#the girl i ask for commissions is probably so tired of me

[midnightmah07]

I wanna pay for another commission so bad I might pay myself one as a gift for myself since my birthday is coming up

[slttygeto]

JJK MEN AS DADS — headcanons.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥featuring: geto suguru, nanami kento and toji fushiguro.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥note: enjoy this alternate universe where everyone is okay and safe and happy.

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╰┈➤ GOJO'S VERSION

—GETO SUGURU ;

some of you might not agree with me on this but he probably never saw himself becoming a dad

sure he loves kids, they do annoy him when they’re loud and all over the place but he never thought that he would have kids

that is until you announced to him that you were pregnant, and his entire world changed

his daughter is pretty much everything to him but he doesn’t spoil her (gojo does)

he wants to teach her proper manners, the right way to communicate things and isn’t big on spoiling

and you both end up raising a sweetheart who’s in love with uncle satoru.

“baby, stay in my sights.” you heard suguru talk to your daughter as you both walked down the food aisle. she was well mannered, didn’t act up or tried to be bratty when told something (unless she was having a really bad day, which was very different).

watching your husband parent a child that looked like a mix of you both was a different kind of love. he was gentle, careful and most importantly trying to be there for her.

from taking her on daddy-daughter dates, to talking things out with her when she was mad at him or when she messed up, suguru proved himself worthy of becoming someone’s father.

“who knew someone else would come along, and you’d call them baby,” you teased the man with a small smile, letting him push the cart while you walked next to him. he shot you a playful glare before grabbing a can of tuna.

“don’t even start—i somehow got used to speaking in girl voice from being forced to attend her tea parties…” he sighs but you know it's far from a tired one. he looks at your daughter with so much love, so much adoration that your heart flutters.

you were incredibly lucky.

“tell me you love me in your girl voice, come on,”

"move."

—NANAMI KENTO;

this man was made to be a father

despite how tired he looks he always makes time for you and your girl

very lovey dovey and is very proud of referring to you two as his girls

whenever he is asked to hang out, he goes 'lemme make sure my girls dont need anything'

hes quite literally the best

most patient, loving and understanding husband/father

ever since you gave birth, kento and your daughter had a routine. you two would feed her at 8p.m when he comes back from work, he would then take her to the bathroom where he would bathe her then read her a bed time story. he would then kiss her goodnight, keep the small moon shaped light turned on before closing the door.

it was endearing because he put it on so much effort when it came to her. you knew it was the bare minimum for a father, but you were still very grateful that you married a good husband and an even better father.

both kento and your daughter were now in the bathroom. bath time usually took about twenty minutes to half an hour, and it would be filled with giggles coming from your four year old and kento's occasional chuckles. but it was oddly quiet, so you decided to go check on them.

when you opened the door, your heart melted at the sight. your daughter had fallen asleep in the bathtub, and so your husband was trying his best to get her out and dry her up before she caught a cold.

and he was doing it so quietly that you couldn't help but ask if he needed any help.

"baby, do you need help?" you whispered to the man holding the sleeping girl, lightly kissing his nape and squeezing his shoulders.

"I got this." he whispered in response, turning around and pressing a light kiss on your lips and forehead.

you watched with heart eyes as he gently woke her up to dry her hair, kissed her forehead and continued on with their routine, before it was time to say goodnight.

nanami kento was an angel sent from above.

—FUSHIGURO TOJI;

this man isn't new to parenting, in fact you knew you weren't his first wife

but you were accepting of it, helped giving the grieving man a second chance at life as he liked to say

you met megumi when he was still so young and the little boy loving you was enough reason for toji to confirm that you were indeed the right one

loving a child that wasn't yours wasn't given to everyone, toji was well aware of that

and as you watched the man parent megumi, you were a bit hesitant to announce to him your pregnancy

when you did tho, he sobbed like a baby

and twins? a boy and a girl? oh he was in for a ride

"you little rascals better let me love on my wife in peace." your husband whispered to the two sleeping babies in their cribs. it was 9p.m and they were fortunately fast asleep.

you on the other hand, were busy with your oldest.

finally after getting them in bed, you were with megumi in the kitchen asking him what you should pack for his lunch tomorrow, which the ten year old responded with what he typically always chose.

megumi wasn't a difficult child, but with the arrival of the twins, you were a bit worried that he would think you and toji no longer cared for him. dealing with twins wasn't easy, but you were aware and willingly brought two lives to his family, and were fully responsible for it.

when toji was with the twins, you would help out megumi with his homework. and when it was time to breastfeed the babies, toji would take megumi to basketball practice or engage in a random activity together.

"a juice box?" you asked while packing his lunch, which the little boy nodded at before staring at who was coming down the stairs.

"you got school tomorrow at 8?" toji asked megumi, and the little boy responded with a nod. not much of a talker.

"are they asleep?" megumi quietly asked his dad, who raised an eyebrow at him before saying 'yes' and you watched as your son fiddled with his fingers, anxious of what to say next.

"gumi, do you wanna see them?" you stepped in, a hand resting on his back. the little boy looked up at you with sparkly eyes, grateful that you understood him.

"go, and if they do wake up call me." you kissed his forehead and watched as he carefully tiptoed upstairs.

toji's eyes stayed glued on you during the entire interaction, and finally let his arms wrap around your waist once your son was upstairs before resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"thank you," he whispered out, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.

"for what?" you chuckled, caressing the taller man's back.

"for making everything feel like it's worth it."

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[knightyoomyoui]

[COMMISSION] LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT  | TWICE x Male Reader  | CHAPTER : -PROLOGUE-

Welcome to another brand new TWICE fic series of mine! This story will serve both as an adaptation and a soft reboot of the TWICE horror-comedy book titled “Living With Vampires” written by SaiDaChae29 published in 2020 which was sadly left discontinued until now. For this one, it scrapped some of the parts from the original while others were kept and applied changes which will lead to its direct continuation. Special mention also to @nchris00 who ordered a commission and entrusted me to recreate this interesting story as his request. Hope this one won’t disappoint! Thank you so much again!

Now, let’s get this one started shall we? “LIVING WITH VAMPIRES: UNDER THE VEIL OF NIGHT” By knightyoomyoui Commissioned by: @nchris00 Part: PROLOGUE Word Count: 1,681

PRESENT TIME

I tucked the maknaes on their bedsheets after I delivered the rest of the girls into their bedroom except for Jihyo and Jeongyeon who are the most sober ones. Mina didn’t drink though since she’s allergic to alcohol, but she still passed out from exhaustion because of how fun we have went on this special day.

“Jeonghoon, are you sure this is on you now?” Jihyo asked me concerned, she was yawning already and it showed me more that my unnies are also tired now too.

“Yeah, I can handle this Jihyo noona. You can both go to sleep now.” I nodded as I looked around at our living room that is cluttered with empty beer cans, chips and plates.

“You sure? Well, don’t forget to rest after this okay?” Jihyo told me.

“Yes, noona.”

“As much as I would love to help Jeonghoon but I’ll leave this one to you now okay? I’ll get back from you tomorrow.” Jeongyeon turned to speak.

“No worries, noona.”

“Goodnight, Jeonghoon.”

“Goodnight noonas.”

They all went upstairs now and I heard them closing the door. I also released my own yawn but I’m not that much sleepy yet unlike them so I decided to volunteer cleaning the room. Also, I wanted to sleep on the couch for tonight anyways since it’s more cold and fresh here.

I started to drag the trash can and some extra garbage bag with me so that I can easily dump the mess we all created around here. I started with the cans, then I tied the used bags before replacing it with a new one then I went outside the dorm to take this out on the nearest garbage station in this building’s storey.

Going back to the dorm, I then proceeded on collecting the used plates, stacking them up and placed them on the sink. I’m the type of guy who hates seeing stacked plates on the sink and kinda not a fan of washing dishes so I immediately cleaned it off rather than letting it become an eyesore when the girls or me woke up tomorrow.

After putting them on the drying rack, I changed my outfit to my pajamas and slumped my body back on the couch. I breathe deeply to feel its softness while I blink rapidly as I stare on the wall, thinking of something to do before I go the sleep since I still don’t feel like resting yet.

Then something crossed my mind.

We just watched some vlogs that the girls recommended from their favorite YouTube channels, so I thought of an idea that what if I make my own vlog tonight.

Well, not exactly a vlog where I go record not only myself, but the people and the place around wherever I go that will require a much more editing process, I just felt like recording myself.

I was thinking of what should I say on the video, until another thing gave me an idea on what should I do with it.

I grabbed my phone that I’m confident enough of its camera’s quality, using it as I start to record myself. I set it up on our table and grabbed the mini-vase as its support before I prepare myself on the couch and press the record button.

As the timer starts rolling, I began to speak to the camera.

“Hi, Min Jeonghoon here. Right now its already 12:30 AM and it’s very late but I’m not sleepy yet so… I just wanted to do something interesting that will probably drain the remaining energy I have left in my body haha, and I thought of recording this video talking about…

how I met these nine ladies who turns out to be also… vampires.

I get it, saying it as if it is real would make me look like I’m crazy. Well, not like the others out there. Some would say I just tell a silly joke, but some might… be as crazy as me. Because this isn’t just a fiction. I’m just a type of guy who knows how right or wrong people are. And right now, believe me when I tell you that I’m sorry but… vampires do exist.

But before, I get to introduce them to you all, let me clarify some cliches and stuffs that turns out to be myths for people to believe in and pass it in every generations for others to learn. I want to educate others based from my own experience, with what I’ve learned about them during the entire 2 years of living with them.

First off, they are not immortals. They’re almost like us humans BUT like I said, almost because the little part of it that them still differs from us is that they age but way too slowly. I think its because of their DNA that works 10 times slowers that the normal one, so imagine that a vampire looks like 20 years old, well guess it already that its age might actually be in 200 years or something.

Oh and also, speaking of blood, they do have a very active cells of immune system, so it is true that their wounds or injuries heal a lot faster.

Next off, does vampires need blood to survive? Yes. That’s probably like the most common thing that we see in the movies right? Everyone also would even have it as their primary guess about what do they think about vampires, but at the same time they wanted to also confirm it if it does yet sadly they think it’s just a fantasy. But here I am now, telling you from what my own eyes have seen that they do indeed need blood.

Additional clarification, they drink animal blood though, not humans… even if its more healthy than animals. But they have to, because I’ve known these girls already that they cannot bear to kill a person because they are better than that. So, they found an alternative which is actually pig blood, mostly similar to humans which was proven by some scientists through what we call a “xenotransfusion”, some type of blood transfusion to humans. 

What’s also interesting about them is that they do behave having it as their most crucial need. Just like humans, if us cannot standing drinking water or eating food for more than 3 days, well it’s the same thing that can be applied to them, only that the blood involves with it too. They starve and get thirsty much worse than humans, so I’m telling you that you really must be careful at the other vampires that you may encounter in the public that is suffering from this, because it won’t hesitate for a single second to kill you and help that vampire satisfy its needs.

Third one would be… hmm oh yeah, this is also quite commonly asked about vampires. Do they actually have fangs? Yes, and it ‘s retractable. It only extends when they’re about to feast something… or somebody. It grows definitely way sharper and longer than both humans and animals combined, but it’s almost unrecognizable unless you pay attention to it.

Well… I remember it happened on the first time seeing it on the first day I met them… yeah. Kinda scary, but I got trained to get used by it. It’s just that this one specific girl just loves to make fun of me with it.

Fourth of the most frequently asked questions would be about vampires hating the sunlight. Yup, they’re are not comfortable with it at all. Just imagine a skin getting poured by a muriatic acid, that’s how their sensitive skin react to the rays. However, they don’t die easily. I think it’s their eyes that are much sensitive than their skin, because their eyes are mostly made for darkness, explaining why they are also considered as creatures who prefer to remain in the dark.

About the eyes though, I debunk some rumors that their pupils enlarge and turns to be almost black whenever they feel anger, hunger or something like that. It remains the same, however… don’t stare at them for too long, you may not know… you’re already acting unusual under their command. You’re probably gonna be enchanted about their eyes because their irises tends to possess some various special colors like either red, sky blue, etc.

To quickly insert some other informations that needs to be corrected or be proven, vampires don’t turn like a bat just like Dracula and Mavis from Hotel Transylvania, they are stronger and faster than our physical abilities, they also don’t hate garlic -actually one of the girls loves it on her food- or can’t see their reflection in the mirror. My girls do make-ups and loves fashion a lot so… that’s why.

Lastly would be yes, they can turn a human into a vampire once they bit them. But the transformation process is slow and painful once they inject that some sort of a venom into some human’s blood which would alter the DNA. They gotta endure it because if i’m not mistaken, there’s no cure yet for these.

I also remember when one of my friends here said that half-vampires also exists. It is rare actually, because mostly vampires doesn’t get attracted or involve in some sort of a relationship with humans. One thing I know that they would differ from a full blooded vampires is that they can actually go free around outside without getting burned or they don’t need that much blood to survive.

Well, that’s enough information for today’s video. Now let’s move on to these nine girls that I’m talking about. The vampires that took me in, thought that they would become a danger after I learned about their true identity, and yet here I am, ending up as their so called little brother figure and… the second family I now treat in my life.

Nayeon. Jeongyeon. Momo. Sana. Jihyo. Mina. Dahyun. Chaeyoung. Tzuyu. That’s the names of my friends... my sisters... and the people I already consider as the second family I cherish the most, no matter who they actually are.

And this is how my story went with them…

[misc-obeyme]

Hey it’s me again!

If you could write about how the brothers react to an mc that doesn’t allow anyone to see in side their sketch book and when they do show them

(If it’s too long that’s okay too, Hope you have a good day)

Hello again!

Okay I tend to imagine the brothers being very interested in anything their MC is doing, but some of them are certainly more persistent than others lol. Anyway, I enjoyed writing this!

Thank you for the request!

brothers reacting to GN!MC who won't let them see their sketchbook at first

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

He notices that you’re always sketching away, but he’s not going to ask you about it at first. He’s just glad you’re keeping busy.

Gets curious and asks you what you’re always drawing. When you refuse to show him, he doesn’t push you. Just accepts that you’re keeping it to yourself.

