAM.....but they made a Cruella live action to turn her into a girlboss?! The literal animal abuser!? THAT'S the woman you wanted to put on a pedestal when Perdita was RIGHT THERE!?
Duchess kept her kittens calm after they had been catnapped and was classy as heck. Nice to everyone regardless of social class during a time period where that was uncommon.
Lady stood up to Tramp when she believed he had abandoned her and didn't really care about her. She found out he was a heartbreaker and was like, "Nuh uh. No. You are not doing that to me! You put me through enough."
Miss Bianca from The Rescuers was IN CHARGE the whole movie, and was willing to risk life and limb to save an innocent child. THAT TINY MOUSE TOOK ON ALLIGATORS! And she picked Bernard to accompany her because he was the only one who wasn't ogling her. And then in the sequel SHE DID IT ALL AGAIN! I wish I were as brave as her.
Like, the public haven't accused these ladies of being sexist caricatures since 2014 (Actresses and actors don't count, they're out of touch like the rest of Hollywood) yet Disney is operating under the assumption that the public still thinks that way, hence all the "sHe'S nOt AfTeR a MaN iN ThIs VeRsIOn" talk.
The live action remakes are trying to attract an audience that doesn't really exist much, anymore, and back when it did exist, was comprised mainly of people who didn't actually watch the films. The Disney princesses are no longer seen as sexist, and feminine qualities are no longer seen as weak or undesirable.
#the rescuers#disney#101 dalmatians#perdita#miss bianca#rapunzel#tangled#princess and the frog#tiana#the three good fairies#flora#merriweather#fauna#snow white#sleeping beauty#Cinderella#ariel#the little mermaid#beauty and the beast#belle#aristocats#duchess#lady and the tramp#jasmine#aladdin#long#wish
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At long last: either an alternate explanation for or continuation of my prior comic regarding how Bill was ABSOLUTELY naked in Ford's karaoke night drawing. (Because errors in art do not exist. Artists do not make mistakes. So if you see any in this comic, No You Do Not.)
I am so normal about these old dorks.
I'm not really clear on exactly when Bill started throwing his desperation book at Ford just like a needy ex do, but I find it extremely funny to imagine it happening literally the day of or after the makeshift funeral. Bill just gets this weird sense of 'Ford is taking steps to move on' and CANNOT FUCKING ABIDE.
I hope you enjoy all the goofy things I added to each page of Bill's sad spieling. (Everything SHOULD be readable so long as you view the full size, but I have added basically this whole little fanfic in the image descriptions, LMAO, which lays out all the little written notes and such.) Also don't ask how Bill managed to sneak that vampire pen in there. I have no idea, and honestly? I don't wanna know.
Oh, and a little bonus comic:
Of course Bill would take it as flirting. Because between the two of them, Bill is the bigger masochist By Far. :)
Also I have continued applying The Good Place logic to any of Bill's attempts to swear. Case in point, one last bonus image, this time with a motivational line from my slapdash Theraprism OC, EV-01:
Yes, its name is just 'love' backwards. No, I will not be taking any feedback on this. Yes, EV-01 was only ever assigned to Bill's case due to the Theraprism being desperate to make some progress in rehabilitating him. No, it did not work anywhere close to staff's expectations - Bill didn't even appreciate EV-01's matching fondness for bowties! (He claimed the fondness to be "cultural appropriation" and insisted he'd been traumatized by it.)
Anyway, if you like my stuff, reblogs are very much appreciated, and if you really really like it, perhaps consider my commissions or yeeting a teeny tiny tip my way? I am trying to recoup over 500 dollars in vet bills, ahaha... đ
In other news, I loved all the fun tags people added to the prior naked-karaoke comic (such as 'the hat and bow-tie stay ON during sex' and the classic '[insert keysmash here]', as well as the many amused/bewildered remarks about how I either made the bricks a piece of clothing or just straight up peeled Bill's skin off). However, I think my favorite thing by far was the several people losing their shit over the fact that I gave Bill toes. Like, excuse me? The magical talking triangle can have fingers but not toes??? Since when was that a rule????? 𤣠(Also the one person who reblogged with the cropped panel where Bill's fishnets pants are falling off to ask why Bill peed himself. Dude, I want to examine your brain...?)
Okie-dokie, I'm sick of looking at all of this stuff now and I'm off to go to work, after which I will either scribble some more goofy "Billford" comics or perhaps draw my lame human!Bill in Situations, idk yet. Maybe I'll even finally draw more than just a single other person's human!Bill...? Who knows, but I sure hope I can mix it up a little and not turn whatever I draw into a month-long fukken project. >:\
#fanart#gravity falls#billford#bill cipher#stanford pines#the book of bill#comics#i can't believe gravity falls and billford keep on trending almost three full months after the book of bill's release#this is incredible#maybe i will add more tags later idk#i have to go to WORK now blehhhhhh#oh right: Do Not Repost (good luck anyway lol. this is So Many images and all of them are Big XD)
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Class 1A boys random headcanons âââ*:ăťďž
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Summary: random thing they do or say as your boyfriend*.â˘
Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!
IZUKU~
He tries making you food just to be nice, but he doesnât really know how so he just brings you something easy like instant noodles and say âitâs the thought that counts!â
He use to be insecure of his freckles and the only reason he isnât now is because you kiss them all the time!
he draws you all the time, he hangs them all up in his room so when you hang out with him you tease him about being so obsessed with you which he blushes too
He lets you put his fluffy hair in pigtails sometimes!
He does a stupid dance everytime he beats you in something, a game, a training exercise or something like that. You say itâs cute which makes him flustered~
KATSUKI~
Claims he doesnât cry at all but in reality he cries in front of you all the time, and ONLY you
He has some hearing loss from his quirk so sometimes he doesnât hear you walking up to him so you have to kiss him to get his attention
He kisses the back of your hand, not to be a âgentlemanâ or anything he is just too timid to kiss your face sometimes
His face is always so stern but when you two are alone his face soften SO MUCH. It relaxes into a small smile when he is alone with you
He lights candles for you with tiny explosions, sometimes it doesnât work and he gets embarrassed for failing so he will just melt it instead! (You donât really care but if you did he would get you a new one)
SHOTO~
he also lights candles for you, and it actually works. So he gets a bunch of candles for you just so he can light them all for you. He threw away your lighter so you have to ask him
He heats up his hands ever so slightly when he touches you to warm you up. You call him your heating pad LOL. He also gives you massages after training with warm hands as to not hurt you
He normally doesnât want to even mention his scar but with you he literally asks to kiss it when he feels down about it~ which you always do!
He lets you paint his nails, he also does not care what colors. He just likes spending the time it takes to paint them with you, he normally gossips with you while you paint them~
TENYA~
whenever he is talking to you he sometimes gets so comfortable to the point he will speak incredibly fast! You have to put your hands on his cheeks and tell him to slow down
He reads to you, even if you say no he does it anyways. He says itâs for learning purposes but in reality he just wants to spend time with you
He tries showing off his intelligence with you. âGive me any equation and I am confident I will know how to solve it!â
He sometimes forgets he wears glasses, he falls asleep with them on sometimes so you have to take them off for him. Sometimes he puts his head in your neck but his glasses get in the way which makes him whine and tearďżź them off so he could actually cuddle into you~
Heâs so proud of you sometimes he brags about you at random times. âHave you seen y/n? Yeah we are DATING!â
EIJIROU~
He wants to give you love bites sometimes but he knows his teeth are sharp so heâs scared too
His quirk sometimes makes his hands and arms dry from overuse so he asks you what to do about it and you told him to just try moisturizer. he made you put it on him because he likes your warm touch! (Not in a weird way!?)
He lets you draw on him, it doesnât matter if your bad at drawing or not he likes being your âcanvasâ he says. As long as you let him draw on you too. Itâs normally just dumb faces like Ęâ˘á´Ľâ˘Ę or something like that LOL
He is SO WHINY, like extremely whiny! Even in front of his friends, if he wants something from you heâs gunna whine till he gets it. âY/NNNNNNNNNNN GIVE ME A KITHHHHHâ âdude lower your voice people are gunna thing your weird *kiss*â
Whenever he is yapping to you about god knows what he sometimes stutters unintentionally which makes him stop talking for like 5 minutes due to embarrassment. âSo t..th.ThenâŚ..â âUhm you ok?â ââŚâ âYour not gunna talk anymore huh?â â*Shakes head*â
DENKI~
he pulls the dumbest faces and then asks you if you still think heâs cute- like âhey y/n am I still cute?(o_O)â âno you look dumb stop itâ âfineâŚâ
He shocks you but not on purpose, in general he has so much static electricity coming off of him that he canât control so sometimes if you reach to play with his hair youâll get shocked. He apologizes over and over and âkisses it betterâ
He lets you put make up on him, you donât even have to wear make up yourself and heâs down. You make him look like a princess and he loves it- âIâm beautiful!!!â
Heâs very needy which is obvious. He gets so needy for attention that sometimes he will just follow you around school waiting for you to atleast hug him~
SERO~
He loves arts and crafts (LOL) he likes making home made cards for you instead of buying them from a store. He also likes building things with you like bird houses n such. Heâs a great tape dispenser so heâs good at itâşď¸
Heâs really good at puzzles so if your doing something like a rubix cube or just a normal puzzle and you get stuck he always helps you!
He leaves love notes for you everywhere, in your bag, on your desk, in your locker or even in your books. He isnât the best with words but itâs still cute that he tries
TOKOYAMI~
He gets jealous of dark shadow, he always makes you laugh. So in return he banishes dark shadows for a while so he can have alone time with you (aka to cuddle)
He drags his beak through your hair instead of playing with it with his hands, he basically preens you but refuses to admit thatâs what heâs doing-
Heâs insecure, it is kinda weird that he has a bird head but you donât let that get in the way. You cover his beak with kisses hoping itâll make him feel better
He made you a necklace out of one of his feathers, now you wear it everywhere and people either think itâs adorable or cringy
Iâve said it before he is really fluffy so whenever you cuddle you start playing with his feather. He says he doesnât care but if you donât he begs you to. âCan you? You know?â âWhatâ âYou always play with my feathers?â âAww you want me to play with your feathers!?â âYeah.â
AOYAMA~
Behind closed doors he ditches the whole self centered thing and is fixed onto you. While you guys cuddle in privet you could hear him saying âyou are so very dazzling! Just as much as me~â or âyou are like a shining star! So prettyâŚâ (out of character again but IDC I headcanon him to be a sweetheart!)
Whenever he gets a stomach ache from overusing his power he MAKES you give him a tummy rub, he will force your hand above his stomach and wait for you to sooth him
He wears make up so he lets you do looks on him. If you do good enough he will wear it for the day but most of the time it doesnât meet his standards LOL
Similar with nails, he lets you paint them whatever color you want and he will keep them on. He doesnât care as much abt his nails then he does his face-
He loves when you play with his hair, like really loves it. Whenever you play with his hair or give him a scalp massage he just sits there like ^0^. Seriously his mouth will hang open without him realizing. You have to close his mouth manually with your finger
OJIRO~
He lets you play with his tail, you just pet it whenever you want but you have to be careful because his tail is a little ticklish. He will swat you away if it starts to tickle
He Carries your bags for you, heâs a gentleman like that! he does it just to be nice but if you insist on carrying them yourself he wonât stop you!
He sometimes jumps into your arms, as a âjokeâ which is a lie. Sometimes he just wants to be in your arms! He also finds it hot that you are strong enough to hold him~
He likes when you guys match! Clothes or shoes n such! He thinks itâs cute and we wants everyone to know that yâall r dating!
SATO~
He finds it hot when you call him âbig boyâ he understands that you donât do it to shame him but itâs more to flatter him. Like youâll be having a light breakfast and after he finished he was still hungry so you tease âoh we gotta get more food in you big boy~ wait here Iâll get more!â He blushes so hard over it
He crams his head under your shirt when cuddling, he just likes laying on your stomach ok!
He is a little insecure about his looks, and he is very honest with insecurity so he will just confront you like ây/n I donât think I look that good todayâŚhelp?â And youâll do everything you can to help
Whenever he is injured he milks it so harddd, he will ask you to get him a blanket, or help him eat. âY/n could you feed this to me? Iâm too hurtâŚâ âyour arms are fine?â âI knowâ
Heâs the kinda guy to peak over your shoulder while your doing something because he really wants to be apart of it but heâs to scared to askđ
SHOJI~
The first time you saw his face he was soooo insecure it was really sad, everytime you asked he when like âI donât think you want to seeâŚthisâ or âwell y/n itâs obvious it isnât going to look good, itâs probably gunna freak you outâ. When he finally did show you he was shocked when you pulled him closer claiming you wanted to âadmire his beautyâ closer~
Cuddling with him is the best!! He makes a little cocoon ďżźaround you with his arms! Unless you want to hold him which he also loves!
He insists on holding things for you, everytime you say âI wish I had more handsâ he goes ��luckily I do!â And takes everything out of your hands
He gets cold easily so sometimes when yâall cuddle he gets freakishly cold and you have to bundle him up like a burrito. You cry over how cute his looks with his mask off in a burrito blanket <3
KOJI~
He talks to you on a regular basis but he almost always leans into your ear, cup it with his hands and whisper instead since he is still very shy, unless you guys are completely alone. Even for the simplest thing; ây/nâŚdo you want water?â âSpeak up babe-â â*squealing noise*â
Compliments kill him, like actually last time you called him cute he fainted
He asks you to deal with spiders in his dorm or anywhere. You capture them and release them tho because he feels bad if you just kill them
He leaves you flower petals in random places, you could be looking through your books and notice a flower petal in between two pages~
He back hugs you to cuddle, heâs to scared to be face to face and heâs scared heâs gunna hurt you somehow? You assured him he will never hurt you which makes him feel a little better
Wsg yall!!!! Anywayyyys Next post prob gunna be class 1B cuz again they need more attention đ
Not proof readdddd!!
#izuku midoria x reader#deku x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#shoto x reader#shoto todoroki x reader#tenya iida x reader#iida x reader#kirishima eijiro x reader#kirishima x reader#denki x reader#denki kaminari x reader#sero x reader#sero hanta x reader#fumikage tokoyami x reader#tokoyami x reader#aoyama x reader#ojiro x reader#ojiro mashirao#sato rikido#Rikido Sato x reader#shoji x reader#mezo shoji x reader#Koji x reader#Koji Koda x reader#mha headcanons#my hero academia headcanons#mha x reader#mha scenarios#midoriya x reader
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Here's the thing. I'm a girl, and as a girl, I really like it when girls are portrayed in fiction. Especially fantasy.
But so much fiction/fantasy mixes up 'girls' with 'unstoppable forces of female badass' and there's not necessarily anything wrong with having a character who is an 'unstoppable forces of female badass'. But it gets old real quick. And it is not the same as portraying normal girls, or having good female characters.
And that's one of the many reasons I love Avatar the Last Airbender.
Because all the girl characters have flaws and weaknesses and sometimes act like idiots or jerks. They get emotional and make mistakes. They lose fights or arguments or are just wrong sometimes. Some of them are amazing warriors, and some aren't. Some are powerful or special and some are normal, with nothing special about them.
And I Love that.
I was around the same age as Katara when I first watched Atla. And I instantly connected with her as a character. I loved her optimistic attitude and her fighting spirit. And I could relate with her anger, and with her maternal instinct. I admired her fighting skills of course, but I loved how the show portrayed her compassion and kindness, the way she could both beat up a bunch of bullies AND enjoy a relaxing day at the spa. She was a baddass warrior that should never be crossed. But she was also a normal teenage girl who had a lot of the same internal struggles and problems that I did.
(I never connected to Toph on the same level, but I did relate to her on a few things. She's an adorable trash gremlin who would commit any crime for fun and I love that. But she struggles with being both independent and letting people help her, and I still struggle with that sometimes. I've learned that sometimes, you can help others by letting them help you.)
Yue is, in my opinion, a perfect example of a type of hero that seems to be disappearing. She is not a warrior. She is not a fighter. She's not even a bender.
Yue is a perfect princess, a perfect daughter. She is extremely feminine in a rather older sense.
And she was the only one who could save the world. She gave up everything for her people. She saved everything, everyone, the entire world. Without ever becoming a fighter.
Yue is a perfect example of a girl who was never more than a girl, and how that's okay. Not every girl has to be rough and tumble and fight for her rights in order to change everything. Sometimes it's okay to just be a quiet obedient girly girl. Sometimes that's all it takes to be a hero.
And I love that. Yue is strong in her own way. She is unique and interesting. She appears in only a few episodes and yet manages to be one of my favorite characters.
Song is another great example of this. Song is a healer in a small town. We don't see much of her but we see her compassion and empathy. She is gentle and generous. A healer not a fighter.
She watches Zuko steal her ostrich horse and does nothing.
Is that because she's kind and generous and knows he needs it more? Or is it because she's a healer girl who knows she can't actually stop those two from taking the horse? Maybe neither, maybe both. I have always thought that the scene where Zuko steals the horse and only the audience knows she saw it is one of the most thought-provoking in the series.
Suki is a badass warrior woman who is an awesome fighter and good leader. She is one of the best non bender fighter we see in the entire show. She was one of the smartest, most efficient, and powerful characters we ever saw.
She kissed a boy she had just met because she thought he was cute.
Now don't get me wrong I love SokkaxSuki. Its one of the best couples in the show.
But Suki totally did the old 'love at first sight' thing. And that is awesome. Because when she kisses him she delivers one of the best lines, not only from her, but, I think, in the entire show.
"I AM a warrior, but I'm a girl too."
Being a warrior doesn't mean that she isn't also a teenage girl. She might be a fighter, but she still gets crushes and likes to flirt with cute boys. And hey, she picked a good one. Not every boy is going to come break you out of prison.
Anyways, let's have more realistic girls in fiction. And please enjoy the next 24 hours.
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A story from back when I played D&D. It might have been 3.5 or pathfinder or fantasycraft or one of that ilk. Might even have been 4e. It was like a decade ago.
So. Standard D&D. A party of bold adventurers of diverse origins and skillsets gets together to explore a perilous dungeon and stop a cartoonish baddy. The usual.
I end up building a fairly typical character for me. A goblin Rogue/Assassin. A stealth/melee build designed to get the drop on an enemy, do a bunch of rapid damage, and then fuck off.
She was lawful evil, and firmly in the team-fortress-two-sniper school of "You know who has a lot of feelings? Men what bludgeon their wives to death with a golf trophy. Professionals have standards." school of being a mercenary. I think I even did an aussie accent.
Anyway her schtick was that she'd noticed 'Adventurers' got to do as much violence as they wanted without social consequences, and she loved violence! So she was gonna do a stint as an adventurer, so once she was done she could go home with a big sack of gold to spend on booze and cake and hot girls. But right now she was on the job, so she was an extremely professional team player with a strict code of conduct. Always be honest with the team, follow the plan, don't mess things up for the team, split the loot evenly. Standards.
Verna was a horrible efficient little murder gremlin who was also proudly guild-certified. * * *
Now, another PC was a chaotic neutral gnome bard who was leaning hard on the 'gnomes are amusingly racist to goblins and kobolds and think this is funny and endearing' thing. He teased Verna a bunch about being green and ugly, which she studiously ignored because - remember - she had Professional Standards.
Anyway, there was a human NPC we met that she didn't like, saying he was a bit stupid and very annoying. Our gnome bard decided it would be very funny to use one of his enchantment spells to make Verna suddenly horny for him and watch what happened.
