#so they all acquired friends/family status in my head

[shytastemakerthing]

Morning/Afternoon/Evening to you!

May I request some slight angst/comfort headcanons of Leona & Malleus with a Yuu who has a crush on them, & some other rando student outed them to their crush as a cruel prank so now their scared & embarrassed (but they don’t know yet that their feels are reciprocated)?

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for your request! First one with the angst to comfort so this should be really fun! Enjoy! Also, the reader's dorm is not given, choose as you please! Reader referred to as Herbivore in Leona's, species not mentioned in Malleus', but referred to as My Treasure

Tw: None

Request: Leona and Malleus with Yuu who has a crush

Having a crush on the lazy lion was certainly something of an acquired taste, at least, that is what your friends had told you when they found out

He was lazy, brash, really seemed to only care about one thing in his life, was not a fan of his family, the list seemed to go on

But it wasn't something you really cared about

It had been just like any other day

You were in the botanical gardens at the moment, working on collecting a few things that were going to be needed for Crewel's up coming assignment that day, your partner not exactly the most helpful

Rather rude, if we were going to be honest, only piggybacking on you for the good grade

What you didn't know was that they knew of this little crush that you happened to have on their dorm leader

And that said dorm leader was in their line of sights

You don't fully know what happened

One moment, you were collecting materials, the next you saw your partner with said lion, having a rather coy grin on their face as they seemed to be spilling out pretty much everything that they knew of this little crush

You could feel your heart racing, hands beginning to sweat, throat dried up, the panic setting in as you see Leona turning to face you

You were pretty sure you were on the verge of hyperventilating but you wasted no time in getting as far away from the botanical gardens as possible, dropping your supplies

Eyes blurring with tears, making them burn, the same burn that filled your lungs and ran through your legs as you kept running

You weren't seen in class that day, nor for the rest of that day

There was no way you were going to leave your dorm now, not when he knew

All because of some cruel joke, just because your partner got picked with you for this assignment

It was already getting rather late out, and you had finally managed to get yourself under control, grimacing in the mirror at how puffy and red your eyes and cheeks looked when you heard a knock on the door

Just hoping that whoever it was would just go away, you opted to stay where you were

Until you heard another knock followed by an all too familiar voice that made your throat clench, the tears threatening to come back

Knowing full well that Leona wouldn't leave until you answered, you managed to trudge your feet along until you made it to the door before finally opening it, keeping your gaze to the ground

Leona was a man who was not the best with emotional speeches, believing that actions meant far more than words

So you were left rather stunned when his head pushed against yours in almost a nuzzling fashion

"Tch, making me chase you down through this whole school. You're lucky that those feelings of yours are mutual, Herbivore."

Out of all of the people that were here in NRC, you just happened to fall in love with one of the five more powerful people in this world, head of Diasomnia, next in line as king of Briar Valley, Malleus Draconia himself

You certainly knew that he was way out of your league

Granted, you had a few small conversations here and there as you were someone who never seemed to be afraid to approach him, something he will always be grateful for, it just didn't seem likely, nor would be be logical for him to choose someone as you for a partner, given the different status you both share

You wouldn't say that you were close with Malleus, but to others, it was clear that he enjoyed the presence you gave him and the nice little talks here and there when the both of you weren't busy

And there was a member of his dorm that didn't really seem to like just how close you were with their housewarden (not Sebek for once)

You were just arriving to Diasomnia with a new book in your hand that you had just found on Gargoyles, one that Malleus had mentioned was missing from his collection, so when you saw it in Sam's shop of all places, you knew you had to get it, no matter how high the price for it was

Though it was as if Sam had known what the purpose of the book would be and had given you a rather nice discount on it

There was a pep in your step and a smile on your face before you came to a halt just before going into the common room, seeing Malleus there walking with another fae member of the dorm, one that didn't exactly look all too pleased

There was not so much that you were able to hear in the conversation, but you certainly heard your name, the jab at your social status, how someone like you didn't even deserve the right to be in the presence of Malleus, let alone be walking into the dorm of the Great Thorn Fairy, that this little crush you had on him should be snuffed out immediately

You had dropped the book in your hands, gathering the attention of the two fae in the room and the first thing Malleus would see was the tears lining your cheeks as you tried to keep the sniffling at bay as you quickly turned on your heel, running from the dorm as fast as your legs could take you

Instantly called for Lilia to take care of this dorm member who had no right to say what they did as there were far more important matters to tend too

You were glad that classes were over for the day because there was no way that you were going to be able to make it to them in this sorry state

Your heart was clenched in your chest so hard that it was physically painful, no matter how many times you would wipe the tears, they just kept coming, along with the sobs that wracked your form

Your eyes were so blurry that you hadn't noticed the small flurry of green speckles that began to materialize in your room

Not before a rather large jacket was being placed over your form, making you jump instantly, as you were in your own room and you hadn't heard the door open, only to see Malleus there, the jacket of his dorm uniform over your shoudlers

You hadn't even realized you were shivering until he had placed it over you

Quickly looking away, you tried to clean yourself up a bit, to not seem more pathetic than what you probably already looked before you felt him sit next to you, one hand coming to rest on top of yours

It was then you realized that he was now carrying the book that you had gotten for him in his other hand

Then you would see the most gentle smile on his face, a glow to those beautiful green eyes, his fingers weaving between yours as he gave them a small squeeze

"No matter the differences that are between us, there is no one else that I would rather spend the rest of my days with, than you, My Treasure."

I freaking loved writing this one! I may delve more into this and try to make a full one-shot for these. What do you guys think, should I do it??

Have a wonderful day/night!

[utilitycaster]

a get to know me thing

tagged by: @ittybittyremy

last song: In a cool and move that shows I'm very down with the youth culture it was Love, Unrequited from Gilbert and Sullivan's Iolanthe; it was an extremely cold walk home from the metro last night and I thought patter songs would help (they didn't)

favorite color: when I was a child I once asked my father about his favorite color and he said it depends on the context, which explains a lot about him, me, and the fact that at the time I was like that's weird the best color is obviously purple. anyway it depends on the context but I just acquired a warm red couch and I'm really enjoying it. I mostly wear green, black, and gray though.

last book: The Hum and the Shiver; it's urban/modern fantasy set in small-town Appalachia (East Tennessee) and is the first of a series about the Tufa, who are either the Tuatha Dé Danann or descended from them.

last movie: oh god I don't think I've watched a movie since my Nic Cage Face/Off watch in late October.

last tv show: Also literally can't recall although apparently WWDITS had its final season while I was out Veilguarding all November so I may watch a bunch tomorrow evening. I follow a LOT of actual play; I'll be watching Severance S2 in January but TV shows have to work for my viewing at this point.

sweet/spicy/savory: not to be predictable but "it depends on the context" I do at this point lean a bit more towards savory than sweet though. definitely sweet when I was a kid though.

relationship status: single

last thing I googled: several things that would provide more information about my and my friends' addresses and lives than I'd like so the last one I'll share was Puttery, which is apparently an indoor mini golf bar near Gallery Place; I was at the holiday market with some friends and I were like why is this seeming cocktail place called something as weird as "Puttery".

current obsession: sorry Disco Elysium I am still more obsessed with Veilguard; objectively speaking you are more innovative and a more complex story and your vibes are great but I miss my wife (Neve Gallus), Tails, I miss her a lot. I suppose on a more abstract level I am also very obsessed with the tweet about the system of Disco Elysium but for a young witch solving the disappearance of her neighbor's cat in a small town in the alps, and thoughts about cultural trends towards "cozy" "wholesome" "soft" fiction that demands the comfort and "everything will be okay" of children's literature be present in works along with complexity and at times medium that is in direct conflict, and even more generally a cultural trend towards wanting to live in a world with the lack of responsibilities or accountability of a (privileged) child and the freedom of a (privileged) adult, and how the fiction thing is straight up impossible and the larger cultural thing only works at the hands of the labor of many other people and yet these are really popular in left-leaning internet circles.

looking forward to: I'm visiting family (heading up Wednesday) which will be nice!

I'm taking the tag cop out route as I'm wont to do, but feel free to tag yourself off this if you want to do it.

[mechazushi]

Story Idea

Due to a combination of watching Unwanted Undead Adventurer, an influx of period drama webcomics (My In-laws Are Obsessed With Me, Remarried Empress, The Duke Changes Every Night), and some reoccurring tropes I have yet to see subverted, a cluster of errant brain cells decided to have this sit in the back of my head recently, so I'm posting this here before it has a chance to collect dust.

To begin, this idea takes place in a high fantasy setting, similar level to fantasy Iseki. It starts in a newly established town in a recently acquired territory. It has a Mayor, but the general populace agrees that they're just a bureaucratic figurehead for the real rulers of this large and busy backwater territory. A very rich and somewhat powerful family that technically own the land and have Feudal Lord Status (I don't want to make them immediately a Dukedom for reasons explained in a min). The Mayor runs the infrastructure and the family brings in the money to support the town, sponsoring businesses, owners, and buildings alike. One in question is the Adventurer's Guild.

The Guild is run by a woman (Lets label her as FL for now). She's half? Quarter? Dwarf and was an adventurer for many years thanks to her mixed lineage (basically older than she looks while being well preserved) After a harrowing experience and recovered from a non-fatal injury, FL decided to slow things down and work at a Guild. After rising from desk clerk to Management, she gained employment at a newly constructed Guild in a distant land. Most of her days are spent shuffling paper and discussing policies with important people, occasionally broken up with quality inspection checks and introducing adventurers with each other.

Eventually rumors are being spread about a bill that might be passed soon that, to the common folk it sounds good, but could spell disaster for her adventuring friends and colleagues in the long run. FL attempts to quash peoples fears while also lightly and indirectly insults the ruling family. This discussion gets maliciously twisted and sent up the grapevine to the Feudal Family's ears, causing them to respond with a letter stating that FL is to remove herself from her position soon or she will be removed forcefully. Seeing this as an overreaction, she books a meeting with the ruling family to smooth matters over.

She gets there and they make her wait for almost two hours, stating that they are waiting for all family members to arrive before they can discuss things. To make matters worse, in walks the male love interest (ML for now and, I don't know why, but I picture him entering through a second floor balcony for reasons I guess) Agitated and appalled at this behavior, assuming that someone that crazy couldn't be apart of the royal family, FL practically rips into her eventual love interest and tells him how stupid and ridiculous this family is, not knowing he is really the prince, heir to the title of the land. The butler comes in and upon seeing the prince, announces that he has found everyone and the meeting can begin.

FL, in the beginning, can't focus on the meeting to save her life, let alone her career, especially with the prince sitting within line of sight and giving the most intensely neutral expression. Eventually, she gets her act together, saves her job and convinces the family to talk to the Mayor about the bill while proposing some minor changes to its wording. After everyone leaves, the prince walks behind everyone so he can have a private conversation with FL. ML asks if having that meetings' resolution go her way did anything to change her mind about how she see the Lordship and his family. Misinterpreting mirth for veiled venom, Ml responds dramatically with,

"No, I said what I said. Yes, they did eventually listen to reason, but don't forget that this all started by and overreaction to a silly rumor that could of been avoided had someone sent a representative to talk about things. If this response displeases you so greatly as to causes you to talk your family through with their previous threat and dethrone me then you are only proving me right. And as you attempt to drown my words of supposed insolence and rebellion with crates of fine wine and expensive furs, then I pray that this conversation still reaches your ears on occasion and remind you that, statistically, I'm not the only one in this town to feel opposed to this family's existence, but I maybe the first to not recant my opinion under threat." FL leaves him behind as ML only looks at her walking away, smiling suspiciously.

This kick-starts a series of events that unintentionally cause these two to fall in love with each other, exponentially gain power and status slowly through various circumstances , and in the process, realize that their love language is being petty with each other.

Personally, I like to imagine that it starts with ML hiring professional transcribers to write out a hundred letters a day, all saying MARRY ME in fancy lettering and delivers them to the Guilds main office in batches. Only for FL to gather them all, take them to the emergency watchtower (that can be seen from everywhere) and use them as fuel for a large signal fire and uses it to spell NO in smoke signal. This only causes ML to come down to the Guild and register as an adventurer. To make matters worse, he's naturally gifted with a sword and has a confirmed high mana count and powerful spellcasting abilities, which technically make him a high priority adventurer. Irritated but not one to back down from a challenge, FL decides that if he wants to be an adventurer so badly, then he should get private lessons from a once prominent veteran explorer. Her Druid like spellcasting may be considered low tier and basic, but she can (and will) use them to make his informative ventures a living hell. Obviously this caused them to bond, something comes up in a diplomatic sense that he needs a wife like figure for. She gets bribed into taking the role...badda bing, badda boom, they're married for real, have three kids and are king and queen of their own country.

Really, my brain set out to make this to subvert two tropes? that I've noticed.

Guild Masters in media tend to be male

2. Most, if not all, of female lead protagonists in period drama translated from korean/chinese/other are all tall-ish, thin women with long, light hair or black.

No brown hair, no short women, definitely no plus sized. Also minimal permanent glasses wearers. Which I find to be disappointing not because I want to inject diversity, but because short, chunky brunette glasses wearers are an underrated and untapped variety of waifu and that should be fixed. Also how many MAIN characters can you name that are Guild Masters. Untapped job description that could easily add political drama. And owned by a woman? Triple S tier rare my friend.

So yeah. I have other things I'm working on and I don't know if I'll ever be dedicated enough or be a good enough of a writer to make a fantasy political romance thriller. Romance I can do, its the politics I would have a problem with. That and I have NO idea how one would go about asking an artist if they would like to collab with a no experience writer who is kinda flaky on publishing times and personal motivation. So, yeah. If you or someone you know would like this idea and thinks they could really make some magic, show them this. Fanart, short story, actual publication, doesn't matter. I promise I'm not going to show up three years later and be like " Um ACTUALLY YOU STOLE THIS IDEA FROM ME AND I WOULD LIKE COMPENSATION!!!" Seriously, scouts honor, I verify as NOT an asshole. Do something with this or not, don't care.