When it’s just the two of you, you finally let him see it. He won’t ask you after your first refusal so you have to show him yourself. He’s impressed that you’re so dedicated to honing this skill. Flips through the pages reverently.

If you’ve sketched him at all, he’ll act like it’s no big deal, but he’s secretly pleased. Unless you’ve drawn him looking tired in which case you’ll probably get a lecture. Shouldn’t you be helping him instead of drawing him in such moments, MC?

Mammon

Asks to see your sketchbook the moment he notices it in your hands. You are gonna have to fight him off. C’mon, MC! Let him see it!

He’ll give up eventually but he’s gonna pout at you about it. Always trying to sneak a peek. And yet if you leave it somewhere, he won’t open it. Just brings it back to you without looking inside. He wants to see it but he wants you to show him.

When you finally do, he’s so happy. Completely thrilled to finally be granted the opportunity to look through it. He loves it. He wants to keep it for himself. If it’s full and you don’t mind, he will.

Gets real flustered if he sees you’ve drawn him. Realizes this means you’ve observed him enough to get the details down. Mammon will be blushing like crazy but he won't be able stop looking at it.

Leviathan

His curiosity is intense. He wants to see inside the sketchbook. He will respect your wishes though and won’t pester you too much.

Levi very likely does some art of his favorite characters himself. So if he has a sketchbook too he’ll show it to you. He’ll be crazy nervous but he’ll show you any fanart he’s done.

When you finally show him, he’s blown away. Oh MC you’re so talented! If you take commissions, he will commission you on the spot. Wants you to draw all kinds of characters for him. He’s ready to spend all his Grimm on this.

If you drew him, he’s going to freak right out. You made him way too good looking. But he’s incredibly flattered that you wanted to draw him at all. Won’t be able to look at it for too long he’s too embarrassed.

Satan

Oh? Are you an artist, MC? He really appreciates the skills required for such endeavors. Won’t you show him some of your work? He’ll accept your refusal. He gets it. Art can indeed be very personal.

He won’t bother you about it, but he will bring it up again. He’ll ask every once in a while if you would like to show him what you’re working on. If you continue to refuse, he will simply move on.

So when you do finally show him, he’s aware of the fact that you trust him enough to do so. This means a lot to him. He’s in love with your work. Asks a lot of questions about your techniques. What kind of materials do you use? What kinds of things do you like to draw most?

Satan will linger over any drawing of him you may have done. Gets thoughtful about how you view him. If you drew him when he wasn’t angry, he’ll appreciate how you see more than wrath in him. But make him really happy by drawing him some cats.

Asmodeus

He certainly wants to see your sketchbook, but even more than that he wants to model for you. Draw him like one of your French girls, MC! You may have to talk him out of posing nude for you. Unless you decide you want to draw a nude model, then you know you can always count on him!

He’s going to ask to look at your sketchbook, but he’ll let it go when you refuse. Might pester you about it a little bit, but doesn’t get too insistent. Trusts that you’ll eventually show him when you’re ready.

Fully appreciates your skill when you do finally show him. He wants to collaborate with you on some new clothing designs. He’s so happy you’re comfortable sharing your art with him.

If you actually did draw him, he’s going to be thrilled. Asmo wants to keep all the sketches of him you’ve done. He’ll put them up in his room where he can see them all the time. Talks you into doing a self portrait so he can admire the two of you together.

Beelzebub

He’s curious, but he won’t ask or bother you about showing him your sketchbook. He will protect it from the prying eyes of others. Glares down any of his brothers that might hassle you about it.

Since he’ll never ask, you’ll have to take it upon yourself to show him. In fact he’s so chill about it that you probably feel comfortable showing him pretty quickly.

He loves everything he sees. He thinks you’re an amazing artist, MC. Beel may suggest you draw some food if you haven’t, but he loves anything that you create. Tell him about your inspirations.

He will get blushy and smile if he finds you have drawn him. He’ll be even more impressed if it’s an action pose - like one where he’s playing Fangol. But either way, he’s happy to see himself through your eyes like this.

Belphegor

Notices your sketchbook, but doesn’t care at first. He has other things to worry about like where to take his next nap. If you tend to sit and draw a lot, he’ll start using your lap as his pillow. Doesn’t mind if you lean your sketchbook on his back to keep drawing. Actually finds this pretty relaxing.

Eventually he’ll get curious. You draw in that sketchbook a lot, MC. Are you any good? When you won’t show him, he’ll just shrug about it and go back to sleep.

Acts like it’s no big deal when you do finally show him, but really it means a lot to him. Knows that it means you trust him enough. Loves all of your art. Points out how he can see the improvement as he flips through it.

He’s actually really curious about how you’ve drawn all his brothers. Lingers over any sketches of them you’ve done. Blushes only a little if he sees one of himself. You really managed to capture his essence.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[mayullla]

Title: Little healer here!

Characters: Hawks / Keigo Takami (My Hero Academia/BNHA)

Summary: After fighting with villains Hawks was badly injured, when you showed up and healed him.

Warnings/tags: Slowburn platonic yandere, fem!child!reader, reader has a healing quirk (maybe-), the obsessions themes are not obvious here but will happen at one point so just in case I am putting this here.

Note: Okay so like my hero academia season 1 to 5 I have watched most of the episodes this month and like here. A small brainrot of adopted dad Hawks turned slow burn yandere everyone kind of deal-

Little healer here! list (part 2 is here!)

It was Hawks who found.. well not necessarily it was more so you found him badly hurt and hiding away after he underestimated a villain he was fighting with.

Hiding injured after the fight in the narrow walkway between buildings he was about to get ready to leave planning on getting up from his seat on the pavement when he heard footsteps only to be left surprised when he saw a child walking in the middle of the dark streets.

A red feather right against your neck you weren't sure what was happening as you looked at the surprised man, tilting your head.

"Mister-san, what are you doing here?" You asked curiously.

Hawks examined you searching for anything suspicious yet other than your white tattered dress and old sneakers and if not a little big for you... nothing was suspicious.

"Mister you are hurt!" Hawks looked at your eyes, concern was written all over them too real to be fake.

"Yeah, I just happened to trip kid." He told you slowly pulling the sword away from your neck he was worried that he might have caused you trauma from it but your casual reaction was something else really.

"You need to treat it!" You whined at him as you walked closer, you didn't see how tensed the man became still cautious about who you were.

"Hand."

Hawks looked at your small tiny hand that was reaching out for him yet he made no move. Pouting you took a seat on the floor and grabbed his hand, bloody from cuts and bruises. "H-hey kid you shouldn't be doing that-" The warm feeling that he felt within his skin almost tingling within his blood and veins yet was somehow soft and welcoming. The pain soothed over as the cuts and wounds healed themselves.

Watching a large cut on his arm slowly knit together he looked at you, who was focused on your work. His eyes narrowed as he wondered how a small kid like you was here when you have a pretty amazing quirk like this. He thought that at your age most children with some sort of healing quirk could probably heal a scraped knee or a small cut.

Not deep wounds like his...

The moment you released his hand you took a deep breath so tired from healing him yet you looked at him satisfied that you were able to help even if his face was so confused. "There! Healed! No more bobos." You told him standing up you were about to skip away when he grabbed your hand.

"Hmmm?" You glanced back at the once wounded man now all healed.

"Uhh thanks for healing me. Can you tell me your name kid?" Hawks asked with a smile on his face trying to look calm. You looked back at him smiling, you told him your name and that you were from an orphanage not too far from here. It seemed like that was enough for him to let you go as you headed back to the orphanage not knowing a small feather go stuck on your hair.

Heading back he went to tell the Hero Commission about a little gem he had found hiding away in an old orphanage. Having a quirk that was maybe as strong as Recovery Girl if carefully watched over will be beneficial to the hero world after all.

He thought that all he needed to do was tell and that was it, as he was reminded of your little smile he thought that that was the last time he would see you smile like that. He wondered why his heart for a moment became hollow.

"Huh? You are asking me to take care of her? Sorry but like I also have an agency to take care of and like hero work and all." Hawks did not expect them to suddenly ask him to take care of you. Currently, it seems that they have their hands full with things to do. Hawks too was busy but in their eyes right now he still should have enough time to take care of a child.

Hawks really thought it was a bad idea as he entered an old orphanage gate the old rusty gate creaking as he moved to open it called many of the residents' attention. And by residence, he means children.

He was quickly bombarded with children all of who were surprised the hero Hawks were there while teachers tried to calm the children down and asked Hawks why he was there.

He was interested in adopting a child much to everyone's surprise.

The hesitant look on the elder teacher's face as she left you and Hawks alone was understandable but unfortunately, he was on a mission right now. "Why is mister-san here?"

"Why can't I say hi and thank the person who helped me in the alleyway?" Hawks teased you. "But then why are we here in this room?" You asked looking around the blue walls decorated with paper flowers. "This room is where children find a home."

"Do you not want to be adopted? Don't you also want a place to call home?" Hawks asked, watching as you shook your head. "I want a home." There was longing in your eyes, yet somewhat scared. It made Hawks wonder how you came to this orphanage how you ended up here... he thought of that time you healed him. You seemed to have no fear of blood when you healed him.

"But Mister-san looks too young to be a father."

..... "Oi."

Hawks was not sure if he should take that as a compliment or an insult. On one hand, it is a compliment to be called young sometimes but from a kid that he was supposed to be adopting he wasn't so sure.

"Listen kid, my name is Keigo Takami. Hero name Hawks. I am quite popular with the young generation. So you not knowing my name means that I doing something wrong here." The small giggles you made covering your hand from letting them made Hawks smile a little, the knowing mischievous twinkle in your eyes was a dead giveaway.

"Mister-san do you want me to call you dad?"

"...."

Hawks looked at the papers about your quirk, a healing quirk that he was expecting so long as you are touching the person you can heal that person. Simple it seems but strong... Hawks wondered "So do you use your quirk often?"

"Hmmm sometimes, I am the only one who can heal in this orphanage so a lot of my friends look for me when they get hurt." You said looking at your hands, as you swung your legs under the table.

"How about outside the orphanage?" Hawks asked, you looked at him in the eyes and then outside as you wondered. A finger in under your mouth as you tried to figure out if you ever healed someone outside the orphanage. "You?"

"Very cheeky kid." You giggled as he raised a brow a smirk on his lips. "Sometimes I do. It is not often that I find someone bleeding on the side of the alleyway." Your eyes glittered.

"Very funny." Hawks rolled his eyes, as you continued to giggle.

You were a cute kid really as the conversations he had with you were all light and carefree it almost made him relax a little. And after a few more visits you were adopted by him, as you waved goodbye to your friends you looked at the man with red wings.

You smiled as the teachers told you that you now found a home and that you are so fortunate. That you must be good. Hawks waited till you said your goodbyes before taking you to his car.

"This is your new home," the house was luxurious so different from the old orphanage you lived everything was second-hand if not third or fourth hand. You gasped at how bright and shiny the place was running around yet careful not to touch anything afraid that your might break something.

Hawks watched you roam around the place with sparkling eyes.

Your room was empty and bare of any design or furniture except for a bed, desk and wardrobe. Hawks had told you that he would let you design the place to your liking but you told him that this was enough. The red hawk plushie that he placed on top of the bed was more than enough.

Hawks can't help but smirk at you patting your head as he heads to the kitchen asking what you would like to eat. The meal was joyful, something that Hawks didn't experience often in his own home, not like he was the type to invite people here often when he was so busy.

He asked you if you knew how to wash and you told him you could, giving you your pajamas he prepared you a bubble bath something that made you super excited.

"Ohh! Bubbles!!"

Brushing your teeth in from of the mirror with Hawks right beside you. The cheerful sounds in the lonely house were unfamiliar to Hawks as he watched you watch cartoons on the tv. Not bad, something in his mind he could get used to.

Maybe...

He just didn't expect to have a hard time getting you to bed. When you tried to run away from your room only to get caught by his red feathers. You pouted at him as he tucked you into bed. "Kids don't grow unless they get lots of sleep didn't the caretakers in the orphanage not tell you that?" He smirked at your face, poking your chubby cheeks.

"Yeah..."

"Well get to sleep." He was about to leave a feather right by the switch to turn the lights of your room of when you grabbed his t shirt. Sighing he turned back to you to see your hesitant face, almost lost and scared that he was your only hope. It was weird... something that Hawks never saw ever since he meet you.

"Don't go..." The voice was small, scared. "Please don't go. I am scared..."

It made Hawks nervous as he took a seat on your bed. You covered most of your face with a blanket but it seems that the strength on your hand that was holding his t-shirt did not lessen. "Hey what is the matter kid? Don't worry nothing bad is gonna happen to yah. You are staying at a hero's home no?"

Your eyes watered as your hold on his t-shirt tightened "I am scared... I am scared that this might all be a dream." You mumbled softly yet Hawks heard everything.

Watching you hold his t-shirt he wasn't sure what to say all of the sudden... "Don't worry... I won't leave you." Hawks softly said placing a hand on your head "I promise you that once you wake up nothing would be a dream and that Mr. Hawks will be right beside you when you open your eyes." Raising the red hawks' plushie that you forgot in the living room he placed it right beside you.

"Promise?" You asked the strength on your hold lessen as you raised your other hand showing your pinky. Hawks smiled softly as he grabbed your pinky with his. "I promise."

Hawks almost knew nothing about how to care for a kid really, yet his head can't help but melt as you continued to cling to his shirt. He stayed with you when you closed your eyes, he stayed with you till your breath slowed a little with little snores. You were asleep tired from a hectic day.

Hawks didn't leave the room immediately unable to get up as he looked at the ceiling. The room was once an empty bedroom meant for guests who would probably stay at best a day or two.

Yet now it was given to a little girl that he was supposed to take care of for who knows how long. He thought he would not get attached he cant not with his line of work. Yet the reality was much harsher to him when he watched as the power in your hand slowly fade little by little dropping to the bed sponge.

Really he also doesn't think that he would be a great caregiver to you. Honestly, he didn't think he would be taking care of a kid in his early 20s. He was told he was to send you to UA where Recovery girl will care of you all the while teaching you how to use your quirk. He thought that at most he will giving you food and shelter at most he didn't think you and him would interact this much.

