#imagine: you’re in a villain attack and you’re suddenly picked up in strong arms and are surrounded by the smell of freshly baked cookies

[shiggybrainr0t]

the symbol of peace just saw my panties?!

warnings: one creep, reader wears panties but is otherwise gn, not really edited very well probably

you’re standing in your underwear and a big T-shirt outside you’re apartment building in the middle of December with every single other person that lives in the building.

you were rudely awakened by the fire alarm going off in the building loudly, and after jumping five feet in the air and realizing that no, you didn’t dream it, you jump up to start pulling on pants. soon after however, you heard the night clerk pounding on doors telling everyone to evacuate quickly because there was a fire on the fifth floor. you got tangled in the left leg, and were hopping around before the clerk got to your door. his urgency spurred you on out the door, barely having the mind to put your slippers on as you fled. so here you are, pantless, shifting from leg to leg in what you used to deem your pajamas.

your arms are crossed tightly across your chest, trying to keep what little modesty you had left. it seems you weren’t doing that great of a job as the creepy guy from 4B was leering at you openly.

you were just about to yell at him-what were you going to say? probably a slur of curse words and how you could kick his ass even in your panties- when a thick blanket was suddenly draped around you and large, scarred hands where on your shoulders.

turning around quickly, you were shocked to see the symbol of peace smiling down at you gently. deku was clad in his hero suit, and was big. like, really big. you had only ever seen him on tv, so you never realized just how big he actually was. you don’t know how the boy you watched on television during his first sports festival became this hunk of a man. he also smelled really good. kind of woodsy, and all cozy home baked cookies in a cute tin.

as you were gawking at him, mouth hanging open a little, deku shifted a little to block you from the 4B creep’s line of sight. he pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and gave you another smile as he patted your shoulders gently.

“are you alright?”

his voice was smooth, and soft. not too deep but not high pitched either. you think to yourself that anyone would be calmed whenever he was talking to them. you always had thought he had a nice voice whenever you heard him in the television, but in person it was even smoother and softer. blinking out of your stupor, you nod quickly, before gasping in horror. the rising hero deku, who on the fast track at becoming number one, has seen you in your panties.

deku smiles at you again (that famous blinding smile that before tonight you had never seen in person) before stating “don’t be embarrassed! this isn’t the first time I’ve seen someone in their underwear.”

you can only blink at him in surprise, and it dawns on him what his statement implies as he looks at your expression.

“no- wait not like that, well I mean-“

he stops his stumbling whenever you have to muffle your laughter. his grin turns shy, and he brings a hand up to rub the back of his neck.

“um, anyway. the fire was just a toaster, everything is fine. you should be able to go back inside soon.”

your relief is palpable, and deku gives you one last grin before waving at you and walking away. you watch as he approaches 4B creep, the guy’s eyes widening drastically at whatever look deku gives him, and swings his arm around 4B’s shoulders and starts waking towards the edge of the crowd. deku turns to look at you one last time over his shoulder, giving you a wink.

[elftwink]

no thoughts only taakitz superhero/villain coffeeshop au. taako’s power is shapeshifting but he has a cool gun from lup. kravitz’s power is Big Fuckin Scythe With Unspecified Abilities. also there was no time to get into it but fantasy starbucks isn’t a real starbucks it’s a borderline illegal unaffiliated bootleg starbucks that taako and lup own. like dumb starbucks was.

By all rights, it should have been a fairly routine night for the Reaper. Go out, stop some crimes, arrive just in time to prevent whatever scheme the Mongoose had cooked up this week, exchange some one liners, make some threats that essentially amounted to ‘same time next week?’, the works. A regular Tuesday as a superhero in Neverwinter.

But Kravitz is tired, and more than a little distracted, so he’s not doing so hot on the one liners, and the Mongoose’s attacks are a little closer than they would normally be. He doesn’t even have a good excuse, it’s not like he’s injured, or that he has anything pressing to think of.

It was just— this morning his barista (who he may or may not have been harbouring a small crush on) had mentioned offhand that he thought the Reaper was ‘probably hot under the stupid all-black getup’, and Kravitz didn’t really know what the protocol was for someone complimenting your alter-ego was.

“I think if you were gonna go for the strong silent type, you had to start doing it months ago. Now it’s just acting like an asshole. Are you mad at me?” the Mongoose cuts into his thoughts, firing off another few missiles from his stupid umbrella gun (Umbrastaff, he called it, although it was a gun and not a staff so Kravitz had no idea why he insisted on calling it that).

“We are literally fighting as we speak,” says Kravitz, playing up the cockney accent, spinning his scythe to deflect the missiles off the blade, sending them ricocheting around the room. He’d said something like ‘how can you tell’ to Taako— the barista (well, they’d been on a first name basis for a few weeks, so, Taako), and he’d said ‘I can just tell’ which was not at all helpful in getting Kravitz through the conversation without saying or doing something to give himself away.

He’d almost given Taako his number, but how was he going to justify that? Hey, it’s me under the all black getup. Do you want to go out sometime? As if.

“You can have fights without being fuckin’ rude,” says the Mongoose, firing off another few rounds, which Kravitz deflects again, advancing on him.

“You’re right, sorry. I’m a bit scattered. Not exactly my A game.” As if to prove his point, the Mongoose easily dodges his next couple swings with the scythe, not even bothering to leave his range.

“Clearly. I mean, normally you’re at least close enough that I can feel the breeze from your sword.”

“It’s not a sword, and you know that.” Kravitz brings down the scythe in the space where the Mongoose was only seconds before, having already backflipped out of the way and landed a few metres back. Show off. Not that Kravitz had room to complain about that. The Mongoose spins to face him again, at least this time seemingly aware of what a close call that was. He’s tense, and his hair, which Kravitz supposes has thus far been hidden underneath his costume, has come somewhat unravelled, black braid falling to the middle of his back.

It seems... familiar?

He doesn’t have time for that right now. Kravitz draws back the scythe, feeling the hum of energy under his fingers, swinging again, and—

“Wait! Time out!” the Mongoose puts up a hand and Kravitz, for who knows what reason, stops his scythe mid-swing. The familiarity sticks, so it’s not just a trick of the light. It takes him a second to place, but the hairstyle... it looks a lot like a certain barista he’d been spending all night thinking about.

He shakes his head, trying to clear it. It’s because he has Taako on the brain, is all. Besides, he has other things to worry about besides seeing his crush in his enemy. Namely the fight currently happening with said enemy. “What? You can’t call a time out.”

“I just did,” says the Mongoose, fishing through his pockets and pulling out several bobby pins, sticking them in his mouth so he can use both hands to fix his hair. Kravitz blinks, still trying to shake off the sense of deja vu, but it won’t quit nagging him. “It’s a whole safety issue to leave long hair down.”

“It’s still in a braid,” retorts Kravitz.

“Somebody never took Foodsafe.” the Mongoose gives him a lopsided grin that Kravitz fucking knows he’s seen before, and suddenly it’s more than just passing familiarity, and how could he possibly have not noticed before, and— the Mongoose finishes putting up his hair, raising an eyebrow at Kravitz and his private crisis. “Alright. Ready—”

“You work at Fantasy Starbucks,” blurts Kravitz, without even thinking about it. The Mongoose stops dead in his tracks, and Kravitz can see his eyes widen even behind the mask. He splutters for a moment, and then seems to find his footing, already ready with a snarky remark.

“Yeah, well— your accent is fake.”

Shit. He’d forgotten. At the only time so far that having it would have been useful too. Still, he pushes it out of his mind; the Mongoose hadn’t denied it. And, well, he’s already solidly derailed this fight, so he might as well get some real confirmation out of it.

“...Taako? It is you, isn’t it?”

“Just who the fuck are y—” The Mongoose— Taako— levels the Umbrastaff at him, and then stops again. “...Kravitz?”

Well. Shit. Again. Kravitz doesn’t bother to affirm that; his silence is more than enough confirmation. One of them has to say or do something, but the seconds stretch on.

“You’re telling me I said all that shit to your face this morning?” says Taako.

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?”

“Uh, yeah—” Taako is backing up now, and they’ve fought enough times that Kravitz knows when the Mongoose is looking for an escape route; Kravitz’s feet still feel glued to the floor, even when Taako reaches the window, fingers already turning to talons around the Umbrastaff. Taako breaks the glass (because of course he does, even though the windows aren’t even fucking locked), breaking eye contact with Kravitz in order to swing his legs through the window before his form changes too much. “Look, this is like, a lot right now, and I— I’m getting the fuck out of here,” he says, and then drops. Whatever had been keeping Kravitz in place, slack jawed, ends as soon as Taako leaves his sight, and he’s moving before he has time to think about it.

“Wait—!” Kravitz runs for the window, but by the time he gets there, the bird clutching the Umbrastaff is nearly out of sight.

Well. That could have gone better.

***

Kravitz doesn’t go for his coffee the next day. Or the next day, either, although the day after that he’s sick of making his own coffee. And frankly, he misses chatting with Taako. Even if the guy was trying to kill him like once a week. He couldn’t just avoid this forever.

Still, the fact that Taako is working cash when he comes in makes him want to turn tail and run back home. He conjures up the memory of yesterday’s shitty coffee and pushes onward. The shop is mostly empty still, so there’s no line.

“The usual?” says Taako, like nothing abnormal has happened.

“Please,” says Kravitz, and then, before he can chicken out entirely, adds, “Uhm, do you have a few minutes?”

“My shift isn’t over until—”

“I’ll cover you,” comes Lup’s voice from the back room; she pokes her head out and gives Taako a look that is clearly significant, but that Kravitz can’t quite puzzle out. “Take five minutes after you’re done making his coffee.”

Taako scowls at her, and she smiles brightly before heading to the back again.

“Okay. I guess I have five minutes. Talk to you after I make your coffee.”

Kravitz nods, and goes to hover around the pickup counter, pretending to be interested in things on his phone. Taako makes his coffee in a ceramic mug, which at least means he doesn’t want Kravitz to get the fuck out as soon as possible, so that’s... something.

Taako slides the finished coffee across the counter, circling around to join Kravitz on the customer side as Kravitz grabs the mug.

“Lup!” he hollers, and then starts walking towards one of the corner booths without checking to see if his sister is headed to cash or if Kravitz is following. Kravitz does, though, sliding himself into the seat opposite Taako, hands wrapped tightly around the mug.

Taako speaks first. “To be honest, I kinda thought you would rat me out.”

“That would be shitty of me, to just sic authorities on your place of work without so much as a warning.”

“So is this the warning?”

“No,” says Kravitz, taking a sip of his coffee, “I... can’t really make coffee without burning it. And this is the only place for miles with tolerable muffins.”

Taako cracks a grin, like Kravitz knew he would. “Flattery will get you nowhere.” His smile falls, and he crosses his arms and leans back. “So. Reaper. Why didn’t you rat me out?”

Why indeed. Kravitz takes another sip of his coffee and thinks for a second, not even sure himself what his explanation will be once he starts talking.

“It didn’t seem... fair. You’re less of a villain and more of a pain in my ass—” Kravitz ignores Taako’s indignant noise and keeps talking, “—and while we always have cause to fight when on the clock, you’re not doing anything that I feel needs to leave the bounds of those... work hours, I guess.”

Taako is trying to pick him apart with his gaze; it’s something he’s been subjected to several times, although normally in costume, and in retrospect it’s difficult to imagine how he spent so long not noticing the Mongoose in Taako.

Whatever Taako is looking for, he must find it, because he relaxes a bit, and shoots him a lazy grin. “Plus, Mongoose related insurance just got rolling and it would be fuckin’ rude to take me out of commission before anyone got to use theirs.”

Kravitz laughs. “Sure.” He’s silent for a second, before adding, “You aren’t planning on revealing my secret identity, are you? Awfully rude of you to double cross me like that.”

“Wha— You didn’t even give me a chance to respond! Maybe I wasn’t!”

“Were you?”

“I was,” admits Taako, not even pretending to look sheepish. Kravitz raises his eyebrows, and Taako shrugs. “Oh, like you didn’t think about revealing my secret identity? And could you imagine the hype if I unmasked the Reaper? I was tempted.” He sighs. “But I figured then you’d have no reason to keep my identity a secret. No way am I risking a backfire like that.”

It sounds callous, but Kravitz has been talking to Taako almost daily for months; at this point, he can pretty reliably pick up on when Taako isn’t being entirely truthful about something.

“Hmm. Then I suppose it’d be in my best interest not to tell you that I wouldn’t reveal your identity even if you revealed mine?”

Taako narrows his eyes. “Why not?”

Kravitz makes a face. “It’s just in poor taste. I just think we all go through all the trouble to hide who we are and use these powers for good— or whatever it is you do— that it’s always going to be such a low blow to reveal who we are. There might be times where it’s necessary, but petty revenge is not one of them.”

Taako’s expression hasn’t changed; if anything, he’s narrowed his eyes more. “God, you are like— fuckin’ irritatingly nice. Fine. I wasn’t going to reveal your identity. That would be fuckin’ annoying to deal with. Plus I’m having fun.”

“Fun?”

“Oh don’t— don’t fucking lie to me. I know you’re having fun out there too. With your stupid accent and one liners and shit.”

“Alright, alright,” says Kravitz, rolling his eyes. “But I’m not supposed to be having fun, so keep it quiet.”

“See, that’s why I market myself as a villain. No dumb rules.” He puts an elbow on the table and leans on his hand. “Why do you have a fake accent anyway?”

Heat rises to Kravitz’s face, and he’s hoping he looks less embarrassed than he feels. “It’s my— I do it so people don’t recognize my voice.”

Taako laughs. “Well, it doesn’t really do that if you immediately stop using it when you realize you might know someone.”

“I was caught off guard!” defends Kravitz. “It’s not every day you find out your nemesis is your barista.”

“Nemesis, huh?” Taako grins. “Didn’t realize it was that serious to you. You know I have other heroes to fight.”

Kravitz rolls his eyes again. “I don’t see how you have the time, considering how often you’re causing trouble for me.”

Taako laughs, and it’s so contagious and the whole conversation is so surreal Kravitz can’t help but laugh too, before they both lapse into a comfortable, if drawn out, silence.

“So, uh,” says Taako eventually, “what now?”

“Well,” says Kravitz, “I want to keep coming in for coffee in the mornings. And I assume the Mongoose will continue with... whatever chaos it is you currently have planned.”

“It’s not chaos,” insists Taako, “I have plans. But yeah. And I assume the Reaper is gonna show up and throw a wrench in those plans?”

“Yes, probably. So we’ll just be enemies by night...” Kravitz trails off, not entirely sure how to refer to their by day relationship. Friends? Potential love interests? Acquaintances? There’s a few seconds of awkward silence before Kravitz gives up entirely.

Taako pulls and pen and a napkin out of his pocket, jotting something down and pushing it towards Kravitz.

“Here’s, uh, here’s my number. If you give me a heads up five minutes before you get here, we can have your coffee ready by the time you walk in. If you’re nice to me out there.”

“I don’t take bribes,” says Kravitz, grabbing the napkin and pulling out his phone to type in the number.

“That wasn’t a bribe, it was a threat. You don’t even wanna know what I’ll do to your coffee if you fuck me up.”

Kravitz doesn’t bother to point out that neither of them have ever caused any extreme bodily harm to one another and instead says, “So you’re asking me to go easy on you? I thought you were having fun.” He sends Taako a ‘hey it’s kravitz’ text before he has time to second guess himself.

“Could you stop poking holes in my threats? You’re harshing my fuckin’ vibe, Krav.” He sounds irritated, but Kravitz can see the smile tugging at his lips as he texts Kravitz a couple of skull emojis. “I should get back to work before my sister kicks my ass,” he says, standing back up. “I’ll see you tonight, nemesis.” Then he turns on his heels and heads back to the counter, saying something to Lup as he walks by. Kravitz watches him disappear into the back room.

Tonight.

Kravitz had better make sure he had hung his cloak up to dry.

[lowkeyorloki]

lbd

After a fight with Loki, you wear the smallest dress you can to an Avengers press event...

(smut smut smut)

~

The party was awful.

Stark’s press events often were. It was interesting, how the media had changed over the past eight years. In 2012, you and the rest of the Avengers would only be seen on news stations. Now, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to for your names to be in tabloids next to celebrities like Taylor Swift or Noah Centineo. The team wasn’t just heroes anymore, you were public figures as well.

Hence the formal attire, the flashing cameras, the expensive wine. These events only happened about once a year- they were manageable. Just a pain. Besides, you always had Loki to endure them with.

Except, not tonight. And so, the party was awful, not just boring.

The argument you had with Loki last night carried over into today, and when you were asking him about the event, he gave you no answer. Never in a million years did you think he would ignore during this. The press, the world, had never really forgiven him for New York. He was hated by the general public. It didn’t help it was a well-known fact he was with you: you, the youngest Avenger. You, who had been America’s golden girl until Loki corrupted you.

That was what everyone liked to say. Really, you just got older. And cynical. You couldn’t fight the worst of the worst throughout the universe and remain idealistic. 

You and Loki had to stick together for public appearances. The reporters tore you to shreds if you didn’t. And besides that... You didn’t like not being around the god. It was so much better to face things with him. You were together. Even when things were tense, the two of you could always lean on each other. That was the nature of your relationship.

And yet, here you were, halfway through your third glass of champagne, giving Steve a half-hearted smile as he spoke. Every so often, your eyes scanned the large hall, eventually falling on Loki. He avoided your gaze each time.

You wanted to be angry, or bitter. That’s what you felt earlier today when he wouldn’t speak to you. Loki wordlessly dressed in his suit, looked you up and down in your floor length dress, and left your shared room. In a fit of rage, you had dug through your closet for something that would anger him. No, not anger. That wasn’t the right word.

Entice him. Make him protective. Despite your life with him, you were still seen as the innocent Avenger. The normal girl who stumbled into justice. You never wore short or form fitting clothes anywhere there would be cameras. You were modest. That was the role you were pidgeonholed into. Social media, combined with constant interest and exposure, ensured that. In 2020, half of being an Avenger was perception. Every team member was an archetype. Every team member adhered to that. Outwardly, at least.

So when nothing in your closet would accomplish what you wanted, you raided Natasha’s. She helped you pick out something no one would expect you to wear: A silky black body con dress. When you tried it on, it barely came halfway down your thighs. There was little left to the imagination, considering its length and low neckline. 

You paired it with heels, and painted your nails Loki’s shade of green. Natasha gathered your hair into a messy bun, leaving your neck exposed. Even Wanda joined in, brushing sparkles over your collarbone. You looked unlike you ever had before.

Honestly, you looked like Natasha did on a daily basis. That brought you some amount of comfort, knowing you wouldn’t be sticking out. But it went without saying you didn’t look like yourself, and no one had ever seen you like this. The press would have a field day.

But it wasn’t them you cared about. The only person you were thinking about was Loki.

And he didn’t even do a double take. When you first walked into the room, his eyes rested on you just a second. Then he turned away.

So you didn’t find yourself angry like you were just a few hours before this. When Loki ignored you, you only felt... Sad. Empty, almost. You had been upset with each other for less than a full day, but you missed him. If there was no animosity between you two, Loki’s hand would be on the small of your back right now, and he would be whispering into your ear. Sharing jokes about everyone at the party, wrapped up in each other.

You fought so little. It was something you weren’t used to. 

“Hey.” Steve sticks an elbow into your ribs, pulling you from your thoughts. Next to him, Bucky wears a worried expression. “You okay?”

You sigh. Tipping your head back, you drain the rest of your drink and then nod.

“I’m fine, Steve.” he looks uncertain. “I mean it. I can last one night without him. Just because I’m in a relationship doesn’t mean I’m any less independent.”

“I believe that.” Steve agrees.

“You only believe her because that’s how you are.” Bucky grins at Steve, leaning over to steal a quick kiss from Captain America. Steve smiles, just barely, and holds Bucky’s hand in his own after the dark-haired man pulls back. Your eyes flicker away, but a genuine smile grows on your lips. You love to see your friends happy. They deserve it, your whole team does. 

It’s moments like these, when Steve is focused on Bucky and you on Loki, you remember you and Steve used to date. It seems like a completely different time, but it wasn’t even ten years ago.

You were with Steve when Loki attacked New York.

“I’m going for a refill.” you state. Both men look uncertain. You pay it no mind. “Do either of you want anything?” 

They shake their heads in response, so you make your way over to the bar. There’s no one there, not even the bartender, which bothers you at first. Then you realize it’s exactly what you need. Just a few minutes alone to clear your head. The bar is in same room as everyone else, so classical music and conversation are all around you. Still, you manage to find solace.