Really... I'll just be happy to see people talking to me and adding on cute scenarios onto this and we all just share having a collective interest in this silly, long winded idea that I put out here for others creative liberties.

[miercolaes]

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BASICS

full name. wednesday morrigan addams

nickname. wends / weds / little (noun)

gender. entity cisfemale

height. 4ft 11 / 151cm

age. 18 - 30+ , in most threads in early 20s

zodiac. scorpio sun , virgo moon , aquarius rising

spoken languages. english , spanish , french , italian , german , modern standard arabic , latin , sanskrit , korean.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

hair color. ebony black

eye color. obsidian

skin tone. deep cool olive tone

body type. athletic

voice. deadpan , monotonous , slightly raspy

dominant hand. right

posture. composed , standing straight with her shoulders rolled back , chin usually aimed inwards towards her chest , gaze forward and usually upward which mimics the infamous kubrick stare , although she always looks stiff , resembling a corpse

scars. many throughout the years , all have healed leaving no apparent mark , although you're encouraged to make one that lasts

tattoos. lilith's sigil at the back of her head / base of bottom hairline , eye of ra at the crook of her right elbow

birthmarks. none

most noticeable features. tiny frame adorned with sharp jawline that could cut , eyes wide enough to stare into your soul , hair so dark in contrast to her natural pallor

CHILDHOOD

place of birth. westfield , new jersey

hometown. thread dependent , the addamses are all over the place (including hiding in your basement or walls)

siblings. pugsley , pubert , but most importantly thread dependent given the fact the addamses would adopt about anyone

parents. morticia gomez (nee frump) , gomez addams

ADULT LIFE

occupation. private detective , forensic pathologist , secretary at some random corporation

current residence. verse dependent

close friends. eddie , janessa , nancy (on the top of my head, but thread dependent)

relationship status. verse dependent , and keep in mind this blog is multi everything

financial status. wealthy (family inheritance & investments)

driver's license. acquired here , but she wouldn't drive unless it's vital , she'd rather have someone else drive

criminal record. everything's checked , a weird bucket list if you ask me , but she did it before her 18th bday

vices. smoking cigars , getting into trouble , violent tendencies , obsessiveness

SEX & ROMANCE

sexual orientation. pansexual , but most importantly demisexual

preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch

preferred sexual role. submissive | dominant | switch

libido. none for most of the time , but can go high with the right partner in a pretty much morbid environment

love language. a blend of acts of service (supporting her interests & demonstrating reliability) , physical touch (subtle gestures & respecting boundaries) , shared experiences (memorable experiences) , quality time (listening to her thoughts , engaging in discussions , non-verbal communication , standing by her side) , making restitution (action over words). to truly connect with her , one must appreciate her dark , introspective nature and be willing to engage with her on a deep , meaningful level. respecting her individuality , supporting her unique interests and creating memorable experiences are key to understanding and expressing love in a way that resonates with her.

relationship tendencies. faithful to the point of obsession , jealousy rooted in her soul , would die & kill for you

MISCELLANEOUS

character's theme song. bury a friend , billie eilish

hobbies to pass time. taxidermy , playing the cello , writing , breaking and entering ?????

left or right brained. left trained , right born

fears. heliophobia (sunlight phobia) , necrophobia (death phobia) , agateophobia (insanity phobia) , anthropophobia (society / people phobia) , fear of losing her loved ones , fear of rejection , haphephobia (touch phobia) , agoraphobia

self confidence level. high & through the roof

vulnerabilities. anything that requires emotional intelligence , not understanding her own emotions , trying to rationalize emotions , did i say emotions ???

[dybdahlsvisitportugalspainfrance]

Evora

September 6, 2021

What a day!!! We left Lisboa today and headed east to Evora pronounced EV-or-a. Evora is this delightful walled city - but that has to wait because we had many wonderful adventures before we got here. We left Lisboa via the Vasco da Gama Bridge - the longest bridge in Europe - 12 miles long.

To get there we transversed a beautiful neighborhood called Parque das Nações (Park of Nations) built for the Lisboa's 1998 World Expo (think "World's Fair." This beautiful well planned and VERY pricey area housed the expositions of the more than 100 countries that participated. After the Expo the area became a beautiful community, complete with schools, hospitals, grocery stores and office space. It even had its own train station, (below) Aquarium and Casino.

We all enjoy driving through this area and seeing some beautiful sites - albeit from the bus.

We even saw the statue of "Gil" the mascot of the Expo. Carolina said that no descent Portuguese child would be without some form of "Gil" during that time.

It was not long after we exited the bridge that we found ourselves in the country - truly on the backroads. Our first stop was at a small tile store where we got a demonstration and then got to try our hand at painting our own tile.

Some people opted for freehand - but I used a stencil. I choose a Rooster because the Rooster a symbol of Portugal. "WHY?" You ask. Because of this CLEARLY TRUE story: (The details escape me - but here you go... I apologize in advance to the good Portuguese people for my rendition of this story. ) A good Portuguese man was accused of a crime and at the time - that meant hanging. Every descent town at the time had a pillory. But the man protested. He looked at the chicken on the platter and said something like - "If I am innocent, that chicken will rise up and declare it." But the baked bird just stay on the platter... So off he went to be hung. Just as the rope was being put around his neck.. COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!!! And the man was saved!! Justice was done - as it is in all of Portugal! So, I picked the rooster! Here is my pathetic rooster pre-firing.  Stay tuned to see what it looks like later!

I think it looks like a bird with a squirrel tale - but this is not my area of talent. Oh-well. It was fun.

Next we went to a cheese museum. Our friends, Tom & Nora, took this tour a few years ago and have stayed in contact with the delightful woman who owns this farm, Filipa. They really hoped we would connect with her and occasionally things go exactly as planned.

Mark looks strange here but Filipa and I look good - so this is the pic.

She makes sheep milk cheese and we got to make our own. The process is fascinating and took much less time than I imagined.

The liquid running down the table is whey and that is used to make ricotta. We got to pack the cheese into the small molds and do a little more squeezing and then it went on the table. The other surprise was that she told us to use the liquid on our hands and rub it in. It is 100% fat and as such made a great moisturizer. My hands felt great all day. Our "starter" for lunch was cheese, cheese, cheese and cheese and chutney. Each "cheese" was the same cheese at a different age - from newly squeezed by us to 3 weeks old. DELICIOUS!!!

We had a fabulous lunch with lots of farm fresh foods and then we were on our way.

The next stop was at a cork factory. Absolutely fascinating! First - what is cork? This is the answer I like best: Cork is the outer bark of the cork oak tree.

The cork trees, from which cork is harvested, are evergreen trees of the family of oaks and chestnut trees. These trees only exist in some Mediterranean countries - Portugal, Spain, Italy, France, Morocco, Tunisia and Algeria. The cork oak is the only tree whose bark regenerates itself, acquiring a smoother texture after each extraction. It may be harvested about 17 times over a longevity that is on average 200 years. Removing the bark does not hurt the tree - but actually keeps it healthier. I could go on and on about this - but watch this video and then read the explaining. They do a much better job than I could ever do. After that are some pics i took. You just don't know what you don't know!!!

The trees are beautiful and because they are cork oats produce acorns.

The pigs love these acorns and this area is not only famous for the cork - but also for the pork and pork products.

We learned so much and so enjoyed this discovery day!!

From here we headed to Evora and our first pousada - Covento de Evora. Pousadas are old monestaries, castles, palaces, nunneries, etc that are now owned by the state and serve as top notch hotels while keeping the history of the place.

And what is Annie taking a picture of?????

It looks beautiful at night too!

Here is the history of this pousada:

We are cell 115.

I'm pretty sure this is way nicer than it was when this place was peopled with monks.

More on this place later.

Stay tuned!

[marissawilliams]

Fieldwork Ch. 13: Migration

The person I interviewed about their immigrant story is my father. My whole family is Jamaican on both sides so almost all my family members expect my siblings are immigrants. While my mother is an immigrant as well I chose my father for this because there were times he was not involved in my life due to his situation. My father immigrated from Kingston, Jamaica. The pushes and pulls as to why he decided to come here was that my sister and I were born in the States and Jamaican currency did not amount to the U.S. and he was not able to support us. While he had a degree, a home, and was able to live fine where he was he wanted a better relationship with his kids. Going about this was not easy because my grandparents stayed in Jamaica and he had to go through the process alone. This process to move to the States took him roughly 4 years to complete. Bridges and Barriers he faced were with the Trump administration cutting down on immigrants with ICE he had to be super careful how he went about finding work with his status. While being undocumented he faced nasty people who would judge his situation, treat him differently because of it, or hold it over his head. Instead of feeling a sense of security around law enforcement, he was always paranoid. This paranoia almost ate him up to a point where he felt like he could not handle it and had to turn to drugs. He is a Christian and even with not being too different from the people he was around life still was not looking up for him. He had to stay with a friend and work long hours because the pay was under the minimum to survive. He immigrated to the Tri-State area because I lived in Jersey at the time and my sister lived in New York so it was the perfect middle ground. New York was like an immigrant gold mine it always has been so he thought that would make things easier. He thought wrong. Even after acquiring a green card to be legally working better jobs nothing seemed to be looking up. The road to citizenship was also very rough but the hardest thing was the number of years he had to wait. Now he has a great job, house and is trying to further his education. I never realized how hard immigrating actually was but I’ll never take for granted anything given to me by my parent because they are really self-made. 

“We all want to be successful but success isn’t given so don’t think you don’t need to put in the work to achieve it” -My father 

[yandereforme]

Part 4: Green home

You first met Izuku midoriya when you were nine and he was ten. Izuku was hiding in the park from Bakugou when he heard heavy breathing and jumping sounds coming from nearby.

He quickly saw you trying to reach a bag that was stuck up in a nearby tree. Izuku had climbed it often enough that it wasn’t to hard for him to retrieve your bag.

Then, you hugged and thanked him, jokingly calling him your hero (stupid move). You then introduced yourself and explained that you started school next week at Aldera, as your new foster family already had kids who went there. It was your foster brother who put your bag in the tree.

You and izuku quickly became quite close. Izuku adored you, constantly encouraging you and relishing in your trust of him(I see you as being shorter than him, upping the protective behavior).

Even after you were told his quirk status, you didn’t care. You continued to partner with him on projects and sit with him at lunch. You always complimented his books.(you didn’t know how many notebooks he filled that were all about you.)

You came over to his house about a month into the friendship, and Inko adored you. You were sweet and polite and a great friend to her son.(she saw you as a daughter, and when you accidentally call her mom? She shed many happy tears)

Izuku finds out how bad things are between you and your foster brother when you are 11 and Izuku is 12 (two years before canon, and two years after meeting)(you are only a few months younger than him, like he was born in July and you in October kind of thing)

He is running from Bakugou and his cronies when he stumbles across you being surrounded by three older boys. Izuku sees you, bruised and battered, barely conscious, as your foster brother kicks you in the stomach and goes FERAL

When Bakugou and his follower find Izuku, they expect to see the weak nerd hiding or crying. Instead, they find Izuku bashing your foster brother’s head in with a book. Both of your foster brothers friends are already unconscious and bloody. When Izuku whirls around, even Bakugou takes half a step back at the feral look in his eyes.

“Izu…. Please…” You murmur, barely conscious, only registering the green hair. Izuku immediately bends over and picks you up, and you snuggle up to him as he takes you home bridal style.

Before he leaves, he smiles at Bakugou and puts a finger to his lips. Bakugou nods, and after Izuku leaves, has his extras swear to stay quiet.

Izuku hated the way many people underestimated him as a quirkless kid, but for once, it was useful. No one would believe that the older boys had been beaten to the point of being hospitalized by a small quirkless loser.

After you woke up, with the combined pressure of Inko and Izuku’s tears, you confessed how your foster parents encouraged the abuse and even participated in it.

Another good thing about being quirkless? People dismissed you a lot. And Izuku had always been smart. So it wasn’t hard to get your foster parents arrested and manipulate the courts into letting you stay with his mother, who had acquired her own foster license months ago (after the third time you came over late at night, unwilling to go home. Inko was optimistic, yes, but she wasn’t stupid.)

(Inko had always wanted both a daughter and a son. Izuku had always wanted a little sibling to dote on and protect. You fit perfectly, all kind and soft and sweet. Why would they hesitate)

(You needed them)

Edit: sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Life is sucky and I’ve had zero motivation, but now my muse is screaming. Side note, do you guys want all platonic for this or a romantic yan as well?

