#is SFW! thought I should mention XD

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Hi! I used to get notifications for your other Tumblr (rest in peace), and I miss your art so much. I'm too broke to afford your Patreon, but I've been watching your Twitter and will do my absolute best to order a calendar whenever it does come out. Even though I haven't seen any of your month god pictures (I still get emails from Patreon about your posts, I just can't see them 😅), I can only imagine how fantastic they are.

aww I'm glad my calendar project caught your attention! I was honestly wondering if it was worth it at all to mention it here on tumblr :0 but I guess it is!

I posted a little sneak peek on twitter and I suppose I can share it here too (there's one extra peek even, shh don't tell twitter)

as an explanation of what this is, I'm making a 2025 calendar with twelve illustrations of the gods from My Nature God Academia AU, but I want it to look *really pretty and fancy* so their jewellery will be stamped with gold foil (or silver, depending on the character)

[moody-alcoholic]

Coffee

I've had this story saved for a while now trying to muster the confidence to post it today is the day! I'm finally jumping straight out of my comfort zone and into new territory wish me luck... Can you tell I'm bad a naming things, title coming soontm... when I think of one.

DISCLAMER: This is my first time writing a reader fic so please be gentle. It is also my first time writing a fic that is pretty much going to be centered around smut. I am also really bad at writing Soap's accent my dyslexic brain freaks out too much, I will strive to improve though XD

Summary: Ghoap x Reader, throuple. Slow burn (sorry but not sorry). 3.7k words. Reader is female (she/her), army nurse, non descript physical features, names used: Ashe. Am I doing this right?? CW: This chapter is SFW, but in future it will get spicy so for my own sanity +18 MDNI mentions of sex, descriptions of injuries.

Part 2 Masterlist

Phew, Enjoy <3

“Sergeant MacTavish?” You call into the hallway there are some soldiers waiting, you look up and down to see if anyone reacts to the name. 

“Sergeant John MacTavish?” You call again this time a little louder.

“Here lass!” A man calls hobbling down the hall towards you. Your breath catches in your throat, even being on a base surrounded by plenty of hunky men you had not seen anyone quite like him. His broad shoulders, thick arms and tanned skin. His fluffy mohawk, shining almost bronze in the florescent lights. To top it all off his cheeky grin is sending butterfly's racing in your stomach.

He’s being followed by what seems like an even bigger man trying to help him wobble his way down the hall, his sharp eyes focused on making sure his friend doesn’t topple over. The rest of his face is covered by a balaclava with a skull printed on it. It makes you shiver as they walked towards you. You move to the side of the door letting them in. John finds his way to a chair while the other man stands behind him. You close the door to the room going back over to the desk sitting down and opening his file on the computer. 

“Twisted your ankle during an exercise?” You look past the monitor at him. 

“Aye, I’m fine but LT here insisted I get it checked out.” He replies with a smile on his face thumbing behind at the man looming over him. Christ even his accent is sexy.

“And I’m staying to make sure you do get it checked out properly instead of flirting your way to a few paracetamol and a cold compress.” The man said, his voice was deep, commanding. You could feel heat rush to your cheeks at the mention of flirting, but you push the thought away trying to remain professional. 

“It is good to get it checked even if it is just a sprain.” You move your chair round so you’re sitting in front of him. 

“Do you mind if I take your boot off?”

“I got it lass,” he winked bending down to untie the laces, and pulled the boot off. You could tell by the scrunching of his face and the grunt he made that this was causing him pain. He put his foot back down on the floor his ankle did look swollen. 

“Have you tried ice or a cold compress?” You ask. 

“Aye,” he replies you hear the man behind him sigh.

“What he means by that is he tried for about 5 minutes before he was back on his feet again.” John huffed at being called out. 

“You’ll need to try for longer then that,” you say acknowledging the tall man behind John who now had his arms crossed. You pick the foot up watching John try to hide the pain, you only lift it up a little before decided it was going to need an x-ray. 

“I will book an x-ray for you in the mean time if you go into the ward they will give you an ice pack and a bed.” You explain moving your chair back to the desk so you could book the appointment. 

“Do you want any pain relief?” You ask. 

“Na, I can barely feel it.” He says a cheeky smile on his face. You nod typing the report and waiting for the paper to print out. 

“I can give you some crutches you really should keep your weight off it.” You stand up going to the printer.

“It’s okay love I’ve got my own crutch here.” He says hopping up on his foot and wrapping his arm round the other man. You smile handing the paper to him.

“Give this to the nurse on the ward.” You say rushing in front of them to open the door. 

“Thanks love,” he says beaming at you as he gets lead out by his friend who looks back at you and nods. You close the door to the room taking a breath out. What the hell was that? You find a smile forming on your lips as your heart flutters in your chest. 

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Two days later you find yourself as the night nurse. Not that you mind it’s normally the quieter part of the job and there is no one in the ward so you don’t even have to worry about trying to look busy. About an hour into your shift someone comes through the doors. You recognise him immediately as John, from a few days ago with the sprained ankle. He’s hobbling around on crutches now, his friend is not with him ether. 

“Hello sweetheart!” He says his voice full of energy, that ever present smile on his face. 

“Hey, John did you need something?” you ask coming round from behind the nurses station. 

“Yeah actually, I was told to come pick up something…” He trails off. “Now what was it?” 

“Painkillers?” You ask. 

“No it begin with a T I think.” He looks up to the corner of the room like he is trying to think hard about it.

“A tubigrip?” You ask.

“That’s the one lass!” He says snapping his fingers, you can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm. 

“Sit up on the bed I’ll get you one.” You say turning to the cupboard of supplies. You pick out two sizes then walk back over to John already leaning down to untie his boots. 

“I can do that.” You insist waving his hands away, he sighs but gives in leaning back on the bed. You carefully remove the boot looking back and checking to see how he reacts. He’s ether getting better at hiding it or painkillers have helped. He only winces when you have to pull the boot over his heel.

“What did the doctor say?” You ask. 

“Sprained, I’ve been stuck behind a desk for the last two days.” He makes a pouting face as you pull his sock off. 

“You should sleep with it elevated that will help with the swelling.” You say pulling his trouser leg up. The swelling has definitely improved since you saw it last. 

“I bet with a few more days of rest you’ll be back on your feet like nothing happened.” You smile at him.

“I hope so lass, my unit’s being shipped out at the end of the week.” He says as you pull the tubigrip over his foot and ankle.

“Oh yeah anywhere fun?” You ask. 

“Ah ‘fraid I can’t tell you that love.” He winks, you can't tell if he’s joking or not but you pull his trouser leg back down.

“You can keep your boot on but not too tight, and keep it elevated.” You explain putting his boot back on and loosely tying the laces. 

“What painkillers are you taking?” You ask as he swivels his body round so his feet are hanging off the bed. 

“Paracetamol, oh and the doc said I could take ibuprofen too, but I don’t need it I can barely feel a thing.” You look back at him chuckling, his arms flex as he pushes himself up with the crutches. You feel your cheeks heat up again.

“You should take the ibuprofen at least it will also help with the swelling.” You force out, leaning over him to pick up his sock from the bed. He smells good, must be his aftershave. You hold the sock out for him and he sheepishly takes it out your hand shoving it in his pocket. You move back so he can hop out the ward back to the nurses station. 

“Well it was nice seeing you again…” He trails off like he’s trying to remember your name his eyes squinting. You cover your badge teasing him. He chuckles. 

“LT is the one with the better memory.” He says turning his body to the doors. 

“Ashe.” You reply uncovering your badge.

“Well then Ashe it was nice to see you again.” His smile is infectious and you could have sworn he winked at you. 

“Good luck on your deployment,” You call back as he pushes his way through the doors. 

“I don’t need luck.” He winks at you. Okay that time it was definitely a wink and it made the butterflies come back to your belly. You sit down at the nurses station with a smile on your face and heat in your cheeks.

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One week later you get a text out of the blue.

Hey, this Ashe? 

It’s an unknown number you’re tempted to ignore it, but something inside you forces you to answer it. 

Yeah, who’s this?

It’s only seconds later a response comes.

It’s Johnny, with the fucked up ankle. 

Holy shit, you choke on your drink, coughing as the liquid has now gone in your windpipe. You take a few more sips trying to sooth it. How the hell did he get my number? 

How did you get my number?

From a friend of a friend..

You can’t help but chuckle, is this real? Did he make his deployment? You realise you haven’t seen him round the base in a few days, and you would know you’ve been looking. Sometimes without even realising it any time you see a broad tanned soldier hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you crane to look only to be disappointed. His friend with the skull mask, you found out his name was lieutenant Riley. You know you definitely hadn’t seen him. 

Anyway…Want to get coffee? 

Such a simple request has your heart thumping in your chest. 

When? 

You reply without thinking, your leg starts to jump under the table nervousness washing over you. Coffee? With me? Why?

How about that coffee place just outside the base, tomorrow 1300?

Your heart is pounding now your throat dry. Is this a date? 

Sure :)

Was the smiley too much, you put your phone down embarrassed. You hear it buzz picking up the courage to look 

See ya there :)

You let out a breath your leg stops jumping. Coffee with Johnny, surely it’s just a friendly thing to say thank you for helping with his ankle. It doesn't matter if it is or not but he’s on your mind for the rest of the day until you go to bed. 

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You show up early, the butterfly's have not left your stomach since the moment you woke up. You managed to switch your shift with another nurse so you could be here instead. Coffee sounded like too much especially with your nerves you opted for a tea. You find yourself checking your watch almost every second, your back is to the door each time it opens your heart stops and you turn to look. Jesus calm down woman, it’s just coffee. You try to tell yourself. A few minutes later and a few sips of hot tea, you start to calm. 

“Hey there lass.” You hear the familiar Scottish accent behind you. You turn in your chair to see him. He’s smiling of course he is he sits down in the chair opposite you. His skin looks darker or maybe it’s just the light in the room, his hair looks like it’s been freshly groomed. You get a proper look at his eyes, a beautiful deep blue. You can’t help finding yourself smiling.

“Hey,” You reply. He chuckles almost like he can feel the nervousness radiating off you. 

“What’s your poison?” He asks pointing at your cup. 

“Eh tea.” You reply realising you’ve almost finished it. 

“Typical brits,” he sighs playfully as he gets up. 

“Let me get it, you should rest your ankle.” You say quickly stopping him in his tracks. 

“Don’t worry love it’s been solid for a few days now.” You sigh that’s good at least. He gets up walking over to the counter. You take out a deep breath, your head following him as he orders beaming at the staff his accent cutting through the mumbling of the other patrons. You look back at your tea finishing it off as Johnny comes back with the drinks. He smiles as he sits down putting the tea in front of you. 

“Thank you,” You say warming your hands on the new mug. 

“Ne problem don’t you worry about it, I’m supposed to be treating you,” You feel yourself blushing again as that cheeky look comes back on his face.  

“Why?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. He chuckles.

“You helped me with my ankle, I wanted to say thank you.” He says as a matter of fact. 

“It’s my job,” you reply shrugging, feeling a rush of embarrassment washing over you. “You could have just caught me on the base.”

“Yeah,” Now his cheeks looked like they were changing to a gorgeous shade of pink. 

“Did you manage to get deployed?” You ask trying to move the subject on. He smiles leaning back in his chair.

“Na, whole thing got cancelled, I spent a few days in London.” He says smiling.

“Was Riley-I mean-lieutenant Riley was he with you?” You blurt out sipping your tea so the word vomit would stop. 

“Simon?” Johnny asked his smile getting bigger. “Oh yeah we spend a lot of time together.”

“Huh, that’s nice you must be a tight unit.” You say calming yourself. So his name was Simon, Simon Riley.

“What about you what have you been up to?” He leans forward sipping his coffee.

“Work, nothing really.” You smile.

“When’s your next leave?” He asks. 

“Two weeks.” He nods like he's thinking about something his lips pressed together. He leans forward on the table more.

“There was another reason I wanted to see you.” He says, his smile disappearing. You hold your breath in anticipation of what he’s going to say next. He takes a breath in for a second looking you in the eyes.

“I really wanted to see you again.” He said, okay that’s not bad. You almost want to laugh at how worked up you got yourself. He just wants to say thank you, he’s buying you coffee because he want’s to be nice. You helped him with his ankle. Now he’s asking if you’re single.

Wait what?    

“Single?” You ask, your brain trying to comprehend what you missed. He nods his smile coming back, at least that puts you at ease. 

“Yeah, I’m single. Are you single?” It seems like the appropriate time to ask him too. His lips are pressed together again like he’s trying to formulate a sentence in his head. 

“It’s complicated,” A cheeky smile forms on his lips as he sips his coffee. 

“What do you mean it’s complicated? Do you have a girlfriend?” You ask frowning at him.

“No.” He replies flatly.

“A boyfriend?” He puts his coffee down. 

“I wanted to see you cos I’ve spent the last week tryin’ te get ya out my head and it’s impossible.” He said leaning forward. You blush at his words. 

“What do you mean it’s complicated though?” Your heart beating faster in your chest you can’t tell if it’s the caffeine from the tea or the words from Johnny’s mouth but it was getting harder to concentrate. 

“I’m married to my work.” He says leaning back. You sigh, this has happened before. ‘I can’t be with you the job is too important’ It’s all too familiar, finding love when every one around you is throwing their lives on the front line is near impossible. 

“I get it,” You say trying not to hide your disappointment. 

“C’mon lass it don’t mean we can’t still be mates.” He says it sounds almost like a plea. You feel sad and drained, you didn’t know what to expect from the meeting but you weren't expecting to feel like you just got dumped by someone you didn’t even date. You look at Johnny his blue eyes look sad, he grips the handle of his coffee mug. 

“It’s okay, you seem like a nice guy but I know how this goes. We’ll talk maybe have sex a few times but sooner or later you’ll move on, or be deployed or I’ll move on or be stationed somewhere else…” You look at Johnny finishing the rest of your tea. And moving to stand up. He reaches out to you trying to get you to stay. 

“C’mon let me at least walk you back to the base.” You can’t help but see the pleading in his eyes his usual smile warms your heart. You go up and place a kiss on his cheek. 

“It’s okay Johnny, I need to go into town anyway.” You smile your hand patting his chest, you can feel the tight muscles under your hand only making it harder to turn away. But you pull your hand off his chest and head for the door.

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You make it two weeks having to almost actively avoid Johnny. Since whatever mission he was supposed to be on was cancelled he’d been helping round the base with all kinds of different things. You would bump in to him all the time, your eyes always betraying you and wandering to him whenever he was in your view. He spent a lot of time with Simon, the ‘big scary skull guy’ some of the other nurses would call him. 

“I heard his face was burnt off in a horrible accident.” One of them said one day as we were eating lunch in the mess. Your eyes had barely left Johnny’s face he was sat a few tables ahead of you. He seemed to like the fact you were always watching him. His eyes meeting yours and smiling. Sometimes you would look up and it would Simon's eyes staring you down. His gaze would always send shivers up your spine, the hairs on the back of your neck would stand up. The nurses giggling as they spread rumours about him. It was enough to piss you off, making you snap at them about spreading rumours like that.

“We’re not in secondary school anymore! Show some respect.” You snapped leaving the table. You knew you could feel Johnny’s eyes digging into you. 

When you made it home you welcomed the rest. Your small London apartment had been rented out for the few months you had been away, the place was going to need a good clean tomorrow. The thought of sleeping in a bed that had been home to a stranger for 5 months felt icky so you ended up curling up on the sofa turning the TV on for background noise. Your mind turning to Johnny. Wonder what he’s doing? Think he’s still at the base?

Your mind somehow turned to Simon too, thinking back to all the rumours you’d heard. None of them even remotely sounding plausible. Who cares, he has his reasons for the mask, it’s none of my business. Your phone buzzed and you reached over to pick it up. 

Make it home safe? 

It was Johnny, he hadn’t texted you since the coffee date. Well date was the wrong word. 

Yeah.

You hover over the send button wondering if this was a good idea or not. You take a deep breath in and hit send throwing the phone to the other side of the couch going back to watch whatever distraction was on the TV. You don’t even remember falling asleep.

You’re woken by a knock at the door, you look out the window the sun is peaking through the clouds, you check your watch its 10am. There is another knock. You pull yourself off the couch stiff from sleeping in such an awkward position.

“I’m coming.” You call yawning, looking through the peep hole. 

What the fuck? 

You open the door. 

“Johnny?” You ask shocked.

“Hey,” He says, his smile radiating off his face, his hair is a mess he looks like he’s barely slept. You look at him in stunned silence shaking your head. 

“I wasn’t completely honest with you.” He says. “Can I come in? I’ll be quick I promise.” 

“Not really the best opening line if you want to get into someone's flat.” You say.

“Scouts honour.” He says holding up 3 fingers. You roll your eyes and step aside so he can come in. 

“When I said it was complicated, it’s not cos I’m married to the job…” He trails off standing in your kitchen so there is at least a foot distance between you two. 

“I am married, to Simon.” Your mouth falls open at the revelation.

“Simon Riley?” you ask, almost shaking your head in disbelief.

“Yeah,” He shrugs.

“So you’re gay?” You say, but it feels like a question. 

“Yeah, well Bi, both of us. That’s why it’s complicated.” You shake your head not quite understanding. He seemed nervous all of a sudden.

“Well, we both still like women, and, you know-or I guess you don’t know-we experimented threesomes and what not.” He ran his hand through his hair. “There is something different about you, we’ve both been obsessed with you, can’t get you out our heads.” 