And this was all in one day...

You would probably be at AU almost the whole day once he gets back to his hero duty to busy then. He was only given a few days off to look after you so that you could get used to your new life.

Maybe then things would change, and maybe you and he would not grow any closer then... when it happens...

He didn't know how long he stayed in your room but in the end, he stood up and left slowly closing the door so as to not let you wake up.

"Awake birdy?" You rubbed your eyes as you stared at the man who wore a cute-looking apron with frills on them. Something was frying in the kitchen, the delicious smell woke you up. "Want some pancakes?"

"Umh!" You nodded your head holding tightly to the hawk plushie. You let him grab you pulling you out of the bed as he had his feathers clean up the bed. Picking you up you clung to his neck still sleepy trying to wake up as your stomach growled.

[m1d-45]

hidden blessings

summary: thoma takes you to the teahouse, but you two are interrupted. you don’t know whether it’s fortunate or not, but it will affect your trajectory within inazuma.

a/n: this one goes out to @shizunxie and @alexteea, who asked for a part two to small miracles. i now fear talking in the tags [/hj].

word count: ~2.1k

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma archon quest, spoilers for ayato story quest, probably out of character ayato…. green tea?

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill

<< first part || < masterlist > || third part >>

komore teahouse is warm.

the moment the door opens, it’s the first thing you notice. the air smells of honey and spices, heated by some invisible fire. your hand is still in thoma’s, leading you behind him as he moves into the teahouse.

taroumaru sits up a little straighter on the counter as you two approach, but doesn’t seem on guard. strange, considering you’re not a member of the kamisatos, but since you have thoma with you…

“hey there taroumaru! is anybody here?”

the dog barks once. you don’t know what that means, but thoma seems satisfied, pulling you to one of the tea rooms.

“komore teahouse is owned and operated by the yashiro commission, so only those approved by the con can enter. whoever your hiding from-“ how did he know? “-can’t get in here, alright?”

he waves at a cushion and starts to fiddle with a tea set, lighting a small flame on the end of one of his fingers for the heating element. it’s strange to see such nonchalant usage of his vision… but wouldn’t that be normal here?

people with dendro visions selling herbs grown to order, hydro users automatically refilling their drinks, anemo wielders catching a dropped pen or paper before it hits the ground…

not for the first time, you wonder how you ended up in such a world.

“there! that should be ready soon. i’ve made you green tea, hope you don’t mind.”

you shake your head. even plain water would be fine to relieve the burn of salt on your tongue, and the fact that he went so far to make you tea when he barely knew you..

you lick your lips, “thank you.”

he waves it off with a laugh, sitting down himself. “oh, don’t worry about it. and please, save your breath, id hate for you to irritate your throat on my behalf.”

you swallow. salt stings. you’re quickly getting tired of the taste.

“that being said, i do have some questions, if you don’t mind. for starters, you are hiding from the shogunate, right?”

you pause, watching the fire flicker. yes, he’s with the yashiro commission, but he personally had to hide with yoimiya from the vision hunt decree, didn’t he?

you nod.

“thought so… well, the good news is that i can help you, but you have to tell me why they’re looking for you, alright?”

there it is. the fact that he went so long without asking why you were hiding is a testament to his character, but even he couldn’t trust fully when he’s so close to the kamisatos.

though, he did bring you into the teahouse…

“you stay here, and i’ll go get a notepad from the back room. if the tea’s done by then, feel free to pour yourself a cup!”

he stands up from his spot and exits the tearoom, hesitating for a moment in the doorway before undoing the string keeping the cover tied above the doorway. the mat rolls down smoothly, swaying, and you’re suddenly alone in the room.

though being ‘alone’ probably doesn’t apply in a tearoom belonging to the kamisato clan. you don’t remember seeing the girl at the front, nor have you heard the other two NPCs inside, but that must only mean there’s more security elsewhere.

and that the clan must have moved the prior personnel.

…like to hunt for the imposter running around teyvat.

no matter how kind they looked, they were still involved with the shogunate. there’s no way they haven’t heard of the situation, and have likely dispatched some of their best to find you.

and you’ve walked right into one of their bases.

suddenly the warmth in the room feels oppressive, the soft smell of green tea overwhelming. you shouldn’t have caved. you shouldn’t have agreed to come with thoma, shouldn’t have let his kindness pull at your bruised, beaten heart, you shouldn’t you shouldn’t you shouldn’t-

“-ot necessary, my lord, i-“

“-best for you. please, allow-“

words outside your room pull you from your thoughts, muffled by your heartbeat in your ears. it’s familiar but you don’t know why, footsteps and voices passing through the thin walls. three men are speaking, and are quickly approaching your room.

you tense, but settle for grabbing a spoon to try and soothe yourself. they won’t come in here, you tell yourself. you have to trust thoma.

the footsteps stop.

“is this the room?”

it’s not your room. it’s not. you’re safe in the teahouse. you have to be. thoma is on your side.

fingers fit between the mat and the floor, carefully curling the edge to roll it back up.

no.

three sets of shoes appear. two are dark, one dressier with a golden design on it, and the third are taller, heeled, with a buckle. the mat rolls higher, almost ridiculously slow, revealing details you struggle to place.

white pants. brown striped shorts. a black belt, a jacket lined with purple on the inside, yellow tassels and black gloves and you hate that you don’t know who it is.

the mat reaches the ceiling, hands you now recognize as thoma’s tying it back up.

to his side are two men. one is dressed simply, like the many NPCs around the city, and the other…

kamisato ayato.

his clothes are far simpler than his model, but he’s unmistakable. calculating lavender eyes, framed by deceptively soft eyeliner and baby blue bangs. the vision dangling off his hip, the set of his shoulders….

it’s only by sheer will that your terror doesn’t show on your face.

the unidentified man hums, crossing his arms, and thoma looked between the two of them with obvious unease. they must be the voices you heard.

“hello.”

ayato is the one who breaks the silence, and you almost wish he hadn’t. his presence is far more intimidating in person, very much so what you should have expected from somebody of his status. you clutch your spoon tighter.

“i don’t recognize them, my lord,” the unnamed man says, and something in ayato’s eyes shift. you can’t decide if it’s better or worse.

“so you’re the one that’s caught thoma’s eye.” ayato walks into the room, taking a seat across the table from you. “why?”

you shouldn’t be surprised he knew that. you still are, as information couldn’t possibly be passed all the way to him in time for him to arrive.

thoma walks in, taking off the pot you didn’t notice was boiling, attempting to break the tension by pouring out two cups of tea.

the pot hesitates over the third cup. “hisashi, would you like some tea?”

hisashi. why is that name familiar?

the man—hisashi—shakes his head, but does walk in to lean against the doorframe. “no.”

the teapot is set back down on the table, but ayato raises a hand as thoma steps away.

“please, stay. i have as many questions for you as i do for…?”

his eyes turn to you and you can feel the bitter taste of salt burn away any thought you have of responding. the tea looks too hot to drink, and you’re not sure if green tea would taste the same here anyway.

“ah, i never got you your notepad!”

thoma tries to leave for a second time, and ayato stops him again with a questioning look.

what had you gotten yourself into?

“they’re sick, and their voice doesn’t sound too good. i was getting them a pen and paper to ask my own questions before..”

a small smile crossed the commissioner’s face. “excellent job, thoma. you may leave; and please, take your time.”

thoma quickly bows before leaving with hurried steps.

ayato’s gaze returns to you, and he picks up his cup, swirling it twice before taking a small sip. his eyes sweep your figure, pausing momentarily on the hand with the spoon. you let it go, pulling your hand back into your lap, and he hums. after another drink, he sets down his cup.

“you should really try some,” he says, nodding at your untouched tea. “thoma always makes excellent tea.”

you don’t doubt it, but you’re not keen on drinking something still steaming. it may be wise to drink it, something something green tea has medicinal properties and the warmth will ease your throat…. you still don’t touch it.

his eyes flash, and you feel like you passed some sort of test.

“are the shogunate after you?”

you nod.

“do you know why?”

you hesitate. you technically do, as it’s likely the same reason you were chased out of liyue and everywhere prior, but you still don’t know why they’re accusing you of such things. you didn’t do anything initially, you’d barely gotten out your name before…

“interesting.” you look back from where your eyes have wandered, seeing his smile has grown. apparently your silence was answer enough. “you’re not from inazuma.”

it’s not a question, but you shake your head no anyways.

“and yet you know me.”

why wouldn’t you? he’s the head of the yashiro commission, a prominent figure in inazuman politics. even outside of inazuma, surely there’s people that know the yashiro commissioner, right? you know he stays out of the public eye most chances, and that ayaka handles that side of things, but still. it can’t be that rare.

ayato takes another drink of his tea. you wonder when thoma will come back. ayato told him to ‘take his time,’ but finding a pen and paper shouldn’t…

…oh.

kamisato ayato. what else did you expect?

“do you have any plans to stay in inazuma?”

you didnt have plans at all, really. you fully expected to die in the ocean, whether by the fall or the waves or the rocks below. perhaps even osial, if you were unlucky. all you wanted was food and maybe some clothes; you didn’t think you’d get this far.

you shrug.

“given your state, i doubt you can leave,” he points out. “do you even have any mora?”

the jab works better than you thought it would, the memory of the kind hilichurls sharing the mora from the chests they guarded for you to get things from marketplaces sparking defensiveness. of course you have mora, because you had friends.

“even if you did-“ oh, he is far too good at his job “-i don’t believe it’s enough for you to make yourself presentable enough to get a job.” he’s speaking to his teacup, watching the tea swirl. “so i offer you a deal.”

of course. of course he wants a deal.

“you tell me why the shogunate is after you, and i will protect you from them.”

what.

there’s no way he could do that. he couldn’t just go against the tenryou commission like that. there’s no way. there has to be a catch.

“i can see you’re confused.” if you weren’t certain it would hurt, you’d have said something sharp in reply. “thoma is an excellent judge of character. though he is sometimes far too kind for his own good, he still knows a criminal when he sees one. i am inclined to agree with his judgement, and this wouldn’t be the first time the tenryou commission has unwittingly accused an innocent.”

…huh?

the sudden tone shift sends your brain in a loop, repeating his words over in your mind. he was offering you an out? why was he willing to go so far from his duties for somebody he didn’t know?

ayato finishes his tea, setting down the empty cup on a platter. he seems to be waiting for your response, surprisingly, and the only problem is that you don’t know what to say.

you’re faced with the same dilemma again: trust, and get involved with people that could get you in severe trouble were you to be caught, or decline, and risk getting caught quicker by giving up that safety.

footsteps project thoma’s rearrival. he hesitated in the doorway, likely sensing the tension, but comes in anyway, placing down first a plain notepad, then a similarly simple pen on top.

“would you like anything else, my lord?”

“sit, please.”

thoma pauses again, and it’s comforting to know that not everybody here knows everything.

that point is driven further home when he chooses to sit next to you rather than ayato.

the commissioner himself seems shocked, his eyes widening slightly as he sits up straighter. beside you, thoma’s hands twist in his lap, and you wonder if even he knows why he chose what he did.

ayato clears his throat, catching your attention once more.

“do you accept?”

[linkemon]

Demoiselle en détresse (Bakugō Katsuki x Reader) [Fantasy AU]

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ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʙɴʜᴀ. [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ꜱᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ, ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴛʀɪʙᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ… ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ǫᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪꜱ - ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ?

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ. ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏ-ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ "ꜱᴜꜰꜰɪxᴇꜱ" ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ.

Night was falling. Flames from a small fire shot up cheerfully and five tired hikers warmed themselves around it, talking about the events of the past weeks.

— My magic didn't work on these creatures at all — said Ochaco. — I still have a lot to learn.

Everyone shuddered at the mention of nasty flying monsters.

The only one who knew who the mysterious beasts were was [Reader] but she wasn't going to reveal it to the rest of the group.

She played her role, one of many previously prepared for the destinations. As the queen of Kamino, she was taught from a young age to take on various characters and put on appropriate masks. This time she chose the role of a wise woman who didn't stick her nose out from behind books. She changed her appearance and became a quiet mouse. One of the advantages was that she did not have to completely shed her highly developed manners and higher education, which would have been difficult for her to hide.

— Thank you again for saving us, Your Higness — she said to Shōto, who nodded and returned to sipping the aromatic brew of phosphorescent mushrooms.

— It was amazing — Izuku added and began to mumble in fascination.

It didn't take a few moments for him to start writing something down in the leather book he carried with him throughout the journey.

The only person who did not speak flatteringly to the prince that evening was Katsuki Bakugō — the last living representative of a wild tribe from the South and the owner of a huge dragon. With a frown on his face, he repeatedly announced that he didn't need rescuing. Todoroki did not accept his challenge to a duel, which was considered a personal grudge. Finally, in order not to escalate the situation, [Reader] asked the blonde to go collect more firewood. Despite this, curses and the sounds of branches could be heard coming from the forest, which (judging by the cracking sounds) were probably broken by the force of muscles.

— So, if I understood correctly earlier, you are going to try? — Shoto asked.

— Yes. — Ochaco pulled her cloak tighter around her. — We hope that we will be able to convince the oracle. I want to get money to ease the burden on my parents. Along the way, I met Izuku, who wants to become a hero. As for [Reader]… — the girl trailed off.

Until now, she hadn't really thought about what the scientist's goal was.

— My wish is a secret.

— Anyway, she's the only one who knows the way to this place. — Without her, we would probably have been wandering for a long time. Katsuki joined us later. He saved us from monsters similar to those your majesty fought this morning. Then he said he wanted to get to the cave as quickly as possible and joined us. I didn't even try to ask about his wish, I'm too afraid of him. — She pouted. — Along the way, we also met Tenya Īda, a noble knight following an ancient code and...

This was going to be a long story.

— We have a lot of adventures behind us. — Izuku smiled. — And now we're a day away from our destination. I think it's time to rest a bit.

Thus the blankets were distributed and the company fell into a deep sleep in the midst of the ancient forest.