Bakugou interlude

Bakugou was pissed the nerd wasn’t willing to give him his all, but he knew enough not to say anything, espec after the old hag told him auntie Inko adopted the girl. And if he wasn’t bothering the nerd as much? It was just because auntie didn’t need more stress

(The old hag had always told him the Midoriya’s loved fiercely. He never understood until the alley.(That was a lie. He remembered the time a teacher hit the nerd and auntie found out. The teacher went missing days later and the nerd didn’t go to school for a week. He remembered the look in Aunties eyes when the old hag asked about it. It was the same look as the alley. He never wanted to be looked at like that again)

Mha Yandere series

Part 1: The dawn of quirks

You are the younger sibling of Yoichi and Hizashi Shigaraki(Yoichi is five years older, Hizashi is ten years older)

Yan! Yoichi

He’s more possessive than obsessive

Sees himself as your savior from Hizashi

Will try to take you with him when he leaves

Manipulative(gentle)

Won’t let anything be your fault(and if it is, he will blame Hizashi for teaching you to act like that)

He knows how controlling Hizashi is, so will let you do things as long as he comes with

Will sabotage any relationship you get into (platonic or romantic)

Is easily manipulated by cuteness

Thinks of you as his cute cheerleader, his sweet angel of a little sibling

Doesn’t understand how unhealthy and hypocritical he is

Yan! Hizashi Shigaraki

He sees you as a precious baby

Will refuse to punish you, but will take away anything that could ‘corrupt’ you

Will spoil you (he starts getting into crime when you were five, became big boss when you were seven)

Manipulative (forceful)

Is very controlling

Will only let you leave the house as a treat (will never let you leave alone)

Isn’t as easily manipulated as Yoichi, but has a weakness for you acting cute (calling him Hizanii will make him melt)

Has cameras all around the house

You will only do online school

You knew early on what Hizashi did for work. You pretended not to know, but you did. You always knew your brothers fought when you weren’t around, but would never fight in front of you. You learned to be a little manipulative early on, which let you get away with some free time.

When Yoichi leaves, it’s like a game of keep away. You are always being fought over like a toy. They will not openly badmouth each other, but they will slip in jabs at each other you pretend to ignore.

They didn’t know you were there during their big fight. They didn’t realize until they heard you cry out in pain. By the time they got to you, it was too late. They wept, as brothers, over your body. They would fight again another day, and they knew it, but for now, they mourned their sunshine.

Hizashi didn’t notice the sparking of a quirk inside you. If he did, he might have realized his dead little sibling wasn’t quite as gone as they thought.

Edit: please let me know in the comments if you want me to continue this.

[nael-opale]

10 fandoms 10 characters 10 tags....... I've not done a tag game in a while ! Thanks @muslim-flint, love you Rizou, will never stop saying that and meaning it with my whole heart

I like to add useless rules to make sense of things... So I'm going chronologically and I'll say who used to be my fave and who is my fave now, feel free NOT to follow my example (here's how it's actually supposed to look if you're not chaotically passionate about lists)

💀 Pirates Of The Caribbean

Ah yes, my (bi?)sexual awakening movie, good stuff. Jack Sparrow played a huge part, but can we all appreciate Elizabeth Swann, please ?

🏴 Treasure Planet

All the main characters are pure gold. My fave used to be Delbert Doppler (clumsy yet competent nerd ❤︎) but Captain Amelia...can't get over the way she talks in English (also gotta love their alchemy)

🛡Lord Of The Rings

Oh I love them all so much...obviously Aragorn is incredible but I love Pippin because he is a precious bean and he makes me smile

🌑 Le Pacte des Marchombres

Had to include Pierre Bottero's work somewhere... I love Ellana, always have, always will

☠️ One Piece

Yes, I have pirate issues. Loved Zoro for the longest time, very basic I know...and then Trafalgar Law showed up and I got even more basic

🔎 Sherlock BBC

Not my proudest fandom, but it was very important to me. Of course I loved the main characters, but I decided to only acknowledge Mrs Hudson today

🗑 Le Visiteur du Futur

It does not sound as good when you translate the title. Le Visiteur is my fave but Judith is so freaking cool !

⭐️ Steven Universe

I'll say Pearl because I relate to her and I love her growth but the Crystal Gems are basically family

✨ She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

I'm going to say Bow because I can't resist his adorable voice cracks, but Scorpia is pure and have you seen Double Trouble ? They are so entertaining, could watch them for hours

⚔️ Kaamelott

...is there any doubt for anyone that Bohort is my fave and always has been ?

Here come the tags, feel free to do it or not, love y'all ❤︎

@garnetrena / @little-water-lily / @kabbal / @superiorkenshi / @kaantt / @sherhaanks / @capitanogiorgio / @pingou7 / @feelix-felicis / @madou-dilou

[dari-ede]

In the Middle of the Night: Ch 22 (M)

Chapter 22: "Busco lo que escondes"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Pairing: Idol!RM/Namjoon x OFC

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Rating: M (language, explicit sexual scene)

Status: COMPLETE

Trigger warnings: trauma, flashbacks of domestic violence (there will be ***** symbols at the end and beginning of SMALL descriptive scene), miscommunication/relationship troubles

Warnings/Spoilers: sex toys (anal), spanking

*******

-SoFi, PTD Day 1-

It was the first day of the concert. I was currently in a private, VIP room that had a great view of the guys. I had acquired the room for all four days and invited the guys’ girlfriends and Ky. I had offered to get other private rooms for the guys’ families, but they all preferred to be a part of the crowd. They liked to witness the fans first-hand.

Currently, Unnie and Ky were having a conversation about the upcoming concert in Seoul. The show hadn’t started, so I had been looking around at the crowd. However, there were a few keywords Unnie and Ky had said that were pulling me to their discussion.

“Have you seriously never been to Korea?” Unnie asked Ky.

Ky nodded. “All my grandparents died when I was very young and all my aunts and uncles live here in the States, so there was never a reason to go. But this will be the first time I visit.”

This threw me off. I didn’t know about Ky going to Korea. “Wait, you’re going?”

“Yeah, Yoongi invited me to the Seoul concert,” Ky answered.

I looked appalled. He and Yoongi had become close over the years and were KakaoTalk buddies. Ky was going to be taking Yoongi to a Clippers game in the upcoming weeks. However, I’m the one who Ky had known the longest and in the two years I lived in Korea, he never came to visit. “So, if Yoongi asks, then you go?”

He gave me an innocent smile. “He gave me free tickets.”

I sent him a glare. “Freeloader,” I teased but kind of meant it.

Ky laughed and didn’t deny it.

Finally, the show started. The entire audience went wild as the lighting changed and the opening preview on the screens started.

As the show went on, there was an overwhelming sense of glee. Namjoon never looked more attractive than when he sweat bullets and tonight was no exception. It had been years since their last live audience and it was emotional for them. They looked exhausted and spent, but that didn’t stop them from giving it their all. I clapped and cheered the entire show, beating my vocals raw. When they gave their final bow to the crowd, I was in desperate need of either a cough drop or tea. I took easy and quick notice of Namjoon’s face. He was feeling a mixture of different emotions. He gave his blood, sweat, and tears to every individual in the audience. He had been couped up and kept away from what he loved and had finally been given his freedom.

Through the monitors, anyone could see how touched he was and how close to tears he was on several occasions. My heart swelled at seeing him. He was grateful, he was appreciative, and most importantly, he was happy.

Tears caught up to me eventually as the guys exited for the final time.

Ky and the girlfriends began to exit and I followed. However, before we left the stadium, I remembered something and rushed to the restroom.

****

I didn’t get to see the guys immediately after the show. They were put into private vehicles immediately after their bow and rushed to their hotel so as to avoid fans finding their location.

The girlfriends and I arrived at their hotel no more than half an hour after. Namjoon had sent me a message instantly after the show, asking my whereabouts. He seemed to have forgotten our small fight and was in a good mood by his very intimate and explicit language.

  MONI: You remembered to forget your night clothes, right? 😉

God, even the wink emoji made me weak; I instantly thought of his wink.

  ME: Yes. I also got a surprise for you….

  MONI: What is it?

  ME: …you’ll have to wait and see….

  MONI: What is it????!

I decided to torture him, so I put away my phone. Once at the hotel, we were privately escorted to their floor by hotel staff. Once on their floor, we were greeted by some of the guys.

We hung out for a bit in Jungkook’s room, dancing and drinking a bit before Namjoon and I were able to sneak into his room, making sure their staff wasn’t looking. We did, however, catch Yoongi's eye.

“Lock the door this time,” he said with a teasing grin, surely remembering the time Namjoon’s parents almost caught us last month.

I sent him a glare. “It locks automatically behind us.”

Yoongi laughed. “Knowing your luck….”

We dodged prying eyes and rushed into Namjoon’s room, which was right across from Jungkook’s. Namjoon put a Do Not Disturb sign on his door and turned on his Bluetooth speaker, selecting a playlist for us. The walls were pretty solid, but he was ensuring we would have full privacy.

I gave him a coy smile. “Why have the music so loud?”

He smirked. “It's not because of what you think. I always have it this loud.”

“Uh-huh…sure….” I turned away from him and took off my shoes, tossing them to a corner and setting down my overnight bag.

Long, warm arms wrapped around my waist from behind me, pulling me flush into hot and sticky skin. “So, where’s this surprise?” his low timbre voice was enough to weaken my knees.

I shivered as his lips traveled along my neck. “Find it,” I breathed out, taking hold of his long hands and bringing them to my shirt.

He took the hint and began to undress me.

I was down to my lingerie when he took several steps back and made me do a full spin so he could take a proper and long look at me. I had on a lacy and black matching set and judging by the way his eyes were ravaging my body, I had chosen right.

“I love surprises,” he mumbled, a little bit of saliva coming out of the corner of his mouth.

I let out a chuckle. “This is not the surprise, baby.”

His eyes shot up, meeting mine. His features turned soft at hearing the endearment.

I fought back a smile, my heart fluttering at knowing the word had such an effect on him as it did on me when he called me ‘babe’. I kept the focus on the task at hand, however. Taking a couple of steps closer to him, I managed to fill in the gap that separated us. I took hold of his hand and placed it on my lower back, on top of my panties. “It’s somewhere under these,” I said in a husky voice.

The furrowed brow told me he wasn’t understanding. I decided to get a little bolder. Taking control of his hand, I pushed it underneath the material so his hands could touch my flesh. His long, slender fingers brushed between my lower ass cheeks, close to my pucker hole. It didn’t take long after a shift in his fingers for him to find it. His eyes grew wide in shock and surprise.

I let go of his hand, allowing his fingers to linger there; allowing him to trace his surprise.

He hadn’t taken a shower yet. He had merely wiped down his sweat, so he was sticky. And it was a complete turn-on. I remembered the amount of sweat that dripped out of him during the concert. Recalled the see-through t-shirt clinging to his chiseled chest, how he had brought down his jacket halfway down his arms as if he was going to take it off. But he had been a complete tease. That damn jacket remained on while he was out on stage.

Remembering this, I took hold of his shirt and tugged at it, needing him just as exposed as I was. He bent down, allowing me to undress him. I silently cheered in triumph; his wide chest and back were fully exposed to me now. And I wanted more. I reached for his belt and with hurried fingers, I took off his pants.

Namjoon’s thick lips took hold of my top lip, his tongue slipping inside my mouth to get a better taste of me. He was as hungry for me as I was for him.

I gripped his shoulders and I climbed him. His powerful arms wrapped around my waist and buttocks. He lifted me easily off the ground, never breaking contact with my lips.

As he reached around to my bra, I remembered something. I reached into my cup and took out another small surprise.

He noticed my hand reach inside my bra and stopped after unclasping it. His eyes at first stayed on my globes, his mouth drooling. However, he almost choked when he noticed what I had taken from my bra. His heavy-lidded eyes widened as he recognized what I was holding. A small bottle of lube.

Pulling his eyes away from my hand, his sight traveled up to meet me, a question looming there.

I gave him a confident nod, reaching around and pulling the plug out of me. A small moan made its way out of my lips. Namjoon’s fingers, which were on my ass cheeks, gripped me at hearing the sound.

Keeping eye contact with the demi-god before me, I brought the plug to my lips and gave it a long lick before my mouth wrapped around it like a lollipop. Namjoon’s thick and long cock strained against his boxers. I had to be careful not to push too much. He looked ready to cum just by my little demonstration. Taking hold of the bottle and opening it, I applied a good amount of lube to it before reaching back and reapplying it inside.

A deep moan left me as I pushed it back in. I had done anal with a couple of guys, but I never liked it, even though I enjoyed it when I used and experimented with a plug by myself. I wasn’t planning on letting Namjoon take me up the ass tonight, but maybe we could experiment a little. Push some boundaries. We had already discussed what we would like to try out in the bedroom and this was one of them. Tonight seemed like the perfect, special occasion.

His lips were on mine again, claiming me. He led us somewhere, but my brain was too foggy to think where we were headed. His kisses made it hard to concentrate.

Suddenly, I felt a stinging coldness against my bare back. He placed me down on the ground, giving me a final kiss before he pulled away.

I clung to his forearms, feeling dizzy. I looked up into his dark eyes, the wildness in them making me shiver.

He’d never looked this intense before. I imagine the concert had pent up a lot of energy. I knew the feeling. I had no experience with drugs—my mother’s dependency when I was younger served as a lesson to never try any of them—but the high people described from them, I related to the feeling I got right after walking off a stage. I always needed to do something big to bring my body back down after a show. And sometimes sex was the right kind of counterbalance for it.

Namjoon was on that same high and needed to let out his energy on something—or someone, somebody. And judging by the look in his eyes, he was thinking the same thing.

Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if my pussy was creating a puddle right at our feet. I was so turned on by his feral look.

I took a step back and recognized we were by the balcony. My naked back was pressed against the glass door. I knew why he brought us here. We were high in the hotel—high in the LA skyline. The view of the city lights was breathtaking. Thousands of people living below us. Thousands of people to have sex in front of without them knowing.

I kept my eyes on him, my hand reaching down between us, and finding nothing was covering him. He had taken off his boxers. Even better. I took hold of his cock, giving it long, slow strokes. He let out a moan as he closed the gap between us. I was now pinned against his hot, naked flesh and the cold, glass door. Polar temperatures, but exactly what I needed.

“Use me,” I nearly begged. My body shook, wanting to give in to his.

His wild eyes turned soft at this. He held my stare for a moment, and we had a silent conversation. I knew what his body wanted. I was aware of what was to come. And I trusted him with my body—he had never given me a reason not to.