“Both?” You ask, your mouth still hanging open. 

“Aye, Simon’s not good with words though, or at least not till he gets to know ya.” He chuckles running his hand through his hair again. You take a deep breath out.  

“What do you want Johnny?” You ask. Is he asking me for sex? A threesome? 

“Have coffee with me and Simon.” He says.

“That’s it coffee?” You ask. 

“Yeah.” He says nodding. 

“You came all the way to my flat to ask me to have coffee with you and Simon?” You fold your arms, you can’t tell if you feel disappointed it’s not sex or annoyed that he’s basically invaded your privacy for something so trivial. He shrugs. You close your eyes for a second thinking about it. You sigh, it’s not like you have anything better to do while you’re on leave, and it is only coffee. You take a big breath in opening your eyes. Johnny’s smiling again, the smile that makes your heart skip a beat and the butterfly's wake up. 

“Okay.” You nod, You don’t get chance to finish your thought cos he’s thrown his arms round you squeezing you. 

“Thank you, thank you.” He says breaking from the hug. Your cheeks are definitely red now after feeling his body pressed against yours. You can’t help smiling. He reaches over for the door handle.

“I’ll text you a time and a place,” you nod as he goes out the door.

“Hey Johnny how did you find my address?” 

“A friend of a friend,” he smiles up at you from the stairs. You shake your head in disbelief. What the hell just happened?   

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A heart for a heart - part 3

Sfw fluff Trafalgar d. Water law x fem!reader

If you're not familiar with the other parts, start at part 1

Summary: Law has decided that you should go home, so you leave the polar tang at a travelling hub to catch a ship to your home island. But Law has a really hard time just letting you go, protecting you from the shadows.

Cn: there's a slight mention of alcohol and some offscreen kidnapping, also mention of spiders

As if that would work 😏

I added a conversation between Law and y/n (just before Law's pov) because I felt they should talk more xD, just so you people know.

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After your conversation with Law, it didn’t come as a surprise when Bepo took you aside and told you, that they would be dropping you off on an island where you would find transport home. The poor thing looked so ashamed, he almost tried hiding in his own fur. He assured you it was important for your safety, and that some big enemy of theirs was bound to show up sooner or later.

You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you were really upset that that you would be send home. Sure, you missed your home and your family, but the Polar Tang has become your second home, the crew already felt like a family. Everyone was crammed into that little submarine, so you got to know all of them really well. Except for the captain. You helped Bepo repair the crews clothing, you cooked for them, drank with Shachi and Penguin, helped Ikakku with repairs on the machinery– they were warm-hearted, good people and the first friends you’ve made in a while. „If I just hadn’t asked him…“, you thought, regretting to have brought up the issue. All you wanted to hear was that he had a plan for you, saw something in you.

The crew tried to be professional about your departure, but you were sure they would miss you as well. Bepo had packed you enough food to last for weeks, Ikakku gave you a red hairband "to remind yourself to have fun" and Shachi and Penguin smuggled a short sword into your luggage with a sweet goodbye message.

Even though he made the decision and ordered you off his ship, the captain didn't even have the balls to say goodbye. Figures. At first, he seemed like a dashing man, saving your life on a whim and taking you with him. But he quickly dropped the ball afterwards, revealing himself to be a gloomy recluse that stayed away even from his crew. It was hard to believe the stories the others told you about his great battles and leadership.

So with a few beri for the trip home and a burlap sack with your few belongings, you left the ship on an island just called "the crossroads" - because it was formed like a big cross with harbours to all four sides. You were guaranteed to find a ship home there. It was a huge place, and, being one of the few travel hubs on the grand line, filled with all sorts of different people.

You looked around the small hostel where you would be staying for the night – half hoping to see one of them, coming to retrieve you. Of course, no one was there except the other patrons, all unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar place. The polar tang had sailed immediately after you set foot on dry land and they were probably long gone now, having adventures and a great time without you.

You were feeling down, alone, as you ate by yourself for the first time in weeks. How can one feel so alone when surrounded by people?

Finishing your meal, your gaze falls on the red hairband. It was no use to be gloomy now. Soon, you'll be cooped up back home where nothing ever happened. So you decided to spent the last night away from any home you ever had having fun. By yourself. In this big melting pot city full of people!

Styling your hair with the accessory is making you feel bolder, ready to meet new people. The heart pirates had given you more than enough beri to have a night out on top of your ticket home. So you left your room to experience this big, crazy city.

The city was amazing - it sat in the middle of the cross and was therefore fittingly called "centre city", with four harbours to every side. There where shops and musicians and other travellers that would keep you entertained for hours and take your mind off things. You bought some ice cream and made your way down the promenade, looking at strange wares from all corners of the grand line.

As you marveled at antique books, coins and nautical equipment at an antique shop, you noticed a man approaching. He had distinctive white eyes that looked both scary and hypnotic, his white hair was long and flowing, reflecting the colourful lights of the city with a luminescence that seemed otherworldly. It was hard not to stare at him as he invited you to a drink.

Law

He stood at the window as she left the polar tang, feeling the ache in his heart like a punishment for what he had done to her. This was best for everyone, he told himself again and again. Maybe someday, he would believe it himself.

He had been the monster that took an innocent girl away from her home, just because he couldn't control his feelings around her. Now he had to make things right, so he had to make sure that she got on the ship home safely.

They just steered around one of the long peninsulas of the island to arrive at the next port of the city, where Law left with Shachi and Penguin to keep watch over her - Bepo had to stay behind, he was too recognizable. The three of them wore normal civilian clothing without emblems and took small swords and pistols with them to avoid too much attention. Since Jean Bart has been here before, he recommended a cheap and clean hostel to y/n and Law hoped she would stay there - he was lucky, he spotted her eating supper through the window of the inn. Everything was according to plan, now they would wait around until morning, make sure she took the ferry, and be on their way.

"Captain, if I may be so bold...why don't we just, you know, stay with her out in the open? That would be so much easier" Shachi asked when informed about the plan.

"We are still pirates, we could be recognized and cause her trouble. This whole island is filled with bounty hunters, it was risky enough to let her be seen as she left the ship", he explained. What he didn't say: he wouldn't be able to spent this time directly with her. If she so much as asked to stay, he would obey. To make sure he went through with it, it was best if he didn't get tempted.

So he leaned on a wall in front of the hotel with a strong coffee and prepared for an uncomfortable night. Shachi and Penguin were stationed on different sides of the hostel to detect any other danger that might come for her. The traffic on the streets didn’t die down towards the evening – if anything, there was a larger crowd of people out and about, ready to party. It was a great cover for Law against detection, but also a curse if he had to find her. Good thing she would just be staying at the hostel.

He almost spilled the coffee all over himself when she just strolled out of the building, her hair styled with a cute red bow and looking ready to hit the town. Law could only gawk like an idiot at her. He fumbled in his pocked for the portable den den mushi.

"She just left, everyone to me", he whispered into the snails microphone. "Aye aye captain", his crew mates answered.

Together they tailed her in the crowd, almost losing her multiple times. They weren't spies, they were pirates and not made for these maneuvers. Law was absolutely on edge. She was unarmed and alone. But she also seemed more like a tourist, a normal citizen, browsing the shops that lined the streets. Law somehow managed to talk himself down and instead enjoy watching her one last time. His curiosity got the best of him as he registered her tastes and preferences. She seemed especially fascinated by books and maps about the grand line and it’s many secrets, skimming through some of them with practiced moves. He watched intently as her hands glided over some antique coins, expertly picking up the most interesting pieces. Is it to late to get her back…? He imagined showing her his own coin collection and sharing all his previous adventures with her. His thoughts wandered to all the scenarios he craved: she would sit in his room, they would talk all night. Maybe she would even fall asleep on his bed and…

„Law, snap out of it“ Shachi hissed as he hit Law in the ribs.

„What?“ Law growled, irritated to be ripped out of his daydreaming. Penguin joined and gestured towards their target. She was very engaged in a conversation with a white haired pretty boy, who was clearly hitting on her.

Law almost went into killing mode. The nerve! He only realised that he was already drawing his sword, moving towards that bastard when Penguin and Shachi both held him back. "Captain..?", Penguin whispered and ripped him out of his anger. Control yourself, Law thought to himself. She's not the girl to fall for such a-

"They're entering a bar", Shachi informed Law, as he looked through a pair of tiny binoculars.

"I will kill that guy!" Law almost burst with anger. He should never have done this. Seeing her disappear was one thing, seeing her with another man was too much. This time, his friends couldn't hold him back as he stalked in the establissement after them. They could only flank him and do everything to keep their cover.

The bar looked a bit shady. It was illuminated exclusively by candles, barely casting enough light to see. It was maybe better that way. "Looks like there are lots of bounty hunters here", Shachi announced, indicating a row of colorful characters scattered all over the room. They could see all kinds of weapons and dangerous looking folk. The grinding sound Law’s teeth made only added to the menacing atmosphere of this place.

Penguin and Shachi looked at each other and complemented their captain to one of the tables and pressed him into a chair. They could see y/n and the white haired guy from their position. They chatted over drinks for a moment and she seemed to enjoy herself a lot, her giggles echoed through the otherwise quiet room, drawing everyone's attention. Law was at the edge of his seat, ready to race in. The man’s hand slithered around her chair to rest on her shoulders – that was it!

Law jumped up. He didn't care if every bounty hunter in the city would recognize him, he didn't care that Shachi and Penguin clawed into his clothes to hold him back. If that guy touched or even kissed her in front of him - Law would rip him apart, without his powers. Teeth bared, he was drawing his sword again– when Penguin hit him square in the face with a hushed „sorry Captain“, taking Law completely off guard. His two crew mates started a coordinated effort and packed their furious captain on both ends like a rolled up carpet to carry him out of there again, covering his mouth to not make a scene – at least not inside. Good thing, the bounty hunters didn't think a bar fight with subsequent kidnapping was worth noticing.

„What the fuck was that?“ he screamed when they threw him on the ground outside. „I will make you two walk the plank next time we encounter a sea monster!“ He shouted his threat at two very disappointed faces. „Captain, that’s a bounty hunter bar, we didn’t want to draw attention to ourselves, remember?“ Shachi berated his captain. „We will take it from here, you are not thinking clearly“ Penguin threw in. „Please stay here, Law. I beg you!“

Of course they were right. He was a mess, not in control of his emotions. He got up, leaning on his sword, to get himself away from this situation. „Just...just get rid of that guy“, he mumbled as he shuffled away. „Sure thing, Captain, leave it to us“ Shachi reassured him with a thumbs up. „We’ll take care of that pretty boy, he won’t bother her.“

Law decided to hang around just a few minutes more, just in case. He watched the two getting back inside from a safe distance, leaning on the opposite side of the broad street, crossing his arms.

You

You were having a great time! This guy’s name was Fennec or something and he was a super cool bounty hunter who had sailed all over the world to catch pirates and collect the reward. He told you stories about the strangest islands – some were even in the sky – and the most absurd devil fruit powers. There were people in this world that could turn others into stone, make limbs grow out of every surface or simply make an area totally silent- the variety was endless and weird.

He bought you a sweet cocktail and seemed thrilled to make your acquaintance – not like other people. You thought about Law again – he had strange powers, too, although you were not entirely sure how they worked. You wished you could have seen him in action jusy once. You started to ask Fennec if he could tell you anything about Law’s power, when a loud boom suddenly interrupted all conversations in the room. It seemed like there was a fight going on outside. A big one, there was crashing and screaming. Fennec told you stay put and took some kind of long-clawed weapon out of his bag and eyed the door.

It almost burst when a giant bounty hunter ripped it open and screamed: “BIG BOUNTY OUTSIDE! IT’S TRAFALGAR LAW!”

The whole bar was in a commotion, weapons were readied, drinks chugged and pistols loaded as all of them got up and talked about a fat bounty to be collected.

Law..? That must be a mistake!

You got up, too and ran out the door with the bounty hunters.

The street had turned into a warzone, countless really dangerous looking bounty hunters were already positioned around a tall, young man – it really was him! What the fuck was he doing here? He had a smaller sword with him and wore simple black clothes. His shirt was practically unbuttoned and showed his black jolly roger tattoo. Such an idiot. Hot, stupid idiot.

His hand was outstretched and some kind of swirls was forming around is palm as he screamed “ROOM” and the battlefield was swallowed by a blue orb. A few of the hunters jumped him now – they attacked him with swords, bullets, knives and fists, there was even a fucking flamethrower! You were certain that he wouldn’t survive this. Why was he even here? You had to do something, and quick!

Law

Fuck, all those bounty hunters somehow caught wind of his presence. Once one knew – everyone knew. He summoned his power, this would not take long. They were without exception beneath him. Feeling his influence stretching, he already thought about how to destroy them. At least something to blow off some steam.

Those pitiful losers still thought they could harm him, a variety of attacks and projectiles were already aimed at him. With a basic "shambles" he switched projectiles and people to make those fools attack each other.

He was just drawing his sword to end this for good, when Y/n stormed in. Damn, why didn't Shachi and Penguin stop her? With horror he watched her run toward him, this was suicide for a girl like her.

"Y/n, leave now! This is too dangerous!" He shouted at her. She didn't stop. Instead, he saw her wave her hand - and suddenly every bounty hunter was screaming in surprise, some began waving their arms violently. Law looked around, it appeared there were all covered in spiders?

It gave her enough time to safely make it to him.

"Come on, we have to leave! Now!" She was tugging at his arm, looking desperate.

"Just get back to your hotel, I got this. Those are just small fish" he hissed. "Go! NOW!"

She looked shocked but didn't move.

"I am not leaving you here! This is a small army!" She tried to reason with him. The bounty hunters were distracted for the moment, so he used the time to bark orders into his den den mushi for Shachi and Penguin to get here and take her to safety. He pulled her behind him with one arm to protect her until than. If anything happened to her because of him, he would not be able to forgive himself.

"Keep her safe! Get her back to the tang" He shouted at his friends as they finally approached and took her away, one on either side.

He hoped that most of those bounty hunters didn't take his concern for her too seriously or she might become a target as well. Seeing all the beri signs in their eyes he was relieved that his bounty was all they cared about. The mysterious spiders seemed to have disappeared and the fight continued. Knowing she was safe with two of his best fighters, he took his time to finish off all of them, even taking some trophies for his organ collection.

Since the worst case scenario had happened, he had been discovered by practically all the bounty hunters on the island and y/n, he made a big display of his power, hoping to scare off any one who might cause him trouble. He ripped the bounty hunter bar apart and stacked the parts of the building into a crooked tower, he mixed up most of the fighter's body parts to guarantee them fun for the next weeks. He blew off some steam and bought time to get y/n to safety. Silver lining.

After he was done and satisfied with the outcome, he made his way back to the tang, thinking about what might happen next. She could still catch a ship back home, or she could sail with them. He fucked up bad on this one, he figured he'd let her decide what she wants. He passed the antique seller's stand where he had seen her earlier. Figuring that he owed her an apology, he bought the coin for her. Or rather, tried. The shopkeeper was too terrified of the great samurai of the seas to charge him anything.

She must have been scared, seeing all this commotion. But she still tried to save him, running into the fight. She was brave. And she had some explaining to do herself - this spontaneous spider infestation was no coincidence. In any case, he was extremely proud of her. The hope that she might even care a little for him made his step a little lighter.

When he arrived back at the polar tang it was deepest night, the ship was dark. Bepo sat on deck with Law's usual sword and sprinted up to Law as soon as he spotted his beloved captain.

"CAPTAIN, it's awful!!" The bear shouted.

"Come on Bepo, I defeated all of those Bounty Hunters, it was no big deal." Law said with a smirk.

Wordless, Bepo handed Law a piece of paper. It read "we have the girl and your thugs. Find us before dawn. Come alone."

The paper moved in a direction like it was pulled by invisible string. A vivre card.

"They didn't arrive?" Law asked.

Bepo shook his head, tears already dripping from his black eyes.

"I'll get them back" Law said with absolute determination.

So, that was part 3! I am trying my hand on some more complicated story building and I hope you enjoyed it. There will be at least one more part to wrap it all up. If you want more afterwards be sure to write me a comment. And feel free to share your wishes about what should happen next!

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eyyoooooo i see you like tropes! can i offer u some viktor x reader soulmate au in this trying time? maybe theyre both from zaun, but they never end up meeting until theyre grown, and they meet in piltover of all places?

this is not my best work but oh well im sleepy XD

Viktor x gn!Reader (SFW)

-So I wanna say that there are probably all different kinds of soul markings. Some people have a red string tied around their finger, some people can only see colour once they’ve met their soulmate, some people have a timer on their wrists, or a name.

-Viktor probably has one of the rarest kinds of marks, and it’s not really a mark at all. You can hear each other’s thoughts…but only when you want to share them.

-He doesn’t know this at first, though. As a young child, he fully believed that he didn’t have a soulmate - which wasn’t really an issue, in his opinion. Most people in the undercity didn’t have soulmates, or at least very few adhered to the bond.

-In his eyes, a soulmate isn’t necessary to have a good life. His parents weren’t soulmates, and they were plenty happy in their relationship. On top of that, he had a hard time believing that anyone would want to be stuck with him for life - none of his peers wanted anything to do with him, so it wouldn’t surprise him if his soulmate would be the same.

-He gets the shock of his life when he’s around eleven years old. He’s tinkering away on his own, working on repairing one of his father’s pocketwatches, when suddenly…a voice.

