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michealdontleavemeher3 · 4 months ago

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hi! i was wondering if you could do a marvel/avengers x reader? where reader came from kind of a bad background and has to kinda learn that eating and doing things is normal and that they dont need to ask for permission. And the avengers realise after watching reader that they actually come from a bad background and tries to reassure that their safe? is that too complicated? SO SORRY IF IT IS. it would be really cool if you just do anything Marvel tho!! BUT OBVIOUSLY NO PRESSURE or anything. Thank you for listening and sorry if you dont understand what i said

Sorry that it took so long😿 but here it is

(also I'm so sorry the other requests are taking so long, I'm kind of busy but I try to write as much as I can when I have time)

Save haven

The Avengers Compound was unlike anything you had ever experienced. It was a fortress of safety, filled with cutting-edge technology and people who were hero's. For someone like you, who had spent years on the streets and in rough situations, it was unreal

You had been given a room of your own. The bed was massive, soft, and the blankets were warm. But even so, you often slept on top of the covers, not wanting to disturb the neatly made bed. You woke up early every morning, creeping out of your room to explore the compound, careful not to make any noise.

The kitchen was the first place you visited, It was always well-stocked, with a variety of foods you hadn’t seen in years. But instead of taking what you wanted, you’d wait until someone else entered, watching them prepare their meal before hesitantly asking if it was okay for you to eat too.

One morning, you lingered by the fridge, your stomach rumbling softly. Tony Stark walked in, still half-asleep, and went straight for the coffee machine. He glanced at you, noticing how you stood there, hands clasped together, your eyes darting between the food and him.

“Morning, kid,” Tony greeted, yawning. “Help yourself. You don’t need to ask.”

You smiled weakly but didn’t move, waiting until he had taken his coffee and left the kitchen before you finally grabbed a small yogurt. You ate it quickly, standing by the counter, before hurrying out to avoid being seen by anyone else.

It wasn’t just in the kitchen. Throughout the day, you found yourself unsure of what you were allowed to do. You asked permission to use the bathroom, take a shower, even to sit down in the common areas. You tried your best to stay out of the way, not wanting to be a burden.

The Avengers started to notice your behavior, though it took some time for them to piece together the full picture. At first, they chalked it up to nerves—after all, you were new, and living with superheroes could be intimidating. But as the days turned into weeks, they began to see that it was more than just nerves.

One afternoon, while everyone was gathered in the common room, you were perched on the edge of an armchair, looking uncomfortable. Natasha was sitting nearby, watching you with quiet concern. She noticed how you stiffened every time someone raised their voice, even in laughter. She saw how you glanced around, seemingly searching for cues on how to act.

When Steve offered you a spot on the couch next to him, you hesitated, eyes wide, as if unsure if you were really allowed. “It’s okay,” he assured you, patting the cushion. “You can sit here.”

You nodded and carefully sat down, but even then, you kept your hands folded in your lap, as if afraid to touch anything. Natasha exchanged a look with Steve, who gave a small, understanding nod.

Later that night, Natasha found you alone in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner. You were scrubbing the counters diligently, even though the staff usually took care of it.

“Hey,” Natasha said softly, not wanting to startle you. “You don’t have to do that. We have people who handle the cleaning.”

You paused, turning to face her. “I just… wanted to help. I didn’t want to be useless.”

Natasha’s heart ached at your words. She approached you slowly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You’re not useless. You’re part of this team now. You don’t have to earn your place by doing chores or asking for permission. You belong here.”

You looked down, feeling a lump in your throat. “It’s hard to believe that sometimes,” you admitted. “Where I came from, I had to ask for everything. If I didn’t, I’d get in trouble.”

Natasha’s eyes softened, and she guided you to sit down at the kitchen table. “You don’t have to live like that anymore. This is your home now. No one here will hurt you or punish you. You’re safe.”

As she spoke, Steve walked in, having overheard the last part of the conversation. He pulled up a chair and sat down across from you. “We’re your family now,” he said, his voice kind and sincere. “We’re here for you, no matter what. You don’t need to be afraid or ask for permission to be yourself.”

You felt tears welling up, but this time, you didn’t try to hide them. Natasha squeezed your hand, offering silent support, while Steve gave you a reassuring smile. It was the first time in a long while that you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could trust this place—these people.

The next morning, when you entered the kitchen, you saw Tony pouring himself a cup of coffee again. This time, you didn’t wait for permission. You grabbed a bowl, filled it with cereal, and sat down at the table. Tony noticed, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched you take this small, but significant, step.

“Good to see you helping yourself, kid,” Tony remarked casually, taking a seat across from you.

You offered him a shy smile. “I’m trying.”

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself slowly adjusting to life in the compound. Clint would invite you to join him in watching movies, and you began to relax, realizing you didn’t have to wait for an invitation. Wanda started baking with you in the afternoons, teaching you recipes from her childhood, and you felt the joy of doing something just because you wanted to.

The others continued to reassure you in small ways. Steve always made a point to include you in conversations, never letting you feel like an outsider. Thor would leave small treats for you, gifts from his trips off-world, just to see you smile. Bruce offered quiet companionship in the lab, never pressuring you to talk, but always there if you needed someone.

One evening, after a particularly fun movie night with Clint and Sam, you found yourself laughing freely for the first time in ages. The laughter felt foreign, but good, like a weight had been lifted from your chest. You looked around at the team, realizing that you were truly beginning to feel like you belonged.

As everyone said their goodnights and headed to their rooms, Natasha caught your eye. She gave you a small nod, a silent acknowledgment of how far you had come.

“You did good, (Y/N),” she said, her voice soft and full of pride. “You’re doing great.”

You smiled, genuinely this time. “Thanks, Nat. I think I’m starting to believe that I really am safe here.”

She squeezed your shoulder gently before heading off to bed. Alone in the common room, you took a moment to appreciate the warmth and comfort that now surrounded you. It had been a long journey to get here, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were truly home.

And in that moment, you knew that this place—this team—was your safe haven.

#marvel x teen!reader #teen!reader #mcu x teen!reader #found family trope #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x platonic!reader #avengers x teen!reader #steve rogers x reader platonic #natasha romanoff #father figure #mother figure #natasha romanoff x reader platonic #avengers x teen reader #avengers x teen reader angst

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schoolsucks-tellmeotherwise · 2 months ago

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When the Last Petal Falls(Part 1)

Yandere!Duke x Male!Reader

You were put into an arranged marriage with a duke who's infamous for killing those married to him after the death of his wife when their son was but a newborn. After the marriage, the man ignored you, not even visiting your room on your wedding night. But the child was far too cute and lonely to simply ignore!

A/n : so uhh, idk how it happened, but I accidentally published my unfinished draft of this, I don't know how, last time I checked it was still in my drafts! I took a nap, turned off my notifications. And then when I woke up there was '____ liked your post: 'When the last petal falls'' and I was like, wtf, I didn't even upload it though.ヽ⁠༼⁠⁰⁠o⁠⁰⁠；⁠༽⁠ノ

A/n#2 : welp, it's updated now, so I'll see you on part two when I start working on it, hopefully I don't accidentally post it again.(⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

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You weren't all too thrilled about your wedding, but it's not like you could do anything about it. Your family was hemorrhaging money in a project that cost far more than what they had, stupid, really stupid. Now they're marrying off their eldest child, you, to a man, who was infamous for murdering his spouses, for profit! But you (the maids) packed your belongings and got yourself dressed non the less.

You stared at yourself as a maid continued to do your hair, all the while her coworkers arguing about what you should wear. "BUBBA!!" A small yet strong voice of a little girl yelled accompanied by rapid footsteps. Soon enough you hear the footsteps come to a halt as the door to the room opened slightly. You turned you head slowly so you don't ruin whatever the maid was doing. Seeing a tiny head peeking in, you smiled softly as you ushered your little sister in.

"You're going all ready?" She pouts as a she makes her way over to you with her arms outstretched. You engulf her in a hug when she got close enough before answering her question. "Unfortunately, I am, why? Are you going to miss your big brother?" You joke, Rose buried her face further into your clothes. Then you heard a a barely audible sniffle, not from Rose, no, but from out the door. You could guess the maid that was dutifully styling you hair heard it too when she stopped her work. You look at her before gently carrying Rose with you while she looked down towards the ground curiously.

Opening the door, you saw your youngest sibling trying to dry his tears with his sleeves. Crouching down, you place your hand over the one he was using to wipe his tears. "Finn, why are you crying?" You whisper gently, picking him up in your unoccupied arm. "B-big brother..... No go..." He whimpers clutching onto your shirt. You sigh softly, you gently place Rose down on the ground, with a pat to her head, so you could run your fingers through the young boys hair.

"I won't be gone forever, you two." You say as you walk towards the maid who was doing your hair earlier, Rose following you. You say down with Finn in your lap, calling a maid to get your little sister a chair as well. "You may continue." You tell the maid. Rose was oddly quiet the entire time, you won't question it though.

"... Can't you ask mother and father to hold off your marriage..." A deep yet quiet voice says. You nearly jump, you didn't hear him enter the room at all. "Wilhelm.. didn't I tell you to make noise so I know you're there?" You scold without turning to look at him. "I'm sorry.... I forgot to do so.. are you angry?" He whispers so quietly you had to strain your ears to hear. "No, I'm not." You say simply and you four were plunged into silence.

You sigh when 5 minutes have passed with no words spoken, the only noise being the whisper-yells of the maids(they tried to be quiet out of respect, they failed). You shift slightly so you could hand Wilhelm your sleeping brother. When he takes Finn in his arms you shoo the two siblings away, you're sure they were busy something before deciding to ignore that and come to you. "Well, you two have somewhere you need to be, make sure to put Finn in his cot beforehand." You say, leaving no room for objections.

The two look at each other before Wilhelm nods, a quick 'goodbye' leaving his lips and Rose hugs you quickly, turning away and walking to the door the young girl gives you a wave and a bye of her own. Only a few minutes later and your hair was finally finished, the other also having agreed on what you'd wear.

"You look stunning, young master!"

"I agree."

"Kyaaa! The young master's just so pretty! There's no way the duke won't like it!"

They all comment, but the last one but you on edge. It made you remember just who exactly you were marrying. 'That's right... I'm marrying him...' You thought, you were scared, and you couldn't deny it even if you wanted to. Getting married to someone you don't love is already hard enough, but getting married to someone who cloud kill you without consequences was terrifying.

"Young master? Are you alright? You seem quite troubled"

You hear a maid call out, a frown etched on her face. You quickly muster an 'I'm alright, don't worry' to her and she reluctantly believes it. The others looked worried to, yet never spoke a word, a silent conversation happening between them as they look at one another. Though they escort you out no less.

When you step out of the house you see lines of servants on the edge of the path way, your family (minus one) was in front of the gate and slightly blocking your view of a white and gold carriage behind them.