For a moment, he held my cheek affectionately in his palm, his primal features having dissolved to turn into the absolute fluffball I adored. “Tell me when you want me to stop. Or tap me twice, ok?” There was a slight worry in his tone, but his confidence was still taking charge. Namjoon never did something he wasn’t fully sure of.

We had discussed the possibility of this. Namjoon didn’t believe in a safe word. A simple ‘no’ or ‘stop’ was all he needed. And we had agreed that if I was in a position where I couldn’t speak, then tapping him would be the alternative.

My eyes stayed on his and I nodded. “I trust you.”

His lips were on mine; he was soft at first. Endearing. Affectionate. But quickly, the fire went ablaze. His mouth turned rougher; his tongue turned desperate.

I could hardly catch my breath; my lungs begged for air. I pulled my mouth a little away and his lips didn’t chase. Instead, they traveled downward, claiming my jaw. His full lips took pecks throughout my body. He spent some extra time and attention on my breasts, sucking on them and making them red and wet before going down my stomach.

He gave my pussy a few licks before taking hold of my hips and turning them around. My ass was now right in front of his face as my chest pressed against the cold glass. I let out a long whine when the tip of his tongue touched the rim of the plug.

A sudden slap on my ass echoed throughout the room and I felt a sudden gush of slick come out of my cunt. It didn’t hurt too bad, but it certainly was no love tap and I was surprised by how good it felt. A loud moan let out from deep within me.

“Quiet,” he said roughly. “We’re gonna be found out.”

A slap to my other cheek. This time it was a little rougher, but still had the same effect on me. However, I bit down the moan this time.

Namjoon’s hands began to knead at my ass, enjoying the feel of my thickness. “My girl likes to be ordered, huh?”

Slap.

I pressed my thighs together. I was sure he was going to make me cum by the slaps and his voice alone. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, following his orders.

“Answer me,” he nearly barked out.

Pressing my legs tighter together, I sucked in a deep breath to better control myself. “Yes,” I squeaked out.

Slap!

“Shit!” My fingers dug into the icy glass as I held back. If this son of a bitch slapped me again, I was positive I was going to cum.

He must have realized this himself because he began to soothe my skin and press kisses around it. His fingers grazed at the plug. “You’re doing so good.” A light kiss on my lower back as I felt his fingers take hold of the plug. “You ready to take this out so we can play a little?”

Now, I was positive his voice was going to make me cum. “Yeah,” I said in desperation.

The plug slowly pulled out of me. A sense of relief and loss swept through my body at it leaving me.

“You want it back in, baby?” Namjoon asked, having sensed my body.

“Mmm-hmmm,” I let out a whimper.

Ever so slowly, Namjoon pressed it back in. Then began to pull out.

For the next few minutes, he played with my pucker, taking me to the brink of ecstasy until he pulled fully back and kept me from reaching my orgasm. It was the sweetest type of torture.

I had never taken a liking to anal when done by a partner, but Namjoon treated my body so well. This exploration felt just as good as any of the other positions we had tried.

Finally, after long moments of him having fun torturing me, he put the plug back in and got back on his feet. “Think you can take me with that inside you, baby?”

I nodded my head enthusiastically. “Please.”

His lips took hold of my bottom one, nibbling it a little before pulling away. “I love how my girl is so quick to try anything.”

My fingers dug into his shoulders, pulling him to me. “Only with you,” I confessed. “I trust you.”

A look flashed across his face as he stared down at me. It felt familiar. I had seen this look in a set of eyes before but I couldn’t pinpoint to who or when. His facial features were so soft and serene—so goddamn beautiful. The beauty in turn made me feel warm all over.

My heart hammered against my chest, something primal coming from the pit of my chest.

He opened his mouth, ready to say something.

Acting purely on instinct, I took hold of his face and pulled him down to meet my lips.

For the next, long moments, we kissed intensely. And then I felt myself get scooped up off the floor. My back became cold again, but the thick and long cock that slowly entered me kept me warm.

There had been so much foreplay that my body was begging to come apart. Not to mention the plug inside my backdoor pecker was stimulating me in all the right ways. I was able to come fully apart right then, but my soul didn’t want to give in just yet. He still needed to get there and I wanted to fall apart in the heavens with him.

He let out a curse as he came in and out of me; I was positive the plug was hitting his cock along my inner walls.

At first, he went long and slow, but very quickly, his rough side took over.

Namjoon caught on that I was holding back. Judging by the vein against his throat making an appearance, I knew he was close. And he always made sure I came before him.

He moved my hips to a different angle. I let out a gasp as his finger ran circles on my clit.

“Oh, my—Namu!” My hand snapped to his wrist, wanting him to slow down his strokes.

He stopped, waiting to see if I would say anything or move his hand away. While my brain wanted to stop him, my body craved for him to take me wherever he wanted to.

After a few seconds of me not moving his hand away, Namjoon continued at his previous pace. He kept hitting a sensitive spot over and over with fast agility. His head dipped down to me. I could feel his breath along my neck. “Fucking cum for me,” he demanded in my ear through clenched teeth.

It was just what I needed—what my body couldn’t resist. His commanding voice had a way of making me do anything and everything for him. My knees quivered, my hand kept his fingers in place, my cunt tightened around his long cock, and I came fully undone.

Namjoon let out a moan, joining me in the stars.

My vision was full of darkness, my head empty of thoughts. All that was present was how incredible my body felt. How light I was. And how perfect the heavy body holding me up felt. My soul and flesh wanted to wrap themselves around Namjoon’s and live there. I never wanted to detach.

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It was in the middle of the night and I had just woken from a long nap with Namjoon. I had taken a peek outside and noticed security was stationed around the elevator. Their backs were to the doors. I could hear music and laughter coming from the room across. Jungkook seemed to still be partying. Possibly with Jimin, Hobi, and Yuna.

If I left Namjoon’s room now without security seeing me, they would think I was part of Jungkook’s party.

Closing the door quietly, I decided it was the perfect time to leave. I gathered my things quickly.

“What are you doing?” said a tired voice from the bed.

Setting down my things on the table, I made my way to him. I gave him a smile as I answered him, “There's not much security. I’m gonna take advantage and head out before more guards come.”

He frowned at me, looking appalled. “What? Are you serious?”

My features fell at his reaction. “Yeah…?”

He turned over to the bed frame where an alarm clock stood. “It’s 3AM.”

”Uh-huh…?” Suddenly, I was having trouble understanding why my brilliant idea wasn’t so brilliant.

His frown deepened and he started to look more incredulous at my responses. What was I saying that was getting him like this? “Is something wrong?”

“Is something wrong?” His tone was sharp and nearly venomous. “What do you think this is, Mayahuel?”

“Huh?” I don't think I could be more lost.

“You’re treating me like some one-night fucktoy. You’re ready to just fuck me and leave me. What kind of shit is that?”

His sudden outburst of cursing was unexpected and it made my hands feel a little clammy.

****""What the fuck is this?!"

"What?"

"This!"

"I don't know. Yours?"

CRASH!

"Those are NOT mine, you fucking asshole. It belongs to your goddamn fucktoy!"

"Again? You're accusing me again?!"

"Get the fuck out!"

Crash!

"Why are you always so fucking crazy? Did you not take enough of your meds today?!"

Crash!

"Get out!"

"This is my house too, woman!"

"I pay the mortgage, asshole!"

"And I take care of the farm!"

CRASH!

"GET out!"*****

I wasn't sure why I was thinking back to fights between my parents. Namjoon had barely let out a few curse words and he sounded angry. It was nothing like my parents so what was triggering me?

I took a breath as I tried to calm myself. “I just want to leave so that way we don’t get caught.”

He let gave a big shrug. “So what if we do?”

Was he being serious? Did he want to get caught? “So what if we do?” It was my turn to repeat back his question.

Namjoon sat up. “So the staff finds out. So what? They won’t care. They won’t leak it out. As long as we stay on our floor, they’ll mind their business. You’re not the only girlfriend in the group. We’ve all been through this.”

“It’s different,” I insisted.

“How?” he challenged.

I thought for a moment, trying to remember the reason why it was important we keep our relationship a secret. I think I was still trying to wake up myself because my brain couldn’t gather up the answer.

“See?” he insisted. “You can’t even think of a reason.”

My noodle brain remembered a point. “We haven’t been together for that long. It’s been a couple of months. It’s too soon.”

His anger was not coming down. “It’s been almost 100 days. Aren’t we getting more serious by now?”

Shit, it was more than three months. When did that happen? I tried to scramble a response. “It’s still early on, Namjoon. We said we were going to take things slow.”

Heated anger flashed in his eyes. “That was weeks ago. You’re trying to stay in the same phase, but I’m wanting to take the next step. And it’s not even that big of a step. It’s simply the staff knowing we’re seeing each other. They. Do. Not. Care.”

I took a breath, not knowing how to answer. I felt a battle within me: one part wanted to fully give in to Namjoon, seeing how passionate he was about this which meant it mattered to him. And another part of me, there was fear. I could identify the emotion because I had felt it so many times, but I couldn’t pinpoint the root and reason for it.

Suddenly, I felt my heart rate pick up, and began to feel nauseous. The room around me spun as Namjoon's words kept repeating in my head. He was angry. He never sounded that way.... Flashes of my past swept through my vision. Old memories of not only my parents but my own toxic relationships. Memories of my ex trashing my place after accusing me of cheating. He had been a gentleman the first few months. Until around our 4-month anniversary when he began to yell and curse. Those yells and cursing quickly turned to breaking things...

What if Namjoon's yells grew as well?

God, I couldn't get any air in.

Namjoon’s gentle hands were immediately on me. “Breathe, baby.” His voice was low and steady.

One of his palms was on my chest, applying pressure. He modeled my breathing technique and I followed.

After a couple of minutes, I managed to settle down from my anxiety. “Sorry,” I said automatically.

Namjoon placed a finger on my chin, pushing it up so I could look at him. “No apologizing for that. I shouldn’t have come at you like that.” Taking a breath himself, he took a moment.

I kept myself quiet, seeing he was struggling with coming up with the words he wanted to form. I took that time to ensure I was fully settled and stayed calm.

Finally, he explained himself. “I got angry when you wanted to leave because it felt like I was some cheap booty call for you.” His eyes stayed on me, so I could see how bothered and sad he was. “Things got very heavy for us—heavier than any other time. You leaving me in the middle of the night after doing something that intimate and intense…. It feels cheap.”

My heart sank at hearing this. Immediate guilt and shame took over. He had not only mentioned something similar about this to me at the start of our relationship, but I knew Namjoon. He wasn’t a puritan by any means but he did have his morals when it came to sex. He tried the one-night stand thing and it wasn’t for him. He didn’t have to be in love with someone in order to sleep with her, but he definitely had to care about her to some extent. And the more intense the sexual act, the deeper he needed to feel about that individual.

I differed from him in my views on sex, but I respected his opinion…. Or at least, I used to respect his opinion. I had fucked up, yet again. I had hurt him and I felt disgusted with myself for doing so.

Taking his hands into mine, I decided to start my groveling. “I’m a bitch for not having considered that. I’m sorry. You are definitely not someone I think of as just a piece of meat. You’re a lot more than that, of course. I’m sorry for…hurting you.” The moment the word came out of my mouth, I felt my throat tighten as I was disgusted with myself.

There was still plenty of hurt in his eyes, but they had softened significantly. He reached over and brushed my cheek. It was at that moment, I realized I had been crying.

I wiped the other side of my face and felt it was very wet. I hadn’t realized how hurting him was physically affecting me. The tears just didn’t stop coming down.

Namjoon’s gentle hands helped me wipe them away. “It was something I felt in the moment. I don’t really feel that way. I know I’m more. But the question I have for you is…what exactly am I to you?”

I frowned, not understanding his question.

He further explained himself. “I know we’re exclusive. I know we’re a couple. But what else? What’s our progress? Because I’ll be honest with you, I want to move forward.”

I thought about it for a long moment, thinking of his question and what my answer was. The truth was that I couldn’t think of an answer. “I don’t know,” I said honestly.

There was a slight look of irritation that flashed across his face.

I spoke quickly, trying to keep him from misunderstanding me. “I haven’t thought about it because I’ve been happy where we’re at. Things are going well with us and I just don’t want to mess it up. Why ruin something that’s going so well?”

He took another deep breath. He was doing his best to remain calm. “I don’t want to remain stagnant. I’m not satisfied keeping you a secret from everyone. I’m with you in keeping it from the public for obvious reasons, but not our circle. I have to give up so much already and have to put on a façade in front of others. There are a few things I can have that will make me feel normal and sane. I want to feel like I’m not having to hide you in the few places at work where I feel safe to be myself.”

His words lingered in the air as I processed them. I completely understood him and found it fair for him to feel this way. Namjoon did give up so much, among them was his privacy. But his team did their best to try to make sure things were as normal for all of them as possible while at work. All he was asking for was to not pretend in front of them. Namjoon wasn’t into PDA really, so it’s not as if he would do more than hold my hand in parts of the building. Usually, it was Jimin and Jungkook who were handsy with whoever they were dating. Jin, Hoseok, and Taehyung were more subtle. But I had never seen Namjoon do more than hold a girlfriend’s hand in front of everyone.

It really didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

Namjoon was looking down at something on the bed, distracting himself as he allowed me to think. Not pressuring me to hurry.

“Ok,” I said as confidently as I could.

Namjoon’s head snapped up, his eyes searching mine. “Ok?”

“Ok, we can let the team know. And Sihyuk.” I knew the team knowing wasn’t going to be enough for Namjoon. He was going to want Sihyuk to know as well. And I think I was ok with that. I wasn’t thrilled, but it wasn’t the end of the world either.

The corners of his mouth perked up a bit. “Really?”

Seeing him hopeful and happy brushed away my worry. I felt his dimples becoming infectious and I found myself smiling back. “Yes.”