-He startles slightly, and glances around the room. Surely he’d heard someone, right? Your voice had been clear as day, so close to him you might have been speaking right into his ear - but when he peers around, the room is completely empty. And silent.

-He brushes it off, convincing himself that some noise must have carried in from outside. Until it happens again.

-Hello? A soft voice calls, tentative and questioning. Is anyone there? Mama said I should try to say hi like this, just in case.

-Viktor whips his head around the room, but there’s nothing out of place. Nowhere that someone could hide to play some kind of prank on him. Not to mention…he can’t really tell which direction your voice is coming from. It sounds like you’re…right beside him.

- “Where are you?” he asks, out loud.

-A beat of silence, then, You can hear me?

-You sound wholly surprised, as if you hadn’t ever expected anyone to answer your call. Viktor gets it - if you hadn’t reached out, would either of you have ever figured out you had a soulmate? Without a physical marking -or in this case, without someone else’s suggestion to try thinking at someone in hopes you’re heard- mental soul bonds were hard to discover.

-Viktor keeps it a secret for a couple of days. He knows his parents would want to celebrate, if they ever found out, and he doesn’t really want to go through some big debacle. Plus, he’s still not entirely certain that he hasn’t lost his mind.

-But god, do you irritate him. Constantly asking questions about him, about what he’s working on and where he’s from, his interests, his goals in life. Not just that, but you never shut up about yourself, either. He’s apparently the first person you tell whenever anything happens, whether it be local happenings and gossip, to mundane things like the weird toad you found by the runoffs.

-By day three, he’s sick of having someone in his head. In a moment of impatience, he snaps at you; tells you to leave him alone and give him some damn quiet.

-And you do.

-He expects you to start chattering to him again, after a couple of hours. You’re never able to stay away for too long, far too scatterbrained and excitable: he’s a little bit worried when night falls and your end of the line is still silent.

-He falls asleep thinking about you, but he’s too stubborn to reach out and apologize. He doesn’t realize that he enjoys your friendship yet.

-He grows antsy as another day passes, and there’s still no sign of you. He knows logically that you’re probably just pouting - in the short time he’s known you, he’s learned that you’re extremely volatile when it comes to your emotions. But he can’t help worrying - what if something had happened to you? What if he’d hurt your feelings so much that you’d distractedly tripped over something and gotten hurt?

-The thought only makes him worry more, and he ends up going to his mother about it, tearing up when he admits that he’s scared something’s happened to you.

-His mother scolds him real good for being mean about it, even if it was a necessary boundary to set. You’re both still young, though, and neither of you are particularly adept at socializing.

-He reaches out to you after his mother calms him down, trying to see if you’ll listen to him when he apologizes to you and explains that he’s used to being alone all the time and that he really likes to think in quiet places, but also that he’s sorry he was so mean about asking for some time by himself, so would you please come back so you can talk about things again?

-He’s secretly elated when your voice sighs into his mind, Fine, I suppose I’ll accept your apology. We’re soulmates, after all. But next time, just tell me when you need a little bit of time on your own, okay? I won’t be mad that you don’t want to spend every waking second glued to my hip!

-You become friends after that - good friends. Where Viktor is logical and calculating, you’re emotional and wise. Whatever either of you lacks, the other makes up for - on numerous occasions you’ve helped talk him through some of the rough patches in his projects, from smaller issues like making a pocketwatch tick backwards, to more consequential things, like malfunctioning safety mechanisms on heavy machinery.

-Well into adulthood, you’re his only friend. You never meet in person, both of you too nervous to see each other face to face, but you’re aware that you’re both from the undercity. He suspects you have a little more luxury than he does, often waxing poetic about the stars and the sunsets and tasty foods your parents bring home, but he doesn’t mention it.

-If you were from the upper levels, how would you feel about being tied to someone from down below? It’s a question he keeps to himself.

-You’re sad to learn that he’s leaving for Piltover at age nineteen, but so, so excited that he’s gotten a scholarship to the prestigious academy. You know better than anyone how he strives to do good for people, and how he takes pride in his mind and his creations. It’s a perfect place for him, and you want nothing but the best for him.

-You’re bummed that he’s going to be so far away, but then…you’d never met each other, anyways. You could still talk to each other in your heads, and that was what mattered to you.

-And then, one day, you don’t reply to him.

-He is awake especially late at night, so he thinks maybe you’ve gone to bed…but it had been over a decade since you’d not said goodnight to him.

-He tries not to let it get to him, tries to continue his work and his studies as normal. But it eats at him. As each day passes in silence, it eats at him. Something must have happened, he thinks, calling out your name every couple hours, to no avail.

-He asks around to the few people he’s on good terms with, wondering if anything notable had happened in the undercity over the past couple days - to both his relief and frustration, nothing spectacular had come up, and life was persisting as usual. But it still begged the insistent question - where the hell were you?

-At the seven day mark, Viktor is decidedly stressed. His temper is short, he has a hard time paying attention in his classes; he’s a mess, and he’s fully convinced that something terrible has befallen you.

-Of course, he thinks bitterly. Of course the one person he’d ever loved, the one person who’d ever truly known him, had perished before he’d even gotten a chance to say anything. Before he’d gotten to see you smile, or hear you laugh, or feel the warmth of your skin - before you’d ever really gotten the chance to live.

-He’s stewing in his thoughts, laying on his bed with nothing but the dim light of a lamp beside him. He’s been staring at the ceiling for over an hour now, but he can’t seem to muster the strength to move. His body aches, his heart aches…

-A knock at the door.

-A sound that he ignores, rolling over onto his side to face away from the offending noise.

-Another knock.

-And then, “Viktor!” Your voice.

-His eyes widen. That had definitely been in your voice. Distant and dim, like you were trying to speak to him from behind a-

-Another knock.

- “Viktor, I swear to god, I know you’re awake. Open the door before I pick the lock, I know this is your room!”

-In a flurry of movement, he rushes to the door as fast as he can manage, loudly throwing it open to behold the sight on the other side: you. You, in the flesh. Wearing freshly-pressed clothes that were a tad too big on you, holding two suitcases that had been fastened shut with what looked like old belts.

-He stares for longer than he would like to admit, his mouth opening and closing like some kind of pale, startled fish.

- “Well?” you ask, “Are you going to let me in?”

-He steps aside, and as soon as the door shuts behind you, you’re off on a tirade: Breathlessly explaining to him that your parents had scraped up enough money for you to go live with your cousin in Piltover, where your aunt had then offered to pay for your tuition should you desire to go to school - of course you’d said yes.

-She’d pulled some strings, and by some miracle, you’d managed to get assigned to Viktor’s room. He’s barely able to keep up with what you’re saying, you’re speaking so fast.

- “The student housing office is supposed to stop by in the morning to introduce us, but I was too excited. I wanted to meet you for the first time without anyone else around.” 

-You stare up at him with comically round eyes, practically vibrating with eagerness. He has half a mind to be mad that you’d purposefully shut him out, just so you could surprise him…but he figures he can do that tomorrow. For now, he opens his arms and gestures you into a hug, too relieved that you’re in his arms to feel anything else.

[luckyshotwrites]

why 17+... why not just 18+

When I made my intro text a while ago, I was looking at pages like mmmleckerlecker (don't want to bother them with an @) which have +16 and up in their profile. <- Which they have an amazing story called heartpangs. It's beautifully written, IF YOU HAVE NOT CHECKED IT OUT. YOU SHOULD. They were the way I found this community.

So I originally put it there because I didn't quite know what this sfw vore community would have. I came from community at which I REALLY shouldn't have been apart of when I was younger, but I desperately wanted to share these cool ideas I had with vore. I'm sure I mis-clicked a while back when putting 17+ instead of 16+ and never changed it. If you've seen my content. I've only got serious themes such as death, blood mentions, etc, or some goofy shiz that I find hilarious. xD Never would I ever write anything that's sexualized. IF someone finds my stuff that way, that's just their perception and even if I say I don't ever see it that way, I don't think they'll agree. However so far, I've only really received support.

Wonderful people in this community, whether they read my stuff, enjoy at my art or not, have been rooting for me as I am for them. I'm glad people can see my content for more than I ever thought they would. It seriously makes me so happy that people are curious/engaging with my stuff for more than the main aspects of this community. As I use vore as a plot device in my writing, whether it be for conflict, comfort, or the likes. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I'll be removing it! I'll still ask for a mature outlook with my stuff though. AND I wish you a wonderful day, peep! Stay frosty~

[softluci]

bite (affectionate)

hi! let’s pretend i’m consistent, for my sake, okay? i know i like to disappear for, like, ever, and then reappear with the most unhinged shit ever, but, also, like, hear me out for a second. have you ever heard of people who bite their friends just 'cause? like, a purely platonic, "you left yourself open to be bitten . what else was i supposed to do?" just someone who likes to sink their teeth into their friends for no reason at all. 

anyway, i'm so glad you know where i'm going with this now. mc is gn [like always], Not Fully SFW so minors dni for my peace of mind,

hcs under the cut :p

lucifer

it wasn’t your fault. to be honest, it was lucifer’s. you didn’t tell him not to wear his turtleneck that night, that was a decision he made entirely of his own volition. why was his neck exposed to begin with? why was he so relaxed? so what if he was in the comfort and privacy of his office—he should know better than anyone that he could be disturbed at any moment. this was all his fault.

you were in his office, just to make sure he went to bed at a reasonable time—a direct request from the crown, mind you—and he asked you to look at something on his phone. levi had said something with an excessive amount of human slang, and he needed you to translate. it was a more frequent occurrence than he would care to admit, but that was neither here nor there.

you walked around to his side of the desk, bending down to get a better look at his phone, probably to tell him that “XD” is not a word or abbreviation, when you glanced to your right. there was no rhyme or reason to it; if someone asked you why, you would've said “just 'cause.”

basically, essentially, more or less, what happened was this:

you saw that his neck was exposed, so, you, like any reasonable person, bit him. it was more of a nom, really, there were hardly any teeth, and even if there Were a lot of teeth—and there weren’t—it’s not like you would’ve been able to hurt Lucifer Morningstar with your Blunt Human Teeth any goddamn way. 

lucifer, however, is more focused on the principle of the fact that you just bit him for fun. he was quite upset, albeit at first it was because he thought you’d been turned into a vampire and he’d been none the wiser until you decided to sink your teeth into him. upon finding out that you weren’t a vampire, just deranged, he was just confused. once you explained to him that it was something you did with your human friends all the time, that it was a form of affection between friends—he understood, and he was fully prepared to make you regret your actions. 

now, he just Bites you. whenever the two of you are alone, his teeth are in your neck. it doesn’t even matter if your guard is up, do you actually think any guard you have is a match for him? he feels no need to wait for chances, either. if you’re across the room, he’ll tell you to come to him. if your neck isn’t open, he will simply take your chin in his hand and create an opening. what’s worse is that you can’t lean away without leaving yourself open, and it just makes him want to keep doing it—your best bet is to just take it. not to mention it’ll hurt his feelings if you don’t, aren’t you guys friends?

if you resist too much, it could be dangerous, too. he’s only careful with his fangs Sometimes, and he doesn’t pay attention to which side of your neck he’s biting. in other words, move too much and your jugular…well, it doesn’t matter. don’t you trust him?

mammon

now here is someone who you should one-hundred percent be biting at all times. he will vehemently deny that he likes doesn’t mind it when you bite him, but the first time it happened is what set the precedent.

the two of you were actually having a sleepover in his room—his idea, he was upset that the others had spent a lot of time with you, as usual—trouble is, mammon does not wear clothes to sleep. it took a lot of nagging from you for him to wear shorts and a tank top because he was dead set on only putting on shorts for like ten minutes. you might have liked it if he was only wearing shorts, but you decided to have a modicum of shame for once. until, like, you bit him, that is.

this time, it kind of was your fault. you should have told him to wear a t-shirt instead of a tank top. maybe if the junction between his neck and shoulder were covered, you would have had some sense. in your defense, you didn’t tell him to sit damn near on top of you; he did that all on his own. why did he leave himself so vulnerable to your teeth in the first place? and then had the audacity to scream once you bit him—once again, more of a nom, hardly any teeth—

he calmed down after a few minutes of you trying to explain to him that you were only doing it because you consider him a close friend, the same as your friends from back home, he understood, kind of. called you a weirdo at least three times, but he was still damn near on top of you, so you could see how they were just empty words. 

on one hand, now you can bite him just about whenever you want, albeit he would prefer it if it were just the two of you. on the other hand, now, whenever he feels like he hasn’t seen you enough [which is all the time, just about], he just sinks his teeth into whatever part of you is easiest to reach to get your attention. it usually ends up being your ears or your cheek, sometimes your jaw or your shoulder—he likes to mix it up. the only downside, if you’re a person with shame, is that mammon is quite careless with his fangs. not enough to draw blood, but enough to scratch you and leave marks. he does that on purpose.

levi

you are a twisted individual, and your actions are indefensible. it took you months to be able to touch him casually—months to sit shoulder to shoulder, to put your legs over his, to hug him—and you…so this is what happens:

the two of you are watching an anime, as you do, and a character in the show kisses their friend on the cheek. a normal occurrence between friends, happens all the time. of course, levi didn’t think so, being someone who doesn’t really have friends, and thus, does not know the full scope of platonic affection. thinking about it now, this is really levi’s fault—that does not mean you aren’t deranged, but the blame is his.

you tried to explain to him that friends did that all the time, that friends could really do whatever they wanted, but he insisted that it was unrealistic, so, you, in your infinite jest, leaned over and bit his ear. it actually was more of a bite this time, there was a bit of teeth, just because you wanted him to stop talking.

here’s what you failed to consider, outside of levi’s general feelings towards physical contact. that man is a self proclaimed otaku, right? cool, whatever. logical thinking tells us that this means he reads a fair number of fanfics. how many fics have you read wherein ear biting either leads to or is part of smut. you know it’s a lot. you Know it’s a lot. so, now you know exactly what went on in levi’s mind as soon as your teeth made contact, and you can understand exactly why he blacked out. 

you couldn’t even call for help, either, because who wants to explain this kind of thing to literally anyone? you were stuck fanning him until he woke up, which, thankfully, was a few minutes later, but, unfortunately for you, he was bright red from the collarbones up and could not form a coherent sentence for about two minutes. he has a similar reaction every time you bite him. he stopped losing consciousness after the first time, but the flushing is not going away any time soon.

given the way he reacts whenever you bite him, it’s only natural for you to expect that he won’t bite you back. that’s not at all the case, but it makes sense that you would expect that. what actually happens is that whenever he feels the barest hint of envy, and it has something to do with you, his teeth are in whatever part of you is closest to him. the two of you are usually sat side by side, so you get a lot of shoulder bites, a lot of bites at the base of your neck. if you ever want him to lay off, though, all you have to do is point out the fact that he seems to enjoy biting you. if you Really want him to stop, ask him if you taste good and then watch him speed run the five stages of grief.

satan

you think levi reads smut?

you have no idea what came over you, but since satan is your dear friend, assume you were overwhelmed by platonic love and the power of friendship. or, maybe you were just tired, and you weren’t thinking. that was actually probably it, since he was reading to you. 

the two of you were close enough by that point that he let you lay on him, even though it was more of your head on his stomach. his shirt had ridden up, probably from you moving your head around, and as soon as you noticed it, his hip was a goner. 

lucky for you, he didn’t react too terribly to your teeth in his hip, given that your bite wasn’t a painful one, and the two of you are friends. he might have interrogated you for several minutes so he could know Exactly why you decided to do that, but that’s not the worst thing in the world. 

what is the worst thing in the world is that, now that you’ve unlocked this boundary, he has taken advantage of it ten times more than you. what is doubly unfortunate is that you bit a part of his exposed torso, and now he knows he can do the same to you. what’s more, he is the Same as lucifer. just shameless and insatiable. 

if he’s sitting down, and you’re standing, great! easier access for him. if you’re both standing, understand that he is not above laying you across the nearest surface just to sink his teeth into your stomach. if you’re wearing a cropped shirt, once again, great for him! however, if your shirt isn’t cropped, he’s pushing it up, and if it’s tucked in—you’re just gonna have to retuck it. 

even better—since it’s your stomach and your hips he’s after, he really doesn’t think he has to be careful about leaving marks. he isn’t so cruel as to draw blood, provided you haven’t upset him, but he is less careful with his teeth than he would be if it were your shoulder or neck. he does take Some care not to cause you, like, unbearable pain; however, his bites do sting, so you’ll just have to live with that. as a final note, if it does hurt a lot, try not to, like, cry out in pain or anything like that. he is a canon sadist.

asmo

… you knew what you were doing, harlot. 

nobody is going to believe that you are so unwell that you didn’t give any thought to putting your mouth on the avatar of lust. a more likely story is that you did think about it, and, ultimately, you decided to deal with the consequences as they came. a bold move if there ever was one. 

the two of you were doing what you usually did—that is to say, you were out shopping, and he was making you try on any and everything that he thought you’d look good in. he was also making you watch him try on any and everything that he thought He would look good in, so, basically, you were in majolish for a full day. he made it fun for you, though, pulling you close, twirling you around and whatnot. it just so happens that, in doing so, he left himself vulnerable to your teeth. 