Some time later, Katsuki also joined them. Ever since they first encountered the beasts, they had been on guard duty. That evening, he was first in line.

However, he didn't wake [Reader] up so she could take over his shift like he should have. As he approached and tried to pull her from sleep, she muttered something about five minutes and then began to snore softly. The blonde wanted to shout at her but eventually he adjusted her blanket, added his own and only muttered:

— Sleep well, idiot.

He didn't want to admit it but the scientist caught his eye at the very beginning of the trip. In the first days, she stayed away from him but after he rescued her from the hands of a famous thug called Stain, their relationship warmed up significantly. Sometimes, sitting under the stars, they talked about various trivial and serious topics, enjoying each other's company. They also happened to fly on a dragon in the moonlight.

This was the guard that Katsuki wanted to send, a being who, contrary to appearances, is very intelligent but cunning. It was hard to get him to do any favors other than tearing to shreds and burning everything he could find. [Reader] seemed to be his favourite though because he even let her pet his muzzle. For most of the group, this was an unattainable phenomenon.

In reality, however, the dragon instinctively sympathized with the girl, after all, like her, he was pretending to be someone he was not.

The mythical animal flashed its eyes and nodded in agreement.

The wild one needed sleep too. He planned to reach the oracle with the others in the morning.

This is how the last night before trials passed.

***

At dawn, the travelers said goodbye to Prince Todoroki and his brave white steed and headed towards the caves.

They managed to open the mysterious door to the underworld because Izuku solved the mysterious riddle thanks to his knowledge of mythical heroes.

The dragon had to stay outside, there was no chance of dragging the huge creature into the narrow corridors.

It was dark inside, so Ochaco turned on the light on the end of her wand. They went deeper, trusting the [Reader's] notes, which actually belonged to the castle's book collection. The air was thick, stuffy and stale. They passed stalactites and stalagmites, occasionally scaring bats, to see the mysterious path and the shadow at its end.

When a person hears the word "oracle" they usually imagine a beautiful woman. However, it turned out to be an older man with long black hair who introduced himself as Shōta Aizawa. He obviously just woke up.

— You're interrupting my nap, you idiots. — He rolled over.

— We came to take trials — Izuku said.

— All of you?

He was answered by four nods.

— Great, let the trials begin or something... — He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. — Oh, I would have forgotten. Only one of you will reach the end and I will grant theirs wish. The rest will fly out of here faster than you can imagine.

No one was prepared for such a quick turn of events. Especially the young queen when she realized her hopeless situation.

Before they could ask anything more, white light surrounded the hikers.

This is how the journey through a strange maze full of traps began. It was somewhere above the caves. This was indicated by the green grass, clean air and daylight.

During the trials, Izuku came to the conclusion that he could become a great hero without his wish, willingly giving his chance to the others. Ochaco said that if it weren't for [Reader] who saved her from the thorny vine, she would have beend dead and she honorably retired. They disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke and that was all that was seen of them.

So Katsuki and the false scientist remained on the battlefield. They reached the end of the maze without any major obstacles. There were two shining swords lying there and nothing else.

— I think they want us to fight. — The girl raised her sword.

She took lessons at night but she was aware that she had no chance against the wild man.

— I won't fight you because you pose no challenge to me. — Hey you, Aizen, or whatever your name was, come up with something else! — he shouted at the top of his lungs.

— A fight is a fight, these are the rules of the final trials — the man said in a dispassionate voice.

He was sitting on the wall, unnoticed so far.

— I don't give a damn about your games. You can't force me. — The blonde crossed his arms on his chest.

— You will die here.

— You have to watch us, otherwise you wouldn't be here to begin with. You want to sleep, so going away is not an option for you — [Reader] deduced.

It was a mistake. A nasty smile appeared on the face of the previously calm man, heralding trouble.

— I know you inside and out. I also know what your wishes are. You want your family back, Bakugō — he continued. — Do you even know who you're up against here?

A shiver ran down the girl's neck and she tightened her fingers on the hilt of the sword she was holding.

— Enlighten me.

— Queen [Reader] of Kamino — he said in a quiet voice, then disappeared in a black cloud and reappeared on the wall.

— Katsuki, listen...

— A family of murderers!

The girl could barely withstand the force of the angry boy's attack. The hail of blows fell with unexpected speed. [Reader] felt adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tried to use any defense. Every breath she took was burning with fire because the enemy did not give her even a moment's respite.

The blade clanged as it hit the floor and the girl felt the blade close to her throat. After a moment, she saw him raise it up to deliver the final blow. Her ears were ringing. She tried to articulate a sentence but her voice refused to obey her.

— You've won — a scathing voice whispered to the last of the wild people — I told you I'd make you fight.

The sword was pulled back to a safe distance.

— Get her out of here before I change my mind!

— NO.

[Reader] felt like she was doing one of the biggest stupid things in her life but she had responsibilities and debts to pay. Even if she was defeated and had to be on her knees begging for help.

— It's not fair. Why should I be judged for something my parents did? I know they murdered your tribe fighting for the land but it's not my fault. It's also not the fault of the humans, who will soon face an army of beasts called Nomu. The ones you dealt with along the way. My people don't stand a chance against them. My wish is to stop Shigaraki, their master. I know that tens of thousands of nameless people are nothing to you compared to the parents you lost but I'm going to ask you to use my wish anyway. If revenge or a crown is of any value to you — she felt a lump in her throat — then I'm ready for that too.

— Enough of these sappy speeches — said Aizawa.

With these words, he snapped his fingers and [Reader] disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke.

***

— Your Highness. — Maiden bowed. — Our savior, Katsuki Bakugō, has arrived.

[Reader] nervously adjusted her diadem and smoothed her dress.

— Let him in.

The boy entered as if he was oblivious to the dozens of pairs of eyes watching him in the throne room.

In fact, he admired the craftsmanship and wealth around him. Like all the way to the palace. The city had been blooming and prospering for a year. When he made his wish, he was not fully aware of how many lives he was saving. Now, with so many residents in front of his eyes, he was convinced that he had done the right thing. Strangers who recognized him on the street began to congratulate him, invite him to dinner and give him flowers. This wasn't what he expected.

Even more so, he didn't expect that his heart would accelerate so much at the sight of her.

— I thought I'd drop by.

He had the same cheeky smile as before.

The girl gracefully descended from the platform to kneel in front of the blonde. There were quiet whispers in the room:

— It is not proper to stand higher than Her Highness.

As if on cue, each courtier lowered themself to the floor and bowed their head. There was complete silence.

The boy felt his cheeks turning red.

— I'm not going to kill you or take your crown, so get up, you idiot.

There were murmurs again:

— The hero insults Her Highness?

The queen obediently stood up, dismissing the court with a gesture. A sincere, warm smile appeared on her face.

— It's good to see you again, Katsuki. I would like to thank you for your wish. After the oracle sent me away, I was almost sure that I would have nothing to return to and yet I am standing in my own palace among my subjects.

— You declared me a hero and publicly confessed your parents' sins. — He glanced at her.

— I know it won't bring your family back but I want to fix as many mistakes as I can. Is there something you want? Do you have any treasure or reward in mind that I could repay you with?

— I don't need anything — he muttered.

Suddenly the distance between them decreased dramatically. The boy couldn't stop following every detail on [Reader's] face. The last rays of the setting sun passed through the colorful stained glass windows and danced in the girl's hair and eyes.

— They say every knight should be kissed after saving a damsel in distress — she whispered.

— Well... I think that sounds good.

Bakugō expected it to be just a kiss on the cheek but he received so much more. The girl's lips were soft and warm. He swore he felt sparks spread throughout his body. He placed his hand on her cheek as if he wanted to hold this moment in his memory longer.

From behind the closed door one could hear:

— They look so cute together...

— You see, man, I said that it's a wedding, gimme that three gold coins...

— Youth, I used to be the same...

[Reader], smiling, moved away slightly.

— I think I'm in love, you know? — She looked at him from under her eyelashes.

— That's good, because so do I. — He pulled her and kissed her again.

[aiysan2]

Chapter 8 'Going Under' Dabi x Reader

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"I don't understand why you have to act out like this son?" Enji grumbled, still stuck in his work attire after getting his son out of being arrested again. "You could've put Hawks out of commission." 

Touya had, as always, seen Hawks while out and about, and instead of saying hello, he started attacking him. Touya was already labelled a villain by the public and his constant outbursts alongside Enji having to constantly bail him out of trouble was making his image go into further shit. He was sure by next year, he'd go from number 1 to 100.

"I should've put him out, then he wouldn't act like we're buddies all the time," Touya grimaced, leaning against the car window, in deep thought.

"You're an adult now, you shouldn't have me constantly checking up on you, you should try to get a job or put your time into something important-"

"What like Shoto?"

"You know that's not what I meant, you're too old to be this childish, to still have these outbursts, what happened was long ago and I've changed, doing this isn't going to get my attention, I'm refusing to help you again after this."

"I don't need shit from you!" Touya exclaimed, stepping out of the car as it pulled in front of their house. He had already spoken to the man more than needed, feeling awkward that he even acted like he was a good father just because he 'changed'. 

That was definitely bullshit that he was spewing to make sure Touya doesn't tell the public everything Endeavour did to them growing up, he knows his stupid sister would vouch for him. Who would believe Endevour's villain son over the citizen daughter?

His anger quickly boiled down as he remembered he could vent to his younger brother. He always agreed when it came to their father. There shit talking sessions raging from Enji's farts smelling bad to the neglect he put the two through, it was never a bore when Natsuo was around and he's probably the reason Touya hasn't tried to kill himself.

He knocked on the door of his brother's room heavily, waiting for an answer while he heard shuffling inside. Natsuo opened the door and jumped out of his skin. 

" Sorry I'm still getting used to how fucked your face looks," He smirks as he opens the door wider to allow him in, " you've been gone for a bit,"

"3 days isn't long. " Touya looked around the room, trying to figure out why his brother's room looked so bare, and why there were suitcases on the floor. 

Gosh, I thought he was joking.

"So you two have found a place to stay?" He asked, referring to Natsuo's girlfriend. It had been briefly mentioned that he was looking for an apartment to live in with the rat-quirked girl before proposing to her. Touya was sure he'd get an invite but he definitely wouldn't attend.

"Yeh, yeh you don't expect me to stay here forever right?" He asked, laying on his bed, "I hate being in the same house as that guy, just pisses me off." He paused, Natsuo hated speaking about his father, it always caused random outbursts where he would find himself acting like a copy of his dad. He'd rather be the funny, calm and collected him, his girlfriend has grown to love.

"So what were you up to, I heard Hawks was watching you to make sure you don't die in the streets,"

"Yeh that's why I set him on fire, he got way too close this time,"

"I thought you liked having a babysitter?"

"He's too goddamn friendly, it pisses me off,"

Natsuo laughed, already beginning to miss his brother and reminiscing the years they could've spent together while he was in a coma.

"What about you?" Natsuo asked, knowing how hard it was for Touya to let go.

"What about me?"

"When are you gonna move on?" He was tired of seeing his older brother stuck in the same house for the rest of his life, constantly waiting for his father to pay attention to him and for his mother to stop being docile.

"When the bastard dies?"

"We'll get him in his sleep, pull the duvet over his head when he farts."

" His farts are deadly." They both laughed, eyes flicking around the room remembering all the conversations they had shared.

Silence again from both parties. Touyta slightly overthinking the whole moving-out situation. out of everyone in the house, Natsuo was his rock, always there to support him and now he was packing up and leaving for what, a girl?

" So the rat girl's stolen you?"  He asked, it had a lot less venom than he wanted coming out in a sarcastic tone rather than angry.

" I stole her, trust me you'll get it when you get into a relationship,"

Touya scrunched up his nose, remembering the absolute shit he saw between his parents, and if he was honest, how horrible he thought everyone that wasn't him was. "It's not for me," He shook his head.

"You'll never know, if not you should think of moving out and moving on. I wasn't going to say but all this attention-seeking that you do with Endeavour is getting old fast and then you can also focus on other stuff, not just attacking heroes to piss him off with minor inconveniences. I just want the best for you and-"

" What?" He stands abruptly glaring at his rambling brother, " Natsuo the doctor with his perfect girlfriend, perfect college life and perfect house, thinks he can tell people what's best for them,"

"You're not seriously getting offended by what I've said?!" 

Touya rolls his eyes and walks out of his room, he never really cared whether it was anyone else who said that since he was called a bum a lot, or a parasite that keeps sucking on the money of his family, but for Natsuo to say it, he almost punched the guy.

He was seething, at the point of attacking everyone and anyone just to get over the rage brewing inside of him. 

Thank God for Shoto

It was always easy to find the hero in training since he was always, well, training. He would coop himself away in Endevour's gym trying to learn new combos on moves or build more muscle on his body. 

As if a masterpiece like him needed more than a good quirk.

Dabi wasted no time in blasting his fire through the shoji doors of the room, hoping he scorched his brother. 

"Touya," Shoto grumbled, annoyed that he had been interrupted by his forever-bored brother.

Touya peeked his head through the door a lazy smirk on his face like he was innocent of whatever crime Shoto was accusing him of. "What?"

Shoto rolled his eyes and decided to take a break, sitting on the floor to sip his drink.

"So this is what the next number 1 does? Makes everyone believe they're training when really he's lazing around." He taunted, walking into the room and kneeling in front of his brother.

"So you heard Natsuo is moving out?" Shoto asked, that same stoic look on his face. He knew Touya would react horribly to his brother moving out, he was always on the edge of a mental breakdown and Shoto feared that this could be the thing that finally pushed him.

"What's that got to do with what I'm telling you?" Touya hated the deadpan look Shoto always held on his face, he was jealous at how well the boy could hold himself together, unlike him who'd break down so quickly.

"You're being a dick."

"I'm always a dick," 

Touya felt a constant sickness and restlessness whenever he was around Shoto. The boy was stupidly kindhearted, he never understood how the boy forgave his mother, and he didn't understand how someone blessed with the perfect quirk, body and training couldn't beat him in terms of firepower.

"I'll help you train, that's what older siblings are for."