“You’re not just saying that?” He tried to control his excitement.

I shook my head. “I want to be with you,” I said with full conviction. "And if it's important to you for your team to know, then I'm ok with them knowing."

He leaned fully over and took my lips into his. "I don't want you to agree just to agree," he said genuinely.

"And I don't want to be without you," I said without thinking.

His hand caressed my face, his forehead leaning down onto mine. "I don't want to be without you either."

For a long time, we hugged each other. I clutched to him, fleeting moments of fear brushing through me. The thought of him breaking things between us because he was unsatisfied with our progression sent anxiety to my core.

It took a while for me to calm down. Namjoon slept soundly next to me, his arm wrapped warmly around me. I breathed in his scent and swam in his warmth. The anxiety I was feeling forgotten.

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MASTERLIST

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

[voiceswithoutlips]

Calico - Chapter One

— pairing: Hybrid ot7 x Human Reader (Female) — genre: hybrid AU , fluff, angst, slow burn (like real slow), eventual smut — word count: 1.8K — Rating: M — warnings: trauma, mention of past abuse. 

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— chapter summary: 

Y/N runs a animal shelter, Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. What will Y/N do when her sanctuary is threatened by an unexpected hybrid?

— A/N: This is going to be a series, I’m just getting back to writing, so I’d really appreciate your input and feedback <3

Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 3.5 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6

“So do you like your new puppy?” I asked the little girl that was trying to hold a squirming golden retriever pup. She frantically nodded her head. How cute!

“Congratulations on the new addition to your family! We’ll send someone for an inspection soon but I don't see how there can be any problems,” I reassured the parents. They were proudly beaming at their daughter, I doubt they even heard what you said. 

“I’m going to name him Bubbles!” Sana squeaked excitedly as the family left with their new pet. I suppressed a giggle, I was a sucker for cuteness. 

Seeing one of our animals get adopted was the best feeling in the world. Running a shelter was not the easiest thing in the world, grumpy animals, grumpy humans and an abundance of body fluids to clean up but it was rewarding. Calico was a no-kill shelter, a privately owned animal shelter. The upside was that we didn’t have to rely on the government for funding, the downside was the paperwork. Every animal that came to the shelter had to be meticulously checked and catalogued. 

The legalities were another headache. Most animals that came to Calico were rescues. We worked with several animal rights organizations that collected evidence and built cases against the owners. Sometimes we got rescues that weren’t exactly legal so we had to get the evidence and build the case ourselves. That’s why Calico had Song Hwa, a badass lawyer. She was just five feet tall but she could stare down men twice her size. 

“One down, two to go,” Jason said as he plopped down on the couch in your office. He was the head veterinarian at Calico, overseeing the health of the animals. He was also my best friend. 

“We have three potential families visiting tomorrow. How’s Hector doing?” I asked as I stretched in your chair. 

“He’s good but I’m still against the name Hector. He looks more like a Raphael,” Jason said with a frown. Last week one of our animal handlers Shownu found a box near the shelter’s gate. There was a small turtle in it, the poor thing was injured. Jason had to amputate his left hind leg because it was infected. 

“I’m not naming him after a mutant turtle. He’s a one legged turtle from the sea, he’s a pirate and nothing you say will change my mind,” I had named him after Hector Barbosa from Pirates of the Carribean movies after I won the rock paper scissors tournament against Jason. 

“Dorks,” Hana scoffed from the corner. She was the one who dealt with the potential families, showing them around the shelter, doing background checks and whatnot. I was the one who sealed the deal and dealt with the paperwork. I was terrible at social niceties, somehow I always ended up saying the wrong thing and had the worst timing in the history of humanity. 

Before Jason and I could retaliate Moonji burst through the door. “He’s back, Yonu is here,” he was breathless. He must’ve ran here all the way from the gates. Moonji was the other animal handler, he was a retired botanist with a wife and two daughters. 

We all collectively sighed. Yonu was a proud member of Animal Liberation Front, an extremist group or as the government would like to call them “animal rights terrorists”. Once in a blue moon Yonu would drop by without a warning to drop off rescued lab animals, he had a thing against scientists. The problem was that they were illegally acquired so we had to lie on the paperwork. Every time Yonu visited Calico, it was a stress fest for everyone, well everyone except Yonu. 

I reluctantly made my way to the exam room. Yonu was standing there bickering with Song Hwa with a box of rabbits. 

“We are NOT taking in the rabbits unless you tell us where you got them!” Song Hwa put her foot down. 

“It's classified,” Yonu said with a grin. 

“Then take them back,” Song Hwa was staring daggers at him.

“Yonu, you know we need to clear the legal side of things,” I shook my head, he knew how things worked. Usually he would brag about his conquest, giving us in depth details about his adventures. Sometimes he brought back research and documents for evidence.Something didn’t sit right with me. Where did he get the rabbits? Why wouldn’t he tell us?

“Sorry sugar, can’t share the details this time,” I sighed at his nickname. One day Yonu discovered that I didn’t like sugar in my coffee and he decided to start calling me Sugar. He was one annoying bastard. 

Jason was already weighing the rabbits and taking their temperature. No matter what methods Yonu used to ‘rescue’ the animals, we always took them in. Song Hwa always said I was too soft, she didn’t know how wrong she was.

There were seven rabbits in total. All white with long ears and pink noses. They were unusually small. “Yonu did you kidnap kittens?” I frowned as I leaned in to take a closer look. 

“No they are all adult males,” Jason interjected. He was checking them one by one, taking their blood to run tests, checking their limbs for any injuries, it was a routine procedure. 

“Aren’t they too small?” they were.

“Maybe they are like those toy poodles… toy bunnies?” Song Hwa suggested. It could be or maybe their growth was stunted. Either way, I didn’t like it, something was off about this, I just couldn’t put my finger on it. 

Jason was running blood panels in the lab as I took over the paperwork. The rabbits were safely left in a hatch outside in the garden. Yonu had miraculously disappeared as soon as we turned our backs and I was starting to get a headache. 

The rabbits barely showed any movement when they were being examined. They were practically limp in Jason’s hands. They had clearly been abused. I didn’t like the blank look in their eyes. Most of the time if the animal was scared it’d get defensive and lash out, it was a good sign, it meant that it still had its faculties. These rabbits didn’t make a squeak as they were moved to a new place, it was worrying. I just hoped they weren’t too far gone. 

“We have a problem,” Jason said as soon as I entered the lab. He was sitting in front of the computer, double checking the results. 

“This day just keeps getting better,” I murmured as I leaned in to see what he was looking at. Not that I could make any sense of it. 

“One of the rabbits is a hybrid,” did I hear that right?

“Come again?” did he just say what I thought he said?

“We have a hybrid in our hatch,” my heart sank.

The presence of a hybrid posed a threat to Calico. Not because he was dangerous, but because he was stolen. The laws regarding hybrids were still primitive in most countries. They were basically slaves to the system, regarded as sub-human. Hybrids were considered as property, something to be owned. Rare animal hybrids were highly sought after by the wealthy to show off their status. So technically the rabbit hybrid in our hatch belonged to someone, we had no right to keep him here. If his owner found out, they would sue us. If the government found that we were keeping a stolen hybrid they’d shut us down. 

“Let’s just send him to a hybrid shelter,” Shownu huffed. The staff was gathered in your office for an emergency meeting.

“Most of those shelters have terrible conditions. Why not just keep him here, we have license to house hybrids, it's not that big of a deal,” Jason said. 

“Might I remind you that he is stolen. We can’t keep him here, we have a shelter inspection next week,” Song Hwa frowned. 

Few months ago we had decided to expand Calico to accommodate hybrids too, we had enough room to do so. We had constructed a hybrid “enclosure” as per the government guidelines. They had sent us the requirements. … they wanted us to put people in cages. We all collectively agreed that no hybrid will ever be housed in that place. No matter what anyone said, they were still human. 

“We can’t just abandon him, who knows what those lab people did to him,” Hana retaliated and an argument broke out. I knew they loved this place, they all wanted what’s good for the shelter. This wasn’t this first time we had to lie but having a hybrid was different. None of us had ever dealt with a hybrid before, even if we decided to keep him, what then? But I knew I couldn’t hand him over. Calico was built on a simple principle, to help those who were in need. And that rabbit hybrid needed our help. 

“Enough. We took in the animals that Yonu had brought before because they needed help. We’ve lied on the documents and it’s no different this time. That hybrid needs our help, we just need to come up with a plan,” I passed the verdict. Not everyone liked it but I knew they’d never let me down. 

After the stressful day all I wanted to do was curl up on the couch with Jason and watch TV. Our house was on the edge of the property, secluded in the forest. It was a country cottage with a private garden. YouI stopped by the rabbit hatch on my way back. The poor bunnies were all squished together in a corner, scared of the new environment and the open space outside. 

I couldn’t tell which one was the hybrid as I leaned in to take a look. Looking for him was no use. Maybe talking would work. I sat down beside the hatch with a sigh.

“I know you’re there,” I said quietly. “It must’ve been scary huh? Being taken from the lab. Yonu, the man who brought you here, he’s a good person. He only wanted to help. His methods aren’t always ….well savory but his heart was in the right place. Do you know what this place is? It's called Calico, it's a shelter for animals. We take care of animals who need help and find them a new home. 

“This is my sanctuary. Nobody will hurt you here. You don’t have to be scared. You are safe here, I’m going to keep you safe, okay?” One of the rabbits was looking at me, he quickly ducked his head as he caught my gaze. I smiled, he was listening. 

“You must be hungry huh? Rabbits only get veggies and greens, don’t you want to eat pizza, and ice cream, and pancakes, maybe some sashimi…” I rambled on about food, about Calico and the staff, inside the hatch a bunny was listening intently to my stories. 

Next

[cursdbeauty]

She'd been a bad friend. It wasn't on purpose, of course. There were some people with who it just felt right. With Elodie, it had always been like that. Most didn't know about the paralyzing anxiety that had filled Aurora when she had been thrust into the high school cafeteria. You're a grace, her newly acquired mother had reassured her. It'll be a breeze. Aurora had wanted to argue that being magically blessed wasn't a surefire way to make friends, but she had nearly eaten her words that first day. Even though her grace status remained contentious in her mind, it had made the acclimation easier.

Despite the throng of people with their welcoming smiles, it had been Elodie who had caught Aurora's eye. Elodie, with the well worn second hand clothes and desire to be kind even when the world wasn't kind to her. She made Aurora want to be a better person even if she never really found the way to vocalize that. Aurora was, in some ways, jealous of her friend. Not of the abuse and trauma, of course, but of her good heart. Her own goodness was something she doubted. Was it just the magic of her caster aunt's that inspired her to be good? No one would ever confirm or deny.

Unable to handle sitting at home under her parents watchful eye, Aurora had gotten to the restaurant with ample time. She had brought along a textbook to go over, but it had sat abandoned as she propped her head on her hand. As dismal as the thought was, Aurora knew her only way of getting through senior year homeschooled and away from the new friends she found comfort in. Elodie had graduated, but that didn't matter. There was still Phillip and a few others to socialize with.

The sight of Elodie's familiar blonde hair instantly caused Aurora to perk up even as she waved off an errant yawn. "Too long," she agreed before instantly plastering the smile that appeased her parents on her face. "Of course. My sleeping schedule has been terrible lately. "Turns out the gift of beauty only goes so far against eye bags." Elodie was one of the few people outside of Phillip and Aurora's family who knew about her grace gifts. "But that's boring. You. How are you? I've missed your face. I'm sorry for not calling. My parents have been all over me lately."

@cursdbeauty

Elodie couldn't remember the last time she'd seen Aurora. It had to have been before the ball, and a lot went down in between then and now. But for weeks, she was convinced that her friend was dodging her. It seemed to be the cherry on top of everything else tumbling down in her life.

So, when she got a text message asking to meet at their favorite burger spot in Atlantis Pier, Elodie didn't hesitate to skillfully sneak out of the house and out into town. It took her a little longer than she would have liked considering she was on foot, but when she finally entered and saw her friend sitting at their booth, she couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she slid onto the seat in front of the other blonde. "Aurora, hey-- It's been so long." She was almost going to say something else, but the sight of dark bags under her friend's eyes derailed her entire train of thought as she frowned. "Are you okay?"

[iwannawritelots]

i will say the mc monday picrew reminded me of last week's when you made post demonic transformation cinna and i was like super 👀👀👀 about it like hellooooo i am Looking

do you have any secret cinna lore you'd be willing to share about it? :o

About demon Cinna…? Hrm…

There’s a lot of background relationship stuff because it makes sense in my head to explain it this way so I’m sorryyyyyy it’s long af

there will be spoilers past lesson 30 sorryyyyy

For reference:

Cinna is romantically involved with his partners in this order: Asmodeus (who is also dating Solomon), Simeon, Barbatos (who is dating Asmodeus and Simeon as well)

Cinna begins to date all of them before lesson 16. Since Barbatos isn’t allowed to alter timelines as he pleases still (because I’m using my Barbatos headcanons haha), he is unable to make Cinna immortal or a demon after Belphegor murders them and the timelines merge. So, during season 2 when Cinna’s power is causing destruction he’s pretty distraught. He’s not allowed to do as he pleases to solve it, and he can’t enter the Celestial Realm to acquire the Ring of Light.

When Simeon does so, Barbatos is frustrated because either way his partners would be in danger. He is even more upset when he finds out Simeon was stripped of his angelic status, not even forcefully transformed into a demon like the fallen Lords of Sin. However, he also is even more frightened with Cinna because of their self-sacrificial behavior (since Cinna would not stab Lucifer with the dagger no matter how shaky their relationship is). Having two mortal partners is shaking his whole world and making him uneasy.