he was in the fitting room stall with you, with the door open, since he was only helping you adjust a piece he wanted to see you in. he turned you around so that you were facing him, gushing about how cute you were, as he does. his face was pretty close to yours—asmo has a thing for being nose to nose with you, for some reason—so, as thanks, you just…his cheek was right there—

asmo was stunned for maybe half a second, before he shut the fitting room door and pressed you against it. he was Quite pouty when you explained to him that it was a friendly, platonic bite, and not what he was thinking. of course, asmo isn’t one to force people into things, so he stopped coming onto you soon after your explanation. however—

now that he knows there’s a new level of affection he’s been granted access to, just about every inch of skin that you leave exposed has been subject to asmo and his teeth. there’s hardly any part of you that has escaped him, but it isn’t so bad. his bites don’t hurt, and they won’t, unless you ask. really, it’s more of a tickle than anything, and isn’t that so much better than satan and them? 

the only trouble is that he wants you to bite him more. a lot more, actually. you have a sneaking suspicion that he’s a bit too into it, but whenever you try to bring it up, he just pouts and goes “aren’t we friends?” with offensively sad eyes. it’s not like he’s wrong, though; you guys Are friends! be more generous with your bites, he likes the feel of your teeth.

beel

this is arguably the most dangerous thing you’ve done since climbing the stairs to that damn attic. of course, you didn’t really understand that until after you did it. 

the two of you were in his room, not really doing much of anything. beel said the two of you would eat snacks together, but, unsurprisingly, he was eating most of the snacks, and you were mostly on your d.d.d. however, there was One snack you were particularly interested in trying—some gummy worms that actually moved like worms—and when you went to reach for the package, you saw that it wasn’t where you left it, nor was it anywhere in the room. 

almost immediately you realized that chances were, beel ate them, package and all. you knew better than to be mad at him, given how nightmarish his appetite was, but you’re only human. you couldn’t help being slightly irritated, if not genuinely upset. so, what happened next is only natural. you were right next to him, after all. 

that said, no one can really blame you for a warning bite to the jaw. luckily, beel didn’t seem all that fazed; he just thought you wanted to eat something that was hanging out of his mouth. when you explained to him that, no, you weren’t trying to eat something As He Was Eating It, and that it was for him eating your candy, he seemed a bit sad.

he didn’t mean to eat your candy, it just happened, and he told you so. you said it was fine, that the bite was a friendly one, but to refrain from eating your snacks in the future. 

everything seemed to be fine, and then—

“so, next time i want to eat something that i can’t have, i’ll just bite you instead.”

beel said it with such genuine happiness, like he’d just come up with the greatest idea in the world, that you almost didn’t correct him. even with your correction, your reminder that he shouldn’t bite you all the time, especially with a jaw like his, he still winds up biting you whenever the two of you are together. it’s usually your jaw or your neck, since those are what’s easiest for him to reach, so, unfortunately for you, those spots have perpetual bite marks. he has a strong jaw, he can’t help it! besides, he thinks you look pretty with them, if that helps ^_^

belphie

he had this coming. first he kills you, is a general nuisance, and now he wants to pull you into his indolence when you have things to do? unbelievable. 

you were passing through the living room, in front of the couch, when belphie’s hand shot out and grabbed yours. he’d barely been awake, it looked like, but you knew he was fully coherent, the bastard.

“you promised you’d nap with me today,” he said, already pulling you closer, “come.”

“it is ten in the morning, i said we could have an afternoon—”

belphie interrupted your complaint when he pulled you on top of him, arms wrapped around your middle to keep you from trying to escape. this was rather inconvenient for you for about eight reasons, but the most pressing one was that lucifer was expecting you in his office within the hour. you should not have told him that, at all, but you thought the risk of a punishment from the eldest might prompt him to let you go. this was not the case at all, as you soon learned. 

as soon as you said you needed to meet with lucifer, pushing yourself up with your arms as best you could, you saw horns growing out of belphie’s scalp. expectedly, he looked Quite displeased. 

“you want to abandon me for my brother? my worst brother? that won’t do.”

he’d coiled his tail around your torso and tightened, effectively trapping you. so, after inconveniencing you so terribly, nobody can blame you for sinking your teeth into his jaw. it was a true bite this time, with a good amount of teeth, which, to be frank, was warranted. 

what was unwarranted, in your humble opinion, was his reaction. it wasn’t that he was upset with you or anything, it was the fact that he laughed at you. you knew there was no way it hurt, but the smug look on his face, along with his dumb little giggle, was just insult to injury. 

“you missed my neck, do you wanna try again?”

so, as you can imagine, belphie doesn’t really care when you bite him, since, to him, it tickles. what he does care about, though, is the fact that he can bite you now—and he does. a lot. like, obscenely often. he has no class, either, he does it when he wants to, regardless of whether or not there are people around or if you’re doing something. you can expect to be minding your business whenever belphie appears behind you and wraps an arm around your waist—just to make sure you can’t escape what’s to come. 

what’s terrible for you is that belphegor is a combination of lucifer and satan. your best bet is to take it, and take it quietly, even if (especially if) it hurts. so, don’t bother resisting, and don’t cry out in pain. he would enjoy both of those things way too much.

[xiao-come-home]

Sweet names, aka pet names headcanons;

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✰ Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Razor, Zhongli, Xiao.

✰ Words: 1,6k+.

✰ SFW.

Warnings: none.

A/N: Xiao came out the longest once again, ah. I’m sorry if these feel a little out of character in his case as well, but i hope i justified it well xD PLEASE APPEAR IN THE TAGS,,

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Zhongli:

THIS MAN. WILL GO. ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. He’s so creative that he sometimes surprises himself. Giving this man the ability to refer to you with ANYTHING he wants is giving him too much power.

“my star”, “my darling”, “beloved” - it’s a few amongst many others he has in store for you. Zhongli tends to call you different pet names every day... but he doesn’t really notice it until you bring it up.

that being said, he actually has his favorites - the mentioned above, “beloved”, “precious angel”, and “songbird” - at least one of them will be said if he sees you.

Zhongli sat on the bed gently, caressing your slightly drooled cheek with the back of his hand, and smiled ever so slightly at your sleeping form; your chest rose up and down in a steady rhythm. The brown-haired male, already dressed up neatly in his usual attire - kept petting your cheek until you finally woke up.

“Zhongli,” you whined, “It’s way too early to wake up.” you took his hand and intertwined it with yours, only to snuggle into your warm pillow for a little longer. He chuckled and squeezed your hand, “Angel, I have gotten you your favorite meal that you had craved for so long. I encourage you to eat it while it is still warm.”

The poor man got a pillow hit him in the face because you stormed out of the bed so fast.

Now, he does adore when you call him some cute pet names as well! The feeling is surely mutual and whenever you do it, he appears to be.. well, quite unfazed, to be honest. That is, on the outside, of course. within his chest, his heart is beating a little faster.

Zhongli loves when you call him “love” and “honey”; what you might not expect at all - is also that he’s fond of the funny ones as well. Calling him “eye candy”, “snuggle bug” or “sweetie pie” - HE’LL ABSORB IT ALL., and keep encouraging you to call him even more variations of the mentioned. I’m not even gonna start on pet names in different languages.

Xiao:

Similar to Diluc, he doesn’t really bother to call you something else than your name, really. Or at least, that’s what it seemed to be only at the beginning.

Xiao, yes, likes referring to you by your name mostly, but after some time spent with you in the relationship - a few pet names might pop up out of nowhere.

One of them is “Twinkle” - which almost seems out of ordinary, considering Xiao’s personality. He says that whenever he feels particularly affectionate or his mood is a little better than usual. When you ask him why he chose this one - he always responds with the following: “You remind me of a twinkling star in a dark sky, a star, that always shines brightly, no matter what circumstances might be awaiting you. You are the twinkling star that guides me through my cheerless and loathsome days.”

The second one - “Dove” - is used whenever Xiao seems to be admiring you, or when you feel down. “You are beautiful the way you are, Dove,” Xiao speaks calmly, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your palm, “You should not bother yourself with that vile thoughts. I appreciate every inch of you, and I will cherish you as long as I will be able to.” What goes unspoken is that to him, you’re a dove who brought him freedom; freedom, that although still seemingly distant - is slowly coming his way. And you, helping him overcome his gut-wrenching guilt he’s got over the years... feels like a blessing. Thus, he also wants you to know that you’re important to him, despite his almost cold demeanor you might’ve encountered.

“Treasure” and “Melody” have been said as well. The second one seems to be rather random and rare, but to Xiao - you’re a treasure incomparable to any other. a treasure that cannot be obtained easily, but when acquired - the joy of having a loved one, a person who cares so deeply while expecting nothing but the same back... makes Xiao feel almost guilty for receiving so much happiness.

Does he have a reason to call you “Melody”? Of course - no matter whether your voice is low or high, Xiao enjoys it nonetheless; especially, if you read him something out loud while having the entire Wangshu Inn just for yourselves. It’s music to his ears that manages to lull him to sleep every time... even if he doesn’t probably need to sleep anyway.

To sum it up - Xiao bases his pet names for you on your personality or actions. He most likely won’t tell them out loud until asked, but he will elaborate if brought up. He likes to have a good reason that’s worth calling you any of these nicknames.

He himself won’t stop you from giving him a pet name nor he has a favorite one, but he will roll his eyes if you choose one specifically cheesy.

Razor:

of course, the main one is “his Lupical” - however, he’d start using it a little later in the relationship, since the word’s meaning is really important here; once he knows he’s important to you as much as you’re for him - as well as that you accept him just the way he is - the nickname will unconsciously escape his mouth.

cliche, but - “wolfhook” is also another one that’s his favorite. it’s pretty explanatory - he likes wolfhooks... and he likes you. so why not have both at the same time?

He’s been in the city a few times - and despite it being definitely not one of his favorite things to do - he’s heard someone saying “Pumpkin” and “Summer” - since then, he calls you that as well, especially the second one - you’re just as warm and bright as the season itself.

absolutely loves when you have any pet names for him too! “Bluebell” is one of his favorites, plus it always catches his attention. If that’s not enough, his cheeks will gain that sweet, pink color every time you use this pet name.

At first, he didn’t really understand anything. You calling him “sweet cheeks” or “teddy bear” - he’s neither food nor a plush toy... but explaining to him that pet names are something along the lines of calling the significant other things they remind you of worked quite well. It resulted in him saying everything he’s learned without a second thought...

“You... are my little, lovely... dirt.” you blinked at him a few times, he repeated the action, and... you just stared at each other for a while. that is, until he spoke, “Razor.. will get better at this. Soon, Razor promises.”

and he did. the day he called you “his little wolfhook” or “his poppy” got your heart to melt right on the spot.

Kaeya:

Kaeya loves referring to you as “babe” a lot, as well as “baby”. He’s laid back with the pet names, so expect the ones that are rather simple, but also cheesy.

“Sugar” or "Sweet pea" are perfect examples.

“Ah! Isn’t it my favorite little bunny?” he cups your cheeks gently, lowering himself to place a kiss on your lips, “hmm, what’s with the pout, now? I thought you liked it?"

he’s gonna tease you, but I guess you know what already.

Kaeya also occasionally refers to you as “snowflake” or “snowball” due to his Vision; if you have one as well, he’ll pick one related to it.

In his... rather fragile moments, when his walls break down - he’ll call you his angel; for him, this pet name is reserved for these moments only. He genuinely thinks you’re an angel sent from heaven - understanding him and not judging him for his past mistakes or actions, but letting him know that even despite that, you’ll love him just as much and nothing will change it.

If you’re short, he’ll also call you “his little boo”.              

He’s gonna be DELIGHTED if you have any pet names for him and use them! Once he hears something that he recognizes as his pet name, he’ll look at you and shoot you a wink with his famous smirk.

Diluc:

generally, he doesn’t really like pet names. it’s obviously not the fact that he’s called you once something cute and Kaeya heard it and teased the hell out of him, no.

I’m gonna be honest and say that he likes calling you by your name most of the time. If you don’t like your name, he’ll refer to you as another name of your choice.

However... he might slip and actually call you “sweetheart”. It’s rather simple, but it’s surely one of his favorites.

Diluc’s that kind of person... who’d occasionally call you “Daisy” or “Rose” as well. He kinda thinks flower names are really good to use as pet names. Plus, I feel like he likes daisies - small, nothing but simple, yet they’re charming with their very own being - nonetheless, he’ll use them to catch you off guard, mostly in private.

A short for your name? No problem! in fact, he’ll grow used to calling you this way more than your actual, full name.

It’s hard to say if he himself likes the affectionate nicknames, but he definitely prefers his name. Diluc doesn’t mind occasional sweet names, though, so feel free to call him anything you want! But don’t go overboard, he thinks it’s a little embarrassing >_>

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~ROUND 2~ xD ~GAARA - sfw 7(10?), 16, 25

(Didja notice 7+10 are same Q? ^^; I wasn't sure which I should put down, u do what works for ya - either way I'm gonna know him drunk off his ass!!)

So its just 3 prompts fyi - I ain't being sneaky. I followin da rules👍

thank you for pointing it out to me! one of those was supposed to be the other way around hehe.

This is part of my 300 event 💖 now closed

Gaara

How does he act when he's drunk?

Does he say sorry first?

What’s his favorite type of music? Artists and songs examples.

I don't think Gaara would get drunk often. Mostly because he's afraid to lose control and hurt someone.

But in occasions where he got accidentally drunk he became so clumsy. Like trying to reach for a cup and knocking it out of the table? We have all been there, right?

He would be the angry drunk type too. Why everybody is laughing so loud? And why you're taking his drink away? Kankuro would get hit on the head often.

If you were not around the times Gaara got drunk you can be sure soon or later Kankuro or Temari would find a way to call you over to control your boyfriend.

He would also blame you for his hang over the next day >:(

Gaara would be someone pretty easy to deal with in a relationship, not so easy to figured out what is going on in that pretty head of his since he doesn't voice his most deep thoughts very often.

It's very uncommon for you two to fight or argue, but if he ever do/say something hurtful you can be sure it will be only a matter of minutes until he apologizes.

Of course he doesn't do anything bad on purpose, when he realizes that his actions caused you pain the fear of you leaving him would overcome any pride.

He would be on his knees for you if necessary.

Protect him.

I like to think that modern day Gaara would be into artists from different countries, his current favourite would be Maneskin especially their songs in italian such as Zitti e Buone and Coraline.

Gaara would say he likes to listen to classical music to focus while studying. Lie, he listen to classical music all the time, but he doesn't want people to think he's boring, although he can't hold himself when the topic of Mozart is brought up, it would make him talk non-stop.

Honorable mentions: U2 is the rock band that he most loves to listen when he's deep in thoughts, Penny Lane by the Beatles was the song that motivate him to learn to play the guitar, he's not a party person but the best of his life was when Thriller by Michael Jackson was played in a party and his friends dragged him into dancing too.

[ndoandou]

Hiii! Can you do a scenario where Mozart's s/o is really drunk she even dont recognize him and when he's trying to help her go to her room she says that she have a boyfriend or something like that??? Idk if it makes sense😅😅

Here you go darling @aycan15nevzatova !💜💜 le drunk s/o x mozart fic //sorry it took a bit long qwq

Your request reminded me of the drunk bridesmaid meme xD i couldnt help but imagine MC and mozart here🥴

🎹Drunk Yet Loyal🎹

Pairing: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x MC

Warning: mentions of vommiting, nàśťìě english

Sfw

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MC had made aquaintance with some of the ladies in town. They invited her to have a couple of drinks at the local bar this evening, the same bar where arthur would usually go.

She forgot to tell Mozart thd day before, so she figured she would go tell him now, even though it was rather.. last minute.

"*knock* mozart...?" MC said softly as she knocked on his bedroom door, only to not to get a response.

She invited herself in and mozart was no where be seen, when sebastian happen to walk towards MC's direction

"Herr mozart is having a meeting out in town. do you perhaps need any assistance with something, MC?" Sebastian said as he spotted her looking for mozart

"Ah sebastian! I was just going to tell him that i am going to the pub this evening with some ladies.. could you perhaps pass on this message to him when he comes back? I have to leave very soon." MC explained to sebastian

Sebastian frowned slightly

"Are you sure thats a good idea, its quite late isnt it?" Sebastian said, worried about MC's decision

"Dont worry! Its near the mansion and i wont be home that late" MC said with a reassuring smile

Sebastian thought for a bit

"Well.. i suppose you are right. I will pass on the message to herr mozart. Please do not come home too late" sebastian said

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"She WHAT?!" Mozart exclaimed as sebastian passed the information to him.

"My appologies herr mozart, i tried to convince her otherwise, but she insisted" sebastian said as he felt responsible for MC's reckless decision

"I really cant take my eyes of her for one second.. the moment i do, she does the most impulsive things ever." Mozart pinched the bridge of his nose as he exhaled sharply

Sebastian gave him a sympathetic look.

"Seems like ill have to head over to town again.." mozart said as he put on his coat once more

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"Ehehehehehe, and then i put salt into arthurs coffee- BWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAH" MC said as her laughter boomed through the pub, slamming her fist on the table. MC

"My, my, mademoisille~ you seem to enjoy drinks a lot.. though i wouldnt suggest you to have some more" one of the ladies said

"Dont worry! Im *hic*-"

Mc was cut off as the door to the pub had been slammed open, revealing a furious mozart.

This had caught everyones attention

"Seems like the musician came to pick his lady up~" the other lady said giggling

"MC! We are going home, now." Mozart said as he marched towards MC

MC failed to recognize the man that had demanded her to go home. She stood up, almost losing her balance and started yelling at mozart furiously.