"[Y/n], you look stunning."

Your mother says as she hugs you. You wrap your arms around her as well before she pulls away. You feel a heavy hand gently hold place itself on your shoulder.

"Make our family proud, [Y/n]."

Your father says simply, but you can barely make out the slight waver of his stern voice. You give him a reassuring, close-eyed smile before saying 'Of course, father.'

As you step into the carriage with the help of the maids you hear your siblings call out. You smile at them and wave as the carriage starts moving.

The wedding hall was packed full of aristocrats, royalty and the like. Your family chatting up to your soon-to-be husband's family as you were given some touch ups behind the scenes by a maid. You were nervous, if not for your life then for the fact that if this went awry, your family would be in trouble, trouble that can't be quickly fixed.

Once the maid was finished you heard the king give an early congratulations to you and the duke for your marriage. You could see the duke waiting at the alter. And as you've guessed, he wasn't at all thrilled by this arrangement. It made fear for yourself more as you started to walk down the aisle.

You flinched as you felt him pull the veil away from your face harshly. You could feel your palms getting clammy as the officiant begins to read your vows.

"Do you, Iver Quinnell, take [Y/n] [L/n] as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, through your highs and lows, in poverty and wealth and till death alone do you part?

"I do"

The duke said, gritting his teeth as he forced himself to hold your hands. He repeats the same for you, what's the point in asking this if there's no other option but—

"I do"

You say softly, but loud enough to be heard by the officiant and those closer to the alter. The old man smiles at the two of you before he turns around. Grabbing two silver chalice's filled with fine wine, he hands then to the two of you. This was it, once both infused some mana into one another's wine and drank from it, you two would be officially wedded.

You look up at your husband, his dull, golden eyes not focused on you. You sigh in relief, you don't want to look him in the eyes right now. Looking back down, you bite back the urge to just turn on your heel and run, but before you could act on those thoughts you stopped yourself as you hover your hand over your husband's chalice. He also, reluctantly, does so to yours.

You could see both chalice's glowing [f/c] and dark blue before returning to it's original, deep red hue. Hesitantly, you press the chalice to your lips before drinking the liquid inside. The crevices of the ring on your finger glow a dark blue as your husband's glows [f/c]. The phrase 'you may seal you union with a kiss' was what you dreaded, but you sucked it up like how your husband did as he hooked his arm around your waist and gave you a short kiss, long enough that people won't doubt or complain about your marriage.

Loud applause and chains of congratulations come right after. You spend the rest of the 'celebration' thanking guests, making connections and talking with familiar faces.

You begged to every god out there that you wouldn't be forced to spend the night with your newly-wed husband. Thankfully, they answered your prayers, but it cost you. A rumor about how the duke skipped his wedding night to visit his late wife's grave was what greeted you two days after the marriage.

You sigh tiredly as you sat in your office, handling your duties as the duke's husband. You could hear the quiet whispers of the maids that passed by.

"I heard that Duke Quinnell skipped his wedding night with Lord [L/n]!"

"Really? Where did you hear that from anyway?"

"From the head maids daughter! You want to know why he skipped it? Because he went to visit the late duchess' grave! I personally think he's a romantic, only for Lady Lucilia."

"You know well that the head maids daughter is a liar! And that's rude, we're infront of Lord [L/n]'s office right now, have you no shame?"

"I don't think he can hear me anyway, plus even the head maid said the duke went to his wife's grave! I heard she and her daughter accompanied the duke too."

You heard their conversation clearly, though muffled by the walls and doors. 'This maid is quite a blabber mouth, isn't she?' You thought, while separating all the documents and making sure they wouldn't fly away. You stood up and looked out the large window that overlooks the garden. Amidst all the green and flowers, you see a small black blob, and it looks like it's trembling.

Against your better judgement, you decide to go down and check what it was. The walk felt long, the corridors seemingly twisting and connecting back to one another, but you made it out with only being mildly disoriented. With a relieved sigh you start walking down path way. You remember that blob was somewhere around the yellow begonia's and away from the path.

Seeing the rose-like blooms you begin to stray off the stone path and onto the grass. You begin searching for the blob when you hear soft sniffling, it reminded you of when Finn would do his best to cry silently. You begin to walk towards the noise, your footsteps quiet. Parting a few bushes you see a small boy with black hair. You guess he was what you saw when in your office.

Slowly, you walk towards the boy, you sit by him with the rustle of leaves. You see him flinch and look up, his bright green eyes were red from crying, his puffy. His face remarkably similar to your husband's. 'Ah, so this is his child, how cute.' You think. "Who are you?" He asked meekly, his voice raspy from crying for too long.

"[Y/n] [L/n], you can call me whatever you like. But more importantly, why are you crying alone?"

You ask him. He looks at you, his big eyes becoming even bigger as they widen in surprise. He quickly and roughly wipes the tears away from his eyes with his sleeve. Well, he tries at least, the tears don't seem to stop.

"Stop that, you'll only cause it to get more irritated." You tell him, gently grabbing his wrist and pull it away so you can wipe away his tears a a soft handkerchief. He sniffles but leans his head into your touch. 'Poor boy' you think, it's sad to see how willingly he accepts any form of affection or touch. You can only guess how long he's been hiding his feelings and needs from everyone.

Only now do you realize that he hasn't answered your question. Maybe he doesn't feel comfortable sharing that with you, that's alright, you won't push him for answers. You start to hear sniffling again. Then you feel two tiny hands hold your hand, pushing it closer to his face.

You smile softly, moving your other hand away to hide the handkerchief. "Hush now, there's no need to cry." You whisper while rubbing his cheek with your thumb. "What's your name?" You ask him even though you already knew his name. "Lucille..." He says quietly.

"Well then, Lucille, is there something that you might want to do?" You ask him, and after seeing his eyes light up, you knew you did the right thing. "I wanted to practice my magic with daddy, but he was busy." He mutters. "Then, if you don't mind, we can practice together, right here, right now if you want." You tell Lucille as he looks at you, stars in his eyes. "Really?" He asked you. "Really." You say as a matter of fact.

You've spent days on end with Lucille, juggling with handling house affairs and caring for your husband's child. "Mama, why does magic exist?" He asks for the tenth time today. Sitting on your lap because he refused to leave you alone.

You sigh; "Again, Lucille, I don't know, but maybe it's because someone stronger thought that we deserved or needed the help of nature to live. And how many times do I have to tell you: I'm not your mama." You tell him while working on the boring, yet important paperwork in your hands.

"But mama-!" He was cut short as you shushed him, placing your finger to his lips. "Ah ah ah, I told you before that I'm not your mama, I'm happy you think I'm your mother, but I'm not." You say before patting his head gently. "You must miss her-" "I don't know her..."

This time, you were cut off by Lucille. "What?" You say, voice soft. You were shocked, he'd never done that before. "I don't her, I don't know my mom." He starts his hands ball up into fist, crumpling his shorts. "Why should I miss someone I never knew? Mama was the one who took care of me and played with me, not daddy, not the dead woman, but mama." He says, it left you stunned as he looks at you.

"I don't know how to love someone I don't know, mama..." He says so quietly that you could barely pick it up. You spin him around on your lap so that he could face you. You gently wipe away his tears, telling him sweet nothings to get him to stop crying. You never expected that he'd react like this.

And neither did the duke's personal butler apparently. As he was walking down the halls of your side of the manor, he hears the young master's voice. 'The young boy has never gone here before, why would he be here now?' The elderly man puzzled.

But seeing you comforting a crying Lucille, after he had said that he did not feel any love towards his birth mother, was not what he expected.

Perhaps he should inform the master of this. After all, anything concerning Lucille or Lady Lucilia is of great importance, or so Duke Iver says. And frankly, it concerned him why the young master said that, and why he burst into tears after.

If on the off chance that you forced the boy to say that, he would not hesitate to keep the young master away from you. And if Lucille really feels that way? He would be divided, he was loyal to the young master who he's served all this time, but on the other hand, he cares for the child running around like the boy's his own grandson.

Telling the duke would mean a punishment. Not for Lucille, no, of course not. But for you, the one who possibly forced the young boy to say how he doesn't love his biological mother. But if you didn't force the boy, then it means that Lucille is comfortable with you, going so far as to call you 'mama'. And if you were hurt, then that would mean that Lucille would be hurt as well.

After weighing his options, the butler chose the safer route, to tell the duke what he had heard.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

He knocked on the wooden thrice, after waiting for a while he entered when he heard 'cone in'. Seeing the large and imposing man sitting at his desk, glasses hung loosely from his face while signing documents and writing letters. "What did you need, Henry?" Iver asked.

"Master, I'm afraid that young master Lucille may be being forced to say that he doesn't feel a connection to Lady Lucilia by Lord [L/n]. I am still unsure whether or not this assumption is correct but I feel it is better to inform you of this."

He says, he saw the way the duke stiffened and how his hand were shaking from how tightly he balled them up, the feather pen snapping in half under the pressure.

Iver stood up, his frame blocking most of the natural light from getting in. His amber eyes glowing as he ordered:

"Tell Lord [L/n] to come see me in my office. Now."

A/n : So, I guess we're turning this into a two part story. So.... Thank you for reading this I will give you a digital flower as payment<3 and thank you for my first seven heart givers. Even though it was still unfinished when I accidentally posted it(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) anyways, have a good day, all days, peace(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Date published: November 6, 2024

#male reader #male yandere #mlm #male yandere x male reader #bxb #cute child #step father reader #reader becomes a mother-figure #divider by cafekitsune #first time writing on Tumblr (im still getting the hang of it)#lgbtq+

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anonymousewrites · 5 months ago

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Pearl of the Sea Prologue

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Prologue: Found at Sea

Summary: Elizabeth Swann finds another strange child at sea, and they turn into an even weirder teenager.

Mouse Note: Welcome to Pearl of the Sea! Special thanks to TheBiLion for suggesting that I write this. I had this idea in my head for a while, but until someone actually said they wanted it, I never tried to write it. But here it is! I hope it lives up to their expectations and that everyone else who reads it enjoys! I know I had a lot of fun. Only announcements, the MC goes by they/them pronouns, but pirates call them "laddie" occasionally while "civilized" people try to make them a "lady." The point is to form contrast, but the MC themself doesn't care about the labels. So know that this was all intentional. Alright, get ready for some fun now! Lots of found family here! Please comment down below, it's motivating and amazing to interact with you all!

Several years ago…

Elizabeth stood near the beach of Port Royal and gazed out over the waves. The sun had barely crested the waves and threw sparks of fiery light over the open sea. Elizabeth knew she was not supposed to wander out of her home so early and especially not towards the ocean due to her strange fascination with it, but she couldn’t help it. While Elizabeth enjoyed the sea breeze, she held her medallion, the one she’d taken from Will so long ago, and traced the carvings on it.