Meanwhile, Simeon is also freaking out because of Cinna’s actions. Leading up to the meeting with Michael, he’s absolutely frazzled. Then becoming human himself and mourning his angelic status on top of that is only causing more turmoil for him.

Simeon had already asked Barbatos about making Cinna immortal after lesson 16, and did so again after their actions in season 2 before speaking with Michael. They neglected to bring Asmodeus into the conversation both times. For a while Barbatos intended on going behind Diavolo’s back to gain Cinna’s immortality; with Simeon later on becoming mortal things became more tricky. Cinna expressed they didn’t want to be immortal if Simeon wasn’t when asked.

With all of that, Cinna also is constantly on the fence throughout these events about being immortal at all, since Asmodeus has asked many times if they would be (not mentioning that he knows Solomon’s key to immortality). Sometimes they like the idea, but they get worried about outliving their human family and friends, as well as their mental ailments making them difficult for their partners to live with. They figure that mourning the humans in their life will become normal even if it hurts, but wouldn’t really want to be obviously not aging. When they decide that’s something they could deal with, they realize how afraid they are of risking so much for immortality and then snapping randomly during an extremely horrible mental space. Although it does get better/easier to handle within the first year of their time in the Devildom, their mental ailments are still very much there. (They also would want to be given immortality at about 25, since they want time to ensure they’ll be alright.)

Once Cinna decides upon those rules, they tell Asmodeus they will become immortal (since he is the one who consistently asks) if they live to 25 and Simeon will be transformed as well. From there, Barbatos and Asmodeus set things up with Solomon and Diavolo to research how to properly go through with it. In the end, they decide to attempt Solomon’s key to immortality. However, unsure if it would work on anyone besides him, Barbatos also finds the potion for human-to-demon transformation (which I used in A Butler’s Devotion) within the castle’s archives/library in case all Solomon’s solution will do is poison them.

When Cinna turns 25, Barbatos brings them, Simeon, Asmodeus, and Solomon to the castle to ensure that they are near Diavolo in case his permission is needed to act in addition to Solomon’s (in the case of an emergency). When Cinna and Simeon ingest Solomon’s solution, they have a horrific reaction that isn’t supposed to happen, so Barbatos reverses the timeline and uses the human-to-demon solution instead.

Cinna, being as powerful as they are with the pacts and Solomon’s teachings (perhaps including Barbatos— that’s still undecided), needed to be kept below Lord Diavolo; so an old seat was brought back in the lords of sin— despair. Cinna becomes the Avatar of Despair, and is more powerful than Lucifer but still below Barbatos and Lord Diavolo. No one knows they are a Lord of Sin outside of the brothers and everyone involved in their transformation (so Raphael, Mephistopheles, Luke, and Thirteen do not know… unless later on I decide Raphael is an addition to the polycule.)

Simeon becomes a lower demon, and it is assumed Cinna is the same once they are in public eye. When despair demons begin to show up alongside the new demons aligned with the other sins, the people get antsy… but no answers are given. For now❤️

I’ve wanted to write Cinnaverse fics about all this stuff but I haven’t.. ;-;

Thank you for the interest in demon Cinna, Dilly🥺

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   pairing: reiner x reader

♡   —   summary:  reiner reminisces about his return to marley and what it entails or reiner braun’s love language is physical touch

♡   —   tags: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, the lyrics are from me and my husband by mitski but they take a new meaning for this story <3

♡   —   masterlist

and i am the idiot with the painted face in the corner taking up space

reiner thought he would find peace once he returned to his homeland. it was the end of his teenage years, he wouldn’t have to pretend anymore. he would finally resign to the fist against his heart and would go back to the hand salute he had grown up with.

he quickly discovered it was nothing but wishful thinking.

the house that watched him train restlessly until he was chosen a warrior was nothing like the home he had yearned for while being a soldier. he wondered if it was because he had lost all his friends and comrades at paradis. was his house only a home if they were still around? were the empty rooms and corridors nothing more of a facade of his now forgotten childhood dream to have a family?

were his friends the family he had been craving?

part of reiner was revolted by the idea of being named vice chief. he had miserably failed and was only alive because of the sacrifice of the other warriors. his friends, his family, he wouldn’t be here without them. and to be awarded a distinction because of that only brought the taste of blood inside his mouth whenever someone referred to him by his new title.

but when they walk in i am loved, i am loved

reiner watched you enter the examination room, softly humming to yourself as you placed his chart next to him on the stretcher he was sitting on. you smiled at him brightly and fixed your glasses.

“how are we feeling today, reiner?”

his name acquired a different meaning when it came from your lips. reiner had only had to ask you not to call them by his title once for them to nod and start referring to him by his first name.

“good,” he responded, almost on command. you cocked your head to the side, an indecipherable smile on your face.

“may i start?” you asked and he nodded.

your fingertips on his skin sent shivers all around his body. you gently pulled the skin under his eyes and closely looked at his hazel eyes. he could almost feel your breath against his face, both enticing and terrifying. once you were satisfied, you cupped his jaw and moved it gently. left and right, up and down. your fingers lowered to the back of his neck and started massaged every vertebrate with a featherlight touch. reiner felt your hands travel to his collarbones and shoulders, your thumb rubbing soothing circles on his skin.

reiner almost felt guilty for coming back much more frequently than he actually needed. he knew that, as a nurse, you were obligated to prioritize warriors over other patients and he was well aware he was taking advantage of his status just so he could feel your hands on his skin again as you examined him.

was it worth it? was having you between his legs as you innocently touched him to see if he was hurt somewhere worth the ill taste of blood that came with his title? reiner knew you would never be able to reach the part he was really hurting and for once he didn’t care.

in your hands he felt loved. in your hands he felt seen, your fingertips erasing every invisible scar that haunted him as they caressed his skin. your tired eyes and kind smile every time he waltzed inside your office felt the reward he didn’t deserve, the peace he wasn’t meant to have but only observe from afar.

reiner unconsciously leaned into your touch as your fingers ran down his biceps. with his eyes closed, he missed the way your lips curved into a smile as you kept on working on his tired muscles, your shift having ended long before you stepped into the examination room.

you recognized a broken soul when you saw one.

[softpadawan]

in the au where they're both mers, imagine ezra still flopping on land a lot to fetch kanan all sorts of land stuff since he's less able to leave the water

This is honestly really cute. Ezra being eager to show off his land navigating capabilities so he can steal acquire all sorts of neat, useful human items for Kanan—metal stuff like knives and tools and chains and harpoons, things forged by fire, alien to mers—but Kanan is incredibly cautious, almost to the point of paranoia (because humans are the biggest enemies of sharks in every universe).

“No, it’s too dangerous,” he says, one hand firmly clamped around the smallest part of Ezra’s tail, holding him in place. “If you get caught, there’s no way I can help you.” 

(Even though Kanan would never be the type to just sit back while Ezra gets attacked by a mob of humans. He’d launch out of the water teeth-first and start shredding and beating and tearing apart as many humans he could reach, even if it meant he would never touch seawater again. He would give his life for Ezra, though he hasn’t told him that—yet.)

Ezra just laughs and shakes himself free. “C’mon, Kanan, don’t be such a guppy. I’ll be fine! I’ve done this lots of times. I always come back.”

“But someday you might not.” Kanan scowls and crosses his arms. “We should stick to shipwrecks. Leave the land for the crabs and the crazies.”

“Aw, Kanan”—Ezra flicks his tail and swims a close circle around his Carcarin friend—“you’re scared for me, aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m scared for you,” Kanan grumps. “You’re young and reckless and dangerous. You do stupid things every single day because you think you’re immortal. I don’t know how you survived this long, to be honest. Every gray hair on my head you’ve put there.”

“But they look so nice,” Ezra quips, running his fingers through Kanan’s flowing brown mane. “Maybe someday you’ll be a great white.”

“That’s inevitable if I stick with you.”

“Oh, so now it’s you sticking to me?” Ezra hangs upside-down in front of Kanan’s face, grinning. “I thought I was the annoying brat hanging onto your fins like a bloodsucking barnacle?”

“Oh, you still are,” Kanan insists, a smile forming on his mouth. With a quick slash of his tail, he surges forward and nabs the laughing, squealing merboy around the waist. “But sometimes I can be clingy, too!”

They play-wrestle for a few raucous minutes, tails beating and churning, filling the water around them with clouds of bubbles and sending nearby reef fish diving for cover. As always, Kanan gets the better of Ezra—although lately he’s been having to work hard to maintain his undefeated champion status. The little merboy is getting stronger, which is a good thing. Soon he’ll be able to properly defend himself and follow Kanan across the great blue desert to locate his missing pod. With luck, Ezra will be reunited with his parents, find a mate, and settle into a comfortable life of family and home.

No room for a grizzled old Carcarin in that pretty picture of domestic bliss. 

Taking advantage of Kanan’s momentary distraction, Ezra manages to break free from his hold. He whirls with a triumphant smirk, opening his mouth to declare his victory, but then catches the cheerless expression on Kanan’s face. “Hey.” He swims closer and touches his arm. “What’s wrong?”

Kanan shakes himself out of his daydream—not the inevitable lonely future that awaits him, but a dream in the truest sense, an unspoken fantasy: he and Ezra sticking together season after season, a pod of two, traveling across every ocean, every sea. A mated pair. It’s ludicrous, unheard of, a Carcarin and a Delfin sharing their lives together. There would be no offspring between them, but pups were never a priority for Kanan. If Ezra wanted them, he wouldn’t object to taking in an orphan or two. The oceans are teeming with them. They’d be pariahs, they and their mismatched pod of outcasts, but that wouldn’t matter. As long as they had each other, had love, what more did they need? 

“Nothing,” Kanan says. “Just a little worn out by all your wiggling.” He smiles and bumps Ezra’s jaw with his fist. “Come on, let’s go to the Black Reef and see if there’s any new wrecks. Thought I smelled fresh timber when we passed by the other day. Might be worth checking out.”

Without waiting for a response, he turns and begins heading in that direction.

Ezra stares after him for a moment, wondering. Then he sighs and follows him with a swish of his short blue tail.

[wesawbears]

Posting here in its entirety now that it’s complete. Featuring the favors Neil used to get Andrew to go to Aaron’s wedding, Neil being a menace, and Andrew and Aaron talking, as well as Andrew submitting to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

Enjoy!

--

Andrew shut the door with his foot, letting his bag sit by the door for a minute. He knew Neil would call out his hypocrisy the moment he saw,considering their previous conflicts about what apartment etiquette entailed, but for now, what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Walking into the kitchen, he set his keys down on the table and scratched at Sir’s chin where he was headbutting against his hand. He stopped when he saw something unfamiliar on the fridge and walked over to inspect. They weren’t the type to keep mementos or reminders there; the dark blue stood out against the bareness there.

In loopy script, it read: “Save the Date! October 21st. Aaron Minyard and Katelyn Winters”.

He began peeling it off the fridge. Neil had wanted him to see it, but there was no way. Just seeing their smiling faces made something surge up in his stomach. He had let Aaron go years ago, but he never said he had to be happy about it, and he certainly had said nothing about supporting Katelyn or their relationship, the same as Aaron had never said anything to Neil that wasn’t strictly required for Exy. He could tolerate talking to Aaron, more than he had when they’d been in the same state, but that didn’t mean they did things like this. Nicky’s wedding was bad enough.

“Oh, you found it.”

Andrew turned, determined to not give Neil the satisfaction of seeing that he’d startled him. The slight smirk told him he hadn’t succeeded, but he kept his face placid and unbothered. “So you put it there on purpose? I assumed it had been put there by mistake.”

“No. I put it there so I’d remember to put it on the calendar...eventually.”

“What for?” Andrew asked, tilting his head in mock confusion. Better to not give him the satisfaction..

Neil raised his eyebrow, a look of condescension that had Andrew’s hackles up. “Because I’m going? I assumed you would too, but I can go alone.”

It was true. Neil was an adult who could make his own choices and Andrew wouldn’t stop him from going. But somehow he doubted that Neil would leave it there. The very fact that Neil had taken the time to put it on the fridge meant that this was premeditated and that, likely, this was an argument he wasn’t going to win. That didn’t mean that Andrew didn’t intend to gain as much ground as he could.

“So eager to go play with your friends?”

“Our friends.”

“Presumptuous.”

“You’re right. Aaron will be there, considering it’s his wedding. So he would be just yours then.”

“Aaron is no longer my responsibility. He can fuck up his life however he wants.”

Neil leaned against the kitchen counter, staring back at Andrew with the same level stare. “What do you want for it?”

Andrew held himself against the weight of being known that well. He kept his voice casual. “Skipping ahead so soon? You haven’t appealed to the fact that he’s my brother yet.”

Neil huffed. “Wouldn’t work. I’ve already worked through all your arguments. Had about a week to practice.”

Andrew drummed his fingers on the table. It was unnerving, as always, to know that Neil knew him well enough to anticipate his arguments, to have already taken the time to work this through in his head. It was as irritating as it was calming, in a way only Neil could manage to be.  “You assume you have something worth that much to me.”

“Don’t I?”

“This conversation is starting to bore me. Get to the point.”

“I can sign the papers. One phone call and I’m transferred to Chicago. Same schedule, same weekends off. No more watching each other’s games on TV.”

Andrew worked his jaw. Neil’s status states away had been a source of more irritation than he wanted to admit. It had taken him a long time to be able to admit that Neil was a part of his life that was maybe permanent, as close to permanent as he could allow himself, and now that he had, he felt every mile like a slow healing bruise. Neil’s contract was due for renewal, but Andrew’s team conveniently needed a striker. No coach would turn down one of the best strikers in the game. It was the one thing worth saying yes to and Neil knew it.

“Yes or no?”