"And who do you think you are?! Telling me to- mph!" MC stopped mid sentence as she felt the contents of of her stomach rising up her throat abruptly. One of the ladies who happened to be sitting next to an empty bucket instinctively shoved a bucket towards MC and mozart's direction. Mozart immideately held the bucket, forcing her to sit back down as MC began puking r a i n b o w s. Mozart's expression twisted into disgust. As disgusting as witnessing someone puke is, it was his dearest MC. He rubbed circles onto her back as one of her lady friends handed her a clean piece of cloth.

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Mozart was walking down the dark street, carrying MC who had a bucket hanging over her face. Mozart didnt want people to stare at her lover in such state any longer, which is why he excused MC and himself out of the pub as soon as they could.

"Oh schatzi.. what am i going to do with you..?" Mozart said as he sighed to himself

MC wasnt well enough to respond.

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They both arrived into the mansion, MC had stop puking but she still wasnt well enough

some residents in the dining room wondering what on earth was this sight in front of them. Before anyone could open their mouths, mozart spoke up

"No one question anything." He said as he casually walked past everyone, MC in his arms, heading towards MC's room.

As they reached the front of MC's room, mozart gently place her on her feet and took off the ungodly bucket off her head. He put the bucket to the side and slowly guided MC in.

"W-wait *hic* why are you taking me to bed?!" Mc panicked, resisting him but failing.

"Shush liebling, take a seat on the bed.. i need to change your soiled shirt" Mozart said, but MC pulled away harder

"No!! You can't do that, i *hic* have a boyfriend!" She yelled out as she ran over to the corner of the room

MC was so drunk that she failed to recognize who mozart is. Mozart found this incredibly funny and adorable. He decided to play along with it.

"Oh? Really? What is your boyfriend like?" He said with an amused chuckle, folding his arms.

"He *hic* he comes of as mean..b-but he has the biggest heart in the *hic* world" MC said as she leaned on to the wall for support

"He.. is very good *hic* with the piano and.. he knows how to make my heart flutter.." MC continued

"I.. love him... very.. much" mc said as she begun to lose her conciousness, which mozart quickly rushed towards her side, cathing her on time.

Carrying MC in his arm, he slowly carried her over to her bed, softlt putting her down.

He laid down next to her admiring her sleeping form, carresing her face. He couldnt stop thinking of what MC said about him.

"It may not seem like it.. but you really make my heart go crazy, schatzi" mozart spoke to the unconcious MC as he gave her cheek a kiss.

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Extra:

"Mm.." MC groaned as she could feel the sun blazing on her face. She noticed that she was in her night gown.

"What on..." MC said as she tried to recall what happened last night, thats when Mozart opened her bedroom door with a cup of warm tea in his hand

"Ah, you woke up." He said as he sat over next to her, handing the cup to her.

For some reason Mozart had this angelic aura around him which made MC question the situation more

"What happened last night..?" MC asked cautiously

"Lets say.. you drank irresponsibly and i had to take you home with a bucket over your face" mozart said with a playfull chuckle

All the memories from the previous day begun flooding back into her head, causing her to freeze. Mozart patted her head softly.

"You should really stop doing the most thoughtless things, liebling.. you were lucky that nothing serious happened last night" he said, still patting his lover

"Im sorry.. i was going to tell you about my plan but i forgot.." MC pouted as she took a sip of her tea

"Its fine. But i suppose i have to glue myself to you so you dont get into trouble." Mozart joked as he gave her a quick peck, making her lips curve into a smile

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Aizawa fic - CH 5 - Entrapment

 18+ ONLY! SFW (for now)

Shouta Aizawa x Villian!OC/Reader(?)

CH1

CH4

Okay this chapter kinda fucked me up. I got very emo while writing this lmfaoooo, but again sooooooo sorry that I’m so inconsistent, I care about this story and I want it to actually be good before I post ((also I have the shittiest laptop on the face of the planet so I can barely use it)) more like I just dont have the patience to deal with it XD, mais oui! le chapter is done! Please enjoy! x

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The chair I’m strapped to is stiff and uncomfortable at my back. I haven't been able to move for awhile and it’s driving me fucking insane. My back aches, my thighs are sore, I can literally feel my pelvic bone, not to even mention the cracked rib still throbbing and I’ve started to remember the broken nose I gave myself. It’s hard enough to keep my head on straight, I can’t really seem to focus on the questions I’m being asked, let alone my answers. I’ve been here for hours, maybe days. I have no clue. I have absolutely no fucking clue. This dumbass, Detective Aiko just comes and goes, sometimes followed by a short man with a clipboard and glasses. He just asks a few questions and leaves, I’ve lost track of how many times he’s entered and left as quickly as he comes. This time he comes in dragging another metal chair and flips it around on the other side of the table, sitting on it backwards, like he thinks he’s fucking cool or something. He’s large, I’ll give him that. His thighs swallow up the chair easily and I’m surprised he can actually sit on the thing.

I look at him with my tired eyes. We’ve been at this too long, I’m so fucking tired and I can hardly hold his eye contact. My lips are so unbearably chapped they feel like they might split open at any moment, they might have actually, I can taste iron. I’m parched. My mouth feels like it’s full of cotton. I’m about to crack, I can feel it. “Water.” My voice is tiny at this point, crackly from the dehydration. “I need water.” My eyes start to sag and I press forward slightly, straining against the straps on my torso, skin raw beneath them after so much of my writhing.

Detective Aiko blinks at me from across the table and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He easily taps one forward and plucks it from the box between his lips. I can tell it’s a practiced movement, he does it without thinking. His habit has become muscle memory. He shoves the pack into his pocket again and retrieves a zippo lighter. If I was more conscious I probably would have rolled my eyes, if it didn’t feel like they might fall out of my head if I did. Of course he has a zippo, ugh. It’s like he learned how to be a cop from watching cheesy cop movies. He flicks it open and closed in a split second and the cigarette is lit. He takes a deep breath, sucking down the entire thing, inhaling so deeply that his chest puffs and swells almost double. He holds that breath for a long moment, releasing it slowly. I expect the smell of burnt tobacco, but there is none. The smoke pours from his nostrils in thick swirls, but it dissipates quickly, without a single trace that it had once been there.

I can see his eyes go glassy from the nicotine high, his shrouded eyes have barely left me. He stares at me like I’m a caged panther; cunning, dangerous, volatile. All things I might have been if I could possibly think straight. “You’ll get your water after you cooperate.” He shifts in the chair slightly, flicking the used cigarette butt to the side. It falls to the ground unceremoniously and I can only imagine how often he flings those things haphazardly and how many thousands he has personally littered into our environment. I’m instantly seething again. A moment ago, I had no capacity for anything really, and now I’m filled head to toe with rage towards this stupid fucking cop. This man withholding my fucking water, my fucking life source.

The thought that he’s actually killing me passes and I pull at the cuffs around my wrists. “Fucking water.” The chains scrape across the table and I can feel the blood on my mouth, my lips have definitely cracked in multiple spots, blood pooling between my teeth. “I fucking need water!” Now I’m just shaking the chains, trying to make enough noise to get him to give in, annoy him into submission. “Water!” His eyebrow twitches, he seemingly has a very short tolerance for my behavior now, no longer amused by my sass and antics.

He quickly rises from the chair and kicks it to the side, it goes clattering against the wall and loudly falls to the ground, tipped on its side. The sudden jolt silences me and the room is tense with the lack of sound. “Who do you work for?!” He yells at me, full chested. The same question Eraser Head asked me in the alley. Where my allegiances lie. There’s another moment of silence before I bust into intense, manic laughter. They still really think I work for someone?

My throat threatens to give out on me, but I can’t control the laughter. “Me, motherfucker!” I shout back, only not as full, my voice is dying quickly, my laughter soon falling with it, replaced by a hacking cough that I’m pretty sure just shredded the dry skin inside my very dry throat. That doesn’t really seem to satisfy him though. He just grunts and picks the chair back up, setting it upright, but not sitting down in it like before. He just stands there, so tall and trying to be intimidating.

He crosses his arms over his chest and scoffs at me just once. “So we’re gonna keep playing this game, huh?” He pulls out another cigarette and huffs it down just as quickly as the first, barely even savoring the drag. His eyes close and he shrugs. “I guess you don’t want that water.” He quickly strides out of the room, leaving me alone and tortured. I can’t move, my body is giving out, I can’t speak because of my hoarse, abused throat, I can’t do anything at all, but sit here. My mind flashes back to when I felt this way before, tied to a dining chair in front of my drunk birther. My eyes start to water and I am amazed that I even have the moisture left in my body to cry. The parallels are too similar and I can feel myself reverting back, the whimpering that’s beginning in the back of my throat. A couple tears start to fall and I’m slowly slipping into that mindset when I hear the door open again.

I try my best to harden my face, trying to mask the depravity that I had just been wallowing in, refusing to make eye contact with Detective Aiko as he rounds the table again and sits in that chair. He sets something on the table and I’m surprised when I look up, to see Eraser Head sitting in that chair across from me instead. There’s a water bottle on the table and I honestly have nothing to say. I’m overwhelmed by this change of events and the tears come faster now, silently streaming down my face. I feel so vulnerable and this man that I have only prodded and teased is the one here to help me. It’s like the universe is laughing at me, it feels like a trick, but one I’m knowingly and willingly letting myself fall into. I suck in a deep breath, hoping he won’t say anything about my tears. “They haven’t cleaned you up at all, have they?” His voice is low, but he honestly sounds concerned. I lamely shake my head, unable to tell him that I’ve been sitting strapped to this chair since the moment he left. He grunts shortly then stands, slowly grabbing the water bottle and cracking the lid open.

My tears lessen as I watch him, he’s looking at me like I’m a wounded animal and deep down I can’t blame him. All I’ve done since meeting him is lash out and hurt him. In spite of all that he reaches out to me slowly, the cold water bottle in one hand, the other gingerly gripping the side of my neck and tilting my head back. I look at him hesitantly. I’m just supposed to let him pour water into my mouth? That feels too weird, and intimate, and needy, but I can’t really pour the water into my own mouth, so I part my lips for him. He gently presses the rim of the water bottle onto my bottom lip, easing the cold, fresh water onto my sandpaper tongue. His fingertips graze the skin on my neck as the pad of his thumb softly wipes away my tears. It’s so gentle and intimate that I can’t help but cry harder. I’ve never felt such a sincere caress and it’s like my heart is breaking into a million pieces, astounded by the tenderness that I haven’t allowed myself to even realize I was missing. The silent resentment falling away for a moment and letting something new replace it. Adoration? Sympathy? Genuine gratitude?

I take in this new feeling hesitantly as I try to gulp down the water as quickly as he’s pouring it into my mouth. I relish in the feeling of the cool liquid on my tongue and into the back of my throat, soothing the burning I had endured for so long. The tears continue to fall even after the water bottle is empty and I realize his hand is still gently stroking my cheek in an attempt to calm my tears. He tosses the empty water bottle aside and peers down at me. I stare back up at him, my eyes starting to puff up from the tears I had just shed, cloudy with the residual moisture on my lashes. He’s even more beautiful now than ever before, caring for me so tenderly, and I think I understand now. I love him. I must love him. The way I was drawn to him before, it all makes sense. I’ve never felt anything like this before, no one has ever given me even a sliver of a second thought, but here he is. This man I don’t even know caring for a tortured criminal that’s done nothing, but awful things. It must be love. It must be... something at least.

I realize the moment’s been too long and I turn my gaze away, squeezing my eyes shut. I can’t help but feel embarrassed. Here he is helping me, giving me the water I so desperately needed and I can’t even choke out a ‘thank you’. Should I? Would he want me to? His hand falls away and I hear him start to shuffle to the door. Dammit. I’m breathing heavy, trying to catch my breath from the way I gulped down water like a dying horse. “I’m going to get a first aid kit.” I almost don’t hear him, but my eyes snap open. He’s coming back? To help me even more? Eraser Head is… going to tend my wounds… that I got fighting… HIM. This is all so bizarre and my head spins a little, but I can’t help the trace of a grin that tugs on my lips and the slight twinge of heat in my cheek.

I hear that knock on the door again, but before it opens I mumble out a small, drained. “Thank you.” My throat is still destroyed, but it’s enough that I hope he heard me. I guess I’ll never know if he did or even cared because the door opens and closes with no acknowledgment that I had said anything. Once again, I am left by myself, in this too bright room, strapped to a metal chair. As I sit here, it’s hard not to fall back into my miserable thoughts. Self loathing and what if’s come easily. What if that really was a trick? What if he’s never coming back? What if I just imagined the whole thing? What if he’s disgusted by me and just taking pity? I internally cringe at myself. That one is probably closest to the truth. He thinks of me like a charity case, someone who can’t help themselves. He’s a hero after all, that good ole savior complex will always rear it’s big, nasty head at some point. He’s helping me to make himself feel better, not to make me feel better. I sneer at myself. I almost fell into his trap, but no. I’m better than that. I was almost that dumb cunt I used to be, trusting people, needing others help. Fuck no. I promised myself I would never be that person again. I’m better now.

But then the indignation fades and all I’m left with is the reality of the situation. I do need his help. I’m broken and bleeding, strapped to a chair in an interrogation room. I start to cry again. It’s not a heavy cry, just one that makes you realize so much in such a short period of time. I cry as I realize I do need help. I need more help now than I’ve ever needed before. I’ve probably needed help this entire time and refused to see it, refused to ask for it. Asking for help never seemed like an option, it seemed like a burden. Yet, Eraser Head isn’t even offering me help, he’s giving it. Willingly. Of his own accord.

I continue to struggle with my thoughts on the situation far longer than I would deem necessary before I admit to myself it doesn’t matter because he’s simply not coming back. It’s been too long for him to have actually been going to get a first aid kit. He’s gone forever now. Poof. Might as well stop thinking about him. I can’t though. Can’t stop thinking about his perfect face, the way he touched my neck, the tenor of his voice, the scruff on his chin, the scar under his eye, the heat of his body behind mine. It all sends a thrill through me, but more than that, just a deep sense of longing. I yearn for him. I just want him to come back to me, I don’t care if he has the first aid kit he left for or not. I just want him to be present with me because everything just hurts less when he’s here. The open wounds mean nothing when he’s here. He’s the only reason any of my pain has ever been eased. I need him. I love him.

I start to allow fresh tears to fall, but my eyes are already welded shut from the fat tears I had shed earlier, too heavy to open and crusted over with dried tears because I still can’t wipe my eyes. The new ones gently come and allow me to crack open my eyes just slightly. I’m honestly on the brink of exhaustion, but my body has miraculously found a way to push forward. I’m taking a deep breath, trying to re-center myself. Get a grip on reality. Stretch my fingers and toes, get some feeling back in my aching body, crack my neck as best as I can. It’s not much, but it helps. I’m the only one that can do anything for me now. I start trying to survey the room to a closer extent than I had before, but honestly it’s still the same, too bright, all white room. I guess I can see a vent in the top right corner, but it’s too small for me to even think about escaping from. Not to mention, I can’t see a camera, so it must be in the corner behind me, watching, recording my every move. I grumble. There’s also the two way mirror, that I assume has had at least three people on the other side of it at all times. I’m completely under thumb.

I sigh, there’s not much I can do in this situation, and this dumb collar is still canceling my quirk. I’m chained up and defenseless. Fucking great. The door scrapes open again and I startled to see Eraser Head quickly invade the room, that wild look in his eyes again. The tips of his hair are flicking back and forth angrily, but not like it was before when he was erasing my quirk, more like… he’s just worked up. He’s breathing deeply, standing up straight and crossing his arms, a full 180 from his calm, gentle demeanor he had earlier. He’s actually quite intimidating like this and I start to shrink into myself, not knowing why his mood has changed. I didn’t do anything. He looks to the door and reaches out to flick his wrist in a ‘get the fuck over here’ motion. Detective Aiko comes into the room and unlocks my cuffs, releasing my arms from the table. He seems reluctant and I’m insanely confused by this sudden turn of events. My eyes are wide and I look to Eraser Head again, confusion evident on my twisted up face. “I’m taking you to the hospital. The collar will stay on and I will cuff you down when we get there.” He says it all so blankly and I’m even more confused that I was before he answered.

Detective Aiko doesn’t look up, he just grumbles out a gruff, ‘bad fucking idea’ before moving onto the straps at my torso, allowing me to pull away from the chair just a little bit. I struggle to force my muscles to keep myself upright, wanting to slump over and crumple to the floor. He undoes the one at my lap and I barely feel it because my entire bottom half has gone numb at this point. He lowers down further and unlocks the cuffs at my ankles, fully freeing me from the chair. I’m immediately elated to be liberated once again, getting overzealous and springing from the chair. Blood rushes to my head and my numb legs remind me how bad of an idea that is because I tip forward, falling into the metal table, the wind knocked from my lungs. I let out a wheeze and feel strong hands pull me back up onto my feet from my shoulders.

Eraser Head wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush to his hip to support my weight. I can feel his hero muscles swell as he pulls me off the table, shifting so we can shuffle towards the door. I’m still dazed and weak, trying to work with his movements instead of against them, but my legs can barely hold myself up and he ends up dragging me along with him more than anything else. My head is right next to his shoulder, tucked tight to his body and I press myself closer, nuzzling my cheek onto his collarbone. He feels so good against me. I’m so woozy, I feel like I’m dreaming. This all could be a mirage, I am dehydrated as hell. But it feels so real and so good that I just submit to it immediately. I press even further, trying to get up to his neck. Trying to be closer. The moment crashes around me in an instant as cuffs fall around my wrists. Damn. It’s Detective Aiko standing behind me, cuffing my wrists together and ruining the moment I was just having with Eraser. I glare up at him and he just ignores me, squeezing the cuffs tighter, too tight. I yelp, but he just looks over to Eraser Head like, ‘Really?’. Eraser grunts and holds his hand out for the key, he still has that wild look in his eye and I realize now that it’s pointed at Detective Aiko. HE’s in the doghouse, not me. Well, I am still arrested, but it doesn’t really feel like it when Eraser Head is personally escorting me to the ER, cuffs or no cuffs. Detective Aiko drops the key into his outstretched hand with an eyeroll.