Verna sees the gnome who keeps fucking with her walk up, wave his hands and babble some arcane nonsense, and now she has weird funny feelings she can't explain. She does some thinking and concludes that she'll pay the human for a snog later, because right now this guy's just obviously cast a spell to mess with her mind, which was Not Okay. Of course, she had Professional Standards, so...
She walks up to our gnome friend and basically informs him: "Hi! I know you just did some magical brainwashing on me, and I am not going to tolerate this! However, because we're in a team together, and I don't want this to become a problem, I am going to very generously allow you to settle the matter with me. We will have a bout of single combat to first blood, and then whoever wins I will consider the matter settled and my honour satisfied, and you won't do that again, and we won't mention it. This is a very kind offer of mine, because I have Standards; where I come from the normal response would be to say nothing and strangle you in your sleep tonight."
And our gnome, who is a spellcaster not a combatant, looks at this and decides he doesn't want to get shown up by her, and basically tells her that if she doesn't like getting messed with she can go back to the goblin village, and laughs at her.
So. Shrug. Quickdraw as a free action. I get a surprise round. You're flat footed, so it's easy to hit and I get sneak attack damage. 3/4 of his health is gone. Initiative. He says he wants to say sorry. I respond that he can say that when it gets to his initiative count, but right now it's my action and he's still flat-footed and here's my big pile of d6s for sneak attack and oh dear I think that's him on -10 hp, so he's not going to get the chance.
* * *
Anyway this kicked off a massive shitstorm ooc about how I just kicked off PvP and murdered a PC for no reason and the game fell apart because the gnome's player genuinely didn't seem to understand that 'mind control' is a hostile action. This was in the bad old days before safety tools and I was playing in a fairly neckbeardy group, so 'a man makes a woman horny against her will to humiliate her and laughs about it' was apparently not a deal-breaker while 'the woman stabs him for it' was.
I still think I wasn't the bad guy in this scenario.
There is no point to this story I just wanted to share it.
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SOFTIES GONE HARD!
â¤ď¸ warnings: fem!reader. meandom!chara. spanking. bondage. manhandling. praise. degradation. size kink. cockwarming. overstimulation. edging. cum stuffing. breeding(kink). claiming. dacryphilia. marking.
â¤ď¸ FEATURING: ZHONGLI. KAZUHA. THOMA. KAVEH.
â¤ď¸ authors note: this one is about genshin men whoâd usually fuck you softly but theyâve decided to fulfil their own desires today, using your body of course. ASKS ARE NOW OPEN. 18+ MNDI.
ZHONGLI.
calm, collected, ravishing zhongli, who always fucks you nice n slow, taking his time, softly trailing his fingers over your body. it was until a certain young man working in the market decides to flirt with you each time you go out, despite reassuring zhongli that you werenât interested he was adamant onâŚreminding you who you belong to.
pinning your wrists above your head using one hand, the other circling your clit, fucking you into the couch as his tongue roams in your mouth, he usually speaks words of praise and reminds you how he adores you but this time? nothing but his promise to claim you. âyou whore, youâre liking this arent you? a-ah fuckâ iâm going to make sure your body remembers who it belongs toâ. he hisses when your walls clamp down on him like a vice; halting right against your cervix and spilling all of his cum inside you. you both moan in unison and he doesnât move until heâs let out of every drop- only then, does he slightly pull out and fuck up into you again.
KAZUHA.
now you canât tell me this wouldnât be hot, kazuha whoâs given up on being so nice to you when youâve kept teasing him on board the crux, he drags you into a storage room and whispers right into your ear whilst grinding his erection against your clothed pussy. âi am sick and tired of your endless teasing, iâve spoilt you, havenât i? seems like iâll have to teach you a lesson.â
your knees can barely hold you up at this point, with yet another rough thrust into your wet cunt, a soft thwop thwop thwop heard from the storage room. he covers your mouth with his hand, uttering pure filth into your ears, âcanât even keep your voice downâŚdo you want the others to hear how well i fuck you?â, you shake your head, whining and mewling against his soft palm, eyes rolling back from the pleasure. his thrusts pick up the pace, signalling his own orgasm. âmineâŚminemineminemine..â, he moans, biting down on your neck to keep himself quiet as his cum shoots into you, he softly rides out his orgasm, more of his seed leaking from the tip with each humpâŚâletâs go again, shall we?â
THOMA.
thoma is still surprisingly nice even when he is jealous, but boy he gets freakkyyyyy; kissing you softly as he blindfolds you, laying you on your tummy as he grinds his long thick cock against your ass, smearing his pre cum against your skin, âmâso hard for you, wanna fuck you..wanna show you much i love youâ. and god does he prove his adoration for you.
youâve already orgasmed yet he keeps fucking into that tight hole of yours, shamelessly bending down to your ear and moaning out, your juices making a sloppy mess and he can already begin to see the ring of cream forming at his base. when you cry and mewl, when you keep telling him your sensitive, he just keeps mindlessly rutting into you, whimpering soft apologies, âm-mâsorryâŚmâsorryâ i-i know youâre s-sensitive you just feelâ anghh~ s-so good, good girl..â, he gets lost in the pleasure, cumming into you again and again, using you for his own satisfaction, his brain registers that he, himself, is also extremely sensitive but his hips donât know when to stop, his heart yearns to breed you, to make sure by the time youâre done; his cum leaks out of your cute cuntâŚ.thomaaaa <333
KAVEH.
ohh kaveh, sweet sweet kaveh whoâs just lost his temper with you, heâs just gotten this overwhelming urge to just fuck you so hard, i mean itâs only natural right? he just wants to have you dumb on his cock, thatâs normalâŚright?? but alas who are you to deny him? what was meant to be a fluffy cuddle session turned into full blown sexâŚ
you shift slightly, pulling the blankets off you; it was getting way too hot, especially with how youâve been sitting on kavehs cock for the past 40 minutes, ass cheeks red from his spanking. i mean honestly why was he being so rude? each time you asked him if you could move, âzip it will you? i know you like this, youâve been twitching around me the whole timeâ, he teases with another spank, thrusting up just slightly; small tuft of hair tickling your clit. then after 20 minutes he sighs, âride me like a good slut eh?â, and with shaky arms you grip his shoulders as support and start bouncing on his cock, ass slapping against his thighsâ his dick reaches so deep when you ride him like this; you moan out as your back arches, calling out his name again and again..kaveh!..kaveh!~ he wonât deny how much this turns him on but eventually your pace doesnât satisfy him, so he grabs you by the hips and flips you over onto your back, absolutely railing you, a pace that youâve never experienced; you didnât even know he had this side to him! and honestlyâŚit was really hot.
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Yandere Class 1-A X Reader â { PART 2 }: Weâve Got Company~
(Description: Titles are hard, okay? Please donât shame me for how cheesy it is because I know it's corny LOL. But I make up for it with decent writing! I POPPED OFF with some of these parts.
We all know this by now, but itâs safe to say (Y/N) is too trusting of EVERYONE. The amount of people I keep making them blindly and wholly give their faith to isâŚconcerning. I know you guys probably want them to fight back more, but itâs hard when I havenât labeled them with a specified Quirk. I wanted to leave it up to you guys to give them the attributes they have in your minds without spoon-feeding you every single choice (Y/N) makes. Sooooo, it suffers a little bit with the repetitiveness of this constant back and forth getting pulled every which way. Itâs also difficult when there are so many characters to cover.
I am not complaining about it though! I am extremely proud of this story and am very happy with the outcome. I just hope you guys love it as much as I do. Plusss, itâs kinda nice to imagine being a princess stolen away at every opportunity by handsome/gorgeous suitors teehee!)
Fanfiction Lingo
(Y/N) - Your Name
(L/N) - Last Name
(N/N) - Nickname
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âNormal speech.â
âInner thoughts.â
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Original Concept - [Mommabeanâs OG Story] â Here
Part I - [My first addition] â Here
Part II â Youâre here!
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Reader Gender: Gender Neutral (They/Them)
Style of Story: Sequel Oneshot // This story is a continuation of Mommaâs Yandere Class 1-A Purge short story. I have written a previous part to this, so please check it out to understand what is happening!; Yandere Purge! If you donât know what that is, go take a look at @yanderemommabeanâs original works of it on her page, all is explained there; Many of MHAâs adults are included here, but I donât want to spoil who exactly is in the story, so that is all you get so far~!
Word Count: 24K
WARNING(s): Swearing; physical fighting and threats (threats arenât made at (Y/N), nor are they hurt beyond bruising); there is a brief mention of rape and sexual assaultâit is not gone into heavily or in detail, but you need to know it is there; mental and emotional manipulation to the reader; bending of MHAâs storyline and the events currently happening (mainly regarding the setting, timeline, and peopleâs aliveness LMAO) to fit (Y/N) into the story but bear with me; some unrealistic interactions are going to happen in this fic because to get everyone together in a setting like this is near impossible; All of Class 1-Aâs students are aged up to third years & everyone is 18 or older // I AM WRITING THEM AS IF THEY ARE IN CLASS 3-A NOW FYI!
[PLEASE NOTE: I DO NOT SUPPORT YANDERE TENDENCIES IN REAL LIFE!!! Do not confuse my writing this subject as encouraging it, there is a difference between reading/writing yandere stories V.S real-life situations. Please, if someone in your life is behaving like a character(s) in this story (i.e. obsessive, possessive, controlling, abusive, psychotic, sociopathic, LIKE A WACKADOO, etc.) get immediate help! That behavior in the real world is not romantic, sweet, or NORMAL! Stay aware, stay safe.]
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Unable to leave without one final gloat, Shinsou turns back to smirk at the students, âAll of you were wrong earlier, by the way. Itâs me, dumbasses.â
Suddenly, a cocky voice chuckles from behind the mind-controlling boy, âI wouldnât be too sure about that, kid~...â
As reluctant as Shinsou is to say this, a tiny shiver runs down his back. Coming from the busted-up entrance of the gymnasium, Aizawaâs voice rings out like a bell. Your current threat swivels around to face the intruder. Even though his recognizable voice is a dead giveaway, seeing him actually standing there in the rubble draws a sigh of relief out of you. You donât know whether to cry, smile, or scream for his help; either way, itâs just a nice change of pace to see his usual disheveled appearance and relaxed stature. At least something has remained consistent on this hellish evening.
Though, something sensible clicks in your mind. Thinking back on all the strong-willed friends you lost in the fight against this disease, you realize thereâs a strong chance that even your own teacher has fallen victim to its siren call. As much as youâd like to go running into his comforting embrace and wail about how horribly your classmates have been treating you the past few hours, you bite your tongue and stay complacent in Hitoshiâs arms. Not like you could voice many of your concerns with the makeshift gag still sat across your mouth.
âDamn,â Shinsou mutters to himself before perking up to meet his instructor's eye with a devious glint in his eye, âMr. Aizawa. Good to seeâ,â Before the boy could finish his greeting, the stoic hero held up his hand, his palm facing Shinsou.
âSave the pleasantries. Youâd think after all these years of one-on-one training youâd realize I can read you like an open book. Your expressions continue to give your intentions away too easily. So cut the crap.â Shinsou's false smile drops quicker than it appeared. Aizawa leisurely waltzes into the room, closing in on the both of you.
Aizawa continues his analysis with a sigh, âAnd I wouldnât try that little gimmick with me. Iâm not like my students over there,â he vaguely points behind the two of you to the group.
âIâm your mentor. All the tricks you have up your sleeve are hardly even interesting choices to me anymore. I should know, I taught them all to you, after all.â He chuckled to himself.
âDid you come here just to nag my ear off about how youâre so much better than me, or because you have something actually important to say? âCause, if it's the former, I canât stay and chat. Iâve got some pretty precious cargo in my hands at the moment.â Shinsou brags, hoisting you further up into his arms, forcing a garbled complaint from you.
âWatch your tone, brat.â Aizawa glares at the snarky comeback his student possessed. Hm. So, Hitoshi thinks heâs hot shit because he won against a handful of decently strong opponents? Well, thatâs just fine. Heâs used to putting cocky bastards in their place.
âIâve come to offer you a deal of sorts. We can either speak about it rationally, or,â he shines a leering grin, âI can use my quirk on you, and you can say goodbye to the hold you have over your classmates right now. How do you think youâd fare against 19 pissed-off pro heroes?â This time, you can actually feel Shinsou shutter at the sinister tone your teacher leans into. His reaction makes sense. The idea of irrational, infected, superhuman, edgy teens hunting you down fighting isnât a pleasant one. Not just one of them either, a whole damn fleet of them. Youâd be shaking in your boots too.
âSince Iâm nice, Iâll let you decide,â Aizawa has a bored look on his face again as he runs a hand through the inky mop of hair atop his head. A few seconds lurch by before Shinsou caves.
âFine, old-timer. Iâll hear you out.â Shinsou reluctantly agrees. He knows he could take on a few of them at once in combat, but as soon as the heavy hitters join the fightâitâll be over. Heâd much rather join forces with his instructor than be betrayed by the greedy moochers residing in his class. Shinsou knows that if some of them had the chance, theyâd steal you with no hesitation or regret. Heâll just have to sit and see what the idea Aizawa wants to propose is.
The two of them walk towards each other. A meeting held face-to-face in the middle of the gymnasium.
âI should honestly reprimand you guys for how shittily youâve treated (L/N) this evening. Itâs absurd how ragged youâve been running them. Absolutely unacceptable. Maybe I should even expel the lot of you after the Purge ends.â Wait, Aizawa could see you too? What, is your peril being broadcasted on live television for the world to see or something?!
âHey, donât lump me with those barbarians,â Shinsou pulled back in a look of grievance, âI waited until everything was calm to strike. They were the ones who made (Y/N) run around like a headless chicken.â He tossed his head back to the hypnotized horde.
âHm. Weâll discuss it as a class later.â Aizawa coughs into his fist.
âFine. Now, whatâs this deal youâve thought up?â Shinsou prompts the conversation.
âRight. Itâs aboutâ,â Aizawa is interrupted by his cautious student.
â(Y/N). Am I right?â Shinsou jumps to the conclusion rather abruptly.
Aizawa glares, âDonât interrupt someone while theyâre talking, Shinsou. Itâs rude.â
âBut you did that to me not evâ,â
âDo as I say, not as I do,â Aizawa purposefully cuts him off, âAnd yes. Itâs about them.â
âHmph,â Shinsou narrows his eyes at the mention of you, âwhat do you want with them?â
âNot quite the right question. Change that to more like what can we do for them,â Aizawa twists the words to better fit his narrative.
Intrigued, Hitoshi takes the bait, âWhat do you mean?â
âWhat I mean is I donât want to outright take them from you,â he shifts his weight to the other foot, âI want to make a deal to share them with you.â
Shouta continues, âAoyama and his group had a good idea teaming up with Izukuâs crew. Working together, especially when the stronger piers can aid the weaker links, is a much more productive way of going about things. Thereâs safety in numbers.â Your body freezes up at his words. You connect the dots that he heard, or possibly even saw that whole ordeal. How? Where was he viewing from? Did he watch on a security camera? Itâs a likely theory, the school is littered with them. You thought Denki killed the power earlier with his quirk. Or, with a more chilling idea, was he actually there? Physically in the vicinity? How was he nearby, could hear and see the whole event, and you didnât notice him? Why didnât he help you? Or, at least, intervene? Your mind is muddled with questions, but the two press on with their conversation.
âSharing, huh? Thought you liked working alone.â Shinsou prodded, skeptical of the plan.
âSome missions call for an extra set of hands.â Aizawa cooly replied.
âIâm not sure. Not too big on the idea of letting go of them.â Shinsou pulled your bundled-up form closer to his chest. Itâs like heâs a little kidâred in the face because of frustration, fighting to keep his stuffie all to himself as an adult asks him to share it with the other kids.
âIâm not asking you to fully let go of them, kid. Just enough so I can take care of them too. Theyâre a bit of a handful, as Iâm sure youâve no doubt figured out by now,â you whip your head to scowl at him and heatedly shout muffled curses at him, âHeh. My bad, kitten, but itâs true. The trouble your presence kicks up is a lot to handle, even for a pro.â You feel your face heat up in embarrassment at his words. Not that it wasnât obvious before, but itâs safe to say he is infected as well.
âPlus, what will you do when you canât control the rest of the students? You and I both know that your quirk doesnât last forever, and your control is slowly dwindling away, even as we speak. I could help you fend them off, if it comes to it.â Shouta observed. He has a natural way of being extremely persuasive, doesnât he?
Shinsou isnât exactly thrilled to give you up, heâd much rather stake his claim on you by himself. His company should be more than enough to fill your time! He doesnât want time with you to be shared with others he doesnât approve of. ThoughâŚAizawa isnât exactly untrustworthy. Hitoshi definitely trusts him more than someone as hazardous as Bakugo, or as miserable to be around as Monoma. Heâs a great teacher, even though heâs kind of a hardass. Someone he looks up to. Maybe they could give it a shot? After all, if it doesnât work out, thereâs still plenty of Purge time left for him to find somewhere else to hide and drag you off to when Aizawa isnât looking.
âOkay. Weâll give your idea a go.â Shinsou begrudgingly complied.
âGood choice, kid.â Aizawaâs lips twitch upward into a minuscule grin. Yet again, your own fate is taken away from you as the two of them close in, grasp hands, and shake to signify the agreement.
âOoohhh~! What a touching truce, cuties~,â a sugary-sweet voice curls around the boysâ conversation like a hazy morning fog.
âHuhâ!â Shinsou isnât fast enough to react to the intruder as he feels all his senses numb. A dreadfully sweet smell, the same kind of sugary tang that was laced throughout the womanâs voice, invades his nose. It should be disgusting, it should make him sick to his stomach, but the candied scent is nothing short of divine. Itâs like nothing he's ever smelled before. It honestly makes him want to inhale more. Which is an action he subconsciously commits, sealing his fate. Shinsouâs legs grow wobbly as he starts to lose feeling all over his body. As unpleasant as he wants it to feel, as he begs it to feel, all he can recognize is a cozy warmth clouding his better judgment. Through the mental and physical struggle, he remembers youâre still sitting prettily in his swiftly weakening arms. He panics, afraid heâs going to, or that he has already dropped you. He glances down.
WellâŚyou used to be there. Youâre not anymore.
Shinsou groans, crashing to his knees. He scans the surrounding floor, looking for any trace of you, but youâre nowhere to be found. Good news is he didnât drop you like an idiot. Bad news is someone else has their disgusting hands all over you. That thought makes him want to pick off his own flesh cell by cell, but thereâs nothing he can do except lay on the ground and reluctantly drift in and out of consciousness.
âToo bad youâre not as lovely as our sweetheart here. Otherwise, youâd be my plaything too~,â the woman giggles, âBut, oh well. Pleasant dream, honey~,â she coos at the purple-haired boy. Youâre beyond floored at how quickly Shinsou was subdued, considering the quick work he made of the other students. Curious as ever, you shot your head back and forth to identify who stole the show this time.
The owner of the saccharine voice turned out to be none other than Midnight, your art history and overly-sexual pro hero mentor. She giggles to herself, watching her prey twitch and squirm in retaliation against her quirk on the floor, âWhile struggling normally is my favorite part of the foreplay, I wouldnât advise it this time, dear~. Somnambulist isnât easy to win against. Itâs a much more potent sleep agent than your little quirk could ever dream of being.â
âLove that energy, Midnight! Smooth work,â a boisterous voice slices through your eardrums. You cringe at the volume, recognizing that borderline shriek. The person who is now capturing your body is Present Mic! What the hell are all three of your teachers doing here?! Shouldnât they be like normal people and hide from the Purge?