Andrew knew that Neil would drop it the moment Andrew said no. Neil didn’t pick fights he couldn’t win. He was only asking because he knew from the start Andrew would agree.

“I’ll go.”

Neil grinned, and moved closer, hovering his hand close to Andrew’s. Andrew took the next step and linked their fingers together. For once, Neil didn’t push his luck with some smartass comment, but Andrew could practically see him biting it back. 

“What?”

“Nothing. I’m just glad you’ll be there.”

“Don’t say stupid shit,” he countered, pulling Neil in. 

“Yes,” Neil said, before Andrew could ask.

He pressed him to the counter and kissed him, letting the invitation fall to the ground.

--

It takes another favor for Neil to convince him that threatening Katelyn at the wedding wasn’t worth the trouble. Andrew severely disagreed, but pushing the issue wasn’t worth it, when Neil would pull back on both their agreements if he did. He didn’t linger on what that meant, on the fact that somewhere along the way he’d decided that keeping Neil meant more to him than settling past scores, and more to him than his brother. He wasn’t sure if that was healthy or not, but healthy had never been in his lexicon either way.

Neil still looked like a disgruntled cat any time he had to wear a suit, but Andrew had picked out a nice fitting one for him years ago, and he takes a moment to appreciate his handiwork. Neil is oblivious as always, though, and it takes him about two minutes of trying to get his tie right until Andrew can’t take it anymore.

“Impossible,” he huffs, and moves closer to secure it properly. Neil grins down at him and Andrew still feels the urge to push his face away, not knowing what Neil finds there to look at. “Staring.”

“Says the man who was literally standing there for two whole minutes.” Not as oblivious then.

Andrew doesn’t dignify that with a response, turning with a hum and heading towards the door. He’s timed it so they’ll be just close enough to on time for the ceremony that they can slip in the back. He lets the hum of the highway drown out the tight feeling in his chest.

When they get there, there’s an annoying sign that says “We’re all family! Pick a seat, not a side!” and Andrew considers walking out, but Neil is swept up by Matt and carried away, so Andrew has to follow, despite his misgivings. Nowhere in their agreement did it state that Andrew had to pay attention to the ceremony, so he tunes out and recites some book he has memorized to himself instead. 

It becomes painfully obvious at the reception that Neil is keeping an eye on him, so Andrew leaves him with Kevin, fighting over something inane and exy-related, and goes outside for a cigarette. He steps onto the terrace, only to find his brother leaning against a fence.

“I don’t think this is how weddings work,” he says as a greeting.

Aaron glances up, scowl as familiar as a mirror. “I told Katelyn I needed a minute.

Andrew nods and leans against the fence, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Didn’t think you were going to come.”

“Thank Neil.”

“After you thank Katelyn. It was her idea to send you the invitation. I told her not to bother.”

“And yet here I am.”

“Here you are,” Aaron agrees, leaning further back against the fence.

Andrew lets the conversation drop for a moment. He’s about to head back inside, when he hears, “Why?”

He turns back. “Why what?”

“Why did you come? We both know Neil isn’t here as a favor to me. So why would he think it’s important for you to be here?”

And wasn’t that the million dollar question. Why had he bothered to come, when he and Aaron only spoke a handful of times a year? 

“I don’t know,” he answers truthfully.

Annoyingly, Aaron scoffs. “Yes you do.”

“Enlighten me then,” he plays along.

Aaron shrugs. “I didn’t say I knew why. I just know that you don’t do anything without having some convoluted reason for it.”

“I didn’t know I was coming out here to have a conversation with the cheshire cat.”

Aaron chuckled and the sound was foreign to him. “We’re not 16 anymore. Hell, we’re not 20 anymore. We’re grown up.” He holds his glass up, toasting to nowhere.

“When did you start philosophizing? Andrew asked.

“It’s my wedding day-I’m allowed,” Aaron says, shaking his head.

“You’re so weird,” is all Andrew can think to say.

He looks at Aaron and wonders what he sees. Wonders if he mirror the relaxed posture, the way Aaron looks comfortable in his own skin. He wonders how long it’s been since he woke up screaming, if it’s a dull ache in the back of his mind, or an almost healed bruise, flaring up only when pressed on.

He hears the tell tale sound of heels on cobblestones. “Aaron? Honey, we’re about to cut the- oh.”

He looks up and sees Katelyn, wide-eyed and hesitant. He feels long forgotten anger well up, but thinks of Neil and pushes it down. With a long forgotten salute, he turns and leaves Aaron to his future.

Inside, Neil is leaning against a table, sipping his drink that Andrew can tell he hates. He takes it from him and downs it in a quick swig.

“That was mine,” he complains, nudging Andrew’s hip.

“You were too slow.”

“Everything okay?” he asks.

Andrew looks down at their hands, sees the newly acquired neat letters on the side of Neil’s thumb that match his own and feels something settle back into place. He looks up and past him to where Aaron is laughing while Katelyn puts whipped cream on his nose. 

“Yes or no?” he asks instead.

Neil smirks. “In the middle of their moment?”

“Yes,” he taps Neil’s thumb, “Or no?”

“Yes, Andrew,” he says and pulls him in the rest of the way. He hears Nicky yell something and flips him off. 

He’s okay.

[threadofdestiny]

Magnolia (Bakugou x f!Reader)

Feudal Japan AU

Shogun!Bakugou x Midoriya’s sister!reader

Summery: Her mother, lady Midoriya Inko, had once told her that the gods had predestined a path for every single person. All she had to do was follow the path and trust that it would lead her to happiness. But how could (Y/N) find happiness in a political formed marriage with her brother’s rival, a man known for being brutal and cold hearted?

Warnings: sexual content in later chapters / period-typical-sexism / strong language / violence / Drama / Angst / Fluff / Slow Burn/ political marriage / Reader is Izuku's sister / period-typical-discriptions like vague mentions of longer hair to form typical hairstyles or specific wardrobe / Bakugou is not good at feelings / Bakugou is a mean, explosive boi / third-person perspektive

Wattpad

AO3

If someone wants to be tagged, just let me know :)

Taglist: @bakugous-mamas​, @bnhastories​

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Vermilion

The night after (Y/N) found out that she was engaged with Bakugou Katsuki, was immensly exhausting. She had barely been able to find any sleep. Plagued by nightmares, she had tossed and turned in her bed until she had given up trying to find any rest after the first rays of sun peeked through her closed curtains. Her brother had hesitantly tried to describe what he knew about her future husband and although his descriptions remained vague and superficial, the young Miss Midoriya was quite good at reading between his meaningless lines.

„Bakugou is a loyal man of the crown who always act in its interest."

„He is a strong-willed and talented swordsman, who would be able to provide a safe home for you."

„He may be said to be rough tempered, but I am sure he will always treat you well."

It hadn't felt like Izuku had tried to lie to her. In a way, he had seemed to be convinced of his statements... and yet... no matter how many positive words he had used, his face had allways betrayed how worried he had been nonetheless. As if there had been a number of concerns that had slumbered right under his surface, which he eventually had not dared to express. (Y/N) had quickly realized that her brother had deliberately kept his true opinions to himself. She knew that he only had wanted to encourage her, but at night, while she had been all alone by herself, she had not been able to prevent her thoughts from wandering along darker places.

It was said that Bakugou's eyes were tinted in the blood of his enemies he had shed over the years as a Samurai. Those cruel red eyes hunted her within her dreams, followed her no matter which direction she had turned and found her no matter where she had tried to hide herself.

His mercilessness and explosive personality were almost as notorious as his talent with the sword. It was said that he had no qualms about turning his blade even on innocent people. These rumors, created the visions of screaming shadows within her sleep. Their cries echoed like panicked pleas to be spared by him, but the ground on which (Y/N) had stood was flooded in red non the less. Those imaginations had plagued the youngest Midoriya through the entire night, haunting her mercilessly until she had lain wide awake in her bed. With widened eyes she had stared up at her ceiling, while she had tried to imagine the man who was going to be her husband.

When (Y/N) had got up a few hours later, she had been incredibly exhausted. She had tried not to let it show, but she could not prevent her thoughts from drifting away over and over again. She had spent the morning as usual at her mother's side, who, in addition to her usual duties as the female head of the household, had also received several guests. Some of them had been mothers of various bachelors, who had cautiously tried to win Lady Inko over for a potential marriage, but all of them had been discreetly put off by the mistress of the house, without her telling them about the still unofficial engagement between Bakugou Katsuki and her precious daughter.

Now, however, the young girl sat alone with her mother and brother, lost in thoughts, at a richly set table that had been placed in the shade on the roofed engawa of their estate. The young debutante ponderously let her gaze glide over the well-tended garden, unable to fully absorb the true beauty of the scenery which spread out in front of her. With dulled thoughts, (Y/N) contented herself with impassively observing the birds as they bustled about the branches of the flowering magnolia in the middle of their courtyard, while she pondered over the missed opportunities to collect more marriageable candidates for her to choose from.

"I wish I could cheer you up a bit, my dear.", Lady Inko snapped her daughter out of her mopey thoughts after a few minutes of silence, as she carefully set the ornate teapot down between them. Slowly, (Y/N) raised her gaze, only to find that her mother had poured tea for her and her brother, although this would actually have been the youngest Midoriya's task. Swallowing, she bowed her head apologetically before gratefully grasping the warm porcelain of her cup. "Thank you, mother.", (Y/N) whispered, before she carefully pursed her lips to cool the warm liquid with gentle puffs.

"Do not despair. Who knows maybe you will learn to feel deeply for the young shogun. The gods sometimes shape the strangest paths for a person and yet it all makes sense in the end.", Lady Midoriya carefully reassured her daughter as Izuku tried not to choke on his own drink. "Who knows, Izu-chan probably would have introduced you to gentlemen like the youngest son of the Iida family, or the heir of the Kaminari family, who also have their residents in the capital. Both of these gentlemen are known to you. What do you think of them? Wouldn't the gods have led you to them if they thought that they would be the right choice for you?", she asked, knowing what her daughter would think, while gently patting her son's arm in reassurance. "Mother...please! I don't really think that this is helpful.", Izuku mumbled into his teacup as he averted his eyes from the ladies of his household. The latter, however, just waved it off with a soft smile before pushing the plate of pastries in her children's direction. Gulping down the warming tea, (Y/N) suppressed a sigh before engaging in her mother's musings:"Well... ", she began cautiously, taking a deep breath, before she continued: "I'd say one of Iida-sama's greatest qualities is his erudition! He's a very intelligent man.", the youngest Midoriya murmured vaguely, but at the same time she thought of his stiff manners. He was a strict man who did not seem to welcome curious woman. (Y/N) was a passionate reader, who acquired all kinds of knowledge. This would certainly not be a problem, she thought, but with theoretical knowledge often came the need to try out practical skills, and this was not always appropriate for a girl of her status. What would Iida say if he knew that the little sister of one of his best friends, for example, liked to shoot with a bow?

"and... Kaminari-sama's energetic nature is quite contagious and exhilarating!", (Y/N) added after a short pause, having remembered her mother's questions again. Thoughtfully, her mind wandered to the open-hearted blond man, while she remembered how she had often observed him flirting shamelessly with various ladies. Moreover, she had been dismayed to discover in the past that, unlike Iida, he seemed to avoid reading of any kind. It would have made it difficult to have a conversation with him that went beyond superficial topics. When she thought about it, these men would certainly not have been people with whom (Y/N) could have imagined a future on the first sight. Perhaps just like her mother had said, she should actually remind herself once again that not everything had to make sense immediately. Maybe the gods had actually set a path for her. But it was just so incredibly hard to see the positive in her situation and to keep herself open minded. She took it upon herself, but the thought that her mother might be wrong made her skin crawl in anxiety.

"I think it's all a matter of adjustment. After the gods have given me a path, it is up to me to walk along it.", she finished her terse answers half-heartedly.

The debutante's enumeration came to an abrupt end when her personal maid, Mina, announced herself with an apologetic clearing of her throat. When (Y/N) turned around, the young girl was surprised to see another unfamiliar female standing next to her, her upper body almost completely covered by a huge bouquet of colorful flowers. The various blossoms shone in full bloom, some of which normally should not even have been in their actual blooming season. No matter who had sent this bouquet, it must have cost a small fortune.

"Forgive the intrusion, my lord, but I was instructed to lead this young girl to you and your family.", the cheerful servant began, bowing as she folded her arms behind her back. The unassuming girl next to Mina also bowed dutifully, despite the fact that the bouquet certainly did not make it easy for her. "T-This is a gift for Miss Midoriya, my Lord!", the girl explained quietly, while she showcased the flowers with a bowed head. Izuku gave the young girls a gentle smile before raising his scarred hand in a placating gesture. "What a splendid bouquet.", his mother remarked with curious gentleness before turning to smile bittersweetly at her daughter, who had also put on a discreet smile on her lips. "Which of the noble lords had send this bouquet, Mina-chan?", asked (Y/N) with mild curiosity as she rose to take a closer look at the flowers. She knew better than to be lulled by anyone other than her fiancé, but the plants seemed so expensive and rare that it would be a shame not to give them some attention. Even more so when a maid of the local household brought them over personally. It could be taken as an affront against the noble,if she would simply ignore the gift.

"They're from the young shogun, Bakugou-sama, Miss (Y/N)!", replied Mina excitedly, as she clapped her hands together in front of her chest. "He also sends word that he will be visiting Midoriya-sama towards the evening to negotiate the wedding matters.", the unknown servant added. A loud clang sounded behind the girls, who flinched in surprise. Shocked, (Y/N) turned to her brother, whose teacup had slipped from his hand. A multitude of emotions spread across the face of her brother, but his discomfort seemed to stand out the most. The tension in his face clearly showed that Izuku was not happy about the news, but he nodded non the less.