Eraser Head spins me around, so I’m facing forward. My head is still dizzy, but my legs are starting to get some feeling back and I’m able to stand on my own now, even if I am a bit wobbly. He pulls me close to him again, gripping my bicep with one hand and supporting my weight with a hand on my hip. He’s taller than I remember him being. Glancing over my shoulder, I have to look up at him. His jaw is set, clenched with the anger he’s trying to hold back, silently seething. He’s still eyeing Detective Aiko with a menacing nature, I know his quirk is eye related, but it seems he also has a natural affinity for staring anyways. I watch him tuck the key into his front pocket, then grip my arm again, his hands are so large. I gulp, now realizing my ass is basically pressed up to his hip. He’s still taller than me, it's more like his thigh, but that doesn’t change the fact that my ass is on this man. My mind goes crazy as he holds me there, having some kind of stare down with Aiko. Neither of them has moved, but after a moment the detective shifts back with a grumble. Eraser Head grunts and guides me forward, supporting me as we exit the interrogation room.

Eyes follow us as Eraser Head leads me out of the room and down the hall. The receptionist at the front desk gasps when she sees me walking (semi) free. I can tell they all know who I am. I can tell they’re all scared of me. I don't need my quirk for that. I take advantage of the tense scene before me and grin, lurching forward at the woman sitting at the desk. Eraser Head is still gripping me firmly, so I don’t make it very far before he yanks me back to his body, but I do make it far enough to scare that bitch gawking at me. She screams and drops the phone receiver in her hand, stumbling backwards. I didn’t really expect such a dramatic reaction, did she really think I was gonna rip her head off or something? I’m fucking handcuffed… and doesn’t she fucking work at the police station? She should be used to this by now, why is she so fucking scared? Dramatic bitch.

Eraser Head pushes me forward, obviously still riled up from previous events. I stumble forward a bit, but his grip on me is so firm I couldn’t fall if I wanted to. We continue walking through the waiting lobby, until we reach two large glass doors. Outside the doors, it’s day time, probably late afternoon by the look of the sunlight. I take a deep breath, ready to take a step out those doors, ready to leave this awful fucking place, full of these awful fucking people. Eraser presses the handicap button and the door swinging open, the air is warm as we step out and it’s a little joy in this shitty situation that I bask in for a moment. When we step onto the sidewalk, I look up at Eraser Head. This protective stance, the hand on my hip, if I just ignore the handcuffs it’s like we’re a couple on a stroll. I smile up at him, thinking about how sweet he looks with his hair catching the late afternoon light. It’s golden hour and it settles on him nicely, highlighting his stark features. His eyes flick down to me and an expression of genuine surprise passes his face for a split second. He looks away quickly, a blush coating his cheeks, but his face returns to its stoic default.

We continue like this for a moment until we come up on his vehicle. I’m not sure what I expected, but a small wave of sadness washes over me as he opens the rear door, shoving me into the backseat. I didn’t really think he would put me in the front with him, but this feels so… impersonal. I guess that’s what we are. Impersonal. I mean, I don’t even know his last name. I slouch into the black leather of the car and pout to myself, feeling defeated. Eraser Head buckles me into the seat, leaning over me with his whole, big body. Heat floods my stomach and suddenly I’m feeling something… else. I huff, breathing in his scent, I can still smell the bergamot on him, but the other scent on him still eludes me. It’s sweet and musky, almost earthy. He pulls away before I can breathe in again, shutting the door on me, boxing me into this car alone again. He’s in the driver’s seat about 4 seconds later, but the silence of being alone again still stands out to me. I shake my head, and try to focus on the sounds of the car as he roars the engine to life and pulls out of the parking lot.

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#5

// Since I don’t want to forget about these thoughts and theories I had last night that kept me up till 5 am, I wrote them down for you all so that I would not forget. 

I was looking up for the naruto wiki info on the novel Naruto Jinraiden: The Day the Wolf Howled of the medicine that Itachi used to keep himself alive called Kotaro and how Sasuke decided to use it to treat the eye irritation that came with the mangekyo sharingan.  Did Sasuke keep this medicine in mind and told Sakura about it so that she could keep and maintain some for him just in case? I mean, what if whatever Itachi had could be genetic and what if Sasuke could get the same illness as Itachi too? What about our poor Sarada...

Then there was a filler called “Heart’s Eye” and it mentioned about a extremely rare and fabled medicine called “Eye Medicine Plant” from a plant that may or may not exist and it was supposed to be used for strained eyesight that many dobujutsu users suffer every once in awhile and only the sharingan and the byakugan could see through it’s mist from a place called Valley of Judgement. Orochimaru planned on seeking it out for his dobujutsu research but never found it. So I was wondering if Sakura would ever try to find the plant just in case if her husband’s and daughter’s eyesight starts to become strained as well.  Or did she make alternatives for them just in case?  I know it was just a filler episode, but the idea is quite a neat one. 

Then there’s this theory that greatly interested me, when Kabuto was a child, he was sent to all of the 5 nations to gather information on them all during the third ninja war for Danzo and Konohagakure. It was known in Kisame’s backstory that Kisame’s mentor Fuguki Suikazan was leaking out information to Kirigakure’s enemies and probably to outsiders as well. I speculate that he and Kabuto who was a child disguised as mist genin were secretly working together and it was only when Fuguki was found out and killed by Kisame is when Kabuto obviously had no choice but to bail on the place.  I could imagine that Kisame must’ve one day have seen the two together but would only assume that Kabuto was just a simple kirigakure genin who was a fan of Fuguki. Or maybe he found out about Kabuto being an outsider and a spy and that was how he found out about Fuguki’s betrayal.  Wouldn’t be the first time Kabuto was discovered since he was still a child after all. Skilled as he was. Or what if it was intentional for Kabuto to intentionally cause Fuguki’s death by betraying him by Danzo’s order?

Finally,  I wonder just if Zetsu has the ability to move around the earth and know exactly where everyone is, why doesn’t he tell the rest of the Akatsuki where Orochimaru is so that they could kill him to begin with? Orochimaru already figured out their secrets and Obito’s true identity and probably Peins as well so why would they take so long to kill him? 

One last thing is that it is known that the reanimation jutsu doesn’t require a repeat sacrifice should Orochimaru and Kabuto wish to bring back any undead shinobi. So that alone is so freaking useful. 

Last but definitely not least. Kabuto would’ve been able to resurrect Jiraiya since his blood is still on Nagato’s rods that he used to kill Jiraiya with but Obito prevented him from doing so, telling him to “not push his luck”. Same thing with Shisui and it implies that Obito may had access to Shisui’s body since Shisui did commit suicide before the Uchiha massacre and that alone... PISSES ME OFF TO NO END! THE WASTED POTENTIAL! 

Ok, ramblings are over. But you could see just why just thinking about these would make somebody lose sleep. Especially the Jiraiya part. 

20 notes • Posted 2021-01-17 19:52:51 GMT

#4

Hello everyone! And welcome to my Kabuto Yakushi roleplaying/ask blog!  I had this blog for at least 5+ years and it’s still going strong and all talk and appreciation of Kabuto is always welcome! 

Lets begin with the introductions! 

About the Mun: 

You may call me Vani though I do have a few longtime rp partners and friends here that know my real name. But I prefer Vani.  

I’m a 30 with she/her pronouns and my birthday is on July 7th. 

My face claims will be Kabuto in the SD series so if you see it, it will more than likely be my OOC post. I tag it as “missing glasses”.  And all icons on this blog were cropped and edited by myself including the SD.

I’ll let you all be aware that I have Aspergers/Autism as well as anxiety, so while I try to befriend and talk with you as best as I could, most of the times I might not always understand some phrases or sarcasm. I am working on my best to socialize with you all, and sometimes I take breaks every once in awhile.  Anyways, still come chat with me if you like to know more about me! 

My discord is available to rpers and friends who we have a mutual trust in each other and like to stay in contact with. I would love to rp there if Tumblr is too much for you to handle but plotting there is just as fun as well.  

I also run a AO3 account though I might not post much stories due to being here more than there, but when I do, I do hope that you let me know if you like it or not.  LINK 

Rules:   

Do not godmod or metagame. I guess this is pretty obvious.

I would very much appreciate it if you specify which Kabuto verse you would like to send asks or interact with, because I want to explore the other verses as well. If you don’t specify your ask, it will always be replied to canon Kabuto in the spy verse. Or any verse I feel like replying in.

Hating against Kabuto and Orochimaru is fine if you dislike the characters but if you character bash them or any other character too much, I might limit my contact with you unless you tag it so that I can blacklist it. This blog does not tolerate character bashing.  There is a major difference between disliking a character and full on hating them with constant rants and hateful posts which can be quite annoying.  This also goes for ship hate. Get that shit outta here.  This blog appreciates all ships. 

I won’t judge your writing as I’m not into fancy edited writing or am that good at writing, but please try to write at least 2 sentences or more to give me something to work with. I will apologize if I write a full paragraph but you don’t have to match my writing. I also don’t mind if you don’t use icons, flashy themes. It would be nice to make your writing easy to read too.

I tend to take my time with rps so I wouldn’t mind if you took your time as well. Reminders are nice every now and then.

Honestly, I would prefer to only interact with Naruto and Boruto characters and OCs. I feel more comfortable that way since to me, its quite hard for me to rp with characters from other fandoms unless your other fandom character has a naruto verse. 

I rp NSFW and when I say that I mean gore, dark themes or bloody rps since Kabuto is a medical shinobi who deals with such things.  I will also post some medical tools on this blog so if you’re triggered by blood, needles, and scalpels then I’ll try to tag them as trigger warnings and put them under readmore for your sake. 

Roleplay blog or not, please do not reblog my answer posts, headcanons or RP threads with another rper if you’re not involved. It’s not only messes up my activity but it’s also very invading and quite rude. I will give you a warning in private message if you do and if you refuse or ignore my request within a day, it will result in me blocking you.  

Shipping rules

I do not practice exclusivity since I had a horrible experience with this topic and I rather I give myself and my rp partners the freedom that they deserve, but if our characters end up being romantically shipped and their chemistry is extremely good, I’ll put you on my main list where I will tag you in a lot of ship memes and posts. Ask me first about this, and I might even ask you as well. And you’re free to refuse or agree.   This may change in the future if both parties agree, but until then, we’re both free to do what we want. 

As mentioned above, I am old enough to rp NSFW. And like everyone else with common sense, I WILL NOT RP NSFW WITH MINORS!   

There will be some heavy sexual themes and posts so if you’re underage, please don’t follow me. Seriously, I WILL BLOCK YOU!

I wouldn’t mind if your character teases Kabuto and even flirts with him, but I would prefer chemistry, if you want it to be a ship. My muse is picky with who he wants to be with unfortunately. Even if I do find that character and ship that I am looking for.

By the way, if you decide to become my ship partner and you suddenly stop talking or interacting with me for no reason, just let me know beforehand that you want to drop the ship or at least let me know if you're on hiatus. Because I do not like to be ghosted and the title will be removed if you don’t talk to me for an entire month. 

More will be on the Rules though I pretty much summed up the blog rules here. 

 If you’re curious about my verses, they’ll be right HERE  (and just in case if that doesn’t work...)  Child verse: age 6-9  Root verse: age 9-14  Spy verse: age  15-24 (canon or canon diverse) Dragon verse: (4th war)  Blank verse: the verse where after the war is done, he’s left to pick up his own pieces of his mind and tries to redeem himself through various acts of kindness and assistance through community service under strict supervision.  Father verse: Headmaster of the Konoha orphanage. 

Rp wishlist: 

Dejected Child Root verse: Of where the young or the pre-teen Kabuto is off on different countries and villages, spying and gathering information on them during the Third Ninja War era. Also child Kabuto’s own spy training from Root and his experiences from there.

Lost and Found Child verse: Pretty much an AU on what if Kabuto wasn’t found by Nono but by somebody else by chance. Despite his new caretakers/family and his different life but still a medical shinobi, in the end whether a kid or a teen, Orochimaru or some other villainous character will either lure, manipulate or take him away from them. Its up to the muses of whether they go after him or not. His name is still Kabuto as he won’t have his last name Yakushi. 

Lost in the Darkness verse:  Kabuto isn’t betrayed by Danzo and is one of the many ROOT members and spies working for him. 

That sums everything, so feel free to stop by if you have the time and have a great day! 

22 notes • Posted 2021-06-22 06:17:14 GMT

#3

// sees dash talking about and comparing heights and Kabuto is 176 - 177 cm. Basically 5'8- 5'9 ft.

Anyone taller or shorter than him?

39 notes • Posted 2021-07-14 22:43:48 GMT

#2

Kabuto can do a whole splits and no one takes advantage of that in bed? Tsk

"..." He has no words to say about that. Just other than a look of distain and disappointment at the perverted anon.

57 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 19:52:38 GMT

#1

Plotted Starter for @platinumsharingan​

The afternoon orange sky’s colors start to fade into the night sky’s purple as the lone Kabuto quietly strolls around the dreaded Forest of Death outer fence area. Taking mental note of the new surveillance cameras that were installed and which positions they’re facing so that it would be more easier for him to be able to sneak around while inside of the forest for the upcoming Chuunin exams that is only months away. Last year, he almost got caught taking a sample of a deceased Hidden Rain genin who’s abilities would come in handy for Orochimaru to use. He only had to lie to his instructors that he was checking if they had the scroll. He made that mistake once, he wasn’t planning on making it again this year. 

He stops as he hears someone’s footsteps come from behind him, he turns his head to glance at them from the side only to see him. The famous Kakashi Hatake of the Sharingan. Not only he’s the most competent shinobi the Hidden Leaf has ever produced, he was also Kabuto’s secret lover. Not that it was Kabuto’s intention since this wasn’t part of Kabuto’s plan when he was ordered to spy on Konoha. But like many mysterious things in life, it happened. And now Kabuto had to play his part to the end. 

He internally frowns, he didn’t even know how did they found him here other than his ninken summons. Guess he’ll have to return another time.  Fully turning himself to their direction, he nervously laughs at the jonin with a smile, “You startled me Kakashi. I wasn’t expecting you to be here of all places. Let alone being able to find me.” 

72 notes • Posted 2021-01-31 01:58:17 GMT

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Eye Contact (A Majima Goro Imagine)

A/N: Hey guys, I’m back with another piece here. I’m not sure if you like it. I just felt the need to write this piece since I’m so hooked into this Yakuza/RGG fandom (And I’m not even disappointed about it! IT’S ONAST TO BE IN THIS FANDOM). This one-shot does not adhere to any of the Yakuza/RGG canon timeline and obviously, as a work of fanfiction this is just my idea of what I want in my story. 

Prompt: So basically, as the daughter of Masaru Sera, named Miharu, you were with Madam Dojima having tea in the garden when the Mad Dog of Shimano caught your attention… Fandom: Yakuza / Ryu Ga Gotoku Pairing: (Fem) Reader X Majima

Type: One-Shot, SFW.

Word count: 1115

“It’s nice to have you back home Miharu,” said Madam Dojima as she sets her cup of tea on the table.

“Yes, a lot of things have changed while I’ve been gone, I see.” Miharu replies.

     Though deep down, nothing beats the feeling of relief and serenity breathing in the air of one’s own home country after living abroad for 7 years. The mother tongue you spoke that was foreign in the ears of your newfound friends overseas suddenly sounded normal amongst the crowd in the bustling streets of Harajuku the night your former high school friends decided to throw you a ‘Welcome Home’ party. Despite all this, you were also saddened at the fact that the vendor of your favourite Takoyaki stall has passed on and that it is no more. Even the club you used to snuck into as a teenager with your friends to party has closed down – rumoured to have been wrecked by loan-sharks and the owner has never been seen since.

       Bittersweet at all the newfound facts of your birthplace learned over the span of the few days after you’ve landed, your father, Masaru Sera asked you to accompany him to the Tojo headquarters which you just accepted because you really wanted to spend time with your father and learning a thing or two about the trade your family is in. While you would never attend the meetings, you usually stroll around the place and that was when you bumped into Madam Yayoi Dojima, widow of the infamous Sohei Dojima and invited you over to the gardens for a tea session.

      Whenever Madam Dojima was around, she always manages to leave you in awe with her poise and elegance – not to mention how beautifully she dons shimada hairstyle with the kimono. You respected her and she takes a liking towards you as well since you and her son Daigo have been childhood friends. Not much is known of Daigo’s whereabouts, which leaves Madam Dojima completely disheartened. You then diverted the conversation into more light-hearted topics such as your stay abroad.

“You know, there are days when I absolutely crave a warm bowl of homemade Gyudon just like the ones you used to make. While I could make them myself, there’s just missing ingredients that I can’t find there unlike here.” you said.

Madam Dojima smiled at the remark and said, “Well then, why not stop over my home one day and I’ll have it made specially for you. You know, just like those days when Daigo and you were still children.”