As if reading your mind, Aizawa coughs to grab his coworkersâ attention, âThat was completely unnecessary of you two. A little excessive too. I told you both I could handle the situation on my own. Whatâre you doing here?â
âJeez! So cold!â Micâs voice danced up and down in pitch, âDonât be so frosty with us, Eraser! We just wanted to help!â
âYes,â Midnight purred, the click click of her skyscraper-length stilettos stabbing the shellacked ground echoed across the rubble-covered floor, âyou think us so shallow! You act as if we thought you couldnât take care of this, dear. All we believed was itâs nice to have some support on the field, yes~?â
Aizawa, always as sharp as a knife, caught onto their plan effortlessly, âYou two just couldnât wait to get your grubby hands on them, could you?â The two opposing teachers choked on the air in their lungs as he saw through their lies. They fumbled the next few words that streamed out of their mouths, trying desperately through the stutters to justify their cause and deter his wit.
âI see. HmmâŚwhatever. Either way, you two never fail to overdo it,â Aizawa grumbles to himself, his chin sinking further into the comfort of his scarf, âI guess Iâll need some assistance dealing with the rest of my students over there. They wonât remain hypnotized for much longer now that Shinsouâs downâIâd rather not have to start a physical fight when thereâs no need.â
âOooh~,â Midnight purred, slinking over to the slowly reawakening crowd, âleave this to me, loves~!â The woman proceeded to unleash another plum of her drunkening quirk right as the class snapped out of their haze. You watched as they fell one by one to the floor in sudden exhaustion. Even the strong-willed one couldnât escape the fate of her noxious gas, dropping limply to the floor in a dreamless slumber.
âAww, theyâre so sweet when theyâre not getting in our way.â Mic snickered.
âMic. Watch it,â Aizawaâs laid-back indifference swiftly shifted into his scary steely gaze as he warned his rambunctious coworker to stop his prattling.
âWhaaaat~??? You gotta admit, your hooligans sure made our night a lot harder!â Hizashi pouted in frustration.
âWhen am I gonna catch a break from theseâŚtheseâŚwait. WhatâŚtheâŚ,â your thoughts slowly lose their path in your head, your mind-numbing and slipping away from coherent ideas. Your limbs feel like the thickest cement in the world when you try to move them. Itâs too tough, too much workâand sleeping sounds like a fantastic idea. Youâre just so tired. You start to heave for oxygen as if your lungs can never get enough air inside of them. Youâre trying so hard to stay awake because you know in the back of your brain as delicious as stopping your fighting to rest sounds, something doesnât feel right. You canât remember why. Eventually, it becomes too difficult to keep your head up on your own, so you rest it against Micâs open shoulder.
Hizashi immediately stops bickering against the stoic man in front of him as he feels your head plop onto his shoulder. Now that his attention is drawn back to you, he realizes you werenât squirming around as much as heâd expected you to. He knows even past the lingering virus flooding his veins you wouldnât give in to their advances so easilyâas nice as that would have beenâso he devotes all his attention to your slumped frame.
âHey, you alright, doll?â he cranes his head down to catch your unfocused eyes. He jostles the shoulder you were resting on a bit, trying to reel you back from wherever your mind had floated off to, and that seemed to help a little. You tried to talk, but the gag prevented any words from coming out. Catching the barrier, he beckoned his partner in crime over with a quick tilt of his head and a quiet, âHelp me get this thing off their mouth, Shouta.â
Without hesitation, your concerned homeroom teacher stepped over and peeled off the tape as gently as he could. Your mouth now freed, you let out an unconscious whine of relief, showing a small bit of happiness at having some bit of freedom back.
âWhat did you say, sweets?â Mic pressed yet again.
âMmhnâŚIâŚuhmâŚmmmâŚnnh,â you mindlessly babbled in a soft voice.
âCome on, (Y/N). How do you feel right now?â Aizawa coaxed, his worry over you hiking higher at your unresponsiveness.
âHmmmâŚjustâŚtiredâŚI thinkâŚmnnn,â Your eyes couldnât stay open. They opted to flutter close every time no matter how much Mic shimmed around in an attempt to keep you conscious.
âTired. HizashiâMidnightâs quirk.â Aizawa said as he caught Hizashiâs fear-filled gaze. Both of their anxiety floated back down at the deduction. You mustâve breathed in too much of the secondhand smoke of the pro heroâs quirk. After all, it is quite potent against those who havenât experienced it much before. Micâs jostling changed into more of a rocking motion, trying to lull you further into that blissful rest.
âOhhhh. Honeycakes! Thatâs okayâitâs perfectly fine if you need some rest. Itâs been a tough day for our snuggle bunny,â he uttered, affectionately nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.
âI heard you say my name, Eraser. WhatâsâŚoh!â Midnight stopped her sentence when her eyes fell on you. Then, all she could do was squeal at the sight of your sleepy state. She shoved Aizawa out of the way, bent down to your level, and squeezed herself as close to you as she could. She was giggling and chirping in delight at how âadorableâ and âabsolutely, irresistibly, undeniably cuteâ you were.
âAwwwwhn~~~!!!â her voice curled up in pitch, her fingers smoothing your loose hairs behind your ear and stroking down your warm cheek, âYou are just the sweetest lilâ thing~!! Mommyâs precious angel~. Whatâs happened, Zashi?â Midnight tilted her gaze up to the blond for an explanation.
He grinned, âJust breathed too much of your quirk in, sâall.â
Midnight loftily snickered, âI see. Glad we were here to take care of them!â In all honesty, sheâs beyond pleased that out of any one of her coworkers, her quirk affected you the most. In a way, she saw that as she had the most influence on youâor, in other words, the most power over you. In her eyes, she saw it as you giving yourself to her. Willingly and unafraid. Midnightâs heart is cartwheeling and running laps because she sees this as you caring about her so much that youâd serve her in such a magnificent way. She could eat you up and still be searching for seconds. Youâre just perfect for her in every way, shape, and form. Aizawaâs nagging drags her out of her less than innocent desires over you filling her head.
âYou need to be more careful about how much of your quirk you release in the future, Midnight.â Aizawa scolds, but scorn is practically nonexistent in his voice. Itâs hard to be angry at the effects youâve been put under when the outcome makes you look so helplessly cute. Heâd never admit it, but heâs envious of her quirk, when it can turn you so easily into this version of yourself. The dilated, doe-eyed look your eyes hold as they drift up to see him makes the words die a little in his throat. Perhaps the lecture he was going to give her can wait a little.
âAhh, I will, Eraserhead. But first, we should head off for that safe spot we arranged with the others.â Midnight commented towards the men while still keening over your dopey state.
âWâŚWait,â you grumbled out in a meek voice, ânooâŚno. I d-donâtâŚ,â your words fell off into babbling mumbles again. It was torture to try and evade her quirkâs effects like this, but you were steadfast in wanting to fight. To flee their unwanted embrace and be alone. But all they did was coo at your brave efforts. Oh, they knew just the perfect things to say to make you feel like you were a mere baby to them. How inadvertently insulting.
âSsh shh shh~. Awh, I know, honey~. You just feel so tired~,â Midnight sang in a baby-talk tone of voice, brushing the top of your head with the palm of her hand. It was weird, you couldnât figure out if she saw you as her child or prey. Maybe both. That scares you. Maybe you donât want to find out any more.
âDonât worry, sweetie! Weâve got you,â though less scary than the woman currently pinning you, Micâs mischievous lilt of tone didnât skate by your observative nature. His eyes seemâŚdarker than when youâd looked at them during one of his happy-go-lucky lectures. Like he was hiding the truth of his words behind a cobweb-like veil of deceit. In fact, Mic was resembling a conniving spiderâwhich made you the ditzy butterfly falling for his web of a trap.
Lethargic and thoroughly worn out from both her quirk and all the running youâve done, you finally give up. Your body feels warm and tingly, making sleep all the easier to give in to. As darkness flooded your vision and your consciousness finally dove away, Aizawaâs voice filled your ears, âSee you soon, (Y/N).â
~ Timeskip ~
Sick. Thatâs all you felt as the darkness that consumed your thoughts and vision slowly faded. Sick to your stomach. Aching all over. You felt like you were a flimsy shirt thrown into a clothes dryer and left to spin over and over again for three cycles too long.
You tilted your head a bit and promptly groaned at the wave of nausea that swamped your brain. Such a subtle movement caused your whole world to crash sideways into an abysmal painscape. It was like you were zipping around on the shittiest, most rickety roller coaster youâd ever rode. You wanted nothing more than to get off.
All this to sayâow. What the fuck, brain? Why do you hurt me so? Thatâs all your mind could conjure up at the momentâinsults to your own organsâbecause it hurts too much to think rationally. That was one hell of a shitty rest. It has to be one of the top five worst naps youâve ever taken. Youâll have to whine about it to Denki after class today, maybe youâll get some sympathy candy for your brave efforts. DenkiâŚwhy does it feel like something important happened that he was a part of? HmmâŚyou canât put your finger on it right now. Everythingâs too drowsy at the moment for logic to be considered. Your eyes are still begrudgingly shut as you twist your torso around, trying to get comfortable again.
Thatâs the moment you started to become more aware of the outside world around you. Noises of chatter hung in the air like a nagging mosquito. The more you paid attention to the continuous sounds, the more irritating they became. Who was talking so damn much, and why were they making it your problem? Couldnât they see you were a sick person in need of some goddamn peace and quiet? But, thatâs just Class 3-A life, you suppose. None of them ever know when to shut the fuck up. Well, this time, theyâd learn! Theyâd get a piece of your âhungoverâ mind.
âOiâŚ,â you grunted out, a snarl vehemently leaking into your tone, âCanât you guys pipe down?! Iâm sorta in the middle of trying to sleep off a nasty headache.â
Maybe your words stung the culprits a bit too much as you heard the room slow to a deathlike silence. No blistering insults were flung back at you from the resident hellhound of Class 3-A Bakugou, no chortles from the jokesters of the bunch, no profuse apologies from the worrywartsânothing. JustâŚsilence. I mean, you guess thatâs the result you wanted; but the tense atmosphere you created is rapidly making you regret your flippant decision.
The encroaching fear made your mind real back to the very moment you woke up. You began rational plotting out the questions that swarmed your mind like hornets to their nest. Wait, where were you again? What time is it? Why do you feel so ill? Why canât your brain remember what the date is? Something really important was happening before you passed out related to timeâŚpassed out. Hold onâthatâs right, you passed out!
What the fuck.
You passed out due to whatânoâŚdue to who?
Unease finally getting the better of you, you peeped up again, but presenting a much meeker tone this time, âU-UmâŚguys? Look, IâmâŚGod, Iâm sorry for lashing out. I justâmy head hurts like hell, Iâm sore all over my everywhere, and I donât know whatâsâhaannhhâŚow, ow, ouch.â As you spewed out the poorly constructed apology, you steadily sat up from whatever hard surface youâd been resting on. The stiff rest stop made you all that more unnerved; it sort of felt like you were on a metal autopsy table. Cold and jarring. As if you were a poor little frog being dissected for all the insatiably curious students to see. It made you want to be swallowed whole by the floor just to escape the distress of the situation. God damnit, why is it still so hard to open your eyes?! They felt like the heaviest slab of lead welded over your eyelids. You forced them open.
Overlooking the blurriness of your vision, you could immediately tell by the general shape of the people standing in front of you that you werenât in the presence of your beloved classmates like you thought you were.
There were multiple people in the darkened room, all with varying heights and sizes. There werenât twenty people like how many there are in your class; their numbers were closer to ten or so. Plus, the colors of their outfits didnât match with your friendsâ hero suits youâd come to be extremely familiar with. However, you did recognize the colors and remembered who they belonged to. The answer chilled you to the bone.
You didnât speak up again in the presence of most, if not all of, your mentors. Yes, your mentors. The adults you interacted with practically every day; who taught you every tactic you knew, who helped you to become a capable hero in the pro world. In fact, you didnât just not talk, you slumped into yourself a bit. You were afraid. Scratch thatâyou were beyond afraid. Youâd seen, and fought, firsthand against their wrath before. Youâve watched their fights broadcasted on the television, through shaky personally caught videos on the Internet posted by petrified civilians. Youâve worked alongside a few of them through missions and treacherous situations. Hell, you actually battle against one for the right to earn your hero license! That was a tough day, but youâd made it by the skin of your teethâmore than likely only winning because of the unimaginably heavy weights that shackled them as handicaps. In short, they were barbaric beasts on the field. NowâŚyouâre face-to-face with their rage.
Letâs all send a brief prayer for yourself. Maybe your death will be swift and your afterlife pleasant if you beg hard enough.
âMy, my, my~,â a sultry voice sang in your right ear, making you shriek at the intrusion of your personal bubble, âsuch a naughty-mouthed little pet~! Tell me, what brute taught you to speak to your superiors in such a disrespectful way?â It was Midnight again. She was always one to breach your boundaries, whether you wanted her to or not.
She cupped your jaw with one of her hands, pinching and squeezing your gooey cheeks with the other for her pleasure, âOoooh, precious! Howâs your whittle head~?â she cooed while smushing. She wiped away a small bit of drool that slipped from the corner of your mouth, making you feel that much more like a ditzy baby. The way she played with you really did remind you of a child messing around with a delicious treat of springy mochi. Perhaps that was what you were to the ravenous woman, a delicacy to be devoured whole. You shivered in fear again.
Another person from across the room let out a high-pitched whistle, one that indicated astonishment or feeling impressed, âWow! Bratâs got some spunk to âem! Good to know they havenât switched up since we last spoke.â You werenât as familiar with that voice as you were with your homeroom teachers, but it did strike a chord in your memory. Their youthful cheer didnât resemble the dread-filled boredom Aizawaâs held, but they didnât sound crude enough to be another student. Your vision clearing further was the only thing that gave their mystery identity away. It was Power Loader! It feels like forever since the two of you even acknowledged one another. Either way, heâs here now and fully decked out in his hero gear. The heavy equipment gave you a unique foreboding feeling that his abilities werenât just all that meets the eye.
âMidnight, step aside, please.â A mellow voice takes control of the conversation. Midnight looks over her shoulder in disdain, as if the very notion of her being politely asked to leave your side is the most disrespectful thing someone could have asked her to do, but it seems that whoever popped the question meant real business. She stepped aside with a huff of frustration, mumbling under her breath curses, and something along the lines of âthe gallâ.
Once she moved, the requester hopped onto the table where you sat. They pushed into your personal space as well. You opted to lean back as much as the encroacher would allow you. From the astronaut-resembling helmet that donned their head and the puffy jacket they wore, you came to the obvious conclusion that this was 13, another member of the faculty here at UA.
She moved your headâleft to right, up and down, and in a full circle. She checked all around the front of your body, and basically anywhere that you allowed her to get close to. 13 looked back deeply into your eyes before twisting back to face the bunch, âThey donât appear to be physically hurt on the outside. No scrapes, cuts, sprains, or anything broken. All that I could really deduct was their dilated pupils, meaning the effects of Somnambulist are still present,â 13 whirled forward to you, âFeeling at all hazy, woozy, or tired, (Y/N)?â
You simply stared back at the expressionless black mask 13 wore. You didnât know what to sayâhalf because you were uncomfortable at how close she was, and half because you were still bracing yourself to get your ass beat by the less merciful of the teachers. Your mind is drawing to blanks as youâre frozen with your jaw left hanging open.
â(Y/N)?â 13 snaps her fingers in front of your face, semi-dragging you out of your tizzy, âHello? How are you feeling, dear?â
Ignoring the uncalled-for nickname, you wobbled your head about to snap out of whatever stupor you were stuck in, âAaaahâŚumâŚgood. I think. StillâŚvisionâs still a bit blurry, headâs kinda fuzzy, but itâs okay. I canât really feel my legs yet, I guess.â You tried kicking your feet back and forth, and while you could see them sway, you didnât feel the sensation of your tendons pulling the limbs.
âAlright, thatâs okay.â 13 dismounts the desk to face the crowd, âTheyâll be fine. Just give their system time to recover from the grogginess. Next time, Midnight, go easier with how much of your toxins you release! They couldâve gotten severely hurt if they inhaled too much.â 13 scolds the tall woman.
Midnight scoffs, âUgh! Why, I would never intentionally hurt my love bug like that! I swear, you act like I havenât been controlling my quirk for my whole life!â
âMidnight, we have to set an example for our students, and lying isnât how we do that. You should acknowledge you do go overboard sometimes,â craggy words tumbled through Midnightâs attempt to save her ass. Off to her side is the stony fortress of a hero, Cementoss, the one who spoke against her. While he is a man (or is he a rock? Youâre not too sure even after all these years being a student under him) of few words, he does have the occasional snarky comeback in his vocabulary when he isnât prattling off haikus and other unheard of analogies for lifeâs troubles you havenât heard before. Youâre pretty sure that half of what he says is made up on the spot, and youâve occasionally tested how far you could push his knowledge before by asking him tough questions like âWhat is the meaning of life?â or âHow did the universe come into being?â.
Before Midnight could pulverize the stone man into pebbles, the final guest you could see hanging in the back of the room piped up, âCan we please stop fumbling around like nimrods and get back to the matter at hand?â Inky, sludgy, and methodical in his dialect, it was no shock that its owner was the shadowy hero known to you as Ectoplasm. Youâd interacted with him even less than the others, but you werenât oblivious to his strength. Youâd seen the fight between Tsu and Tokoyami against this predator, and you are happy to admit that he wasnât your enemy on the field that day.
After briefly scanning the room once more, it seemed that everyone who was there had spoken up. Well, except for Aizawa and Present Mic, they seemed to be having a private conversation with themselves. Glances they threw in your direction, no matter how embarrassingly obvious Mic was being or the tenuousness of Aizawaâs, made it hard to ignore their scalding stares. It was borderline disturbing to see Mic so stationary. You wished heâd stop freaking you out and start yelling in your face like he always does. At least that would be one thing that hadnât changed with the Purge.
âPrecisely. Where were we? Please remind us, Ectoplasm.â Cementoss, equally over the distractions going on, encouraged the conversation forward.
âWe were talking about our options. What to do for the rest of the Purge. How to proceed with the plan.â he spoke as if it was the most obvious thing that could have been explained. Plan? What plan was he talking about?
ââListen, weâve gone âround and âround with these ideas for over an hour now,â HUH?!?! EXCUSE YOU, BUT WHAT DID HE SAY?! There was no time to stop their conversation to ask if Power Loader was or wasnât exaggerating the time that had passed as he pushed on, âWhy canât we just go? Iâm starting to get claustrophobic in this room.â
âWhat, and storm out here with no strategy? Yeah, thatâs the best idea weâve heard tonight.â Aizawa finally tossed his opinion into the ring andâsurprise, surpriseâitâs another gripe.
âWe do have a planâand a solid one at that! I just said itâs all weâve been discussing ever since we stepped foot into this bloody room!â Power accused.