It’s quickly interrupted. 

“Hello, darling.”

Loki.

His breath tickles the back of your neck as he speaks. As soon as you’re aware of his presence, his smell envelops you. You shiver, noticing how close he must be to you.

You don’t turn around.

“Hi Loki.” you greet him back, eyes forward. You voice almost shakes, and you exhale, willing yourself to keep cool. Loki was always so calm and collected, something he used as a weapon. Clearly, even against you.

Loki hums, and his fingers softly begin to dance over your bare shoulder. 

“You look different,” he states. “With those shoes, you almost reach my height. But darling, you have never looked so small.” Loki’s voice drops on that last word, and a wave of heat flashes through your body. You set your glass down on the counter next to you, worried whatever Loki does next will cause you to drop it.

“Funny.” you say. “I don’t feel small.” You know Loki, know what the word small is code for. “Or weak.”

Loki tuts, and his large hands slide from your shoulders to your hips. Your dress is so short that his pinkies lay on your bare skin.

“No, I suppose you don’t.” Loki leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he talks. You can’t help it, you tremble, your surroundings beginning to fade away as you focus on the god. “I bet you felt quite powerful, teasing me in this dress. Talking to Steve Rogers.” Suddenly, Loki pulls you into him, and you gasp. His length presses completely against your ass, and you are barely able to bite back a moan.

This is harder than you’ve ever felt him. Your breathing becomes hitched, but Loki’s strong grip keeps you glued to him. His fingers dig into your hips, and you’re sure there will be bruises tomorrow.

“Did you think,” Loki rolls his hips against you, causing a mewl to escape your lips. “...that I would forget your past with Rogers? That it had just, slipped my mind that he is the only man you have ever laid with besides myself?” Loki’s lips connect with the crook of your neck, pressing wet kisses there that are anything but gentle. “Or was that the point? To make me jealous?” Loki’s next words shake you the most. “Can you even count the amount of times I have been inside you?”

Just like that, his hands relax, and you begin to catch your breath.

“Smile.” Loki points, and you notice the groups of reporters making their way to you, cameras flashing. Loki pivots, turning both of you so you face the them. He drops one hand to his side, but the other snakes around your waist. It won’t be obvious in the photos, but his fingers are dangerously close to your heat, filling you to the brim with want.

Just as you manage to get yourself under control, the cameras begin flashing. You force a smile, and when you look at Loki, he’s staring straight ahead, expressionless.

You hated getting photos taken, knowing the headlines they would be paired with. But Loki hates it even more. You were always the victim in the media’s eyes, but Loki had never outgrown the villain. He worked so hard to be good, so hard to change. And for what? No one believed him, save for you and his brother.

Your heart grows heavy, and despite the fight, despite the teasing that left you melting in his arms, you want Loki to know you appreciate him. 

You tug on the front of his suit jacket, capturing his attention. Loki looks down at you, confusion in his eyes. You reach forward, placing your hand on the back of his neck and tugging him down so his lips met yours.

It was filthy, the way he kissed you in front of the press. Loki once again pulled you to him, your chests pressed together. He laid his hand on your back, and thank god he did, because it kept you grounded. Your teeth clacked together more than once, and Loki gave you no opportunity to gather yourself before he sucked on your bottom lip. Your were eyes closed, but you still heard as the reporters went wild, cameras snapping as they each tried to get the juiciest shot.

Loki was the one who ended the kiss, tugging away from you. He took your hand in his, waving with the other. In the crowd, you could see Steve standing in shock, arm around Bucky’s waist. Stark was next to them, looking furious.

Loki makes eye contact with you before he briskly walks away, tugging you with him. You have no time to ask where it is he’s taking you before you somehow slip into the kitchen unnoticed.

The kitchen staff stops, and you realize what this must look like to them. Loki, with a hungry look in his eyes, and you, swollen lips and practically half-naked. Jesus, was this where you thought the night was going?

“Get out.” Loki addresses the staff. They share glances, unsure of whether to listen. Loki sighs. “We are two hours into a four hour party. No one ever comes for food, they just want to drink. You are no longer needed. Now, get,” Loki’s irises flash green. “...out.”

They listen then, rushing out of the doors and through the backroom that will lead them from the building. The locks on each door click shut, surely a result of Loki’s magic. 

“You.” you squirm under the god’s harsh gaze. “Are a very. Stupid. Girl.” with each step Loki takes forward, you take one backwards, until your back is against the tiled wall. Your heart begins beating fast. You look to Loki’s pants, taking in the tent. Your heart rate accelerates even more.

He places his hands on the wall, one on either side of your face, trapping you with him. Wordlessly, Loki begins sucking on your collarbone, his lips moving down your breasts until they hit the neckline on your dress. Your eyes roll back, and you grip Loki’s hair tight. He rams his knee in between your thighs, and you cry out. 

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” he rolls his hips, and now that you’re alone, you can feel and experience it to the fullest expense. Your mouth falls open as Loki presses his clothed length against your clothed sex, moaning and letting out a string of curses. “Look at me, darling.” You listen, obeying Loki as he removes his knee. 

Loki makes full eye contact as he takes your left breast in his hands, kneading and massaging you as he gauges your reactions. You begin panting, and soon enough, Loki grabs the front of your dress with both hands and rips it, exposing your bare breasts.

You hiss at the sudden cold, but it doesn’t last long as Loki sucks on your nipple, running his calloused thumb other the other. Loki swirls his tongue, and you whimper, arching your back. As the sensation builds inside you, Loki takes a steps back, drinking in the sight of you.

“The media won’t soon forget this. Until now, the worst they had caught us doing was holding hands.” he growls. His lips are redder than usual, and his hair was messy because of your fingers in it. “I can imagine the scolding from Stark.”

“Who cares about Stark? You just ruined Natasha’s dress.” you say, your voice strained. His absence is noticeable, and your body aches for Loki’s touch. He raises an eyebrow.

“Sweet girl, whose fault is that? None of this would ever have happened if you simply dressed appropriately.” the hair on your arms stands up. Loki hums. “I think you should make it up to me. You got us into this mess, did you not?” Loki smirks.

The feeling in your stomach builds up again, lust taking over you. You take off you heels, and sink to your knees. Loki’s pupils dilate as you move closer to him.

You unbuckle his belt, sliding it off and discarding it on the floor next to you. Slowly, you unbutton Loki’s dress pants, your fingers catching on the tip of his underwear as you do.

You want to draw this out, to tease Loki as he teased you. But when you see his hard length, and the damp spot on the cloth holding it, you can’t bring yourself to. Loki is a god, much stronger and faster than you. When you turn to dust, Loki will be as young and full of life as he is now.

But his needs are the same as any other man’s. You’re determined to fulfill them.

You brush your mouth over him, causing Loki’s eyes to close momentarily. When they do, you waste no time exposing him. Loki fingers run through your hair immediately, grasping tightly. You can hear his breathing become just a bit irregular. 

You keep your eyes on Loki’s as you lick him, from shaft to head. You lap at the precum there, then slowly take him into your mouth.

Loki lets out a sigh, his lips parting, and you rub circles onto his hipbones with your thumbs. You bring your arms against your chest, pushing your bare breasts up to make them appear bigger. You want to give Loki the best view possible.

It must have worked, because Loki’s hips buck forward. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you almost gag. Instead, you moan around him. setting a slow pace. Every so often, you flick your tongue across his head, and Loki tugs on your hair when you do.

Loki quivers, and he’s thrown his head back now. His eyes are squeezed shut, his mouth open, and he looks so pleased. Pride washes over you at the thought of you making him feel this way.

You bring your hand up, taking the parts of Loki that your mouth just can’t reach. With the added freedom, you circle his tip, switching up the pressure and surrounding him with your warmth. Carefully, you cup his balls, making sure every part of him is paid attention to.

Loki groaned as you fucked him with your mouth, cheeks hallowed. He begins panting, holding your head even tighter. His shirt has ridden up over his navel, and the sight nearly drives you crazy.

“I’m going to-” you don’t let him finish, picking up the pace until Loki jerks forward, spilling his seed with a curse.

There’s so much, some dribbles out the corners of your mouth before you can swallow it all. Your chests warms at the idea of part of Loki being inside you. You’ve barely leaned back to catch your breath before he’s pulled you up and into a kiss, groaning as he tastes himself on you. Your body becomes slack, relying entirely on Loki’s for support. 

“You’re insatiable.” he says into your mouth. He picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Loki carries you to a nearby counter and sets you atop it.

Your dress is hiked up to your hips now, leaving you covered in just a g-string. As Loki begins to take it off, you stop him.

“Wait.” you say. He stops, giving you a surprisingly soft look. “I just...” you splay your hands across Loki’s strong chest. “I want to see you too.” your voice is quiet. 

Loki places his hands over yours as you unbutton his shirt. You slide it down his shoulders, then trace his collarbones and curve of his abs. Under the fluorescent lights of the kitchen, Loki looks even more pale than usual, the sharp contours of his body illuminated and exposed.

You never grow bored of the sight of him.

Now fittingly bare, Loki’s fingers travel up your thigh and stop at your sex. Similar to you, his gives you a few strokes over your thong before he rids you of it in one fluid motion. He angles himself to you, his tip teasing your entrance as he smirks at your noises. 

He enters you all at once. You bite down on his shoulder, nails raking down his back. You hold tight to Loki as he sinks into you, moving in a slow and almost tantalizing way. There’s sweat on both of your bodies, and despite your exposed state, you feel yourself heat up. 

Loki’s rhythm increases as you adjust to him. His hips move back and forth, and your bodies move in tandem, made for each other. You coo into Loki’s ears, moaning about how good he felt. How breathless he made you, how only he knew how to make you feel this way. No one knew your body like Loki.

The coil inside you finally snaps as Loki hits a pleasure spot deep inside you, and you let out a cry into his shoulder. Loki cums not long after, his body going tense as he rides out the wave of pleasure.

He holds you, rubbing your back as the aftershock rocks through your body. You shake, exhausted and satisfied as you close your eyes for a moment of rest. 

Eventually, Loki sets you back down on the floor. He tugs your dress down over your legs, and tucks stray pieces of hair behind your ears. You watch him wordlessly, allowing him to take of you.

After Loki is dressed himself, he gives you the jacket of his suit to wear.

“Oh.” you look down, remembering he ripped your dress. You slip the jacket on, buttoning it to protect the little modesty you have left.

He takes your hand, leading you to the door and back into the party. Before he does, you stop.

“I’m sorry about our fight.” you say. Loki lets out a chuckle, making you feel silly.

“Oh, sweet girl. After a tryst like this, I can assure you all is forgiven.”

[fanficshiddles]

Tear You To Pieces, Chapter 4

The day that Kelly had been waiting for finally arrived just over a week later. She was finally recovered enough from the attack, aside from still a few bruises and superficial cuts.

Stark felt bad for not leaving protection with her on the jet. She kept telling him it was ok. Loki kept telling him he told him so and he was foolish for putting her in danger. Which wasn’t doing Loki any favours in getting in the Avengers good books.

Kelly so wanted to tell Maria that she had a date. But she needed to keep quiet, not wanting to upset Loki. He had asked her not to tell anyone, so she wasn’t going to break her promise to him.

So she got ready on her own, after making an excuse to the others that she was feeling a bit iffy so wanted an early night. Once she was dressed and had her hair and make-up sorted, she sneaked out of her room and made her way down to the back entrance to meet Loki.

He was already there waiting for her. Her heart beat quickened when she saw him. He was so handsome, wearing a suit, black trousers and jacket with a white shirt and a black tie. It wasn’t often he wore mortal clothes but when he did, it was always with such style.

Loki’s smile grew larger as he looked Kelly up and down. She was deliberately wearing a green dress underneath her leather jacket. Her pulse quickened at the look in Loki’s eyes as she approached him.

‘Why, you look absolutely ravishing, my dear.’ Loki purred and picked up her hand to kiss the back of it politely, making her blush.

‘Thank you. You look really handsome.’ She said shyly.

‘Thank you, pet. Had to look my best for you.’ He winked at her, then he offered her his arm and she accepted, slipping her hand around his arm he led her out of the building to an awaiting taxi.

On the drive to the restaurant Loki had picked, casual chat had Kelly at much more ease and she actually forgot she was on a date with the God of lies and mischief, an ex-villain. She felt so relaxed and comfortable around him.

Loki hopped out of the taxi first and rushed round the car to open her door for her when they arrived. He helped her out too, then slipped his arm around her and they headed inside. He’d booked a nice table by the window at the back, looking out to a nice garden.

‘This is so lovely. Thank you, Loki.’ Kelly smiled as she sat down, Loki of course tucked her chair in for her after helping her with her jacket.

‘I only wish I had asked you out sooner.’ Loki said sheepishly.

They got some wine over to the table, then ordered their food. Kelly just hoped she would actually be able to eat something, she felt so nervous and excited, her stomach was all over the place. But the wine did help to settle her a bit.

‘I must ask, are you wearing my colours on purpose or is it a happy coincidence?’ Loki asked, smirking.

Kelly looked like a deer caught in the headlights. ‘Uhm… I… on purpose.’ She said shyly, downing a big gulp of wine.

Loki chuckled. ‘Well, I am honoured.’

Loki asked about Kelly’s life, about her upbringing. He shared a little of himself too, about growing up on Asgard with Thor. She was glad he was opening up to her.

‘Did you tell anyone about our date?’ Loki asked in the middle of their meal.

‘No, I didn’t. I wanted to tell Maria, but I kept quiet.’ Kelly said honestly.

Loki nodded and looked at her warmly. ‘Good girl. It’s for the best.’

Kelly’s face went bright red as she suddenly became very flustered. She quickly reached for her wine and took a few sips to try and hide her face. Loki was a little confused at first, but then it clicked.

Good girl… She had a praise kink? He was sure of it.

Grinning slightly while he kept on eating, not wanting to make a big deal of it and spook her, he noted that information away in his mind. That could come in very handy indeed.

Luckily for Kelly, he changed the subject swiftly. Saving her from further embarrassment.

‘Have you had many boyfriends?’ Loki asked. She was a lovely woman, for a mortal. He was surprised she didn’t have a boyfriend currently.  

‘I’ve dated a few people over the years, but nothing ever became… official.’ She shrugged after wiping her mouth with her napkin. She had managed to eat more than she thought she would, luckily.

‘I’m surprised no one has snatched you up yet. You’re a wonderful woman, Kelly.’ Loki said, making her smile giddily.

‘I just… I get attached quite easily. I uhm, I learned my lesson from the first guy I dated four years ago. He hurt me pretty bad, so I am trying not to fall so hard so quickly. It’s made me a little more guarded.’

Loki nodded in understanding. ‘I’m sorry to hear that, darling. Love and trust are such fragile things, not something to be taken for granted. I know it has to be earned. Hopefully, I can prove that I might be worthy of at least your time, perhaps more.’

Kelly’s heart melted completely at his words.

He was such a sweet talker. His silver tongue one of his best abilities and one he was always very much thankful for. One that couldn’t be taken away from him.

They didn’t leave straight after finishing their meal. They had a few more glasses of wine first, Kelly was happily tipsy. Loki barely even felt tipsy, mortal alcohol didn’t affect him in the same way. He would need to drink a few bottles of wine before even feeling slightly tipsy.

After the meal when they were ready to leave, there was a car waiting outside to take them home. Loki opened the door for Kelly and helped her in, then he sat in the middle seat so he could be right next to her, their thighs pressed together, making her blush.

Loki turned more towards her on the drive home and he stroked her cheek softly with the back of his hand. ‘You are so beautiful.’ He hummed.

Kelly smiled shyly as he slid his hand down and gently held her chin.

He licked his lips a little as he leaned in, but he paused a moment and looked deep into her eyes. ‘May I kiss you, darling?’ He asked so sweetly.

Kelly felt her heart swelling that he was so sweetly asking permission just to kiss her.

‘Of course! I mean, yes… yes.’ She blushed hard, trying not to seem too over eager. But Loki didn’t seem to mind as he grinned and closed the distance to plant his lips upon hers, his hand slid round to the back of her head to hold her closely. Not that she would want to move away from him, anyway.

She felt like time had stopped as he kissed her gently, his lips were so soft and cool against her. He moved them slowly, moulding with hers. Her entire world was turned upside down, she had dreamed of kissing him for so long now, she never thought it would actually happen. But now it was, it was even better than she had imagined.

Kelly could only hope it was the start of many.

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Later that night, Loki decided to pay her another visit in the middle of the night.

She was sound asleep when he manifested in her room. He was silent as he slowly walked towards her sleeping form in bed. It was quite warm so she had the blanket thrown off her, wearing nothing but a night gown and knickers.

He smirked as he reached the side of her bed. He leaned over her and pressed his palm to her forehead, seeping into her dreams. It was easy, considering Loki was already someone she dreamt and thought about a lot. He wasn’t surprised to find some rather naughty dreams and fantasies about him in her mind.

Using that to his advantage, he manipulated her mind. Making sure she would remain asleep, but also so he could have some form of control over her dreams.

She parted her lips and whispered out his name. That’s when he moved his hand down underneath her night gown and he stroked softly over her abdomen before moving downwards into her knickers. She squirmed a little in her sleep, whimpering softly when his large hand just cupped her at first.

Loki kept his movements steady and careful. He knew his powers weren’t as strong as they should be, so he didn’t want to make a mistake.

Going slow, he slid his fingers through her folds and had to bite back a growl when he discovered she was already getting aroused. Using that to his advantage, he trailed some wetness up over her clit and rubbed it in circles. She started moaning more in her sleep, calling out his name again too.

This is far too easy. Loki thought with a wicked grin as he used his thumb on her clit and began inserting a single finger into her. But he was met with quite a bit of resistance at first, until he managed to ease his way into her with more stimulation on her clit.

‘How interesting.’ He whispered, his cock hardening in his trousers at the realisation she was still a virgin. She was so impossibly tight, even around his slender finger.

She squirmed a little, frowning. ‘No, please… feels weird.’ She whined.

Loki rubbed her clit firmer, while wiggling his finger inside her. Whilst it felt weird for her, he could feel her clamping around his digit in arousal. But her movements were becoming a bit more insistent.

Then her eyes suddenly flew open, but Loki had been able to vanish just a mere second before that. He cursed himself for not being able to hold his powers better, he really needed to get them back properly.

Kelly was breathing hard and a bit sweaty as she turned her light on. She had been so sure that someone, Loki, had actually been there and was touching her. But there was no sign of him at all. And her door was locked, so she knew it couldn’t have been him.

‘That was some vivid dream.’ She muttered to herself and wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her hand.

Even though she felt aroused and uncomfortable between her thighs, she kept telling herself she had just dreamt it. Though it took her heart a while to stop racing.

[whimstories]

Summary: Vague Isekai concept. Marinette is transported into a world she read in a book and comes to fall for the female lead who was drastically misrepresented in the novel. 

A/N: I didn’t expect to write some random scenes today. This isn’t a full story, sadly. I just wanted to post some things I wrote because Marigami needs more content, and this pairing is vastly not given the attention and respect it deserves. 

Enjoy ~ ✨

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“But I don’t wish to be just a man’s wife, I want…I wish to be…”

“But you are!” Marinette exclaimed. 

Kagami’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“You don’t need permission or approval, you’re already a politician. A scholar. A warrior. Your sword is more beautiful than anyone I’ve seen. You don’t need to waste your breath wishing.”

“You say that but—“

“Please don’t contradict me. It hurts me to see you doubting yourself so much when you’re already beyond extraordinary.”

Kagami’s cheeks flushed a rosy color and she looked shyly at the ground. “You’re full of praises today.” 

“Make it more difficult to find praise then,” Marinette grinned. “I wish I had half your virtues.” 

“You’re much more virtuous,” Kagami whispered, sounding almost too sincere. For a moment Marinette’s heart stopped, fluttering with warmth and searing pride. But she covered it with a sip of her tea, knowing better.  

Marinette smiled kindly. “So when are we going to interrupt the men’s meeting on that dreadful land acquisition?”

“We shouldn’t.” Kagami sighed. 

“All the more reason.”

“Adrien would be embarrassed and mother would be furious. I couldn’t possibly.”

“Adrien is a bit…slow at times. I think he’d be elated to see his wonderful fiancée standing for what she believes in. He’s that much of a good man, at least.”

“Yes…he is good,” Kagami glanced at Marinette as if to add something but looked away again in thought. “But mother will hear of it. There’s no returning from disappointing her.”