    Realising how the topic went back to Daigo, you pinched yourself beneath the table for your stupidity only to get startled by someone’s howling laughter from across the gardens you and Madam Dojima were at. Madam Dojima, startled yet still collected placed a hand over her chest after hearing such howl. There were voices of people not far from where the both of you are.

     You turned to try and locate the owner who made such ruckus in a peaceful place (but you also noted that being a daughter whose father is involve in the Yakuza; the leaders can come in all sorts of whack personalities. The weirdest one for you was Awano. But sadly, he died.)

     “Hmmph,” Madam Dojima said shaking her head and sighed displeasingly.

     “Who was that Madam?” you asked scrutinising your face showing discontent at the sudden disruption of tranquillity.

     “That, my child, is the patriarch to a family whom if the Tojo Clan is without, will not survive against the Omi Alliance. You should know who” She replied coyly.

      You were still trying to see who the man was and why on Earth would he crack a maniacal laughter like that. You only saw the top of head of the little crowd behind the bushes from where the both of you sat but once they came into view as they were about to exit the headquarters’ entrance, you noticed who the family Madam Dojima was talking about.

      Amidst the crowd of scrawny men – whom you assumed was the patriarch’s members, stood the patriarch himself in snakeskin designed jacket and leather pants.

      You only heard about him through your father and the stories he would sometimes share with you regarding the time he nearly died after being shot trying to save a blind lady who was hunted by the entire yakuza organisation like hungry vultures; yet you have never seen the man in person yourself.

Perhaps, today is my lucky day? You thought to yourself about finally getting to see the legendary Shimano no Kyoken in the flesh. Not that you want to ever interact with him, but you would prefer to just know how he looks like.

      The man in the snakeskin jacket stopped his tracks and then turned his gaze towards the gazebo where you both sat – as if he noticed the presence people besides his own men. You were surprised to see that he wore an eyepatch on his left eye. He bowed to the both of you and you saw that Madam Dojima did the same. You returned the formality and the next thing you know, you made eye contact with the Goro Majima himself. Rendered taken aback and nervous a bit, you turned to look elsewhere immediately and then to Madam Dojima again, pretending not to be affected by the accidental occurrence. You sure felt a chill in your bones and a slight shiver down your spine but you know that you will not being seeing him again. And you made sure of that deep down in yourself.

      You continued conversing with Madam Dojima as the Majima Family walked out of the headquarters. Hoping your father will be done with the meeting as well.

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The drive back from the Tojo Headquarters was silent as he stared blankly at the view of the city. While he was proud of what he did today during the meeting, he was burning with curiosity; not that he usually cared. But there was something about the lady that sat beside Yayoi Dojima that makes him wonder.

      “Oi, Nishida,” he says.

      “A-ah, yes, Oyaji?” the driver behind the wheel timidly replied.

      “Say, did ya notice that there’s a woman sitting next to Mrs. Dojima just now?”

      “Y-yes, yes I noticed.” Nishida replied.

      “D’ya know who she is?” Majima asked as he scooted and prodded his head forward.

      “If I’m not wrong myself… she’s the 3rd Chairman’s daughter.”

      “Sera’s daughter huh?” Majima asked again.

      “Yup, Oyaji” Nishida replied.

      “’Aight. Shut yer trap and keep drivin’.” Majima said as he slumpped back against the car seat and continued pondering on that woman he saw in the garden.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. I don’t know if I should just keep this as a one-shot or series xD. Anyways, my questions box is always open so feel free to submit ideas and questions~ Stay safe and stay hydrated friends!

[pillow-anime-talk]

heyyy, i have a request again. how about number 43 with bakugo and todoroki. like youre dating bakugo but you cheat on him with todoroki? you can switch them around if you’d like! tysm!

# tags: scenario; current relationship? or rather love triangle; romance; drama; angst; cheating; mention of crying; sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. shoto todoroki & katsuki bakugou {bnha}

author’s note: ohhh, angsty :( fun fact; my favorite character is bakugou but todoroki is my weak point XD

43. Cheating; you/them see your partner/you kissing another person.

It was an awkward situation; it was so awkward that you were afraid to even move your little finger or take a deeper breath.

Just a few seconds ago, you were lying quietly in your big bed, cuddled against Todoroki’s soft body and kissing him lightly on the lips and cheeks, between shy giggles and talking about what you should do next weekend, and now you were afraid to speak or open your mouth feeling Bakugou’s nervous and anxious eyesight and a dangerous, downright unpleasant tension in the air between the three of you.

“... This is some kind of a joke, right? Right?” The blonde one asked through an uncertain laugh, and you shivered. Fortunately, a short while later you felt Shoto’s left side hug your body, warming your whole person very pleasantly. “What the hell are you d... Leave them alone, you Half-and-Half bastard!” Your boyfriend grabbed the other boy by the fabric of his black sweater and then lifted him up. Probably, if it weren’t for your pleading scream, the teenager’s body would have been hit against the wall or dark floor in your bedroom.

“K-Katsuki, no! Stop!” You put your hands on their chests, and then with all your strength you pushed the two students away from each other. Your cheeks flushed with nervousness and the first tears welled up in your eyes.

“What? ‘No’? This fucking trash...”

“Stop insulting him!” You raised your voice even more, clenching your fingers into small fists. “Stop it, just stop it, please!” You took a step back, wrapping your arms around your shoulders, then looked down at the soft white rug. “... You act like it’s it was something horrible, and the truth is, we didn’t even act like a real couple. You never kissed me first, you never took me on a date, you never said I looked good or pretty, you never wanted to spend time with me doing what I like... I felt like you are a friend or with an ordinary classmate for me than my other half.” You whispered, then raised your head again to his worried face. “Shoto gave me my first date in my life. Back then, we watched Disney movies that you thought were stupid and childish the week before. I’m sorry. I know, I hurt you so badly, but you did it too. I... Then I didn’t know how to break up with you, but now I have the courage, so please let’s be friends, Katsuki. You are still very important to me and I love to train with you and...”

“Shut up.”

You immediately closed your mouth and Bakugou just put both of his hands in his jeans pockets and turned towards the exit from your room.

“I need to think about it.” He said at the end, and you fell to the floor at the same moment the wood slammed loudly. Shoto, of course, knelt down next to you, hugging you gently and whispering that everything will be fine and the blonde-haired will forgive you for sure; you just have to give yourself and him some time and understanding.

You had great hope that these words would prove true in the future, because you wouldn’t be able to live without any of the two of them.

[great-kobold-library]

We Make a Family- All Might X Inko My Hero Academia Fanfic. Ch.1 (SFW)

Toshinori Yagi, aka "All Might" was quietly grading papers at his desk when he heard the faint hum and felt the short vibration of his phone in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a notification of a text message. He didn't recognize the number, so he stopped grading the papers for a moment to investigate. The message read,

"Hello, this is Inko Midoriya, Izuku's mom. You gave me your number the day you came and spoke with me and my son about the dorms. It's near the end of the first term, so I was wondering if we could discuss how Izuku is doing in school? When I ask him he only tells me "everything is fine" He seems too busy with his friends and school to talk to his worry wort mom so much anymore, haha. Oh dear this text is a lot longer than I meant it to be! Sorry! Please let me know if we can arrange a meeting!"

A small smile came across Toshinori's face. He began to text her back,

"Hello Mrs. Midoriya, it's nice to hear from you. I would love to discuss Izuku's progress in school with you. By the way, you can call me Toshinori, or just Toshi for short if you'd like. Unfortunately I will be quite busy grading almost a month's worth of papers this weekend, does Sunday night work with your schedule? I should be finished grading by then. If not I'm sure we could figure something out before the end of next weekend." He hit send, and then added her to his contacts as "Izuku Mom"

"Haha oh my gosh, please just call me Inko! Mrs. Midoriya makes me sound so old! XD

Besides, my husband passed away several years ago now, so I don't really go by "Mrs." so much anymore.

Sunday night would be perfect, time and place?"

Toshi's face fell from a small smile to a grimace. How did he not know that her husband had passed?

"My deepest apologies Inko, I was not aware that your husband had passed. Izuku never mentioned it, so I suppose I just assumed he had to be at work the day I came to speak with you.

I know a nice small restaurant not far from your house, it's owned by a lovely elderly couple and everything on the menu is homemade. We could discuss Izuku's schooling over dinner, maybe at 8? I'll take care of the bill, it's the least I can do to apologize for my error."

Toshi grit his teeth and hit send, hoping that he had not deeply offended her. A few minutes later he received another response from Inko.

"Thank you, and no worries, I forgive you! If no one told you, it wouldn't be fair to expect you to just know it. It makes sense that Izuku wouldn't tell you, he was still so little when his dad died that it doesn't cross his mind very often anymore. Kids are resilient like that.

Anyways, I think I know the restaurant you're talking about, but I haven't had the chance to check it out yet, so this makes for a great excuse to go! 8 sounds perfect, see you then!"

A smile of relief returned to Toshinori's face. He marked the date and time to make sure he wouldn't forget, and went back to grading papers.

Saturday came and went, and Toshi spent most of it behind his desk with a red pen and an intimidatingly long stack of papers. He knew he really shouldn't have let it build up and get this bad, but here he was paying the price. "Never again" he sighed as he completed the grading for a test. Hours later, he took a break to visit the UA Dorms for lunch and to see how the students were doing. Some students visited family on the weekends, others stayed and hung around the dorms, so it was less busy and crowded on the weekends. Toshi heard Bakugo, Kirishima and Jirou having one of their typical, obnoxiously loud weekend jam sessions upstairs as he approached. He smiled and chuckled to himself. When he entered the main dorm hall, Izuku, Ururaka and Ida were in casual clothing on the couch watching some sort of movie marathon. He ordered ramen for himself and the group and joined them for the second half of the movie. Once the credits came onscreen, he said goodbye to everyone and returned to his office to finish his work. Around 11pm he grew tired and decided to call it a day.

Sunday passed by relatively the same, except he finished grading the rest of the papers, and even organized them by assignment and in alphabetical order, much earlier than he thought he would, around an hour or two after having lunch with Izuku and his friends. There was no loud jam session at the dorms today, Izuku informed him that Bakugo's mom had called and yelled at him last night for not visiting last weekend and demanding that he come and visit. Everyone who slept in the dorm heard because both of them are rather loud and were screaming at each other over the phone, which for some odd reason was on speaker. Kirishima had taken to the weight room most of the day, and Jirou decided she may as well go visit her family today too because she had nothing else to do at the dorms.

Toshi spent his several hours of free time before the meeting with Inko Midoriya working out. At one point he stopped and decided to watch the news, but he turned it off not long after. It was heartbreaking for him to not be out there helping people, but he couldn't keep his "All Might Form" up more than a couple minutes now. He looked at the palms of his hands, then took a deep breath and exhaled a heavy sigh. He looked back at the binders full of papers, and thought about meeting Izuku, and his time teaching over this school year that is coming to an end soon. He smiled again. This was his purpose now, he finally understood. His gift was not only to be the world's most beloved Hero, no, now that his time in the spotlight was over, the new gift he would give to the world, is teaching the world's next generation of heroes.

He was teaching the boy who he believed would one day become the man who would take his place, and become the new Symbol of Peace. He thought about Izuku, then suddenly remembered something important after being lost in thought.

"Oh no, what time is it?"

He turned on his phone and checked the time, it was 7:30.

"I can't be late!"

He took the quickest shower of his life, threw on the best clothes he could find (nice khakis and a blue button-up shirt) and bolted out the door to his car. He made it to the restaurant with two minutes to spare.

He was still a little out of breath when he made it inside, buttoning the top of his shirt.

"Had a table reservation, last name Yagi"

The waitress smiled and said,

"Right this way sir, your friend is waiting for you!"

His stomach dropped. How long has she been waiting for him?

Then he finally saw her and stopped dead in his tracks for a split second behind the waitress.

She wore a beautiful lilac 8purple dress with a v line that was just low enough to show a slight bit of cleavage, Her hair was down and over her left shoulder, her eyelashes were longer and darker from mascara, and two long pretty earrings, one in each ear. He hadn't thought about it before, but she was an attractive woman even when they first met and she was in more casual clothing.

She finally saw him and they made eye contact.

"Hi!" She said a little nervously.

Toshi sat down and finally spoke,

"Oh, hey! You look...really good!"

She blushed.

"I overdressed, didn't I?"

She took hold of a section of her hair.

"You look dressed a little more nice-casual. I don't get out much, so I don't get a chance to wear my nicer clothes very often, I hope you don't mind."

Toshi shook his head.

"No no, I don't mind at all."

The waitress who was still waiting patiently finally spoke while handing them the menus.

"Alright, now that you're both here, what drinks would you like to start with?"

Toshi and Inko both looked up, equally mortified that they forgot the waitress was still there.

"Oh um just a glass of water for me please"

Inko said.

"Are you sure? I told you I got everything covered, just get what you want."

Inko waved her hand lightly.

"It's fine, I really do just want water, but thanks."

Toshi thought she was just being humble, but he didn't push it. He looked up to the waitress.

"A glass of sweet tea for me please."

She nodded and walked off to get their drinks.

"You weren't here for too long before I arrived were you? If so, I'm really sorry."

Inko chuckled.

"Not at all, I was only here for a few minutes, and besides you made it before 8 so you showed up on time!"

There was silence for a moment, looking at their menus.

"So, uh, what are you looking at getting?"

It took a second for it to register to Inko that he spoke to her.

"Oh sorry, lost in thought. Umm, I think I'll get the spaghetti and garlic toast"

Toshi smiled.

"What about you?"

Toshi thought for a moment.

"It's been a long time since I've had spaghetti, so I think I'll get that too actually!"

They smiled at each other.

The waitress showed up with their drinks and then took their orders.

"You know, Izuku's favorite food is spaghetti, I've made it a lot over the years. You'd think I'd get sick of it, but every time I see it I think of him. He's everything to me."

She takes a sip from her glass, and Toshi speaks.

"That's lovely. It's nice when little things remind us of the ones we care about."

He takes a drink himself and then Inko replies,

"So, about Izuku…I would really like to know how he's doing. He doesn't visit me so much anymore. I know he doesn't mean it, he's just busy being a kid and spending time with his friends and school and everything, it's just…."

She pauses for a moment.

"Ever since….Hisashi….It's just been Izuku and I. Never had pets growing up so I've never had one before. It's just me at home now, and work. Don't see friends very much because they're all busy with families of their own. I guess I've just been a little lonely lately." Inko took another drink from her glass and then stared down into it.

Toshi's expression softened with sympathy and he leaned forward a little.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. If it helps, I know he really loves you, he tells his friends about you, he asks for his best graded assignments back to show you. I'm sure if you talked to him he'd visit more often. He gets distracted easily with things sometimes, that's all."

Inko looked up from her glass, looking a little happier.

"It's nice to know that you pay attention to him so much. I know it means a lot to him to have your guidance in his life. Ever since Hisashi passed, he hasn't really had a father figure until...now."

They locked eyes, and a quiet understanding passed between them.

Just then the food arrived.

They ate in silence for a couple minutes. Toshi broke the silence.

"Izuku is doing really well with his schoolwork. Not straight A's mind you, but very few kids do. He's a solid A B student, which is the best you could realistically hope for. He turns things in early for subjects he has a firm grasp on, he gets help from classmates on things he struggles with. He's exercising every chance he gets, he has good friends and they spend a lot of time together, they push each other to give it their all. He's definitely one of the best students of his class."

Inko smiles wide.

"That's really good to hear! I know I was probably worrying for no reason."

Toshi chuckles.

"I think it's a parent's job to never stop worrying!"

They were both chuckling now. Inko says,

"So, do you have any kids?"

Toshi finished a bite of spaghetti and replied,

"Unfortunately no, I never really had time for relationships, so kids couldn't really be part of the picture either. If I had any, I wouldn't have gotten to be around them very much, which could hurt their development, so, it's probably for the best."

Inko finished a mouthful of spaghetti and spoke,

"It's really meaningful for you to admit that. Do you think not having kids of your own affected your decision to become a teacher?"

Toshi took a drink and thought about it for a moment.

"You know, I never really thought about that. Primarily I wanted to become a teacher because, well, it’s complicated, but I have to say that especially after….well, what you and everyone else saw on live television everywhere…"

He sounded bitter for a moment.

"My hero days are over. For a little while after, I thought that I was broken, that I lost my purpose….but I have a new purpose. Teaching. I can't be a hero anymore, but I can pass my knowledge and experience on, do my part to raise the next generation of heroes that will inherit the world."

Inko stared at him, awestruck and inspired. She knew he sincerely meant every word.

He really was everything everyone believed, a compassionate, humble and thoughtful soul. He didn't care about being the best as much as he NEEDED to be the best to be what he needed to be for everyone, the Symbol of Peace.

"Of course.."

He speaks in a more lighthearted tone now.

"That doesn't mean that teaching doesn't have its challenges. Unruly teenagers are bad enough, but these kids pretty much all have the ability to kill you in one way or another."

Inko giggled a little.

"So I gotta stop Aoyama from using his navel laser so much that he throws up, I gotta keep Izuku and Bakugo from punching each other, I gotta stop Kaminari and Jirou from killing and or messing around with each other, I gotta stop Kirishima from working out so hard or so long that he hurts himself, I gotta be careful that Tokoyami's night light works so he doesn't lose control of Dark Shadow at bedtime, Higakure constantly jump-scares people, Mineta's a little perv who keeps trying to get in the girl's bathroom…."

Inko was giggling and laughing hard now.