âNo,â 13 cut in, âthe plan youâre talking about is the one weâve fine-tuned to get out of the school. What Eraserâs referring to is what weâre going to do once we leave the school grounds.â She stepped over to you while giving her speech and wipes your face down with a damp, cool towel. Youâre not sure where she dispensed it from, but you supposed that since she specializes in search and rescue missions, sheâs bound to have supplies of the like to help in stressful situations built into her hero suit.
âEasy! We run and gun our way out until we find a safe spot! A simply perfect plan. Okay? Letâs go.â Power said with finality.
âFor being a seasoned pro, youâre much too antsy. Youâre rushing this operation. If you keep sprinting through the important discussions, there will be major consequences.â Cementoss threatened. Power scoffed at the manâs slightly pretentious behavior.
âThink about it,â 13 tried to reason, âThere are hundreds of pro heroes out there. Half infected, half notâgive or take a handful. For however many pros around out there, there are at least six times as many civilians out there who are either running for their freedom or others who are trying to take that from their darlings. It is too risky to bring them out into a world like that.â Them? Hold on, do they mean you?! No way in hell are you being taken out into the shit storm that the big city has become! Youâve seen how the Purge demolishes the city in years prior. You saw what the news predicted it would be like tonight. Chaos. Pure chaos filled with dangerous, virus-infected people and villains simply trashing the place because they are able. You came into the school to seek shelter in one of the safe rooms to avoid the city, and they want to bring you into it? They canât do this to you! Have they completely lost it?
Well, you knew that much, but still!
âHeâs right, though,â Present Mic finally spoke up from his unusual voicelessness, âWe canât stay here all night waiting for some miracle to spring up. Weâve gotta take some action.â His shoulders buckled inward to show his agitation.
âAnd no one is saying that we will stay, Mic.â Cementâs sensible attitude never fails to shine through the stress of a tough discussion.
âBut you are saying that. You know itâŚbecause youâre afraid. We all are afraid.â Mic grabbed everyone's attention because of how softly his words came out.
âI mean, we all know who exactly is out there,â Mic somberly stood and walked over to your side. You wanted to shimmy away from how close he got, but you chose to sit still to hear what else he had to say, âItâs not an if or maybe situationâhe is looking for them. Maybe staying in the school has some perks. At least here he canât get to them without breaking down a few thick walls.â At Micâs dreadful outlook, everyoneâs prepared responses fell into stifling silence. Who is he talking about? Why do you feel a shiver scaling up your spine at the faceless adversary? All this anticipation is going to make you go insane for real this time.
âItâs true. But UA isnât safe either. Weâre not alone and we arenât the only ones in this building whoâre interested in them. Those confounding kids of yours are still around, Aizawa.â Ectoplasm countered. Finally finding the place in the conversation where you can speak, you took your chance.
âAre you talking about the rest of my class?â you breathed out. The teachers spun their heads to give you their full attention. It creeped you outâtheir devotion to hearing you speak as if it was gospelâbut you guess this virus is handy when you need to grab the attention of a bustling room.
âGlad you can still find your voice, sweets.â Mic praised you with a gentle pat on the top of your head. A total switch up from his gloomy personality just prior.
âAnd, yes, we are.â Ectoplasm sighed, sending one of his clones to your side. The clone didnât do much except lay their hand on your head and brush your hair back, âThey've proven to be quiteâŚdriven in their resolve to keep you by their sides.â
âMeaning theyâre being a real pain in ourâ,â Micâs interrupted by Aizawaâs scarf strangling the bottom half of his face to cease the loud manâs babbling.
âHmmn, you guys take everything so personally,â Midnight bemoaned, propping her spike-heeled shoes against the side of one of the many desks around, âthe children are just playing together, âis all! In fact, theyâre making this night much more fun for me hehe~.â You cringed, and the only word running through your mind was âcreepy.â
âYes. Be kind, Mic. They havenât been a bother for some time now.â Cementoss spoke with a grateful tone of voice.
âWell, itâs no wonder they havenât been.â Power Loader huffed while resting his body back onto a nearby table.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked. You shifted up further to give the conversation your full attention. Once you were up, a slight tightness on your wrists captured your distracted brain. You glanced down and saw binding on your wrists. They were bound with tape. TapeâŚoh! Thatâs right! You were taped up by Sero before this shit show happened! You scanned your body up and down and didnât see any of his tape around anything but your hands. Itâs gone from your mouth too since you can speak to the teachers. You guess youâre thankful that they at least gave you the freedom to wiggle your legs around. Nonetheless, youâre still unforgivable-level mad at them for being dicks and holding you hostage.
âHe means that ever since Shinsou caught them under his hypnosis, and Midnight leaked her Somnambulist to put them under, theyâve been sound asleep in the gymnasium.â Ectoplasmâs words curl up like a snake wrapping around its helpless prey. You feel less comforted by Ectoâs clone lovingly stroking your head now. That means no one else has been looking for you ever since Aizawa, Mic, and Midnight took you. Goody gumdrops.
âYeaâ,â a new, twangy voice plucks into the conversation, âand it seems they ainât rearinâ up again for some time.â It echoed from the entrance of the room a few feet ahead of your spot by the windows, so you craned your neck to the side to see past the teachers blocking the way.
His foreign accent was a big hint, but if there was any confusion as to who exactly was speaking, his masked appearance confirmed his identity. Snipe was perched against the door frame, slacked back against the wooden frame, and bending his knee to rest one of his spurred cowboy boots on the frame as well. Since when did he get there? You donât recall seeing him when you scanned the room earlier. What was even more surprising was that on the other side of the doorframe rested Vlad King, Class 3-Bâs homeroom teacher. You watched him side-eye his coworkers and, opposite to the rest, he stayed silent. Quiet, analytical. You havenât interacted with him as much as you have with the others since heâs not one of your main teachers, but youâre certain from the way he and Aizawa have this sort of one-sided rivalry going on between them that heâs not one to be taken lightly.
âHey, hey, hey,â barked Present Mic, âwhat are you two doing in here? Youâre supposed to be guarding the door!â
âWe decided to come in when we heard you lot yappinâ. Wanted to see if our blossom was alright.â Okay, these corny nicknames were getting to be a little muchâand it was becoming hard to not laugh at them when Snipeâs Western country-ass voice tried to say it so seriously.
âYeah, right. You just wanted to see them.â Power Loader grumbled on his lonesome. Jealous much?
âGreat, the peanut galleryâs all here.â you chuckled to yourself. Honestly, it was a smartass remark that was only meant for your ears to hear, but you shouldâve known better than to mutter in the presence of such high-profile, analytical, pro heroes.
âWatch your tone, (L/N). Iâve taught you better than to speak to your superiors like that.â Aizawaâs steely gaze came to life, an intimidating red glow directly pointed your way. His mop of bushy, black hair billowing up to dangle in midair. It drifted about like a bed of kelp swaying with the brush of the oceanâs currents. All the built-up energy you didnât realize was coursing through your veins came to a staggering halt, The strength permeating your limbs immediately drained. Youâve been under the influence of Aizawaâs quirk before when you were caught in the mix of his frustrations at the pranksters of your class, so this wasnât an unexplored feeling, but it was still jarring to be stripped of all your powers you so flippantly take for granted.
As you looked around, you realized your statement was wrongânot all of the teachers were there. Not apologizing for telling the truth, you continued your comments as though Aizawa had never threatened you, âIxnay thatânot everyone's here. Whereâs the rest of them?â Aizawa sighed and released you from the hold of his power when he realized you were simply ignoring his wrath. Honestly? He tips his hat to you for the response. Avoiding confrontation is sometimes the best course of action.
âHuh? Oh! Ha ha, youâre so clever! We brought it up briefly to the other staff members butâ,â Power Loader had begun, but he was soon interrupted.
âThey either had no interest or were busy with other plans for the Purge.â Vlad finally spoke up from his dark corner. Right, you remember why you donât speak to him all that often. He scared the living shit out of you. At least you can have a somewhat decent conversation with Aizawa. With Vlad King, itâs always cold-shoulders and overdramatic frustration to simple questions you ask him. Those brief few words reeked such deadly poison, as if saying that anyone could ignore you was a crime against humanity. His facial expression showed his irritation, a frown stretching down his worn features and a frustrated crinkle cut between his eyebrows.
âThanks. I was in the middle of getting to that.â Power snarked at the behemoth hero.
âWe asked All Might if he wanted to come along with us,â 13 chirped, âbut he declined as well. We donât know exactly where he is, but heâs around.â
âYeah! Not to mention how he responded! Something like,â Mic made his voice stretch lower into his register with a profound, macho gusto, and a large smileâan All Might smileâgrew on his lips, ""HA HA! I appreciate the offer, friends, but I will be alright on my own! Good luck to you! I am off!â, and ran off to who knows where. Weird!â
âYou guys never let me say the important parts of the stories.â Power scowled to himself.
âGotcha,â you acknowledged the length of explanation, âSoâŚwhat happens now?â you prodded.
âNow,â Midnight coos at a distance that is yet again too close for comfort, âwe get to have fun with you~.â
âWHAT?! Iâm not some class pet. Find a guinea pig somewhere else!â you wriggled away from the dastardly woman.
âEndearing how much control you think you have over the situation,â Aizawa smirked. You hated his comfort in the idea of a fictional complacency, one that was only caused by your own fear of speaking against them, âStop playing naive, (L/N).â
In an effort to distract yourself from his stare, you pressed, âWhatâs the big plan after all this then?â
âAfter what, dearest?â Midnight mused. She reached a hand to your hair and softly massaged your shoulders. Quite done with the games they played, you shook her lingering touches off.
âAfter the Purge is over. What do you plan to do with me?â You wanted to add a sassy âobviouslyâ somewhere in that question, but you held your tongue for now. Weâll see how long that lasts.
âSweetie~, we plan to have you as ours!â Midnight purred, circling around you like a beast going in for the kill. You rolled your eyesâhow vexing can this woman be?
âWow! Thatâs so funny, I forgot to laugh.â You threw out a half-assed pity laugh for the pro. You looked at the other pros for some kind of confirmation that Midnight was just being her usual lofty self, but when no comforting gaze reached your eyes, you felt your grin crumble.
âEhâŚheh. Alright, thatâs how weâre playing this. All the unfunny jokes asideâHell freaking NO am I letting you lot take me anywhere. Iâm not going willingly! I kick, I scream, and I do bite. Iâm feral, bitcâ,â You managed to squirm hard enough that you actually broke away from whoever was holding you the tightest in the ball of limbs. You slid off the glossy table and slunk back a few feet. It was just spacious enough for you to finally get a deep breath in from the overwhelming physical affection but you were nowhere near a safe distance from the psychos of UA.
âWillingly isnât an issue. Plenty of us have quirks that can make you submit easily. Resistance will only produce failure for you. I donât want to be forced to hurt your miniscule feelings.â Vlad gruffed out. He truly reminded you of an English bulldogâgrumpy and hard-headed to the extreme.
âOh, be sweeter, Vlad! Donât scare the poor thing before weâve had our fun.â 13 tried to reason with the ice-cold man.
âI am being sweet.â Vlad defended.
âNo, youâre being a wet blanket,â Mic advised with a casual whistle.
âShut up.â The white-haired man huffed out a pointed wind of air. With tusks as sharp as nails protruding out of his mouth, harsh huffs of breath that escaped his nose, and rising anger visibly seeping from his form, it made the image of him in your mind morph from cute, grumpy bulldog to a ravenous warthog.
âNo, you shut up!â Power Loader lept on the chance to start bickering with Vlad King as he was still irritated at him for stealing his thunder.
âGirls, girls! Youâre both pretty. Now, can we please get back to the much more pleasant person of interest?â Midnight tried to get the boys to back off, but her joke only made them that much more infuriated.
âWhoâre you calling pretty?!â Vlad whipped his head over to the purple-haired sex fiend.
âFix your words, Midnight, or Iâll give you something to be sorry for.â Vlad reared in, sneering at the woman something fierce.
âHere we go,â Aizawa muttered while shrinking further into his tall scarf tower.
âNice one, Nemuri.â Hizashi bumped her with his elbow.
âI apologizeâŚfor you being a whiny BITCH!â You could practically see the overexaggerated sweat drop slip down the rest of the teachersâ heads as the beast of a man went off the rails from Midnightâs claim. He started stomping around, bellowing and nearly tossed a table across the room. You stood there and justâŚwatched the man go from a professional, stoic, respectable instructor to a crybaby throwing the most dangerous tantrum known to mankind.
Guess he didnât appreciate being called pretty.
Would he have preferred gorgeous?
That joke, while absolutely hilarious and should have been told for at least someone to hear its magnificence, you held in your throat so you didnât get bitch slapped by a heavy office chair and receive a one-way ticket, all-expense-paid trip to Godâs doorstep. You used the teacherâs being distracted with trying to calm the raging boarman down as an opportunity to scan for available exits. They were currently blocking the only door in or out, so that way out was an absolute no-go. You looked behind you and saw another door, but it didnât look like it would provide a fruitful escape. By process of elimination, it would most likely be another closet that had no exitâand you DID NOT want to be stuck in one of those again. It was a miracle that the one earlier tonight had one! You do not want to try your luck again with much more threatening opponents in your way.
Inspecting further, there didnât appear to be any other doors around to scamper out of. The last option you had was the large pane windows facing the outside, normally providing you with quite a beautiful birdâs eye view of the city. While it was an escape route, the task of escaping after exiting would be less than ideal. You were currently at least six storeys off of the ground, and you couldnât guarantee that your quirk would save you from that high of a drop. Plus, the roof was still at least a few floors upwards, so you couldnât hang out of the window and easily grab a railing. Not that youâd be sneaky enough to do that without alerting the bickering party of adults in front of you. You werenât sure where else you could turn to avoid a serious temper tantrum.
Shatter.
A window to the side of where you were standing abruptly splintered away. A rush of the chilled night air flooded the room with one thorough sweep. The infiltration was not caused by the window simply breaking due to a strong gust of wind or a tree branch breaking the surface. Noâit turned out to be a rather unwelcome intruder.
âHeyo~,â a certain bombshell blondâs lilting tone filled the thick tension in the boardroom. Your eyes zeroed in on the heroâs iconic ruby-red wings and instantly knew who it was. Hawks! Youâd seen him in the field before from a distance, even captured his attention for long enough to have a brief conversation. A certain twist in your chest wrung out the breath filling your lungs when you thought about his suave nature that day.
You were there with your three main boys the day youâd met Hawks. You had just started working at Endeavorâs agency because of the generous offer provided to you by Todoroki during the Holiday party. It was certainly kind of him to extend his hand to you, and you couldnât have been more grateful. You tackled him in a hug, and you watched obliviously how he nearly short-circuited at the affection. Though the day you all met up to head off, Bakugou had been acting a little salty around Shoto that afternoon after discovering that he had reached out to you too to join them, but you figured it was just usual Bakugou. Always waking up on the angry side of the bed. Izuku didnât have the heart to tell you itâs because none of them wanted to make fools of themselves in front of you. Him especially. You are quite oblivious to the âmore-than-just-friendsâ affection they had for you, but Deku was happy keeping it that way. After a bit, the four of you had settled in together and met Shotoâs father.
No thanks to Bakugouâs âstellarâ introduction with the pro, Endeavor had put his foot down to deny taking on other interns, other than his own son. Thankfully, hero work is never finished, as a villain attacked then and there. All of you sprung into action despite Endeavorâs denial, and that is when you saw it. Or, rather, him. Red spears descending from the sky like Valkyries swooping in to protect the weak. You saw soon enough that these werenât spears, they were feathers. The winged hero, Hawks, aided Endeavor in taking down the crazed terrorizer effortlessly. No hesitancy or mercy. Not so much as a bead of sweat lining his forehead either. After recuperating, you and Izuku practically tackled the man in an effort to meet him.
In the staggeringly casual meeting, he was pleased to say he already knew about you from your close friend, Tokoyami. However, he pretty much overlooked the green-haired puffball as he stuck you down with his unnerving amber pools. Hawks suavely shared that he was especially excited to meet you specifically. Weâre these most likely only sugar-coated words to get your heart racing for the notorious playboy? Rationally, absolutely. His ego knew no boundsâheâd do anything to get the fans swooning for his flippant affections. Yet, you fell for it nonetheless. You hopelessly played the perfect giddy fan as you devoured all his teasing remarks, his infatuation with your quirk, and his cocky winks. A peck of his lips strategically gifted to the back of your hand was given to no doubt solidify a good relationship, but you nearly passed out. You gushed at the attention before, and you probably would again. You were no different from any faces in his crowd of fans that he interacted with. Or so you thought.
He soon took off after meeting with Bakugou and Shoto briefly. Youâd geeked out about the interaction afterwards to the boys. An blatant envy to Hawksâ ease at impressing the masses, you as well now included, made them stumble at their advances. Izuku buried his own jealousy at the hero by directing your attention back to what the rest of the day had planned, and it distracted him from the negative feelings too, thankfully. Shoto had crossed his arms and stood as a silent watcher to walk alongside you. You did catch that he was standing rather close to you. Bakugou only spat insult after insult about the bird brain and the hot-headed waste of a father, hoping that tarnishing the memory of Hawks in your mind would get your mind off of that loser and onto him. He soon cooled off, and became a bodyguard beside you, like Shoto, mumbling to himself about how âpointlessâ it was to chat with the likes of that douche.
You knew that this meeting was no accident. Hopefully, the hero is here to save you from this awful nightmare. Though, he didnât show up alone.
âHawks,â Snipe grumbled a rugged greeting, quite obviously ticked off that the snarky bastard was ruining their sanctuary, âwhatâre you doinâ here?â
âOh, not here for any particular reason. Flyinâ around, stopping to smell the rosesâŚ,â he lolled his head to look right at you, a devilish smirk lining his strikingly handsome face.
âInspecting suspicious activity in the area.â A velvety smooth voice strikes up from behind you. You jump and whip your head to the side to see the culprit. Laying a gentle, yet comforting, grip on your shoulder was the famous Rabbit Hero: Mirko. You hadnât really gotten a chance yet to interact with her in your journey as an aspiring hero. Youâd heard about her competitive nature through various interviews youâd seen her in. Youâd never felt more like prey than now, underneath her sight. Nonetheless, she was even more stunning than the media could convey. Her white locks draped along your shoulder as she peered down over you, the faint scent of lavender and earthy rubble wafting into your senses. Rumiâs piercing blood-tinged irises looked down upon you with a satisfactory expression. The lingering glint of fire locked within her gaze guided you to understand that whatever was driving her on this mission to confront your captors was far from fizzling out.
Youâd heard some about personal interactions with her from Bakugou and Midoriya when they worked with her in the field. Deciphering Bakugouâs turn of phrase youâve come to be fluent in after all these years, you gauged that she wasnât too bad of a coworker. Heâd said she was strong and that she had a kick that was no joke. When Bakugou remembered something about the people he fought alongside, you knew they left some impression on himâgood or bad. He did make a point to reiterate that she only âgets in his wayâ, but he regards everyone that way, so itâs not a huge concern. Midoriya mostly info-dumped about her quirk and every fighting tactic heâd thought up to either aid her or counter her, but you didnât mind his ramblings. Animal-based quirks like hers were always intriguing to learn about, and youâd appreciated him taking the time to tell you all the information heâd drug out of the woman. They both agreed (shockingly) they would like to work with her again.