.

.

.

The knowledge that Bakugou Katsuki would enter the Midoriya family estate that very evening had caused an incredible uneasiness in (Y/N)'s stomach. Uncertainty and curiosity tried to gain the upper hand of her shaken feelings, while she had tried to continue her day as usual, but even the surprise visit of her friend, Ochako, had not been enough to successfully distract her. No matter how hard (Y/N) had tried to follow her friend's recounting of her evening last night, the young Midoriya simply hadn't been able to block out the loitering feeling of nervousness.

Izuku had retired to his study some time ago when a servant had informed him that the shogun had finally arrived. The ladies of the house had not yet seen their second guest of the evening, but all present had felt the tension that had settled around them like a thick fog. At this very moment, Izuku and her fiance negotiated about important aspects, which would determine her entire future life. Lost in her troubled thoughts, (Y/N) imagined how they possibly were talking about her dowry at this moment, or setting the date of their wedding, while the young girl did not even know what her future husband looked like. Would he introduce himself to her tonight? Did he even care that they were actually only a few meters and a few thin walls apart from each other at this very moment?

"Hey... (Y/N)... how about we take a stroll through your backyard, streching our legs out for a bit?", Ochako carefully interrupted her friend's train of thought when she noticed that (Y/N) was starting to drift off again. Surprised, the young girl tore her gaze from the bouquet of flowers that had been placed on an ornamental table next to the salon's open sliding doors. "I'd love to.", (Y/N) answered as she blinked a few times, before setting down her cooled teacup, that had rested in her palms unmoved for a few minutes. Followed by the brunette debutante, she entered the gardens of the Midoriya family estate, which directly bordered the salon in which they had sat before.

The gentle breeze that playfully blew around them made the leaves and branches of the plants dance to the music of the birds, while the rays of the late afternoon sun engulfed their surroundings in radiant light. In the midst of a sea of lush green trees, lawns and bushes, the blooming magnolia that her grandfather had planted for her grandmother many years ago as a testament to his true love towards her, stood out in its proud splendor. Since then, it has bloomed every spring with its soft pink and white blossoms in the center of their small idyllic paradise.

Sighing, (Y/N) looked up into said treetop as she arrived at the precious memento accompanied by her friend. "My apologies for being so absent today.", the youngest Midoriya murmured before turning to Ochako, who looked at her with a sad expression on her round face. Shaking her head, the young brown-haired girl put on a smile as she folded her hands in front of her. "Don't worry about it. I understand how you feel. It's certainly overwhelming to be promised by the emperor to one of his subordinates right after your performance the day before yesterday."

Nodding hesitantly, (Y/N) stroked the gauzy white fabric of her upper robe, smoothing it over the lower burgundy wide sleeves. With erratic fingers, she then ran them over the gold threaded embroidered obi, adjusting the decorative ribbons that hung down the sides of her traditional gown. Seeking distraction, (Y/N)'s gaze wandered to the closed doors of her brother's study, which also adjoined the gardens they were strolling through. Knowing that behind those thin walls, hidden away from her gaze, was her fiancé speaking to Izuku, made her incredibly nervous. Quickly the youngest Midoriya turned away to look at her friend again, not able to gaze towards her home any longer. She didn't dare to look into the round window, which was supposed to let daylight into the room behind, for fear of having to face reality once and for all. At the moment her fate was still completely surreal for her, but what if she would see the man she was going to marry soon? It would make her whole destiny so much more real.

"I know it is an honor that the Emperor himself asked for this allegiance, but I must admit that this sudden change of events churn me a bit!" Ochako nodded in understanding before also looking thoughtfully in the direction of the house. "You know... The other side of the coin has its downsides, too. My father can barely afford the standard of living we have to lead as nobles. It will be difficult to find a family that will be satisfied with the little influence and the small dowry I am able to provide...", she murmured gloomily. Briefly, the young Miss Uraraka's expression changed as she looked longingly at the window that leads to her brother's study. How could (Y/N) have thought so selfishly only of herself, when she knew that her friend had it at least as hard as she did. With a fluid motion, the youngest Midoriya placed her hand on her friends upper arm as she stepped a little closer to her. "I wish I could support you somehow!", (Y/N) murmured comfortingly. "You know, you are really very very lucky. Your brother... I mean, Midoriya-sama will definitely make sure that you'll be fine by Bakugou-sama's side! He would never let him hurt you!", assured Ochako again with newfound energy as she confidently turned back to the daughter of the house. The sadness that had previously gleamed in the brunette girl's eyes had vanished without a trace. Sympathetically, (Y/N) smiled at her friend, knowing that she did not want to talk about the subject any further. Just as she was about to change the direction of their conversation, the sound of sliding doors distracted the two girls instantly.

Immediately, (Y/N) looked up to direct her gaze towards the house, only to finally discover her brother in the doorway of his study. When she realized that there were two other unknown figures standing behind him in the shadows of the room, the young Midoriya's breath caught for a moment. Two finely dressed, tall men slowly stepped into the light of the sun and, accompanied by Izuku, headed purposefully towards the young ladies. One of them had ash blond spiky hair, who was followed by a red-haired warrior. The clothes and the traditional katana they carried distinguished them as nobles of the sword, but it was quite clear even from a distance that the blond man stood rank-technically above the redheads. His attire was a bit more finer, than the others, but it was mainly the nature of his attitude that betrayed him the most. He came towards her as if he owned the ground on which he walked. Everything about his aura demanded that they had to submit to him.

Bakugou Katsuki.

At the sight of the handsome, albeit somber looking man, (Y/N)'s heart began to take a few leaps until it finally began to pound wildly against her chest.

"O-Oh, by the gods. Th-That has to be the shogun.", Ochako breathed softly. The young Midoriya could hear the trembling in her friend's voice, but she had to give her credit for standing firm just like (Y/N), trying not to let her intimidation show. A tepid breeze caused the light hanfu robes the two ladies wore, to dance around their legs, while a few petals of the magnolia blossoms rained down upon them. Despite the fact that she was surrounded by fresh spring air, (Y/N) felt like she couldn't catch her breath while facing the formidable gentleman. However, she didn't know if it was due to the unawareness of the powerful man's reaction towards her, or if perhaps this feeling had a completely different origin.

The expression in the gaze that Bakugou Katsuki had directed at the figure of the young Midoriya could only be described as penetrating, attentive and calculating. She had never met a person who was able to conjure up such an aura with only his bare focused eyes. Only briefly did he detach his attention from her to look at Ochako with his sharp gaze. Izuku's posture was tense as he walked up to his sister beside the shogun. Bakugou, on the other hand, looked as if he wasn't the least bit interested in the whole situation. He strode confidently towards his fiance, while his chimney red eyes once again stared down at her warily.

His gaze had been enough to free (Y/N) from her rigidity and ensured that she finally managed to get herself to move accordingly. Just before his arrival, she fell into a deep curtsy, which at that moment was more of a testament to her brilliant muscle memory, than a conscious act. But she managed to remember her manners, chastely lowering her gaze and remaining in the offering position long enough for the gentlemen to come to a stop in front of her and her close friend.

"So, this is your sister? Well, she truly is a lovely creature, Midoriya-san.", interrupted a friendly but unfamiliar voice the emerging silence. (Y/N) attributed it to the red-haired man, because the pitch seemed too friendly to belong to the notorious shogun. With downcast eyelids, she listened how her brother thanked his guest as he slowly moved to stand beside her smaller frame. The youngest Midoriya still hadn't lifted her gaze entirely, knowing that it was not proper for an unmarried woman to lift her eyes without further ado. However, her mind remained by the fact that the red haired men had spoken up before her fiance had said a word. It had surprised (Y/N), after all he was in the company of someone who outranked him. She had rarely seen anyone dare to speak openly in front of those who were above them.

"Oi, lift your gaze and look at me, girl!", growled Bakugou suddenly, without uttering a word of greeting. His companion clicked his tongue softly when he heard how his leader approached his fiance, while Izuku began to tense up in front of the shogun. Immediately, (Y/N) raised her fluttering eyelids and fixed her gaze on the nobleman's handsome face. Did Bakugou want her to look him in the eyes?

Despite her inner uncertainty, the young Midoriya's gaze wandered over the sharp edges of his contours until finally they slowly collided with the young shogun's iris.

Vermilion

His eyes had a vermilion color.

(Y/N) could understand why so many scary rumors circulated about the color of his eyes, but her first association was not the one she had heard from others. She could see why people associated them with the blood of his enemies, but the youngest Midoriya first thoughts were of the deep red of the sky as soon as the rising sun blinked out just a few inches above the horizon. Then, when the world was almost still haunted by the blackness of the night, before it was slowly but surely chased away by the first warm rays of pure light.

With quick breaths, (Y/N) looked speechlessly at her future husband while trying to suppress the nervous trembling of her body. She could sense Ochako behind her, shifting her weight, shocked as she tried to take in the spectacle in front of her as well. (Y/N), however, continued to do as she was commanded and looked bravely into the face of the shogun. It showed the indomitable will which lay dormant in the depths of his body. The will that was able to break even the strongest fighting spirit of his opponents. The youngest Midoriya knew that she should have felt fear at the sight of him, but all she could think of was the envy that arose in her when she realized what a strong character must reside in this man. How much power he posessed at such a young age.

Silence spread like a heavy blanket over the five nobles, all waiting for the highest ranked to speak again, but Bakugou seemed to be in no hurry. Almost testing, he delayed the moment as he looked down at her in a scrutinizing manner.

"Bakugou Katsuki.", her fiancé finally introduced himself impassively after nodding towards her. For a moment she had thought that she saw a positive emotion in the features of her future husband, but after just a single blink, the moment had already passed away. One more time, (Y/N) sank into a curtsy before putting on a shy, shaky smile. "Midoriya (Y/N). It's an honor to meet you, your grace.", she replied kindly. Silence spread out between the present, while the young couple looked at each other closely. However, Bakugou's companion broke it again before it was getting to be too awkward, waving at her with a radiant smile on his lips:"If I may introduce myself as well. My name is Kirishima Eijirou. I am one of the samurai who followed Bakugou-sama's lead. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Midoriya and Miss eh?"

Surprised that the young man next to the young shogun had again simply spoken up without hesitation, (Y/N)'s attention briefly swung to the red-haired, muscular samurai. How was it that he dared to speak even though his superior was standing right next to him? Bakugou, however, didn't seem to mind, as he waited a short moment, while Ochako hastily introduce herself, without taking his eyes off of (Y/N).

After the brown-haired girl finished her introduction, the shogun  cleared his throat in desinterest. He paid no further attention to his future wife's guest, clearly intending on keeping the conversation as short as possible as he began to declair in a business-like manner: "The negotiations for our engagement have been completed. After the proper engagement period has passed, I will come back to the capital to perform the wedding with you. Until then, I will travel back to my estate in the north." Overwhelmed by the statement, the young Midoriya swallowed down the rising lump before nodding hesitantly: "W-When will you be leaving?", the young lady asked after collecting herself. "In a week!" "In a week? But...", (Y/N) gasped, before breaking off her sentence. It was not her place to object, but she had hoped to at least meet Bakugou a few times before having to marry him.

Kirishima quickly stepped in again, smiling and trying to lighten the mood a bit, after noticing that his leader would say nothing in reply: "Duty calls, milady. But once we're back in town, Bakugou-sama will certainly be able to take up more time to get to know you before the wedding.", he suggested with a bright smile as he bumped his fists against each other in a confident manner. "Maybe... but now Kirishima and I will have to leave! The negotiatons took too much of my time already.", the shogun gave out without showing any interesest in indulgin any of them.

Surprised, (Y/N)'s eyes widened at the curt statement. Had she done something wrong? Why did he want to leave so soon, if he would be gone within the next week? Was he upset that she hadn't been able to hold her tongue? Swallowing, she searched the man's face for an answer, but could find no clues in his closed off expression. Strangely, a trace of disappointment spread through her as she watched the blond man resolutely incline his head in a farewell. Immediately, the youngest Midoriya and Ochako fell back into a deep curtsy as they bowed their heads in supplication.

Before (Y/N) could straighten up again, however, she felt a small oblong box being pressed into her hands. For a brief moment, rough, long fingers brushed against hers, but when she looked up in surprise, she realized miserably that Bakugou, who gave her the gift, had already turned away from her. With a wildly beating heart, she pressed the wooden box to her chest as she watched how Bakugou, was walking away from her without any hesitation in his steps.

How could she face her destiny and fight for her happiness when she was given no choice to do so? If she let him go without another word, wouldn't she have already failed in her purpose? She had to use the time she had left and pray that the gods would lead her graciously. On impulse, (Y/N) took a leap forward despite her intimidated self, before trying to build a bridge between Bakugou and her, even if it meant that she had to use her voice:"T-The spring Festival!" A shiver ran down her spine as the youngest Midoriya saw the shogun pause and turn to face her. "The festival to celebrate the cherry blossoms. The day after tomorrow evening in the emperor's gardens. W-will you be there, your Grace?", she asked, after having scraped together all of her courage. She could see Kirishima turn around as well and look at her with another radiant smile, while her brother looked like he was about to faint. Bakugou, on the other hand, looked at her appraisingly for a few moments before raising his shoulders in a vague gesture. "I'll be busy with the preparation for the following journey!", he replied impassively as he spun around again. Dejectedly, (Y/N) lowered her gaze, before she suddenly heard how her fiancé continued to speak: "I'll see if I can spare some time."

Eyes widening, (Y/N) gazed after Bakugou as she tried to comprehend what he had just uttered. A shaky smile spread across her lips before she bowed again, though the Shogun could not see this while he headed to the entrance of the estate. "Thank you. I look forward to eventually meeting you there."