She furrowed her brow. Elizabeth stepped closer to the water and squinted, gazing out at the sea. There was something floating there.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened, and she ran towards the water’s edge. The sand tried to cause her to stumble—heels could be troublesome—but Elizabeth forged forward. She waded into the water, waist deep, and grabbed the floating form—a child.

Dragging the unconscious kid to shore, Elizabeth’s heart dropped. She wanted the child to be alive. It would be a tragedy for someone so young to lose their life and to remain nameless. Elizabeth didn’t recognize the kid from Port Royal, small enough to know everyone, and she knew they weren’t a resident there.

Elizabeth lay the kid down on the beach and held her hand over their mouth. She let out a breath of relief upon feeling a soft breath from their own breathing brush across her hand. The child was alive.

Carefully, Elizabeth shook them. If they were injured, she didn’t want to hurt them further, but she needed them awake.

The kid groaned, and their eyes opened. They coughed and tried to sit up. Elizabeth guided them up.

“Are you alright?” she asked. Hopefully, they were a newcomer to Port Royal and had fallen into the bay in the morning. Then, Elizabeth could bring them back to their family.

“I’m—” The kid’s words were interrupted by another cough, and they shivered. The cool sea breeze mixed with their soaked clothes in a dangerous way; sickness would arrive easily.

“Here.” Elizabeth, action-oriented as ever, rose and helped the child stand. “I can bring you to a doctor. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“I don’t-I don’t think so,” said the kid, looking down at themself as if unsure.

“What happened to you?” said Elizabeth, walking the child with her towards the town of Port Royal.

“I—” The kid frowned and furrowed their brow, trying to find the information. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” said Elizabeth, furrowing her brow in concern. Strange. However, if they couldn’t remember, she would not push them or distress them. “Do you know where your parents are?”

“I-I don’t know,” said the kid again. This time, their eyes flicked around in distress. They clearly truly didn’t know, and that fact was concerning them as much as it was Elizabeth. “I don’t know!”

“It’s alright, it’s alright.” Elizabeth instantly squeezed their shoulders. “I’ll help you, and we’ll work out what happened.”

The kid looked at Elizabeth, and they searched her expression for signs of lying or signs of malicious intent. They found none and nodded. “Alright.”

Elizabeth smiled. “Now, is there anything you do know? Anything can help, but don’t strain yourself.”

The child frowned as they concentrated. “(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” They nodded decidedly and looked at Elizabeth.

She smiled. “(Y/N). Good. I’m Elizabeth Swann.”

(Y/N) smiled in return.

“Elizabeth!” Governor Swann walked into the doctor’s office. “What is this I hear of you having snuck out of the house once again to go to the sea?” His eyes widened as he saw her wet skirts. Clearly, she had gone into the water.

Elizabeth (barely) kept herself from rolling her eyes. “Clearly, judging as I am here and not home, it is true. And it is not as if I was in danger. I merely walked out of the house and went to the harbor. Besides, if I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have found them.” She stepped to the side to reveal the child sitting on the doctor’s examination table behind her.

“Who—What? Again, Elizabeth?” sighed Swann.

Elizabeth ignored the comment. “This is (Y/N), Father. They were drifted into the harbor, so I pulled them to shore.”

“Hello,” said (Y/N).

Swann sighed because he knew he had to commend Elizabeth for saving someone’s life and that would merely encourage her to be more adventurous. “Hello. I am Governor Swann.” He looked at Elizabeth. “You saved a child. Good job. But now you really must return to the house to change. You’re soaked, and it’s highly improper and dangerous. You could catch a sickness. I will ensure the child returns to their family.”

“They don’t know who their family is,” said Elizabeth.

Swann blinked and looked at (Y/N). “Truly?”

(Y/N) shook their head and cleared their throat. “I can’t remember anything other than my name. I’m sorry.”

Swann nodded. He couldn’t fault a child for being hurt. “Very well. We will find somewhere for you, then. There are plenty of places for you to do some work and—”

“Father, we should allow them to stay with us,” said Elizabeth. She wouldn’t send (Y/N) to work as a servant for the rest of their life just because they were “no one” to Port Royal. “It would be the gracious thing to do.” She raised her chin to her father. “Besides, I like them.” She smiled at (Y/N), who straightened and smiled back.

“Elizabeth—”

“Father, please? I have always wanted a sibling,” said Elizabeth.

That did it. Swann really couldn’t say no to Elizabeth. He sighed. “I will send for a tailor to make them some fresh clothes and tell the servants to make up a room.”

Elizabeth grinned and winked victoriously at (Y/N), who smiled shyly. They couldn’t remember anything about who they were, but they felt more secure with Elizabeth. They didn’t feel as lost.

Perhaps they’d find a home at Port Royal if they couldn’t ever remember theirs.

As (Y/N) grew at Port Royal, they never did quite find a home there. They could not connect to the society and culture they were forced to adhere to. Yes, they were given a warm bed and clean clothes, but they were pushed into dresses and a role they didn’t like—that of the obedient, well-behaved child. (Y/N) felt constricted by the standards of high society; the people of Port Royal wished to tame them.

But (Y/N) was untamable. Very quickly, Governor Swann learned he had taken on a ward just as stubborn as free-spirited as his blood daughter. They, like Elizabeth, were told to avoid the sea for fear of losing them once more to it, but (Y/N) refused to listen. Frequently, they would have to be dragged back from the edge of the ocean.

However, whenever (Y/N) could escape the watchful gaze of Swann or anyone else of high society, they returned to the sea. Despite the apprehension they should feel at approaching the place that had stolen their memories of their family and past, (Y/N) adored it. Truthfully, they felt no fear.

No one else seemed to understand that. Every time they were caught standing in the water, happily closing their eyes and feeling the waves lap at them, they were admonished. People insisted they should fear the waves and the ocean, as it was an enemy that sought to destroy them and take them as it almost had in the past.

But it hadn’t taken them. (Y/N) knew that. Whatever had brought them to Port Royal, they hadn’t died. So why would they fault the waves? If anything, the current had saved them. If they had drifted endlessly across the open sea, they would have died. So, while the entirety of Port Royal pushed them into a role they didn’t want and taught them to avoid the waters, (Y/N) privately loved it—respected it.

And not every part of Port Royal alienated them. No, they might not feel like they had a physical home there, but they felt like they had a home in their heart.

First, they had Elizabeth. (Y/N) had instantly been able to trust her, and their instincts hadn’t been wrong. Elizabeth shared (Y/N)’s adventurous spirit and taught them all the ways to sneak around Swann and the other soldiers of Port Royal to explore the seaside. Elizabeth was a rebel with a free spirit like (Y/N), and they were free to be themselves together. They had formed a bond as close as blood siblings.

Additionally, (Y/N) had Will. He, too, had been found by Elizabeth at sea, so the pair had bonded over that. Elizabeth joked that they were her treasures because she had found them, and (Y/N) always smiled at the comparison (Will smiled, too, but he also blushed due to his obvious love for Elizabeth).

(Y/N) and Will had become friends outside of their shared past, too. (Y/N) had restless energy, coming and going like a tempest making waves swell with power, so they had to find a way to get it out, and that either involved escaping from the house and causing Swann to worry or going to Will. They had found him practicing fencing one day, and (Y/N) had instantly wanted to learn.

Will had been hesitant at first and shared his concerns at (Y/N) wanting to be around dangerous weaponry with Elizabeth (he told her first because he didn’t want (Y/N) to get in trouble from Swann), but Elizabeth had, of course, encouraged (Y/N) learning to swordfight instead of discouraging it. In fact, she, too, came to some of the training days and learned with Will.

It didn’t take long for those moments to create an unbreakable bond between Will, Elizabeth, and (Y/N). Elizabeth and Will were clearly falling in love—(Y/N) wasn’t an idiot—and both became older siblings to (Y/N). Will had bonded with (Y/N) over their strength of will, and despite his worry about their too-adventurous spirit, he was fond of their desire for a free life for themself and others.

So, the years passed with (Y/N) growing stronger in will despite society’s desire to tame them and keep them trapped in a mold they had created. (Y/N) would break it at every turn, though, and even when people believed they had successfully tied (Y/N) down to a role, (Y/N)’s spirit remained as free and untamable as the sea.

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mothiir · 1 month ago

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the war hawk

because i need to write some more jagahatai. no cw for this one!

”Stand,” says the Great Khan from his throne, lounging like a true conqueror, safe in the knowledge of his victory. His gur is gigantic, larger than the cathedrals of your city home, and permits a great gathering of people — some his strange white-armoured sons, but mostly humans. They array in a circle around you, with no clear demarcation of rank, and none of the finery that the noble families of your home would display in such a gathering. You get the sense that they are all of one kin, a bond forged in the crucible of war. Perhaps if your own family had set aside its internecine struggles —

No. You cannot think like that. They didn’t. They lost. That is all there is.

You stand with the help of one of your attendants, schooling your face into careful, decorous blankness. You will not dishonour your family by weeping. Women of your family have married for politics for generations — yes, it has been centuries since any of your foremothers were offered up to a warlord in exchange for peace, but it is not your place to bemoan your fate. No: you must be thankful. You must wring gratitude from this misery, because no man found under the stars — or among them — will be charmed by a dour, shivering wretch.

“Yes, my Lord Khan,” you say. “Forgive me — I do not speak your tongue —“

“That is no matter,” he says. “I speak the language of this system well enough.”

Your maid gives you a swift, curious look, which you deliberately ignore — though you share her thoughts. The stories you both heard spoke of barbarian sheep-herders that tore books apart in anger because they could not read them.

“You honour our meagre home with your presence, my Lord,” you say, swooping into another curtsy. The clothing you wear is gorgeous, but highly impractical: a chain mail dress, ornamented with gemstones; a headdress anchored in place with hairpins that bite at your scalp. You wear the tribute, and you are the tribute. Gold, sapphires, precious metals, precious fuels — and livestock. The finest horses, cattle, sheep and poultry that your homeland has.

And you, of course. You who feel that you have more in common with the broodmares and fattened lambs in your entourage than with the crown on your head.

The Great Khan acknowledges your flattery only with the slight incline of his head. His throne is draped in so many furs you cannot see the original shape of it. It looks comfortable. To his left sits three of his sons, clad in their armour, but helmetless. To his right is an elderly man, a hood pulled over his head, so his face is shadowed. An advisor, maybe?

“Your father did not say this when he first met our envoys. We interpreted his broadcast. Sheepfuckers and misfits, he called us,” he says, idly, and your stomach drops into your feet. Instinctively, you pull your handmaids closer to you, grasping their chilly hands with yours.