You asked some of the girls of 3-A what they thought of Mirko before, and were surprised when they all nearly trampled you in their freak-out fangirling over the woman. Hagakure gushed over how much she loved what Mirko was doing for the community of women in the pro hero society. She adored how Mirko showed the world that women werenât just damsels in distress; that the power and strength they hold mentally and physically is one to behold. Mina giddily hugged your arm as she declared the hero gave her confidence to not hide any of her more eccentric or âout-of-the-normâ, as she put it, features. Momo allowed herself to become vulnerable as she shared how Mirko taught her how if others donât have confidence in your abilities you have to be your own advocate. Perfectionism was rampant in the poor girl, and she had such high expectations for herself. Seeing Momo learning to be more gentle with herself was comforting.
 Jiro and Uraraka explained all the ways she really was a fantastic figure for women, not simply aspiring heroes, to look up to. Strong, snarky, never afraid to throw a quick insult or punch to any ignorant when she needed to. Mirko was not known to be a passive presence; she made sure you know exactly what her opinion on any matter is when she gets in your face to tell you it. Since she wasnât attached to an agency, most would think sheâd be an outcast, but theyâd be wrong. The girls told you how she was a lone wolf type, that sheâd rather handle everything her own way. You admired her for that. Mirkoâs belief of not fitting in with the crowd to instead be at the front lines of encouraging others to break the mold society says you should fit is one to be coveted.
âHowâs it going, (Y/N)?â Mirko warmly asked you. You froze when you heard your name fall from her lips. How did she know you? Youâd never met face-to-face before in your life! Sheâs even prettier than the photos snapped by her paparazzi could try to convey.
âAre these guys giving you any trouble~?â Hawks ruffled your hair as he sprouted up next to you like a daisy in a sunny meadow. You felt your face heat up at their actions, not getting used to the unwavering attention of such prestigious members of the Hero Agencies. Also, theyâre two of the most gorgeous people in all of Japan. Even a sparse glance in someoneâs direction would be enough to make anyone crumple to their kneesânevermind that theyâre actually addressing you. You were having a hard time standing up on your own, knees wobbly and jittery, your eyes bouncing back and forth between the two in a fumbling manner. All you could think about was not making a total fool of yourself in front of your heroes. Thatâs about when you realized you hadnât responded to them, leaving everyone listening with bated breath at your silence.
You wanted to slap yourself for the silly star-struck reaction, âOh! IâumâŚ,â
âTheyâre fine, thank you very much.â Surprisingly, Cementossâ usual composed tone took a frozen turn. Guess he didnât appreciate the two of them being here. In fact, it looked to be that most of the teachers in that room didnât care much for the pros being present, all of them having a crinkled up forehead and scowles dotting their lips. That, or the frustration is from the broken window. Whoops.
âTheyâd feel more fine if youâd back off.â Vlad King, who had finally calmed down, cautioned the duo. Though heâd cooled off his ramage, you could see the irritated vein popping out underneath his skin, so another outburst was sure to loop back around. Whether it was expressed in a hunched posture, snippy tone, or the expression on their faces; the teachers all agreed on one thing. These two were trouble and had to be escorted away from their darling now.
âYeesh! What a tough crowd, Mirko!â Hawks overdramatically threw the back of his hand over his forehead. He leaned his body backwards, grasping his other hand over his chest where his heart lies, and wailed out in a helpless maiden-like tone. Oh, yeah. You forgot that heâs such a drama queen. Itâs silly, but also somewhat charming, in a way.
âHa! Seems so, Hawks. Hey, chill out, weâre only here to play babysitter, old timer.â Mirko snickered to herself. Hawks joined in her light-hearted teasing with a bright chortle of his own. His laugh formed from a cluster of tiny clicks rattling through his teeth.
â...What was that, little lady?â Vladâs temper was never one to back down as he cracked his knuckles. You felt Mirkoâs hand clasp tighter around your shoulder at Vladâs choice of words. You could tell she wanted to go off on him and rip him to shreds both verbally and physically, but held her tongue. Now was not the time to start a war.
âEh, donât take it so personally, King! She was just pointing out the obvious~,â Hawks egged the man on. Seems to be Hawks didnât agree with the âno warâ idea. You were beginning to get a bit nervous with the prosâ language. You didnât want to be on the receiving end of the boar manâs tantrum, as previously mentioned, so why were they purposefully lighting his fuse?! At least move you out of the way first before digging their own grave! Though, you might get pushed into it with them when you canât dodge their crossfire.
âAnd what is that supposed to mean?â 13 sneered at the shade.
âYouâre allâŚwise from all your experiences,â words posing as carefully chosen by Hawks no doubt fired up the two more.
âBut (Y/N) needs protection from a fresher-faced cast. If you catch our drift~,â Mirko finished for her quick-witted partner.
âThat is why youâre all gathered, right? For the Purge?â Hawks anything but innocently asked the group. Those who werenât lost in their own rage showed a glimpse of hesitation in the answer. Hawks, willing to take a mile from the inch they gave him, ran with their slip-up.
âSo, it is true. Judging by the switch in your behaviors, and from that out of the ordinary hue in your irises, seems to me like this lot caught the illness. Probably from those students bulldozing through the school. Can you believe it, Mirko?â Hawks swiftly closed the little distance between you two by slinging an arm over your shoulders.
âI can. Theyâve been in such close proximity, itâs no wonder they caught it. Iâm just disappointed. Theyâre supposed to protect people like our lovely (Y/N) here from these incidents. Instead, theyâre fueling the catastrophe Hmm. You mustâve been so scared running away from these shit excuses for teachers.â Mirko brought her hand to your cheeks and pinched them together to make your lips pout outward.
âHey! You know thatâs bullâ,â Power Loader barked as he leaned across a nearby table.
âWhat were you sickos planning to do with them, huh? Make them your slave after this night,â Hawks unapologetically interrupted the man, a silence washing over the room at the question being sprung, âForce them to be at your beck and call for everything? Splay their body out to satisfy your needs whenever and wherever you wanted? Disgusting.â Hawks veered his body in front of yours to shield it with one of his huge red wings. The more he talked about what your captors would do to you after the Purge, the more fear reeved up to course through your veins. While thinking about the possibilities of what would happen after the Purge if you were caught, Hawksâ accusations had crossed your mind, but you tried to ignore them earlier. They wouldn'tâŚtheyâd respect your wishes even if youâŚbelonged to them after all this! Theyânot your friends, nor your teachersâwouldnât do those horrible things to you.
And yet, based on everything thatâs happened thus farâŚ
Youâre not sure anymore.
You shrunk into Mirkoâs side deeper, wishing to disappear from the conversation of your fate entirely. You felt her wrap an arm around your waist, and you felt safer with the basically strangers than you had all night long with your long-time partners. You wanted to cry from the relief of finally having somewhere safe to turn. You held the tears back to see where their confrontations would lead.
You felt Mirko lead your stiff body with fleeting strides. She was obviously trying to give you an out, so you went willingly. Just let them do as they please. Anything to get out of this suffocating mess. Hawks caught on to her.
âHow dare you try to make those foolish claims against us,â Aizawa began, rage climbing high in his heart. He reached for his infamous scarf and pulled the end piece out, preparing for his attack. Screw playing nice. Screw relying on others. Fuck letting these idiots walk all over him. The nerve of this flashy waste of space dictating him to be the kind of monster that would take advantage of you. Youâd been in his life for so long now that he hardly even tries to remember the times without you and his other students. So many tough challenges your class has faced, and yet, each hurdle was leapt over with no hesitation. Your entire class had brought him such joy over the years through the sorrow. His kids. However, you and Shinsou undoubtedly claimed the prize to share the number one spot on his favorites list. Youâd been so attentive and caring over him when heâd left you to flounder for air. Late nights powering through boring essays, countless assignments completed only an hour before they were due, the weekend study sessions that almost always turned into game nights or gossiping over snacks that heâd seen you participate in with your other friends. You work so tirelessly to be a good student and attentive friend. That effort wasnât unnoticed by his watchful eye.
There were many more less impactful moments shared that, dare he say, mean even more to him than the death-defying acts youâd survived together. Chats over the positive current life events with him drinking his standard cup of muddy brown coffee and you casually sipping your own beverage. Walks around campus with him, Midoriya, Tokoyami, Ojiro, and you. The sky gleaming a dazzling aqua blue with the sun sparkling overhead, but not in an overwhelming glare. Puffy clouds dancing in the air. A pleasant, flowery breeze twirling past you. One late night in the common room when he was making his last round to make sure everyone was securely in their dorms, he found you sitting on the couch brushing off the aggressive tears slipping down your cheeks.
When heâd made his presence known that night, youâd shot up like a fired bullet off the comfy sofa, scrubbing your puffy eyes in an attempt at covering up the residual cry session. Youâd greeted him warmly with a laughing cough to hide your choked up throat, but he shut down your plan of concealment by hinting that heâd already seen your sadness flowing. That night he sat beside you and talked. Talked about what you were upset about, talked through your doubts, fears, and resentment over how you didnât know what you were going to do now. Gave you a sorrow-filled look when you broke down into a fit of violent sobs again. He even sat with you in a lingering, but reassuring, silence after your sobs faded.
Only then did Aizawa release a sliver of his own castle walls to give you a hug holding as much love as he could spare from his withered and beaten heart. He told you many ways how your class had changed him to be a better man. How you inspired him to keep pushing himself to look ahead to what beauty the future could hold. Aizawa promised you that night that no one was going to abandon you like youâd feared. He promised to always be there for you whenever you needed his support. All he needed was for you to reach out, and heâd claw up any bit of strength he had left to come rescue you like the hero he promised Oboro and Hizashi he would become. Today was no different from back then.
These fakes werenât going to tarnish his cherished memory of that night with you. That night, when youâd smiled back up at him with a wobbly grin and soggy eyes, now glistening with hope from his words, you should have known he wouldnât let some nobodies crush your heart. These wretches didnât stand a chance.
Power Loader cut Aizawa off to continue, âWe would never. Stop trying to scare them like that!â
13, back to her reasonable self, even tried coaxing you, â(Y/N), they are lying. We would never betray you. Now, if youâd please come back hereâ,â
Feeling bolder with allies at your side, you forced your lips to move to stop their rambling lies, âWhy should I believe a single word that comes out of any of your mouths?!â The room fell into stillness. It was as if the whole world had shut itself up to give you the stage to speak your mind.
Fed up and running off of pure adrenaline, you continued, âNone of you have asked for my opinion on anything that has happened tonight. You donât care what I have to say; all you give a shit about is doing whatever the fuck you want to me. You didnât tell me what you were planning. You spied on me, you kidnapped me, and kept me stuck in this hell as your little hostage all night!
âEven if you did care about me, it was only to find out what you could gain from me for your selfish desires.â You downcasted your eyes at their knife-like glares.
Tears welled up and this time you couldnât stop them from dragging down your tired face. You took a shaky breath to fill your deflated lungs, âIâŚI understand this virus hasâŚchanged you. I understand whatever youâre going through isnât easy to fight against. But I donât know. I donât know what is happening to any of you. I donât know what youâre thinking of doing. I justâŚcanât know. Iâm too scared to even try to begin searching for the answer. My classmates have become the same as youâcompletely changed from who they are. Theyâve been hunting me down. And now this thing has taken my teachers too?â Your lips wobbled at the realization of your loss.
âHaâŚitâs like one sick joke the world is playing against me,â an exasperated laugh bled from your vocal chords, âI donât know how itâs making you feel, but I know what it is making you do to me. Youâre scaring me. I donât feel safe. Around any of you. It isnât crazy to consider youâd force me to doâŚother things too.â
You caught Aizawaâs eyes when you looked up. You turned away to save yourself from the heartbreak of his torn expression.
You curled into Hawksâ back, shrouding your emotional husk of a body in his fluffy feathers. You allowed the last few dying words left in your quaking heart to wheeze out, âPlease. Leave me alone. Please.â Whether your teachers were mad at you for speaking against them, or if they wanted to get on their knees and beg for your forgiveness, you had no clue. All you know is that Hawks whips around, gathers your trembling form in his arms, and takes a couple of steps back from Mirko.
âHang on tight.â He gently whispers to you. Unconsciously, you obeyed, and securely held onto the fizzy collar of his iconic jacket.
âWeâll be watching over them for the rest of the Purge.â That cold, nonchalant jab to the teachers was the last fleeting acknowledgment Mirko threw at them. Hawks spread his wings.
âNext time, before you go destroying the mental and emotional well-being of your students, get a grip on reality.â The finality of Hawksâ tone was filled with all the venom that he felt you lovingly held back. Your kindness is not what this lot deserves. With that, he flapped his humongous wings a few times to kickstart his ascension and took off with you pressed tightly against him. He soared up and out of the broken window, making sure to cover you properly so you didnât get sliced or stabbed by any broken glass. You watched Mirko clamber out of the rickety window from over his shoulder, land on the edge of the concrete window sill, and use her legs to jump as high into the air as she could.
You watched in awe as she practically flew up several storeys, confidently grasp the edge of the railing atop the roof, and gently sling herself onto the roof without so much as a hiccup. Judging by the trajectory of where Hawks was flying, he too was aiming for the roof. Not like you cared at this point. As long as you were away from them, youâd be fine to go anywhere they took you.
âWe at Air Hawks thank you for flying with us on this gorgeous evening, esteemed passenger. We have now reached our destination, the rooftop of the illustrious UA High. The weather outside is clear skies at a balmy 75°, so you may see a stunning view of the city tonight. Please take care and follow your charming, ever good-looking pilot as he will guide you towards the exit.â Hawks cracked a light joke to try and pull you out of the dark headspace you were currently dwelling inside. You spared him a half-hearted giggle for his attempt, allowing him to release the hold his hands had on the backs of your knees. You plopped your feet down softly to the ground just as Mirko had made it over.
âHere, let me get that for you.â Mirko held out her hands, her gaze trained on Seroâs tape that was still wound snugly around your wrists. Wow. Youâd entirely forgotten they were still there. You lifted your wrists to the admirable woman and merely watched as she took your already reddening wrists into hers.
âHonestly. What barbarians. To leave you bound like this? Complete bullshit.â Mirko muttered insult after insult under her breath as she wasted no time in destroying the binding. She took your wrists up to her mouth and carefully chomped down using her steely, rabbit-esque front teeth on the strips to make a sizable cut through them. She gently pulled your wrists apart and the tape effortlessly split. Free, at last.
Using your fingers, you tore away the remaining severed strips with a wince, and threw them to the ground. Battered and bruised, you saw that your wrists were nearing raw from how much struggling against the tapeâs adhesive youâd done. You gave a quick massage to stimulate blood flow back into your numbing fingertips.
âThere! Feel any better?â Mirko prodded.
âMuch. Thank you for getting me out of there. I seriously couldnât have asked for a cooler getaway than two of the top pro heroes in Japan being my saviors.â you tossed a light joke in along with the gratitude. You yanked the two pros into your chest with a tight hug to further show your thanks, taking a deep breath against their chests. They were rigid at first, but they both allowed themselves. However, while being this close, they couldnât help but notice the sweet smell drifting off of your clothing. There was little the pros could do to avoid the intoxicating aroma, but before they could delve further into what it was, they heard a tiny sniffle sound from your buried head.
With an alertness to you that he hadnât felt before, Hawks pulled you away from his chest with a concerned look on his face. âHey, whatâs up, baby bird?â Hawks were much more determined than he had been all night to get you to open up about what was going on in your brain.
Not looking up from the ground to respond, he placed his fingertips underneath your chin and tilted your bent head up. You had a thread of silvery tears lining your lower lash line and a wobbly lip that made both Mirko and Hawksâ aggravation boil their blood.
âHon, tell us whatâs wrong.â Mirko commanded. She could barely contain the loathing that spiderwebbed throughout her heart. When she gets her hands on those measly heroes who mistreated you, she is going to make them wish theyâd never bothered you with their worthless existence ever again. Lousy maggots. Just as Mirkoâs mind was going to float off the deep end into disturbing plans of vile and ruthless methods of punishment, she caught herself.
Woah. Thatâs new. That was aggressive.
No, the aggressiveness was not new. Sheâd always had a bit of spark to her. Her wild thoughts are what made her such a great hero; thatâs how Mirko became widely recognized for her prowess. It was who she was having the ruthless feelings against that surprised her. Sheâs worked with those pros, her coworkers and friends, for years. She barely knows you at all. Yet, sheâs planning every possible way she could make the insolent, ignorant gang pay for their mistreatment.
Although, why should that fact matter? Why shouldnât they pay? Sure, theyâre her friends, but they abused an innocent. They forcefully used their quirks and position of power over you to make you suffer! Itâs despicable. Itâs dishonorable. They should face the punishment of the law. ButâŚthat isnât enough. Her rationality slips, drifting further away the longer she feels you warm her. It fuels a fire within her, and that fire sets the marrow lining her bones a light. She doesnât want to toss the aggressors off to the police like a spineless coward. You deserve better than that. You deserve more. You deserve justice. She is justice. Technically, she is the law. She will make them pay. Yes, thatâs a wonderful idea!
God, she hasnât felt this warmth in a long time. Too long. Youâre wonderful.
Hawks isnât faring any better. Heâs wild-eyedâhis mind deep sketching out the framework of delusional fantasies of him taking you on as his trainee, showing you all the tips and tricks heâs learned in the harsh world of hero life, and quite literally taking you under his wing. Maybe you two become more after you get closer. Keigo isnât unfamiliar with the desire of wanting companionship in his life. He often finds himself daydreaming of a partner by his side, on and off the field of battle. Never a specific person, just a faceless, nameless being, fluttering through his desires. Smiling, laughing, enjoying each other's time together. Cute stuff. Hawks yearns for that small sliver of normalcy. Keigo wants to feel humanâto feel whole again after everything heâs been stripped of in his miserable existence.
With you, even though your interactions have been brief and youâve endured some light flirting of his that is barely considerably mentionable, youâve brought him nothing but a comforting and loving feeling. He feels indebted to you for simply being you. Not lying to him, or trying to pretend to be someone youâre not. Heâs constantly surrounded by deceptive and cruel human nature. He truly couldnât tell you how many thousands of googly-eyed newbies have introduced themselves to him, praying for even a small flicker of his fame to rub off on them. Hoping to use him to spring them up into the actually noticeable charts. Itâs so easy to read them too. Theyâre open, flimsy magazines. Bright, colorful, eye-catching, and full of back-stabbing and strategically fabricated lies. Spread wide and pleading for him to flip through their pages. They always hiss lies through their teeth, grinning and bearing the once-in-a-lifetime interaction. But no matter how much sucking up they commit to or how well they try to veil the truth of their intentions behind sugared words, he never fails to see through them.
Guess the training he went through as a child was good for something. If you donât open up to people, you can never get hurt. Sure, that tactic has worked wondersâŚup until meeting you.
But heâs just so tired. He just wants to lower the railing and find something worth all the fight he puts up.
You might be his outlet.
âItâsâŚitâs just been a long night. Iâm sorryâ,â you tried to cover your face with your forearm, desperate to conceal the embarrassing honest showing on your face. Mirko gently removed your shield with a comforting smile.
âOh no, hon, itâs fineâ,â
âNever ever apologize for your feelingsâ,â both pros stumbled over each otherâs words. When they realized they were getting anywhere by interrupting the other, they shared a look. After a small nod shared, they wrapped their arms around you again.
âYouâre okay,â they both said at the same time, cradling you against them once again. You snuggled deeper, taking that chance to breathe deep and avoid spiraling into a panic attack.