Marinette hesitated, knowing the fear of failing one’s family. “Your mother is as accomplished as you are, yet I find it odd she doesn’t support your dreams.”

“My mother is a traditionalist. She accomplished much, but she’s calculated and conservative. She’s never acted outside the bounds of societal law. She expects the same of me.”

“You make her sound villainous.”

“Another conservative term for her.”

Marinette bristled in her seat and when Kagami looked at her she lifted a napkin to her mouth where a small amused noise burst from her lips. “She’s not so horrible. I admire my mother in many ways.”

Marinette wished she’d move the napkin so she could view the rare sight of Kagami’s smiles but her eyes also burst with a fondness that was equally as lovely. “But you believe your situation will grow worse if you disobey her.” 

“No...I—“ Kagami sat in silence for a while, then her brows furrowed. “I’ve never disobeyed before,” she finished. 

Marinette looked at her sadly but righted herself with a cross of her arms and feigned a huff. “Kagami, fold your napkin.”

Kagami snapped her head upwards, alert. She slowly did as instructed. “Yes? Why, what’s the matter?”

“Stand.”

Still confused, she stood with the good graces bestowed on her education. 

“Walk towards me please and grab my hand.”

Kagami walked a step before hesitating. Her face seemed to freeze in a panic. “Won’t you tell me why?”

“Can you not do it?” Marinette parried. 

Kagami blinked back, clearly challenged but slowly took Marinette’s hands in a gentle hold. They were soft and warm, yet strong and worn from training. Marinette had to ignore her thrill. “Now, look me straight in the eyes and tell me,” she paused dramatically, “you do not regret eating my pastries.” 

Kagami looked surprised. “They were amazing, I’ll cherish them the rest of my days. Of course, I’d never regret it.”

Oh. Marinette was teasing but the sincerity suddenly made her hands feel very warm. Marinette blinked violently to play off the warmth of her face. “A-and that you do not regret wearing that Louis Forton gown to the last gala.” 

Kagami sighed and her lips fought from curling. The dress was truly a complicated monstrosity that even amnesia couldn’t sear from the mind. “That was unavoidable. I can forgive that much.” 

“And that you won’t regret your arranged engagement.”

Her hands flinched in Marinette’s. “I—of course, I—never would,” she said, stilted, and blatantly looked away from Marinette’s gaze that Marinette was surprised. 

She continued, “And that the feeling of satisfying your mother is more precious than the feeling of picking up a sword.” 

Kagami’s face stilled. Her hands clenched Marinette tightly, but she stared forward in a new sense of wonder. A sense of clarity. Her eyes shone with a wet sheen, like a diamond forming dewdrops. 

She stood a long while, opening and closing her mouth. “Am I allowed such a thing? To not say it?” 

“It would not make you less of a wonderful daughter.”

“But it would make me a selfish one.”

“For a parent, a child could never be selfish. You’ve never been disobedient, so how can you know how she would react?” Marinette said. “And even so, even if she reacted poorly, she is not the one who has to live your life. Endure the choices. It is not your fault you were born a duchess’s daughter, but it is your responsibility to shape what this life has presented you. And so far you have disregarded that responsibility.”

“Then what should I do?” She asked slowly, as if sure no one could have an answer.

“What you want,” Marinette said simply with a shrug and a smile. 

Kagami hummed, staring at Marinette. Marinette could imagine she perhaps admired Marinette’s nativity, and that Marinette’s words meant nothing at all. But it hurt her to see such a wonderful person, a wonderful spirit like Kagami feeling trapped when she had such potential. 

Then Kagami’s face lifted miraculously into a soft smile. A rare and blossoming sight that shone like colors bouncing from her chest. Kagami grasped and lifted Marinette’s hands to her mouth, placing a brief kiss on the tips. Marinette’s face inflamed. 

“Thank you,” Kagami whispered. 

“W-what for?” Marinette laughed nervously, not sure what else to do. “I just told the truth. I hope I wasn’t acting too ridiculous.” 

“You’re never ridiculous. I always enjoy being with you. I’m very glad we’ve met, Marinette.” 

God, this woman is a weapon. I don’t think I can stand. Marinette finally pulled her hands away and contradicted herself by standing with enormous force. 

“Yes, I always enjoy your company too. Gosh, it’s warm. I should go for a walk. Not you though, you should finish your tea. Not that I don’t think you’ll keep up or incapable just—I’ll return, okay?” 

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“Marinette? Are you there?”

“Marinette sat upright and stared disbelieving at her door. “Kagami?” she whispered and ushered to open the door. Kagami stood, swaying slightly at the entrance. 

“Marinette,” she said the name so simply and with sweetness Marinette knew she was not of the right mind. 

“Come inside quickly.” They walked to Marinette’s bed and sat. “Did you drink?”

“The men wanted to have talks in the parlour. I didn’t back down and joined them.”

Marinette became alarmed. “They didn’t harm you or—?”

Kagami shook her head a little dramatically. “Many of them collapsed after I challenged them to some games. I ordered some maids to escort them then…well, I walked here.” 

“Oh,” Marinette snickered. “I wasn’t aware you were an expert at drinking games.” 

“Neither was I.”

Marinette shook her head. Of course, Kagami would be stupendous at something she never tried before. “Well, drunk or not I’m always happy to keep you company.” 

Kagami smiled sweetly again. “I could not think of better company no matter the situation.”

Marinette’s heart squeezed. Two wondrous smiles in one night, Marinette might faint from sight. “You mustn’t say that when Adrien is around,” she joked.

“But I’m sure Adrien knows it as well. I can hardly bear to leave you for a moment.” 

“What about sword training? I bet you couldn’t tell me I’m better company than your most treasured activity?” 

“Even that…perhaps.” 

Marinette's heart thundered against her chest. The room stilled and she felt she must have heard wrong. Nothing could matter more to Kagami, it was in the book. Kagami’s independence was a relationship of love itself, no matter how glorious she was, no one was enough. Yet…perhaps…

“May I…have your hand?” Kagami asked, staring intently at Marinette’s hand against the sheets. Marinette was busy stopping her heart from stuttering out of her chest and now Kagami said something so ridiculously ambiguous and wanted to touch her—Marinette didn’t think she would survive the night let alone the next few minutes. 

“Can I not?” Kagami asked when Marinette took too long. 

Startled, Marinette exclaimed, “Yes! Of course!” louder than proper and presented her hand upwards as if waiting for a palm reader’s forbidding prediction. She hoped it wasn’t obvious how her handle trembled. 

Kagami took her hand gently, the tips of her fingers tickling the back. Their hands slid over one another at various angles: a hook of thumbs, that courteous raise of the fingers, an intertwining of fingers. Marinette’s nerves made the atmosphere feel heavy and electric. Was this not intimate by all standards? Or was she overthinking? Her heart raced and Kagami seemed to languidly test all the ways their hands would fit as if it was custom. 

Marinette could not suppress her nervousness and leaned forward with a laugh. “Are you looking for something?” 

Kagami’s lids were drooping and heavy, yet her gaze was fiercely focused on her ministrations. She hummed and pulled Marinette’s palm upwards. Her lips pressed firmly, right to the center of Marinette’s palm. She moved the hand towards her cheek with a content sigh and a sleepy smile. 

“Yes, this is what I wanted.”

Marinette’s body screamed. She’s sure her heart stopped, how could she dare to hope to win against such a daring attack? Was Kagami a cozy drunk? It’s good she left those men behind, she would have hated showing herself like this. But to act so intimately—Marinette’s body was on fire. 

After a few breaths and realizing Kagami had a firm grip on Marinette’s arm and looked much too content to be moved, Marinette took a moment to appreciate—at least a little—her position. 

Kagami’s cheek was soft and smooth. It fit perfectly in her hand. Her cheek was a little warm, probably from the alcohol, but it was enticingly inviting. Marinette shifted forward, heat building between them, to get her arm more comfortable. 

“Are you awake?” Marinette whispered. 

Kagami blinked lazily into a droopy stare. Something told Marinette that Kagami might not remember this tomorrow. 

“I’m going to lay you down to sleep.” She looked Kagami up and down. “We should probably get you a little comfortable too.” 

Her grip squeezed Marinette’s wrist in emphasis. “I’m perfectly comfortable.”

Marinette laughed nervously. A clingy drunk, indeed. “I won’t leave you. W-we’ll…if you like, we can sleep together.” 

Kagami nodded as if it was the most natural conclusion. “Yes.”

“Ri-right.” 

Marinette edged Kagami gently to remove her outer garments. At times Kagami would catch her hand for another touch of her lips; Marinette applauded her ability to remain standing. Marinette dimmed the lights before carefully edging her way to one side of the bed. Kagami’s eyes never left her and tugged Marinette immediately down to the sheets. 

“Ah, Kagami!” Marinette exclaimed, happy the dim lights could hide her warm face. 

Marinette’s hand cradled Kagami’s cheeks once more, held close like some precious stuffed toy. “Let us sleep,” Kagami asserted. 

How can you act so bossy when I’m the one taking care of you? Marinette’s mind grumbled. 

“I hope you remember this tomorrow,” Marinette mumbled. 

“I will,” Kagami sighed, close to sleep. 

“If you do, you should reward me for taking care of you.”

“Anything you want.” 

Marinette grinned, sly. “Don’t forget. I really suffered. Honestly.”

Kagami hummed, clearly sleeping a moment later. Her breath tickled Marinette’s wrist and her hair grazed softer than the silk pillows. Marinette’s mouth parted, staring at the soft light in the room illuminating her slightly red cheeks. 

Her chest could not unravel and her gaze could not stray. Her stomach tightened and pooled with heat many times as she laid there. 

Before she could fall asleep, she moved her thumb a few times against that pristine cheek. Kagami breathed deep once and sighed happily. Her lips, softer than a rose, lifted slightly. Marinette grumbled once more, “Suffering is putting it very lightly.”

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Marinette woke up groggy and alone in the morning. 

She stretched high to the canopy and wondered why her chest ached. The maid came in a moment later and said, “Kagami is waiting for you in the greenhouse.” 

Oh. Her stomach flipped. “Was Kagami awake early this morning?” 

“As usual. Not even silly wasted old men can unsettle our lady.” 

Marinette hummed. Kagami probably didn’t want to disturb her. Judging from the time of day, Marinette slept later than usual. “Ah, right. I heard she drank them under the table.”

“It was a true sight!” The maid gushed. “Our lady wanted to speak about business ventures in the northern lands but they only agreed if she won a round of cards. They played various games in which the loser would drink a large cup of sake. It was a dirty rule. But she rarely lost, and never slurred or stumbled when she did. Even this morning they were grumbling over headaches and she didn’t seem phased at all.” 

So she didn’t drink much last night. Is she a light drunk? Marinette giggled. “Our lady is too tremendous.” 

“I was appalled when Adrien didn’t watch over her, but I suppose he knew our lady better than us all.”

“Adrien wasn’t at the parlour?” Marinette asked, surprised. 

The maid was tugging Marinette’s dress into place as she said, “He headed to bed early after the first round. A man leaving his fiancee unattended with a room of stuffy men—I wanted to smack his behind the ears!” 

Marinette supposed Adrien would have attended Kagami to her rooms instead of letting her wander to Marinette’s. Perhaps he was finally accepting her capabilities, but something seemed wrong about leaving outright. 

“How would you like your hair, my lady?” 

Marinette hummed. “Just a few pins today.”

She walked to the greenhouse, the wind playing with her loose strands along the way. She took a deep breath before going past the glass doors. 

Kagami was leaning back in her seat, hair half hazardously in a ponytail and garbed in her training attire. Her clothes clung perfectly, showing off her strong legs and defined waist. The light adorned her hair like turquoise stars dancing on the strands. Marinette had to clutch her chest before it leaped out. 

How does this woman look more handsome than any male model on a cheesy romance cover? 

Kagami caught her eyes and Marinette held her breath. Kagami put down her cup of tea and cleared her throat. Marinette walked forward and gave a small greeting. “Good morning.” 

Kagami’s eyes tentatively caught hers. “Yes. Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“It was alright.” Marinette sat and a maid poured her a cup. The color was milky and when Marinette lifted it, it was sweet. Peppermint black milk tea, her favorite. Marinette glanced upwards and fought a raised brow as she sipped. She sighed content. “You must have slept wonderfully.”

Kagami cleared her throat. Again. Marinette was fighting a smile. “When have I not?”

“Oh yes, how could I doubt you? Though, I was referring to your full day yesterday. You stuck with the men all day and left the wives and fiancees to their gossip without your input.”

“It wasn’t as scary as I thought,” Kagami said. “The men were as bad as the ladies with gossip and wholly unprepared for my education or opinions. Honestly, I feel I might have bullied them.” Her face didn’t change— as if discussing the weather— but her eyes sparkled and her tone tilted on amused. 

“Is it bullying to be educated?” Marinette mused behind another sip. 

“Only if you’re a woman. The element of surprise is an unfair advantage. Perhaps they’ll be more prepared next time.”

Marinette perked and grinned. “So you’re determined?”

“I feel more at ease. Perhaps I’m really not suited to being a wallflower for the rest of my days.”

“Certainly not. You should inherit and manage the Tsurugi estates and assets without the need for a partner. You’re easily capable of that much.”

Kagami’s body softened in the light. “As you’ve told me.”

“You should listen, I’m wiser than I look.”

Kagami looked down at her cup, losing herself in thought. Marinette looked around the flowers and butterflies in the afternoon. She downed another cup of tea slowly unwinding from her nervousness. 

“Last night…” Kagami started slowly. Marinette hid behind her cup and raised her eyes in acknowledgment. “I acted childishly.”

“Oh? To what are you referring?” 

“It’s hazy,” Kagami bit her lip and fiddled with the edge of her snack plate. “But I rudely burst into your rooms and acted unbecomingly. I want to apologize if I made you uncomfortable.” 

“You were very expressive,” Marinette grinned. “It was very cute.”

Kagami huffed in her seat, fiddling with her long braid with rosy cheeks. “Please don’t say it like that.” 

“What? You said it was your first time drinking. I was very honored to experience a new side to you.” 

“I told you that?” Kagami grumbled lowly, head tucked. She timidly glanced upwards. “What else did I say?” 

Marinette pretended to ponder, filling the space by reaching for snacks and sipping her drink. “It’s not so much what you said but what you did.” 

Marinette glanced at Kagami and she stared resolutely at Marinette as if missing any micro movement would place her life in jeopardy. Marinette stuttered in her teasing. She thought Kagami would be embarrassing but was she perhaps…curious about Marinette’s reaction?

“U-um…” Marinette stuttered and stirred too much sugar into her tea. She didn’t flinch even as the overwhelming sweetness hit her lips. “You did say you enjoyed my company. Nothing else.” 

“Mm, I do,” Kagami said simply. Then she sighed. “I invaded your space and acted brazenly. I suppose I’m starved of affection,” giving a self-deprecating chuckle. 

It was a heartbreaking sound. “No—no! I was happy you felt close enough to come to me. In fact, I’d—well I’d…” Marinette gulped a breath, realizing she was placing a blade over her head. “I wish you’d be open with me more often. I didn’t know if you’d welcome such affection.” 

“You’re alright with…? Rather you wish we were more affectionate?” 

It was Marinette’s turn to clear her throat. “I’ve always held hands and hugged my close friends. I assumed Kagami only made the rare exception to humor me, so I distanced myself.” 

“Well. I will admit you are my exception.”

Marinette’s face burst red. Then Kagami stood and moved her chair so it was inches from Marinette's. She looked up confused and when Kagami sat she offered her hand face-up, her expression calm. 

“Is this alright?”

Marinette covered her mouth with one hand, unsure how her face betrayed her, but placed the other within Kagami’s. Kagami entwined them in a strong grip that tingled up Marinette’s arm. 

Kagami’s face bloomed into a soft smile and she relaxed deep into her seat as if a weight left her shoulders. Marinette could not sip or eat the rest of the afternoon, feeling she had consumed too much sweetness for the day.

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[imagine-loki]

Tear You To Pieces, Chapter 4

TITLE: Tear You To Pieces CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was sent to make up for his deeds by helping out The Avengers at the tower. Everyone thinks he’s changed, but he is just biding his time. He manipulates and uses someone who works there, who has a crush on him, to get exactly what he wants.  RATING: M

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: DARK LOKI, RAPE/NON-CON, MANIPULATION, MURDER, VIOLENCE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, KIDNAPPING

  The day that Kelly had been waiting for finally arrived just over a week later. She was finally recovered enough from the attack, aside from still a few bruises and superficial cuts.

Stark felt bad for not leaving protection with her on the jet. She kept telling him it was ok. Loki kept telling him he told him so and he was foolish for putting her in danger. Which wasn’t doing Loki any favours in getting in the Avengers good books.

Kelly so wanted to tell Maria that she had a date. But she needed to keep quiet, not wanting to upset Loki. He had asked her not to tell anyone, so she wasn’t going to break her promise to him.

So she got ready on her own, after making an excuse to the others that she was feeling a bit iffy so wanted an early night. Once she was dressed and had her hair and make-up sorted, she sneaked out of her room and made her way down to the back entrance to meet Loki.

He was already there waiting for her. Her heart beat quickened when she saw him. He was so handsome, wearing a suit, black trousers and jacket with a white shirt and a black tie. It wasn’t often he wore mortal clothes but when he did, it was always with such style.

Loki’s smile grew larger as he looked Kelly up and down. She was deliberately wearing a green dress underneath her leather jacket. Her pulse quickened at the look in Loki’s eyes as she approached him.

‘Why, you look absolutely ravishing, my dear.’ Loki purred and picked up her hand to kiss the back of it politely, making her blush.

‘Thank you. You look really handsome.’ She said shyly.

‘Thank you, pet. Had to look my best for you.’ He winked at her, then he offered her his arm and she accepted, slipping her hand around his arm he led her out of the building to an awaiting taxi.

On the drive to the restaurant Loki had picked, casual chat had Kelly at much more ease and she actually forgot she was on a date with the God of lies and mischief, an ex-villain. She felt so relaxed and comfortable around him.

Loki hopped out of the taxi first and rushed round the car to open her door for her when they arrived. He helped her out too, then slipped his arm around her and they headed inside. He’d booked a nice table by the window at the back, looking out to a nice garden.

‘This is so lovely. Thank you, Loki.’ Kelly smiled as she sat down, Loki of course tucked her chair in for her after helping her with her jacket.

‘I only wish I had asked you out sooner.’ Loki said sheepishly.

They got some wine over to the table, then ordered their food. Kelly just hoped she would actually be able to eat something, she felt so nervous and excited, her stomach was all over the place. But the wine did help to settle her a bit.

‘I must ask, are you wearing my colours on purpose or is it a happy coincidence?’ Loki asked, smirking.

Kelly looked like a deer caught in the headlights. ‘Uhm… I… on purpose.’ She said shyly, downing a big gulp of wine.

Loki chuckled. ‘Well, I am honoured.’

Loki asked about Kelly’s life, about her upbringing. He shared a little of himself too, about growing up on Asgard with Thor. She was glad he was opening up to her.

‘Did you tell anyone about our date?’ Loki asked in the middle of their meal.

‘No, I didn’t. I wanted to tell Maria, but I kept quiet.’ Kelly said honestly.

Loki nodded and looked at her warmly. ‘Good girl. It’s for the best.’

Kelly’s face went bright red as she suddenly became very flustered. She quickly reached for her wine and took a few sips to try and hide her face. Loki was a little confused at first, but then it clicked.

Good girl… She had a praise kink? He was sure of it.

Grinning slightly while he kept on eating, not wanting to make a big deal of it and spook her, he noted that information away in his mind. That could come in very handy indeed.

Luckily for Kelly, he changed the subject swiftly. Saving her from further embarrassment.

‘Have you had many boyfriends?’ Loki asked. She was a lovely woman, for a mortal. He was surprised she didn’t have a boyfriend currently.  

‘I’ve dated a few people over the years, but nothing ever became… official.’ She shrugged after wiping her mouth with her napkin. She had managed to eat more than she thought she would, luckily.

‘I’m surprised no one has snatched you up yet. You’re a wonderful woman, Kelly.’ Loki said, making her smile giddily.

‘I just… I get attached quite easily. I uhm, I learned my lesson from the first guy I dated four years ago. He hurt me pretty bad, so I am trying not to fall so hard so quickly. It’s made me a little more guarded.’

Loki nodded in understanding. ‘I’m sorry to hear that, darling. Love and trust are such fragile things, not something to be taken for granted. I know it has to be earned. Hopefully, I can prove that I might be worthy of at least your time, perhaps more.’