“My father —“

“And in this letter he sent you with,” the Khan says, unfolding the parchment. It seems tiny in his gigantic hands. “He says that he is but — ‘a worm in the garden of my resplendence’ — he has quite the way with words, does he not? And such a change of heart! A modest man, to say he is but a worm in the garden of a sheepfucker.”

A few of his sons chortle; someone jeers. Your cheeks flame, and you lick your lips before replying.

“My father’s words were misspoken and arrogant.”

“Indeed. And he has learned the error of his ways. As long as he pays his tithes, he and his people will be treated as valued members of the Imperium — and under the protection of the Emperor of Mankind.”

The Great Khan turns back to the parchment, and makes a show of reading further.

“He has some words for you too.”

You swallow thickly. Your mother had been all careful posed dignity when she sent you away; your father had embraced you and wept. His first child; his first girl. His eldest. Sacrificing so much for the sake of her people —

“‘—though she is no great beauty, and is altogether too clever, she is swift to learn, and her mother bore eight children, four of whom were boys, so it is likely that she will likewise be fertile,’” the Khan reads, and something inside you freezes. There are no chuckles now — even if there had been, you would not have heard them over the strange high ringing in your ears. Your fingernails dig into the back of your handmaid’s hand, leaving bloody red crescents; she does not seem to notice; or if she does notice, she does not care. “And if she is not to your liking then rest assured she has sisters, who are fairer and younger and —“

“Don’t you dare!” you shout, without thinking, without considering and — oh by the gods what have you done? And then you remember that these strange men from the stars burn churches and despise worship, and so calling on the gods just makes things worse — and you freeze, heart rabbiting, eyes wide. “I mean, my lord, please — the next-oldest of my sisters is sixteen summers —“

You were born to be a politician — bred to be one — and yet all of your training has been for nothing, for in that moment you are not a diplomat but a sister, white-hot fury pulsing behind your eyes. If you had talons, you’d rip your fathers face from his skull; if you had wings, you’d pull your sisters and handmaids under their span, tuck them safe and secure and hidden. But you have neither: only a clumsy tongue, and rage that stoppers your throat, and grief great enough to drown in. And all the while the Khan watches you, impassive as a hawk; a great predator, with no concern for the mewling of women —

“Jaghatai,” says the cloaked figure to his right, pulling her hood back. “You’re scaring the girl.”

What you had assumed to be a withered old man is in fact a withered old woman, with nut-brown skin, heavy black hair, and bright eyes glittering in folds of corrugated flesh.

“I am — ah,” says the Great Khan, and then his face relaxes minutely. He smiles — though the gesture does nothing to calm you, directed as it is at the woman. “Apologies.”

“Don’t apologise to me, Khan — apologise to your poor bride! Soldiers! Really!”

She stretches like a cat, her joints clicking, and stands. Three of the astartes hasten to help her down the dais, but she waves them away.

“I can manage just fine on my own, boys,” she says, and hobbles her way down to you. She’s barely up to your shoulder, hunched over with age; her clothes are of fine quality, but thoroughly worn. “Honestly.”

“My lady Hoelun — “ one of the men says, but she points her stick at him.

“Tsubodai, I knew you when you were stumbling around after your father’s goats — when I need your help, I shall ask for it. All of you! Useless!”

Instinctively, you curtesy to her. She chuckles, and catches your chin with one gnarled hand.

“Let’s have a look. All your own teeth, no mutations,” she says, tipping your face this way and that. “Clever, that letter said, and I’ll believe that — every woman we’ve met in this system can read and write, which is a blessing, believe me. Half of my grandsons are still learning. They like their bikes and their ponies, what do they need letters for?”

She pinches your cheek.

“Smart, because you knew how to greet the Great Khan. And reckless brave, because you shouted at him. And —“ She looks down at your hands, which still clutch at your whimpering maids. Her gummy smile widens. “And decent too.”

She turns back to the Great Khan.

“You’ll marry this one, Jaghatai. I’ll make the arrangements for the ceremony in two moons time. Until then, we’ll follow tradition.”

The Great Khan does not seem at all surprised at the display. His smile has deepened, and for the first time he looks more like a man than a hunting bird.

“Very well, Mother,” he says. “If you approve — my lady, you will be granted your own household, and a gur large enough to hold them. You may bring women to attend you from your home planet if you wish — or if you prefer, I can name some from within my own family. A hundred head of horse are yours as of today; for each week until our wedding another hundred shall be added to your herd. You will learn our language and our customs, and you will sit in on my council with my mother —“

“My lord — I am no warrior,” you say, and he holds up a hand to silence you.

“No. But I am no politician. An empire can be conquered from the saddle of a horse, but not ruled from one. You will attend council with my mother and learn from her, so that when we are wed you may pick up the governance of this sector in my absence.”

“But — my father is the governor,” you say, brow furrowed, still feeling like you are stumbling to catch up. Hoelun chuckles.

“For now. But who trusts a man who puffs up his chest only to crawl in the dirt with nary an arrow fired?”

The implication of her words should horrify you. You think of your sisters, and you feel only a hesitant, fragile kindling of hope. Hoelun gives your cheek another affectionate — if slightly painful — squeeze.

“Welcome home,” she says.

#my writing #jaghatai khan/reader #this borrows from mongolian history but you know an au where everyone in the khanate wasn’t awful #hoelun was genghis khans mother so in this she is jaghatai’s #because why should roboute be the only one with a functioning maternal figure

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elliesmainhoe · 7 months ago

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"I love you, no matter what"

Ellie Williams X Mother! Reader PLATONIC

Summary: Ellie's coming out story to her mother or you reassure Ellie that you'll love her no matter what she identifies as.

Warnings: fear of homophobic reaction to coming out, mention of previous child loss, mention of Joel's death, Joel and readers relationship is kept vague for inclusivity purposes,

the timeline does not add up (aka Joel is dead but this is written with tlou1 Ellie in mind and DinaXEllie is a thing so idk)

DAY 6 OF SAPPHIC SUMMER

WC 810

Ellie sat on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The room felt too small, the walls closing in on her. She had rehearsed the words a thousand times, but now, as she waited for you to come home, her mother, the person who raised her, the words seemed to tangle in her throat like a stubborn knot.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through Ellie’s window. She glanced at the family photos on her dresser—the three of them smiling, arms around each other. Her mother, always the strong one, the one who held them together after Joel's death. The one who never asked questions, who simply loved them both fiercely.

But this was different. This was her truth, and it threatened to unravel everything.

Ellie always thought that the relationship you and Joel had was odd. I suppose the normal family was one of two parents- in love, with children and maybe a dog.

But you and Joel were just two mourning parents, who both took raising Ellie and giving her a second chance at life- because god knows, she would've been dead long ago if you and Joel had left her to survive on her own

The front door creaked open, and Ellie’s pulse quickened. Your footsteps echoed down the hallway. Ellie took a deep breath, her fingers trembling as she clutched the edge of her bedspread.

“Ellie?” you called. “Are you in your room sweetie?”

Ellie’s throat tightened. She stood, her legs wobbly, and opened the door and descended the staircase into the kitchen. You stood there, tired lines etched around your eyes, a paper grocery bag in one hand.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you said, smiling. “How was patrol?”

Ellie’s mouth went dry. She had to say it now, before fear silenced her forever. “Mom,” she began, her voice barely audible, “I need to tell you something.”

You set the grocery bag on the kitchen counter and turned to face her. “What is it, Ellie?”

Ellie took a deep breath. “I’m gay.”

The room seemed to hold its breath. Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Ellie feared rejection. But when you stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Ellie. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “I love you. Always.”

Tears blurred Ellie’s vision. “You’re not mad?”

You pulled back, cupping Ellie’s face in her hands. “Mad? No, Ellie. I’m proud of you. For being brave enough to share this with me.”

Ellie’s heart swelled. “I was so scared,” she admitted. “I thought—”

“—that I wouldn’t understand?” You smile was soft. “Ellie, love knows no boundaries. You’re my daughter, and that’s all that matters.”

The pair of you sat on Ellie’s bed, holding each other. Your acceptance was a lifeline, pulling Ellie from the depths of uncertainty. She had feared losing the bond they shared, but instead, it grew stronger.

“Mom,” Ellie said, her voice steady now, “I want to be true to myself. I want to love who I love without hiding.”

You nodded. “You deserve that, Ellie. And you deserve someone who loves you just as fiercely as I do.”

As the evening darkened, they talked—about crushes, about heartaches, about the beauty of love in all its forms. You shared stories of your own youth, of secrets kept and all the hearts you've seen be broken and put back together again.

Ellie realized that her mother had always known, had always seen her for who she truly was.

In the days that followed, Ellie introduced her girlfriend, Dina, to you. You'd already met Dina of course- but under the impression they were just friends- but as you watched them interact you couldn't quite believe that you had missed it

They laughed over dinner, and your eyes sparkled as she listened to their stories. “She’s a keeper,” you whispered to Ellie one night, after Dina had gone home. “Just like you.”

And so, Ellie’s truth became their truth—a thread woven into the fabric of their family. You stood by her side, unwavering, as Ellie navigated the complexities of love and identity.

As the seasons changed, Ellie found solace in your embrace, in the way that you whispered, “I love you, no matter what.” And in those moments, Ellie knew that coming out had not torn them apart, it had brought the two of you closer than ever.

In the quiet of your home in Jackson, Ellie traced your hand, feeling the strength and acceptance there.

Honestly it was embarrassing how she thought you would disapprove, she had feared losing everything, but instead, she had gained a love that transcended labels—a love that would carry her through every sunrise and sunset, every joy and sorrow.

And as Ellie leaned in for a hug, your heartbeat echoing against her own, she knew that she was home.

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I've officially downloaded grammarly and I am on a roll- I definitely think this seems more polished, I guess? Lmk if this style is something you like reading? I'm probably going to alternate between them depending on if I'm writing on my laptop or my phone.

SELF INDULGENT FIC YIPEE.

NOT PROOFREAD.

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bakugosworld · 6 months ago

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Bitter not sweet

Endeavor x f! reader

platonic shoto x reader

Enji Todoroki and Y/N used to be a power couple. They used to be the most applauded couple at UA. Key words, used to be. Something disturbing happened to destroy their relationship, and now years later Y/N (a pro hero) is now helping teach and support her ex’s son in the same school she met his father.

Warnings: slight angst? Endeavor being Endeavor, trauma dumping, personal grudges

Endeavor could hear nothing but his own boots walking through the halls of his own agency. The place is empty due to the major villain attack that had happened earlier that day, and many of his sidekicks stayed to clean up the fight while Endeavor went to file some important paperwork due that day.

He shuffled inside his office and slowly shuts the door. As he makes his way to his desk his cell phone begins to ring. He quickly fishes it out of his pocket, recognizing the tune to be Fyumi calling. Thinking that there was an emergency he tenses up as he answers it. “Fyumi, what’s going on?” His voice alert. He hears her laugh from the other end of the line, his shoulders relaxed a bit. “Hey dad, I just wanted to know what you wanted for dinner? Shoto just finished his first day of UA and I want us all to eat together to celebrate tonight!” She seems excited as per usual.