Shoto wasn't stupid, he had taken up on Touya's offer to spar many times and it usually ended with Shoto having to beg his deranged brother to calm down before he cremated him. 

"I'll pass,"

"What you scared you're going to lose again?"

" Yeh," He shrugged, " leave now before I call our dad,"

Touya squinted, the mention of his father was almost provocative like Shoto wanted Touya to attack him. He allowed a blue flame to engulf his hand, pushing his palms forward and blowing flames in Shoto's direction again.

"You should block, or should I call Endeavour to come and block for you?" He taunted. He continued attacking Shoto, the emotional state he was in overruling any logic, as he tried to fight his brother again. 

A tiny voice played in his head, one that wasn't loud enough for Touya to acknowledge fully, one that told him all his problems would be solved if Shoto just didn't exist. Shoto and Endeavour. If Shoto didn't exist, Endeavour would've trained him to become the strongest he could be. He would be the one getting all the praise in the family. He wouldn't have to rely on Natsuo to keep him company since he would be busy becoming the strongest. If Shoto wasn't here then everything good would come his way.

"Touya!" Endevour's voice boomed through the room, walking in on his oldest about to cremate his youngest, a tight grip on his neck while his other hand became even hotter.

"What?" He rolled his eyes, standing up from the floor, while Shoto gasped.

Endeavour couldn't deal with this stress anymore he couldn't handle everything that Touya brought onto him. He blamed himself before, but as Touya got older he had to take responsibility for his actions. He wouldn't admit it but the deranged tendencies Touya presented scared him, it chilled him to the bone and even though the guy was emotional, it was a coin that held a crybaby and the other that held a psychopath and Endeavour had enough of both.

" You need to leave."

"Yeh I'm going to bed now."

"No, I want you out of the house."

Touya stood confused his face a poker as he tried to figure out what his dad was telling him.

" What you're tossing me aside again, for Shoto?"

Enji's heart twisted, a sudden guilt filling his chest telling him to take it back. Now that he thought about it therapy would be a better option. "That's not what I meant I-"

"No it's fine, it riles you up seeing your failure beat your masterpiece." Touya swallowed deeply, not allowing himself to cry, he wouldn't cry in front of Endeavour, that would just prove he is the weaker sibling. "It's whatever I'll be in my room."

That night he ran. The family wouldn't have worked themselves up that much if it wasn't for the fact that the heroes didn't know of his whereabouts a week later. Hawks who was always available to keep an eye on Touya, for Endevour, couldn't find the guy in any of his usual spots and it panicked Endevour like crazy. 

He hoped his son hadn't hurt himself again, he wouldn't be able to deal with that sort of stress again. 

It was like he'd dropped off the earth, and disappeared without a trace.

Luckily halfway through the second week, Hawks managed to track Touya to a commune, refusing to tell Endeavour how he found the place. With the help of hero course students, they kept an eye on the place.

The heroes were shocked at the size of the place when creating a map of the community. How could something like this avoid being added to the maps of Japan? It wasn't like it was hidden well, the overgrown trees would catch the attention of hikers and the government so how did it skim the eyes of the public?

Hawks had managed to get some information on the place though. 7 teenagers about 70 years ago had banded together. Their parents tired of their villainous antics begged them to make it stop. To make all the assaults, groping and entitlement they held because of the wealth their families held stop.

They asked for one thing enough money to buy a plot of land and build a community like those hippies on TV. The ones who wanted no part in the stupid hero vs villain society, who wanted to live like long before it happened. They would pay families to live there as long as they followed their rules and got to sleep with their spouses. A lot of people accepted already living in poverty and needed constant stability. 

Now 70 years later after murdering and branding those who would defy their rulership, they had the perfect little community and had also become villains in the mind of Keigo.

He took in hero course student Koji Koda for this mission, Hawks flying above the perimeter would alert, the residents while a bird wouldn't cause any suspicion.

He got the students Yaoyorozu, Shinso, Uraraka, Todoroki, Bakugo and Midoriya in addition to Koda to assist with the mission.

With this help, they saw the many laws being broken by the residents, the underage smoking and use of drugs and illegal cultish activity.

However, Koda had befriended a frog Amaliqah it was called. It informed Koda that it had seen a man that had been covered in scars that he had befriended his owner and every morning they would meet by the lake to talk. 

The frog had described Touya as everything he was not: level-headed, kind though rude most of the time, he showed patience with his owner and was gentle with her. It differed from the Touya known for attacking first and then thinking later, who ran on his emotions and always had violence in his heart.

"Do you think that girl is his girlfriend?" Shoto whispered to Midoriya one afternoon when Koda mentioned your name again when asking about Touya.

"I thought he was asexual." Midoriya would answer.

"He seems to be.... calmer now, are we sure we should bother him, he seems happy there?" Shoto had felt guilty for the way his brother turned out, despite not seeing these experiences first-hand, it sounded as if Touya had become content, like he had found a reason to live other than trying to compete with him.

"I understand-"

" Your brother is a villain and from what I've been hearing everyone there are villains too, stop all that sappy bullshit!" Bakugou exclaimed. He was always pissed that Touya got special treatment, he had to make sure Touya got sent to prison this time.

"You're right," Shoto agreed, realising it was time for his brother to pay for all those people he hurt, even if he did see him as more than a villain.

"In two days, we will be making the arrests we should sleep early, he wants to do it in the cover of the night." 

"Yeah whatever, have you spoken to Ponytail and Mind freak?

"!I thought Hawks was going to talk to them!"

"Yeah, but I wanted to get the train together....."

Shotto paid no mind to his friend's conversation, he was sure there would be a big fight tomorrow, if not with the residents then with his big brother.

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It was the morning of the fight. The heroes had scattered themselves around the vast trees, getting ready to break them down on Endevou'rs command. Shoto using his fire, Bakugo using his explosions, Momo using cannons and so on. 

Hawks had taken the lead already flying into the community to the lake that this frog said he would always be at.

It was easy to spot the man with an unknown quirk and strange clothes flying into the sect. The fighters were on high alert after the punishment was put on Dabi, making sure he didn't call anyone to come and attack them or do them unjustly. 

Yet it seemed like he had done just that.

The festival hadn't even had a chance to come to a close, yet here the heroes were gearing up to attack, without warning, Leilani used one of her plants to swat at the man. The trees 'waking up' as their roots left the ground branches moving like arms to swat and hit the man. 

When the first tree caught fire, growing quickly along the bark scorching it and toppling it over, crashing into the lake, one of the residents let out a scream.

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[feyspeaker]

Picked up two prints! (And a sticker!)

Just so you know, I would legit pay for, like, a collection of your prints in a size somewhere between the mini and 11x14.

Like, I just want to put a *bunch* of them in a binder and just look at it sometimes lol

thank you so so much!!!! ;A; I have considered other sizes, but I live in a tiny place and my printing room is already full of too many sizes of paper/mailers/tubes/etc for what I do offer. I will keep it in mind but the sizes I have now are probably going to be pretty set for now.

About to go off on a tangent, so apologies for hijacking your sweet ask.

honestly this is still so crazy to me, thank you. I have been illustrating for years and years now, but really only found proper footing this year after taking a huge break from commissions and just hammering in what I really want to do with my life.

I've always preferred rendered painting but I felt like the market was so saturated and that I'd never be able to make a living doing it. Many of my older followers will know that for a couple of years I was really on this digital watercolor kick, doing more stylized work. It was extremely grueling despite being faster, bc I forced myself to work entirely on 1 layer with no eraser. It was faster for me to do and felt more "lucrative" as far as timeliness, but I was not very happy doing it, and did a lot of rendered painting studies in my free time, it was basically my "fun time" where I was doing one style for work and a totally different one for private pieces. Literally, I would be painting realistic block of cheese as my downtime.

I was so convinced that stylized stuff was what people wanted, and I have had boxes and boxes of prints I've bought and thrown away because they didn't sell.

Now that I am doing the kind of art my heart wants to do, I am so much happier and completely overwhelmed by how there are actually people who want to art I make for myself on their walls.

This is probably coming off so random but I've been thinking about it a lot, it really is true that you HAVE to paint what makes you happy. If you try to box yourself in to what seems the more "marketable" I promise you are going to be miserable. (Never stop challenging yourself, though. seriously.)

I have never been happier about the art I have created in the last 6 or so years of doing this professionally than I am now that I just said "fuck it, I am tired of painting anime-ish stylized stuff because that's what's in." It's like I've been forcing myself to jam a square block into a circle shaped hole for years. Not to mention that doing line art on literally over a thousand pieces (yes, I've counted, absolutely insane; comic artists please take care of yourselves) for years has well and truly fucked my hand up permanently, I fear.

Other artists, please listen to that little creature in your brain that's telling you it doesn't like painting anime girls or cats or thick chunky line art because that's what you think is popular. If painting nothing but hyperrealistic swords is where you heart is happiest, just do it and stop forcing yourself because I promise there are thousands of people out there who want to see your swords. Just make sure to throw in some jewels or filigree or whatever every once in a while to keep yourself challenged.

Sorry again for hijacking your message, I just am regularly blown away that somehow people actually like my art now that I like it. (Not that my older pieces are regrets btw, I think every single thing you paint no matter the style is worth its figurative weight in gold)

[evangeline-sugar]

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Content Warning, we reblog about everything we like and see, which includes S E X and heavy kinks and stuff so be wary!

Hihi! Because of...recent discoveries and so, I've become a Plural, specifically a Median System (meaning I am that third mysterious thing between being singlet and being multiple, long story short, we are all fragments of 1 self and try to keep up a single identity for the outside world! Until we are in a comfy place or the internet, hehe :3). So! If I (do) post anything, you'll find something to differentiate on who is speaking sooo!! (All names and pronouns are interchangeable until said otherwise~)

Hewo! im EVA, host member and shapeshifter who you'll find a lot more often probably!! I speak without anything, so assume its me unless it's obvious that its Mawly being unable to type! I go by She / Her!!

[Hello. This is Unit. Unit is an android and emergency host & logical processor, It handles background thoughts, the Auto Unit system to block off thoughts or censor (mostly just one) member(s), and other such smaller details. It speaks between brackets [ ], anything else added to it can be seen as...Her. It responds to It / Its pronouns, and often refers to itself in the third person.]

*Hello, I'm Lady~ Formerly a ghost and an infection, now the second-in-command for EVA (still a ghost though)~ I mostly take her place when she gets bored or tired, and often the one to speak for everyone when she is resting~ I speak in italics and between asterisks, and also go by She / Her, but you may also refer to me as Ma'am, Mistress, or Mommy~, or whatever else suits your fancy~*

{wht. hewwo!! me is, um, Mawly!! I'm a werepuppy! and and im kindda jus an animal here that likes to play and stuff!!...ahem!!!! im nott good at typing so isorry for future stfuff but its nice to meet peoplez!! i ttalk between { } and andndn go by anything except masculine pronnouns!!!}

__Hello. Aethena. Goat / Ram girl. I just help EVA speak up or be a brat, I don't front often if at all, nor am I as interested in the...horny stuff the others are. Cool, that's all, I speak with underlines or between __ __ and I go by she / her.__

`Hello there, hello there! This is Copycat, Copycat! I like to sing, sing, and dance, dance! And copy, copy!`

I decided in case i forget to update this, here is the Star Eater System Doc!

Here!

Extra things! I'm also a very hyperfixated writer and I will go sicko mode on you if you ask me about my writing. My current objective is finishing my detective story, Korpse Child, and its small spinoff series, Korpse Plushie!

I am also doing commissions! Plz do. I wanna learm how this kind of business works and want to grow!!!

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Katsuki and Kansatoki spend Halloween together.

Warnings: Mild slut shaming

Read about my OC Kansatoki here~

Katsuki and Kansatoki sat on the dorm couches watching a Halloween movie. Kansatoki unfortunately came down with a cold, keeping her from any festivities. Katsuki claimed he was too tired to do anything else and decided to stay at the dorms with her.

"What was your costume going to be anyway? Probably something way too damn revealing again," Katsuki said, looking down at Kansatoki who was resting against his shoulder.

"No! This one wasn't half as bad as my costume last year," Kansatoki replied.

"What was it then?" He asked.

"A nurse," she replied.

"Are you fucking kidding me? That's the epitome of a slutty Halloween costume," he said.

"It is not!" She yelled back playfully.

"Don't tell me, it was just some skimpy laundry with a dumb nurse hat, wasn't it?" He said.

Kansatoki's silence was all he needed to know he was right.

"Fucking called it," he laughed.

"Whatever, you're just upset you don't get to see it," she teased him.

"Why do you wear shit like that anyway?" He asked, his voice softer than before.

"Duh- it's Halloween. It's a right of passage to be able to dress however you want today. Besides, it's not like it's any more revealing than my hero costume," she responded.

"Yeah but, your hero costume is because of your quirk. You need to be able to make contact with people to influence them so that makes sense. What the hell are you trying to accomplish with a costume like that on Halloween?" He asked.

"What, you're going to pretend you don't like it?" She teased him.

"Tch shut up! I'm a fucking boy of course I'm going to like it," he said.

"Well there you go, it feels nice to feel attractive you know?" She explained.

"No, I don't know. I have, 'A face only a mother could love'," Katsuki said, mimicking Present Mic's description of him at the Sports Festival.

"That is not true! I'm pretty sure he was talking about that nasty scowl you had on your face the whole time. You're the most attractive boy at U.A. Bakugo, especially in your hero suit," She said, running her finger under his chin.

"Don't," he said, smacking her hand away, as a blush appeared on his face.

"Don't what, hm?" She said teasingly at him.

"Don't lie to me, I'm not fucking dumb. Do You think I'm stupid or something? Like I don't see how many girls fawn over stupid half and half. Even with that ugly ass scar," He said.

"Those girls don't have any taste. All those pansy boys are so boring, I could eat them for breakfast. I like my boys with a little fight in them," Kansatoki said, winking at him.

"You've got fucking issues you know that?" Katsuki said.

"Yeah I know, I'm looking at them," She said laughing.

"Quiet down and watch the damn movie," he grumbled.

"Make me," she said, flashing him a smirk.