While your arms were around the two, you accidentally brushed against Hawksâ wings. That is when you noticed his wings had puffed up in size, similar to how any bird does when they want to appear bigger to a threat they face. He had been very tense at the beginning of the hug, so maybe he was only nervous, so you chose to not question it. Plus, youâd just let a room full of deadly pro heroes! Yeah, itâs alright. However, the light thudding taps of Rumiâs foot against the concrete roof was something you couldnât explain. Is it normal for hybrid rabbits to emulate this characteristic from their bunny counterparts? Youâre not too sure.
You tried to pull away, but their tight grips didnât let you. Oh. Well, maybe theyâre both in desperate need of a hug. Youâre very familiar with your classmates coming to you for hugs during their rougher days. They always said you had the best hugs, and you take great pride in that fact. Come to think of it, maybe you should ask them all about their mental health more often, just so no one spirals off the deep end and punches another classmate (thank you for that, Bakugo).
OH! Your friends! Maybe Hawks and Mirko can help them! Yes, thatâs a great plan.
Peeling further back, you tilted your head up to look them in their eyes. You let out an airy chuckle, âAs much as I enjoy the hug, I need some more of your help.â
They instantly lightened their steely grips. Not too much to let you slip away. Mirko held a smug look, as if knowing youâd come crawling back to her for her aid. SHeâs the only one who can provide for you properly, afterall. Donât worry, let her handle everything for her darling. No task is too big for her. Hawks resembled that of a grinning puppy, excited and warm. Eager to perform any task for praise and treats. Yes! Anything you want, darling, they can provide! What do you need?
They didnât supply you with a verbal answer, but the looks they carried spoke loud enough, so you continued, âMy classmates. I donât know what happened to my friends, but theyâve got the same thing the teachers do. I think everyoneâs infected. I have to help them, but I donât think I can do it alone.â
As soon as they heard you utter the word âfriendsâ, their bliss was shot and struck the ground like a wounded songbird. Their brains shut off to stop the nonsense you were suggesting. Friends? You need people other than them?! And whatâs worse, is you want them to help those idiots?! Last they checked, they were public enemy number one for making you run yourself ragged up and down those endless halls! No, that canât be right. Those fools donât deserve their help. Not for what they made you go through.
âNo.â Rumi snapped with a frigid simper.
The rest of the sentence you were sputtering falters. You gaze up at the rabbit hero, â...What?â
With a second look-over, Mirko appears a lot scarier than she did only minutes beforehand. Have her eyes always been this clouded? Her unrelenting gaze exudes a darker inkling than when youâd faced her way. Rumiâs eyes stuck on you like gum bonded to the bottom of your shoe.
No. This wouldnât happen again. They said theyâd be better than thisâbetter than them.
Hawks obnoxiously cleared his throat to brush the eerie vibe away from the floundering conversation, âEhhâŚhaha! What Rumi means is not right now. Itâs too dangerous to go searching for your friends now. Finding help for them after the Purge settles down is the safest strategy.â Hawks smoothly saved Mirkoâs ass with the perfect excuse, served up on a shining silver platter. You didnât appreciate how obviously strained Hawksâ tone became at âfriendsâ.
âLetâs get you somewhere safe. Preferably away from this shithole.â She mumbled the last portion, keeping the snark to her own chest, but her contempt for the institution was blatant. Mirkoâs eyes were laced with flaming venom as she fleetingly paid attention to the concrete walls. A sneer broke out on her lips, as if just the idea of standing on top of the building was a sin itself.
âAh⌠okay.â You tried to leave the hug again. They persisted.
âMirkoâ,â Hawksâ voice twisted into a demanding tone. His blown out, puppy-like pupils cinched into vicious slits, staring down the woman.
âHawks, I donât want to hear it. Back off.â Mirko gnashed back at the blond. The two began an all out war against each other, both tugging against the otherâs advances. A tug to the left, a drag to the right, both parties were unrelenting. Neither wanted to allow the victory of having you in their arms.
âYouâre holding them too tightly!â Keigo whined.
âWell, youâre not holding them tight enough.â Mirko argued back. Youâve seen this before. It reminded you of two children fighting over who got to play with which toy, always bickering how the other was âdoing it wrongâ. It reminded you of Ochaco fighting the guys. It reminded you of Denki and Mina struggling over who got to hold you. Childish squabbles.
Liars, the lot of them. They didnât want to help you. If they did before, not anymore. Theyâre infected, thereâs no other answer for their behavior.
âKeigo, just stop it! You and I both know that you canât protect them.â Mirko snarked. That caught the birdâs attention judging by the way his eyes dug into her, all emotion scrapped from his expression. A grim look stole the spot, one that told of violence and mayhem running rampant in behind his eyes. An expression usually reserved for the villains he so often made easy prey of. This is awful.
âAnd what is that supposed to mean, rabbit?â Hawksâ eyes looked wilder than before.
âI think you and I both know what I meant.â She snarked back, ruffling his feather figuratively and quite literally.
âBe honest with yourself. When was the last time you were able to save something that you actually cared about?â Mirko hatched a devilish plan. She took the chance of his loss of temper to clutch you against her. She took a couple spacious leaps back, creating a sizable distance between her friend turned enemy. Hawks plucked two giant feathers from his wingspan that sharped out into duo blades resembling two scimitars.
âIâm done beingâ,â just before Hawks could spiral off the deep end into whatever hell he had planned to put Mirko through, a disturbance crashed the party.
âEnough, you two.â A formidable voice shook from the shadows. Those few words are all it takes for the two beside you to back off from tearing out each otherâs throats. Whoever it was had the ability to command total control of a room in an instant. You couldnât see them, but you knew the voice came from the other side of the stairwell exit.
âGreat,â Mirko scoffs, tilting her head to look the other way with a cross of her arms. You couldnât tell if it was from irritation or the shame from being caught. Judging by her scowl, itâs probably the latter.
âEndeavorâŚhow long haveâ,â Hawks sputtered out. You swivel your head to the gap at the birdman. No fucking way itâs the number one hero. Heâs gotta be wrong. The number one pro hero showing up to participate in the Purge is unheard of. Guess youâd be wrong. Though, you suppose that even the number one gets a pass during today. Itâs just jarring since All Might had not once in all his years of being the symbol of peace even be seen during the Purge hours. He probably just didnât want to be caught up in a scandal with the news or social media if he were to ever be discovered converting to be a player of the Purgeâs game.
Sure enough though, the one who rounds the corner is in fact Endeavor. He shut Hawks up with a simple raise of his palm and an unforgiving glare. The once cheery hawk tucks into himself and shields his frustration away from the number one.
The first thing that shows you the reality of the situation is his overwhelming stature. You severely underestimated the way this man takes up a room. Seeing him in TV interviews on the news and fighting against villains is one thing, but it is a completely different beast to be face-to-face with him stalking towards you. It made sense why he was deemed the topâwith such a suffocating aura, it was hard to believe that any villain even tried to oppose the behemoth. You should know, youâve met him before.
During your training with him alongside the boys, it had been quite the feat. Youâd mostly done in-field training with the boys, but the one time you did have one-on-one training with the pro was unnerving, to say the least. Endeavor had watched your every move, his eyes never straying too far from where youâd displayed the extent of your Quirkâs usefulness. You knew you were as capable, even more so since you could control your emotions, as Bakugou, Midoriya, and Todoroki. Letâs face it, all three of them had a tendency to act out far too irrationally due to their urges and feelings, and they werenât shy about expressing it. Although, your self control put you in a favorable light with Endeavor, so it wasnât strange that he gave more of his attention to you.
Instead of bickering and combating everything the pro said with a harsh glower like Katsuki had, you listened intently and gave Endeavor undivided attention. Instead of ignoring the man who actively tried to give pointers and choosing to walk faster ahead of the group like Shoto had, you hung back and asked questions about what Shoto had done wrong in his approach and how to improve his strategy. You became more agile, better aware of your surroundings, and able to predict some of the moves villains would try to throw at you. You understood that the opportunity that Shoto had given to you all with training under his father for the work-study was not something to be taken lightly. Was the man a little too much of a hardass for your taste? Yes. But he was not a pushover. He had valuable lessons to teach you all from experiences heâs faced during his years in the field. If you wanted to actually place in the hero charts one day, you knew youâd have to get past your own opinions on the man and try to cooperate.
If someone asked your opinion of Endeavor, theyâd understand heâs not your favorite hero to grace the charts. Youâd believed him to be startlingly cold for the fiery nature of his quirk. It was easy to say youâd originally thought him to be nothing but an ass with too hot of a head on his shoulders, and while that was still the truth more often than not, he had his moments of clarity. The media did have a knack for stringing up the moments of his ill temper caught on film and making them the headline of every social media platform. What you had learned during your trainings held at the crack of dawn was that he was extremely precise. There was never a lack of communication or any doubt held within his words whenever he instructed you. Swing a right hook into the dummyâs torso. Sweep your leg to the left to knock the opponent over. He was straight to the point and earnest in the compliments regarding your physical improvements.
Heâd even let you spar against him one day. Endeavor had taken the four of you and one of his many sidekicks, Burnin, to the rooftop during one of the few freetimes youâd actually had. He asked you to step across from him and get into your fighting position. He instructed no quirks be used, that it be purely a hand-to-hand combat session that balanced skill and strength together. With Burnin as the referee, youâd begun. He thankfully didnât go easy on you as he views not giving his all into any task as a âhalfass lazy excuseâ, so youâd fight with your entire being against Endeavor. He educated the four of you through commentating on all of the things you did wrong; how youâd left yourself open to a couple of jabs from him, turned your back to him often enough that heâd seized an opportunity to lunge and knock you over, and such. Though you were outmatched in a number of categories, you soon understood why he was putting you to this impossible challenge. Enji wanted you to get creative with your tactics to take down your foe. You needed to outwit his strength.
With the newfound spark of inspiration, you struck. You made a move imitating that of one youâd tried against him earlier. A simple left hook. He knew he could easily deflect the punch, so he took the bait. Youâd noticed before that he was much more sturdy with his right side, which left room for error on his left, so you took the chance. You sidestepped into his peripheral and closed in behind him. You kicked in the back of his right knee, forcing him to stumble to the ground. You knew you couldnât tackle the man over from this position, nor could you keep him pinned there due to how much force you had to use to kick his knee alone, so you went with the quickest option. You needed to hit a weak point, but since his body was covered in mostly muscle, you only had a few options. Since kicking him in the groin seemed like too cruel for a simple sparring session, the spots above his neck would have to do. You jumped up onto his back, shimmied up enough to hang onto his shoulder, and threw a hard punch right into his throat.
You left him choking on his air and wheezing. He grasped at his neck, steadying himself on his other arm. Leaving him no hands to defend against your assault. You then shoved your hands into his hair, pulled on the strands tightly, and swung your body forward over the manâs shoulder. You let gravity handle the rest. Your body weight pulled his unstable torso forward and he hit the ground with a hefty SMACK! You bent your knees to land sturdily on the ground with minimal impact to your footing and let his face take the brunt of the fall. You then placed your knee hard on the middle of his shoulder blades to pin him and Burnin deemed the match completed with an impressed grin lilting on her face. Admittedly, for the rest of that day, you gloated the pride you felt at taking down the mountain of a man a little too obviously.
You knew that day he most likely wanted to make an example out of you when he presumed you wouldnât win the fight, but youâd made sure he understood not to fuck around with you or your generosity again.
Zooming back to the present, you caught his eyes goring a hole right through you. Brilliant aqua blue irises stuck out like a sore thumb against his smoldering flames. No matter how much Shoto tried to deny the fact, he truly was Endeavorâs child. That striking blue color kept locked down within the Endeavor lineage and fiery red hair that draped over half of his head was unmistakable. Features that, however much wasted on the shitty attitude the man possessed, would make many and most fall head-over-heels for their stunning effect. Though, in your opinion, Shoto wore the beauty better.
Enjiâs gaze was harsh towards you, but it was kind compared to the one he shot at Mirkoâs arm wrapped around you. Perceptive, the woman held you closer, as if trying to defy his silent demand of releasing you. She was dead set on not going down without a fight. Before she could hope for one to begin, Hawks laid a hand on her shoulder as a soft hint to not involve you in Endeavorâs unrivaled wrath. Mirko knew he was right. Dammit it all. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she relented, back off of you. She left you to fend for yourself against the beast, cast you aside to the big bad wolf who wouldnât spare you. It reminded you of the tale of Odysseus facing off with Polyphemusâonly you were unarmed and lacking a foolproof plan of escape and this giant wonât allow arrogance to be his downfall yet again like the monster from the epic had.
Finally, Endeavor was right in front of you. If you had any bravery left from the night, it vanished wholly with him staring you down. Endeavor hardly even spared a tilt of his head to gaze down upon you, opting to stare through a half-lidded examination. The only indication that he was human and not some freaky Terminator cyborg from the future coming to hunt you down was the ever-present scowl heâs so fond of sharing.
Without ever taking his sight off of you, he glowered dryly to an unidentified listener, âWhy are they scratched up?â You see now the question is not for you, rather it's dedicated to the duo in charge of you. You peered down to see what he was referring to, only now understanding what he meant from the bruises beginning to bloom along your wrists and the miniscule scratches littering your forearms and neckline. None of them were deep enough to lance more than a couple drops of blood, but they were still oozing fresh from the nightâs escapades.
âThat wasnât from us! The students were dragging them back-and-forth between the halls before the teachers got a hold of them. You know how rough kids are with their toys.â Hawks quickly presented to the man. Smooth as ever. He strolled over to Endeavor to lean his elbow against the manâs bulky side, as if casually resting against an alleywayâs grimy brick wall. Although, with how stocky the pro was, youâre sure the feeling was probably akin. You watched Endeavor roll his eyes at the blond.
âIâm sure hurling them through a window had nothing to do with the scratches.â Endeavorâs sarcasm hung heavy in the air like too much icing on a dry piece of cake. It was obvious that his comedic side hadnât been brushed up on in awhile. He took the chance to use an unexpected gentleness to grasp your forearm and hold up the damaged skin to the duo as all the evidence he needed. You, not taking too kindly to being an item for presentation, pulled your arm away from him and held it close. Endeavor shot you a look of disappointment, but held in the trembling Armageddon he had planned. Hawks gave a weak chuckle, no doubt scrounging for a way to veer the conversation off them scaling the side of a building with you.
Endeavor decided to spare you for now, choosing to cross his arms and acknowledge only Hawks, âWhatâs their status? Who in the school is infected? How many are after them?â
You were starting to get sick of him completely ignoring the fact that you had your own voice to speak for your own wellbeing. âYou know I can speak for myself, right? Or have you forgotten that since we last hung out.â Hawks shot you a look that yelled âshut upâ like a parent two seconds away from scolding their child who is screaming in public. You didnât cower. You pressed on to challenge Endeavorâs authority.
âIâm aware. But I understand if I speak to you, youâll probably end up whining like a child to me. Wasting my time.â Endeavor threw no more than a half-hearted stern crinkle of his brows, and you pretty much could no longer hold back the bubbling anger swelling up in your chest.
âExcuse me! Itâs not âwhiningâ, itâs called âbeing a sane person with reasonable concernsâ. Also, no shit I would complain! Your little underlings were literally just fighting over who was going to kidnap me! That is a perfect reason to yell.â You waltzed your way in front of him to be a human barrier to get in the way of his sight being fixated on Hawks. You will make yourself heard against this bully. Screw it if he trained you, you donât just ignore someone youâre actively talking about when they are right in front of you! Itâs incredibly rude.
âI donât have time for this,â Endeavor rubbed temples with one hand. You wanted to rip his head off and shout from the rooftops into his eardrums. Maybe that would get your point through his thick skull.
âWow. First of all, fuck you,â That certainly caught his attention. His head snapped to look down at your defiance. His eyes bore that same look heâd struck Mirkoâs arm with before. Boiling hysteria and bitterness. Even though you physically felt the warmth of his internal temperature rise, and you recognized the panic Hawks held in his gob-smacked expression, you couldnât stop your big mouth from prattling on. Shoto probably would have laughed his ass off at your opposition to his father. That small support in the back of your mind made your confidence soar.
âSecond of all, you canât seriously think that I am going to be chill with anything you weiâ,â you couldnât finish your sentence before you were all of the sudden no longer touching the roof. The collar of your shirt had been snatched by Endeavorâs strong hand with no warning and hoisted high. You were now dangling limply a few feet off the ground. Keigo was squawking figuratively and literally, yanking on Endeavorâs arm to lower the leverage he held your body at. Rumi took a turn for the worst. Threats cranked out of her mouth as she reared up to kick him as hard as she could square in an area where the sun didn't shine. Maybe give him a taste of his own brutality. With an unyielding and unforgiving hold, he lifted you even higher with no strenuous effort. You yelped, swinging and writhing around to try escaping the brute strength of your foe. He brought you in close to look at you eye-to-eye, making sure your darting gaze has nowhere to turn to other than locking in to meet his own icy pair.
âYou will not speak to me like that again. Your attitude might be cute to the rest of these weak links, but I wonât let it go without correction. You show me respect, or we will both have to go through a punishment for you that neither of us will enjoy. This is your first and final warning.â Every word was uttered with nothing but truth. No twist of a joke in his tone, no shift in expression, nothing. Only a foreboding aura and the gravely tone that demanded full cooperation.
Every snappy response died on your tongue. You wanted to fight back, to sass all of them more, to tell him exactly what you thought of him to his stupid, scary faceâbut nothing came. You felt tears line your waterline, and you couldnât despise them more. Crying when faced with any kind of oppositionâŚwhat kind of hero does that make you? You couldnât explain why your mind drifted to Midoriya in this moment when all hope was lost.
You suppose itâs because you recall a day when the boy had tried to deny his waterworks and his friends carried his tears with grace and love. Deku had been sent off to his work-study with the man heâd called âSir Nighteyeâ. You didnât know much about the man, in all honesty, but you did know that one of the strongest students at UA had been training underneath him for some time. The sweet boy named Mirio who had come to meet your class and then single handedly swept you all in a twenty-to-one match. He was quite impressive, so the fact that Midoriya had been taken on to work alongside him was quite the honor!
However, Midoriya came back ratherâŚstartled, to say the least. He hardly participated in conversations held around him, didnât speak up during the lectures, and could barely choke down the food placed in front of him either. His eyes were clouded, a scrunched up twist pulled on his eyebrows like he was stuck in a maze of his own thoughts. He looked far into the distance yet couldnât process what was in front of him. It was scary. Where did the boy always eager to learn and help everyone drift off to? You wanted him back.
The situation came to a head one day at lunch when you were sitting across from the green-haired boy, Iida, and Shoto. Youâd all tucked into your meals when you noticed Midoriya had no intention of even attempting to stomach the spread. Shoto had shockingly tried to crack a very dry joke, and that seemed to wake the distant boy. After brushing off all of your concerns for the nth time, Iida finally challenged Dekuâs false reassurance. Heâd offered an ear to listen to the boyâs troubles. A simple gesture, most would assume, but it hit the boy hard. Midoriya had tried to keep it in, but the boy just couldnât hold back his emotionsâa fact of which you admired to this day. He tried to claim that heroes donât cry while he actively swiped away the drips trailing from his evergreen eyes, but you watched as Iida and Shoto shut down that statement quickly. Itâs such an easy thing to say but a hard skill to execute. Of course heroes cry! Anyone who doesnât when facing the nightmarish terrors that they do on a daily basis is lying or too stone cold to be considered human.