Endeavor wraps up the conversation and stuffs his phone back into his pocket. Sighing as he sits down.

*earlier that day, Y/Ns perspective*

I had been hired as a new Heroics and Law teacher at UA high this year. I walked into the building for the first day of school and had passed a few familiar pros along the way. Once I reach my classroom I set down my bag and log into my computer. I had gotten the class environment set up during my orientation with Nezu who had provided me all the safety protocols and instructions. Once my computer is loaded I pull up my seating chart that EraserHead had provided and projected it to the wall, not even bothering to look at it.

I didn’t have a class untill an hour or two later considering I’m not a homeroom teacher, so I had decided to sit in the Faculty Room while I waited and caught up with a few long term friends. Once the bell went off I started walking to my classroom with Present Mic whose class is right next to mine. We stand outside the door chatting while watching the students trickle in one by one.

Eventually I had walked in to begin class. “Hello class my name is (pro hero name) but you can all me miss (last name)” I greet as I stand at the podium in the front of their seats. The class greets me back and I hear a few students talking amongst themselves quietly. “I going to call attendance so when I call your name just say a simple ‘here’. And if I mispronounce your name, please inform me right away. Understood?”

The students mutter words of acknowledgment. Going through the list, I seen a few surnames that are recognizable. “Next is shoto todo…roki…?” My jaw slightly agape as the last name rings in my head like a steel drum. The name Todoroki repeating itself over and over again. “Here” a monotone voice rings from the back of the classroom. I slowly turn my head up to look at the boy with split dyed hair. There’s no way. He looks exactly like him. Like her too. My heart squeezes in my chest. I thought I was over it.

I break myself out of the thought. I’ll just look into it after class. “Katsuki Bakugou?” I continue with roll call despite being shaken. I hear an angry grumble “here” from the opposing side of the classroom. I sigh and continue with class as normal despite me screaming internally.

A few students came to talk to me after class, some of them wanted to know more about my pro hero life *cough midoria cough* while others wanted to know more about the subject I would be teaching them this year. One student in particular left the class without a word to anyone. Yep. That’s his kid alright.

*back to the todoroki household*

“So shoto.. how was your first day?” Endeavor asks before shoving food into his mouth. Shoto sighs “it was fine..” Endeavor looks up to his youngest son. “What about your teachers? What teachers do you have, I want to make sure you have the best of the best so you can reach your goal” endeavor shoves more food into his mouth while waiting for his son’s response.

“My homeroom teacher is Mr. Aizawa. Then I have Miss (L/N) for Heroics and Law. Then I have Present Mic for English.” Shoto muttered quietly but it was loud enough for Endeavor to hear. Endeavor choked on his rice and slammed one hand on the table to stabilize himself while the other beat at his chest to dislodge the food from his throat.

Fyumi panicked and started to pat her father on the back, while asking him if he’s okay. Natsuo held back a very slight smile and kept eating. Endeavor finally cleared his throat and started down at the table in disbelief. ‘…y/n??’

After that incident he had finished his food and left to his room muttering a small ‘thank you’ to Fyumi for the dinner. Endeavor sat on the edge of his bed, looking towards the ground and his hands cupped around his mouth to help calm him down. He sat there for hours, thinking back on memories of you two in your high school days. It had been a long time since he had thought of you, he tried to suppress the memories due to the guilt that ate him alive.

—flashback—

“Enji!” Your voice rang through the halls of UA, he can hear your footsteps grow increasingly louder. He glanced over his shoulder to see you running his way. He smirked slightly and faced away from you, unsurprisingly, you jumped onto his back, like you always did, and wrapped your arms around his neck, and legs around his waist. He chuckled a bit “Hey hun, have a good day?” He asked while pushing you up his back by your thighs and holding you there. You nod into his neck. “It was good, Toshinori helped me push even harder with my quirk today during training” you say smiling. Enji slightly frowned at the name but was still happy for you. The truth is Enji never cared for Toshinori but didn’t absolutely hate him either. “That’s great darling, I’m happy for you” Enji bounced you on his back jokingly. You laugh as he spins you both around. “Thank you beef cake” you tease, and plant a sweet kiss on his cheek.

—End of flashback—

Enji sighed and sat up a bit more. He looked around his room, seeing pictures of his kids and a few with Rei. He walks to his closet and grabs out a small box. He sits down on his bed again and opens the box that contains photos. Sifting through a few, he finally found what he was searching for. It was a picture of you and him together outside of UA on the first day of your third year. You were wrapped in his arms standing infront of him, both of you smiling widely.

He set the photo on his bedside table and threw the box under his bed. Finally deciding to go to bed since he had to leave early for work tomorrow morning. He lays down and stares at his ceiling. Little did he know, his dreams will be filled with memories of you that night.

A week later

You were sitting in your empty classroom, it was half hour before first period started when you heard a knock on your door. You looked up from your computer, wondering why anyone would be here so early to talk to you. “Come in” you project your voice so they can hear you. Slowly the door opened to reveal Shoto Todoroki himself. “Sorry to bother you so early Miss (L/N)” he gave a small bow to you. “You’re not bothering me at all Todoroki. Is there something I can do for you?” I say turning towards him to give him my undivided attention.

He looks sort of puzzled. “Yeah actually, I wanted to talk to you about something” he says still standing at the door. You pull up a chair next to you and pat it, signaling for him to sit down. “What’s on your mind kid?” You say as he sits down.

“I guess I’m just confused.” He says tilting his head slightly. “How so?” You asked him, slightly mirroring his actions. “I found this in my dad’s room.” He says lifting up the photo of you and Enji together. You sucked in a breath and felt your heart drop, now understanding what this is about.

“What is this about? Clearly you and my father know each other. Very well. So what exactly happened?” He says looking up to you. noticing your shocked face he immediately felt bad. “I apologize if I had made you uncomfortable Miss (L/N).”

Finally, you shake out of your shocked state. “No, no. Don’t worry about it Todoroki. And to answer your question, your father and I.. well.. we used to be together.. but that was a long time ago.” You say quietly. Todoroki nodded.

Todoroki had asked a few more questions to which you were happy to answer them. He then left to go to his first class, leaving you completely alone to think about Enji.

Aizawas class had a field trip today, so the only classes you had to teacher were 1-B and 1-C. Which was relatively easy considering they are both calm classes. For the most part. That was untill you were getting ready for your next class when Mrs. Midnight burst into your room. “(Hero name)!! we need you to help immediately!! Class 1-A has been attacked by villains at one of our training centers! Your class is getting covered by nezu, please hurry!!”

Chills ran cold down your spine. You immediately bolted out the door and ran as fast as you could to your car. Breaking the speeding limit as a hero looked bad, but your students were in danger. You were doing 80 in a 30. The only thing you can think of was how scared your students must be, but you know they can handle themselves.

You were, unsurprisingly, the first hero on scene. Bursting through the doors, you took in the battle before you. Immediately jumping into action, you protect your students with your life. You hold off the villains untill the rest of the pros show up.

—a sort few days later—

(I’m not good at writing fighting scenes sorry)

You thought it was a horrible idea. Anything can go wrong. It was absurd. Hosting the sports festival directly after a villain attack?? That’s just disrespectful to the students who fought hard to stay alive during the attack.

You angrily grumbled to yourself. You were walking around the stadium to ease your mind. The first task just finished, Midoria taking first place which shocked everyone. You huffed and leaned your back against a wall. “Enjoying the festival so far?” You heard a voice ask.

You peak up to see nezu approaching you. “Yeah I guess so” you mumble. “What seems to be on your mind (y/n)?” Nezu asked while sitting on the ledge next to you. “Is this the right thing nezu? Having the festival right after the attack? Won’t it put everyone on edge? What about the villains? Wouldn’t they show up here if they really wanted to?”

Nezus face never changed. “I see why you’re concerned (Y/N), but this festival is supposed to take the students minds off of what happened. And for the safety, we have plenty of pros here incase anything does go wrong. It would be the villains downfall to prey on the kids now”

You relaxed a bit more with that statement. “Yeah you’re right” Nezu nods. “I am, well I do have to go now. If you need anything else you know where to find me” nezu says as he wanders away.

You once again are alone. You stand up and start walking down the hall. “So. You’re a teacher now?” You shiver at the deep voice and you stop in your tracks. “Yeah. What about it?” You snap back. You turn around to see endeavor who had just turned the corner. “You’re teaching my son.” He replied with his casual RBF.

Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. “Really? I had no idea.” Your voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn’t seem to appreciate that but he stayed quiet for a moment. “Is that all you wanted? If so, I’ll be on my way.” You turn around to leave once again.

“It wasn’t my choice”

—flashback—

“What the hell enji?!” You screamed at him. His eyes dropping from your face down to the floor. “Did you have this planned the whole time??” You you yelled a bit louder once more, tears brimming your eyes. He, too, teared up. Feeling ashamed of himself.

It was the day before your graduation from UA, and Enji was here before you telling you, after three years, that things won’t work out. “Was I a joke to you?” He didn’t respond..

What was worse. Is he had proposed to Rei, your best friend of thirteen years. “How long were you together for?” Your voice filled with venom and tears. You weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the truth. Was this even real? Who would propose to your girlfriend’s best friend and not the girlfriend?

Even after all the talks of ‘I can’t wait to marry you’ ‘we should have kids’ ‘I’m gonna grow old with you’. You had foolishly believed it all.

He wanted to say something to soothe you, he wanted to hug you, to kiss you, to tell you everything is gonna be okay. He wanted to make the whole situation go away. He felt a deep hatred for himself, and for his father.

—flashback ends—

“The hell do you mean ‘it wasn’t your choice’” you mock, growing more irritated. He sighs. “I didn’t want to marry her” you scoff “yeah right. Now you’re just wasting my time.”

Enji grows agitated now, but still hurt. “It was my father. He forced me into the marriage. For benefits of the quirks. He threatened to ‘get rid’ of you if I didn’t cooperate. I knew you’d be safer staying away from me, so I left. I did as he said. Because I loved you. And truth is, I believe I still do.” He mumbled the last part. Sure, you’ve seen him several times throughout the years. You kinda had to considering he’s the number two pro hero. He’s at your meetings, on the same patrol route sometimes, on the scene of a crime. He’s everywhere. But this is the first time he’s addressed you since the break up.

Hearing his words though… you wanted to believe him. You had found the piece of yourself that still loved him too. It that didn’t change the fact that he was married with several kids. And you couldn’t do that to them. Especially shoto as you’ve grown fond of the boy.