Kelly’s heart melted completely at his words.

He was such a sweet talker. His silver tongue one of his best abilities and one he was always very much thankful for. One that couldn’t be taken away from him.

They didn’t leave straight after finishing their meal. They had a few more glasses of wine first, Kelly was happily tipsy. Loki barely even felt tipsy, mortal alcohol didn’t affect him in the same way. He would need to drink a few bottles of wine before even feeling slightly tipsy.

After the meal when they were ready to leave, there was a car waiting outside to take them home. Loki opened the door for Kelly and helped her in, then he sat in the middle seat so he could be right next to her, their thighs pressed together, making her blush.

Loki turned more towards her on the drive home and he stroked her cheek softly with the back of his hand. ‘You are so beautiful.’ He hummed.

Kelly smiled shyly as he slid his hand down and gently held her chin.

He licked his lips a little as he leaned in, but he paused a moment and looked deep into her eyes. ‘May I kiss you, darling?’ He asked so sweetly.

Kelly felt her heart swelling that he was so sweetly asking permission just to kiss her.

‘Of course! I mean, yes… yes.’ She blushed hard, trying not to seem too over eager. But Loki didn’t seem to mind as he grinned and closed the distance to plant his lips upon hers, his hand slid round to the back of her head to hold her closely. Not that she would want to move away from him, anyway.

She felt like time had stopped as he kissed her gently, his lips were so soft and cool against her. He moved them slowly, moulding with hers. Her entire world was turned upside down, she had dreamed of kissing him for so long now, she never thought it would actually happen. But now it was, it was even better than she had imagined.

Kelly could only hope it was the start of many.

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Later that night, Loki decided to pay her another visit in the middle of the night.

She was sound asleep when he manifested in her room. He was silent as he slowly walked towards her sleeping form in bed. It was quite warm so she had the blanket thrown off her, wearing nothing but a night gown and knickers.

He smirked as he reached the side of her bed. He leaned over her and pressed his palm to her forehead, seeping into her dreams. It was easy, considering Loki was already someone she dreamt and thought about a lot. He wasn’t surprised to find some rather naughty dreams and fantasies about him in her mind.

Using that to his advantage, he manipulated her mind. Making sure she would remain asleep, but also so he could have some form of control over her dreams.

She parted her lips and whispered out his name. That’s when he moved his hand down underneath her night gown and he stroked softly over her abdomen before moving downwards into her knickers. She squirmed a little in her sleep, whimpering softly when his large hand just cupped her at first.

Loki kept his movements steady and careful. He knew his powers weren’t as strong as they should be, so he didn’t want to make a mistake.

Going slow, he slid his fingers through her folds and had to bite back a growl when he discovered she was already getting aroused. Using that to his advantage, he trailed some wetness up over her clit and rubbed it in circles. She started moaning more in her sleep, calling out his name again too.

This is far too easy. Loki thought with a wicked grin as he used his thumb on her clit and began inserting a single finger into her. But he was met with quite a bit of resistance at first, until he managed to ease his way into her with more stimulation on her clit.

‘How interesting.’ He whispered, his cock hardening in his trousers at the realisation she was still a virgin. She was so impossibly tight, even around his slender finger.

She squirmed a little, frowning. ‘No, please… feels weird.’ She whined.

Loki rubbed her clit firmer, while wiggling his finger inside her. Whilst it felt weird for her, he could feel her clamping around his digit in arousal. But her movements were becoming a bit more insistent.

Then her eyes suddenly flew open, but Loki had been able to vanish just a mere second before that. He cursed himself for not being able to hold his powers better, he really needed to get them back properly.

Kelly was breathing hard and a bit sweaty as she turned her light on. She had been so sure that someone, Loki, had actually been there and was touching her. But there was no sign of him at all. And her door was locked, so she knew it couldn’t have been him.

‘That was some vivid dream.’ She muttered to herself and wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her hand.

Even though she felt aroused and uncomfortable between her thighs, she kept telling herself she had just dreamt it. Though it took her heart a while to stop racing.

[potaetaezz]

Accidental Confessions

pairing: Todoroki x fem reader

word count: 1.5k

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You don’t remember when you first fell in love with Shoto Todoroki, but you did you know it’s been a long ass time. However, the joys of your ‘secret infatuation ’ were soon going to end.

Everything about him made your heart beat a little bit faster, made your cheeks that little bit pinker. Everyday, you’d sit at your desk, just trying to stop your eyes from drifting over to him. Occasionally, your eyes would meet, which would cause you to practically combust, immediately looking at whatever crap was on your desk. [Little did you notice how his gaze would rest on you for a couple seconds longer.]

You've always liked him from a distance, never getting too close, never letting your hopes get too high, but someone was about to ruin that for you...

The bell rang, waking you up from your daydream as you shot up out of your desk. While you made your way down to the cafeteria, a familiar scent caught your attention. Shoto’s cologne, warm and expensive. It wasn’t strong, but it was distinct, you knew it was him. Shoto always walked behind you when you went for lunch. You didn’t think anything of it. You picked up your food and headed to the table where Ochako and Tsuyu were sitting. Izuku and Tenya were absorbed in a deep conversation, discussing something you weren’t bothered to understand. Shoto sat down beside you, as he did everyday without fail. Something you had always written off as a coincidence, something you always tried not to make a big deal out of, no matter how much you wanted to.

His presence beside you made you warm. Butterflies grew in your stomach as you glanced over at him.

“I don’t think that’s how it works.” He chimed into the conversation. 

Whenever he spoke, everyone listened. Whenever you heard his voice, your heartstrings would play a melody as the  butterflies would dance, only growing even more. 

You were just about to eat when you noticed a pile of soba noodles now resting on the side of your plate. You looked up at Shoto, almost as to ask why, but he just kept eating. He did that every now and then, offer you some of his food, hand you an energy drink after training. But still, you knew better than to get your hopes up. [Little did you see the slightest smile grow on his face as you tucked into the noodles.]

As per usual, you all headed back to class to spend the last 10 minutes of break relaxing. Until you heard your name mentioned…

“Did you notice Todoroki acting all heroic yesterday saving y/n…” Bakugo laughed, arms crossed, face smug.

Yesterday, a group of villains had appeared while on a class trip. Everyone was separated. You were in a group with Iida, Shoto and Sero. You were running to help guide civilians safely away when you fell, gliding across the rough tarmac. And in that split second, while your back was turned, the villain saw an opening. One of his hands holding a knife, stretched out, aiming for you. 

Shoto noticed, and couldn’t stop himself from freezing villain solid (at the sight of him attacking you). He ensured the civilians’ safety while  protecting you in the process, however it wasn’t exactly the best way to go about it and definitely not like Todoroki to be that impulsive. There was a better way to stop the villain, a safer way, but Todoroki just couldn’t stop the ice from building

Strangely no one had mentioned the event, until now. 

You glanced over at Shoto, but he seemed to have ignored his words, too engrossed in his book. But once Bakugo brought up the subject, everyone started talking about the incident. 

Kirishima’s voice piped up, “Yeah actually, don’t you think Todoroki has been acting kind of weird lately…”

“Yeah he’s been all flustered but he’s normally so composed.” Ashido adds, and soon, the whole class isn’t talking about the event, but Shoto’s strange behaviour. 

You never even noticed he’d been acting strange, despite you being the one to pay the most attention to him.

“Well obviously it’s because he likes y/n.” Denki says, although not realising how loud he said it, and the whole class falls silent

Shoto is now a bright red colour. Unable to move. Not daring to look up despite everyone’s eyes glued to him. You’ve never seen him like this. So affected by someone’s words.

But you didn’t have time to think about that, let alone digest Denki’s words. Did you hear him correctly, you couldn’t have, if it was true, how could you not even notice. How was this possible. 

You could feel your cheeks burning, the butterflies growing, your heart almost beating out of your chest. Your mind was frantically going over all your interactions together, but you still couldn’t grasp it. Yet hearing those words, almost made you melt, even if they weren’t from him. Just hearing the one thing that’s been constantly on your mind, out loud, warmed your heart. A small smile tugged at your lips.

Meanwhile, everyone is shook. Like their mouths open, agape, speechless. It was like as if they heard Bakugo had apologised for something. The last person they would’ve guessed to have ~heart eyes~ was Todoroki. His calm demeanour, his nonchalant attitude, they couldn’t imagine him being in love. 

Everyone’s eyes turn to Denki. 

“Denki are you sure you didn’t electrocute something earlier…” Bakugo says.

Denki is looking around, suddenly dumbfounded. He thought this was common knowledge. That everyone was aware of it but just didn’t talk about it in case you heard. You were just as clueless as Shoto, so it didn’t surprise him you hadn’t figured it out by now. 

In response, Denki points to Shoto, who has now reduced to a bright pink, blushing statue of embarrassment, internally freaking out and regretting every decision he’s ever made.

And at that, Denki rests his case and sits down, going back doodling on the side of his notebook.

Murmurs start growing louder.

You can hear your name in multiple different conversations.

“Wait, does that mean you all didn’t know she likes him back either?”

Your heart dropped. 

Your breath quickening. 

Your eyes are now on Denki (who you could literally strangle right now), who’s standing up once more with a confused look on his face.

“You serious?” Kirishma responds, and internally Denki is like ‘are you all blind, they literally flirt with each other all the time…’

Just at that moment, while everyone is in utter and complete shock for the second time today, Mr.Aizawa comes in to put you out of your misery.

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( After class )

You ran out of that class as fast as possible, avoiding everyone’s questions and stares. A burst of fresh air calms you as you walk outside. You couldn’t focus, Denki’s words ringing in your ears every second of that class, even now. You couldn’t imagine Shoto’s reaction, what is he thinking, what will he do; will he ignore you, pretend it didn’t happen-

You smell something, and your heart almost leaps out of your chest. 

Shoto’s cologne.

“Can we talk?” His voice calm.

You turn around to him. His hair disheveled, his eyes heavy with lack of sleep. Something pulling at your seams as you look at him, making you want to just crash into his arms. Your eyes glide over his mouth, thinking how easy would it be to press your lips against his. You felt vulnerable, now that your secret was exposed, you felt needy.

“Of course.” you offer him a smile.

“It’s true. What Denki said, what everyone’s saying. It’s true. I like you y/n.”

He looks at the ground, his foot tapping awkwardly which you find adorable. Your heart begins to swell and you can’t stop a smile from forming. 

“I like you too, Shoto.” 

His eyes once again find yours, a childish grin on his face as he walks closer to you. 

“I like you too y/n.”

“You already said that Sho.” You laugh at him, but he just looks at you with a confused pouty face.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t say it again?” 

Shoto and you walk back to the dorm together (taking the long route), the two of you unable to stop smiling. It’s not awkward at all, the conversation flows easy, and honestly you never want it to end. You never want to stop looking into his eyes, to stop listening to him talk about the book he was just reading or the villain he was fighting. You only just said ‘i like you’ but you never want to say goodbye. Once you reach the dorm, he makes sure your knees (that you scraped yesterday while falling) are treated and patched up. 

You take a deep breath and walk into the dorm together,

and of course, just as expected, it’s c h a o s, everyone is asking what happened, what’s the deal, was Denki right, the room is filled with noise and laughter

and you’re happy, because Shoto is right there by your side. (despite the fact that Denki was the match maker/mastermind/ruined your whole plan of actually confessing to Sho <3)

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A/N: thanks for reading! sorry if there’s spelling mistakes, it’s currently 3 am <3

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[jadethest0ne]

In need of Refueling, Chapter 12 - “He was supposed to be”

Summary:  “You?! Why would I trust you? You have brought me nothing but failure. Time and time again; nothing but disappointment!”

His father’s words might have been a result of his possession by the  White Bone Spirit, but whether or not they were his true thoughts, Red  Son vows to prove them wrong. To do so he seeks to attain a power strong enough to destroy his father’s immortal enemy. After all, he’d much rather throw fire at his problems.

Word Count: 3241

Ratings/Warnings:  Teen and up; injury, burns, angst and hurt/comfort, toxic thoughts caused by toxic parents, panic attacks, abuse

Notes: Red Son is brooding, Mei finds out that Red Son is Sandy’s house guest, and Sandy is trying his best to deal with two rowdy teens.

Credits: Big thanks to @painted-arachnid and @simplyfornardo  for helping me bounce ideas off of them. And also thanks to @lemonsqueazie for providing me with “Journey to the West” lore. I don’t know much about the original novel or other iterations, but I still tried to keep  some things compliant with the lore. You should check all of them out, since they’re really great content creators with neat ideas!  

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All in all, Red Son had received a lot of injuries from his conflict with his father.  Broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a broken arm, burns, hypothermia (including a lingering cold sensation all over his body that refused to go away), a sprained ankle...

And no powers.

That last one gave him pause. Injuries could be healed with time, and as a demon, he was a fast healer. But he did not know what happened to his powers. Were they really all absorbed by his father’s armor? Were they then extinguished by whatever that Noodle Boy did? He didn’t even know that it could be extinguished. It had to have been though, because based on what little he could get out of Sandy, the Monkey King had survived the conflict. Red Son isn’t sure how he feels about that. Sure, he had attacked him and intended to have him defeated by his father. But that’s not how things turned out. That’s not what his father wanted. And despite him giving the Samadhi Fire to his father, which is what he thought he wanted, that turned out to be disastrous as well. Were his parents even alive? And if they were, what would they want with someone who had nearly gotten them killed? What would they want with a son who didn’t even have any powers? In this state he was useless. Relying on the enemy, no less. How shameful.

Red Son had tried a few times to activate his powers. Each time he was met with not even a puff of smoke. If his parents thought he was a disappointment before, what would they think of him now?

At the very least he was making progress physically, and could hobble around the houseboat a little bit on his own. The Blue One said he could leave when he was better. But where could he go? He didn’t want to think about it. He wanted to just be able to do something about it. But he could no longer simply throw fire at his problems. And no matter what anger and vitriol he sent Sandy’s way, the blue giant simply refused to be upset at him. Why didn’t he just kick him out? He certainly deserved it! His own parents likely wouldn’t want him around, why would an enemy?

So when he wasn’t yelling at Sandy, or his numerous cats, he just withdrew into himself. Fuming with no fire. Brooding over his current situation. What was the point anyway? A small part of him wanted to know if his parents were okay. As much as he was sure they would hate him, they were his parents, after all. But the thought of trying to find them terrified him in a way. On one hand, if they were alive, he was useless to them like this. If they weren’t… well, he didn’t want to think about how that would mean that it was his fault if they were dea--

Red Son angrily throws the closest thing near him across the room, which happened to be a mug of tea that he was holding. It flies across the room just missing a few cats who leap out of the way with an indignant hiss. The cup breaks apart and spills its contents all over the floor. He takes some seething breaths, before a voice speaks up next to him.

“Well that’s a much stronger throw than before. At least you’re healing!” Red Son had forgotten that the Blue One was there. He had given him the tea in the first place after all. Red Son had just gotten lost in his musings and forgot about the ever-present, overly pleasant companion. The big man goes over and gets a broom. “However, maybe we could find other, more constructive, ways for you to release your anger?”

“Ugh! Don’t try to give me life lessons! What are you, some sort of life advice guru?”

The Blue One laughs heartily, while picking out some of the larger shards. “No, I’ve just learned how to control my anger via anger management therapy. And I’m always open to listening if you want a friendly ear,” he says brightly.

Red Son can’t imagine this guy ever being angry, and the idea of talking about his feelings makes his stomach bubble in disgust. “What? So I can give away all my family’s secrets? Why would you care anyway?”

The Blue One shrugs. “I just do!” He pauses and thinks. “And also, maybe I could ask you to maybe not throw my cups and scare my cats…?” He ends the last part in a hopeful lilt.

“No promises,” Red Son grumbles.

“What do you normally do to de-stress?”

“Destroy my enemies.” Red Son looks pointedly at Sandy.

“Ah… um… would throwing fire around (preferably in a contained area) help?” Sandy asks hesitantly.

Red Son scowls. “No.”

“Would you like to try contacting your parents…?”

An uncomfortable flutter pangs in his heart. “No.”

“What about, er, a hobby or…?

Red Son is getting fed up. “WOULD YOU JUST STOP!” he shouts. “We are not friends! We are enemies! You are the good guys! I’m the bad guy! The villain. Stop trying to be all buddy-buddy with me! If you’re trying to change me or get me to open up, it’s not going to work!”

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to figure out what would make you feel better… Maybe healing up at your place would make you feel safer…?” Sandy looks truly apologetic, but Red Son is already too worked up to care. Furthermore, bringing up the possibility of going to see his parents causes that fluttering feeling to worsen.

“No! I can’t go back! I--”

Sandy raises his eyebrows. And Red Son shuts his mouth suddenly realizing what he almost revealed. The Blue One nearly had done it! How dare he. He hates him for that. For his stupid honest niceness. He hates that he is here. That he let down his father, again. That he has to rely on a big-hearted idiot of an enemy. He needs to leave. He doesn’t have anywhere to go. But he needs to leave.

He clumsily slips out of bed and does an awkward combination of stomping and limping past the Blue One and towards the door, ignoring the giant’s protests.

He swings open the door and he sucks in a surprised yelp as standing on the other side of it is a girl with green highlights in her hair, and pigtails sticking up from behind, with her fist to the door poised to knock on it. It’s the Dragon Girl. The two stare at each other. They exchange blinks of confusion.

The Dragon Girl is the first to react. Her surprised features shift into a look of pure rage. “YOU!” she shouts.

She flings herself at Red Son, elbowing him in the middle and throwing him across the room. Pain explodes from his various injuries, especially from his ribs and chest area. He crumples to the ground and barely has time to react as she is pulling a sword on him. He rolls out of the way, under a table and pulls himself up using an adjacent book case. He slips a little bit, and is forced to put weight on his injured ankle, which burns horribly, but he needs to get away from this crazy and enraged attacker.

He leans on the far end of the bookcase and holds up a hand. “W-wait!” he wheezes out before he devolves into coughs and choking gasps. He stumbles as he backpedals away from another swing and falls again to the floor. He grabs desperately at anything in his surroundings that can help pull him up, but the pain drags him back down again.

The tip of the sword is pointed at his center and he flinches back. He can’t do much but cough some more. When no attack comes, he chances a look up at his attacker. She’s looking at him with a paranoid gaze, which flickers up and down in confusion, but she does not lower her weapon.

“What are you doing here, Red Son?!” she yells.

Red Son does his best to regain his breath. When he does he shouts back, though not as loud or as strong as he wants it to be. “I was brought here, Dragon Girl! By your blue friend, no less! So- so back off or I’ll burn you to a crisp!”

The threat is empty. He knows it is. And even if she doesn’t, she knows she has the upper hand. He can’t hide his injuries or look powerful, half curled up on the floor and locked down by her sword. But he won’t appear weak. Not to her.

“Mei!” calls the Blue One, as he stands up from the floor, stepping carefully over the glass on the floor and rushing into the adjacent area to move between the girl and the demon.

“Sandy! Are you okay? What is Red Son doing here? Is he hurting you? Is he--”

“He’s injured!” Sandy says with some amount of exasperation quickly shuffling over and kneeling down by Red Son’s side. He puts a hand on the demon’s back and offers another for him to take to support him. Red Son stays silent and looks down, as Sandy helps him up.

“What?!” Pure incredulity drips from the Dragon Girl’s voice. “Are- are you helping him?!”

When he’s able to set Red Son upright, and leans him against a nearby cabinet, he looks to the girl and rubs the back of his head absently. “Er, yes, I am.”

She continues to give him a questioning look.

“He was hurt!” Sandy says simply. “I had to, Mei.”

The girl looks between the two of them, before sighing and lowering her sword. “I was wondering why we hadn’t heard from you much.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys. I was hoping to tell you first instead of you finding out this way. Are you… mad?” The big man looks small, like a child revealing that they had snuck a cookie out of a cookie jar.

“It’s not you I’m upset at, it’s him. I don’t trust him. You could get into trouble. What if the Demon Bull family comes and attacks you? What if he burns down the houseboat?!” Red Son gets dizzy at the range of emotions that cross the girl’s features and body language as she talks, from a distrusting glance to panicky waving arms to exaggerated sweeps of her entire body. He remembers why he finds this group so annoying. And even moreso, he is annoyed at being left out of the conversation.

“Excuse me, I am standing right here!” he says with as much afront as he can muster.

“That’s the problem, Red Boy!”

“It’s Red Son to you, Dragon Girl!”