"You're fucking relentless you know that?" He said as he pulled her closer to him.

Another one- because I wrote too much today being sick at home on Halloween. This is basically an extension to my Halloween Katsukii x Reader fic. Hope you enjoy some Kansuki interactions~

Artwork commissioned by @valartsstuff 💚

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[ivy-loves-chocolate]

🤭🤭 4 and 22 with Wesker? You’re the only person I know that writes for Wesker and I love it 😭😭 I’ll be commissioning soon 👀I just have to think up some ideas

Thank you sm for the appreciation! Also, I can confirm I’m not the only one who writes for him, and there are soo many writers out there who do write for him, and they are amazing! 

I hope you like this!

4- Fingering || 22- Thigh riding

You've waited so long for him. Your body yearned and yearned for his touch, but all you could do was pleasure yourself while you waited for his return. From what you understand, Tricell is experimenting with a new virus, and his presence is required, leaving him no time to play with his sweetheart.

Before he left in the morning, he made sure to show you how much he yearned for you too. His hands caressed your waist and belly while his mouth was gently kissing your lips, all while you were laying on the bed and he was on top of you, on the edge. It was a long and intense one, enough to get you warmed up. You moaned in anticipation, pulling him closer to you, hoping he'd get in between your legs, but he didn't give you the long-awaited pleasure. Instead, he got up and headed to work.

You've fantasized about him all day.

Later at night, he came back. From the look on his face, you realized he had something in mind. He sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, starting to kiss your lips passionately while gripping your waist.

"Do you want to pick up where we left off in the morning?" You said it between giggles.

"Pretty much. Did you miss me, doll?" he asked between kisses.

"Yes, all the time, Al."

"Hmm. Show me."

You paused and looked at him. He had his usual smug expression on his face. Seeing that you were confused, he caressed your cheek with his fingers while repeating himself.

"Show me"

"I-What do you want me to do?"

"Surprise me"

His hand still caressed your face as a comforting gesture, telling you not to get anxious or unsure.

You gazed into his eyes one more time before spreading his legs. You could drop down on your knees and blow him, but you wanted to tease him just as he teased you today.

You lowered your weight on one of his legs and began to move forward and backward slowly, trying to get used to the motion. You were wearing some shorts that were made of thin fabric without underwear, so all that friction stimulated your cunt directly.

It didn't take long for the first wave of pleasure to hit you. You could feel the familiar warmth down there, which kept increasing with every rub.

You kept looking at Wesker, who still had that smug look on his face, but he seemed to be breathing a little harder. His hands were on your hips, and yours were clenched on his thigh.

"I'm very intrigued by what you're doing, but it doesn't really show how much you want me."

That bastard.

You picked up the pace, giving your clit the attention it deserves, and Wesker's the confirmation he needed. 

Wesker spread his legs even further. It could be because he wanted to give you more space or because there wasn't room in his briefs for his growing cock.

You added some circle motions to your rhythm, along with some occasional humpings, to please your sensitive clit. Your shorts must've been soaked by now. One twirl of your hips, two, three—the pleasure was so intense that you ignored the burning feeling in your tired leg muscles. Instead of supporting yourself on his thigh, you were holding yourself on the very arms that guided your hips. Your torso was fully exposed to him. The sight of those hardened nipples, visible through the shirt, drove Wesker crazy. He wanted to rip it off, to stick his cock inside you, and to fuck you raw until your throat would be dry from moaning his name. But, he decided to let you do your act. 

Your moans slowly began to fill the room as you kept rubbing yourself. His expensive pants were probably stained from you leaking all over them. There is to be seen if he would get upset or not. 

"You're such a good girl," he said. "I think you deserve more."

He flipped you and tossed you on the couch. The wet spot between your legs was visible.

"Look at the mess you made." He pointed to the spot where you rode him, that had a shiny, transparent stain. "You are such a filthy girl."

You didn't know if he was messing with you or if he was really angry, so you remained silent. Your head was still in the clouds. However, his intention became clear when you felt a finger slowly sliding inside you.

"Albert..." you said in a brittle voice.

"What love?"

The finger quickly filled you up. It wasn't enough, you wanted more.

"I-can you please add another one?"

"Well, if you ask so nicely," he replied, and soon another finger filled your throbbing cunt.

You gasped and grabbed the fabric beneath you, while resting your leg on the back of the couch so he could go deeper.

"Yes!" You whined as you felt him pick up the pace. His big thumb found your clit and he started to circle over it.

Your moans filled the room again, but this time they were accompanied by wet sounds as Wesker's fingers drew in and out mercilessly.

The more he rubbed your spot with his fingers, the more you felt that familiar pressure in your lower belly. In and out, in and out, then he added a third finger that drove you over the edge.

It felt so good. He filled you perfectly, and he didn't insert his cock inside you yet. You moved your hips along with his movements, chasing your release.

It didn't require much effort after that, and you let all that pressure hit you, finally reaching your orgasm and coming all over Wesker's hand.

"Good girl." Wesker said before twirling his tongue around his coated fingers, to taste you. "Very good."

"I-I'm glad I pleased you." You said it between heavy breaths.

"I hope you're not tired, love."

"No, not at all. Why?" Your heart began to beat rapidly again as you anticipated his next move.

"Because I want to fill you again, but using my dick. I also want you to clench around it and milk it like you did with my fingers."

You let out a soft moan before shouting "yes" with your remaining strength, and then he began to undress and start the next round.

[partydummyy]

Quick introduction about me!

old username: aik-is-tired

(I don’t know how to do introductions, I’m sorry)

First of all, I am going to be pretty inactive around here. I will probably post more unfinished things than actual art to show.

Things about me:

-My artstyle is constantly changing, so it will experience a lot of changes throughout the days.

-I tend to do a lot of pretty rough jokes.

Fandoms I’m in/i like!:

-Sally face, Undertale (and most of it’s au’s), Deltarune, The Stanley parable, South Park, Spooky Month, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Girl From The Other Side, Five Night’s At Freddy’s, Smiling Friends, Bojack Horseman, Regretevator, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Kung Fu Panda, Creepypastas, BuckShot Roulette(?), My Little Pony, Trolls…I’ll probably be adding or eliminating from the list later on.

Comissions: Open and free!

You can place an art commission in the ask box(?). I don’t promise to always do them, but It will help me to experiment with art if I do draw it.

[ricomola]

that commission of Tsukishima and Chiyo have me sobbing oh my god... I love the idea of Tsukishima having a family of his own and unlocking all his emotions because of it. even when he was looking after all the crazy people in the 7th division, he was mostly just tired and would go along with almost anything. it's proof that they're close when his kids can bring out his "mad" side (that they know isn't really that serious).

still I imagine he'll get teary eyed over little things... not super often, but sometimes something sneaks up on him. like maybe he'll see one of his kids make a facial expression that makes them look exactly like Chiyo did when she was little, and it gets him. I think he'd become more used to those little moments over time... his oldest child would probably have the most memories of him getting choked up like that, so maybe she'd be close to him in a way that's just a little bit special. like she kind of has a sixth sense about when to go give her dad a hug, even if he's not the type to ask for one.

I wonder... how do you imagine Koito fitting in this situation? I'd love to imagine that he'd still be close.

Yeah, I don't want to forget that the Tsukishima we know and love is actually depressed (functional but barely alive). When I imagine him as a youngster or next to Chiyo or in a modern AU with Koito he is closer to being his real version. Maybe he enjoys things on a deeper level or shows more emotions and sense of humor (I think he's not stoic, just numb).

I do imagine that he has used a very mild form of corporal punishment at some point. Not cute but it's 1910. Maybe one was being a brat to Chiyo or maybe one of them did something illegal while playing outside and Tsukishima chose to mildly punish them himself so the authorities would see and let it slide like "Ok, the father is putting those brats in place, less work for us" or something.

About affection, I agree with you, Tsukishima is not the type to ask for it but the youngest kids are playful so he often finds himself roughhousing and having a lot of fun after some provocations xD and then feeling embarrassed if someone happens to see them. He's like "what the hell is a grown up like myself doing??" and go serious-adult mode xD Now, Tsukishima and his oldest girl are close and have a special relationship but it's not sweet and clingy like it is with the second girl. Oldest girl is tough, serious and smart so she often talks back and banters with him. They do have the deepest conversations and the most meaningful memories tho.

Hmm...Koito? Everything is possible in AUs. In this timeline I think he became a farmer after returning from war so if he met Koito they wouldn't be comrades. The first situation I imagine is...Koito still works for Tsurumi and Tsurumi secretly wants to use Tsukishima for the gold hunt so he plots a whole situation so that he can look like an ally to him when in reality he'd have his family borderline hostage to make sure he doesn't back up. So upon bonding with Tsukishima and his family Koito would eventually question Tsurumi's actions like "Is this really necessary? Would I be capable of harming this family if I was ordered to??". A situation similar to what happened with Inkarmat in another timeline, i guess. And of course in my happy head I'd make Koito choose to lowkey betray Tsurumi to spare Tsukishima's family. And just like the canon series I wouldn't make their relationship canon romantic so the fans become obsessed and ship them xDDDDD I DON'T SUPPORT TSUKISHIMA CHEATING ON CHIYO. HE LOVES HER. Make it consensual. Make it an OT3 xD.

[sergeantsporks]

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

📈 How many fics do you have?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I really love 7PM-9PM, because I tend to be really productive during that time

I started original writing when I was 12 because I just really loved reading and wanted to write something of my own. And also because I was sick and tired of the "girl character and guy character who hate each other and are always fighting get together at the end" trope and wanted to write something where the girl chose someone who she didn't constantly fight with. Fanfic, though, I started writing because I read a fanfic and was like "oh, wait, I can WRITE those self insert scenarios in my brain 'n let people see them! I didn't think we could do that!"

[Holds your shoulders sosososososo tightly] I love comments and feedback. They sustain me. Give them to me.

Hrmmmmmmmmmmmm, childhood friends to lovers doesn't really do it for me. I don't mind seeing it, I think it can be cute, I just don't think it's something that would worm its way into my writing. Idk, I don't really think of my writing in terms of "tropes" very often, so it's hard to say that there's one I'd NEVER do. Like, I might go "Hrm, the xyz trope" on its own but I wouldn't recognize it as that trope while I'm writing, if that makes sense.

Probably not. Idk enough about the legal yikes of writing fic for money to feel comfortable. That being said, my kofi is open...

YES. I love research. Research is one of my favorite parts. I love incredibly specific internet searches <3 <3 <3

In hits, it's Request, but I don't count that one, so in hits, second most popular is Gilded. By Kudos, its Another Shot at Life

I tend to do Christmas ones because they're fun! Lots of different traditions to pull from! And they can get silly Hallmark family endings. But I think one day I'd like to write a Halloween one, because I really love Halloween.

YES. There's currently an ask sitting in my ask box that's been there since April, and it holds a big old Gilded Plot Point, so I haven't published it. I'll answer it after I get there in Gilded.

[Grabby hands] Gimme gimme gimme please I will hang it up on my fridge and put it in my wallet. I love art of my stories, it makes me explode inside <3

...104 fics. That I can track down across various sites, there might be more.

There is somewhat of an outline in my head, but there's a lot of chunks that are just like "character bonding goes here!" and a lot of stuff gets planned on a chapter by chapter basis. Also depends how long the fic is gonna be. 3 chapters? I probably have the whole thing figured out. Six or more? Ehhhhh

Right now it's just Gilded, and a liiiiiittle bit of the "Hunter gets kidnapped to carve palisman" idea, but nothing really new.

Write it and publish it baybee. You get better by practicing, and in my experience, people will be really really nice! Even the very early stuff I go "EW" at now got comments about something people liked! And even if you don't get any engagement, keep going. You'll get there. You have to do stuff lots and badly before you get good.

Oh, you know it's Hunter Clawthorne Noceda Whispers Huntsman Deamonne. Also Hisirdoux Casperan, but that's on a rewatch basis and no longer so much on a writing basis.

[hphmseojunglee]

‘deed i do [3/4]

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You fall asleep in the wee early hours of the morning, somehow. Probably exhaustion. When you wake, Penny is not there. Part of you is relieved, but there is a sinking feeling in your chest. You wonder what it would be like to wake up next to Penny Haywood. What does her morning voice sound like? How bad is her bedhead? What would her eyes look like in the morning sun?

You shake the yearning thoughts out of your mind. It didn’t help anyone to be caught up in your feelings. You rise at eight, washing up and changing into your uniform.

As Andre mentioned yesterday, clothes are a powerful first impression. You know that, and take pride in dressing well. Your morning routine of ironing your slacks, dress shirt, and tie brings comfort and peace.

Rowan loves to rib you for taking your school uniform so seriously. Unlike other girls, you insist on tying a new knot every single morning and untying it every night. Leaving the necktie tied can ruin the core and decrease the longevity of it. Taking care of your possessions is just as important as using them well.

She gave up trying to convince you to relax your high standards for yourself. But, she got you to compromise on one thing; no starched collars.

“You’re making the rest of us look bad, Seoj.”

“Nonsense. You do that to yourself.” You point at her tie, haphazardly knotted so that the blade hangs shorter than the tail. “Please let me teach you how to tie a tie, I’m begging you.”

Rowan sticks out her tongue. “You know what? I’ll continue to tie it terribly so you die inside every time you see it. Take that!”

You tuck your undershirt into your pants, then slip on your white dress shirt. Your tired fingers fumble with the buttons from bottom to top. Tucking the bottom of the dress shirt into your pants as well, you ratchet a thick black belt around your waist. Next, your favorite part.

Last year, you commissioned Andre to tailor the standard-issue Hufflepuff necktie into something better suited to your body type. The blade is thinner and the length shorter. This allows you to tie a perfect half-Windsor without any extra tail.

Now, where is your sweater? You left it at the foot of your bed on your chest… but it’s gone now.

Wait. You look closer at your large chest. There is a small scrap of parchment in the spot where your sweater sat. You pick it up and recognize Penny’s scrawl.