“I’d love to believe you. Truly. I still care for you Enji, dare I say I love you. If I could, I’d be with you right now. But we can’t be together. Never again. As much as I do love you, you must think of your family first.” You say as you turn away and walk down the hall, heading towards the stands to watch the rest of the festival. Enji watched her walk away for what felt like the hundredth time, and his heart shattered.

But little did either of them know, shoto was standing just around the corner, listening to the conversation. He too, had grown fond of you. He had even started looking up to you as if you were the mother that he never really had. Needless to say, he was just as disappointed in his dad as his dad was with himself.

#endeavor x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki x mother figure #teen endeavor #my hero academia #ua teachers #aizawa #my hero academia x reader #fanfic #pro hero reader

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radiance1 · 1 month ago

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Mystic Flour Cookie and Child Reader drabble

"Not even the very gods are immune to suffering." Mystic Flour Cookie whispered softly as she ran a hand through your hair. She knew not the reason, nor the power, that had brought you from your world into that of her own. But she couldn't find it within herself to be irritated or disquieted about that fact.

In fact, she could even say she was... pleased.

Whatever power had granted her one true desire... She was thankful to it. To drag the very god that pulled her from the void, imbuing her very dough with strength, bestowing upon her only but the best of toppings and a beascuit leaps and bounds ahead of others to lessen the time between each use of her power.

Even granting her own wishes.

Doing away with the flesh of your divine body in exchange for crispy, fresh dough. Infused with the divinity that you so truly deserved, despite having no level of enlightenment and then, to have you descend upon none other than her. For her to be the first and only one to be granted the privilege of laying eyes upon your new vessel.

Yes.

She was pleased.

"One day, you and I shall crumble, too." She murmured, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. She wiped away the tears at the edges of your eyes with the edge of her sleeve. "Yet that day, shall not be today."

Such a truly benevolent deity you were. This kingdom... Its Cookies... Their ideals of peace, friendship, love and joy. All of it, would be non-existent without you, without the very foundation you laid out for them... The effort and time you put into a world not even your own.

Even going as far as granting wishes.

Cookies... Such greedy creatures. They cannot, will not, comprehend the true depths your very presence entailed, what effort and suffering you had gone through to make this kingdom as truly grand as it was.

They will take you for granted, just as the Cookies of far ages past had done for her. Taking and taking, wanting and wanting, demanding more, and more from the deity that merely wanted the best for them.

In the end, the greed of those who you wished to keep happy would be your downfall....

But why would she let you go through such suffering, to reach the same conclusion she had reached herself....?

You were here. Safe with her. Only, with her.

And the Realm of Apathy shallow envelop you... Welcome you... Protect you....

Yes...

She smiled, eyes slipping closed as he continued to run a hand through your hair.

The greed of Cookies... The suffering and woes of life... Apathy shall shield you from all.

Until the day you, and she, returns to flour....

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #mystic flour cookie #child reader #y/n cookie #self aware crk #self aware cookie run #No idea what to tag this #Just a random drabble I thought up not sure this'll go anywhere #Just gonna dump my thoughts here #Child Reader who has not the best home life with a single mother (who also isn't that great of one)#Who clings to CRK like a lot and really loves Mystic Flour Cookie #From staring at her to just talking about random things to her from minutes to hours even #Spinning this entire narrative that Mystic Flour Cookie is their best friend sort of figure or something of the life and just #Basically roleplaying between them and her #And Mystic Flour Cookie on the other side of the screen slowly finding herself growing attached to you #Unable to help but compare you to herself in the past who granted the wishes of Cookies and tried so hard to prevent their suffering #And keep them happy #Despite how you seemed to be suffering yourself on the other side where she can't even reach you #Can't do anything to aid you just as you seemed to be aiding her and others without looking for anything in return #And then you get pulled into her world #Where is finally able to do something with you

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dragonridernoobie · 10 months ago

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Hii!!! I saw your requests open so may I request TFP Megatron x fem autobot reader (not human) who has the personality of like a wise and calming mother, but is the most strongest and protective out of her team? (Hope this makes sense, ty!!<3)

Abso-fucking-lutely, sorry for it took a bit to come out. I totally haven't been grinding on palworld...................anyways, enjoy and again for it being a bit for me to put out!

Request are always open!

(Y/N) <-

Megatron <-

MegatronXAutobotMotherFigure!Reader

When megatron meets (Y/N), he probably just treats (Y/N) as the same as everyone else.

Throw (Y/N) into the cell and ask for questions.

For days, megatron asked questions and interrogated (Y/N).

The autobots have tried to rescue (Y/N) but failed.

Eventually, Megatron would stop asking questions and actually have a conversation with (Y/N).

Not because he's bored, absolutely not.....

Megatron and (Y/N) would start gdting close, and Megatron would realize...(Y/N) reminds him the days he felt safe....loved....

Megatron would command his decepticons to protect (Y/N) even tho they are confused.

(Y/N) would be in her new room on the warship, just humming to herself when megatron would come in. He just lays on on the berth, and (Y/N) asks him what's wrong. Obviously, he would complain about this war and his new fight with optimus. (Y/N) would rub his head (forgot the name for head in cybertronian) and just sing a lullaby to him.

(Y/N)- Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Ball of Fur. Happy Kitty, Sleepy Kitty, Purr Purr Purr~

Megatron- mmm thank you....why are you so nice?

(Y/N)- I think everyone needs a little mother figure in their life. Even you.

After that interaction, I can see him thinking more ans more about this war.

Eventually after a long talk with (Y/N) he let's her head back to the autobot base and surrender himself.

(Y/N) can't adopt him since he is an adult but megatron treats (Y/N) as his carrier (mother in cybertronian).

(Y/N) would always give him little treats everything he comes over.

Tho (Y/N) give treats to everyone.

(Y/N) was a mother figure to everyone, especially optimus prime.

Which megatron and pissed off at but (Y/N) made sure they got along.

Optimus and Megatron would act like brothers once again, like before the war.

Life would be perfect.

(Y/N) would always give them love, keep them protected and more.

I swear, these two will act like kids.

They would get in trouble by breaking something at (Y/N)'s house and then blamed each other while pointing at each other.

They go the "go to the corner" treatment.

They haven't felt like this in years and are super happy with you.

(Y/N) has the power over the ex-leader of the decepticons and optimus prime.

All she needs to do is give them the Mom stare and they would stop whatever they where doing.

(Time for some sadness 😈😈😈😈)

When (Y/N) passes away from old age or other problems, they would be so fucking sad.

It's not even funny

But they would carry one her image by making a statue of her and at the bottom would say "a loving mother who stopped the war. Here lies (Y/N) (L/N).

They would not start another war but might grow distance for a bit

They would make sure to remember her lessons and show others love like the way (Y/N) did.

Hope you enjoyed it! Again, sorry it took a bit, have been grinding on palworld.

#megatron x reader #transformers tfp #tfp optimus prime #tfp megatron #decepticons #autobots #optimus prime x reader #mother figure #sad ending

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nixwriteschaos · 1 year ago

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A Mother's Love

Dabi x Female!Reader [PLATONIC] Summary: Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, someone became his mother figure.

★☽A/N: Ahh!! It has been so long since I wrote something like this! I’m currently getting piled with school and club activities so that’s probably why– I hope you guys didn’t forget me:((

Contents: FLUFF - Slight angst? - Reader seen as a mother figure

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The League of Villains, a villain organization filled with powerful villains that threaten to destroy the hero society. An organization that was founded by the most powerful villain, a villain who could rival All Might, All For One and his successor, Tomura Shigaraki. People from different backgrounds, bad trauma, gathered together into one group with goals of their own but had one goal in common, to destroy the hero society.

But the league didn’t expect to have such a motherly figure heal their wounds.

A female villain, Y/N L/N, known as Crimson, fitting name for her blood manipulative Quirk. A 31 year old woman who was wronged by society. People were afraid of her, but not the members of the League. The members see her as a motherly figure, who cares for them.

One of the people who really saw her as a mother was Toga. She loves whenever she would take the time to braid the girl’s hair or to put her hair into buns in the mornings. And she loved how she would come up with various ideas to style her hair and they would spend time laughing and such. After being close for months, Toga started to even call her mama, because of the absence of a loving mother. Toga felt so safe around her.

Who really felt comfortable with her was Dabi. Despite the black-haired didn’t wanting to admit it, it felt so nice to have someone caring for him. After all, Dabi didn't grow up with a good relationship with his mother, always focused on the attention from his father. Because of this, he lacked a mother figure, but when he joined the League of Villains, she became his mother figure.

What was more embarrassing to him was that he even called her mother once! It was during the U.A Camp invasion. Everyone was gathering around and he saw as one by one went to the rendezvous. As Y/N came back, he asked if she was okay, clearly showing that he cared for her well-being. He didn’t realize what he said until he saw the shocked faces of his comrades. He said, “Are you okay, mother?”

He could see the shocked face of Y/N and felt himself blushing in embarrassment. “Pretend you didn’t hear me!!” He demanded, clearly ready to kill anyone who was going to talk about it during that moment. Everyone just laughed and chuckled but the man didn’t like it at all. He looked at Y/N who chuckled softly, “I don’t mind you calling me mom, darling,” She reassured.

Dabi continued to see her as his mother figure and would refer to her as such. Only in private, of course. During missions and such, he would refer to her as her villain name. But whenever he called her “mother” and would get teased for it but by now, he didn’t care.

Y/N acted like a mother, a mother that Dabi never took the chance to have. He could’ve had a better relationship with his mother but he didn’t take the chance. He regretted not taking the chance, but he was somehow thankful that he didn’t. Or else, he wouldn’t be able to have a mother figure like Y/N.

Dabi would constantly get nightmares which causes him to be tired most nights. As much as he didn’t want anyone to know, he knew that Y/N knew. She would always look at him carefully, as if knowing he didn’t get to sleep the night before. “I’m fine,” he spat harshly every time at her, but she knew that he was lying. She could see that in his eyes, the tired look and how even less energetic he was being.

That’s how she started to come into his room to check up on him. She would come to his room every night in the league’s old hideout, since he stayed there due to no other place to live, and she would ask him how he was doing. He would always say he didn’t need her coming in every night, but a part of him felt really happy to have someone caring for his well-being.

Sometimes, if he mustered up the courage, would ask her to sing for him. Of course, he was blushing and embarrassed after the words came out. But Y/N didn’t mind and just chuckled before saying, “Of course, sweetheart. C’mon.” With a smile, she would make him lay down with his head on her lap. She would play with his hair and start to sing.

She had an angelic voice, a lovely voice that could put anyone to sleep. And that’s what he did. Every time she would sing for him before sleeping, he would be fast to sleep with no nightmares. It’s as if her songs were a spell to keep nightmares away. She would slowly put him in bed with a blanket placed on him. She kissed him on his forehead and left the room. But before she left the room, she would always say, in an gentle voice,

“Sweet dreams, darling.”