“Oh and now who is getting the names wrong?”

“I don’t stoop to uttering the names of peasants!”

“Shut up! You shouldn’t even be here! Do you know how much pain you caused! Sandy is here helping you, and you don’t deserve any of it!”

“Now now--” Sandy tries interjecting, but is caught in the middle of a now shouting match.

“That’s because you’re all so styoooopidly sappy! I’m GLAD I attacked you! You weaklings are too noble for your own good!” A smile spreads on his face seeing he’s getting under the girl's skin. It made him feel stronger. Shouting let out his pent up frustration from earlier. And banter with the Noodle Boy’s friends made things feel normal for once.

Mei shouts back at Red Son, contempt and hatred dripping from her words. "You hurt my friend! You nearly destroyed the Monkey King!!! You and your dumb dad! I bet DBK is proud of you!"

Red Son’s smile drops immediately and something in him snaps at the mention of his father, and before he can stop himself, the words come out. "HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE!"

There is a beat of silence and Red Son had a moment to realize what he said. He hadn't meant to bring up his father in such a way. How weak is he that he keeps revealing his inner thoughts to his enemies? His heart hammers against his ribs in shame and embarrassment, and he’s about to babble out some excuse, when the Dragon Girl speaks instead.

"He was supposed to be what? Destroyed?"

 What?

"Well, you know what? You failed to destroy the Monkey King. And it was the Monkey Kid who beat both of you!"

A spark of relief lights in Red Son's chest. The girl thinks he was talking about the Monkey King. Not his father. She had misunderstood his shout. He pushes down his shock and embarrassment, and forces a well-practiced sneer onto his lips. "Y-yes! The Monkey King was supposed to be destroyed! You just got lucky, that's all!"

The girl gives him a hate-filled look. Just the way it should be.

But when he looks over at Sandy, he sees confusion. And… sadness? Perhaps a bit of worry. Well, they should be worried and sad and angry at him!  They should both be afraid. And weakened or not, Red Son isn't going to let them forget that he is still a force to be reckoned with!

He fixes the Dragon Girl with what he hopes looks like a dangerous scowl. "Next time I'll be more thorough in my destruction!"

The girl doesn't look quite as frightened as Red Son would've hoped, but at the very least she clamps her loud mouth shut. She then sighs and turns to Sandy. "I don't know why you helped him. I don't think this is the kind of guy who can be saved."

Red Son's chest burns uncomfortably. It must be because of that shove she gave him earlier, exacerbating his wounds, and not the hopelessness of her statement.

Sandy shrugs and replies simply, “I've got to try, don't I?"

The girl's lips spread in a small smile of understanding and pats the large man's arm. "Yeah, and that's what's cool about you, my friend."

Sandy beams widely. But his expression switches to nervousness. "You won't tell the others, will you, Mei?"

She quirks an eyebrow up and gives him a look. "Sandy, MK is my best friend. I tell him practically everything," she deadpans.

Sandy wilts a bit, but the girl gives him another reassuring pat and says, "But I'll ask them to leave him alone…,” she shoots Red Son a dark look as she finishes her statement, “...for now.” Switching back to something more friendly, she returns her attention to Sandy. "So you better come clean yourself, soon, and give us a better explanation."

"Of course!" Sandy brightens.

With that the girl exits the houseboat, leaving Red Son and Sandy alone.

There is silence between them. Sandy looks at Red Son, and the demon does his best to not notice.

“Did she hurt you much?” Sandy sounds both worried and a bit embarrassed.

“I’m fine.” Red Son says too quickly.

Sandy comes closer and reaches a hand towards him. Red Son flinches back and the motion causes his whole body to wobble. Before he can fall back down, Sandy catches him. Red Son goes stiff and Sandy makes sure to give him some room once he regains his footing.

“Sorry.” Sandy shifts where he stands. “I noticed that one of your bandages is loose.” He gestures to a bandage on his wrist. “I may have to check you over again and re-do your bandages… If that’s okay…?”

Red Son’s chest burns again. He hates this. But he nods anyway. “Okay.”

Slowly, Sandy goes about washing and re-bandaging Red Son’s wounds. Luckily nothing was hurt too badly, but some bandages did come loose during the scuffle, and a few deeper burns had to be cared for.

They stayed mostly silent throughout much of it. Until Sandy finally spoke up. “Did you mean what you said earlier? About how ‘he was supposed to be.’” He was sitting behind Red Son working on some of the bandages on his back, and Red Son was glad for this so he didn’t see his eyes widen in alarm.

“Of- of course! I definitely meant to destroy the Monkey King and bring him to my father as a prize.” Red Son tries to keep his voice steady.

Sandy is silent for a moment as if trying to find his words. “Were you really talking about the Monkey King then? Not… someone else?”

“I-- don’t know what you mean…” The words come out stiff and stilted.

“I thought…” he began, before giving a sigh. “I guess I misinterpreted what you were saying.”

“Yes, I suppose you did.” Red Son answers curtly.

After a bit more silence Sandy continues. “Have you made any progress with your powers…?”

Red Son twists around suddenly giving Sandy a wide-eyed stare. “How did you know about my powers!?” The movement hurts, but the ache of sudden vulnerability is worse.

“I noticed you trying to throw some fireballs and stuff over the past few days… And also you didn’t attack Mei. Or me, for that matter. So I just… guessed”

Red Son feels small. Like the world is pressing in around him. The Blue One’s large form, not helping. And the pain radiating from his wounds makes the sensation worse. He pushes himself away from the blue giant as he starts shivering again, the cold suddenly feeling more apparent. Everything is suddenly fuzzy, like when he first noticed that his powers were gone. But now Sandy knew, and his friends might find out. And if they found out, then maybe his parents would know. They’d know just how weak he was. His chest is pulsing with pain and he isn’t sure why. It feels like the Dragon Girl hitting him over and over again.

Warmth is suddenly draped around him. The downy sensation of a comforter holds his form. He notices that his breaths are rapid and that’s what was hurting his chest. “Breathe,” a voice calls. So he obeys. Slowly, his breaths return to normal. The blankets surrounding him give the feeling of being cradled, but not trapped, and the warmth brings his trembling to a minimum.

“Red Son,” the voice he now recognizes as Sandy calls. “Do you hear what I am saying?”

The demon looks up, meeting the Blue One’s eyes, and gives a short nod.

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to. I don’t think you are weak. You are just injured and healing, and that’s okay. I won’t tell anyone,” Sandy’s calm voice is reassuring. But Red Son worries about how much he might’ve just babbled.

Sandy gives him a few more moments to calm down before talking to him again. “I finished working on your bandages. I can get you some tea if you want.” Then he gives a small knowing smile at him. “If you promise not to throw the mug…”

Red Son looks the gentle giant up and down. He slowly shifts into a more comfortable and relaxed position on the bed, and huddles down into the blankets more. He doesn’t smile, but he sounds and feels more like himself in his response. “No promises.”

Sandy’s smile reaches his eyes and he goes off to make more tea.

Red Son manages to not throw the mug this time.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

hi, can i request a angst scenario, chisaki's angel went for a walk alone, chisaki's angel went for a walk alone, so she alerts chisaki that she feels that someone is following her but the call is cut off... surprise it's the lov, so f for chisaki's angel, but toga drinks angel's blood to impersonate her. how this situation ends I leave it to your liking. thanks you.

"Kaaaaaiiiii." You whined while rolling your eyes, still following Chisaki like a pouty child. "I can take care of myself you know?"

"I beg to disagree." He said nonchantly while handing the papers he was holding to Chrono before the man stormed out in hurry. "Not only you have affiliations with me, but also you are clusmy and can hurt yourself very easily." He said in a manner of a fact tone as he entered his office while you deadpanned.

"Says the one that stubbed his toe on the table and overhaule-"

"I thought we weren't going to talk about this incident." He growled while sitting on his chair "Why do you even want to go out alone in the first place?" He gestured his hand towards you as you shrugged with a small smile.

"Ever since we started dating I wasn't even able to walk alone anymore, just that. I love you and like the guys company but... a little bit of privacy is needed sometimes." You went to his side and pouted with the puppy eyes as he scowled "Pretty please?"

He looked at your ring finger adorned with the ring he bought for you some months ago before he sighed.

"Dont be out for too long and call me any time, got that?" He smirked at your squeal and rolled his eyes when you hugged his neck and peppered his face in kisses with lots of "thank you's". He could pretend he disliked or was disgusted all he wants, but lord he couldn't lie to himself that he lived for those sweet gestures of yours, and only yours.

"I will be back soon! Thank you again honey!!!" you squealed while getting out of the room as he shocked his head with a chuckle.

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Not even minutes later, his ringtone allerted him and he picked quickly.

"(Y/n)?"

"Kai, I am coming home now okay?"

"What is that?" He asked smugly "Didn't you wanted to go out alone?"

"Yeah but... it feels like I am being followed or something, I dunno. Maybe I am getting a bit crazy over it."

"I did not send anyone to look after you..." he said in a worry tone. You quickly catched that and you started to giggle to ease his worries.

"Dont worry hon, everything's oka-"

The call ended and he almost felt his heart stopping as he started to call back desperately until a message of you appeared on his screen, telling him that the calls went off but you were fine.

Desspite this... he felt something was off.. yet he didn't wanted to press it much, since he knew already you must have felt suffocated.

Then he let it go... with a knot on his stomach, but he let it go.

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He was done with work, checking his phone ever once in a while before he heard the sound of humming. He looked over his shoulder only to arch his eyebrow at your figurine jumping up and down like a school girl and humming a music he never once heard you singing neither hearing it.

"Someone had fun? Is not every day I will allow it." He asked nonchantly and you eyes locked with him as you opened a smile and twirled your way towards him.

"Hiiii honeeyyy~" something in your voice made him... uncomfortable. He shocked his head at it, no. It was only his imagination...

Yeah... until you sitted on his lap shameless as your giggles seemed a bit... out of you.

"Whaaat? Dont recognize your sweet little (Y/n)?" You tilted your head with a innocent look and a finger on your chin.

He narrowed his eyes at you, feeling that something wasn't right as he tried to push you off gently.

"What's gotten into you brat?" He hissed as you giggled and cupped his cheek, finger only partially brushing over his skin...

He gasped and slapped your hand away when he felt something started to erupt on his skin... something red and that only happened when other people touched him... ever time you touched him it didn't appeared his hives.

He glared at the figurine in front of him whose was smilling innocently at him as he growled.

"Who are you?"

"I'm (Y/n) silly! What's the matter?"

"... say my name." He said coldly while puffing up his chest and staring down at you. Your face twitted in a mix of confusion and shock at his statement as he growled again "Say. My. Name."

"... Overhaul? Is your villain name sweety!"

"My other name. The one I abandoned and only allowed you my dearest to say it." He said one of your nicknames in sarcasm... Suddenly your shock leaved your face as you started to laugh in a psyco way, goo falling off from your face and showing half of the face of his love and half of that brat he meet from the league of villains.

"So you two are that close huh?" She said while smilling before he shouted "now!" To both Chrono and Mimic to hold her down on the ground.

"aaaarhrhrgrhagsie gross." Mimic hissed as Chrono only deadpanned at him.

"Where the heck is my angel you little prick?!" He hisse dthe words as Toga only refused her laughter to small giggles as she looked up at him.

"Maybe you should talk to Tomura about that~?"

"Gladly." He growled the word with a twitch on his left eye as hives appeared more and more due to how much the wrath consumed him.

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He glared back at the blue haired villain as he only made a signal to let go of Toga.

He gave a nod to his subbordinates while she giggled and went back to Twice saying how much fun it was before looking over her shoulder to smile at Overhaul.

"The taste of (Y/n) was very yummy sir!" He went to attack her but Chrono luckily prevented him to do it.

"Now. My (Y/n)." He extended his gloved hand as Sbigaraki started to tip his bony finger on father's before he snapped his two fingers with a dark chuckle.

"Oh! That's right. (Y/n) is dead."

His eyes widened and his gloves exploded away from his hand as he stared at Shigaraki with horror.

His whole world was spinning the only thing that seemed to have stopped was him, Shigataki and the time.

"P...pardon?" He muttered, hands twitching as his whole body trembled.

"Your little thing was just too much of a fighter... I just couldn't keep them down. They always screamed and yelled "let me go!" Or even "you're not going to get away that easy!" Or even my favorite..." he chuckled as Kai gritted his teeth "They said they wanted you! They called! Cried for you! And you were distracted!" He started to laugh as Chisaki puffed in and out of air.

His legs moved before him, his mask had disappeared as he aimed his bare hand at Shigaraki with a bloddy murdered shout-

"SHIGARAKI!'

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He woke up with a gasp before he breathed in and out looking at the ceiling with wide yes.

All... just a dream..?

He wiped the sweat out of his face before extending his arm only to find cold sheets... realizitation hitted him soon enough.

It wasn't a dream. It was reality. You had been gone for the last two months...

He had been having those nightmares every single night ever since your funeral... During his outburst the league of villains was located by some heroes and they got to jail.. All thanks to Overhaul acting like a beast on trying to kill all of them...

But... you weren't back. You weren't coming back ever...

With a sigh he got up... his skin itching to take a shower and clean his own sheen of sweat.

The drops of water hitted him as he stared blantly at wall he went to pick the soap but only saw his matching ring on his hand... He only stared at it for a moment before he started to hyperventilate before he let out a shout and punched the wall, enough times to make it bleed...

His anger soon melted by misery as he feel to his knees and shouted in his hands and sobbed... the water only muffling his kiss and grief as the tears fell from his amber eyes to the cold title of his bathroom.

"(Y/n)...." was the only word that passed through his lips through sobs, shouts and cries until the powerfull and strong yakusa boss knocked out on his own shower.

[stellar-imagines]

SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝hey, Mr. Villain.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku (Villain) ]

「Scenario of Villain Deku with reader who's an information broker. The two met one another in a bar and has a really interesting relationship with one another. The reader sells information to both heroes and villains, completely disregarding their status.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU (VILLAIN)

Sometimes, you weren't sure which side you were on. Was it on the good side or the bad side? But all you knew that things like these were fun. Surely, this line of work isn't something your parents would be proud of. Then again, you could no longer remember their faces after being abandoned by them and sent to an orphanage. You were what people would call an information broker. Selling information was very fun. Not only you could name any price you wanted but you could witness the chaos and conflict that erupts. There were heroes and villains who knew of you but you were always equal to your clients, no matter what side they belong to.

The only reason you were only able to run free was thanks to the heroes and villains who kept your existence a secret from one another. One of your favorite places to trade information was a small bar in the back alley and it was known to very few people. You have befriended the bartender who happened to be the owner. He was a man no older than 40, someone very knowledgable about alcohol. You find yourself sitting by the bar, shrugging off your vest, and stretching your arms. The bar was empty, the seats were unoccupied. The bartender quickly acknowledged your presence and smiled at you.

"Good evening, [Last Name]-san. A long day at work, I suppose?" the man began to prepare your drink while you made yourself comfortable. There was gentle music playing in the background, one that soothed your nerves. A soft sigh left your lips as you rested your elbows onto the table, supporting your head with your left hand.

"You know it. Anyway, you have to hear this, barkeep. There was a car crash today. I was trading information with a mafioso and apparently the information he just traded with me was top secret. Later that day, it's reported that he's hospitalized from the car crash." you said while the bartender gently placed a coaster and a glass filled with some liquid over it.

"Then I was almost killed because my client slipped out the fact that he had passed on the information before being taken away. Well, I managed to escape."

You grabbed hold of the glass and swirled in the contents as the ice clinked against the walls of the cup. A river of clear-golden cider flowing over crystal cubes. The glass was then raised to your lips and you inhaled the scent of your drink. A sip was all it took. The taste is like a hypothetical melted scoop of apple gelato. It's as if you were drinking the juice from ten apples in one gulp—multiplied by alcohol. It has a nice tartness without becoming syrupy sweet. The taste had you humming and sighing in the content. The stress from putting your life on the line was suddenly washed away.

"Almost all critical and classified information in the world is in your hands. Your head's full of them that's more valuable than gold. There must be as many enemies as there are stars in the sky who wish to torture you for information." the bartender was busy wiping glasses as he said this.

"But you seem so happy." he smiled.

"Well, it's because the information seems to be interesting and I look forward to others that might mix things up a bit in this case. Because I have a feeling it's far from over." you chuckled gently.

You always appeared to be an innocent civilian outside your work. You didn't have any friends at all aside from the bartender and probably the very few people you always traded information with. While you drank, you had your phone in your right hand, looking through the news on heroes. They seem to be performing well recently, stopping villain attacks, helping, and protecting civilians. In a way, your job is helping people but its completely different from what heroes normally do.

A plain white long-sleeved top finished off with a black vest, a tie, and black trousers. If he weren't sitting two seats away from you with a drink in hand, you would easily mistake him as a bartender. His face looked a bit young, framed by a short mess of fluffy dark-green hair that sticks up at odd angles. Somehow it looks really fluffy too.  His eyes are large and somewhat circular, their irises the same green color as his hair. He has a set of four symmetrical freckles in diamond formations, one on each cheek. You recognized him as one of the most notorious villain.

"So you're the infamous informant broker?" he spoke first.

"And you're the villain, Deku right?" you asked.

"Oh! Am I that famous?" he perked up.

You chuckled at the sight of his face lighting up in surprise. Sure it probably was him just messing around with you and faking an expression. Deku smiles at you in response and you couldn't help but think that he looked quite attractive despite being a villain. You've heard a lot of rumors about him but honestly, this was your first time seeing him face to face like this. And you couldn't help but think that he's quite attractive. Overall he looks innocent but you've met countless villains before and you could see the crazed look in his eyes. 

"So, you needed something from me? You're quite lucky to run into me in this getup." you said, setting down your drink back onto the coaster.

"Are you implying that this is how you really look?"

Your quirk was a strong one but you never really used it for combat, you often it used to hide your identity and to escape. The name given to your quirk was Illusion. It revolves around the use of illusions, allowing you to create illusions that deceive many people. You can also determine who sees and hears the illusions and who doesn't. When the targets strike the illusions, they will break after a few hits. You often used your quirk to change your appearance and sneak into places, it was easy to deceive cameras and people with a little bit of acting. 

"Perhaps." you shrugged with a coy smile.

Deku was surprisingly a talkative person and a smooth talker. You've had your fair share of guys that flirted and tried to pick you up but none of them actually caught your interest. Most of the time, you would do this for the sake of obtaining information. But with Deku, you were genuinely interested in whatever topics he brought up. It was as if you were talking with one of your old friends. You felt at ease and even thought that lowering your guard wouldn't be a problem at all. Then again, the bar was a quiet place with only you, Deku, and the bartender inside. He was a gentleman through and through, even going as far as to pay for your drinks.

The two of you had an odd relationship. You both flirted with one another often, acting like lovers when you're actually not. However, you couldn't deny that Deku is an attractive person.

You’d always meet Deku in the same bar at the same time. Sometimes he’d pay for your drinks and sometimes you’d pay for his. He was probably one of the very few people that actually meet up with you just to spend some time instead for information. He often went on about his day, talking about how he just got rid of an organization that was using his name, spreading false rumors which caused other organizations to attack them. It was very interesting for you to hear him talk about his thrilling life. As an information broker, you often assisted people who're living a lifestyle where they know they could lose your life at any moment was to be expected. 

It was the kind of lifestyle you can never relate to. Of course, just like any other human, you feared death. You preferred listening to stories of people living that lifestyle you could never imagine yourself in. You actually loved watching from a distance whenever a fight breaks out. It's like watching an action movie for free and thanks to your quirk, you get a front-row seat to it.

"Damn, they’re at it again."

"What's it this time?"

"The port on the north, there was a fight between two organizations and it blew up!" 

You heard people whispering about that while you were walking around town. At that moment, you recalled blurting out that a certain organization was planning on shipping high-quality explosives to Yokohama. The only people you told that to were ones that were really close to you. As you stepped into the bar, you were greeted warmly by the bartender and the music. Your eyes landed on the familiar figure sitting by the counter, casually sipping their drink and looking like he has been here for quite a while.

"That was quite an explosion, Deku-kun!" you exclaimed, skipping over and taking a seat next to the man. He let out a chuckle in return, his posture was relaxed and just by looking at him, he was giving off an innocent vibe.

"Hm? What are you talking about?" he feigned innocence with a smile.