You watched as the boys bonded over the spilt emotions and a grin overtook your face the entire rest of the day. No one at that table knew what Deku was going through with poor Eri and the vile Overhaul situation. You hadnât a clue the true reason Iida had extended his hand to the shaken boy that day. But it didnât matter. Izuku let his tears and strength glow bright that day. Tears are a symbol of actually giving a shit in this world. Tears you shed are the wordless tale you share with the world. Speaking a thousand words in all different orders. A labyrinth that can be solved or failed, depending on how your own soul understands the riddle. Youâre still scouring that maze to comprehend your own salty snivels.
âUnderstood?â The three heroes stilled, waiting for your response. Wordlessly, you bit your lip to keep it from wobbling, looking away from the man to not give the satisfaction of his actions actually scaring you, and nodded. He gave a satisfied grunt of contempt and lowered you back down to the cement. Hawks flitted over to your side, checking you over. Mirko didnât exactly come running to you but she did make a point of standing in between Endeavor and you.
âYouâll see why we must do this soon, (Y/N). This life is just too risky for someone like you,â he looked like he wanted to say more to you, but held his tongue. You wished heâd just crawl back to whatever shithole he climbed out of and fester there for the atrocious attempt at playing the âcomfortingâ father role.
He meant it, you know. Enji sees you choose to not look beyond his past. Much like his sons. Not that he can blame any of you. But, for some reason, the abandonment of trust hurt more from you than it did Shoto.
Enji could tell you how many sidekicks heâs experienced come and go throughout his career. Does he remember the plebeians' names? No. Why should he? They left, so that must mean they didnât meet his standards. No big deal, another will take their place eventually. Itâs not his job to care about them or to remember them. However, he does remember you quite well. Truthfully, much to your surprise, before even your work-study together.
The first time heâd even sparred you a passing glance was during the Sports Festival in your first year. Truthfully, he didnât give a single damn about any students in the arena other than his son. Enji really only went to see if Shoto would finally stop this little rebellion of his by only using that wretched ice his doe-eyed wife blessed their son with. He wanted to see Shoto crack under the pressure and give inâfinally admit that the fire portion of his power was the stronger, more reliable half. He managed in his obsession to give some half-assed attention to the other one-on-one duels.
One of the fights he watched over was you against the ditzy girl from the Support Department, Mei something. Initially, he was going to walk away at such an uninteresting sounding fight, but he chose to linger. He saw you willingly agree to Mei flaunting her inventions to prospective buyers by using you as the demonstration device. Youâd effortlessly almost danced around her gadgetsâ tactics; playing the part of challenging foe, but never let her pin you in a dicey position. Youâd ended the fight by running her off the boundary line before time ran out, and both of you shared a hug as you parted waysâboth satisfied with you being the victor moving forward in the chain of fights and her having interested eyes witnessing her skill. Normally, a blatant show of mutual benefit would have him running for the hills. That wasnât a fight, neither of you put any effort into crushing your opponent to a pulp, which is what a real show of power was to his image of winning. Yet, he stayed. Not to watch anything that pink girl offered, only examining you bounce around with both your own strength and the might of your quirk. He wanted you to slip up. He wanted you to make a mistake so he could justify ditching the patetic battle, but you never did. You stayed light on your feet and still struck at your opponent a few times to show examples of the defense her âbabiesâ could provide to heroes.
Intriguing, is all he thought. He then stood and sauntered off until the second round.
The second round he watched Shoto, not as easily as he had hoped, defeat Midoriya. While he was filled with both gratification at Shoto caving into his carnal fire and enragement at that Izuku pest for giving his son the unwavering support to defy his hold over his son, he hardly realized your next battle had begun. It was against the vine girl from the Class Bâfirst losers, rather, to himâIbara. Unlike Meiâs challenge, you basically wiped the floor with the poor girl. You shot around the court, darting like a bat through an inky full-mooned sky, making sure to not give Ibara a chance to get the one up on you. You hardly let her breathe during the showdown, striking at her again and again from all angles. She was safe nowhere, even when hidden behind the viney defensive walls sprouting from her hair. Youâd ended it neat and clean with a swift shot of your quirk, landing her out of the arena. Triumphant, youâd moved up again, but you still remained humble while helping Ibara off of the ground with a bright smile and gifted her a sincere handshake. Youâd no doubt made a spectacle of yourself to the crowd and everyone watching at home, the loud cheer of encouragement erupting across the venue said just as much. Enji even hashed out a couple of light claps for your impressive display.
Your last battle was the nail in the coffin for Endeavor. You were finally fighting against his son. Of course, he was obviously rooting for Shoto to crush you, but heâd be lying if he said he wasnât looking forward to a nail-biting fight. He got just that. You two dove for each otherâice flung around the court in jagged peaks with you racing around the boy and firing off precisely aimed jabs of your own quirk. Blustering rushes of glacial wind flushed across the landscape. You two waltzed around in a deadly dance of effort and skill. Youâd make sure Shoto knew that you werenât to be cast aside like overlooked trash. You had grit, a will to make a name for yourself in the competitive world of heroes. You managed to last around two minutes in the ring together, which is phenomenal, considering his other battles didnât last more than a handful of seconds. In the end, Shoto had been the victor when he caught you off guard by using his ice on the floor. He swiftly created a haphazard ice rink and slid you out of bounds. You were too exhausted from abusing your quirk so much that afternoon against your other opponents that you couldnât stop your body from spinning out. Enji didnât miss the way Shoto practically dashed over to your side, helped you stand up, and offered his arm for you to hold as you shakily shuffled off the slick floor to a safer spot.
Though you lost, he hadnât forgotten how you gave his son a run for his money. You were very capable. Which is why he didnât hesitate allowing you to become a work-study of his under the guise of helping you and your other friends out. This plan he has is not only for the benefit of his own gains, but for Shotoâs as well. He knows his son cares for you, but he has to help you see that after all of the Purge nonsense. You two would be perfect togetherâthe perfect marriage of quirks. Of course, he tells himself that heâs not in this for the sole reason of having another powerful quirk added to his ranks. But it certainly helps him like you more.
You kept your eyes lowered, the lingering sting of defeat simmering behind your eyes and in your heart. You wanted to have an unwavering confidence like some of your classmates. You would never say this to Bakugou, but you truly did admire his ânever back downâ style. You had seen countless times how he barked in the faces of higher-ups, challenging their morals, their reasons for becoming heroes, and plans. It was as if he never agreed with anything they presented. The blond always had to shove his opinion into every decision made. You wanted to stare Endeavor straight in the eye as you stomped on his foot and make him see what you really thought of all their bullshit. But you couldnât. You didnât have it in you to ignore his authority. Guess thatâs why youâre still stuck up here on this stupid roof with people you donât want to be around, huh?
Hawks brushed back your hair, trying to examine your face for distress or injury, but all he could see was you not meeting his gaze. He wants to tell you he knows firsthand how hard this decision isâhell, even he has doubts relying on Endeavor and Mirko. He wants to say heâd be able to make this escape on his own with you. Hide you away alone so no one else has any clue where you are. That sounds like paradise to him. Alas, with so many high profiles after you now, there isnât a chance of him making it out with his head. If he broke the agreement he resentfully made with the two, then others would certainly turn against him.
Later. Heâll strike later. Donât you see? Thatâs why heâs playing the perfect little stepping stool. No one deserves you but himânot even his idol. His hero. Heâll make sure you know that too by the end of this night. Only a little longer of bearing the pretending and game of dress up, then heâll slip away with you in tow.
âHawks.â You heard Endeavor call out for the winged man. Daddyâs calling.
Hawks tilted your chin up so you were forced to look into his amber glow, and offered a caring smile. He hoped you could see the promise behind his eyes. The disgust masked behind a beaming smile was perfected for meeting delusional strangers and other worthless heroes. He gave Endeavor that smile, but not to you. You hoped the scowl you shot ripped his lungs out and left them rotting in a pile of maggot-riddled filth. How dare he give you such a carefree look after telling you he was going to steal away your entire life.
After Hawks walked over to converse with Endeavor, Mirko closed in. Not much was said between you two, but she did bump her hip against yours to knock you out of your own head. You turned to give her an offensive side eye, but she only fronted an unbothered look. You went to ignore her again, turning to face towards the men. However, you didnât get far as she decided to make her personal mission to annoy you. You felt a gentle poke into your side, ticklish and fleeting. You jumped, falling for the trap and glaring at her again. This time, she had a mild grin on her face. It was obvious your displeasure fueled her joy.
âYouâre cute when youâre trying to look mad,â she snorted, leaning back on her heels. She couldnât stop looking at you, and you saw her stare through your peripheral.
You scoffed, âTrying?â You faced forward to deny her yearning for your gaze.
âOf course. Iâve seen mad before, and youâre not at that level. Youâre justâŚpeeved. Disgruntled. Ew, no, that word is too ugly to describe you.â Mirko shook her head and stuck her tongue out at the mention of the synonym. You took a deep breath and settled in to focus on the men discussing back and forth.
She circled you like a shark lunging on for her prey, but you simply turned your head the opposite direction of where she was to avoid the confrontation.
âWhere you going, grumpy~?â Mirko easily caught on to your aversion. You noticed how her grin truly did resemble something shark-like. The thought crossed your mind if she was really half-bunny, or actually some predator in disguise masking the innocence of a rabbit. A wolf in sheepâs clothing
âIâm actually very interested in that bird over there. Would you look at that, itâs pretty far away.â You apathetically mused at the distant dot in the sky. You brushed her prodding away to daze off into the horizon, Mirkoâs words slowly being tossed into the heaping bin of memories you wouldnât document in your brain. Gazing across the landscape of the dark treeline surrounding UA and the few standing buildings nearby, your eyes scanning the moonlit metal of the nearby rooftops. But something else glistening on the roof caught your eye too. Something moving.
You watched it shift and reflect the moonâs rays from across the neighboring rooftop. You squinted, trying to catch exactly what was skulking around in the dark, but it strayed just beyond your sight. Whatever it was, it wanted to stay hidden.
âAbsolutely not.â Endeavorâs thunderous voice startled you from your scouting. Hawks turned his head to see if you had noticed the manâs tantrumâno shit youâd notice that barbaric yell from the bruteâand, in seeing your alarm, sighed. He scooted closer to the mammoth of a man, turning his back to you. You strained your ears to hear the mumbling.
âYou donât have to tell me itâs not idealâI know thatâbut what other choice do you think we have?â Was all you could hear before Hawksâ voice became too faint to make out comprehensible words.
You then remembered your little âfriendâ in the shadows. You shot your head back to its previous position to confront the adversary. Nothing. You searched and searched the silent building, but nothing. You wanted to tell yourself that it was just your mind playing tricks in the dark, but on tonight of all nights, you knew better than to downplay your concern.
Finally acknowledging Mirko, you questioned her, âDo you see anything on that roof over there?â
She gave you an unimpressed deadpan, âSeriously? You're trying the âoh my gosh, whatâs that over there!â trick?â
âWhaâno!â You looked offended, but you felt a cold sweat on the side of your forehead. Inside, you knew youâd probably have tried that trick sooner rather than later, and you've got to hand it to her. She knows you well.
Before you could try to explain your reasoning, a raging flame shot to strike Hawks and Endeavor.
Miraculously, Hawksâ reflexes were quick enough to shove Endeavor and himself out of the way of the surprise attack before someone was set ablaze. The smell of burning hair permeated the area although, and you looked over to catch a glimpse of a portion of Hawksâ right wing being singed into charred black wisps. Mirko reacted nearly faster than Hawks did, grabbing your waist and maneuvering you back from the fire. It was you and Mirko parted from Hawks and Endeavor far on the opposite side of the roof.
âWhat the hell?â Mirko grit her teeth at the attack. Psychos getting in the way of her time with you, what a joke. Such a waste of time. She just wants to run off and find somewhere to keep you for the rest of the Purge, yet these shitty obstacles just canât seem to get enough of you. She was going to rip them limb from limb for taking her attention off of you.
You stood with no complaint in her arms, not minding her taking the lead of your protection. You still couldnât see who caused the disruption, but you would soon wonder no longer.
âYouâre slow today, Endeavor. What? Off your game or something?â A seedy voice echoed across the way. Male, deep, commanding. You watched as the foe came to stand at the edge of the railing. Your eyes dilated at the sight. Your breath caught in your throat. Youâd only cared to remember this man as the one who, with the rest of his party, ruined your training camp over the summer and kidnapped your classmate, Bakugou.
Youâre shot into the past as you recount that horrible night. It had been such a great start to the day. Youâd been working hard with all of your friends, aiming to better improve the longevity and resilience of all your quirks. Youâd nearly tuckered yourselves out when the hero Pixie-Bob said you all had one more challenge to face before bed. The Test of Courage. It began as traditionally as any silly game teenagers played in the dark did. Then it all came crashing down at the faint, then quickly overwhelming, scent of smoke. You remember being there in that midnight-black forest, you remembered how excited youâd been at the started of that stupid game youâd agreed to play, you remember the fire that infested the trees and burnt the pretty flowers and bushes to wisps of charcoal ash, you remembered the terror and fear of being lost in said woods before Deku found you wandering alone. You remember locking eyes with the man who stoked the fires. A spearing turquoise. Youâd seen a blue so vibrant like that only once before. Youâd found that hypnotic color in Shotoâs left eye. Though, Shoto was a much kinder soul than the monster these captivating eyes were attached to.
In the present, youâre wrung back into that same terror as you watched his black leather trench coat gently sway in the breeze, a glinting bicep catching your eye. The metal cuffs shone from the full light of the moon along with the many staples running up and down the sleeves. He was too far away to discern an exact facial expression, but you could blatantly see the large patch of marred, burned flesh dominating the lower half of his face. The leathery substance was roughly connected to what remained of his skin untouched by flame, stitched up with bloody staples. The way it was sutured made his face forever appear as if strung upwards to mimic a sickening Cheshire grin. You wanted to say he was only generally looking around the roof, but you knew better. The villain was practically drilling daggers into you with how much he was staring. No, you couldnât just say he was any old random villain; you knew his name. Dabi.
More bodies moved out from behind him to occupy the opposing roof. All you heard from them was laughter and unflattering comments nagged at the pro heroes.
âWow, theyâre even cuter this close~! Much better than in the crappy photos you guys took, Shiggy~,â A much higher pitched voice exhaled in an almost loving sigh. Their blonde hair was cinched up in two tangled space buns, but the mess was an intentional look. The loose strands were slicked into spikes. Cutesy and feminine, a happy aura surrounded her, but you knew better. She draped herself over the railing as if in her own ditzy world. You would have believed it was a fainting couch with how dramatically she had laid over the scenery. Much like Dabi, the girl couldnât take her gaze off of you, but she made her presence known.
âHiiii, (N/N)~~! Are the big, scary pro heroes getting in the way again? Donât worry, cutie! Iâll take care of âem, hehe~!â Himiko Toga, you believe thatâs what Aizawa said her name was, called out to you like she was the Romeo to your Juilet. Youâre sure she believed that too. Youâd heard Ochaco talk about her to you guys after the training camp. She told you about how the girl tackled Tsuyu and used these specialized needles to draw out blood from her victims. Uraraka experienced the threat head on as the girl had jammed one of her needles straight into her thigh with little apprehension.
Uraraka told you how obsessed the girl was with blood, a crazed look in her eye when the red substance came about. She said she loved her, loved her so much that she wanted to turn into her! Deku even chimed in and said the girl shouted to him delusional fantasies of wanting him to be her boyfriend. At the time, all you could do was shiver and brush off the fear the conversation brought by claiming she was âjust another crazed lunaticâ. Well, now that the girl is staring you down with her own redden irises, you felt your tongue shrivel up in your throat.
âBloodied and carved up is the only way any of these nobody pro heroes could ever look cute. Though, the one daring to hold onto my darling definitely wonât be leaving here alive.â She sneered, completely flipping her personality into one of seething hate and disgust when she gazed upon Mirko. Togaâs rage could be felt from a mile away, and you felt Mirko hold onto you tighter.
âToga, knock it off,â the green lizard man with the draping red scarf hollered at her, âweâve got a job to do.â Though it was hard to see, you noticed the way his eyes would drift to you and quickly look away. Like he was nervous. Shy? The large clump of weapons taped and glued together as his arsenal seemed deadly but ineffective all in one. However, he moved rather quickly on his feet despite the added weight.
âWow, such a beauty! Ugh, what an attention-seeker!â The same voice shouted two opposing sentences from across the way. You looked over and saw a man wearing a black and gray spandex suit, clutching the railing while waving his arm around. After yelling, it looked like one of his arms had a mind of its own as it grabbed his neck. It appeared to be he was trying to strangle himself with one hand, while the other hand sprung into action to stop the strangling. It was an odd battle of each arm trying to wrestle each other, as his head kept whipping back and forth shouting insults atâŚhimself? Youâre not entirely sure whatâs going on there, but you hope he wonât start to try injuring himself with weapons next.
âHmm, I agree with your first sentence, Twice. Do try to not scare our guest away so soon.â A regal tone stood out through the other membersâ silliness. You wonder how much backup did these guys bring as a tall figure in a creamsicle colored jacket walked to the edge of the railing. His height was enhanced with a dark brown top hat he donned and the fancy cane held at his side. The most notable feature of his was the mask he hid behind. Marble man. You couldnât remember his name, but you certainly remembered the way he trapped Tokoyami and Bakugou when he tried to run away with them in his grasp. You felt bubbling heat rise in your chest. Betrayal and resentment all wrapped into one swirl of hurt leaving a suffocating dead weight on your chest.
âDabi, keep your shit under control or go back to the base. Get your asses moving. Weâre here to take and leave, so donât fuck this up for me.â An unseen voice was heard from further back on the roof. However, whoever it was got the lot of them hurrying off. Groaned complaints and witty remarks were heard, mostly from the black-haired male, but they soon fizzled out. You kept looking for where they were going, but soon you couldnât see anyone anymore. It was silent yet again.
âSorry, darling, but we donât have time to stay and find out what happens next.â That is all Mirko said to you before she bent down to pull you up into her arms. Though, she didnât move that far.
âMIRKO, BEHIND!â You heard Endeavor yell out to the woman in concern. You heard it before you saw it. A goopy, unnatural, burbling sound came from behind your form. You didnât have a chance to turn around before a platform leather boot kicked Mirkoâs crouched body away with little effort. She skidded across the cement, nearly all the way back to where Hawks and Endeavor were standing. You wanted to call out for her, ask if she was okay. As much as youâd felt unapologetic rage for how theyâd decided to take your life away from you, you still cared about them. You probably gave them too much of your heart, but theyâre still your mentors. The people you've looked up to for years in your training to become a hero. Right now, you didnât want to be alone, as much as youâd begged for it in your mind tonight. Not with the threat of the League of Villains being what youâd have to face on your own.
You heard a sinister giggle from over your shoulder, and felt a calloused hand grasp your shoulder. Without warning, the memories youâd vaulted away with lock and key of the horrible training camp incident came flooding back with greater force than before.