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stardustandmeteors · 10 months ago

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alastor hartfelt x gn! reader IMAGE

I just absolutely love writing some fluff with our aroace king. So I really hope you enjoy this little image for him ^^

summary: dancing with Alastor is something not everyone can say they have done before.

The first time Alastor asked you to dance, it was a shock to be sure.

You weren't the best when it came to dancing, but Alastor was patient and waited for you to be comfortable in the position you'd dance in.

It was fun to say the least, even if you had accidentally stepped on his feet on more than one occasion. He wouldn't be mad, but would limp a little after the session.

Alastor always found it endearing how much you would try to learn the dances he would show you, and would try your hardest to not step on his feet. The latter part was harder said than done.

Sometimes, if he was in a good mood, he would cuddle up to you when you're dancing, with his head in your shoulder and arms wrapped around your shoulders.

He would never admit it, but these dancing sessions would remind him of his mother. You remind him of her, with how much you care for him and how much you show your love to him.

You had always seen Alastor as a son figure, he reminded you of when you were human and how much you wanted a child. You did get what you wanted, but it was in Hell that you felt you found the family you've always wanted.

Alastor thought it was sweet, that whenever he was down or showing signs of being aggressive, you'd always be there for him, and have always calmed him down, but would always respect his wishes to be left alone if he feels he's gonna snap.

The dances you and Alastor share, are memories the two of you would hold dear to each other for as long as you possibly can.

It's short, I know, but it's cute. Alastor has another parental figure (head cannon Rosie to be like a mother to Alastor).

#alastor x reader #aroace alastor #aspec character #asexual character #asexual alastor #x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #dancing #mother figure #the resder is older than Alastor #lgbtq

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amorienomore · 17 days ago

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Broken Pieces

・˚˖𓍢ִ໋⋆‧₊˚ ࣪⋆ Growing up, you know how it feels to have daddy issues. So when you notice the same glazed look of abandonment and acceptance in Toji’s son, Megumi, you decide to try to fix that broken piece of soul as much as you can.

・˚˖𓍢ִ໋⋆‧₊˚ ࣪⋆Authors Note: this is going to contains some themes that may be triggering to some so please be aware this is kinda sad(??) contains themes such as… daddy issues, hint at y/n sleeping around as a coping mechanism, age gap between toji and y/n

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Growing up, you used to dream of what it would be like to have a dad who actually cared. Someone who’d tuck me in at night, tell me you’re doing okay, give me a hug just because.

Growing up with an absent father doesn’t just hurt, it full on warps you. It makes you question your worth before you even understand what worth is. It teaches you that love is something you have to earn, something you have to fight for, and even then, it’s never guaranteed. Wanna know the worst part? You don’t even know what you’re fighting for anymore, just that you want to be acknowledged, to be seen.

You grew up with the constant quiet sting of rejection, like you were never good enough to deserve the simplest things. Things like a smile, a hug, his attention. You became a woman who learned to fill that empty space with whatever distractions you could find. Constant nights with men who wouldn’t even remember you. Constant nights of wobbling down the streets with an empty look on your face, a wrinkled dress and sore ankles. And when those distractions didn’t work, you learned how to ignore the ache inside, how to pretend it didn’t matter. How to act like you wasn’t craving something more.

And then came Toji.

Toji Fushiguro… your boyfriend. Your bad decision making skills took over again, you suppose. You don’t think you ever truly knew what you were getting into when you got involved with him. He just looked like you. Empty and cold. “Maybe we could fix each other?” You thought when you first met. Toji wasn’t just emotionally unavailable, it was his entirety. His presence in your life felt like a storm, wild, unpredictable, and often destructive. He was a man who was always on the move, always cold, always keeping people at arm’s length, always pushing me away when you needed him most. Yet pulling you close when he needed you most.

But you didn’t know how to be with someone who wasn’t like that, couldn’t remember a time you were ever with a good guy. Your whole life had been defined by the absence of affection, so why would you expect Toji to give it to you? You didn’t even know how to ask for it. You didn’t know how to say, “Hey, I need you. I need to feel like I matter.” Toji was your reflection, someone who kept his heart buried so deep that you couldn’t even see it. His heart as black as his hair and scarred as the scars that glittered his body. And you mirrored him, closing yourself off until you were just as broken and distant as he was.

“I don’t need you to stay,” Toji said as he tossed your clothes at you your first night with him. His words as cold as his hands on your skin. “I just needed you. Don’t get attached.”

And you didn’t know how to respond, because you’d already heard it so many times before. His voice echoed in my mind, just like the absence of your father’s. Your own worth reduced to something disposable, to something he could discard once when he got his fill. You should have realized this relationship would go nowhere but perhaps it was the look in his eyes that made you stay for as long as you have. A look of hurt and avoidance.

After a few months of us dating, he let you meet his son. Megumi.

You saw him, and you saw yourself.. that same emptiness in his eyes, the same weight on his shoulders from a father who was never there. The same loneliness, the same quiet acceptance of it. But at his age when you’d already drowned in it, Megumi… he was still holding on. He was still looking for something. You don’t know when it hit me, but you realized, you don’t want him to go down the same path you did.

So, you decided to try to help him.

You were a woman with daddy issues, looking for validation in the wrong places. It was like you didn’t know how to not hurt yourself. It was like you thought the pain was the only thing that made you feel alive but you knew you had to try for Megumi.

“Would you like some help with your homework, Megumi?" You asked one day, as he sat at the kitchen table, scribbling over a sheet of paper. I could tell he was frustrated, his brows furrowed and his fist clenched as if the words on the page were just as unreachable as the affection he wanted.

Megumi looked up, eyes wary and defensive but also tired. "I don’t need your help." He said staring me down.

You sigh softly. “I know you don’t need it. But I’m offering,” You said softly, pulling out the chair next to him. "I'm not trying to do it for you. Just… want to make it easier."

He hesitated, but after a beat, he slid the paper towards me. "Fine.."

Your eyes widen slightly and you smile softly before explaining the problems step by step to him. It was simple stuff, but it wasn’t the homework that mattered. It was just being there, like a presence that didn’t leave when it was inconvenient, like something stable in the chaos that followed us. You could see him relax a little, his shoulders dropping as I guided him through it. Maybe it wasn’t a miracle, but it was something. Something better than silence, better than emptiness.

The truth was, you’d become so accustomed to people leaving me that you didn’t know how to make them stay. But Megumi? He needed someone to stay. He needed someone who wouldn’t just disappear when things got hard. So, you did your best to be that person for him.

And even with Toji, you found myself silently craving a fraction of the attention you could never get from him. He had a way of looking at me, like you were just another distraction in his life, a passing moment and sometimes he saw you, truly saw you.

"You look like you need something," Toji said one night, glancing at me from across the room, his tone flat as ever. He was always like this.. distant, detached.

"Hm? It’s nothing." you muttered back, a bitter laugh escaping you, "Just thinking.”

Toji didn’t reply, his eyes flicking away, uninterested. And you felt that hollow ache again, the familiar sting of being unseen.

But then, there was Megumi. He might not say much, but he looked at me sometimes with those soft, hesitant eyes, like he knew something about me. Like he knew that you understood what it meant to be left behind.

And you couldn’t leave him behind like you’d been left.

So you kept showing up. You kept offering help, even when it felt like you were drowning in your own loneliness. Because, in the end, you had to believe it meant something to give that care to someone else. To make sure Megumi didn’t feel the same weight you did. You just needed to try and fix it before it was far too late.

Because, in the end, we all deserve to be seen. Even if the people who should have seen us never did.

#daddy issues #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #megumi fushiguro #modern au #angst #jjk x yn #toji x reader #toji x y/n #mother figure #age g4p

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anonymousewrites · 3 months ago

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Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twenty-Seven

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Living a Free Life

Summary: The aftermath of the battle against Beckett.

Mouse Note: We arrive at the end of the book! What a journey! And now MC is all grown up and living their best life as a captain on the sea, able to control the waves. Random facts I know about them and their life: Definitely call both Will and Jack 'Dad' randomly and the pair fight about who is the better parent (Elizabeth, 'Mom,' wins) Stops aging when they hit their twenties, immortal Their crew is made up of "outcasts" and people like them Is married to a siren But, yeah, thank you for enjoying and commenting and reading! You guys are the best, and I've loved sharing with you all! It means the world to me.

The Dutchman and the Black Pearl watched the remains of the Endeavor fall below the surface of the Caribbean.

“They’re turning away!” said Marty, watching the armada see its flagship destroyed.

Everyone cheered. (Y/N) proudly turned away from the sinking remains of the Endeavor and hopped onto the deck.

“Well, that’s handled!” said (Y/N).

Elizabeth, Jack, Barbossa, and a few other adults who knew (Y/N) just stared at them after watching them destroy a ship with their simple will.

“Have I ever told you how much I like you?” said Jack, patting them on the shoulder. He was incredibly aware of what (Y/N) was capable of now that they had all their abilities. “And just how much you don’t need to do ever do that to the Pearl?”

(Y/N) smiled. “I think I’ve got it out of my system.”

“Lord save us, we’ve got another witch,” said Gibbs.

“Aye, but this one is on our side,” said Barbossa.

“I’m on my own side,” said (Y/N). “I’m the sea.”

“Wind in your sails,” squawked Cotton’s parrot, finally returning.

(Y/N) grinned.

“I’m so proud of you,” said Elizabeth, hugging (Y/N).

Throughout the Pearl and every other pirate ship, cheers went up as the armada fled. People fired pistols and tossed hats in the air with joy at being free for another day.

“Pearl,” said Jack.

“Yes?” said (Y/N).

He took off his hat and handed it to them. “You may throw your hat if you like.”

“Aye, aye,” said (Y/N), smiling. They took his hat and threw it in the air with a grin.

As the sun set, the Pearl and Dutchman drifted closer, and Jack, (Y/N), and Elizabeth walked to the railing of the ship. Will walked to the railing of his, and they all looked at one another.

“You’re alive,” said Elizabeth. Her eyes drifted to the scar stretching across Will’s chest.

“And you still have my heart,” said Will, smiling. “You’re my wife.” He looked at (Y/N). “And you’re family, too.”

“We’re even closer now that you’re a part of the sea,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“I guess we are,” said Will, chuckling.

“Well, good to know everyone’s pleased,” said Jack.

“What happens now?” said Elizabeth, gazing at Will.

“I want to be with my wife,” said Will. “Forever.”

“Are you offering me a job?” said Elizabeth, smiling.

“A partnership. You are the King of Pirates,” said Will. “And the woman I love.” He extended a hand. “This ship has a purpose. And I want to use all my remaining freedom to be with the ones I love.”

Elizabeth’s smile turned loving. She took his hand and carefully jumped over to the Dutchman. “I’m always by your side.” She kissed him, and Will kissed her back.