The two of you conversed like usual. It was all over the news that there were theories that Deku was the culprit behind this explosion but the police didn't have enough evidence. On the other hand, you had been observing the whole incident from a very safe place. It was very thrilling, there were quirkless people with weapons and a ton of action. The explosion was one that attracted attention and woke up countless of people. Despite being within a safe distance, the heat from the explosion and the noise managed to deafen your ears. You knew that it was him because you only remembered babbling about it while you were in the bar. What’s more, it wasn’t a fight between two organizations. It was only Deku single-handedly destroying the entire port.

”Maybe I should’ve become a detective instead.” you hummed.

”No way. This job suits you well.” Deku said with an innocent smile, leaning against you.

”With that innocent vibe you give off and your quirk.....And not mention, your irresistible charm and draws in men.” Deku takes hold of your hand and gently strokes the back of your hand with his gloved hand.

“Don’t tell me that you’ve fallen in love with me?” you teased playfully.

”Perhaps I have.” Deku answers within a heartbeat. He sounds pretty serious for once, dropping the playful smirk that he usually has. But that serious look disappeared and was replaced with that usual grin he had. He chuckled and told you that he was just joking. You rolled your eyes in response and watched as he sipped his drink.

"Any man would be lucky to have you as a girlfriend. I know I would be." Deku rested his elbow on the counter, holding his cheek with his hand and looking at you.

"Is that your way of asking me out?" you smiled cheekily at him.

"Not today sweetheart. I will ask you out in a way that will blow your mind." Deku said with a confident smirk. You could only smile at him.

"I look forward to it."

On the next night, instead of heading to the bar, you decided to head elsewhere. The streets were still busy with people crossing the road and cars passing by. However, you took another road that was small and vacant. You were closing in on an abandoned building by the port which was currently used as a storage. As you looked up into the sky, you could see a few heroes flying in the air and making their way to the same destination as you were. You laid low, ensuring that no cameras and people caught you snooping around. 

When you arrived at the abandoned storage building, you could hear a conversation going on while you sneaked into the building, and found the perfect spot to watch everything unfold. This kind of information will really sell well, especially to the news reporters. You kept quiet, holding onto a voice recording tool as you sit atop a bunch of crates, swinging your legs back and forth.

"Villain Deku. On the criminal charges of complicity in 140 murders, 67 cases of extortion, and sundry other crimes. You are under arrest."

"I guess I have finally been caught." Deku raised his hands in defeat. He was out of tricks, even injured from fighting against heroes. He was laying atop of broken crates, blood running down his face and his body ached all over. His wounds weren't that major but if he moved, it was still painful. Not to mention, his pristine white dress shirt was soaked in his own blood.

Deku finds himself closing his eyes and letting out a sigh.

"Hey, Deku. Do you want to live?" 

Your familiar voice caused him to open his eyes. He has never felt this relieved to see you here. Seeing you smiling at him made him smile too. His gaze softened into the one that you’re used with, one that was playful and loving.

All of a sudden, the moon emerged from its hiding spot behind the clouds. The moonlight cast a silhouette over your figure and with the help of your quirk, you were well disguised, looking like a completely different person. You stood at the top of a stack of crates and the spot where the moonlight shone onto the building. Using your quirk, you changed your appearance, from your hair to your clothes. Instead of making yourself visible to only Deku, you decided to reveal yourself to everyone. While everyone still has their attention on you, you hopped off the crate and landed on your feet gracefully. The people Deku were fighting against heroes who were looking into the port explosion incident.

"Oh! You came to save me?" Deku's eyes gleam in surprise. 

"I can't have you dying." you stood in front of the villain who was knocked down with debris of the crates scratched up his skin. You paid no heed to the heroes who were telling you to get out of the way and wondering whether you were an accomplice or not. 

"Not when you promised me a date."

"What kind of magic are you gonna show me today?" Deku finds himself smiling at you. He knows the full extent of your quirk and has seen you actually use it before. It was very versatile. You could create a smokescreen and use that chance to escape. Or you could create illusions of soldiers to distract the heroes and escape. Honestly, the things you could do were endless. You pulled out a grenade from your pockets and waved it around.

"Nothing. Just a simple old grenade." you grinned.

You both miraculously escaped despite your half-assed way of escaping. Normally, you always planned everything carefully to avoid people looking for you. However, you just felt like taking a risk today. You took Deku to your apartment to patch him up. This was your very first time actually bringing someone to your apartment and you couldn't believe that Deku was the first-ever person you've brought.

"I feel like I just did something really bad." you muttered to yourself as you gathered the medical supplies you had laid out.

"Would you feel better if I took you out on a romantic date as thanks?"

"Maybe." 

Total: 2595 words Published: 09.09.2020

Thank you for requesting! ｡٩(ˊᗜˋ)و*｡ First time writing for villain Deku! Hope you liked it anon! ― author Lou

Thank you for requesting it! How does one write for villain Deku? Our very first time But we hope you enjoyed this, anon! ― author Natsuki

Requests are open! Matchups are closed!

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[sunshineandbnha]

Another World - Deku x reader

Word count: 2,319

Warnings: angst, pining, unrequited love, don't read if you felt like being happy, read if you're tired of the reader being a U.A. student.

A/n: I was at the beach. I started trying to make a sand castle of U.A. and started thinking about the walls. And that led to thinking about something else that was on my mind recently and it led to this.

"Why do we never see U.A. boys?" A girl a couple of meters away from you said.

You were just minding your own business at the beach, reading a book. Though the book had gotten to a slow point and you couldn’t help but overhear.

"Vanessa, you know they're probably at U.A. training to be heroes. Right?"

"I know," you could practically hear the girl sitting up, "But wouldn't it be amazing to have a hero boyfriend? Strong, brave, popular-"

"And money?" The other girl said teasingly.

"That's great too." She laughed. "But why's it got to be so hard to meet them and see them? It's like the only way to get together with them is be actually attend U.A."

"Don't do it. You're already a second year at our high school and there's no way you'd pass the entrance exam."

"Hey, I’m smart. I got some athletic skills," a playful pout was present in her voice, "I could do a cartwheel a few years ago."

"Yeah. The villains will be devastated by your cartwheeling abilities."

Somewhere around then was when you tuned out. They didn't talk about anything interesting after that. Besides, the book got interesting again.

While in the timeless void of being sucked into the literary work, your mind occasionally wandered to the boy you had seen during your time at the beach. He was simply jogging on the clean sand. He wore nothing more than a loose gray shirt, gray shorts, and red shoes. His green, wavy hair fluttered in the sea breeze. His round eyes fixed forward in concentration and determination. His face looked so soft, in a way that enchanted you and that drew you in. A way that made you want to imprint it into your memory.

It was one of those magical moments where someone in the crowd catches your eye, and continues to every single time they were in your field of vision. One where you feel a connection, and truly want to talk to them and become friends. But at the same time not knowing how you would even start talking to them so you just sit, stare, and daydream.

To your embarrassment, you fell victim to these daydreams. Imagining if you let him have one of your water bottles when he came by again. Or if he suddenly asked about the book you were reading. And then it would launch into a conversation you always dreamed of having. One with no awkward moments, just laughing with him and bonding. What if you were both standing at the edge of the water, then walked in, letting the waves wash around you? What if while you were staring at him an unsuspected wave crashed into you, causing you to tip over and him to catch you? What if you ended up becoming really good friends and would always remember that day? What if one day he ask you o-

You grit your teeth and dug your fingertips into your head. What were you thinking? You didn't even know his name.

The next time you looked up from your book you realized you'd been reading and daydreaming for hours. With that, you decided to close your book with a snap. You were either going to get into the water or take a nap. A glance to your left had you doing a double take. You straighten your spine as if it would help you see. There he was. On the upper part of the shore, running the opposite direction he was before. His hair seemed slightly messier and his breathing more labored. You bit your lip.

Once again, you desperately wanted to talk to him. But your body seemed to freeze, leaving you a prisoner tortured by the 'what ifs' that could be possible if you just did something.

A sigh tumbled out of your mouth, releasing a small bit of frustration. You looked back up. He was getting closer. In a minute he would probably pass and leave, and you would probably never see him again.

A small plan formulated in your brain. Maybe if you quickly gathered your things to go to your family's tent for the day, you could walk past him. At least then you'd get the closest you ever could to him.

With great haste and faux calm, you collected all of your things. Everything was awkwardly cluttered in your arms. Part of you wished that you hadn't picked up all of your things. But it was too late to change your mind. You were already walking up to the tent, closer to him. Closer and closer. Your chest tightened.

You felt the book in your pile begin to slip to a more precarious position. When you looked down and adjusted your arm, you suddenly felt nothing under your right foot. Your heart dropped as your right half rapidly accelerated towards the ground. Before you could even process what was happening, other than a pain shooting through your foot and up your leg, you felt a firm grip around your arm. It was just slightly below where your arm met your shoulder. It lifted you up slighlty and was accompanied by a gentle hand on your upper back.

"Oh! Than-" you began to say. The sentence was haulted when your arms suddenly felt strangely light. Nothing, aside from his hand, was touching them anymore. When you looked down, you realized that your items had tumbled out of your arms when your hold had loosened. "Uh no."

"Are you okay," a sweet voice asked.

You looked up at the source. Your face heated up. It was him. It was either a dream, that he caught you, or a nightmare, that you might have bothered him or he thinks you're a clumsy person who doesn't pay attention.

You completely forgot about the boy as you got onto your left knee to pick it up, your right leg still in the hole. You froze on the inside, eyes wide, and felt hyper aware when you realized you had just accidentally combined 'uh oh' and 'oh no'. Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice and got down to help.

You clumsily scooped everything up and he carefully placed the items into his arms. You were planning to take the rest of the things he picked up once you stood.

You began speaking as you rose. "I was just going back to the ten an- ow!" You immediately took the weight of your body off of your right foot and hissed at the pain.

"Are you okay?" His green eyes twinkled with concern as he stared at you. He lifted his arms, almost as if subconsciously readying himself in case you fell. It was almost sweet enough to make you cry.

"No. I'm good." You tried to step onto the injured foot again. Nope! You instinctively retracted upon the sharp pain returning.

"Here, let me help you."

It was an awkward experience as you both figured out how to get you and your things to the tent. Eventually he helped you set your things down, pulled your arm over his shoulders with his arm under yours, and got you to your tent. He assisted you in gently lowering yourself to sit in the cloth structure before he went for your things to bring them over.

You admired him from afar, but made sure to wipe the dreamy look away from your face when he returned.

"You didn't have to," you mentioned.

"But you were hurt. And a hero always helps people in need." His kind eyes stared into yours again. Almost mesmerizing you.

"Okay, Small Might," you joked. You felt your stomach drop when you realized your cheesy pun. Worry that he would find this weird and suddenly make an excuse to leave and never speak to you again filled you.

Before you were even fully finished with your over reactive prediction, his eyes lit up like a starry night sky and his smile grew.

"Do you like All Might too?"

"Well, he's a great hero. He's brave, kind, at least from what I heard, and always-"

"Saves people with a smile!" He finished along with you.

He laughed. Gosh, his laugh. It sounded like soft bells on a spring morning. A sound that you could listen to forever.

The laughter faded, leaving you to stare at each other. You had no idea what to say. It quickly became awkward and you turned your gaze to anywhere but him. You prayed he couldn't hear your heart. The pounds seemed to vibrate through your whole body.

After absent minded shuffling sand underfoot his eyes widened.

"Oh, right, the schedule!" His rigid hands came to his head. He calmed for a second to look to you.

One of your eye brows raised in confusion.

"I have to go now." His voice trembled slightly as he blurted his words out and he jogged in place.

"Oh, okay," you began to say, feeling your good mood sink. But before you were even finished speaking, he ran off, leaving you to poke your head out of the tent to watch him go. "Bye..." you said in a quiet breath.

It had been a while since you'd seen him. Summer ended and school started up. Though his image stayed in your mind. Replayed the moment when he caught you. How he smiled. Laughed. Helped you. Your conversation.

You prayed you'd see him again.

You had wanted to go out more often in order to see him, but you weren’t able to nearly as much as you wanted to. Things kept coming up that prevented it. But you never lost hope. There were many daydreams about seeing him again. Maybe he would transfer to your school. He'd comment how he'd seen you at the beach. You'd compliment what he was wearing. He'd ask if your foot healed. You'd say it had and start talking with him. The conversation would be amazing and you would agree to hang out more.

You laughed at yourself and the euphoria of the thought. It would be unlikely that would happened so seamlessly. But it didn't make the idea any less magical.

You walked down the street, heading to the library. It technically was a school day, however, school was closed due to a recent villain attack nearby. Some students on the track team said they could see the fight and almost got caught in the crossfire. One girl was gushing about how she had been saved by a hero. But it was serious and your school was closed just in case, as well as to clean up any damage and see if they could make some new rule or feature to prevent it. All of this mean you got a few days off.

The book you were going to return was safely in your bag. You had actually borrowed that book you read at the beach again. It and its story was now connected to your memory of him and you'd thought it'd be nice to relive it.

You were just glancing around. Then you suddenly stopped in your tracks.

You spotted him. There he was, on the other side of the street, running like he was in a hurry. He was wearing what looked like a uniform, but you couldn’t put your finger on what it was for. He must have not seen you. You decided to chase after him, to try to say hi or possibly get a conversation in. Who knew when you'd see him again?

You safely crossed the street and began to run up. At this point, you were nearly in front of U.A.'s entrance. It was huge! But what surprised you was when he turned to go up the steps into the school ground.

"Hey!" You called out to him.

He paused and looked at you. A look of recognition and surprise flashed on his face. You got a better look at his uniform.

Wait!

You haulted just three meters in front of him. You couldn’t know for sure, but it looked like a U.A. uniform. And he was just about to walk through the gate as if he were attending...

After an eternity of staring, you finally became collected enough to say something

"Oh, you attend U.A?" You slowly said after processing it all.

"Yeah." He looked to the school, then back at you. His perfect face seemed to show utter ignorance and confusion to your reaction.

"Oh. Cool!" You faked a smile.

You both stood there an extra few seconds. Once again staring at each other. You were desperate to keep talking to him, but you didn't know what to say and he probably needed to get to class.

"Well... I gotta go to class now." He turned and began jogging forwards. Into the walls of the school.

Away to a world you couldn’t follow.

Tentatively and not wanted to lose him, you began to follow him. But the second your hand had almost reached past the gate, loud plates of metal rushed in front of you. It caused you to jump back, retracting your hand to your heart. The gates snapped close, leaving no possible entrance, locking you away from him forever.

You stood there. Head spinning. Vision wobbling. Heart aching and yearning. You drooped and stared down in defeat in front of the glorious building you could never enter.

Of course. Why would someone with amazing goals and habits ever end up with, or even pick, someone like you? You should have known. You should have been able to tell he wanted to be a hero.

Maybe you would have had a chance. But not now. Not when he was putting every bit of his time and effort to be a hero. He was in a completely different, separate, much more spectacular world.

One that you could never be a part of.

[pocket-luv101]

Summary: Kuro and Mahiru celebrate their daughter’s birthday. (KuroMahi, Fem Mahiru)

“Happy birthday, Machi!” Tsurugi cheered as he entered the apartment. His call was quickly answered by Machi’s excited squeal and the little girl ran to her uncle. Mahiru followed her to greet Tsurugi in the doorway. He held a large present box and he placed it on the ground so he could hug his niece. “How is my favourite niece?”

“Machi is excited! Mama made a big cake! She said that we had to wait for everyone to come before we can eat. But, Machi’s hungry for cake! It has a bunch of shiny strawberries.” She made wide gestures as she described the cake. Yumikage and Jun entered the house with presents as well. Mahiru couldn’t contain her smile as she watched Machi interact with her uncles.

Machi noticed a fourth person enter the house but she didn’t recognize him. She pointed to him and declared, “Old Man smells like smoke! That’s bad for you!”

“Old man? Didn’t your mother teach you that it’s rude to call people by names like that? Well, it’s your birthday so you can be a little cheeky. Here.” Touma said and held out a bag of treats to Machi. She didn’t take the candy and looked to her mother instead.

“You can take it, Machi.” After her mother nodded to her, Machi accepted the bag and thanked him politely. Mahiru picked her up into her arms and carried her closer to Touma. “This man is your… His name is Touma. You met him when you were very young so you don’t remember him but you can trust him. Can you tell Papa that your uncles are here, Machi?”

“Okay!” The moment she placed her on the ground, Machi took Tsurugi’s hand and dragged her uncle to the party. “Machi will show you the giant cake!”

Mahiru stayed in the doorway so she could speak with Touma. She learned that he was her father when she was a teenager but it was still difficult to see him as a parent. They would only speak with each other a couple times during family events. Sometimes, she would question why her mother would be with a man like Touma. Was she born from love or simply a mistake to her parents?

“The Shirota family has strong genes, don’t they? Machi looks exactly like you and you’re a mirror image of your mother.” Touma commented. He reached into his pocket for a cigarette but he stopped himself when he heard Machi’s laughter in the distance. “There’s not a single resemblance of me in you. No one will think that I’m your father at a glance. I’m surprised that you invited me to your daughter’s birthday party.”

“I’m surprised that you came.” Mahiru retorted. He took out a wrapped box and she saw that Machi’s name was written on the tag. She had assumed that the bag of treats was his birthday gift and she wondered what he bought her since the box was rather light. Did Tsurugi tell him what to buy for Machi’s birthday?

“They’re shoes.” Touma told her. “I don’t know what a kid would want. When Tsurugi was young, I bought him a pair of shoes and he liked them. I thought I should get Machi the same thing. If they don’t fit her, the gift receipt is inside and you can exchange the shoes.”

“Shoes are simple and practical. Machi will like them. Thank you for coming. Machi said she wanted her grandfather to come.” Mahiru carried the present into the living room and placed it on the table with the other gifts. The table was overflowing with colourful boxes and the sight made her happy. She was glad that her daughter was so loved. As a mother, the only thing she wanted was for her daughter to be surrounded with happiness.

She recalled her own birthday when she was four years old. Her mother had died only a few months before that. While her uncle took time off to celebrate her birthday, a young Mahiru couldn’t help but feel lonely. She didn’t want her daughter to ever feel the same way. She invited as many people as she could to Machi’s birthday party.

A strong arm wrapped around her shoulder and she was pulled out of her thoughts. Kuro stood beside her and there was a hint of worry in his red eyes. He was able to read her expression and he knew that there was something on her mind. Without a word, he kissed her temple. They were able to understand each other without speaking.

“Next month is your birthday. I was talking with your uncle and he said that he’s already planning to take time off for your birthday party. Hyde and Licht said the same.” He told her and tenderly rubbed her arms. “I know you would want to be with everyone on your birthday. Can I take you on a private birthday dinner the day before your big party though?”

“I think that’s a great idea.” She nodded to him and a smile spread over her lips. Mahiru couldn’t begin to tell Kuro how much he had changed her life the day they met. He had filled her days with so much happiness and she gained more friends through their adventures. Now, they had their own family.

“Mama! Papa! Look at this trick that Auntie Mikuni taught me just now. I can make thunder!” Machi called their names as she ran to them. She held a balloon over her head and vigorously rubbed it against her hair. After a few minutes, she walked to JeJe standing nearby and touched his hand. He wasn’t facing her so he didn’t expect to feel static electricity shock his hand. He winced and pulled his hand away from her. She only smiled up at him innocently. “Thunder attack.”

Machi waved the balloon in front of her and explained. “Auntie Mikuni told me that the attack is more effective if the person doesn’t expect it. I should aim for Uncle JeJe since he’s easy to pick on.”

“You shouldn’t listen to everything your Auntie tells you, Machi. She likes to play pranks on people sometimes.” Mahiru smiled warily. She knelt in front of her daughter and smoothed her hand over her hair. The balloon had made her hair frizzy and disorganized. Once her hair was fixed, Mahiru kissed her forehead. “That was a cool attack though. Only use it on villains.”

“Okay.” She nodded. Then, she ran back to the party to show others her trick. Mahiru sat on the couch and watched her play with her cousins. “Lucy, let’s fight demons together with this new lightning attack. Auntie Mikuni taught me this attack and I will share it with everyone.”

“Can you blow me a green balloon?” Yuu asked and handed it to Tetsu. “Father’s strong lungs will make a balloon large enough to carry all of us into the sky.”

“Kids have wild imaginations, don’t they?” Toru laughed and sat next to Mahiru. Whenever he looked at Machi, he couldn’t help but remember when Mahiru was her age. He did his best to raise her with his busy job and he came to love her like his own daughter. “You liked to play ‘Superheroes’ too. I don’t know how I was able to keep up with you.”