Toshi started giggling with her, and then they were both laughing hysterically. They chatted about school, about work, about life, and they laughed together for a while longer until they finished their meal.

Toshi and Inko stacked up the dishes and put the trash in a relatively neat pile to make it easier for the staff to clean up, and Toshi left a generous tip on the bill. He also signed a couple autographs for various staff and other patrons of the restaurant who insisted on it.

They walked outside and the sun had dipped well below the horizon, the night lit up by the glow up the moon behind a cloudy sky, streetlamps, the glow of house windows, and various neon glowing advertisement signs.

They stood outside together for a moment, saying nothing, enjoying the cool June air.

"Well, I think I better get going now before it gets too late."

Inko said.

"Oh, right, of course."

Toshi replied.

"I'll uh, walk you to your car."

They walked together to the car, Toshi opened the door and Inko got into the driver's side.

"Let me know you made it home safe, okay?"

Toshi said. Inko nodded.

"I will!"

She replied. Toshi made sure she was clear, and then shut the door for her. He stepped back and watched her pull out and drive away. He stood and watched as her car disappeared into the distance. Once it was out of sight, he walked to his own car. He got in, started the car, turned the radio off, and drove home in silence, lost in thought. It was late enough that he decided to brush his teeth and go to sleep. As he lay in bed unable to sleep, his thoughts flowed like a waterfall out of him through the night.

It was just a parent teacher conference, right? And yet he couldn't help but think of her personality, her humor, her gentle, soft spirit. She reminded him a bit of Izuku, that abundance of empathy and love for the world, and that strong sense of justice and for what is right. She saw the world the way he did.

Toshi thought back on his past. There were women in his life, of course, but those relationships didn't last. He admitted to himself that they could have, but he didn't let them. If he sensed that the relationship was becoming more serious, he ended things. What he was doing for the world had to become priority. He thought about Izuku. That kid. His relationship with Izuku feels like the relationship he wanted with a son, back when he was younger and still thought that might be in his future.

That was before Nana Shimura's husband was killed and she put her child up for adoption.

After that, he was determined to never have a family because he didn't want to cause that kind of suffering. Being a hero was too important to him, but being a hero also meant you were a target, and your loved ones too. He thought about how maybe if things were different, he might have had a wife like Inko. He might have had a son like Izuku. He could have lived a normal life. It wasn't necessarily because he had regret for his life so far.

In fact, it was this more "normal" aspect of life that he spent his life trying to defend. He was the Symbol of Peace to keep evil at bay.

He sacrificed his own chance at having a family to spend his life ensuring that every other person on Earth could live a happy, peaceful life with their family. As he worked through his feelings he felt a sense of calm acceptance wash over him of how things are, and will be….but then his thoughts turned to Izuku.

What if Izuku turns out exactly like him?

If he felt so strongly that the most powerful and famous heroes should be alone, then why did he feel such fear for Izuku? He thought about how Izuku clearly has feelings for Ururaka, but doesn't seem to have the desire to ever act on them.

Don't heroes deserve happiness too, even the ones at the top?

What happened to Nana Shimura was a freak event. There are lots of heroes who are married and/or have children that all live happy lives.

He grabbed his phone, and saw a notification for a new text message from Inko, still under the contact name "Izuku Mom"

He quickly changed it to "Inko"

The text message read,

"Hey, just letting you know that I made it home safe! I know it was supposed to just be a parent-teacher conference and talking about Izuku, but I want you to know that I had a really good time tonight, thanks so much!!"

Toshi stared at the phone and read the message over and over until he felt tears well up in his eyes. He didn't realize he had so much grief buried deep for not having that kind of life. Toshi never valued his own life and his own happiness over others.

He thought about doing something selfish for the first time in his life.

He wanted to say something to Inko, but what was there to say? She was a student's mom, and hell, not just any student but IZUKU'S mom. Would it even be...appropriate? Even if she returned this feeling and they decided to see each other, how would it make Izuku feel?

But tonight….there would always be the memory of tonight, and he thought maybe, he could hold onto how it felt. Maybe it would be enough. It would have to be enough.

Suddenly the three bubbles indicating that someone is typing came up under Inko's message. She was typing right now! What was she going to say?

He wiped his eyes and stared at the phone screen, transfixed, waiting, until the text appeared;

"Hey, I'm sure this is a little strange, and you're probably asleep already, but I keep thinking about tonight, and how much fun it was….do you think it would be weird to….go out again? Not a parent-teacher conference this time though, haha…

Umm….have a good night"

Toshi never held his phone between his hands so tightly. To him it was like a sign, a beacon of hope in the night. He pushed the power button to make the screen go dark and held it to his chest. He felt a sob choke up in his throat, then finally let go. He felt the waves of sobs wash over him and he began to cry.

He fought to regain composure, and wiped the tears with his arm and woke the phone up, going back to the messages. He collects his thoughts and finally types a response,

"Inko, I can't stop thinking about tonight either. I'd love to see you again, next weekend if you have time? You should pick the next place! Whatever you want to do I'll be fine with, I'm not picky, haha."

His finger hovered over the button for a few minutes before he finally made himself hit send.

[dudeandduchess]

Omg, the cheating prompt with Rengoku was sooooo good! And when you mentioned their baby, I snapped xD holy shit, I love me some good angst (unfortunately) xD it was so good!! Could you maybe do a part 2? I need some shocked Hashira (although I love him but angst? Help me xD )

Hello, bbys! Thank you soooooo much! Ahaha. I’m so flattered!!! I do apologize if this doesn’t have the ending that @strawberryfire17 wants, I just... I don’t like giving cheaters happy endings. Oof. Sorry!

If you guys have any more requests, please feel free to send them in. :D Also, this was written while listening to Jealous by Kaye Cal. 

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Jealous (Part 2)(SFW Scenario):

Warnings: Angst, Sad Kyō, Language

[Read Part 1 here]

Kyōjurō felt like such an outsider.

He felt like such a phony, sitting just outside the delivery room with a calm and collected Shinazugawa leaning back against the wall across from him.

He’d known that he shouldn’t have even been there, because (Y/n) had never even invited him to join in on hers and the Wind Hashira’s newfound joy. Yet, he still allowed himself to barge in on their day... because, whether they liked it or not, that baby was still his son.

Maybe it was wrong of him to have done so but, during the past few months that they had spent apart, he had never stopped courting her. He had tried everything within his power to make her love him again, yet nothing worked.

Instead, it just drove (Y/n) even further into Shinazugawa’s arms.

And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, he felt so jealous of his comrade. Since, every Hashira meeting, he wouldn’t miss the soft smile that would grace the normally-angry man’s lips. It always came after he read a small slip of paper that he kept in his pocket, and he just knew that (Y/n)’s words of love were written down on it.

Just like she used to do for him.

He should have been the one who was in Shinazugawa’s place, but he’d thrown his chance away. He had, stupidly, chosen something temporary over a love that was meant to last a lifetime.

And, to further add insult to injury, Shinazugawa would return all of the gifts he sent to (Y/n) during the Hashira meetings. Everytime that happened, he was reminded of the day when his comrade came knocking on his door with the intention of collecting his wife’s things.

“Shinazugawa, please,” Kyōjurō had pleaded with the Wind Hashira one time. “I need her. I need (Y/n).”

Sanemi had looked at him as if he was nothing more than the dirt beneath his soles, then shook his head. “The problem is she doesn’t want you anymore. You should have thought of the fucking consequences before you fucked her over.”

“I know, I was stupid-”

At that, the other man cut him off. “I don’t want or need an explanation. What fucking gets on my nerves is that you hurt (Y/n). You’re a gods-damned idiot for doing that. And it would be a cold day in hell before I give her back to you.”

Kyōjurō had expected that answer from his comrade, yet his words still stung. And he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get another word in, edgewise, so he settled for one last question. “Just... is she happy? How’s the baby?”

“Very. And the baby’s going to be born on the first week of December.” Sanemi sighed, then added— albeit reluctantly. As much as he didn’t want to go against (Y/n)’s wishes, he still knew that Kyōjurō had a right to see his own child. “She doesn’t want you there, but you should get to see your son’s birth.”

“Shinazugawa-sama?” A nurse asked, as she opened the door to the makeshift delivery room. “You have a healthy son.”

That announcement pierced through Kyōjurō’s chest; akin to an arrow landing a direct hit on his heart. Because, if he hadn’t messed things up, he would have been on the receiving end of those words.

He might have been the biological father of the child, but it was clear that (Y/n) had already nixed him out of her life.

If that didn’t make him burn with jealousy, he didn’t know what did.

Discreetly, Sanemi shot a look over at his fellow Hashira, before entering the room he’d had set up for (Y/n) in his house. He wanted to close the door behind him, if only to spare Rengoku the pain that seeing him with (Y/n) would make him feel, but the nurse halted the Wind Hashira in his tracks and told him that they were airing the stuffy room out.

So he had no choice but to leave the shoji open.

(Y/n) laid there on a futon, smiling warmly at the tiny bundle next to her. And the sight, no matter how hard Sanemi tried to suppress it, made him smile.

Meanwhile, Kyōjurō could only watch on from a distance as his comrade sidled up to his former wife’s side and pressed a kiss to her damp forehead.

It broke his heart even more when he saw her return Sanemi’s smile with a bright grin; the same ones that he thought were only reserved for him.

Apparently, he had thought wrong. Her smiles were no longer for him; her happiness was no longer because of him.

And her heart... it no longer beat only for him.

Sometime during their separation, Shinazugawa had steadily taken his place. He wasn’t mad— he couldn’t be, not when he knew it was of his own doing. But he would be damned if he didn’t admit to how much that hurt.

He felt like his heart was slowly being dragged out of his chest; much more painful than the night that (Y/n) had told him she was done with him. Somehow, he knew that it hurt much more at that moment, because it was evident that he could never have (Y/n) back.

She was already happy with someone else; with someone who wasn’t him.

As if that didn’t hurt enough to watch, (Y/n) lifted the blue-swaddled bundle into Sanemi’s arms— which the Wind Hashira accepted gingerly. They looked to be the picture perfect image of a family, and it made Kyōjurō resent himself for singlehandedly ruining the best thing he’d ever had.

He had fucked up, and there was no turning back from that.

[writteninsunshine]

Decking Something - Tseng/Reno - SFW

Title: Decking Something

Author: Reno

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: Turk Floor, ShinRa Building

Pairing: Tseng/Reno

Characters: Tseng, Reno, Rufus Shinra, Koi Fish OC: Xiang

Genre: Romance

Rating: K

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1187

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day One of the Shinra Holiday 2020 Prompts

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Fluff, Romance, Tseng is Superstitious, Tseng has koi fish, Taking Liberties With Holidays, Reno is Ridiculous, No Specific Turks Mentioned But They’re In The Background, Established Relationship

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Xiang! 

Summary: Reno was always a mess during the holidays, but this was preferable to him drinking on the job.

#Shinraholiday2020

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunnywritings, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: https://discord.gg/FyaWw25

Alright, guys, hello! Going to try to do this Shinra Holiday 2020 thing, and I’m hoping that things turn out. I really want to be able to get through something like this entirely, so I’m starting it a little early. I figure if I’m not trying to cram all of it into the day that it’s due, maybe I’ll get stuff done. Weird how time management sneaks into my life once more, isn’t it? At any rate, I hope you guys enjoy this!

For those wondering, Xiang is a gift from Tseng’s father for luck and prosperity! He has several koi fish but Xiang is his favorite. Just wait until I get to his birds in a different fic, that one will be fun.

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Decking Something

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“Reno,” Tseng began after a long moment of standing, staring, and incredulous coffee-sipping, “What in Leviathan’s name do you think you are doing?”

Reno had heard that ten thousand times in the course of his life, and he found himself with the simple knowledge that this wasn’t actually a question, but a long-winded ‘no.’ Still, that didn’t stop him from slowly growing a wicked grin, a certain shine to his blue eyes, and lifting a string of tinsel. The shiny silver worm of plastic struggled minutely in Reno’s grip, limply hanging between his gloved hands as he stepped a little closer. 

Were Tseng a more openly emotive man, he might have taken a step back and betrayed his irritation and fear of the unknown when it came to Reno, but he was thankful that he wasn’t. Instead, he simply rose a finely manicured brow, tilted his head slightly to the left, and frowned that much harder. It didn’t deter the redhead, as expected, but it did set the rest of the bullpen ablaze with wide eyes and whispers. 

“Reno.” The name was a warning, but neither Turk was really known for backing down, so Reno only encroached further on Tseng’s rapidly shrinking bubble of personal space. “Reno, I--”

It was too late. The tinsel found itself wrapped around Tseng’s neck and gently tucked into itself like a gaudy, scratchy scarf, and Reno was incredibly close to catching an open palm to the face. If it weren’t for Tseng’s unnatural amount of self-control, he probably would have had a brand new broken nose. Instead, the elder man simply leveled a half-glare, half incredulous stare at his lover that earned him a somewhat sweet smile.

“It’s almost Christmas, man,” Reno told him gently, adjusting the tinsel scarf carefully around his neck, “Gotta deck the halls and all that shit.” 

Well, that explained a lot. Reno always did get weird during the holidays, and it was probably better that he was sober and decorating instead of drinking during work hours like last year. 

“So you want to deck the halls of the Shinra building?” Tseng asked finally, gently reaching down to touch the tinsel he wore. It wasn’t comfortable, but something about how happy the string of shiny plastic made the redhead, convinced him it wouldn’t be so bad to wear. He hadn’t seen Reno smile like that in months, and it was a worthwhile sight. 

“Yeah, I figured uh, it’d be more festive than, uh… Then my place.” Reno murmured the last bit, his blue eyes cast down as he wrung his hands in the hem of his jacket. Was Tseng going to tell him ‘no’, now? He wasn’t sure if he could handle it. The holidays always kicked his ass, left him feeling cold and unwanted, and even Tseng knew he was treading on thin ice right now.

The whispers and wide eyes around them were turning to soft ‘I told you so’s and exchanges of Gil as Tseng tugged Reno in for a gentle kiss. With his thumb and forefinger on the other’s chin, he kept him in place before finally pulling back, smiling at him in that rare way he did when he was pleased.

“I ain’t even wearing the headband.” Reno chuckled in amazement, dumbstruck as he nuzzled their noses together. Tseng’s eyebrow arched into his hairline.

“The… Headband?” That sounded like it was going to be a big problem he didn’t want to deal with.

“Yeah, man, let me grab it!” Breaking away from Tseng’s grip, Reno bound into his office and disappeared inside. When he returned to the bullpen where Tseng still stood waiting in his festive attire, he wore a red headband with a long, plastic arm set in the center. At the end of it was a piece of what was presumably fake mistletoe, and Tseng’s eyes rolled so hard his entire head almost fell off.

“That’s… Lovely, Reno.” He sighed, shaking his head definitively, “But if you wear it to anything but the Christmas party, you’re going to wish you didn’t.” 

“Aw, c’mon, man, it’s not that--”

“No. If Rufus sees you in that he’s going to get an idea and then we’ll all be wearing them.” Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. But he didn’t particularly want to deal with it. If Rufus got any ideas from this particular holiday, he was hoping it would be something less needy and more festive. The man needed some actual holiday cheer if you asked him. After all, it wasn’t like his holidays growing up had ever been more than artificial love in the form of impersonal gifts. A little whimsy would probably do their boss some good, and if Reno was in the mood to deliver, well, Tseng wasn’t about to tell him ‘no’, now. It would help both of his favorite men to have this if luck served.

He’d have to go home and make sure his lucky fish was doing well. Xiang would surely see this through, the white koi with the black scale in the center of his forehead had never let Tseng down before. 

If he was allowed something somewhat childish to help him cope with the job and everything else in his life, then Reno and Rufus should be allowed to decorate the office however they saw fit for the holidays.

“Reno.” Tseng was positive that the redhead had been talking when he was buried in his own head, and he didn’t have time to ask him about what he had been saying. Instead, he kissed him again, gently, before shaking his head. “I want to help you decorate. We can do our offices, too.” 

Reno lit up like the faerie lights he’d spread around his own office, and his hand found Tseng’s in an instant. Taking him to his veritable treasure trove of delights, he began to dig through it.

“Do you think Rufus will let us get a tree?”

All of those fake trees at the store would work, he was sure, though he also had a feeling that Rufus would bemoan the lack of a real tree. Not that they could get their hands on one, but that was beside the point. 

“He might want the biggest, most gaudy fake tree money can buy, should you bring it up to him.” Tseng left it open-ended to give Reno a chance to do it on his own. If the redhead wanted to throw the Turks and Rufus into the holiday spirit, so be it, he supposed. It wasn’t like they were incredibly busy today. “All I ask is that you don’t make a mess and that you’re still available should we need you for work.”

“Yessir!” Reno barked, clicking his heels together dramatically and saluting, “You know you can count on me.” That beautiful, rare, lips-only smile worked onto Tseng’s lips again and he pressed a kiss to Reno’s forehead.

“I know. I made you my second for a reason.” Reno’s cheeks lit up at that, giving Tseng a return rare sight that he thought about for the rest of the day.

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AN: Alright, there we go, one fic down! Just six more to go! With any luck, I’ll be able to put something out for each day, but we’ll see. I’ve never been super good at staying on top of these things, if only because I’m always crunching for time. But, this time, I’m going to be on top of it, because I started a little early. At least, I’m really hoping that I will be. I hope you guys enjoyed it!

Prompt: Shinra Holiday 2020 Day One - Deck The Halls