That night, Izuku had found you. Tears dripped down your face as you hacked up a lung from the smoke in the air. If heâd found you any later, youâd probably have been passed out from the lack of oxygen. You ran alongside him, trying to find your way back to the rest of the class, toward any sign of a familiar face. After fleeing, youâd soon found the little boy who originally came with the Wild Wild Pussycats, Kota, with a villain in tow. Deku fought against the mammoth of a man who went by Muscular while you protected Kota from the falling rubble and terrain. After nearly getting thrown a million miles away, Izuku finally got the upperhand on the man, and knocked out the behemoth villain. You fled into the forest again, and after dropping Kota off with Mr. Aizawa and fending off Spinner to save Mandalay, you soon find Shoji and Tokoyami. However, Tokoyami could have been in better shape, as he was now overtaken by Dark Shadowâs power. Shoji explained that he and Tokoyami were attacked by a villain named Moonfish, which resulted in Tokoyami trying to use Dark Shadow to protect them, but Dark Shadowâs desire to take the reins was too great. Dark Shadow was destroying the forest in their rage, but Izuku was quick on his feet to think of using Dark Shadow to your advantage to help protect Bakugou from the villains as well.
You three lead Dark Shadow through the woods, and end up running into Bakugou and Todoroki who are facing off against the villain who tried to attack Shoji and Tokoyami before. Dark Shadow descended and made easy work of clobbering Moonfish, and the boys used their fiery quirks to release Tokoyami from Dark Shadowâs control. All of you hurried off in the direction of the facility, running into Tsuyu and Ochaco whoâd been fighting off Himiko before she fled, and your large group prepared to get back safely as âBakugou Protection Squadâ. You didnât get far as you finally noticed that Bakugou and Tokoyami were missing. The marble guy revealed himself and the Leagueâs plan to take the boys hostage. He flew off, but the girls helped you, Shoto, Shoji, and Izuku fly to catch up to the villain.
You tackled Compress out of the sky, and fended off Twice alongside Shoto when the League fought against you. As you tried to run off as Shoji had yelled for you and Shoto to do, the warp user, Kurogiri, had stopped your escape. When Compress had shown the marbles of your friends being trapped, you saw red. You couldnât let them be taken, you just couldnât. It was the miracle that Aoyamaâs precise shot of his Naval Laser to Compressâ face that gave you the chance you needed to save the boys.
Shoji had successfully nabbed Tokoyamiâs marble, and now it was up to Shoto and you grab Bakugouâs. You were so close, just inches away, before he was ripped from you again. It was the scarred hands of the fire user that flooded your vision. You fell to the ground, empty-handed and desperately looking up at the man searching for any weakness in his grasp to steal the tiny blue-tinted glass ball from him. But it was too late.
It was an extra bit of tortureâone that Dabi made sure you guys knew was on purposeâto release Bakugou from the marble so he could watch your failure. You saw the fear swimming in his red irises as he looked at you, the stiffness in his stance, the slight shake of his hands. He looked soâŚhelpless. Youâd never seen the boy in such a state of despair before. It was haunting. You stood on shaky fawn-like legs, ready to tear that villain apart with your bare hands, no Quirk needed. You wanted to make him pay for the suffering he put not only your class, but what he put everyone at the camp through tonight. But you were stopped with a gentle embrace.
Shoto had looped his arms around your midsection in a cage. You twisted back to yell at him to let you go, to let you save your friend, but his gaze gave his answer to your plea. He knew you couldnât win. One eye filled with a harsh, cold steel of an unforgiving bind and the other swimming with a depth that rivaled even the oceanâs own fullness, you knew he wouldnât let you go. You thrashed and screamed against Shoto, not believing you wouldnât come out victorious in this suicide mission. You unconsciously looked at Bakugou for aid, and it was a cruel reminder that he could save you no more. Both of you being held against your will, both of you screaming for helpâone screaming bloody murder, one silent as a moonless night. The savior trying to go where the victim was being taken, but the victim commanding them to stay behind.
Youâll never forget the emptiness after Bakugou was fully snatched through the portal. Youâll never forget collapsing to the dirt beside Deku, Shotoâs arm still chained tightly around your middle, and wailing your heart out.
Youâll never forgive the satisfied gleam in that evil manâs eye. Never.
Except it wasnât Dabiâs hand this time. You looked at the pale flesh, graying and roughed from years of neglect and self hate. The fingernails were chipped and appeared to be chewed with anxiety-ridden coping. Beneath the nails looked like theyâd been clawing at a cement wall, dried blood caked underneath the unmanicured bits. The twitching pinky finger dangling frivolously above the target of your shoulder made your blood run cold.
âMiss me?â Tomura Shigaraki mumbled into your ear with a snarl. Youâre sure you were shaking, but you couldnât feel anything other than the stuttery breaths you took in and out. You could only focus on the lone finger judging the worth of your entire life. One movement too erratic and youâre nothing more than a pile of ash sitting in his rotten hands. You saw Endeavorâs mouth moving, he was definitely addressing the villain, but neither of you were paying attention to the fuming man.
âStaying to chat would be fun, but I think Iâll let them do the talking for me. I would rather spend my breath talking to (Y/N) than you losers.â Shigaraki rolled his eyes. He guided you to step aside, and you reluctantly shifted. A sloshing sounded as Kurogiriâs portal grew to be much larger. Once the portal stretched high enough, a figure swished through. They shouldnât be here. How can they get onto UAâs premises? Doesnât this place have some kind of security measure to protect the kids, damnit?!
As if he could read your mind, he chuckled to himself, âSo nice that UAâs defenses are down for the Purge. So much easier to ransack this place when I can toss a couple of these guys onto the front lawn. Makes this boss fight a clean sweep.â Out from the portal stepped a massive monster youâd come to know as one of Shigarakiâs playthings, a Nomu.
Youâd seen a couple before, namely at the USJ when All Might defeated the beast nearly single-handedly and during the time you saved Bakugou from the League and All for One, but you had never been so close that you could reach out and touch it. As it lumbered past you, you could almost taste the horrifying aura it carried. The violence just itching to break out of its skin. Its body was barely keeping the violence it desires at bay. It was easy to tell how badly the creature wanted to claw the heroes to shreds, the short gasp-like breaths it took, and the stomach-turning visual of its exposed brain and nerve endings. Its unblinking eyes held no emotion. No malice, no joy. Nothing. Youâd think it was an impressively realistic Halloween animatronic if it hadnât just shambled past you.
Then, as if this situation couldnât get any better, a second one appeared from beyond the portal. A carbon-copy of the first, just as horrifying, just as deadly. Then a third. Three of those monstrosities stood in front of you like an impenetrable wall. The barrier of such an evil force left you feeling light headed. This canât be happening.
âHave fun, heroes! Donât come looking for them, unless youâre looking to free up some space on the Hero Billboard Chart. Would be a shame if some of Japanâs finest didnât make it through the Purge, huh?â Shigaraki called out to them with a scratchy cackle. You watched the three pros prep their Quirks and bodies for the fight to come, you then heard banging from the doors of the rooftop. The doors must have been locked as you heard a hell of a ruckus behind it. Though it was a multitude of voices, deep and high pitched, and lots of them. You wondered who it could be. Your teachers? Had they chased after the pros and were intent on winning you back? Or could it beâŚ
Oh no.
Wait. They shouldn't come up here. Please. Not with these things here, not now. The Nomus had no remorse, no moral compass. Theyâd kill your classmates right where they stood.
âNoâŚwait, my friends are still here. Pleaseâ,â this was the only sliver of argument that you posed against Shigaraki, with a shaking lip and a strip of silver tears lining your lower lash line. He revealed in your fear to oppose him.
âReally? Hmm. Perfect.â Shigaraki smiled a repulsive grin at you, his wrinkled red and slightly pink eyes filled with more bloodlust than youâve known before. He began pulling you back by the shoulder, but you chose to fight. Yanking yourself forward before a different set of hands gripped your arms, your other shoulder, and your waist. You wrung your body left and right, and you felt closer to Bakugou than you ever have before. Trapped and alone, with no foreseeable aid.
Doors banged and the yelling grew louder.
Slimy drool dripped from the blood-thirst Nomusâ mouths onto the cement floor. Frothed mouths itching to latch onto body parts and tear them off.
Hawks, Mirko, and Endeavor had looks of pure panic as they could only watch you getting dragged away. Not because of the threat of the Nomus, but because they were losing you yet again.
Your screams for mercy were only acknowledged by a calloused grasp, minus the pinky, clamping over your mouth.
And just like that, you were gone.
~ To Be Continued⌠~
Far away from the light of the outside world, a dark figure resided in the shadows. A large television took up nearly the entire landscape of their wall, illuminating their body with its harsh glow. A smirk lined their lips, entertained with the events unfolding on that fateful rooftop. Multiple cameras showed all angles of the fight, of their disobedience, of their foolishness.
Not you! Heavens no, not you! Never you. You were perfect, always. Always the perfect little damsel in distress. Always the most entertaining morsel. Delicate and bold at the same time. A real palette cleanser from all the other despicable acts theyâve seen before. Theyâve had a lifetime and then some to experience the tiresome, dreadfully boring reality theyâve come to unwilling terms with. However, you certainly add a wonderful zing of sweetness and spice to the otherwise flavorless mush theyâve known life to taste like. They want more.
They watched the despair fill your mind, how distraught you became over the mess theyâd created. They saw your beautiful eyes, so teary and wide. So much innocence and hope for this crumbling world held inside them.
They stood, brushing off the dust from their clothes, and walked towards the door that caged them inside. Oh, how wonderful it will be to meet you again. Properly, this time.
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Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with HSR Men
Warnings: ugly villager slander, established relationship (can be platonic or romantic)
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Argenti: Your fellow knight of beauty grows quite fond of the game, immediately finding the freedom of creativity in decoration endearing. He always gives you compliments on your OOTD, and takes screenshots whenever you design a new area on your island. Argenti gave himself the gardening job- spending his bells on red rose seeds. He gets proficient in following the flower guide, and is very proud of himself if he ever gets a golden rose on your island. He loves the villagers, finding them each very cute, and even beauty in the "ugly" villagers. "Did you see the villagers wearing the red rose on their head? I must say I am flattered they love it so much. Though, I am more happy that they appreciate the beauty of our island." He enjoys documenting the beautiful places in your island with photos <3
Aventurine: From the beginning he points out the fact that Tom Nook is a capitalist, which makes you roll your eyes thinking he thinks this game is silly. However, it is quite the opposite as it doesn't take him long to get out of his home loan debt and is somehow extremely lucky. It's unfair to you that he could just log in on any given day and have the best deal for turnips. However because you are his favourite he says heâs willing to buy you whatever you want, he guesses. He happens to be able to catch rare species like the Coelacanth, and it infuriates you but you really can't be if it's helping the museum. "445 bells per turnip, sounds like music to my ears~" "What's that? You want this violin? Well I guess I could spare you a few bells... is one million okay?"
Blade: Let's not kid ourselves here- it takes a lot of convincing and help from Silver Wolf to get him to even be in the presence of Animal Crossing. He says he would much rather stand and look at the wall (SW: "You already do that everyday"). Eventually he sits himself next to you, and listens to your giddy rambling about what to do in the game while he puts on a serious face not saying anything. After the preliminary tutorial/startup gameplay, he finally says, ââŚwhy is this rat harassing me for money.â However, the loans aren't the worst but the villagers chasing him down are. He purposely ignores them and grumbles when you tell him to answer ):/. He prefers to watch you play, but because he sees you smile and laugh at his sarcastic comments, he thinks it's not so bad.
Boothill: He's definitely down to try it out, but he ends up being a bit of a troll. He doesn't really mind cute/ugly villagers, until he judges them for what they say. âThatâs right, (y/n) did catch all those fish.â âDid he just ask me if he could call me Muffin.â âWHAT DO YOU MEAN I GOTTA PAY ANOTHER LOAN?!!?â Yeah⌠he quickly feels the grindy-ness, complaining that Tom Nook was working him like a forkinâ dog. A little bit of comical rage, but he wonât lie he is enjoying it. He also asks if there are any guns and he is disappointed, so he opts for the net. He's a little rough and rowdy, but he does it in style. That being said, he 100% spends his extra bells on a cowboy outfit.
Dan Heng: He agrees instantly- aw :(. He knows you (and March) have been begging him to play. Heâs is fairly good at it- gets out of the tent quickly, masters catching creatures, a nicely organized house⌠Heâs quite resourceful too, chopping down trees and going to mystery islands to farm the heck out of it. The villagers love him, both of you often seeing them run to him with the little sparkly flowers. And even though he's normally serious, you can't help but fawn over how sweet he is with the villagers. "...She wants to call me Shmoopy, do I-" "YES." Villagers asking him to catch a fish? He's immediately on it. He remembers their names and treats them like real people :(
Dr. Ratio: "Is it educational?" Bro is such a nerd. You deadpan at him, and sass him for expecting this to be IXL or something. He is also one to get through the tutorial part easily. You expected him to be overly critical of the game, but he finds appreciation in the museum: both the creatures and the art. Is it a farfetched idea that I think he'd know how to tell the reals and fakes right off the bat? "Do you really think Da Vinci spilled coffee on his work?" At least it saves you the troubles of wasting your bells and getting a fake. I think your island would not be a mess, and would have at least a few statues (you know the ones) which add his touch to it.
Gallagher: Honestly he's happy as long as he gets a little area for himself. Kind of a wild card this one- somehow calm and chaotic at the same time, and it's puzzling because how is he doing such weird things with a straight face? Trolls the villagers quite a bit (he's lucky ACNH villagers are nice) by hitting them with a net (just once though) and giving them different catchphrases every time they ask. "Why is Bob saying 'spaghettini' at the end of his sentences?" "Um, because I thought it'd be funny? Also I'm kinda hungry so-" "Gallagher ):/" Despite the randomness, he is wholesome at times. He is also one to compliment your new outfit, and stargaze with you on the new area you decorated.
Gepard: He's busy so you weren't expecting too much from him, but he takes pride in having a well-rounded island. He gets so excited when he catches a new species that you don't have yet- what a cutie. Also goes full throttle when there's a bug-off or fishing tourney. Despite being a video game, I feel like there will be some way he messes up taking care of plants. The flowers overgrow, the turnips rot, and he doesn't understand why the trees aren't growing? But with some tips from you along with your island designing skills, your island rank moves up and he is BEAMING. "Zucker asked about you." "...he did?" "Mhm, he asked how you were doing, and said he saw you laying out pathways on the island."
Jing Yuan: He finds it so cute when you ask him to play. Lowkey like Blade where he likes watching your happy expressions when playing. He's happy that this game provides him a way to relax while not getting bored. Secretly an enjoyer of villager drama: "Wolfgang wants to apologize to Audie with this present. What happens if I don't deliver it?" "Again? Ah, just give it to her quickly." "...what if I don't." "...Jing Yuan." Oddly I feel like he'd enjoy the group stretching (what an old man), and encourages you to join. Like the "Dozing General" he is, there will be times when he's inactive and gets the bed head.
Luocha: You weren't expecting him to enjoy the game, but he's surprisingly willing to be resourceful. His storage is full of materials, which you scold him for because this is the reason for his empty undecorated house. But he always has things you need so you can't exactly complain. Also one to be pretty smart with managing bells and resources, able to maximize their worth. When the island gets visitors like Label or Flick, he has items ready. "Luocha... where did you get that coat?" "This? It's a designer piece, from Miss Label." I'd say he does have a sense of beauty in design, so thankfully your island is gorgeous.
Sampo: Sympathizes with Redd like a true scammer. "Aw look, he just needs a bit of money to get started... he even gave us a 'cousin's discount'." However, a rivalry starts with Redd when Sampo's first art piece turned out to be fake (scammer gets scammed moment). He asks if he can be the salesman that he's supposed to be. When villagers run up to him to offer bells for an item he has, he accepts thinking it'll get him a deal along the way. Unfortunately friendship gets you nowhere in terms of home loans. I'd say he's pretty good with the turnip stonks, so there's a balance. Also TRASH ISLAND. I'm sorry, but your man is a hoarder, "But what if I need this?" (Literally me.)
Welt: When you ask him to play he asks why the animals are crossing. He finds the style and characters are so cute, and he can see why you enjoy it. This is definitely a way he gets in touch with his "youthful" side. He loves the creative freedom in the game, even getting indecisive about how to design your island, and thinking of what outfit to wear. He once made a simple t-shirt for fun, but was surprised when he saw a villager wearing it. It'd be so cute and funny when he learns new emotes- and he just spams them with a straight face. Not gameplay related, but I feel like in his free time he'd draw you both in villager form <3.
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SECRETS OUT
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Female!motocross!Reader
Genre: Fluffy, Social media-smau
Warning(s): translated French, language? Use of Y/N
A/N: So this is my first post on here, Iâm open to constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy, Stay hydrated xoxo
Synopsis: Charles and you soft launch your relationship - fc: multiple
Y/nforeal
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Y/nforeal get yourself a guy that buys you flowersđš
User1 since when was mother in a relationshipđĽ˛
User2 is this my new father?
Yourbff you two make me feel extremely singleđđŠˇ
User3 tell us who he is!!
Y/nforeal Dw baby, you still my #1đŠˇđĽđŠˇđĽ
Yourbff Love youuuu xoxo
User4 Who are we going to rant to about being lonely nowâŚ
User5 Mother has turned to the dark sideđ
User6 this is sickening⌠carry on
User7 father??
User8 so we not gunna talk about the first pic?
User9 ikr like itâs only the start, Iâm scared of whatâs to comeđ¤
lilymhe ugh itâs a male
alex_albon ???
Y/nforeal Gf, I have an ideaâŚ
lilymheâŚgo onâŚ
Y/nforeal right so, me, you white dresses=wives�??
lilymhe đđ
alex_albon tf just happed?
User10 so does this mean heâs an F1 driver?
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charles_leclerc so how is everyone doing?
User7 now what is thisâŚ
User11 twt is bout to go crazyđ
User2 Y/n in the likes?
User14 whoâs Y/n
User2 Y/n L/n is a motocross racer, you should check her out
User14 thanks đ
Y/nforeal now who took that picđ¤
charles_leclerc I donât know, I think she was a crazy fan
Y/nforeal đđ
User3 oh so this is happening rn
User4 you see it too?
User3 oh I see it alrightâŚ
User15 you guys are dululu..
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Y/nforeal My back arched like a cat...đđď¸
User1 that is so sick
User5 I can hardly do whips yetđ
Y/nforeal keep working, youâll get there eventuallyđŠˇ
User5 Omg ty, I love you so much!
Yourbff Iâm still the cool oneđ
Y/nforeal you sure about that?
Yourbff Fine, that pic makes you look cooler that normalđ
Y/nforeal love you tođŠˇ
charles_leclerc đ
carlossainz55 mateâŚwtf
Y/nforeal đŤĄ
User6 is this confirmation orrr..
User7 let him cook
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc the not so secret secret, je t'aime ma chèreâ¤ď¸đ(I love you my darling)
Y/nforeal I love you moreâ¤ď¸đŤś
User7 I FUCKING KNEW IT!
User2 I waited a while for this one
oscarpiastri Lando is asking to be unblocked
charles_leclercđŤĄ
Y/nforeal đŤĄ
landonorris FINALLY I AM FREE FROM MY RESTRAINTS đ
Y/nforeal you know why you were restricted
landonorris I do not!
oscarpiastri You canât help your self when you start gossiping you canât stopđ¤
charles_leclerc what he said^
Y/nforeal
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Y/nforeal does this mean I get to be horny for this man on main?đ
charles_leclerc come back to bedđ
carlossainz55 there are children present..
landonorris I am children
oscarpiastri ^^^
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