“You’re talking as if you’re an old man, Uncle.” Kuro sat on Mahiru’s right and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Weren’t you the one who said that you’re a thunder god and you would watch over our family forever?”

“Uncle Toru is a thunder god?” Machi overheard their conversation and stared at her great uncle with awe. “When you attack the villain, you must go like this: Rawr-jin!”

The childish way she mispronounced ‘Raijin’ brought a tear to Toru’s eye. He hugged Mahiru and Machi close. “Mahiru, you’ve raised a wonderful daughter who knows the power of a great pun.”

“Thank you, Uncle Youtarou! This is fluffy just like a cat.” Machi thanked Youtarou as he wrapped the warm scarf around her neck. She played with the fluffy balls that were sewed onto the ends of the scarf. A box was placed next to her and it stood taller than her. “Is this really for me?”

“I have the best gift of the night.” Misono wore a proud grin after she saw Machi’s reaction to the gift. “The subclasses loved this toy when I gave it to them. You’ll have a lot of fun with it too.”

“It’s so tall that I can’t reach the bow on the top.” Machi stretched onto her toes but her fingers barely brushed against the top of the box. She was suddenly lifted into the air but she wasn’t scared. She immediately knew that her father had picked her up. “Thank you, Papa!”

“You should say thank you to Tetsu and Misono since they’re the one who gave you this present.” He told her but she was distracted with the wrapping paper. Kuro held her over the bow so she could tear off the wrapping. He could only imagine what the gift would be. While he was grateful that their friends were generous with gifts for Machi, he didn’t know where they would put the present.

“A cat sized house!” Machi gasped when she saw the glossy image printed onto the box. “It can fit me too. Can we open it and play house right away?”

“Okay.” Mahiru said even as Machi struggled to open the box and take out the playhouse. She helped her pull out the large pieces from the box. “It’ll take us some time to set this up for you. How about you choose everyone’s role while we do that?”

“I wanna be the daughter!” Machi decided quickly. She started to list roles for everyone in her game. She hugged Mahiru’s leg and grinned up at her. “Mama will be the mom. Papa is the dad. Uncle Tsurugi and Uncle Youtarou are my uncles in the game.”

Gear tapped Kuro’s shoulder and then whispered to him. “You have a simpleminded kid, don’t you?”

“Uncle Gear, you will be the family pet!” Machi declared and her innocent smile never faltered. Kuro didn’t try to hold back his laugh. She appeared confused by her father’s reaction so Gear knew that she didn’t hold any malice in her choice. Machi reasoned that they exchanged a joke that she didn’t hear and she laughed along with them.

Mahiru was exhausted by the end of the day. She was grateful that Licht and Hyde stayed to help clean the party before they returned to their hotel. The house was now quiet and she walked down the hall to the bedroom she shared with Kuro. The bathroom door was opened and she could see Kuro help Machi brush her teeth. “You ate a lot of sweets today so make sure to bush extra well, Machi.”

“Okay, all done, Papa.” She said after she spit out another mouthful of water. Machi didn’t climb off the step stool she used to reach the sink and held out her arms to him instead. Kuro knew that she was likely tired after the party and she wanted him to carry her. As he picked her up, he saw Mahiru’s smiling reflection in the mirror.

“I said I would put Machi to bed so you could go to sleep first. You stayed up late to work on the cake last night.” The birthday party was important to both of them and she spent the past week planning it. He walked to the doorway and kissed Mahiru softly. “You still push yourself too much. When you traded our vows, we promised to lean on each other.”

“I’m certain that promise was first made when I became your Eve.” They had kept that vow to each other since that day they met. She was tempted to ask him to carry her to bed but he was already holding Machi. Their daughter was already sleeping soundly against his shoulder and Mahiru hoped that she had fun at the party. “She called Touma an Old Man this morning.”

“Apparently, Gear is a pet to her because of his wolf form.” They both laughed softly. She opened the door to Machi’s room and they quietly placed her on the bed. Mahiru was careful to not wake her as she kissed her brown hair and pulled the blanket to her shoulder. As she stood, she noticed Kuro staring at her. “Machi speaks her mind the way you do.”

Kuro wrapped his arms around her and Mahiru thought he simply wanted to hug her. Instead, he lifted her off the bed and held her against his chest. He brought her out of the room to return to their own bed. He leaned his forehead against hers and said, “Your birthday is next month. Is there anything you want? I know you’re going to say that you already have everything you need but you can be selfish on your birthday.”

“Well, it has been a long time since I’ve seen you in a fancy suit.” Mahiru said and traced her finger over the collar of his shirt. “Formal clothes are ‘troublesome’ but you look great in them.”

[imaginesmai]

Tony Stark - On sale

This is so, so embarrasingly late. And it’s not even what you asked for - I’m so sorry @cerealboxmaterial​. But I just found your request, and even if it doesn’t have the prompts you asked for, it’s still funny and fluffy. I hope you like it, sorry for the delay! 

A/N at the end, and it’s important!

Plot: Tony has a task: bring nuggets to satisfy your pregnant cravings. The obstacle: they were on sale.

Three magazines, a few sudokus and a good looking through Netflix later, you were still bored out of your mind. You had spent yet another day on the couch. Under normal circumstances, you would have been happy to do so, because in the recent lake house you had bought everything was perfect for a chill out day. But lately, it was starting to feel like a prison, and you didn’t have the energy to go out and take a walk around the lake. Even if it was spring and the trees you had planted last year were starting to grow beautifully, you couldn’t imagine what Tony would do if he found you out there by yourself once more, since the first time he had to be taken to the hospital with tachycardia.

Tony Stark, the same man that was strong enough to hold the weight of the world on his shoulders. That had been Iron Man for years and had defeated the most dangerous villains in history. Still, if he found you outside again, you were sure he would have a heart attack for real.

The door opened and closed like a thunder, and the peace disappeared from the lake house. You were almost glad, until you saw Tony swallowed in at least twenty shopping bags and swinging dangerously.

“I got the, uh” Tony said from under the bags, out of breath. “Thing you asked me to. But – but they were on sale Y/N, on sale. For every two things I bought, they gave me one free. Do you know how crazy that’s it?!”

You chuckled while Tony dropped some of them to the ground, who was still not used to going shopping to a real shop. Tony tried to reach to you while being careful of the bags, which turned into most of them falling to the ground and a bunch of objects rolling to your feet. He cursed under his breath and muttered on how if he bought online that wouldn’t happen.

You tried to lean down to help Tony, but were stopped by him pushing you to a sitting position again.

“Whoa, whoa. What are you doing? The house isn’t on fire, don’t move” Tony chuckled, although it had a nervous hint at the bottom.

“I’m not going to lift the couch to see if any of them it’s under” you rolled your eyes and pushed against his grip on your shoulders. “Come on, Tony, I’m not on a wheelchair, I can move”

“I think being pregnant is a fairly well excuse with sitting there while I pick the things up”

You sighed and finally sat back against the couch, crossing your arms to prove your utter disagreement to Tony’s politics about being pregnant and near the date of birth. It wasn’t that close, actually, you had a long month before the date the doctor set. But the overprotective dad had seen and read at least one thousand and a half shows and books about the birth, parenting and types of children.

So Tony had arrested you in the new house while he did things like going out for shopping, because even if he didn’t want to leave you alone, he couldn’t resist when you asked him something using the baby and you needed a few hours to yourself.

“I couldn’t remember if you wanted mint, lemon, strawberry or cookie ice cream, so I bought them all” Tony talked while taking out the different containers out of the first bag. “All of them are equally disgusting if you ask me, so I’m putting them on the garage fridge not to insult the rest of the food in the main one”

“You’re so dramatic” you laughed, and shifted in the couch. Your swollen stomach was hard to handle, and sometimes you wondered if it wouldn’t just pop off suddenly. “What else did you buy?”

“Well, glad you asked”

Your jaw could have hit the floor when you saw Tony empty two of the bags in the coffee table, creating a mountain of onesies themed as the avengers, every animal on the planet and some of the actual children TV shows. There were Star Wars themed onesies, pirates of the Caribbean, a fucking robot, a bunny with its ears and tail, and one of them had the SI logo on the front.

They fell off the table like leaves, and you watched as Tony placed his hands on his hips and looked proud of himself. The silence came back into the house and for a moment you thought it was all a dream. You had known Tony had a tendency to overdo himself in anything, but you didn’t think letting him go to Target for ice-cream, nuggets and carrots would be a problem.

“Before you say anything” Tony started, his smile lowering when he didn’t see you mirroring it. “It wasn’t my fault. I was going to buy only two! But then, they told me that I could take one for free, because for every two items I had one free. One free, Y/N. And for four items? Two!”

“Did you leave any on the store?” you asked fearfully, already knowing the answer.

“It’s not like anyone is going to need them, as an imperial need” he tried to explain. “Besides, they can –“

“There is one baby coming, not an army!” you almost yelled. You felt like ripping your hair off. “Why can’t you do anything like a normal person, Tony?! We can’t keep or use all of that onesies!”

“I have already thought about that!” Tony shouted back, stretching his arms towards the mess on the table. “I – if we put three onesies every day, only two won’t be used. They are all the same size, so – “

“Do you use your brain for anything else than science?” you looked at him horrified, thinking about your baby using all of those onesies. “Babies grow too quickly.”

“Then we can cut off the feet of the onesie and the baby will fit” Tony tried to assure you.

From all the things Tony had done since he had known about the baby, that was probably the worst by far. He had picked fights with the nurses at the hospital when they didn’t let him into the examination room, with some grandmas at the store over a box of diapers and with half of his company when they tried to forced him back to work.

Risking a glance to the other’s bags, you caught a glimpse of a stuffed animal, a pacifier and another two boxes of baby formula of different flavours. You sighed and hid your head into your hands, feeling too tired to make Tony see what he had bought.

“I can’t believe you bought that many onesies” you said, and heard him move through the bags. Once he was sitting by your side, you let out a small laugh. “What face did the employee had?”

“White” Tony scooted closer, and forced your back to the couch to put his arm around your shoulders. “I mean, kid made the wage of a lifetime, and his boss will make him the employee of the century. I made him a favour”

“Sure”

You turned your head left so that you were looking right into the brown eyes. They were warm, trustable and, most important, happy. You had seen Tony grow over the years to the man he was that day, and the happiness that had filled his chocolate orbs the last eight months always amazed you.

Tony let his hand travel to yours, and slowly started massaging it. Since the beginning of the pregnancy, you had had your fingers swollen, so you couldn’t carry anymore the ring of your engagement. He didn’t mind, and he had promised you a lot of times that for him it was the same if you carried on your neck as a chain.

Eventually, his calloused fingers laced with yours.

“I like the way our hands fit perfectly” Tony grinned, looking at you like a teenager in love. “And I can’t wait to have a smaller one on top”

“Yeah, me neither” you leaned and locked your lips with him. Closing your eyes, you let the kiss last a while. “The most spoiled kid in the universe”

“Wait until he’s born” he kissed you once more. “Peter is going to be the king of the world”

“Oh, Peter?” you raised a brow. “I thought you haven’t thought of any names”

“Peter is a pretty name” Tony looked to the wall in front of you, and you frowned. “I think it’s full of life. It will fit our baby, because he’ll be the cutest. I thought of it in the supermarket”

“In the library section?”

“Yep”

“Because of Peter Rabbit?”

“You know it”

You let out a loud laugh, because only Tony would think about naming his son after a character of a kid’s book. Still, when you thought about it, Peter was a name that you liked it. It was simple; not like Dummy II, as Tony had suggested the first time, or Jarvis. Peter sounded right to your ears, and you relaxed into Tony’s hold.

The day was almost over, the last rays of sun leaking through the window. If there was a part of your days locked in the lake house, was the night. When the fire would be lit and the whole place looked taken out of a book. Cuddled with Tony between blankets was the best way to end a day.

“I can’t wait eat those nuggets” you whispered happily against Tony’s side, thinking about the food that you had been craving all day. You felt Tony tense under you, and you tore away from him slowly. “Because you bought the nuggets, right? You didn’t forget one of the three things I asked you for in favour of the sale. Right?”

For not wanting you to make sudden moves, Tony almost threw you off the couch as he sprinted towards the car with half apology on his mouth.

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Guys, I’ve discovered that I’m obssesed with Irondad. I love reading about Peter and Tony as a family, and even more if it’s about Peter being Tony’s little kid. So I’m going to start a new ‘part’ of the blog, dedicated to fics about tony x reader where Peter is their kid. I still need a few weeks to have it sorted out, but as soon as I do I’ll let you know.  Meanwhile, iff you have any requests, please let me know!

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“A Son I Can Be Proud Of”: A Tangled the Series fanfic

So I started writing this during all the hype for “Cassandra’s Revenge”. I just finished it yesterday. It takes place after “Be Very Afraid” and before “Cassandra’s Revenge”.

Summary: Varian knew that one day he would have to tell his dad about his time as the villain of the story. But with each passing day it got easier to put off. Eventually, he found that he could imagine a world in which his dad never had to know. Fate isn’t so kind.

 Content Warning: character has a panic attack

Varian was up in his bedroom hunched over the Demanitus Scroll. That was all he seemed to do anymore. As the days wore on, with no sign of Cassandra, he felt the urgency increase along with his anxieties about what would happen if she showed up with them unprepared. The translation was barely halfway done and he was no closer to finding out any relevant information.

This was his chance to prove that he could do something productive now that he was on the “right side of history”. He had tried to help get the king’s and queen’s memories back and had failed. Rapunzel was the one slowly bringing them back. Then he’d gone on that quest with her to stop the red rocks. While he’d been an important part of that success, Rapunzel had been the real hero. He never would have made it far without her encouraging him. No matter what it seemed that in the end the princess was the real hero.

What he needed was a break, and yet he kept going, making no progress as his eyelids drooped with exhaustion. Varian didn’t even notice his head begin to tip forward. The heavy slam of the front door startled him back into alertness. His dad was home… And Varian had forgotten to make dinner. He jumped up and ran downstairs.

“Sorry!” he blurted out as he leapt down the last three steps. “I’ll get dinner ready now!”

Quirin set two large jars of honey on the dining table then pulled out a chair and sat. He was working at slowly removing his boots as Varian ran past him and into the kitchen. His brow was deeply furrowed and he seemed much too focused on his task.

Varian slowed to a stop. He’d already removed his apron that he used for alchemy and was halfway through tying his mom’s old apron for cooking around his waist. “Are you okay, Dad?”

Quirin didn’t reply. He picked up his boots and went to set them next to the front door. “I got the honey Travis promised us.” His movements were stiff as he straightened from dropping his boots in the usual spot then turned back around.

A lump caught in Varian’s throat. It stuck there making it difficult to breathe. Something was very wrong. He could sense it in the tension in the air. He undid the apron and set it on the kitchen counter.

“Varian,” Quirin said with a sigh.

The way he said it made Varian suddenly feel very, very small. It was the way his dad would say his name whenever he had messed up. If asked, he could have recounted each use, tying to some alchemical explosion or awkward slip up that cause offense with their neighbors. It was like the disappointment in his dad’s voice physically weighed down his name as it was spoken. Varian stepped out of the small kitchen area and stood there waiting for whatever was going to come. “Yes, sir?”

Quirin stayed near the front door and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes focused on anything other than his son. “When I saw Travis today, he told me something.” There was a long pause. Varian knew better than to interrupt so he waited. Each moment of silence was like the metaphorical chasm between them growing wider. “I can’t believe that it could be true. He told me… he told me that you did some very terrible things while I was trapped in the amber. I know you, Varian. I know that you would never do the things he told me. I was going to tell him that it wasn’t possible, but… but then I realized that you never actually told me what you had been doing while I was trapped.”

Varian’s heart was racing as his stomach sunk down to his feet. He had tried to tell his dad the truth many times, but the words never left the tip of his tongue. There was always some interruption or it was never the right time. Then eventually it felt like it was too late. He’d been lucky enough that no one had never mentioned it in front of Quirin, so why should he ruin how easy it had become with his dad? But it looked like his luck had just ran out.

Quirin took a step forward. “Please, Varian.” His voice was desperate and it killed Varian to hear. It was worse than those visions the red rocks had given him. Then, his dad had been pleading for his help, this was his dad pleading for a comforting lie. “Please tell me that Travis is wrong.”

And the lie would be so easy. All he had to say was No. No, I didn’t do any of the things he told you. Travis is a liar. I’m your son. I’m the same Varian that you’ve always known. Why should he ruin it? They could go on living in denial and never have to confront the darkness that Varian had brough into their home.

But then he would just be going back to that darkness—embracing it with all his might. He didn’t want to keep living in that perpetual state of lying to himself. The madness of insisting that everyone else was to blame that suffocated any possibility of healing. He didn’t want that.

“Dad,” he started weakly. “I can’t… I can’t tell you that Travis is wrong.”

Quirin scrubbed his hands over his face and looked away. Tears were collecting in his eyes but they didn’t fall. “He said that you-” He paused and cleared his throat. “He said that you kidnapped the queen. That you tried to kill the princess! Varian, that can’t be true!” His voice slowly rose in volume. It made Varian feel sick to hear how distraught his dad was becoming.

There was nothing for Varian to do but nod. He stared at the ground, unable to keep looking into his dad’s eyes. The shame was overwhelming and yet there was a stubborn part of his mind that was screaming at him that it wasn’t his fault. He refused to indulge it and instead locked it away and buried it like the hazardous thing that it was.

“He said that you took over the kingdom with those Saporians! That you helped erase the king’s and queen’s memories!” His dad’s voice cracked and Varian’s heart along with it. He’d never heard his dad so broken and vulnerable.

He nodded again. If he tried to speak the floodgates would open. All Varian allowed himself to do was nod and watch as his tears dripped onto the floor at his feet. The shame was now clawing at the inside of his chest, like a desperate animal trying to get out.

Silence. The only sound Varian could hear was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. Then his dad’s voice returned.

“Oh, Varian. How could you?”

It was like the air had been sucked out of the room. Varian knew that he had to be dying, because his heart felt like it had been ripped from his chest. He sunk to the floor as his body was racked with sobs. “Daddy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Once he started, he couldn’t stop. The mantra of “I’m sorry” continued on and on.

Strong arms wrapped around him and pressed him against his father’s chest. He gasped and sobbed and clung onto his dad.

“It’s okay, son. It’s okay.” Quirin made comforting, shushing noises. It was the kind of thing Varian hadn’t heard since he was a small child.

But his dad was wrong. It wasn’t going to be okay. How would they ever move past this? He had betrayed the whole kingdom and then once he’d finally been forgiven, he’d hidden it from his dad. His father would never be proud of him. A fresh wave of sobs tore from his throat and his dad only held him tighter.

It was an hour before Varian calmed down enough that he was able to pull away from his dad. He sat back against the leg of the dining table and pulled his knees up to his chest. His throat and his eyes ached from crying. He stared at his knees until he heard a sniffle. Slowly, he raised his gaze until he met his dad’s eyes. Tears were drying on Quirin’s face, leaving clear tracks where they had run down to his chin. His dad had been crying along with him.

Varian took a deep, trembling breath. This wasn’t something he could come back from. Everything had changed with Travis’s words to Quirin and there was no undoing it. He got to his feet and had to grab onto the table to steady his shaky legs. Quirin got up at the same time and put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I can go.” The words came out of Varian’s mouth much too quiet. He tried again, putting more force into his voice. “I can go. I’ll be gone tonight, if you want. I understand how ashamed of me you must be.”

His dad’s arms were back around him, pulling him into another tight embrace. It was so unexpected that Varian didn’t return it. “Son, I…” He went silent but it wasn’t full of foreboding like earlier. This was different—comforting even. “I may be shocked and disappointed, but I could never send you away like that. You will always be my son. I will always love you.”

It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Varian pushed away as hard as he could and his dad released him. Quirin looked at him with eyes full of hurt. “You don’t mean that,” he said as he wiped away the fresh tears sliding down his face. “You can’t. How could you want…” Varian trailed off as his throat closed up and the words became too difficult to speak. He desperately tried to continue but instead of words a choked sound came out. It was embarrassing and pitiful. He was trying to deal with his consequences like a man and he was acting like a child.

Quirin opened his mouth to say something and Varian held up a hand to stop him. Varian tried again, swallowing down the lump in his throat and pushing out the words one by one. “How could you… how could you want someone like me… living in your house?”

“Don’t you dare!” Quirin’s voice was low but stern. It startled Varian with the conviction behind it. “Don’t you dare talk about yourself, like you’re some stranger to me. This is your home, son. I would never kick you out or abandon you. I told you, finding out about this is difficult. I wish you would have just told me. But I am so proud of you for coming out the other side, still being a son that I can be proud of.”