When they parted, they looked at (Y/N).

“We’d love to have you, too,” said Will.

“You’re family, (Y/N). No matter if you’re a nereid or a human, you are our family, and we love you,” said Elizabeth.

(Y/N) shook their head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go with you.”

“It’s time for your own adventure,” said Elizabeth knowingly, smiling sadly at (Y/N).

“It is,” said (Y/N). “But I’ll visit.” They gestured to the sea. “I can find you wherever you go.”

“Can we at least say goodbye?” said Will.

(Y/N) smiled and hopped over to the Dutchman. They hugged Elizabeth and Will. “I love you two. I hope you know that. You made me who I am today.”

Will and Elizabeth smiled and hugged them back.

“You’ve always been wonderful,” said Elizabeth. “I’m lucky to be your sister. Don’t get too far, alright?”

“I’m the sea. I’m always with you,” said (Y/N).

“Stay safe,” said Will. “We love you and want you to be safe.”

“You know I like adventure too much to hide in ‘safety,’ ” said (Y/N).

Will sighed and chuckled fondly. He squeezed their shoulder again before letting go.

(Y/N) smiled and hopped back to the Pearl. Will and Elizabeth looked at Jack.

“If you hurt them, we’ll hunt you down, Pearl or not,” said Elizabeth, glaring at Jack.

“And don’t forget I can hunt you forever,” said Will, crossing his arms.

“Good to know you’ll be lording immortality over me for the rest of our lives,” said Jack. Elizabeth and Will glowered, and he put up his hands. “You know I wouldn’t hurt them.”

Will and Elizabeth relaxed. They knew he wouldn’t.

“We’ll miss you, (Y/N),” said Will.

“Don’t stay away too long,” said Elizabeth.

“I won’t,” said (Y/N). “I love you, too.” They smiled and watched as the Dutchman began to drift off. Will and Elizabeth would always been in their heart, and (Y/N) would always be able to find them again. They were family.

“What are you going to do now?” said Jack, leaning on the railing beside them.

“I have something I want to finish,” said (Y/N).

“What be we doin’ back at this cursed island?” said Barbossa, looking at the island in question.

(Y/N) stared at the decaying corpse of the kraken on the beach. “I’m going to give it a proper burial.”

“I’m not going back towards it,” said Jack. “I’ve gotten close enough.” He was eaten by it, and that does something to a man.

“That’s fine. We don’t need to be closer,” said (Y/N). They simply looked out at the sea.

As they gazed at the beach, the tide began to rise rapidly. It swelled up and under the kraken, and as it pushed and pulled, the water dislodged the kraken from the sand. It slid into the water where the current pulled it farther out to see. (Y/N) gazed at the kraken’s body as it sunk beneath the waves. It would rest in peace in the sea.

“There,” said (Y/N).

“Are you always going to have that much power over the sea?” said Jack, staring.

“Does it make you nervous?” said (Y/N).

“Calypso was dangerous,” said Barbossa.

(Y/N) grinned at him. “So am I, but so far no one has given me a reason to attack.” They shrugged. “And besides, I don’t know the limits of my abilities. I just reconnected with them.”

“I release Calypso, and my reward is a mini one,” grumbled Barbossa, walking away.

“And yet he’s not going to do anything about it,” said Jack.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Most likely a smart decision.”

“So, you’ve given the kraken a final resting place,” said Jack, looking out at the empty beach. “I’m going to pretend I’m not offended by the fact it got a funeral and not me—”

“You did.”

“—did I? No one told me,” said Jack. (Y/N) smiled, knowing he was looking for attention. “Your business is done, what will you do now?”

(Y/N) looked at Jack. “I find a new adventure.”

“Ah,” said Jack, looking at (Y/N). He cleared his throat and looked back at the sea. “What a coincidence, I am an excellent adventurer.”

“Is that an offer to go with you?” said (Y/N).

Jack shrugged. “Maybe.”

(Y/N) smiled. “I’d like to.” Their smile fell, and they tilted their head. “But first I have a question.”

“What?” said Jack.

“Why do you call me ‘Pearl?’ ” said (Y/N).

�� Jack fell silent. “It’s, uh, just a name.”

“The name of your ship,” pointed out (Y/N). “You do a lot of things based on your current mood, but that feels a bit too significant. And I don’t understand it.”

“I thought it would be obvious,” chuckled Jack.

“Nothing about you is obvious other than your insanity,” said (Y/N).

“I take great offense to that, but I’ll allow it,” said Jack. He looked at (Y/N). “You’re important to me. It’s weird. You’re like…family. Like my kid. And that makes you precious. Like a pearl.”

(Y/N) stared at him. “You think of me as family?” They spoke slowly, hesitantly.

Jack looked at them and nodded. “Strange, right? I don’t seem like the fathering type.”

“Not really,” said (Y/N).

“But I guess somewhere along the line I became fond of you. Strange how that happens,” said Jack.

“Not as strange as me being fond of a pirate like yourself,” said (Y/N).

Jack smiled. (Y/N) was also fond of him, then. “Says the pirate.”

“Nereid,” chirped (Y/N).

“Even worse than a pirate,” said Jack.

Water splashed Jack from below, and he spluttered. (Y/N) laughed.

Jack wiped seawater from his face, reached over, and ruffled (Y/N)’s hair. “But I was being serious, you know that, correct? You’re my pearl.”

(Y/N) smiled and leaned into him. “I know. I trust you.”

“I thought you didn’t trust me,” said Jack.

“I had faith in you. Now I have trust,” said (Y/N). “You’re family.”

Jack put an arm around them in a hug. “We’re family.”

(Y/N) looked out at the sea. They could feel the Dutchman, leagues away, and knew Elizabeth and Will were happy. They had Jack by their side. They knew Calypso and her magic lived in every wave. And (Y/N) was loved. They were free.

They were free on the sea.

Many years later…

“Captain! Ships are coming up on us!”

“An enemy?”

“They don’t have their cannons out.”

“Keep a wary eye.”

“Aye, Captain Pearl.”

(Y/N) opened their spyglass to look at the approaching ship. They grinned as they saw the familiar ship. “No need for alarm. It’s the Pearl and Dutchman.”

Whispers went up in the newer crewmembers.

“The Dutchman? Isn’t that a ghost ship?” said one.

“What are we, then?” said (Y/N)’s first mate, amused. “We’re as magical as them.”

“But the Dutchman—”

“Relax,” said (Y/N), walking down to the deck. “Neither ship is a threat to us.” They smiled. “This is a family reunion.” They could see Jack, Elizabeth, and Will clearly now. Their family was back together, and they were all still connected.

(Y/N) had everything they ever wanted. They had freedom. They had family. They had the sea.

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Happy Mothers Day!!

HBO!Ellie Williams X MotherFigure!Reader

THIS CHARACTER IS UNDER 18 SO THIS FIC IS STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!!!!

Summary: The first mothers day Ellie has ever celebrated and she's going to make sure that it's amazing.

Contents: tooth rotting fluff, happiness, extreme cuteness

Pancakes were supposed to be simple. Key word supposed.

Ellie woke up at the ass crack of dawn that morning, she had set her alarm clock for 6m and had switched yours off- discreetly forcing you into sleeping over time. She'd gathered all the ingredients the recipe had told her. Said recipe having been ripped out of the book they were originally in and found laying near a library a little outside of Jackson.

Ellie had squeezed fresh apple juice as she waited for the first pancake to cook through. A bad habit of Ellie's was losing track of time, she got carried away, squeezing the apple juice lead to her finding cutlery which lead to her cleaning said cutlery which lead to finding the right tray to put the silverware on. Ending up with the smell of burning flooding the kitchen.

She slammed the kitchens door, attempting to stop the smoke from wafting through the house alerting you of her antics and waking you up. She opened the window, the chilly air ventilating out the smell of smoke before she turned off the stove.

To say the pancake was a little crisp would be a bit of an understatement.

Shit. She only had enough for two, one for you, one for her. Oh well... She'll have the burnt one, today's about you anyways.

Take two was a little more successful a bit crisp on the edges but it'll do. She flopped them onto the two blue and white china plates- covering yours in fruit and hers in chocolate, balancing them on a wooden tray with the two glasses of juice before she took to the stairs.

She nudged open the door with her foot as she walked into the dark room, curtains closed and blocking out the ever insistent sunrise from seeping into your bedroom.

Cautiously, she placed the tray on your bedside table quietly before tiptoeing over to you window and drawing the curtains apart- the warm glow of the morning lightening the space.

Ellie watched as your eyes fluttered open. "Fuck kiddo. What time is it?" You grunted rolling over to look at your alarm clock 7:45am. 1 hour and 30 minutes late for patrol. Before you opened your mouth the soft voice of your daughter interrupted you.

"Don't worry Mom... I talked to Maria and she cancelled your patrol today" her hand gestured towards the tray of overlooked pancakes, before she whispered a shy "Happy mothers day mama..."

"Oh sweet girl come here" you opened your eyes as a blur of brown hair launched itself at you, her arms wrapping around you and giggling when you pecked her forehead lovingly.

"I tried to make you breakfast. It's not the best but-"

"It looks amazing kiddo. Thank you so much_ you smiled into her hair, before scooching up the bed- your back meeting the headboard as you move the tray onto your lap.

You took a bite of the fruit covered pancake, and honestly you couldn't tell whether or not Ellie was a culinary genius or you were just a smitten mother. Because fuck it tasted good.

Ellie's doe eyes looked up at you expectantly and with worry and anticipation. "Well done Ellie. This tastes so so so so good. You gotta cook for me more often now kid." You hummed, she seemed content with your answer.

"oh wait I got you something else" the girl said darting off your bed and out of the room before swiftly returning with what looked like... A sketch book? "I uh didn't really know what to get you and I thought you would enjoy something personal... So..." She shoved the sketch book into your hands "here."

You set your food aside, opting to open up the leather bound pad of paper instead. The first page read.

To Mom.

I know how much you like my drawings so I decided to put something together for you. Happy Mothers day.

Love Ellie.

You flipped to the next page and there was a beautiful sketch of you, sitting a the barstool of your kitchen island, glasses resting on the bridge of your nose as you read a new recipe

The next one was of you and Ellie. She had sketched out and traced the photo you both took in the malls arcade.

The next one was of a cartoon giraffe wearing a space suit on the moon.

It went on and on and on for 80 pages, sketches of you, her favourite things, her favourite hobbies, her favourite people it was so so so beautiful.

A single tear dripped down your cheek, "come over here baby" you sniffles hugging your girl tightly "my baby's so talented..." You hummed hands playing with her hair as she smiled joyfully.

"Thank you so much kiddo.."

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I actually celebrated mothers day 2 months ago! But I have baby fever rn so here I am again, healing Ellie Williams mommy issues.

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