Jung, I hope you don’t mind, but I was cold this morning. I took your sweater, but I promise I’ll get it back to you. Love, Pens <3

Well, that explains a lot. You stop and think about Penny wearing your clothes for a moment. The idea is highly appealing. With a loopy grin, you pull out your cardigan and throw it on. You can’t wait to see her in your sweater this morning.

You find Chiara, Rowan, and Skye at breakfast. Penny and Tonks haven’t arrived yet, Rowan tells you. She pushes your bowl of oatmeal closer with a teasing grin and an eyebrow waggle.

“Morning, Seoj. Sleep well?” Her knowing tone tells you that she knows Penny slept over.

“Not really.”

Rowan nods and pokes your cheek. “You look like hell.”

You grunt into your oatmeal. She gives you a reassuring pat on the back. “You got this. Just a few more days.”

Luckily, conversation soon turns to other people’s dates. Chiara and Skye attempt to convince Rowan to ask Ben out.

“Come on, we know you’ve had the hots for him since second-year!” Skye waves her buttered toast in the air as she makes her point.

Rowan turns her nose up. “No, I don’t! What about you, Skye? Speak for yourself!”

The Hufflepuff Chaser snorts. “Relationships aren’t for me, thanks. I’m married to Quidditch, and that’s more than enough for me!”

Rowan looks at Chiara. “Chi, what do you think? Do you agree with Skye? I should ask Ben to the dance?”

She shrugs gracefully. “It can’t hurt, right? He’ll be nice to you.”

Finally, Rowan turns to you. “Seoj, thoughts?”

“I’ve been team RoBen since Tonks pointed it out in third year. You should definitely ask him.” You nod and raise your mug of tea. Leaning close to your best friend, you whisper only so she can hear. “If you ask Ben, I’ll ask Penny out. For real.”

She smiles softly, grabbing your offered hand. “Deal.”

“Keep me posted.” You knock your shoulders together. Then, you remember something.

“Hey, Chiara. Can you help me pick out music for the Ball?”

She grins. “Of course! Swing by my room after Potions?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Good morning!” Penny, as usual, is bright and chirpy, even at eight in the morning. If it was anyone else, it would be insufferable, but because it’s Penny, you can’t help but smile. She’s wearing your Hufflepuff sweater, and her Prefect pin is clasped right next to the seal emblazoned on the chest.

“Morning, Pens. How’d you sleep?”

Rowan snorts and gives you a look. She doesn’t say anything, thankfully.

Unfortunately, she is not the only one who catches on to your change of mood. Skye and Tonks notice as well.

“Aw, look! You’ve turned SJ from a morning grump into a cheerful bastard!” Tonks crows.

“You guys! Be nice. He’s doing us all a favor with the Ball. And for me.” She kisses you on the cheek as she sits down next to you. “I slept well. How about you?”

“Oh, fine.” You skirt around the issue. If Penny knew that you didn’t sleep much, she would insist on trying to fix it. “How’s my sweater?”

She blushes. “Really soft and warm. And it smells like you, which is an added bonus.”

Skye interrupts your conversation. “You guys know that you don’t have to act lovey-dovey around us, right? We know the situation.”

I’m not acting, you want to say. Instead, you take a crumb of Penny’s toast and lob it at her. “Shut up.”

She sticks out her tongue. “Tonks, are you taking anyone to the ball?”

The pink-haired witch shrugs, popping a piece of croissant into their mouth. “Nah. I’ll probably go with Chiara, Badeea, and Ismelda, unless Ismelda finally plucks up the courage to ask Barnaby out.”

You hum in thought. “I don’t think she’ll do it.”

“I think she will.” Chiara smiles. “They keep staring at each other lovingly. It’s really sweet.”

You scoff at the notion. If Ismelda and Barnaby supposedly have heart eyes for each other, what does that say about you and Penny? “Nothing’s going on with them.”

“SJ, I bet you ten Galleons that Ismelda will ask Barnaby out.” Tonks wiggles their eyebrows.

“All right, deal. I’ll take that bet.” You shake hands, then start packing up for class.

The classes slog by; there’s nothing to write home about. Your mind is lost in Valentine’s Ball decorations and Penny. Thankfully, classes end, and now you have the rest of the afternoon and evening to do Ball things. Walking back to the Hufflepuff dorms, you pull out a slim black Moleskine notebook and a pen and write down the list of things to do.

1. Music

2. Food and Drink

3. Decorations

4. Lighting

5. Outfit fitting with Andre

Then, you head down the hall, arriving at an open doorway. “Chiara? It’s me,” you say, knocking thrice on the open door.

“Oh, hey! Come on in.”

Chiara is surrounded by many, many, sheets of paper. Thankfully, the windows are all shut. You’re fairly certain that one good gust could scatter these sheets around the room and ruin her careful organization.

“Good job convincing Madam Pince to loosen up, by the way. I might shy away from people, but I’m fairly certain Pince simply despises people.”

“Let’s just say she doesn’t despise a certain Hogwarts caretaker…”

She gives you a double-take. “Mr. Filch?! You must be joking.”

You shrug. “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“I suppose. Now, what can I do for you?”

“You have a good ear for this sort of thing. Whatever music we come up with needs to be storybook romantic, as well as good for everyone at the dance. And it needs to be classy but also fun. Do you think you can handle that?”

“Absolutely! In fact, I already have a few ideas.”

“Brilliant. Together, I know we’ll come up with something that both Pince and our classmates will love.”

Together, the two of you flip through Chiara’s collection of sheet music and vinyl records. You come up with a set list for the night with the musician, paying close attention to the vibes of each piece. You also find yourself asking, “Would Penny like this?” In the end, you both agree that the songs are perfect for a Valentine’s Day Ball. Chiara suggests enchanting an ensemble of musical instruments and having them perform on their own.

“I really like your idea of going beyond a piano but keeping things classy with a string quartet. It’s the best parts of live performance and recorded takes. And it’ll be fun to enchant them to play some romantic classic songs for Pince. Classy, but still fun.”

The silver-haired girl grins at your approval.

“Also, I like your woodland fairy idea. I’ll find other ways to incorporate that into the theme, because it’s perfect for Pince’s storybook romance wish.”

Chiara sighs and looks out the window. “To me, there’s nothing more romantic than a stroll through the woods. What kind of mood do you want guests to feel when they first walk into the ball?”

“Romantic, please.”

“Excellent. We have a lot to do to pull this dance off. And since music is very important… I better get working on enchanting the instruments!”

You leave Chiara to her repertoire and make your way down to the Common Room. Pulling out your notebook, you check your list, crossing off “Music”. What’s next?

Right, food. Time to visit Jae in the Kitchen.

“Heyyy, yeodongsaeng from another mister! What’s up, Seojung?” Jae raises his fist as you walk up to him. The Gryffindor is in the middle of making sandwiches for lunch.

“Oppa from another mother! Nothing much. I’ve been trying hard to stay out of trouble lately.”

Being one of the other few Korean students at Hogwarts, and having a common insatiable thirst for adventure, you and Jae fostered a close relationship. It felt very much like he was an older brother you never had. He confessed that as an only child, he used to wish for a sibling. He saw you as a younger sister, and also as a peer and Detention partner. Jae certainly didn’t hold Jacob’s actions against you like most of your cohort did, and you were grateful to have another friend who didn’t assume you were just like Jacob.

“If you don’t have detention, then what brings you to the kitchens? I’m relying on you to turn this ball into a blinding party!”

“I’m hoping you can help me with refreshments. Something that fits the theme of storybook romance, with a dash of woodland fairytale.”

Jae puts down the bread knife he is holding. “Blimey, how many themes can one dance have?”

“If this is too much of a challenge for you, I can speak to Pitts.”

“Woah, hold on. I never said it was too much of a challenge. In fact, as you well know, I love a good challenge! ‘Sides, Pitts is done for the day and I’m sick of making sandwiches. I’m in.”

“Gomawo. Any ideas for refreshments that say ‘woodland’, ‘fairy’, or ‘storybook romance’?”

“Let me think…” He clicks his teeth together. “Fairy cakes might do. They’re a bit like tiny cupcakes. I could decorate the frosting to look like toadstools! As for refreshments… can’t go wrong with Butterbeer and Pumpkin Juice, right?”

“Brilliant! Fairy cakes will satisfy the woodland and storybook parts of the refreshment for sure. And if we put hearts as the buttons on the toadstools, that will really emphasize the romance of it all.” You grin, adding the new details to your notes.

“It’s a little soppy for me, but if soppy means we get to party at the dance, then let’s start baking!” Jae clears away the sandwich-making materials and takes down a bunch of mixing bowls and making supplies. “Here, catch!” He throws an apron at you and ties one on himself.

As you mix together dry and wet ingredients, you ask Jae about who he’s taking to the ball.

“Meh, I’m not into that stuff. Andre, Talbott, and I are going stag. How about you? Rumor has it, you’re shacked up with Miss Popular?”

“Rumor is right. Penny’s my date to the ball.”

“Heyo! Up top, mate! How long have you two been a thing?” Jae grins as he greases the muffin tray.

The lie slips easily past your lips. “Since last year. We wanted to keep it to ourselves at first, which is why no one heard about it until Penny let it slip to someone that she’s already going with somebody to the Ball.”

He nods. “I’m sorry that people found out the way they did, but you and Penny make a really good couple. I saw it coming since third year, honestly…” He trails off as he loads the trays into the oven and shuts the door.

“What?!”

“You guys are not subtle. She looks at you like you hung the moon and stars. And you look at her like she’s the most beautiful piece of artwork.”

You cross your arms and scoff. That’s, what, the fifth person to tell you the same thing? Maybe they’re onto something.

Jae tells you other juicy bits of relationship information. He talks about whispers of Professors Sinistra and Vector being together, as well as Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey.

“More than a couple times, I thought I saw Madam Pomfrey come out of Professor McGonagall’s quarters in the morning, all set and ready to go. It’s like she keeps clothes and toiletries there.”

He takes great interest when you mention seeing Mr. Filch and Madam Pince interact positively. “Filch and Pince, huh? Hm… I can see that! They have a lot in common.”

“I know, right? That’s what I said to Penny!”

The oven emits a shrill scream. Jae’s eyes light up. “Ah, they’re done!”

As the trays are set on racks to cool, Jae pulls out ingredients for the frosting. He whips together a quick buttercream and spoons it into two bags. Once the cakes are cool enough to frost, you and Jae have a mini competition to see who can decorate the most. Jae, of course, having more experience in the kitchen, wins by a long shot. He’s a good sport, though, acknowledging his experience.

You set down your bag and look over all the cakes. “These fairy cakes look absolutely magical, and we didn’t even use any magic!”

Jae clutches his chest dramatically. “What kind of wizards are we if we don’t use any magic?!”

“Not you too. Penny says the same thing…” You roll your eyes and pull out your wand. “Wingardium Leviosa!”

“Now that definitely puts the fairy in our fairy cakes.” He nods in satisfaction. “Say, you’re pretty handy in the kitchen, Jung. You been holdin’ out on me? You could be my sous chef!”

“Please. In this kitchen, we’d both be sous chefs to Pitts.”

The two of you laugh, watching the fairy cakes float in the air.

“All joking aside, we make a pretty good team. Thanks, Jae.”

“It was my utmost pleasure to help. I love a good excuse to bake!”

Suddenly, the door to the Kitchen opens with a swift bang. In strides Madam Pince. Boy, she sure knows how to make an entrance.

“There you are, Miss Lee. I’ve scoured the castle grounds looking for you. Tell me you haven’t been dilly-dallying.” The librarian glares at you over the top of her reading glasses.

You whip out your notebook and cross “Food & Drink” off your list. “Not at all, Madam Pince! Jae and I just finished the refreshments for the ball. Look!”

“These look like fungi! Explain how fungi pertains to storybook romance.”

“We— Mr. Filch had the idea to add a bit of woodland fairytale to the storybook romance. So we decorated the refreshments to look like toadstools in a classic fairytale Fairy Ring. Would you like to try one?” You hold out one of the cakes. As she takes a small bite, you and Jae are stiff with anticipation.

“Hmm… sweet, but not overly sweet. While this isn’t quite what I imagined, this confection will be proper enough for the ball.” A small smile sits on her lips. You mentally cheer. Jae definitely knocked it out of the park.

“Miss Lee, another reason I sought you out is because I’ve had an inspired idea. This ball deserves a mural to fit my ingenious theme. Something lovely, like Medieval romantic tapestries that depict great love stories or a romantic storybook castle. Now, to the matter at hand, do you know someone we can commission to complete this mural on time?”

“It will be hard on such short notice, but I know one artist talented enough for the job. I’ll go talk to Badeea.” You fist bump Jae once again. “Thanks for all your help again, Jae. Trust me, everyone’s going to love these fairy cakes!”

Before you go find Badeea, however, you decide to take a break from Ball prep. Luckily, the Common Room is quiet and vacant. You’ve unconsciously been avoiding a certain blonde-haired, blue-eyed Hufflepuff since breakfast. Your feelings are not compartmentalizing like you thought they would. You’re getting too invested, and you know better than to set yourself up for disappointment. In the classes you share with Penny, you try to pair up with Rowan before she can ask you. Every time you ran into Penny in the hallways in between classes, you came up with an excuse for why you couldn’t spend time with her. It was pretty easy, because in truth you are busy with the Valentine’s Day Ball.

Rowan comes through the door. “Seoj! Gee, it’s been a while since I saw you. Where have you been?”

“Let’s see…” You pull out your trusty notebook. “First, I was planning the music for the Ball with Chiara. Then, I helped Jae bake some fairy cakes as refreshments. Next, I need to find Badeea. Madam Pince commissioned a mural for the Ball. And I’m betting she’ll have something else for me to do after that.”

Your best friend whistles lowly. “Busy day, huh?”

“I’ll sleep damn well tonight.” You groan, massaging your temples. “Oh, and I scheduled Quidditch practice tonight. Because I like pain.”

“It’ll be worth it.” Rowan pats your back. “Oh, by the way, why weren’t you at dinner yesterday?”

“Penny and I were so busy studying, we both missed dinner. Did I miss anything?”

“I figured as much. Not really. Ismelda still hasn’t asked Barnaby out. I still haven't asked Ben out. Classes were boring as usual. So, fill me in! How did you get Filch’s attention?”