Varian was surprised that he hadn’t run out of tear as more burned behind his eyes and cascaded down his face. “I was so scared,” he confessed, trembling where he stood. When his dad pulled him back into a warm hug, relief washed over him. For the first time, since his mother had died, he felt truly secure.

Quirin kissed the top of his head. “I will always love you, son.”

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Chapter 25 - Hero Killer Stain vs. U.A. Students

Chapter 24

"Where are you Tenya!" Y/N heard someone say followed by a blast. The interns followed Baiji and one of her assistants. She wasn't so sure if she heard it right. But she just hoped that it was just her imagination.

"Looks like we need to go there!" Baiji said and glanced behind, "Stay the hell away from the monsters! You don't need to fight it! And that's an order!"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" Y/N tried to make her voice stable. Oikawa looked at her while running. She was definitely worried about something.

"Hey!" he shouted at her, "Are you okay?!"

"Uh yeah. It's just that...I've already faced one of these creatures before. And the name I just heard right now was...of my friend. I can't be sure but he came to the Hosu City as an intern. He's not the kind of a guy who would act reckless but.." Y/N said.

"Stop," Baiji said halting suddenly, "What do you mean you've faced these before? You were in Class 1-A? Do you have any kind of information about them?"

"When the League of Villains attacked us in USJ, they had one of these creatures. It's almost impossible to beat them. Even All Might had to put in a lot of effort and the most he has done is throw it out somewhere far. The only information that I know about it is that it could regenerate and it had shock absorption quirk. But I'm not sure about the ones we saw here. These look different so their quirks can be different too. I'm not so sure." Y/N said, "And these creatures were human before. Their bodies have been heavily experimented on."

"Y-You faced one of...these?" the other girl asked. She looked really nervous and scared. Well at this point everyone was worried. Even Oikawa was a bit shaky after watching all the things that was happening.

Baiji was already feeling like she took a wrong decision after observing the interns. "Okay, we don't have time to lose come on! Every bit of information is useful to us at the moment!" They rushed towards where the fire was spreading out.

Y/N observed the two huge nomus in front of her and the several heroes surrounding it. No doubt about it, they were all struggling to even make it stay at one place.

"Sorry it took us some time!" Baiji said and turned around to face the interns, "I don't think you guys should be here anymore! These creatures aren't something even heroes are capable of taking under control. Get out of here and go somewhere safe! It's okay if you want to help and rescue people but DO NOT ENGAGE IN FIGHTS." She then ran off towards the fire along with her assistant.

Y/N was about to leave when she heard someone yelling again, "Where did you run off by yourself! Where the hell are you Tenya!" She followed the voice and looked at the hero, Manual.

"You're in the way kid! Get out of here!" Y/N heard one of the heroes say. Going by the conversation, some kid was in this mess as well.

"You guys go, I'll catch up! Some kid is here as well!" Y/N said.

"Wait I'm coming!" Oikawa said, turning to run along with her but got stopped as a hand pulled over their sleeves. Y/N looked back at the hand of the other girl who came along with them as an intern. She was literally shaking in fear.

"Oikawa, take her and leave. I told you, I'll be right behind you," Y/N said.

He hesitated for a moment. "Okay, be careful and hurry!" Oikawa yelled and ran, pulling the hand of the girl.

Y/N in the mean time ran towards the voice. In all the smoke of the fire, she didn't notice the guy who was there along with them. But as she came near to him, her eyes widened.

"What the heck are you doing here?" Y/N asked, "Shouldn't you be in Yamanashi Prefecture for your training Midoriya?"

"Yeah long story short, our train got attacked and we had to leave. But on the top of that it's Hosu City. You heard Manual right? Tenya-"

"I did. Iida wouldn't do something so reckless but..." Y/N gritted her teeth and said, "her brother was attacked by the Hero Killer. I don't think he's gonna let it go that easily. We should've talked to him about it."

"We don't have time to dwell on it. Think about where he is right now."

"I think we have a clear idea of where he can be..." Y/N said looking at Midoriya.

Midoriya was faster than he was before. If Y/N didn't work on her speed like Baiji said, she would've had a hard time following him. He was good in these matters and he knew exactly where Iida might be. They were lucky to arrive at the right time and stop the hero killer.

"Guess I was right," Midoriya said punching the hero killer's face.

"You found him too? But how?" Iida asked, as he was struggling to speak. Y/N noticed a cut on his shoulder and some blood on the ground.

"I saw it on TV. They had some stats about the hero killer. Most of his victims were found where there weren't many people. So in order to find you, I needed to search far away from the panic - in the back alleys of Hosu City. Let's go! We have to get help from the pros!" Midoriya said.

Y/N tried to pull Iida on his feet but it looked like his shoulder hurt a lot. He said, "I can't move my body. Since he got me, I've been paralyzed!"

"That's the kind of quirk people of TV said the hero killer might have. So cutting somehow activates his power huh?" Midoriya said, and soon he noticed another injured person near the wall.

"I'll carry Iida, you carry the other person!" Y/N said, trying to pull Iida. But he stopped her by saying, "Please don't get involved. T-this has nothing to do with you. Listen to me! Stand down!"

"If you really believe in that, then why are trying to become a hero in the first place!" Midoriya said, "There are plenty of things that I want to say, but it has to wait."

Midoriya ran forward to fight with him, and managed to get one hit. Y/N took the time to pull Iida and the other hero far away from the fight. Midoriya needed help, sure, but the hero killer here targeting Iida and the other hero in the first place. She thought he can buy some time and then manage to escape but when she turned around to look, Midoriya was on the ground.

The hero killer was walking towards her with the blade and the only thing she could do is defend and fight back. But it was hard to predict how the hero killer was going to use his sword.

"Get away!" Y/N said throwing some water blades at him. But he was quick to dodge them. She knew that if she used the water prison now, it would make her lose energy way faster. And it would be easier for the hero killer to finish all of them. She just couldn't risk it.

"Move away kid," the hero killer said and started running towards her, "or you're going to be next!!"

"Don't let him swallow your blood!" Midoriya shouted.

Y/N used water from her feet to make the road slippery but it had little to no effect. He was fast and jumped around. Within a flash he was close to her, his hands swinging near her face. And like a reflex, she used her hands to claw at his face, all while dodging his sword and releasing boiling water from her hands.

The hero killer jumped back, his cheek stinging from the attack earlier and then immediately threw three knives at her. Y/N screamed in pain and ran forward, where Midoriya was lying paralyzed. Her eyes moved up, where the hero killer was. She just needed to use her quirk to wipe off blood from the knives before he tasted it, if he managed to get the knives out of her arm. Using her high speed, she slid towards Midoriya. But as soon as she picked him up, the hero killer rushed towards Iida to attack. It could be over in a second and Y/N had very little time to use her quirk on him. But the problem was, if the hero killer dodged, the ones who would get hit were the injured ones. It was either her speed or nothing.

Fortunately, a fire rushed towards the hero killer and stopped him from killing Iida.

"Todoroki?!" Midoriya said noticing the familiar face, "How did you get here?"

"It took me a while to figure out. You need to send more than just your specific location. But you're not one to send messages like that, are you?" Todoroki said, "Everything's okay. The pro heroes are going to be here any minute."

Iida and Midoriya got freed after a while. The hero killer's quirk can paralyze someone but how long it worked was based on a person's blood type. All of them had some kind of injury, and as time passed, he was getting desperate to kill Iida and the other hero before the pros showed up. In the end while Todoroki was using his quirk to attack from below, Y/N attacked from the top of the building. Midoriya and Iida used their fast moves and strong blows to punch the hero killer down, who was knocked out after it.

"Then we must restrain him and get him to the street. Maybe we can find some rope," Todoroki said.

"Yeah, we should take all of his weapons too," Midoriya said.

Y/N looked at Iida sitting on the ground, staring at them. "Are you okay?" she asked, her right hand shut tight and squeezing his leg, trying to suppress the pain on her left arm.

"Y-Yes. But your arm-" Iida said, pointing out at the knives stuck on her arm with eyes full of guilt.

"I'll be fine. It's really fucking painful but if I remove the knives, I might lose way more blood than this. Besides I don't have the guts to pull out knives from my arm right now," Y/N explained clutching onto her injured arm.

As soon as they reached the street, Gran Torino spotted Midoriya. Soon, other heroes arrived the spot as well.

"Endeavor told us that there was a request for help here but.." the heroes looked at their faces and said, "children? Here?"

"Those injuries look bad. I'll call an ambulance right away." One of the heroes said.

"Is that...the hero killer? I'll get the police on the line!" Another said.

"I need to make a call too," Y/N said and stepped aside taking out her mobile. She called Oikawa on his phone and informed him about it saying, "Don't worry about me. I'm fine, and pro heroes are with me. I won't be able to join you guys.".

A part of her was glad that Baiji and her team was busy in putting off fires around the city. But then again, sooner or later it will surely reach her ears and Y/N had no idea how she's going to take it. Soon, she got a call on her mobile. It was her brother. The media might already be recording about this incident. Knowing her parents and Kyoka, she was sure that they will call her soon. She noticed one notification of a text from Bakugou.

Oh yeah, Bakugou. She forgot about him. Well she didn't exactly have the time to worry about him when they almost got killed by a villain. Y/N sighed and picked up the incoming call from her brother, followed by a voice filled with nervousness, "Y/N? Are you okay?"

Chapter 26

SEASON - II

Ignite

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legacies

who: lots of different people!

what: surprise lol

where: ireland

when: 1930s!

COUNTY CORK, IRELAND. 1934.

After the faerie uprising in the faeire realm over one hundred and fifty years ago, all magical beings had escaped and left their lives behind in favour of safety in the human world. Whilst it wasn’t nearly as exciting and beautiful, the lands offered a haven for those who had wanted to escape the tyranny of the monarchist faes.

Vampires favoured the darkness and cold weathers of Europe, and with powers of stealth and hypnosis, their wealth grew over the years. Witches and warlocks favoured the wonders of both that and the Americas, whose magic allowed for stable incomes despite trickery. Mermaids and sirens took shelter in Southeast Asia, Polynesia and Australia, caring little for gold and found comfort in the untouched human waters. Where did that leave werewolves? To scramble for the remaining scraps.

Unlike their cousins, the wolves had no powers to conjure wealth into their own hands. They had no tools of witchcraft or mischief to fool humans, nothing but each other and their anger. They settled anywhere and everywhere, suddenly having to hide a part of themselves they had expressed so freely before. And that was the worst thing you could do to a werewolf; keep it locked up.

Their anger and pull to the moon meant wolves were forced to hide away from humans, from fear of harming innocents or exposing their community. They were no match for human weapons. But where did this leave them? Poor, unable to provide for each other and their families, in a world they couldn’t even interact with. How could you find income from people you weren’t allowed to see?

For many years, this pattern of secrecy would continue. It took decades for wolves to evolve from “feral” beings in tune with nature, to the community we see today in the 21st century; cautious, protective, tame. Whilst wolves became more controlled and were finally able to mix with humans peacefully, they lost their ability to connect with nature and still remained the poorest of supernatural creatures.

Despite this, one man remained determined to lead his pack to a successful future; Cahal Morrigan, a direct descendant of the original wolf settlers, and alpha to his small but strong town. Though his pack still remained separate from humans geography, the man posed as “mayor” of sorts, working with other local leaders to build his home up, alongside his wife Imogen and only daughter Brea. The light of his life, his little warrior. Unlike humans, werewolves did not view women as inferior, in fact, the concept confused them and they found it awfully strange. One day, Brea would become the next alpha, something she often talked of each day.

“How many days until the next big moon, dhaid?” Brea sat upon her father's shoulders as they walked through the everlasting greenery of the Irish wilderness. Perhaps one of the better places a werewolf could have chosen to settle in. The wolves had picked up the native language long ago.

“Seven.” Cahal smiled, stepping over a fallen tree. “A whole week.” He noticed his daughter whine a little.

“A week is seven days?” She was only four. “That is too long!” Her father only laughed, shaking his head slowly. Hundred of years ago, werewolf children seemed to develop their powers at a much younger age. The onset had doubled since they first moved to the human world.

“Come now, Brea... weeks go by awfully fast. You’re already four. Only yesterday your mother gave birth to you.” Giggling, the small girl patted his head and began to cast her eyes over the birds that snaked their way through the trees, her senses picking up on every smell. “You’re hungry. Let’s go eat, your uncle has hunted for us.”

However... the closer the pair moved to their tiny settlement, a strange smell began to fill the air; smoke, deep and strong, it all made Cahal come to a slow halt, a frown on his face. “What’s wrong?” Brea asked, noticing her father’s behaviour.

“Hush, Brea... I need to listen.” Closing his eyes, the man focused his hearing on home, imagining the pack and his house, his wife and the woodlands that surrounded it. Suddenly, he could see everything, a vision of sorts, but it very real and happening right now; they were being attacked. His eyes opened suddenly as he let out a small gasp, moving his daughter from his shoulders into his arms and beginning to run as fast as he could.

“What’s happening?” Brea pressed, her own face turning to a slight frown of fear as he saw her father’s expression, her own hearing picking up the sounds and smells in the distance: smoke and screams. But Cahal said nothing. He only rushed into the clearing to find the entire settlement ravaged by mysterious beings he had never seen. Their scents were strange and they moved with a mysterious aura... their bodies creating strange energies... Magic? But this wasn't witches magic. Eyes widening, Cahal looked to his left and noticed his wife rushing towards him.

“Cahal!” Imogen ran to his side, taking their daughter into her arms who had begun to cry at the sight -- wolves, both in animal and human form, fighting the unknown enemy as bodies fell to the floor, fire filled the air and danced with the sounds of yells and screams. It was bloodshed.

“Take Brea and hide.” He insisted, feeling his blood boil from both anger and panic. He ignored his wife’s pleas, shaking his head. “Go!” Focusing on his daughter, he pressed a kiss on her cheek and wiped a tear away. Despite the chaos, he could still find that gentle touch for her. Placing his hands around her face, he lifted it slowly so she could face him. Always wanting her to be strong, he only smiled and said, “Look after your mother, laoch beag.” Little warrior.

Turning back up, the man’s eyes turned a deep shade of red, and he made no haste in running into the chaos to defend his home, defend his people. He had always protected them. But... these people were too strong. Their magic was powerful, despite the strength and speed of the pack, they were no match. It was something a werewolf didn’t understand so they didn’t know how to fight it.

Cahal watched helplessly as each and every member of his community was picked off like a speck of dust by these villainous people. Men, women, children, they didn’t seem to care, for every one faerie he took down, they took down five of his people in a matter of seconds. It all felt so hopeless, seeing his own friends perish at the hands of their new foes. And all he could do was watch.

Stumbling exhausted through the wasteland of his former home, the man heard nothing... saw no one it was..... empty, barren, dwindling fires and dark skies. His body covered in cuts and bruises, Cahal searched for his wife and child through stinging eyes, courtesy of the smoke.

“Imogen!” He called, his voice hoarse and fingers trembling, “Brea!”

“Dhaid!”

Gasping, the father saw his wife and daughter in the distance... alive. The onset of panic deep in his stomach fizzled away as he felt relief in knowing his family was safe. And apparently... they were the only ones. Beginning to run to them, the werewolf came to a sudden halt when he noticed... dark magic trickling through the ground and growing until a man appeared before him. Someone he’d never seen in his life.

Perhaps... the leader of this group. He seemed stronger than the rest, slicked-back dark hair, tanned skin, eyes as black as coal. He was terrifying. He began asking questions, demanding to know whether Cahal was the alpha of the group, the alpha of a pack far more civilised than most he had encountered. Glanced between the stranger and his family, Cahal saw how scared his daughter was.

“I am.” He swallowed loudly, trying to keep the peace.

But the man only smirked, a dark, disturbing look on his face. Perfect. Cahal frowned, moving closer, “What... what do you...” He couldn’t say a thing. He had no time. Like a lost child, he watched the stranger wave his hand so carefully, seeing the dark magic grow and grow before it pierced the heart of his wife and daughter. So... easily. Letting out a cry, Cahal staggered forward with tears in his eyes but it was no use. The man, usually so strong, found himself so... numbed, as he watched the life drain from them both.

He heard the laughter from the man but he didn’t listen. He simply fell beside them both, wrapping his arms around each one as he let out loud sobs. Loud, aching, empty. The stranger stood in front of him merely stared, shaking his head, and then he... vanished.

TWO WEEKS LATER;

Two weeks had passed since the Cork massacre. Word had spread among the supernatural community in Ireland, reaching the ears of the local witch coven. The witches had been shaken by the news that Cahal, driven mad by the loss of his family, had been killed by Lark, or as they liked to refer to him as, the Dark One. Cahal's death had disastrous implications.

Inside the home of the coven, five women sat in a small candlelit room, an elderly woman sat opposite them. They said everything, she said nothing, simply staring as they bickered amongst themselves.

"Haven't you heard? He was banished. He cannot hurt us anymore."

"You think exile will stop that man? Have you not seen the things he's done? Without Cahal, we are all nothing!"

The woman continued to fight over the unknown situation. Some argued that his exile meant peace, at last, others dreaded his return in time.

"What did we even have to begin with? Cahal was protecting no one!"

"The prophecies never lie, one day Cahal would help Fe--"

"He will rise again one day." The elderly woman voice was hoarse. She had been quiet for what felt like decades, simply staring and listening, even in such grave times. She was blind, glazed and glassy eyes staring ahead. The few remaining coven members turned to the woman in hunger for answers. "He will rise again and cause grave violence for his own people. But he will not stop there, nor will he show mercy. He aims to have the whole universe in the palm of his hands." They called her The Oracle for one reason; she predicted the future.

The few witches stared amongst each other, their eyes filling with horror. Lark would one day return. The oracle never lied; her prophecies spoke only the truth.

"... Only one can stop him." She continued, her voice breathless and tired. "Born to the blood of this coven, he will stop the dark one."

"A witch?" Someone questioned, confused at how any witch could stop someone as powerful as the dark one.

"... A wolf. Bounded with the spirit of old, he will rise one day and save humanity from its darkest threat. No werewolf before stands as powerful as him. No werewolf to come will rival him. A being the dark one and his companions fear."

"... Fenrir?" The witches gasped.

"The legend is true!"

"But Cahal is dead!... He is dead. He will not return."

The witches argued amongst themselves, and the oracle only listened. They were all wrong, as always. "The Keeper may not physically live among us anymore, but his spirit remains in our world, and he waits for the chosen one's return. He will help Fenrir understand his purpose."

The women looked among each other. "How will Cahal find him? When?"

The Oracle remained silent for some time, staring ahead. She was thinking, seeing. "He will know."

One witch, who'd remained quieter than the rest, finally spoke up. "What if Lark discovers the legend is linked to us? He will surely destroy us all." The room grew tense with fear and uncertainty. Lark wouldn't hesitate to harm anyone in his way. "He's killed the Keeper, when he discovers the chosen one is our descendant, we will become just another victim."

"We must conceal our magic." The Oracle responded, making all the woman gasp.

"Surely you cannot be serious! Conceal our magic? Just... hide away, after everything we've built for ourselves? For our legacy?

"There will be no legacy if you do not." The elderly woman remained calm. "We must sacrifice our magic. Doing so protects us... it protects him."

"... How can a descendant of a witch be a werewolf? It makes no sense!"

"His path has already been written in the stars. But it will never be unless we do our part to protect him. Your great-grandson, Orla. He's the only one who can defeat such an evil."

1ST NOVEMBER, 1997.

Decades had passed since the meeting amongst the tiny coven in the rural hills of Ireland. As instructed, the witches had concealed their magic, forgotten their roots and left their lives behind. They had moved away and acted as strangers; Orla had moved to Surrey and married an Englishman, and said nothing of her heritage to no one. Not her son nor her only granddaughter, Grace. She had died happy, but in secret, praying that Grace's child would fulfil the prophecy spoken of him.

The Oracle herself had remained in Cork. Outliving everyone somehow, despite no magic herself. She had simply been waiting all these decades, waiting and listening. That night, the woman was stood upon the cliffs that looked out onto the stormy seas, the air cold, the sky dark. She had sensed a change coming.

Waiting, the woman felt the air change when a booming thunder echoed across the sky. Loud and chilling, it almost sounded like... a snarl. A wolf snarl. Though terrifying, the woman smiled softly, knowing the prophecy was in motion, somewhere in the world.

"Do what must be done, Henry."