“Merula came up with the idea to use Colovaria on Mrs. Norris.” You grin and nod at Rowan’s understanding. “She cast the spell and I took the fall. I got called to Filch’s office, and then persuaded him into speaking to Pince. Worked like a charm.”

Rowan shakes her head. “Why am I not surprised that Merula came up with this plan? It’s got her written all over it.”

The entrance swings open again and Penny walks into the Common Room. Ah, shit. Just the person you didn’t want to see. You stand. “Hey, Row, have you seen Badeea?”

“She was in the Courtyard last I saw. But that was about an hour ago.”

You shrug and head for the door. “Better than nothing. Thanks. See you later!”

Penny says something to you, but you’re out of the Common Room before she can finish. You hope that she doesn’t come after you. She doesn’t.

You find the artistic Ravenclaw exactly where Rowan said, in the Clocktower Courtyard, with a drawing notebook in hand. She is using a pair of ravens as reference and sketching using a stick of charcoal. Reluctant to startle her, you wait until she picks the charcoal off the paper. “Hey, Badeea? I need some artistic help in the Great Hall.”

She beams at the mention of art. “I’d love to help! You came at the right time.”

“I have to admit, Seojung, I far prefer the Great Hall this way—full of paint supplies and free of people.” Badeea claps her hands at all of the paint cans, rollers, palettes, and art knives.

“Well, as you may have heard, I’m helping Madam Pince organize the Valentine’s Day Ball this year…”

She nods. “I was just planning to stay home and paint that night, but now that I know you’re involved, I may rethink my plans. Have you managed to convince Madam Pince?”

“Yes, I have. Mr. Filch is helping in that respect. There’s a lot of stuff we’ve prepped, but Pince and I could really use your help painting a mural for the Ball.”

“There’s going to be a mural at the Ball?! Oh, that’s splendid!” She spins in a circle. “And it certainly explains all the paint supplies.”

“We’re hoping for a ‘storybook, woodland, fairytale romance’ vibe in the art. Do you think you can do that?”

“You’ve come to the right artist. What type of story do you think we’ll be telling with this mural?”

“A love story, definitely.”

She scans the large canvas in front of her. “Yes, I think this will make an excellent story for our mural. My creative ideas are already beginning to flow.” Turning to you, she winces. “I’ll get started straight away, but there’s just one teeny-tiny problem: this canvas, it’s enormous! I’ll never be able to complete a mural this grand in time for the Ball!”

“Don’t worry. You’re not alone. We can paint it together.”

“Splendid! In that case, pick up a paintbrush and let’s get to work!”

Under Badeea’s capable orders, the canvas begins to bloom with color. As you mix paints and rinse brushes in paint thinner, you talk about taking dates to the Ball. The Ravenclaw expresses her support for you and Penny’s relationship. Before the both of you know it, with a little bit of magic, the mural is complete.

You step back, admiring you and Badeea’s work. The deep colors and the rich details are eye-catchingly gorgeous. All credit goes to the Ravenclaw, of course. You don’t have an artistic bone in your body. She focused on the finer details while you did the wide swaths and the base layer of paint, things that required less skill and talent.

“Badeea, it’s beautiful! Royalty and gentry, unicorns, and a grand castle. This mural really captures the spirit of a storybook romance!”

“I may or may not have painted the Queen to resemble Madam Pince.”

“And I see you also painted the Knight to look like Mr. Filch. That’s a nice touch. I can’t wait to see all our friends’ faces during the grand reveal at the Ball.”

She bows her head. “Seeing how much you like it right now is all the reward I need, Seojung. Thank you.”

“Badeea, I really wish you’d reconsider attending the Ball. Have you given it any further thought?”

“Absolutely. I have faith that it will be worth going to, now that you’re on board the project.”

“That’s great! What are you going to wear, you think?”

Badeea thinks for a moment. “I bought a red dress this summer from a Muggle shop in my home city. I haven’t had the opportunity to wear it, but I think the dance would be perfect.”

“I agree with you.” You pull out the notebook, crossing off “Decorations” from the list. “Thanks for all your hard work. Now, I need to find Madam Pince for my next assignment.”

She grins and tilts her head toward the entrance of the Great Hall. “No need. Here comes Madam Pince now!”

“Miss Lee, Miss Ali. I’ve come to inspect the mural for the Ball. Have you completed it yet?”

“We’ve just finished! Don’t you think Badeea did an incredible job?”

“Seojung and I collaborated on it together. He deserves credit too!”

Madam Pince scans the work. “The mural will appear exactly as it is now on the day of the Ball? Not a single change? No further additions?”

Badeea nods. “Madam Pince, do you like the mural?”

There’s a tense silence as you both wait for her answer. Then, she smiles. “I absolutely adore it. There’s just one problem. A work of art like this needs to be seen by all, and the light in the Great Hall is far too dim!”

“Won’t the Ball be lit by floating candles?”

She shakes her head, gesturing at the canvas. “Oh no, Miss Lee, candles simply won’t do. They’re not bright enough for a mural of this quality.”

“Hmm.” You think for a moment. “I’ll go talk to the Fairies in the forest and see if they can help us shed some light on the situation.” You snicker at your awful pun. “And as Barnaby is excellent with all creatures, I’ll take him as backup.”

“That sounds excellent. I shall leave you to it, Miss Lee.” Madam Pince appears to float out through the doors, not a sound from her feet. Useful for a librarian.

You take your leave as well, exiting the Great Hall quickly. “I’ll see you around, Badeea. Thanks again for your help!”

You quickly scribble out a note and send an owl to Barnaby. Meet me at the entrance of the Forbidden Forest tomorrow at 3. I need some help with the Ball!

Then, you’re off to Quidditch practice. Penny is sitting in the empty stands, still wearing your sweater. Rowan and Chiara are at her side, bundled up against the cold in a similar fashion. You try very hard not to be distracted by her. It doesn’t go so well. You blame this squarely on a pair of sad and angry eyes staring holes into your back, your wandering mind, and the Bludger that you don’t see coming.

As you fall from your broom and watch the ground get closer and closer, you realize you’re so far gone. This crush on Penny Haywood is slowly getting out of your control.

You wake up in the Hospital Wing with a sore nose, bruised elbows, and a throbbing leg. Madam Pomfrey tells you about your broken nose and broken leg that she fixed. Considering you fell from your broom, you know you’ve gotten lucky. With the right words, you convince the Matron that you will be fine with a pain potion and insist to be discharged as soon as possible.

Unwilling to return to the Hufflepuff rooms and potentially be cornered by Penny, you snag a plate of dinner from Dory again and hobble yourself to Jacob’s secret room. After a couple hours of homework, you take your pain medication, fall into the bed, and you’re out the moment your head hits the pillow. Like Rowan said, you’ve had a long day.

The next morning, you snag a bowl of oatmeal from the Kitchen, drop off your dishes from dinner, and return to Jacob’s room. No classes will be attended today; you don’t have the energy to deal with your friend group, especially Penny. Instead, you work on the homework that’s due next week until it’s time to meet Barnaby at the forest.

Keeping your head on a swivel, you head out of a side entrance down to the Forbidden Forest. You can see Barnaby waiting as you come up the path.

“Thanks for meeting me, Barnaby. We need to think of some romantic lighting for the Valentine’s Day Ball.”

“I hear the Ball is shaping up to be quite the dance, so happy to help! But I’m still not really sure why we’re in the Forbidden Forest?” His forehead crinkles. With Barnaby, you have to be very clear and straightforward.

“I’m trying to find Aili. I’m hoping she’ll help me out with the Ball.”

“Oh. is Aili your date for the ball?”

You chuckle at his question. Classic Barnaby. “What? No. Penny is my date to the ball. Aili is the fairy in the Creature Reserve.”

“Right! Of course. Aili is a silly name for a person, isn’t it? But good for a fairy. I’m not trying to insult your choice in names. I mean, my name is Barnaby Abernathy Lee! Now that’s a silly name.”

You frown. What’s wrong with Barnaby Abernathy Lee? As a fellow Lee, you feel a little insulted. “I think that’s a magnificent name, actually. It suits you well.”

Barnaby perks up instantly. “Thanks, Seojung.”

You nod and bring the conversation back to the task at hand. “Madam Pince said floating candles are too mundane for the Valentine’s Day Ball, so we’ll use fairies instead, if they agree.”

“But you’ll need a whole flutter of fairies to light the Great Hall.”

“That’s why I was hoping Aili could help us.”

You and Barnaby reach a clearing in the middle of the Forest. A fairy comes up to both of you.

“Aili?”

Aili floats up and down, zipping happily.

“Do you think you and your friends could help us out for Valentine’s Day?”

She gives you a look. “Buzzz?”

Barnaby understands her better than you do. “I’m not sure she understands what Valentine’s Day is.”

“Aili, do you think you could call your friends so we can explain?”

“Buzz! Buzzzz!”

“Fantastic. Thank you so much.”

She zips off in a flurry of wings and soon, a whole group of fairies hover in front of you and Barnaby.

“So… many… lights…” Barnaby stares slack-jawed at the flutter.

“Barnaby?”

He doesn’t reply.

“Barnaby!”

Still nothing.

“Barnaby Abernathy Lee!”

“I didn’t mean to spill the potion, Professor Snape!”

What the hell is he on about? You make a mental note to check up on him later. You know Barnaby has a troubled past, and Professor Snape doesn’t seem to be helping matters.

“Huh? Oh, we’re in the Forbidden Forest. Right, of course.”

“Come on, we’ve got to explain to the fairies why Valentine’s Day is special.”

And thus begins an impromptu lecture on the history of Saint Valentine. You give an extremely abbreviated version, giving highlights all the way up to modern day.

“So you see, Valentine’s Day is about appreciating loved ones and connecting with those around you.”

Barnaby joins in. “Whether that’s your friends, your Valentine, or even yourself.” He turns to you. “What do you think the most important part of Valentine’s Day is, Seojung?”

“Cherishing your loved ones.” You wince internally. Maybe you should follow your own advice.

“Buzzz… buzz!”

“Sounds like the fairy likes that—as long as she’s still the center of attention.”

The other fairies buzz as well. It sounds like agreement. At least, you hope it is.

“Looks like your romantic heart really spoke to the fairies. Nice job, Seojung!” The personable Slytherin gives you a high-five.

“Thanks, Barnaby.” Another idea pops into your head. “Fairies, if you could create a magical fairy heart around a few important people at the ball, I’d be grateful.”

The fairies buzz happily. You drag Barnaby out of the forest by his arm to stop him from staring at the fairies for the rest of the day. The Forbidden Forest is dangerous to be alone in, even for someone as stocky and strong as Barnaby Lee.

After dropping off Barnaby at the Slytherin Common Room, you make your way back to Jacob’s room. Your leg is throbbing, so you gulp down another pain potion and pick up your notebook on the bedside table, flipping to the page of Valentine’s Ball tasks.

Music? Check. Food and Drink? Check. Decorations? Check. Lighting? Check. Outfit fitting?

Oh, dear. In all the hustle and bustle, you’ve forgotten about your outfit! You toss your notebook on the nightstand and hurry to the Transfiguration classroom as fast as your leg will allow you. It is time for your own appointment with the Style Wizard.

When you enter the room, you find Andre standing in front of two manikins.

“Just a few final adjustments, and… ah, yes… Perfection! Some of my finest work yet, if I dare say so myself.”

“Mind if I join you for a moment, Andre?”

He whirls around, a frenetic grin on his face. “Ah, Curse-Breaker! Your timing is impeccable as always. What can ‘Andre Egwu: Style Wizard’ do for you today?”

“Well, I’m going to the ball with Penny…”

“I had a feeling that might be the case. You two will be adorable together!”

“Thank you. But, I don’t have anything special to wear! Do you think you can help me out?”

“Sounds like you’re having a style emergency, Seojung. Of course I can help!” He gestures at the models. “As luck would have it, I’ve just completed two different outfits that I think might just fit your style profile. But only one of them is going to be perfect for you! Go behind the partition, and we’ll tailor both of these outfits!”

Andre has you try on both of the outfits, checking the details and making sure the hems fall at the perfect places. Finally, he leaves the choice to you.

“Which outfit do you want to wear to the Valentine’s Day Ball, Curse-Breaker?”

It’s a really hard choice. Outfit One features a deep maroon jeogori, a black button-up shirt, and light grey slacks. Outfit Two has a navy blue jeogori, a pink button-up shirt, and slate grey slacks. Andre even went the extra mile and added a subtle pattern on the jeogori. You can see traditional Korean tigers, bats, and wild geese, which are symbolic fixtures of Korean culture.

“Hm. I think this one.” You pick the second outfit. The rich pink works surprisingly well with the deep navy blue, and the grey pants grab your attention. The material of the jeogori feels sturdy but thin. Perfect for a dance. Andre thought of everything.

“Excellent choice, Seojung. You’re going to look fabulous at the ball. Penny’s going to be absolutely stunned! She came by earlier today to pick out her outfit—I think you’ll be pleased with how it matches yours!”

You wince again slightly at the mention of Penny, but thankfully Andre doesn’t notice. “You’re a life-saver, Andre. Thanks to you, I’m headed to the ball with only the finest attire.”

Back in Jacob’s room, you quickly take your clothes out of the paper bag Andre gave you. Thankfully, they haven’t creased too badly. You press the wrinkles out of everything as best you can with a stack of textbooks and hang it up in the wardrobe that sits in the corner.

After that, you pull out your notebook. Damn, everything’s done. Now, all you have to do is overthink your decision to fake-date your best friend.

Really, what were you thinking?! You throw your glasses on the desk and faceplant into the pillow on the bed. You can’t believe that you agreed to pretend to date the object of your real affection. The urge to kiss her pervades your mind all the time now. This isn’t good.

Should you even go to the ball?

“There is no way you thought this would actually turn out well…” You mumble to yourself.

Three knocks ring out on the locked door. You stand immediately and grab your wand, shoving your glasses on your face. Who could be at the door? Hopefully not Penny.

“Who is it?”

“Rowan. Open the door, or so help me Merlin…”

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